The Slave At Home
Part two
Shackleford Bond
CH 4
Rose and Scott were at breakfast one morning. She had spent the evening
at the masters'. Cathy came in to the dining room and kissed her parents.
"Hi Mom, Hi Dad." She poured a bowl of cereal.
"Is that all you're having?" her mother asked.
"Uh huh. I'm not very hungry," Cathy replied. "How was last night?"
"Rather low key," Rose said.
"What do you mean?"
"The master tied me to the bed and screwed me all evening. He didn't
torture me at all."
"That's no fun," Cathy said.
"Oh yes it is," her mother laughed.
"Well, , , yes," Cathy conceded. "But I like to be spanked or whipped
before he fucks me."
Scott cringed behind his newspaper.
"So do I," Rose said. "But sometimes its nice to have a change of pace.
Last night was almost romantic. The lights were low, there was soft music and
the master fucked me for hours."
"Is that all?"
Rose smiled. "You won't believe this, but he ate my pussy."
"Mom! Really?" Cathy gasped. "That's fantastic!"
Rose nodded. "I came twice while he did that."
"You are so lucky," Cathy said. "I wonder if the master might be in love
with you."
"Don't be silly," her mother said. "I'm only his slave."
"He could still love you," Cathy said.
Rose waved her hand dismissively.
"Was it just the master last night, or did he give you to the other
guys?" Cathy asked.
"He was the only one who fucked me," her mother said. "But he did have
me suck Gino and Larry's cocks before I left."
"Gino?"
"Yes, Gino," Rose said.
"Lucky you. I think Gino is cute," Cathy said. "And he's so big!"
"He certainly is," Rose agreed. "My jaw gets sore when I have him in my
mouth."
"Mine doesn't."
"Really? Well my mouth isn't as big as yours."
Cathy laughed.
"If you like him so much perhaps we ought to invite him over for dinner
sometime," Rose said jokingly.
"Oooh, could we?"
Scott got up from the table. "Time for me to go to work. Are you going
in today?" he asked his wife. She shook her head.
"I think I'll take the day off and rest up from my exhausting night."
She stretched contentedly. He walked out the door.
"What about the butler, was he there last night?" Cathy asked, resuming
their conversation.
"No. I didn't see him," Rose said. "I don't think he ever fucks a woman
unless he canes her half to death first."
"Yeah. He's pretty cruel," Cathy agreed. "But he knows how to use that
cane."
"Just wait till he hangs you upside down and canes your pussy until
you're unconscious," her mother said. "You might not enjoy it."
"Maybe, but I still want him to do it to me at least once."
Her mother shook her head. "I hurt for days after he caned me."
"Yeah, but I saw you playing with your pussy the very next day," her
daughter said. "And I bet you were thinking about him when you did."
Her mother blushed.
One Saturday afternoon Rose was relaxing at home, Scott was at a bar
with some buddies and Cathy was out with her friends. Rose was watching
television when the door bell rang. Through the window she saw the master's limo
parked at the curb. One of his guards was leaning against the fender. She opened
the door and saw the master on her porch.
"Good after noon, sir," she said. "Please come in."
"I was in the area and thought I might drop by," he said, looking
around. "I hope I haven't come at an inconvenient time."
Rose stared astonished. "No sir, how could that be? I'm your slave."
"Yes, but I still wouldn't want to put your family to any trouble."
"I'm your slave," Rose said. "So is my daughter, and my husband is your
employee. We're all at your service."
"Yes, that's true," he said. "What about your husband? How does he like
the situation?"
"Honestly sir, I really don't care," Rose answered. "He was willing for
me to become your slave and if he doesn't like it now, then that's too bad."
"Ah, it sounds like he's not happy then."
"Perhaps not," she said. "But he hasn't asked me to stop seeing you."
"And if he did?"
"I would refuse," she said. "I'd rather be your slave than his wife."
"That's quite flattering, but I'd hate to break up your marriage."
"I would rather be your slave than his wife," she repeated solemnly.
He got to his feet. "I won't take any more of your time."
"Oh, do you have to go?" she asked. "I thought you might like to whip me
or something before you go."
She peeled off her tee shirt and shorts, then slipped out her panties
and unhooked her bra. She opened the closet door and gestured to the restraints.
"So you keep them there," he said. "I'd have thought that your husband
hides them away."
She shook her head. "I'm proud of having them."
She sighed with delight as he buckled cuffs to her wrists and ankles. He
clipped a leash to her collar and selected a whip. "Is your bedroom upstairs?"
"Yes master."
Hours later Scott and Cathy arrived home at the same time. Scott found
his wife tied to the bed. Fresh pink whip marks were on her breasts and belly.
She was gagged and blindfolded. Cum was drying on her face.
"Who did this?" Scott demanded. He turned to Cathy. She shook her head.
"I haven't been home, Dad, besides, I would never whip Mom. That
wouldn't be right."
Scott removed his wife's gag and blindfold, and started to release her
bonds.
"No, leave me here," she said.
"Who did this to you?" he demanded.
"The master dropped by for a visit," she said.
"Wow!" Cathy gasped.
"So now he's coming here to fuck you?" Scott said. "In our own house?"
"Uh huh. And its not actually our house," Rose said.
"What are you talking about?"
"The master bought the mortgage on this house. Our rent payments are
going to him."
Scott stared open mouthed.
"After he screwed me he looked around the property and decided that the
place needs some fixing up," Rose continued. "He's going to have the carpets
replaced and the whole house painted. He told me to pick out the colors I want
and he'll send a crew over."
"Is he going to have a torture chamber built in the basement?" Scott
asked sarcastically.
"That's a good idea," his wife said. "I'll ask him."
Scott stormed out of the room. Cathy jumped on the bed between her
mother's legs.
"Tell me all about what happened today."
"All right, but first tighten my ankles. The master left them a little
loose."
A few days later Cathy woke to a thumping noise on her wall. She looked
out the window and saw a man putting a ladder against the house. Paint buckets
and another ladder lay on the lawn. She went downstairs.
Rose was seated at the dining table sipping coffee. She was wearing high
heels and a very short house coat, and no underwear. The house coat hell barely
three inches below her pussy.
"What's going on?" Cathy asked.
"The painters are here," her mother replied.
"I know that," Cathy said. "I mean why are you dressed like that?"
"Oh, I thought I'd let them look," Rose said. She motioned toward the
windows. All the curtains were open. The painters were walking back and forth.
"Mom you are terrible," Cathy laughed.
Rose smiled and undid the belt holding the housecoat together. She gave a
shake and her breasts popped free.
"I want to play too," Cathy said. She slipped out of her pajama bottoms
and unbuttoned the top. A moment later one of the painters glanced in the
window. He stopped in his tracks when he saw two nearly naked women bent over
the table apparently engrossed in the newspaper. They had their backs to the
window and their pussies were in plain view. He frantically motioned to his
co-workers, who joined him. Rose and her daughter spent a long time reading that
paper.
"This is fun," Cathy said out of the corner of her mouth. "Can I stay
home from school?"
"Nope. In fact, you better get ready or you'll be late."
Cathy dressed for school. She wore a mini skirt and no panties, and made
sure the painters got a good look as she climbed into her car. Rose spent the
day wearing only her house coat. At mid morning she made a pot of coffee. She
tied the house coat loosely, placed the coffee pot and some cups on a tray and
walked out the back door.
The paint crew scrambled down their ladders like squirrels. They gathered
around as she poured the coffee. A couple tried to be gentleman and not be too
obvious as they looked at her body, but the others stared blatantly. Her pussy
was tingling when she went inside.
She tossed the house coat aside and walked around the house all day in
the nude. That afternoon she slipped on the house coat and took the painters
lemonade. Her sash was looser than before. She poured the men lemonade, than
started inside when one of them grabbed her arm.
"We're getting a little tired of your damn teasing, lady," he said. "Its
time for the real thing." The others growled in agreement. She looked at each
face.
"Ooooh, you want to fuck me?"
"Goddamn right we do!"
"What are you waiting for?" She slipped out of her housecoat and let it
fall. "But I do have one little request to make," she said.
"What's that?"
"I think you should tie me up."
She walked across the lawn to a large picnic table. She leaned against it
and spread her legs. "Do you boys have any ropes?"
One tore around the house to their truck. He returned with a handful of
rope.
"Why don't you tie me to the table?" she suggested. "Tie my legs apart
and do anything you want."
They swarmed over her, getting in each other's way. She giggled as they
pushed and shoved and bumped each other. Finally the foreman ordered them back
and he completed the job. Then he dropped his pants and slid his cock into her.
They took turns and when the last had finished she asked them to leave her
bound. They went back to work but the one's painting the back of the house
seemed to have trouble concentrating on their jobs.
After an hour one of the men approached her.
"Lady, the people next door just came home, and they could probably see
you if they look over the fence. Do you want to stay out here?"
She sighed. "I'd love to, but I probably should get dressed. Would you
untie me please?"
When Cathy came home from school her mother was lying naked her bed on
her stomach reading a magazine. Cathy took one look at her face and knew.
"Mom! The painters?"
Rose nodded.
"All of them?"
"Yes dear. On the picnic table."
"Outside? Oh that is so sexy!"
"I suppose so, but I need you to get the tweezers and pull all these
splinters out of my butt."
"How did you get splinters?"
"The picnic table is old and splintery. You pick up a lot of splinter
when some body fucks you on it."
"Why didn't you get off?"
"Because I was tied to it, silly."
"Oooh, the painters are kinky, eh?'
"They are now. At first they just wanted to screw me, I had to suggest
that they tie me up, but they caught on quick." Rose chuckled. "I think their
wives and girlfriends are in for a surprise tonight. They were talking about
stopping off to buy rope on their way home."
"How many painters are there?"
"Four, but they all came back for seconds."
The paint crew arrived bright and early the next morning. As soon as her
husband and daughter left Rose walked out the back door naked and carrying a
blanket. She spread it over the picnic table then lay on it as the painters tied
her down. They kept her there all morning. They even declined to release her
when she offered to make coffee for them. They knocked off for lunch, took turns
fucking her, then took a siesta. Rose waited patiently until they started back
to work, then begged them to release her. She staggered inside, took a long
shower and made herself lunch.
She went outside nude and was watching the men work when one walked by
and patted her on the butt. His hand was covered with paint and left a print on
her skin. Annoyed she picked up a rag and was trying to rub the paint off when
another man did the same thing. She giggled and told them to stop. They didn't
listen and soon she was covered with hand prints. She started to go inside when
they grabbed her and tied her kneeling to a small tree. She was familiar with
this position; it was one of the master's favorites.
She knelt and sucked cocks all afternoon. As each man finished spurting
into her mouth he would pat her body several times with paint covered hands. By
the end of the day she had several layers of dried paint on her body.
"Don't worry," the foreman told her. "Its latex. It will wash off with
soap and water."
"Oh, great!"
Rose was in the bath tub when Cathy came home. She was scrubbing at the
paint on her body. Even with lots of soap and water the paint was tough to
remove. She looked up and saw her daughter standing in the door way. "Don't
ask," she said.
"I don't have to," Cathy laughed. "Its pretty obvious what happened to
you."
Rose glared at her for a moment, then laughed too.
"Don't just stand there. Help me get this paint off before your father
comes home."
"Why?" Cathy asked. "Its not as if Daddy doesn't know you're a slave."
"I'm a slave to Master Richards," her mother replied. "Not to a bunch of
painters. Your father didn't agree to that."
Cathy knelt and began scrubbing her mother's back with a huge sponge.
"Well, the master hired the painters so I think you could say that they are his
men as much as the guards and the butler are."
"No they aren't," Rose said. "I don't want to embarrass your father
unnecessarily."
"Since when? I thought you enjoyed humiliating Daddy."
"I know, but every once in a while I feel sorry for him," her mother
said.
The painters took two days longer than expected to finish the job. They
were painstaking in their work, in fact, instead of two coats of paint the
Rhodes house got three, and the detailing around the trim work was perfect. They
even painted the mail box, the garden shed and the interior of the garage. Rose
hung by her wrists from the garage rafters while they worked in there.
Scott continued to drive his wife to the master's house each week. He
fell into a habit of napping in the limousine while he waited. The master gave
him permission to wait in the house, but he preferred not to. He had done that
once and had heard his wife's screams from several rooms away. He had charged
toward the torture chamber but was intercepted by one of the guards. He knew it
was futile to try to fight the huge man, but demanded to see his wife. The guard
took pity on him and led him to a small room that overlooked the torture
chamber. Through a one way mirror Scott saw his wife hanging by her wrists while
the master whipped her.
"You can see that your wife is ok," the guard said. "You can look for a
minute, then you have to leave. Mister Richards would fire me if he found out I
let you watch.."
Scott watched his wife shriek and twist in her bonds as she was whipped.
He squirmed in embarrassment as the whip curled around her body. The master
circled her plying the whip mercilessly, then cupped her pussy in his hand. She
looked into the master's eyes loving as his fingers slipped inside her. She said
spoke too softly for Scott to hear, but the master bent his head and kissed her.
The master's hand rubbed her pussy until she had an orgasm. Scott watched her
eyes close, her mouth open in ecstasy. The master stepped to a table and sipped
a glass of champagne. Rose's expression softened and her face slowly returned to
normal. The master picked up his whip and cracked it loudly. Rose opened her
eyes and looked at him through lowered lids. The whip snapped on her breast like
a gunshot and the look of ecstasy reappeared on her face. Several more strokes
landed and she screamed again.
"She screams a lot," the guard told Scott. "It don't mean nothing."
Scott walked out of the little room and went to the car. He was furious
that his cock was hard.
One evening he was dozing behind the wheel when a guard rapped on the
window. He motioned Scott to come inside.
"What do you want?" Scott asked as he followed the man into the house.
"Mister Richards finished with the slave a couple of hours ago and went
to bed," the guard said. "He told us we could have her the rest of the evening."
"So?"
"We got to feeling bad that you don't get to fuck your wife anymore, so
we thought we would do you a little favor, figured you might like a blow job."
Scott blushed angrily. "That's mighty decent of you guys," he said
bitterly.
"Hey look. We're trying to be nice to you," the guard said. "If you don't
want it then go back to the car."
"It doesn't matter what I want," Scott said. "She won't suck my cock no
matter what."
"She will tonight," the guard said. "She's blindfolded. Keep your mouth
shut so she doesn't recognize your voice and she'll think you are one of us.
She's sucked a lot of cocks tonight. She won't be able to tell the difference."
"How many?" Scott asked.
"Let's see, , , six body guards, the butler and the house boy," the guard
counted. "And Mister Richards of course, that's nine. You'll be number ten."
They entered the torture chamber. The other guards were lolling around
naked. Empty beer bottles and drink glasses were strewn about.
Rose was tied to a kneeling post. She wore a leather blindfold. Her hair,
her face and the blindfold were spattered thickly with cum. Her body was covered
with whip marks and her breasts sagged with heavy nipple clamps. She slumped in
her bonds, her head rested on her chest and Scott wondered if she was
unconscious. One of the guards held his finger to his lips telling Scott to be
quiet, then stroked his cock until it was hard. He stepped in front of Rose and
touched her face with it. She straightened up and opened her mouth, the cock
went inside. The guard grinned at Scott and wiggled his hips obscenely. He with
drew his cock and held it just outside her lips. She leaned forward and sought
it with her tongue. The man slid back inside her mouth and she sucked, and
sucked, and sucked. His face took on a look on intense concentration, he began
thrusting into her mouth, harder and faster until her head was slamming against
the post. He groaned loudly and came. He withdrew from her mouth and spurted cum
into face. She sighed with pleasure. The guard wiped himself clean with her
hair, then motioned for Scott to approach.
Blushing, scowling, Scott unzipped his fly, he was rock hard. The guard
stepped away and Scott pressed his cock against her face. She opened her mouth
and for the first time in months his wife was touching his cock. He looked at
her and thought "This isn't my wife, its Mister Richards' slave girl. I'm
getting sucked off and he doesn't even know it. Fuck him!"
The guards grinned as Rose unknowingly sucked her own husband. They
thought it was a terrific joke.
Scott squirted cum in Rose's mouth and on her face and on her breasts. It
added to the sticky mess already there. When he finished the guard motioned for
him to follow him outside.
"Why don't you go back to the limo," he told Scott. "We're not quite done
with her, we'll bring her out in a while."
"Take your time."
The next morning at breakfast as Rose told Cathy about the evening's
activity, Scott raised his newspaper and smiled to himself.
CH 5
Rumors grew about Rose and Mister Richards, they abounded at work. He
announced that she was promoted to the position of his personal administrative
assistant. This meant a large raise and placed her in close contact with him. It
also provided her a reason for missing work. He told people that her absences
were due to being sent on assignments to inspect corporate facilities or attend
meetings on his behalf. She actually did on enough inspections to make the story
valid. Nevertheless, rumors grew until they reached Mister Richards' ears.
One morning Rose was passing a vice president's office when through a
partially closed door she heard her name mentioned. She paused and heard the
vice president talking.
"Mister Richards has asked me to speak to you about Rose Rhodes," he
said. "Some petty minded people in this company have been circulating rumors
about Mrs. Rhodes and he wants them stopped."
Rose peeked in and saw six or seven of the worst gossipy women in the
company.
"Mister Richards invites Scott and Mrs. Rhodes to his home on social
occasions," the vice president said. They always go together."
"That's right," Rose thought.. "My husband is a proper chaperone. After
delivering me, he waits in the car while the master tortures me and fucks me
silly"
"And many times their daughter Cathy is with them."
"Any time the master wants an additional slave."
"Because the Rhodes family attends social functions at his house, "Yup,
we all sit around drinking tea," is no reason for people to assume that there
is any improper relationship between Mister Richards and Mrs. Rhodes," the vice
president continued.
"Absolutely, I'm a proper slave and the master is always a gentleman,
even when he's fucking me in the ass."
"I am hoping, in fact expecting that you will speak to any of those mean
spirited people in your sections who might be spreading those rumors," the vice
president said with a thinly veiled threat. "Because if they don't stop Mister
Richards might feel obligated to take action himself."
"You don't want him angry at you girls. The last time he got upset with
me I couldn't walk for a couple of days."
Rose was later approached by a couple of the worst company gossips. They
were just gushing friendliness.
"Hi Rose," one said. "I love that dress."
"Why thank you Heather."
"And I think you've lost weight, haven't you?" the other said.
"Yes, I've been going to the fitness spa," Rose said. "Its sweet of you
to notice."
"We just came from a meeting with Mister Davis," the first said. "He has
asked us to help quash some of those awful rumors circulating through the
company."
"Oh, what rumors would that be?"
"Well, nothing I want to repeat," the first said. "But sometimes people
get talked about unfairly and we intend to see to it that anyone spreading
rumors gets a severs talking to."
"I can see why Mister Davis choose you," Rose said with a straight face.
"He picked two natural leaders."
"I hear that you and your husband have been to Mister Richards' house,"
the second one said.
"God, could you possibly be more transparent?"
"Yes, we go several times a month."
"I hear its lovely."
"Its beautiful," "Especially the torture chamber."
"I'd love to see it," the other said.
"I'd love to see you hung upside down and caned on your cunt by the
butler." Rose had an image of the two frumpy women naked in the master's torture
chamber. She smiled. "I wonder if just once the master would let me whip
somebody. Neither of you would walk for a week after I finished with you."
Something about her smile made the women nervous.
"Well, put in a good word for us," the first said. "Maybe someday he will
invite us."
"I'll do that."
Ch 6
Cathy graduated from high school that spring. Mister Richards arranged
for her to attend the finest college in the state. She spent the summer like
most young graduates, except for the weekly visits to a torture chamber, she
was no different from any other eighteen year old girl. She even dated boys,
although they bored her to death. She told her mother that it was difficult to
get excited about a teenager after being fucked by the master and his men,
especially Gino.
Cathy was dismayed to discover that freshmen were required to live in a
dormitory on campus. She wailed to her mother that she would have no privacy to
tie herself up.
"You'll just have to wait until you come home on the weekends," Rose told
her.
"Do you think the master would let me go to his house every weekend?"
Cathy asked.
"Why not ask him," her mother said. "But I thought that you would want to
spend your weekends visiting friends and family."
"Yeah Mom, dream on. I intend to spend my weekends tied up somehow."
The master graciously agreed to allow Cathy to come to his torture
chamber on the weekends, but warned her that he had many social engagements and
would not always be there. She would have to content herself with the guards and
butler.
When college started Cathy drove home every Friday night. She spent the
day with her parents and friends, then on Saturday evening her father drove her
to the master's house. Sometimes her mother went too.
One Sunday morning Rose was rubbing lotion into her daughter's whip
marks.
"Mom can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Have you ever had sex with a woman?"
"Yeah," Rose said wryly. "You were there, remember?'
"I don't mean the time they tied us together," her daughter said. "Have
you done it with any other woman?"
"No."
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"I think every woman thinks about it at some point in her life. Why do
you ask?"
"I've been talking about it with Sue, my roommate."
"What?"
"We've gotten pretty close and talk about very intimate things," Cathy
said. "I told her about being a slave."
"Cathy, for God's sake! Do you want that all over campus?"
"Don't worry, I trust her not to talk. In fact, she doesn't believe me
anyway. She thinks I was just talking about my fantasies."
"Keep her thinking that."
"Ok. Anyway, she has bondage fantasies too, and one of them is to be tied
to a woman and forced to eat her pussy like we were."
"Is she a lesbian?"
"No, she likes boys and has a boyfriend back home, but she also has
fantasies about women. She admits she might be bisexual."
"Have you two had sex?" Rose asked.
"No, we've talked about it, and I sort of like the idea of being tied to
a woman, but we haven't done anything yet."
"So what are you getting at?"
"I was thinking of bringing her home some weekend. Do you think I could
ask the master if I could bring Sue with me to his house?"
"Absolutely not! Its very different from having fantasies and actually
being tortured," Rose said. "There aren't very many women who could endure what
the master does to us, and taking an innocent girl to the master's house is out
of the question."
"I was innocent," Cathy said.
"No you weren't. You knew what the master was doing to me long before you
went, and remember, I didn't give you permission to go the first time. You had
to sneak away from your father and me."
"Yes, you're right," Cathy conceded.
"Besides, I thought she doesn't believe you."
"Well that would change about thirty seconds after we got there," Cathy
said. "As soon as she walks into the master's torture room."
"And what if it turns out she doesn't like being tortured? She might not
enjoy being fucked by four or five men either. What if she tells her parents, or
the police?"
"Oh. I hadn't thought about that." Cathy was silent for a while.
"Mom would it be ok if I invite Sue to visit some weekend? Just a regular
visit?"
"Of course you can," her mother said. "But let's keep sex and slavery out
of it."
"Ok."
Two weeks later Sue came for a visit. She was a slender pretty girl with
very pale skin and pale brown hair, even her eyes were light brown. Her skin was
almost transparent. Rose was reminded of a fine porcelain doll.
Scott put a trundle bed in Cathy's room. The room, already small, was
very crowded with two beds but the girls didn't seem to mind. They sat up
talking until very late. Rose awoke at midnight and heard them whispering
downstairs. Scott snored away as she got out of bed. Downstairs she found the
girls sitting on the living room floor surrounded by restraint gear. Sue
listened wide eyed as Cathy explained what each piece was used for. They started
guiltily when Rose spoke.
"I guess I should have put that stuff away," she said walking into the
room. "I thought we had a deal," she said to Cathy.
"I'm sorry Mom," Cathy said. "We got to talking and Sue still didn't
believe me so I showed her the stuff."
"Just to prove a point?"
Cathy wilted under her mother's glare.
"Since my daughter has chosen to reveal private family business, I can
only ask that you please not tell anyone about it," Rose said to Sue.
"I won't tell a soul," Sue said earnestly. "I promise." She looked at the
cuffs and straps and gags, then up at Rose. "But this is incredible! Do you
really wear these things?"
Rose sighed and sat down. "Yes. I wear them, so does Cathy."
"My God! Cathy told me you were a sex slave but I thought she was making
it up," Sue said.
"We're both slaves," Cathy said.
"And masochists and sluts," Rose said. "And I'm an unfaithful wife on top
of it."
"No you're not, Mom," Cathy said firmly. "An unfaithful wife is one that
sneaks around behind her husband's back. Daddy knows all about it, he sold you
to the master."
"I wanted him to sell me."
"That doesn't matter," Cathy said stoutly. "He still made the decision."
"That's right," Sue said. "I think what you did was noble, you were
helping your family."
"So I'm a noble slave?" Rose said.
"Yes ma'am."
Cathy began to giggle. "Yes, Mom suffers for our sake. The orgasms mean
nothing to her, isn't that right?'
Rose started to laugh. Sue looked at them in confusion, then smiled, then
laughed. The laughter grew until they were shrieking. Rose remembered Scott and
pointed toward the stairs. Sue clapped her hand over her mouth and tried to
stifle her laughter. Cathy stuffed a couch cushion in her mouth and bit it. Rose
shook as she tried to be quiet. Tears of laughter streamed down her face.
When they finally regained their composure Rose told the girls they
ought to be in bed.
"Not tonight," Cathy said. "We're not tired. We stay up late lots of
nights."
"That's right ma'am," Sue said.
"And sleep late the next morning and miss classes?" her mother said.
"We haven't missed any," Cathy said indignantly. "Our grades are fine.
Besides Mom, you sleep in on the mornings after the master tortures you."
"Yes, that's true," Rose admitted.
Sue's eyes grew serious. "Would you tell me about being tortured?" she
asked. "I would really like to hear about it."
Rose looked at her for a moment. Cathy nodded encouragingly.
"All right," Rose sighed. "But I'm thirsty. I'm going to get a glass of
milk. Do you want some?" The girls shook their heads.
When Rose returned from the kitchen her daughter and her guest were
naked. They were kneeling side by side and each had a pile of cuffs in front of
her.
"No way," Rose said sharply. "Put your clothes back on."
Sue pushed her pile of restraints forward a few inches. "Please ma'am,"
she whispered.
"Come on Mom," Cathy said. "What's the harm?"
"Oh my God," Rose said helplessly. She put own the milk and began
buckling the gear onto Sue. "Have you ever done this before?" she asked.
"No ma'am."
"All right," Rose said. "My daughter likes to be bound very tightly, so
I'm going to do the same thing to you. If its too tight say so, but I won't
release you until I'm ready."
"Mom is trying to scare you away from bondage," Cathy told Sue. "She did
the same thing to me. It didn't work." Sue nodded but her eyes had a distant
look.
Rose buckled Sue into a hog-tie, then buckled her daughter. When she
finished with Cathy she tightened Sue's bonds, then Cathy's. She tightened the
straps until they cut deeply into the girls' skin.
Sue lay on her stomach, her eyes closed and her breathing was rapid.
"Is it painful?" Rose asked her. Sue nodded.
"Do you want to be released?" Rose asked.
"Noooo," she whispered.
"Very well," Rose strapped a blindfold over Sue's eyes and a gag in her
mouth.
"Mom, will you leave us here all night please?" Cathy asked as Rose
blindfolded her. Sue nodded vigorously.
"Not all night," Rose said. "Your father is in the house, remember?"
"Oh."
"I'll leave you like this for a while, then you're going to bed," Rose
told them.
Rose sat on the couch looking at the bound girls on the floor. She wished
she was bound too. She could bind herself if she choose, but didn't want Scott
to come downstairs in the morning and find the girls naked. She decided to let
the girls enjoy their bonds for an hour or so, then she would release them.
Morning sunlight in her eyes woke Rose. She sat up confused, why was she
on the couch? Then she saw the girls on the floor.
"Good God, I fell asleep. What time is it?" She stepped over the girls
and went to the kitchen. It was six thirty. Scott would be up soon. She returned
to the living room and undid Sue's bonds. Sue groaned as circulation returned to
her arms and legs. She tried to stand but fell back to the carpet. Rose released
Cathy who managed to stagger to her feet.
"Put that stuff away and get to bed," Rose told her as she kneaded Sue's
arms and legs. "Your father will be down soon."
"I thought you weren't going to let us stay tied up all night," Cathy
said.
"I fell asleep on the couch," Rose told them. She looked at the angry red
strap marks on Sue's delicate skin. "Are you all right? I didn't mean to keep
you bound up that long."
Sue crawled to a sitting position on the couch. She took Rose's hand and
held it to her cheek, then she kissed the inside of Rose's palm. "May I kiss you
ma'am?' she whispered.
Rose glanced at Cathy who was hanging the restraints in the closet.
"All right, Dear." Rose expected Sue to kiss her on the cheek or at most
a quick peck on the lips, but Sue knelt at her feet and pushed Rose's knees
apart. Before Rose could stop her, Sue leaned forward and kissed the crotch of
Rose's panties. Rose gasped in astonishment. Cathy glanced around the door and
froze, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. Rose looked at her
helplessly, Cathy clapped her hand over her mouth. Meanwhile Sue nuzzled and
licked Rose's crotch. Her hands grasped the waist of her panties and she tried
to tug them down.
Cathy heard a noise upstairs. "Daddy's getting up!" she hissed.
Rose pushed Sue away and closed her legs. "Get upstairs both of you."
Sue looked so disappointed. "But I want too eat your pussy," she said
plaintively.
"Later," Rose said. "But get to your room now."
Cathy grabbed Sue's wrist and dragged her up the stairs. She looked back
sadly at Rose.
Rose went to the kitchen and started coffee. Her face was flushed and her
heart was pounding. She was very confused. "How far would I have gone? If Scott
hadn't gotten up I might be still in there with Sue's tongue in my pussy, and my
daughter watching."
Scott came into the kitchen, bleary eyed and rumpled. He poured a cup of
coffee and walked outside to get the newspaper. He didn't notice Rose's bright
eyes and flushed complexion.
"What are you doing today?" he asked when he returned.
"Shopping probably," she said. "What about you?"
"I'm playing golf at ten, then they guys are going to meet at Ted's place
to watch the football game."
"What time will you be home?" she asked.
"Since for once I don't have to deliver you and Cathy to your 'master's'
house, I just might stay out late." He pronounced 'master's' sarcastically. A
thought occurred to him. He lowered the paper. "I presume you're not going
tonight since we have a house guest."
"That's right," she said. "We aren't going out tonight."
"That's a switch," he grumbled. "For all I know you might be recruiting
Cathy's roommate to join your little sex club."
"That may be closer to the truth than you realize. I'm not trying to
recruit her, but she may join up on her own." Rose remembered Sue's mouth on
her pussy and her nipples hardened.
The girls fell asleep as soon as they crawled in bed. They slept all
morning and came downstairs just as Scott was leaving. After he drove away Sue
turned to Rose.
"May I undress?"
"Uh, yes, I suppose so," Rose said.
Sue slipped out of her tee shirt and panties. Cathy grinned and did the
same. Sue went to the closet and helped herself to an armful of restraints. Rose
made them breakfast while the girls buckled themselves into cuffs and collars.
"What about you Mom?" Cathy asked. "Want to get naked?"
"All right." Rose donned a set of restraints while the girls ate.
After breakfast Cathy wanted to teach Sue to walk in spike heels and a
hobble. She locked Sue's hands behind her and led her around the house. Sue
loved the shoes but had trouble at first. She stumbled several times but soon
mastered the task. Rose watching thought she looked adorable as she minced
behind Cathy.
After several turns through the house Cathy led Sue to Rose. Sue knelt
at Rose's feet.
"Sue has a request," Cathy said.
Sue bowed her head. "May I please eat your pussy ma'am?'
"First, don't call me ma'am," Rose said. "You make it sound like I'm a
dominatrix. I'm not, I'm a slave. Second, I'm not sure that it would be right
for you to do that. I think you ought to do it with Cathy."
"We talked it over Mom, and Sue wants to eat your pussy first. Then we
want you to tie us together."
"Well, , , I guess its all right," Rose said. She put her arms behind
her back and locked her cuffs together, then opened her legs. Sue inched forward
on her knees and put her face in Rose's crotch. Cathy lay on her tummy on the
floor and rested her chin in her hands. She watched fascinated as her mother was
licked and kissed until she came.
When Rose regained her breath after the sweetest orgasm, she got to her
feet and nodded at Cathy to take her place on the couch. Her daughter shook her
head.
"We want to be tied together," Cathy said.
"That's right," Sue affirmed.
"Ok, let's go upstairs. We'll use my bed," Rose said. "Unlock my
wrists."
Cathy lay on the bed and Rose tied her legs and arms to the bedposts,
then Sue crawled atop Cathy and Rose strapped them together. "How long do you
want?" she asked.
"An hour," Cathy said.
"Two hours!" Sue said firmly.
"Ok, I'll check on you in a while," Rose closed the door and went down
stairs.
The first time she looked in on them the girls were frantically licking
and kissing each other's pussy. The next time they were going slow and softly.
Rose watched her daughter's tongue making soft little circles on Sue's pussy.
Both girls' eyes were closed and they didn't even realize she was in the room.
When the two hours was up Rose released them. They were thirsty and
downed several glasses of milk. Cathy spoke up. "Ok Mom, its your turn."
"I shouldn't do this," she said.
"Yes you should," Cathy said. "Come on, get on the bed."
Rose lay on the bed, her heart pounding as the girls tied her down, then
Sue lay atop her. Rose's tongue was seeking Sue's pussy even before Cathy
strapped them together. "How long?" Cathy asked.
"All afternoon," Rose told her, slightly muffled.
Rose awoke with her face in Sue's crotch. She had fallen asleep after
her third or fourth orgasm. Sue was asleep atop Rose. Rose tried to wriggle her
face free but couldn't, Cathy had tied them too well.
Rose's movement woke Sue. Her body jerked and she tried to raise her head but
couldn't. She lowered her mouth back onto Rose's pussy. Rose's pussy had never
been so sensitive. She had endured many orgasms at the master's, but nothing
like what Sue's tongue had done to her. She was sensitive beyond orgasm. Sue's
tongue on her pussy was actually painful. Rose asked her to stop.
Sue, in love with bondage, and if the truth be known, in love with Rose,
didn't listen. She licked and kissed the older woman's pussy until Rose was
crying in real discomfort. Cathy came into the room.
"What's the problem?" she asked laughing.
"Make her stop," Rose pleaded. "Get her off, she's hurting me."
"Gee Mom, that's a first. I thought you liked pain."
"GET HER OFF ME!"
Frightened, Cathy unstrapped Sue and dragged her off her mother. Sue
immediately tried to climb back on the bed. Cathy grabbed her and locked her
wrists behind her back and her ankles together. When Sue still struggled, Cathy
hog-tied her, then bent over Rose.
"Mom are you all right?"
"I just need a minute," Rose gasped.
"What happened?" Did she bite you or something?"
Rose laughed weakly. "No, nothing like that. My pussy is too sensitive
and she wouldn't stop licking it. I couldn't stand it."
"Wow, that's something new."
Rose nodded. "She's like a drug addict. She won't stop."
Sue looked up at them with big solemn eyes and nodded. Cathy grinned at
her.
"Don't try to go too fast. Its only your first day."
"I don't care," Sue said. "I want to eat your Mom's pussy some more."
"No way," Said Rose. "Not for a long time."
"This is interesting," Cathy said seating herself between her mother's
legs. "Has that ever happened before?"
"No," Rose said. "But then, the master rarely eats my pussy, and the
guards never do."
"Please ma'am, can I eat you some more?" Sue said.
"Quiet," Cathy told her. "This is a mother/daughter conversation. Butt
out."
"Screw you Cathy," Sue pouted.
"Later," Cathy said. She turned to her mother.
"Was it really painful? Like being whipped or something?"
"No, it was different. I can't really explain it," Rose said.
"You can whip me if I can eat your Mom's pussy," Sue interjected.
"You've never been whipped yet," Cathy told her. "Its different from
being tied up. You probably won't like it."
"I don't care. Whip me and find out, and even if I don't like it you can
whip me all you want if I can eat your mother."
Cathy rolled her eyes in exasperation, she started to speak, then
paused. She looked at her mother and raised her eyebrow questioningly. "What do
you think?" she asked. "Should we whip her?"
"Sure, why not?"
Cathy untied Sue and stood her at the foot of the bed. She strapped her
wrists and ankles to the bedposts, then went down stairs. Rose lay on the bed
and looked at Sue. Sue stared at Rose's pussy hungrily.
Cathy returned with a whip and a gag. She buckled the gag tightly in
Sue's mouth. "Ok get ready," she warned. Sue nodded, her eyes still on Rose's
pussy.
Sue winced when the first blow struck, but kept her eyes on Rose. Cathy
whipped Sue's back and bottom and legs. She paused and asked Sue if she wanted
more. Sue nodded.
Cathy whipped Sue's breasts and belly. Sue's face showed pain but her
eyes never left Rose.
Rose lying still tied to the bed watched and felt her pussy tingle, then
throb. Within a few minutes she was very excited.
Cathy rested for a moment, she was breathing hard and sweating. "This is
hard work," she said. "I never realized how much strength it takes to whip
somebody."
"Cathy," Rose said softly. "Whip me."
"Oh, Mom no, I can't."
"Whip me Dear, I need to be whipped."
Cathy looked at her mother pleadingly.
"I know you're not comfortable with it," Rose said. "But do it anyway,
whip my boobs and pussy, please."
"Ok, Mom."
Cathy struck her mother's breasts.
"Harder," her mother said. "Much harder."
Cathy grimaced but swung the whip. It stung Rose's breasts wonderfully.
Rose sighed and closed her eyes. Cathy whipped her harder and faster until Rose
writhing in her bonds. Sue watched wide eyed.
As she whipped her mother Cathy felt strong and excited. She rained the
blows on her mother's breasts then without warning struck her mother's pussy.
Rose screamed and arched upward off the bed, she thrust her crotch up to meet
the whip. An orgasm blossomed on the third blow. Cathy struck a few more times,
then stopped. She looked at Sue and her mouth fell open.
Sue was fighting her bonds wildly. She tugged and pulled at her wrist
straps so hard Cathy thought she might break the bedposts. Sue's eyes were wide
and fixed on Rose. She growled like a wild beast in her gag. She tore one of her
ankle bonds loose and began kicking the bed.
Cathy looked at her mother. Rose was watching Sue with in pure
astonishment.
Sue raised her head toward the ceiling and let out a screaming, groaning
, wailing noise that sounded inhuman.
Cathy stood up and deliberately took careful aim at Sue's breasts. She
swung the whip with all the strength in her body. Sue jerked backwards, then
leaned forward. Cathy hit her again. And again.
After twenty blows Cathy stopped. Sue's eyes popped open and fixed Cathy
with a demanding stare. She wanted more.
Cathy looked at her mother for a moment, then slashed the whip into
Sue's pussy. The girl went wild. Again she screamed and growled and struggled
frantically. Cathy whipped Sue's pussy furiously, suddenly Sue collapsed, her
eyes rolled up into her head and she sagged lifelessly in her bonds.
Cathy dropped the whip and turned to Rose, a terrified look on her face.
"She's probably fainted," Rose said. "Untie me and lets get her down."
They lowered Sue to the floor. She was breathing.
"Thank God!" Cathy gasped. "I thought I'd killed her."
They put damp cloths on Sue's forehead. She lay on the floor for a
while, then her eyes fluttered open.
"Are you ok?" Cathy asked.
"Um hmm. I'm fine," she said dreamily. "That was very nice."
"Nice?" Cathy gasped. "You nearly wrecked the bed!"
Sue shrugged and smiled. "I came a bunch of times. It was wonderful."
Cathy stood up and let herself fall backwards on the bed. "Jeeeeez!" she
said in relief.
Rose helped Sue to her feet. The girl leaned against Rose and rested her
head on her shoulder.
"I was afraid Cathy was hurting you," Sue told Rose. "I was getting angry
at her." Cathy snorted derisively.
"But I was excited too," Sue said. "I almost came just watching."
"Been there, done that," Cathy said.
"Cathy didn't hurt me," Rose told her. "I've been whipped hundreds of
times. It excites me too."
"How about being whipped?" Cathy asked Sue. "What did you think?"
"It was wonderful," Sue said, "But, , ,"
"But what?"
"We had a deal," Sue answered. "I said you could whip me if I could eat
your Mom's pussy again, remember?"
Cathy grinned at her mother. "Yep, we had a deal."
"Sue, don't you think you ought to rest a while," Rose said. "You've just
been through a lot."
"After I eat your pussy ma'am."
"Might as well get it over with Mom," Cathy laughed. "I don't think you
can get out of the deal."
"Oh, , , all right." Rose motioned her daughter off the bed and lay down.
She spread her legs and Sue scrambled between them. A thought occurred to Rose.
"I haven't had sex without being tied up in aver a year," she said.
"Oh good God," sighed Cathy in mock exasperation. "Sue, you tie her legs
apart, I'll get her hands."
"Ok, Sue," Rose said. "You can eat my pussy for thirty minutes or until I
come, whichever happens first."
"And I get to watch," Cathy said.
When Scott came home that evening his wife, daughter and house guest were
sitting on the living room floor fully dressed, eating pizza and watching a
movie on television.
"Its nice to see them doing wholesome things for a change," he muttered
to himself as he climbed the stairs. "Instead of all that perverted slave
stuff."
