“Whoa! Damn, she is good.” Mistress Julie finally said. “How long has she been practicing now?”
“Only about three weeks.” Mistress Mary replied. “She had never licked a woman before then. Of course, I have had her practicing a few times a day on me since then, and last weekend she spent three days as a slave for a sorority house.”
“Hmmmm, I may have to drastically increase the amount of time I visit my step-children.” Mistress Julie laughed.
“Speaking of which, we do have a party to get ready for.” Mistress Mary sighed.
A few hours later:
So, here I was. I had bathed, shaved, applied lotion, done my hair, and applied make-up. Frankly, I looked like I was about to go on a very classy date — well, except for how I was ‘dressed’. All I was wearing were a black garter belt, shear black stockings, 6-inch black spike heels that locked onto my ankles, a pink collar with D rings front and back and each side, leash, the damned vibrating egg (on low) and a vibrating butt plug with a large jewel on the end. Oh yes, let’s not forget the rope harness holding my forearms together behind my back and crossing between my tits like a cup less bra. Nothing to see here folks, except — EVERYTHING.
Mistress Mary put me in the back seat of her car and buckled me in. Ever try to sit down with a butt plug that has a big knob on it that pushes in when you sit on it? No? Oh Fuck! That makes the vibrations more intense. Of course, there is pain involved, but, if you got this far into my story, you should know how my training made THAT affect me.
Mistress Mary’s car had dark tinted windows, so there was really no chance that I could be seen as she drove, and we were soon pulling into the garage of the house that I had recently signed over to my children. Mistress made sure to close the garage door before helping me out of the car as she sent a text to someone.
“Don’t worry about toys, Slut. I made sure to supply your Owners with a good starter set for you. They should be all ready for action as soon as we walk in.”
Yeahhh. I wasn’t worried about toys before, but I sure am now!
I could hear the sounds of a party through the door from the garage to the house. It sounded like there were a lot of people there.
“SHE’S HERE!!!” I heard someone shout.
Mistress opened the door and lead me through. There were about 40 people crowded into the living room — and all staring at me. All my children’s friends were there, along with a few of my neighbors, my ex, his wife, and several mutual acquaintances. Of course, everyone except me was fully dressed. Front and center were my three children, all smiling like they had just gotten the best Christmas presents ever. It didn’t take a genius to realize that they WERE getting a present — ME. Mistress lead me over and put me in front of my daughter.
“Knees, Slut.” She commanded.
I’ve gotten very proficient at getting on and off my knees with my arms bound behind my back. I have had a LOT of practice with that lately. Once on my knees, I looked down and saw a small box at my daughter Jenny’s feet. Mistress reached down, unclipped the leash, and handed it to Jenny. She then unlocked my collar and removed it.
“I now relinquish ownership of this slave.” Mistress Mary stated loudly.
I was suddenly filled with trepidation. Oh, I knew full well what was to happen next. We had been through this whole ceremony at length. I knew that I was to make the next move. I had memorized the lines I was supposed to say, and I was very well aware of what would come after that. The last part was what terrified me. Submitting to Mary was one thing. She didn’t really know me, and, even though she probably disliked me, she didn’t have any real emotional involvement. My kids however, that was a totally different story. I had literally made their lives hell. They had very good reason to hate me and punish me for all the years of abuse that I put on them. Did I say terrified? Actually, you could probably multiply that by ten and still not reach the level of dread that I suddenly felt.
A sudden line of fire spreading across my tits from Jenny’s leather strap brought me out of my thoughts. Another line of fire from Mary’s strap on my ass got me moving. I gently reached forward and opened the box. Lifting the new collar out, I held it up to Jenny.
“Mistre…” I began.
“NO! After all the times you criticized the way I looked, you can now call me Goddess Jennifer. A goddess is beautiful and powerful. That is how you will think of me from now on. You will also address Master Michael and Master Johnathan as well, since they will also be your new owners.”
“Of course, Goddess Jennifer, Master Michael, and Master Johnathan. Please punish this worthless whore for her stupidity at not addressing you properly.” I apologized. The shame at being naked in front of all those people who knew me before, who I had tormented and belittled, as well as the humiliating words that I had just spoken shot through me like a lightning bolt. It also caused my cunt to become a flowing river.
“Goddess Jennifer, Master Michael, Master Johnathan, please accept this worthless slave as your property. I offer my mind, body and soul to fulfill your every need and desire. I will gladly (well, at least as far as they care) obey your every command and offer up my body to be used and abused as you see fit.”
Goddess Jennifer took the collar from me and locked it around my neck.
Together, all three spoke in unison. “We accept ownership of this slave to use and punish as we see fit.”
Goddess Jennifer then clipped the leash to my new collar and lead me over to the coffee table.
“Knees and face on the table. Reach back and spread your ass and show everyone your new jewelry.” She ordered.
Of course, everyone then gathered around to look at the big jeweled butt plug I had in. Well, ‘look’ might not be the correct word to use. Most of them also took the opportunity to squeeze my ass, rotate, push or pull the plug, and finger my cunt.
“My God! This whore is absolutely soaking wet. She obviously gets off on this. What a slut!” came from the woman that lives next door. The fact that I had criticized her promiscuity before was not lost on me. I was now much more of a slut than I had ever accused her of being.
“OK. Time for the real fun to begin.” Goddess Jennifer announced. “For those of you who are shy, or just want something more personal, we will have the slut available later for private sessions later. I will start, followed by Mike and John. After that, my dad and step-mom get a turn. When they are finished, everyone else is free to use this slut as they see fit. After a couple of hours, we will tie her down in our new play room for anyone that wants to use her privately. Feel free to use any of the whips, straps, floggers, canes, and crops on her. From what Jen said, she really enjoys those. Just make sure that she isn’t permanently injured. Now, Slut, start using that tongue on me and get me for a bit before I put on a strap-on and drill your ass!”
Suddenly, it sunk in. Throughout everything that I had done the last couple of weeks, here was the last taboo. I had been turned into a slut that got off on pain. I had become proficient at licking women to orgasm. I had been trained to orgasm from being fucked in my ass. I had been transformed from an uptight frigid ultra-conservative bitch that was disgusted by deviant sexual behavior into a wanton bisexual whore that got off on every kink imaginable — except one. Incest. Now, the last taboo was not just staring me in the face, but I was about to be made to have sex with my children in front of a large audience. It finally hit me what Mistress Mary told me at the beginning. I was being trained to be a sex slave for my children. That meant that I would be actually committing incest.
I looked up into my daughter’s eyes. She had an evil grin on her face. Her eyes showed a combination of mirth, satisfaction, and determination. Even while I knew that I was about to begin a very painful night, my treacherous body betrayed me again. My nipples began tingling and hardening, my asshole began clenching around the plug, and my cunt became a roaring river.
“Yes, Goddess Jennifer.” I said as I crawled between her thighs.
I put all the skill that I had acquired over the last few weeks into licking her pussy. Her flavor was delicious and drove me harder. I began concentrating on her subtle movements and sounds to learn her most sensitive spots as I explored every tiny space.
“What a slut.”
“Look how she is getting off on this.”
“Her cunt is absolutely drooling. It’s dribbling down her legs!”
“Always figured her for a closet whore.”
I heard these comments and more as I debased myself by going down on my own daughter. Each humiliating comment aroused me even more. Suddenly, I was pushed away.
“Lay her on the coffee table and hold her ankles up. I want her to look at me as I drill her ass so she knows that it is her own daughter who she used to belittle that making her cum.” My daughter commanded. “Mike, John, feel free to whip her tits as I ream her out too.”
I was laid down on my back, and my ex-husband and his wife each held one of my legs up. My ass was set on the edge of the table. Jen put her strap-on while I was being situated for her. Pulling my plug out, she spoke, “I’m not going to use my big one this time, because Mike and John also want to use your ass. I don’t want to stretch you out too much before they get their turn.”
HOLY SHIT!!!! IF THAT MONSTER WASN’T HER BIG ONE, WHAT WAS I GOING TO BE IN FOR LATER????
“Looks like you still have some lube in there from the plug, so I don’t need to add any more to this. Besides,” Jennifer grinned evilly, “I don’t really want this to be easy on you.” She completed just as she shoved that monster in me to the hilt.
OH FUCK!!!!! I screamed as I felt that I was being split open. She barely gave me any time to adjust to it before she began thrusting in and out. I think the only reason that she paused at all was simply for her to adjust her own position. There was no easing into this fucking, it was zero to sixty instantly. At about the third thrust, my mind was suddenly taken off the pain in my ass by more pain on my tits as the boys became familiar with their floggers.
Jen was in high gear with the piston in my ass as the boys were syncing up with the floggers on my tits. I was screaming like a banshee. Suddenly, explosions rocked my body as fireworks exploded in my head.
“HOLY SHIT!!!! SHE SQUIRTED!!!”
“Mary was right. She really does get off on this.”
“I’ve never seen anyone cum that hard.”
“Look at her thrusting back as Jen fucks her.”
“My God! She is even trying to thrust her tits up for more whipping.”
“She’s still cumming.”
I vaguely heard these comments and more as the orgasm tore through me. It seemed to never end. Then, just as that one began to end, another one over took me. I became lost in the space-time continuum. Pleasure and pain became one. The universe shrank until nothing existed except the pistoning in my ass and the delightful sting on my tits. Colors started to fade into grey. Then the grey darkened until, finally, blackness enveloped me.
Consciousness slowly made its way back. I began to become aware of murmuring around me. The murmuring became voices. The tinkling of glasses and bottles. Laughter and conversations floated through the fog. My eyes opened slowly. Blurred images came into focus. I remembered that I was at a party.
“Wha……” I moaned.
“Oh good. She’s awake.” Someone said.
Michael came over and pulled me into a sitting position. “Here. Drink this.” He said as he stuck a straw in my mouth. Water! I sucked down the entire glass.
“You were out for about 20-minutes.” He said. “John and I were beginning to worry that we would have to wait until morning for our turn.”
I was sitting on the couch with a towel under my ass. I looked around as the cobwebs in my brain began to clear and remembered where I was and what was happening.
“So, Ready for round 2?” Goddess Jennifer asked.
“At your will Goddess Jennifer.” I responded.
“Table. Hands and knees.” John ordered.
I hadn’t realized until then that my arms had been untied. I rolled off the couch and climbed onto the coffee table. Thankfully, someone had put some foam rubber pads down to take some of the pressure off my knees.
“We decided that we will start by split roasting this whore for a bit, then we will finish off DP’ing the bitch.” Master Michael announced.
Oh. The padding was there for later. My comfort was just a byproduct of that. I really should have guessed something like that. After all, my kids had a LOT of pent up anger to work out on me.
John slathered lube on his cock as he went around behind me. “Just for clarification,” he said, “this is for my comfort, not yours.”
OK then.
“Just to let you know. Neither of us has cum for the last four day so we could build up huge loads for you.” Michael commented.
Again, there was no warm up this time either. He just shoved it in right to the hilt. As he did that, I opened my mouth to let out a gasp. Michael took that opportunity to ram his cock into that opening. I hadn’t had a chance to really look at their equipment before, but now having one of my twin boys literally in my face, I couldn’t help but notice that they had grown into rather well hung men. Michael had a rather large, thick cock. It looked to be around 8-inches long and an inch and a half thick. Judging from the feeling in my ass. John was similarly endowed. While John was plowing my ass Michael was similarly using my throat. No loving blowjob here. This was a full-on face fucking. I was turned into a rocking horse. Back to fill my ass on John’s cock, then forward to slide Michael’s cock down my throat. This went on for about five minutes.
“Switch”
John and Michael changed places, and back to work I went. Hmmmm, Strawberry flavored lube. They both pulled out after another 5-minutes.
“You are older by 5-minutes John, so you call it.” Goddess Jennifer said as she flipped a coin.
“I want her cunt.” John said as he won the toss. “Besides, she just cleaned me off, so I don’t have to worry about anything nasty getting in there.”
John pulled me up, then he laid down on the table and directed me to climb on. After I had settled on his cock, Michael pushed his cock into my ass.
It took a few minutes, but they soon developed a rhythm. I had already been on edge from the previous split roasting, so after a few more minutes of this, I was just about to cum again. Just as I was about to go over the precipice, John reached up and savagely began pinching and twisting my already abused nipples.
“OOOOOHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKYYYYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!” I screamed out.
It wasn’t the powerful, all consuming orgasm that I had earlier, but it sure was good. Unfortunately for the boys, the pent up frustration from not having an orgasm for the last 4-days combined with the clenching of my cunt and ass as I orgasmed pushed them over the edge. I rolled into another smaller orgasm as I felt their loads jet into me.
After a few minutes to clean up, I was turned over to my ex-husband and his wife. Since they had used me earlier in the day, Don had me lay on my back as he throat fucked me as Julie went to town on my cunt with a ridding crop.
After that, the night became a blur. I was used by multiple people at once in every conceivable way. I was triple penetrated — air-tight as they called it — with a cock in my cunt, ass, and mouth all at once. I had women use strap-ons in every hole. I lost count of the pussies I licked. A lot of the guests wanted to use the whips and crops on me to pay me back for all the misery I put them through.
After a couple of hours of this, I was given a tumbler with a double shot of bourbon and allowed a brief shower to wash all the cum off. This had an added effect of rousting me back to my senses and clearing my mind a bit. That may not have been much of a blessing though. That was when I was introduced to the ‘Playroom’. Maybe they thought it was somewhere to play, but all I saw was a bunch of medieval torture devices. Stocks, pillory, Saint Andrew’s Cross, whipping post, bondage horse, padded benches and tables with chains and cuffs. Whips, floggers, crops, canes, and leather straps hanging on the wall. Shelfs with dildos, butt plugs, strap-ons, vibrators, gags, blindfolds, and various other toys. Fuck ‘Playroom’ — this looked like Hell! I had a small orgasm just looking at it. God, what the hell is wrong with me?
I was locked in the pillory so my entire body was available for use — or abuse — depending on the desire of whoever was taking their turn. Mostly it was one person at a time. Mostly the women who had either just whipped me earlier or just watched. Now, since it was more private, they used me for their pleasure. I was still whipped as I licked, but it wasn’t as intense as having several people whip me at the same time. Occasionally, a couple would come in and use me together also. I lost track of time. Eventually, the party ended, and most everyone left. I was released from my bondage and had to be helped to the shower. Goddess Jennifer had taken over the Master Bedroom in my absence, so I was placed in the smallest of the available bedrooms. I was so exhausted that I literally fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.
The next morning, I was woken up by Goddess Jennifer and told to shower, get ready, and get to the living room. I had 15-minutes. There would be one strike from the crop for every second that I was late. I was a minute early. I kneeled on the floor directly in front of Goddess Jennifer, who was sitting in the middle of the couch. Master Michael and Master John were on either side of her. My ex-husband and his wife were sitting in the recliners off to the side. I was naked, except for my collar, kneeling with my ass on my heels, back straight, tits pushed out, and hands clasped behind my back.
“OK, Slut. Here are your rules. Listen closely, because from this second on, you will be punished severely for any infraction. Do you understand?” Goddess Jennifer asked.
“Yes, Goddess Jennifer.” I replied.
“One, you will be naked except for your collar while at home unless specifically directed otherwise. Two, if you need to go out, one of us will pick what clothes you are to wear. You will ONLY wear EXACTLY what you are given. Three, you will be given a schedule. You are to have breakfast prepared, then wake each of us at the appointed time every morning. I am to be waken by having my pussy licked. Michael and Johnathan are to be waken by getting blow-jobs. Four, you are to answer the door — ALWAYS. Five, you will keep the house clean and do all the laundry. Six, you will cook every meal, and have it ready ON TIME. You are allowed to wear an apron while using the stove top. Seven, you will follow all commands instantly with no argument. Eight, you are a sex slave. You will perform any service to us and anyone we direct you to any time and any place you are ordered. Nine, we own you. You will always be respectful. And ten, you are not allowed to use the furniture unless specifically told to. Your place is kneeling on the floor. You eat kneeling beside the table with your plate on the floor. That should cover it for now. If we decide that any new rules are needed, we will tell you.”
“Yes, Goddess Jennifer.” I replied.
“Now, one last thing right now. These are the titles to the GTO and the Corvette. You no longer have any need of a car, and you only took them in the divorce to be a bitch. So, we have decided to give dad back the GTO, and dad said that I could have the corvette. John and Mike are getting new cars. We would have taken care of this earlier, but we need your signature on the titles to transfer them. Here is a pen. Sign them!”
