All About Eve

All About Eve - Part 17

       Eve’s story

       The past several months have seen changes in my life and those of my sons.  Oh, yes, I am still very much a sex slave to them.  I am not sure that will ever change.  I thought at one time that I would stop being a slave.  I even took a trip to visit some relatives in California.  I was miserable.  I found I could not sleep without my wrists locked behind my back.  Wearing clothing all the time was uncomfortable.  I am kept naked at home, and have grown very accustomed to being that way.  My relatives asked why I wore high heels all the time.  I had no answer.  I have worn nigh heel shoes for so long that I am uncomfortable wearing shoes with low heel, or not wearing any shoes.  I guess my legs and foot muscles and tendons are trained to high heel shoes.

       I longed for sex with someone who would bind me, torment me, and ravish me.  I wanted to be dominated, not given a choice in what sexual acts I would be required to do.    I know now that I could never be with a man who did not treat me as a sex slave.  After two miserable weeks I went back home.  The very first night back, Daman invited Jacob, and the two bound me, whipped me, and raped my pussy and mouth.  That night Daman locked my wrists behind me.  I slept like a baby.  I was back in my element.  I want to be a sex slave to my sons, and to whom ever they give me.  Granted, the only persons I have been given to are Jacob and TJ, but I accept that as my life, and I embrace it.

       Daman has been seeing Jacob’s half sister, Sarah.  He has brought her home several times and spent considerable time in the orgy room with her.  Very often, I am included in the activities.  I think eventually Daman will want to be with Sarah, taking her as his personal sex slave, and possibly his wife.  We have talked about her, and it is obvious that he is interested in a relationship with her.  He has explained that he wants a “wife” like dear old Mom.  He wants a sex slave like me. 

       David is another case.  He does not seem to be serious about any one girl.  He still comes home on several weekends during the semester.  During those time I am exclusively his.  Yes, he is still very rough with me, but I accept it as my slavery to him.  I don’t know what his future will be.

       TJ is in Iraq.  I hear from his regularly.  We communicate by e-mail on a regular basis.  He has been involved in some combat situations.  I fear for him.  He asked me to send him some pictures of myself by e-mail to be kept in his lap-top computer.  I was hesitant, but Daman solved the problem.  He sent one of me dressed in the same outfit I wore to dinner with TJ.  Then he sent several of me naked, then several with me naked and bound.  TJ liked one particular picture more that the rest.  It was taken the day I was “abducted” by TJ, and my sons.  The picture shows me on my knees with my wrists locked behind my back, wearing only black high heel shoes, with matching wrist and ankle cuffs.  I am blindfolded with a leather blindfold over my eyes.  TJ is standing naked in from of me, with his cock buried in my mouth.  If you look closely at the picture, you can see some whip marks on my breasts, ass and thighs.  In the picture TJ is not recognizable as it only shows him from his chest down.  With the blindfold over my eyes, it would be hard to recognize me.  TJ loves this picture, and I guess in a very real way, I do too.

       I am not sure when TJ will be allowed to return to the States.  I miss him, and from what he writes, he misses me.  He is always writing, telling me what he would like to do to me.  Obviously, making me helpless, whipping or torturing me, and taking me sexually in every way possible his high on his priority.  I have told me I will submit to him, if Daman allows me.  Above all, I am still Daman’s sex slave.  He determines that happens to me, and with whom.

       To prove my point, Sarah spent the weekend here a couple of weeks a go.  To make this story a little shorter, Sarah and I got into an argument.  We had been bickering most of the afternoon.  I really think Sarah would like to see me out of the picture so she can have Daman all to herself.  I understand that, but as long as Daman is my master, I will do as he says, or suffer the consequences.  Daman came into the room as we were arguing.  He told us to be silent.  Using strands for rope, he tied our hands behind our backs, as well as binding our elbows very tightly in the small of our backs.  He gagged both of us.  When she is here, Sarah is kept naked like I am.

       Daman took us into the orgy room and made us lay down on the king size bed in that room, laying side by side.  He made us spread our legs.  He then proceeded to whip our pussies.  Our mandate was that we were not to close our legs to protect ourselves from the whip, no matter how much the whip hurt..  The first one to closed her legs would be subject to the wrath of the other slave, for one half hour.  Daman is very effective with his whip.

       I steeled myself, but try as I might, I finally succumbed to the pain my poor pussy was feeling and closed my legs.  I just could not help it.  As soon as I closed them, I knew I had made a mistake.  I just lay there with my pussy on “fire”, waiting to see what was going to happen.  Sarah had the smug look of victory on her face.

       Daman tied ropes to my ankles, spread my legs widely, and tied them to the bed posts at the foot of the bed.  My wrists and arms were still tied behind my back, pinned under my body.  I knew I was in for a rough time.  I watched as Daman released Sarah.  Smiling, she took the pussy whip from my son.

       Sarah got back on the bed and moved up to my head.  She moved her leg over my head until she straddled my face, with her pussy directly above my mouth.  She was facing my pussy.  Sarah informed me that she was going to put her pussy to my mouth, and that I was to suck her to a cum, while she whipped my pussy.  The sooner I brought her to a climax, the sooner my pussy whipping would stop.

       Sarah lowered herself down on my face, my lips touching her pussy.  I went to work immediately, using every skill and trick I knew to bring her to a climax.  In the meantime she was merrily whipping my pussy.  The pain was tremendous.  I was struggling to deal with the pain, and concentrate on Sarah’s pussy.  Just when I thought I would pass out from the pain, Sarah could hold back no longer and her had a climax.  She must have humped my mouth and tongue for ten minutes.  When she got off me, my pussy was still burning from the severe whipping she had just given me.  I just lay there trying to absorb the punishment I had just received.  In a couple of minutes I began to feel that same old arousal.  The pain was causing me to be turned on.  After about five minutes, the erotic sensations began to subside, just a bit, but then Daman came into the game room.   He was naked with an erection as he came to the bed.

       Daman untied my legs and made me stand up.  He fingered my abused pussy for a minute or two, raising my libido.  I so wanted him to fuck me.  He removed his finger from my pussy and proceeded to untie my wrists and arms.  My freedom was short lived.  He retied my hands in front of me.  Then he tied another rope to my wrists, attaching it to my collar.  There was about twelve inches between my bound hands and my collar.  I was baffled by this bondage, even after he gagged me with the penis gag.  It all soon became clear.

       “Well, Mom”, Daman said.  “You are still being punished.  I am not going to allow you to have a cum, at least not now.  That might happen later, but for right now, I want to have a climax.  I watched you and Sarah on my television set up, and as you can see, I have a raging hard on.  As my slave, it is up to you to take care of it.  Now,  get down on your knees.”

       As I knelt, I wondered how I was going to suck his cock with a gag in mouth.  I love sucking him, but just did not see how I could to that.  As I learned, Daman had a plan.

       “Now, Slave, I want you to wrap your hands around my cock, and bring me off with you hands.  You will notice that you hands are tied directly in front of your face.  This means when I cum, I will cover your face, and your tits with my come.  You are gagged so you cannot catch the cum with you mouth.  I want you bathed in cum.  Now get to it.”

       I moved, on my knees, up to his cock, which was throbbing, moving with the beat of his heart.  He has a magnificent cock, and I wanted it in my mouth, or in my pussy.  I grasped it, as ordered, and started to stroke it.  Due to the short tether between my wrists and collar, the tip of his cock would touch me face as I stroked.  I could feel his pre-cum on my cheek.  I guess I wasn’t doing it fast enough, however, because he leaned down and slapped my breasts, telling me to work faster.  I did.

       In a few minutes I heard Daman moaning softly, as his hips began to move, making his cock moved in rhythm to my hands.  In a moment or two, his cock erupted, spewing his cum all over my face, and down onto my breasts.  Some of his cum even sprayed on to my hair.  His cum was scalding hot, and jetted from his cock onto my face and breasts.  I kept stroking and “jacking” him until his cock was empty.  Daman reached down and removed the penis gag.

       “Slave Cunt”, he grunted.  “You know the drill.  Suck my cock dry, and clean it off with your mouth.”

       Daman stood there as I sucked his clean.  I love his cock, and I love the taste of him.  I would have done anything if he would let me off my punishment and fucked me.  But it was not to be.  He removed the rope which attached my wrists to my collar.  Then tying another rope to my wrists, he made me stand up, whereupon, he ran the new rope through an eye bolt in the ceiling.  In a matter of moments I was tied, standing, with my wrists stretched toward the ceiling.  Daman’s cum was all over my face and breasts, and running down on my belly.  I could taste his cum.  He was fingering my pussy again, arousing me even more.  Then, he just smiled, and walked out of the room, leaving me there with his cum all over me, and a well whipped pussy, aching, wanting to be fucked.  I was miserable, yet, very turned on.  I stood there, hoping he would fuck me later.  Later that night, I sent an e-mail to TJ in Iraq, telling him about my punishment.  He loved it, telling me that if he had been my master, he would have done, more, and enjoyed every minute of it.  I miss TJ.                     

       My life continued over the next few months.  Nothing really changes.  I am still a sex slave to my two sons.  It seems that someone is always wanted to bind me, and use me in every conceivable way.  One morning Daman told me to make myself up the best I could.  He wanted me to look my best.  I assumed I was going to meet someone or be presented in some way or another.  When I was finished, I knew I looked good.  I am always particular with it comes to my grooming.  I know Daman wants me to look a perfect as I can.  My hair and makeup was exactly the way I wanted.  I was wearing only black patent leather heels and my gold butt plug as I went into the living room to be inspected.  Daman was pleased.  He made several flattering compliments as I turned about, posing for him.

       He got off the couch, carrying several strands of rope with him, and came to me.  He tightly bound my wrists, and ultimately my elbows behind my back.  The ropes were tight, with no chance of escape.  He slipped a cape over my shoulders and buttoned the front.

       “Mother, my dear slave”, Daman said.  “We are going somewhere else.  I am going to give you to another man.  I expect you to conduct yourself properly, and obey everything this man wants.  There are no reservations.  He can do whatever he wants to you, within the ground rules I have set.”

       I was hesitant, but asked, “Can I ask who this man is?”

       “Hmmm…no, I don’t think so.  You will get to know him in good time.  That is all I can tell you..”

       Again, I started to ask more questions, but decided it would be better if I did not complicate the situation.  I knew I would submit, even though I knew I had no choice but to submit.  Yes, there was some fear and trepidation, but I was in no position to make demands.  Once again, the fear of being taken and tortured by someone unknown, and then the excitement that I had to endure what ever they wanted.

       We drove through the city, with me bound, naked, wearing only a cape, some ropes and high heels.  This seems to be my usual attire when I am outside our home.  Naturally, my dress sets the scene.  I am there for one purpose, to be bound, whipped, tormented, and to be used sexually.  Daman has brought along a brief case filled with items of restraint, torment, and sexual domination.

       We listen to the car radio and make small talk.  Daman plays with my pussy and breasts.  He know this arouses me, especially since I am bound.  He seems to do it deliberately, so I will be aroused for whom ever he gives me to.  I wonder if I know this man?  Will I be required to submit to him in the future?  I hope he is not too cruel.

       Daman stops in the loading zone of the Plaza Hotel.  It is sumptuous.  The person I am seeing must be wealthy, or important.  Daman helps me out of the car, and gives the keys to the valet parking attendant.  We walk through the lobby of the Plaza, my high heel shoes clicking loudly on the cream colored marble floor.  Daman’s arm is around my shoulder.  I think everyone in the lobby knows I am naked and bound.  As we get on the elevator he gently kisses me.  A man on the elevator smiles at Daman, and looks at me with hot lust.

       In the hotel room, actually a small two room suite, Daman produces a chair from a dressing table.  It has a low back, perfect for what he wants to do.  He removes my cape, and reaches for my breast.  He kisses me as he squeezes my breasts.  I want him to take me to bed, and make love to me.  He has other plans.  From the brief case he brought with him, he produces a penis gag.

       “Slave, open your mouth”, Daman instructs.

       I want to resist because I am unsure about what is going to happen.  In the end I surrender and open my mouth.  Daman pushes the gag in my mouth, and locks the leather strap tightly behind my head, pushing the gag deep into my mouth.  Momentarily my gag reflex comes alive, but I overcome it.

       Next, Daman ties wraps a rope around my waist about four times and ties it off, tightly.  I know what is next, the crotch, or cunt rope.  He ties it to the front of the waist rope, then he tells me to sit down on the chair.  Just prior to sitting down, he runs the “cunt” rope between my legs, tucks it into the soft lips of my pussy, then pulls it back into the crevice of my ass.  He pulls tight and holds it tight while I sit down.  He grasps my bound wrists and lifts them over the back of the low backed chair.  In a moment, I will never be able to escape my bonds.

       Daman pulls tight on the cunt rope, pulling it deep into my pussy, and down to a rung at the bottom rear of the chair.  He makes me slide as far back on the chair seat as I can, then he pulls the cunt rope tight again and ties it off to the chair rung. Now there is a constant pulling and the rope digging into the soft folds of my pussy.  I know this wil begin hurting before very long. 

       Another rope is tied to my bound wrists, and that too is tied off on the chair rung, only after Daman pulls the rope as tight as he can.  That means I am strictly bound,  sitting very straight with my breasts raised.  I cannot move, and my pussy is already feeling the effects of the tight rope against the tender tissue there.  Finally, he finishes my bondage by spreading my legs, and tying my ankles to the front legs of the chair.  He ties other rope just below my knees, and to the front legs of the chair.  I now know I am in for a rough time.  I am bound motionless, and I am gagged so no one can hear me.  I did not expect it, but I should have.  Daman puts a leather “sleep mask over my eyes.  Now I am bound, gagged, and blindfolded.  This is going to be a rough evening.  Here I am in one of the most expensive hotels in the city, and a two room suite, bound and naked waiting for my tormentor.  People are walking down the hall, going to dinner or to the theater, and just behind a door I am waiting to be tortured and raped.  What a contrast.

       “OK, Mom, the person I am giving you to will be here momentarily.  I am going to leave you now.  I am not sure if he wants to bring you home, or if I will pick you up.  I will probably see you tomorrow, unless he wants to keep you longer..  In the meantime, have fun!”

       Daman kissed my gagged mouth as he pinched my nipples.  I am scared.  I hear him leave the room and close the door.  The room is quiet.  How long will I have to wait?  What if this man does not get here, what happens to me?  How long will he old me as his prisoner and slave?  I am really scared.

       I sit here in silence.  My pussy is burning from the tight rope.  My breasts are aching for a touch.  Yes, I am aroused.  I want Daman to come back and take me, to have his way with me.  Time drags.  I hope a bell boy, or the maid does not find me here in this condition.  What’s that!  I thought I heard something.  I don’t know how long I have been sitting here.  I could have been just minutes, or maybe an hour or two.  There it is again.  I thought I heard movement in the room.  I am sure it is just my imagination.

       Someone just touched my breast!  That person just slapped my breasts, and again they are slapped!  I have got to settle down.  Obviously, this is the man to whom I belong for the evening, or night.  I did not hear him come in.  He must have been in the room all along, probably sitting there watching me.  He is playing with my breasts, arousing me.  He does not speak, but I can hear his agitated breathing.

       Pain streaks through my breasts.  The man is whipping my breasts.  He whipping hard.  His whip is true.  My breasts are bouncing and jerking as they are struck with the whip.  Several times it appears as if he is aiming for my nipples.  I scream into my gag, and I am crying.  That does not make him stop.  After a few more lashes, he stops and massages my breasts.  This whipping hurt, but his hands are wonderful.  One of his hand is between my legs, teasing my clit.  Now his hands are gone.

       There it is!  The whip had just struck my thighs.  He is whipping my thighs and my pubic area.  The pain is not horrific, but I know I am being whipped.  His whip moves back to my breasts.  It is harder, much harder.  I struggle to move, to avoid the whip.  I am screaming into my gag.  My poor breasts are on fire.  My breasts bounce and jiggle under his whip.  I cannot avoid the whip.  He just struck my nipples again.  I can  feel them getting harder, standing up as if they are welcoming his whip!

       He stops again.  He can hear him moving about the room.  I can feel him hands removing my gag.  As soon as the gag is out of my mouth, I can feel his finger against my mouth, telling me to be silent.  I do so.  Next I can feel something touching my lips.  It is a glass.  A glass of cool water.  It is wonderful.  My dry throat welcomes the water.  I want to thank him, but his is touching my lips again.  It is not his finger.  It is his cock!

       I kiss the head of his throbbing cock, then take it into my mouth.  My tongue lashes the sensitive head.  His cock responds by throbbing.  I suck his cock, working hard to make him climax.  Just when I think he is going to fill my mouth with his issue, he stops and pulls his cock from my mouth..  He pushes the penis gag back into my mouth and secures it there.  I guess my evening is just beginning.

       The man releases me from the chair.  I stand very still as he pulls the rope from my pussy.  It hurts, yet it builds a fire in my pussy.  I feel this hand and fingers as he massages my pussy.  He fingers my clit and runs his finger inside of me.  The pain is eased and now he is exciting me.  He removes his hand, then leads me to the bed and makes me lay down on my side.  He gets onto the bed and lies next to me, facing me.  He arm is under and around me pulling me close to him.  His cock is now between my thighs, rubbing against my pussy.  I can’t help my self.  I move my hips, rubbing against his cock.  He reaches down,  and pushes hic cock into the heated passage of my pussy.  It feels wonderful.  I move my hips to hump his cock.  He is now moving, fucking me.  It feels so good I could cry!

       His free hand slaps my ass.  Again, he spanks my ass.  His spanking hand is moving in cadence with his cock.  The pain and pleasure is almost more than I can bear.  His spanks are getting harder, as his cock is driving into me harder and harder.  I am losing all sense of reality.  My pussy explodes in a magnificent climax.  I can see stars and hear rushing in my ears.  The earth seems to quake under us.  I am sure I am screaming and crying into my gag.  I am crying from the pleasure of his cock and what it does to me.  The spanking has stopped, yet the heat from the spanking makes my pussy hotter against his cock.  I realize he has stopped fucking me, and is pulling his cock from my pussy.

       I lay there, blindfolded, bound and gagged, wondering what will be next.  I find out very soon.  He makes me lay on my back, with my bound wrists and elbows trapped under my.  I can feel his straddle my body, his cock is touching my gagged mouth.  I can feel his ass resting on my raised breasts.  He is now removing my gag, and quickly inserts his cock into my mouth.  He is now mouth fucking me.  I am still aroused from the fucking he gave me.  His cock feels good.  It does no take long until his cock erupts and fills my mouth with hot jets of his cum.  I gag and struggle, but am successful in swallowing all of his cum.  He stops fucking, but leaves his cock in my mouth while I suck him clean.

       The man moves, and is now lying beside me.  He raises my head to give me a drink.  This time is it a delicious wine, probably a chardonnay.  I thank him for the beautiful gift of wine.  I lay back on my bound arms and wait.  In just a moment I feel him removing my blindfold.  As he does so, it takes me a minute to let my eyes adjust to the light.  I look over at my tormentor, and I go insane.  IT IS TJ!.  TJ is my tormentor!  TJ is my master!  TJ is my lover!

       He is kissing me, and hugging me, as I cry.  I cry for joy. In my tears, I am kissing and kissing him.  He hugs me tightly, delightfully crushing my well whipped breasts against his chest.  His mouth covers mine as his tongue wrestles with mine.  I am with TJ!  I want to be with TJ!  I don’t care what he does to me!  I want TJ to do anything he want s to me.!  I want his pain, his pleasure!  I want TJ!

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