{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"51fa606c-3c41-45db-848c-1386f2623227","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-12-19T04:26:43.232Z","title":"House-bound","slug":"house-bound","shortId":"FswgchfU","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Slut serves her Master at home.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"117aee2a-435b-4970-9c62-c429a3094890","title":null,"summary":"\n\nHouse-bound \nby Sudere\n A Slut serves her Master at home.\nM/f, BDSM, incest, enema, h","wordCount":6582,"readTime":33,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n

House-bound

by Sudere

A Slut serves her Master at home.

M/f, BDSM, incest, enema, humiliation, teen, blackmail, reluctant, serious

She was waiting at the door when he returned home. Well, not actually at the door; after all, most people would object to her nudity. But not him. He required it.

He also required her to greet him. So, as he turned to close the door, she sank down into the proper position and waited for him to turn around.

\"Welcome home, Master. How may your worthless slut serve you?\" He didn’t say anything as he looked her over, his eyes barely glancing at her face before moving onto her 36DD tits. The position required her hands to be behind her back, each grasping the opposite elbow, which meant that her large tits were thrust out even farther than normal. Even more embarrassing things were visible to him as well, especially her shaved cunt, which was openly displayed as she knelt with her legs widely spread.

\"Did you go shopping today?\"

\"Yes, Master,\" she replied, swallowing nervously.

\"Where are the pictures?\"

\"On the coffee table, Master.\" Her heart pounded as he walked past her, picked up the strip of photos and looked them over. On the couch beside the coffee table was the outfit she had worn while shopping. Few women would be willing to wear the short, bright-red satin slip-dress in private, even if they were allowed to wear a bra, or panties more conservative than the sheer g-string lying next to the dress. Even fewer would wear it in public. Far less would wear it while shopping in an upscale grocery store. There were probably only a handful who would wear it while buying a bunch of bananas, several cucumbers, two squash, a zucchini, and a large tub of petroleum jelly. But, as far as she knew, only she would then step into a mall photo-booth, remove the dress and g-string, and take pictures of herself as she shoved a cucumber into her cunt.

But embarrassment over the pictures he was looking over wasn’t what made her nervous. She licked her lips as she heard him walk back towards her.

\"Very nice, very slutty,\" he said. \"I’ll add those to the scrapbook with the others...after I scan them for the web page, of course.\" He leered at her for several seconds before continuing.

\"So, did you do all your chores today?\"

Another swallow. \"Yes, Master.\"

\"Really?\"

She looked at him and wondered if he knew. But it was too late to change her answer now. She would definitely be punished then. \"Yes, Master.\" ‘Oh please please please...'

A beat, then, \"Well, then, that’s good.\" She almost fainted with relief. He turned away from her for a second, then said, almost as an after-thought, \"I guess that means I’d better go clean up that pile of shit in the sandbox.\"

She felt like she was having a heart attack.

He turned to face her and asked, \"There is a pile of shit in the sandbox, isn’t there? Because I distinctly remember writing on your chores list, ‘Take off all your clothes, put on your red high-heels and take a shit in the sandbox’. Do you remember that?\"

\"Y-yes, Master.\"

\"So, is there a pile of shit in the sandbox?\"

\"No, Master.\"

\"And why not?\" She thought of the seven-inch heels, and how slow she had to walk in them. And how visible the backyard was from their neighbor’s windows, even with the privacy fence. And how far the sandbox was from the backdoor.

But all she said was, \"I didn’t have to go, Master.\"

And, boy, was that a mistake.

He started her punishment by telling her to go get the belt. She returned with 54-inch long, three-inch wide leather belt she’d been ordered to buy just for this type of occasion and handed it to him. Then, after she assumed the proper position (kneeling, with her knees spread as wide as possible and her upper body pressed to the floor so her hands could reach back between her legs and grasp her crossed ankles) he used it to whip her well-raised ass. He began with long swings of the belt that stung and turned her asscheeks red, but after a couple dozen strokes he paused to double the belt over.

Now her strapping began in earnest as he swung the belt as hard as he could against her flesh. Each stroke of the belt landed with a sharp, loud CRACK!, and left a darker stripe on her jiggling asscheek. She knew better then to cry out, or beg for mercy, as this would only bring her bondage and even more strokes of the belt. Involuntary gasps did escape her lips every now and then, most notably when his strokes across her nearest cheek went a little long and clipped her cunt. Once her ass was covered in horizontal stripes, he straddled her and belted each cheek a dozen times in succession. When he finally stopped, her ass was as read as a fire-truck, and she was silently sobbing, her tears dripping onto the carpet. Her over-stimulated nerves barely felt his hands as he kneaded and slapped her ass, but when he grabbed her cunt and twisted it the pain streaked into her head. She gave a sharp cry, which she immediately regretted.

\"Uh-oh, that’ll cost you!\" he said, happily. That’s because, under the rules of her servitude, any outburst during punishment was itself punishable with five of the acts that had brought the outburst. Of course, he always made sure he repeated the act in the most painful way possible. Since any outburst now would quintuple her punishment, she gritted her teeth and concentrated on not screaming as her cunt was severely twisted four times. Since the rules didn’t say that he had a limit on how long he could twist her cunt, for the fifth time he started slowly, then held her cunt almost sideways for a good thirty seconds. He almost had her, but he only made her kick her legs slightly before his fingers slipped and released her.

In keeping with his style, he didn’t give her any time to rest.

\"Position One,\" he said as he stepped to one side, and she quickly resumed the position she’d greeted him with just minutes earlier. He left the room, and returned a few seconds later with a roll of half-inch hemp rope. She groaned inwardly; she knew what was coming. He was quite experienced in tying her up, and soon her tits bulged from the tight ropes that bound them. Her wrists were then tied to her upper arms, which effectively immobilized them, but, unexpectedly, he didn’t tie a crotch-rope on her. Instead he said, \"Get up and follow me.\" As she came to her feet, she had a terrifying thought that he was about to walk her out into the yard and have her complete her chores.

Thus, she felt great relief when he walked into the kitchen, pointed to the stout table in the middle and said, \"Bend over the table and spread your legs.\" She immediately complied. When he went to the fridge she thought that he was going to pull out one of her purchases and use it to fuck her, maybe even stuff something up her ass. Which wasn’t exactly okay, but wasn’t that bad, as his punishments went. She heard the crisper drawer open, then close, and his footsteps coming around the table. But instead of a cucumber in his hands, he held a plastic bag containing a pair of her panties.

But not just any panties. While some Master’s were content to strip a pair of panties off their slave and shove them in her mouth, he wasn’t. He believed in preparing gag-panties in advance, and often had several pairs available at any one time. This particular pair had been prepared by having her wear them beneath a rubber panty all day, beginning with her morning workout. Since he had taped the rubber panty to her, she’d been forced to piss in the panty several times. After using a variety of methods and devices to stimulate her through the panties, he’d allowed her to remove them and clean up, but only so she could fuck several of his buddies later that night. Then, after they had left, she’d followed his directions and shoved the wet panties into her cunt. There they’d remained until the following morning, at which time she’d pulled the wet, slimy panties out of her cunt and deposited them into the bag he was now opening in front of her.

Careful to turn the bag inside out, he pushed the cold, wet, slimy panties towards her. Knowing her place, what he expected her to do, and how he could punish her (the first, and only, time she’d refused such a gag, he’d given her a cod-liver oil enema, shoved the panties into her ass and left her tied up for an hour. He then pinched her nose shut and waited until she tried to breathe before ripping the panties from her asshole and...) she opened her mouth and let him shove in the panties. The tangy taste embedded in the panty mixed with the sweet/sour tastes of four loads of cum, and she shivered in revulsion. A strip of heavy-duty tape sealed the panties in her mouth.

\"Well, so much for the prelude,\" he said as he walked behind her. She jumped slightly as his hands ran over her ass. \"Now it's time to get to the 'bottom' of the matter, so to speak.\" He laughed at his pun as he went back to the fridge.

\"Earlier you told me that the reason you didn't obey my orders was because you--and I quote-- 'didn't have to go'. Let's just see how true that statement is.\" Something landed heavily on the table near her head, and in spite of herself, she looked over at it.

It was a 1-liter bottle of seltzer water, and she had a horrid realization that she was in big, big trouble.

\"You know, I wonder... If I took out the gag, would you burp?\" Standing in the middle of the kitchen, she looked pleadingly at him. If he took out the gag, she would burp, or do anything else it took, to relieve the pressure in her bowels. His hand came over and caressed her bulging belly. \"Just a minute longer, I think. That should be enough time to loosen everything up.\" Involuntarily she groaned, and immediately prayed he hadn't heard her.

Most people used seltzer water for mixed drinks. Most Masters used plain water to give their slaves enemas. He, of course, liked to combine the two. In fact, the only reason there was any seltzer water in the house was so it could be used for her enemas. Besides that, he also like the seltzer cold, for the added distress factor, and expected her to take the full liter.

Consequently, as her body adjusted to the painful rush of a liter of cold, fizzing seltzer, it also warmed the seltzer. This relieved the cramps caused by the cold liquid, but also brought more carbon dioxide gas out of the seltzer. This, in turn, caused even greater distress than the cold, especially as the gas warmed and expanded further. Right now, she looked as if she was five months pregnant. Making matters worse was the fact that he believed that she should hold every drop without any outside assistance, and the force she used to hold her asshole shut didn't help at all.

Finally, he lead her to the bathroom. Not to the toilet- to the bathtub. She made the agonizing climb into the tub, squatted... then turned to look at him. He waited a few seconds, then said, \"Go ahead, shit.\"

Her asshole opened and she blew out the entire liter of brown seltzer in just a few seconds, along with several turds. This was followed by a long minute of raucous farts as she expelled all the gas the seltzer had left behind. As one of the turds slid between her feet, she looked up at him, and shivered as she saw his smile.

\"Well, now. It sure looks like you had shit in there, doesn't it, cunt?\" She nodded her head in silent agreement. \"Then I guess you didn't follow my orders because you didn't want to, then lied, huh?\" He smiled broadly, eyes twinkling.

She could only hang her head, and nod.

After giving her a second enema and cleaning her up (both done with cold water) he led he back to the kitchen. This time he had her lay on her back atop the table. Using more of the hemp rope, he tied her elbows to her thighs, just below her knees, which kept her legs—and cunt and ass—spread wide open. It was a position with which she was very familiar. Just two days earlier he’d tied her up similarly, strapped a butterfly clit vibrator on her and painted her toenails as she tried to obey his order not to cum. Success had allowed her to masturbate to climax with a large rubber cock. But today wasn’t then, and she knew she would be punished.

And punished she was. He started by whipping her, not with the belt, but with the plastic rod from the blinds. An innocent object which could be found in every room of the house, it sliced into her skin again and again, leaving thin red stripes on her ass, thighs, and belly.

He even used the rod on her tits, but just a couple of times each. That didn't mean that they got off easy. Far from it. Instead, he whipped those bulging masses with something she had never imagined as a pain-inducer: an extension cord. Due to her position she was completely unable to prevent him from do this, or stop him when the strokes moved slowly across her belly and onto her cunt. By the time he finished, however, her wide-eyes were red from crying, and her nostrils flared as she took huge breaths.

\"So, did you learn any lessons yet?\" he asked as his fingers played with and invaded her cunt. She nodded quickly.

\"Then your willingness to disobey me is too easily satisfied,\" he replied. \"I'll have to make sure that thoughts of such disobedience is outweighed by the memory of the consequences of disobedience.\" He did this by, first, clamping clothespins to her cuntlips and tying them apart, and second, by dripping melted candle wax across her exposed clit and cunt. Then whipping it off so he could do it again. And again. And again.

\"I trust,\" he said as he played with her well-abused cunt, \"that we have an understanding. If I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done. Is that understood?\" Her head bobbed like a jackhammer, her wide-eyes glued to his.

\"Good. Now, there is this matter of you shitting in the sandbox,\" he said as he went to the freezer. \"I wanted you to do it just to humiliate the...\" he turned and smiled at her. \"...shit out of you.\" He turned back to the freezer and pulled out a blue object about five inches long and two wide. It looked like a blue sausage, and clinked when he set it on the table beside her ass.

\"But, now that I have the opportunity to watch you do it, well, that's gotten me even more interested in making sure you do it.\" He pulled another blue object out of the fridge and set it next to the first as he closed the door. \"In fact, I think I'll even make a video of the whole spectacle.\"

He opened the fridge door as she said, \"Of course, your recent enema has removed everything you could use to do what I want, but I think I have a solution.\" He pulled a jar out of the fridge and put it down, then picked up one of the blue objects. \"I was planning to use these for something else, but...\" A squeeze of his hand, and the tip of the balloon split, revealing a solid bar of ice which he held up before her face.

\"I figure that I can shove two of these up your ass, and when they melt you'll have a nice load to squirt out. But I also wanted the sight of turds dropping out, and you're fresh out of those. Then I thought of this.\" The jar came into her view, allowing her to read the label. Here eyes widened even more, then closed.

The phone hanging on the kitchen wall rang, and since he was polite, he answered it before the third ring.

\"Anderson residence... Hi, Mrs. Clark...No, I'm sorry, she can't. Mom's tied up at the moment...Okay, I'll tell her. Bye.\" He hung up the phone and looked at her. \"That was Mrs. Clark. She wanted to remind you about bringing snacks for my Junior Varsity game tomorrow.\" He picked up the ice bar and squatted at the end of the table.

\"I wonder if I'll need some grease for this,\" he said as he pressed the block of ice against his mother's asshole.

Hours later he sat at his desk in his room. His computer was last year’s model, but he’d spent some hard-earned money (some his, some his mother’s) and purchased a top-of the line video card and 20-terabyte hard-drive a few months back. It allowed him to hook his video camera directly too his computer, then download, edit and save the videos in several formats.

He watched as his most recent video played back to him. Entitled ‘Litter-box Pussy’, it starred his mother. After the opening credits, the video showed her sitting on the living-room couch, staring directly into the camera. She was made up, and wearing a dress with a plunging neckline. She smiled, then said the only words on tape.

‘You know, there’s one place a three-hole fuck-slut like me loves to take a shit. Wanna watch?’ She stood, untied the knot holding the front of the dress up, and dropped the dress to the floor, leaving her wearing only her highest heels and red stripes across her visible skin. The camera followed her as she walked to the sliding door, red stripes still visible on her ass, and opened it. A pause, then, despite the bright daylight, or the obvious visibility of her destination, she slowly walked out of the house. Upon reaching the sandbox, she didn’t turn around. Instead she simply spread her feet apart and squatted. The video zoomed in on her ass just as the first whole dill pickle began sliding out.

\"Uh... Oh...oh shhittttt...!\" He threw his head back as he came, ignoring the sight of the remaining pickles dropping from his mother’s ass, or the stream of water which followed them out. By the time he recovered the video was showing her walking back towards the house as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

\"Oh damn that was good, Mom,\" he said as he glanced down. \"You’re getting to be a really good cocksucker.\" She pulled her head out of his crotch and let his shrinking cock slip out of her mouth long enough to say, \"Thank you, Master.\" Then she went back to her duties.

\"Yeah, I think you earned a little something for that.\" He reached out and twisted the dial of the vibrator controller one number higher, from ‘4’ to ‘5,’ then hissed as his mother’s moans vibrated his extra-sensitive cock. Despite her body’s internal scream for release, moaning was her only possible reaction.

After her deeply humiliating—but extremely exhilarating—public defecation, she was so turned on and wet she'd almost begged her son to fuck her. Instead, she simply followed his orders, and soon had a large vibrator buried in her ass, and her butterfly vibrator strapped over her clit, both set on their lowest setting and held in place by a tight, strategically knotted hemp crotch rope. She’d remained that way for a while, even as she prepared their dinner.

But he hadn’t stopped humiliating, or exciting her. For eating her dinner on her hands and knees out of a bowl marked ‘Mommy-Slut’ she’d earned an increase in the speed of her anal vibrator. For writing very crude letters (with a very revealing photo) to two men and one woman who responded to ‘her’ personal ad in a local swingers mag, and for licking and sucking her son's cock as she returned Mrs. Clark’s phone call, she’d earned two twists of the dial on her clit vibrator. Not an hour ago she’d gone back outside, picked up one of the pickles and eaten it to get the speed increased once more.

Then he’d added to her tight bondage, with hemp rope binding her arms behind her back and once again surrounding her tits. He’d also put nipple clamps on her, then taken her up to his room and pushed her beneath his desk. When he’d sat down without any pants, she’d known exactly how to increase the vibrator setting towards that elusive setting which would finally trigger her orgasm.

Which wasn’t ‘5’.

\"Okay, Mom, I know that you’re dying to cum, so...\" He let her hope build for several seconds. \"...if you can make me cum again I’ll turn it up another notch.\" He watched, smiling, as his words galvanized his mother into a cocksucking machine. Despite her best efforts, after fifteen minutes he wasn’t even close to cumming. But he’d planned on that.

\"Damn, Mom, I guess you don’t want to cum after all.\" He head popped up.

\"No, please Master! Let me cum! I need to cum so bad! Please!\"

\" Well, I guess you can keep on trying, but I think I’m gonna need a lot of stimulation.\" He pushed back from the desk so he could put his feet on top of it. \"Whadda say, Mom? How bad do you want to cum?\" She looked at his grinning face for several seconds before scooting forward and lowering her face to his crotch. His grin got even bigger as he felt her tongue begin to lick and stab into his asshole.

After just a few minutes of rimming his cock was rock-hard, but he didn’t ell her that. What he said was, \"You know, what you’re doing feels really good, Mom. I bet Dad would really love it, too. When he gets home from the trip, I want you to do this to him before you ask him to butt-fuck you. Doesn’t that sound like a good homecoming present?\" He smiled evilly, knowing that his Dad had only ever had vanilla sex with his Mom. In fact, his Dad hadn’t ever cum in her mouth, let alone butt-fucked her. He would be getting quite a different wife when he returned.

He let her continue tongue-fucking his asshole until his balls were ready to explode, then grabbed her head and rammed his cock down her throat.

Six...wasn’t..quite..enough. But he had other things for her to do to ‘help’ her reach a climax.

\"Hello, Billy? Hi, it’s...Mommy-slut. Can we talk?...Good...I’m nude, except for high heels, some rope around my tits and through my cunt, nipple clamps, and I’ve got a vibrator in my ass and my butterfly on my clit..Well, I was a bad Mommy-slut today, so I’m being punished...Listen, the reason I’m calling is to invite you over tomorrow to, you know, play with me for a while, and then, well, you know...fuck me.\"

\"Bend over the table, Mommy-slut.\"

She pressed her hips against the table edge as she complied. \"Billy? Billy? Are you still there?.. Oh, great...So, can you make it?\"

\"Spread your legs wider.\"

\"Uh, ‘Stuff the Slut’? S-sure, we can play stuff the slut again, Billy, if you want..Uh, sure, same rules as last time...Bring things from home?...Uh...\"

\"Anything he wants, slut, or it doesn’t count.\"

\"Sure, Billy, you can bring stuff from home... Uh, yes, he's here... He's, uh, about to whip my ass while you listen... Ten? Are you sure, Billy?... Oh, good!... Oh...\" She turned and looked back at her son.

\"Billy wants you to whip my ass fifteen times.\" Her son smiled back at her.

\"That’s fine with me. Put the phone on your back, and count real loud so Billy can hear you.\" He raised the cane rod.

SWISH! CRACK! \"Uhhhhh, One!\"

As she hung up the phone he turned the dial to seven.

After another phone call to another friend of her son’s, along with more strokes of the cane, earned her the ‘eight’ setting on the vibrator. She was so close to cumming it felt like her whole body was shivering.

But when he laid the piece of paper with the telephone number on the kitchen table, her face went pale. She shook her head slightly as she asked, \"This one, Master?\" He nodded.

\"Uh-huh. That one. And it had better last fifteen minutes. Do this right, and I’ll let you cum.\"

\"Yes, Master.\" Her fears about making the call went up a couple of notches when he brought out her cell phone and phone headset. After putting the headset on, she glanced over at his smug face, then dialed the number.

\"Yes, room 796, please.\" As she spoke she saw him point down, and she went to her knees in front of him. She was pulling his cock out of his boxers as the connection was made.

\"Hello? Oh...hi, dear.\" She began, then, knowing her Master’s desires, she licked his cock. \"No, nothing’s wrong, I just thought I’d call.\" Another quick lick, then, \"How’s the conference?\"

She spent the next several minutes listening to her husband describe the conference he was attending as she sucked on her son’s cock. Luckily, her contributions to the conversation were limited to ‘Uh-huh’ and ‘Really?’ which made it easy. Throughout this time she felt the cane being rubbed up and down her backside, and a couple of half-hearted pops against her ass, which didn’t interrupt the conversation.

But, as she knew he would, her son began to increase the level of distraction. He started by gesturing her to her feet. When she released his cock and rose, he spun her around and cuffed her hands together behind her back. After hanging the cell phone from her nipple-chain, he pulled her back against his body, bent forward and whispered into her un-covered ear.

\"Spread your legs so I can play with your cunt, and stroke my cock, slut.\"

She took his rampant hard-on into her hands and awkwardly moved them up and down. Meanwhile, he had grabbed the crotch rope and was giving it short, hard, tugs, matched by tugs on her nipple-clamp chain. Things became more difficult as her husband ran out of things to say, and began asking questions.

\"David? Oh, he’s...\" ‘Turned me into a sex-toy ever since he found that video I made in college which you never knew about and he’s got me fucking his friends and he’s making me do all sorts of nasty things and he’s teasing my cunt and tugging on my tits and driving me crazy with lust...’ \"...fine.\" David grinned over his mother’s shoulder and pulled steadily on the chain.

\"Yes, yes,\" she replied as her knees involuntarily bent in response to the torment being inflicted on her nipples. \"He’s doing well in school. No problems.\" She struggled to keep her mind on her husband’s voice, but it became harder with every second. David’s actions, coupled with the teasing she’d received all afternoon and night, the humiliation being further abused and stimulated by her son as she talked to her husband, and the feel of her son’s cock throbbing and oozing pre-cum in her hands, was fanning the flames of her orgasm. It was all she could do to not moan out loud.

After a couple of minutes David released her and pushed her away slightly. He grabbed the nipple-clamp chain and used it as a leash to lead her upstairs to her bedroom as she tried to maintain a normal conversation. Upon entering her room he led her to the bed, released the chain, and spun her around. Her wrists were uncuffed, then David pointed to the bed. \"Get in the middle, ass in the air.\" She hoped that his quiet words hadn’t been heard through the phone.

She knelt on the side of the bed before knee-walking into the middle, then, trying not to grunt, bent over so her upper body was on the bed, facing to the left. Without command she stuck her hands back between her legs as she spread them. It was a position she had become very accustomed to during the past week.

If her husband could see their room, he would have been shocked, because it didn’t look anything like it did when he left. The sheets she was laying on were black satin, with matching pillowcases. The lamps on either side of the bed were each covered by several sheer red scarves, and the nightstands they stood on held a variety of lotions, lubes, dildos, vibrators, and devices David had purchased to use on her. Along one wall was a collection of shoes, some pumps, some straps, all with heels at least four inches tall. Her closet door was locked by David's bike chain; everything she was allowed to wear was either in her lingerie drawer, draped over a chair, or hung up in the room. There wasn’t much, and only a few items were wearable in public, though they weren’t exactly conservative.

Last, but certainly not least, every picture frame in the room now held an image from the video David had found buried in her dresser. The frame next to the door, which had held a wedding picture, now showed her fifteen years ago. She was nude, with her hands cuffed to a beam as a man knelt next to her and whipped her ass, the numerous red stripes on her skin a testament to the length of time he’d been at it. Behind her, her girlfriend and roommate Jackie hung in the swing, her widespread legs showing off a well-beaten cunt that was waiting to be eaten.

David pulled her arms hard, drawing them back between her legs even further, before cuffing her wrists to her ankles. She tried to maintain an even voice as she told her husband about the trivial things which made up a normal life, even as David untied the crotch rope and pulled down the straps of the still buzzing butterfly vibrator.

\"That? Oh, it’s something on television, I guess,\" she replied in answer to her husbands question, and as if by magic the television came on. She prayed that the volume was turned down as her video began to play. The scene showed her laying on the floor crying out, her hands bound to the base of a pole, clothespins all over her cunt and bound tits, as a man held her leg in the air and whipped the inside of her thigh.

She saw David pick up a small cat o-nine tails, something that, in her current position, had only one use. Involuntarily she shivered, and tried to keep her voice steady.

\"Spread your legs, slut,\" David said in a low voice as he knelt next to her ass. She slid her knees as far apart as she could, under the circumstances, then shivered again as she felt him place at hand at the top of her ass.

\"Huh? What? Oh, sorry, I was momentarily...\" The whip sliced up between her thighs and hit her squarely on her sex. \"...DIS-tracted.\" As her husband repeated his question the whip struck her again, and she clenched her jaw to prevent crying out.

\"Yes, that’s right...THAT’S what you TOLD me.\" Her feet beat a little tattoo as she struggled to keep her voice steady. \"WHAT? Another WEEK?\" David was swinging the whip in a circle, striking her cunt every couple of seconds. \"And then to WHERE?\"

She closed her eyes as she absorbed the information she was being told.

\"Certainly DEAR, of COURSE, I UNDERstand, I just MISS you.\" She felt the dildo slide out of her ass, and then David held the eight-inch long, two-inch thick rubber cock in front of her face.

\"Clean this off so I can shove it into your cunt,\" he whispered into her ear. She stuck out her tongue and began licking the greasy rubber cock, stopping just long enough to say a couple of words to keep the conversation going. David resumed whipping her cunt, and for several minutes her mind was overwhelmed with all that was going on.

Finally, David took the dildo and shoved it into her abused, but well-lubricated, cunt. She almost lost it then and there, but managed to keep talking, even though her voice became really shaky.

\"I’m going to whip your ass now, slut,\" David whispered. \"Count each stroke, or I’ll have to go get the cane.\" He raised the whip.

\"No, nothing much else going on here...One! Hmmm? Oh, TWO I’m trying to THREE match up some FOUR uh, buttons, here FIVE and I don’t want SIX to lose count. SEVEN! EIGHT!

\"No it isn’t the television NINE!\" ‘Although it could be, because the television is showing a big slut eating out a friends’ cunt as the both of them are being whipped,’ she thought. \"TEN!\" She felt David run his hand across her ass and knew that he had finished whipping her, at least for the moment. She also knew that her husband was ready to finish up the call.

Then she felt David move around.

‘Oh god no, don’t let him do this to me!’ But, despite her silent plea, she felt him grab her by the hips. She could feel the heat from his cock even before it touched her anus.

\"Okay, dear,\" she said, and David drove his cock deep into her ass. It was the final straw, and she suddenly felt her orgasm begin to rumble to life. \"I know you’re busy...\" ‘Please please please get off the phone!’

David began to pump her asshole.

\"..call me tomorrow?\" ‘Yes, anything, please...!’ David slammed his cock into her without regard for the sound of her ass smacking against his thighs.

\"Eight...o’clock? That..would..be...\" ‘PLEASE GET OFF THE PHONE!’ \"...fineÉ dear.\" ‘OH GOD!’ \"G-g-goodÉnight...dear. Love...you.\" ‘OH MY GOD I CAN’T HOLD...’

\"OH GOD I’m CUMMING!\" she screamed, past the point of caring if her husband heard her or not. David continued to ream her ass as she buried her face in the mattress and screamed. Her whole body shook as wave after wave of intense pleasure blew up from her cunt into her brain, and if she wasn’t tied down, she probably would have fallen over. In fact, her cunt spasmed so much that it ejected the dildo.

Despite all of the blowjobs he’d received that day, David’s adolescent cock remained hard as he worked towards his own orgasm. He rode his mother’s ass as hard as he could, enjoying the silky-smooth feel of her ass-ring as it repeatedly squeezed his swollen cock as she orgasmed again and again. When the anal spasms began slowing down, he began using the cat against her thigh and asscheek as if he was a jockey whipping his mare to the finish lie, mainly because abusing her that way excited him.

It also excited her. Driven into a long-forgotten state of sexual bliss by the overwhelming humiliation and abuse she’d received, she rolled her head to the side and began encouraging him. Her coarse, foul-mouthed pleas and encouragement inflamed his desires, too, and he whipped her back, thighs and asscheeks with abandon.

Within minutes David felt his balls begin to erupt. He pulled her ass to him and buried his cock in her bowels. As the first spurts blasted into his mother’s colon, she screamed and began orgasming, too.

David raised his head from the pillow and looked down between his legs. All he could see was the top of his mother’s head as she used her mouth to clean his cock. Since she was still bound, he had to sit up and push her back.

\"That should be enough, slut,\" he said, but not as gruffly as before. With the excitement of his orgasm passed, he felt more than a little awkward treating his mother like this. He reached behind her and uncuffed her wrists and ankles.

She sat back on the bed, her legs bent back behind her and spread to show him her red, swollen cunt. She shook her hair back from her face as she replied, \"Yes, Master. Would you like your slut to do anything else for you?\"

He looked at her face for a while. He knew his lack of experience could make such things difficult, but, try as he could, he didn’t see even a glimpse of regret or recrimination in his mother’s face, and her eyes shone with a certainÉ sparkle.

\"Like what, slut? What more could you do for me?\" His mother smiled at him.

\"If you promise to use me like the fuck-toy I am, like you did today, then I will do anything for you.\"

He looked at her questioningly. \"Anything?\"

She nodded, happily. \"Anything. I’ll treat you like a sultan.\" He shrugged.

\"It’s a deal.\"

David learned what his mother meant that night, almost immediately. She escorted him to the master bathroom, where she begged him to use her mouth to relieve himself. Then, after pulling her mouth off his cock, she placed him in a bath and cleaned him from head to toe. When he reached to take off her nipple clamps, she placed her hands behind her, stuck out her tits and begged him to pull the clamps off, after which she sat astride the tub edge and rocked herself to an orgasm as he whipped her tits. Under her instructions he prepared her for bed, binding her up before shoving his cock into her mouth and letting her suck him off once more.

The next morning she once more sucked his piss directly from his cock before going downstairs and preparing his breakfast and lunch in the nude. He didn’t finish his breakfast, mainly because she was beneath the table blowing him, and spent several minutes playing with her as she lay across the kitchen table. When he returned from school she met him wearing some items she’d picked up that day, including a dog collar with her name identifying her as his pet, and his as her owner. The two of them (literally) fucked around until his friends showed up, at which point his mother happily showed his buddies just how a true slut acted. Later that evening she took her husband’s phone call as one boy fucked her ass, and the other pumped her mouth.

By the time her husband returned from his extended 11-day work trip, she'd fucked and sucked David's three friends at least forty times each, and all three had used her in every perverse way they could find to try, especially since she'd pointed them to Tumblr. Her husband never found out about his wife’s new sex life, though he totally enjoyed the new sex acts that she begged him to do.

David remained extremely close to his mother. She even performed at his bachelor party. With another collar-wearing slut named Jackie.

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