It had been a number of months that my Aunt Rachel had been serving me as my slave. Her daughter lived in the dorms at a nearby college but would periodically come home when her budget got tight, meaning that she’d raid the refrigerator, do laundry, etc. On those occasions, we’d tone things down a bit to shield things from her daughter.
Only a year younger than myself, my niece (Samantha or Sam for short) stood tall at 5’11”. Years of competitive swimming had definitely given her long, lean muscles. Between her taut abdomen and even tighter ass cheeks, she was something to behold. The “C” sized breasts stood high on her chest and clearly drew everyone’s attention in contrast to the rest of her form.
One afternoon while Rachel was at work I had a knock at the front door. I was surprised to see Sam home from school. Usually she would call ahead to let her mother know to expect her.
I brought her in and could see that she had something heavy on her mind. We walked into the kitchen and I offered her a beer. She refused and sat down at the bar. She placed a small backpack next to her that I hadn’t noticed her carrying. She was wearing a pair of shorts that truly highlighted her legs and a T-shirt that barely concealed her nipples.
Before I could ask her why she was home she blurted out “What is it?”
Confused, I asked her what she meant.
“What is it that has you in control of my Mom?”
Not wanting to really go into the relationship between her mother and me, especially without having talked with Rachel first, I answered, “I don’t know what you mean.”
At this point it just boiled over. Sam went into almost a tirade. “Bullshit! Look, I get that my mother needs strong men in her life. She married my father in hopes of him being that. Instead he was abusive and my mother eventually divorced him. She was glued to your father and I never understood how your mother tolerated that. I watched her go into a depression when your parents died, more than I would normally have expected. I then watched as she started helping you through their deaths. That gave her a purpose but I could still see her depression. Then all of a sudden she’s completely out of her funk and latched onto you. At first I thought that she might have begun to take some form of anti-depression medications. I searched her bedroom looking for them. Imagine my surprise seeing some photographs of her with your parents. Did you know she was their slave? The pictures had her naked, with a collar and leash, sitting at their feet. There were other more explicit pictures!” She had taken the pictures from her backpack and tossed them on the counter during the tirade. At this point she needed to catch her breath.
Before she could continue I replied “Yes, I know what it’s like to find pictures of your parents in such a compromising position. Those pictures you found, I had found while going through boxes after my parents death. I gave those same pictures to your mother.”
She looked at me in a mixture of disgust and shock.
I then continued, “Does it really matter what the content of the pictures are? I’m sure that you stared at them for a while. I know I did. Bottom line is that none of them looked distressed, forced, or not in full enjoyment of what they were doing. It certainly was in full consent by everyone involved.”
Then she almost yelled “Then what about you and her?”
Not knowing how much she knew or wishing to tip my hand I calmly said, “What do you mean?”
“I SAW you two! I saw her naked – at your feet. I SAW her sucking slowly at your cock while you watched TV. What have you done to her?” When she finished she just glared at me.
I responded “I have done nothing TO her, but let me ask you a couple of questions first. Is your Mom harmed in any way? How about her depression? Find any medications? Who are you to question or spy on her? Sure, as her daughter you might have a right to be concerned and talk with her about it. You had no right to forage and spy on her though. YOU are not in the driver’s seat here! Take your happy little ass out of here and don’t come back until you’re ready to sit down and have a conversation without demands or accusations! Now go!” I stood up and began moving to the front door.
She burst, “WAIT, wait. You’re right. I’m sorry. I’d really like to understand. I just don’t.”
I turned back to her, “What do you want to understand?”
She looked down and said, “She seems so centered. She went from being depressed, to being extremely happy in like one day. When I saw you two together it didn’t seem as much sexual as pure contentment for the two of you. It was obvious she felt like she belonged at your feet doing what she was doing and I could see she felt loved & cared for.”
She continued, “The way you were stroking her hair showed how much you cared for her too. Conversely I could see a collar and restraints on her ankles and wrists. She was like those pictures I found. I just don’t understand how my mother could allow herself to be owned.”
Slowly I responded, “You only see the sexual act. You don’t understand the emotional and intellectual aspect. In any relationship, should people be completely honest, one person or the other is ultimately in charge. Ours is just clearly defined. I lead and she follows. She clearly knows about this type of relationship, has given full consent, and as you admitted quite content. You should just simply be happy.”
Barely audible Sam said, “I prefer a man to be in charge. At least physically. I just don’t get the two of you. First, she’s your Aunt. Second, she’s so much older. Third she obviously will do anything for you. I just want to understand.”
Looking Sam directly in the face I asked, “What confuses you the most?”
Without hesitation she said, “The age difference. I understand maybe the dominance/submission as she did that with your parents. I can understand that you two got very close after your parents died. It’s… it’s that you’re my age. It’s how can she be so ready to submit to someone your….err our age?”
“You said you prefer a man to be in charge physically. How? Why?”
Again while avoiding eye contact she said, “I once was with a guy who was a little “rough”. I liked it. Unfortunately I could see the beginning of my father’s abusive behaviors. He was quick history after that.”
“How much do you want to understand our relationship? Are you willing to really find out?”
Quietly she said, “I’d actually do most anything to find out.”
I sat there for a moment thinking. Then I her looked her directly in her eyes and spoke very clearly. “I will help you understand but you must agree to three things completely. One, you will come here on Friday night and plan on spending the entire weekend. Two, you will enter the house and fully remove all clothing. You will not get your clothes back at any time during the weekend. Third, you will do everything that you’re told. You will do so without argument or hesitation. You will be treated exactly as your mother. That means if you fail to do as I demand, that you’ll be punished exactly as your mother would be. Again, fully understand you will be treated EXACTLY like her. If you can’t agree to these stipulations, you will never really know. Agreed?”
She nodded her head.
“We speak in this house. That way everyone knows exactly what is being understood.”
She said, “Yes, I agree.”
I quickly added, “By the way, no mention of this to your mother. Understood?”
She quickly responded, “Yes.”
On Friday, Sam came at the appointed time. She walked into the front door and shed what clothing she wore. I took the clothes and placed them in a safe. I could see her body shiver with the realization she had really no clothing for the entire weekend.
I turned to her and placed a collar around her neck. I quickly locked it into place. We hadn’t spoken to this point.
I started, “This is your last chance. If you agree to this, you will wear this collar for the entire weekend. You will obey my every word. You’ll not be unduly harmed in any manner. Should you disobey, there will be punishments. I truly hope that that’ll be unnecessary as you’re here to fully understand and thus should be willing to completely obey. So, for one last time, do you consent to my rules for this weekend?”
“Yes”, she declared.
I hooked a three-foot leash to her collar and said, “Follow me.”
I escorted her to the basement that Rachel and I had converted into a dungeon.
As Sam walked into the room, she saw her mother bound to a cross on the far wall. She gave out a loud gasp.
Her mother was basically mounted to the wall like da Vinci’s “Vitruvian Man”. She was completely nude and with her arms out to the side and legs shoulder-width apart. She wore a blindfold and ball gag. I had also taken the precaution of adding ear muffs so that she would not hear our entrance.
She was on full display. “Sam, look between her thighs” as I pointed at the apex of her mother’s legs. It was evident that she was clearly aroused as her thighs reflected the light off the dew flowing down her legs.
I directed Sam to a spanking bench nearby. I bent her over and before she could say anything I reminded her she was to follow my demands. I then placed restraints on her wrists and ankles. I then attached them to the spanking bench.
Now both women were bound.
I took a small lubricated butt plug and began to insert it into Sam’s tight rectum. I told her that I might want it later and the plug would help easing my cock into her back side. She began to breathe deeply to help ease the discomfort. I told her “Good girl!” when I was done inserting it.
I gave her a moment to become used to it.
I then removed her from the bench and had her kneel on the floor perpendicular to her mother. I instructed her on how when she was to kneel in front of me that it was to be like she was: on her knees, shoulder-width apart, and hands on her thighs with her palms up.
I walked over to Rachel and took the headphones and blindfold off of her. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, they fell onto Sam kneeling in front of her. Her eyes opened in shock.
I undressed and walked over to Sam. I then laced my hand on the back of her head. Sam didn’t need much to understand what I was expecting. She leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth. It was half-hard but then she began to draw its natural length and girth. Her mother’s eyes were laser-focused on the point of juncture and then to me. Basically pleading for an answer.
Soon I began to get rougher with Sam. I brought my second hand down to hold Sam’s face firmly while I pistoned my hips forward. Saliva was running down her chin onto her perfect breasts. I was fully fucking her face directly in front of her mother. Sam was quite skilled orally. I would have soon emptied my testicles, had we continued.
Leaving Sam on the floor, I walked over to Rachel. “As you can see. Your daughter is here to serve me too. I will allow you to speak of this on Monday but will not tolerate a word before then. Do you understand?”
She slowly acknowledged me with a nod of her head and a blink of her eyes. I then reached between her thighs and stuck two fingers deep inside of her pussy. A loud moan escaped past the gag. Looking into her eyes I could see a fire erupting within.
Pulling the fingers from her caused her hips to thrust forward in an attempt to draw my fingers back in.
I walked over to Sam and rubbed the fluid under her nose and then pushed them into her mouth. Her natural instinct was to pull away. This brought a quick slap across her face. “Slut, know your place.”
I could see her anger want to explode. Her nostrils were flaring and her eyes intensely focused on me. I could also see her nipples full and hard. I reached down between her legs to find it wet just like her mother.
I walked back to her mother and placed my fingers under her nose. I then whispered into her ear, “She might be as much as a slut as you are. You know, I‘m going to find out. Don’t you?” There was resignation in her eyes as she nodded. “Can I take the gag off of you? Will you be a good slut and say nothing about this until Monday?”
She nodded her head.
I told her “Good girl” as I removed the gag from her mouth.
“Thank you, Master” and then she quickly looked at her daughter.
“Slave, until Monday this is all I will say. Your daughter is here with full consent. She has what she believes to be some knowledge of your place within this house. I will accept no changes to your normal behavior. I will expect you to continue to serve me as you have already been doing. Have I made myself quite clear?”
“Yes, Master” was the immediate response from Rachel.
I then turned to Sam. “Tell your mother that you have given full consent.”
Sam turned to her mother and barely spoke, “Yes, I gave him my consent.”
Another slap went across her face. “I told you once that we speak in this house – not mumble.”
Sam almost bellowed out to her mother, “Yes, I gave him my full consent to do as he wishes for the entire weekend.”
I released Rachel from the wall cross. “There will be more time to enjoy the dungeon later. We have other matters to attend.” I then lead the two of them to the master bedroom.
I pulled a chair alongside the bed and instructed Rachel to sit down. She was to watch for the time being.
I wrapped my arms around Sam and pulled her backward into my chest. I then whispered into her ear, “Now little one, we’re going to see how much of a slut you truly are. I already felt your wet pussy. Now I’m going to take it – while your mother watches!” I could feel a slight hesitation and flex of her muscles. I just held her a bit tighter to let her know that I was not going to take much from her.
I ran my lips down her neck and over the collar. I felt her body relax a little. It seemed to mold itself further into me. I rhetorically whispered into her ear, “Feel my cock nestling into your ass? I’ve had your mouth. Should I take your ass now or just bury that cock in your wet pussy? Lay down on your back while I make up my mind.”
Sam positioned herself on the bed as instructed. I attached her wrists to the headboard. “Slut, this same headboard has been used by my mother, your mother and now you. Being a submissive slut must run in the family.” I then pulled on her legs to make her body slide down the bed thus causing her arms to stretch tautly.
I forcefully opened her legs as a way to remind her of her place. I began to slowly crawl up between her legs. Every once in a while I’d stop to kiss, lick, touch or smell a point on of her body. I knew taking my time was just playing with her mind trying to figure out what was about to happen. I avoided her pussy and breasts along the way. Her hips had begun to undulate showing their need. I could clearly smell her arousal.
My knees pushed her thighs apart. Anticipation was clearly on her face. As I leant down into her facial space, she felt the weight of my cock resting on her pubic mound. She began to arch her hips in hopes of lodging my cock inside of her pleasure hole.
Quietly I said to her, “Beg! Beg me to fuck you. You know how much you need it, so beg!”
Her eyes were looking directly at me. Her nostrils were flaring. Her breath was coming in short and shallow gasps. She made sure she was clear in her voice. “Fuck me. Please put that cock inside me.”
I slapped her across the face totally shocking her. “Wha…” before she was slapped again. Giving her a dirty look I said, “First, you don’t question and second you address me as Sir. Understand?”
The slaps were not too hard. Just enough to get her attention and cause her cheek to redden slightly.
“Again….”
Making sure to fully articulate her desires in such a manner as to not upset me she said “Sir, I simply need to be fucked. Please fuck me. SIR, please take me and use me as you wish.”
“That’s much better, slut.” I grabbed her thighs and pushed them into her chest. This gave me total access to her honey hole.
I looked over at her mother. She had been mindlessly fingering herself while watching me with her daughter. She noticed me looking at her and quickly stopped her fingers. “Slave, should I fuck your daughter? Would you like to see me take her?”
Her mother said “Yes, Master. Please fuck her with me watching.”
I turned towards Sam and aligned my cock with her entrance. I…
