CONTROL

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ Part 1 ]

Frank rattled the ice in his glass, making a tinkling noise that was meant to get Angela’s attention. “Hey, Angie baby, get me another Scotch and soda,” he called out. It was a scene that had repeated itself many times since Frank had enslaved the woman. A few moments later, Angie appeared carrying a fresh drink for her master. At 33, she was a young and beautiful woman.

On the slow descent into slavery, she’d gone from skimpy clothes to sexually provocative to what she was wearing today. The black stockings and high heels hid nothing from her master’s eyes or hands. The big difference between today and previous days was it was only 8:00 am and Frank was on his third drink already.

But there was an even bigger difference in the house today that Angie couldn’t quite fathom. She’d come to accept the fact that her live in man had become her master and even that her daughter had become her mistress. But there was something else going on now. Since she’d gotten home late yesterday, Frank had been on a sex and drinking binge. She’d lost count of the number of times he’d poked his cock in her pussy or her mouth. Frank wasn’t talking about what had happened the previous Saturday afternoon to put him in this mood. The only other person who knew what had happened was April and Angie wasn’t about to ask her daughter.

It was a cool morning warming up to a hot afternoon in late May. The school year was nearly over and April was thinking about the upcoming summer vacation. This summer would be unlike anything in the past. Now that she literally owned her mother, there would be no restrictions on what she could and could not do. Her plans centered on the 12-year-old Phoebe, the pretty blond that she’d led carefully into submission. But, she didn’t want to play only with Phoebe. She was plotting how to involve a few more in her naughty schemes. She just couldn’t quite figure out who or how she would do that.

April noticed that Frank was merciless with Angie. Though only 13, she understood that he needed to reclaim his manhood and that meant Frank made his needs known early and often to Angie. It was barely after breakfast and Angie was parading around essentially naked for her master. Though she’d come to think of Frank as a disgusting pervert, April did owe a debt of gratitude to Frank. He was the one who had initially enslaved Angie and April. In the process, he’d introduced the young virgin to the joys of sex and thence to the joys of domination. It had been a simple step for the young girl to control both Frank and Angie. Thinking she was naïve and weak, they’d never seen it coming.

April stepped out into the back yard just to get away from the sight of her mother submitting to Frank. The 13-year-old girl enjoyed making her mother do any number of embarrassing and sexual acts, but she’d tired of watching Frank do the same. She didn’t go into the back yard very often, and now that she was there, she heard voices coming from next door.

Recognizing the voice of Ms. Kathy, April stepped toward the wall that separated the two yards. She knew that what was going on next door was a mirror image of what happened in her house. Instead of a master, there was a mistress who commanded the two males, Steve and his son Mark. She also knew that Mark didn’t have the backbone to rebel against Ms. Kathy as she had against Frank. From the commanding tone of the female voice she heard, April knew it wasn’t just Kathy talking, but Ms. Kathy. Though her first meeting with the domineering woman next door had been as a submissive, April now thought of herself as Ms. Kathy’s equal, or at least her apprentice. She’d learned the tricks of the trade from Frank and from Kathy and borrowed some of Ms. Kathy’s bondage gear to use on occasion.

April stepped up on a bench near the wall and peeked over into the neighboring yard. She wasn’t disappointed. Mark, the 13-year-old boy of the house, was standing nude, facing her. He didn’t see her as she peeked over, but instead continued to listen to Ms. Kathy. His head occasionally nodded, but he didn’t speak. April grinned as she saw the boy’s hard cock with the cock ring nestled in place at its base and the silver scrotum stretcher that pulled his balls down low.

She could hear Ms. Kathy’s voice, but couldn’t make out the words. If she had, she might have ducked. Ms. Kathy teased Mark that the neighbors might see him. Though he’d been seen by Frank, Angie, and April before, it still embarrassed the boy to think he may be performing for his mistress with an audience watching. His eyes ran nervously along the top of the wall and locked on April’s face.

April didn’t flinch as she met the boy’s eyes. She owned him as thoroughly as she owned her mother and Phoebe. She wasn’t going to back down now that she’d been spotted. Though he must have been surprised, she noticed that Mark gave almost no sign that he’d seen her. His face didn’t give away his surprise. The only change was an almost imperceptible change in his stance as he turned to face the girl a little more directly. It was as if he turned to offer his cock to her.

Thus invited, April got down off the bench, went out the gate of her yard, and into the gate of the yard next door. She came around the corner of the house to see Mark doing jumping jacks, his cock flapping wildly and painfully up and down as he bounced. He didn’t stop as she came around the corner, but this time his head turned enough to catch Kathy’s attention. The woman turned to see what Mark was looking at and laughed. “Looks like the neighbors have been watching,” she said to the embarrassed boy.

Kathy looked curiously at the girl as she approached. She’d noticed the change in April from submissive to dominatrix and encouraged it. Still, this was the first time that the girl had intruded into a session. Kathy observed the confidence with which April carried herself. To encourage that confidence, Kathy greeted her as an equal. “Welcome, Ms. April,” she said, with emphasis on the Ms. “Want to take over for me?”

Both April and Kathy noticed the twinkle in Mark’s eyes at the suggestion that April might participate in the session. “Oh, I didn’t want to interrupt,” said April. “I just wanted to come watch.”

“That’s OK,” said Kathy. “I’ve got daddy tied up in the bedroom and wanted to work Mark out a little before I went back upstairs.”

“Hmmm, that sounds nice,” said April. “Father and son boy toys.” She was envious of Kathy’s choices. Though she could borrow Mark for her own fun, April hadn’t the nerve to ask to borrow Steve.

Kathy laughed again. “Now that you put it that way, why don’t you go see daddy first. I’ll bet he blushes for you. Then come back down and you can have Mark all to yourself.”

“Cool,” said April. Steve was such a hunk; she couldn’t pass up the chance to play with him for a while. She left Mark with Ms. Kathy to go exploring in the house.

Going upstairs and into the master bedroom, she found Steve tied spread eagle on the bed. The big man’s jaw dropped at the sight of the 13-year-old entering the room. True to Kathy’s suggestion, he blushed bright red. “Toooo good,” purred April as she walked in. The man’s big cock was straining toward the ceiling and wearing the same ornaments as Mark’s cock was. “Surprised to see me?” she cooed as she stepped to the edge of the bed.

His entire body was at her fingertips. She ran her hands across his strong, broad chest and then felt his strong arms. On another occasion she’d been forced to sample his cock, but today she was in charge. It was so much more fun to be in this position. She skinned off her top and removed her bra to give his eyes an unrestricted view of her young tits. Teasing him, she ran her hands over her mounds and tweaked her nipples to hardness.

Big man though he was, Steve was a pain slut. He’d do anything for Ms. Kathy so long as she hurt him and then let him cum in a rousing orgasm. However, he’d missed the transformation of April from the little girl next door to apprentice mistress. Now he thought she was there at the command of Ms. Kathy rather than to torment him. “April, you shouldn’t…” he said as she teased him.

“Shouldn’t?” asked April. “Like you shouldn’t let yourself get tied up and put on display for me?”

Steve was a little confused at the superior tone of April’s response. “No, I mean, you don’t have to…”

“Don’t have to?” repeated April.

“Don’t have to expose yourself without Ms. Kathy around,” said Steve.

It was then that April realized Steve didn’t see her in the right role. “Fuck, pain boy,” she said. “I’ll do whatever I want with you.” She climbed up on the bed and took his balls in her little hand. “From now on I want you to call me Ms. April.” She squeezed his balls firmly.

“Aaaahhhh,” moaned Steve in surprise and pain. He looked at the little hand gripping him tightly and felt his cock twinge in excitement. “Yes, Ms. April.” There was a special sense of arousal from the sudden realization that Ms. Kathy had sent April up to see him. She’d loaned him to Ms. April… and now this 13-year-old girl was his mistress. His cock strained for release.

She squeezed him once again just for good measure, feeling the thrill of making him moan in pain. Then she straddled his chest and lowered herself over his face until her tits were inches from his mouth. “Want these?” she teased. She swayed back and forth, watching his eyes as they moved with her tits.

The big man’s head slowly nodded. “Yes, Ms. April,” he said.

“Holy cow, pain boy, I’m only thirteen,” said April. Her stomach fluttered with excitement just from the look in his eyes.

“They look wonderful, Ms. April,” whispered Steve, his voice husky with desire. Her age was no barrier to him. He’d seen and kissed younger. What might April have thought if she’d known about the 9-year-old Jessie?

But, April knew that Ms. Kathy expected her back, so she slid off the man and put her clothes back on. “Well, you can’t have them. You wait here for Ms. Kathy,” said April. “I’m going to go play with Mark for a while.”

Steve watched the sexy teen walk out the room with those words hanging in the air. That same girl had played with Mark on many occasions, but it had been the innocent play of kids. It seemed like only yesterday that she’d been a pretty little pre-teen who’d knocked on the door and asked if Mark could come out and play. The two had grown up together and now when April said she was going to play with Mark, Steve knew it was anything but innocent.

For the time that April was gone, Mark endured more torment from Ms. Kathy. He understood that the torment was just to kill time; there was no promise of sexual release at the hands of Ms. Kathy. It was just lucky for him that April had made a quick visit to his dad.

At the return of April, Kathy said, “Take him inside. That way you can be noisy with him.” April led the boy into the house and Kathy pointed into the family room. “You can take him in there or up to his room. I’ll be back in a flash with some toys,” she winked at April.

At the mention of toys, April grinned back at Kathy. She paced around Mark noting that besides the cock ring and scrotum stretcher, he wore nothing at all. She stepped up close behind him, placing her hands on his ass cheeks and squeezing. “Yeah,” she said in his ear. “Some toys would be nice. What games can we play? I wonder…Noisy games, I guess,” she added, remembering Kathy’s words about why they had moved inside.

There came a loud moan from Steve as Kathy started a ‘noisy game’ with the bound man. The sound was clearly audible throughout the house. Moments later, Kathy came back carrying a box. She set it down on the table. “Take your pick,” she said to April and then she left.

April peered into the box and saw a collection of toys that she assumed Kathy used on Steve and Mark. “Oooo,” she said as she looked over the items. “Lots of toys.” She pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. She held the handcuffs for a moment, realizing that she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to do to the boy. He stood facing her, clearly at her command. She knew she could do anything she wanted. The thrill of the power was overwhelming.

There were three things that she knew. First, she knew that she couldn’t ask anybody what to do. She was in charge and couldn’t act timid or uncertain about it. Second, she knew that Mark enjoyed pain. She couldn’t ask Mark what he wanted, but she could try out a few things and see how Mark responded. Third, she knew that she was expected to enjoy herself. “Turn around,” she said to the boy. He turned and she roughly pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed them together.

She remembered how humiliating it had been to dance naked for Frank, so she ordered Mark up onto the coffee table and told him to dance. He started moving awkwardly around, hindered by his bound hands, but giving her a good show of his bouncing cock.

Noises from Steve reminded her just how much of a novice she was at the game. “Sounds like daddy is having a bad time,” she said to Mark. “Let’s see if you can make some noise, too. Get down off the table. Sit on the couch.” She grabbed the second pair of handcuffs and cuffed one of his ankles to the leg of the couch. Going back to the box, she found a third pair of handcuffs and cuffed his other ankle to the other end of the couch. Now the boy was helplessly spread wide. That position looked like it had promise, so April retrieved the riding crop she’d seen in the box.

Mark was sitting perched on the edge of the couch, so she started by making him lean back. In that position, his cock and balls were prominently on display. She raised the crop and slapped it on his cock. Mark moaned in pain, but he didn’t seem to really be hurt bad, so she slapped him again. He moaned again. The moans started a tingle in April’s pussy.

The boy stared down at his throbbing cock. With his legs spread, it looked like a tower rising up from his crotch, pointed right at Ms. April. He couldn’t believe the thrill he got from offering his cock to the 13-year-old girl as she stood over him. He could feel the power that he had over her as her eyes were locked on his manhood. She was mesmerized by the sight of the swollen member. He wanted her to make it hurt and then make it feel good.

April slapped his cock one more time. “You’re a bad boy,” she said. She ran the crop slowly up the length of his cock as she said, “You fucked my mom with this cock. Naughty boy. You fucked Phoebe with this cock.” She continued to caress him gently with the crop, with a trace of menace in her voice to remind him that the crop could be cruel, too. “Naughty boy. You fucked me with this cock.” She whipped the crop back and slapped his balls. “Naughty boy.”

Mark grimaced in pain. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he moaned. “I have been naughty.”

“And you’d do it again, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Ms. April,” he said. “Anytime you want.”

“Hmmmm, have you fucked Ms. Kathy?”

“Yes, Ms. April. Her, too.”

“Who else have you fucked?” asked April, expecting that she’d exhausted Mark’s list of compliant females.

“Ummm,” Mark hesitated. As April waved the crop around, he confessed, “Jessie and her mom, Lisa.”

“Who are they?” demanded April.

“Lisa is Ms. Kathy’s, um, slave,” said Mark. “Jessie is her daughter. She’s nine.”

“Nine-years-old?” asked April, her voice showing her surprise.

“Yes,” said Mark.

April tried to picture that as a wave of lust swept through her. Ms. Kathy was being kinkier than she had imagined. She knew instinctively that Jessie must be a submissive, but she just couldn’t believe it. “She’s a slave, too?” she asked. “She does whatever Ms. Kathy wants?”

“Yes, Ms. April,” said Mark. “She’s a naughty girl and…”

“I’ll say she’s a naughty girl,” agreed April. “But you’re a naughtier boy to take advantage of her like that.” She smacked Mark’s balls again. She was enjoying the torment she could cause Mark, but the position he was in was not suited to much besides punishing his cock. “I’m going to have to punish you,” she said.

She uncuffed Mark’s ankles and stood him up. Then, she moved him in front of a high backed chair and leaned him forward until his head was resting on the seat cushion. “Keep your legs straight and spread them,” she ordered. Bent over with his knees locked, the boy was pushing his ass out for a spanking. But first, she tied a rope to his wrists, ran it up his back, pulled his arms up high, and tied the rope to the back of the chair. Immobilized, he couldn’t avoid the punishment she was going to give him.

“You’re a bad boy who can’t keep his cock in his pants,” she said. Then she whipped the leather crop across his exposed ass.

“Aaahhh,” yelped Mark more in surprise than pain. The yelp from the boy faded, but the red stripe remained on his ass. She whipped him five times and then reached between his legs to grab his balls.

“No, please, Ms. April,” whined Mark. “I’ll be good. Don’t…aaahhhhh, oowwww, oh holy fuck,” he moaned as April tightened her grip.

April was getting aroused from the control she had over the boy. She could feel the juices flowing in her pussy as he moaned and writhed in pain. Stopping for a moment, she stripped off her shirt and shorts. She was already making plans for letting Mark fuck her again. She wanted his cock inside her, but it had to come at the right moment. Her pussy told her that moment was rapidly approaching and she wanted to be ready.

She moved from behind Mark to stand beside him. “Look at me,” she said. His head turned and he saw her in her bra and panties for the first time. Bent as he was, it was a sideways view of her, but his eyes brightened at the sight. “You want more?” she asked.

“Yes, Ms. April,” said Mark.

“You want to fuck me?”

“Yes, Ms. April,” said Mark.

She reached between his legs again and gripped his balls firmly. “I thought you said you were going to be a good boy?” she said.

In confusion, Mark’s mouth moved, but nothing came out. April let go of his balls and unfastened her bra. As she let it fall to the ground, she felt his eyes on her tits. As she had with his father, she teased him by caressing her tits.

“I’m gonna be a bad boy,” said Mark, his voice low and submissive. “Ms April is gonna make me be a bad boy.”

“Yeah,” agreed April, liking the direction Mark was taking it. She whipped his ass with the crop a couple more times. “Ms. April doesn’t want a candy ass good boy. I want a bad boy. I want a bad boy with a big cock. I want a bad boy who knows how to use his big cock.” She grabbed his balls again. “Do you know how to use this cock?”

“Yes, Ms. April,” he said. “Make me be bad.”

April felt herself slipping over the edge. She was ready for him now. She could scarcely control herself as she slipped off her panties. Her fingers fumbled at the knots she’d tied around his wrists and it seemed forever before he was free. Then she unlocked the cuffs on his wrists and lay down on the carpeted floor. “Come on, bad boy,” she said huskily. “Show me how naughty you can be.”

Mark slid off the cock ring and unlocked the scrotum stretcher himself. Free, his cock was ready to explode. He knelt between her legs and shoved his cock in deep. He lay down across her body, feeling her tits press against his chest as he pressed his lips to hers. Though he was excited, he took his time. The tables were turned as he was on top and in control. His cock slid in and out slowly, building the desire. He ran his hands over the girl’s firm young tits. She’d teased him with them and now they were his to fondle as much as he wanted.

As Mark settled into a steady rhythm, neither of the teens noticed that the sounds from upstairs had quieted. They were in their own world of pleasure, driven to the edge by the games of dominance and submission.

As the tingle grew to a burning desire, April moaned, “Fuck me, bad boy. Do it harder. Faster.” She wrapped her legs around Mark’s waist, trying to muscle him deeper.

Seeing April’s passion, Mark tried to maintain control with slow and easy strokes. He wanted to tease her. He wanted to make sure she remembered how good his cock felt inside her. But, he could feel his own orgasm approaching now. He picked up the pace without even thinking about it.

“Yeah, yeah,” said April. “That’s it. Do it faster. Fuck me, Mark, make me cum.” Her legs were wrapped around him and her hands were on his ass, driving him to a faster pace. “I’m almost there… oh, God, it feels so good.”

It was time to finish it, so Mark started ramming his cock in and out of April’s cunt as fast as he could. Under him he could feel April start to buck in orgasm, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she moaned incoherently. He pounded into her, feeling his own orgasm take him. His cock tensed inside her, filling her with cum as her tight pussy spasmed around him.

A few minutes later, the adults found April and Mark lying on the floor in each other’s arms. Both had big smiles on their faces from the wonderful experience. But, at the sight of the adults, the teens got up and got dressed.

Before she left, April pulled Kathy aside and asked her about Jessie. “Come on over next Saturday,” said Kathy. “Say around 1 in the afternoon.”

“You mean it?” asked April breathlessly. It sounded just too good to be true. Her stomach was doing flip flops just from the thought of it.

“Sure,” said Kathy. She’d had the day planned out, but the two mistresses sat down and made a new plan for the next day to include April in the fun.