Amanda Plays for Keeps

My youngest son was being stubborn again so I used a cane on him. A dozen savage blows to his naked bottom changed the boy’s attitude. After I made a dozen bloody new welts on Billy’s butt he decided to do what Mommy told him to. When he’d acted up yesterday I’d chained him to a post and given him a hundred vicious strokes with my whip. I made my little boy count every blow to help him learn his lesson. Every time he cried I added five extra blows. He was only supposed to get twenty strokes at first. But Billy cried out a lot. So I got to add lots of stokes to his punishment. When Mommy tells one of her boys to do something he’d better do it. Without question or hesitation. I demand total obedience from my stepsons. My two boys are still learning how to obey their new Mommy. My oldest is already his Mommy’s total slave. It’ll be awhile before the youngest boy gets it completely. Even so I love everything about being a Mom. I have two adorable teenaged boys to torture as much as I like. If I’d known it could be this much fun being a Mommy I’d have married a man with kids years ago. But better late than never.

I’m just back from a long weekend downtown at my ‘studio’. My friend and lover Tricia spent three days torturing two lovely young boys. It wasn’t planned,  it was just one of those happy little accidents that turn out to be such lovely surprises when they happen. I’d stopped for a hitchhiker. He’d been a cute boy. One thing led to another and I zapped him with a stun gun then tied him up and took him to my play space. I wanted to play my favorite games with him. Boys don’t usually survive my favorite games. I play for keeps when I play. Poor little Jimmy Copeland didn’t. But Ms. Amanda and Ms. Tricia had a lovely time playing with a boy nobody would ever find.

I must have been on a real lucky streak when I grabbed Jimmy off the side of the road because the kid had a best buddy living in D.C.  and my wicked girlfriend and lover Tricia Deering was there finishing up at a nursing seminar. I called her about the other boy. We got lucky. She used the information Jimmy had given me and tricked this other boy into meeting her. Well, one thing lead to another, and a few hours later Trish and I were making love to each other and playing cruel games with two delightful little boys instead of just one. Double the pleasure, double the fun. We had a blast torturing those two kids.

Now one is dead and the other is wishing he were. That second young man was still with Trish. She promised me she’d keep him alive till I got back. I’d hated to leave. Tricia and I had been having so much fun slowly torturing those boys to death. The surviving boy had a huge cock though, and he was strong. So we decided to snuff him last. But burning him and fucking him up was really fun. But I’m a Mommy now in addition to being a fun loving women who likes to pick up stray boys. And everybody know the Mom who neglects her boys too long ends up with naughty little boys. I’d been gone less than a week and already my two stepsons were showing signs of thinking they still had a life of their own. Yeah, right. Like I’d ever let them stray outside the narrow slut life I planned for them. So I’d left Tricia with our prey to come back home and attend to my son. I’d torment my cuckold husband some more. I was just about done with Richard. His time was almost up. So I’d have some fun with the man before I snuffed him. I knew my lover Tricia would know what to do with boy we’d snatched. All I could hope was she wouldn’t break him too badly before I could get back to our play space. I wanted to be there for the kill.

Billy is my youngest. He’s going to fourteen in a couple months. His older brother Tommy is sixteen. I’m turning the boys into my slaves. It’s been surprisingly easy. And outrageously fun and exciting.For me at least.The trick to making a man your pain slut is to be ruthless. I’m good at that. I enjoy being ruthless with my men.  And I’m good at being cruel and wicked and naughty. That suits my personality perfectly. I like torturing boys. I like seeing the pain and fear and hurt in their eyes. But mostly I like destroying them. I like taking away their dreams. I love dashing their hopes. I adore ruining their futures for them. I want them to feel pain and loss and despair. The emotional and mental torture I inflict on the boys satisfies something in me that nothing else can. Well, like almost nothing else can. Taking a man’s life for him, now that’s real fun. I know. I’ve done it dozens of times.

I married the boy’s father Richard Ryan for his money. He has lots of it. All of it will all be mine soon. At first I was skeptical about becoming a Mom to two bright and energetic boys like Billy and Tommy. Silly me. It’s been the best experience of my life. They were so young and innocent and full of life when I started training them. Destroying all that for them has been an outstanding treat for me. I’ll always love that about my boys, how they sacrificed everything just to provide their step Mommy her cruel and extremely sadistic pleasure.

My name’s Amanda Ryan. I was twenty the first time I married. That lasted a year. My husband drowned. In a hot tub at a rented cottage in Jamaica. We were on our second honeymoon. He struggled quite a bit before he died. I was there. My Paul died with his head clamped between my legs and his face just under the surface of the water. I must have had three orgasms while he twisted and jerked and tried to get free. I even pulled him up and did mouth-to-mouth on him twice when he stopped breathing. It was fantastic. He drowned and I saved him. So I coulddrown him again. And make him suffer even more for me. He looked so sad when I revived him so I could snuff him all over again. The first time gave me goose bumps. And a powerful orgasm. So of course I had to do it again when his lungs filled with water a second time. He wasn’t my first snuff but it was still really, really good.

Unfortunately he wasn’t all that rich and I didn’t know as much about playing the life insurance game as I do now. So I only got a million and a half out of his death. Not bad for a twenty year old girl but I wanted more. I was much smarter the second time I married. And the third. But I’d out done myself with my current husband, my fourth. Money was why I’d seduced Richard Ryan into marrying me. Not only was the company he’d built worth more than twelve million, he had a ton of life insurance. And these two delicious teenaged boys for me to corrupt and pervert and turn into my slaves. At first I’d thought of the boys as obstacles to making their father my slave. I almost passed up on Richard. But now I love my boys. Well, I love torturing them and hurting them and turning their teenaged lives into a living hell. It makes me feel so young.

Tommy is already my slave. The sixteen year old caved in quicker than I thought. He’s like his dad in that way. Weak.Insecure.Needy.And naturally submissive. He’seasy to seduce and manipulate. I had him sitting on the edge of the sofa today while I worked on his younger brother Billy. The fourteen year old boy’s hands were cuffed to a heavy posture collar locked around his neck. Tommy’s hands were cuffed the same way. Both boys were naked of course. And full of Cialis and Ecstasy. I loved big hard cocks and both my boys are hung like stallions. The boys are gorgeous with their cocks poking straight out from their crotch. Just like their Dad.  I had Richard chained from the ceiling. My husband was hanging over in the corner where he had a close up view of what I was doing to his sons. Richard hates what I do  to his boys. But I own the man. And I own his sons. So I do whatever I want with them,.Especially the youngest. Billy’s the adorable one cause he’s so young and innocent. He doesn’t deserve what I’m doing to him. That’s what makes it so wicked and so much fun for me.

“On your knees Billy. Get down on the floor and suck your brother’s dick” I purred in his ear.

He was going to have a difficult time getting down on the floor. I’d locked his ankles in a spreader bar to keep his legs wide apart. So I could get at his cock and balls and his tight little asshole. I was going to torment the boy while he sucked his brother’s cock. I’d keep hurting him until Tommy shot off in Billy’s mouth. I’d hurt him after too of course. What wicked Mommy wouldn’t want to torture a boy as cute and innocent as Billy.

“Get down on the floor Billy. Now! Or Mommy will have to help you. I want you suck that dick until your brother can’t help himself. I want you to swallow the big hard thing whole honey. I want you to deep throat Tommy and suck his prick until he shoots off. Hurry baby. Get on your knees and give big brother the blow job of his life. Then swallow all his lovely hot jism.”

   The poor sweet boy couldn’t figure how to get on his knees with his legs spread wide and his hands cuffed to the collar around his neck. So I helped him. I grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head hard to one side then back the other way. I was standing behind him as he faced his brother’s swollen cock. I kneed my youngest son in the balls from behind four times as hard as I could then pushed his head down and forward until he toppled over and went to his knees. He took a hard fall. He yelped when his knees hit the hardwood floor. I heard a crack as his bone met the solid oak floor. Billy yelped. Tommy cried. Richard begged me to stop. Mommy laughed.

“See honey. It’s not difficult when you know how. Now suck cock Billy. And swallow all your brother’s cum when he ejaculates. If any leaks out of your mouth I’ll beat you till you pass out. Understand baby?”

   God I love torturing these boys! Once I start I tend to get carried away. I play rough. I play by my own rules. And when I can I play for keeps. The boys know that about me now. Tommy’s resigned himself to his Mommy’s wicked ways. But my youngest still fights the inevitable. I don’t mind. I like watching him struggle with the idea of being Mommy’s slave. Like he was now, looking up at me with tears in his eyes. I repeated my instructions. Billy sighed. And reluctantly nodded his head yes.

   Then he looked at me and started to cry. He was about two feet from the sofa and he couldn’t bend down far enough to reach his brother’s cock without losing his balance. I could see the fear and recognition in his expression. If he kept leaning forward he’d topple over and fall on Tommy’s crotch. If my youngest son was lucky he’d fall the right way and catch Tommy’s cock in his mouth. If he missed he wouldn’t get another chance. He’d be off balance and wouldn’t be able to pull himself back up to try again. He looked up at me with a pleading look on his face. I just laughed and started kicking him in the balls. I wanted the boy to solve this one on his own.

   Eventually Billy leaned over and toppled forward and fell on Tommy’s leg. Billy’s forehead hit Tommyon the thigh but before the little boy could get his lips around his big brother’s cock his head slipped and his nose was jammed against the older boy’s dick and his mouth was pressed up against Tommy’s balls. Billy squirmed and twisted and tried to nudge his brother’s cock down far enough to get his mouth on it but I put a stop to that. I grabbed my oldest son’s cock and held it away from Billy. I kept kicking my youngest boy in the balls the whole time. He’d failed in the task I’d set him. There are consequences for failing Mommy.

“Need Mommy’s help baby? I’d be happy to slip this big dick in your mouth if you just ask me nice.”

“Please Mommy. Help me.”

“Help you what sweetheart? Use your words darlin. Tell Mommy what you want help with.”

   He didn’t want to say it. I could tell. I slammed my foot in his balls again. Billy yelped. I kicked again. He got the message.

“Please Mommy. Help me get Tommy’s cock in my mouth.”

“Why honey. Why do you want your big brother’s cock in your mouth?”

“So I can suck it Mommy. Like you want me to.”

   These little rituals are necessary when you’re training a boy to be your complete slave. Getting them to say the words out loud helps them own the action. Making a boy ask you nice to help him do something he really doesn’t want to do conditions him to obey and serve even when he doesn’t want to, even when it’s not in his best interest. And that’s’ the idea when a woman is creating a slave. You want your boy to put your whims and your desires above his own needs. Hell I want my son’s to put Mommy’s cruel whims above their own survival. Tommy had already gotten to that stage. Billy still had some ways to go.

   I squeezed Tommy’s dick and pinched his cock head with my pointy red fingernails before pulling it over so Billy could get his lips around the hard, fat thing. As soon as Billy had two inches of Tommy’s dick in his mouth I acted. I’d kept my hand in Billy’s hair so now I pushed his face hard into his big brother’s cock. Billy gagged as the big hard penis slide down his throat. I laughed and swung myself around and sat on Tommy’s stomach. Then I wrapped my legs around Billy’s head and pulled him in so he was forced to swallow all ten inches of his brother’s dick. Billy was choking. And struggling.And crying. He was having trouble breathing. I clamped my thighs tighter around his head and pulled him in even closer. Billy’s nose was buried in his bigbrothers pubic hair, his chin was slammed up against big brother’s balls. The boys were scared and hurting and I was having a blast.

   I let Billy choke on cock for over three minutes before I relented and relaxed my legs. I put a foot on his forehead and pushed his face back enough for him to breathe through his nose. I was going to smother him senseless later. I didn’t need to let Billy choke to death on Tommy’s dick. Besides, it was fun to see the wild look in Billy’s eyes when I flexed my knee and his face started to dip down into Tommy’s crotch again. One of Billy’s biggest fears was smothering. That’s why I did it to him so often. I loved scaring the boy half to death. He was always so obedient after.

   He looked so helpless with his little boy face looking up at me in fear like that. So I kicked him in his face. Just for fun. I cocked my right leg back and let go with a brutal blow. I caught him in the mouth. He toppled backwards but didn’t fall over. I hooked my foot behind his neck and pulled my boy back to an upright position. His lip was bleeding. He was sobbing. I cocked my leg. And kicked him again. I got him in the nose this time. I felt the cartilage give way. I heard it crunch. Billy howled in pain. I laughed. And hooked my foot behind his head so I could pull him in close to kick him again.

He was already starting to bruise by the time I’d kicked him ten times. His right eye was swollen and starting to turn lovely shades of black and blue. His lips were swollen now too. I pulled his head forward and leaned up so I could grab him by the hair. I twisted a handful of his hair and jerked his head from side to side five or six times then hissed in his ear.

“I said suck your brother’s cock till he comes Billy. You need to learn to obey Mommy sweetheart. Things will be so much easier for you if you do.”

   I jammed Tommy’s cock in between Billy’s battered and bleeding lips then wrapped my legs around the little boy’s head so I could force by older son’s dick down my youngest son’s throat. I love being a Mommy. The boys are a source of endless amusement to me. Of course it’s even better when I make their father watch as I torture his precious boys. Like I was doing now.

  I had my husband Richard chained up in the corner of the living room so he could watch as I tortured his precious boys. He was hanging from his wrists. I’d had several eye bolts installed in the floor so I could anchormy play thing’s legs down. Torture a man who’s not quite your total slave and they kick sometimes. I had Richard chained tight enough he couldn’t get away or hurt me when I got close but he was loose enough he could buck and twist and jerk around. I liked watching a man fight to get free even though knew he wouldn’t. They only do that when their desperate and in agony. Which is how I like my boys.

   My husband was writhing in psychic pain. Billy was his favorite. The blond headed kid was so innocent, so spirited, so full of life. At least he had been before I came into his life. I’d made Richard witness his favorite son’s slow destruction at my hands. And now I made him watch as I held Billy’s head tight and made the boy choke on his big brother’s cock. I was watching Richard when I pulled a cigarette from the pack and stuck it between my lips. I smiled at my chained up husband as I struck a match and held the tiny flame to the end of the long and slender Virginia Slim. I giggled when Richard went wild after I held the till burning match against Billy’s left ear. And I got all wet and aroused as Richard screamed when I touched the hot coal of my cigarette against my step son’s neck. God I love torturing boys! Making their father watch just adds to my pleasure. I burned Billy’s neck a dozen times with the Virginia Slim before I slowly ground it out on his shoulder.

Richard was going crazy watching. The poor man! I was taking away every bit of pride and self-esteem the man had. He couldn’t protect his son. He was the reason Billy was in this situation to start with. Richard had fallen in lust with me. Then Richard had introduced me to his boys. Richard invited me into his home. The foolish man thought I’d be content to just torment him. The silly pervert. As soon as I saw his boys I knew I wanted to make them my sluts. And now he was powerless to stop me from having my fun with his sons. He could only watch helpless as I ruined both him and his boys. The irony was delicious. The sexual torture of the two boys and their father was fantastic. The thought of all the money I was going to get out of this was orgasmic. I lit another cigarette and started burning Billy with it. I winked at Richard when Billy’s body jerked in response to my fiery hot cigarette on his naked skin. The man sobbed in frustration.

   I’d made Richard sell his dry cleaning company ten weeks ago. All the paper work was done and the final payment had cleared yesterday. It was all in our joint account. All fifteen and a half million dollars. All I needed now was Richard’s life insurance money. I didn’t need him anymore. I could do whatever I wanted to him now.

Especially since I’d made up a cover story about Richard taking some time to figure out what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. A year ago I’d forced Richard to buy a couple of old cars and move them to the shed behind the house. I made him pretend he’s into fixing up old cars. The few friends I’ve allowed him to keep think he spends hours tinkering on old cars when he’s really tied to my bed so I can torture him. I’m going to tie my husband up in that shed and torturing him for a couple days before I set him and the shed on fire. That’d solve my problem with what to do with a husband you didn’t need or want anymore. Snuffing him would be faster and cheaper than divorcing him. And so much more fun.

It was funny really. I’d snuffed my Dad iby setting him on fire in an isolated cabin. It’d been Mom’s idea. And twenty years later it was still a good way to kill a man. Nobody would suspect. And anything I did to Richard’s body before I snuffed him would all get burned away when I set him on fire. I knew the few friends he had didn’t expect to see him for at least a month. Which meant four weeks of uninterrupted time to torture Richard. A girl couldn’task for much more. I planned on getting rid of Richard. I didn’t need the three million in life insurance. But what the heck. No sense why I couldn’t combine my pleasure in snuffing Richard with a little profit. It’s what I do. And I’m damn good at it. It’s in my blood.

   My dilemma was who to snuff first. I was going to do one of the boys. I’d done a teenager a couple days ago and my appetite for snuffing innocent young boys was far from satisfied. I was due that special kind of treat again. And I was leaning toward offing Billy. The question was should I force Billy to watch while I tortured his Dad to death or should I make Daddy watch me slowly snuff one of his sons? The answer depended on who would suffer more emotionally and psychologically from watching the other die at my hand. So today’s little scene wasn’t all about me having fun. It was also a test of Billy and Richard to see which one cared more about the other. So my dear sweet husband was suspended from the ceiling by chains so he could watch me hurt his boys and I could gauge his reaction to my more extreme torture games.

When I started burning Billy with my matches and my cigarettes I’d relaxed my hold on his head so he could breathe. Now I tightened up and pulled the boy’s face in until Tommy’s cock was buried all the way down in Billy’s throat. Time to choke my little boy until he passed out. What fun. I told Richard what I was doing. So he could watch in horror as his precious son’s life slowly drained away.

   I wasn’t disappointed. Billy fought hard at first. With his hands cuffed to the stiff collar around his neck and my legs clamped tight around his head he wasn’t going to get away. He was going to breathe again only if I let him. Which I did a little.To prolong his suffering.And to put on a good show for Daddy. Poor boy! He got progressively weaker as I smothered him with his big brother’s dick. And I got progressively more aroused. Feeling the boy twist and struggle between my thighs like that was a huge turn on. So naturally I started to hurt the older boy. I was aroused! I was horny. I had two naked boys under my absolute control. What do you expecta woman like me to do in that situation.

   I pinched Tommy’s left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and twisted until I thought I might twist the whole tit off the boy’s body. God how he cried.And begged me to stop. I tightened my grip and twisted even harder. Richard wailed. Billy started to convulse as his brain got starved for oxygen. Tommy was flopping around on the couch so violently I had to let loose of little brother’s head to stay with Tommy. It was awesome. I had three males in agony! What joy!

    But it was time. I wanted to get Richard and his sons out to the shed. I’d set it up for Trish to join us later with the other sacrificial lamb. We’d spend weeks with our boys. And we’d snuff at least two of them. I’dalready decided to keep Tommy around for a while. He’d make a good slave. The boy was obedient and loyal. Trish and I would need an alibi after we killed our victims. We couldn’t use David. We’d kidnapped the boy. That was illegal. So we’d keep him out of the picture when the cops came to investigate the shed fire. But my oldest boy, my slut Tommy would be thrilled to provide an alibi for his Mistress, for his Mommy, for his owner, for me. Life’s good and relatively easy when you’re a sadist and you get to play as rough as you like.

It’s easy really, this business of getting rid of boys. Which is good because torturing boys is so much fun I have to get rid of a bunch of them. If it’s a kid you have no connection to, a boy like the one Trish and I snuffed yesterday then getting rid of the evidence is easy. Just make sure his body is never found. I have a big commercial sized ceramics kiln for that. Put a dead body in there, turn up the gas and twelve hours later allthat’s left is ash. It even works on live boys. I’ve tried it. They only scream for the first hour or so though. Then the inside of the kiln gets so hot they pass out and die. An hours not long enough to scratch that wicked itch I get when I’m in my killing mood so I only did that one guy that way. Just to see what it was like.

Getting rid of a husband or a stepson is more difficult. The wife’s always the first suspect. So you need an accident. And a good alibi. Same when you do your own Dad. Or stepson.Accidental fires is a good cover. I’ve used it several times. It has the advantage of hiding any marks you make on your victim when your torturing him. I was going to burn Richard in the shed. After I’d hurt him a bunch. But I had another idea for Billy. I had a plan that would let me torture the boy any way I liked without having to worry about his body being found after I’d had my fun with the kid. There’d be no need for a body if I made it look like Billy ran away. Teenagedboys are doing that all the time. I’d fake Billy’s disappearance. Hell, I’d even file a police report. Then my youngest son would be all mine, to do with as I pleased, to torture ay my leisure, to snuff at my convenience. It was perfect. And something only A Mom could do.

But that meant I’d need Richard a while longer. He’d have to corroborate my story with the cops. Once that was accomplished I’d be free to snuff my dear husband. Heck, it’d be even more plausible that he’d make a silly mistake and get himself caught under a car and set the damn shed on fire. The poor man would be distraught over his missing boy. I’d tell the cops he’d been so distracted after Billy ran away that I could easily believe he’d forgotten to take the basic safety precautions and checked the car jacks before he started draining the engine oil. And then panicked when the car came down and pinned him underneath it. Breaking the light bulband starting that awful, tragic fire would be the prefect freak accident to explain how my rich depressed husband burned to death in the shed. I could sell that to the cops. I’d done it before. I’d do it again.

“Tommy, take Billy to Gramma’s house. Then you better get on to school sweetie. You’re late already. Hurry honey. You’ve missed too many days at school already.”

   It was cruel to use the older boy to set up his brother like that. It was vicious and wicked and some wouldeven say evil. Which is why it was so deliciously cruel. And why I did it. Billy wouldn’t enjoy his time at my Mom’s. She’s every bit as sadistic as I am and she just loves to torture her cute little grandson.

Making Tommy take his brother to Grandma’s house would eat away at my older son. He knew what was in store for Billy once my Mom got hold of the kid. I knew the guilt of helping me setup Billy for more torture would eat at my oldest boy. Tommy saw himself as his little brother’s protector. I’d used that sense of responsibility to turn Tommy into my slave. I made Tommy take countless beatings to protect little Billy. Seducing the older boy, confusing him by mixing sex and torture and guilt and desire worked wonders on Tommy’s head. The drugs helped too. Daily doses of Ecstasy, Cialis and anti-anxiety drugs did the trick. In two months of training I owned him. Tommy would do anything for his new Mommy, including lying. My favorite son was ready to lead his Dad and little brother into slaughter. All I had to do was command him to do it. So I did.

    I played with Richard while the boys drove into town. I wouldn’t need Tommy’s help moving my husband tothe shed so I could snuff him. Richard wouldn’t go willingly. But I had a cattle prod. And a nice choke collar to keep him in line when I moved him. I owned him but that didn’t mean he’d happily give up his life just to give me a little pleasure. It didn’t matter what he’d do or wouldn’t do for me though. There was nothing he could do about it now. The foolish man had let me chain him up in the living room and now he was stuck there until I decided to let him down. I was in no hurry. Richard wasn’t going anywhere. His boys would be back soon. Tommy would obey Mommy and do whatever she said. And Billy, well he’d be lucky to survive a week with my Mom. I told Richard that just to torment him some more.

“Richard sweetie, you understand why I’m doing this don’t you.”

He shook his head no. Then he had a little outburst, a small act of defiance. It was cute actually. The poor man couldn’t quite get his head around the idea that I was going to snuff him and his boys. He knew I was going to do it. He just didn’t understand it. And he blamed me for that. Silly man.

“Remember that weekend we spent with Trish and her two young nurse friends Lauren and Kim? Remember how we all talked about why we liked to torture men? What did we all say Richard.”

“Ms. Kim said it turned her on. That she had orgasms just thinking about torturing men.Ms. Lauren said much the same thing. She said the chance to see men in pain is the reason she got into nursing. And Tricia, well she just likes to take away everything a man has, his pleasure, his hopes, his future.”

“And what about me Richard? Why do I like to torture you and the boys so much? Remember darlin?”

“You said it made you feel good. Hurting men made you feel better that anything else you could do. It made you feel alive. And the closer to death you took a man the more alive you felt.”

“That’s right baby. See, you do remember.”

“Yes I do Mandy. I remember your two young friends Ms. Kim and Ms. Lauren wanted to tie my boys up and use the big black dildo on them. But you wouldn’t let them. I remember you said you wouldn’t hurt the boys the way you do me. You lied to me Amanda. You said you wouldn’t hurt Tommy and Billy. When you said we should get married I only agreed because you promised to let he boys live their lives free from my, ahhh, my odd needs.”

“Yes, I lied dear. I always intended to hurt you boys. They make such lovely slaves don’t you think. I never told you but I let Kim and Lauren torture the boys later that week. They had a blast reaming out the boy’s shit chutes. They gave Billy an exceptionally hard time. Remember darling when Billy couldn’t walk right for a week. Kim did that to him. Poor boy was bleeding from his ass when she finished having her fun with him.”

“It’s not fair Amanda. Not fair at all. You lied about Tommy and Billy. They’re too young for this life. You never gave them a chance to decide if the wanted to live as submissives, as slaves. You said all those things before we were married about lookingforward to us living together forever. You said the money was nice but it was my submissive attitude you liked most. I only agreed to marry you because you promised not to hurt the boys and because you said we’d be together till the day we died. I didn’t know you meant to kill be in a few years.”

“I lied about all of it sweetie. I only wanted you for your money. The boys turned out to be a delightful surprise, a little extra icing on the cake. Come on Richard. You had to know that. Why the big surprise. You did contact me after all. Because you saw my internet ad. You were looking for a woman who liked to play wicked games. Well darling, what’s more wicked than a woman turning her husband’s sons into her slaves and then snuffing Daddy.”

“It’s, it’s gone too far Amanda. It wasn’t supposed to be real. It’s fantasy. The talk about snuff, the stories aboutturning teenaged boys into slaves. I never imagined you actually meant to kill me. Was it all lies? Is none of it true?”

“Oh no Richard., You know it wasn’t all lies. Remember your first email to me. Remember what you said you were looking for? You do? Good. Tell me Richard. What did that first letter say.”

“I, ahhh, I said I was looking for a real Dominatrix. I said I’d tried pro Dominas before and most of them were just pretending. To them hurting men was just a way to make a living. They didn’t have the passion I was looking for. And I asked you if you truly enjoyed torturing men. I asked if it turned you on, if it made you so horny you let yourself get carried away and hurt men more than they wanted. Just because it was good for you.I told you I wanted to meet a woman who coulduse me in a way that was life altering, a woman who’d use pain to change me in a profound and lasting way.I asked if you’d do it for free if the right guy came along. And you said yes. You said you tortured men all the time just for fun, with no money involved, with no strings. Just because you liked causing men pain and you liked the sex and the domination and the humiliation.”

“Well, none of that was a lie Richard. I do love to torture men. You must admit I have a passion for it. And I certainly have a talent for changing a man’s life. Look what I’ve done to you and your boys. Your old life was over the minute you met me. Admit it hon. You hated selling your business didn’t you hon. But you did it for me. You never would have sold out before I came along. The business was your life. Now your life belongs to me. So see darlin, I am the woman you always dreamed about. I have given you a life altering experience. Which just goes to prove that a boy like youshould be careful about what he wishes for darlin. His wish might come true. Like yours did baby.”

    He started crying then. He knew I was right. He did want a cruel woman who’d hurt him and abuse him and take everything from him. He wanted it yet he didn’t. And in a moment of weakness he’d answered my ad. He had no way of knowing I was the kind of girl I am. He kept thinking it was all a marvelous S&M fantasy. Until he was hooked, until he’d learned to adore me and need me and obey me.By then it as too late to go back. I was a part of his life he couldn’t bear to lose. So when I’d given him an ultimatum and said he had to marry me or say goodbye to me forever he’d caved. Sure, I’d fed him a line about leaving his son’s out of our dirty little private life. It was a lie. He’d guessed it was. But he was vain enough, and foolish enough tothink he could control things. He was wrong of course. He knew that now. And he knew now that his sons were going to pay the ultimate price for Daddy’s choice.

    Richard was like so many men submissive I’ve come in contact with. They think they want the reality of being dominated by a true sadist. The dream about it, fantasize about it, even put themselves in controlled situations where they can get a taste of it. I’ve got hundreds of letters and emails from men claiming they want to meet a viciously cruel and sadistic woman like me. And I know most of those silly boys would run away screaming in terror if they saw just how cruel I can be when I get a boy I can play for keeps with.

I have another slave I keep, an obedient and skilled man with a gift for putting things into words. He writes stories about what my lover Tricia and I do to boys. His name is Michael Monahan. By day he works as a probation officer for the state. I made him go to school and apply for his job. It’s useful to me to have eyes and ears within that department. Over the past few years Michael’s identified half a dozen paroles for me to snatch up. Lots of men get out of prison, try to go straight, check in with their parole officer every week and then seem to fall off the face of the earth  after a few months on the outside. I’m not greedy. I only ask Michael to find me a man like that two or three times a year. Poor Michael. He has a huge case load. So when I pluck up one of his ex-cons and take him to a safe place where I can torture him as much as I like I’m practically doing my slave Michael a favor. It also gives him more time to serve me. Besides thepaper work involved when an ex-con goes missing isn’t all that bad despite what my slave says. Ex-cons disappear all the time.

When Michael’s not working for the stateherding ex-prisoners he lives for me. I let him write his stories about the fun times I have and post them to a few internet sites because you never know where you’ll meet the most delightful little slave boys. My ghost writer slave’s pen name is Monahan spelled backwards. ‘nahanom’. He’s writing this now as I dictate my latest adventures to him.

I get dozens of responses after he posts a new story to places like the BDSM Library or that OWKFemdom site. I answer some of them. Some boys write me and wantto know if the stories are true. They’re boys who swear they’dlove to serve women as cruel and wicked and ‘Amanda’ and ‘Tricia’, they’re silly boys who claim they’d gladly give up their lives just to spend a week with a woman who takes as much pleasure torturing and snuffing a man as I do. They want to know how many of the things my slave Michael describes are real. They want to know if the author is a man or a woman. It’s both you stupid perverts. The stories a woman’s.They’re mine. The words are my male slave Michael’s. He’s a sorry excuse for a man but he is useful when I motivate him. Obviously my name’s really not Amanda. And Tricia isn’t Tricia. But most of what’s in these stories is true.

I have snuffed husbands. For money and for fun and just because I knew I could get away with it. And I do so love to set boys on fire when I[m through with them. I learned much of what I know about using men from my Mom and my Oma Decker so you can understand how awkward it would be if the wrong people found out our real names. I’d be happy to tell some of you special little boys out there our real names but only if we can meet in person. And after I tell I’ll have to kill you of course. I’ll torture you for days and take my time snuffing you tomake the fun last though. I promise. So go ahead, write me and ask me my real name all you little subbie boys. If you’re ready.

    I do respond to some of my ‘fans’ occasionally. But only to the ones that send me details about themselves, the ones who use their real names and give me real addresses and real phone numbers. And a bank statement showing me they’re worth my time. Threetimes now I’ve arranged to meetnahanom’s ‘fans’. Three times I’ve enriched my dark sadistic soul snuffing out the lives of those three foolish boys who wished for more than they could handle. Michael even wrote a story about one of those over-eager subbies. It was called ‘Amanda’s Web’. If you think you’d like to meet me don’t read that story until after we meet. I wouldn’t want to scare you away from you’re date with destiny.

I still re-read it occasionally and smile as I re-live that marvelous week Trish and I spent snuffing ‘johnny’. Now there was a young man who had a body that just wouldn’t quite. He was quite insane by the time we killed him. But his body kept flopping and twisting and jerking so nice for us we just couldn’t let him go. Just like I could never let Richard go now that I’m so close to ending his life. My husband is so pathetic. He’s still begging for his life. And the lives of his precious sons. It won’t do him any good. I’m ready for a good snuff. But I do like to her him plead for the mercy he’ll never know.

“You don’t have to do this Amanda. I won’t tell. You can keep the boys as your slave. I’ll be our slave. I’ll obey you and do anything you want. Just don’t kill us. Let us live Amanda. Please. I’m begging you.”

“You’ll be a complete slave Richard? You’ll gladly do whatever I ask? You won’t whine and complain?”

“I will Amanda. I will. I promise. Just don’t kill us.”

“Lets’ see if your promise is any good dear. You say you’ll do anything I want. What if what I want is for you to die for me sweetie. But first I want you to tell Tommy and Billy that they have to die for Mommy too. Will you do that for me Richard? Are you that good a slave? Can you ask me to torture you to death? And really mean it baby?”

He wasn’t of course. Few men are. But that’s OK. I’d never have revealed my plans for snuffing Richard and his boys if I didn’t know there was no escape for the man or his sons. I’ve done this before, I know what I’m doing. I had a plan that was solid. In a few weeks Richard would be dead, I’d be buzzing from the thrill of taking a man’s life away from him. And I’d be richer by three million dollars. Plus I’d have two delicious boys to torture and snuff at my leisure. It doesn’t get much better. I was laughing as I picked up the cane to use on Richard. I had Richard to myself until Tommy got out of school. Five delicious hours I could fill with sexual torture. What the hell. Mommy might as well have a little fun with Daddy while she waited for her favorite little boy to come home.