All About Eve - 1

       Eve Collins stirred in her sleep.  She rolled over in the bed to find a more comfortable position.  As usual, she was sleeping naked and with her wrists bound behind her.  As she moved, her bound hands touched the naked hip of her sleeping bed companion. The warm smooth flesh of her lover felt good.  She positioned her self with her back to her sleeping lover so her bound hands stayed in contact with her lover’s thigh.  The man next to her was sleeping, sleeping in a deep slumber.  He was a very satisfied “master“.  He had whipped her ass and breasts, the ordered her to suck his cock to completion.  As she was trained to do, she sucked his cock until his issue was gone and his member was clean.  Her “master” continued to fondle and kiss her until he was aroused again.  Then he fucked her.

       He cock felt wonderful in her heated passage.  Eve moved with his body, taking every advantage to enjoy his plunging cock.  He fucked her hard, until she was lost in the feeling his cock was giving her.  She wanted him to fuck her until she could not stand it and would collapse in an earth shaking climax.  It was wonderful.  Then, to her extreme disappointment, his cock exploded, cumming in her.  Her passage was scalded by the steaming cum erupting from his cock.  But, it was too soon!  She did not cum!  She begged him to let her cum, to give her satisfaction, to let her cum with him, but he refused,  Eve wept with frustration, but he would not listen.  After he pulled his flagging cock from her aching pussy, she was ordered to clean his cock with her mouth.  She did so, then he rolled over and went to sleep.

       With her hands still tightly bound behind her, she lay there in the bed next to her “master”, with tears 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. 

       Eve had been a sex slave to her husband since she was eighteen years old.  Now, at the ripe old age of thirty seven she had three masters.  Her husband was her ultimate master, and by his will she was also a sex slave to her two sons, Daman nearly eighteen, and David just turned sixteen.  Tonight Daman received his birthday present, a night of debauchery with his sex slave mother.  Anything he wanted to do to her was his gift from his father, and ultimately his mother.  Eve lay there, wondering how this had become her life.  She thought back to when she married Jim Collins, and how she became his abject naked and bound sex slave.

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       When Eve married Jim Collins she knew her life would be different.  She was a delightfully pretty little thing.  At five feet three inches tall, her magnificent breasts seemed to be a little large for her torso.  When she walked, without a bra, her breasts swayed and jiggled deliciously.  Her waist curved in to greet her well shaped hips.  In high school she had been a cheer leader and had the legs which qualified her for that position.  Her sweet face was framed by shoulder length raven hair which made her blue eyes shine.  Naked, wearing only a pair of high heel shoes, she was an incredible beauty.  She had just turned eighteen and was totally fascinated with Jim.  He was twenty five years old and more experienced.  His personality was one of being self assured and in control.  From the first he wanted to dominate Eve.  She adored it.  She loved being controlled by him, his whip, his torments, and most of all, she loved his cock and the way he used it with her.

       To the rest of the world, Eve was the beautiful wife of an affluent business man.  She could be seen at various social functions with her husband.  She knew the ladies at the hair dressers where she visited on a regular basis.  To her acquaintances, Eve was a pretty housewife who chose to live a quiet life.  Over the years, various male acquaintances tried to get her to cheat on her marriage and have a sexual liaison with them.  Eve was always faithful to Jim.  She never considered stepping out on him.  The world saw their marriage to be a made for TV romance.  Little did people outside of the Collins family realize the Eve was a sex slave to her husband.  A naked bound sex slave who was never allowed to refuse any sex act.  Who was bound, tormented, bound and whipped as a form of punishment, or the pleasure Jim derived from torturing her..  It was a life she enjoyed and flourished in.  While she was faithful to Jim, no one realized that he had given her to a few of his friends to abuse and use sexually.  Eve thrilled at being a sex slave to her husband, and if he wanted to give her to another man, then that was the way it should be. 

       Even as a young child she had fantasies of a prince on a white charger stealing her away and taking her to his castle.   She had darker visions in which she was a captive of white slavers, or held for ransom by men who had their way with her.  In each dream she was bound, and more often than not, she was naked and sexually abused. As she grew older, her dreams became more explicit and more violent.  The first time Jim tied her hands behind her back, she nearly had a climax without him even touching her cunt.  Submitting to him was easy for her.  By the time she married Jim, she was accustomed to being naked and restrained by Jim.  She had learned to love what his whip did to her.  She obeyed him, especially when it came to her being his sex slave.  There were even times when Jim brought a friend home, and gave Eve to that friend.  She obeyed Jim, and even found pleasure in being made to be a sex slave to another man.  Even though she loved Jim, and what he did to her, she was hesitant to tell anyone.  She did not want to be considered to be weird, or kinky.  Eve cloistered herself in her world of sexual domination and sexual slavery.  She loved her world.

       Eve was almost disappointed with she learned she was pregnant.  She had been married a mere six months.  She was afraid her husband would leave her.  Jim was attentive, however, and nine months later Daman was born.  Just as she was getting used to her new son, she was pregnant again.  Again, Jim was there.  He did everything from clean house to supervise her diet.  In both pregnancies, she gained a very little weight.  After her babies were delivered, Jim made sure she embraced an exercise program to bring her body back to where it was before her pregnancies.  It worked.  After the second son was born, Jim arranged for Eve to have a hysterectomy, eliminating any future pregnancies.  The doctor who completed the surgery did so by vaginal dilation, leaving her smooth silky stomach was devoid of surgical scars.  That was alright with Eve.

       With two young sons, it seemed their routine had to be altered somewhat.  After a lot of thought, Jim announced the rules of their home.  Before her pregnancy, she was required to be naked when they were in private, and always when they were home.  The only clothing she was allowed were high heel shoes, wrist cuffs and a collar.  Very often she would wear matching leather ankle cuffs.  This would continue.  If the two boys grew up with their mother naked, then they would be used to it and would not seem out of the ordinary.  As Daman and his brother, David grew up, it was not usual to see their mother naked, being fondled by her husband, or even bound, and punished.  While they were not required to attend these occasions, it was a matter of curiosity to watch their naked mother, with her wrists bound and stretched to the ceiling, being whipped by their father.  With the encouragement of their father, they would report on misdeeds by their mother, adding to her slavery. 

       One day, while vacuuming the floor, Eve kicked off her high heel shoes.  When Jim came home, both boys told him about their mother’s violation of his rules.  That evening, they watched as their mother was punished, both with the whip and their father’s cock.  Up to that point they had never seen their father have any real sexual act with their mother, other than kissing and some light fondling.  Daman was seventeen, approaching eighteen at the time, with David nearly sixteen.  By this time, their hormones and maturity made them see their mother in a different light.  No longer was she just a woman without clothing.  Now they were seeing Eve as a sexual being.  More than once, Daman would get an erection when his father would kiss and fondle his mother.  She was beautiful, with a great body.  She looked every bit as beautiful and sexy as pictures in Playboy and other “men’s” magazines  He was beginning to wonder what it would be like to make love to a woman a pretty as his mother, or for that matter, his mother.  David was having the same feelings.

       Later that evening was the appointed time for Eve’s punishment.  She stood in the middle of her bedroom floor, naked, wearing her leather collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs, along with a pair of black patent leather shoes.  She stood there starring at the floor.  Daman and David were sitting on the bed, while Jim Collins voiced the charges against her.

       “Eve, my pretty little slave, you know my rule about high heel shoes, don’t you?

       She looked up at his handsome face and replied, “Yessir, I have no excuse.”

       Jim smiled, “Well it is time you understand that rules are real, and to break them is a problem that must be dealt with.”

       Eve just nodded her head.  She did not know what the next step would be.  Eve knew she would be punished, as she had been punished in the past.  Punishments were both painful, and yet very arousing.  She was in for a surprise, and her life was about to change.

       Jim looked at his two sons.  He could tell they were both sporting erections of significant size.  He turned to Damon, and said, “Son, I have to punish your mother.  She is my slave and had disobeyed me.  I need your help.  First, I want you to lock your mother’s wrist cuffs behind her back.”

       Daman stood and walked cautiously to his mother.  While he had observed his mother being punished and tormented, he had never taken part in the ceremonies.  Nervously, he picked up a small pad lock and looked at his beautiful naked mother.  Eve did not know what to do, except obey her husband.

       “Mother, turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

       Daman suddenly felt powerful, and dominant.  Both of her sons were taller than she.  Like their father, they were going to be tall robust men.  Eve turned and placed her hands behind her back.  She felt Daman lock her wrists there.  As he did so, his hand brushed against her ass.  She shivered slightly.  The fact that her son had just imprisoned her strangely excited her.  The fact that she was being made to stand there and be so imprisoned raised her libido.  Daman back away.

       Jim turned to David, “Son, come here.  Pickup that leather strap and bring it here.  Eve, stay where you are, and stand still.”

       David picked up the strap and moved over to his mother.  He touched her bound wrists and let his had moved down to the soft flesh of her ass.

       “David, use the strap to imprison your mother’s elbows.  You have seen me do it.  Make it tight.”

       David did not need any encouragement. His young cock was so hard it was uncomfortable in the confines of his trousers.  Using the leather strap, he circled his mothers elbows, and proceeded to tighten it’s hold.  He continue to pull the strap through it’s buckle until he heard Eve gasp from the discomfort the he was causing.  Only then did he lock the strap around her delicate elbows.  Eve was uncomfortable.  More than that, she was self conscious.  Even though she was regularly naked in front of her sons, this was different.  Now they were taking part in her punishment.  She had magnificent breasts, but now they were being forced out to a new prominence by her bondage.  The boys did not miss this situation.  Both boys could be seen rubbing the bulge in their trousers.

       Jim turned to Daman, again.  “Son, look in that dresser drawer, and you will find a gag on a black leather strap.  It looks like a cock.  Bring it here.”

       Daman jumped to his task and retrieved the gag from the drawer.  He walked over and offered it to his father.

       “No, son, I want you to take it and gag you mother.  Make it tight, very tight.”

       Crestfallen, Eve just stood there in all her beautiful bound nakedness as her son approached her.  When he placed the gag to her soft quivering lips, she opened them to received the gag.  She looked up into her eldest sons eyes.  She saw lust, and no mercy.  This was both scary and exciting.  Daman pushed the gag in her sensuous mouth, and wrapped the strap behind her head.  He slipped the strap into the buckle and pulled it tight, forcing the penis gag deep into her mouth.  When he saw that the straps were cutting into her soft delicate cheeks, he set the buckle.  He moved around to her front to see his handy work.  She was beautiful when she was helpless and gagged.  She was beautiful now.  He cock was raging.  He put his hand on her face to gauge the tightness of the gag.  Satisfied, he dropped his hands, letting them touch her breasts.  Eve was surprised by his touch, but was more surprised by what happened next.

       Jim looked at his two sons and said, “Boys, I am going to take off my clothes.  I need to do that for what I have to do with your mother.  If you want to take off your clothes, you may.  In fact, I encourage you to.”

       Eve watched as her husband and master took off his clothes.  His cock was massive and absolutely rigid.  She turned to see her sons take off their clothes.  Even though they were boys, they shared their father’s genes.  Her sons were growing up to be handsome young men, and each sported a beautifully rigid cock.  As she watched her sons disrobe, Jim Collins was tying a length of rope to her bound wrists.  He passed the other end of the rope though and eye bolt in the ceiling of their bedroom.  Eve looked back at her husband as he pulled on the rope, pulling her bound wrists and arms towards the ceiling.  He kept pulling until her wrists were high in the air and she was bent double.  This pushed her velvety smooth ass to new prominence.  

       Eve was magnificent as her pendulous breasts hung delightfully from her chest. As she moved to adjust her position, they swung and jiggled deliciously.  Jim patted her silky ass as he walked away and over to the dresser drawer from which the penis gag had come.  He pulled out a multi-strand medium weight whip.  He pulled a second pad lock from the drawer and handed it to Daman.

       “Son, take this pad lock and lock your mother’s ankles together.”

       Daman jumped to his task.  As he walked over to his mother, his cock was swaying.  While not as big as his father’s, it was nevertheless rather formidable.  He knelt down behind Eve and slipped the padlock into the “D” ring on her right ankle.  She gave her ass a swat and spoke to her.

       “Mother, put your ankles together”, he ordered.

       He cock twitched as he watched Eve move her pretty legs together so her son could further imprison her.  Damn locked her ankles together, and before he stood up he ran his hands over his thighs and legs.  He could see her pussy between her thighs.  It was a delicate pink and appeared to be covered with a glistening moisture.  Finally, he stood up and moved away from her.

       “Very good, Daman”, spoke Jim.   “Now, boys, watch and learn.  Your mother is a sex slave to me.  She has been since before we were married.  I like her to be naked and wearing high heels.  Since she is my slave, I can order this, and expect it to happen.  Today she took off her shoes when she should not have.  Rules must be obeyed.  You two were generous enough to tell me about it.  For that I want you to witness, and take part in her punishment.  This is your reward.  Do you understand?”

       Dry mouth and very aroused, the boy nodded their heads.  They were enthralled by watching their pretty mother being punished by their father.  David was slowly pumping his cock.

       “Now, since she took her high heel shoes off, without permission, we will whip her legs.  Of course, other portions of the body will receive a whipping”, Jim explained.

       With that announcement, he flourished his whip and brought in down across the delicate area where her delightful legs joined her silky smooth ass,  Eve tried to jump, out of instinct, but her bondage held her there.  Pink striations appeared on the creamy skin on the backs of her thighs  Again the whip struck on the backs of her thighs.  After a several more lashes, Jim moved around to whip the fronts of her thighs as well as the backs.  When he swung the whip at the front of her thighs, it also struck her breasts.  He kept whipping, watching his sons’ reactions.  Finally, he moved behind Eve, and whipped her ass.

       He let her rest for a moment, then began massaging her steamy pussy.  Eve loved her husband’s fingers on her cunt.  Even though she had been whipped by him, she was aroused at being his sex slave.  Her confusion and concern was being naked and whipped in front of her sons.  At this point, both boys were rubbing their naked cocks.

       Their father spoke to them.  “OK, we are nearly finished here.  I want to whip your mother’s cunt so she will know she is my slave and must do as I order.  Come around here and watch this.”

       Both boys scurried around to watch their mother’s pussy being whipped.  In Eve’s bent over position, her pussy was a readily available target for Jim’s whip.  Daman and David were a rapt audience.  They stood there stroking their cocks as their father raised his whip.  He brought it down, sharply, striking her pussy with a meaty splat sound.  Eve screamed into her gag.  She had been sobbing as a result of her punishment, now she screamed.  Jim struck her exposed pussy some nine more times.  Now he tossed the whip on the bed.  Her pussy was burning, yet she was aroused.  Eve learned along time ago that she had two emotions with regard to her slavery.  First, was submitting to Jim.  It was exciting to be his sex slave.  Next, she found it a real turn on to be made to submit to her ordeals over which she had not control.  When she was given to another man to be tortured and fucked, it was exciting to be made to submit.  Now was different.  She had some real mixed feelings about her sons being involved in her torment.  But, as in that past, she had no control, and that part aroused her.

       Jim turned to his sons, “Now look at my cock.  You mother has made it very hard.  It is now up to her to make it feel better.  When a slave makes a master‘s cock hard, it is her responsibility to pleasure him and ease the stiffness in his cock.”

       Daman and David watched as their father moved around to their mother’s pussy.  Jim Collins put his cock at the sensitive lips of her cunt, then pushed it in.  Slowly at first, the faster he pumped his cock into Eve.  She forgot her sons were watching her.  Her husbands cock had destroyed her concentration.  As best she could, she moved to match the cadence set by her husband and his cock.  She could feel her orgasm rising.  As she closed her eyes and got ready for this climax, Jim Collins, sensing she was close, pulled his cock from her soaking pussy.  Eve gasped and started to cry, tears of sexual frustration from her blue eyes.

       “Please, please, Jim, Sir, please don’t leave me like this.  Please, I need your cock”, she attempted to mumble from behind her gag.

       Even though her words were barely intelligible, Daman and David knew what she was saying.  They had heard their mother, in the past begging their father for an orgasm.  Now they could see her pretty gagged face as she was crying and begging.  It made their cocks harder.

       Jim slapped her ass, then walked around to Eve’s head.  There he removed her gag.  Eve was gasping for air.  Jim pulled her hair to raise her head and placed the tip of his rigid cock at her sweet mouth.  Eve open her lips and took his cock in to the warm moist confines of her sweet mouth.  She loved sucking Jim’s cock, but was unsure about sucking it in front of the boys.  Her mouth was filled with cock, and her empty pussy was aching.  As Jim moved his cock in and out of his wife’s mouth, he spoke to his sons.

       “Boys, you would think punishment would not make your mother excited.  She is excited, however.  Put you hands on your pussy and see how wet it is.  This is a sign that she is aroused.  She is a perfect slave.”

       Daman and David took turns in feeling, delving into their mother’s cunt.  Eve was beside herself.  Her sons had never touched her sexually.  She did not know what to do.  Being bound and helpless eliminated the problem.  She would have to accept what ever was done to her.  She was ashamed to admit their hands felt good in her heated cunt.  Daman touched her, then David worked the flesh of the pussy.  Eve was slowly humping their hands and fingers.  Daman just had to touch her again.  As he rummaged through her cunt, it was more than he could stand.  He pushed his large finger into her heated passage.  As he did so, he groaned loudly as his cock erupted, sending jets of super heated cum through the air and on to his mother’s thigh.  He withdrew his finger and turned away.

       Jim saw what had happened, and answered, “Daman, it’s alright.  That is natural. You were excited by what you are seeing, and by touching a pussy.  What happened was very natural.” 

       Daman got a bath towel and was going to wipe his cum from his mother’s thigh and leg.  He father told him to leave it.  That type of thing was to be expected.  Slaves have to expect to have their masters cum on them, and in their mouths and pussy.  To further demonstrate, Jim pulled his cock from Eves gasping mouth.  He pointed his cock at her face and began to stroke it furiously.  His sons watched with renewed interest.  As they watched, they saw their father orgasm, shooting streams of hot come on their mother’s face.  This was one of the most exciting things they had every seen.  They were more excited when they saw Jim pushing his erupting cock back into Eve’s face, forcing her to suck him dry, and cleaning his cock.    Continued….

All About Eve - 2

       Daman and David, sons of Jim and Eve Collins had just witnessed the bondage, punishment and sexual debasement of their mother, Eve Collins.  Now they watched as their father released the rope from the ceiling of the bedroom, allowing their bound mother to stand.  Her pretty face was still covered with Jim’s cum.

       “David, I want you to go into the bath room and bring a moist wash cloth.  Daman, come here and release your mother’s ankles.  We have other plans for her”, Jim said.

       Eve could not imagine what her husband was talking about, but since she was his naked bound sex slave, she had no choice in what happens.  David approached her with the wet wash cloth.  On his father’s instructions, he wiped all the cum from her face, and a few drops which had fallen on her creamy breasts.  David took extra time wiping his mother’s breasts. He used one hand to hold each breast while the other hand cleaned it.  He was smiling as he squeezed each breast.  While he was doing this, Daman was releasing her ankles.  Daman could not resist running his hands up his mother’s legs to her ass, and running his hand over her silky smooth freshly whipped skin.  Daman’s cock was achingly hard. Even though he had just experienced an involuntary orgasm, his cock was ready again.

       Grasping her shoulders, Jim Collins turned Eve to face him.  He kissed her and said, “Slave, I want you to lie down on the bed, on your back, in the center of the bed.”

       Eve closed her eyes and nodded her head.  She walked to the bed and sat down.  With her arms and hands still tightly bound behind her back, it was an effort to move to the center of the large king size bed, but she managed.  Eve’s mind was a confusing whirl of emotions.  On one hand she liked Daman’s touch on her legs and ass, yet on the other hand she knew society frowned on what had just happened.  She did not know what to do, so she just surrendered to the will of her master, Jim Collins.  She lay there with her arms and hands trapped beneath her body.  Her pussy was sopping wet with her juices of excitement as she watched as Jim tied ropes to her ankle cuffs.  With some trepidation, she watched as he ran the ropes to the corner posts of their four poster bed.  Pulling the ropes, he forced her legs to be widely spread.  Once he was satisfied that her legs were spread wide enough, the tied the ropes off,   Now her legs were spread, and her pussy was very open and vulnerable and she was helpless to do anything about it.  She was feeling very vulnerable as she looked at the lust in her sons’ eyes.  Their thick cocks throbbed and pulsed, as if they had a life of their own.

       Jim stood at the foot of the bed, and spoke to his sons.  “Guys, this will be a new day in your life.  You both have seen how I treat your mother.  She is my sex slave, and I can literally do anything I want to her.  Any sex act I want, she will comply.  I bind her, punish her, torment, and yes, I torture her for some violation of a rule, but also for the shear enjoyment of doing it to her.  There is nothing more exciting than having a beautiful woman, bound, under your control, subject to your whims.  You mother agreed to this years ago, and I intend to enjoy what I have, forever.”

       Both boys, naked with painful erections, watched their naked father as he talked to them about their naked and helpless mother.  They still did not have an understanding of what this was all about, but they would soon learn.  David could not resist stroking his cock.

       Jim Collins continued, “As of this night, I am making her your sex slave, too.  From this time on, you may tie her, whip her, torment her like you have seen me do.  More importantly, you are allowed to have sex with her.  You can fuck her, make her suck your cock, and any other sex act you think of.  She does not have the right to say no.  If she refuses to obey you, then you may punish her until she submits.  Do you understand what I am saying?”

       Eve was shocked.  She never considered being made to submit to her sons.  A million thoughts were running through her mind.  She looked at Jim, hoping for a clue.  She could tell by the look on his face that she was about to be fucked by her sons, and she had no choice.  She also knew that if she objected, she would be gagged and punished.  Both Daman and David seemed to understand, but it was obvious they had no idea their father was going to make their mother to be their sex slave, just like she was to him.  They were unsure as to what to do.

       Understanding the situation, Jim continued.  “Daman, I noticed that you were fascinated by your mother’s cunt.  I want you to climb onto the bed, between my slaves beautiful legs, and fuck your mother.  Would you like to do that?”

       Daman’s heart was beating a hundred miles an hour.  His rigid cock was aching with lust.  Yes, he wanted to fuck his beautiful mother.  He had been wanting to do that for a long time.  He just figured that it would never happen.  Now, it was happening.  He climbed on the bed, and moved between his mothers shapely legs.  He looked at her face.  She was beautiful.  Her eyes were closed and her sweet mouth was open, slightly.  From the rise and fall of the coral tipped breasts, she was aroused, or nervous.  He could not tell.  No matter, his father said he could fuck her, and that is what he was going to do.

       He moved up until his painfully erect cock touched the moist lips of her pussy.  Eve gasped and bit her lip as she felt Daman’s cock touch her.  Daman leaned down and kissed his mother’s mouth.  She responded much to his delight.  She held her breath as she felt his cock entering her.  She knew it was wrong, but she was a slave, a bound slave who could not control what was happening.  She also had to admit to herself, Daman’s cock felt good.  As he drove it in and proceeded to plunge into the depths of her overheated pussy, she became more aroused, admitting she loved what was happening to her.  As she was being fucked by Daman, Eve heard Jim talking with David.

       “O.K. son, your brother seems to know what he wants, so I want you to go to your mother, and have her suck your cock.”

       David was eager to the task.  Although quarters were somewhat confined with Daman vigorously fucking his mother, he was able to move into position, placing his cock to her soft warm lips.  Seemingly surprised, she looked up at David, and at his cock.

       “Mother, open your mouth and suck my cock.  Suck me off, now.”

       With that, David reached over and took her nipple between his fingers and twisted it cruelly.  Quickly, Eve opened her mouth and took David’s cock.  Her mind was working a thousand miles an hour.  She was fucking one of her sons while she was sucking the cock of the other son.  She wanted to think about what was happening, but Daman was giving her a sound fucking, preventing her from having any logical thoughts.  His only desire was to fuck her mother, forever!

       In a very short time, Daman experienced a massive climax, with David following his brothers lead.  His cock erupted into his mother’s mouth.  As she had been taught, she swallowed all of his issue, although it was difficult as it filled her mouth.  After a few moments, each of her sons withdrew their cocks from their mother, and stood beside the bed with their father looking down on their mother, the woman they just had sex with..

       “Gentlemen, I am proud of you.  You did well.  I want you to go to bed now, and think about what I have just told you.  Tomorrow over breakfast, we will talk more about your mother’s slavery to all of us.  Now, go on, and get to bed.  We’ll talk tomorrow.”

       Two sated young men left their parents bedroom, still trying to digest what had just happened.  Eve lay on the bed, still bound in position, while she to was trying to accept what had just happened to her.  Jim started to release her from the bed by untying her ankles.  Then he rolled her over and removed her arm and wrist restraints.  Eve felt her husband pick her up and carry her to the bathroom.  Once there he turned on the shower, and carried her into the shower.  Neither spoke while Jim gave them both a good cleansing shower.  Afterwards, he dried them both with a large bath towel.  Eve was quiet, she did not know what to say.  Her husband had punished her in the presence of her sons, and then allowed them to have sex with her.  It seems like she was waiting for Jim to say something.

       Eve was ushered back into the bedroom, and to bed.  Jim got into bed next to her.  He put his arms around her, and started to kiss and fondle her.  Her breasts and pussy were his targets.  She could feel his cock becoming erect against her thigh.  She loved his cock, so reached down and grasped it, stroking it lovingly.  After a few minutes of this love play, Jim moved on top of her and slipped his rigid cock into her pussy.  She was still very aroused as she had not been allowed to have a climax.  In a very real sense, she needed Jim to fuck her, to make her his, to make love to her.  Jim did, with both coming to grand climax’ together.  After Jim pulled his receding cock from her pussy, Eve moved down and took his cock into her mouth, cleaning it as she had been trained.  Eve and Jim lay there in the bed, in each other’s arms.  Eve continued to stroke Jims semi-erect cock. 

       Jim spoke, “Well, sweet slave, do you want to say anything, or ask me anything?”

       Eve paused, then answered, “Jim….sir… what happened this evening was the last thing I expected.  I don’t know what to say.  Would you tell me what happened, and what this means to our future?  I am lost.  I don’t know how to react.”

       Jim replied, “Well, you could not help but notice that as our boys become older, they tend to see you as a sexual creature, not just their mother.  I have noticed on several occasion they will watch you as you go about your day, with erections, and looks of lust on their faces.”

       “Yes…, I have noticed, but I did not know what to do about it.  I guess I was leaving that up to you.  I did not know how else I could handle it.  Jim, I am your slave, and I have long since agreed to obey everything you want me to do.  You are in complete control of my body and sex life.  I submit to anything you want, even when you gave me to other men.  I did not know how you wanted to handle this, so I left it up to you.”

       “It seems that I have handled it”, replied Jim..  “I let them do what they have been wanting to do for some time.  Here is the answer about what is going to happen now.  You will be their slave as much as you are mine.  I expect you to submit to them in the same way you submit to me.  I want them to have sex, any kind of sex, with you, any time they want to.  They will bind, whip, and torment you as I do.  At the first, they will bind and torture you only when I am around.  I will tutor them in how to do this without causing damage and injuries to a precious slave.  You will submit to them.  Any time you are not submitting to me, you will be available to them.  I am off tomorrow, so we will have a little training session.  This will be good for the boys and for you.  I want them to be comfortable with demanding any type of sex with you, and whenever they want it.”

       Jim paused, waiting for a response from Eve.  After a moment or two, she spoke.

       “Alright…, Jim…sir…, I will do as you wish.  I am afraid as I am entering the unknown, but I will do as you wish.  It will take some getting used to.  Please, make sure they are discrete about this, otherwise it will cause untold problems for us.  No one must ever know.  Please, Jim, help me get through this.  I just never figured I would be a sex slave to my sons.”

       Jim kissed Eve, and answered.  “This will be alright.  I know of another couple who did the same thing.  They have two sons, and it has worked out pretty well.  There are times when it becomes a little demanding of her, but she deals with it pretty well.  Some days, I am told, she is fucked several times a day, and made to suck cock several times, also.  She is bound and tormented much more, but she has adapted to that.  So, that is where I got the idea to do it.  I had thought about it before, but when I heard their story, I decided I wanted to make you a slave to our sons.  I will guide you and them through the initial period.  I expect your full cooperation, otherwise I will force you to comply and submit.”

       Eve kissed Jin, then moved down to his now erect cock, and began sucking it.  She loved Jim being her master, and lover, as well as the taste of his cock.  Jim stroked her hair and smiled as she brought him to another climax.  Eve was the perfect slave.  Continued… 

All About Eve - 3        

       The morning came.  Eve was “dressed” as usual.  After breakfast, Jim invited the family to the living room  Jim and his sons sat down, but Eve was left standing, naked,  on display.  Standing there, submissively holding her hands behind her back, she wondered what the morning would bring.  At Jim’s invitation, the boys removed their clothing as did Jim.  All three were showing magnificent erections which seemed to point menacingly at her.

       Jim Collins spent the next hour or so showing his sons to tie and restrain their sex slave mother.  Daman was the first.  He used rope to tie her wrists behind her, and with a second strand tightly wrapped around her elbows.  His bindings seemed to be a little tighter than those of his father.  She would never be able to escape his knots  The elbow tie dramatically raised her breasts, displaying them to the fullest.  After last evening he spent time playing with her breasts.  She had to admit she enjoyed his hands on the breasts, and her nipples.  It seemed he was interested the tormenting her nipples by twisting them, and slapping her breasts.  This hurt, but it also raised her libido.  Jim then showed him how to tie a rope tightly around her waist, with a second “crotch” rope secured to the waist rope and tied tightly, running through her cunt.  Daman pulled the cunt rope very tight, creating serious discomfort, yet in a strange way, it aroused her.  David even got his chance to tie and torment Eve.

       Some time was spent whipping Eve’s ass, breasts and thighs.  He pussy was whipped with a lighter weight whip.  Jim let them used various nipple clamps on her breasts.  Both Daman and David were aware of the pain they were causing, but they were also aware that she was aroused and that her cunt was steaming and wet.

       After the “training” session, Jim sat all of them down, with Eve on her knees, kissing his cock.  Jim explained the rule regarding their mother’s sexual slavery.

       “Alright, Guys.  Here the rules.  If you violate the rules, then I will deny you further access to your mother.  Do we understand?”

       The boys affirmed that they did.  They sat there watching their beautifully sexy mother, with her wrists bound behind her, kissing and licking their father’s cock.

       “First, I am Eve’s master, and I will always dictate what happens to her..  Next, you may fuck her, make her suck your cock, or any other sex act you want.  You may tie her, restrain her, whip, and torment her as much as you like.  Just remember, do nothing that will injure her, or break her skin.  Never subject her to pain more than is reasonable.”

       The boys sat there, stroking their cocks, listening to their father.

       “I have priority with her.  She is my wife and slave, and I will determine what ultimately happens to her.  If she is with me, then you two will wait until I am through.  If there a dispute over who has control of her, between the two of you, you can flip a coin or something like it.  Next, you are not to bother her when she is preparing meals or doing something for me..  She needs that time to do what she needs to do around the house, and make sure she is properly groomed and ready for us.  If one of you wants her immediately after dinner, then the other must do the dishes and clean the kitchen.”

       Both boys remain quiet.  Then Jim Collins issued is last order.

       “I think you two will agree we have a good deal here.  If anyone finds out, there will be serious trouble.  No one is ever to learn what we do in this house, is that clear?”

       Again, both nodded their heads.

       “O.K., Daman, you are first. What would you like to do with your mother?

       Daman stood, and walked over to where Eve was kneeling on the floor, still kissing and licking his father’s cock.  He ran his fingers in her hair, grasping some of it.  He turned her face to his cock.  She took her son’s cock into her mouth.

       “Dad, I want to take her to the bedroom, and tie her hands above her head, and whip her.”

       Jim smiled, “Good enough.  Eve, get up, and go to the bedroom.”

       Eve twisted in an attempt to get more comfortable.  She was stretched with her bound wrists pulled high towards the ceiling.  It was difficult to move as Daman had also tightly bound her ankles. She gasped audibly a she felt the whip sweep across her ass.  She twisted and looked over her shoulder and saw her son, Daman, with a multi-thronged whip in his hand.  He had a lustful smile on his face and his cock was at full rut.  She closed her eyes as he swung the whip, feeling it bite into her ass.  Then she became aware of another feeling.  Someone had just placed a finger in her pussy and a hand was grasping her breast. Opening her eyes she gazed into the face of David, her younger son.  His left hand was toying with her breasts while his right hand was rummaging through her pussy.  Eve groaned as his hand felt good, even as the whip was building a fire in her cunt.  Across the room she could see a smiling Jim Collins looking at her, and her predicament, as he stroked his rigid cock. 

       David backed away from his mother as Daman came around to her front.  Before she could think about what was happening, Daman lashed at her breasts.  The whip caught them, causing them to bounce and shudder delightfully.  Her nipples hardened as he continued to whip her breasts.  Gritting her teeth, she attempted to stifle any outcry.  She did moan deeply as her son kept up his assault on her beautiful tits.  Finally, he lowered his whip to her cunt and thighs.  In short order they were reddened by this whip.  Daman back off to look at his handiwork, then moved behind her again.

       Daman let the whip rest a moment as he ran his hands over his mother’s heated ass.  The pain was turning to a delicious warmth for Eve, and Daman’s hands felt wonderful.  As Daman was working on her ass, David again took up his post in front of her, working on her breasts and cunt.  As soon as she was lost in the red hot lust of the moment, Daman stepped back, and raised his whip.  He brought it down sharply across her ass cheeks, causing them to shudder,  The next blow was across the backs of her thighs, followed closely by another sharp lash across her ass.

       The scene was totally surreal, yet she felt herself rushing to an orgasm as her body responded to her sons’ treatment of her.  Eve went over the edge when David bent down and took her nipple into is mouth, sucking and chewing on it.  She threw her head back in a silent scream while her pelvis was humping as if she were impaled on a throbbing cock.

       David kept manipulating her cunt and breasts as she orgasm shook her body.  As her climax was ebbing, David stepped closer, hugging Eve, and he surprised her by pushing he aching cock into her overheated cunt.  Even though her ankles were bound, he managed to force his cock into his mother.  Another powerful orgasm took her.  She was humping David’s cock like her life depended upon it.  Daman stopped his whipping of Eve to just stand and watch as David took his mother into an erotic wonderland.  Jim Collins was so taken by what he was seeing his cock erupted as he stroked it, sending jets of steaming cum through the air, landing on the floor.

       David withdrew his cock from Eve, and stepped back.  Quickly, Daman released the rope which stretched Eve to the ceiling.  He let enough slack in the rope for her to be lowered to her knees.  Once she was in that position, he retied the rope.  Now she was on her knees, yet her hands and wrists were still tightly bound, pulled tightly towards the ceiling.  Eve seemed to know what to expect next.  She opened her mouth as Daman pushed his raging cock past her soft pliant lips.  Eve sucked her son’s cock as he fucked her mouth.  It did not take long before Daman’s cock erupted in a spew of boiling cum.  Eve sucked as hard as she could, yet a small amount of cum escaped.

       Daman held his cock in Eve’s mouth, while giving her orders.  He had seen his father do this, and expected no less for himself.

       “Mom, suck my cock clean.  Take all the cum from me.”

       Daman emphasized his order by leaning down and pinching her nipples.  Eve went to her assigned task and sucked her son’s flagging cock.  At long last, Daman withdrew his cock from his mother’s mouth.  In short notice, he released his mother’s bonds, allowing her to stand.  Jim came to her, hugged and kissed her.  Eve loved the feel of her husband’s body as she hugged him.  After Jim released his hug, Daman hugged and kissed her.  When that hug was finished, she felt David grasp her wrist.  She turned to him and kissed him as he held her wrist.

       “Mom, come into the living room.  I want you to suck my cock”, he instructed.

       David led his mother back to the living room by her wrist, leaving no doubt as to what was expected of her.  In the living room he sat down in a large easy chair, with Eve standing in front of him.  He sat there just looking at her, taking in all her erotic beauty.  After a moment or two, he ordered her to her knees.

       David instructed, “I am not tying you hands, now.  I want you to suck me, using your hands to massage my cock and balls.  When I cum, you are to suck me dry also, making sure my cock is clean.  Do you understand?”

       Eve nodded her pretty head, “Yes…yes sir.  Whatever you want.”

       She went to her task.  She stroked David’s cock, then leaned down and kissed it’s throbbing head.  Opening her lips, she took his heated member into her mouth.  It was then she could taste her own juices on David’s cock.  His cock still had the taste of her pussy from when he fucked her while Daman whipped her.  She liked the taste of her on his cock.

       Eve sucked and stroked David’s cock with vigor.  Just before he had his orgasm, he stopped her, with a change in plans.

       “I want you to make me cum on your tits.  After the first bit of cum hits your tits, you are to put my cock in your mouth.  You will take what is left of my cum in your mouth.”

       Eve continued her efforts, and in a short time, David’s cock was shooting jets of hot cum on her tits.  After the first three spurts she quickly took his cock into her mouth, finishing his orgasm.  When his cock was clean, he added  something else to the moment.

       “O.K., Mom,  I have shot cum on your tits.  Use your hands and smear my cum all over your tits, and rub it in like lotion.”

       Eve proceeded to do as she was told, when David added to the list of erotic pleasure he was enjoying.

       “Now, once my cum has dried, you are to leave it there.   Do not wash your tits until this evening when you take a shower.  I want my cum on your tits for the rest of the day.  O.K… tell me what I said.”

       Eve replied, “Yessir, I will leave your cum on my breasts for the rest of the day.”

       David grasped her head, pulling her face close to his, “No, I did not say that.  Repeat what I said, or you will get a tit whipping!”

       Eve was humbled, and answered softly, “Yes sir, I will leave your cum on the tits for the rest of the day.”

       David smiled, “Very good.  From now on, I want you to use the word “tits”, not the word “breasts”.  Understand?”

       Nodding her head, affirming she understood, she did as she was told, and rubbed David’s cum into the soft silky skin of her tits.  Only after she had completed her task, was she allowed to stand.  The clock showed the time was nearly 12:00 noon.  As she turned to go to the kitchen to make a lunch for her men, and masters, Daman put his arm around her, and kissed her while he patted her silky smooth ass.

       “Good work, Mom.  I am really going to enjoy you being our slave.  You’re hot!”

       Eve smiled meekly, and kissed Daman

       Jim Collins smiled.  He was married to the hottest sex slave in the world.  Life was good for him, and his sons.  Eve’s world was changing rapidly.  Now she was a sex slave to her sons.  She was still trying to wrap her mind around that.

Continued…    

All About Eve - 4

       The next few days were a blur for Eve.  It seems as if her every waking minute was occupied with someone restraining her, or fucking her, or making her suck a cock.  She loved being a sex slave, but being in constant demand by three healthy horny males was somewhat trying.  Her husband, Jim, was taking a back seat, letting his sons have as much of their mother as they wanted, and thy wanted a lot.

       During the day, when Jim was at work and the boys were at school, she had her household chores to do.  She got dressed and went to the store to buy groceries, and to  a beauty supply house to purchase some make up.  When she returned home, she quickly removed her dressed and made sure she was properly groomed for her masters.  About the time she finished her duties in the early afternoon, her sons would arrive home from school, horny and ready to put a sex slave through her paces.  Even though it was somewhat stressful, and at times painful, she was acclimating and enjoying her “trials and tribulations”.

       It was interesting to see how the boys adapted to this new life, and the demands made of her.  Daman, was the gentler of the two.  This did not mean that he did not cause her sexual pain and discomfort.  It meant that he enjoyed the sex more than causing her discomfort.  He loved her being tied and helpless, and when he whipped or tormented her.  Eve found, however, that the bondage and torments were the prelude to hot uninhibited sex.  Her bound slavery meant he could demand any sex act he wanted, with no reservations.  That is a lot of power, and some very heady stuff.  Daman was becoming an accomplished slave master who was considerate of his slave.

       David, on the other hand, loved the torture, torment and discomfort of his slave mother.  The bondage and torments were the most important elements.  Oh, yes, sex was important, but only after he had thoroughly enjoyed his torments of her.  On one recent day, David got home early, so was alone with Eve.  As required, she greeted him at the front door, naked, wearing high heels, and on her knees with her hands clasped behind her back.  David walked in and stood there looking at his naked mother with the fires of lust in his eyes.

       He leaned down, grasped both of her breasts and kissed her, then said, “Get up slave, and keep your hands behind your back.”

       Eve replied with a humble soft, “Yessir.”

       As soon as she moved her hands behind her back, David padlocked her wrist cuffs.  From an antique chest in the corner of the living room, he pulled a leather strap which he placed around her elbows.  Eve expected this as David liked to see her breasts offered up as a result of this elbow bondage.  David pulled the strap tight, forcing her elbows together.  The stress on her shoulders was tremendous.  Eve moaned softly as he tightened the strap.

       David was quick to address her vocalization.  “Shut up slave.  This is only the beginning.”

       With that, he pulled the strap tighter, pushing her elbows together, very tightly.  Eve could feel the stress on her, yet she knew why he did it.  It made her more helpless, and displayed her breasts to the better.  Eve also knew David wanted to cause her more discomfort.  She had never had her elbows restrained this tight.

       Eve turned to David, asking for mercy.  “Please, David.  Not so tight…”

       She did not get a chance to finish her plea.  David grabbed Eve by her shoulders and turned her to him,  Quickly he slapped her breasts several times, then grasped her nipples, twisting them and pulled her to him until her body was pressed against his.  He looked into her eyes.  She could see the cold determination in his face.

       “Slave, I told you to be quiet.  You have better listen to me, or it could get a lot rougher!” 

       David released her breasts and walked over to the antique “toy chest” where he retrieved a penis gag mounted on a black leather strap.  He walked back to he naked helpless mother and put the gag in her mouth.

       “Open, your mouth slave.  You need help keeping quiet.”

       Submissively, Eve opened her mouth as ordered, and David pushed the gag deep into her mouth.  Quickly he drew the straps behind her head and pulled them tight.  When he saw the straps digging into her soft pretty cheeks, he set the buckle.  Now she was helpless restrained, and severely gagged.  Grasping her neck he pulled her face to his and kissed her gagged mouth.

       “Now”, he said, “That’s the way a perfect slave should be.  A slave’s mouth should be filled with a gag, a cock, or a tongue.  Now, I want you to stay here, I’ll be back.”

       Eve watched as he walked back over to the “toy chest” and reached in, rummaging around through the various items of restraint and torture.  Jim had built quite a collection of devices to restrain and punish her.  David drew out a pair of nipple clamps.  Eve recognized them.  She did not like them.  They were the nastiest and most painful that Jim owned.  In addition they were connected with a short golden chain.  When they were installed on her nipples, there was tension between the clamps because of the short chain.  When installed, if Jim grasped one clamped breast and fondle it, there would be immediate pressure and jerk on the other breast and nipple, causing twice the discomfort.  David knew this, and that pleased him.

       “Stick out your tits, Mom, and keep them out there if you know what is good for you”, he ordered.

       Eve, wanting to please her son, pushed her chest, and breasts out as far as she could, given her bondage.  David toyed with her nipples until they were achingly hard.  Carefully, he placed a clamp on her left nipple.  Behind her gag, Eve struggled to keep from moaning.  Again, she was successful as he placed the other clamp on her right nipple.  Her nipples and breasts were on fire.  The pain was not insignificant.  She closed her eyes and bit hard on the penis gag.  When she opened her eyes, David was standing there with a smile on his face, admiring his handy work.

       David spoke. “Damn, you are one sexy bitch when you are tied and under torment.  I can see why Dad wanted you to be his slave.  Mom, you look good when you are tied up and with a little pain.  You are hot!”

       He reached out and grasped her left breast and fondled it.  This caused pain in her left nipple, but it also pained her right nipple as it was being pulled and jerked by the short chain.  She could not restrain herself.  She closed her eyes again, and let out another moan of pain.  Almost immediately, David slapped her left breast, causing it to lurch and pull painfully on the right breast.  He slapped the right breast, causing a similar pain in the left breast.  The short chain and clamps were doing there job.  Eve kept her silence but tears ran from her eyes and down her soft cheeks.

       “Dammit, Mom!  I warned you about complaining.  You are a slave and know better.  If you keep this up, you will be in a lot of trouble!  Do you hear me?”

       A tearful Eve quickly nodded her head.  She was ready to obey, no questions asked.  What ever David wanted, he could have.  She looked down at her tormented breasts and nipples.  She could see the constant pulling of the short chain on the clamps.  If her breasts had been smaller, then it would not be so bad, maybe.  Since Eve’s breasts were larger and more lush, they swayed and jiggled when she moved, this caused the connected nipple clamps to continuously cause her pain.  Her breasts were being painfully pulled and tormented, yet she also realized that she was aroused.  She could feel the warmth and moisture in her aching pussy.  She was always amazed at how her body seemed to “betray” her.  Even though she was in considerable pain, the fact that she had to endure it, and had to obey every sexual whim of her son, was a turn on.  She had no idea what torment David would foist on her, and yet that fact aroused her.  It was times like this that she was made very aware that she was a sexual slave, and that is the way she wanted her life.  She may hate the pain and ordeal she might be put through, but the fact that she was forced to endure it aroused her.

       David produced a leather leash which was normally used in relation to the collar Eve wore.  David had other plans.  He clipped the leash to the short gold chain connected to the nipple clamps.  Eve immediately felt the weight of the clasp on her nipples.  David jerked on the leash, pulling her toward the hallway, and in the direction of his room.

       “Come, slave cunt.  Let‘s go to my room”, he said as he led her down the hall.

       Eve gasped in sexual pain, and followed her son his room.  Her breasts ached, and her cunt was on fire.  In the bedroom, he made her stand at the foot of the bed while he undressed.  His cock was magnificently hard.  She could see a shiny drop of pre-cum on the purple head.  His cock seemed to throb with beat of his heart.  David made her walk to the corner at the foot of his bed, and stand there facing the bed.  His bed had no corner posts.  David sat down on the bed, and ordered her to come close to him.  Pulling on the leash added a little encouragement.

       “Spread your legs”, he ordered

       Eve spread her high heel shod feet and her legs.  David grasped her cunt, and began to massage her clit and nether lips.  He ran his finger into the warm moist confines of her heated passage.

       “Mom, you know you are dripping wet.  You like what is happening to you, don’t you?”

       Eve nodded her head.  Even with the pain David was subjecting her to, there was a part of her personality was turned on by being helpless and being made to endure what was happening to her.  He slapped her pussy twice the stood up.  He undressed.  She could not help but look at h is rigid cock.  It had a menacing look about it.  As David stood there looking at his pain filled mother/slave, he stroked his cock.  Curiously, David got on his bed and lay down with his feet pointing to one corner at the head of his bed, while he head was at the foot corner of the bed, the corner where Eve was standing.  He moved so he head was at the very corner of the bed, nearly hanging off the edge.

       David gave her his instructions.  “Slave cunt, spread those legs and move up to the corner of the bed, until your cunt is directly over my mouth.”

       Eve did as she was told.  At first she could not understand what David was going to do to her, then she understood his plan.  When she placed her cunt over her son’s mouth, her spread knees and legs were touching the bed.  The leash connected to her breasts clamps was still dangling down below her pussy.  When she was in position, she could feel David’s lips and tongue touching her sensitive pussy lips.  Almost immediately, David started to tongue and suck her cunt.  Her cunt was on fire.  This felt so good.  The pain in her breasts seemed to add to the fire. 

       There was a catch, however.  As she became more aroused, and was nearing a climax, David would pulled on the leash, causing an increased pain level in her nipples and breasts.  He kept toying with her libido.  He would let her get near an orgasm, and bring her down with the pain in her nipples.  She was becoming nearly frantic.  The pain and pleasure were melding, and it was hard to identify each.  It was becoming one big fire in her pussy and breasts.  She also notice that as her torment continued, her legs were beginning to tremble.  She was not sure her legs would support her if David let her cum.  The problem was that she was facing the bed, so she would not be able to collapse onto the bed, or sit down.  If she could not maintain her balance, she would fall to the floor.  Eve wanted to have an orgasm, but was afraid to.  What a predicament.

       David changed tactics.  He let go of the leash and let it dangle from her nipple clamps.  Now he concentrated on being his mother to a climax.  Eve could watch him as he stroked is own massive erection while he sucked her cunt.  It did not take long.  She had a soul shaking orgasm, humping her son’s face and mouth.  Her legs threatened to give out.  Even in the hot fires of her climax, she was afraid of falling.  As difficult as it was, she remained on her high heel shod feet.  As her orgasm subsided, David stood and hugged her, helping his naked bound mother, on shaky legs, onto his bed.  Eve was in an erotic fog.  She lay there trying to get her breath.  He nipples hurt, yet it seemed to contribute to the fire in her pussy.  David lay down beside her, putting his arm under and around her.  He turned her on her side, facing him.  He pulled her close to him, hugging her, and pressing her clamped nipples and breasts into his chest.  He removed her gag and kissed her.  Eve responded and kissed him as hard and passionately as she knew how.

       David kissed her again, and spoke.  “Now, slave, that wasn’t so bad, was it?’

       Her nipples and bound arms were still causing her discomfort, but her son’s rigid cock resting against her belly felt good.

       Eve kissed her son and replied, “No sir, it was not so bad.”

       “I didn’t think so.  Now, I am going to release you wrists and arms.  I want you to suck my cock, and suck it the best you have ever done.  You will need your hands to do this.”

       She replied, “Yessir.”

       David rolled her over and released her wrists and arms, but left the clamps in place on her nipples.  He had Eve get on her knees between he knees, facing him.  He wanted to watch her as she sucked his cock.  Again, he held the leash connected to her nipple clamps.  She knew what to do.  Her right hand grasped his cock while her left hand cupped his balls.  She stroked his cock as she massaged his balls, all the time sucking on his cock.  David had a magnificent view of his naked mother.  She was between his legs, on her knees.  He could watch as her pretty mouth worked on his cock.  He could see her clamped nipples as her hanging breasts swayed deliciously.  When he thought her ministrations to his cock was not enough, he would jerk on the leash, causing her to increase her actions on his cock.  In a very short time she was able to bring him to a crashing climax.  His spurting cock flooded her mouth and throat with his issue.  Eve struggled, but she was able to contain his cum and swallow all of it.  She was glad .  Recently he had punished her for losing a drop of cum during one of his orgasms.

       An exhausted David lay on the bed while his kneeling mother stroked and sucked his cock dry, cleaning it.  When he was satisfied, he told her to lay next to him.  He toyed with her clamped breasts for a moment or two, the offered to release them.

       “O.K., slave.  I have put you through your paces.  You did well, so I won’t torture you any more.  Lay still and I will remove the nipple clamps.”

       Eve lay there, clinching her fists in expectation.  She knew the removal of the clamps was more painful than wearing them.  As predicted, when David removed the clamps it was all she could do to remain silent.  Her breasts were bathed in a painful fire.  She gritted her teeth and steeled herself as best she could.  When the second clamp was removed, David massaged her breasts to ease the pain.  Amazingly the pain in her breasts was being transmitted to her pussy.  As she lay there, she realized her right hand was touching his cock.  It was hard.  Her son had just experienced a climax, yet his cock was hard.  She grasped his cock and began to stroke it slowly.  She could feel the heat of his erection.  David pulled away from her hand and climbed on top of her, pushing his cock into her soaking cunt.  It took a little bit longer, but he came again, as did Eve.  Her son knew how to fuck her, and fuck her he did.

       David collapsed on his mother’s tender breasts and his mother lay exhausted and satisfied under him.  In a matter of minutes, they both dozed off, David’s cock still deep in his mother’s cunt.

Continued……………

       

All About Eve -5

       Saturday was an important day in the Collins house.  Daman Collins was celebrating his eighteenth birthday..  It has been three months since Eve Collins was told that she was now the sexual slave of her husband, Jim, both also her two sons, Daman and David Collins.  In the past three months the boys got to know their mother very well.  Their sexual torment and use of her was a matter of routine.  For Eve, being a sex slave to her family was a an everyday fact.  Serving three robust men was something she accepted, and was now enjoying.  Daman and David were proving to be accomplished sex slave masters.  Their father was forever tutoring them on the arts of bondage and discipline.

       The coming of Daman’s birthday was to be special.  He had been told that for that twenty four hour period, he would have exclusive access to his mother for anything he wanted to do to, and with her. His father explained that he should be thinking of imaginative things he might want to do with her.  Eve was looking forward to this day with some trepidation, as she did not know what Daman would have in store for her.  In the meantime, life in the Collins household would go on a usual.

       On Tuesday, David had a series of exams due the next day.  He had spent the afternoon and evening preparing for these tests.  As a result he had not engaged in any sexual torments or sexual use of his mother.  Both Jim Collins and Daman were late getting home, so Eve had not been pressured.  She had doted on David, making sure he had supper and refreshments during the evening.

       Later that evening, the household went to bed, except David.  He as still working on his studies.  Jim took his wife to bed, and after locking her wrist cuffs behind her back, and required her to suck him to a good orgasm.  While he had fondled Eve, and had aroused her, he chose to not give her a climax.  Needless to say, she was frustrated, but accepted her fate.  This was not an unusual occurrence.  Jim used this tactic to make sure Eve was always wanting to have sex with him, and now her sons.  They too had learned this tactic from their father.  More often than not, poor Eve was frustrated sexually.  On these occasions she was bound, she could not even satisfy herself.  This was an excellent method of  keeping a slave more tractable.  Finally, Eve was able to go to sleep, even though she was having erotic dreams.

       At about midnight, David finished his studies and was headed to bed.  He took a shower, then realized that he was horny, and wanted his mother.  Why should he jack off when he had a very sexy mother in the next bed room.  Naked, he quietly entered his parents bedroom.  There, he pulled the covers from his naked mother.  She was a beautiful sex slave, lying there, naked with her wrists locked behind her.  His hard cock throbbed as he looked at her.  As she stirred and was waking, he put his hand over her mouth, tightly, to keep her from waking her husband.  Eve opened her eyes and saw a naked David.  She made no attempt to struggle or make any noises.  She did not even consider resisting.  Jim Collins was a light sleeper, and became aware of David’s presence.

       “Hey, Dave”, his father responded.  “What’s going on?’

       “Sorry, Dad.  I didn’t want to disturb you.  I finished my studies, and felt the need to fuck mother, so I came in to get her and take her to my room.”

       Jim smiled as he saw David’s erection.  “Sounds like a reasonable thing.  Eve, give that boy what ever he wants.  Davey, if you want, keep her for the night.”

       David, while helping Eve get out of bed, responded, “Thanks, Dad.  It may take a while, so I’ll keep her.”

       Jim Collins rolled over and went back to sleep while David put his mother high heel shoes on her feet.  Grasping her left nipple, he twisted it a bit, and used it as a leash to lead her from her bedroom to his.  A sleepy Eve Collins rushed to stay up with her son, to lessen the pressure on her nipple.  Once they were in David’s room, he left her standing in the middle of the floor, while he went to the top drawer of this dresser.  From the drawer he pulled two lengths of white cotton rope.  Eve watched as he walked back to her.  He was obviously ready for her.  His cock was rigid, standing out in front of him, swaying as he walked.  He embraced her, and kissed her.  Eve kissed him with a passionate kiss.  As a sex slave she had learned many years ago to always kiss her “master” passionately.  Failure to do so generally brought punishment.

       David finished the kiss and moved his hands to her breasts.  He ordered her to lean forward, slightly.  Eve did as she was told.  By leaning forward it allowed her breasts to hang down, slightly.  Just enough for David.  Using one strand of rope, he wound it tightly around the base of her left breast.  When he was satisfied that the rope was tight enough, he tied it off.  Her breast was now ballooned out from her chest.  Quickly, David bound her right breast in the same manner.  Both of her breasts were tightly bound, increasing the pressure on each breast, making them more sensitive.  From the same drawer, David retrieved a penis gag.  He like the idea of a penis gag as it filled his mother’s mouth like an erect cock.  Eve knew better than to plead for mercy, so she merely opened her pretty soft mouth at accept the penis gag. 

       David kissed his mother’s gagged mouth, and said, “With the rest of the household trying to sleep, we need to keep you as quiet as we can, don’t you think?”

       Eve nodded her head.  It was really the only answer she could give him.  She had already assumed she would be tormented and fucked, so it was important to silence her so everyone else could sleep.  There was no reason why Daman and Jim should be disturbed while David was torturing her, and fucking her silly.

       David sat her on a small straight back chair he had in his room.  Before doing that, he tied a length of rope, very tightly, around her waist.  From that rope, he tied another six feet long length of rope from the front of the waist rope.  He pulled the rope between her legs, and tightly into her cunt.  He left hand was holding the rope, pulling it through her cunt and the crevice of her ass, as he helped her sit in the chair.  He grasped her bound wrists and pulled them up and over the back of the chair.  Her crotch rope was pulled tightly to the back of the chair, and down to a horizontal rung near the bottom of the chair legs. There, David tied the rope off  This effectively tied Eve to the chair by the cunt rope, which was no biting into the soft lips of her pussy.

       Next, David used another strand of rope which he tied to her locked wrists.  He pulled this rope down tightly and tied it off to the same rung.  By this method of bondage, Eve was forced to sit up very straight and forced her bound breasts out.  Lastly, David used other stands of rope to tie her ankles to the back legs of the chair, forcing her legs to be widely spread.  He stood there looking down at his mother, running his hands over her tightly bound breasts.  He liked what he saw.

       “I’ve got to hand to you, Mom”, he said.  “You are one hot slave cunt.  The more helpless you are, the hotter you are.  I am really glad Dad let Daman and I make you our slave, too.  You know you are in for a rough time, don’t you?”

       Eve turned her eyes from his hands on her breasts, up past his cock and to his face.  She saw only lust, and no mercy, in is face.  She nodded her head, accepting the fact that he was going to torture her, and have his way with her.  Again, she realized that David was more of a sadist than Daman.  In a way this scared her, but in a bizarre way, it excited her.  She shivered with lust and fear.  She knew she would avoid this torture from David is she could, but the fact that she could not, and was being forced to submit to him was a turn on for her.  She never understood these contradictory emotions.  She did not want to be tortured, yet she embraced it.

       As Eve watched, David produced a medium weighted multi-thong whip.  He brought it back to her, running it softly across her tormented breast, then down on her open thighs.  Her breasts were throbbing from their bondage, and her pussy was burning from the pressure of the ropes tied through her soft nether lips.  Now she was facing a whip.  David leaned down and took the nipple of her right breast in his mouth.  For a couple of minutes he sucked and tongued that nipple, then moved to her right breast, doing the same.  This felt good.  Eve closed her eyes as she basked in the feeling that David was giving her.  Her burning tormented pussy was growing hotter and wetter by the second.  As she sat there, enjoying the feelings, she continued to keep her eyes closed, even though her son had stopped sucking her nipples.  It felt good.

       Suddenly, her reverie was disturbed.  Her eyes jerked open as she felt David’s whip explode on her right breast.  The pain was significant.  She watched as David brought his whip sharply down on her left breast.  Now, both breasts were on fire.  He continued his assault.  Eve tried to twist and escape the whip, to no avail.  David’s arm was true, and his whip met it’s mark.  With her breasts so tightly bound, they did now sway when the whip landed on them.  Her breasts remained here rigid in their bound position.  They would jiggle slightly as the ropes held them tight.  She looked down at her breasts just as the whip struck her right breast directly across the nipple.  The pain was explosive.  The left breast received the same treatment.  Eve struggled, but could not avoid the whip.  She was crying, and screaming into her penis gag.  Her sound did not leave the room.

       David stopped, and lay his whip on the bed.  Leaning down , he kissed and sucked her abused nipples.  The fire in Eve’s breast was turning to lust and excitement, sending the heat directly to her pussy.  She did not like the torture, but loved the after affects.  Now, her son picked up the whip and proceeded to whip her exposed thighs.  It hurt, but the pain was not as bad as the tit whipping.  After a short whipping, he lay his whip on the dresser.  He released her from the chair, but left her gagged with her wrists locked behind her.  There was significant pain as he pulled the crotch rope embedded in her pussy.  He left the ropes tied around her breasts.  He helped her up off the chair and made her lay on the bed,

       David took the gag from Eve’s mouth, with the warning that she was not to say anything.  She remained silent as he climbed on the bed, straddling her shoulders.  His cock was touching her lips.  As she opened her mouth to receive his cock, she could feel the pressure of his ass pressing down on her bound breasts.  Eve sucked his cock.  It felt good to David, so he started to fuck her mouth.  She lay there as he did this, using her tongue to tease and excited him.  After a few minutes of this, he withdrew his cock and moved down her body until his cock was touching the tender abused lips of her pussy.  Eve closed her eyes and gasped as he pushed his cock into her cunt.

       “Mother, I am going to fuck you, and I am going to let you have an orgasm.  But, you must ask permission before you come.  Otherwise, I will severely punish you.  Do you understand me?”

       Eve bit her lip as she felt his cock moving in and out of her pussy.  She could not speak, so nodded to Dave, indicating that she understood.  David proceeded to give her a sound fucking.  With in a minute or two Eve was begging him to let her cum.  He refused.

       “SLAVE!  You better not cum.  I’ll whip you cunt so hard you will not be able to sit down for a week!  Now, shut up and quit whining!”

       Eve did everything she could to hold off her orgasm.  Anything to distract her emotions.  Finally, through the fog of lust that had enveloped her, as she begged to be allowed to have an orgasm, she heard David speak to her.

       “O.K. Cunt!  Cum, and cum now!”

       Eve’s pussy was on fire, now it exploded.  Her orgasm was so great that she passed out for a moment.  She had been denied a climax for three days, even though her three masters had fucked her at least six or seven times during that time, and they would never let her cum.  It seemed forever before she and David came down from their respective orgasms.  Finally, they both relaxed and David withdrew his cock and lay down beside her.  He reached over and untied the ropes on her abused breasts.  Her breasts ached anew.

       Eve kissed her son’s cheek, and whispered, “David, master,  thank your for letting me cum.  Thank you, thank you.  I love you.”

       David smiled an kissed her.  They lay there for a couple of minutes, when David spoke.

       “Mom, you know what is required of you.  Go down there and clean my cock.”

       As she had been trained, Eve moved down his hard belly to his cock.  There she took his cock into her soft warm mouth and sucked her juices and his cum from his cock. After several minutes, it was clean.  She moved back to the head of the bed and lay next to her son, and master.  He put his arm around her, hugging her to him, pressing her breasts against him.  He kissed her, tenderly.

       “Sweet slave, that was good.  You will spend the rest of the night with me.  Now let’s get some sleep.  I have a heavy day tomorrow.”

       Eve snuggled into her son, her breasts pushed against his arm and his hand resting between her legs, touching her well used and abused pussy.  In a few minutes both were sound asleep.

Continued………………..

 

All About Eve - 6

       Today was an important day.  Daman was turning eighteen years of age.  The whole family was happy from him.  Daman was very happy, as he father had granted him a most wonderful birthday present.  He would have the exclusive use, and abuse, of his mother for the entire twenty four hour period.  For Eve it would be somewhat of a break.  Normally she would be sexually used by her husband and both sons.  On this day, she would devote her time and effort to pleasing only Daman.

       Daman Collins have given this day a lot of thought.  He had slept late, with Eve waking him at about 10:00 AM.  She did this by quietly walking into his bedroom, naked, and sucking Daman’s cock until he awoke and had a morning climax.  The rest of the day was not too complicated as Daman was concerned with some studies for his physics class.  Late in the afternoon his tryst with his mother was taking on more importance.

       Daman loved going to drive-in movie theaters to watch movies.  In particular, he loved going to drive-in movies with available girls.  He would park in a rather remote section of the theater, and “make out“.  There was generally more action in his car than on the screen.  This penchant was to take on a new meaning as he wanted to take his sex slave/mother to the drive-in movie, and have a sexual encounter with her there.  He father, Jack Collins, was amused and fully approved.  Eve wasn’t too sure, but knew she would never refuse her son.

       The weather was beautiful and the evening was perfect for Daman’s plan.  At seven, he prepared his mother for their erotic adventure.  As usual, she was naked, this evening wearing a pair of red high heel leather pumps.  Since Daman had a preference for rope bondage, her wrists were tied behind her back with several strands of rope.  Her elbows were similarly bound, but not quite as severely as they were when she was being punished or tormented.  Daman had taken a black cape from the hall closet and was placing it around Eve’s shoulders.  He buttoned the front of the cape, but left some critical buttons undone.  Specifically, he left a lot of delightful cleavage showing.  Also, at the bottom of the cape, there were no buttons closed below her pussy.  The design of the cape allowed it to flare slightly as she walked, showing a lot of well shaped leg, but leaving her cunt securely covered.  When she sat down, the cape would automatically open, showing most of her thighs, and just barely covering her pussy.  Eve was concerned about her being revealed in public, but knew she had no power to change things.  This both concerned her, and yet excited her.  Being forced, to be taken out of the house like this, especially by her son, aroused her.  She did not understand this lustful part of her nature, but had long since learned to accept it and obey her masters.

       Daman placed her in the front passenger seat of his car, and locked the seat belt around her.  He could see a great deal of her breasts, but her nipples were covered.  Her legs and thighs were a different story.  The cape and opened, showing her legs and thighs, nearly to her cunt.  He loved what he saw.  He ran his hands over her silky thighs, sliding his hand up to her pussy.  He slipped his finger inside those soft warm nether lips to find his mother’s pussy was warm and moist.  He smiled.  This was going to be a good evening.

       The sun had gone down, and the windows in his car were tinted so it would be very difficult for any one to see Eve’s condition.  Daman backed his car out of the driveway of his home, and pointed it down street.  He looked over at his beautiful mother, and like what he saw.  She was helpless and delightful.  He wasn’t satisfied with everything he saw.  He wanted to see more of her.  He reached over and unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her cape, and pulled it open.  Now he could see her magnificent breasts and rest of her body.  As he drove along he took advantage of her nakedness and bondage.  Specifically, as he drove, his car crossed bumps in the road.  He watched Eve’s breasts jiggled delightfully as the car crossed rough spots in the street.  He played with her breasts, and had her open her legs so he could fondle her cunt.  His cock was rock hard, and very soon her pussy was soaking as Eve felt her sons finger inside of her.

       “Daman, co…er…could I ask you…what you are going to do to me”, Eve asked.

       He smiled, “Yeah, you can.  You are my date.  You are also my sex slave.  We are going to the drive-in, and I want to make out with you there.  Sometimes a girl may not want to make out, and refuse.  In this case, you must submit to me, so I expect to have the best time ever.  I am going to enjoy making out with you in the drive-in movie.  That’s what birthdays are all about, don’t you think?”

       Eve looked at her handsome son, as he was fondling her breasts again.  Right now she was at the point of wanting to be fucked by him, fucked until she lost herself in a sexual abyss.

       She replied, “Yes, I guess you are right. I’ll do my best to make this a memorable birthday.”

       At this point, he raised his hand to touch her soft cheek.  Eve turn her head and kissed Daman‘s hand.

       As Daman turned his car into the drive of the drive-in theater, he stopped the car before getting to the ticket booth.  He reached over and closed some of the buttons on Eve’s cape.  Now her breasts were covered, but her legs, thighs and pussy were still displayed.  He brought her legs together, and pulled the cape closed over her thighs, but did not connect the buttons.

       Daman looked at his helpless mother, and said, “O.K., here’s the deal.  I don’t want to cover your legs and thighs, but in consideration of you, I will do so.  I will close your cape, but will not button it.   If you notice, you thighs are covered.  You must hold very still while we are at the ticket booth buying our tickets.  The ticket taker will be standing next to the car and will be able to see everything going on in my car.  All he will see is you covered with a cape, showing a little cleavage.   If, however, you move your legs, the cape will slide open, showing your thighs.  I will not close the cape, and the ticket taker will see a great pair of legs and thighs, and possibly a very pretty little cunt.”

       Eve just nodded her head and concentrated on holding her legs closed, and still.  She knew Daman was serous.  As the Daman pulled his car up to the movie ticket booth, she could see a pimply faced boy of about seventeen years old working the booth.  As Daman pulled up, the ticket taker was on Daman’s side of the car.  He could see in the car, and had a full view of Eve.  The flood lights around the ticket booth fully illuminated the inside of Daman’s car.  Eve felt like all the lights were pointed at her

       As Daman was buying the movie tickets, the cape began to slide open.  Not too much, but just enough to cause concern in Eve’s mind.  She tried to adjust her legs to close the cape, but it only made things worse.  She squirmed again, to reposition herself, and the cape slid fully open.  Her cunt was covered, but, everything else was on display.  When the pimply faced kid turned back to Daman’s car to give him the movie tickets he was greeted with a full view of the greatest pair of legs and thighs he had ever seen.  He was nearly spellbound.  The kid managed to give the tickets to Daman, all the while staring at Eve’s naked legs.  He could see her legs from the tops of her thighs to her red high heel shod feet.  It was one hell of a view.  To complicate things, Daman just sat there, slowly, ever so slowly putting his change in his wallet, and putting the wallet back in his rear pocket.  He had to lean towards Eve to do this, and while doing so he brushed against the upper part of the cape, moving it to show a great deal more cleavage.

       Eve was near panic.  Nearly all of her was on display.  Daman was amused.  He loved his mother being on display.  He made sure that she was adequately covered, yet here was a delicious lot of Eve Collins on display.  The pimply faced kid was lost in his lustful revere as Daman slowly pulled away to find a suitable parking spot at the drive-in movie theater.   The theater manager yelled at the pimply faced kid, telling him to pay attention to the customers and keep traffic moving.  The manager could not guess just how much attention he was paying to one special customer.

       Daman’s cock was rigid.  This was going to be a fantastic evening.  In typical young American style, once Daman was parked, he had his mother get in the back seat of his  car.  He needed room to enjoy her body as much as he wanted.  After he seated himself next to Eve, his first action was to remove her cape, and his trousers.  His cock was raised, seemingly throbbing with the beat of his heart.  He stroked it gently as he took in the sight of his naked bound mother sitting next to him.  The faint light from the theater screen was enough to illuminate her naked beauty.  She was a thing of erotic beauty.  From the slope of her breasts, her hardened nipples to her flat belly, well shaped thighs and the dark canyon between her legs where her pussy was hot and moist.

       Daman just had to comment.  “Damn, Lady, you are one hell of a sight.  Stick out your tits, show them to me.  While you are at it, open those great legs.  I want your cunt to be open and available to me.”

       In a surge of lust, Eve pushed out her breasts and opened her legs.  She looked over at Daman, at the look of arousal on his face and his stiff throbbing cock.  She would do her best to make sure this was the best birthday he ever had.  Eve wished her hands were not bound so she could touch Daman’s beautiful cock. 

       This was a classic make out session, except that Eve’s wrists elbows were tied behind her back, and she was the mother…, well, sex slave of her lover, her son.  That did add a little more excitement.  With Daman’s arm around her, they were kissing passionately while he explored her breasts and pussy.  He was rigid, and her cunt was steaming.  To put an edge on the proceedings, Daman produced two clothes pins  He teased her nipples to make the harder.  They were hard, and Eve was very aroused.  She looked at the clothes pins, dreading them being attached to her, yet aroused because she would be required to submit to this torment.

       Daman smiled and said, “O.K., slave, stick those tits out.  I have a little something for them.”

       Eve almost protested, or begged him to not torture her breasts and nipples.  She did not, because very often she was punished for such reluctance to obey.  She drew her shoulders back and thrust her breasts out as far as she could.  Daman leaned down and kissed both sensitive nipples.  They were so hard they ached with desire.

       “There, that’s the way I want my slave to obey.”, he said as he installed a clothes pin on each nipple.

       Eve bit her soft lip as he tormented her breasts.  Even as she felt the pinching pain, she could feel the lustful heat being transmitted to her pussy.  She never understood why this happens, but she enjoyed the feeling her cunt was experiencing.  Daman kissed her, and fondled her abused breasts.  Eve kissed Daman as passionately as she could.  His kisses felt good.  As Daman fondled her breasts, he virtually ignored the clothes pins on her nipple.  He touch and squeezed her breast to his delight, with no thought of her discomfort.  After a bit, Daman could hold out no longer.  He pushed Eve back down onto the rear car seat and made her open her legs.  Daman positioned himself between her open legs, moved into position and put the head of his cock at the soft heated lips of her pussy.  With the clothes pins still on her nipples, a very aroused Eve was watching her son getting ready to fuck her.

       Daman looked down at his mother, “Well, slave cunt, are you ready to be fucked?”

       Eve was almost beside her self with sexual want.  “Yes, please, Daman, please, I want you to fuck me.”

       Daman moved the head of his cock against her cunt lips, but did not enter.  “Slave, when was the last time you had an orgasm?”

       Eve was trying to keep her thoughts straight.  “Oh…,I….uh…two days ago.”

       “How many times have you been fucked in that two days without a climax?”

       Again, she tried to clear her head as she moved her cunt against his cock.  “Uh…um…I…think I have been fucked seven times.  I was not allowed to cum.”

       Daman smiled as he produced a penis gag from a small athletic bag on the floor of his car.  He held it to her mouth.

       “Open slave.  I need to silence you.  I don’t want the neighbors to think I am killing you.  When you are fucked, you become delightfully noisy.”

       Eve knew he was right.  She opened her mouth so Daman could install the penis gag there.  He made sure the gag was deep, and the straps were tight.  He looked down on her, and with a lunge, thrust his cock into her overheated passage.  Eve thought she would pass out from erotic pleasure.  The feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy was magic.  She was being taken to exotic levels of sexual enjoyment..  Daman deliberately altered the tempo of his cock in is mother.  He would take her up the erotic ladder, and then slow down, to bring her down a bit.  Finally, he did not slow his cock.  He keep pounding her pussy with his rod until she had her climax.  She was humping his cock like a woman possessed.  At the height of her climax, Daman jerked the clothes pins from her nipples.  The pain was terrific, but it only added more to her orgasm.  Daman held his orgasm.  He had other plans.

       When Eve came back to reality, he helped her to sit up in the seat.  His cock was still rigid and wet with her juices.  He untied her wrists and elbows.  Eve looked at him questioningly.

       “Mom. I want you on your knees.  You are to suck me to a cum, and you have your hands to make it better for me.”

       Eve did as she was told.  On her knees, between his thighs, she grasped his cock with her right hand while her left hand cupped his balls.  She leaned in and kissed the head of his cock, then used her sweet tongue to lick the head of his cock.  It throbbed every time her tongue touched it.  When she finally slipped his cock into the warm confines of her soft sweet mouth, Daman let out a soft moan of pleasure.  She could taste her juices on her son’s cock.  She was glad her juices were there, and the fact that her son had just fucked her to an awesome orgasm. 

       Eve was an expert in sucking an erect, and aroused cock.  She was going to attempt to give her son the best  cock sucking he had ever had.  Eve used every trick she knew to further arouse him.  As she sucked, her hand stroked him while her tongue lashed the sensitive head of his cock.  She cupped and massaged his balls with the rhythm of her sucking.  At one point, Daman opened his eyes and watched his mother minister to his cock.  He doing so, he looked out the window of his car, and there, looking in the window was the pimply faced kid from the ticket booth.  He was watching Eve suck her son’s cock.  When he realized Daman was watching him, he smiled, turned and left the two lovers alone.  In a matter of a minute or two, Daman’s cock erupted in Eve’s mouth.  As much as she tried, his issue was just too much for her mouth, and a couple of drops from his cock fell to her breasts like liquid pearls.  As she sucked his cock clean, she moved her left hand to her breast, and rubbed the cum into the skin of her breast, much as she would a soothing lotion. 

Continued…………

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        

All About Eve - 8

Eve’s story

       Jim Collins death had put a strain on the Collins family.  The family was in limbo, their future relationships in question.  Prior to his death, his wife, Eve Collins, has been his sex slave since she was eighteen years old.  They had two sons, Daman and David.  When Daman was eighteen, and David was turning sixteen, Jim Collins has made his wife their sex slave, too.  For more than three years Eve had been a sex slave to all the men in her family.  The boys had total access to her.  Eve was not allowed to refuse any order or request made by her sons.  Routinely, she was kept naked, very often bound, tormented, whipped, and subject to any sexual whim the men in her family might have.  It took some adjustments for her, but Eve embraced her sexual slavery.  Jim Collins death stopped all that 

       Now the Collins family was lost, attempting to find their way, to understand their future with each other.  All of her adult life Eve had been a naked, bound sex slave.  She was required to make herself available to her sons and her husband.  There were times when she was available as a sex slave to Jim’s friends.  It is important to observe that Eve was a real sex slave.  She loved being a sex slave.  She embraced the things that happened to her.  Yes, the tortures, the whippings were rough, but the fact the she was made to submit, and endure what ever happened to her was a turn on for her.  When she was being whipped, or tortured, she would have done nearly anything to avoid the pain.   She never understood it, but the pain made the sex better, and the fact that she was made to endure the pain, and forced to submit to the sexual whims of others, raised her libido to a higher level.  Yes, Eve was a sex slave in every sense of the word.  That is what she was, and she never sought an escape from her situation.

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       Eve’s story

       After my husband died, I was lost.  My life had stopped and I did not know what to do.  I married Jim when I was eighteen, and welcomed being his sex slave.  He made all the decisions, and I submitted to his will and desires.  I was always submissive, and had fantasies of being a submissive to a dominant man.  The fact that this man was my husband, a man whom I was in love with, was a dream come true.  When he gave me to my sons, I was scared.  I knew it was against the law, and I knew society frowned on a mother in this situation.  When Jim gave me no choice, I surrendered.  Do I regret submitting to all three men in my family?  No.  I have long realized that I have a slave mentality, and I knew I could not  resist.  I submitted.  Please don’t be too critical of me.  That is who I am.  I am a slave, a sex slave, and I submitted to my husband, Jim, and my two sons, Daman and David.  I have to admit, when I am standing there with my hands behind my back, feeling a rope being wound around my wrists and tightly knotted, my pussy gets wet.  I am aroused, and anticipating what will happen to me.

       As I have said, I was lost, and did not know what I was going to do with my life.  I was not a sex slave any longer.  I would have to make my own decisions, and face life head on all by myself.  On the way back from the memorial service for Jim, my oldest son, Daman, solved the problem.  He had me handcuff myself behind my back, then told me I was going to be his and David’s sex slave just like it has always been.  He said he would give me no choice.  I was their sex slave and that was the way of things.  I was so aroused by the way he took control of me, I could hardly breathe.  I wanted to cry with happiness, and relief.  He opened my dress and started to fondle my breasts and pussy.  At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be kept naked and bound, and be made to have sex with him and David.   I would submit to whatever they wanted.  If they wanted to whip and torment me, then I was ready to endure, and embrace it.  I also knew my future was sealed.

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       On arriving home from Jim Collin’s memorial service Eve was made to completely undress, save for her black high heel pumps and thigh high hose.  Both Daman and David liked that look.  The two boys sat naked on the couch, and at their instructions Eve took turns sucking their cocks.  She knelt before each young man, and while stroking the cock of one of her sons, she was sucking the cock of the other.  It was an easy session.  Eve was not whipped or tormented.  Just good regular vanilla sex.  After she had sucked them a while, they took turns fucking her until Eve and her sons were thoroughly sated. 

       After a light dinner, Eve took a shower, and was allowed to go to bed.  It had been a long and arduous day for her.  After Daman locked her wrists behind her back and put her to bed with which she shared with him, she went to sleep, a quiet sleep induced by a sleeping pill given her by her son.  She needed the rest as she had not slept well since Jim had been killed.  Daman and David stayed up for a while and talked.  Their future, and that of their mother was at stake.  Daman outlined the family finances, which were very good.  They talked about the future slavery of their mother, Eve Collins.  Both agreed that they wanted to take her deeper into sexual slavery than their father had.  Neither son had any intention of eliminating Eve’s slavery.  They were exploring ways to enhance her situation, and make her more of a slave that she was now.

       The next morning when Eve awoke, she found her wrist cuffs had been unlocked and Daman was already up.  Putting on her high heel pumps, and naked, she went into David’s room and found that he was already up.  Quickly she took a shower and fixed her hair and makeup.  Down in the kitchen she found her sons at the breakfast table, enjoying a big breakfast of eggs, sausage, fresh fruit and toast.  Both men were as naked as she was.  A plate had been prepared for her.  Eve went around the table and kissed Daman and David while each fondled her naked breasts and cunt.  She sat down and started to eat the breakfast prepared for her.

       The three engaged in small talk.  Eve could tell there was something on their minds.  It seemed as if Daman wanted to talk about some serious matter, but was holding off.  When she finished eating and was enjoying another cup of coffee, Daman changed the subject of their conversation and became serious.

       “Mother, David and I had a long conversation last night after you went to bed.  I want you to listen to what I have to say.  It is very important.”

       Eve could tell her oldest son was serious.  She had never seen him in such a business like demeanor.  She was concerned, yet she did not know what this conversation as all about.  She nodded her head, acquiescing to Daman.

       Daman continued, “Our lives have changed.  Now that Dad is gone, we are going to adjust our lives to the way we want.  In the past Dad was your sexual master.  Now, David and I have that job.  Dad dictated the terms of your enslavement.  Now, we will do that.  You are our sex slave and we control what happens to you.  I will be your main master as I will be with you more that David will.  Make no mistake, he will have as much access to you as I do.  Your being our sex slave will not change, except, you will be more so.  Do you understand.”

       Eve sat there.  She had put her coffee cup down.  Daman and David were serious.  Things would continue as they had in the past, only more so.  She was a bit scared, but she also knew that if anyone would put their finger in her cunt, they would find it hot and very moist.

       She paused, and then spoke, “Yes, I think I understand.  I…uh…understand what you are saying.  I have every intention of submitting to you.  I love you both, like I loved Jim.  I have accepted the reality that I am a sex slave.  In particular, I am a sex slave belonging to you and David.  Would ….you….uh…. Please tell me… what  you mean by taking me deeper into sexual slavery?”

       Daman looked and David, and back at his mother, and answered.  “Yeah, I’ll tell you.  You deserve an answer because this involves your sexual slavery.  For the most part things will continue like they are.  You will submit to whatever David and I want of you.  While I am not be able to give you specifics, for now, there will be more..  As an example, I do know in your past Dad gave you to other masters to use as their sex slave, let’s say, for the evening.  We think we would like to do that with you.  We have not decided who we will honor with your slavery, but we like the idea.  As with every other sex act required of you, if you do not submit, you will be punished until you comply.  You can expect to be whipped and tormented, and made to submit to any sex act that master wishes.  If we give you to someone, you will submit to him, totally, in the same manner as you submit to us.”

       Daman paused for a minute, as if to give all concerned an opportunity to absorb what he had said, to understand what is at stake.  He continued, “At all times you will be protected from harm.  I did not say you would not be tortured or made to submit to punishments, and if you will, raped.  You will not be injured.  You are precious to us, we love you, but you are our sex slave and we will deal with you as we see fit.”

       Eve was stunned to silence.  While she was in a state of arousal at being a sex slave to her sons, the new element to her life was scary.  She did not know what to do.  It was then she realized that her pussy was soaking wet and she was very aroused.  ‘Dammit’, she thought.  ‘I should be resisting, refusing to submit.  But, I will submit.  Why does my body betray common sense.  I know I probably should not do this, but, Oh God, it is exciting to be a slave!’

       She looked at her sons, “O.K., I …will submit to you both.  Yes…, your…uh… father did give me to a couple of friends of his.  He did this on several occasions.  I just… never thought… I would be given to anyone else.  It…just…never crossed my mind.  Please…, I…uh… don’t quite know what to do.  Please help me to submit and be what you want me to be.”

       Both men smiled, with David in reply, “Well, that settles it.  There is nothing to worry about, and nothing to plan for.  All you have to do is submit, and do what you are told, and trained to do.  If you don’t do as you are told, you will be punished.”

       David got up and walked to his mother.  He bent down and kissed her as he fondled her naked breast, twisting her nipple.  Eve responded, kissing him as passionately as she knew.  Her hand went to his hardening cock.  She stroked him while he kissed and fondled her.  Where he had touched her breast, and twisted her nipple, her breast felt as if it was on fire, that fire being transmitted to her pussy.

       David stood up, and continued the conversation as Eve stroked his cock.  “Now, I have to go back to college in a few days, and will not have you around to enjoy.  So, Daman and I agreed that I would take you to a friend’s cabin where you will be my exclusive naked captive prisoner and sex slave for a couple of days.  It will give us a chance to get better acquainted, and give me something to remember until I get back from school.”

       Eve softly bit her lip as she continued to stroke David’s cock.  She felt his cock throb in her hand.  She knew a couple of days under the exclusive control of her youngest son could be a little rough.  David really enjoyed binding and torturing her.  On many occasions she had wept as she struggled under David’s whip.  He was a much more demanding master than Daman.  She knew she had no choice in the matter.  Quietly, she nodded her head as she squeezed the shaft of his rigid cock.  A golden drop of pre-cum appeared on it’s purple head.  David bent down again, and kissed her.  Eve leaned over to David’s cock, kissed the pre-cum on the tip, then slipped her lips around his cock taking it into her mouth.

       Bound, tightly bound was Eve’s condition.  David had bound her wrists behind her with cotton rope, and the same with her elbows, bringing them together in the small of her back.  To his delight this forced Eve’s rather sizeable breasts out to a more prominent position on her chest.  Several strands of rope were tightly wound around her waist and tied there.  Another rope was doubled and tied to the front of the waist rope at her navel.  That rope became a crotch, or a cunt rope.  It was pulled tightly between her legs, through the soft nether lips of her pussy, up the sweet crevice of her ass to her bound wrists.  The cunt rope was pulled tightly and tied to her wrists.  This meant that every time she moved her wrists or arms, the cunt rope would dig itself more deeply into her soft pussy.  Both her ankles and thighs were tightly bound.

       Her only clothes was her black patent lather high heel pumps and a black cape covering her nakedness.  She sat in the front seat of the Mercedes as David drove them to a cabin in the mountain.  A quite and private place to take a prisoner, a sex slave, and to do anything one wishes with her.  The cabin was well hidden, away from prying eyes.  A perfect  place for David to have his way with Eve, his mother.

       David spoke as he drove.  “We are gong to have a great  couple of days.  I will have time to spend giving you all my attention.  I want to change things, a bit.  From now on, when you are under bondage, torture or submitting to me sexually, I will not refer to you as mother.  You will be “slave“, “cunt“, or Eve.  I will be “Master” or “Sir”.  If you fail to remember that, you will be punished.”

       Eve quietly replied, “Yessir.”

       As uncomfortable as she was, as apprehensive as she was, her pussy was hot and literally bubbling with her hot pussy juices.  She was scared, yet she had to admit she was aroused.  As he drove David would play with her breasts, squeezing them and toying with her nipples.  He had opened her cape so he could see her nakedness and have access to her body.  This added to her arousal level.  From time to time he was move his hand down her smooth belly and grasp the rope running tightly through the soft lips of her pussy.  Grasping the rope, he would pull it tight, causing it to bit into the soft tissues of her pussy, and the flesh and skin around her sweet asshole.  These two facilities were already on “fire”.  This additional torment added to her discomfort and pain, and to her pleasure.

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       Eve’s story

       I didn’t quite know how to react to what I had just been told.  Part of me was excited about my sons’ plans for me, but part of me was afraid.  I guess I was in a state of mild shock, trying to digest everything.  Being more of a slave was not a problem, but submitting to another man had not crossed my mind.  I was not sure what to think.  Daman had me to stand up.  He hugged and kissed me as he fondled my breasts and pussy.  When he found my pussy to be wet, he smiled and kissed me again.  He told me what a beautiful hot slave I was.  I welcomed his kisses and the touching and fondling of my body.  I had to trust him.  I had no choice.

       Daman broke his hug of me, and David announced that I would be his exclusive slave for the next couple of days,.  When he told me to put my hands behind my back, I did as I was told while he went about tying me, and making me helpless.  I did not have time to think about what was going to happen.  I just knew that I was already aroused, and this made me more so. He loved to make the ropes tight, nearly cutting off the circulation to my hands.  I don’t quite know how he managed that, but in that area he had talent.  There was no possibility of escaping his bonds.  After draping a black cape around my shoulders, he walked me out to our family car, a Mercedes 500 sedan.  He placed me in the front passenger seat.  Using additional rope he tied my ankles and thighs together, very tightly.  I could not remember being tied so tightly.  Yes, I was uncomfortable, and my pussy was screaming in protest.  Yet, I was aroused.  My predicament only made me more aroused.  I have never really understood why being helpless and being made to endure discomfort and pain arouses me.  I have known other women, and men, who experience the same thing.  I suppose the only explanation is that we are truly slaves, and being under the sexual control of another person is what we desire. 

       I sat in the car as David loaded groceries into the back seat, along with a small suit case that I knew contained whips, ropes, straps and other items to keep a slave helpless and miserable.  He packed some clothing for himself, but nothing for me.  That pretty well spelled out what kind of a trip we were taking.  As we drove away from the house, David opened my cape, exposing all of me to his view and hands.  I loved him fondling my breasts, and gritted my teeth as he pulled on the cunt rope running through my pussy.  David told me that for the next couple of days I would be constantly restrained, not a moment of freedom.  He brought no clothing for me, so I was to remain bound, and naked.  I was not to speak unless he gave me permission.  If I violated that rule, I would be punished and gagged for the remainder of our stay at the cabin.  He reminded me of something he had said early on in our master/slave relationship.  He had told me that a slave’s mouth should always be filled.  It should be filled with a gag, a cock, or her master’s tongue.  To prove his point, when he turned off the main highway, and onto the private dirt road to the cabin, he pulled a rather formidable penis gag from his toy kit.  He kissed me for the longest time, making sure his tongue explored my mouth, then he ordered me to open my mouth.

       “I intend to keep you quiet.  You need to know that you will not be able to complain when I am dealing with you.  This will also let you know that you must not talk without my permission.  Now, open your mouth, Cunt.”

       I opened my mouth, into which David pushed this penis gag.  It was the full size of an erect cock, so was a mouth full.  He pulled the connecting strap behind my head and pulled it tight, pushing the gag deeper into my mouth.  When he was satisfied, he pulled the strap through the buckle and locked it closed.  He move his hand down to my breasts, specifically my right breast and nipple.  He grasped the nipple and started to pinch and twist it.  The pain was tremendous.

       “Slave Cunt, I am going to twist this nipple until you scream”, he growled.

       True to his word, he did.  I resisted, only for a moment, then I screamed.  The gag was effective.  Only a slight murmur could be heard.  Satisfied, he released my poor nipple, and started to drive again.

       David smile as he looked at his naked, gagged, bound and tormented sex slave mother, and said, “This is going to be one fantastic weekend.”

       All I could do was to sit there, helpless and miserable, yet very aroused, and nod my head quietly.  I looked at David as he drove, and thought what a handsome young man he had become.  He had his fathers instinct to demand much of me.  I had every reason to believe this was going to be a very rough couple of days.

       At the cabin, David untied my legs, only to retie my ankles with a hobble rope.  Each ankle was tied with about twelve inches of rope between them, allowing me to walk with short minced step.  With my wrists and arms tied behind me I had to be very careful to not fall down.  David removed my cape and ordered me to go into the cabin while he unloaded the car. 

       “Slave Cunt, I opened the door to the cabin.  You are to go inside and wait for me while I bring our stuff in.“

       David patted my tightly bound pussy, and said, “No, I will not untie your cunt and you will remain naked.  I know it will hurt when you walk, but that is the way I want it.  Now, go into the house and wait for me.“

       He slapped my pussy, then pointed me towards the house.  I did as he asked, but as I walked the cunt rope was rubbing furiously against my poor abused pussy and clitoris.  Because of the short tether rope tied between my ankles, the walk was more difficult and I had to take more and shorter steps.  I am sure I was quite a site.  A naked tightly bound woman in very high heel shoes, taking short steps, making her breasts bounce and shake as she walked.  This cause my poor pussy more pain,  Even as I walked, feeling the discomfort of the pussy rope, I could feel my clit being rubbed and excited.  It aroused me to the point of a near climax.  I was afraid if I had a cum, I might fall down, so I tried to concentrate on other things.  The burning of the ropes in my pussy was devastating.  The burning pain was turning to arousal.  It was difficult, but I managed.  Once inside, I waited for David to come inside and start me slave time with him. 

       I stood very still to ease the pressure on my pussy.  I was both very aroused and afraid.  As I stood there I looked around the room I was standing in.  This was a very nice cabin.  Then I noticed it.  Directly behind me was a large full length mirror.  I turned to face it.  I guess I had never paid much attention to what I look like when I am naked and bound.  There I was.  I could see how I was tied, the cunt rope running through my pussy.  My pussy was hot and soaking in my own juices as the rope did it’s job.  I could see how my breasts were displayed because of my elbow bondage.  Most of the lower part of my face was covered with the penis gag.  I looked like the prisoner/slave that I was.  The view in the mirror told anyone who could see it, that anything was possible with me.  I had no choice.  I had to submit to anyone who had power over me.  I walked close to the mirror to get a better look. 

       I don’t want to sound narcissistic but I was pleased that I had maintained my body and legs.  I have been told that I don’t look my thirty nine years, and now I could believe it.  It aroused me to see me standing there naked, so helpless and tied so tightly.  The black patent leather high heels I was wearing gave my legs a great look. I could see how a dominant man would be very turned on by my predicament.  I could understand why my sons liked to torture and fuck me.  The sight of me made me realize that David was probably very aroused, and this could be a very arduous couple of days.  There was nothing I could do but submit to him and endure what ever he wanted to do.  I hoped he would fuck me, and fuck me, and……   

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All About Eve - 9

Eve’s Story

       Eve was still standing before the full length mirror when David walked into the cabin.  He walked up behind her and put his arms around her, gathering up both her breasts in his hand, squeezing and kneading them.

       “Like what you see”, he asked.

       Eve blushed.  She had to admit to herself that she did like what she saw.  She knew she was very hot looking.  As David pulled her back into him she could feel his hard cock with her bound hands.  As best she could she grasped his cock through his trousers.  She was proud that at thirty nine years old she could arouse a twenty one year old man.

       David continued to play with her breasts as he let his other hand slide down her body to her cunt. Even thought her pussy was tightly and uncomfortably bound, she loved the feel of his fingers on her pussy lips.  David kissed her on the cheek

       “You are one hot looking cunt slave.  I am really going to enjoy being alone with you.”

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       Eve’s Story

       I don’t know how to explain it.  I had seen pictures of my self, but never in a life sized mirror, especially like this.  It was like looking at another woman.  A pretty woman who was a slave, a prisoner, severely bound and gagged.  It was obvious that her only purpose was to look like a hot bound sex slave.  Someone had bound her, gagged her, made her naked and put very high heels on her feet.  The only reason was that her “master” wanted her to look like that.  She was helpless, and seductive.  She was waiting for be ravished.  The woman in the mirror could not expect to be rescued by the police.  What would she say when they asked, “How did you get tied up, and gagged?  Did you struggle and try to get away?“  That woman, especially me, was not a victim.  She, and I,  submitted, agreed to what was happening, and what ever would happen.  She had no rescue, and deserved none.  She was a slave, and slaves have no choice, and no rescue. 

       I loved the look of the “other woman”, even though I knew it was me.  It excited me to know that it was me in the mirror, waiting to be ravished.  There was no other reason for me to be naked, and bound like this.  I am a slave, a sex slave, and anything was possible with me.  Even though I was in pain with my pussy being tortured, I shivered with erotic excitement.  There was an excitement, an sexual arousal knowing I could not be rescued.  Knowing that my “captor” could do what he wished with me, and I could not complain, object, or refuse.  I guess I never thought of my sexual slavery in these terms.  Now I could comprehend what Daman was talking about when he told me they were going to take me deeper into sexual slavery.

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       David grasped the cunt rope and pulled her around until she was facing him.  He kissed her gagged mouth as he pulled her to him.

       “Let’s go into the living room.  I’ll show you some mercy and remove the cunt rope.  Would you like that, Slave?”

       Eve nodded her head as he used the cunt rope like a leash, pulling her into the living room of the cabin.  In the living room David sat down on the couch, making Eve stand in front of him.  He turned her until her soft ass was facing him.  He untied the cunt rope from her wrists.  She was then turned around until David was facing her pussy.  Slowly he pulled the rope from the sweet crevice of her ass and the from in between the lips of her cunt.  The imbedded rope was nearly adhered to the tender tissues of her nether lips.  The pain was significant.  Eve bit down hard on her penis gag and closed her pretty blue eyes was she endured this pain.  The pain was registered on he beautiful face.  After the rope was removed she just stood there absorbing the pain.  Then she felt David’s fingers on her pussy.  It felt like he had lotion on his hands.  She looked down and saw that he was ministering to her abused cunt with a refreshing lotion of some type.  It felt good.  It seemed as he her cunt lips swelled to this gentle massage.  His fingers lingered on and around her clit.  Once again she was approaching a climax.  Just prior to that explosion, David pulled his hand away from her gently humping hips and pussy.  Eve looked down at David with a desperate look on her face.  She wanted to cum, desperately.

       David chuckled, “No, Cunt, not now.  I’ll tell you when you can cum.  Get on your knees.”

       Eve obeyed, and knelt down on her knees.  David stood and removed his trousers.  He was not wearing underwear.  His rigid cock seemed threatening as it pointed directly at her face.  David sat back down, and motioned for her to move between his legs and come to him.  She did his bidding.

       David spoke softly.  “Cunt, I am going to remove your gag.  Remember, not a word unless I say so.  Understand?”

       Eve nodded her head.  David reached around her head and unlatched the buckle connecting the gag strap.  After doing so, he slowing pulled the large penis gag from her mouth.  Eve breath in a large fresh breath of air.  It was good to have the gag removed from her.  David lay the gag on the seat of the couch, and put his hands on both sides of her pretty face.  Quickly, she exercised her jaws muscles so they would not cramp.  He pulled her face to his, and kissed her long and passionately.  Eve responded in like kind.  Her kiss was hot and passionate.  Finally David broke the kiss and leaned back on the couch, his erection standing straight up from his pelvis.  He looked at his mother.  ‘Damn, she is pretty, and she is hot.  She is pretty and has a great body, including an outstanding pair of tits‘, he thought.  David reached over to the small suit case caring sex toys and removed a pair of Japanese butterfly nipple clamps.  These clamps had a three feet long piece thin leather strap connected to them, much like a leash.

       “Slave”, spat David.  “Move over here and stick out your tits.”

       Eve crawled over on her knees and did as she was told and raised her breasts to him.  David leaned down and took the nipple of her right breast into his mouth, sucking and teasing.  Eve closed her eyes.  His mouth felt good on her breast.  When he was satisfied that it was hard enough, he moved his hand to that breast and installed the painful clamp to the nipple.  Eve groaned at the pain the clamp was causing her

       “Cunt, hold your tongue.  I don’t want to hear any complaints!”

       Eve silenced herself.  David was now sucking on her other nipple.  After a minute or two, he put the other butterfly clamp on her left nipple.  Eve was able to quiet herself, even though her nipples and breasts were hurting.  The pain in her nipples was being transmitted to her pussy in the form of erotic heat.  She was hurting, yet aroused. 

       David grasped the leather leashes and pulled on the clamps.  Eve felt the pressure and pain and hurried to follow where he was leading.  She never thought of resisting, only to obey her “master”.

       “Cunt Slave, suck my cock, now”, he ordered.

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       Eve’s story

       At least my poor abused pussy was feeling better.  Now my nipples were hurting.  I looked down at my tortured nipples and breasts.  I could see the clamps, but I was bound and could not touch them, to clutch my breasts to ease the pain.  I loved sucking David, and Daman’s cock.  They have magnificent cocks.  I love being made to suck them.  David, however, likes to add pain to the sex act.  He knows I will suck him, but he wants to torture my nipples and breast while I suck him.  I hate the pain, but it does my make me “hot”.  I do notice, however, I tend to do a better job of sucking his cock when he jerks on me nipples.

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       Eve made the familiar moves to position herself in front of David’s cock.  Leaning forward, she kissed the head of his cock.  She could feel it throb as she did so.  After kissing and licking the head and shaft of his cock, she took it into her mouth.  Even if he did deal her a lot of discomfort and pain, she loved his cock.  She loved the feel of it, and the taste of it.  She never tired of sucking his or Daman’s cock.  As she sucked, she was becoming more aroused.  Her pussy was on fire.

       She was working diligently on his cock.  From time to time David would pull or jerk on the leashed connected to the clamps on her nipples.  This would cause her to redouble her efforts to satisfy him.  David moved his bare foot between her thighs, and against her overheated pussy.  Eve could not help herself.  As she sucked David’s cock, she was moving her sensitive cunt against his foot.  It felt good.

       In a matter of a few minutes, she could detect David’s hips moving with her mouth movements.  Soon he was thrusting his cock into her mouth.  She know he was soon to climax.  In about another fifteen seconds his cock erupted.  Her mouth and throat was filled with his issue.  It was so hot it felt like her throat was being scalded.  In her excitement, Eve lost control and had an involuntary climax.  Suddenly, as she was taking in his hot juices, her cunt exploded as she humped it against his foot..  Her hips were humping as if she were with a phantom lover.  She lost concentration and let his cock slip from her mouth as she buried her head in his lap with his flagging cock resting against her soft delicate cheek.  Finally, her cum subsided and she regained her senses.  She raised her head and saw David looking down at her, with a frown on his face.

       “Slave, you just fucked up!  You know you are not to cum without me saying you can.  Next, you are supposed to concentrate totally on sucking my cock until I say you are through.  You’ve got a problem, Cunt!”

       Eve attempted to say something, to apologize, to beg forgiveness, but David cut her short.  “Stop!  You are not to speak.  Now look at the mess you made.  There is some cum on the inside of my thigh, and my cock is not clean.  You had better get to it”, David ordered.

       Eve quickly licked the cum from his thigh, and took his cock into her mouth, sucking it clean.  The whole time David was watching her.  She knew she was in trouble.  Eve knew she was going to be punished.

       ‘I’ve never lost control like that’, she thought.  ’Could it be that being treated more harshly arouses me so much I can cum like that?  God, what am I going to do.  My body is out of control.’

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       Eve’s Story

       

       My mind was totally confused and the point of befuddlement.  I was terrified.  I did not know what David was going to do.  I knew I “fucked” up!  I would do anything to make it up to him, but I knew I would not get a chance.  I knew he was going to torture me in some way.

       I had been treated very painfully and harshly all afternoon.  Yet, I had never been so aroused in my life.  It seemed that the rougher David was, the more I responded.  I could see how it would be easy to take me deeper into sexual slavery.  Here I was, in significant pain, and had rubbed my pussy against his foot and had a climax.  I have never done that.  My, God, what is next.

       I even got aroused at my narcissistic thoughts when I was looking at my naked and bound self in the mirror.  I knew I looked hot, and I was glad my son had forced me into this position.  As harshly as he treated me, I only got hotter.  What am I to do?  Now that I had a cum without permission, and botched sucking his cock, I know I will be punished, probably very harshly.  So help me, I am scared to distraction, yet I am aroused at the prospect of being forced to accept this punishment.  What a conflict of  emotions.

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       David stood up and helped Eve to her feet.  He pickup of the discarded penis gag, and then grasped the leashes to her nipple clamps, pulling her by it towards the bedroom.  Eve did her best to stay up with him, hoping to reduce the discomfort in her nipples.

       “Get on the bed”, David ordered.  “In the middle of the bed.”

       Eve climbed onto the king size four poster bed.  Because of her bondage, she experienced a little difficulty, but she managed to get to the middle of the bed.  David ordered her to lay face up, with her legs spread.  Her bound arms and hands were trapped beneath her and the painful butterfly clamps were still on her nipples.  From his small suitcase of bondage toys and whips, he pulled out a medium weighted multi-thronged fogger type whip.

       David looked down in Eve, and spoke.  “Cunt, here’s how this is going to go.  You let your cunt get out of control and climaxed without permission.  So, it is your cunt that gets punished.  I am going to whip your cunt.  You are to keep your legs spread and your mouth shut.  No matter how much you cunt is whipped, no matter how it hurts, you are to keep you legs open, no matter what.”

       Eve knew this was going to be difficult.  She lay there, her legs spread, as David climbed onto the bed with her.  Before she could brace herself, David raised the whip into the air and brought it down rather sharply down on her pussy.  She gasped, then closed her mouth, biting her soft lower lip.  The pain wasn’t bad, but the next lashes were harder.  After about five or six lashes, the pain increasing with each lash.  Eve was whimpering, when suddenly she could not hold her legs open and after a particular hard lash against her cunt, she jerked her legs closed.

       “Pleeeease, David, Sir.  Please, not so hard”, Eve pleaded.

       “Slave, shut up.  You know you deserve this punishment, don’t you?”

       “Yessir, I do, but please not so hard.  I can’t keep my legs opens.  Please, if you must, please tie my legs”, she begged.

       “Wow!  You’re asking me to tie your legs open.  Why?’

       Eve swallowed hard, and answered, “Well…, yes… Sir.  I am not strong enough to hold my legs open while you punish me pussy.  If I fail, you will punish me more.  If I am tied…, then I have to bear it.  I have no choice.  It makes it easier.  I know that sounds strange but it is easier to endure it.”

       “So let me understand”, David asked.  “You want me to tie your legs open, so I can whip you harder.  Is that what you are saying?  If that is what you want, beg me.“

       Eve, with tears running from her pretty blue eyes asked, “Please sir.  Please pie me legs open so I can’t move.  Please.“

       David’s cock surged and throbbed.  He looked down on her pretty face, with tears in her eyes as she begged him to tie her legs.  She was incredible!

       “Damn, this sounds strange, but, I can’t argue with that kind of logic.  Besides, I like your legs tied open.  But, you violated a silence rule.  Open your mouth.”

       Eve opened her pretty mouth as David reinstalled the penis gag.  Next he set about making Eve spread her legs, widely, and tying them open to the corner posts at the foot of the bed.  His mother had great legs.  He loved seeing high heels on her feet, which made her legs look even better.  All his life he enjoyed looking at them, now he was playing with them, whipping them and binding them.  He looked down at her body.  He did not know of another woman with a body and legs like his mother’s, and now it was his to do as he wanted.  Her cunt looked soft and vulnerable.  It was going to be exciting to whip her pretty cunt.  Life was good for David Collins.  Then he had an additional idea to add to her torment.  The butterfly clamps were still on her nipples.  He grasped the leashes attached to the nipples, and pulled them up and out to the upper corners of the bed.  There, with additional length of ropes he secured them to the corner posts at the head of the bed.  Now her beautiful breasts were being pulled by their nipples to the corners of the bed.  If she struggled she would be pulling on her own clamped nipples.  He liked that idea, and how she looked.

       He sat down beside his mother and started to fondle her cunt, especially her clit.  Very soon Eve was aroused again and her hips were moving with his manipulations.  Just as she was enjoying it, he stopped and picked up his whip.  Again, he brought the whip down sharply against her pussy.  He was whipping harder and faster.  After a few lashes Eve was struggling and mewing into her gag.  She was crying, sobbing as the whipping continued.  The pain was more than she had ever experienced.  Soon she was screaming into the gag.  He stopped for a minute, and lashed her breasts a few times.  The pain was significant.  Her breasts were being whipped, which made her nipple jerk against the clamps.  Finally, David dropped the whip.  He rubbed her pussy, inserting his finger in her well lubricated hot vaginal canal.  She might be in serious pain, but she was very aroused. 

       David had achieved another erection, a massive erection.  Whipping and torturing Eve was like Viagra to him.  It excited him.  Now he wanted to fuck her.  He crawled between her legs and slipped his cock into her heated cunt.  Eve moaned loudly as this phallic invasion.  Her poor battered cunt welcomed this invasion.  As David started to fuck his mother, she moved her hips to meet his thrust.  She moved as best she could giving her severe bondage.  As Eve and David moved with his thrusts, her nipples were being pulled even more.  David was fucking her like a man possessed.  Eve was beginning to lose touch with the real world.  At the pace they were fucking, it did not take long.  In a matter of a minute or two David was shooting red hot jets of cum into her pussy while Eve was experiencing a massive climax.  When he felt that she was starting to cum, he reached to her nipples and jerked the clamps off.  The pain was horrific, yet it was immediately transmitted as sexual heat to her cunt.  She creamed into her gag, both from the pain, and the terrific sexual heat in her pussy and her monumental climax.  At one point, she was so aroused she passed out for a moment out two.  David collapsed on top of Eve, with his throbbing cock still buried in her.

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       Eve’s  story        

       I was near a panic.  I knew my punishment was going to be severe.  When he gagged me, I knew David was in command, and would not be satisfied until I had been soundly whipped.  As strange at is sounds, I was glad I asked him to tie me more stringently.  I knew it aroused my son, and I knew I would have to be tied to endure what he was about to do.  The additional touch of tying my clamped nipples to the bed posts was another genius stroke.  Yes, it did cause my nipples to hurt, but to be tethered by your breasts is in itself exciting.

       At this point, I could not think straight.  Yes, I was aroused, and I wanted to be fucked, yet I was scared to death.  I did not want the pain, yet I knew it was coming and there was nothing I could do.  I was terrifyingly aroused!!

       Afterwards, David fucked me.  It was more like a rape that making love.  I suppose it was what is called for in situations like this.  After what I had endured, and how excited and aroused I was, I loved his fucking me.  I love to have his cock in my mouth, and in my pussy.  I was still in pain, but I was riding on an erotic cloud!

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       The two “lovers” lay there, anchored together by his cock and her pussy.  When he regain his senses, he withdrew from her well used and abused cunt.  As he sat there beside her, he removed her gag.  He kissed Eve, passionately, and Eve returned his kiss.

       “Slave, you are an excellent slave, and a hell of a lover”, David said.  “You may speak if you wish.”

       Eve smiled, “Thank you, Sir.  I hope you are happy.  Thank you for fucking me.  If you let me, I would love to clean you cock for you.  Thank you for making your slave happy.”

       David set about untying Eve, her legs first.  Then he removed the ropes from her wrists and elbows.  Her arms were stiff from being bound so long so David massaged them for a minute or two, then ordered her into the shower.  The two showered together, with Eve bathing her son, making sure she paid particular attention to his cock and balls.  After they dried off, she put her high heel shoes back on, after which David locked her hands behind her back with soft leather cuffs.  Again, he kissed her as he fondled her.

         They were tired, exhausted. so David put her to bed, removed her shoes and climbed in next to her.  In a matter minutes they were asleep.  They were lying in a “spoon’ position.  Eve had her back to David, and he with his arm around her, holding her breast.  Eve’s bound hands are touching his cock.  Eve wrapped her hand around his cock.  She loved her son, and she loved his cock.  Somewhere in the night, Eve woke up as David was pushing he erect phallus into her pussy.  He fucked her until he had a cum, but deliberately did not allow her to cum.  He did order her to use her mouth to clean his cock.

       Now, here she was, her back to David as she held his cock while he slept.  Eve was having trouble getting back to sleep.  She still had the taste of his cock in  her mouth.  She was still aroused, and her heated well fucked cunt wanted to cum.  It seemed to Eve that she was forever being denied a chance to cum.  It seemed that she was forever aroused, and wanted to be fucked.  She knew it was by design, but she was helpless to change things.  That raised her libido even higher.  As she lay there holding her son’s semi-erect cock, she wondered what new tortures tomorrow would bring..

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All About Eve - 10

Eve’s story

       On the afternoon of the second day David and Eve arrived back at their home.  Eve had just experienced the most arduous sexual experience in her life.  On the second day at the cabin with David, she had been awaked early by Daman fucking her.  Once again, he denied her a climax.  Frustration was her primary emotion.  She wanted desperately to enjoy a orgasm with her son.  David would not allow it.

       After breakfast, he had taken her back to the bedroom where he tied her with her hands together, and stretching them up to an eye bolt in the ceiling.  David spent quite a bit of time whipping her.  When he was finished, her breasts, ass, pussy area and the fronts and backs of her thighs were covered with marks left by his whip.  Eve had never been whipped so soundly.  As severely as she had been whipped, her libido was not diminished.  Her cunt was still a caldron.

       Before leaving to return home, he took his mother to the living room.  There her wrists and elbows were once again tied tightly behind her back.  Next he tied her in a familiar position.  He seated her on the couch, but had her sit close to the edge until her ass was partly off the couch.  Using cushions from the couch, placed behind her, she was made to sit, leaning back, on a slight recline.  Finally, David tied ropes around each of her ankles, and then spreading her legs widely, the tied the ropes to the legs of the couch.  Now her high heel shod feet and legs were widely spread, and she was helpless with her cunt be the center focus of anyone looking at her.        David knelt in front of her, and leaned down, placing his mouth on her pussy while he stroked his own cock.  He spent considerable time sucking her cunt and nibbling on her clit.  His tongue was doing incredible things to her clit.  Eve was a crazy woman.  She was beginning to lose a sense of reality.  All Eve could think about was what David was doing to her pussy.  She wanted to cum, but he would not allow her.  Every time she got close to a climax, David would move his mouth away from her pussy, leaving her humping her thighs, as best she could, begging to cum.  David produced a light weight whip and whipped her cunt until she settled down.  This went on for at least a half hour.  Finally, kneeling in front of her, he pushed his heated painfully rigid cock into her scalding hot cunt.  Eve nearly passed out with pleasure.  David fucked her soundly, allowing Eve to cum.  Their orgasms exploded together.  Eve thought her climax would never stop.  When her orgasms were denied to her, and when she was finally allowed to cum, it was is if she would die from the pleasure of it.  It was a grand finale to a stringent, painfully exciting two days and one night with her son.

       It was time to go home.  David had to leave the next morning for college.  On the ride home, both were sexually sated, and exhausted.  Still, David kept her bound and had her cape open so he could appreciate her nakedness.  It had been a rough and painful time for Eve, but she had to silently admit to herself that she enjoyed her time with David.

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       Eve’s story

       Admittedly, there were moments at the cabin with David when I was terrorized.  I did not know what he was going to do, and how much pain he was going to give me.  When I was being tortured, I wondered if I could bear it, and would he injure me.  Yes, it was rough, very rough, but by same token, it was hot.  It seemed that because we were alone, and I was his complete slave with no interference, he was free to do what he wanted.  He is a master with a whip.  Yes, the pain was terrible.  When he whipped my breasts I thought they were on fire.  Yet, as usual, that pain was transmitted to my pussy in the form of erotic heat.  I am sure that David will create ways for him to have me alone again, and yes that scares me, but then it arouses me.  Don’t ask me to explain this, I simply cannot fully understand it all.  I accept it.  That is how I live with it.  I wait for my reward of his cock, and those times when he will allow me to have a climax.  I hope you understand.

       On our ride home, David kept my wrists and elbows bound behind me.  He had opened my cape and played with my pussy and breasts, keeping me aroused.  I wanted to show him how much I enjoyed myself, so I turned in the car seat and bent down to kiss the crotch of his trousers.  He reacted by unzipping his trousers and extracting his cock.  I wish I had not been bound, because I would have loved to touch and stroke his cock as I sucked him.  Yes, I sucked him.  My tongue lashed the head of his cock. I used every trick I knew to pleasure him.  Finally, he had to pulled to the side of the road while I sucked him to a wonderful orgasm.  It just seemed to be a fitting way to express my love for him.

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       David left early that morning after breakfast and having Eve suck his cock.  She watched him drive away, wondering what the next time will be like, and if she could endure it.  Yes, she could because she would be made to endure what ever he wanted.

       Daman had left the house, running a few errands.  Eve cleaned house and did the dishes.  As usual, she was wearing her uniform of nakedness and a of red high heel pumps.  Lately she had been wearing a leather collar and matching leather wrist and ankle cuffs.  She had these on because she knew Daman would want it that way.

       Around noon Daman returned to the house and told her to come into the living room with him.  He was excited about something and wanted to tell her all about it.  Eve sat down next to Daman, his arm was around her shoulders and he was fondling her breasts.  They were still a little tender from the whippings they had received from David’s whip.  He hugged her and kissed her.  Eve responded with a passionate kiss.

       “Lady, I’ve got something to tell you.  I told you we were going to expand you slavery, get a little deeper.  We here is our next step.  There are several groups around the country, membership organizations, for people like us, for masters and slaves.  We have one here in our area called the MidWestern Power Exchange.  They call themselves MPEX.  I have a couple of friends who are members.  It is a very discreet group of people who are dedicated to bondage, the whole BDSM scene.  To be honest, they would probably frown on a mother and son incest couple.  So when we go, we will be a age difference couple.  Yeah, you’re a little older than I am, but you are a pretty lady.  I am thinking about joining, and taking you with me as my sex slave.  What do you think?”

       Eve paused, thinking about what Daman had just said.  “Uh…what…do they do at their…uh…gatherings?”

       “Well”, Daman replied.  “A slave is always with her master, and he dictates what happens to her.  For the most part slave are naked, or near so, and usually restrained in some fashion.  Yes, masters can engage in torment and sexual acts with their slave there, and some masters “swap” slaves for some torture or some type of sex.  No one is to touch, or talk to a slave with her master’s approval.  I want to go to a meeting, or two, to see what it is all about, then probably join.  Yes, I am taking you as my slave.”

       Again, Eve was silent.  She did not quite know what to do.  This was a dramatic addition to her sexual slavery.  Part of her was scared to death, while the other part of her psyche was very curious and wanted to see what this was all about.  She trusted Daman to take care of her, to not let anything happen to her, but still she knew she was a sex slave and she was committed to obeying him.

       Eve asked, “If we go, what do I wear, what do I have to do…, I don’t know what to say.  Please help me.”

       Daman smiled and gave her naked breast a friendly squeeze, then leaned down to kiss her.  He loved kissing her, especially, the way she always returned a kiss, passionately.

       “Well, sweet slave, you will go with me, bound and naked.  You will wear your collar, ankle and wrist cuffs, and high heel shoes.  That is all.  There is a lot of nudity there, so you will not be alone.  I may even gag you.  You will do what ever I tell you to do.  You will be with me all the time.  Until we go there and see what happens there, I am not sure what will happen, or will be done to you.  I suppose it would be really cool to have you suck my cock.  I love to see my cock in your pretty mouth, and I am sure others will too.”

       Eve did not know what to say.  It was obvious that Daman had made up his mind, and that she would be going to the meeting of MPEX, bound and naked.  Her pussy began to ache with arousal, yet in a very real way she was very apprehensive about this.  There was a bottom line, she would obey Daman.

       He kissed her again, then said, “We will be going to their meeting tomorrow night.  I will take it easy on you until then.  I want you to concentrate on your grooming, makeup and hair tomorrow.  I am proud of the way you look, but tomorrow I want you to “go” high fashion with you make up.  We leave here about 8:00.  It is about an hour drive to their meeting place.  OK”.

       She just nodded her head, then turned to Daman and kissed him again.  Daman’s hand slipped down her silky belly to her pussy.  He found her to be hot and her precious cunt was hot and wet.

       “Slave Cunt, come with me.  I haven’t touched you since you went with David.  I need some fucking, now.”

       A smiling Eve Collins headed towards the bedroom with her son following her.  Yes, that would be nice.  A love making session would make her feel a lot better.

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       Eve’s story

       This took me by surprise.  Yes, my husband had given me to some of his friends, but that was always in private.  I have never been naked in public, or a public place with other people who might be naked, and or naked and bound.  If we are new to that group, then I am sure we will be a item of curiosity, and people, specifically other men, will want to see me.  They will want to see my bound nakedness.  My helplessness.  I am sure they will be thinking how much they would like to whip me or fuck me.  I should have asked more questions, but didn’t know what to ask.  Perhaps, I should have refused, but we have talked about that.  I am a slave, and it is not my nature to resist.  Next, Daman and I had already agreed that he could do whatever he wants with me.  If I resist, or refuse, he has the right to force me, to make me do what ever he wants.  Then he will punish me for resisting.

       I can’t imagine being bound and naked in front of others.  Everyone will be looking at me.  Daman will be showing me off, making sure everyone got a good look at his naked “girl friend” who is all tied up and helpless.  Since he mentioned it, I am sure he will make me suck him off in front of other people.  I really don’t know how I will deal with that.

       When I think about it, yes, will be humiliating, but I can see where it would be exciting, a “rush”, but I still don‘t know how I will deal with it.  I wonder what Daman will do with me at MPEX.  Will he give me to others?  Will he torture or whip me there?  Will he allow others to torture or whip me?  I knew I would not get much sleep tonight.  Even though we had a great love making session, no whipping or torment, just plain of vanilla love making, I should have been able to sleep like a baby.  But, no, I lay awake thinking about what Daman had told me, and what would happen at MPEX .  Finally, as I tugged on the cuffs that restrained my arms behind me, I reasoned that there was nothing I could do about it, so I would just submit to Daman, so we shall see what we would see.

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       Eve stood in the living room of the Collins home.  She had just finished styling her hair and had finished with her make up.  She knew she looked good.  With her hands held behind her back, she stood naked in the middle of the living room floor while her son, Daman Collins inspected her.  He touched her breasts, moving his hand down to her cunt.  He smiled when he found it was moist.  He ran his hand across her silky8 smooth ass,  He knew she was apprehensive about going to the MPEX gathering, yet he could tell there was a part of her that was sexually aroused.  He liked that.

       She looked fantastic, and she looked hot.  Yes, being naked wearing high heels shoes was a style that looked good on her.  He wanted to kiss her, but did not want to mess up her perfect makeup.  He was proud of the way she looked, and wanted the people at MPEX to see her at her best.

       “Well, pretty slave, you look awesome.  Let’s finish your costume.”

       From the coffee table, Daman picked up her collar, which he locked onto her neck.  Next came the matching leather wrist cuffs.  After locking them on her wrists, he pulled her arms behind her back and locked the wrist cuffs together.  He walked around her, again inspecting her.  His cock was hard.  He even considered canceling the evening and spending the time tormenting and fucking her.  But, he was looking forward to this evening.  This could be the first step in enhancing her sexual slavery.

       As a final touch, Daman wrapped a matching leather strap around Eve’s elbows, pulling them together in the small of her back before setting the buckle.  Her breasts seemed to leap off her chest with this addition to her bondage.  He could not resist, he used both hand to cup and squeeze her breasts.  She was magnificent.

       Daman picked up her cape and draped it around her shoulders, as he said, “Well, slave, it’s show time.”

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       Eve’s story

       

       Wednesday evening.  I sat in the front passenger seat of our car as Daman drove.  I am sitting here thinking that I have spent a lot of time traveling, naked, bound, and wearing a cape.  In fact, over the years I have acquired a small collection of capes for this exact purpose.

       My mind is whirling a hundred miles an hour.  Daman is playing with my heated pussy.  I know I am aroused, but he is making me more so.  Yet, I have some real misgivings about being presented in a “public” forum, naked and helpless.  As we drive, we are not talking very much.  I suppose we don’t know what to say.  I love Daman, and I love being his sex slave.  I will do what ever he wishes, but, I am really apprehensive, afraid, if you will.  I have never been in this situation before.  I look at Daman.  I trust him to take care of me, to protect me from harm.  I am aroused by what he is doing to my pussy.  Maybe he is keeping me aroused so it will be easier for me.  Maybe he is right.

       So many things to remember.  Daman has told me, as did David, when I am under bondage, I will answer to “Eve”, “Cunt”, “Slave”, “Cunt Slave”, or other term, but definitely not “Mother”.  I was to call his “Sir” or “Master”.  On the occasions I was allowed to talk to another dominant person, I was to refer to them as “Master” or “Mistress”.  This is so new, and humiliating.  I understand it, because it establishes the boundaries and identities.  This is important to a slave.

       Well, we are here.  We are out in the country amidst rural Midwest farms.  I have been so distracted during our drive, and I don’t know where we are, and would not know how to get home from here.  I suppose that is best when you are a sex slave,  You have no choice is what happens to you, and you don’t even have an avenue of escape. 

       This house is well away from the highway, mostly hidden by trees and hills.  This is a very secluded place, a perfect place for masters to take their slaves for sexual mistreatment.  The rest of the world is not aware of what goes on here.  We drove through an electrically operated wrought iron gate As we entered the farm.  Daman talked to someone on a speaker system.  Once the other person had cleared Daman’s name, the gate opened and we drove onto the property.  Daman drove down the long paved road from the highway to a large farm house.  Daman is driving around the house, back to the barn.  He seems to know where he is going.  There are about fifteen or more cars parked there.  There are lights on in the barn, but the door is closed so I can’t see what is going on inside

       Daman parked the car and came around to my side to open the door.  As I turn in the car seat to get out, my cape opens up and exposes my legs and pussy, almost to my waist.  After he helped me our of the car, Daman attached a leather leash to my collar.  Now, I do feel humbled and helpless.  He tugged on the leashed, pulling me to him.  With his arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest, he kissed me on the cheek.

       “Damn, slave, you are beautiful.”

       He paused, then said, “You know, this is such a balmy evening, I think we will leave you cape in the car.”

       I wanted to protest, but kept my tongue as he slid my cape from my bound shoulders and tossed it back into the car.  I love him telling me how “hot” and sexy I am. The evening air felt good on my skin, but now I felt very vulnerable.  Daman tugged on my leash and started leading me across the parking lot to the barn.  The moon light was bright.  I looked down to make sure of my footing and could see my bare breasts bouncing and swaying as I walked.  I have always been proud of my breasts, but tonight I wish they weren’t so large, and not so conspicuous.  With my elbows bound behind my back, pushing my breasts out, that is all anyone is going to see is my breasts.  Dammit!  I need to stop worrying.  I guess being naked and bound, being lead across a parking lot to a gathering of BDSM enthusiasts and practitioners could cause someone to worry, just a little bit.

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       Daman opened the door to the barn and the light from inside flooded out into the night.  He tugged on Eve’s leash, leading her into the barn.  They were immediately met and greeted by an older woman wearing tight leather pants, a white silk blouse, with black leather high heel boots.  Even though she was in her sixties, she was pretty.

       “Welcome to MPEX.  I’m Matrix,a And, may I ask your name?”

       “Yes, my name is Daman, and this is my slave Eve.  We are guests of Jacob.”

       Checking a list mounted on a clip board, Matrix nodded and replied, “Yes, of course.  I have you right here.  Jacob is inside.  It is a small gathering, so I sure you will find him.  By the way, you have a beautiful slave.  Her face is pretty and she has a magnificent body.  I love her breasts.  She should fit in well here.  By the way, do you ever whip her breasts?  You should, you know.”

       Daman smiled, “Thank you.  I think she is pretty incredible.  And yes, I do whip her breasts.”

       “Very good”, Matrix replied.  “Breasts like hers should be enjoyed.  You should whip them regularly.”

       Daman turned to Eve and jerked on her leash, “Sweet slave, you just received a very gracious compliment!”

       Eve was still trying to digest everything.  It was all happening very fast  She had never had anyone, a stranger, especially a woman, who complimented her body, and singled out her breasts.

       Eve stammered, “Uh…yes, Master.  Thank you very much, Mistress.  You are very kind.”

       Matrix smiled and turned away from Eve and back to Daman.

       “Jacob has told me he has explained the rules here, and I can see you know about the dress code for slaves.  Your slave is perfectly dressed.  She is exceptional and will be well received, I am sure.  Why don’t you go in and find your friend.  If you have any questions or problems, I will be here.”

       Daman smiled and replied, “Thank you.  I think we will enjoy your group.”

       Daman turned and pulled on Eve’s leash, pulling her to the next door.  He opened the door and lead her through.  The old barn had been totally reconstructed inside.  It resembled an upscale club house, or meeting hall.  There was a bar along one side of the room, and scattered strategically were couches and chairs, all facing a raised dais in the center of the room.  Both could see what appeared to be a couple of whipping posts and other items of furniture that could be used on a slave.  Collections of ropes, straps and whips lined the walls.  There were photographs of beautiful women in various states of restraint.  These were vastly enlarged, like a poster, and mounted on the walls. 

       Eve was looking around, nervous, expecting to see someone she knew.  She stayed close to Daman’s side.  Several people in the room turned to look at the newcomers.  Needless to say, many eyes turned to look at Eve.  She could hear comments on how good she looked, and remarks about specific parts of her anatomy.  She even heard a male voice saying how he would like to whip her, especially her “tits”.

       From across the room Eve heard a male voice call Daman’s name.  Daman turned and saw his friend Jacob.  He waived him over.  Eve watch this handsome young man worked his way through the revelers and make his way to Daman.  The two men shook hands like old friends.  After a few words of greeting, Jacob turned to Eve, speaking to Daman.

       “Well, what have we here, Daman?  You told me about your girl friend, but you did not tell me she was an incredibly beautiful sex slave.  She is awesome!”

       Daman beamed a smile, “Thanks, I think she is pretty incredible myself.  She is the most amazing sex slave you can imagine.”

       Jacob, still looking her over, replied, “I can imagine.  You are one lucky bastard.  Do you ever let another master have her?”

       “Well, not yet”, was Damans answer.  “I am thinking about doing just that, but have not decided who that man will be.”

       “Dammit, Daman!  You must include me in that list..  I would give anything to have her in my hands.  Let me know, I’d love to have her in my control and  put her through her paces.”

       “Well, when I decide, you will be the first to know.  Eve, the man has paid you a compliment.  He would love for you to be his slave.  What do you say?”

       This was almost overwhelming for Eve.  Quickly she gathered her wits and answered, “Thank you, Sir.  If my Master were to give me to you, I am sure I would enjoy it..”

       “Well, lady, don’t be to quick to say that.  I know I would love to whip those tits of yours.  If I whipped your tits, you would think I poured lava on them.”

       This frightened Eve, but she kept her composure and replied, “Thank you, Sir  Thank you for noticing my ‘tits’ are pretty enough to torture.”

       Jacob looked back at Daman, “Old man, make up your mind soon, because I want a piece of her.  Now, look, come with me and I will introduce you to some of the others.  There are some really nice people here, and some are royal bastards.  Some of the slave are fantastic, and  some are not sure why they are here.”

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       Eve’s story

       

       I stayed close to Daman. I felt safe with him.  I felt a million eyes one me.  In my imagination, I felt every man in the room wanted to torture and rape me.  While the thought could be arousing, it was intimidating.  We met different individuals.  Both Daman and Jacob would make me turn about, and to pose for the people we met.  People had no qualms about announcing their desire to have me under their control. 

       In normal public situations, a person never comments directly on various body parts of another.  It would be considered crude.  I find in this atmosphere, it is expected that people will compliment you on your breasts, your smooth pussy with no pubic hair, the shape of your ass, or anything else they want.  The slave is bound and naked.  She should expect such comments.  It is taking some getting used to, but I think I will survive.

       Daman continued to walk around, talking to the other attendees, making me stroll with him.  I began to feel excited about being displayed like this.  He must think I look good or he would not do this.  Others must appreciate my nakedness and the way I look or they would not compliment me.  I am beginning to understand.

       After a little while, Daman found a small two person couch, kind of a love seat, for us to sit on.  We sat down and watched what was going on.  Daman put his arm around me and was playing with my breasts and pussy.  He was beginning to arouse me to a higher lever.  Around the room various individuals are beginning to have sex with each other, or to tie and torment their slaves.  The sexual tension could be felt.  Daman and I started to “make out”.  We were kissing while he was playing with me.  I wish my hands were free so I could stroke his cock.  Just as it was getting interesting between us, and voice came on a loud speaker.  Apparently it was show time!

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       “Gentlemen and Ladies, Masters and Slaves.  I direct your attention to the dais in the center of the room.  We have three slaves tied on their knees.  Their wrists are bound behind their backs so they cannot use their hands.  They must use only their mouths and tongues to bring their respective master to a cum.  Seated before them are three Masters.  Each slave is to suck her assigned master to a delicious cum.  The slave who is last to make her master cum will receive a tit whipping.”

       Eve had seen the three slaves during her walk around the room.  It was obvious that the master they were sucking was not their master.  She learned later that the masters names were pulled randomly from a hat.  The object was to make the slave suck the cock of someone who was not her master.  The slaves’ real master had approved of this contest.

       The announcer, Matrix, spoke again.  “O.K. slaves, get ready.  Put your lips to the tip of  your masters cock.  Good luck.  Get set, GO!”

       The slaves when to work vigorously licking and sucking their assigned master’s cock.  Members of the audience were watching intently, commenting on the effectiveness of each woman’s technique, even cheering on the contestants.  In a matter of minutes one of the masters was brought to a climax by a petit slave girl with red hair.  Now the pressure was on the remaining slave cock suckers.  Each girl worked savagely to bring her master to a orgasm.  In the end the little brunette with large breasts failed to bring her master to a cum in time, loosing to the rather large dish water blonde.  The crowd cheered the winners, and waited for the punishment of the little brunette who was known a Liza.

       Liza was taken to a whipping post, and put on her knees.  She was then tied to the post with her arms still tied behind her.  A rope was placed around her shoulders and around her waist.  The ropes were tightly drawn to eliminate any movement on Liza’s part.  Her own master brought a ball gag and installed it in her mouth so any noise would be stifled.   Liza had a panicked look in her eyes.  She knew her breasts were about to be severely punished.

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       Eve’s story

       

       I was fascinated by what had happened.  It was obvious that Liza was not accomplished at sucking cocks.  She lost to the two girls that were very good at what they do.  I think I am good at sucking cocks, but I don’t know if I could measure up to the two winners in this contest.

       Liza was going to be whipped by the master who was selected for her in this contest.  Her own master stood to one side, watching the torture of his slave.  The whip master knew his whip, and used it effectively.  Liza’s large breasts bounced and lurched under his whip.  It seemed that the whipping was going of forever.  Jacob was sitting in a char beside Damn and myself.  Daman asked him how long the whipping would go on.  How extreme would it be.  Was there a point when a halt would be called.  Jacob replied that it was up to her master.  He controlled what happened to her.  If it became too severe, Matrix, the club president would call a halt.

       Liza was crying and screaming into her gag as her breasts continued to be the subject of the whip masters whip.  I was getting worried for her.  I have had my breasts whipped many times and I know what that pain is all about.  Finally, her master called a halt to the “tit” whipping.  The whip master released her from the whipping post.  He even untied her wrists, then escorted her to an rather large easy chair in the center of the dais.  I had forgotten that she had failed to bring him to a climax.  Even though she had been severely punished, she must still bring him off.  I watched as she sucked with her mouth, and stroked his cock with her right hand while her left hand massaged is balls.  It only took a couple of minutes and she brought him to a glorious orgasm.  Her master watched as she did this.  When she had thoroughly sucked and cleaned the whip master’s cock, her master tied her hands behind her back and took her to the back of the room to another couch.  The last I saw of her, she was lying on the couch.  Her master had put some lotion on her abused breasts and was fucking her.  I realized that even though I had just witnessed a severe whipping of a woman’s breasts, and her being made to suck another man’s cock, I was turned on.  It felt as if my pussy was on fire.  While the “tit” whipping scared me, it also excited me.  I turned to Daman and kissed him, kissed him very passionately.

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       Daman and Eve sat on the couch watching the unfolding events.  The “tit” whipping was amazing.  During all this Daman was stimulating Eve with his hands and fingers.  Eve, very aroused, sat there maintaining her silence.  Daman spoke first, as he directed his conversation to Jacob.

       “Damn, Jacob.  That was amazing.  I have whipped Eve’s tits, but never like that.  Afterward, I watch her master fucking her.  It was obvious that she was turned on.”

       Jacob answered, “Yeah, she is a passionate little thing.  I had the opportunity to whip her, and she is a delight.  Her master let me have her for a couple of hours.  I really enjoyed her.”

       Jacob paused, then looked at Eve, “Well, little slave, what do you think about what you have seen?”

       Daman kissed her and said, “It’s OK, you can talk to Jacob.”

       Eve responded to Jacob, “It is amazing, Sir.  It is all too much to absorb at one time.  I think it is very stimulating, and I enjoyed watching Liza receiving a “tit” whipping.”

       Jacob smiled, “Maybe some day it will be you up there.  What do you think about that?”

       Eve was taken aback by that question, but replied, “I am not sure how to answer, but if Daman told me to enter that contest, I would do so.”

       Jacob looked at Daman, “She is a beautiful woman, but it also looks like she is an incredible slave.  You are a fortunate man.”

       Daman grasped on Eve’s breasts and replied, “Yeah, don’t I know it.”  He turned to Eve and kissed her, then said, “Eve, Jacob has been an excellent host.  He has introduced us to the delights of the MPEX.  I think I owe him a debt.”

       He kissed Eve again, then said, “I want you to kneel in front of Jacob, and suck his cock.”

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       Eve’s story

       I was thunder struck!  I had assumed Daman would give me to another man, some day, but never expected to be ordered to suck another man’s cock, in public, on this night.  I knew if I refused, Daman had the right to whip and torture me until I complied.  I would not put us through that.  Jacob was a handsome young man.  I looked at him.  Him and an expectant look on his face.  I got the feeling that he and Daman had conspired to put me in this situation.  I realized the best thing was to obey Daman.

       “Yessir”, I answered.

       I leaned over and kissed Daman as passionately as I knew how.  Then, I got up and stood, naked and bound, in front of Jacob.  I did not know it at the time, but several people turned to watch what I was doing.  Jacob had already pulled his cock from his trousers.  His cock was rigid and beautiful.  He smiled as I knelt in front of him.  I leaned forward and kissed his cock licking it with my tongue.  I heard him groan softly.  After I licked the shaft of his cock, I pulled it into my mouth and started to work on him.

       I had been sucking Jacob’s cock for about a minute or two, when I realized my breasts being slapped with a crop.  I was surprised, yet I wasn’t.  I heard Jacob speak to me.

       “Sweet Slave, you need to work a little harder, and a lot more tongue action.”

       With that he slapped my breasts again with the crop.  I worked harder and was lashing the head of his cock with my tongue.  Jacob’s moaning became constant until I felt him bucking, humping his cock into my face.  In a matter of a few seconds his cock exploded in my mouth, filling it with hot cum.  I struggled with his issue and managed to swallow it.  I continued to work on his cock as it receded.  As I have been taught, I thoroughly cleaned his cock.  When I finished I continued to kneel with his softening cock in my mouth.  I did not want to take it out until I was told to.  Even though I was surprised when Daman ordered me to suck Jacob’s cock, I wanted to make Daman proud of me.  Even as I knelt there with Jacob’s cock in my mouth, I realized that a small crowd of people had gathered to watch me.  They were commenting on my abilities as a “cock sucker”.

       When Jacob let me take his cock from his mouth, and Daman helped me to stand, the gathered onlookers applauded me and my “cock sucking” efforts.  Matrix was there, offering me a glass of wine.  Since I was bound, and I knew Daman was not going to release me, I asked Matrix is she would help me.  She held the glass to my lips and let me drink it at my leisure.  When I finished, she held my face and kissed me.

       While I was surprised by Daman’s order to suck Jacob’s cock, I did do a good job.  I have to admit I enjoyed sucking his cock, and I appreciated the gathered crowd and their encouragement.  I was beginning to think MPEX was not a bad deal after all. I was beginning to dismiss my apprehensions.  I felt more at ease when Daman positioned me on the couch and fucked me.  We both had a glorious cum, to the applause of the onlookers.

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All About Eve - Part 11

Eve’s story

       The morning sun awakened Eve from a deep slumber.  She stirred, waking up slowly.  She was laying next to her son, Daman, who seemed to be sleeping.  Both were naked, and as usual Eve’s wrist cuffs held her wrists locked behind her back.  As she lay there, she thought about last evening at the gathering of MPEX.  She had to admit it was an exciting evening, in spite of her misgivings about being presented as a naked bound sex slave in a public gathering.  Even being made to suck Jacob’s cock was an exciting memory.

       Eve rolled over to face Daman.  He was still asleep, but his cock was hard.  He usually slept with no covers.  He was beautiful, and his cock was magnificently rigid.  She moved down and put her head on his stomach as she slipped his cock in her mouth.  She began by flicking her tongue over it’s sensitive head as she moved her mouth up and down on the shaft.  She felt his cock throb, and a manner of a minute or two she felt his stir, and then his hand on her neck, gently but firmly holding her head on his cock.

       “Don’t stop, Sweet Slave.  You’ve gotta finish what you’ve started”, Daman ordered.

       Her pussy felt a spasm.  Eve loved being a sex slave to her son, Daman.  She could not imagine not being a slave to him.  Even in the most trying and painful moments, she admitted she loved her life.  Eve increased her action on his cock, and in a manner of a minute or two she felt his cock erupt in her mouth.  It was magnificent.  She held his cock until it began to softened.  When she had thoroughly cleaned it, she let him slip from her mouth.  She continued to lay there, her head on his belly as he stroked her raven hair.  After a little bit, he rose, and released her wrists

       “You know how to wake me up, Sweet Slave.  I’m thinking you don’t seem like you are too upset about being presented last night at MPEX.”, Daman said as he hugged her to his chest.  She wrapped her arms around him, slipping her lips over his nipple.

       “No, Sir, I enjoyed myself.  Even if I didn’t enjoy myself, I don’t think I had much of a choice, did I.”

       Daman leaned down and kissed her, “No, you didn’t.  But, you knew that when you consented to be my sex slave.  You are my sex slave, and I guess there is no way around it.  Come on, let’s get a shower.”

       When possible, they showered together, with Eve concentrating her attention on Daman’s cock and balls.  After they dried each other off, Eve put on a pair of black leather high heels, then concentrated on her hair and make up while Daman shaved and groomed his hair.

       Both enjoyed breakfast, naked.  Eve was not bound, but she was wearing her wrist and ankle cuffs, along with a matching leather collar and black leather nigh heel pumps.  Unless she was told otherwise, this was her normal costume.  After breakfast, they did dishes together.  Daman had something to tell her.

       “Mother Dear, since you enjoyed sucking Jacob’s cock, I have invited him to dinner tomorrow night.  You will make dinner, and serve us, naked of course. Afterward, you will be available to both of us.”

       Eve paused, then quietly asked, “Are… you going to give me to him?”

       “Yeah, I think so.  It is the next logical step in your slavery, and I would like to give you to him.  Will you submit?”

       Eve turned to Daman, kissing him, she answered, “Yes….., of course.  You don’t have to ask that.  We know that I have to submit to you, and what you want, or you have the right to force me.”

       He squeezed her breast, and replied, “Yeah, I would make you submit this first time, but I do prefer that you submit willingly.  Damn, you are one hot little slave!”

       They continued to do the dishes after he kissed her again.  Eve loved when he told her she had no choice and that he was her master.  Eve was happy in her slavery.

       Daman spoke again, “There will be another addition for dinner.  Jacob’s step sister is a novice sex slave to him, and he will bring her.  She is just now accepting the fact that she is submissive, and will submit to him.  When I told him about our relationship, he told her, and they want a similar…uh…togetherness.”

       Eve never expected another person to be with Jacob.  She asked, “What…is…she like.  Will…, I be expected to be naked?  Please tell me what to do.”

       Daman saw the concern in her face, “You will be you.  You will be naked, wearing cuffs and a collar, just like you are now.  I thought this would help Jacob with his step sister.  She wants to talk to you, to learn how to be a good slave.  Now, she is not his sister.  His mother and her father married each other.  Jacob and Sarah are not related by blood.  So, that fact that you are my mother needs to be a secret, at least for now.”

       Daman continued, “You will be available to Jacob and myself, for what ever we want to do with, or to you..”

       Eve had similar misgivings as she did last evening at the MPEX meeting.  Daman made her go, and Damn would make her submit to the evening with Jacob and Sarah.  Daman had told her that her slavery was going to be enhanced, and deepened.  So, it was starting with the evening at MPEX, and was continuing.

       She looked at Daman, “Ok…, I am your slave, so I will do what you want.”  She kissed him again.

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       Eve’s story

       I did not know what to say to Daman.  My world was changing fast.  I had already admitted to myself that I would be given to Jacob.  I just did not expect him to bring his slave, his step sister.  Like most women, I did not want to be compared to a younger prettier woman.  I know I look good, or so I’m told, but she will be so much younger.  When we are both naked, I am sure there will be the usual comparisons.  I would make sure of my grooming, but let’s fact it.  When you are naked, how much grooming can you do.  I think I have a good body and legs, but let’s face it, I am thirty nine, and she will be younger.  Oh, well, there is not a lot I can do about it.  I am a slave.

        I was in the kitchen, naked and wearing my usual costume of leather collar, wrist and ankle cuff, high heels when Jacob and Sarah arrived.  Daman came in and got me.  He locked my wrists behind my back.  I was wearing an apron, which he left on me.  It did not cover a lot, so it made no difference, I guess. My collar and cuffs are black, matching my black leather high heels.  These heels were the tallest I own.  They showed my legs at their best.  The apron was black lace.  It wrapped tightly about my waist, but left my breasts totally bare, and did not come down to cover my pussy.   If anything, the apron made me look even more naked.  Daman clipped a leash to my collar and led me into the living room.  Jacob came over to me and kissed me as he squeezed my breasts.  I returned his kiss, with a lot of passion as I had been taught.  Yes, I was taught to kiss that way, but, I enjoy that kind of kissing.

       “Good to see you again, Pretty Slave.  I sure enjoyed you last night.”

       I blushed and kissed him back.  He was a little older than I remembered, yet he is very handsome.  I guess I wouldn’t mind being given to him.  He introduced his slave, Sarah.

       “Eve, I want you to meet Sarah.  She is my sex slave, but is a novice.  When you get a chance, I am sure she will have a lot of questions.  I would appreciate you answering her.”

       I told him I would, even though I was not sure how this would work out.  I was mentally prepared for Jacob, but Sarah complicated things.  She was a beautiful girl, of about twenty three years.  A pretty face and a good sleek little body.  Her legs looked good in high heel shoes.  She was wearing a white silk blouse and black mini-skirt.  She would have been very stylish in an upscale restaurant or on a shopping trip.

       I felt humiliated, intimidated..  I had grown used to be naked in front of the men of my house, and even enjoyed being naked at the MPEX gathering,  But this is different.  Everybody in the room was dressed, except me.  I was naked and bound.  Sarah might be an aspiring slave girl, but I was the real thing.  I stood there while everybody took my nakedness in.  I was bound, and could not cover myself.  I was subject to the sexual whims of others.  That would be alright if it were Daman and Jacob.  But, now I had this pretty young woman looking at me, appraising my naked body, and how it was decorated, or not decorated.  This was much worse that being presented at MPEX

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       Eve did a little curtsy as she was introduced to Jacob’s step sister, Sarah.  While the two men talked, Sarah was watching Eve, taking in everything she saw.  Eve was very self conscious, nearly to the point of embarrassment.

       Sarah spoke to Daman, “I sure like your slave.  She is very beautiful, and extremely sexy.  She looks good in bondage, it shows off her tits.  I wonder if I could touch her tits.”

       Daman smiled, “Of course.  Slave Cunt, stick out your chest and show us your tits.”

       Eve was mortified.  She wanted to run to her bedroom and hide.  She knew Daman would not allow that.  She smiled and stuck out her chest, showing off her breasts.  Sarah grasped both Eve’s breasts, squeezing and gently twisting them.  Eve closed her eyes and surrendered to Sarah.

       Sarah grinned, “Daman, she has fantastic tits.  I am jealous of her.  Her tits are prettier and bigger than mine.  Do you ever whip them?

       Daman replied, “Yes, I do.  I love to whip Eve’s breasts.  I was told that breasts as pretty as Eve’s must be whipped regularly.  I do my best to maintain that tradition.”

       Sarah laugh while looking at a through embarrassed Eve.  “Daman, please, could I ask you a favor?  Would you let me whip her tits, just a little bit?  Jacob whips me, but I would just love to whip Eve.  Her body was built for the whip.  Please, let me whip her?”

       Eve was nearly overwhelmed,  She had never been touched sexually by another woman, and now here was a woman playing with her breasts, and this woman had  just asked permission from Daman to whip her breasts.  She wanted to protest, but she knew Daman would let Sarah whip her breasts, after he had punished her for raising a fuss.   Eve stood there in an embarrassed silence, with her eyes closed.  Her reverie was broken by Daman.

       Daman kissed Eve and said to Sarah, “Of course, you may whip her.  We’ll do it after dinner.  Slave, I opened a bottle of wine in the kitchen.  Would you pour each of us a glass, and one for yourself, too.”

       As Daman released her wrists, she replied, “Yessir.”

       Daman, Jacob and Sarah went into the family room and sat down.  In a couple of minutes Eve came into the room carrying a tray with four wine glasses, filled with smooth Merlot.  Each person took a glass of wine.  Eve sat the tray on the coffee table picked up her wine and sat down next to Daman.  He raised his glass, and proposed a toast.

       “Ladies and Gentlemen, I propose a toast to our hostess, her beauty, and the dinner she is about to serve us.  Further let us toast our hostess, and the whipping she will receive after dinner.”

       Jacob and Sarah responded, “Hear! Hear!”

       Jacob continued, “Here’s to Eve, and her beautiful ass, and tits.  We are looking forward to her whipping.”

       Sarah responded, “Yeah, Eve’s got a beautiful ass, and I’m going to love whipping her.”

       Everyone drank a toast to Eve’s whipping.

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       Eve’s story

       I have never been so humiliated in my life.  My slavery to Daman was becoming more pronounced, just as he promised.  After dinner this young girl was going to be permitted to whip me, a woman old enough to be her mother.  On one hand I can see how this could be very sexy, and hot, but on the other hand, it was humiliating.

       Daman released me and I went to the kitchen to finish dinner.  Sarah never came in to “ask questions” as Daman told me would happen.  I ate dinner in silence, only answering questions asked of me.  I wasn’t upset.  I guess I had dropped deep into the slave mode.

       Even serving dinner, I was sexually humiliated.  As I served a plate of food to Daman, he made me stand there and spread my legs while he played with my pussy.  Yes, it was arousing, but it was humiliating to be a sexual toy while others watched, especially Sarah.  I guess she was the real point of my embarrassment.

       When I served Jacob, he did as Daman did.  He made me stand there while played with my pussy and pinched my nipples.  I could not help myself.  I was becoming very aroused by this.  When I served Sarah her plate of food, I was to be further embarrassed.  She told me to spread my legs and stand still.  She ran her hand over my ass and between my legs, fondling my pussy.  She eve pinched and teased my clit.  I looked at Daman.  He just smiled and nodded his head.  I stood there while Sarah played with my pussy.  I bit my lip as she pushed her finger into my heated passage.

       “Oh, my”, Sarah said.  “This is one hot little slave you have, Daman.  Her cunt is soaking wet.  Maybe we should whip her there, too.”

       Daman just smiled, and replied, “Perhaps.”

       I have never felt like that.  With my slave mentality, I flourish on sexual humiliation.  It is just part of my make up.  But, to have a young woman, young enough to be my daughter, playing with my pussy, arousing me.  I thought I would faint from embarrassment, but, yes, dammit, I was aroused, and her finger in my pussy was arousing me to a higher level.  Sarah sat there, looking up at my face, watching my reaction.  Oh, God!  I can’t help myself!  Sarah had a smirk on her face as she continued to play with my pussy.  Finally, just prior to my having an orgasm, she stopped.  She slapped my pussy twice.

       “Enough, Slave Cunt.  No climax how.  You will have to wait until after dinner, if then”, Sarah remarked.

       Finally, dinner was over, and the dishes cleaned up and in the dishwasher.  Daman and our evening guests were in the family room drinking another glass of wine.  They were still dressed, casually talking as I entered the room.  All eyes turned to me.  I was still the only one in the room who was naked, and knew she was going to be whipped.  I, still, could not come to grips with being whipped by Sarah.

       “Slave Cunt”, said Daman.  “Come here.  I need to fix your wrists”

       I knew what was about to happen, and I did not know how to deal with it.  I just submitted.  That’s all I knew to do, submit to others who had control of me.

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       Daman locked Eve’s wrists together in front of her, and then tied a rope to them.  This rope was then run up through an eye bolt in the ceiling of the family room.  Eve had been tied there many times, and whipped by her husband and her sons.  It was a routine she was familiar with.

       Daman pulled the rope until she was standing on her tip toes.  He tied off the rope pulling her pretty body taught.  He ran his hands down her body, pausing at her breasts and cunt, examining both.  He kissed her, then spoke.

       “Slave, I think I should gag you.  Don’t you think?”

       Eve shuddered with lust and humiliation, “Yessir, please gag me..”

       Using a penis gag, Daman very effective gagged his sex slave mother.  He kissed her gagged mouth.

       “Sarah”, said Daman.  “You are learning to be a slave to Jacob.  I am going to whip my slave, Eve, to show you what happens.”

       Over the next fifteen minutes Daman whipped Eve.  Her breasts, ass, pussy and thighs received a full measure of his whip.  Both Jacob and Sarah ware enthralled.  They could not get enough of Eve’s nudity, and her punishment, and her humiliation.  When he finished, Daman turned to Sarah, handing her the multi thronged medium weight whip he had just used on his mother, Eve.

       “O.K., you wanted to whip my slave.  Now’s the time.  Remember what I told you.  Whipping does hurt.  That’s the point.  You should be strict and make it count, but never be brutal or cruel.”

       Sarah jumped up and took the whip.  “Oh, thank you!  This is going to be so much fun!”

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       Eve’s story

       I stood there, with my hands and wrists stretched to the ceiling.  I was grateful that I had my very tall high heels on.  They gave me the support I needed.  The gag filling my mouth was good.  At least I could not make any noises that would embarrass me further.  Daman had whipped me.  It hurt, but not bad.  It hurt enough to arouse me further.  I love Daman’s whip.  He can hurt and arouse me all the same time.  Now, I am really unsure about what is going to happen now.  Sarah is going to whip me.

       I am helpless, naked and gagged.  There is not a lot I can do.  Sarah is walking around me, looking at me as if she is sizing me up.  She plays with my breasts and nipples, and then my pussy.  She seems to like putting her finger in me and pumping it in and out to arouse me.  She is right.  The finger fucking she is giving me is arousing me.  I don’t want to be aroused by her, but it is happening.  My fickle body is responding.  She kissed my gagged mouth, then walked behind me.  She runs her hands over my ass.

       Oh, God, that hurt!  Sarah is whipping me, hard.  She moves her whip up and down my ass and the backs of my thighs.  She knows how to whip to hurt.  Now she has moved to my front.  I watch as she swings her whip against my thighs and pussy.  I finally realized I am screaming and crying into my gag.  Sarah stops, and talks to me.  She slips her finger into my pussy again.  She is finger fucking me again.  Oh, God, her finger feels good.

       “Well, Slave Cunt, how are your doing?  I want you to know I am really enjoying myself.”

       Sarah keeps pumping her finger in my pussy.  I look across the room and see Daman and Jacob watching my torment.  They are undressed now, and are stroking massive erections.

       “I am going to whip your tits.  They are beautiful, and need to be tortured.  Yes, I am submissive to Jacob, but when it comes to a woman like you, I have a real sadistic streak.  I really want to cause you some pain in your tits.  They are big, firm, and beautiful.  It is a beautiful thing to whip tits like yours.”

       I am very near an orgasm with her finger fucking me.  She has scared me, yet the fear and her fingers are arousing me more than I wanted to be.  She pulls her finger from my soaking pussy, and wipes it dry on my breasts.  I look down at my breasts just as her whip strikes my left breast.  It bounces, then shudders back into position, just as the whip lashes my right breast.  Sarah is on a roll.  My breasts are in constant motion from her whip.  My breasts are lurching and jiggling under her whip.  I am screaming again into my gag.  Tears are running down my face.  She stops.

       My breasts are on fire, so is my pussy.  Her finger is back in me, and working harder than ever.  In a matter of about thirty seconds I feel my climax coming.  It explodes, and the waves of orgasm come rolling in, again and again.  It seems as if it will never stop.  My hips and pussy are humping like I was making love to an invisible lover.  I feel dizzy, the I lost all touch with the world around me.

       I awake on our bed.  My wrists are now behind my back, locked there.  The penis gag has been removed from my gasping mouth.  Daman and Jacob are lying on either side of me.  Jacob is playing with my abused breasts while Daman is finger fucking me again.

       “Welcome back, Sweet Slave.  You’ve been out for a few minutes.  Jacob has something he wants to give you.”

       I look at Jacob as he crawls between my legs.  I gasp as I feel his rigid cock enter my heated pussy.  Now he is thrusting hard, fucking me very soundly.  I feel something touch my face.  I look over, and there is Daman, pushing his cock into my mouth.  Both men are fucking me.  It doesn’t take long until all three of us experience a gut wrenching cum.  I did not know I could cum so hard.  The effect is nearly devastating.

       As Jacob pulls his cock from my pussy, I look over his shoulder and there is Sarah, standing at the bedroom door, watching my enslavement to Daman and Jacob with a smile on her face.  She watches as both Jacob and Daman make me clean their cocks with my mouth and tongue.  I am exhausted.  I fall to sleep.  A deep satisfied, sated exhausted sleep.

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All About Eve - Part 12

Eve’s story

       Two days had past since the evening spent with Jacob and Sarah..  Eve had a lot to think about.  She had accepted that she would be given to Jacob, but the element of Sarah whipping and humiliating her was still on her mind.

       This morning was not too unusual.  She and Daman had risen early as he needed to attend a financial meeting.  This was in regards to a couple of investments they had made.  Eve was alone at home, doing her domestic chores.  When she was alone, she liked to catch up on her house work, because so very often, there was no chance to do what was needed.  On those occasions she was usually restrained in some manner and subject to the sexual desires of Daman, David, or some other situation.

       As she was straightening up the living room, the phone rang.  Eve ran to the phone to answer it.

       “Hello”, Eve answered.

       “Eve, this is Sarah”, replied the soft voice of Jacob’s step sister.

       Eve put on her best voice, “Yes, and how are you today?”

       Sarah answered, “Oh, I doing pretty good.  I have been thinking about the other night, and I was hoping you weren’t angry with me.”

       Eve sounded surprised, “No, I’m not.  Why do you ask?”

       “Well, you were so helpless, and I kept humiliating you by playing with your pussy, and then I whipped you pretty hard.  I think I need to apologize.”

       “Nonsense”, replied Eve.  “Look, you know the situation.  I am Daman’s sex slave.  You know that, and I know that.  I really did not have much of a choice.  Once Daman had decided I was to be whipped, then that is the way it was going to be.  Please, don’t think anymore about it.”

       “You’re great.  Thank you.  I was wondering if I could come over.  I really need to talk to you.  I have so many questions.”

       Eve answered, “Sure, when to you want to come by?”

       “Well, could I come by now?”

       Eve thought for a moment, and replied, “Sure, come on over.  I am cleaning house, so please understand if my house is not sparkling.”

       Sarah sounded happy about the invitation.  “Thank you.  I’ve seen your house, and it looks fine.  I really need to talk to you.  I’ll be right over.

       Sarah parked her car in the driveway of the Collins home and went to the front door.  Just as she rang the door bell, Eve opened the door to receive her.  Eve was wearing her usual attire, naked with high heels, a leather collar, wrist and ankle cuffs.

       “Hi, come in”, welcomed Eve.

       Sarah stepped through the front door, and remarked, “Wow, you and Daman are really serious about you being a naked sex slave.  Is this 24/7?”

       Eve patiently smiled, “Yes, it is for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  I am Daman’s sex slave.  I am always naked, with high heel shoes.  Whatever he wants to do with, or to me, he does.  If  I don’t submit, he has the right to force me, and then punish me for refusing to submit.”

       Sarah let out a low sigh, “So that is what I was seeing the other night.  When Jacob told me you were a sex slave, and that he wanted me to be like you, I had no idea how committed you are to this relationship.  I don’t know if I can do it.  It is exciting, but it is daunting.  So when Jacob fucked you the other night, you had no choice?”

       “That’s right”, Eve answered.  “If I had refused, Daman would had forced me to submit, and then punished me rather severely for refusing and embarrassing him.  Daman had told me that he was going to give me to other men, and Jacob was my first.  You are right, I have no choice.  Even when you were tormenting and humiliating me at the dinner table, I had no choice by to submit.  Daman can do what he wants.” 

       The two women adjourned to the living room where Sarah continued to ask questions about Eve’s sexual slavery.  Eve did her best to be honest and answer the questions in a forthright manner.  If Sarah was serious, then she needed to know what this life style was all about.

       Finally, Sarah asked Eve, “Does Daman ever use steel police type handcuffs on you.  Jacob wants to buy a pair.  He says it is not possible to escape them.”

       Eve got up and went to an antique chest in the corner of the room and retrieved a pair of formidable looking Peerless police handcuffs.  She handed them to Sarah.

       “Jacob is right”, Eve said.  “Once those are on tight, there is no escape.”

       Sarah asked, “Is it possible to put them on yourself, like if Daman told you to handcuff yourself?”

       Eve replied, “Yes, and that has happened, many times.”

       Sarah looked at the cuffs, “Please, would you put them on and show me how to do it.”

       Eve asked, “In front, or behind my back?”        

       “Oh, behind the back, of course”, Sarah replied.

       Eve, wanting to help, took the cuffs and put them on herself, behind her back, and true to her training, she made sure they were tight.  Sarah walked behind Eve and inspected the cuffs.

       “Wow, you’re right.  They are impossible to get out of.  Arte they always this tight?”

       Eve smiled, “Yes, I have be taught to make them tight.  If I don’t I will be punished rather severely.  Now, if you would reach up on that trophy shelf, there is a small wooden box.  Inside are the keys to these cuffs.  Daman keeps them there.  When I am handcuffed, I can’t reach them and free myself.  If you would, please get the key and take them off.”

       Sarah answered, “Oh, no, please, not yet.  I love the way you look.  You are a beautiful and sexy woman.  You have a great body and legs.  I love your breasts, and when you hands are locked behind your back, you are incredible.  Do you mind if we keep you that way for a while?”

       Eve blushed at the compliment, “Well, OK, we can leave them on for a while if you like.”

       “Oh thank you”, Sarah replied.  “You just don’t know what a treasure you are.  You are beautiful, you are submissive, and as Daman said, anything is possible with you.”

       Eve and Sarah talked for another minute or two, when Sarah asked, “Does Daman restrain your elbows to make your breasts stick out more?”

       Eve chuckled, “Yeah, he does it all the time.  He seems preoccupied with my breasts and at ever opportunity he ties or straps my elbows together to show off my breasts.”

       “I understand that”, said Sarah.  “Jacob does the same thing with me, but my breasts don’t look as good as yours.  I’ll bet your breasts are magnificent when your elbows are tied.  Would you let me bind your elbows?”

       Eve paused for a moment, the acquiesced, “Yes, I guess so.  There is a leather strap in the ’toy’ chest that Daman uses.  You can use that..”

       Sarah rushed to the antique chest, and retrieved a leather strap.  Eve stood passively as Sarah wrapped the strap around her elbows.  She pulled the strap tighter than usual, pressing Eve’s elbows tightly together in the small of her back.  Eve started to protest, but she assumed this would be a short lived thing, so why not let Sarah see what it looked like.

       Sarah stood back to see the effects of Eve’s elbow bondage.  She was amazed.

       “OMIGOD!  That’s incredible.  Your breasts seemed to have doubled in size.  Its like they are offered up, for the whole world to see and touch.  They beg to be whipped!  You are magnificent.  I can see why Daman does this.  It shows you off, plus your are more helpless.”

       Sarah moved over to Eve and with both hands grasped her breasts, kneading and fondling them.  Since Sarah had played with her a couple of nights ago, and since she was bound, Eve stood passively and let Sarah enjoy herself.  At one point, Sarah moved her hand down to Eve’s cunt, and slipped her finger inside.  Eve caught her breath as Sarah pushed her finger deep into her pussy.  Like the other evening, Sarah’s finger did arouse her.  Eve just bit her lip and didn’t comment.

       “Wow, Daman is right, you are really a treasure, and anything is possible with you.  You are the real thing, a real sex slave.“

       Sarah made Eve continue to stand while she sat down and enjoyed the view of the beautiful bound woman.  They talked some more, when Sarah had another question.

       “That gag Daman used on you the other night seemed to be rather harsh.  Jacob doesn’t have one like it for me, but he wants one.  Would it be possible to see it, please?”

       Eve smiling, replied, “Sure, it’s in the chest.  Its called a penis gag as it resembles an erect cock.”

       Fascinated, Sarah pulled the black leather penis gag from the chest.  She examined it, and even put it in her mouth for a moment or two.  With an inquisitive look, she turned to Eve with more questions about the gag.

       Finally, Sarah asked, “You have been very patient with me, but I wonder, would you let me gag you with this so I can see how it works?”

       Eve was not sure she wanted to be gagged, but if it would make Sarah happy, then, why not do it an get it over with.  If Daman learned of her cooperation, he would be pleased, and she wanted to make Daman happy.

       Eve replied, “Yes, sure, I guess so.”

       Sarah put the penis gag to Eve’s mouth.  She opened her soft full lips to accept the gag and Sarah slowly pushed it in as Eve surrendered to this additional with bondage.  Sarah pulled the straps behind Eve’s neck and pulled them tight, very tight, then set the buckle.  Eve was now handcuffed, her elbows strictly bound, and now she was gagged.  She began to realize that she was now totally helpless to Sarah.  If, for any reason, the police asked her why she was bound and gagged, she could not tell them because she allowed it to happen.  She was beginning to worry.        

       “My God, you are beautiful“, exclaimed Sarah. “The more bondage I subject you to, the prettier you get.  There is no way anyone can resist you.  You were meant to be a slave.  It becomes you.”

       Sarah then walked back to the chest and retrieved a pair of Japanese butterfly nipple clamps connected with a eight inch chain.  She turned and walked back to Eve.  She reached out and sharply slapped Eve’s breasts, the left one, and then the right one.  The slaps hurt and surprised Eve.  The Sara pushed Eve back and down on the couch.  This scared Eve as she did not want to be hurt from falling.  She was glad the couch was there.  Her question to herself, what did Sarah want?

       Sarah jumped on Eve, straddling her bound body.  She grasped Eve’s left breast and started to suck it.  When the nipple was sufficiently hard, Sarah reached down and  attached one of the butterfly clamps to her left nipple.  In short order both nipples were in pain from the clamps.  The short chain insured the clamps were pulling against each other, adding torment to Eve’s breasts.  She could feel that old familiar aching pain of having your nipples and breasts clamped.

       Sarah looked down on Eve, and spoke harshly.  “OK, Cunt, you are mine for a while.  Yeah, that’s what I came over here for.  You are like “catnip”.  I can’t get enough of you, and I intend to remedy that.”

       Sarah soundly slapped Eve’s clamped breasts again.  The pain was terrific.  Eve would do anything to ease the tension and the problem.  She was trying her best to cooperate with Sarah.  She was trying to grasp what Sarah wanted.  She was soon to find out.

       “Now, here’s the deal, Slave Cunt, I came here to learn about your slavery, but I am also here for you.  I am going to enjoy you.  For the time being, you are mine.  Lay here and don’t move.”

       Eve did as she was told.  Her breasts and nipples were aching as she watched Sarah as she walked back to the ’toy chest’ from which she pulled a pair of leg irons.  Even though she was wearing leather ankle cuffs, Sarah put the steel police leg irons on her.  This set of irons are particularly difficult as they were connected with a short twelve inch chain.  Anyone wearing these devices would have to be careful to take very short steps.  Running was out of the question.  Her high heels shoes would complicate the situation.  Eve was totally in Sarah’s control.  Sarah rolled Eve off the couch and onto the floor.  Eve was laying on her clamped nipples while Sarah attached one leg iron cuff to Eve’s left ankle.  Then running the connecting chain up and over the connecting chain on the handcuffs, she pulled Eve’s right ankle up and lock the leg iron cuff to that leg.  Now Eve was in a taught “hog tie”.  Any movement was out of the question.  Lying on her clamped breasts was causing her considerable distress.

       Now, Sarah surprised Eve.  She walked to the back of the house.  Eve could hear the garage door open, and subsequently, heard Sarah’s car start up, and it sounded like she drove it into the garage.  In a moment, Sarah was back in the house.  She unlocked one of the leg iron cuffs, pulled the chain away from the handcuffs, and then relocking the cuff on the ankle.  She helped Eve to stand.  Sarah grasped the chain connecting the two nipple clamps and tugged sharply on the chain.  Eve groaned behind her gag and winced in pain.

       “Slave,  you better listen to me.  We are going to walk out to the garage, and get into my car.  If you balk, or do anything other than what I tell you, I will jerk your nipples off your tits!  Do you understand?”

       Sarah picked up a multi-thong whip and lashed Eve’s ass and the backs of her thighs.  Eve understood and did everything possible to obey Sarah.

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       Eve’s story

       I was scared.  I have never been more afraid in my life.  I stood there naked, bound, chained and gagged.  My nipples and breasts were hurting and Sarah was jerking on the nipple clamps.  She was whipping my ass and legs.  Yes, I would obey her.  I did not want any more pain that I was experiencing.

       My mind was a confusing whirl of thoughts and emotions.  When Sarah and I were experimenting with bondage, and she was asking questions, I was a little turned on by it all.  Now I was afraid, very afraid.  I did not know what she was going to do to me.  I thought, maybe if I see a police officer I could be rescued.  Then I understood what Sarah had said.  I had handcuffed myself while I was naked with another woman.  I had let her bind my elbows, and gag me.  I even showed her where the instruments of my bondage and torment were.  Only two nights earlier, this same woman was allowed to whip me and play with my breasts and pussy.  I was a party to my own kidnapping.  There was no crime, at least to the uninitiated.  What was I going to do?  I was near panic when Sarah brought my attention back to her when he jerked hard on the chain connecting the nipple clamps on my breasts and lashed the front of my thighs..  I knew then that she was control, and I would do what ever she wanted.  Pulling on the nipple clamp chain, she led me out of the house to the garage.  I had to take very short mincing steps because of the leg irons.  This caused my breasts to jiggle and bounce against the nipple clamps which Sarah was tugging on.  She opened the front passenger door and reached into her car.  She pulled out a cape.  It is always a cape.  It seems my life is defined by capes.  People like me naked and bound, and wearing a cape.

       This cape was a little different.  It was like a regular cape, only it had a hood.  She slipped it over my shoulders and buttoned up the front, after which she pulled the hood over my head and down low to cover most of my face.  With the tinted windows in her car, it would be near impossible for any one to see me, bound and gagged.  Sarah ordered me to get into the car.  I did so with a little difficulty due to the short chain on the leg irons.  Sarah leaned into the car and locked the seat belt on me.  Sarah got into the car and stared the engine.

       As Sarah backed her car from the Collins house and into the street, she spoke, “If you know what is good for you, you will do your best to make me happy.  If you displease me, you will pay the price.”

       Sarah opened my cape then, grabbed the chain to my nipples and jerked savagely.  I screamed into my gag.  The pain was terrific.  I would do anything she wanted.  She saw the fear in my eyes.

       Sarah smiled, “ I think we understand each other, don’t we?”

       She jerked on the nipple chain again, and I nodded my head as rapidly as I could.  I will cooperate with Sarah.  I will submit to her.  I didn’t need any more severe pain.  Sarah turned on the radio as we rode along.  Periodically, she would fondle my breasts, or tug on the nipple chain to remind me who was in charge.

       As we rode along, I realized that I was aroused.  I was terrified, yet I was aroused.  I realized I am a hopeless slave, a sex slave, a submissive.  I am being kidnapped, tortured, and my pussy is steaming.  How does one explain that.  My husband, may he rest in peace, and my son, Daman, are right.  I am a sex slave by design.  I was created for other people to abuse sexually.

       Sarah took me to her house, or rather, the house that she and Jacob lived in.  Quickly, pulling on the nipple chain, Sarah led me downstairs to the basement.  Jacob was in the process of converting this space to a BDSM orgy room  It had been sound proofed, but had not been finished.  There were several chairs, a couch, with a king-sized bed in one corner.

       “Stand still, Slave.  I am going to take the clamps off.”

       I knew it would hurt when the clamps were removed, and I was right.  Sarah just opened the clamps and jerked them off.  It was obvious that she want to hurt me as much as possible.  I screamed into my gag as tears rolled down my face.  The pain was nearly unbearable.  Sarah then tied a rope to my steel hand cuffs.  This rope was run through a pulling in the ceiling.  She pulled up on the rope until I was bent over at the waist.  I felt very vulnerable at this point, and more than a little panic.

       Sarah came around to my side with a length of rope in her hands.  She reach down to my breasts which were hanging down because of my position.  She squeezed and slapped them for a moment.  Then she started to tie each of my breasts, very tightly.  She wrapped the rope around the base of my breasts and tightly wound the rope around the breast until she tied it off.  Now my breasts were ballooned out from my body and beginning to ache from the pressure of the bindings.

       Sarah slapped my bound breasts, and said, “Eve, I know you are hating what I am doing, but there is nothing you can do about it.  I love your tits,…er …maybe I should say I love torturing your tits.  I know I will be caught my Jacob, and maybe Daman, but in the meantime, Cunt, your are mine, and I am going to enjoy every minute of it.”

       Sarah produced a flogger type whip and proceeded to whip my ass and the back of my thighs.  The whipping wasn’t so bad, but randomly she would whip my pussy.  That pain was like fire, and the fire built into a fire of eroticism in my pussy.  I am hopeless, and helpless.  Sarah stopped whipping me and pushed her finger into my pussy, and started to finger fuck me.  Oh, damn!  She is working my up to an orgasm.  I am being tortured, and she has aroused me to near orgasm.  She stopped, and now I am close to a climax, and she has stopped.  I am frustrated, aroused and very afraid.  This seems to be the story of my life.  No one will let me cum when I want.  I feel more helpless than ever.  I have control over nothing.  My body, and my being is in the hands of whom ever controls me.

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       Sarah untied the rope from to Eve’s handcuffs. “OK, Cunt, go over to the bed, and lay down on it, in the middle.”

         Sarah lashed her again across her ass to emphasize her order.  Eve was still wearing the leg irons, and high heel shoes, so she had to be careful how she walked, lest she fall down.  She sat down on the side of the bed, and worked her way to the middle.  It was difficult to lay down as the steel police cuffs were painful when you lay on them.  To encourage her, Sarah used her whip again, striking Eve’s breasts and cunt. Eve did manage, however.  Sarah removed her leg irons, then using ropes tied Eve’s leg to the bed posts are the foot of the bed, spreading her legs widely.  Eve felt very vulnerable, more so that she had ever felt.  In this situation, Eve felt threatened..  The next thing Sarah did horrified Eve.

       From a closet, Sarah brought out a variable speed electric reciprocating saw, the type carpenters use when building a house..  It was a seriously dangerous looking piece of equipment.  The saw blade had been replaced, however, with a large rubber cock, a dildo.  The saw was mounted on a frame, which Sarah attached to the foot of the bed between Eve‘s legs.  The large dildo was touching Eve’s sensitive pussy lips.  Using KY Jelly, Sarah lubricated the saw mounted dildo.  After doing so, she adjusted the position of the reciprocating saw until the rubber dildo was firmly lodged in Eve’s steaming pussy.  Eve wanted to beg Sarah to not do this.  She was afraid of the saw.  She did not know what damage it might do.  Sarah seemed to be a woman “possessed”.  Eve mewed against her gag, trying to beg for mercy, but to no avail.

       Sarah stood there looking at her handy work.  She touched and fondled Eve’s bound breasts, and moved her hand to feel her pussy which was filled with a motorized rubber cock.  Sarah plugged the saw into an electrical socket on the wall.

       “Now, little slave, we are going to have fun.  I am going to let this marvelous machine fuck you while I attend to your tits.  Enjoy!”

       Sarah reached down and turned on the switch to the reciprocating saw.  It moved at a slow pace, making the rubber cock move in and out of her soaking wet cunt.  The effect was almost immediate.  Eve could feel it moving.  She stiffened against the probably pain.  The pain did not come.  The moving dildo filled her, and felt good.  She never imagined a machine would feel good, but it did.  Absorbed in the feeling the saw was giving her, Eve closed her eyes.  She was a prisoner of this young woman and the reciprocating saw.

       Suddenly her breasts were bathed in fire!  She jerked open her eyes to see Sarah standing beside the bed with a multi-thronged whip in her hand.  She watched with horror as Sarah brought the whip down sharply across her bound breasts.  The fact that her breasts were bound compounded the pain of the whip.  On one hand she was being fucked, and on the other hand, Sarah was brutally whipping her tightly bound breasts.  Eve tried to struggle to no avail.  Very soon she was sobbing and screaming into her gag.  Just when she thought she could bear no more, Sarah stopped.

       The reciprocating saw was still doing its job as Sarah leaned down to talk to Eve.  “Cunt, I am going to remove your gag.  If you say one word, I will whip your tits until you think they will fall off.  Now, keep quiet!”

       As soon as the gag was removed, Sarah straddled Eve’s face and lowered her pussy to Eve’s lips.  “Now, suck my pussy, Slave!  If you don’t do a good job, I will flail your tits until you can’t stand it!”

       Eve went to work.  She had never sucked a pussy, but she knew what it felt like when hers was sucked by Daman or David.  Imitating what she had felt, she worked on Sarah’ pussy.  Sarah was slapping and twisting Eve’s bound breasts.   Eve believed she  must be doing a good job, however, because after a minute or two, Sarah was so busy humping Eve’s mouth she forgot to torture her breasts.  Sarah did reach down and sped up the action of the reciprocating saw.  Now the saw was fucking Eve’s pussy faster.  Her cunt was responding.  The rubber cock felt good.  She and Sarah were in the groove.  Both women were approaching a climax.  In a matter of a minute or two, she felt Sarah starting to cum as she, herself, was approaching a climax with the saw mounted rubber cock. 

       Then it happened, just as both women reached the point of no return, Sarah’s pussy was suddenly removed from her mouth.  It was as if Sarah’s body had been jerked away from Eve’s face.  Surprised, and in a sexual haze she looked up and thought she saw Daman.  It was Daman!  He was holding Sarah, with one arm around her waist and the other holding  her hands behind her back.  He was watching his mother as the reciprocating saw was making her climax.  She thought he would stop the saw, but he didn’t.  The saw just kept fucking, and fucking her.  It was relentless.  Her world exploded like an erotic Roman candle or sky rocket.  Her climax was thundering in her ears, as stars played before her eyes.  That’s all she could remember.  The world turned dark, as if the lights went out.

       Some time later Eve started to come around.  She remembered where she was, but things had changed.  The reciprocating saw was not fucking her.  Her breasts were no longer painfully bound.  Her wrists were held behind her back with her leather cuffs and not the harsh police handcuffs.  It was then she realized she was laying on a couch in Jacob’s dungeon, and she was laying on Daman’s lap.  One of his hands was massaging her abused breasts while the other was stroking her hair.

       “Oh, Daman”, she cried.  “God, is it good to see you….”

       Daman interrupted her, kissing her passionately.  Eve kissed him back again, and again.  She loved Daman’s kiss, especially when he is fondling her breasts.

       “Daman,  Sir, please untie me”, she asked.

       Daman smiled, “Nawww, I like you like this.  You stay tied  Maybe when we get home, I’ll untie you…, maybe.”

       He hugged her to him and kissed her again.  Eve was happy.  She was being held and kissed by her master, and son.  If he wanted her tied, then that is the way it should be.  Tears came to her eyes as she buried her face in his chest.  God, it was good to be under his control again.

Continued………….

         

All About Eve - 13

Eve’s story

       It was the wee hours of the morning before Daman could bring Eve home.  Jacob had arrived home shortly after Daman had rescued Eve.  Immediately any talk about bringing to police into this “kidnapping” was discarded.  This would mean the discovery that Eve was Daman’s mother.  They did not want that disclosure.  Everyone in the room also knew there was no correct answer to any police questions about how Sarah kidnapped Eve.  It would appear as if Eve contributed to her own abduction.

       Jacob had arrived home shortly after Daman had rescued Eve.  A lot of talk followed about Sarah and what to do about her.  Jacob affirmed he would punish her, and after he was through, he would turn her over to Daman for punishment.  When Daman burst into the room where Sarah was keeping Eve, sexually abusing her, he quickly tied up the naked struggling Sarah in a rather stringent “hog tie”.  She was demanding to be untied, so he gagged her.  Now, Jacob had taken custody of her.  He was angry.  He was looking forward to an extended period of time during which he would have unfettered access to Eve.  Now, Sarah may have ruined the whole thing.  Jacob was angry.

       Eve was hoping she would not be required to punish Sarah.  Yes, she was angry with Sarah for what she had done, but she could not imagine hurting her.  Being a deeply committed submissive, Eve could not bring herself to inflict pain on Sarah. It was not in her makeup.  She would submit to others, but it would be very difficult for her to act as a dominant.

       Eve was still naked and bound as Daman drove her home.  He did not even cover her with a cape.  He delighted in seeing his mother naked and bound, but he was also aroused by what had just happened to her.  The thought of her being kidnapped, and tormented, totally against her will was very exciting.  Up until now, Eve had submitted to her torments and the sexual demands of others.  But, this was for real.  She did not have a choice in what happened to her.  This was interesting.  In time, Daman wanted to pursue this element of her slavery.

       As they drove home, Eve’s curiosity became too much, so she had to ask, “I’m really glad you rescued me, but how did you know Sarah had kidnapped me?”

       Daman smiled, or maybe leered, “Well, Sweet Slave, I have surprise for you.  You don’t know it, but I have rigged our house with video cameras.  They are very good ones, and are in color.  I can see our entire house on video.  I have it rigged so if I am away, and I miss seeing you, I can bring the house up on my lap-top computer and I can see you, what you are doing, and so on.  I was in a meeting, and when I got out I opened my lap top to get a look at you.  You were not home, yet your car was in the garage.  So, I looked at the digital recording of what had happened after I left home, and there you were.  You were allowing Sarah to make you helpless, and then she kidnapped you.”

       Daman paused and Eve remarked, “I had no idea the house was rigged like that. How long have you been able to watch me?”

       “Oooh, about six months.  I haven’t told David yet, but I can set it up so he can watch you on this system.  You are very interesting and arousing to watch when you don’t know anyone is watching.  I watch you groom yourself and exercise, watch you bathe, and watch as you do things around the house.  I have seen you deliberately examine the bondage equipment, and the whips I have purchased, and even watch as you view the many videos I have made of you, especially when you were being whipped and fucked, or made to suck me and David.  I have watched you fondle yourself when you are alone, but I have never seen you cum.  This is good, because you are not to cum without my permission.  If you had, I would have had to punish you.  I am consumed with you and your sexual slavery, so I decided to extend the situation to where I could watch you anytime I want, no matter where I am.”

       Eve was dumbfounded.  She could not imagine being watched all the time.  She was very glad she had not made herself cum.  That act would have surely resulted in a harsh punishment.  By same token, the fact that Daman was so consumed by her , and her slavery, fascinated her.  She found herself sitting there, riding along with Daman, being aroused by this information.  ‘Good God’, she thought.  ’I am hopeless.  I am now controlled and watched twenty four hours a day, and it turns me on!’

       Daman put his had on her thigh, then slipped it between her legs touching her pussy.  Instinctively, Eve opened her well shaped legs to allow Daman complete access to her.  ’Damn’, she thought.  ’I can’t believe how much of a complete slave I am.  I have just been kidnapped, and raped by Sarah, and now I revel in being bound, touched and fondled.  If Daman wants me, I know I will submit, and do whatever he wants.  Yeah, I’m a slave!’

       Daman spoke, “Hmmnnn…, Slave, your cunt is wet.  After all you’ve been through tonight, you cunt is hot and wet.  You want to explain?”

       Eve didn’t know quite what to say, “Yessir, I’ll try.  When Sarah humiliated me at dinner the other night, I hated it, yet, it excited me.  When she came to the house, she was so friendly.  She wanted to know about my slavery to you, and how I was bound, and how gags worked.  So, I let her do what she wanted, then I found myself kidnapped.  I was scared to death, yet, so help me God, I was aroused.  I can’t explain it.

       Daman smiled again as he fondled her pussy, “Do you think it was because your were actually kidnapped and sexually abused, with absolutely no choice?  You are submissive, but in an abstract way everything that has happened to you, up until now, you basically had to submit to.  In this case, you were really kidnapped, abducted, and sexually abused.  I think that turned you on.  What do you think?”

       There it was.  Now she had to face the demon.  Was she so submissive that being abducted would excite her?  If she were a real prisoner of an abductor, would she still be excited, turned on?  She did not know.  Her mind was in turmoil.  This was putting a whole different light on things.

       “Oh, Daman, I don’t know”, she pleaded.  “I really don’t know.  If that is true, what does that make me?

       “For one”, Daman answered.  “It makes you one of the most exciting women ever.  If the word got out that you were turned by being abducted, and forced to any unspeakable act, you would be like catnip.  Every sadist in the country would want you.  You can’t imagine what a turn on that would be.  Hell, I’ve got a hard on just thinking about it.  Speaking of which, lean over here and suck my cock!”

       Daman bared his cock and watched at Eve moved her head and pretty mouth down to his manhood.  His cock throbbed as she moved her soft lips over the head. 

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Eve’s story

       My mind was in turmoil.  I had just been abducted and “raped”.  Now here I was, going home after being rescued, and I was sucking my son’s cock.  There is no question in my mind that he has the right to keep me naked and bound, and make me suck his cock.  Yes, I was aroused by the thought of being kidnapped and sexually abused.  A lot of women have a rape fantasy.  I have experienced a form of this fantasy, and I am turned on by the abuse I suffered.  That thought excited, and scared me.

       Here I am, naked and bound, riding home with Daman after he rescued me, and now he is making me suck his cock, and I love it!  I don’t understand.  All I can logic is that I love my slavery to him, and will do what ever he wants.  I wonder what will happen to me.  What will my future be like?  Will I always be Daman’s sex slave, or will he give me to another master, could it be possible for him to sell me into sexual slavery.  Now I am thinking like a crazy woman.  I can feel Daman’s cock throbbing in my mouth.  He is pulling over to the side of the road.  I know he wants to cum in my mouth, and I want him to.

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       It was good to be home after her harrowing incident with Sarah.  Several weeks had passed, but Eve was still bothered by her feelings.  She was surprised how easy it was to be kidnapped, and further, she was still experiencing some mixed emotions about how she was aroused when she was actually kidnapped..  Those thoughts were soon pushed to the back of her mind.  Her other son, David was coming home, soon.  It was time for Spring break.

       Eve and Daman continued their lifestyle.  There was no let up on her continued sexual slavery.  Jacob had been a guest in their home on several occasions, and at those times she had been given to him.  The last of these meetings changed the relationship between her and Jacob.

       Jacob was fascinated by Daman having a beautiful lover/slave that was several years older than him.  No question that Eve was a beautiful and sexy woman.  Any man would desire her.  The fact that she was very submissive sexually was an extreme turn on for him.  The problem was that when he asked Daman or Eve about how they became acquainted, and intimate, the answers always seemed rather vague.  That all changed.

       On this particular evening, Jacob was invited to the Collins house to enjoy the talents and beauty of Eve.  He arrived at about 7:00 PM.  Daman answered the door and invited Jacob in.

       “Hey, Guy, come in”, Daman welcomed.

       They shook hands as Jacob entered the house.  Daman paused in the living room and talked with Jacob.

       “Look, there’s been a slight changed in the evening.  I have to go out for a while, so cannot be here with you and Eve.”

       Jacob was disappointed, replied, “Wow, that’s too bad.  I was really looking forward to an evening with Eve, and you.”

       A smiling Daman answered, “Oh, that’s not a problem.  You will have her all by yourself.  I think you can handle that.”

       Jacob, surprised, looking around the room, said,  “Well, yeah, that’d be great.  That would be a fantasy come true.  An evening alone with the beautiful slave Eve.  Yeah, I can handle that.  I don’t see her, where is she?”

       Daman replied, “Patience, Old Man, patience.  She is back in the bedroom, very neatly tied up, waiting for you.  She knows she will be alone with you.  This is the first time she has been alone with anyone but me.  You know the rules, so go enjoy her.  If you leave before I get back, just lock her wrists behind her with the leather cuffs and put her to bed.  Make sure you don’t leave her gagged.  There is a chain anchored behind the headboard of the bed with a leather collar on the end.  Lock that around her neck before you leave.”

       Jacob registered surprise, again.  “You lock Eve up like that all the time?”

       “No, of course not.  Not all the time.  Yeah, it is hot to have her as a prisoner, but also, I want to make it difficult for anyone to kidnap her again.”

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       Eve’s story

       I have become used to being bound and helpless.  In fact, I have grown to love it,  Predicament bondage in which I am made helpless just because some one wants it that way is rather exciting.  It can be demanding, but exciting.  This is different, however.

       Daman is giving me to Jacob, again.  Only this time he will not be here.  I will be alone with Jacob.  It is scary, yet, since I know Jacob, there is definitely an air of excitement and arousal.  My arousal is nothing unusual.  Daman had not allowed me to have a climax for four days.  He has made love to me, made me suck him, toyed and played with me, yet I have been denied a climax.  There are moments when it drives me crazy.  I have begged him to let me cum, but he will not relent.  Now, as I stand here, I am a little afraid of being alone with Jacob, but I am aroused, very aroused. 

       Daman has fixed me rather soundly.  My wrists are locked behind me with leather cuffs.  Naturally, he has used a leather strap to bind my elbows together, thus displaying my breasts.  My ankles are also locked together.  Standing, I am tied to one of the posts at the foot of our large four poster bed.  A rope is been wrapped tightly around my waist and the bed post, with another tied to my collar and the bed post, each to insure I am where Daman wants me.  The rope attached to my collar is tight, allowing virtually no movement.  A penis gag insures my silence.

       I stand there, shifting back and forth on my high heel pumps, wondering what Jacob will do to, and with me.  I can see myself in a full length mirror, mounted on the wall.  I am pleased with my looks, but I am sure it will inflame Jacobs libido.  My pussy is smoldering.  I look like I am begging to be abused and used.  I suppose there is a lot of truth to that.  I am told that a bound naked slave girl is something most men cannot resist.  The bondage also tells them that anything is possible with the slave.  I continue to wonder what Jacob will do.

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       Jacob walked into the bedroom, expectantly.  He was not disappointed.  There bound to the bedpost, was Eve, as promised.  She looked fantastic.  Jacobs cock became rigid, almost instantly.  He walked over to her and grasped both raised breasts.  He could never resist touching and tormenting her breasts.  He leaned forward and kissed Eve on her gagged mouth as he playing with her breasts.

       “Well, slave lady, Daman is gone, I am here with you, and the possibilities are limitless.”

       He kissed her again, than sharply slapped both of Eve’s breasts.  They bounced and jiggled lasciviously back to their original raised position.  He smiled, and slapped them again, at the same time, causing them to slap against each other.  Eve winced, but remained silent behind her gag, and stood still enduring the surprise assault.

       “Damn, you are hot!  You were made to be a slave, and I for one aim to keep you that way.  Just stand there and wait while I get undressed.”

       Eve had no choice.  She was bound and gagged and was not going anywhere until someone released her.  She stood in her bound position, watching Jacob undress.  In a moment or two he was naked, his rigid cock pointing out to her, bouncing as he walked.  Eve watched as Jacob went to a closet, the one used to store all of Daman’s bondage equipment and whips.  From that closet Jacob secured a rather formidable multi-stranded flogger type whip.  She knew this whip.  It could inflect a significant amount of pain, yet not damage the skin.  Daman had used this whip many times on her.

       Jacob approached her, shaking the whip out, “Well, Sweet Slave, we are here, and this is my time to really enjoy you.  I am going to work with your tits for a while.”

       He reached out and squeezed each of her delicious globes.  Slapping them, he was testing their resilience.  He leaned over and kissed the nipples of each breast, momentarily sucking on each of them.  Then, stepping to her side, he brought the whip up and swung it across her breasts.  The blow was not all that hard, but she could feel the weight of the whip.  Her breasts absorbed the blow, bouncing and jiggling on her chest.  Quickly he brought the whip to bear again, only harder this time.  The whip struck directly across her nipples.  Eve flinched as the pain of her nipples became apparent.  Soon her breasts were bouncing and shuddering constantly under Jacob’s whip.  Pink striations were appearing on the soft creamy skin of her breasts.

       Jacob moved his whip down Eve’s body.  Down past her stomach, and to her pussy and creamy thighs.  Eve is squirming as if to avoid the whip, to no avail.  Jacob stops the whipping and stand there stroking his cock as he looks at Eve and his handy work   He is pleased.  His cock aches for her, but he has some more things he wants to do.  He lays the whip on the bed and kneels down to release her ankles.  Next is the rope around her waist, and then the rope holder her collar to the bed post.

       “On your knees, Slave, you have some business there”, Jacob orders.

       Once on her knees, Jacob takes the penis gag from her sensitive mouth.  Eve works her jaw to relieve the pressure that was placed on her mouth by the gag.

       Jacob orders, “Enough, Slave, suck!

       Eve leaned forward and kissed the throbbing head of his cock.  Then, slowly and sensually, she takes Jacobs cock in her mouth.  She has sucked his cock before and knows it’s sensitive points.  She works his cock like a hungry terrier.  Jacob rocks his body back and forth to the rhythm set by Eve.  He realizes he is getting close to a climax and quickly withdraws his cock from her mouth.  Eve looks up at him disappointed that he has taken his cock from her.  He reaches down and helps her to stand.

       Grabbing a hand full of rope, Jacob says, “Come with me Slave, we have business in the living room.”

       Jacob reaches out and grabs Eve’s right nipple,  Twisting it, and pulling on it, he uses it as a leash to take her to the living room.  There is no doubt that he intends to take her there for any further torture and ravishment.  In the living room he makes her sit down on the couch, on the center cushion.  Curiously, he makes her sit on the edge of the couch, so close to the edge she is nearly ready to slide to the floor.  He places several pillows on the couch, behind her and requires her to recline on the pillows.  Now she is sitting on the edge of the couch, reclining on some pillows which support her back and head.  Her bound arms and wrists are pinned beneath her.

       Jacob has more work to do.  He ties a strand of rope around each of her ankles.  Then, he spread her legs as wide as he could and ties the ropes to the legs of the couch.  Now her legs are spread widely, and secured there.  Her cunt and breasts a totally at his mercy.  Jacob kneels on the floor between Eve’s thighs.  His cock is touching the sensitive and heated tissues of her pussy.

       “Now, my slave, here is what is going to happen.  I have heard that when a cunt is whipped, it tightens up and is a better fuck than an cunt that has not been whipped.  I want to find out if the is true, and you are my subject for this experiment.  I want you remain quiet.  Any noise and I will gag you again.”

       Jacob slipped his rigid cock into Eve’s soaking pussy.  He fucked her for about two or three minutes, then withdrew his cock.  She was enjoying his cock and was trying to move her hips to better enjoy it.

       “Well, I have to admit”, he said.  “Your cunt feels good without it being whipped.  Your cunt does great things to a man’s cock.  Now let’s see if the whip will change things.”

       Eve gasped as Jacob lashed her pussy.  It was not brutally hard, but still there was pain as the whip stung her cunt.  The whip continued until she was moaning and nearly ready to cry.  Jacob stopped the whipping and knelt between her thighs again.  Once again he eased his cock into her heated well whipped cunt.  Moving his cock in out of her, he was paying attention to how her cunt felt.  Eve was absorbed with the feeling of his cock.

       “Damn!  They were right”, exclaimed Jacob.  “A whipped cunt is better.  You know what that means, don’t you?  You cunt may be whipped on a regular basis!  Your cunt is fantastic, but after being whipped, it is better!”

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       Eve’s story

       It seems that a whip defines my life.  Jacob whipped my pussy.  The whip hurt, yet made me hot.  Then he put his cock in my pussy and claimed the whip made it tighter and hotter.  I don’t know.  I am helpless, and have just had my pussy whipped and now my tormenter is fucking me.  The whipping scalded my pussy, but now I love how he is fucking me.  I close my eyes and become absorbed with what he and his cock is doing.  I look down and watch as his cock plunges in and out of my pussy.  I am getting close to a climax.  I just pray he lets me cum.  I can’t help it but I am humping as best I can do given how I am tied.

       What is he doing?  He has just pulled his cock from my pussy!  I hate it.  I want his cock.  I need to cum!

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       Eve is surprised when Jacob pulls his cock from her cunt.  She is desperate for a climax.

       “Pleeease, Jacob.  Don’t leave me like this.  Please let me cum”, Eve begged.

       Jake just smiled and picked up his whip.  Then he put his hand over her mouth to gag any sounds which might come from her.  Eve’s eyes had a “begging” look as she looked at him over his gagging hand.  Jacob swung his whip down at her cunt as he tightened his hand on her mouth.  The whip slapped into her vulnerable pussy.  Eve flinched.  The whip came crashing down again, and again.  Jacob was administering a serious whipping to her pussy, possibly the hardest cunt whipping she has ever had.

       Eve tried to struggle, but her bondage prevented her escape.  She tried to close her legs to protect her pussy from Jacob’s whip, but his tight bondage kept her legs spread widely and her pussy open to his whip.  Soon she was crying and screaming into his hand.  He held his hand tighter as his whip slammed into her abused pussy.  The tender lips of her cunt was bright pink and swollen from the abuse she was experiencing.

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       Eve’s story

       OMIGOD!  I did not know what to do.  Jacobs whip was demanding and scalding my sensitive pussy.  I  had never been whipped so hard.  His hand is clamped across my mouth.  I am crying and screaming into his hand.  My tears a running down my cheeks and on to his hand.  The harder he whips my pussy, the harder he clamps down on my mouth…………….

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       Jacob let he whip had rest as he laid the whip across Eve’s thigh.  She was still sobbing hard into his hand.  She was beautiful when she was in pain.  He looked down at her, and spoke to her as he continued to hold his hand on her mouth.

       “Slave, I am going to remove my hand and you are to answer my question.  I don’t want to hear anything but that answer.  Don’t beg, don’t complain about the whip, don’t ask for mercy.  If you don’t answer my question, I will start whipping your cunt again, and I will whip your cunt until you answer my question..  Do you understand?

       Eve whimpered into his gagging hand as she nodded her head to the affirmative.

       “Now, here is the question“. informed Jacob.  “You and Daman tell me you are a different age lovers.  I don’t believe that.  I want to know what your relationship is to Daman.  Are you his Aunt, or something like that?”

       Eve’s eyes widened in surprise.  As he moved his hand, Eve shook her head.  She did not want to answer.

       “No, no, no.  Daman and I are just lovers.  No, no, I can’t…………….”

       Jacobs hand came down hard, clamping itself over Eve’s mouth.  He pulled the whip off her thigh.  He raised it in the air and brought it hard down on her cunt.  His cadence picked up against the soft tissues of her pussy.  Eve was screaming again and attempting to avoid the whip to no avail.

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       Eve’s story

       I can’t answer Jacob.  I can’t!  His whip is like a hot poker on my pussy.  I need him to stop whipping me there.  He won’t stop!  He wants an answer.  I can’t tell him about me and my sons.  I just can’t.  Oh GOD, my pussy hurts.  Please stop, please, I can’t tell him.  Why does he want to know this?  I can’t tell him!  His whip just hit my pussy again.  What am I going to do?

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       Jacob stop whipping again, laying his whip on Eve’s thigh.  He hand squeezed her right breast as he leaned in close to her tear stained face.  She was sobbing into his clamping hand.

       “Now, little slave”, he started.  “You can see I am serious.  I am going to remove my hand, and you are going to tell me what your relationship to Daman is.  Don’t fuck with me, because I don’t think your cunt can stand much more of my whip.  Now, answer me!”

       Jacob pinched her nipple to emphasize his question.  He moved his hand from her sobbing mouth.  Eve gasped for air and looked, pleadingly, into Jacob’s eyes.

       “Please, Sir.  Please, I can’t answer you.  Daman and I are lovers, nothing more……..”

       Jacob clamped his hand hard across her mouth.  His whip slammed into the cunt again, and again.  Eve was crying so hard her chest was heaving.  After a few more lashes on her pussy, Jacob stopped whipping her again.

       “OK, now.  You are going to answer me, and tell the truth!  Are you Daman’s aunt?  Your cunt is going to get a lot more of the same.  Answer me!”

       Jacob moved his hand, while his whip had slapped Eve’s much abused cunt.  Eve’ gasped and whimpered.

       “Please, please, no more please, no more”, she begged.

       “Cunt, answer me!”

       Oh, please, I must not say……”

       Jacob slapped her cunt again.  Eve flinched and bit her lip.

       “O.k., ok!  Please, no more please, I can’t take any more.  I’ll tell you.  Daman is my son”, Eve sobbed.

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       Eve’s story

       What have I done?  I just told Jacob that my son and I are lovers!  No body should know that.  What is going to happen?  I couldn’t help it.  My pussy was killing me, I couldn’t take any more.  What’s going to happen now?  What if Jacob tells other people?  What am I going to do?  What will Daman do? 

       Now what?  Jacob is kneeling between my thighs and his cock is touching my poor pussy.  I think he is going to fuck me.  He is, he is putting his cock in my pussy.  I can’t stop him.  Oh, God, I can’t believe it.  My pussy has just been whipped horribly, and now I am being fucked.  I like the feel of his cock in my pussy.  No…, no, I love the feel of his cock in my pussy.  I can look down and see the faint marks of his whip on my breasts, and I can see his cock plunging in and out of my poor whipped pussy.  My cunt still hurts from the whipping, yet, I love his cock in me.  I am hopeless.  What is going to happen to me?  Oooooh, God, his cock feels good!  The scalding pain of his whip is making my pussy even hotter…..

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       Jacob was surprised by Eve’s revelation, yet he was not surprised.  He knew there was more to that relationship than he had been told.   Now he knew.  This is one hell of a secret.  His cock ached.  He had really enjoyed torturing Eve.  Now he needed to fuck her.  She was still sobbing as he knelt between her gorgeous thighs.  Her cunt was very pink and swollen from the whipping she had just received.  He eased his cock into her battered cunt.  She was wet and hot.  The pain was arousing her. 

       Jacob rocked back and forth on his knees pushing and pulling his cock in and out of Eve’s cunt.  He noticed that she had stopped crying and was moaning softly as he fucked her.  He knew she had not had a climax in several days, and she was wanting to please him to have the much desired cum.  He fucked her harder now.  Her pussy did feel good.  He could swear it felt better now that it did the last time.  The obvious difference what that her cunt had just been whipped  and slapped.  He loved fucking this woman, but tonight was special.  She had just received a very hard whipping, against anything she could have hoped for.  She had been tortured, and now fucked.  She was genuinely a prisoner, and his will would be her mandate.  She had no choice.

       As Jacob fucked Eve, he could tell she was close to a climax.  He decided to let her cum.  In a matter of about ten or so strokes of his cock, her cunt exploded.  Eve screamed with release.  She was humping his cock like a mad woman.  It seemed as if her climax would never stop.  Finally, the sensation ebbed, and she came back down to Earth.  Jacob pulled his rigid cock from her cunt.  She lay there totally exhausted and sated.  She could see his cock, shiny with her juices covering it.  He  untied her ankles and let her bring her legs together.  Her pussy lips were still swollen from the whipping and fucking she had just experienced.

       “Slave“, Jacob spoke, “Get down on your knees.”

       An exhausted Eve did her best and finally ended up on her knees in front of Jacob.  He sat down on the couch and ordered Eve to crawl in her knees to him, and get between his thighs in front of his cock.  Eve know what to expect.  She did as she was ordered and found herself facing Jacobs hard throbbing cock.  Her wrists and arms still bound behind her, she leaned forward and kissed the heated head of his cock.  She could taste her juices.

       “Take my cock into your mouth and make me cum.  Swallow all of my cum, or you will regret it”, Jacob admonished.

       Not wanting any more punishment or torture, she went to work on Jacob’s cock, sucking it with abandon.  With in a minute or two Jacob was coming in her mouth with red hot jets of cum.  She worked hard to swallow all of his issue, and was reasonably successful.  Eve held his cock in her mouth until she had sucked it dry and it began to recede.  When it slipped from her mouth, he made her stand.  He removed her bonds and cuffed her hands together in front of her, then  ordered her back to her knees.  I ordered her to use her cuffed hands to massage his cock and balls while he sat in the easy chair and talked to her.

       Jacob asked her about her slavery to her son.  He cautioned her to tell the truth and answer his questions.  He threatened to whip her cunt again if she was not forthcoming.  Eve wanted to please, and did not want her pussy whipped again, tonight.  She explained her past life with her husband, and how that he had given her to his two sons to be their sex slave as well as his.  Jacob was amazed, and fascinated.

       “Have you told anyone else about your arrangement”, he asked.

       “No, of course not, we are afraid to do so.  We just don’t want to problems with our community and the friends we have.  I am sure there are several state laws we have violated.  Please, Sir, I am begging you, please don’t tell anyone about this.”

       “Well, OK, but I want something in exchange.  I want total access to you at anytime Daman or his brother are not using you.  You are a hot lady, and I want more of you.  You can tell Daman tonight.  He can give me my answer tomorrow.”

       With her hands stroking in half hard cock, Eve answered, “Yessir.  I’ll do what ever you want.  Just, please, don’t tell anyone.”

       They continued to talk for a short time, then Jacob ordered her us use her hands to bring his cock off again, and let the cum splatter on her face and breasts.  Eve obeyed.  Soon she had his hot cum on her face and breasts, with some of it ending up on her thighs and belly.  Eve and Jacob took a shower together, then he locked her wrists behind her back, and put her to bed as Daman has requested.

       After Jacob left, Eve lay there, chained to her bed with her hands and wrists locked behind her back, wondering what was going to happen now.

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       Eve’s story

       This had been one heck of a night.  I thought I would just be Daman’s slave, given to Jacob to play with.  I never suspected he would torture me and make me admit Daman and I were mother and son.  Now I am worried.  What is going to happen?  Jacob wants more access to me.  I don’t really want to do that, but I can live with that, I suppose, if I have to, but I don’t want Daman upset with me  I would do nearly anything to kept our life a secret, so I will do what I can to please Daman.  Oh, God, I wish he were here I need to talk to him. I need him to hug me.  I need to know what he is going to say.  He may want to punish me.  I deserve what ever he decides.  I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

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       Eve  was exhausted, so she fell asleep before Daman returned home.  In the time just before midnight she heard him come in, soon to be in their bed.

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All About Eve - 14        

       It was just after two in the morning.  Eve and Daman were lying on their bed.  They had been there since Daman had returned at midnight.  When he came into the bedroom, he had turned on the lamp next to the bed.  Eve was lying there with her wrists locked behind her back and a chain and collar around her neck chaining her to the bed.  She was exactly like he wanted her, and like the instructions he had given Jacob.

       Eve was quiet, and watched passively as her son undressed and climbed into bed with her.  She was still at a loss as to how she was going to tell him how Jacob had tortured her, learning the she and Daman were not just lovers, but in fact were mother and son.  She noticed that Daman’s cock was rigid.  She loved her son’s erect cock, and the pleasure it gave her.  Daman pulled back the covers, baring her body.  He slipped between her thighs and placed his cock at the soft nether lips of her cunt.  As he started to push is cock into her, Eve flinched and moaned.  Daman stopped and pulled his cock from her.

       “What’s the problem”, he asked.

       Eve timidly replied, “Ooh, nothing.  Jacob was a little rough tonight.”

       Daman looked down at her pussy.  He was surprised by the reddish color of her tender pubic tissues and the evidence of whip marks on her there.

       “Wow, I guess he was.  Why was he so rough on you?”

       Eve tried to respond but broke down in tears.  Daman was puzzled, yet concerned for his mother.  He wrapped his arms around and he held her close.  Even in his concern about her, he had to admit it felt good to have his heavy cock pressed against her soft smooth belly.  He almost released her wrists from their bondage, but thought better of it.  He liked her bound, so for the time being, bound she shall stay.

       After a couple of minutes, Eve’s crying stopped with her head buried in daman’s chest.  He felt good to her, but, she know she must tell him about her revelation to Jacob.  Over the next several minutes she told Daman what had happened, and how he had whipped her cunt so hard she finally confessed that she and him were mother and son.  Daman had a look of concern and anger on his face.  He rolled over on his back and pulled Eve to his side.  His arm was around her and her head was resting on his chest.  She did not ask him to release her, and never questioned why she was still bound.  It was just an accepted part of her life.

       They talked for the next hour or so about the situation.  Finally, Daman sat up and looked down at Eve.

       “Well, first of all”, he said.  “We cannot afford to have this information out in the public.  I am sure we are in violation of several state laws, and it would destroy our business connections.  Any friends we have would scorn us.  It would seriously damage our lives.”

       Eve agreed with him, but was at a loss as to what to do.  To be honest., she was leaving this to Daman.

       Daman, continued, “I’ll have a talk with Jacob tomorrow.  I need to get this thing settled.  If all he wants is to have more access to you, then maybe that is the way it will have to be for the time being, until I can figure something out.”

       Eve quietly said, “Oh, Daman, I am so sorry.  I just could not hold out.  The pain was terrible.  After I confessed,. I wished I had held out.  I did not want to hurt you, and don’t want to cause you any problems.  At the time, I just felt I had no other choice.”

       Daman kissed her and squeezed her breasts.  Her lips and breasts felt good to him.  He would work something out between him and Jacob.  It was possible that Eve would be subject to more of Jacob’s ministrations.

       “It’s all right”, he replied.  “Let’s face it, we live in a rarified world.  If Jacob had done this to you, and you were strangers, he would be going to prison.  In our own little cloistered world, he is allowed to treat you like that.  He did go beyond my rules about your treatment, but since there was no injuries, we have no recourse.  Normally, I would take him out of the picture, not allowing him to have you.  Given this complication, I don’t quite know how I can do that.  Are you ready to be available to him, at least for the time being?”

       Eve rolled into him, raising her head and kissed him on the cheek.  “I will do anything  you want.  I am sorry, but I will do whatever you say.”

       Daman kissed her, the asked, “Did Jacob fuck you after he whipped your cunt?”        

       She paused, the affirmed he had in fact fucked her.  She almost dreaded the next question.  It would be admitting so much about herself.

       “When he fucked you, did you have a climax”, he asked.

       With down cast eyes, Eve replied, “Yessir.  I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t help it.”

       Daman answered, “Sweet slave, my cock aches.  You need to do something about that.”

       Eve then moved down past Daman’s stomach to his rigid cock.  She took it in her mouth and started to suck it and lash it with her tongue.  Daman moaned quietly and he relaxed and let her take him where ever her mouth was taking him.

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       Eve’s story

       I never felt so bad in my life.  My confession to Jacob could turn our lives into a mess.  Maybe I could have held out and endured Jacob’s torture.  I just don’t know.  Now, I knew I would be seeing much more of Jacob.  He will be able to torture me, and fuck me as much as he wants.  I am not sure I would want to do this, but I knew I had to.  To keep our lives a secret, I knew I would be Jacob’s sex slave, too.  I am scared.  What will he do to me?  He has already tortured and punished me harder than I have ever been punished.  Will he continue to do that, or will he be more reasonable and not be so cruel.  I guess I will find out.  Yet, I  have to admit to Daman, and myself, at the height of the pain Jacob was causing me, I was aroused.  I will never understand that.  I have heard the fact that I had endure what was being done to me is arousing.

       Now I am sucking Daman’s cock.  I want to show him how I love him, and how I enjoy him.  Maybe this will be some kind of appreciation for his love, and for the new complication in their lives.  His cock feels good.  It is throbbing in my mouth.  I can hear him moaning with pleasure.  I hope things work out.  I am scared.

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       Daman left late in the morning to see Jacob.  Eve was worried.  After she groomed herself, she cleaned house.  When the afternoon got late, she started to prepare dinner.  She felt a simple meal of Alfredo pasta and a couple of pieces of grilled chicken would hit the spot.  Daman had always liked that meal.  She made sure she looked good.  Naked as usual, with black patent leather heels, matching black leather collar, wrists and ankle cuffs completed her attire.  She was nervous, or at least apprehensive.  She did not know what was going to happen to their lives, and more directly, what was going to happen to her.

       Eve heard Daman’s car in the driveway.  She went to the front door, and dropped to her knees.  She put her hands behind her neck like she was taught to do.  The door opened and in walked Daman.  He smiled down at her.  In stead of his usual action, unzipping his trousers and pulling his cock out for her to suck, he leaned down and helped her stand.  He put his arms around her, pulling her to him in a hug, and kissed her. Eve kissed him back, passionately, just as she had been taught.  Even though her training made her kiss like that, she wanted to.  She loved Daman, and wanted him to know her love and submission was real.

       “Sweet slave, it has been a long day.  I can smell dinner, so lets eat.  I will tell you what happened as we eat”, Daman instructed.

       While Eve was setting the table, Daman undressed as usual.  Nudity was standard in the Collins house.  They sat down and ate dinner, rather quietly.  Daman seem hesitant to talk about what he and Jacob had talked about.  This suspense was driving her to distraction.  After dinner, Daman went in to the living room and sat down on the couch.  Eve came in and sat next to him.  She reached over and grasped his semi-erect cock and started to stroke it as Daman put his arm around her and held her close.

       “Would you please tell me what happened between you and Jacob”, Eve asked.

       Daman sighed, and answered, “Yeah, we had a long talk.  He promised me he would not tell anyone about us, but he wants greatly increased access to you.  Basically, anytime my or David are note taking advantage of you, he wants you available to him.  If he sees you walking in a shopping mall, he wants to be able to demand you go with him.  If you are driving down the street, and he pulls up beside you, and motions you over to the curb, he wants to be able to demand you accompany him.”

       Eve unconsciously gripped Daman’s cock a little harder, and replied, “He is really serious.  That means I am totally subject to his wishes, and can never refuse him.”

       Daman nodded his head, “Yeah, that’s pretty much it.  Until I can figure out a solution, that is the way it has to be.”

       Eve know he was right.  She would be a slave to Jacob until this thing is worked out.  She continued to stroke Daman’s cock.  It began to harden.  She slid off the couch, onto her knees, and moved around between his thighs.  She looked up into his eyes, as she spoke.

       “Daman, I am sorry for what I have done.  Please let me such your cock, let me make you feel better.  I will obey you, and I will submit to Jacob.  Just let me make you feel better about this.”

       Daman nodded his head as he watch Eve slip her pretty mouth over the throbbing head of his cock.  There might be some pressure in their lives, but her mouth felt good on his cock.

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       Eve drove her car to the Mercedes dealer to have it serviced.  Afterwards she was going shopping for groceries.  She was beautiful as usual.  A black silk blouse complimented her fair skin, blue eyes and black hair.  A gray form fitting skirt, along with black patent leather heels completed her ensemble.  As usual she wore no under clothing.  Her blouse was designed to be open at the top, showing considerable cleavage.  When she sat down in the waiting room, she had to be careful how she sat.  Her short skirt would show way too much thigh.  She finally settled down in a soft chair with a modicum of dignity.  The men customers in the waiting room made it obvious they appreciated her appearance, while most of the women were not as accepting.

       Eve sat there quietly reading a Forbes magazine, when she became aware that someone had just sat down in the chair beside her.  She raised her eyes from the article in Forbes to observe the person next to her, when she realized it was Jacob.  She remembered he owned at 500 SEL Roadster.

       Jacob spoke, “Good Morning Ms. Collins.  How are you today.?”

       Eve smiled and answered, “I’m doing just fine, thank you, Sir.”

       Jacob blithely asked, “Are you having any discomfort from the other evening?”

       Eve swallowed hard, blushed and answered, “No, Sir.  I am doing just fine.”

       Jacob chuckled, and said, “Well, Ms Collins, you look just fine, just fine indeed.”

       They talked for a couple of minutes, when Jacob said, “You know, I have been thinking about trading my roadster for a new Mercedes coupe.  There is one on the showroom floor that I really like.  Come with me, and give me your opinion.”

       Jacob stood, and offered his hand to Eve.  She was not sure she wanted to go with him but knew she could not refuse him.  She took his hand and stood.  Jacob put his arm around her waist and leaned into her, kissing her on the cheek.  As the two walked towards the showroom he let his hand slid down to her ass.  Even though she was intimidated by Jacob, she admitted to herself that it was arousing to have his attention, and his domination.  When they got to a quiet area, he stopped and turned to Eve.

       “OK, slave.  You are mine for the day.  Daman knows where you are.  I have told the service advisor here that you will pickup you car tomorrow”, explained Jacob.

       Eve remained silent.  She was scared, and intimidated.  She waited for Jacobs next word.

       Jacob’s instruction were specific.  “Do you see that black Lincoln Town Car in the parking lot, the one over your shoulder through that window.  I want you to go out there and wait for me.  Get into the back seat, and remove your clothes.  Leave you heels on.  You will find a leather collar, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a gag and a blindfold.  Put the leather cuffs and collar on, tight.  Then, you will find eye bolts and clips mounted in the floor of the car.  Lock your ankle cuffs to those eye bolts.  Next, fix the gag in your mouth, tight, and put on the blind fold.  Lastly, lock your hands behind your back with the wrist cuffs.  They are the type that have locks mounted in them, and when you slip the shackle of one cuff into the receiving lock mechanism of the other.”

       She was dumbfounded, and just stood there while Jacob leaned forward and gave her a kiss.

       “Bbbuuutt,…, please…, I…am…scared…not now, please”, she uttered.

       Jacob was quick and to the point.  “Stop, not another word.  You and I both know you cannot refuse.  If you delay any more I will punish you severely.  I am not sure you want your cunt whipped again.”

       Eve begged, “No. please, no more.  I’ll go.  I‘ll do what you want.”

       She turned, and walked to the door and out to the parking lot.  Jacob watched as she walked to the Town Car.  His cock hardened as he watched her.  He had only seen her naked and bound.  She was a beautiful sexy woman.  He had never seen her dressed.  She was amazingly beautiful.  Her clothing was tailored to accentuate her body and beauty.  Her short skirt and high heel shoes displayed her magnificent legs.

       When Eve got to the Town Car, she opened the back door and stepped in.  The windows were tinted nearly black.  She closed the door and sat there for a moment or two.  Part of her wanted to rebel, to run, but given her nature and the events of the last few days, she knew she would submit.  Nervously, and somewhat reluctantly, she removed her blouse and skit, the only items of clothing she was wearing.  She sat there on the fine leather seats, looking around her.  There was no one in the car except her.  The engine was running and the air conditioning was humming.  She locked the leather wrist and ankle cuffs on herself.  She looked down and noticed that there were indeed eye bolts mounted in the floor of the car.  Carefully she locked her ankle cuffs to the eye bolts.  The bolts were anchored widely apart, so when she finished, her legs and ankles were locked in a spread condition.  This was obviously made to make her cunt readily available.

       After she locked the gag, a penis gag mounted on a leather strap, in her mouth, she put on the blindfold.  This was nothing more than a leather sleep mask.  It did block all of her vision.  Eve stopped for a moment to digest her situation, then finally, and reluctantly, she locked her wrists behind her back.  It took a couple of tries, but she succeeded.  She sat briefly, then struggled with her wrist, and ankle cuffs, and found there was no escape.  She was now naked and bound in a strange car.  In her final act of submission she leaned back in the car seat, and just sat there, awaiting her fate.  As she sat there, listening to the soft sound of the air conditioning, she realized just how helpless she was, and that scared her, and yet to her amazement, it turned her on.  She felt that familiar heat rising in her cunt. 

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       Eve’s story

       Omigod!  What have I just done.  I know I have to do this to protect our secret, but I am scared to death, and yet I am turned on.  I am helpless and naked.  Anyone can do what ever they want with me.  It scares me, and arouses me.  I don’t understand how this can be.  I am afraid of what Jacob might do to me, yet I am aroused because I have no other choice.  He will do what he wants with me.

       It was then I really became afraid.  I heard the car door on the front drivers side open, and heard someone get in.  The person closed the door and put the car in gear.  The car is moving.  Jacob is not here.  No one has spoken.  God, I hope Jacob is driving the car.  I don’t know who the driver is.  I am so scared I could cry.  Have I been kidnapped again.  Am I in the hands of a murderer, or a white slaver?  My thoughts are running rampant.  Then I hear the voice of the driver.  His voice is harsh and raspy.  I imagine he is a large man.  His voice sounds cruel.  I don’t think Jacob is in the car.  If I were not bound and secured in this car, I am sure I would panic.  The gag prevents me from screaming!  I don’t know where I am being taken or what is going to happen.  OMIGOD!  What is going to happen?

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       “Slave Cunt, Jacob will not be coming with us.  You are mine, and you will go where I take you.  You will do what I want, when I want.  If you don’t, you will regret the day you were born!  Don’t even think about escape or mercy.  You are mine.  Just shut up and do what you are told.  Do not speak unless you are given permission.  Don’t ever question me, or refuse to do what you are told, and you just make it through today.  Now, just set back and enjoy the ride!”

Continued…………………

         

       

All About Eve - 15

       Eve was terrorized.  Eve was aroused.  Eve was scared to death.  She sat naked and tightly bound in the back of an anonymous Lincoln Town Car.  On the orders of Jacob she had got into the empty Town Car, removed her clothing and locked leather wrist and ankles cuffs on herself.   There was a collar, a blind fold and a penis gag in the car.  Jacob had told her to put these on, and to make herself helpless, gagged and blindfolded.  This she did, with some trepidation.  After she had made herself naked and bound, she waited for Jacob to come and get into the car.  Something happened.  Jacob did not come.  A strange man got into the drivers seat of the car and drove away with a naked helpless Eve Collins secured in the back seat.

       Now Eve was being driven to an unknown location by this man.  She could not see him, or where they were going, and she could not talk to me.  She was nearly panicked. 

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       Eve’s story

       

       I think I will die of fear.  I have never been so afraid in my life.  I don’t know what is going to happen to me.  Will I be killed, or have I been sold into some type of sexual slavery?  Is the car being driven by a mad man whole will torture me to death and hide my body.  Oh, God!  I am scared to death. 

       The thing that is the most horrible is that I am turned on.  Aroused. Excited!  How does this happened.  I could be taken to my death, yet I am aroused sexually because of my predicament. 

       I have been riding in the back of this car for a long time.  I don’t know where I am, or what is going to happen.  I heard the car crossed a bridge sometime back.  I believe we are on a two lane road, but I don’t know. 

       The car has just slowed down and is turning very slow, perhaps over a curb or into a driveway.  Oh, God!  It sounds like we are in a garage.  The car engine has just been turned off and I can hear the drivers door being open and closed.  It feels like the driver got out of the car.  OMIGOD!  What happens now!

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       The rear passenger door next to Eve opened.  The cool afternoon air chilled her naked body.  The driver of the Town Car leaned into the car and clipped a leather leash to Eve’s collar.  She felt him release her ankles from the floor restraints.

       Jerking on the collar, the driver ordered, “OK, Cunt.  Let’s get out of the car.  Be careful, because if you fall, you will have to get up on your own.  With you hands locked behind you back, it could be a nasty fall.”

       Eve moved to the outside of the seat and swung her shapely legs out of the car and stood up.  The driver had reached in and grabbed a handful of her right breast and used it much like a handle to assist her exiting the car.

       The driver tugged sharply on her leash.  “Come on Cunt Slave, we have things we must take care of.

       Eve, blindfolded and bound, followed instructions and followed the driver who was pulling on her leash.  She could tell they had entered a building, and then down two flights of stairs.  Teetering on her high heeled shoes she struggled to keep up with the “driver”.  She also felt she was now in a room, behind a door which she and the driver had just walked through.  They walked down a hallway while the drive impatiently tugged and pulled on her leash.  Eve was trying to not fall.  With her wrists locked behind her back she would not be able to ease her fall and could be hurt.  She could hear voices ahead of her.  After a few more steps she was lead into another room where the voices were.  The voices hushed as she and driver walked into the room.

       The drive spoke, “OK, gentlemen, here she is.  As you can see, she is a good looking lady.  Cunt, turn around so everyone can see you.  Stick your tits out, and show your ass.”

       The driver slapped her breasts causing them to bounce.  Quickly, Eve started to turn slowly when she heard the sound of a whip breaking the air and the explosive pain of the multi-thronged whip, a flogger striking her breasts.  She screamed into her gag.  She screamed more out of fright than the pain.  Eve turned so the other people in the room could see her nakedness.  She heard whispering voices commenting on how good she looked and how well she might perform sexually.  Even though she was terrorized, there was a part of her that was aroused and liked the compliments.

       The driver spoke again.  “Gentlemen, if you will be seated, I will bring her to you for you own personal inspection.  Come, Cunt, there are people here who want to check you out.”

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       Eve’s story        

       Things were happening too fast.  I could not concentrate on what was happening.  I was naked, gagged, blindfolded and bound in a room with other people.  It was almost like I was on an auction block.  Does Daman know where I am?  I have been abducted and now it sounds like I am being sold.  It is all I can do to keep from crying.  If I were not gagged I would be pleading for my safety and freedom.  I am struggling to maintain control, but it is a losing battle.

       The driver has led me over to a man who seems to be sitting in a chair.  He and the driver are talking.  Now the driver is giving me orders.  His order is punctuated by a slash of the whip across my ass.

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       “Cunt”, the driver says, “Step up to the chair.  The gentleman wants to see what you are all about.  Bend over and offer him your tits, now!”

       Eve did as ordered.  She bent over so her breasts would hang more deliciously.  She felt two hands grasp her breasts and squeeze them.  This man commented on how good her breasts looked.  He slapped them several times.  She whimpered into her gag as  he viciously twisted her nipples.  It seemed for ever that he twisted and pulled on her nipples.  When he released the, she was ordered to stand and push out her hips and spread her legs so her cunt could be inspected.  The unseen man was rummaging through her pussy.  He was pushing his fingers inside her and playing with her clit.  He actions were arousing her more.

       The unseen man whispered, “Wow, she is one hot little slave cunt.  Owning her would provide a lot of great entertainment for who ever bought her, and for his friends.  Not only does she look good, she’s hot.  Turn around, slave, I want to see your ass.”

       Eve turned and felt his hand on her ass and the backs of her thighs.  His fingers entered the crevice of her ass and teased the narrow opening.  Eve had never had anal sex, but his fingers were arousing.  The more he fondled her the more aroused she was.  Even in this perilous situation, she was being aroused.  Finally, he slapped her ass a couple of times, then she was led away to another man.  This continued until three men had thoroughly inspected her.  None of the other two men spoke during the inspections.  By the time they were through, she was very aroused.  Eve cursed her body.  The more people wanted to enslave her, the more her body reacted.  Her pussy was soaking, and the three men who inspected her whispered comments to each other about how hot she was.

       The driver spoke.  “I need a volunteer.  I want to change her bondage, but don’t want to struggle with her.  I need one of you to help hold her.”

       In her mind, Eve knew she would not struggle.  She never had.  She always submitted.  She knew no other way.  Nevertheless, one of the men “volunteered” to help change her bondage.  Quickly, her wrists cuffs were locked in front of her.  What she could not see was the rope dangling from the ceiling.  It was wound on an electric winch.  The rope was tied to her wrist cuffs.  Almost immediately the winch was activated and the rope was pulled towards the ceiling, pulling Eve up until her high heel shod feet were just barely touching the floor.  She knew what was coming next.

       “Alright, gentlemen, we have a slave that needs to be whipped.  I offer each of you a chance to whip her.  So we won’t labor her excessively, one of you will whip her ass, one her tits, and the other her cunt and thighs.  I offer you her ass.  Who will be first?”

       No one spoke, but Eve could hear someone moving.  In a matter of a moment she heard the familiar sound of a whip breaking the air, and the impact of the whip slamming against her ass.  The lashes were methodic and deliberate.  The man whipping her ass knew how to whip a woman.  One of the other men was fondling her pussy while she was being whipped.  He pushed his finger into her heated passage and finger fucked her at the same rhythm as the made who was whipping her ass.  Before long she was moaning into her gag.  Just before she would start crying, he stopped and handed the whip to the driver.  Even though she was in pain, she was approaching a climax

       “Well done, Sir“, the driver said.  “Her ass looks good now, and I am sure she appreciated your efforts.  Now, Sir, Gentleman number two, I think you wanted to whip her tits.  They are all yours.”

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       Eve’s story

       My poor ass was on fire.  It is not the worst whipping I have ever received, but the unseen man knew how to whip me.  The pain was not insignificant.  My pussy is on fire.  The heat from my ass is radiating to my pussy.  My pussy is hot from being fondled by one of the other men.  Oh, God I wanted to cum.  So help me, I wanted to cum.  I have learned and been trained to be aroused by the whip, even when I have been abducted and been whipped by a man I have never seen.  I will not defend myself.  I cannot escape.  I want to cum.  I am losing all sense of logic.  I can only think about what is happening to me.  I am in fear of my life, but now I just wanted to cum.

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       Eve felt her new assailant as he let his hands brush her sensitive breasts.  He squeezed her breasts, then gently slapped each breast.  Then nothing.  Her breasts seem to struck with fire!  He whip swept across her vulnerable breasts.  The lash was hard and swift, followed by another, and another.  Her breasts were bouncing and swaying to the rhythmic cadence of the whip.  Eve struggled to turn from the whip, but was unable. She was crying into her gag, enduring as best she could.  Finally the whipping stopped, and her assailants hands were on her heated abused breasts again.  He was massaging her breasts, sucking her nipples.  His other hand was on her whipped ass, as if to soothe it, too.  The heat from the whip, and his ministrations were heating her pussy again.  Then he left her, left her standing there, bound, aroused,  waiting for the next torment.

       As Eve stood there, she felt someone grasp her right ankle and pull it out to her side, tying in to some solid point she could not see.  Just as quickly, her left ankle was similarly restrained.  Now she was standing naked with her bound wrists stretched to the ceiling, and her legs were spread, with her ankles tied, holding her legs in the stretched position.

       Eve stood there in her blindfolded darkness, hoping her next assailant would not be too cruel.  She was surprised when this new man put his hand on her cunt and massaged it, and then kissed her on her gagged mouth.  He seemed to chuckle as he removed his hand from her pussy.

       The whip struck directly on her soft pussy lips.  It struck again, and again, then moved to her thighs.  He whipped her thighs, both front and back, then back to her         heated cunt.  While his whip was hard, he was not as brutal she thought he might be.  Soon the whipping stopped.  She was in pain, and aroused, breathing heavily into her gag.  She felt someone standing behind her, talking quietly into her ear.  It was the driver, and her kidnapper.  His hands were around her and massaging her breasts.  He teased her nipples until they were hard and aching.  Pain, she felt pain in her nipple.  The driver was placing  nipple clamps on them.  She sensed there was a chain connecting the clamps, because as the driver kissed her cheek, he pulled on the chain.  More pressure and pain for her nipples.  More heat for her pussy.

       “Cunt, I am removing your gag.  If you utter one word, I will whip you within an inch of your life and pull these nipples off you chest.  Do you hear me?”

       Eve nodded her head.  She stood silently as the effects of the pain lessened, and were transmitted to her pussy.  He clamped nipples were throbbing.  As the penis gag was removed from her mouth she could feel someone releasing her ankles, allowing her to stand straight.   She gulped in the fresh air once the gag was removed.  It felt good to breathe, unrestricted.  As she enjoyed the fresh air, she felt her wrists being released from the winch, and being locked behind her back.  A strand of rope was wrapped around her elbows, pulling them together, and pushing her breasts and clamped nipples out, making them more vulnerable.

       The driver spoke again, “Cunt, I am going to put you on your knees in front of one of these gentlemen.  You had better do what you are told, or you will regret it.”

       Still blindfolded, she felt the driver pull her forward by her nipples, then stopped her, making her kneel.  She felt carpet under her knees, and the thighs and legs of the man touching her upper arms.  She knew she was facing the cock of this man.  She leaned slightly forward and her lips brushed against the head of his rigid cock.  Her instinct was to kiss the head of this cock, but she was afraid to do anything without being told to do so.  

       The driver spoke again.  “Cunt, there is cock directly in front of your mouth.  Suck it!  While you are doing so, kneel so your ass is raised.  One of the other gentlemen wants to fuck you.”

       This was difficult with her wrists locked behind her back.  She did the best she could.  Her shoulders were resting on the thighs of the man she was sucking. She had a throbbing cock was in her mouth, and very soon she felt a rampant cock working its way in to her abused and whipped pussy.  Both men were very aroused and were working her very hard.  The man who was fucking her reached forward and grasped the chain connected to her nipple clamps and pulled.

       “Work harder”, he whispered. “Make your cunt fuck me dry.  Don’t forget to suck that cock in you mouth.”

       It did not take long.  The cock she was sucking erupted in her mouth.  She worked hard to swallow all of his issue.  As she was struggling with that, the man fucking her from behind came.  Her nipples continued to ache.  She was not allowed a climax.  She wanted to cum, desperately.  With all the fear and abuse she had absorbed this evening, a climax would have made her feel a bit better.  But, no relief was coming.

       Eve was made to kneel up to allow another man to sit in the chair.  One of the men helped her to her feet, then pushed her forward until her naked knees touched the cushion of the chair.  Her legs were straddled the sitting man’s legs.  This man turned out to be the driver.

       “OK, Cunt.  Put your knees on the cushion and moved forward until your cunt is over my cock.  The guy behind you will help you”, the driver ordered.

       Eve did as she was told.  It was somewhat difficult being bound, but she did her best.  In a moment or two she felt the driver’s cock touching the tender lips of her pussy.          The drive spoke.  “Cunt, lower yourself onto my cock, now.“

       Eve felt hands on her shoulders, pushing her down onto the driver’s cock.  In a moment she was fully impaled.  Even in her fear, she had to admit his cock felt good.  The driver reminded her of her vulnerable situation when he tugged on the chain connected to her nipple clamps. 

       “Here’s the deal, Cunt”, the driver continued.  “You will fuck me like there is not tomorrow.  If I don’t like what you are doing, or if I think you are not fucking up to your capacity, you tits get whipped.  You are not gagged.  If you start yelling, whining or whimpering, the gag goes back in your mouth.  So keep your moth shut.”

       Eve started to move, fucking the drivers cock.  After a moment or two, her breasts were consumed with fire.  She was being whipped.  Her sensitive abused breasts were being whipped.

       “Move it, Cunt.  You can fuck better that that!”

       The driver’s words and his whip caused her to redouble her efforts to satisfy him.  She fucked, and randomly the whip would light up her breasts.  She was delightful sight.  Her magnificent breasts were swaying and bouncing to the whip as she rode his cock.  The chain caused her clamped nipples to pull against each other as her breasts bounced and shuddered.  Several times the whip struck the nipple clamp chain, causing more acute pain in her breast.  That seemed to raise her libido.

       It didn’t take too long before the drivers cock erupted, just as Eve was having her climax.  As her climax exploded the drive whipped her clamped breasts even harder.  It made her climax more dramatic.  She could not believe a “tit whipping’ could enhance a climax, but it did.  Finally, both the driver and Eve came down as she collapsed on his chest with his arms around her.  After a few minutes, the man who helped her to fuck the driver, helped her get off the chair.  She was placed on her knees again, in front of another chair.  The driver spoke again.

       “Cunt, you have done well.  You have one more customer to please.  Suck this man’s cock, you had better do a fantastic job.”

       Eve did as she was told.  The man’s cock was large, yet if felt good in her mouth.  He would tug on her nipple clamp chain from time to time to urge a better job of sucking.  She worked hard, using every trick she knew.  Finally, this man could not resist any longer and came in her mouth.  He exploded, with Eve struggling again to contain all his cum.  A little did escape and dribbled down on her clamped breasts.  After a bit, she let his exhausted cock slide form her mouth.  Almost immediately, someone inserted the penis gag back n her mouth and locked in position

       Her head was resting on the man’s thigh.  She felt his semi-erect cock touching her cheek.  After he had secured the gag in her mouth, he removed the clamps from her nipple.  The pain was terrific.  She heard the driver speak.

       “Well, gentlemen, you have seen what this slave has to offer.  She is not the youngest slave I have ever dealt with, but she is one of the best looking slaves I have handled.  She is hot, and knows how to please a master.  She has been a sex slave for several years and needs very little training.  The possibilities with this slave are endless.  She can be a tremendous source of entertainment for you and your friends.  Without any further hesitation, what am I bid for her.  This will be s silent auction, just in case she may know who you are.  The bid will go in increments of one thousand dollars.  Show me the number of raised fingers indicating the thousands of dollars you are bidding.”

       Eve could hear movement in the room, but could hear no noise, or voices, other than that of the driver.  After a few minutes, he spoke again.

       “Well, gentlemen, I have a final bid of $120,000.  Does anyone want to top that.  The successful bidder will take her with him to night.  Before the night is over, she will be under you whip and subject to what ever you cock wants.”

       There was more movement in the room.  Finally the driver ended the auction.

       “Very good, Gentlemen.  I have a final bit of $180,000.  Sir, you have bought a beautiful slave that will make you happy for years to come.  Come and take her.”        

       Eve was thoroughly traumatized.  She had just been kidnapped, tortured, and raped.  Now she had been sold to the highest bidder.  She wanted to beg, plead, anything to gain her release.  She did not know what to say.  She felt two hands on her shoulders, lifting her, making her stand.  The hands toyed with her breasts, and soaking pussy.  They slapped her breasts, and slapped her ass.  She was resigned to do whatever her new “owner” told her to do.  She could see no avenue of escape.

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       Eve’s story

       I am going insane with fear.  I have been abducted, raped and tortured.  Now I have been sold to the highest bidder to be his sex slave.  I am terrorized.  I want to cry out, to beg for mercy, to beg for my freedom, but the gag prevents me.  My bondage prevents me from struggling.  I don’t know what to do.  I loved being a sex slave to my husband, and now to my sons.  I don’t want to be a bought slave of a stranger.  Oh, God, I don’t know what to do.  Even when Sarah kidnapped me, I found the erotic excitement in what she did.  Now I am afraid, very afraid.

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       Her new owner hugged her to his body.  She could feel his hardening cock against her belly.  She felt someone behind her, removing her gag.  As soon as the gag was removed, her new owner kissed her, passionately.  Instinctively, she returned his kiss, like she had any kiss for years.  His kiss lingered as he fondled her ass, then around to her pussy.  She could feel the heat rising in her cunt as he moved his hands to her breasts.  Her body was responding again.  She was scared to “death”, and yet this “new owner” was arousing her.

       Her new Master now led her to where a chair was placed.  He sat down and made her kneel before him.  She knew what was next.  In a matter of a minute she was sucking his raging cock.  Eve worked hard to please him.  She wanted to make a good impression, perhaps to better her situation with him.  Her efforts were rewarded as his cock erupted in her mouth.  With a mighty effort she took all of his issue, then kept his cock in her mouth until she had sucked him dry.  When his cock began to soften, she let it slip from her mouth.  She knelt there, waiting for be ordered to do something else. There were so many questions she wanted to ask, but did not dare to do so.  She remained true to her training and remained silent.  Her new master was stroking her hair and touching her face rather gently.  His hands moved down to her breasts.  As he was doing so, someone was behind her removing her blindfold.

       Eve blinked her eyes to become accustomed to the light which was now blinding her.  When she could see clearly, she could see her masters flaccid cock directly in front of her.  She moved her eyes up to her new master’s face to get a look at the person who know owned her.  She was in for a surprise.

       Eve disbelieving her eyes, she managed to speak, “David?  David?  Is that you?”

       “Yep, Mom, its me”, her son David replied with a smile.

       Eve looked to her left and saw a smiling Daman standing there in all his naked glory.  Next to him was Jacob, and then another man, whom she could reasonably expect to be the “driver” who kidnapped her.  She did not know what to say, to ask.  Daman solved that problem.

       “Yes, it is David, myself and Jacob.  I want you to meet a friend of mine, TJ.  He’s the one who brought you here.  Now, you are wondering what is going on.  David, you tell her.”

       Eve turned to David as he spoke, “Well, it’s a long story.  Daman told me about the abduction with Sarah, and how he felt that the idea of being kidnapped might be exciting to you.  I think he is right.  You are one hell of a fantastic slave.  One really hot slave.  Daman and I confided in Jacob about our true relationship, and we concocted the situation where Jacob tortured you cunt until you admitted to him our little secret.  That got the ball rolling.  There rest is history.”

       Daman continued where David left off, “We wanted to see exactly how you would react to an actual abduction.  An abduction where you were totally helpless to a group of strangers.  Well, sweet slave, we know.  You are one precious, priceless slave.  David, help her up, and Mom, I want to you to come to me.”

       Eve was a beautiful sight as she walked to Daman  She was still at a loss as to what to say.  She was dumbfounded, and still trying to digest what had just happened to her.  When she walked to David, he kissed her, then turned her about and released her wrists and elbows.  Instinctively, she moved her arms and shoulders to ease the strain they had been under.

       Eve turned to hug and kiss Daman, “Oh, God, I am glad I am with you.  I believed I had been sold.  I wanted to be with you and David.”

       Daman smiled, “I think you need to show David how glad you are to see him.”

       Eve nearly ran to David, hugging and kissing him.  “David, I love you and Daman.  I am so happy to be with you two.  I hope you enjoyed it when I sucked you.”

       David chuckled, “Yeah, you did one hell of a job.  I always enjoy having you.  Now, follow me.  We have a decision to make.”

         She watched as David walked over to a bar set in the corner of this basement.  On the bar was the clothing she had worn that day, and a pair of police handcuffs.

       Daman spoke, “Slave come here.  I want to make you a proposition, and chance to make a decision about yourself.”

       Eve walked over to the bar, along with David, Jacob, and TJ.  They gathered around her as Daman talked to her. David had his arm around her waist and was fondling her breasts.  Jacob was running his hands over her well whipped ass.

       “Now, here is the situation.  You have been through one heck of a night.  I guess we proved that you are truly a sex slave, with whom anything is possible.  You are, and were magnificent.  You have not really said what you think, even when you thought you were being sold.  Right now, I am offering you a decision that could effect the rest of your life.”

       David and Jacob were standing on either side of Eve.  David continued with his arm around her waist, pulling her to his body, lovingly.

       Daman continued, “Here on this bar is the clothing you were wearing today, and next to them is a pair of handcuffs, a symbol of your slavery.  I am offering you and escape from your life as a slave.  If you want out of the life you have had with us, knowing what we are capable of, knowing we would continue to keep you as our sex slave, and you want to escape any future as a sex slave, then I am asking you to pick up your cloths, get dressed, and I will take you home a free woman.  If on the other hand, you want to remain our sex slave, knowing we will take you deeper and deeper into sexual slavery, I want you to pick up the handcuffs, and put them on, locking your wrists behind your back.  You will always be our sex slave, subject to our every whim.  You will not be able to leave that slavery unless we say so.  I want you to make your decision now.  Freedom, or sexual slavery.  I want you to chose, do it now.”

       Eve just stood there.  David removed his arm from her shoulder.  Eve slowly stepped to the bar and looked at the two offerings.  Finally, she reached for the bar and picked up her folded blouse and skirt.  Everybody was watching her.  She looked at the clothing, then at Daman and David.  She smiled, the dropped the clothing to the floor.

       The four men in the room watched as the beautiful naked woman picked up the steel handcuffs, and put them on, behind her back, tightly as she had been taught.  She stood there not knowing what to do or say.  David broke the impasse, turned her around to him and kissed her while hugging her to him.  Eve kissed him back.  As David finished kissing her, she heard Daman as he stood next to her.

       “Ok, Sweet Slave, you have made your choice.  Let’s all go home and see what tomorrow brings.

Tempus Fugit…………

    

All About Eve - Part 16

       Eve’s story

       It had been about a week since I was “abducted” by TJ, and put through the rigors of a “kidnapping”, sexual abuse and “sold” to the highest bidder.  When I thought about it, it was exciting, arousing, yet it was scary that I could be turned on by being abducted.  As far as I was concerned, it was real.  I was terrorized, yet aroused.  I guess “masochist” properly describes me.  I never thought of labeling myself, but after what has happened, I need to attempt to realize who, and what I am.

       While I was dealing with that demon, my son Daman continued to treat me as his sex slave, much as in the past.  I was glad to have him as my master, and I enjoy being his slave.  TJ was quite another matter.  He and my son had been acquaintances for some time.  Even though TJ was several years older, they were fast friends.  I had no idea that Daman was going to give me to TJ, until he kidnapped me at the Mercedes dealership.  He had visited our home once since the “kidnapping”.  He and Daman enjoyed me to the fullest.

       I was intrigued with TJ.  He was a gorgeous man.  It was obvious that he worked out and took very good care of himself.  He was 36 years old, nearer my age.  He seemed totally taken by me.  He explained to Daman that he had been involved in several relationships with submissive women, but never one who was an abject sex slave like me.  He told Daman he could easily become very obsessed with me.  I took that to be a great compliment.

       It was not until about a week after my “kidnapping” that I learned TJ was in the Marine Corps, and had served in Iraq twice.  He was a Gunnery Sergeant, a “Gunny”, and getting ready to return to Iraq for his third tour.  He is a weapons and computer expert.  Suddenly, I was concerned about him.  Yes, I know, I am having sex with my sons, and have submitted to them to be a sex slave at their very whim, but TJ was something different.  I knew my sons would eventually find a women of their own, someday, and may not want to continue to have me as their sex slave.  I had never thought of another man, until TJ.  He was a strict master, a stern disciplinarian, and a masterful lover.  When I was around him, when he was not taking me, we would talk.  He was intelligent, yet fun to be around.  I think I was beginning to form an attraction to him.  Yes, it was exciting to be a sex slave to him, yet it felt good to be in his company.

       On Thursday morning, a little over a week after my “abduction”, Daman told me that TJ would be over again this evening.  He said he wanted to make it special for TJ as he was leaving on Friday to return to the Marine Corps and go back to Iraq.  I knew he would be going back, but never figured it would be this soon.  That is probably why I did not voice any opinion when he told me he was going to give me to TJ for the evening, or even the night.  I knew it would be rough, but I looked forward to it.

       Late that afternoon I showered, put a couple of dabs of Opium parfum under my breasts, then worked to style my hair.  It hung to my shoulders, and was styled like I thought TJ might like.  I made sure my makeup was exact, and made me look my best.  After putting on my black leather high heel pumps, I locked wrist and ankles cuffs on me, per instructions from Daman.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  I knew I looked good, and I hoped TJ would think the same.  Of course, him thinking I looked good could mean a rougher night for me.  The nexus to this is, if I failed to look my best, Daman would punish me.

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       TJ called, saying he would be early.  At 5:30 PM he arrived at the Collins home.  Daman had locked Eve’s wrists behind her and wrapped a leather strap around her elbows, pulling them together in the small of her back, and locking the strap in the position.  Eve’s breasts were raised prominently, begging to be fondled, or tormented.  Daman had also placed a penis gag loosely around her neck, so it would be available to TJ if he wanted to gag her. When the door bell rang, Daman went to the front door to welcome TJ.

       “TJ, come on in”, he welcomed.

       The two men exchanged greetings, after which Daman invited TJ into the living room.  TJ walked into the living room, where spotted Eve naked and bound, standing in the middle of the room.  This is generally where he found her when he visited the Collins home.  She looked hot!  His cock stirred in his trousers, eager to enter Eve.

       Daman spoke, “Eve, why don’t you welcome TJ to our home.”

       Eve knew what to do.  Her arms were bound behind her so she could not hug TJ.  Her training had taught her otherwise.  She went to TJ and pressed her raised breasts against him and turned her face up to him, to kiss him.  She pushed her pelvis against TJ.  He put his arms around her, pulled her tightly to his body and kissed her.  The kiss was hot.  Eve could feel his rampant cock pressing against her belly.  When they broke the kiss, both were breathing hard, and were aroused.

       Daman said, “TJ, I’ve got to go out for a while.  I am giving Eve to you for the evening, or if you wish, for the night.  I want your last night here to be memorable.  She is yours to do what ever you want.  You know the rules.  I trust you with her.  You can make her to anything you want, or do anything to her you want.  If she does not comply, you may punish her until she does what you want.”

       TJ replied, “Man, I never expected this.  This is a pleasant surprise.  I intend to take full advantage of your gift.  Thank you, man.”

       TJ and Daman shook hands.  Daman turned to his mother and kissed her while he gave her breast a squeeze.  “You’d better be a good slave and obey TJ.  If he complains about you, the punishment will be harsh and certain.”

       Daman kissed her again, shook TJ’s hand again, and left.  He left with the bound and naked Eve standing next to TJ, his arm around her waist while his other hand was fondling her breasts.  He turned her to him, hugged and kissed her.  Then he installed the gag in her sweet helpless mouth.

       “Slave Slut”, he said, “Open your mouth.  We need to gag you.  It makes things so uncomplicated.  A gagged slave cannot protest what is happening to her, she cannot complain, or beg for sympathy.”

       Eve knew he was right.  A gagged sex slave is totally at the mercy of her tormentor.  She also knew that fact excited her.

       As he locked the buckle to the gag strap, tightly, he said, “Now, that’s better.  I’m a believer that a slave’s mouth should be filled with a gag, a cock, or  a tongue.  Right now a gag seems best, however that could change.”

       TJ stepped back to look at his charge for the evening.  She looked absolutely hot and helpless.  He thought, ’This woman was made to be a slave, to be abused and enjoyed.’

       TJ slapped Eve’s ass, “OK, Slave Slut, get your ass into the “game room.  We’ve wasted enough time.”

       Eve turned and started walking to the bedroom of the house converted by Daman into an orgy room, a torture chamber, and BDSM play room.  He had gone to some considerable costs to sound proof the room, to acquire whips, chains, hundreds of feet of rope, and other items of sexual torture and torment.  Several easy chairs were strategically located around the room, along with a king sized bed.

       As soon as they arrived in the game room, TJ ordered Eve to stand in the middle of the room, turning slowly, posing as it were, while TJ removed his clothing.  Eve did as she was told, however it was hard to not look at TJ as he undressed.  His body was hard,  scared from combat, and his cock was magnificent.  It was rigid, and swayed and bounced as he walk.  At one point TJ just stood there looking at Eve.  She could clearly see his rutting cock standing straight from his body.  As he stood there it seemed like his cock was throbbing with the beat of his heart.

       Finally, TJ had made a decision.  He went to the wall and pulled several strands of rope from a hook, and brought these to Eve.  He reached out and fondled her breast, and then run a finger into her heated pussy.  Eve was aroused, yet fearful.  She had only been given to one other man, and that was Jacob.  She remembered how rough Jacob was with her.  Naturally, she wondered if TJ would be so inclined.  Now she was naked, bound and gagged.  She had no other choice but submit and hope for the best.  There was no one to rescue her from TJ.  She recognized that familiar arousal at being forced to submit to another’s sexual and sadistic whims.

       “Bend over, so your tits hang down”, ordered TJ

       Eve was quick to bend at the waist and let her breasts hang down as TJ wanted.  She knew what was next.  She was right.  TJ started to wrap a long length of rope around the base of her right breast, pulling it tight.  He continued to wrap the rope around the captured breast, ever tightening it to cause her breast to balloon out.  He tied off the rope, leaving a long piece of rope dangling from the imprisoned breast.  Efficiently, he bound her other breast, again leaving a long piece of rope dangling from the breast, also.  Eve looked down at her breasts, marveling at how they looked.  She wondered what TJ was going to do with this form of bondage.

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       Eve’s story

       I watched with fascination as TJ bound my breasts.  There was no significant pain, just an uncomfortable pressured feeling that did further arouse me.   I watched as he grasped the two lengths of rope and pulled me to the middle of the room.  Where he stopped there was an “eye bolt” in the ceiling above me.  TJ threaded the ropes through that eye bolt and pulled on the ropes.  Immediately my breasts were being pulled toward the ceiling.  He continued to pull until I was standing on my tip toes to ease the pressure on my breasts, nearly suspending me by my breasts.  He was not through with me.

       TJ quickly wound several strands of rope around my waist, pulled the rope tight and tied it off.  I understood what he was going to do.  He tied a long length of rope to the front of the waist rope he had just put on me.  He pulled this new piece of rope down tightly against the waist rope, pulled it back through my soft pussy tissues, up the crevice of my ass, and to the ceiling.  He pulled the rope very tight and tied it off to the eye bolt.  Now the rope was digging into my pussy as it pulled me up.  Both my breasts and pussy were used to restrain me, and to torment me.  Part of my weight was on my breasts, part on my bound pussy, and part on my toes.

       TJ sat down in a easy chair.  He just sat there looking at me, his bound handy work.  As he looked at me, he was slowing stroking his cock.  The pressure on my breasts was considerable and was beginning to hurt.  My pussy was beginning to protest, and my legs were trembling.  Finally, I had to stand down off my toes and put my high heels on the floor.  The pressure on my breasts and pussy increased.  I was grateful to be wearing high heel shoes.

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       TJ got up from his chair and walked over to Eve as he said, “Damn it, woman!  You are hot.  Too bad you are Daman’s slave.  I would kidnap you in a minute, and never let you go.”

       He fingered her bound breasts, and then ran his hand down to her tormented cunt, smiling as he did so.  Turning away, he walked over to the wall where a panoply of whips were displayed.  Pulling down a medium flogger type whip, he strolled back to Eve.  She watched as he walked, watching his handsome face and his massive cock.  TJ said nothing more as he ran his hands over her breasts again.

       “You may not like this”, he said.  But, I just have to do it.”

       He raised his whip and brought it down across her bound breasts.  Bound and pulled as they were, there was no movement of jiggling.  Again his whip found her breasts.  The pain was different and more pronounced.  It seemed to Eve that the binding of her breasts made them more sensitive.  TJ continued to whip her breast, then paused.  Eve was now moaning softly and beginning to approach crying.  TJ moved behind her, and started to whip her ass and the backs of her thighs.  As Eve moved and seemly attempted to avoid TJ’s whip, she increased the pressure on her bound breasts and pussy.  TJ moved around and whipped the front of her thighs and her pussy.  Finally, he went back to her breasts.  When Eve was sobbing into her gag, she stopped.  Slowly he walked around her, appreciating his handy work. 

       TJ left her standing there in pain while he sat back down and looked at her.  Eve looked at him as he stroked his cock.  She was in pain, but, she was turned on watching him.  She wanted his cock.  She wanted him to take her.  If it would make him happy, she wanted him to torment her more.  He let her stand there for about four or five minutes while he went to the “wet” bar and pour himself a glass of wine.  He sipped the wine as he watched her. 

       When she settle down and stopped her crying, he released the rope on her pussy.  When he pulled the rope from her abused pussy, she groaned loudly as the rope was pulled away from the sensitive tissues.  Her cunt was screaming, yet through all the pain, she realized she was still aroused.  This was especially true when he ran his finger into the heated passage of her pussy.  The heat of her torment did take her to a new level of arousal.

       He massaged her heated, aching cunt as he spoke, “Eve, my slave slut, you are one hot slave.  I wonder what it would be like to have you under my control, all the time?  I would probably kill myself fucking you.  I would never get enough.”

       TJ released her breasts from the ceiling eye bolt, but left the rope tied around both breasts.  Using that rope her pulled her to an easy chair.  Her cunt was feeling much better.  The heat of the rope, the whipping, and TJ’s massage was good.   She was turned on, very turned on.

       TJ sat down on the easy chair, and ordered Eve to kneel between his thighs.  He leaned forward and kissed her gagged mouth.

       “I’m going to remove the gag, but you are not to speak.  Put you mouth immediately on my cock and start sucking.”

       Eve nodded her head, indicating she would obey.  He released the strap from behind her head and slowly removed the penis gag from her mouth.  Eve took in a large gulp of air, and kissed the throbbing head of his cock.  She could taste the pre-cum on the head of his cock.  She liked the taste.  Eve slipped her mouth over the head of his cock, and began to suck him, her tongue lasing the sensitive head of his member.  TJ sat back in the chair and moaned softly.  He was still holding the ropes tied to her bound breasts, jerking and pulling on them to encourage her to do a good job of sucking.  He enjoyed her sucking as much as he could without cumming.  He jerked the ropes to get her attention, and ordered her to stop sucking.

       “OK, that’s enough.  Get up and get on the bed, now”, he commanded.

       Eve thought she might have done something wrong.  She was quick to obey, but wondered what she did.  TJ climbed on the bed next to her.  He bent down and began sucking the nipples of her still bound breasts, while his had was fingering her pussy.  Eve was in heaven.  To her surprise, after a few minutes, TJ moved down between her legs and started to suck her cunt.  She nearly lost her mind.  Neither Daman or David did much of that, but she loved it.  TJ seemed to be a master of sucking a pussy.  She was losing control and rapid approaching a climax when he stopped.  Eve wanted to beg him to continue, but she didn’t want to be punished, at least not right now.

       TJ climbed on top of her, his chest pressing down on her bound breasts.  He kissed her.  A deep, long and passionate kiss.  Eve could feel his rigid cock pressing at the soft lips of her cunt.  Then, with a slight movement of his hip, his cock slipped into her well lubricated pussy.  The sensation of his cock entering her was almost too much to bear.  It felt wonderful.  His cock was so large, and filled her so completely.  TJ moved his cock in and out of her, slow and gentle, at first.  Very soon the cadence picked up and Eve found herself riding a cloud of erotic feelings.  TJ was driving her libido to heights she never imagined.  TJ was fucking her like a man possessed. 

       It did not take long.  Eve could not control herself.  More than that, she did not want to control herself.  She surrendered to TJ and his cock.  Her climax came rumbling in like the thunder and lightning of a thunder storm.  She was shaken to her very core.  It seemed as if the world went black in a spray of fireworks and stars.  When she came down and back to reality, she found TJ was still in her, moving slowly, his cock still very rigid.

       “Welcome back, Slave.  You were gone for a while.  Glad to have you back.”

       Eve, breathless, replied, “Oh, God!  That was incredible.  Thank you, thank you, thank you very much.”

       She kissed him.  Had her wrists not been bound behind her back, she would have hugged him until her arms got tired.  She had never been so aroused, and so completely fucked.  Yes, he had been rough on her, but she loved every minute of it.

       TJ pulled his still rampant cock from her cunt and lay down beside her, facing her.  Gently, he removed the ropes tied tightly around her breasts.  Eve was glad because they were uncomfortable.  Next, he released her elbows and wrists.  Again, he kissed her.

       Eve put her arms around his neck and kissed him, again.  With a dreamy look of a slave who has just been soundly fucked, she just had to expressed her feelings.

       “Sir”, Eve whispered.  “Thank you so much for letting me cum..  Thank you.”

       TJ smiled and kissed her again, then had some instructions for her.  “Slave, you have had a cum explosion, but I have not cum yet.  I have some very specific instructions for you.  You are to suck my cock, while stroking it with your hands.  When I cum, however, I want you to spray all my cum on your tits, covering them.  After you have bathed your tits in my cum, you can suck my cock clean.  Do you understand?”

       Eve smiled, devilishly, and replied, “Yessir, I will do as you ask.”

       She happily went to work on his cock.  She used every trick she knew to give TJ pleasure.  She could taste herself on his cock.  This was not unusual, but for some reason, it was special to taste herself on his cock.  It did not take long before TJ could not hold out any longer.  His cock exploded on Eve, and her breasts.  She directed his issue to her breasts, making sure they were covered.  It seemed as if she had released a torrent of his cum on her.  Soon her breasts were well splattered with his cum.  She put his cock back into her mouth and sucked his cock clean.  After doing so, she sat up, facing TJ, and proceeded to rub his cum into her breasts, much like she would do with a fine soothing lotion.  TJ watched.  He was satisfied, and sated.  He was looking at the most incredible woman he had ever met.  She would be hard to leave when he returned to Iraq.  He just hoped he would see her again.

       TJ and Eve lay on the bed, absorbing what had just happened.  The cum on Eve’s breast dried.  She was stroking his softening cock.  Finally, TJ sat up and looked down at the beautiful woman he had just tortured and ravished.

       “Slave, I am hungry.  Get up and get dressed.  Something simple, just a blouse, skirt and high heels.  Fix you makeup and your hair.  We are going out to dinner.  But, do not wash your tits.  I want my cum on your tits.”

       Eve smiled, and simply replied, “Yessir.”

       She ran to her closet, and on inspiration, dressed in the same gray silk blouse and gray mini skirt she wore the day TJ abducted her.  Black patent leather heels completed the outfit.  Soon her hair and makeup had been restored.  She was ready to do what ever TJ wanted.

       “Damn, woman, you clean up really good”, TJ laughingly complimented.

       “Thank you, Sir.”

       From the pocket of his trousers TJ pulled a small box.  He extracted something from the box, and bade Eve to come to him.

       “Eve, I have a little something for you.  You are incredible, and I really got a thing for  you.  Perhaps, when I get back from Iraq we can pursue this.  For now, I want to give you something to remember me by.  I want you to realize that you were a slave to me, at least temporarily.  I want you to have this, and wear it for me, even this evening.”

       When he opened his hand to show her what he had, Eve was not sure what she was looking at.  As TJ explained, she understood.

       “What I have here is a miniature butt plug.  It is made of white gold, with my initials had carved on the end that is exposed.  It is small enough to be worn for long periods of time.  It will not be too uncomfortable, yet is will remind you that you were a slave to me, at least for one evening.”

       Eve took the item from his hand.  It was beautiful.  As he said, it was in the shape of a small butt plug, made of white gold, with the exposed part of yellow gold.  The initials “TJ” were clearly embossed in the yellow gold.  She was taken aback by this gift.  It was perfect.  She loved it.  She kissed it.

       Eve turned to TJ, “Sir, would you please put it in me?”        

       TJ had her raise her skirt, turn her magnificent ass to him, and bend over.  He used his saliva to moisten the gold butt plug, then slowly, and deliberately worked it into her rear passage.  When he was through, he retrieved a mirror so Eve could see what it looked like.  It was beautiful.  Anyone who saw her naked with her ass exposed would see this magnificent piece of sexual jewelry.  She loved it.

       She turned to TJ, and again hugged and kissed him.  “Thank you, Sir.  I will wear all the time, unless there are occasions when I am ordered not to.  Thank you.”

       As TJ was hugging her, he reached down to the crevice of her ass and slipped his finger into that nether region.  His finger pushed on the butt plug, gently.  He liked the feel of it there.  Then to punctuate the moment, he pulled his hand away, then slapped both of her silky ass cheeks.

       “Let’s go to diner, Slave.”

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       Eve’s story

       I couldn’t help myself.  It has been a very exciting evening.  Yes, TJ was rough on me.  Yes, his bondage was painful, and his whip made it’s presence known.  I know some may consider me to be a pain slut.  OK, be that as it may.  While I was considerable pain, I loved being subject to TJ’s whims and torments.

       I love the gold butt plug he gave me.  My sons have never indicated they wanted anal sex with me.  I don’t know if I would like it.  Being a sex slave does not require me to like it.  I don’t know if the butt plug indicates TJ likes anal sex, or he just likes to see my ass decorated.

       Now we were headed out to dinner.  I feel like a queen, yet his cum on my breasts tells me I am a slave.  I love it.  I am enjoying myself.  I feel like a young girl on a date with the captain of the football team.  I am having an exciting time, and the evening is not over yet.

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       As TJ drove down the street to a chosen restaurant, he and Eve chatted like old friends.  The conversation seemed to concentrate on sex, and Eve sexual slavery.  As they drove TJ was fondling her pussy and breasts.  After they had driven a short distance, TJ pulled the car to the side of the road.  From the glove compartment of his car he pulled out what appeared to be a piece of jewelry.  Eve was to learn it was not jewelry, but another torment.

       As he brought the car to a stop, he turned to Eve and said, “Sweet Slave, bare you tits, and stick them out.  Put your hands behind your back and make sure they stay there.”

       Eve quickly complied, waiting to see what happens next.  TJ showed her the “jewelry” he had in his glove compartment.  It was a pair of small nipple clamps, connected by a narrow gold chain.  The whole apparatus seemed rather delicate, but Eve knew it would be painful to her nipples.  TJ teased her nipples until they were hard and erect, then he applied the nipple clamps.  Eve was right.  They were painful.  Not as painful as some Daman had used on her, but she definitely felt this little monsters.  After applying the nipple clamps, TJ squeezed her breast and kissed her.

       “Button your blouse, we are almost at the restaurant.  I want you to remember you are a slave, my sex slave, during dinner”, TJ offered.

       Eve smiled, and kissed him.  As she buttoned her blouse, the fabric of her garment added pressure to the clamps.  She knew her nipples would be uncomfortable throughout the meal.  She would be in public and unable to ease any discomfort she might have.

       The meal at Dazzio’s was excellent.  The crowd was a rather sophisticated dinner crowd.  Some were headed out to the theater, while others were going to parties and gatherings.  Eve was stunning, and TJ was very attentive.  They were a handsome couple, much like the others in the restaurant.  Only, Eve’s nipples were clamped and in pain, and her ass was being attended to by a gold butt plug.  She had her lovers cum on her breasts.  She was in a degree of misery, yet excited and aroused.  TJ was enjoying every moment.

       TJ was interested in her past, and how she became a sex slave, not only to her first husband, but also to her two sons.  He had her describe her feelings about being a sex slave, subject to another persons wishes and demands.  She was forthcoming and honest.  The sexual tension between them was obvious.  TJ’s cock was hard for most of the dinner, and Eve was aroused.  Even though her nipples were being tormented, she was turned on by the fact that TJ was requiring her to be subject to this torment.  Even as she ate her dinner, when she moved her arms to take a bit of food, that movement caused her breasts to move, exacerbating her torment.  Being a slave was tough, but she loved it.

       Back at the Collins home, Eve’s nipples were still clamped.  When they left the restaurant, TJ used steel police handcuffs to lock her wrists behind her back.  He teased her pussy and breasts all the way home.  Now, the evening was winding down.  TJ removed the nipple clamps and hand cuffs.  The he escorted her to the shower.  There they showered together, with TJ requiring her to bath him, paying close attention to his cock and balls.  She wanted to suck him off, but he stopped her.

       “You can wash and stroke my cock and balls, but I don’t want to cum.  I have better plans for you, Sweet Slave”, TJ smiled.

       Eve, as was her custom, put on her sleeping cuffs.  These were light weight leather cuffs that could be locked together, or to the bed.  TJ locked them together in front of her, then put her in the bed, on her back, where he locked her wrists above her head to the head board.  Now she was lying there very vulnerable, with her arms tied above her.

       TJ lay next to her, kissing and fondling her.  Eve thought this was probably going to be a typical night where her master aroused her, denied her satisfaction, and she falls asleep aroused, and wanting a cock.  She was wrong.

       TJ kissed her, then moved down to her breasts.  He squeezed them, and sucked her nipples until she was moaning and squirming.  Then he moved down to her pussy.  He liked the way all her pussy hair had been removed with a laser.  He liked this smooth look.  He leaned down and let his tongue touch the sensitive lips of her pussy.  She closed her eyes and was lost in the sensations of his licking and sucking her pussy, especially her clit.  Eve moved and pressed her cunt against his mouth and tongue.  She had not noticed by TJ had brought a light weight flogger type whip to bed.  When she got close to a climax, he would stop and give her cunt several lashes with the whip.  This would settle her down for a bit, then he would suck her again.  This went on until Eve was worked into a sexual frenzy.

       Much to her dismay, he stopped about the time she was ready to climax.  Her disappointment did not last.  TJ moved his body between her legs and let the throbbing head of his cock touch her cunt.  He reached down and grasped his cock at the base.  Using it like a whip, or better yet, a belt, he began to slap her exposed pussy with his cock.  After he had slapped her pussy about ten times, she was moaning, and TJ wanted to fuck her.  He smiled down at her as he pushed the head of his cock into her.  Eve bit her lip and held her breath.  The sensation of his cock invading her cunt for the second time this evening was almost more pleasure than she could deal with.  It felt wonderful.  He started moving his cock in and out of her heated passage.  Slow at first, then faster and harder.  He was riding her.  In a matter of moment she was cumming is erotic explosions.  She cried out as her climax washed over her.  He kept riding her with his cock.  Her climax reached it’s zenith, but as it was ending, it started all over again.  TJ knew what she was experiencing, and he just kept riding her.  Her climax rolled into another climax.  She was awash in an erotic sea in which his cock was master.  It seemed as if she passed out at one point.  When Eve became aware of her surroundings, she realized that TJ was still on top of her, with his rampant cock buried in her cunt. He had stopped fucking her.  She was trying to regain her breath.

       “Oh, God!  TJ that was wonderful.  Thank you, thank you!”

       TJ answered, “Oh, don’t thank me  yet, Little Slave.  You have one more duty.”

       With that, TJ pulled his cock from her pussy, and moved up, straddling her body until his cock touched her lips.  Eve opened her mouth and received his cock.  It was coated with her juices.  She found this to be exciting, especially when she was being forced to take his cock.  She licked his cock, cleaning it, then pulled it into her mouth.  She made TJ groan with pleasure.  Her lips sucked and her tongue lashed his sensitive cock head.  It did not take long.  TJ’s cock erupted as he was fucking her mouth.  Eve struggled, but was able to keep all his issue.  Then, for the next minute or two, she worked to suck his cock clean.  Finally, TJ got off her and lay down beside her.  He kissed her, then lay on his back, his left hand resting on her pussy.  In a matter of moments, both lovers fell asleep.  Eve was awakened in the middle of this night with TJ fucking her again.  She was till tied with her wrists connected to the top of the bed.  After TJ made sure both he and Eve had experienced another cum, he untied her wrists, and the both of them went back to sleep in each other’s arm.

       It was a blissful sleep.  A needed sleep, because Iraq was waiting for TJ.

Continued…………… 

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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