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Subject: {ASSM} The Downward Spirol Chap 4 (by MOF)
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I suggest reading the first three chapters before tackling this one.
The story is Mmff, humil, spank, oral, incest and some other things that
I've forgotten to mention.
I'd like to thank my fans for their encouragement and support - both of
them.
Is this really how Hemingway got started?
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Chapter 4
by David Tancredi
Jill and I had what most people would consider an unusual
relationship. It began normal enough. We met, we dated and we
fell in love. But as the relationship developed our sex got
rougher. We talked about it and tried to determine what it meant
and what we desired. We experimented and tried different things
and a pattern began to develop. On occasion, not too often, I
would beat her. It was always consensual and it always involved
sex. It added a dimension to our relationship that we both
appreciated.
The beatings took many forms and always had limits. If Jill
thought I was exceeding her limits she knew that all she had to
do was say stop and I'd stop. She never said stop. I beat her
with a cane, a belt, a whip and a paddled. I beat almost all
parts of her body except above the neck. I had even belted her
palms and her soles. She yelled and cried and begged for mercy
and always wanted more. We both loved it. About eighty percent
of our sex was vanilla, no pain. The other twenty per cent was
best. We both agreed on that.
Most people wouldn't understand our relationship. They'd think
there was no respect or something like that but they'd be wrong.
I love Jill deeply and believe that she loves me every bit as
much. I love her brown hair that's short and always in her face
so that she has to continually brush it away from her eyes with
an irritated gesture. I love her brown eyes that express so much
when she looks at me and tear up when she's in pain but are
always trusting and loving. I love her pert breasts and brown
nipples. Her firm bottom that has dimples above each cheek. Her
long firm legs that are strong and supple but not thick. Her
complexion, which is clear and not too white and shows welts and
stripes to such advantage. But these are all physical things
that are part of the whole but only part. Her personality, sense
of humor, determination all are part of the mix that I love so
much. But in the end, the simple fact is that I love Jill.
We talked a lot about her two children, Megan and Eric. Their
father had died when they were young. Jill felt that they were
happy kids but lacked passion, although she could never explain
what she meant by that. One time I jokingly suggested that I
should beat them as I beat her. But instead of laughing she
looked at me with her serious brown eyes and said that maybe I
was right. After that Jill and I talked about it many times.
The discussions went down paths that I hadn't considered, paths
that I didn't even know existed, paths that I didn't think we'd
ever traverse in reality. How wrong I was. That summer Jill and
I learned that Megan and Eric had passions that Jill and I never
suspected. In fact, we all had passions that we never suspected.
As the summer progressed the question that kept wearing at my
brain was where was all this passion going to lead us. Where
would it end?
Two days before her children were due home from college for the
summer, Jill and I had one of our erotically painful (painfully
erotic?) sessions. I had thoroughly belted her and fucked her.
Her body was cover with welts that she was quite proud of.
The following day she called me and said that Megan had arrived
home a day early and had seen her welted body unclothed. Jill
told Megan that she was going shopping but called me instead and
asked me to talk to Megan. She said that now might be a good
time to find out if her daughter had any of that suspected
passion that we talked about. Eric was due home shortly and
maybe I could talk to him, also. I know that this all seems
unlikely but Jill truly thought that there were depths in her two
children that were not unlike her own depths.
I was afraid that if I discussed things with Megan that her
natural inhibitions would take over making it more difficult to
bring her true feelings to the surface. So I had decided to not
discuss things with her but to instead give her some commands.
Depending on how she responded, the commands would keep getting
more extreme. Megan would know that she could call things off
anytime she wished, but she never did. She progressed from
simple posture commands to stripping naked to suffering a pretty
severe caning. Jill was in the adjoining room listening to what
went on between us and at the same time looking out for Eric.
It was while I was finishing up Megan's caning that Eric walked
in and saw what we were doing. One look at the boy's face was
all that I needed to know that he would be as compliant as Megan.
I had Eric finish Megan's caning for me and I was afraid that
he'd break the cane over the poor girl's bottom. I was pretty
much playing things by ear by that time. Making them up as I
went along. In a stroke of brilliance, I had Megan kneel at
Eric's feet and undress him. He was so aroused that I was afraid
the top of his head would blow off. I had her point his penis
right into her own face and beat him off. It was comical. Her
face was covered with his semen. She took it like a trooper.
Jill came in during Eric's caning. She and Megan simply smiled
at each other like it was quite ordinary for Megan to be kneeling
on her knees with her face cover in cum. Jill stood against the
wall with her fingertips over her mouth and watched as I caned
her son. Megan delivered the last three strokes and, if
anything, they were more terrible than the licks Eric gave Megan.
When Eric's punishment was completed the four of us remained as
we were for a full ten minutes as he regained control of himself.
Megan knelt on the floor in a prescribed position of
supplication, Jill stood against the wall next to me and
alternately looked at her two children, and Eric lay across the
kitchen table, his whole body shaking as he sobbed.
Finally Jill went to comfort her son. He stood and the two of
them hugged each other in an embrace that quickly went from
maternal to erotic. Before Eric could blow his second wad all
over his mother I broke them up and sent Eric to his knees. Jill
sat at the Kitchen table. She was flushed with a dew of
perspiration on her upper lip. Eric and Megan were kneeling,
naked, side by side on the floor. They were sitting back on
their heels and their knees were spread, displaying their sex.
Megan's was wet and swollen and Eric's was erect. Their hands
were folded behind their heads thrusting their chests forward and
both of them had hard, erect nipples. Megan's were much more
obvious, of course. Also, Megan's face was still covered with
the cum that Eric had deposited there earlier. It was becoming
dry and crusty.
"It's time I set the ground rules," I told them. "The three of
you have indicated, either through your actions or your words,
that I am to be your master. I don't want this to be full time,
of course, but only when I require it. During these times you
will suffer pain and humiliation at my whim. For the sake of
brevity we shall say that you will be under SPH, that is
suffering pain and humiliation. When you are under SPH I will be
your master and you must do exactly as I order. Every time you
speak to me you will refer to me as Master David. Are we clear
so far?"
"Yes, Master David," the three of them responded in quiet
voices.
"There are two ways that you will know when you are under SPH," I
continued. "I shall simply tell you or I shall give you a sign.
The sign is this." I snapped my fingers and pointed to Megan.
"If Megan wasn't already under SPH, she'd immediately drop to her
knees and assume the position she's currently in and stay in that
position until I say otherwise. If I snap my finger, point to
you and then touch my shirt collar or some other part of my
clothing, that means you are to strip naked immediately. Are
there any question?"
No, Master David," they said in unison.
I continued with my instructions, which I was making up as I went
along. "When you are under SPH, everybody present who isn't
under SPH is also your master or mistress and you must address
them accordingly. If there is any question about whose orders to
follow mine are, of course, supreme. Bearing this in mind, right
now, only you, Eric and Megan, are under SPH and Jill is your
mistress and you must obey her."
Jill smiled slightly as I said this and said, "That'll be a
switch. Having them obey me."
Eric and Megan smiled in return.
"Any orders you might have?" I asked Jill.
"Yes," responded Jill with enthusiasm as she kicked her sandals
off. "Come over here and kiss my feet, Eric."
Jill was smiling broadly as Eric replied, "Yes, Mistress...," he
paused for a beat, probably trying to decide between 'Mistress
Mom' and 'Mistress Jill.' He said, "Mistress Jill."
The boy crawled to his mother and planted his lips on one of her
feet with a gentle smack and then kissed the other. He then
returned to his former position. I noticed that his penis, which
had become flaccid, was again beginning to rise.
"Your turn, Megan," said Jill, and Megan repeated the process.
Jill looked like she found the entire exercise quitesatisfying.
When Jill was through receiving her obsequious ministrations I
pointed toward her and snapped my finger and she dropped to her
knees and assumed a position identical to her children's only
with her clothes on. Megan and Eric watched with considerable
interest. Seeing their mother assume the same subservient
position that they were in seemed to fascinate them. I pointed
toward Jill a second time, snapped my fingers, and touched my
shirt collar. Jill began removing her clothes and her two
children became even more fascinated. Jill is a very attractive
woman and as she removed her clothes her children began to
appreciate the fact.
"Some more rules," I said once she was naked. "When you're under
SPH you don't walk unless given permission. You crawl. You're
never allowed to use the furniture unless you're given
permission. You remain on the floor. If you eat or drink, it
must be out of a bowl that's placed on the floor and you're not
allowed to use your hands. You eat and drink like a dog or a
cat. Is this clear?"
"Yes, Master David," they responded.
They were coming along, I thought to myself. They had accepted
my control and they were willing to suffer for me. I had broken
down a lot of their sexual inhibitions, including those
concerning incest. Before I released them from SPH though, I
wanted to press them a little further. To test them some more.
"Megan, kiss your mother," I ordered.
"Yes, Master David," she murmured, and crawled over to her mother
and gently kissed her on the lips. Jill held her position.
"You may break position, Jill, and I want to see some passion
this time. I want the two of you to respond to each other as if
you had no inhibitions whatsoever."
No inhibitions. Those were the magic words. The passion was
there and they both wanted to express it. Their lips met and
this time they remained together. I could see their tongues get
involved. Jill's one hand began caressing Megan's hair and her
other began sliding up and down the inside of her thigh, her
fingertips occasionally touching Megan's sex. One of Megan's
hands went to Jill's back and the other to her breast. The
petting and kissing grew more fervored.
"On your back, Jill," I commanded.
Jill obeyed and Megan slid down beside her as her hand searched
for and found Jill's sex. Jill was alternately kissing Megan
and licking the dried cum on her face. They were both becoming
more frenzied.
"Kneel between your mother's legs, Eric," I said. "Then you know
what to do."
Eric crawled between Jill's legs and lowered his face to her sex,
replacing Jill's hand with his mouth. Jill's feet were flat on
the floor with Eric between them. Her knees were bent. In
response to Eric's active tongue she was pumping her hips in the
ancient rhythm. Both her face and Megan's were covered with
saliva as they kissed and licked and sucked on each other. Jill
appeared to be intoxicated with the taste of Eric's semen as she
licked and sucked it from Megan's face. Megan was kneading
Jill's breast, first one and then the other, with a ferocity that
would have caused Jill pain if she wasn't distracted by her
mounting orgasm. The whole scene was augmented by the additional
colors created by the welts that covered Jill's body and the
brightly colored asses of Eric and Megan.
Jill's hand shot to the back of Eric's head and gripped a fistful
of hair forcing his face hard into her cunt. Her ass raised six
inches off the floor and remained there as every muscle in her
legs tightened like stretched rope. Her toes curled and she
grunted, " argh, argh, argh,...," with the same rhythm as Eric's
tongue. Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen. She collapsed to the
floor and melted into it. She pulled Eric's face back a bit but
held him between her legs as he continued to lick her nether lips
and the inside of her thighs. Megan's face had moved to Jill's
breasts and she was gently kissing and licking Jill's nipples as
her hand caressed Jill's face, smoothing her hair away from it.
While this was happening I had removed my clothes and was sitting
on one of the kitchen chairs, waiting for the climax to climax.
After Jill's breathing had returned to normal I snapped my
fingers and pointed toward Megan who returned to the required
kneeling position. Her face shined with a mixture of Jill's
saliva, her own saliva and Eric's semen. Her body glistened with
perspiration and her sex was moist with arousal. She stared at
my naked body as if she wanted to devour it. But it wasn't her
turn, yet. It was time for Eric to learn something more about
himself.
I snapped my fingers in his direction and then pointed between my
legs. He paused a second but resignedly crawled to my feet and
knelt. I gripped him by the hair and guided his face, which was
wet and sticky with his mother's juices and his own saliva, to my
erection and said, "Your busy little mouth isn't done yet, Eric.
It's time to try something new and I sincerely hope, for your
sake, that you show some enthusiasm."
His penis, which became hard while he was servicing his mother,
remained hard as he contemplated my penis. Evidently,
anticipating a homosexual experience hadn't dampened his arousal.
He raised one hand to my testicles and held them gently. He
placed his other hand on my thigh and began caressing it. Then
he tentatively lowered his lips to my penis and placed them
around the head. He caressed the head with his lips and tongue,
getting the feel and taste of me. Be began stroking the shaft
with his mouth and I could tell that he was finding the
experience sexually stimulating. He looked up into my eyes as if
asking for confirmation. Was he doing it right? Did I find it
pleasing? Then his consciousness dissolved and he became one
with the sex act. He stroked and kissed and licked while all the
time caressing my testicles and my slippery penis with his hands.
I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and shot my semen into has
mouth. He drank and swallowed it.
I released his hair, snapped my fingers and pointed to a spot
beside Megan. He crawled to his sister and assumed the same
position as her, his penis still hard. The pair of them
displayed rampant sexuality. I could smell their arousal. I
simply said, "I want you two to fuck. Now. Anyway you desire.
Just fuck."
And they did. I stood, took Jill by the hand, and the two of us
sat on a love seat in the family room. There's no wall between
the two rooms and from the comfort of our sofa we watched Megan
and Eric fuck. Megan lay on her back and Eric got on top and
drove into her. I don't believe they lasted five minutes before
they both exploded in simultaneous orgasms.
They collapsed and lay cuddled next to each other, Eric's head on
Megan's chest. Jill and I sat on the sofa, our arms around each
other and her head was on my chest. It was a peaceful scene. I
wondered idly how this strange relationship would progress.
Where were the four of us going?
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