1 comments/ 31268 views/ 2 favorites For the Sake of Motherhood Ch. 01 By: DuPain ----------------------------------- William, fed up with his stepmother's outrageous behavior, takes drastic action. "MF-Spanking-Language." -------------------------- If you're offended by explicit depictions of physical discomfort this story probably isn't for you. * She was in the bathroom brushing her long, lavish hair, as he made his way down the hallway. He stopped and popped his head in through the doorway to say goodnight, as she stood there grooming herself. "Your becoming a great deal like your father Bill, nosey! Little pig, big pig I guess!" Her voice was sarcastic, and brutally cold, as she spoke. (Tom Peterson was gone for the week, setting up a networking system in another city. He had given up on his relationship with Julie sometime ago. All they had in common now was their son, and when he finally left; Tom thought he would probably go as well). Bill lowered his eyes to the floor, hurt by his mother's rude comment. He wished this could be done some other way, but knew it couldn't. She had become a stranger to him, no longer the protectorate whose loving smile warmed his childhood days. He didn't know this cold, selfish, uncaring person, and no longer wanted her in his life. He opened the door to the small storage area looking inside for something, as she coldly ignored him. His eyes fell on something useful he thought he might be able to utilize. Closing the door he crossed quickly to where she stood and forcing her t-shirt up quickly around her head, and arms, forced her wrist together. He slipped the panty hose over her hands and pulled them part way down her arms. Grabbing up one of the dangling leg sections he wound it tightly around her wrist. He repeated this maneuver with the other section, but in the opposite direction. Finally tying the two ends together securely. She had already begun to struggle even before he'd finished. But now she had gone completely wild. But she was still no match for his six-foot muscular frame. He was lean and hard from all the sports activity his father had encouraged him to participate in through the years, and overwhelmed her easily. "What the hell are you doing, have you lost what little mind you have?" "No Julie, but you may, before I'm finished with you," he told her calmly. Julie was a beautiful sight at 38, with a lovely face, and rich, lavish, Chestnut hair. Long wonderfully toned legs, and an ass that should have been declared a national treasure. Along with the most shockingly beautiful pair of breast the human gene pool had ever spawned. Every shimmering detail of her body magnificently perfect, and she was 100 percent certifiable bitch, seven days a week! She hadn't always been that way, but over the last several years her disposition had deteriorated drastically, becoming dark and excruciatingly malicious. Without another word, he unceremoniously dragged her screaming to her bedroom, where he had already prepared his other tools. He leaned her over the foot of the bed driving her face cruelly into the mattress. Her firm, hard, panty covered ass up in the air. The slick cloth of her undies drawing up tightly around her soft, full lips, which were now delineated exquisitely by the tease of the sheer fabric. "You little bastard, let me go!" She screamed at him. "I will, when you're completely subjugated to my will and wish. And happy to attend to my budding sexuality, then I will happily release you my little slut!" he snarled. "You sick little shit, this is incest and you're in big trouble buster, now let me up!" Smack! Smack! Smack! The sounds of his hand landing on the firm, luscious flesh, of her ass; was like music to his ears, and it excited him tremendously! Whack! Whack! Whack, his hand fell repeatedly, terrorizing her firm, hard, stubborn ass, making her squirm and whimper with the heat of her discipline. "Damn you William, stop this, you're hurting me!" she screamed at him, squirming beneath his pounding palm. "That's the entire idea Julie, or should I say mommy!" his voice coldly sarcastic, as he spoke. Suddenly she felt his hand between her legs, his fingers probing into the soft flesh of her sensitive folds, producing an array of very pleasant sensations there. Then he moved up between her legs to her ass, where he ruthlessly squeezed and kneaded her firm cheeks, lightly teasing them, with a light smack periodically. Julie was shocked senseless, William had never shown even the slightest interest in her sexually before today, and she didn't know what to make of it! "Stop it Bill, stop it now she screamed, I'm your mother and this is incest!" Such a filthy disgusting thing he was doing to her, she marveled that it could produce such sweet, wicked pleasure in her flesh. She couldn't fathom for the life of her, why he was being so brutal to her. "Yes its incest, and isn't it wonderful Julie!" he growled at her. And then proceeded to rip all the clothing off her body, leaving her with only the covering, of her ornate, colorful exotics. He placed nylon cords around her wrist after moving them to her back and stripping the panty hose off. The nipple restraints he'd purchased each had a small chain running from its barrel to a larger brass oval ring in the center, from it, a single thin metal chain draped low in front of her. The idea being, that the harder she pulled away, the tighter the clamps clinched around her nipples. Smack, the paddles dark voice clarion, landing firmly across her delicious little ass. Smack, smack, smack, Julie Peterson's little rump was a lovely shade of angry red; and tears were flowing down her face from the incessant heat in her backside. "Please stop Bill, it hurts!" she sobbed. "But I'm charmed by the ripple of your cheeks Julie!" he taunted. Her son Bill was going crazy on her; she couldn't understand what had gotten into her 18 year old son. He was usually such a nice, demure little fellow by nature; you hardly ever knew he was around. But now he was savagely abusing her ass, tormenting her, and seemingly gleeful over it. "Why are you doing this to me Bill?" she sobbed. "I'm tired of you bullying my father and I around, tired of your bitching, ball-busting ways!" he growled at her, then continued stroking her hot flowering mons. "You need a good hot orgasm in that bitchy cunt of yours mom, and I'm going to see that you get one, or two, or whatever!" "It was partially true, she thought, that she and Tom had been growing farther apart with the passing of time. They seldom had sex anymore; she just didn't feel the same way about him. He'd once been such a creatively forceful man, but he had changed. Became soft, reserved, docile, she couldn't love a man like that; It was like sleeping with another woman! "Smack! Smack! He gave her two more just to sharpen her senses and keep them alert. He loved the way she trembled, and fought against her restraints, twisting urgently, and grinding her lovely breast into the mattress, wiggling her beautiful little bottom, as she desperately tried to escape from the source of her pain." "God Bill, your killing me, please stop!" She was near hysteria now, but he didn't care. Reaching under her he gave the chain a yank setting her nipples on fire, and making her cry out. "Oh fuck Bill, you're tearing them off!" she screamed, as she jerked and twisted sharply in agony. "You come off like a cold hearted little bitch Julie, but I know theirs a streak of slut inside of you somewhere. And I intend to bring that better trait of yours to the forefront of your demeanor!" William once again administered a measure of pleasure to his mother's tortured body, not wanting to break her spirit, but only modify her behavior somewhat. Pulling her gusset aside he gingerly ran his finger lightly around her extended clit, noting the gentle roll of her hips as he did so. Julie couldn't believe as she lay there that her folds were beginning to secrete fluids between her legs. Her ass was stinging, her mons tingling shamefully, arousing itself in a heated lust, all while she was being abused by her own son. But his strong masculine hands did feel pleasant on her body at the moment; he was such a handsome, strong young man. "I can smell your juices oozing from you Julie, delectable by the way, are you hot my little slut?" He asked her, half laughing. "You animal bastard, your dad will tear you a new ass when he finds out what you've done here!" She screamed at him. "Oh come now Julie dad doesn't give a damn about you, we both know that, and we both know why, don't we princess!" He was taunting her of course, knowing it would take more than physical discomfort to modify her behavior. "Dam you Bill!" her eyes full of hate as she looked up, because he'd spoke the truth and it hurt, all those hidden things way down deep inside her. Young Bills cock was rock hard from viewing, and touching his mother's lush body. Reaching under her, he found her breast giving it a firm squeeze, but she bolted and tried to move away. He grabbed the chain hanging from her breast and she froze, fear filling her tortured eyes, its presence instantly immobilizing her mental processes. "Move away from me again when I desire to fondle you, and I'll rip these off!" he told her, his voice cold, and tempered like steel, as he spoke. Julie had no doubt from the sound of his voice, that he would do exactly that, if she moved again! He picked up the leather belt wrapping it around his hand, it hissed menacingly as it traversed through the air landing with a loud snap against her ass. Immediately there was a red welt raised on her cheek. He lay down several more before stopping, she was screaming at the top of her lungs now, and shaking uncontrollably. "God Bill please don't!" she sobbed against the sheets, her face contorted in sheer agony. He pulled his thick, throbbing mass from his shorts, and stood next to her face stroking the monster before her eyes. Julie couldn't believe it; his cock was enormous, so thick and long, flinching rudely in front of her as he stroked the sinister looking mass of flesh. She had not seen him uncovered for years, and was shocked at his physical progress. He thrust forward several times bumping the side of her face with it, humiliating her. As he reached under her to squeeze her breast again, she watched it dance lewdly in front of her eyes teasing her, mocking her helplessness, formidable and intimidating, as if brazenly trying to challenge her with its male mystique. She questioned in her thoughts if he really intended to use it on her, and she suddenly realized with a start, a small part of her was hoping so. It was sick and evil that she could lay here wanting to fuck her very own son as he abused her. But she was already hot and weeping from her folds, her will to resist all but shattered by the abuse she'd already suffered. "This is sick Bill, I'm your mother, we can't do this," she told him again, even as her tight passage twitched with pleasure from the wonderful sensation of his hands upon her body! Hands that were so warm and strong, rubbing her briskly like that, inciting a powerful feeling of evil lust inside her body. The sight of his thick beastly hardness, and the prospect of what he may yet do with it; shamefully stirring her passion and her wicked imagination. "I can, and will do it Julie, I intend to tease you until you give me your consent and beg for my entry into the burning folds of your body!" he told her with a smirk. Reaching behind her he ripped the sheer panties off her body causing her to gasp out in shocked surprise. Then he inserted two fingers into her tight opening and began to fuck them in and out of her body. In just a very short time her convulsing passage was nursing those fingers like a hungry new born, her body blessing them with an abundance of thick, rich, fragrant fluid, that glistened lewdly on his skin. "God his fingers felt so good inside of her she realized. It was sick of her and sinful, but she couldn't help herself, he was just too damn forceful. Overwhelming her, making her body want him, forcing her submission to this twisted degradation of her bound and helpless body. Her lust was now a raging fire. God help her, she wanted her son to fuck her with his huge flexing firmness." Leaning over next to her ear he whispered, "We both know you want it Julie, don't we. I can feel your moisture and your desire. I have witnessed what you do with your fingers down there; you're such a naughty, vulgar little girl when daddy's away Julie. You need fucked slut, fucked hard and brutally Julie." "Yes Bill, oh God yes, I do baby," she whispered softly. Her shame was now fevering the cheeks of her face deeply, with the intent of his statement, realizing that he knew about her secret sin. "I'm going to tease your hot little sex with my hard tongue Julie, lapping it like a ravenous dog. Then, when you're just on the verge of coming, I'll mount you like some crazed stallion and breed you like the bitch you truly are, pounding my big horse muscle into your tight little cunt. Would you like that Julie?" "Oh Bill do it, take me now!" she cried out. This was more than she could endure, his filthy words alone inciting her to the verge of orgasm. He had evidently watched her as she masturbated herself with her hand at some point in time. The image of him in her mind, standing somewhere in the shadows, his fevered eyes on her body as she brought herself to a flooding orgasm: was driving her to unknown heights of lust. This was so twisted, wicked, and God yes, so undeniably hot! He moved between her legs and found her clit with his tongue. He began to mercilessly pummel the twitching little nub with quick light strokes, causing Julie to tremble beneath the unrelenting teasing of his tongue. Reaching up he began to lightly tease her tight little anal opening, making her shiver and moan beneath the light loving probe of his fingers. She was tingling all over, her body burning with every touch of his hands and tongue. When her whimpering told him she was approaching the summit of her desire, he crawled up between her legs inserting his hardness into the tight folds of her passage. She shivered, and cried out calling his name when he took her. Then he settled into a nice smooth pace, giving Julie what she had needed for so long now. He quickened his pace then, ramming his oversized instrument into her milking softness, driving her mercilessly toward the explosive end of her need. "Oh God Bill, I can't wait I'm coming!" she cried out. He had stirred a storm of passion in her that now raged through her body overwhelming her senses, stripping her of all pride and self-identity. Intense waves of pleasure spreading from the treasure between her thighs were bursting explosively against her nipples, and enveloping her body with the charm of a soft warm glow. He pulled out of her then at that instant, and got off the bed seating himself in the chair next to her. "No Bill, please, put it back in she cried," as her body twisted with the agony of its denial. "Why did you stop Bill, why are you treating me this way, didn't you get what you wanted?" she sobbed. "Because we haven't yet come to an understanding Julie, an understanding of what your place is in this house and what your primary functions as a slut are!" Reaching over he softly caressed her burning mound and teased her shy little clit, insuring she didn't lose interest. Julie arched against the momentary pleasure of his fingers, and moaned deeply in her throat! "God William, what do you want from me, do you want to hear me beg, I will Bill ... I need you that much!" She pleaded! Her eyes misted, as she looked at her son, realizing at last, the hard brutality her behavior had tempered into his young heart. "Your complete obedient subjugation Julie ... is what I require. You will become subservient to the men in this household, sexually and in any other way that father and I may require. Do you understand me dear?" "Yes Bill, I understand. Now will you please help me before I go insane!" A pleading look was in her eyes as she spoke, but with a gentleness now present too, that had been absent for far too long." He stood beside her, reaching underneath once again finding her ripe full nipple. Squeezing down so hard on it she thought it would explode from the pain, he held it there and said, "I adore you Julie, but if you fuck with me in any way when I release you this will feel like a tongue bath before I'm finished with you." "I won't Bill, I promise!" she sobbed, great tears rolling freely down her face from the pain. Oh God the pain was bitter, he was so fucking brutal with her. Her whole body shook and a strange long forgotten urge stabbed at her crotch, caressed her nipples, and tingled her tight little anal slit. She'd forgotten what a wanton slut she'd been for her husband, in the early days of their marriage, but her overpowering, dominant son, was bringing it all back to her memory. For the Sake of Motherhood Ch. 02 ----------------------------------- William, fed up with his stepmother's outrageous behavior, takes drastic action. If you're offended by explicit depictions of physical discomfort this story probably isn't for you. ------------------------- He untied her cords and she remained perfectly still in the bed, her ass up and cheek resting against the smoothness of the sheets, until he turned her on her back. She ran her fingers through his deep coffee colored hair while he lovingly ministered to her body, alleviating her suffering by baptizing her injured nipple with the sweet fluids of his hot virgin mouth. He then bathed her entire breast with his tongue, and then did the same to the other. "Oh William you're so sweet when you want to be," she breathed softly. Julie raised his head looking in his eyes before she kissed him. The light of his passion pulsed hotly there sending a strong shiver done her spine. She parted his lips with her tongue and probed the burning sweetness of his tissue, as one hand dropped to fondle that sweet, vulgar hardness, between his legs. She felt it lurch against her hand as she softly stroked, she swore she could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat there, as it labored for his blood. She lowered her face to his groin and began to work her mouth around his heavy muscle. Drawing in, as much as she could to coat it with the moisture of her mouth, then pulling back, sucking as hard as she could while she pulled sliding off with a loud pop. It became even firmer and achieved even larger proportions as she manipulated him. His body's cringing reaction to her manipulation of his giant organ, made her smile with a sense of pride. She continued to tease his raging, stiff, masculinity with her sweet warm mouth and gentle lips, until he was shivering fiercely and calling her name urgently. He disengaged from Julie's wanton revelry and pulled her up to kiss her mouth. He had discovered his mother was quiet good at this, and he enjoyed it tremendously. He leisurely necked with her, savoring the sweet fruit of his evil act. He then laid her back beneath him, and looked down on the glorious temple he was about to enter and lusted for it. He laid his massive hardness on her crotch and began to move against the folds of her body, and ran the big monster back and forth in the moist valley of her crevice, lubricating it with the sweet, oozing dew, of her body. He slipped the head between the swollen lips of her opening slowly, then shoved forward into her deeply, to her intense satisfaction, and full joy. She groaned deeply in her throat, and thrust her glistening pelvis upward in a rotating fashion, seeking to slam her cunt fully against pubs. The sound of her sensual orchestrations reverberating around them thrilled William nurturing the energy of his lust. "God Bill, what you do to me!" Julie whispered to her son. Bill placing his mouth near his mother's ear whispered back, "You're a shameless slut Julie, a woman that has to be controlled before she can come, dominated before she can care. You love the way my cock feels in you don't you slave?" "Yes Bill, and I'll be anything you want me too!" He hammered his impatient mass into her body, as she twisted, and contorted underneath him. He went at Julie like a sex starved maniac, ripping into her wet clutching organ. Until she cried out, spewing hot fluid all around his hardness, clutching the sheets tightly, and quaking fiercely against his hard lean body. Looking up into her master's eyes, she smiled with a peaceful light in her own. She felt more wonderful than she had in ages, like she use to all the time, so very long ago. Placing her lips close to his ear she spoke softly to her lover, "Tell me you love me William, please!" He didn't reply but moved from the bed before speaking. "Remain here Julie, until I return." Her eyes misted as he moved away. Watching him go she questioned if she had killed his affection toward her for good. God she would die if that were true. She had somehow lost sight of the most valuable things around her without even knowing how, or when. He was so handsome now, tall with broad shoulders like his father, and she adored him. When he returned he stood beside the bed looking down at her coldly. An ornate black satin choker in one hand, a single golden colored metal ring at its center. In his other a long fine chain with golden loops at both ends, one large the other smaller. You will wear this whenever I request it Julie. After I tether you, you will speak to no one. You will not speak to me unless I address you directly. You will not venture off by yourself; you will do nothing, say nothing with out my permission. You will not use my given name when chained; I am "Sir or Master, always!" Do you understand me Julie? If I tell you to kneel, you will sit with your bottom resting on your calves underneath you. Your hands will be folded in your lap and your eyes lowered to the floor, you are to remain in this position until I tell I give you permission to move. She wanted to cry, there was ice in his eyes as he looked at her. She knew he was dead inside and would never be her dear smiling son again. The knowledge of it pained the most private region of her heart, and the pain of that wound sprang radiant in her eyes, bleeding them moist, as she trembled at the verge of tears. "Yes sir, I understand, and will obey," their was pain in her voice as she spoke, softening both her inflection and features. "You will now prepare a bath for me as I rest here. When it's ready you'll return and stand by the bed waiting for me. When I go you will follow and you will bath me. Do you understand me Julie? "Yes sir," she replied, when she turned away to attend his biding, there were tears rolling down her cheeks. So far, so good, William thought, she'd had her first orgasm and been softened up a bit. It looked as if it may work after all. He hoped so; he didn't want to see the family break up. She returned and stood quietly by the bed, her hands folded in front of her. "Bend down woman," as she complied he slipped the satin choker about her lovely neck and fastened the golden chain to it. Then with his hand at the back of her head he drew her down for a kiss, and for a moment she forgot the pain in her heart, as she lost herself against the tenderness of his kiss. He then rose from the bed saying, "You will walk in front of me, that I may admire the sway of your hips. Proceed!" William did just that, as he surveyed the gentle roll of her full hips, and the movement of her awesome creamy cheeks. Half way across the room he tugged on the chain, she stopped immediately in her tracks. He turned her, and sought her lips with his. She raised her hands holding the back of his head, and passionately probed his young mouth with her tongue moaning with the pleasure of his sweetness. His fingertips slid smoothly over the satin skin of her breasts. They stood in this embrace for some time, enjoying the titillating sensation of each other's lips and tongues. Both, feeding a rising hunger in their respective bodies, as their hands caressed and fondled every sensitive area they could reach. "Proceed," he commanded, somewhat breathless now! "Yes Master." She looked into his eyes briefly before turning, searching hopefully for some sign of tenderness, but seeing nothing but lust she moved on. She desperately needed him to love her, but could not say so. She deliberately sashayed her hips deliciously before his eyes, hoping as she did, he enjoyed the scene. "He stopped her again speaking in her ear his body pressed against hers, "You have the most wonderful swing Julie!" He whispered. Reaching back she placed her hand behind his head and drew his face forward next to hers. Turning her lips she kissed his cheek and whispered back, "Thank you Bill." "Get in Julie, I'll bath you first," he said. The movements of his hands over her body were the gentle touch of someone caring, and considerate. His touch was a caress of love, by a heart that held deep and profound feelings for her, "Was it imagined and born out of her own need for approval, or was it in fact a true indicator of his feelings for her ... she was in agony to know the truth!" Whatever the case, his hands were soothing and full of comfort, with a tenderness she hadn't felt in years. But his eyes 'Those damned lying eyes' said otherwise, they were cold, lifeless pools of color when he watched her, her gift to her son. Once again her heart broke, and she felt like crying, and this time she did. "Woman, what is it?" "Nothing sir I just, its nothing at all," her voice laced with deep emotion as she spoke. His finger traced her cheek, turning her face to his, their eyes locked, and he saw her pain. He stroked her cheek and the side of her neck gently. She cried the more as she stretched herself to his lips, finding the sweetness of his mouth. And consoled her breaking heart in that place. Her arms about his neck clinging to him, desiring the emotional closeness their bodies now shared. He held her that way, like a little girl that had scraped her knee, until her pain passed. He desperately wanted to say the words she longed to hear. To tell her he loved her deeply, both as a mother and a woman. But knew after tonight he could probably never do so again. Not if he intended to save her marriage, and his family. He finished bathing Julie's beautiful body. Then holding her hand steadied her as she gracefully dismounted from her bath. Taking the large towel and kneeling in front of her he began to briskly dry her off. The scent of her musk and vanilla soap was heavy around him, pleasing his nostrils, seducing his senses. She looked down and watched the muscles ripple in his back as he knelt and vigorously toweled her body. He was so considerate of her, so gentle. She wouldn't believe he didn't love her, he must; in spite of the signs she read in his eyes. And if not, he would again, because she would find a way to restore those feelings in him. Kneeling there at eye level with her mons, he couldn't resist just one little venture into the recess of her vulva to gently bath her clit with his warm tongue. Once the taste of her body was on it, he continued, not wanting to stop, even plunging it deeply between the sweet lips of her warm passage. Her fingers finding his hair, softly urged him to continue his gentle feeding. Her voice whimpering as she moved her body softly against his face. She was so fucking adorable; he wished he could tell her so. Finally, not really wanting to, he relented before he lost complete control, as he knew he surely would. He slipped into the soapy water, letting its heat penetrate and soothe his body. Her hands were on him instantly, as she began to massage his chest. It didn't take Julie long to find her way to his massive hardness. He could measure the softness in her eyes, as her hands moved lovingly over him. Her touch was like a gentle spell, cast lovingly against his skin, the softness of her fingers penetrating to the center of his soul drawing him steadily to the glowing warmth of her heart. "Sir, I'm loose, may I speak?" "Yes, my dear." "I know you didn't achieve satisfaction with me before. I would be happy to accommodate you in any fashion you might require, if it pleases you my Lord." "Right now you please me very much Julie, and yes when I'm finished I'll take refreshments in your bedroom, and you as well! I wont tether you again tonight Julie, I want you free to speak and move." Joy sprang up in her with such intensity, that she feared she might burst. And enthusiastically she kissed his mouth again. She rushed to finish his bath so she might spend time pleasuring him. When the bath was over he stepped from the tub and she rushed to buff him down. "Master, may I touch it?" "Of course you may." She gulped it, or as much of it as she cold handle, her small hand softly squeezing his stones. She went at him like someone possessed of a dark lecherous spirit. Bill knew he had to stop this but pronto, or he would soon blow the back of the poor woman's head off. She was incredibly intense. "Julie stop! And go ahead downstairs, get my drink and wait on the bed for me." He could see the disappointment, in the flash of her eyes as she looked up at him. But she stood, and moved immediately to fulfill his wish. He finished in the bathroom and headed for Julie's bedroom. She was already there with his soft drink, lying to one side of the bed on her back. He reclined on his side looking over at her sensational body, reaching out and stroking her proud nipples as he did. "I want you to straddle my face slave, I want your taste on my tongue again! I want your mons shaved clean of body hair Julie, you have such a beautiful, high prominent mound, it's a shame to cover its glory," still teasing her nipples. "Yes master, will tomorrow be soon enough?" She asked, excitement at the prospect of pleasing him in any way, evident in her voice. "Yes Julie, that will be fine." He placed his hands behind her ass and his mouth over her clit. Then began to softly flick her hard little nub. She began to rock gently against his mouth in time with the movements of his tongue on her. His finger sneaking over, to lightly nail dance over her sensitive anal opening, teasing it playfully to make her body jerk. He loved the little jerks, and gasps it produced in her. "Oh Master, you're so good for me!" she sighed. She was heating up under the continuous flirtations of his mouth, moving a little more aggressively now, her sweet spicy fluids more abundant than they had been. Reaching back, her small hand wrapped around his rigid mass and began to temptingly squeeze, and stroke, the lurching monster she adored so. "What your hand is doing, feels good Julie!" She was shaking almost uncontrollably now. Bill quickened his oral movements stabbing at her tiny opening urgently, like a small penis on the verge of its climax. It drove her to a continuous low wail, waiting ... he patiently held back for the right moment. When he felt it arrive, he shoved his finger deeply into her anal slit, and Julie instantly drove forward on his face and cried out. "I'm coming my Lord, o-oh G-God!" She writhed intensely above him, shuddered fiercely, her gasps sporadic, and impassioned! The intensity of her cry made him chuckle with delight. And he enjoyed immensely being smothered with her charms, as she wiggled and moaned. The little quakes, and shakes, and salty whimpers, teased his ego and made him rock hard below. When she regained her wits she looked into his eyes searching for some shred of approval. "Do I please you master?" She asked, as her delicate hand gently squeezed his burning organ. "Yes Julie, very much." "Moving to his ear, as if sharing some deep, vital secret, she ask, "Do you love me then Master?" He placed his arms around her, running his hands to the cheeks of her bottom, then gently squeezing her there said, "You please me Julie!" "Damn you Sir, damn you, you opened my heart forcefully and called up its tenderness, now why won't you love me as I love you! You created these feelings in me, now you act as if you don't want me to care. Please Bill don't be this way!" She was on the verge of tears, her heart breaking inside, but at last she quit the fight, in the face of her disappointingly futile effort to reach him. Her heart sank within her as she pulled back to look into his eyes, her own veiling with the mist of her disappointment. And for an instant, as he watched her he faltered. The wall of ice that had served him so well until now, shielding his feelings from her, melted suddenly, leaving him defenseless and vulnerable. And he was forced to look away. Before her cunning eyes could know the truth, that he was more of a slave to her, than she to him. "Now move closer and kiss me," his voice low and unsteady as he spoke, as he tried desperately to hide the truth in his heart from her. "I love you Master," her inflection soft and rent, as she voiced her endearment! Her lips softly touched his and he was instantly flushed with her wonderful warmth. Her tongue trailing a path of sweet fire in his mouth that fell directly on his manhood making him flinch. Her hands roamed to the hardness between his legs, its throbbing heat stirring her exciting. She loved how it twitched as she stroked it. They necked that way, exploring one another completely, thrilling at the sweetness of the lust they shared, and the closeness of the moment. Reaching between their bodies's she aligned his hardness for entry to her sex, and then slowly lowered her body to meet his, his stiff mass, parting the shapely folds of her enraged vaginal lips. It felt as if they were sucking at the head of his cock, coaxing him deeper into the pit of her fire. He groaned at the sudden sensation of her rippling warmth, and the clutching tightness of her passage. He could clearly see when she rose on the upstroke; his shaft was covered with her cream, the sight was awesome, the fragrance even better. She rocked and wiggled; clutched and rotated, making him delirious with the sensation of her moves. She was a demon from the dark-side, an automated fuck machine from hell, pulling his life force out of his body through the thin slit in the head of his own cock, and making him love it as she did so. He began to pound upward against her slight form, fucking himself into her like a wild man. Like some animal breeding his bitch, nearly tossing his mistress from the bed. He understood her smile when she knew he was at the edge, he knew she was joyful at what she had brought about in his body. He knew, that the urgency she had created in him was validation of her sexual prowess, a reinforcing affirmation of her sexual abilities as a woman. He knew the feeling of power it instilled in her, He knew... he loved that smile... and everything it stood for! Then it exploded from his bag, burning its way in sweet agony along the underside of his cock, as it traversed his length. Like a thunderbolt burned into his brain with a blinding flash of light, rushing madly to its exit, his fire catapulting itself into the hot receptacle wrapped around his pumping hardness. His voice booming like thunder, as he filled Julie with his hot seed, his body twisting fiercely in the sweet painful fire of his release. He pulled her down and held her next to him, holding her there. "The master slave game is over for today Julie, perhaps we'll play again tomorrow." "Tell me you love me sir, please!" she begged him. Bill diligently considered the scope and depth of his response, but it was the gentle plea in her loving eyes that defeated him, his fortifications stormed, and laid waste, by the tenderness of woman's heart. He did "after all" love her deeply, he only hoped it wouldn't turn out to be a mistake! "I'm wild in love with you Julie, I never stopped caring about you not for a single moment!" he whispered. Impassioned by his response both hands went to his hair where she held him, as she forced her lips to his exuberantly, and sealed the commitment of his statement with her kiss. "Sleep with me tonight my Lord ... here, please!" She was soft, warm, and crying again, the woman was gone, and the confused little girl had come home once more! "Julie, you couldn't keep me away tonight!" He turned on his side and drew her into his arms! Exhausted the two lovers took refuge in the silence of sleep, she, as close as possible to him, sheltering herself in the security of his arms! End