Hello, to all ISS readers. This is again, ur Abhishek Singh, 18 male from east Delhi. It is around 1 year that I haven’t post a story to this site. But now, my lusty soul has again encouraged me to write some more new stories.I don’t want to waste ur time more.So, this story begins from here… My newly proclaimed Master wanted something of me that would prove that I was ready for his collar. I have few taboos in my life, no children, water sports, animals, and no incest. The taboo that my Master wanted me to betray in story form was the incest one. And this one was the most traumatic of the bunch, for it involved my daughter. Even tho she is of legal age, being 22 years old, the thought of bringing my daughter into my non-vanilla life brings me to disgust. But I was told that I am to write this as a show of wanting absolute slavery to my Master. And absolute is what I want. He says that if I don’t comply, I will be given my freedom, and that is not the freedom I want. I am more free in his dominance over me. Free to be myself. To let down my walls and be the person I wish to be. So with this in mind, here is my gift to my beloved Master.
€œmom!! You can’t mean what you just said!€ Lindsey spoke to me in pure shock. The look on her face was with total disgust. €œmom, tell me that you are joking.â€I looked at her square in the eyes and said, “baby girl, I mean it. He wants this and I can’t deny him.†I turned my head away not wishing her to see the sadness in my face, but I know she heard it in my voice. My daughter and I had spent the day together doing the mother/daughter thing. We were topping off the day at the nearby club that I had recently discovered. Sitting far from the noisy crowd and over the loud music, I had told her that my Master wanted to be with her. Now she has known him long before he became my Master and until that moment she didn’t know that it had progress that far. Unlike most relationships between mothers and daughters, ours is a rather open one. She knows that even at my age, I am a highly sexual woman and I have known her to be one too. She has told me of some of her adventures and for the most part, some of her tales are those that no mother should be privy to, but like I said, Lindsey and I are opened minded.
I told her that my Master wanted to have sex with her in front of me, his slave. Then I was to eat the cum out of her pussy and then lick her juices off his dick. While all this repels me, my Master’s commands are not to be ignored.“but Mom, I can’t do that, he’s your boyfriend!€ she took a long hard drink of her Crown and Coke, shaking her head. €œi just can’t see myself doing all that. Wouldn’t you get jealous or something? And then there is that part of you sucking his cum out of me. Fuck Mom, that grosses me out.â€Well, I couldn’t disagree more with her there. But I could hear my Master’s voice in the back of my head telling me that I have to continue. €œi know Lindsey, but first off, he is not my boyfriend and never was. He is now my Master and that is of higher rank than mere ‘boyfriend’. Second, you and I are both mature women. You are embarking upon the same road that your mother started when she was 20 years old.†my daughter eyes widened as she knew that I seldom speak of that year in my life. €œnow you already have at least one up on me. Here’s a way to add to the list.†She laughed at the last line.
€œhow did you know about that list?€ she asked. €œi thought I was the only one with a list.†Oh hell, she is ever her mother’s daughter. €œbut fuck, Mom, incest wasn’t totally on my list. I just don’t know. And the fact that you are a slave to Dean, now that I just don’t know. Just what do you mean by that?€I knew that was coming. How does one explain to one’s daughter what it feels like to be a slave to a man? From the beginning, I guess. I explained that I have had this pull for as far back as I could remember. I told her my need to losing control. I then told her of how I begged for his collar. There was confusion in her face. I then told her how it felt to me to be able to kick back and enjoy.“does he really want this, Mom?€ she asked so softly that I could almost hear her. Our bond to each other is so powerful. Others have tried to keep us apart and have succeeded for many years, but no one was able to tear apart that tie. Not even her and I. She reached out and held my hand tightly, and said, “if this is what he wants, and it makes you happy, then I’ll do this. But it will cost him, Mom, boy will it cost him.â€â€œwell then, girl, we are close to the coast. May I suggest lobster?€ I may be following my Master’s orders, but even I thought that if I was serving my daughter on a silver platter, he could at the very least serve up a meal that would put all of us in the mood. And I had a hankering for oysters on the half shell. She laughed and that was the end of the subject for the rest of the evening.
The next day, Master was to be at my place around two in the afternoon. While my kid was doing the typical twenty-two thing, I was the butterflies in stomach. I had called him earlier that morning and told him that Lindsey was for him, but for a price. When he asked me what, I knew I should have thought of more than just oysters and lobster dinner. Oh well, that was my bad, not thinking higher. Just as I thought, he didn’t even hesitate, said he knew just the place. I underestimate this man way too much.Promptly at 2 pm, there was his knock on the door. I let him in, and Lindsey walked up to him to give him a big hug. As the two of them hugged I spied upon Master’s hand caressing her ass. I thought she would bolt back, but then I saw his other arm firmly gripping her close to him. He then released her and she quickly backed away. Master looked at her and asked, “do you understand what is to be expected of you? Did your mother tell you what is to happen later?€Lindsey nodded her head. €œi want to know why are you wanting this.†I could tell she was highly nervous. She wasn’t the only one. My Master then told her that it’s not every day a man has both the mother and daughter together. And the fact I was his slave made it even more interesting.
€œbut mostly because I commanded her to do this. I know this is something that on her ‘taboo’ list and I won’t allow her to hide herself behind anything.†He reached over to me and ran his finger down along my jaw line. I raised my head to expose my throat to him, wanting him to continue stroking my jaw. His finger then was dragged down the center of my throat. Quickly he grabbed my throat and tightened his hand. I moaned and closed my eyes, feeling my knees turn to mush. And quickly he let go, causing me to regain my balance and come back to earth. Lindsey watched what that had Done to me. €œsee, your mother craves it.†Master caressed my jaw again and dropped his hand to his side. My eyes had glazed over with want and need and he knew it. Damn him, for he exposed me in front of my daughter for what I am, a needful slut. We then took off to the restaurant. Master took us to a place that was out of the way, very quiet and mostly private. We were escorted to a pair of doors that when opened, revealed a table set for three inside a small room. The only light was a candelabrum in the center of the table. Lindsey and I sat down on either side of table with Master between us both. I looked over at my Master and he calmly said that he knew of this place and had made the arrangements as soon as he talked to me that morning. The waiter came by and took our drink order. Seeing how this was a special day for all of us, Master ordered a nice bottle of red to start off the meal. He then ordered oysters on the half shell for Lindsey. My daughter quickly piped that she wasn’t fond of oysters and could she have something else instead. Master looked at me and I found myself cringing from his stare. €œi was under the impression that she liked oysters.â€
€œno Master,†I said quietly, “that was my idea. You know, a small reward for recruiting Lindsey.†I was getting nervous. I hope I didn’t anger him. The marks on my ass and tits were faintly visible from the last time I was punished.“you will get your reward when I say so, slut, not before.†Oh no, I was stunned as he said it in front of the waiter, who was trying his best not to smirk. I looked at Master in terror. He just looked at me with an evil glint. €œremember, slut, anything, anytime, and anyone.†I wanted to crawl under the table right there. When the waiter offered to punish me, I wanted to die. €œno, now right now. Let her think about for a while.†Master then ordered for only the lobster dinner. He leaned over to me, grabbed my hair and yanked my head to his face. €œthat will cost you, bitch.†he shoved me back to my chair.Lindsey watched all of this and as soon as the waiter left, she stood up and turned to Master. €œjust what the fuck to you think you are doing to MY mother, Dean?€ she yelled at him. €œi can’t believe that you are doing this in front of me!!€
My Master asked her to sit down and he’d explain. €œthat is not you mother over there. That is my slave, my slut. When she is with me, I am in control. Always. It made no difference to me that she is your mother. She is mine to do as I please. She knows this very well.†He turned to me. €œdon’t you, slut?€All I could do was nod my head. He was correct. I hung my head down. €œand she accepts this without question. But most important, she wants this. Am I correct?€“yes Master,†I said just loud enough for the two of them to hear. I was silently begging for him to stop this. My daughter should not see her mother this way. But I knew Master all too well. As I have said before, I’m not permitted to hide behind anything. He planned to debase me in front of my child. I remembered his warnings to me about this. Trust me, I thought it over and over long before I begged for his collar.
Lindsey, bless the child, intervened and told my Master that she would change her mind if he didn’t stop. €œmy mother will be at this dinner, Dean, not the slave slut that’s sitting over there. She was My mother for a lot longer than she was yours. Give me back my mother, now!€The waiter chose that moment to reenter with the bottle of red. He starts to back off when he saw my daughter standing up to my Master. My kid then took in the big picture around her and started to laugh. Master relaxed and chuckled. The waiter just left the bottle on the table, saying something about no ice bucket and quickly left the room. As for me, I breathed a sigh of relief. My Master then spoke to Lindsey. €œi’ll be generous tonight. But let me tell you one thing, little girl, your mother is still mine. But she will be allowed to be mom when I want her too, understand?€œno, I still do not, but I have no wish to listen tonight. So, tell me, how do you work a lobster?€ Master, to give him credit, explained how to properly eat a lobster. Once again, the waiter returned while they were talking. He made sure their glasses were filled and setting the bucket, with the bottle in it, in front of me. The bucket slightly hid me from view. The waiter leaned to whisper in my ear, telling me that as soon as I finished my meal, to excuse myself to the bathroom. He then quickly left the room.
I looked at my Master and I could tell that he saw what had happened. Again I saw that now too familiar evil glint in is eye. He was still going to have his way.I was poured a glass of wine by my Master and was permitted to drink. We talked about various subjects. My Master flirted with my daughter and I witness her falling under his spell. Master can charm a snake, I believe. It was a bit uncomfortable watching my daughter come on to my Master. But I watched. I was commanded to do so.The waiter soon returned with our plates of lobster. He sat Master’s down first, followed by Lindsey’s, and handed Master a third plate. Master then sat the plate in the space between our settings. Lindsey watched this and quickly asked what was going on.My Master told her that it was his right to see if I’m to be fed or not. My kid was not happy to hear this and reminded that I was her mother. He then told her that mother or not, it was still up to him. He picked up the plate and set it before me. €œyou may feed.†I thanked him and started on my lobster. He then turned back to Lindsey. €œhere, let me show you how to remove the tail.†he pretty much ignored me after that. And little by little, he had me daughter speaking only to him. I saw him lean towards her and I could tell that he was caressing her thigh. She was enjoying it. I made fast work of my lobster and noticed that it was soon nothing but an empty shell.
I remembered the waiter’s summons and I asked to be excused to the bathroom. By this time, Master and Lindsey were so involved with each. But I saw Master’s hand wave me off. He then reached over and gently pulled her face to his. Kissing her, caressing her shoulders, cupping her breasts. It was more than I could bear.As soon as I left the room, the waiter was behind me in an instant. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them back behind me, securing them with a rope. By one arm, he dragged me across the hallway that had other rooms like what we were in. He took me to the last one, opened the door and shoved me in. All that was there was chair that the waiter went to, dragging me still by the arm. He sat down and threw me on my knees in front of him. He then pulled my shirt up and revealed my breasts. I was wearing one of Master’s favorites, a black lace gel supported bra. It really makes my sagging tits stand up there to be noticed. The waiter placed both his hands in my bra, Reaching my nipples with his fingers. He started to pinch them, twisting them left and right. I cried out in pain. He stopped and reached around him, turning about with a potato in his hand. He then twirled my nipples, pinching at the same time. As I started to scream, he shoved the potato in my mouth, silencing me.“your Master thought you were being sneaky about those oysters. You didn’t know he does not care for them. But to forget that your very own daughter dislikes them too? So you shall now have your reward and it will be the oysters. But I am going to spank you. Just something to remind that you are stilled owned.†with that, he pulled my nipples out of my bra. I struggled to free myself, but I was unable. I was then told to stand. As soon as I was upright, he pulled down my jeans. I’m standing there with my shirt up, exposed nipples, and my jeans round my ankles. He sat back down on the chair and pulled me over his lap. He then proceeds to spank my ass with his bare hand. It stung. I was crying out but he could not hear me as I was gagged with the potato. Fifteen swats were what I got. When he finished, I was ordered to my knees in front of him. Again he turned around to get something. In his hands was an oyster platter. When he lowered the plate for me to see, I counted a full dozen. I was greatly rewarded. I was expecting a half dozen. I was fed thirteen of them by the waiter’s hand, the last two he put on a plate and I ate them bent over, with hands bound behind me, from the plate that was on the floor. €œthose last two I was told was to remind you of what you are.†He then untied me and told me to fix myself quickly.
When I was ready, I walked up the hallway. I heard the soft sounds of moaning that got louder as I neared the door to the room where Master and Lindsey were in. When I reached the correct door, I realized that the moaning was coming from behind the door. I opened it and saw my daughter’s head thrown back in rapture and my Master sucking on one of her nipples and one hand between her legs. I could see that he was finger fucking her and still being gentle. Now I got jealous. I wanted to get that part of him too, but he has denied me that even.Lindsey then realized that I was there and struggled out from underneath my Master. He sat up and let her redress. €œsorry mom.†she blushed almost as bright red as my ass was at that moment. As she repaired herself, the waiter walked in with the bill. Master handed him the debit card and told him to add an extra thirty dollars for a tip.“oh no, I can’t allow you to do that, Sir, for I am slave too, and unworthy of such. All I’m good for is to handle slaves that screw up like yours did. My Mistress has ordered me to only touch slaves.†He looked at my daughter and boldly said, “i was hoping this one would be the slave, Sir.†he leered at my daughter.Lindsey grasped what was going on and slapped the waiter in the face. €œhow dare you think that I was a slave? Go crawl back to your Mistress and tell her that you insulted a free woman!€
The waiter drew back in terror at my daughter’s words. As he turned around to walk away, my Master grabbed his arm and turned him about. €œi thought the lady said for you to crawl. Maybe we should add that, too.†The waiter blanched at that. He quickly fell to his knees and begged my daughter to forgive him. He lowers his head and started to kiss her shoes. At first she didn’t know What to say or do, but my Master gently told her that the waiter was appeasing her and was hoping for A lesser punishment.“what shall I do, Dean?€ I could see that she wanted to do the right thing. He told her that it was her decision. With a quickness that showed her intelligence, she told the waiter that he was to report to his Mistress and tell her that he insulted her and he should receive the severest punishment allowed. She looked down at the waiter and asked, “just what punishment will you get?€The waiter lifted his head and told her, “i will get fifty lashes with my Mistress’ whip by the security guard.†it was obvious in the trembling voice of the waiter that he didn’t like it. €œthen I have to suck off the guard while my Mistress watches.†One could tell that this was not to be looked forwarded to either.“well, I think you should receive an extra ten for the leering look you gave me also. Plus maybe that guard should take you in that ass?€ I thought the waiter was going to faint after that. He lowered his head pleading to my daughter for mercy.
My Master and I just looked at my daughter in amazement. We then both looked at each other and there were stunned looks on both of our faces. I saw the wheels of Master’s brain turned and I knew what he was thinking. Oh dear God, please don’t let him think that, please. Too late, I saw the look that meant he came to the very same thought I did at that moment. The look so reminded me of the look that the “grinch†had in the television Christmas special when he had that “wonderfully, awful idea.â€He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me to him. €œi know you have the same idea I have, so don’t tell me that I’m the evil one, bitch.†the grip on my hand was getting tighter. €œif this turns out like we had just thought, this could prove very rewarding for you, I promise.†he then pulled me even closer and in my ear, he said, “you did think it, didn’t you? Don’t lie to me, girl, I know you all too well. You thought her dominating you, didn’t you?€
How could this girl lie? But I was so scared of what this was doing to me. Can I do this? I looked up at my Master. I bet he knew what was going thru my brain. And I think he enjoys seeing me in this turmoil. Master’s pull on me is strong. I would do anything for this man. That was a feeling that I never felt before. I knew that before evening’s end, my daughter will have a whip over me and my Master will be there to witness it all.All that happened in a few seconds. The waiter, who was begging, pleading, with tears in his eyes, was still appeasing my daughter. My Master swiftly took over by telling the waiter to crawl to his Mistress and tell her what his punishment was to be. The waiter crawled to the door and waited for Master to open it. As soon as the door opened, the waiter hurried out, crawling as fast as he could. But he did at least take with him the bill and debit card.
We exited out the room and started up the hallway. Another man, looking as burly as a security guard should look, approached us with Master’s card and paper for his signature. €œi’m very sorry for whatever that slave has done. Is there anything we could to help mend this? My Master turned to him and shook his hand, telling him that it was a real eye opener to him and that the slave should get some small reward for it. The guard looked questionably at Master. My Master leaned to the guard’s ear and whispered something. The guard’s face lit up and looked first at my daughter and then at me. His eyes got very wide when he realized that we were mother and daughter. Then he started to laugh. My Master joined him in laughter. €œoh, you are one lucky son of a bitch, sir.†and shook Master’s hand even harder. €œthis is certainly one for the books, sir.†Again they both laughed.When we left the building, Lindsey asked what was that all about. Master said, “to be honest, I told him that you were my slave’s daughter and what you had done with the waiter in there. That surprised the guard completely. €œthis place was recommended by my friend, Ray, when he found out I had taken on a slave. He said that this was a great place, good food and they were very open minded.â€
We approached my car that we used to get here. Master told me that I was to drive back to the apartment and my daughter was to sit in the back with him. My daughter asked me if that was okay with me. €œlindsey, as of right now, it makes little difference. I just want you to just relax and pretend I’m not there. It will be hard at first, but you’ll do it. Please, girl, remember this is for me.†I opened the doors for the two of them and I slid into the driver’s seat. As we took off for my place, Master had his arm around my daughter, and his other hand was caressing her face. I so wished it was me he was caressing instead of my kid. He murmured in her ear so I couldn’t hear him. I could only guess what he was telling her. At times she would look at me in the rear view mirror and had a questionable look on her face. I know she wanted to ask me something, but my Master kept her occupied with both the talking and caressing her breasts.
It was hard enough having to drive knowing my Master was fondling my daughter, but trying to concentrate looking at the road ahead and not too much to what was going on in the back seat. I was just happy that there were no tollbooths on the way back to the apartment. I know I was driving faster than my normal ‘staying with the speed limit.’ Master would be pleased to see me driving like him if he weren’t so busy groping my kid about.We arrived at my apartment in record time for me. I opened the doors of the car for the both of them. I gave my keys to my Master. He in turn, opened the door and escorted Lindsey in. I followed close behind and closed the door behind me. Master turned to my daughter and said. €˜Now, Lindsey, this slave is to be confined in another room for a while. This was agreed upon when I first came up with this idea. I want her to hear you moan. I want her to hear what I am doing to you. You are encouraged to cum as many times as you can.â€â€œyou mean she is not allowed to watch us? I thought that was what you wanted?€ she asked a bit surprised. I was rather stunned to hear that out of her. €œyou told me in the car that she will have to eat your cum out of me. Won’t she have to be there to watch?€
I looked at Master. She played right into his hands! He looked at her with intent and asked in a low voice, “is this what you want? Do you want your mother to watch?€ I heard the tone of his voice. It rippled in pure pleasure. Great, he is pushing the limits there. He wants to see my daughter dominate Her mother. I hated him. Now I have to prove myself. He looked at me. I never saw such evil mirth. He Was enjoying this, no doubt.Lindsey thought this over and said, “well, if I have to do this, I want her nearby. That way we can get this over and done with.â€She did it! She fell hook, line and sinker. She did exactly where he wanted. I knew he was going to have me do something while he was fucking her. I know he likes his balls sucked on. He was going to have me suck his balls while he is pumping his cock in my daughter’s pussy.He looked at Lindsey and calmly told her that for starters, I was to strip before the both of them. I nervously removed my clothes, wondering what other things my Master had up his sleeve. Soon I was down to my bra. When I removed that last piece of clothing, I slowly sank down to my knees, spreading them wide, and lowered my head to the floor, as a good slave should. I wanted Master to know that I, too, was going to ride this dark ride to its completion. I was in it for the long haul.As I remained in the position of submissive, I asked my Master, “what does my Master require of his slut now?€ I was so afraid of whatever was to come out of his mouth. I had several ideas he could use, and dreaded each and every one of them. I must be strong for my daughter.“i think that first you must refer to Lindsey as Mistress. He wasn’t wasting any time. €œthen I want you to crawl to where you keep your toys and return them to us. You will present the riding crop to the Mistress. Oh dear God, he certainly going for the full humiliation! I crawled towards where my “toy box†was located. By the handle of the box, I lifted it up with my teeth and returned to the living room. The crop was hanging from my bedroom door and I added that in my mouth and was crawling back into the living room. I laid the box and whip before my Master’s feet. I then picked up the riding crop in my hands. On my knees, I turned to my daughter and with head lowered and offered the whip to her.
I couldn’t see what Lindsey was doing, but it seemed I held that position for the longest time. I heard my Master tell her gently to take the whip from me. She softly removed the whip from my hands. In the humblest voice, I asked her, “how may I serve you, Mistress?€ My heart was pounding. I’m sure all of our hearts were at that moment.I then felt my Master move closer to my daughter. I then saw the riding crop lower before me, and as it lifted my chin up, I saw that Master was guiding Lindsey’s hand. Soon, I was able to look at my daughter in the face. I glanced over to Master’s face for a quick look. He was watching, alternating between my face and my baby girl. He was so getting off on seeing our reactions. Mine was pure fear and when I first looked into my daughter’s eyes, she was scared, too, but there was something else. She was getting aroused.
As the whip kept my chin up, Master leaned over and soundly kissed my daughter. When he pulled away, I heard him say to her, “would you like to use that crop on this slut? Or would you like to use something else?€ she looked up at him and asked him what else was there. He grabbed the “toy box†and pulled out both my leather paddle and my favorite flogger. He handed them to Lindsey, and looked in the box again. €œslut, didn’t you forget something?€ he asked threateningly. Oops! I totally forgot that damn back scratcher that he prefers. I cringed in fear and begged for forgiveness.
€œmaster, this girl is sorry, she forgot in her rush to return. Please, Master, please forgive me.†I made to crawl in order to get the scratcher. As I turned around, I felt a sharp pain across my ass. Master had taken the flogger away from Lindsey and smacked me with it. I yelped in surprised. I wasn’t expecting that. Then I was struck on my ass by the paddle. I turned to look at my Master, but I was shocked to see the paddle in my daughter’s hand. I stopped in my tracks. She turned and said, “dean, this is my mother. I shouldn’t be doing this.â€â€œbut tell me first, Lindsey, what did you feel when you paddled your mother’s ass? I saw the look in your eyes, you liked it, didn’t you?€ She nodded her head.
€œyes, I did.†she was embarrassed at her answer. Master took her hand that held the paddle. €œnow strike her again, but don’t look at her as your mother. Look at her as the slave that she is. I watched her face as she did so. A look of harshness is what I soon saw. She raised the paddle in her hand and crashed down upon my bare ass. I cried out in pain. I couldn’t believe that she did it. My daughter raised her hand against me and with a paddle, too. I wanted to stop this, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. A small amount of curiosity had taken over and now I wanted to see what she would do next.She looked up at Master again. He was pleased that she was able to overcome the fact that this was her mother and thought of me as something far lower. I couldn’t believe that I gave birth to a dominatrix. €œwhat else is in that box?€ Master laughed and gave her the box. She looked inside and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. €œi remembered when mom got these.†she laughed. My Master told her that I should wear them then. €œbut first, the slut needs to get my back scratcher now.†I quickly crawled back to my bedroom and retrieved the scratcher. I handed it to Master. He took it roughly from my hands.
€œlet me show you why she was hoping I’d forget about this.†he then turned to me and commanded me to turn about lift my ass up and head to floor. I rushed into position. I heard the loud ‘swoosh’ of the scratcher. I tried to brace myself for the pain, but it never fails to catch me off guard. The pain is intense. He smacked me about four times, each one stinging more than the last. After the fourth strike, he thrust two fingers in my pussy. I was wet because even tho it hurts like hell, it turns me on. My pussy juices coated his fingers as he shoved them in and out harshly. €œsee, she likes it. Look how she humps my fingers. This really gets her off.â€And I was humping; I was grinding my hips on his fingers like the bitch in heat that I was. I didn’t care that my daughter was watching me. All I cared was my Master’s fingers and what he was doing to me. He kept on finger fucking me. I knew he would bring me to the brink of orgasm and then stop.“now watch, Lindsey, what I’m able to do to the slut.†he started fucking my pussy harder with his fingers and added a third. My cunt was filled with those fingers. I started moaning, I was feeling myself slowly starting to cum. Just as I almost crested, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me wanting for release. I clinched my legs together and whimpered, begging to cum. He just stood there watching my kid’s face. She watched as I writhed about on the floor, still whimpering in my need.
Master then told me to kneel up and lick the juices from his fingers. Without hesitation, I got back on my knees and started to clean his fingers. I took each finger and sucked it clean. When I finished, Master then asked my daughter, “why don’t you try it? Go ahead; see how close you can get before she cums. She is not allowed to cum, so if she does, she will be punished. And I think you should do the honors.†I moaned in despaired. He was not holding anything back. He was going to make my degradation as complete as possible. €œlook in that box and hand me the hand cuffs.†She tosses them to my Master. He takes my hands and shoves them behind me. As he puts the cuffs on me, he then says “let me put on those nipple clamps, now. Look in the box and you’ll see some another clamp, too. Hand it to me.†she found the black and yellow plastic clamp and passed it to him.
€œwhat do you use this for?€ she asked. He told her that he uses it to clamp my clit with it. €œit will drive her wild with it.†As he spoke, he grabbed first one nipple, then the other and places the clamps on them. He tightens them till I whimper in pain. He grabs the attached chain and pulls up on it. I am raised as high as I can on my knees by my tits. My daughter watches Master as he shows her how useful the clamps are by twisting the chain in different directions. I was made to follow each direction as my nipples were twisted in the various directions. I couldn’t get away; my hands were cuffed behind me.Then I was ordered to lay my back on the floor with legs spread wide. Lindsey kneeled to one side of me and Master was on the other side. €œplay with her clit to get it hard for the clamp. After that, you can finger fuck her till she is close to cumming. It won’t take long. I felt a small hand rubbing the outer lips of my pussy. I then felt a finger, then another stroking my clit. I leaped at the touch. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the fingers that were caressing me. I arched my back in response to the sensations I was feeling.I, too, was trying to forget the fact that here was my daughter fingering my clit. I was wondering what was my Master thinking while all this was happening. I bet he had one hard cock watching me wiggle about under my daughter’s hand.
Soon, too soon, my clit was big enough for the other clamp. Lindsey removed her hand and I quickly felt my Master’s fingers replacing where her fingers were. €œwhile I’m putting this clamp on her, have her lick your fingers clean.â€I looked at Master was about to say something, but he gave me that ‘don’t you dare say a word now’ look. When Lindsey brought her hand to my mouth, I shied a bit. Master saw this and reached for the chain on my nipple clamps and tugged hard. I cried out only to have Lindsey put her fingers in my mouth. €œsuck them clean, slut, or else.†said Master. With a look of hatred at my Master, I started to suck on her fingers. He watched my mouth move about upon my daughter’s fingers. As he watched, his hands were busy placing the clamp on my clit. I heard it clicking as it started to pinch. My daughter watching what he was doing and then looking at my sucking her fingers.
When the clamp was in place, I was told to roll over and once again, assume the ass up, head to floor position. Even tho I struggled because of my being bound, quickly as I could, I got into position. The clamps on my tits were pressed into the carpet. I had to spread my legs more to accommodate the clamp that was between them.“okay, slide as many fingers into her cunt as you can. Shove them in and out hard, don’t be gentle. With your other hand, pull on the nipple chain. Go as far as you like, but don’t let her cum. If she does, then pick either the flogger, scratcher, or crop to punish her. And don’t worry if you take her too far and she cums anyway. The slut knows better. Don’t you, bitch?€ He then smacks my upturned ass with his hand.“yes, Master.†I cried out. I then started to grunt out as Lindsey chose that moment to start finger fucking me. As she was plunging deeper and faster in my pussy, I heard the rattle of the chain to the clamps at my tits. Both the pain of her twisting and turning on the nipple clamps and the pleasure of feeling my pussy being used, it soon take me very long to get closer, closer to orgasm. Master was watching the sight before him. I knew he was greatly enjoying it.
Meanwhile, my daughter was fiercely fucking me with her fingers. And I could tell that I was getting to the point of no return. I started humping her hand to bring myself off; I was trying to stop, as I didn’t want punishment. But Lindsey was getting too carried away with what she was doing to me. I think she wanted me to cum, so as to have an excuse to see me being punished, by either her hand or Master’s.So I came and came hard. I flooded her hand. I cried out in desperation. I came and I knew I was wrong in doing so. I cried out in desperation for I realized it was my own daughter that had made me cum. I cried out because my Master saw this. And I cried out for I was getting even more turned on by that fact.“well, I guess this means the slut is going to be punished.†my Master said out loud. Lindsey then stopped with the finger fucking and picked up the flogger. She swung her hand back and landed on my ass. I cried out with surprise as I wasn’t’ expecting to be punished so quickly. She repeatedly lashed my ass with the flogger. I didn’t dare break position. She gave me about 20 swats with the flogger.When she finished, I was ordered to hold my position. So while I was bent over, head to floor, ass up in the air, Lindsey and Master walked away from me and started to remove each other’s clothing. It wasn’t long before they were as naked as me. He led her to my chair in the living room and had her lay down. As he leaned over her, he took both of her breasts and started sucking on them. He was being so gentle to her. I then saw one hand of his slide down to her pussy. Once again he was finger fucking her. She started to moan. €œyes, Dean, that’s it, fuck me with your fingers. It feels so good.†I saw her reach down to Master’s cock and slowly slid her hand up and down.
Master then repositioned himself to where he was between her legs. I watched as he kissed first the valley between her breasts, then moved his way downward towards her pussy. All the while, my daughter was telling him how good it felt and not to stop. It looked so strange, watching my daughter receive pleasure from my Master. There were times when first one, then the other would look in my direction to see if I was watching. I couldn’t take my eyes away even if I wanted to.
Master then reached Lindsey’s pussy. He kissed it gently. He lowered his head to where his mouth would be right on it. I saw him lick my daughter’s pussy. She arched her back in pleasure. €œlick my pussy, Dean, make me cum.†I hear myself whimper for I longed for him to do that to me again. Master did hear my whimpering. He looked up and told me to get over there and start licking his balls. I crawled over to him on my knees and went behind him. I leaned my head between his legs and with my mouth, found his balls. I got one of them in my mouth and I started licking it. I tugged on it gently and sucked on it. While I was sucking on one of his balls, he returned to licking my kid’s pussy. The mental picture in my head almost caused me to stop, but the fear of being punished urged me on.
Soon I heard my daughter cumming from Master’s attention to her pussy. I was busy sucking on either one of Master’s balls. I knew he was enjoying the fact that here he was, sucking off a female’s pussy, while her mother is sucking on his balls at the same time. Meanwhile, my daughter was cumming hard. I found out that she is as noisy as I am. Loud was her moaning, crying out, “oh God, oh God†as she came harder and harder. Master kept up with his attentions to her pussy, not stopping till she asked him to stop. I was pushed aside and he moved into position to start fucking her. I was close enough to see his cock enter her pussy. He took her slowly, making her feel all of his cock in her. I watched as I saw Lindsey wrap her legs around my Master and try to fuck him back. He was building up speed and I could tell that it won’t be much longer before my Master will start cumming too.
Again my daughter was brought to orgasm. Just as she did, my Master started cumming too. As his cock was deep in her pussy, Lindsey was bucking her hips in her orgasm. I watched as the two of them start to slow down. Slowly my Master removed his spent cock from my kid’s pussy. He then turn to me and told me to clean off his dick. I paused a bit there, not knowing if this is what I wanted to do. That was my daughter’s juices on his cock. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face close to it. €œsuck it, bitch. Don’t make me have to tell you again.†he twisted my hair till I opened my mouth to cry out. Swiftly he shoved his dick in my mouth, telling me to start licking it clean. I had no choice, I started to clean off his cock. I could taste my daughter on Master’s dick. I wanted to gag right there, but I then realize that next would be to suck her pussy to get his cum out of her. I have never sucked a woman’s pussy before and now i was about to do that. And with my daughter, no less!
Soon, Master’s dick was cleaned of all traces of my daughter’s juices. He pulled out and by the hair again, pulled me between my daughter’s legs till my face was up close to her pussy. €œclean her’s now, suck out all my cum from your child’s cunt. Do it. Do it now!€ Without even a second thought, I dove in. I started with the outer part as I saw that he had smeared what was left of his cum so that I had to clean it too. I lapped up all of Master’s cum that he had smeared outside of her Pussy. I felt my daughter grinding her hips in response to my actions. It was like she didn’t care who’s head was down there, it just felt good to her.After I had removed all the cum from around her pussy, I started licking the her slit, making sure I flicked my tongue over her clit, causing her to jerk. She obviously liked that, so I kept doing it. I was trying to get used to not only licking another woman’s cunt, but my own daughter’s at that. The scent of her was somewhat similar to mine. Keeping that in mind, I continue to sucking and flicking her clit. I then felt Master’s cum being oozed out from inside and I started to swallow it as ordered. I wanted to make sure I got all of it, so I stuck my tongue up into her pussy, causing her to grab my head and hold me there. €œdon’t stop mom, keep going, suck it all out.†I heard her murmur. I stayed there till I was sure all of Master’s cum was swallowed down my throat, along with my daughter’s juices. She kept my head firmly between her legs, making sure I didn’t stop till she came again. €œyes, mom, yes. That’s it, mom, don’t stop, here it comes, mom, I’m cumming.†it was so strange hearing these words from my own kid. But I didn’t stop, I kept right going, sucking and licking her pussy while she came in my mouth. As she was cumming, I realized that I was getting excited by all this. At first my brain revolted over the thought, but the twitching in my pussy was trying to take over. Master could tell that this was getting to me, so he dropped to his knees next to me, and started fingering my pussy.
€œare you getting turned on by this, slut? Does the idea of your daughter cumming because you are eating her pussy excite you?€ All I could do was whimper yes and nod my head. He took Lindsey’s hands away from my head and by the hair, pulled me back on my knees. €œthat’s one of your so called taboos I’ve shattered. I’ll think about the next one and get back with you later on it.†He untied me, turned to Lindsey and helped her up from the chair, and then got dressed. As soon as he finished, he gave my daughter a kiss on the cheek, and a quick hug. He turned to me. I couldn’t even look at him in the eyes. He raised my chin, kissed me hard on the mouth, then, with a twinkle in his eye, winks at me. One last caress on my chin, he walks out the door leaving my daughter and me. Did u like the story? Please rate it and post ur comments to me and one thing more, this story is not real. It’s just made by me for ur enjoyment.There is another information for all the readers that, I m a young call boy. I give services in all the areas of I.P.EXTENSION (Delhi) and other areas attached with it, with a nominal fees of just Rs. 130/- for 1hour and 30minutes. I m quiet experienced in this job as I have satisfied around six girls through this facility.So, any married / unmarried women, unsatisfied aunty or a girl above 15 years of age desiring for a soft core or hardcore sex can mail me.Your secrecy / privacy would be maintained at any cost and the satisfaction of sex would be guaranteed by me.You have to just pick up ur computer and mail me ur comments to [email protected] enjoy, because life fucks everyone!!