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Subject: {ASSM} Dominated By My Son -  Chapter 5 - My First Slave Sister (6/8) (inc, m/F, mDom, S and M)
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Victor nodded at her reply then looked to the other boys, raising an
eyebrow was all it took for Ray and Adam to move to Helen's side.
Taking her arms they guided her to the end wall, the same wall I had
been tied to when the boys had dominated me, turning Helen they backed
her to the wall and raised her hands upwards. John and Ian stepped
forward to tie Helen's hands to a pair of the rings, because of her
small size Helen had to stand on tiptoe for them to get her tied to
the rings by her wrists. Ian and Adam moved away from her while Ray
and John pulled Helen's legs apart and tied them to a pair of lower
rings, now all her weight was being born by her arms. The boys moved
away from her and it was only then that I noticed Paul moving around
the room with the video cam in his hands, a rush of excitement ran
through me at the thought that Helen would later be able to watch what
the Dominators had done to her on her first night as their slave.

Victor had me move over to Helen and stand a short distance from her
side, I had no idea what they were going to do to Helen, but I already
wished I was tied along side her to receive the same. I swear that the
boys had not met to pre-plan the events of Helen's induction, yet they
moved as though each of them knew his role in the proceedings. Victor
held out a hand and Alan put a pair of nipple clamps in it, while
Victor attached and tightened the clamps on Helen's nipples John let
down a cord from a pulley in the ceiling, the cord had a clip on it
and Victor attached the clip to a chain that ran between the clamps.
Holding his hand palm upwards Victor signalled that the cord should be
raised, just watching as Helen's nipples and boobs were stretched
upwards had my pussy gushing and the breathe rasping in my chest, as
for Helen she groaned then shook in climax as the cord was raised
higher and higher. Turning his hand Victor signalled that John should
tie off the cord at the point it had reached, moving closer to Helen
Victor held out his hand again and I could not hold back a gasp of
surprise when I saw Ian hand him a cat o' nine tails. Helen's eyes
went wide as she saw Victor take the cat, but it was not fear I saw in
her eyes it was sheer excitement, even before my son had moved to use
the cat Helen was climaxing again.

"Oh God, yes master, yes!" she breathed as Victor ran the thongs over
her skin.

With a flick of his wrist Victor snapped the cat's tails across
Helen's stretched tits striking her just under the nipple clamps, she
cried out in both pain and pleasure as light red lines appeared across
her skin then began to fade again. Three more times Victor struck
Helen across her boobs, on the last strike Helen screamed into an
orgasm that almost ripped her nipples out of the clamps. My son paused
to let Helen calm a little, then he struck again; this time he flicked
the tails upwards under her body to let them hit the full length of
her pussy. Not only did Helen scream into another orgasm I groaned as
one washed over me.

When my pleasure haze faded I saw that my son had handed the cat to
one of the others and one after the other the boys each struck Helen
three times across the tits and once along the length of her pussy. By
the time the last boy had finished Helen was shaking constantly in
orgasm, tears of pain and exhilaration flowed down her cheeks while
her voice filled the room. I had never in my wildest dreams imagined
that watching a fellow female being whipped could excite me so much,
but I was climaxing right along with Helen, something my son noticed
with a wry smile. While the other boys released Helen from her bonds
Victor signalled me to come to him, my heart started racing when I saw
the cat in his hand.

"Stand with your back against the wall." He commanded me in a low
voice.

I moved to obey, shivering as the wood panelling of the wall touched
my back, I knew what was coming and I was almost climaxing in
anticipation.

"Take hold of the rings and spread your legs wide." Victor ordered.

I did as instructed, stretching my legs as far apart as I could until
I was holding myself up by my grasp of the rings above me. Smiling
Victor ran the tails of the cat over my body raising goosebumps of
excitement on my skin as they passed, I could feel myself trembling in
anticipation of the moment he would flick the tails across my skin.
Then his wrist seemed to give a lazy flick and the tails struck across
my breasts in a band of pain that covered my nipples and the flesh
above and below them. Even as I screamed in pain my body shot into an
orgasm that had me shaking violently, my hands tightening on the rings
I was gripping. The tails lashed across my breasts again sending my
orgasmic bliss to an even higher plane as I cried out my
pain/pleasure, a third time they struck across my boobs and I thought
I could not get any higher in my ecstasy. Oh how wrong I was! My pussy
exploded with sensations of pain and rapture as the tails lashed along
the full length of it, hitting my outer and inner lips, touching on my
clit and oozing hole and even flicking up under me to strike my anus
and buttocks. Everything faded as pure sensations of joy ran through
me, god alone knows how, but even in my almost hysteria driven orgasm
I managed to keep my hold on the rings, though I hung from them almost
limply.

Some minutes later I opened my eyes and looked at my son, he smiled
and commanded me to let go of the rings and come to his side. Still
trembling with climax aftershocks I did as ordered and it was only
then that I noticed that while Victor had been satisfying me the other
boys had been preparing Helen for her next pleasurable ordeal. I
remembered the feeling of helplessness I had experienced when I had
been in the position Helen was now in, strapped and suspended from the
ceiling, her body swaying gently as she breathed. Unlike me Helen was
fixed in a face down position, her hair hanging around her face as she
waited for whatever was to come. Her son moved around her with the
camera zooming in to get close shots of her face and her pussy as she
dangled helplessly, then he moved back to her face and held it centre
frame in a close zoom shot.

Once again it was Victor that was to commence this phase of events,
someone had handed him what looked like a leather strap and with this
in his hands he stepped between Helen's widespread legs. I saw Helen
shiver as my son ran the strap over her buttocks and across her pussy,
he took a step back, his hand raised then fell and the strap slashed
across Helen's left buttock with a loud crack. Helen took a sobbing
breathe in then let it out in a shriek of pain that made me wince, but
even as her cry pierced the air her body erupted into an orgasm. Paul
zooming in and out caught every expression of pain and bliss that
crossed his mother's face, then, as she calmed a little from her
climax, he moved back and zoomed out so that he could not only catch
her face on the next stroke of the strap, but the strap moving to
strike her quivering flesh. The crack of the strap striking her right
buttock made me jump and Helen scream into another climax, I felt
myself rising to join her in a climax as my son moved his hand a third
time. This time the strap struck along Helen's pussy and her cry was
almost deafening, I felt my senses fading as an orgasm rushed over me,
but I could hear Helen's voice pleading for more. Victor stepped aside
to let the next boy take his place, each boy used the strap on her
three times in a rhythm of left cheek, right cheek, pussy that had
Helen screaming and bouncing in her bonds as she climaxed over and
over. In the end she fainted dead away with a final scream, her senses
overwhelmed by the pleasure she was receiving from her torment.

Paul turned off the camera after taking a few minutes worth of his
mother dangling lifeless in her bonds then looked to Victor with a
wide grin. I could see that he looked proud of his mother taking all
the punishment dished out and coming back for even more and I wondered
if Victor had shown the same look of pride when I went through my
first night, I'd been a little too busy at the time to notice. All the
boys gathered together with me trailing a step behind my son, he
checked on Helen then left her to recover in her own time. It was
getting close to seven thirty in the evening, three hours had passed
and all the boys had to head for home shortly after nine. It was a
strange feeling being owned by a group of males that had home curfew
hours and school to attend during the week, who were too young to go
into pubs or even buy drink in shops, were too young to drive yet who
could drive women wild with excitement, leastwise this woman and I
suspected that Helen would agree with me 100 percent, once she woke up
that is.

While we waited for Helen to recover I found myself back to being the
centre of attention, though they teased me with hands, fingers and
mouth I noted that none of them actually gave me what I really needed
at that point, a good hard cock in any and every orifice of my body.
Still they did damned well in the satisfaction stakes for all that,
moments after they began touching my body I was either rising to
climax, climaxing or easing out of climax to hit another almost
immediately. I had reached the stage of begging for one of them to
fuck me when Helen finally stirred in her bonds, she groaned then
tried to move and only succeeded in setting herself swinging. Paul was
already filming her gradual return to awareness and was ready with a
fresh tape to capture forever what was to come next. I knew that seven
of the boys would be fucking her every orifice non-stop either in
pairs or singly until they either ran out of energy or out of time.

Helen's head raised and the first thing she saw were seven naked
teenagers sporting erections, all of which were pointing at her. I saw
her eyes gleaming and her tongue flick across her lips as she waited
for the first of them to take her. Only it wouldn't be that simple, as
I had discovered. The boys moved around her, reaching out they stroked
her body front and back, giving the odd gentle smack to a buttock or
boob, tugging at her nipples, probing and squeezing her pussy until
Helen sobbed with enjoyment. Only then did the first of them move to
pierce her body with his prick, it was no surprise to see my son
stepping up take Helen for the first time, I knew that they would all
follow in Victor's cock-print one after the other in a constant stream
of stimulation. I watched as my son thrust into Helen's pussy in one
hard motion, then he was fucking her hard and heavy, his groin
grinding onto her pussy lips and crushing them between their bodies.
And Helen loved it! She writhed and squirmed, shook and shuddered as
she tried to swing her body in its bonds to add even more power to
Victor's thrusts. In minutes she was climaxing yet again and my son
really picked up the pace then, grabbing her thighs to hold her still
for his thrusts, he fucked her brutally through orgasm after orgasm
before finally grinding into her and shooting his seed deep into her
body.

After a few more thrusts Victor moved away from Helen and let the next
boy take his place, as Helen started to writhe and groan again my son
come to stand by my side.

"You'll have to be patient mother," he said softly while grinning
"it's Helen's night tonight."

"I know," I whispered back "but god do I need a cock in my pussy!"

"A good slave waits until her master wishes to fuck her." He replied
in a firm tone.

"I'm sorry master." I said quickly as I realised I'd taken a liberty
in speaking so.

Eventually all the boys had fucked Helen in the pussy and Victor moved
back to her to take her again, this time in the mouth. I knew how
large my son's cock was and had managed to deep-throat him, but I
could see no way for the petite Helen to do the same to my son, or
indeed to even the smallest of the other boys. Smiling as the
excitement started to rise in me again I watched Victor present his
cock to Helen's mouth, she smiled as he came closer to her then her
eyes widened when she realised the sheer size of him. Opening her
mouth she licked his cock from tip to base covering every part of it
with her saliva, then she took the head of his cock n her mouth and
sucked it for a few moments. My jaw dropped when Helen suddenly pushed
her head down and took every inch of my son's cock into her mouth and
throat in one go. I heard her gurgle happily around his erection as he
began to fuck her mouth, using it as he had already used her pussy and
she moved with him almost doubling the power of his thrusts by her own
answering thrusts of her head! After an age I saw Victor thrust into
her mouth, take hold of the back of her head and hold it tight to his
groin. Helen gave a muffled groan as her body started to shake in
climax yet again, then I saw her throat muscles moving furiously and I
knew that my son was shooting his load into Helen.

She was given no time at all to recover, nor did she seem to want to
pause, no sooner had my son moved away from her than Len took his
place. Paul hovered around the action videoing the whole thing from
every angle and using zooms to get all the detail of the violation of
his mother's mouth, just as he'd got every glorious moment of her
pussy being fucked. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Victor speaking
with Ian who grinned and nodded in reply. Eventually I found out what
Victor had told Ian to do, he was the last to take Helen in the mouth
and as he felt his climax hitting him Ian pulled his already spurting
cock from her mouth and shot his juices over her face. To his side I
could see Paul beaming as he caught every drop of white semen hitting
his mother's face.

Then I noticed my son again, he was covering his cock with a lubricant
and I knew just where Helen was going to get fucked next! A few
moments later Helen was as wise as I was, as she felt my son pushing
his cock at her anus she gave a sobbing gasp and climaxed again. Her
climax must have tightened her anus because Victor paused a moment
until Helen began to descend from the heights of pleasure, and then he
was pushing at her again. At first it seemed his large size and her
small size would make it impossible for him to enter her arse, but he
persisted and finally succeeded. It was as though her anus had
suddenly given up the struggle because he went into her so hard and
fast that I clearly heard the slap of their bodies meeting. Helen gave
a hoarse cry then bucked into an orgasm that almost made her faint
again, and she stayed at that orgasmic peak all the while my son took
her in the arse! There were moments when I was sure Victor was fucking
an unconscious woman, but then she would writhe, buck, and cry out
again, although her cries were becoming weaker and weaker. Then, at
long last, Victor pushed in hard and stayed motionless, I heard him
give a low moan of pleasure as he filled Helen's back passage with his
juices. After a few more thrusts my son moved away from the fast
tiring woman and let the next boy take his place.

"We'll just get through this round before the lads will need to get
moving towards home." Victor sighed as he came to stand at my side.

"I guess the gang-bang will just have to wait until next time then." I
grinned.

"Yeah," he laughed swatting me on the backside with his hand "and
perhaps we'll make it a double bang. How does that sound my little
whore?"

"Delicious Master!" I responded with a grin.

As Victor had predicted time ran out, the last of them fucked her in
the arse then they lowered her shuddering body to the ground, released
her from her bonds and rushed to get their clothes on to get going to
their homes. Soon only Victor and Paul remained, Paul put the camera
away and Victor instructed me to help Helen to clean up then to join
he and Paul in the lounge.

Helen certainly needed my help, her legs just wouldn't support her and
I could feel her body still shaking as I almost carried her upstairs
to my bathroom. In the shower I had to both hold her up and clean her
body, it was surprisingly sensuous to wash her boobs and pussy, to
pass my soapy hands over her whole body and even to push soapy fingers
into her pussy to clean her out, which made Helen groan and climax yet
again. Even drying her body was exciting and I wondered for the first
time what it would be like to make it with a woman. Cleaned, dried and
slightly stronger Helen let me help her downstairs to join our sons,
both boys smiled as we enter the room, Victor had prepared drinks for
us and the way Helen quaffed hers in one go told me she had really
needed it.

For a while there was a relaxed silence, but even in this relaxed
atmosphere I felt excitement starting to mount in me again as I
anticipated what Victor would do with and to me when we were at last
alone. Beside me on the sofa Helen gave a sigh that drew my eyes to
her, I was still amazed at the amount of punishment this small woman
had taken and still kept on begging for more! She saw me looking at
her and smiled at me, I smiled back then turned my attention back to
the two boys sitting opposite us in their armchairs.

"So," Victor smiled at Helen "did you enjoy your induction?"

"Lord yes!" Helen laughed, "I can't believe that a group of teenagers
could satisfy me so fully. None of the supposed mature Doms in my past
could ever make me feel the way I do you with you boys! Though I don't
think I could take many sessions like to today's."

"Mum," Paul laughed, "you are amazing!"

"I'll second that!" I added.

"Well you may be relieved to know that" Victor laughed "you won't have
that level of attention to contend with.... often."

His little addition made us all laugh.

"Anyway," Paul grinned at his mother "you aren't done for tonight."

"Oh dear," Helen sighed with a broad smile "oh well, how do you want
me Master?"

"I want you just as the others had you." Paul responded standing up.

"Time to return to the clubroom." Victor laughed rising to his feet.

Helen stood up with a surprised yet eager look on her face, I rose to
my feet as well, excited at the prospect of watching Paul take his
mother yet disappointed that I would have to wait for my son to fuck
me. I really should have known better. With Helen and myself in the
lead we made our way back to the clubroom where Paul took Helen to the
rear wall, I lost track of Victor for a few moments as I moved to
stand near Paul and Helen. I jumped in surprise when Victor came up
behind me and stroked my backside, he moved to Helen and together the
two boys tied her to the rings just as she had been earlier. Next came
the nipple clamps, once again I felt excited by the sight if Helen's
boobs and nipples being stretched upwards as Victor pulled the cords
upwards. When her boobs were stretched to the same point as earlier
Paul looked at his mother's face, raised his hand and turned it palm
upwards. His mother's eyes went wide with surprise, excitement and
pain as my son pulled the cords even higher in slow stages, Paul kept
his palm upwards until his mother suddenly let out a groaning cry. I
could barely believe what I was seeing, Helen must have been in agony
and her cry certainly indicated pain, but at the same time she was
juddering in orgasm! Paul turned his palm down and my son tied off the
cords in that position, I was expecting Victor to give the cat o' nine
tails to Paul and for Paul to whip his mother's tits, but I was in for
a major surprise.

"Assume the position." Victor suddenly commanded me.

A thrill of fear and exhilaration ran through me as I moved to obey
his command, the wall felt cool against my back as I leant against it
and held my hands up so they could be tied to the rings. Victor did
indeed tie my hands to rings, but a set higher than the ones I could
comfortably reach, I found myself on tiptoe just as Helen had been. I
knew what was to come next and spread my legs apart as wide as I
could, most of my weight going onto my wrists as I tottered on my
toes. Then all my weight was on my tied wrists as Paul and Victor
spread my legs even wider and tied them in place to another set of
rings. My position now almost echoed that of Helen's, all I was
missing were the nipple clamps and the cords to stretch my boobs.

I gasped in surprised excitement when Victor produced another set of
clamps, my gasp became a groan when he fixed the clamps to my boobs
and tightened them down hard. I blinked back tears of pain then stared
wide eyed as a second set of cords dropped from the ceiling, Victor
attached them to the chain on my clamps and raised his hand, palm
upwards, with his eyes fixed on my face. In moments my boobs were
being stretched, I could feel my nipples elongating as they were
pulled upwards by the clamps. The pain grew and grew the more my boobs
were stretched, but at the same time I felt waves of pleasure run
through me. When Helen had climaxed through her agony I had stared at
her in disbelief and here I was rushing to a climax for exactly the
same reason! Then my climax hit and I thought the shaking of my body
would tear my nipples off! My cries of pained joy rang around the room
to join Helen's as she climaxed again.

At last my body began to calm a little, I managed to focus my eyes and
through my tears looked at my son, once again my eyes flew wide in
surprise when I saw the cat in his hands. I glanced across at Paul
only to see him holding an identical cat o' nine tails, my eyes
flicked back to my son as I felt the tails being run over my skin,
sending me into another climax. When I could focus again I saw Victor
looking at me, he raised his hand and I trembled in anticipation of
being lashed. His wrist seemed to just flick and a band of pain ran
across my chest covering my boobs from the clamps to my ribs, I
screamed with mixed pain and pleasure. I was vaguely aware of Helen
screaming beside me, but my senses were too centred on the sensations
I was receiving to make more than a vague note of her cries. A climax
ran through me and I was in mid-orgasm when the sting of the tails
burst on my tits again pushing me to an even higher peak. It felt as
though I was having an orgasm while still climaxing and when the pain
of the tails striking again ran through me I thought I was going to
die with the bliss of the new level my orgasm shot to!

Goodness knows how long I hung there shaking and crying out, but
gradually my senses returned, only to have them fade again when I felt
the sting of the tails hitting my boobs again. In all Victor lashed my
boobs nine times, dimly I heard Helen echoing my screams. Once again I
began to come down from the heights of bliss, raising my head, which I
hadn't even realised I'd let drop; I looked at my son through tear
blurred eyes. Barely had it registered with me that his hand had moved
to a different position than I felt my pussy explode with agony and
ecstasy as the cat tails struck the full length of my wide open slit!
Sobbing, panting and screaming I erupted into an orgasm that had me
hovering on the edge of a faint, god how my son knew me, precisely as
the peak of the orgasm began to fade and I started to come back to my
senses I felt the stinging pain of the cat tails strike my pussy
again. Yet again I surged into orgasmic excess, this time I think I
crossed the brink because everything seemed to fade out for a moment.
Barely had I started down from that high when I shot upwards again as
my son whipped my pussy for a third time. This time I know I fainted
because when my senses returned somewhat I found myself dangling
limply in my bonds.

A short while later I felt the pressure on one of my ankles ease
closely followed by the other being freed, not that it made a lot of
difference, my legs were trembling so much that they would not support
me. My breasts, nipples and pussy burned with the afterglow of being
whipped and that burning sensation started to push me back up the
slopes of pleasure again. As though from a distance I could hear
myself sobbing and weeping, it was a double sound as though it were
being echoed back at me which puzzled my befuddle mind until I realise
my sounds were being echoed by Helen. I became aware of the pressure
on my nipples easing and it got through to me that the clamps were
being undone, then my nipples were free and I groaned as my boobs
dropped back into place. The next thing I was aware of was one of my
wrists being freed; it fell from the ring and landed on a shoulder.
Opening my eyes I hazily saw my son reaching up to release my other
wrist, when it was freed I almost sagged to the ground, had it not
been for Victor literally holding me up I would have collapsed.

Gradually some of my strength returned and I raised my head enough to
look across to Helen, she was also freed and her son was supporting
her as he guided her across the room. I realised that Victor was also
guiding, more carrying me, in the same direction, I saw Paul lie his
mother down on the floor on her back. Then I felt myself being lowered
near her, I was glad to lie down, it allowed me to enjoy the thrills
of excitement that were running through my body almost continually
without having to worry about falling down. Closing my eyes I let
myself drift with the waves of pleasure that rose and fell within me,
even when I felt my wrists and upper arms enclosed in a cool strap I
didn't open my eyes. Strong hands rolled me over and I felt the
coolness of a strap, under my tits and one just below my waist, then I
felt straps tighten around my thighs and ankles. Suddenly it sank into
me what was happening, with a strained cry I opened my eyes as I felt
myself rise into the air, the straps pressing tightly on my skin as
they bore my full weight. The thigh and ankle straps not only rose
upwards they pulled sideways and I eventually found myself dangling at
waist height with my pussy and arse fully exposed between my
widespread legs. Moving my head weakly I saw Helen in the same
position beside me.

Something slid across my back, over my buttocks and across my pussy,
remembering what had happened to Helen earlier I knew that my son was
running the strap or one like it over my body prior to beating me with
it. Shivering with nervous anticipation I steeled myself for the first
blow, even prepared for it I did not expect to feel such pained bliss
when that strap slashed across my left buttock then across my right
one and when it crashed along my slit I screeched in agony and ecstasy
before fainting dead away.

With a groan I came back to my senses, my whole body on fire with
painful rapture that would have sent me into another orgasm by itself,
but it was assisted by the strap running through it's cycle of left
cheek, right cheek, pussy for a second time. This time when I returned
t my senses I was still climaxing, my whole body jerking and bouncing
in it's restraints. For a third time I screamed into an orgasmic faint
as my pussy exploded from the slap of the strap hitting it. On this
occasion I came round to feel hands running over my body, massaging my
pained and burning flesh which eased the pain but increased my
pleasure even more. Weakly I turned my head and my eyes met Helen's,
her face was tear streaked as I knew my own must be, her eyes red from
crying and sobs still escaped her lips as they did my own, yet she
looked as ecstatic as I felt. For a brief moment I wondered if my own
joy showed through as clearly to her as hers did to me.

Suddenly I saw her eyes go wide then half close as she gave a groan of
sheer delight, I saw her sway forward then back, forward then back in
a slow rhythm. For a moment I was at a loss as to what was causing her
to swing and show such pleasure, but I soon found out when I felt my
son's cock surge into my pussy. Soon I was swinging and glowing with
pleasure as my son fucked me hard, then his hands grasped my waist
holding me still to receive the full force of his strokes and I shot
into an orgasm mere moments later, my head thrashing as I cried out my
sheer joy. Mid-climax I felt Victor push deep into me, his cock seemed
to swell then jerk and the sudden rush of heat as he filled me with
his seed pushed me over the edge into a faint.

Coming to the first thing I saw was a semi-erect cock, I knew what my
son wanted and opened my mouth to take him into me. He pushed in
without pausing, his cock first digging at, and then sinking into my
throat while I did my best to suck and lick at his flesh. With my lips
pressed to his groin my son paused, in my mouth and throat I could
feel his prick swelling up to full erection and once this was achieved
Victor began moving in my mouth, fucking it as though it were my
pussy. On and on he pounded, the whole situation exciting me to the
point of climax yet again and I gurgled my orgasmic joy around his
hard cock I felt it swell and a hot stream of juices shoot deep into
my throat. Even after his climax had passed Victor kept his cock in my
mouth, sliding it forcefully in and out, to my amazement he barely
softened and after a few more minutes he pulled his cock out of my
mouth.

He moved out of my range of vision and a moment later I felt his body
brush my lewdly spread thighs, then his cock was pressing at my anus,
it felt slick so I knew that somehow he had lubricated his hard rod. I
felt him push at my anus and suddenly he was in me to the hilt, I
screamed at the pain of his entry then screamed with pleasure as he
began to fuck my arse with hard strokes that slapped our bodies
together. Almost immediately I was in climax, my whole body bucking
and shaking as I filled the room with my orgasmic cries, cries that I
heard Helen voicing too. He seemed to go on forever and I felt my
senses being driven from my by the power of the ecstatic sensations
running though me, I hovered on the edge of consciousness until my son
pushed deep into me again and the heat of his flowing juices filled my
back passage. With a shriek I hit a new height of pleasure and fainted
away.

This time when I came to it was to the feel of cool sheets on and
under me, my body felt as though it had been cleaned, but I still felt
the faint burning of the areas that had been whipped. Opening my eyes
I saw I was in bed, just then Victor walked into the room, he came
over to me with a smile on his lips. Joining me in the bed he took one
of my hands in his and reached out to stroke my cheek with the other.

"Are you alright mother?" he asked in a low voice.

"I feel so satisfied I could sleep for a week." I smiled up at him "I
loved every moment of it and I can't believe that I did, the thought
of pain has never appealed to me before now."

He laughed, leant forward and kissed me tenderly on the lips.

"Sleep now mother," he smiled "you deserve it."

"Have I been a good whore and slave?" I asked sleepily.

"The best of whores," he replied softly as I drifted off to sleep "and
the best of little slaves."

I woke very late the next day, though that was hardly surprising. What
did surprise me was that I did not feel as sore as I had expected I
would, even more surprising was that I could find no marks on my boobs
or pussy, I almost thought it had all been a dream. Yet I knew it had
been no dream, a dream couldn't have been so delicious! After a warm,
slow shower I dressed in blouse, skirt, stockings and high heels, made
up my face and went downstairs to the kitchen. Victor was already
there, he smiled as I entered and held out a mug of coffee to me,
which I took gratefully.

"So how's my favourite whore this morning?" he asked with a grin.

"I feel great," I grinned back "last night was incredible!"

"It was rather fun." he laughed, "Helen is a surprising woman.... and
so are you come to that."

"I am a bit puzzled though Victor," I said "you whipped me with that
cat o' nine tails, I saw you do it, I felt you do it! Yet this morning
I can't find any cuts, bruises or marks."

"That's easy," he laughed "the cats I got for the club are special
ones, they are made of a softish material that stings almost like a
real leather tail would but doesn't damage the skin. Mind you Helen
wants us to use a real leather cat on her at some point, she says
she'll even provide the cat. Can you believe that?"

"After what I saw of Helen last night I could well believe it." I
laughed.

We fell silent as I drank my coffee and he sipped at some orange
juice. It was a strange feeling sitting there like a normal mother and
son yet knowing that he was my master, that he could order me to do
anything and I would do it. Even the way I was dressed was to his
orders, mind you it felt so sensual to be without bra or panties and
so exciting knowing I was subject to sexual assault at any moment.

"Would you like to try it?" he asked suddenly cutting across my
thoughts.

"Pardon?" I replied totally puzzled.

"What we were talking about earlier; being whipped with a real cat."
He said softly.

As soon as he explained I felt my pussy gush with juices, I could not
believe that the idea of being whipped till I bled could turn me on
so. I almost wished that he would produce a real cat and do it to me
right there over the kitchen table.

"I can see the answer is yes." Victor grinned looking at my chest.

Looking down I saw my nipples pushing at the material of the blouse;
they displayed my arousal for the entire world to see. Raising my eyes
I looked at Victor and grinned, he laughed then pointed to my blouse,
there was no need for him to speak, I knew he wanted me to take my
blouse off. As I dropped the blouse to the floor a few moments later
he pointed at my skirt, rising I took it off then stood waiting for
his pleasure.

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