TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Copyright © MARCH 2000 By C.D.E.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit.  This 
story may be freely distributed for personal use with this notice 
attached.

All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely 
Fictional.  There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To 
Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content Codes:(M+/F, MM, MF, Inter, FemDom, Fem, MDom)

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR 
DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING 
SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, 
PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED 
BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR 
WIVES' MALE LOVERS.

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE


AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This tale is for many of my readers who have 
suggested I do more FemDom/Feminization oriented tales.  When I 
first started writing erotic pieces for my own consumption – long 
before the birth of the internet – I wrote such tales like the one 
below.  Many I also had transcribed from my type written pages to 
my new PC word processor in the early 80's. This story is one of 
several that I thought was lost.  This tale is quite old.  As with 
this one, if I release more of these old FemDom/Feminization 
tales, I will include "(FD/F)" in the title so readers will be 
able to distinguish them from my primarily cuckold theme works (if 
FemDom/Fem is not their cup of tea). As always, your comments are 
welcomed.  This is my second release in this series.  The first was 
"Husbanette (FD/F-1)".



STORY: THE JUDGEMENT (FD/F-2)
AUTHOR: C.D.E.

ABSTRACT:  A cunning and very dominant wife not only severly 
subjugates her wimp husband, but his passive mother as well.



CAST:
BRENDAN/BRENDA THOMAS: WIMP/SISSY HUSBAND
ROSE THOMAS: WIFE
BRENDAN'S MOTHER: ANN THOMAS
JUDGE: MS. BURNBOTTOM
BLACK STUD: RUFUS WILLIS
STATE DICIPLINARIAN: MS. BURNMAN

	 
	

					CHAPTER 1

	As Brendan sat in the court awaiting the judge, little did 
he know his wife, her sister, and his mother-in-law were 
conspiring to affect an elaborate hoax upon him and his mother to 
ensure his wife's utter and complete domination of him.

	The entire proceedings looked so official.  The only thing 
that initially concerned he and his grieving mom was why the 
court was held at midnight.  But that concern went away as soon 
as the charge was read against Brendan - Attempted Assault.

	Brendan's family attorney was in the confidence, and pay, of 
Brendan's wife.  The $5,000 she gave him was more than enough to 
get him to go along with his wife's cunning scheme.  Her having 
slept with him also contributed to influencing him too.

	Brendan admitted to the court that he told one of his wife's 
black lovers, when he caught them in the bed, `I could kill both 
of you, I'm so mad.'

	Unfortunately for Brendan, his wife corroborated her black 
lover's charge.  

	Both Brendan and his very naive mother wondered why they 
were brought in the back service entrance to the courtroom, which 
looked like it hadn't been used in a long time, which it hadn't.  
It had been sealed off and was scheduled to be converted to a 
storage room.  When one of Brendan's wife's black boyfriends told 
her of this, the idea of a fake trial to put her timid husband in 
her power was born.

	Brendan's lawyer pleaded with the fake Judge Burnbottom to 
have mercy on his client as he pleaded him guilty and threw his 
fate on the mercy of the court.

	"Well Brendan, you've got your self in a pretty mess, all 
because you couldn't control your temper.  Are you sorry for the 
way you acted?

	"Yes ... Yes ma'am."  He replied, voice quivering.

	"You should be.  From the testimony, Mr. Willis was seeing 
to the sexual satisfaction of your wife, something you haven't 
been doing too well.  He was actually doing you a favor and you 
threatened to kill him.  Well the penalty for a serious crime of 
that nature, even with a heat of passion plea is 7 to 10 years.  
Do you think you could survive that length of time with hardened 
criminals?"

	Both Brendan and his mother broke down sobbing, neither 
unable to reply clearly.

	"That's okay.  I understand.  I think some other alternative 
form of punishment is sufficient for you considering you've never 
been charged with an offense before.  This is my judgement.  You 
are to be on probation for 7 years.  Doing that time, you will be 
released in the custody of your wife.  You will be under her 
authority and are expected to atone for your rude life 
threatening behavior by explicitly obeying her.  In addition, you 
are to receive a sound whipping, for the crime for which you are 
charged, twice monthly for the duration of your probation period.  
Your wife is authorized to administer the same, or designate 
someone for that purpose.  The court will designate the severity 
of your flogging as well as the instruments to be used.  Each 
event is to be videotaped and provided directly to me.  After 
reviewing each one, I will inform your wife of the length and 
severity of the next punishment session.  The first session will 
take place in one week, at which time your wife is directed to 
use a folded thin electrical extension cord, and to lash you 20 
times, with all her strength, with no more than 5 seconds rest 
between strikes."

	At hearing this bittersweet news, Brendan stopped crying but 
the look of shock on his face told the terror he felt.  His wife 
had used the cord on him before.  He knew the pain she could 
inflict.  He mentally sighed as his mother whispered in his ear.

	"Baby, it'll hurt, but it's better than jail."

	The judge continued.

	"In addition Brendan, for compensation, Mr. Willis is 
granted free room and board at your house for as long as your 
wife desires him there or until your 7 year period of your 
probation is up.  I warn you Brendan, any corroborated complaints 
about your behavior towards your wife, her friends, Mr. Willis, 
or his visitors to your house will result in the court 
terminating your probation and transferring you to the state 
penitentiary for the remainder of your probation time, but not 
less than 5 years.  Rose Thomas, I expect you to do your duty in 
modifying the criminal behavior of your husband.  If not, this 
court will find someone who can.  This court is adjourned."

				CHAPTER 2	

	"Excuse me Mistress Rose, you said you wanted to see these 
as soon as they were ready.  Do they meet with your approval?"  
Spoke Brendan's mom meekly as she held up two more ornate lacy 
maid's uniforms she and her son had completed sewing during the 
night.
		
	"Why Ann, I believe you and Brenda have outdone yourselves. 
How much did he do?"

	Brendan mother beamed as she explained her son's 
contribution in helping her sew up dresses and uniforms for him 
to wear as the new housemaid in drag.  In just three weeks he had 
14 custom maid well fitting maidservant's uniforms.

	"You two make such a good team.  Since he's such a mama's 
boy, I'm glad you took my advice and joined him doing his 
adjustment period.  It has really helped him so much to have his 
mommie adjust the same as he has had too."  Spoke his wife.

	"It has been an experience for me too, but you're right, he 
is such a sweet thing, I'm so glad I could help him adapt to his 
new role as Brenda the maid.  Secretly, I like his feminine name 
you gave him.  And he looks so cute in his uniforms."
	"He does. And you've done an excellent job in helping and 
encouraging him along this new path he's to travel.  I adore 
seeing both of you dressed alike as you clean, cook and do 
laundry."

	"It has been fun, you know just like mother and daughter.  
But seriously, I did want to talk to you about those old 
mattresses he and I have been sleeping on... on the floor, in the 
basement, can't I just get the ones from my house and ..."

	"No.  I think the feel of comfort deprivation must be real. 
The judge has tasked me to help him understand what the 
consequences of his actions could have been if he went to prison. 
I take my duty seriously.  I can't let the judge down."

	"I ... I understand.  You're right of course."
	"Of course I am.  And I can cause him to get sent to prison. 
Don't forget that."

	"No ...No, I won't."

	"You were here when the Judge came by and indicated that his 
accommodations were excellent.  Also she lauded you for 
participating and subjecting yourself to the same treatment to 
help your baby out.  She too  thinks you too make a wonderful 
team.  She said it was so touching to see you holding his hand 
while I whipped him, and then to see him holding your hand as I 
whipped you."

	"I ... I never expected to get whipped like he did.  You hit 
me as hard as him."

	"Of course!  He would've seen through anything less." 
	"You're right of course.  I guess it's just like when you 
slapped me just as hard as you did him for breaking your rules, I 
was able to identify with what he was feeling as we consoled each 
other and salved each other's welts and bruises."

	"Precisely, I want you two to share such moments.  It's good 
for both of you.  And I must admit, it did me good to slap you 
around and beat your ass too."

	"I could tell you did.  It hurt, but I tried to be a good 
role model for him, as you wanted me to.  He now understands that 
pain and the way you treat him is a necessary part of his 
routine, and your love, instead of fearing it."

	Brenda's mom wanted out now that she'd got her son on the 
right track to accept and adapt to his new role.

	Rose complimented Brenda's mother for all she'd done in 
showing her son the importance of accepting his ass whippings, 
dressing in drag and submitting to Rose's will.
	"Your job isn't quite done yet."

	When Rose told Ann what she wanted, she gasped in horror.

	"Don't be so melodramatic, you and I both know he's perfect 
fairy material, and a lot of it is your fault!"  Rose shouted at 
Ann, who began to cry and sob at the charge that she was 
responsible for her son's softness and mollycoddled ways.
	

				CHAPTER 3

	Ann went about her duties as she had the lingering taste of 
Mistress Roses's sperm flavored pussy on her breath.

	Her bottom was still aching from the whipping she got 
earlier for being soft on Brenda as her son.  Ann didn't try to 
fight the aggressive Rose, since she even felt deserving of it.
	After her thrashing, she crawled behind Rose as she led Ann 
to Rufus Will, who was still in the bed.  Ann was made to suck 
off his big black stiff cock and thoroughly enjoyed what she was 
being made to do and secretly felt good about doing this as a 
precursor to teaching him to do exactly the same thing.  Later 
she watched as Rufus and Rose had a rousing bout of fucking.  Her 
duty afterward was to tongue clean them both.  She'd never sucked 
a cock or sucked on used pussy either.

	She was 47, and 20 years older than Rose, but like her son, 
she respected Rose's authority and masterful ness.  She therefore 
knew that Rose was cunning, so she wasn't really surprised when 
Rose told her she'd sold her house while she'd been supposedly 
role playing.  She felt she deserved that for being fooled into 
being cooped up here for almost a month and giving Rose and 
Rose's sister that power of attorney so they could pay the bills 
and see about the house while she was there with Brenda.

			CHAPTER 4

	"Yes baby, I'm gonna stay right here with you.  But now it's 
time for us to get you on better terms with Mr. Willis."

	After she told him, Brenda was confused but horrified.
	"It's okay baby.  All you have to say is `Please Mr. Willis, 
take my mother.  Make her your whore.  This is my apology and 
peace offering to you.' That's all there is to it baby.  And 
don't worry a bit, I'll be right by your side.  This'll prove 
that you accept and respect him and that there are no hard 
feelings.  Don't pout baby.  I know this may seem unusual, but we 
are in an unusual situation.  Remember dear, we're doing this to 
keep you out of prison.  Now lets get your chin up and a smile on 
your face."

	Reluctantly, Brenda, nervous, did exactly as his mother 
asked of him.  He felt so flushed and embarrassed as Rufus 
laughed loudly at him, then called him a fag as he accepted his 
apology and then pulled Brendan's naked mother over in the bed 
with him.

	His mother yielded totally to Rufus and without being told 
sought out to fondle and handle his long thick love tool as Rufus 
deep tongue kissed her.

	Brenda, as directed stood by insignificantly with his hands 
folded in front of his as he watched the two on the bed prepare 
for hot wet sex.

	His eyes were glued to his mother's mouth action on Rufus's 
enormous nine-inch ebony erection.  His mother's white mouth was 
stretched so much as she gobbled the bloated dickhead.
	As they were ready to couple, his mom called him over to 
kiss the head of Rufus' cock and then directed her son guide it 
into her juiced up pussy.

	Trembling and nervous, he did as directed and then went back 
to his position of observation nearby.
	He was surprised at how easy his mother absorbed the length 
and girth of the big black dick.  It was almost as if she'd done 
this before.  She had, but this was done at Rose's insistence, 
who'd got Ann and Rufus to practice three times before doing it 
for her well tricked husband.

	"His penis was so big.  Didn't it hurt?"  Brenda asked his 
mother as they were preparing for bed after returning from their 
encounter with Rufus Willis.

	"No baby, it felt real good.  You see that's why your wife, 
I should say Mistress rose likes big black cocks.  They make her 
feel real good.  No offense sweetie, but your little thing can't 
compare to Mr. Willis.  By the way you seemed to enjoy mouthing 
him too."

	"You ... You think I did a good job mother?"
	"Real good for a beginner honey.  You lost some of his jizz 
when he shot off the fourth time, but you weren't expecting that, 
so it's not totally your fault.  With practice, you'll learn when 
to expect a man to shoot.  Did his cream taste as good as I said 
it would?"

	"It ... It was better than I thought.  It was very warm and 
real creamy and syrupy all at the same time."

	"He's some man.  He came in your mouth first, then twice as 
y'all were sexing and then he came when I was sucking your pussy 
juice off his big prick."

	"How did you find the taste of all that dick cream you ate 
out of me?  Was it as good as I told you?"

	"It was so yucky looking as it oozed and ran out of your 
pussy, but it tasted better than it looked."

	"You've only been sucking unused pussy up to now, but from 
now on you can expect to suck plenty of jism soaked pussy from 
now on. Especially mine and your wife's, after she's had sex with 
Rufus and his buddies.  You must learn to eat pussy real well as 
it's one of your strong points and one of the few things you do 
rather well."

	"I-I never thought I'd be sucking other men's stuff from 
your or Mistress Rose's pussy."

	"Well things change dear, and it's as natural as you licking 
Mr. Willis' big fine cock and sucking my cunt as you did 
tonight."

		CHAPTER 5

	"And his dick and the cum he shot off?"
	"His dick was of course smeared with pussy juice, but the 
taste of his hard smooth black meat was rather nice.  I guess I 
liked the feel of my tongue on his shiny cockhead the best and 
laving his pee slit."

	"You did look so contented sucking his dickhead.  Was his 
cum hot?"

	"Real hot and gooey as he came on my tongue.  The flavor of 
it was far stronger than when I sucked it from your cunt."

	Mother and son continued to share thoughts as they prepared 
for bed in the basement chamber that was now home for them both.
	"How is that baby?"  She asked her son as she secured his 
hands to the harness he wore and which was attached to the bed to 
keep him from playing with himself as well as to ensure that he 
slept on his back.

	"It's okay.  I wish I didn't have to wear this."

	"Mistress Rose, your wife wants you to.  That's what 
matters. And now she wants me to take off your cock restraint so 
it can get plenty of air while you sleep."

	"Oh please mother, don't take it off.  I ... I get so hard, 
it ... it aches.  It almost feels like it'll break."

	"It's not going to break silly.  I know it's a wee bit 
uncomfortable, but it's  all part of your mind control training. 
Try to think of other things rather than your own needs.  That's 
the purpose.  Just think, it's already been 3 weeks, just one 
more week before she lets you jerk off again."

	"Couldn't you do it for me, you know like she doesn't have 
to know."

	"Heavens No!  You should never be untruthful with your wife. 
If she wants you to undergo a certain punishment, you should do 
so and be honest about it.  after all she has a purpose in 
requiring you to be punished.  And you should remember it's 
always for your own good."

	"Yes ma'am.  You're right of course."

	"Of course I am.  Now just one more catch and there!  Your 
little friend is all free, ready to enjoy the night air."
	Ann had a smirk on her face as she looked at her helpless 
son all trussed there and his little prick stiff and throbbing.  
She thought how strange it was that in helping Rose out, she too 
found she delighted in subduing her own milksop son.  To torment 
him further, she exposed her thick hairy bush and full tits, as 
she paraded back and forth before him as she got ready to go out 
with Rufus.

	"In the tight quarters, Brenda couldn't help but notice his 
mother's beautiful hairy bush and bouncing big knockers.  His 
prick pulsed and trembled at each time she passed.

	"Rufus wants me to meet some of his friends tonight. When I 
come back I'm sure to have some more cum in my pussy, I'll wake 
you up for a nice midnight snack."

	Rufus came to the door "Come on slut!  We got to go. That's 
good.  That's all you need to wear.  Here's your coat. The dudes 
are waiting to meet you."

	He looked in the dim room and saw Brenda all trussed up in 
the bed.

	"My, don't you look cute.  But hey, thanks for bringing me 
your mama to fuck.  I'm gonna carry her over to meet some mo 
brothers so they can jump her big pussy.  Hey baby, before you 
run off, aren't you gonna let him kiss you goodbye?  That's 
right, come here, straddle his face and let him kiss your pussy 
before we leave to get some mo dicks in you."

	Ann did as she was told, delighting in the thrill of doing 
as the black man told her and knowing that she was shaming her 
son in the process.

	With the memory of her hairy pussy on his lips, he watched 
as his mother left with Rufus.  She was wearing only a baby doll 
pajama top under the overcoat he gave her.

	No matter how he tried, Brenda couldn't will his turgid 
prick down.  Finally, hours later he drifted off to sleep 
mentally fatigued with his aching cock.

	He wasn't sure how long he was sleep, but he was awakened by 
his wife.

	She'd just come in from turning tricks for Rufus.

	"I called Rufus earlier, he told me about the nice gift you 
gave him and how you sucked his dick and your mother's cunt clean 
after they fucked.  That really shows respect for him as well as 
sincerity on your part honey for atoning for your errant behavior 
toward him.  I know he's going to have a very favorable report to 
the judge for you this month.  To celebrate your introduction to 
flavored muff, I brought you some cream hair pie."

	His wife straddled Brenda's head the same as his mother had 
earlier and settled her moist reeking hairy pussy right over his 
face.  Before making contact, she pulled a plug from her fuck 
hole that was holding back the jism in her.

	"That's it baby, suck all that good black dick cream out of 
me.  OOOH! It's so good to feel it draining.  SUCK!  SUCK ME! 
That's it!  Be a good husband!  Lap me good.  OH! OH!"

	Moments later his wife had a rousing come on his face.  She 
held his face there as she scrubbed his face with her wet sloppy 
matted muff.

	"That was great honey.  You suck divinely.  My report will 
be very good for you too this month.  You really vacuumed me out 
good. Nine customers fucked me tonight without a rubber, so I 
think you tasted a lit bit of each of them."  She spoke gleefully 
as she wiped his face with a warm towel like one would a child.

	"Mistress Rose, thank ... thank you.  Can ... Can I ask you 
a favor?"

	Rose's gleeful tone changed to her more authoritative one as 
she responded to his request.

	"No.  Your mother must receive the same treatment as you.  
Otherwise, how could she have been so helpful to you if she 
hadn't gone through the same experiences as you?  Besides, she 
wouldn't have it any other way.  She told me so.  She's bearing 
your burden too, so don't ask me to cheat her of the experience.  
And I certainly don't intend to shortchange her.  Remember the 
other morning when she dropped some food on the floor?"

	"YY...Yes ma'am."

	"Just like I slapped you to the floor the time you did that, 
so did I with her.  I also made her lick it up because she 
should've known better, especially since she's a role model for 
you. Because of her seniority, I also spanked her later with a 
perforated paddle to remind her of her responsibility.  Now you 
understand why it would be an injustice to do as you ask?"

	"Yes ... Yes ma'am."  Brenda tried to sound upbeat but it 
was with a tone of resignation.

	"Dear, you two have been such a wonderful team.  You saw how 
pleased the judge was when she came by last month to witness your 
whipping in person.  She was very satisfied that there was no 
trickery.  That is, that I was swinging hard and making the cord 
sink deep in the skin of your bottom.  She complimented you on 
the way your bottom was jumping and wigging to each blow.  She 
was even more impressed with your mother's bigger bottom as it 
wiggled and reddened under my lashes.  Speaking of that, you know 
I forgot to tell you she said thanks for the pop corn I had you 
pop up for her for the occasion."

	"Next time is only 4 days away, has she ... she said if the 
punishment will stay the same for next time?"

	"Honey, I know how much anxiety you have every time it comes 
around for your little thrashing, so that's why I	haven't 
bothered to tell you that she's so satisfied with your current 
level of acceptance, that she wants me to take you off the cord 
and instead use a tawse for 20 slaps and add 5 lashes with a 
riding crop."

	"Oh no! Please Mistress, not a riding crop.  It'll hurt so 
bad."

	"Now, now.  You know what the alternative is don't you? Is 
that what you want?  Do you want to go to prison?"

	"No! No!  I don't want to go.  I ... I'll have to ... to 
persevere somehow."  Brenda spoke in a low broken voice.  It was 
obvious he was fighting back tears.

	"That's the spirit honey.  This time we're going to tie you 
down real good, so the only thing you have to worry about 
wiggling is your cute little tooted up bottom.  Aren't you gonna 
thank me and Rufus for getting the whipping horse for you?"
	"Thank ... Thank you Mistress."

	"You're quite welcome dear, from both me and Rufus.  Don't 
look so despondent.  Why look, your staff has drooped.  Here, 
maybe that will help get your spirits up.  There, that much 
better."

	His wife's soft hands and pleasurable manipulations soon had 
his aching prick back to its former raging state.
	"By the way, if it'll help you sleep better, on the way home 
I saw Rufus and your mother in an alley near the docks.  All she 
was wearing was her pajama top and there were two lines of black 
tricks waiting to get to her.  One was for her cunt and the other 
her mouth.  Rufus was having a grand opening 10 dollar special 
with her tonight."

	Rose slammed the door behind her.  She had a wide grin on 
her face.  She felt so good at all that'd happened tonight, 
especially the look on her husband's face as she walked out.

	Poor Brenda, he was somewhat angry, but he knew there was 
nothing to do but accept and adapt to what was happening.  He was 
also angry that his prick wouldn't go down.  

                            CHAPTER 6

	"Sweetie you did a fine job of fondling and handling all the 
men's cocks.  Mistress Rose said they really liked your soft 
hands and adored the way you sucked and licked the pussy juice 
from their balls."

	"I tried to do my best mother, just like y'all told me I 
should."

	"That's good baby.  And you've been very good at pleasing 
your wife so that she or Rufus haven't had a thing to complain 
about."

	"I'm sorry I got you in this mess mother, you know having to 
hustle on the streets, along with Rose, for him."

	"I don't mind doing it to keep you out of prison baby.  
Plus, I've gotten to like being fucked by so many hard up black 
men.  I see why your wife likes big black dicks so much.  What 
are you sketching dear?"

	"Oh, just doodling."

	"Let me see.  Why that's a fine drawing of Mr. Willis and 
his hard dick.  You've got all the details down perfect baby, 
even the way his left ball hangs lower than his right.  That is 
really good honey.  Why don't you hang it over your bed."
	"You think I should?"

	"Yes. It'll show how much respect and admiration you have 
for him."

	After her son did as she suggested, he showed her some 
smaller drawings of Rufus's buddies, whose majestic pricks he's 
also been intimately involved with.  Each drawing showed the 
black studs with jutting erections.

	"Why you've outdone yourself.  These are all very good.  I 
know Dan.  That's a very good likeness of his uncut dick.  And 
here's Lane and his mushroom shaped cockhead that's so much 
bigger than his shaft."

	Brenda and his mom discussed each of the 9 black men he'd 
sketched.  Paying particular attention to the features of their 
large erections and other significant masculine features captured 
by her now well sissified son.  He'd experienced each of their 
big fuck tools several times.  His mother had only been with 5 of 
them.

	"Then you think I should continue to sketch each new dick I 
encounter?"

	"Why of course, sweetie.  And add a little footnote about 
what you liked best about sucking his cock.  You know,  if I 
didn't know any better, I think you have grown fond of nigger 
dicks."  She said giggling.

	"I ... I guess so."  Brenda blushed as he spoke.  His 
admission was embarrassing him.  " It just sort of, you know, 
happened.  At ... At first, I thought it was nasty and perverted 
to do it and just another punishment I had to endure.  But... But 
after you showed me how easy it was to suck his thing and ..."
	"Dick dear, not thing.  Remember Mistress Rose telling you 
to say dick from now on?"

	"Thanks for reminding me.  Well, as I was about to say, I 
sort of enjoyed sucking his smooth hard shaft and smooth swollen 
shiny dickhead.  I also found his sperm, er, I mean his cum, 
didn't taste that bad either.  And then after sucking his and 
other men's cum from you and my wife's, er I mean Mistress Rose's 
pussy, I guess I've developed a taste for it.  And then as he 
passed me around to more and more of his friends,  I got to know 
them pretty good, and, well, got to liked sucking their big dicks 
and having them shove 'em up my bottom.  They seem to get so much 
pleasure out of me sucking them off and ... and fucking me, it 
... it makes feel good knowing I ... I make them feel good."

	"That's so sweet, and you should feel good about yourself 
baby."

	After having gotten him to open up and talk, his mother 
beamed with pride as her effeminate son described features he 
adored about black dicks and how he liked fondling and orally 
administering to them.

	"If a stud wants me to blow him with his cock stuck through 
his fly, I'll of course do so, but I really like it best when his 
whole crotch is open.  You see ... I like to nuzzle around the 
base of his .. ..his dick and lap his soft hairy balls."

	"I agree with you dear, open crotch is definitely better.  
It definitely allows you greater freedom to show the man how 
appreciative you are for having the opportunity to give him 
head."



				CHAPTER 7



	Brenda, gagged and trussed up tightly as a Thanksgiving 
turkey,     felt so helpless on the whipping horse.  The 
anticipation of waiting     was almost as bad as the actual 
punishment.  Suddenly, heard voices     and footsteps 
approaching.

     "The judge wanted me to verify that the instrument you're   
currently using is delivering the impact performance she feels is 
required.  That is why I requested this little demonstration 
Rose.  Good I see you have the subject secured as I requested." 

     The mock state disciplinarian inspector opened the case she 
was  carrying to reveal a variety of flagellation instruments, 
neatly  arranged and secured by clip fasteners.

     "You're not going to use those ... he's so fragile." 
Sputtered     Brenda's mother as she gasped in horror at the 
array of pain     inflicting instruments.

	"So this is the mother?  If she's getting the same treatment 
as her son, judging by her attitude, I sense your knotted 
extension cord is losing its effectiveness.  A properly trained 
subject would know not to make such an impolite outburst."

     "My apologies, Ms. Burnman.  We recently took her off the 
regular treatment that her son was receiving because her, er, 
assets were being interfered with due to the healing time of her 
bottom.  However, you're quite right, I do believe she's 
forgotten the purpose of these treatments."

     Ms. Burnman then turned to address Brenda's mother.       
	"You see a properly trained subject understands that he or 
she has no say so over the instrument of treatment.  The 
subject's only concern should be to learn the lesson of obedience 
and to willingly adjust its attitude and behavior as required.  
What is your name?" 	She spoke her name meekly, cowed by the 
woman's obvious air of authority.

	"Well Ann, are you saying your son is more fragile than you, 
a woman?"

     "Er,  I just meant ma'am ... er ... that he's a delicate lad 
and ..."

     "And that he wasn't man enough to take such treatment?"      
	"Well ma'am , er, not quite in those words, but ... but 
something like that."  Replied Brenda's mother as she stammered 
before the imperious Ms. Burnman.

	"Would you say you're softer than your son?"

     "Er, yes ma'am, a little bit softer."

     "Well then Rose, to show his mother that we're not out to    
harm her mollycoddled son, but rather to rehabilitate him, what 
would you say if we asked his mother to be our pre-tester.  That 
is, we test each, er, impact instrument, blow for blow, on her 
first and then on the main subject.  That way, if it shows we're 
being over effective on Ann, then we'll know we're close to our 
target affectivity on the subject."

	"Excellent idea Ms. Burnman.  Well Ann, do you agree to be a 
good mother and be a pre-tester for Brenda?"

	Feeling  tricked and outsmarted, Ann looked dumbfounded.

     "Ma'am,  you .. you mean I .. I have to get be ..."

     	"Ann, think of as sharing a significant experience with 
your son.  I understand this is not new to you, is it not?"  Ms. 
Burnman asked the terrified Ann.

	 "No but ..." 

	Ann was cut off before she could finish.

      "You do want us to have the right impact prescription for 
your baby - your mama's boy, don't you?" 

        "Yes ... Yes ma'am, but ..."  Ann was now trembling 
slightly at     the thought of being lashed again.

      "There's no time for hee hawing, the only butt we need here 
is yours."

      Brenda could hear but could do or say anything but listen 
and cry at was being imposed on his mom.

      Ann stood there like a deer caught in the headlights as Ms. 
Burnman approached her staring deeply into her eyes.

      "Ann, a good mother would do this for her son.  You're a 
good mother aren't you?"  Ms. Burnman, a half a head taller than 
Ann,  placed her hands on Ann's shoulders as she stood directly 
in front of her.

      Visibly trembling and to choked up to speak, Ann nodded    
affirmatively before the well dressed imperious Ms. Burnman.            
"Good!  I know you're just nervous from being anxious to help 
out, so let me help you off with your clothes."

      Almost before she realized it the woman had stripped her 
nude except for garter belt and nylons.

      As Ms. Burnman unhooked and let Brenda's mother's ample 
tits fall free, Ann was surprised at the liberties the assertive 
woman took as she handled her large mammary endowments.

      "My, you definitely should have no problem getting men to 
sink their tools in you.  Nice tits, soft chubby ass, and a big 
fuzzy bush, just what some men would love to work on."

      "She has, shall we say, plenty of black men who find much 
use for her assets every night."  Spoke Rose smugly, who had been 
silent just watching Ms. Burnman, in reality a friend of hers, 
expertly con and cower Brenda's mom into submission.

      "Good for you Ann.   I just hope you're not wasting all 
that jism.  Are you getting your mama's boy to suck it out of 
your pussy?  It's good for prissy namby wambies like your son to 
taste the dick cream of real men.  It really helps them stabilize 
their lives."  
       
	"Don't worry Ms. Burnman, at my insistence, his mother 
started her baby on that some time ago and it has benefited him 
greatly, so much so, he's had the confidence to start sucking big 
black dicks.  And I must add, she was there when he sucked his 
first dick and swallowed his first load of hot scum."

	"That's so wonderful and touching.  Ann, I knew you were a 
good mom and mentor.  Now c'mon over here so we can get you 
comfy."      Ann felt so humiliated, as the woman led her by the 
hand.    Yet deep within, something was telling her she deserved 
what was  happening to her.

     Since there was only one whipping horse, Rose and Ms. 
Burnman secured Brenda's mother to a large heavy table.  She was 
bent forward over it with her arms and legs chained to the four 
stout legs.  They used a ball gag to complete their work.

     "Rose you must get another horse for Ann.  I think she'd be 
more comfortable and also be by her son's side at this important 
time.   And since we'll be doing these reviews every few months 
for the next seven years, I'm sure it'll be well utilized."

     "You're so right Ms. Burnman. I'm sure she won't mind 
turning an extra trick or two a night to pay for it.  That is 
with her being the good  mom she is." 

    "I'm sure you're correct Rose, especially since she's been an 
excellent role model for Brenda."


                      CHAPTER 8

	"Well Rose, your venerable extension cord passed the test, 
but as I showed you, in order for you to get the same size welts 
I get with the single braid short whip, you have to really exert 
yourself and swing twice as hard.  But as long as you do and get 
the excellent results you are,  I must approve you to continue to 
use it.  However, I'm certain the affectivity will not last 
beyond the next evaluation period.  In the mean time, I'd suggest 
you phase in the single braid and the crop.  After that, I'm sure 
we will work our way to a light cane."

	Mistress Rose thanked Ms. Burnman and chatted while she 
repacked her case of pain inflictors.

	"They were so quiet, I almost forgot about then while we 
were talking technical stuff Rose."  Spoke Ms. Burnman as she 
walked toward the back of the room where Brenda and his mother 
were still bound and gagged.  They were both cried out and were 
only quietly whimpering as a result of the severe testing that'd 
been done on their asses, which were a maze of purple and blue 
and red welt marks.

	"It was such a pleasure meeting both of you and whipping on 
your asses.  Ann you've nothing to worry about, your mama's boy 
has quite a robust set of ass cheeks.  I've asked his wife to 
slowly increase his prescription of discipline, he'll notice the 
increased impact of the new instruments, but rest assured, this 
will keep the judge satisfied and your son out of prison."

	"Thank Ms. Burnman Brenda and Ann for all the help she's 
been."  Rose said as she un-gagged her effeminized subjugated 
husband and his enslaved mother.

	"Th ... sob ... thank you ... for helping my ... sob ... my 
son."  Ann meekly spoke as she sobbed and tried to slowly stand 
up after being released.

	Brenda followed suite with his thanks as his wife let him 
remained bound, indicating she wanted his ass to air cool another 
half hour before any salve was applied, which was to be done by 
his mother.

	Ms. Burnman asked Ann to walk with her and Rose to the door.
	"Ann you're to be congratulated for sticking by and 
supporting your son the way you have.  Even thought he's 27 and 
married to a fine woman like Rose, you're doing a good job of 
weaning him from your apron strings to Rose's control.  Secondly, 
your instilling in him that being whipped by his wife is just a 
normal part of a loving marriage, and a further sign that you're 
an excellent mother for your mama's boy."

	Ann blushed and thanked Ms. Burnman for her sincere 
compliments, not knowing it was all Ms. Burnman could do not to 
crack up laughing at Ann who was something of a simpleton anyway. 
Ms. Burnman's curiosity was raised as she decided to dump some 
more on her to see if Rose was right about how stupid Ann really 
was.

	"And lastly Ann, I know you're a simple and insignificant 
woman, but I must say your teaching your baby to suck fuck slop 
from your cunt, and how to suck big black dicks, puts you in a 
class by yourself."  Smirked Ms. Burnman as she spoke.

	"You're too kind ma'am, but I can't take all the credit, 
Mistress Rose and Mr. Willis really are responsible for me 
knowing what was the proper things to do to help keep my son out 
of jail and to keep the judge satisfied that the probation would 
work out."

	"Anyway, keep up the good work and continue to be the fine 
roll model for him by giving your pussy to  many different black 
men.  Let him know he can do the same thing with his pussy mouth 
and ass.  Rose you did say you wanted him to get out more with a 
lot of the black men you're dating right?"

	"Oh yes!  Most definitely, and his mother has been most 
supportive of me.  Haven't you Ann?"

	"Oh yes!  Mistress Rose knows that my baby is not that good 
in bed, but he's good with his mouth, so I've been working with 
him on that and she and Mr. Willis have found me so many dates.  
I'd never been with black men before, now I seem to have them 
wanting me every night.  I really feel good after pleasing them 
all when they come with their big hard things and need to shoot 
off.  Brenda loves pleasing their big dicks too."

                       CHAPTER 9

		
	It was 3 AM Sunday morning and Brenda's mother was just 
returning from a rowdy gangbang where she was the center of 
attraction for 18 horny black laborers.  She literally looked 
like something the cat drug in, but she had the most blissful 
smile on her face.

	As she entered their combined bedroom, she dutifully pulled 
the door tightly, which locked it. It could only could be opened 
from the outside now.

	She gently shook Brenda as she removed her jism stained 
clothes.

	"Hi mom, I must've dozed off.  How did it go tonight?"

	"Wonderful!"

	"You do look happy and content."

	"I am.  I'd just turned my eighth trick when Mr. Willis 
picked me up and took me to this farm, where 18 black laborers 
had me for over six hours.  They had me in every which way.  They 
were so horny."

	"You certainly smell like they shot off a lot of cum."
	As Ann pulled her semen soaked panties off, Brenda could 
only gasp as the messy semen plastered mass of  dense hair that 
was his mother's pussy bush.  The familiar cunt plug stuck out 
noticeably from the fuzzy mass.

	"Wow!  I've never seen your muff so sticky with fuck gook."

	"And there's more inside me too baby.  You're gonna eat good 
tonight.  C'mon and get it, I can see your mind is on tasting my 
muff rather than listening at me.  I'll just lay here and let you 
suck my bush clean before you get to the main course."

	And that's exactly what her sissified son did.  His mouth 
didn't emerge from her slimy soggy reeking muff until a half hour 
later.

	"That was delicious mom."

	"Thanks baby.  I've got two more surprises."

	"Surprises?"

	"Yes.  The first is that when Mr. Willis was tallying up the 
receipts tonight, he congratulated me on turning my 1,006th trick 
tonight.  A good gang bang couldn't nave been a better way to do 
it."

	"Oh mom, I'm so happy for you."

	The two embraced.

	His mother held up a little key and asked him if he knew 
what it was.

	"It .  It's the key to my chastity belt.  Where ... Where 
did you ..."

	"And the other surprise honey is that as a way of 
celebrating my achievement, he and Mistress Rose wanted you to 
share this occasion with me, sort of a reward for your sustained 
good behavior.  You can finally put it in baby.  Isn't that nice 
of them?"

	Brenda was so excited as his mother opened the lock on the 
confining device.  As soon as he was free of it, he was in his 
mother's arm and eagerly fucking her with reckless abandon, not 
giving the least thought to morals or incest.  His only focus was 
on enjoying the object that he'd mentally lusted after for so 
long as they shared the tiny room cell.  He recounted the 
countless times he'd sucked her out and paid homage to her with 
his tongue.

	He didn't last but four minutes, but too had a most blissful 
expression on his face as he laid in his mother's embrace panting 
and settling down from the super come he'd experienced.

	"Was it good baby?"

	"Great mom."

	"Well baby, how does it feel to be a mother fucker?"

	The two laughed.

	After being the dutiful son and sucking his jism from his 
mom's well used pussy, they laid back and savored the moment. 
 
	Mentally, they both were celebrating the achievement of 
something that they both had wanted to happen.  They were 
secretly thanking circumstances for helping it to occur.  Brenda 
relished being in his mother's arms as her lover and so did she 
as his whore.

	"Mother, thanks so much for sticking with me all these 
months."

	"You're welcome baby.  That's what mothers are for."

	"I guess things have been a little tough on us, but at least 
we have each other."  Her son said softly as he sucked on the tit 
his mom offered him.

	"Yes dear, that's the important thing.  we're here for each 
other and you're not in some awful prison cell."

	"You're right mother.  I guess I have a lot to be thankful 
for."

	"We have baby.  We have a lot to be thankful for.  Your wife 
and Mr. Willis have tricked and taken advantage of us, but 
overall, we really couldn't be used by two nicer people."

	"I thought the same thing.  You know I .. I love Mistress 
Rose deeply and even though she really beats my ass, I know she 
loves me too."

	"She does baby."

	"And I think Mr. Willis cares for us too, even though he's 
always putting us down."

	"He does.  I could tell that from the way he was so gentle 
with you the first time he fucked you up the ass with his big 
dick."  

	The two continued to talk on about the future six years of 
probation to go and about their good fortune of being under the 
control and rule of a dominant and abusive, but benevolent  black 
master and white mistress.

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