12 comments/ 259624 views/ 23 favorites Kristin's Surprise By: Pilot4029 ***This story was commisioned by Mistress Christine and latterly co-authored by her. I'd like to thank her for her inspiration and incredible ideas. Pilot*** Sara knelt down in her cell, hands tied behind her back, heart pounding. Today was the big day. Today she was going to meet the man that Mistress Kristin had been grooming for her. She knew what she had to do but despite weeks of training, it scared her. Sara didn't know who the man would be, but she knew she had to please him. Please him in order to please Mistress. And pleasing Mistress Kristin had become what made Sara feel happy and fulfilled. Looking back at the barely six months that she had known Mistress Kristin, Sara couldn't believe the change she has gone through. Until that day at the health spa – a birthday gift from her son – she had never been with a woman... she had never even heard much about BDSM. She just knew it was something perverse that some people crave for to fulfil weird sexual fantasies. And now... six months later... here she was, on her knees, dolled up like a cheap slut... waiting to be told to sexually please a man she never met...and why? Just so that she can please a woman she had come to adore, worship and... and yes, obey. Willingly, unconditionally. She shivered and the leather straps that held her arms together rubbed uncomfortably. Sara's hair was tied back into a ponytail. As ordered she had not worn panties, and her full breasts were bared. However the sheer black nylon stockings, lace top as always, and black patent leather high heels that Mistress always insisted on adorned her legs and feet. With every minute, Sara was becoming more and more nervous. The Mistress had booked a three-room suite at the Dorchester, a legend among London hotels. She had gasped as she was shown in, not having experienced such luxury before in her entire life. What she was told was her 'cell' was actually the adjoining bedroom. It had been designed with families in mind. Sara looked uneasily at the bunk beds. The ladder could easily be used for being tied to. Her head put through one of the rungs, her hands tied above her, her pretty arse in the air while Mistress bruised her with the plastic ruler, a bamboo cane, a leather belt. Or, her Mistress' favourite – the leather riding crop. Sara felt the sweet thrill of desire flow over her as she remembered the SWISH and SMACK on her backside. How she would squirm as Mistress struck her again and again, her bum wiggling and flinching as she cried out... And as the pain gave way to the slow wave of pleasure, the Mistress would make her watch as she slowly attached Her big black strap-on dildo onto Herself. Then She would make Sara beg. Beg to lick. Beg to suck. And the Mistress would not even let her kiss the strap on until She saw tears of desire in Sara's eyes. And then, she would be told "Suck it bitch. Suck cock..." and she would slobber over it, kissing and licking the black rubber dildo until it was all shiny and wet. As she sucked, the Mistress would tell her what position she wanted her in for the finale. For the FUCK. And finally, there it would be... right on the entrance of her pussy, slowly working its way between the folds of her pussy lips. The Mistress loved the missionary position most. It would enable Her to slap Sara's breasts and pinch her nipples as the dildo started going in. Inch by tantalising inch. Into her wet, warm pussy. Several times, she had been too eager and had squirmed, trying to feed the dildo faster into her pussy and she had been punished cruelly. Taken to the edge, and denied the pleasure of her orgasm. "Slut... you get as much cock as I want, when I want it and in the way I want it, is that clear SLUT?" And so Sara learnt. Learnt to wait, learnt to give her body up completely. To wait until ordered to move and match her Mistress's thrusts. Longing all the time to feel her cunt filled and filled and filled until it could take no more. And then... feel that one hard push of her Mistress' hips that would make the head of the dildo hit her womb... and push her over the edge and into heaven. And six months ago... she would have laughed if someone asked her if she was bi... if she liked sex with women... if she craved to submit. God... how did it all happen? Sara closed her eyes and remembered the day in the spa. The charming smile, the upper crust accent, the ease with which the elegant blonde walked into the fruit juice bar at the spa. How her eyes were drawn towards the woman as if controlled by a magnet. The skip of her heartbeat as the woman smiled at her and sat right next to her, offering a manicured hand and saying - "Hello, I am Kristin". God... time flew... the woman was a wonderful conversationalist. She spoke about her love for classical music, her passion for reading, she was simply the most exciting person Sara had ever met! And someone said accountants were boring! Well, not this one, not Kristin. How did it happen? WHAT happened? How did she succumb to the charm of this woman within the hour? With hindsight, it started right at the fruit bar, with the fascination by the woman's wit and charm. And it continued by the pool. The high-class gym was almost deserted that Tuesday. "No, you can't really go into the jacuzzi in your swimming suit! Come on... off with it!" Kristin's voice had been low as she issued what Sara now knew was her first command to Sara. It took her ages to understand that. She was about to protest... to say she wasn't used to baring her breasts in public... but Kristin's fingers were quicker. One swift move and the clip on her bikini top was open. God, was that woman a smooth operator. Talking all the time, explaining, soothing, calming... even as her fingers slid into the bikini pants and slide them down... all the way. Standing up, Kristin then removed her own top, revealing her 38d breasts with deep pink nipples. Erect. Sara could not help herself, her eyes zoomed in on the nipples and she felt strange waves of different emotions going through her as Kristin continued the chit chat. Relaxing her, soothing her... Sara did not even realise that out of modesty, she had covered up her own breasts with her hands until Kristin laughed – "Come on, bare those beauties, there is nothing to be ashamed of!" The leather straps - damn why couldn't she touch herself? Waiting for her Mistress always made her so aroused and normally, Mistress Kristin would allow her touch. Not to cum of course, just to touch herself, to make her more "needy". Her Mistress loved her needy. She loved to make her wait for the sexual release. Patience she told herself. Soon there would be a tongue on her pussy, maybe even a cock inside her. Oh God, this was so frightening and so exciting. Although Sara had been serving Mistress Kristin for six months since that day at the spa, they had only played in one-on-one situations. Well, a few times the Mistress had taken her online and made her do things with other women and men, but this was the first time She would be introducing someone for real! And what a journey those six months had been! In her forties Sara had discovered that she had a deep desire to be dominated. And, an equally strong desire to have sex with women. Well, so far, one woman only. Until the day in the spa, Sara had been a fairly conservative single mother who didn't really appreciate, or indeed have sex all that often. She'd spent most of her adult life raising her son, Mark, but now that he was 19 and virtually independent, she had much more free time. Since that day, she had been seeing Mistress Kristin at least twice a week and had discovered and done things she had dreamt or even heard about. Kneeling in the 'cell' she blushed as she remembered the elegant restaurant she had been made to masturbate in. "Now my little slut, let us give the waiter and that table over there a nice little show shall we? Remember, you have to cum right when the waiter pours the wine into your glass. And... he HAS to see your hand moving under your skirt... go ahead slut, start!" Managing to keep her excursions secret from her son, Sara had gone further and further down the line with Mistress until she agreed to play with a third person. Sara remembered the smile Kristin gave when she'd agreed. A huge grin. And it all started oh so innocently! Kristin offered Her hand to steady her as Sara walked into the huge jacuzzi, but – strangely enough, thought Sara at the time – did not let go of it as she slid her body into the warm. Bubbling water. Her fingers were so skilful, the chit chat so intoxicating that it wasn't until Kristin's hand was half way up her thigh that Sara even became aware of it. Initially, she was too embarrassed and confused to protest or say anything, but then she just froze as she realised that she was feeling something else as well. Something she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Sheer sexual thrill. Passion. Excitement. But by time her brain started to protest against this invasion by another woman's hand, Kristin had gone much further. Her hand was brazenly cupping Sara's pussy. Just holding it as she continued to talk sweet little nothings. As if nothing at all was happening as Her middle finger detached itself from the others and slid right between Sara's pussy lips. Her first orgasm hit her before she even realised it. She simply collapsed and if it weren't for Kristin's arms, she would have slid under water. "That's it my pet, just relax there... I know, I understand... it was sooooo unexpected, and so strong, wasn't it Sara?" She remembered how Kristin caressed her hair with her left hand as the right one still cupped her pussy. The tremors inside had taken a long time to subside and as they did, Kristin's skilled fingers started moving again. It was only much later, as she lay in her bed that evening that Sara was able to piece together the full details of the day. That she became aware that someone could have walked in on the two of them as Kristin brought her off to the second and third orgasm... the two following each other in quick succession and still in the spa's Jacuzzi. She remembered how soothing Kristin's voice sounded as she held her in her arms and explained that this was all natural, it was good... and that there would be much more to come. She did not even remember giving Kristin her phone number.. the aftermath of the orgasms was a blur in her mind. She did not remember herself dressing or leaving the spa... but she had obviously given the number because tomorrow morning, shortly after Mark left home, the phone rang and she heard that voice again. She remembered how her body responded to the voice immediately... the deep stir inside her. Deep inside her. She didn't understand how and in what way... but that voice had her sliding a hand inside her panties within ten minutes. And having an orgasm in twenty. And so it started... An innocent cup of coffee at the Leicester Square Starbucks... a dinner at a nearby Sushi restaurant in the heart of Chinatown... the rush back home so that Mark would not miss her and the kiss before they parted. And then the meetings in various hotels... sometimes as plush as the Dorchester... sometimes, and probably on purpose, in rundown, cheap bed and breakfast places... Soon, the word "slut" appeared on Kristin's lips. Usually, as She would pound the strap on dildo into Sara's pussy, making her wait for the orgasm. And then, the day when She calmly and casually said: "You're not just a slut Sara. You are MY slut. I own you. I am your Mistress." And then the sub/Domme games started... bondage... spankings, bossing her around... slowly but surely making Sara submit to Her every whim. She blushed as she remembered how Mistress Kristin loved to make her phone someone she knew... once even her own son Mark... and make her talk for what seemed like hours... as She slowly pounded her pussy with the strap on. Click. Sara woke up from her daydreams and memories and tensed up. That was the sound of the door to the main room being opened. The Mistress and Her friend were here. "Not one word from you, boy, just do the things you were requested." Mark nodded. He knew better than to disobey the Mistress, especially when she had given him such specific instructions. Turning around, Mark checked that the door was indeed locked, the DO NOT DISTRUB sign on the other side and only then faced his Mistress. Kristin was dressed in a long black leather coat, elegant but clearly designed to hide something. Sitting in the large armchair, She looked at him and slowly crossed her legs. The SWISHHHHH of nylon rubbing against nylon, as always, sent a shiver down Mark's spine. He shrugged off his black coat and carefully placed it on a hanger and into the closet. He then turned to face Mistress Kristin again and watching Her eyes all the time removed his shirt, one button at a time. She remained impassive, Her eyes watching coldly and following every move of his fingers. He pulled the shirt off and let it fall to the floor. As he was trained to do, he continued to look right into Her face as he took off his shoes and socks, kicking them under the bed. Before too long, he would be on his knees, collecting his clothes and laying them down neatly onto a chair. But first, he had to be naked. Off went the belt and then his trousers. Mistress had instructed him not to have any underwear and so Mark's young cock bobbed eager and ready out in front of him as his trousers fell to the floor. He then looked at his Mistress, awaiting Her first command. She smiled. "Once." Mark grabbed the base of his penis and grasping it firmly, moved his fingers so that his foreskin slid over the bulbous tip and then back again once. His hand then dropped to his side. "Twice." Mark repeated the action, his eyes on Mistress Kristin all the time. Already, little droplets of pre-cum had formed on the tip of his cock. The fingers moving on his hard young cock felt good... but even better was the thrill of doing as commanded. Being told what to do and what not to do... hell that was the untold pleasure that he had discovered over the past 6 months. It started innocently enough... with an e mail inviting him to install Yahoo Messenger and chat with a sexy woman... and within days, he was a willing slave to Her will. Masturbating as he was told, when he was told, in a way he was told. And cumming only when told. It was an amazing experience! He had always known that he was attracted to older women... hell... he even fantasised about his own mother! And he knew that he liked strong willed women, but it was only when he started his online sessions with Mistress Kristin that Mark fully understood his own sexuality and the depth of his desires to submit. Within two months, the cyber sessions turned into real time sessions and he was now completely committed to serving Mistress Kristin and doing whatever She told him to do. Standing up, Mistress Kristin undid the buttons on her coat and beckoned Mark over. Making sure his hands were clean he took it off her and placed it on a hanger and into the closet. Only then did he dare look back at his Mistress, wondering what She would be wearing. Kristin was wearing black leather boots with stiletto heels that ended just above Her knee. Above he could see Her expensive, black stocking tops, attached to Her tight black corset that pushed Her breasts up and together. The view was gorgeous... a generous expanse of creamy flesh bordered by the black lace of the corset cups. Mark allowed himself the luxury of remembering the rare occasions that Mistress allowed him to suckle on those 38D breasts, to nourish himself as Mistress caressed his hair and repeated "that's a good boy, suck... suck mommy's breasts". She would usually allow him to suck Her nipples as She wiped away his tears following a particularly brutal session. Pulling out a hair slide, Mistress Kristin shook Her blonde hair out and motioned towards her black bag. Her hands were covered with very fine black leather gloves going all the way up to above her elbows. Mark rushed to the bag an pulled out three items - a blindfold, a dog collar and leash. Kristin took the blindfold from him and placed it on the desk. She was unusually quiet... and the mysterious smile on Her face showed him nothing. Taking the collar and the leash, pointed to the floor right in front of Her and Mark swiftly knelt to accept his dog collar and the leash. "Stand up boy!" Facing Her slave, Kristin put one gloved hand around the base of his cock, the other one gripped the leash. As She spoke She slooooowly moved her hand up and down his throbbing penis. The sensation was ever so exquisite... thin leather, Mistress' skilled fingers... "Now, boy, let us keep this simple. You know what you have to do. I've selected and prepared a good slave for you to play with, but remember the rules - one: You obey everything I tell you to do. When I say it, exactly as I say it and without any comments." Mark heard Her chuckle as She picked up some duct table from the coffee table and closed his mouth with it. "Well, that will ensure you do not make any comments. Two: you don't say anything unless I tell you to, in other words, don't even think about removing the duct tape until and unless I tell you so. And three... you will love this..." Mistress Kristin blew Mark a kiss, attached the leash to the bedpost, picked up the blindfold and walked away from the boy as he stood naked, his cock still erect. Sara heard the familiar sound of her Mistress's high heels coming closer and she knelt up like an excited puppy. Kristin walked in quickly shutting the door behind her. Sara didn't even have a chance to glance into the other room and see her soon to be new sexual partner. "Hello my little slut." Kristin stood straight in front Sara and the middle-aged woman immediately leaned forward, pushing her face into her Mistress's crotch, sticking out her tongue and lapping hungrily. Kristin smiled, caressing Her slave's hair with her gloved fingers and thinking of what lay ahead. She enjoyed the eagerness that Sara always displayed and the speed with which she always went for Her pussy. Sara just loved to get to her Mistress's quim before anything else, it was a sure sign of her willing to please and to submit. Indeed, Sara had even developed a sense of pride about this. Well, we musn't let her become to comfy with this... Kristin chuckled and roughly pushed Sara's head away from her pussy. "We are keen, aren't we? Well there's plenty of time for that my slut. But first, before we get to the phase of licking my pussy and making me cum, I want to savour a bit of watching. I want some voyeuristic pleasure! I have chosen such a good boy for you to service. Remember, by pleasing him, you will be pleasing ME! So, when you feel his cock in your mouth, remember that I am watching everything, making notes and that I will be severely disappointed if you do not make that boy happy. Got it?" Sara trembled with excitement as she nodded and meekly said "Yes Mistress Kristin, I will do my very best to please that boy you have prepared for me. I will make You proud of Your cock sucking slut" "Oh, I am sure you will, I am sure you will... But first you must be blindfolded." Sara looked a little crestfallen and couldn't hide it. On the one hand, she knew from experience that the blindfold would enhance her other senses, but she wanted to see things also. Above everything, she wanted to see who was this mysterious "boy" as the Mistress called him. But, as she felt the regret that she wouldn't see a powerful throbbing cock in front of her... she also felt a surge of excitement that the mystery would continue... hopefully not through the whole session, thought Sara. "You won't wear it for too long," Kristin reassured Sara. "Only as long as it pleases me!" The Mistress leaned forward and covered her slave's eyes with the blindfold. The butterflies in Sara's stomach began to multiply as Kristin helped caressed her hair once again and then helped her stand up. "We will leave the leather straps binding your arms for now. Ready?" Kristin's Surprise Sara licked her ruby red lips. "Yes, Mistress." She heard the door click open and felt her Mistress' hand on her arm guiding her into the other room. As she slowly walked forward, trying not to trip and fall, Sara felt the tension increase. The frission made her even wetter, she hoped her male counterpart would like her, like the look of her body. Having learnt from her Mistress what men liked, she allowed her hips an extra sway as she walked, holding her legs as closely together as she could so that the man could hear the SIWSHHHH of her stockinged legs as they rubbed against each other slightly. She hoped her breasts didn't sag too much and that the mysterious "boy" would fancy her. She let her tongue slowly snake out and lick her lower lip as she felt her Mistress' hand pull her to a stop. "NOT A WORD FROM YOU! And stand STILL!" Mistress shouted. Wow, thought Sara, the male slave must have tried to make a sound. Kristin's instructions were always perfectly clear and She wanted them obeyed meticulously. Sara heard a sound that seemed to be a chain rattling. He must be tied-up, or leashed Sara surmised. What does he look like... is he handsome... does he like me? Will I be able to please him with my mouth, this must be so important for the Mistress, She has been setting it up for months now! Sara felt her Mistress's hands on her shoulders and meekly went down onto her knees, feeling the soft carpet as she knelt. Then she heard her Mistress moving forward and addressing the male slave. "Remember what the rules were, boy. Remember that you MUST obey me!" The chain rattled again. "Now, this is Sara. She is going to demonstrate what an obedient slave she is by sucking you first... and despite your protestations you still look like you could do with a blow job." He was still hard then, thought Sara as she heard her Mistress chuckle. Therefore, he must like me, he's not hesitating because of me. Well, I will show him. I will show him what a good cocksucker I am, I will make my Mistress proud of me! The thought of being desired created such a strong sensation between her legs, she deeply regretted that Mistress didn't instruct her to play with her pussy as she sucked the male slave... She was no so eager to feel his touch, to taste his cock, to start showing him what a great slut she was. She didn't have to wait for long. As the chain rattled once more Sara felt the warmth of another body close to her. Right in front of her she could sense the musky smell of an aroused male. She felt Kristin's gloved fingers caressing her hair... and coming down to her face... the forefinger on her lips. "Open your mouth, Sara, let's see you get ready for some cock sucking my slut!" Sara complied, opening her mouth in order to receive the man, for the next hour or so her new lover... Slowly but surely, Sara felt the tip of his cock brushing first against her cheek, obviously guided by Mistress's hand, she could feel the gloved fingers there too. Moving her neck and head like a snake she caught the cock in her mouth and began to suck hungrily. Hungrily, but slowly, she wanted this to last. She knew that Mistress was looking closely and she also knew that Mistress liked the final pleasure to be postponed as much as possible. So, this has to be a sloooow suck! The feeling was ecstatic, she could hear Mistress Kristin urging her to suck harder and deeper but by now she was in a world of her own, greedily lapping at the hard penis, taking it all the way in and out of her, making her mouth become cunt, just as Mistress had taught her. It was a nice, hard cock... swelling in her mouth even more and she felt proud to be doing this. To be showing her cock sucking skills to a complete stranger, not even knowing who he was, but doing it in order to please her Mistress. Inside her, between her legs, she felt a red hot fire. Her desire was so great from the simple knowledge that she had become a vessel, a tool of Mistress's. At that moment, Sara knew that she would take any cock She wanted, lap at any pussy, do WHATEVER she was told to do. At this moment, she was open to everyone and everything. The tears continued to roll silently down Mark's cheeks as he watched his own mother on her knees, breasts bare, just in a blindfold, stockings and a garter belt and heels... kneeling like a common slut... and sucking hungrily at her son, not even knowing it was her own flesh and blood she was pleasing with her mouth. He looked to the side and saw Mistress Kristin smiling at him. He just stood there, his mouth gagged with the duct tape, his arms hanging useless by his sides while his cock grew bigger and bigger inside the slave's mouth. His Mother's mouth! He was thoroughly shocked by what was going on, but he couldn't control his cock... and that cock was having the best time ever... in his mother's mouth. Even as he tried from the shame and humiliation, Mark couldn't stop his eyes from roaming over his mother's body, appreciating the mature curves, the fullness of her breasts, the way they swayed as she slobbered over his cock... Mark had known the Mistress a long time, he had played with other women before under his Mistress's tuition, he had served her well, but he'd never foreseen anything like this. He was confused, ashamed, embarrassed... he felt so guilty! Why had his Mistress done this to him. And to his mother! Was this is a test? Would she take the blindfold of his Mum at all? And only then...something else struck him and he felt even worse! It was obvious that his own Mother knew Mistress Kristin. Knew her quite well for some time obviously! He looked down and through the tears he saw Mistress Kristin kneeling next to his mother, caressing her breasts, whispering dirty words into her ear. He saw Mistress' gloved hand slide down his mother's naked breasts, down her stomach and disappearing between her legs. Obviously, she started to tease Mum's pussy because Sara suddenly doubled her efforts and sucked like her life depended on it. His own Mother... a cock sucking slave! He tried to take off the collar, to move away, to take his cock out of his mother's mouth... but then he saw Mistress looking at him, her eyes burning into his soul. Mark knew that he had no chance of rebelling. His conditioning, his... loyalty belonged to Her. He just couldn't disobey. He swallowed the need to cry out and instead, the tears continued to run down his cheeks as his balls tingled with excitement and swelled with the tension. He usually enjoyed crying after a session, such a massive stress reliever... but not this time... he felt dizzy and sick. It was his own MOTHER for crying out loud - and yet, he couldn't deny the fact that his cock was hard, sucked expertly by the bitch on heat kneeling in front of him. No - he couldn't think of her like that - she was still his Mum... maybe though if he thought of her differently... Maybe, maybe Mistress didn't know they were related... yet it seemed unlikely, she was an intelligent woman, this seemed too well orchestrated. His Mother had him in her mouth tight, he couldn't pull back with severely hurting himself. Mistress Kristin slowly stood up and brought her gloved hand up to his lips. The leather-covered middle finger was gleaming with wetness... Mark's heart skipped a beat as he realised it was his own mother's pussy juice there... right in front of his lips. And, there was no escape; he knew only too well what it meant when Mistress brought a wet finger to his lips. Obediently, Mark opened his mouth and felt the soft, wet leather slide between his lips and he sucked... tasting his own mother, tears running faster down his cheeks. Mistress leaned forward and whispered, her warm breath caressing his earlobe. "Your mother is tastes well, doesn't she Mark. I bet you like the taste of her cunt, you will have much more of it soon!" With a PLOP, the finger was out of his mouth and he saw Kristin picking up a leather riding crop from the coffee table nearby. Both Mother and Son jumped a little as it swished through the air and Mistress returned to Sara's side. "She sucks well, doesn't she, boy?" Mark moaned, not knowing if it was from pleasure or fear. "But... I think it's time to take off her blindfold." Mark shook his head vigorously at the Mistress, his eyes wide with terror. He was pleading with his eyes... no Mistress, please nooooooo. What would his Mother do, what would she say, could they ever talk to each other again? It was a horrific gut-wrenching feeling that embraced Mark now. Meanwhile, Sara was patiently and slowly sucking his cock keeping her head steady as his body shook a little from side-to-side. "Oh, yes, I think so, boy. Well, why don't we ask her! Sara... stop sucking and just lick the cock and tell me, would you like the blindfold off? Answer as you lick, I want your words slurred by cock licking!" Sara slowed down the sucks... gradually turning them into licks, which aroused Mark even more even though he would never have admitted it. "Yeshh... Misshhtresslll sschhhlliiickkkkkk.... I want... liickkkkk... the blindlicckkkfolld... off pleasheee...lickkkk..." "Good, just what I thought... suck again slut!" As Sara's lips encircled his cock again, Mark noticed the slow and deliberate way in which Kristin untied the blindfold from Sara's head. It took Sara a few seconds to adjust from total darkness to the half-light of the hotel room, she concentrated on sucking for a second longer as she blinked. Then she looked up. First, she admired the fit, young body of a young man in his late teens... and then looked up at the face and you could almost hear the thunderbolt as it struck her... This was her son... her only son... Mark! The sight of her son's naked body, his mouth covered with black gaffer tape made Sara choke. Struggling to get her arms free she opened her mouth wide squealing in horror and pulling away... falling onto her back in the process. Mark immediately took a step back as his Mother gasped for breath, coughing, trying to stand up. Kristin's firm hand pushed the distressed Mother back to the floor. Her stockinged legs kicking. "Listen to me now both of you. LISTEN!" The cane swished through the air and struck Mark's chest. Mark dropped to his knees and reeled at the blow, Sara stopped looking at her son, her eyes turning towards Kristin. Her feeling of horror was mixed with anger at the Mistress and concern for her son. Kristin stepped right in front of her, her voice low. "Sara, unless you want to be gagged as well you will listen to me and I will explain why I have done this." Sara opened her mouth, still in shock unable to find the words. This was a nightmare. She must be dreaming, she had to be dreaming! "Both of you, relax..." Kristin walked over to an armchair. "Position one," she commanded. Neither Mother nor Son moved. The Mistress sighed. "Sara and Mark... I have photos of both of you in compromising positions with other people and now with each other. Furthermore I could walk out of here with all your clothes and you would have to explain your predicament to the hotel staff. Would you like that or are you going to hear me out?" Mother and Son looked at each other, fear, frustration, anger and sympathy all crossing their faces. Both felt lost, confused, embarrassed and still in shock. And guilt at what they had done also began to set in. The look on Mark's face made his Mother react. They had to say something, make some sort of stand... "Wait!" Mark looked at his Mother as she spoke. "Yes, Sara?" asked the Mistress. "You will say what you have to say and then we can just walk away?" "Perhaps... perhaps not, Sara... wouldn't you miss me, hmm?" "You bi- " "THINK CAREFULLY about EVERY word you say, Sara!" Kristin warned. Sara looked at the floor in despair, this was wretched, a moment ago she'd been in heaven and now this... She needed to put her own feelings aside and worry about her only son. "It's going to be alright, Mark." It was the first time in years, she'd reassured her Son about anything. In the depths of her despair, the moment gave Sara a little glimmer of parental control that made her feel good. She quickly suppressed it. Mark nodded in response. "Now, position one!" Both Mother and Son wearily crawled over to the feet of their Mistress. "Both of you focus on me for the moment, Mark look up." The boy complied and the Mistress ripped the tape off of his mouth. "AGHHHHH... OH FUCK!" exclaimed the boy. His face stung, the pain distracting from the awful feeling in his stomach. "Why, why did you do this? You sick, twisted FREAK!" "MARK! You will be quiet and you WILL listen to me. Or else, I walk out and you explain the situation to hotel staff and deal with the pictures of your mother sucking your cock, which I will send to the media. Now, do I have your attention? Good, both of you lick while I explain." Reluctantly both Mother and Son dipped their heads and set to work licking the shiny black leather of their Mistress' boots. They had no choice, they realised that the alternative was so much worse... the dawning fear of discovery and blackmail had overtaken them. "Here were two people. One, a young man coming into his sexual prime. Another a woman in her forties just riding on the crest of hers. Both of them going to waste each night, masturbating in front of a computer when in reality they should be doing each other... Lick higher both of you! "Now, Mark... let me tell you about your Mother, a fine upstanding member of the community that she is. The prude... one would think she never went to the toilet lest alone had sex! Well, not only does she love sex, she also likes to be told what to do, when to do it and how to do it. She loves being ordered onto her knees to suck my dildo and then get fucked with it, while she's tied to the bench." The comments made Sara feel sick, her sexual experiences and likes told to her Son in such an explicit way, portraying her as a common, submissive slut! Even worse was the feeling that she was becoming aware of. As her tongue flicked over the black leather boots, Sara became aware and disturbed by the fact she was still wet. Dripping wet. "And then, we have your Son, Sara. He was everything I needed in a sub-man, intelligent, handsome and an expert tongue... but then he enjoyed being spanked too. Did you spank him when he was a boy, Sara? You should do it again now... often! You will find out that he gets a great thrill from it... And oh when he sucked my tits after I had him laid out on the couch, he confessed to me that he fantasised about you. Yes, you... his own mother! He imagined you in your work clothes coming home in the evening and then shoving you roughly over the kitchen table... and having his way with you. Or, he would fantasise that you would come back from a party in that green evening dress of yours, yes the one with huge slit, oh yes, I've seen it... and you go into your Son's bedroom, climb on top of him and grind your pussy into his face. Does that shock you, Sara?" Mark's heart went into a Formula 1 rhythm, his blood pounding in his veins... He felt like dying, disappearing from the face of the earth... bursting into tears again he couldn't look at his mother at all, now that Mistress had told her that he had jerked off thinking about her, his own Mum. The humiliation was almost too much. He wanted to die... but then... he also realised that his cock still stuck out, persistently, in front of him. Hard as a rock, the head glistening with pre-cum. Kristin continued. "So when I made the connection it was too good an opportunity to miss. I had to make this happen and once you get over the shock – which might take some time - you will be happy. You will come to enjoy fucking each other..." "Nooooo NEVER!" the outburst came from Sara who was also crying too now. "You can't make us, you won't!" Mistress Kristin pushed Sara away and then stood up. She pulled on the chain connected to Mark's dog collar and almost choked him as she pulled him into the centre of the room. "On all fours, boy!" Mark looked at his Mother, still kneeling, her hands still tied behind her back. He slowly got down onto his hands and knees. "I'm sorry," he mouthed at her. Sara just stared, not knowing what to say. THWACK! The riding crop lashed at Mark's backside and he cried out in pain as he felt the sting of the leather on his skin. THWACK! THWACK! The next two strokes came quickly as Mistress bent down to run her gloved hand over the boy's arse. "You two will fuck... There's only so much pain the human body can take before it passes out. Isn't that so, Sara?" THWACK! "OH GOD!" cried Mark as the crop once more landed on his backside. "All your Mother has to do is agree to open her legs for you and this stops, Mark." Sara's brain registered the words, her brain fuzzy and foggy... She was cursing herself, so angry that she had allowed herself to be in this position: helpless, tied and incapable of standing up to this woman. Could she do it? Could she allow herself to be fucked by her own Son to save him from the merciless lashing? THWACK! The tears were welling up in Mark's eyes. "No, pleeease stop!" Sara's voice was cry from her heart... she couldn't bear to see her son beating like this. Kristin looked at her coldly. "Well, you know what it takes to make me stop, Sara. Tell me that you are ready to open your legs and get fucked by this young stud, let him take his mother's cunt and make it his own." THWACK! Mark's hands rolled up into fists as he bit his lip trying to control the pain. As he looked down, he could see that his young cock was still rockhard. "I... I..." Sara couldn't speak. "I know you're still wet, Sara, let him fill that aching pussy..." The voice was soothing, calm... Almost hypnotising in tone... Mark suddenly caught his breath as he felt Mistress's hand on his cock, milking it to a full erection once more. "He's ready, Sara... Your son's cock is soooo hard... for you, for his mother. And his arse is so sore from the crop" THWACK! Sara looked up at her Son's arse... red and battered. She found herself nodding. "Say the words, Sara." "I..." "SAY IT!" Sara looked down at the floor, fighting the tears as she spoke, her voice meek "I will let my Son fuck me." Kristin smiled and gave Mark's cock one final flick with her fingers. She then yanked on his chain. "Up, boy and stay where you are." The Mistress took a step towards Sara. "Any attempt to do ANYTHING, but get fucked by your Son and I walk out of here with those photos! You try to scream, run away... Do ANYTHING else but open your legs for your son and I am out. Understand? " Sara nodded and felt the bonds holding her arms loosen, as the leather straps were undone one by one. Sara could move them now and she did, returning her circulation back to normal, but she felt weak from being tied for so long. "Don't worry, you only need to get onto the bed, on your back... and open your stockinged legs. Come on, come along." Wearily looking back at her son who had his arse out in the hoping the pain would die down, Sara walked over to the bed and got into the position. Mark couldn't help it... his eyes wondered over to the bed and he felt a wave of excitement hit him as he saw his mother on the bed... knees slightly bent, her stockinged legs open. "Mmm," said Kristin. "Perfect for a Son to his Mother." Mark felt the chain yanked around his neck. "Over here, boy". Slowly and still bruising with the pain on his backside, Mark crawled over to the bed. "Look at your Mother's cunt, Mark. Look at the pussy you came from framed by those delightful black stockings... I know you've thought about this, so savour the moment." Ashamed of his cock still standing rigid Mark tried to look away, but a tap on his arse prompted him to look back at his Mother's open, wet hole. Kristin's Surprise "Now, Sara... come on... let me hear you invite your son to climb between your legs and fuck you. You know me... you know what I like so make sure the words are the ones I want to hear. You get them wrong, and Mark gets ten more of these..." THWAAAACKKKKKK "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA..." Mark couldn't control the scream as the unexpected blow landed on his arse. Sara saw the scene looking down between her opened legs. Tears filled her eyes, she knew what she had to do. "Mark... my son... please... please son, come onto the bed with mummy... come, kneel between my legs...see... I put on the black stockings you like so much... come on son, get between mother's legs and fuck mummy... give mummy your hard, young cock Mark, please my son... Fuck mummy!" "Mmmmm great! Wonderful Sara... know something, I believe that was a GENUINE desire... Well, what are you waiting for, Mark? Do it, push your prick in there and take her. Come on!" Sliding up onto the bed, Mark was soon kneeling between his mother's legs, cupping his cock in his hand. His lips whispered "I'm sorry" and he leaned forward and pushed his prick into his Mother. The feeling of being filled with young, hot, rampant cock made Sara swoon, momentarily forgetting about the shame and guilt, she felt her body instinctively push back and then cursed herself for it, she mustn't respond to this. She mustn't give Mistress the satisfaction. "Come on, boy, put your back into it, give mummy a good fucking!" Another tap on his arse, jerked Mark into activity. With his hands reluctantly resting on his Mother's hips he began to fuck his own Mother. Sara felt the intense rhythmic pleasure of the cock forcing its way deeper and deeper into her cunt, and even though tears ran from her cheeks she found her own sensations bursting. Then she gasped aloud, the Mistress had begun to gently finger her clit while her Son pounded his cock inside. "That's it, Mark. Keep going... this is incest. Sweet, glorious incest, every Mother and son should try it! You'll thank me for this, Sara," Kristin continued. "When you're lying back on your bed after your third cum draped over your Son's naked body, you'll say I was right to put you through this. Keep fucking her, Mark, take her deeply, be a good boy and make your mother cum!" The words were lost in the maelstrom of emotions Sara felt, she was moaning and mewling from crying... by now both from pleasure and shame, the orgasm building within her whether she wanted it or not. Mark cried out too as Kristin pulled down on his balls, the feeling inside him was tightening all the time, it was so pleasurable but oh so wrong... "Cum, both of you," Kristin demanded. "Cum and never look back, later you will hold each other tight and talk about this, but for now - CUM!" The finger on Sara's clit was too much, the slut-Mother cried out as the orgasm overtook her... she screamed, her head going back... her orgasm obvious as she screamed. Mark could hold on no longer either, the wanton son's seed exploded inside his mother's cunt, the cum shooting into her womb as he cried out, head back, the pain and the pleasure causing a deliciously dizzy rush. Sara screamed again as the hot spunk splattered over her insides, the cock pulsating in tune with her body. Mark let the last of his cum filter out before pulling his cock out and reaching forward to grab his Mother. Sara responded by turning to him and holding him tightly, whether it was out of fear or desire she would never know. And a voice from the chair by the desk said "Well done... finally some progress." Mistress Kristin crossed her legs. The End