All About Eve

All About Eve - 7

       The movie was coming to an end.  Neither Daman or his mother, Eve, saw much of the movie.  They were too involved in their delightful sexual tryst.  Now it was time to go home.  Eve turned  her back to Daman to allow him to lock her wrists behind her back.  He kissed her and put her cape back over her shoulders.  Daman helped Eve out of the back seat of the car, and back into the front seat.  Before they left the theater, he opened her cape, and again exposed her body.  Daman leaned over and kissed his mother again while he fondled her exposed breasts.  He seemed to never get enough of her nakedness.  As they drove out of the drive-in theater, the pimply faced boy was standing beside the ticket booth, and waved at Daman and Eve as they drove away.  Daman made sure the kid could see Eve’s naked breasts as they drove by.

       At home, the hour was late.  Jim Collins was in bed asleep.  He had a rough day in his business.  David was in his room working on his computer.  Daman took Eve into his bedroom, where he undressed himself and his mother.  They took a shower together where they delighted in bathing each other.  By the time they were dried off, Daman’s cock was rigid again, and Eve was very aroused and wanted his attention.  Since Eve was routinely denied sexual satisfaction, she was always in a state of arousal.  It was frustrating for her, but Jim Collin’s tactic seemed to work.  She was denied gratification to the point of distraction.  As a result, it seemed that she would submit to nearly anything with the hope of having an orgasm.  When she was granted permission to cum, it was a near religious experience.  She lived for those moments.

       Daman locked his mothers wrists behind her back after she had dried off and put on her high heel shoes.  Daman tied a rope to her locked wrists, and put the rope though an “eye” bolt he had installed in his bedroom ceiling.  He pulled the rope, pulling her wrists high behind her, forcing her to bend over at the waist.  She was ordered to remain quiet as he whipped her ass.  Daman ran his hand over her silky ass, and let his fingers linger on her moist pussy.  While she was not looking forward to being whipped, she did love being fondled by him. 

       The whip had been in the nightstand drawer, and was used to whip his mother’s ass, tits, thigh, and pussy.  He started to whip her.  She struggled to hold still and yield, hoping he would not whip her too hard.  As he whipped her ass and the backs of her thighs she became more aroused.  She silently cursed her body.  It seemed that the mere sight of a whip aroused her, and to be tormented, whipped, and even tortured caused her overheated pussy into spasm of lust.  Daman thought, “My father trained my mother well.’

       After giving her ass and thighs a sound whipping Daman took her to bed, and fucked Eve again, for the second time this night.  After he finished with her, he made her suck his cock clean.  This was always her duty.  The critical issue with this latest enjoyment of his mother, was that once again she was denied an orgasm which she dearly wanted.  Her cunt ached for his cock.  She begged him to give her a climax.  He smiled and slapped her ass, telling her to go to sleep or he would be more harsh with his punishment of her.  Eve lay there, bound and silent as her son went to sleep.

       With her hands still tightly bound behind her, she lay there in the bed next to her “master”, with tears of frustration in her eyes and a fire in her pussy.  She could not even satisfy herself.  Her nipples were still rock hard with lust and wanting.  Why did he do this to her?  She knew the answer.  She was a slave, specifically, a sex slave.  He could do anything he wanted to her.  He chose to leave her sexually unsatisfied, wanting more.  As she lay there, her sleeping master turned over, turning to her.  In doing so, his semi-hard cock touched her bound hands.  Eve grasped his cock, squeezing and stroking it as best she could with bound wrists.  Maybe he would wake up, and make love to her, and let her have a climax….maybe.  Even if he whipped or tortured her first, maybe he would fuck her to an orgasm. 

       Eve continued to massage her sons cock.  Her ministrations were rewarded as she felt his cock becoming larger, and much harder.  Daman stirred and soon was awake.  He pulled his cock away from her bound hands and rolled her onto her back.  He sharply slapped both her breasts.

       “Slave, I am trying to sleep, and all you do is bother me.  What am I going to do with you”, he exclaimed.

       Eve started to answer him, but did not want to anger him.

       Daman looked down on her pretty face as he squeezed her breasts.  “Alright, I am going to fuck you.  If you want to cum, you’d better work hard.  I want you to have a massive cum.  If you don’t, I am going to gag you, tie you up, and whip your ass until you won’t be able to sit down for a while.  Do you understand?”

       All Eve could do was nod her head.  She was so aroused by his treatment of her she could not speak.  She nearly cried with happiness as he drove his cock into her soaking wet cunt.  It did not take long.  Daman’s hard driving cock brought her to an explosive climax, her second in about three hours.  She was completely consumed by what Daman was doing.  When Daman finished, she realized they both had experienced an earth shaking climax.  What a way to finish celebrating Daman’s birthday.  Eve looked forward to future celebrations with both her sons.

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       As the next few years went by, Eve’s sexual slavery to her husband and sons continued unabated.  Everyone, including Eve, seemed happy with their life style.  Now, David was off to college, but when he came home he made sure he had plenty of time with his mother, and her sexual slavery to him.  David still loved to torture her, much more than did Daman.  Even with the pain he gave her, it was still exciting to be under his control and power.

       Daman was now twenty two years old and was heavily involved with his father’s business.  Things were about to take a tragic turn for the Collins family.  In August, Jim Collins was killed in a tragic accident.  Jim owned his own plane, and routinely flew himself to business meetings.  It was convenient and allowed him more time at home with his wife and sons.  As long as Eve had been his sex slave/wife, he never tired of seeing her, and putting her through her sex slave paces.  Life was good for Jim Collins.

       On this fateful August day, Jim had flown his plane into a heavy thunderstorm and the plane was brought down in a corn field, in a fiery crash killing him instantly.  The family was devastated.  Because of the intense fire, there was literally no body, the funeral was a private affair.  About a month later, the family held a memorial service for Jim Collins.  The auditorium was filled with well wishers, friends, and family.

       During the month between his death and the memorial service, Eve was literally at wits ends.  If it had not been for Daman, she was not sure she could have made it.  After a while, she found that she missed Jim, not only as her husband, but as her master, the man to whom she was a naked bound sex slave.  All sexual activity had stopped.  The family seemed more concerned with comforting each other in the accepted way families handle grief.  Eve wondered what was going to happen to them now that Jim was not there to run things.  She wondered what was going to happen to her.  She had lived all of her adult life as an abject naked bound sex slave.  She was lost, trying to find herself and was not having much luck.

       The memorial service was held in a town about an hours drive from the Collins home.  Daman drove his father’s Mercedes, while Eve rode in the front seat next to him.  David sat in the back seat.  The auditorium was filled with well wishers and mourners.  Members of the business community, politicians, family and friends attended the service.  Daman and David were suited up in well tailored black suits and ties.  Eve was a vision of a beautiful woman in mourning.  A black veil covered her pretty face.  She was a simple black form fitting dress, which buttoned up the front.  Black leather high heel shoes and black leather purse completed her ensemble.  Out of respect and love for her husband, Eve wore no bra or panties.  Her underwear consisted of a black garter belt, black hose which complimented her black leather heels.  Jim Collins would have been proud.

       After the ceremony, the Collins were traveling back home, after removing the black veil from her face,  Eve quietly made an observation.  “Daman, I am not sure what is going to happen.  You father made all the decisions, and I made sure he was happy.  I am not sure what I should do now.  I am lost, and don‘t know what to do.”

       Daman looked over at his mother, as a tear escaped from her pretty eyes and down her soft cheek, and replied, “Well, I have looked at the company books, and our family finances.  We are very well off.  I have received an offer to buy the company.  When it is sold, we will have enough money to live a couple of lifetimes.  We  will be fine.  After everything is settled, I plan to divide the  assets up evenly.  That way, each of us can forge our own life, the way we want.”

       Eve patted Daman’s thigh, and answered, “I suppose that may be my problem.  My whole life revolved around your father, and you two boys.  My whole adult life was dedicated to whatever he wanted.  I was his sex slave.  He taught me how to be a slave, and enjoy it.  That became my life.  Then he required me to be a sex slave to you two boys.  I was unsure at first, with all the societal taboos.  I over came that, and enjoyed being a sex slave to all three of you.  That seems to be gone.  Now, I have to get a new life, and I am not sure what that will be.  I have never thought of my life being different than what it was.”

       Eve was emotionally lost.  She stopped talking, buried in her confusion and grief.  She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked out of the car windows at the scene passing by.  A light rain storm was covering the countryside.  This seemed to fit her depressed and lost mental state.  Daman was quiet for a minute or two, then opened the glove box of the car.  He reached in and gathered up a pair of his father’s steel police type handcuffs.  He looked at his beautiful mother, as she looked questioningly at him.

       “Here, put these on”, he ordered as he handed her the handcuffs.

       Submissively, Eve took the cuffs from him.  She stared at them for a moment, held them close to her chest, then clicked one of the cuffs on her right wrist, making sure it was tight.  Eve was always made to handcuff her self tightly. That was the way Jim Collins had trained her.  If the cuffs were too loose, she was punished.  As she started to put the cuff on the other wrist, Daman stopped her.

       “No, mother.  Not in front.  Behind the back.  Lock your wrists behind your back, always in the back.  Never in front, always behind the back”, ordered Daman.

       Eve paused a moment, and looked at Daman, a unsure look on her face.

       “Go ahead, lock your wrists behind your back.”

       Eve nervously bit her soft lip as she leaned forward, and clicked the other cuff tightly on her left wrist.  She was now a prisoner of her son.  She had made herself a prisoner of her son, who now controlled her.  Somehow, deep inside, it felt good to be helpless to him.  As strange as it might sound to some casual observers, Eve felt comfort in being helpless to a man who had been her slave master.  She sat back in the seat, with her wrists locked behind her, looking down the road with a look of contentment on her face.  She closed her eyes and lay her head back on the head rest of the car.

       Daman reached over to her and touched her face, then proceeded to unbutton her dress, all the way.  Eve did not move.  She sat there, helpless, and experienced what ever Daman wanted to do.  When it was unbuttoned, he opened the dress, totally exposing her ripe body from her neck down to her beautiful nylon clad legs and her high heeled shod feet.  At thirty nine years old, her breasts were still firm and beautiful.  Her belly was taught and he loved her nylon clad legs.  The woman was blessed by the Fates with a beautiful and sexually exciting body and legs.  These complimented her pretty sensuous face.  He reached over and grasped her left breast.  He pinched her nipple then moved his hand to her right breast.  David who had been listening and watching the proceedings leaned forward to watch Damans actions with his mother.  He watched as Daman let his hand move down Eve’s body, down across her smooth belly and to her nether regions.

       “Mom, open your legs, now”, Daman ordered as he slapped the soft skin of her thigh..

       Eve obeyed and opened her nylon clad legs.  Daman move his hand down to her cunt, his fingers delving in the moist climes of this beautiful facility.  David reached around the seat and started to fondle Eve’s breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples..  Eve bit her lip softly as a tear of joy came to her eyes and slowly traveled down her soft cheek.

       Daman spoke as  he pinched her clit, “Mother, I have made another decision.  Dad gave you to David and myself to be our sex slave.  That never changed, and will not change with his passing.  We love you, and you are still our sex slave, and that will continue, forever.  I will live with you in our house.  You will sleep with me, and be my slave, doing what ever I want.  Nothing changes.  You will be our naked bound sex slave.  David will have equal time with you when he is home.  If he wants to live with us after college, that is fine.  If he lives somewhere else, he will have full access to our slave when he is home, or with you.  If he marries, he will still have access to you, if he wants.  Nothing changes.  Do you understand me?”

       Eve gasped at the pain from her clit, yet she smiled as she looked down to see Daman’s hand at her pussy, while David’s hand was playing with her breasts.  Yes, she would be a slave to Daman and David.  Just like their father, she would do what ever they wanted with her. And she would obey them. 

       Amused, Eve thought, ‘Well, I guess I won’t need to buy any new clothes if they are going to keep me bound, tormented and naked.  I guess things don’t change.’

       Eve looked at Daman, and with a little tremor of lust in her voice, asked, “What if I asked for my freedom from sexual slavery?  I am not saying that is the case, but what if I wanted that to happen?”

       Daman thought for a moment, then pinched her clit again, “No, I don’t think it would make that much difference.  You are our slave, and that is what we want.  You will be our naked bound sex slave until we feel we want to release you, and I can‘t imaging that happening.  You are our prisoner, and we will not free you.”

       Eve was silent as the heat in her pussy increased, the asked, “What happens if, when you want to release me from my sexual slavery, and I don’t want you to?  What happens then?”

       Daman smiled in a rather sardonic way, slapped her pussy sharply, and answered, “Slave, quit playing games with me.  You are my sex slave, and that’s it.  Get used to it.”

       Eve turned away, with a smile of contentment on her face.  Life was just the way it should be.

The End……or a New Beginning