Thus, began my new life as an incest pain slut to my children.
Epilogue:
To my children, I was just a tool to use, a toy to play with, and an object to release their frustrations. I was their maid and cook. I was their cum dump whenever they wished. I serviced all their friends whenever they came over. They delighted in punishing me whenever I did even the slightest thing wrong, or they just felt like it after a stressful day. Even though it was just a by-product of their needs, I usually orgasmed multiple times a day. Occasionally, there would be a couple of days where I didn’t come, usually because things got busy for them and all they wanted to use was my mouth. On those occasions, I would purposely screw something up just so they would take me into the playroom and punish me to multiple orgasms. I know that this life seems like hell to most people, but I relish in it.
Sometimes, when my Goddess and Masters are at school or work during the day, I think about my transformation and how it happened. I try to remember the moment that I finally broke completely. Was it when I was tied to the chair and finally had an orgasm? Was it when Mistress Mary used orgasm denial until I broke and submitted? No, that was still early, and I still had some fight left in me. No, it was a culmination of all that to be sure, but it was the complete mind-bending orgasm that accompanied the pain. It was the bending of physical and mental manipulations that she used to kill a cast-iron bitch and replace it with a pain slut. It was that final universe exploding orgasm that broke my will and created the physical craving that consumed me.
Oh shit. Got to go. Goddess Jennifer will be home soon, and I thought I heard her talking about a couple of co-workers coming over for dinner and drinks. I need to check on dinner and be kneeling at the door when she gets home. Hmmm, maybe if I take my time checking the oven, then I might be late getting to the door, then she will need to drag me to the playroom with her co-workers watching….. I hear a car pull into the driveway. I guess I better stroll towards the kitchen then.
