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Bad Vibe: Domination Ch. 01

By: 49greg



This is a continuation of the Bad Vibe series, so reading the previous stories will put things in context. 

This story could be included in either of several categories: BDSM, incest, non consent/reluctance were the three I thought of. But since it includes incest I think that is the proper category.

The synopsis so far: Craig has an incestuous relationship with his mother Amy, as well as a submissive affair at University with the Head Librarian Maude. When he comes home for Christmas he finds Amy in bed with her partner Alice and joins them. Later he expresses to his mother his doubts about his submissive relationship with Maude. 

The Neighbors, are away for the holiday and have asked Amy and Craig to keep an eye on their house. When Craig checks their house he finds that Tom is a submissive cross-dresser and the couple have recorded their activities on DVD. Craig copies the home movies to his laptop. He also begins to discover a slightly dominant side of himself when he has sex with Alice in the dungeon they find in the house.

Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story includes scenes of graphic sex and violence needed to further the plot, and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth.

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Craig woke up the next morning just before dawn, it was still dark but on his way to the bathroom he could see the horizon to the east getting light. When he got back into bed he snuggled in closer to his mother to steal some of her heat. She was on her side facing away from him and he wrapped an arm around her and the other he tunneled under her pillow. His hips were scrunched up to her lovely bottom.

He felt his cock start to inflate, and it felt good. He snuggled it into the crack of his Mom's behind as his hand cupped a breast.

"Morning honey, did I wake you?" She whispered.

"Huh? No Mom, I just went to the bathroom."

"I know, I had just gotten back myself and settled down and you got up, I thought I woke you."

"Don't think so, I just woke up and had to go."

"Feel awake enough to put it to your old Mom?"

"Girls aren't supposed to want to do it in the morning."

"I know, but you make me horny all the time."

He started giving her little nibbly kisses on her neck, then around to below her ear, he took her ear lobe between his lips and tugged on it.

His hand left her breast and started moving all over her body, his palm caressing everything he could reach, her shoulder, her tummy, down her hip and along her thigh, around to her inner thigh and upwards, skipping to her tummy again, nearly up to her breasts, between her breasts and along her collar bone, over to her shoulder and along her arm, touching and sliding all over her.

His touch sent chills of excitement to her brain, and his little kisses seemed to send electric impulses directly to her nipples and then down to her pussy and back up her spine, she started to moisten and the muzzy early morning sleepiness pulled back a little. She felt wonderful, it was early morning and her sexy son was making love to her. She was glad she brushed her teeth when she got up earlier, and she hoped he had too.

He pulled on her shoulder, tugging her around onto her back, he snuggled up to his sexy mother again. He kissed her face, her brow, her eyes, her cheeks, her chin, all the time his hand was running all over her, everywhere except her nipples or her pussy, it was driving her crazy. 

Finally he kissed her mouth, at the same time his finger crept down her landing strip, over her clit and down her slit. Her hips lurched toward him in an uncontrolled jerk.

His tongue slid against her lips, back and forth, and her mouth opened to welcome him in. Yes! He had brushed his teeth. Her tongue flirted with his as his hand left her pussy and worked its way up to her chest.

He took first one nipple in his fingers then the other, gently squeezed first one, then the other, then returned to the first, he was squeezing and tuning a radio with it. Every man she had been with did that, clear back to high school. It must be instinct she thought to herself.

He didn't stay on her nipples for long as his hand wandered back to her pussy, sliding between her lips he brought her wetness up to her clit and started stroking it. 

"uhm, yes, just there baby, don't stop, I'm cumming quick, real quick, now, nooooowwwwwwww."

Her cum shot through her, it wasn't the best she'd ever had, but it felt good on a lazy morning in bed, when she knew she could go to sleep again soon.

Craig hadn't stopped, he moved his mouth to her nipples, taking them in his lips he would pull them out, then suck on them, he bit them lightly and flicked his tongue over the tips while he held the base in his teeth.

He only stayed on her breasts for a few minutes, he worked his way down her body, kissing and nipping until he got to her belly button, he slurped in there before he twisted himself around on the bed and started kissing her pussy.

By now his feet stuck out of the covers at the top of the bed and he pulled on Amy's hip and she rolled onto her side facing him, she lifted her thigh up and bent the knee, placing her foot behind Craig's head. Meanwhile Craig had gotten onto his side as well and his cock was in his mothers' face.

It stuck out hard and oozing pre-cum. She licked the tip tasting him, then put the head inside her mouth where she fluttered her tongue on it and sucked. She let go of his cock for a moment to suck on her own finger, getting it wet, then took her son's cock back into her warm mouth.

He was tasting his mother and exploring her folds with his tongue. A jolt of electricity shot through her when he plunged two fingers into her. She started a series of small mini cums as he licked her clit, she thought that she should have been too sensitive after that first cum for him to do that but it felt sooooo very good.

She took his cock further into her mouth as her hand found its way between his butt cheeks, slippery with her saliva it played with his bottom hole and slowly pushed into him. Craig gasped but kept licking her, his fingers started to push in and out as they curved looking for her sweet spot.

She didn't think either one of them were going to last very long as she plunged her finger all the way to the knuckle. He took her clit and sucked while flicking it with his tongue.

She pushed her head down onto his cock, swallowing as it went deeper, she continued to swallow, and when it got to the back of her throat she kept swallowing and it made it's way into her throat. She held her breath as it blocked her airway and kept swallowing.

The feel of her mouth sucking and swallowing his cock set him off, his fingers plunged all the way into her and curled the tips flicking back and forth as he nipped her clit with his teeth.

She needed air and then she came, she pulled her head back just enough to breathe, the got two lungfuls of air and he came. She gagged a little at the first shot, then pulled back so that just his head was inside her mouth, grasping the part of his cock that was outside with her free hand she pumped him and sucked while flicking the head with her tongue.

His fingers flicked her g spot then pushed into it, she clenched on them and her hips lunged twice into his face, her clit mashing against his front teeth.

For both of them time seemed to slow down as their orgasms ran through them. Amy's mouth filled with cum and she had to swallow some of. She wanted to save as much as she could so she could share it.

As Craig came down from his orgasm he felt Amy sucking and licking his cock clean. She reached down and tugged on his shoulder and soon he was turned the same way she was, enjoying the fresh air after being under the covers for so long.

She leaned into him and they kissed, Amy's tongue pushed past his lips and his mouth opened in response. She pushed his cum into his mouth, he swirled it around then her tongue dipped into it and they shared.

A few minutes later Craig was on his back with Amy resting her head on his chest and a leg thrown over him. He pulled the covers up and as the sun rose and brightened the room the two incestuous lovers dozed off, intent on a lazy morning.

Far to the South and West it was still dark, Nancy was semi awake in the rented cabin she shared with her slave husband. They found this place in the desert between Phoenix and Yuma, the cabin was old and while the outside was made of Railroad ties, the inside was paneled and fitted out like the luxurious winter rental that it actually was.

Her husband Tom didn't share her bed. It was times like this, just before dawn that she sometimes had a flickering doubt about her lifestyle, she used to love the early morning on a day when she could sleep in, just drift in and out and not worry about an alarm clock, with her husband curled up beside her.

Instead Tom was on the floor, he rested on a Navajo blanket with another over him. She had allowed him a pillow for his head. Over his face was the crotch of the panties she had worn while jogging yesterday. His wrists were handcuffed behind his back and his ankles were similarly fastened and a short cord between the two kept him in a hogtie position.

Nancy was thinking about Craig, when she had invited him to look at the R rated movies that they had stored in the basement TV room, she hadn't thought that their personal movies were still down there. But when she hung up the phone her sissy husband had a horrified look on his face.

She had told him before they left that she wanted them locked away safely, but now he wasn't sure that he had done it. That "not sure" had earned him a lot of strokes with her cane, enough that he wouldn't be able to forget for a few days.

Her fingers drifted down her tummy and into her panties, they continued down past her clit and between her lips, deeper, and in the vestibule of her cave she found wetness, she brought it up and began to tickle her moistened clit with light strokes.

At first she wasn't looking for an orgasm, she just wanted to enjoy the feeling for as long as it took to get back to sleep. She kept it up and started to stroke a nipple with her other hand. A quick mini cum hit her as she thought about the neighbor boy, Craig. He wasn't so little now, he had started at the University in the fall.

Instead of going back to sleep she decided she needed more. She got up in the pre-dawn chill and went to her husband. Without saying anything she unlocked him and walked him around the room until he had loosened up from his cold night on the floor.

She took him into the bathroom where she made him sit to pee, then stood him up and removed his chastity tube. He immediately became erect, but knew better than to make any noise.

She put on some rubber gloves and rubbed desensitizing lotion onto his now erect penis, then placed a condom on his desensitized cock. After pulling off the gloves she told him to take her used panties off of his head and wash his face.

Leading him to the bed she got in, he stood by the bed a little confused.

"Get into bed with me Tommie."

"Yes mistress," he answered as he lay down beside her, his erection tenting the bed-clothes.

She leaned over to him and stroked his face.

"Poor little Tommie, how long is it since you came? Four weeks, five weeks?"

"seven weeks Mistress," he whispered back.

"Let's forget the Mistress and sissy slave for a while, I need a fucking, a real fucking and I knew you would cum too soon so I put on the cream, get in between my legs and fuck me, fuck me hard Tom."

"Oh Nancy, Nancy, I've missed you Nancy, I love you so much, I'm so hard, so hard, I wish I could feel you, Oh Nancy I love you."

He pounded into her, hard, as fast as he could, but with the condom and the cream, all that he could feel was a sensation of pressure as he entered her, and of course he could feel his pubic area pound into hers as he slammed his numbed cock into her again and again.

It wasn't fair, but it was what it was. He had started it, had asked, even begged her to dominate him. But after being reluctant at first Nancy had begun to enjoy it even more than he did, and had taken him so much further than he had ever imagined was possible. 

He was terrified that she would expose him to other people, if his employers ever found out about his desire to be dominated and feminized they would terminate him immediately. It was a good company to work for, but the owners were very conservative and insisted on a 'morality' clause in every employee contract.

Beside losing his job, there would be the humiliation of friends and neighbors finding out. Lately Nancy had talked about bringing in another man, either for her pleasure, or to control and enslave, she had even mentioned other women.

He didn't want to lose Nancy, and couldn't bear the thought of her being with another man, but she had conditioned him so thoroughly that he would accept anything she demanded. He hoped for another slave, male or female, to share the delicious tortures that his wife inflicted, rather than a man to cuckold him.

He pumped his desensitized penis into her, it was rare now for him to take the top position, and he was determined to make the best of it. The mental stimulation was incredible, the sight of her large breasts bouncing back and forth was almost too erotic to stand.

The idea that his dominant wife was now naked, lying with her legs spread, allowing him to loom over her as he plowed into her sacred vagina was as erotic as the sight of her breasts. He was hoping that he could cum from the mental stimulation alone.

Her legs curled around him, pulling him in, her pussy clamped down on him as her finger nails dug into his still sore back. She came, but poor Tommy didn't. Soon she was drifting back to sleep with Tommy spooning her from behind, his captive and numb penis slowly shrinking in disappointment.

As she drifted off she imagined what a good lover Craig would be, would she be able to seduce him, would he object to Tommy, perhaps she could enslave him as well? What about that cute mother of his, could she seduce and enslave Amy, perhaps force her to fuck her own enslaved son?

Later in the morning Craig and Amy were just finishing breakfast.

"Have you got all your Christmas Shopping done honey?"

"Sure do Mom, even got a book for Dad, and one of those little figurines that his wife likes, She emailed me a week or so ago and suggested some games for my half-sisters, I mailed it all off before I came home."

"I ..."

"I know Mom, it sucks, but Dad did what he did, and he could have treated us a lot worse."

"I guess, but ... well I guess I've said it all before haven't I."

"So, Tomorrow's the big day, have you got everything? I don't see a lot under the tree?"

"I hid them all, just so you wouldn't be shaking the packages and feeling how heavy they are. Just so you know, you WILL be getting socks shirts and underwear."

"Awwww Mom."

"And a few surprises."

"Thanks Mom, do you have any plans for tomorrow?" "Yes, you and I are going to stay home, eat, open presents and lounge around, we are also going to watch my favorite Christmas movie tonight - "A Christmas Carol" - the 1951 version with Alastair Sim, I got the DVD so I don't have to wait for it to come on TV."

"Awww Mom," he pretended to groan with a smile, he enjoyed it too, as his Mom well knew.

"But I have a few things to do today, among them getting you something I've been looking at for a while. So I'm going off on my own and you are free until this afternoon."

"OK, do you want me to check next door, I can pop over after the mail comes."

"Why don't you wait 'till I come home, we can go over together. I want to make sure everything is looking as it did when they left, Alice emailed me about what the two of you were doing there."

"Oh, sorry Mom." He had the grace to look a little sheepish.

"I don't mind you and Alice getting it on, although I would have liked to be invited, I just don't want you messing up their house."

"You're right Mom, but I was careful to make sure it was all back in shape."

"I still want to check it for myself."

Amy got her things together and soon departed.

Craig got the laundry that he brought from his dorm as well as what he had worn since he arrived home and started a load, he had the urge to be helpful and sorted his mothers laundry as well. While the laundry was going he went around the house and generally picked up, vacuumed and dusted.

He wanted to make things easier for his Mom, and hopefully make her happy when she got home.

A few hours later she came home with a few new presents, they had a simple lunch then headed over to Nancy and Tom's house, put the mail inside and Amy went from room to room checking that everything looked OK. Craig didn't tell her about the porn that he had found.

In the basement she told Craig to make sure everything was shut off and any videos put back. As Craig checked over the Video Center and straightened up the stacks of DVDs, he noticed an electronic box hooked to the TV and the DVD player/recorder. 

It was on the lower shelf and hidden behind the stacks of DVDs, he pushed a stack out of the way and bending over tried to look at it as he ran his hands over it.

"What are you doing there?"

He jumped at her voice and didn't realize that he hit a small switch.

"Nothing, just checking things out."

He straightened up the stacks of DVDs and walked over to his Mom. Neither of them noticed a tiny red light on the box light up.

Craig showed his Mom the Dungeon, they looked at the big wooden X cross with cuffs at the ends of the X and a belt at the center, as well as eye bolts at various places. There was also what looked like a small vaulting horse, the padded leather clad surface just about at waist height, with eye bolts placed here and there on it. There were hooks and eye bolts in the ceiling and lastly they looked at the chains set in the wall where Craig had fucked Alice. 

Amy was getting a little turned on by all this equipment, at one time she had fantasized about feminizing Craig and playing bondage games with him, but his time at the University, and for some strange reason his time playing a feminzed slave of Maude, had made him far more confident with women than he used to be. And, apparently, more dominant with women.

He seemed to be handling himself in a more positive and confident manner, she could see from their recent lovemaking that he was more dominant and she wondered how he would handle Maude when he went back to school.

She looked at the bondage gear in the cupboard and on the shelves and a little shiver ran up her spine.

"Is this where you and Alice ...?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"Uh, oh, um yes, she was sitting on the stool under these wall chains. Did you want to try?"

"No, well, not exactly, not now, not here." Her voice trembled.

"They've got these mats in the closet, I guess if someone was on the floor, it would be a little softer."

"I...I, uh, don't know if we should do anything with any of them, what if they found out?"

"There's no way they could find out."

Craig went over to his mother and put his arms around her.

"I'm sorry Mom, I didn't realize you were nervous, I though you were getting turned on."

"I was, I am, it's just here, I feel odd, like someone's watching."

"No way, we're all alone and I locked the door on the way in."

He gave her a peck on her cheek, she smiled back at him and he hugged her close. He knew she liked her neck being nuzzled and he did, giving her little kisses.

"Mmm Darling you know me so well."

She returned his hug and soon they were kissing, their tongues playing together as Craig stroked and cupped his mothers' breasts. His hand found it's way into her blouse and he was playing with her nipples through her bra.


Bad Vibe: Domination Ch. 01



She let go of him to reach around and undo her bra from outside her blouse, as soon as it loosened his hands were under her bra and fondling her breasts. His hands were soon playing with the belt, the button and then zipper of her jeans.

He was glad that he had turned up the thermostat before they came downstairs and clicked on the space heater in the dungeon as they entered. As the furnace pumped warm air into the cool basement room, and the space heater warmed it even more he pushed her jeans and panties down.

He let go of her to kneel down and pull off her winter boots, and then her jeans and panties. As he did that she dropped her blouse and bra. Naked except for her winter socks she stood with her legs slightly apart. She noticed a tiny red light in the top corner of the room, it was behind one of the light fixtures and in shadow, she thought it must be a smoke or carbon monoxide alarm. Neither of them saw the other two red LEDs, primarily because they had black electrical tape covering the lights, but not the lenses.

He nuzzled her nearly bare mound, noticing that, except for her landing strip, she was now baby-bottom smooth and realized that one of the things she had done this morning was get a wax job. He thought she wasn't getting in until after Christmas but she must have gotten her appointment changed.

She pushed her hips into him and opened out her stance, he leaned back on his knees as she slid her feet forward. Bending further and further back he had to brace himself with his hand.

She played with her nipples as he licked her pussy, flicked her clit with his tongue and explored her folds. Using his free hand he slid two fingers into her, almost instantly she had a quick cum. And soon after had to step back to keep him off of her now sensitive clit.

"That was so good honey, so good, you know all the best things to do to me."

"I love you Mommy."

He got to his feet, his face covered with her scent. Amy crouched to help Craig off with his boots and jeans as he got rid of his flannel shirt and t-shirt. When he too was naked save for the winter socks she lovingly took his erect cock into her mouth.

She slowly pumped her mouth over his cock sliding it in, then out as his hand rested gently on her head. It felt incredible and he let her continue for some time, but before he could cum, right after she actually got his cock down her throat, he tugged her up.

She stood facing him, her lips red from sucking him.

"Come here and give your mommy a hug."

The nearly naked mother and son hugged tenderly, she could feel his hard cock against her tummy, she loved the feeling. She tightened her grip on him and moved herself side to side, rolling his cock with her movements.

"That feels so good," he said when they broke their kiss. "But I want to fuck you mommy."

"The floor is still pretty cold honey, we are in a basement and it is winter-time."

Craig had an excited grin on his face.

"I could tie you to the cross thing, or against the wall, or over that padded horse thing," he said eagerly.

"That would be fun honey, but perhaps another time, maybe you could make things like that for us. How about here."

She gently pushed him back into a wooden chair with no arms.

"Just sit down here, let me do the work."

He sat down on the chair, it was cool but not bad, she spread her legs and settled in on top of him. She guided his cock into her pussy as she settled down on him. As he slid into her both of them let out a satisfied groan. They looked at each other and both chuckled at their simultaneous sigh.

There were two low platforms, one each side of the chair and she found that they were the perfect height to rest her feet on as she sat on his lap. 

"This chair was made for fucking," she whispered to him as she sat fully on his cock.

The chair was comfortable for both of them. He flexed upward and lifted her up, his mound pushing against her clit. She lifted up, then slid down, his cock was pistoning in and out of her as she lifted herself up and let herself down.

"I love fucking you Mommie," he said quietly.

"I love fucking you baby, my lovely son has grown up so handsome, and you have a lovely cock, I love your cock in my pussy."

"I love you Mommy."

"I love you son, I love my baby boy, all grown up into such a wonderful lover."

She threw her head back, and saw the two of them reflected in a mirror in the ceiling, she leaned back and could clearly see his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

"Look up honey."

"You are so beautiful Mom. So sexy."

They watched themselves staring straight into the mirror as the fucked slow and steady, then, after about five minutes of steady fucking, Amy started to feel another orgasm approaching.

"I'm getting close Craig, getting close, are you ready honey?"

"Nearly there Mommy, nearly there."

He started flexing up as she came down on him. She picked up speed, he clasped a nipple and squeezed it in time to their movements.

"I'm there baby, I'm going to...." And she came, grunting wordlessly

Craig made a similar wordless sound, somewhere between a sigh and drawn out grunt.

When they came down from their cum they stayed together, his softening cock still in her pussy, cum starting to ooze past onto his crotch.

She placed her hand over her pussy as she lifted off of him, not wanting to leave any for their neighbors to find. She quickly pressed her panties to her pussy as she pulled her jeans up. Craig tidied up and they left to go home.

The next day they enjoyed Christmas, being lazy in the morning they didn't get up until mid-morning after which they ate and then opened gifts. Amy was pleased with her presents and modeled all her new lingerie, which led to an impromptu sex session in the living room.

The next few days seemed to fly by. On the 30th the neighbors returned home. They came over to Amy's house and thanked her and Craig and offered to take them both out to dinner later on to pay them back for watching the house.

On New Years eve they had Alice over, her new Boyfriend Steve couldn't come but Sherry, the receptionist from their Real Estate office came and they all played board games, watched the countdown to the New Year and drank some champagne.

None of them were real party-goers and the Sherry left soon after. Alice stayed and she and Amy shared Craig and each other until the wee hours of the morning.

Alice went home the next day and Craig and Amy slept and walked around in their robes most of the day. The day after that, the 2nd of January, Craig headed back to the University after a wonderful early morning love-making session followed by a hearty breakfast.

Next door, Tom was worried, he had been ever since they got back and discovered that their X rated home movies were on the shelf for anyone to see. Nancy was alternately worried and glad. If Amy told everyone about their lifestyle it could get to Tom's employers who were very conservative, and would let him go.

On the other hand, if she didn't say anything perhaps Nancy could invite Amy into their little games. Or if she hadn't seen the videos then it was just back to status-quo.

A couple of days after Craig had gone back to the University Tom was getting things ready to head to Seattle. He was a highly respected consultant in his field and the management consultant firm he worked for gave him a lot of leeway in where he lived and allowed him to work from home when he wasn't actually traveling to a customer site.

As part of his preparations he checked the video recording system they had. It was started and stopped from a control box at the back of the shelving under the Basement TV. It routed the feed from the several cameras in their dungeon to a computer upstairs.

He wanted to make sure it was working OK, since Nancy sometimes made and sent videos to him when he was on the road. He was surprised to find that the system was on. When he checked the disc it was full. He then found the sex session that Craig had with his mother. He called to Nancy, she was delighted.

"One of them must have mistakenly turned on the control box, probably when they were moving discs around on the shelf. At least you moved it behind the DVDs while we were gone."

"That Amy is a good looking lady, I can't believe she is doing it with her son."

"I know, I wonder what she would pay me to not send this video to her friends, her family, the chamber of commerce, the real estate board."

"Nancy, you couldn't! Could you?"

"I'll think about it, our little goodie-two-shoes neighbor is committing incest with her son. I'm sure she'll do whatever I say to keep that secret." Nancy had an evil smile as she said that. She thought that maybe Tommie would soon have a fellow slave.

The next afternoon Nancy called Amy and asked if she could take Amy out to dinner, to show appreciation for looking after their house. Amy accepted and Nancy began planning.

On Thursday morning Amy emailed her son and told him that she was going to dinner with the neighbors on Saturday. Craig didn't think any of it and sent back a chatty email later that day.

Amy and Craig usually exchanged emails or texts several times a week, usually just short notes asking how things were, mostly just to stay in touch. Every three or four weeks they either called or sent a longer email.

On Friday night Amy dressed up. She wore a blouse and a longer skirt with boots that reached nearly to her knees, it was very cold out and she didn't want to have too much skin exposed. She still looked very attractive and took a picture of herself in the mirror and sent it to Craig's 'phone with a quick text saying she was going out.

She started to leave, then with a grin on her face she went back to the mirror and took another picture of herself, with one hand holding up her dress, with her panties pulled down half way to her knees, exposing her pussy. She sent that to her son as well.

Nancy called Amy and she went out to the car. Nancy drove to the larger neighboring town, they had drinks at the bar first, just a single cocktail, two ladies having a drink together.

They went into the restaurant, Nancy sat across from Amy, and took both of the proffered menus.

"You said you hadn't been here before Amy, let me order for you, I know the menu by heart."

Amy was a little disconcerted but didn't want to be rude. She let Nancy order the entire meal, including the wine, salad and dessert. She had to admit that the meal was delicious, but not too filling, she felt wonderful about things.

Several times during the meal Nancy's feet in their high heels crossed the distance between them and softly bumped into Amy's boots. The first time Nancy said:

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I taking up to much room, go ahead and stretch out if you like, I'm easy." She gave a little leer to Amy as she said that.

Amy apologized, even though she hadn't moved her own feet. During the evening twice more their feet made contact, both times when Nancy instigated it. The next time it happened Nancy said:

"Mmmm, I really do think that you like me, are you playing footsie with me?"

She followed that with another sly smile and a wink, she then ran her bare foot all the way up the inside of Amy's leg, all the way past her skirt to within a few inches of her panties.

"Oh, you should see the expression on your face! I can't help it honey, I'm just having some fun, I'm sorry if I've shocked you."

"No, not at all," Amy said. She was embarrassed and didn't know if she was being made fun of or come on to. "I was just surprised, that's all."

Nancy ran her foot back up under Amy's skirt again, with the long tablecloths there was no way anyone could tell.

"It's comfy to stretch out, if you don't mind I'll leave it here for a while, I'm afraid I'm getting a little cramp." Nancy smiled as she said that, and pointed her toe, rubbing Amy's inner thigh with her stocking feet.

"That's OK then, I hope you feel better soon. It's too bad Craig is at the University, he gives great foot and leg rubs."

"My Tommie does too, sometimes I keep him at it all evening. Of course he gets to do a lot more than just my legs and feet," Nancy was grinning as she said the last bit, a sly, knowing grin, even a lecherous grin.

Amy felt adventurous and stroked Nancy's foot with one hand, the material of her skirt hampered her efforts and she had the idea that she could lift her skirt up to her waist and stroke the foot between her thighs directly, but dismissed it as being to forward, too daring.

Ever since her sexual encounters with Alice, Amy had been giving more and more attention to other women. Once or twice she had even fantasized about women, instead of her son, when she masturbated.

Nancy let out a sigh and pointed and rotated her foot again, this time she also pushed her leg forward a tiny bit more, both of them felt Nancy's big toe graze Amy's panty covered pussy.

"Oh!"

"Was that too much? Or did you enjoy it?" Nancy said in an almost whisper.

Amy was a little tipsy, Nancy had been making sure to keep her wineglass full, usually getting up and going to the bar to get their drinks, rather than signaling the waitress. That way she was able to switch her own drink from Scotch and soda to ginger ale without Amy realizing it. 

Now, after three glasses of Merlot and the cocktail she had earlier, Amy was just a little tipsy, enough to be adventurous, enough for her inhibitions to drop. What Amy didn't know was that Nancy was out to seduce her.

Nancy and Tom had early on discovered that Tom loved to be dominated, not really into the scene at first, Nancy soon found that she loved having her husband as a slave when he was at home. 

The play between the two of them was harsh, but in the end they both realized that they were just games. Lately Nancy had been stepping things up and was no longer sure that they were just games. What she wanted now was a real slave, not just a kinky husband. She was thinking that maybe Amy was the one.

She had noticed that Tommie didn't seem as enthusiastic as he had a first, and she knew that she was going beyond what he had originally wanted, but she loved dominating and punishing him, and didn't want to stop.

Amy was feeling no pain, in fact she was aware of a feeling of arousal. Her nipples were almost painfully erect and her vagina had become moist.

She put her hand on Nancy's foot and gently pushed it back far enough that it didn't touch her pussy. She was satisfied when Nancy pulled it back an inch or so. Amy didn't comment on the now constant and soft stroking of her inner thigh that Nancy's toe was doing. She occasionally stroked Nancy's foot with her hand.

The meal was almost over, and Amy was unconsciously squeezing her thighs gently together around Nancy's foot and then releasing it. She felt naughty to be in a public place and have a foot so blatantly invading her space.

After they finished their after dinner coffee, Nancy suggested that they go to her house for a nightcap and some 'girl talk'. The ride back was quiet, but Nancy's dress had ridden high up when she got into the car, and Amy kept looking at the stocking clad thighs with garter straps holding the stockings up.

"Do you like my legs Amy? I notice you keep glancing over to them."

"What, oh, uh, well," Amy was startled and embarrassed to have been found out and tried to think of what to say.

"It's OK, I don't mind you looking, my husband and I are very open minded people, some might call us kinky."

"Your hose, and garters, not many people use them for everyday wear."

"I enjoy them, they are sexy, and today isn't everyday, it's a special day."

"Special?"

"Taking you out to thank you for looking after our house."

"Oh, yes, that."

"I've always liked sexy lingerie, I have quite a collection, do you like nice lingerie, exciting sexy things?"

"Well, some, I guess. Yes." She was a little fuzzy and was having a hard time thinking what to say.

"I know your husband is gone, do you have someone to show off your sexy things to, a boyfriend, a girlfriend ... your son?"

"No, no one special, what, my son?"

"I've always heard that young teenagers like to go through their mommy's panties and things, to do naughty things with them. Did Craig ever do anything like that? Was he a naughty boy?"

"Oh, Craig, well, uh ... don't know." She was practically stammering now.

"It's OK, I'm just curious, Tommie said that he used to do that with his mommies' panties, and I've heard that it is fairly normal for a young man to explore their sexuality with their mother's lingerie."

"Yes, I think he did, sometimes when I did the laundry I thought a pair was missing, but it always seemed to turn up a day or two later."

"I've never had children, but I think it would turn me on to know that my son was turned on by my lingerie, that he would use my panties to help himself masturbate."

"At first I didn't know what to think, then I thought it was cute, then, well, maybe it was a little sexy."

"Did you ever try to sneak a peek at him, maybe catch him at it?"

"No, I thought about it, just never did it." Amy was a little nervous, afraid that if she said to much she would admit that she was having sex with her son. At the same time she was getting turned on by the conversation. Because of the extra alcohol she was having a hard time keeping up with things.

"You should have, I make Tommie jack-off for me, it is really exciting to watch a man do that. It gives me a feeling of being in control."

Amy let out a little moan, she was too turned on at this point to really think clearly. She couldn't wait to get home and play with herself until she came. Maybe she could get Craig on the 'phone and talk to him as she did.

Nancy was inwardly gloating, she had Amy right where she wanted, turned on and a little befuddled. She would invite Amy in for a nightcap, then spring her knowledge of the incestuous affair on the woman, and then close the jaws of her trap.

Once they were in the house Nancy poured Amy another glass of wine, and another ginger ale for herself, then brought them out to the living room where Amy waited.

They chatted for a while, Nancy taking control of the conversation, always seeming to put a sexual twist on everything she said. Amy was getting more than a little turned on. She really wanted to go home and masturbate.

Amy had yet another glass of wine, by that point she was over the legal limit to drive, but wasn't worried since she lived just next door and was going to walk. Just before she was going to make her good byes and head home, Nancy brought out a photo album.

"No Nancy, I really don't know if I want to look through your vacation photos right now, perhaps another time?"

"I insist, just the first two pages, there's several candid shots that I'm sure you'll be interested in."

Nancy opened the book and placed it in Amy's lap.

Amy didn't really look, she was just about to make an obligatory 'how nice' comment when she actually looked at the first photo, printed out on 8x10 paper. 

It showed Amy and Craig in the dungeon, it was taken from directly above them. They were both naked and both looking straight up at the camera, Amy was sitting astride Craig with his cock half-way into her pussy.

It had been taken from behind what Amy now realized was a two way mirror, the one in the ceiling above the chair that they had fucked in. There were other pictures, each taken from one of the three video cameras that covered the dungeon.

"What would your life be like if these photos, and the videos that they came from were released. Released to your family, your ex, the city chamber of commerce, the state real estate regulators?"

Amy just looked, she was stunned, tears started to gather in her eyes.




Bad Vibe: Domination Ch. 01



"Of course I could see a way to keep them in my private collection."

"What? I don't understand" Amy was in shock, she still didn't understand what was happening. The drinking and the shock of seeing herself naked with her son had her more than a little confused.

"Look you stupid drunk slut, I have evidence of your incestuous sex session with your own son. If I release it your business will probably go under, you will lose your realtor license, your son might well be expelled from the University, and your family and friends will shun you. Of course you might also be prosecuted."

Amy put her face in her hands and began sobbing. Nancy slapped her, hard, then grabbed her hair and pulled her out of her chair. Amy lay on the floor staring up at Nancy. 

"Look slut, do you want me to release those videos?"

"No," Amy said in a small voice.

"That's no, ma'am."

Amy just started at her. From this angle she could see under Nancy's skirt, she noticed that Nancy wasn't wearing panties. 

"No, ma'am." Amy whispered. She was worried. The fog of alcohol was rapidly disappearing.

"That's better, now, if you want your normal life to continue, at least on the surface, you better start doing what ever I tell you. I own you now. Don't forget it."

Amy was beginning to understand. She tried to get up, Nancy stepped on her chest and pushed her back down. Amy couldn't take her eyes off of Nancy's pussy.

"Slut, what would you do to keep these videos suppressed?"

"What do you want?"

"I want you to do anything I tell you, will you do that?"

"I don't understand?"

"I need a slave, I'll let you work during the day, but evenings and weekends you're mine, and when your son comes home ...."

"No, you must leave my son out of it!"

"Really? Don't you think that he would submit, do ANYthing I asked, just to save his mother?"

"No, please, please, I beg you, don't let him know, leave him out of it, please!" Amy was terrified and told herself she would do anything to protect Craig.

"Hmmm, perhaps I could be persuaded to leave him alone, perhaps, what would you do in exchange?"

"Anything, anything, just leave him out of it."

"So, you're mine, when I want, where I want, what I want. When he comes home I'll leave you alone, otherwise you belong to me, I suppose that I don't want you destitute, yet, so normally I'll let you go to work during the days, but evenings and weekends are mine. Understand, Slut"

"What do you want?" Amy's voice was shaking, she was terrified.

Nancy was happy, she had crossed her fingers when she mentioned leaving Craig out of it, perhaps in time she could take him too. I would be exciting to have him while his mother watched. Perhaps even seduce him, yes, seduce him when he thinks Tom and his mother are away, make love to him in her bed, with Amy and Tom bound and gagged, watching from the closet. Yes, yes, oh so sweet. But now for Amy.

"You may start by asking me if you could remove your clothes."

Amy was having a little difficulty concentrating, she could feel her vaginal lips beginning to swell, was she being turned on, the flirting in the restaurant and the kissing and faint touches in the car did arouse her, but finding out that her secret was known threw ice-water on that. 

She couldn't understand why she was aroused, her mind was terrified, she thought she might actually be sick, but at the same time she was hot, her pussy felt damp, her labia felt engorged.

"May, uh, may."

"Speak up girl, speak up."

Amy's face burned. Her heart pounded. She felt clammy. She licked her lips and wiped her palms on her skirt.

"May I take my clothes off?"

"May I take my clothes off what," repeated Nancy sternly.

"Please may I take my clothes off, uh, Nancy."

"Better, next time refer to me as 'ma'am', and keep your eyes down, slaves don't look me in the eyes unless I tell you."

"Yes, ma'am." Amy lay there, unsure, frightened, angry. She felt her engorged lips beginning to lubricate, her clit was protruding and she felt it against her panties. She was confused. She was a little dizzy, as if her eyes weren't quite focusing properly. She was aroused. She was terrified.

Nancy took her foot off of Amy's chest and motioned for her to stand up.

"Yes, if you want, you may strip. But hurry up, I want you to make me a cup of coffee."

Amy stripped, she was glad to get her panties off, now her protruding clit didn't rub on them, but now Nancy, her Mistress, could see her arousal. She quickly undressed, left her clothes folded on the chair and walked to kitchen.

When Amy left the Living room, Nancy went to the chair where she left her clothes, she found that the panties were placed under her blouse, even though they were the last things Amy had taken off.

Nancy brought the gusset of the panties to her nose and sniffed, she could smell the arousal, the gusset was a little damp, good, the flirting she had done and the extra drinks were doing their job.

She hadn't missed the slightly spaced out look on her slave's face, nor the careful steps she made when she walked to the kitchen, as if she was afraid she would stumble.

Nancy sat in the easy chair looking at the fireplace, waiting for Amy to come back. She decided that tonight she would be keep Amy off balance, alternate strictness with gentleness, she wanted her new slave to be fully cowed and indoctrinated by the end of the weekend.

When Amy brought back the coffee she bent over to hand it to Nancy.

"No, not that way! Kneel, there, that's it, head down, hold it up, palm under the cup, other hand only to steady it, handle toward me."

Nancy took the cup, had a sip and placed it on the end-table. She looked at Amy, kneeling, hands to her sides, head down, a few tears making their way down her cheeks.

"Don't cry sweetheart," she leaned forward running her hand down Amy's face and cupping her chin, forcing her to look at Nancy.

"This will be fun, certainly for me, but you will learn to love it, Oh, there will be pain, I will enjoy making you scream, but you will come to love it, and I will give you more orgasms than your teen-aged son ever could."

Amy shuddered. Part of her mind had shut down, she had let poor Craig down and spilled the secret and now she was paying for it. She told herself to endure anything Nancy did to her. Her tummy fluttered as she guiltily realized that she was turned on, a little, by this situation.

"Now slave, I want you to kiss my toes, but before you do, I want you to ask permission. Nicely, the way you've been taught."

"Please ma'am, may I kiss your toes." Amy managed to get out in a quiet voice. Humiliated by the request she was making.

"Very well dear, yes, if you really want to, you may."

Amy bent, slowly and, supported by her hand on the floor, began to kiss first one toe, then another.

"Lick the toes as well."

She tried to get her tongue as wet as possible and started licking the toes of Nancy's shoes. It was degrading, but the alcohol, the situation was getting to her, she could still fell the arousal that had been building since she had been in the restaurant.

"That's enough slut, get up."

Amy stood in front of the seated Domanatrix, Amy was naked, her nipples were extended and her engorged lips were glistening with wetness, her aroma announced to anyone near that she was aroused. Tears filled her eyes and streaked her cheeks.

"You are a mess, go to the bathroom and wash your face, then go down to the basement, into the dungeon room, I know you know where it is. I have placed a machine on a stool, I want you to straddle it and impale yourself. Wait for me."

Amy trotted to the bathroom, part of her amazed that she was already becoming accustomed to her nudity. She cleaned up and went to the dungeon room. 

It was cooler in the basement and her feet were uncomfortable on the floor. In the middle of the room was a narrow stool, it looked as if it was made for the rounded top machine that rested on it. It looked like it would comfortable to straddle, as if it was made to be sat on.

She recognized the machine, a well known and expensive device, it's rounded and padded top was a perfect saddle for a woman to straddle. A dildo rose from the machine. She had seen pictures in erotic catalogs, and even read stories about women using it.

The machine was positioned just low enough for Amy to swing a leg over and sit down. Using her hand she guided the dildo into her wet pussy, it slid up smoothly as she settled onto the machine.

Two nylon ropes dangled above her head, padded cuffs hung from each end. A wire trailed from the machine to what looked like a control box laying on a comfortable chair nearby.

Not moving was difficult, the dildo filled her up. She felt silly sitting here, her legs apart, her pussy filled, waiting for a virtual stranger to come down and give further instructions. 

She had difficulty thinking straight, she didn't want her incestuous affair with her son exposed, it would ruin her shaky real estate company, it would result in being ostracized and having to move, she might even be prosecuted. She was trapped, whatever this woman wanted, she would do. She would do anything to protect Craig.

It seemed like forever, without her watch, her phone, she didn't know how long she stayed down there, the cool basement was causing some discomfort by now, and she experimentally tried a slight movement, up, then down, if she could distract herself from the cold.

Nancy went through Amy's purse, mentally cataloging each item. She took special interest in a small address book, and in the contacts in her smart 'phone. She made a note of many names and numbers, as well as upcoming appointments. 

She also found that she had access to Amy's email from the 'phone. Very interesting. Looking into the settings she made a note of the password.

Up, down, a little more this time, the itch between her legs felt better when she did that. It was so hard to think with that dildo in her, up again, down, up, just a little, just one more time, and another.

Footsteps on the stairs, she sunk down, frozen, her eyes wide, her heart pounding, her face turning pink, along with her upper chest, just a slight flush from exertion – or arousal.

Nancy entered the room, she had watched her new slave on the TV upstairs, saw the surreptitious movements and judged that it was time to come down and begin Amy's first session in the dungeon. 

Amy kept her eyes on the floor in front of her as Nancy entered. Without a word she circled behind her slave. Taking Amy's arms she pulled them up and one by one fastened them to the overhead ropes.

With her arms stretched above her Amy felt even more helpless, when her new mistress blindfolded her she felt totally lost. Yet she was still turned on, she couldn't help herself from clenching her vaginal muscles around the intruder spearing her pussy.

Then without a word Nancy pushed a ball gag into Amy's mouth and fastened it behind her head.

"Now slut, I want you to use your knees, raise up and lower yourself down". 

Amy complied, the dildo felt good. She rose up again. Sudden pain on her left breast, it burned.

"That is my riding crop. I will punish you when you make a mistake. I told you to rise up, and go down. I didn't tell you to go up again. Do you understand?"

Amy nodded, she so wanted to continue moving, she was cold, she was turned on, she didn't understand how she could be so aroused, but she was, and she knew that movement would satisfy both conditions.

"Start moving again, slowly, keep it up until I tell you to stop."

Amy did, it was agony to go slowly, her legs began to protest, she knew they would be sore in the morning if this kept up any longer. If felt good. Then the dildo began a slight vibration, that felt better.

Up and down, slowly, too slowly, she dare not speed up for fear of pain, but without thinking her hips moved out, then in, slightly, as she moved up, no whip, she did it again. She grasped the ropes binding her wrists and took some of the weight off of her knees and thighs.

The pain hit her again, this time on her nipple, her right nipple.

"I see what you're doing you slut! All right, keep it up keep it up, faster, faster. If you cum before I give permission you'll wear marks for a week."

Amy kept it up, swiveling her hips as she went up, back when she went down, she knew it was lewd and she didn't care, she wanted to cum – wait, what did she say about cumming?

Nancy had set up another camera on a tripod, directly in front of Amy, she thought that the red marks on her breasts were lovely. She planned on adding more.

As Amy came down she felt the dildo push up into her, she faltered, and the crop stung again, this time her left nipple. It hurt. It burned. She yelped into her gag. The first nipple that had been hit glowed now, still slightly uncomfortable, but a define glow, a step up in arousal.

Nancy was delighted. She wasn't going by plan, but it was fun, give her a taste of pain, and pleasure until she couldn't take it, more tastes of pain. She had to come back anyway, she wanted Amy to want to come back! That woman had a clit that was begging to be tortured!

Amy was getting close, she didn't know how long she had been at it, she thought that her legs would cramp, she didn't care, she wanted to cum, this machine was wonderful, any thoughts about her position, what she looked like, what Nancy would do, were pushed to the back of her mind.

Both her nipples were hot, erect yes, but hot, the second one that had been hit still felt the sting, but over that sting was a warm glow that signals of arousal, the first one was all delight, all good, she hoped Nancy would strike again.

This time as she rose up, as the dildo withdrew, she felt a spank on her left bottom cheek, not a hand, but not the crop, a flat spank, hard, stinging, but not the concentrated burn of the crop.

Nancy was holding a stiff leather strap, and she struck again, this time the other cheek. Such a lovely bottom. She was imagining the slut on her knees, face on the floor, hands holding those lovely cheeks apart, begging to be fucked. What would her son think if HE were the one tied and concealed in the closet?

Nancy struck again, and again, changed to the crop, and snapped it at her slut once more, and again.

Amy was nearly there, she was trying to hold back, it was delicious, the pain was making her able to hold off, but it also seemed to help her forward, forward into her cum. How many times has she been struck? She glowed, her skin was hot and she needed to cum.

Nancy stopped the machine, a muffled wail came from behind the gag, the slut needed to cum.

"Now slut, do you want to cum?"

Nod, nod hard, keep nodding, yes yes yes please let me cum her brain cried out. Muffled grunts and whines were all that was audible.

"You are mine, if I help you cum, will submit next time? Submit to anything, anything at all. Without question?"

More nods, more whines. Nancy stepped close, one hand captured a nipple, the other moved to her clit. She rubbed, she pinched, and Amy came in a shudder. Came hard. 

Amy relaxed from her cum. She felt degraded that she had cum so easily in front of Nancy, that at the end she had been so eager to please, to promise to submit to anything, just to cum.

Nancy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of the machine. Ripping the blindfold off in the process.

"Get off my machine you slut, you whore!" She screamed, with her crop she slashed at the cowering Amy, hitting her back, her tits, her bottom.

"Get back up Slut! I didn't give you permission to rest! Get up!"

Nancy grabbed the poor woman by the strap of her gag and pulled Amy to her feet, but kept her bent over. She unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it out of ther mouth.

"Get your mouth onto my dildo, clean it, clean it completely! I don't want any of your scummy fluids on it, Clean it!"

She pushed Amy's head down, she could feel Amy gagging on the fake penis as it hit her throat, but pushed her head completely down."

"That's it, gag on it you whore! Get it clean!"

She pulled Amy's head up, then smashed it down, again and again, until is slipped into Amy's throat without any resistance. Amy was in pain, the back of her throat was bruised and hurt, she was afraid she was going to be irreparably damaged from the rough treatment. It was a brutal crash course on how to deep throat.

Amy tried to angle her head so as to let the dildo slide into her throat with the minimum of resistance. Luckily the jelly-like outer skin of the dildo cushioned the impacts.

"You fucking whore, I knew you would know how to do it, you probably finance your pathetic business by selling yourself on the weekends."

Nancy kept it up, she found that she enjoyed hurting and humiliating Amy, she felt that there were no limits to what she could do. This amount of power was intoxicating, it was so far above what she could do to her husband.

The next thing Amy knew, her mouth was pulled completely off of the dildo and she was flung on her back onto the floor.

"What do you mean, laying down like that, get on your knees you slut!"

Amy scrambled to her knees, her head slightly bowed, looking at the floor.

"Spread your legs, yes, further, further! You useless fucking cunt!"

Amy knelt on the floor, her legs spread to the limit, the tendons in her groin standing out, straining. She was no longer aroused, she feared, she feared, for her life, for her well-being, everything depended on pleasing this crazy woman.

"What do you mean keeping your mouth closed, open, always keep your mouth open, ready for whatever I decide to put into it. If you can't do that I'll have your front teeth ripped out!"

Amy opened her mouth, still not meeting her mistresses eyes. 

"Hands on your thighs, this is the position you will be in whenever I haven't specifically told you otherwise. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!"

"Yes ma'am" Amy replied softly, trying to keep from sobbing in fear.

"Stupid slave cunts shouldn't have any hair on their cunt, here!"

Nancy tossed a new disposable razor to Amy, who stared at it aghast.

"Pick it up slut, shave off that so-called landing strip, and shave it now!"

Hands trembling Amy picked it up, took the plastic cover off of the blade and gingerly started to dry-shave her landing strip, the only hair on her pussy. Luckily she had recently trimmed it short and the blade was sharp. Still, it stung.

When she was done the spot where her hair had been was red and sore. Nancy tossed a tube of lotion to her, Amy applied the lotion, it was better.

"Now look at what you've done, there's little hairs on my carpet! Clean it up slut!"

Amy looked around, alarmed, finally risking a glance at Nancy.

"Lick it you stupid cunt!"

She did. It was humiliating, degrading, as it was meant to be. Nancy was loving it, her slave would do anything, and they were barely started, there was a whole weekend ahead.

Amy resumed her stance, her mouth full of carpet taste and a some hairs she couldn't get down, her mouth was dry and suddenly she was thirsty.

Then sharp pain, and again and again, it kept on as the seemingly crazed Nancy slashed repeatedly at Amy's back with her crop. Amy stayed in position, trying to keep from making noise. 

In her mind she kept up a litany: 'this is for Craig this is for Craig I mustn't let her bring Craig into this this is for Craig must protect my son must protect Craig.' She prayed Nancy would tire of her game soon.

Nancy stopped. Pulling on Amy's hair she hustled her to the X shaped structure in the corner, positioning her victim against it she cuffed her hands and feet to it. A wide leather belt crossed her lower back, over her kidneys, and held her firmly against the wooden surface. Amy couldn't move.




Bad Vibe: Domination Ch. 01



Up until now only Tommie had experienced what they called the St. Andrew's cross. With Tommie there were limits, he was after all Nancy's husband, the bread winner of their marriage. With Amy, Nancy felt she could do anything.

"This is where I show you what happens if you don't please me. I will hurt you, you can scream all you want, this room is soundproofed. What I will give you now is only a taste of what I'll do if you ever disobey me."

Amy was terrified, what was this madwoman capable of. What had she gotten herself into. She was firmly secured and there was nothing she could do now, she had let herself be put in this situation.

Nancy was trying to calm down, she had never felt this kind of exhilaration and was not only terrifyingly eager to hurt Amy but also aroused at her control over this woman she was now thinking about as her slave. Not as a sex game type of slave, but as a real slave, someone she could do anything to, for any reason, or for no reason.

Her own pussy was a swamp she was so wet, her lower lips engorged and her clit erect, there was a sexual lust building up as she thought about what she was going to do to Amy.

A part of her knew there were limits, but another part of her brain warned her to never let her association with Amy be known to others, to make sure that future encounters with Amy be a secret from friends, neighbors and passers by.

The deep dark reptilian part of Nancy's brain, the part inherited from ancestors that swam in the muck of ancient seas, when anything that moved was classified as either prey or something to leave alone, told her that Amy was prey. But also warned her to have an alibi if Amy disappeared, to not have people know about their association.

Eat or use what was slower, weaker, but cover your tracks from anyone seeking revenge or justice, anyone stronger or faster was to be avoided. That was the message that the reptile part of Nancy's brain was sending.

The thought that she could 'disappear' Amy and no-one would would connect her to Amy was growing at the back of her mind. It would be so wonderful to keep her in the basement, constantly gagged, constantly bound, brainwashed, oh yes, it would be so wonderful to brainwash her to the point where Amy's only desire was to please Nancy.

Could she do that? Was it actually possible? The idea grew in her mind like a virus, like a cancer. The sane thoughts in Nancy's brain were telling her to be careful, not to rush, so for today, yes for today she wouldn't kill the slut's brain, today. But tomorrow....

Amy could hear her tormentor rummaging about behind her, then a blindfold was put on. It was thick and completely blocked her vision and was tightened around her head.

Nancy found the polished stainless steel butt plug, lubricated it and inserted into the slut, a withdrawn breath and tensing of the whole body couldn't stop her. Next she carefully inserted the ben-wah balls into the slut's cunt.

"These have weighted balls inside them, it causes them to to move in unpredictable ways. It's an ancient way for women to exercise the inner muscles. Don't let them drop out. Do so and I will cause you more pain than you can imagine."

Amy tried to nod her head, she was starting to tremble again, in cold and in fear. Pain, hard sharp and repeated. Nancy kept bringing her arm back and striking over and over, the belt was leaving welts across the slut's back.

Amy's back was agony, every strike caused agony, she clenched her inner muscles because every strike caused a spasm to run through her and she feared losing the balls.

Nancy kept it up, the slut had to learn what would happen if she was ever disobeyed. It was also fun, satisfying. She didn't think of consequence. Just gratification.

Amy couldn't stop screaming, at first she didn't realize that the noise was from her own throat, but now every breath out was a scream, only to be followed by drawing in a lung-full to expel in a scream.

Every stroke brought Nancy closer to climax, without direct stimulation she was approaching orgasm, it had never happened to her before, but the thought that she could beat Amy for as long as it took was intoxicating.

Nancy quit, she didn't know how long she had whipped Amy, but the slut's back was welted from her shoulders to her knees, special attention had obviously been paid to her bottom. The only area spared was where the wide belt protected the area over her kidneys.

Nancy had cum. It was good. Very good. Oddly she still felt energized, still wanted more from her new toy.

Amy hurt, not just surface pain, it seemed to go deep, her nose ran and even with the beating halted she couldn't stop whimpering. She slobbered and her eyes ran rivers.

Blood trickled from a couple of the welts on her back, but her bottom trickled more blood than her back and thighs combined. Amy didn't think she could walk. 

Nancy had been preparing for several days, she left her slut and went to organize the next part of Amy's indoctrination. Amy wasn't aware of how much time passed, but suddenly she felt soothing lotion being spread on her wounds.

"There there little one, there, there," Nancy cooed as she spread soothing aloe lotion onto Amy's back. She was gentle and once again a ploy to further throw her slave into confusion. She then left Amy alone again.

While she was gone she had an idea, and recorded an audio file and set it to loop over and over. Amy was not going to have a pleasant night. The next thing Amy was aware of was that Nancy put some ear buds into her ears, then taped some foam sponges over them. 

Nancy wound the tape around Amy's head, taping the sponges over the earbuds The tape stuck to her hair and had to be wound under her chin several times to make sure it wouldn't slip off. The thought occurred to Nancy that it would be easier if her slave was shaved bald. 

Amy's hands were released from the frame and then fastened behind her back, only then were her feet released. When the waist strap was un-buckled she sagged. Nancy helped her, walked her up and down the room until she cold just stagger on her own.

Nancy held a water bottle to her mouth and gently squeezed water in a parched Amy.

"There, you see little one, you passed with flying colors" she crooned. To Amy it sounded like her voice boomed in her ears. Nancy had connected a mike to the buds. Still she got the sentiment, that Nancy was in a 'kind' mode once again.

Suddenly the water surged hard into her mouth as Nancy squeezed the bottle with all her might. The bottle was jerked out of her mouth.

"Slut, you've spilled water, you don't deserve kindness, your kind only responds to force!" 

The voice screamed into her ears. She could hear ever breath that Nancy made, but nothing of her surroundings, not the water bottle hitting the floor, not the sound of Nancy's arm moving through the air.

Her palm connected with Amy's breast, right on top of a welt from earlier. She screamed. Suddenly she was being turned and pulled, she stumbled but Nancy kept the pressure on.

Amy felt herself being laid down over something. It must be the leather covered mini vaulting horse thing. Her hands were behind her back, and each contact with the welts hurt.

A collar went around her neck and pulled down. Her feet spread and fastened to the legs of the horse. 'Oh god not another beating' was all she could think. She felt the plug being pulled out of her bottom.

Nancy lubed up the strap-on, inserted her end into her own vagina, and strapped the device on. The next thing Amy knew was that something else was penetrating her bottom. It kept going in, and in, and in.

Nancy seated it completely inside Amy before bringing it out. She was slow at first, but quickly built up speed. Nancy came quickly, but kept up the pace, this wasn't so much about her own pleasure now as it was about dominating Amy.

Every time Nancy's hips slapped into her bottom and thighs Amy wanted to scream, some of the welts started to ooze blood again and enough time had past that some bruises were developing on her bottom. It was agony. It went on, and on and on.

Amy was weeping, snot flowed from her nose and every breath came out with a moan. She was miserable and that was the plan. It finally stopped, but only because Nancy was exhausted. She released Amy from the horse and pulled her up until she stood on her own.

She felt something pushed into her bottom. It was cold and hard. Nancy pushed the butt hook into Amy with a feeling of power. It was shaped like a 'J" with a ball at the short end. The shaft curved upward out of Amy's bottom. The metal loop at the top of the shaft connected to a short bungee cord, which was also connected to her collar.

It pulled the bottom of the 'J' deeper into Amy's butt, and forced her to keep her head upright and her back straight. It was diabolical in the circumstances. Amy's hands were unconnected, brought in front of her, and connected to her collar.

She turned the moaning and broken Amy around, and pushed her back into a waiting closet. It had been built by, and for, Tommie, it was cramped, just wide and deep enough to stand it, no room to turn, to bend over, to lay down. Tommie had to bend his head over, but Nancy could just stand up in it.

Nancy closed the door on her captive, careful to thread the wires from the ear-buds out through the opening in front of Amy's face. She was able to close the small hatch over the slender wires.

Amy felt claustrophobic, she was trapped in this tiny enclosure, couldn't see, couldn't hear anything except whatever her captor wanted her to hear, she tried to lean back but the pain was too much.

"Now my sweet little slut, I'm going to bed. Don't worry about anything, I have a video camera into your little box and I'll leave you with something to listen to tonight, remember sweetheart, as long as you can hear my voice, you know I care about you, you need to be cared for and looked after, and I can do that, don't worry about anything."

Amy was confused at first. Then a couple of clicks as if the wires were unplugged then plugged back in. Then Nancy's soothing voice.

"I'll take care of you, you need me to care for you, you are worthless and can't care for yourself, you are a stupid slut and can't think for yourself, I'll take care of you, you need me to care for you, you are worthless and can't care for yourself, you are a stupid slut and can't think for yourself, I'll take care of you, you need me to care for you, you are worthless and can't care for yourself, you are a stupid slut and can't think for yourself,"

It went on and on and on. It was just barely loud enough to hear, it wouldn't stop, just went on, and on and on.

Amy couldn't get comfortable, she leaned to one side, then another, then against her front, she finally lapsed into a semi sleep, the hypnotic words echoing in her brain, she tried to ignore them, then to tell herself that they were lies, to tell herself that it was for Craig, why wasn't he here, why didn't he come get her, it was his fault, no, it was hers, no, Maude's, no Craig's, whose, I don't know, just sleep, there, that's not so bad, no, sleep, no, can't think, damn words, she has a sweet voice, so sweet, it's for my own good, I shouldn't have slept with my son, should have let her tell me, no, no, I love Craig, he'll save me, where is he, Maude's with him, he doesn't care, oh why can't I sleep, my legs hurt, oh oh, sleep, she'll get me soon, what time, I can't wait, Ma'am will come soon.

She didn't even know when she peed herself, it just flowed out, the release of pressure didn't register except that her leg felt warmer, and somehow she fell into a waking half sleep half dream half awake.

Nancy watched her try to find some comfort on the surveillance camera in the closet. It was fun with Tommie, but she never kept him in there more than an hour. It was nearly four in the morning, and she needed sleep. 

She had to make sure not to wear a watch when she went downstairs in the morning. She might want to keep Amy from knowing what time it was, or even what day it was, the more disoriented she was the better.

The house was older and the basement didn't have any escape windows, but just tiny little slit windows. They were all covered with curtains, but she needed to black them out, perhaps cardboard. It wouldn't do for her slave to know how much time had passed. Now to sleep.

Craig thought he had it made this semester. He had managed to schedule all his classes on Tuesday and Thursday. They were all 90 minute or two hour classes, and one was in the evening, but it worked out well. He had every Monday and every Friday off. Well, from classes. He still had his work-study job. And he hoped to get another part-time job somewhere.

He was scheduled to work at the library Monday through Thursday in the evenings. Luckily his evening class ended with just enough time to get to work. So for sure he had a three and a half day weekend, Off From Friday until Monday evening. He had hoped to go home for some of those weekends. He hadn't told his mother about it, because he might want to spend time here.

The text he got from his mother was pretty sparse, but did end with a 'love, Mom'. She said she was busy all weekend and might not be able to answer his texts. Cool, she was on a date? Or working. He didn't want her to work too hard, but the real-estate market was pretty bad right now.

He knew he needed to have a talk with Maude. It would be cowardly to just send her an email. He'd email her that he wanted to talk. Maybe he could just get together with her for fun, without the bondage type games.

All night long Amy was in that little hell-hole. She didn't know what to think, and in the end she gradually stopped thinking, in a weird half awake state with those insidious words working away, rotting her will to resist, she didn't know that her own self-will was at stake, she just knew that she hurt, she wanted to sleep, and the words now sounded soothing.

Nancy slept like a log. Tommie, away in Seattle on business had spent the day at his new client, he was so used to wearing panties under his business suit that he managed to forget all about them and concentrate on work all day.

After work Tom had dinner with some of his clients, then made his excuses and went back to his hotel. He was relaxing in the bar with a drink when he was approached by a very good looking older woman, then he realized that she was one of the management team of the company he was consulting at. 

Her greying blond hair was loose around her shoulders rather than in the severe bun that it had been in all day. She wore a tasteful dress that accentuated all her curves, and gave a hint of cleavage. He was sure she wasn't wearing a bra.

Amy was in a trance. She wasn't sure where she was, sometimes she wasn't sure who she was.

Earlier in the day Craig saw Janet Shepard on his way to the snack bar at the student union, she was the girl that he met while buying lingerie for Amy. They said hello and started talking. They ended up driving to a pizza parlor and spent the evening getting to know each other. They had a hot make-out session in Craig's car before they went back to their separate dorms.

Tommie had never cheated on his wife before, but he found himself entranced by this woman, her name was Silvia and before he knew it they were in her car, driving to her house.

Craig was in heaven, Janet was smart, sexy and knew how to kiss, her breasts where a little bigger than his mothers' and much firmer than Maude's. He thought he could go further, but decided he better go slowly and get to know her better.

Amy was having a hard time putting thoughts together. She was starting to resent Craig for leaving her alone to be trapped by Nancy. Then she would feel guilty for not trusting her son, then feel guilty for resenting Nancy.

Maude had seen Craig when he came to work the night before, she wanted to talk to him, but was worried how he would take the news that she was becoming involved with another woman. She left the library before he saw her.

Tom watched as Silvia slowly undressed, the gown slithered down her body and she was standing in front of him wearing a thong and thigh-high black stockings. Tommie was erect. He didn't know why, but this trip he didn't put the chastity device on himself once he'd passed the TSA screening at the airport.

Tara had also seen Craig, both at work, where they exchanged friendly banter, and in the snack bar, she saw this other girl approach him as he entered the student union building, and saw them walk off together. She didn't know how she felt about that.

Maude went to her new lovers house. Lisa was waiting for her. The slender woman with brown hair had a body nearly identical to Amy's. She was wearing a sheer gown, and a strap-on. The two embraced, Maude's lips opened as Lisa probed with her tongue. 

Silvia had been delighted to find Tom wore panties, not in a domineering way, but in a loving open-minded kinky way. After they had made love and she had extracted two cums from Tom she had insisted he wear one of her nighties and spend the night.

Tara went to her apartment and after showering she worked on her thesis and then went to bed with her glass dildo. She thought of Craig as she masturbated.

Maude lay on her bed, her legs spread wide and knees bent as Lisa slowly penetrated her. Once fully inside her lover, they kissed passionately. The two women had roomed with each other in college and Lisa had recently divorced her husband.

Tara came hard, one hand pressing the dildo into her, the other flicking her clit. She cried out Craig's name as she came.

At nine on Saturday morning Nancy woke up, visited the bathroom, had some toast and cereal for breakfast, and then showered. She went upstairs to the room she and Tommie referred to as their techie room. In it they kept their audio and video equipment, including the computer that was linked to all the hidden video cameras in the dungeon.

She spent some time recording more messages for Amy, she loaded them into a digital music player so that a message played randomly between songs. Downstairs she prepared some instant oatmeal for Amy, and together with a bowl of water left it on the Kitchen floor. 

Nancy then went next door, and with Amy's keys let herself in. She explored the house for about an hour, making herself familiar with it. In the downstairs room that was obviously an office she found a sheet of paper in the desk that showed Amy's passwords for email, banking, credit card accounts, everything. 

She was able to gain access to Amy's desktop computer where she entered into the slave's email, social networking and even company accounts. She also explored her laptop and found her e-reader. She changed many passwords. Poor Amy.

By the time Nancy had awakened Tom had arrived at the company he was consulting with. Silvia had dropped him off at his hotel after some early morning sex and home made breakfast. 

Maude had also arrived back home and decided to relax the rest of the weekend, she sent an email to Craig asking him to meet her for a discussion of their situation.

Craig got out of bed late that morning, he thought about phoning or just texting his Mom, but decided he hadn't been away long enough for either of them to expect any communications, he briefly wondered why she had sent him the text Friday night as she should know that it was way too soon for him to be thinking of coming home for a weekend.

Silvia went back home after dropping Tom off. She was delighted with him, she knew he was married, but that didn't matter to her, she chuckled to herself as she realized that he thought she was ten or more years older than him. She had carefully cultivated and 'older' look, even streaking her hair in grey, so that she would seem more mature and capable to her co-workers and bosses.




Bad Vibe: Domination Ch. 01



At about noon Nancy opened the closet door where Amy had been confined for the last eight hours. The walls of the closet had been lined with fiber-glass panels from an old shower stall that Tom had cut and fitted, and she had placed several layers of old towels on the floor.

Nancy was nude under a plastic apron, with long rubber gloves and rubber boots when she released Amy. Before opening the closet door she had placed some rubber sheeting on the floor in front of the door. She was supplied with baby wipes and trash can lined with a plastic bag.

Amy felt herself falling forward, she had been leaning on the door and couldn't stop herself, she was too weak to break her fall, and with her hands chained to her collar she couldn't do much anyway.

She felt someone catch and ease her down, pulling her forward, she crawled a little forward out of her private hell, then slid down to lay on her face, her back arched to keep the butt hook from pulling too hard.

Amy could no longer smell the stink of the urine she had released during the night, but Nancy had to hold her breath. The clean up of the closet floor caused her eyes to water, but Nancy persisted as Amy lay unmoving. Soon the towels and the wipes she used were safely in the trash bin.

Amy felt someone moving around her, but was still completely disoriented. She did register that the air suddenly felt so fresh and clean. Eventually she felt someone wiping along her legs, feet and then between her legs. She lay inert.

Something was different, the voice, the voice murmuring that had been in her head all night was gone, some sort of hum, some clicks. The the voice started, it was different, louder, what, what, she was a good girl, she had done well, she was glad, she tried to speak, so dry, so horse, why was her throat sore.

"That's a good girl, a good little girl, I'm so proud, yes, so proud, such a good obedient girl, obedient slave girl, my favorite little slut, so good, yes, so good."

Amy tried to speak, she could only make croaking sounds.

"Don't try to speak little slave girl, don't speak, here let me let your hands loose, yes that's it get up, just get up, here, you can't see can you, keep your back straight, yes, yes, such a good little slut."

Amy knew somewhere that this voice was bad, but she was saying nice things, she must have been a bad girl and now she was good, she couldn't remember, yes, her son, her neighbor, what was happening, follow the voice, her mistress, yes, mistress, she would think for me. Yes. Follow, obey.

Nancy got the stumbling slave into the bathroom, disconnected the butt hook from the collar, bent Amy over the toilet and pulled the hook out.

Amy felt relief as her bowels emptied, she didn't know what to do with her hands, she was so cold, so tired. Someone wiping, taking care of her. Something in her mouth, open, yes, cool wet, water. Drink. So good, so wet. Drink.

Nancy took the water away from Amy and stood her up, she seemed totally compliant, maybe her impromptu plan had succeeded, or at least gave her a good start. She managed to get a shower cap over the blindfold and tape on Amy's head then she maneuvered Amy into the warm shower she had already turned on and adjusted.

Water, warm water, cleaning, someone washing me, yes, everywhere, so easy to stand here, let someone, who, mistress? Someone cleaning, washing, everywhere, ohhh, even there, and there, ohhh, yes, so warm, so warm wet.

Nancy enjoyed washing the slut, she just seemed to stand there and let Nancy wash everything. Mmmmm such a sweet pussy, and the ass, so round, such a nice bottom, with a nice loose hole, yes, two fingers, yes, even three.

Nancy dried her off, left the cap on and led the slut-slave upstairs. It didn't take much, she seemed so pliable. She was having doubts now, she didn't want some sort of dependent slug, she needed a slave who thought she owed everything to Nancy. She would have to think about that.

Up some stairs, thinking was easier now, it was cool again no more warm water shooting at her. Nancy, she was the one did this. Craig and I, in the dungeon, pictures, must obey, mustn't think. Must protect Craig.

Got to think, what, terrible last night, terrified, what, now, cold floor, hard, kitchen? Pushing down, down, yes get on knees. Pushing head, yes head down, water, bowl. Drink, slurp. Pushing head to again, new bowl, yes, food, hungry, why on the ground, hands, don't I use hands to eat?

I, what is I, yes, me, not her, not mistress, not ma'am. Me. I am me. Eat the food, mush, oatmeal, yuck, no milk, lumpy, food I need food, yes I am me. Eat, think. Don't want ... what? Yes, pain whipping, it was there always, had been, just forgot, my back, my butt, my legs, hurt so sore. Eat, strength. Craig. Need Craig.

Ohmygod, she has me! An electric bolt shot through Amy. The pictures, the videos, she. Can. Do. Anything. Not this please not this, please don't hurt me. My back hurts. Please don't whip me any more, no closet, please not the closet, anything but that I'll do anything to stay away from that.

Nancy watched slut eat, slurping the food, slobbering, moving to the water and slurping, then the food, messy, messy. She seemed to be coming back, well if she didn't want to go through that again she'll behave.

An hour later Nancy removed the blindfold and the earmuffs, Amy felt more like herself, she was still sleepy, tired, and her back was very very sore. Pride made her try to not show the pain she was in.

Amy was kneeling, her knees spread apart, head bowed, holding a cup of coffee for Nancy. Nancy took the coffee and sipped, then placed it on the table. Amy so wanted some, she needed to have some sort of pick-me-up, she was awake, but still felt a little foggy.

"So, do you understand what happens when you don't behave, when you question me, when you hesitate to carry out an order?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I think you should call me mistress."

"Yes mistress."

"Do you want the belt? Do you want the closet?"

"Please mistress, please no, I beg you."

"Kiss my feet, lick them clean."

Amy-slut eagerly moved to her mistresses feet, gently removed the fleece lined slippers, and began to enthusiastically kiss and lick her feet.

"You see, when you obey with such enthusiasm, so quickly, I can be kind, perhaps you would like something to keep your feet warm? Keep being a good slave and perhaps you will enjoy warm feet, perhaps."

Amy threw herself onto her back under Nancy's feet, Wincing with pain, holding herself up with her elbows she licked the soles of Mistresses feet. She remembered to keep her legs spread apart. With her knees bent and legs spread she looked as if she was waiting for someone to fuck her.

"Very good, very good slut, you look so sexy like that, as if you wanted a man to fuck you, yes. Perhaps I can find a man to fuck you, even though you are so ugly, yes, I may be able to find someone. Perhaps I'll send you out to find and fuck someone."

Amy tried not to think of the consequences, she didn't want anyone else, certainly didn't want her mistress to pimp her out. But it was her mistress, and anything was better than the closet.

"That's enough. Go up to my bedroom, wait for me."

Amy flew upstairs, the threat of the closet was enough to make her eager to please.

Ten minutes later Nancy entered the room, Amy was waiting in her usual position, knees widely spread, head bowed, hands on thighs.

"Undress me slave."

Amy quickly undressed Nancy, folding and hanging up items as needed, she folded back the covers to the bed. Nancy got into bed. It was only mid-afternoon, but this wasn't about sleep.

"Come here slave."

Amy got in bed with her mistress, Nancy directed her slave to caress, lick and suck her nipples, directed her in licking her pussy. It didn't seem to work. She was frustrated and started to take it out on her slave, then stopped, she thought of something else.

"Slut, you aren't doing anything for me. If you want to avoid the closet today, you will make love to me. Use your initiative, make slow sweet love and make me cum, but not too soon, draw it out."

Amy slowly started kissing and nibbling on Nancy's nipples, she was pretending she was making love with Alice. She started caressing one breast while her tongue and lips were playing with another.

It was a long time coming, but Amy started to feel good about loving Nancy's body and when, eventually, she found herself under the covers, crouched between Nancy's legs, she started to get excited as she slowly licked the dominant woman's pussy.

Soon she had three fingers in Nancy's pussy as she was teasing her clit. She realized that for the first time that day she was warm. Being without clothes in the winter wasn't much fun, even indoors, especially after an hour or two.

By the time Nancy came, Amy's tongue was tired and her jaw was sore. When Nancy told her to stay at the foot of the bed and keep her feet warm Amy was happy and quickly drifted off to sleep.

She didn't notice when Nancy left the bed, just stayed asleep, peaceful warm sleep. Dreams of pleasure, dreams of Craig, dreams of wonderful love-making in a warm sunny room.

Nancy went to her office, she sent Tommie an email, since it was daytime and he was working she wasn't explicit, just a normal wife's email to her husband, telling him she loved him. At the end of the short message was another bit of news, it told Tommie that she had acquired a new miracle cleaner. That was the code phrase to tell him that Amy was now her slave.

She busied herself planning what to do with Amy, and purchased some new bondage gear on-line. She also spent some more time at Amy's house.

Later she woke Amy up, had her cook an early supper, Amy of course waited on Nancy hand and foot, still naked, except for some thigh-high hose and high heels.

Amy was allowed to eat the left-overs from Nancy's plate. It was placed on the floor and the new slave had to eat it without using her hands. Nancy again put soothing lotion on Amy's back.

After dinner Nancy relaxed in the living room, Amy kneeling to one side in the approved position.

"Dear little slut, I'm bored and there isn't anything on the television, I need you to entertain me."

"Yes mistress."

Nancy held a large realistic dildo in her hand.

"Come and practice your cock-sucking abilities, I want you to deep throat this."

Amy gulped mentally, then knee walked forward and leaned down to kiss the end of the rubbery cock. Her tongue licked out and circled the head as her lips pursed open to surround the knob.

"Very good my little slut, is your son's cock this big?"

Amy looked up at her mistress, completely in the moment of sucking the fake cock and with her eyes wide open like a small puppy and gently shook her head and inch to each side.

"Mmmmm, so this is a little bigger than what you've been used to?"

Again the wide open puppy eyes looked at Nancy and a gently nod answered. Slut's tongue never stopped caressing the knob.

"Very good little slut, now take it a little deeper." 

Nancy inched the cock deeper into the accepting wet, warm mouth. Amy took it further, leaning into the proffered phallus taking it deeper, and deeper, her tongue never letting up the gentle caress.

"Mmmm I can smell my little slut's arousal, you are a cock slut aren't you, such an easy lay, anyone could get between your legs."

The cock slid past her uvula and slut pushed forward and tried to swallow the cock.

"Right into your throat without a gag, such a slut, It's no surprise that your shy son fucks you, you'd take on anyone, or anything."

Amy-slut felt her labia beginning to engorge and smelled her arousal over the plastic taste invading her oral cavity. She arched her striped back as she took the last half-inch down her throat.

"Such a good slut, keep my cock in your throat until I remove it, and I'll let you have a cum."

Amy stayed where she was, her lungs blocked off, it seemed to her that the cock pulsed inside her throat, was it her imagination or was her throat pulsing on the cock?

"Very good, so well trained, look up at me with those puppy eyes, always look at owner of the cock in your throat as you suck it."

Amy turned her eyes toward her mistress. She consciously opened and relaxed her eyes, she felt a slight build up of moisture in her eyes, perhaps it was to match the moisture in her pussy.

Her lungs were starving and she kept trying to lick the bottom of the cock, she kept her eyes on her mistress.

"Very good little slut, very good, just a little longer."

Her lungs were trying to pump air when there wasn't air, eyes open, but things looked a little odd to her, was that grey around the edges?

Nancy could see the distress Slut was in, she admired her for not pulling back, she was proud of herself that in less than 24 hours she had reduced Amy to this.

"All right little slut, you have done well."

Mistress eased the cock from her throat, she stayed as she was, mouth open, leaning forward from her leg-spread kneeling position, her bruised and striped bottom thrust out, her juices beginning to ooze down her inner thighs.

Once the cock was out she breathed, out, then in, then out and in, soon she was able to breathe normally. 

"Very good little slut, now back into the middle of the room, yes, that's it."

Once Amy-slut was back in front of Nancy, the mistress came out of her chair and bending over she eased the cock between her slave's lower lips, moved it back and forth between them, and slowly pushed it into her.

It was tight, it was bigger than anything Amy had ever had in her pussy, but not gargantuan, it still fell at the upper end of human norm, but it filled her pussy, touched parts of her that had never felt that pressure.

It was slow going getting it in, it was very tight, any bigger and it would result in pain, as it was it felt like Nancy was shoving her forearm into her. Amy tried to relax, to draw it in, she didn't want her Mistress to think she was refusing.

With only a half inch left hanging out of Amy, Nancy leaned forward and gently kissed Amy, she let her tongue softly probe and Amy opened her mouth and let it in.

The surprisingly gentle kiss lasted a little longer, Amy remained passive as Nancy explored her mouth, glad that she had been allowed to floss and brush this morning.

Nancy disengaged and sat back down in her chair. She picked up a camera, set it to take movies and pointed it at Slut.

"You look so delicious my little slut, here is your reward for being such a good little girl, you have five minutes to fuck yourself and make yourself cum, make it good, I want an erotic film, not some mechanical performance followed by a fake orgasm." She waited for a few seconds, then in a loud voice: "Action!"

Amy looked up, then gave a silent kiss to the camera, then with one hand gently rubbing a nipple she reached for the dildo with her other. She couldn't understand why she was so turned on by being dominated but she was.

She was soon slowly pumping the dildo in and out of her pussy, she held it in such a way that on each in-stroke her thumb caressed her clit. She continued to tug and twist her nipple, then moved to the other one. The large cock in her pussy was exciting her.

Nancy watched the huge plastic dildo slowly emerge, then just as slowly disappear back into the completely bald pussy. Amy was soon moving faster and Nancy could see the dildo glisten as it emerged.

Amy was cupping her whole breast, first one, then the other. She squeezed them, hard, feeling the burn from the beatings they had suffered earlier. A momentary worry flitted past her consciousness, was she becoming turned on by pain, was that what Nancy wanted?

With her hand around a breast, she captured the nipple between two fingers and pinched them. Still sensitive from the beatings they, glowed with extra heat, sending the sensations to her pussy, her full, engorged, stretched pussy. She pushed the dildo out, then drew it back in, she could feel her flesh clinging to it as it left, and mashing back when the dildo reversed.

The pain in her sore back and thighs lessened and she could ignore it as the endorphins released by her brain let her concentrate on pleasure, on her coming cum. Oh yes, that was such a good benefit from arousal, it helped deaden any pain or soreness she had. Hopefully Mistress would let her cum again and again.

Amy picked up speed, and was soon mauling her own breast and yanking hard on her nipples, she knew that the five minute mark was closing in and she wanted to cum, she was panting and moaning, totally uninhibited and not wondering or even curious about what Nancy was going to do with the videos and pictures she was taking.

She soon felt the orgasm approaching, she jammed the cock into herself, her thumb mashing her large and engorged clit down against the plastic monster protruding from her cunt, her free hand pulling a nipple far out from her chest, her face a picture of lust and pain at the same time.

She held that position as she thrust and pumped her hips back and forth while the cum washed through her body, all her nerve endings shooting pleasure into her brain.

When she became aware of her surroundings she could hear Nancy clapping.

"Well done little slut, well done. My little slave-slut has saved herself from another beating, I do believe I could sell that video for real money."

Amy-slut lowered her eyes and stayed in position, on her knees, legs spread and her free hand on her thigh, the other hand holding the cock in her cunt. Nancy put her camera away and told slut to clean up herself and the dildo.

Amy had a few minutes alone to think as she cleaned the dildo off, she realized that she was already used to being naked in front of Nancy, she never would have thought that she could make that adjustment so quickly. She hoped she would somehow get out of Nancy's clutches but still realized that the whole situation stimulated her in many ways.

The rest of the evening was training for Amy, she learned new positions, things such as the usual kneeling position, but with her hands clasped behind her neck, or bend over with face on the floor and ass raised up with arms behind her back or palms on the floor. She was given a butt plug and told that from now on she would wear a plug.

It was an early night, but both of them were tired. After licking her Mistress to orgasm yet again Amy found that Nancy had yet another evil plan for Amy's sleep. She produced a winter hat with ear-flaps, she placed the dreaded ear-buds in Amy's ears again, then placed the hat on her.

Amy found that the top of the hat had a circle cut out of it, and Nancy pulled her slave's hair into a top pony-tail before putting the hat on, Amy's hair now thrust out of the top of the hat, a few scrunchies and it had an exotic look. Nancy decided that this was going to be the 'do that her slave would have whenever she was naked.

Nancy's mind was being corrupted by the power she had over her neighbor, she kept dreaming up more and more things to do. She was considering shaving the woman's head, except for a top-knot. She wasn't concerned with what other people would think, she had a fleeting thought that her slave could wear a wig in public, but more and more she warmed to the idea of keeping Amy hidden in her house for ever.

She decided that she would get some Tattoos for her slave as well as some piercings. Yes, perhaps several rings in each labia as well as nipple rings, a large tramp-stamp would be in order as well.

Amy soon found herself at the foot of Nancy's bed, her hands were chained to collar and the ear-buds were playing soothing music, interspersed with whispered instructions and confidence destroying slogans. In spite of that she slept deeply, her dreams weird and un-remembered.




Bad Vibe: Domination Ch. 02



This story is actually an ALTERNATE version of "Bad Vibe: Domination Ch 01". This starts at the same time as BV Domination Chapter 1, but the actions of the characters are completely different. In this chapter we see that Ch 01 was a very bad dream that Amy had. Think of Domination Ch 01 as an alternate universe. Like the alternate Universe in Star Trek, where Spock has a Van Dyke, and in ST Deep Space Major Kira wears that sexy sexy skin tight leather outfit and is so evil. This story on the other hand is more in line with the previous chapters of Bad Vibe.

For those of you who really liked Domination Ch 01, I am working on a story called "Bad Wife." look for it. In that story I will continue where Domination Ch 01 left off -- in the alternate/nightmare universe.

This story is a fictional fantasy and should NOT be read by anyone who is under 18 years of age or who is offended by frank language, ("Oh no!") sexual situations, ("No, you wouldn't") fetish, ("I'm going to faint!") and even incest ("Not that! Help!!") and other foul and disgusting trash. 

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"Mom, Mom! Wake up, wake up!"

"Huh? Whaaaaa. Oh god, I had a terrible dream honey."

"I know, you were thrashing around on the bed, moaning and even trying to scream. I've never seen anything like that."

"Give me a minute Craig."

Amy got up and ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Craig could hear her in throwing up for a long long time. Then he heard her flush and the shower started. 

He was really worried, she had tangled up the sheets and the spot where she had been sleeping was soaking with sweat.

He got up and changed the bedding, taking the sweat soaked sheets to the laundry room. He then busied himself in the kitchen, stacking the dishes from last night in the dishwasher and generally tidying up. 

He sensed that his Mom wanted to be alone for a while. When he got back upstairs his Mother was stepping out of the bathroom wearing her terry robe. She looked pale and distressed.

"What's the matter Mom, dinner not agree with you? I knew we should have had Mexican, that sports bar, we went to, Shotguns, I think sometimes they don't really keep things sanitary."

"No, nothing like that, I just had a bad dream, a real bad one, the Night-Mare took me on a heck of a ride and I wish I had never gone to sleep. I'm still frightened"

"Maybe if you talked about it ...."

"It was bad, Well, it started good, we had some fantastic sex next door in their basement, in that dungeon you told me about, but there were hidden video cameras. When she got back Nancy had video of us making love in their dungeon, she threatened to expose me, us, it could have meant prosecution, or me losing my Real Estate license. I had to become her sex slave and she was brainwashing me. It was horrible."

"Oh Mom, I guess we better be very careful about our, uh, our situation."

"Our lovemaking. I don't seriously think anyone would put us in jail, you're not a minor and I doubt anyone in the state licensing board would care, but it would be very embarrassing and a lot of people would go to another Real Estate Company rather than use ours."

The hugged, but Amy wasn't in the mood for sex, or even smooching so they went to breakfast, they both had cereal and kept their thoughts to themselves. 

Craig was wondering about the DVDs he had copied to his lap-top, if anything like the blackmail that Amy had dreamed about were to happen, he had the perfect counter. He decided not to tell her about them.

Amy left for a few hours to do some last minute shopping. She asked Craig to not go over next door, they would go over after she came back to check things over and bring in the mail.

Amy wore some jeans and a blouse under a sweater with her long winter coat over everything else. She had some things she wanted to get, clothes for Craig and some lingerie for herself. While she was gone Craig wrapped the gifts that he had for her, at least the ones that hadn't been wrapped at the store. 

Then he did some laundry, both the things that he had brought back from his dorm room at the university, anything her could find of hers, as well as the bedding. He made a call to his father, talking to him and exchanging greetings with his Dad's new wife and his half sister and step sister. 

He thought about divorce and how that of his parents sucked, but had to admit that both his parents seemed happier. He also had to admit that he would never have gotten to make love to his Mother, or Alice, and probably not Maude either, if they hadn't split up. Being a young man that counted for a lot.

Amy got back and they had lunch then picked up the mail and let themselves into the house next door. Amy seemed spaced out and went from room to room still able to remember the nightmare she had last night. (See Bad Vibe: Domination Ch 01.)

Amy snooped around looking for hidden cameras. The dream seemed very real. She did find a closet in the dungeon, but it was full of shelves filled with various mundane things. There was not enough room to close the door with her inside. The furniture in the dungeon was pretty much as Craig and Alice had, separately, described it.

Everything seemed normal and she left Craig to lock up. She went home and into her bedroom to wrap up some of the purchases she made that morning. Craig got home later and went searching for her, she seemed unusually subdued and quiet, he was worried and wanted to make sure she was all right.

She was sitting on the middle of her bed with a pile of wrapped packages stacked near the door, ready to take down to the tree. She wore her terry robe and was sitting cross legged. 

When Craig stuck his head through the door she had a hand inside the robe slowly rolling a nipple between her fingers.

"Can I come in?" He had a huge grin on his face.

"Mmmm I was hoping you would show up soon."

Amy pulled her robe open as she lay back on the bed. Craig was totally entranced by the sight of his mother laying back in the middle of the bed, her legs spread with knees slightly bent, the lapels of the robe open and exposing her breasts and rock hard nipples.

With her head propped up Amy could see down her body and watched her son place himself at the foot of the bed staring at her open pussy and up her tummy to her breasts and then up to look in her eyes.

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world."

"I'm glad you think so honey, you make me feel like it. Now why don't you do a little strip tease for your old Mom?"

Craig blushed but started to swing his hips back and forth, gently shuffling his feet as the slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He had a nervous smile on his face, he felt a little silly but didn't want to disappoint his Mom. He had certainly done far more embarrassing things with Maude.

Amy had to give him credit, he made a decent try at doing a slow classic style strip tease. After his shirt was unbuttoned he would turn and show one shoulder, the slip it back up.

Then show the other, finally dropping down his back when he was facing away from her, turning around he had his hands in front of him as if covering up his breasts.

He kicked his boots off and made a show of pulling off his socks as if had long stockings, putting his foot up on the chair she had in front of her make-up table. 

When it came time to drop his jeans he again dropped then facing away, letting them drop past his bottom a little at a time then pulling them up. Finally clad only in his boxers he repeated the sequence with them and naked turned, his rampant cock bouncing with every movement.

Approaching the bed he crawled toward Amy, right between her legs he lowered his face to nuzzle into her soaking pussy. 

Soon the only sounds were the panting of Amy and the squishing sounds his fingers made as they fucked into and out of her pussy. He lapped with his tongue, exploring her entire slit and then began a slow flicking or her clit.

His fingers, lubed and slippery from her pussy traced their way down, sliding up and down a few times to tease her, then pushed against her pucker. Amy gave a little sigh and he pushed into her. 

He had barely got his single finger into her when she gasped and tensed her legs, lifting her bottom off the bed. She held that taught position for what seemed to Craig as a long time, he kept suction on her clit as she pulled his head into her. She kept a groaning keening sound the entire time.

Finally she dropped her bottom and lower back onto the bed and relaxed her grip on his head. He gave one last flick of his tongue to her clit, resulting in a full body shudder from Amy, then eased his finger out of her. 

He lay for a long time, his head resting against her inner thigh before getting up and washing his finger. He left her juices on his face, he loved the smell of her.

When Craig came back into the bedroom Amy was under the covers and she held them open for him to slide in beside her. She reached for his erection as soon as he was in bed with her. 

They lay on their sides facing each other and began kissing. Amy held onto his cock and slid her leg over his hip, and guided his cock into her.

He couldn't get his cock into her as deep as some other positions but he loved the close togetherness of the position, kissing her, nibbling on each other looking into her eyes as she slowly flexed her hips, sliding him in an out slowly, driving him crazy.

"I love you darling, more than you know."

"I love you too Mom, I can't stop thinking about you."

A tear slid down her cheek.

"Why are you sad Mom."

"You're going back to school soon. Meeting other women, girls, I'll miss you."

"I can transfer."

"No, you need to stay at Ames. It has to be, I'll always be here for you, but you need to find someone your own age."

"I'll stay faithful to you forever."

"No, that can't be, lets just enjoy each other when we can, that's all we can do honey."

"You're right, but I will always love you."

"And I you."

The thrusts were becoming harder, more frequent, he could see her face starting to tense up, the faraway look in her eyes as she concentrated, he felt it in himself, the tight pleasure, the feeling of almost being 'there'.

He noticed that his Mom had one hand pinching a breast, the other on her clit.

"Ahhhh,nnnnnn."

She came, he felt her tighten around him in pulses, he felt the muscles along her spine tense, he slid his hand to her bottom, felt the flex in those muscles as she pushed against him, trying to take as much of him into her as she could. 

He felt the pulses of his cum shooting into her, burying his head into her neck he flooded into her wetness and held onto her and sank and sank and sank into her, her soft bed, her soft dampness, her heart her dream her sleep, her, sank into her, sleep, sleep.

He woke as she got up, he didn't know how much later, he watched her go into the bathroom and then as she came out and got dressed again. She left and said she had some things to do at the office and to be home before supper.

Craig made some phone calls and went out later in the afternoon to meet some friends from High School, both those that went to different Colleges or Universities as well the ones that stayed home and were working. 

He was very interested in the local 4-year college, Woodston College. He had been thinking of transferring so that he could stay home with his mother, although he knew that she would be against it, she wanted him to meet new people and experience new opportunities. Specifically to meet new girls.

He finished making the rounds and catching up with his old friends and started heading home. By the time he pulled into the garage the sun was just about setting. As he came into the house Amy was there waiting and threw her arms around him.

"Hey Mom, you seem in a better mood." He was grabbing her bottom through the long dress was wearing now, and was about to lay a sexy mouth to mouth kiss on his own mother. She turned her head away just in time.

"Craig honey, guess who's here!"

He practically jumped away from her and went around the corner to the living room. Alice and Sherry were there. Sherry on the couch and Alice in the love-seat.

Sherry was the assistant slash receptionist slash file clerk in the Real-estate office that Alice and Amy owned. She was the only employee that was left after they had to let the other two agents go earlier in the year due to the bad economy. She was about 7 or 8 years older than Amy in her early 50's.

Craig always liked Sherry. When he was little the school bus would drop him off at the office and if Amy was busy Sherry would look after him. She even had an extra office chair for him to sit at her desk beside her with. 

He once told her that he wanted to marry her when he grew up. Of course he also told Alice and even his Mom the same thing back then.

Sherry didn't really look her years, even though she left her once-black hair untouched. It was now streaked with grey but still kept in the same jaw length hairdo that she had when he was little. 

He automatically checked her out, estimating that she had about a C cup breast and was still fairly thin, which looked good on her nearly six foot height. She could look Craig in the eye when they stood facing each other. Or a little better when she had on her signature medium high heels.

"Craig, aren't you going to say hello to our guests?"

"Oh, hi you two. Sherry it has been a year or so since I talked to you. Still looking as pretty as I remember."

"Craig, you are a charmer, and don't think I have forgotten your proposal." She quipped back with a smile.

"Craig, I thought you asked me to marry you." Alice said with a mock pout.

"I'm not sure who I asked first." He laughed.

"No, actually you asked me first. At least a year before you started flirting with these two floozies." Amy said as she brought mugs of hot coffee in from the kitchen.

"I've always thought that you two were very well matched, and it seems he decided to stay with you. I guess Alice and I will have to go looking elsewhere for a husband." 

They all laughed, but Craig blushed as he wondered if Sherry knew what he and his mother had been doing. Surely Alice wouldn't have told her? 

He went and sat next to Sherry in the love-seat, the slight contact as their hips touched when he sat down actually sent a chill through him. He smiled to himself as he wondered about Sherry's sex life.

The four of them chatted and laughed as the evening passed. Alice and Sherry had come in separate cars but at the same time, Amy having called each of them to see if they wanted to spend a quiet evening and informal meal. 

The plan also included exchanging the traditional inconsequential or gag gifts that the office members had been doing for years.

Craig on the other hand had produced some beautiful silk scarves, dyed in various subtle and beautiful colors for the three women. He had got them from a small shop near the University that had them on sale. Amy served her home made tomato soup and they all enjoyed themselves.

As the evening wore down Alice was the first to leave, she cornered Craig under the plastic mistletoe and gave him a fairly chaste kiss on the lips before leaving. The other two ladies both laughed and Sherry even commented that he would be happy when it was her turn.

His Mom was cleaning up in the kitchen when Sherry stood under the mistletoe and crooked her finger at Craig. He walked over casually and was a little surprised when she looped her new scarf over his head and pulled him close. 

He automatically slid his arms around the older woman. Sherry looked him in the eyes and whispered to him.

"You've been flirting with me all evening young man, don't you know it's impolite to get a girl all hot and bothered that way without giving her some sort of consolation prize?"

With the scarf dangling around his neck she took his head and both hands and pulled him in to a long and sensual kiss. Craig's hands both slid from their polite position on her back, down to her bottom. He cupped her butt cheeks and squeezed, pulling her into him. 

He had become instantly erect, his cock pushing up diagonally in his underwear and as their hips pushed together Sherry could easily feel it pushing against her mound. 

She had always loved her height, it put her groin and about the same level as most men, and in these situations she could feel their arousal directly against her mons and not against her tummy as most most women of shorter stature would.

She ground herself against him as her tongue pushed into his mouth. She had always been bisexual, taking pleasure from men and women, but lately mostly with women. Something about this young man, his new found confidence or just the idea of his youth, remembering him as a toddler and now seeing him in a sexual light, was extremely erotic. She half wished that something more could come of it, but knew that this kiss was all they could share.

And they shared that kiss for a long time. Craig began to caress her bottom and was starting to slide his hand up her side, sure that she would let him cup her breasts, or at least a little side breast, when his mother came out of the kitchen.

She saw the two in an obviously deep sexual kiss and was surprised, then jealous then finally accepting that this was just a consequence of the fun and flirty night the four of them had gone through.

"All right you two, time to break it up, unless Sherry wants to take Craig home?" She threw in a half laugh at the last part.

"Oh I would, but then I wouldn't be able to let him go," she shot back as she released Craig and he her.

Craig just stood there sheepishly, knowing that if he turned around his mom could see how aroused the kiss had made him.

"Well I better get to bed, Sherry it's been really nice. Mom, good night." And he practically ran upstairs without turning around.

"God he's got a fine butt," Sherry commented.

"I know." Amy answered without thinking.

The two of them looked at each other and laughed.

"I saw him giving yours a good going over," Amy said.

"I don't know if I'm glad or mad you came back when you did."

"I thought you were more interested in women."

"No, I go both ways, probably why I never married. It's just that the last few years it's been women, that's who was available, and I had that thing going on with Simone for a long time."

"I believe that's the first time you've ever said her name, I wondered who the secret person that made you so happy, and so sad, was."

"Yup, she was her."

"Does, or did, her husband know?"

"No, don't think he did, I felt funny that time I went to the bank to re-finance my house and he was the one that handled it. I kept wondering."

"He always seems like a nice guy."

"He is, that's what Simone always said. I guess that's why she called it quits with me, just felt guilty."

"Do you love her?"

"No, not really, it was fun, I liked her a lot, still do. No regrets, well just one, we could never spend the night together, I would like to have actually 'slept' with her, you know, actual sleep, not just sex."

"I know, it's another level of intimacy isn't it."

"I'm grateful that you never seemed to judge me, I know I didn't keep some of my affairs over the years very discreet."

"You kept it out of the work place. That's what counts."

"You never worried, or at least acted like you were worried that I would come on to you?"

"No, the same as with Keith when he worked there, I never worried about him, or any other guy, I suppose I would have handled it the same when a guy came on to me."

"No horror or disgust?"

"No actually I think I would have been more tempted, or at least curious, than when guys did."

"You were getting propositioned a lot weren't you, husbands selling or buying houses, people in town on the chamber, service clubs you were in, Keith, Don, whoever else worked there over the years."




Bad Vibe: Domination Ch. 02



"No just those two. Not many guys liked working with me. Really, you act like I'm some kind of beauty queen."

"No, not like that, but there's an air about you, something, something really sexy, I don't know what, maybe pheromones. Something."

They were standing very close together now. Unknown to them Craig was at the top of the stairs, laying down on the hallway floor and listening to them, in a very very hard condition. 

Were the two of them going to do something. He had had been with his Mom with two other women, Alice and Maude and it had been incredible. Or was he jealous?

"You never said anything." Amy whispered, they were almost touching, Amy realized that they were under the mistletoe and wondered what would happen if she initiated a kiss right now.

"I didn't want things at work to get weird."

"But now?"

"I know there's been an offer on the firm, I know how little business we're doing."

"I've always wondered about you, you and ...."

"Us? For how long?"

"It was curiosity, I've had, a couple, a few, experiences, in school and ..."

"In college, that was a while ago."

"Yes then." She wasn't about to mention Alice right now, and certainly not Alice and Craig and her, together, the other night. And Maude, she didn't need to know about Maude.

"When did you first get curious, about me."

They were touching, their breasts, with hardened nipples, just barely grazing. The taller woman had a hand extended, resting on Amy's upper arm. Amy's other hand was resting on her own tummy.

She sensed that Sherry's lower tummy was nearly touching the back of that hand. They both spoke in whispers, barely audible. Upstairs Craig could only hear murmurs.

"My ex-husband, he knew, or suspected about you. A long time ago, in bed one night, he wondered, he thought it would be sexy if you and I ... it was just a passing fantasy, I think, for him."

"And he would watch, and when we were done, he would fuck me, with you there, and convert me."

"Probably, he never said anything again, things were starting to go bad about then, not long after I think he started seeing someone else."

"But you didn't forget about it did you?"

Amy's arm moved under Sherry's hand, moved as Amy placed her hand on Sherry's hip, she gently pulled a little, bringing Sherry even closer. Amy's other hand turned outward, it was a little awkward but she raised it as their bodies closed and cupped Sherry's boob. Sherry's other hand closed around Amy's waist and also pulled.

Their heads tilted and their lips met, softly, so softly, just barely touching, gentleness, reverence. Amy realized that while Sherry had something under her soft flannel blouse, perhaps a camisole, she didn't have a bra, the taller woman's C cup breasts were free, why hadn't she noticed their freedom? Had Craig. Why was she thinking about Craig?

The kiss intensified, a little nibbling on Amy's lower lip, then a soft barely there touch of tongue between her lips, she opened, she let Sherry take the lead. It was wonderful, softer even than Alice, or Maude, gentler. More experienced. She went nearly limp, she knew her panties were soaked.

Amy tugged Sherry, upstairs, softly, muffled giggles as the quietly climbed the stairs, Amy hoping that Craig wasn't waiting for her in her bed. Surely he had heard them flirting under the mistletoe. They slipped into Amy's bedroom and she was relieved to note that Craig wasn't there.

Craig stood crouching in the dark, peering out the crack of his not quite closed door. He had a hard time believing that Sherry and his Mom were seducing each other. His cock was hard and throbbing, he wanted to join them, but knew that he shouldn't, if his mother wanted Sherry to know, then let her spill the beans.

Even after deciding not to interrupt, he couldn't stop himself from slowly opening the door all the way and creeping across the landing toward his mothers' bedroom. 

The door wasn't quite closed, and left a gap of about 8 inches for him to look through. Did his Mom leave it open on purpose, if so was it to let him watch, or to let him see she had company and stay away. 

Amy purposely left the door partly open, hoping that Sherry wouldn't notice. She wasn't sure why she did it. The two of them walked arm in arm the few steps to the king sized bed, they both looked at the surface of the bed, both a little nervous that they hadn't misinterpreted the intentions of the other.

There was only a small bedside lamp on, and that, with the aid of the moon shining in the window was all that Craig needed to see what was going on. He could make out that the silhouettes of the two women, see that they each had an arm around the other. He listened carefully.

The two women turned toward each other and met in another kiss, then part enough to look at each other in the semi darkness.

"Sherry, in here we forget what we are at work, we're just us. I hope you understand."

"Yes, and I wonder if you've had much experience with another woman, you kiss well, but you're nervous and your voice shakes, we can stop if you want."

Amy kissed her again.

"I want this, yes I've had some experience recently but not much."

"I've seen a few looks you and Alice have exchanged the past few weeks. Shhhh don't say anything, I certainly won't."

Amy clasped Sherry closely nuzzling her neck, smelling her scent.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"But Amy darling, there is one more thing, I like to be in charge in the bedroom, is that clear?"

They stood apart a little, just a foot or two separating them.

"I, I, I'm n not sure."

"I'm a little bit dominant dear, I enjoy ordering my girlfriends, or my boyfriends, around. I like to make them do things for me before their turn."

"Th, things?"

"Little things, or embarrassing things. Maybe things that hurt, just a little. Would you like to play?"

Amy was excited, she was expecting some exciting fun, but this suddenly coming from someone who she had always assumed was meek and quiet, practically flooded her panties.

"Oh yes, yes please."

"Undress then."

Just that, flat, unremarkable, just 'undress then'. Amy was trembling, she had been thinking about these kind of things for some time, but now. Now so unexpectedly, so suddenly.

Craig was hard, hard and stroking his cock, he was kneeling as he peered through the gap in the door. He could just barely hear the quiet murmuring, and was thrilled that his mother was going to play with Sherry. 

He thought that he should be invisible, there wasn't any light at all behind him, he knew from experience how dark the hallway was. The night light that they usually kept there had burned out recently and he hadn't replaced it. He should be just a shadow against the blackness.

Amy stepped back and started to sit at the stool of her dressing table to take off her tall sexy boots.

"No dear, you're not allowed to sit on chairs with me. Sit on the floor."

Amy gulped, her eyes widened as she crouched, then sat on the floor. Lifting her leg to get at her boot allowed her skirt to fall and bunch against her waist, she pulled first one boot then the other free, placing them upright beside her.

"I've always admired your legs Amy, you don't have any idea of the number of times I've imagined us in the this situation. Now I want you too keep your dress pulled up and kneel on the floor facing me."

Amy did as she was told, assuming she didn't need to respond, not sure her voice would work if she tried to. Craig was beside himself, he thought back to the times that he had played the submissive with Maude at the university, even if he no longer wanted to play the submissive anymore, the sight of his mother with a dominant woman was almost more than he could bear.

"Now Amy, remove your sweater and blouse."

Amy pulled her sweater over her head, then patted her hair back into place. The older woman was mesmerizing her. With trembling hands she undid her buttons and pulling the tails from her skirt she carelessly tossed her blouse aside.

"Poor little Amy, so eager to please, to obey, you have so much to learn. In the future you will have to remember to fold your clothing and carefully place it next to you."

Amy was speechless and her hands were trembling, she thought she heard movement behind the door, oh no, the door, was Craig watching?

If Sherry heard anything above the pounding of her heart she didn't show it. She knew she was playing the part of a firm dominatrix but she had never done it for real, all her experience in this type of game was in on-line chat rooms. And of course in the erotic fiction she devoured. 

"You can stand up now." Sherry wasn't sure at this point how she kept the trembling out of her voice. She had many girlfriends over the years but never as a Domme, The thrill of ordering her boss around was electric.

"Now your skirt."

Amy unbuckled the belt around her pleated skirt, then unhooked the catch and lowered the zipper. Dropping the skirt down her legs was a sight that had Craig entranced. He marveled that somehow the two women had managed to dress so much alike this evening. 

Yes they wore different colors, but both wore heavy pleated skirts that came below their knees, with sweaters over blouses above. They also both had on tall stylish winter boots with good walking soles and moderate heels.

Craig watched his mother step out of her skirt and carefully fold it before placing it beside her boots.

"That's a good little pet, so quick to learn. I'm proud of you."

Amy stood in her bra and panties. Both in pale blue with moderate amounts of lace. Her hair seemed to glow in the diffuse light. 

Sherry beckoned her more toward the center of the room, then slowly walked around her, inspecting her capture. Craig tried to hold off the orgasm that he could feel trying to burst forth.

A finger slid under Amy's bra strap, pulled and let it snap back. This was signal enough for her to reach behind and unhook it. 

As soon as both hands were behind her releasing the catch, Sherry grasped her hands, pinning them behind her victim's back. She leaned forward over her victim's shoulder and whispered in her ear:

"Wouldn't your son be interested in what's happening right now? How would he react if he saw his naked mother submitting to another woman. Would be be excited, aroused, or disgusted? Perhaps we'll find out later."

Amy whimpered.

Sherry released her hands and Amy let the bra fall forward, she carefully folded it and placed it atop her skirt, then stood straight with her hands at her side. Her nipples were extended, Sherry could already smell the aroma of Amy's arousal, it added to her own.

"Lose them." Sherry ordered pointing at Amy's pale blue satin panties

Craig shuddered as watched his mother bend at the waist and push her panties down, past her knees, then step out of them one foot at a time, straightening she folded them and then dropped them onto her other clothes. 

Her bare pussy glinted in what light the bedside lamp cast, and Craig could now smell how aroused she was, he froze in place and came as he watched his mother, naked, standing still while Sherry, fully clothed looked her over.

His cock pulsed and shot, again and again. He tried to catch it all in his hand, but in the dark couldn't be sure that he got it all. He was trembling and his cock hardly got soft. He prayed he hadn't made any noise, his heart was still pounding and his breathing was labored. 

A few minutes later Sherry and Amy heard the bathroom door close and soon after the shower started. It was just a quiet hiss and might have been missed if both women hadn't been listening ever since the quiet gasp came from the doorway. Sherry smiled.

Sherry sat on the edge of the bed and extended a boot, Amy was quick to unzip and pull it off, followed by the other. When Sherry stood Amy took each article of clothing as Sherry removed it, then folded and placed it carefully on the chair.

When Sherry was only wearing her bright red satin panties with black trim she stood still, pointed in front of her. Amy stood looking up at the taller woman, and sank to her knees when a slight pressure was applied to her shoulder.

"Take them off." 

Take them off, Amy shuddered with ecstasy and put her hands on Sherry's hips, then gently pulled the panties down, she took in the soft aroma of an other woman, and as soon as she had folded and placed the panties beside her she started to lean forward, and was stopped.

"Not yet." Sherry sat back down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs.

"Ask for permission."

P, p, please please let me."

"Let you?"

Let me ... go down on you."

"Do you want to lick my pussy?"

"Yes, please Sherry, please, let me lick your pussy, let me lick you until you cum!"

"Good little girl, you may start." Amy knee-walked the short distance forward.

Craig stood under the water for a long time. Long enough for his imagination to stop his cock from deflating. He didn't know why, but watching his mother follow Sherry's order to strip and then to stand while Sherry looked her over, totally aroused him. For his mother to be so aroused at the same time added to his arousal.

He eventually shut off the shower, erection still intact and dried off. He hadn't taken time to go to his own room and get a change of clothes, not even a clean T-shirt and boxers to wear to bed, so he shut off the bathroom light and stepped into the darkness of the hallway. And someone was there, he could sense someone. 

"Mom?"

"No, shsss, quiet, she's sleeping."

"OK, Sherry?"

"Yes, look, I wanted to make sure you didn't mind me and your Mom, uh ..."

"No, that's OK, it was just a little surprising. Actually kind of neat." Sherry chuckled quietly. 

"I thought so too. Look, I'm not trying to start a long term relationship, things just happened."

"That's OK, are you staying for Christmas Day?"

"I forgot that it was Christmas Eve, my gosh, no I think I'll leave early."

"No, really, I'm sure Mom wouldn't mind, you can stay, I didn't get a present for you thought."

"Are you sure it's OK?"

"It's fine."

"That's settled, I didn't have plans, no relatives nearby, I hate the holidays. Oh, yeah, I need to use the bathroom."

They parted, and as he turned toward his room, he felt Sherry pull his towel loose and slap his bottom. He turned, erection at full rise and slapped hers as she turned into the bathroom.

Sherry flipped the light on and gave a quiet laugh as she stood in the doorway and pulled her robe apart. He saw her naked body.

"Sweet dreams baby!"

He waved and went into his room. Craig tossed and turned and started to stroke his cock but slowed down and finally stopped, deciding that it was probably better to hold off for now. 

He fell asleep quickly and was having a wonderful dream, he was watching Tara and Zoe from the Library at school in a torrid sixty-nine, then somehow Tara was sucking him. He woke up just before he came.

"Did I wake you Craig, it seemed like you were having a great dream."

"Sherry?"

"Mmmm." She went back to sucking on his cock, her mouth completely engulfing his cock, he felt himself sliding into her throat while her hands softly caressed his balls. 

She slid up, he heard her take a deep breath and noticed that as her mouth gave up his cock, her hand held onto it and kept stroking him.

"I'm almost there, nearly there."

She pulled up, and moved up his body, in the darkness he felt her breath, then her lips on his, it was a soft and sensual kiss, he put his arms around her and slid his hands to her bottom, squeezed both cheeks then let one hand wander up to try to squeeze her breast. She pulled her lips away just as his fingers latched onto a nipple.

"I want you to cum in my mouth honey, just let it go, I hope you don't mind kissing me after."

She went back to work on his erection, he tried to hold on to her nipple, lightly pinching it, but the angle was wrong and he found her pussy. Part of his mind marveled at how wet and slippery it was, he easily slid two fingers into her, and then began to stroke in and out as he tried to find her clit with his little finger.

"Don't worry about me honey, your Mom has been very good, and I'm heading back there later."

He loved that she was shaved, he couldn't even feel a bit of stubble.

"I'm cumming, cumming," followed by a sigh, then a grunt as he shot into her mouth. 

He felt himself shooting and shooting, he also felt as she swallowed once. Her hand milked him as his cock slowly deflated. He was glad he hadn't jacked off that second time.

Once again Sherry positioned herself to kiss her newest lover. Craig didn't flinch and found himself tasting his own cum, she had obviously swallowed some of it. And the two of them explored each others' mouths for some time. Craig could feel himself becoming aroused again.

"Honey this is really fun, but I don't want your mother to wake and miss me."

"You aren't going to hurt her are you?"

"No, just a little spanking, and believe me she enjoyed it. I'm glad you took so long in the shower. She came in a second when I let her, and went out like a light right after that."

"Are you going to, well ... dominate her tomorrow morning?"

"I don't think so, unless you want me to?"

"No, I don't want to mess up her Christmas day. And she might get embarrassed with me there."

"You seem to be accepting of this kinky thing."

"I've had an education at college. Some experience as a submissive."

"Oh, that could be really fun honey."

"Well, lets say I had enough to know that I think I will be more comfortable as a Dom, or at least as a loving and fairly gently Dom. At least I want to try."

"OK sweetie, I better get back to your Mom."

Craig drifted off to sleep, he was half wondering if he had dreamed the whole thing as he drifted off to sleep, he was deep asleep and dreaming again. 

This time he was making love with his mother, they were both naked and in the library at the University, Amy was on a large library table, her bottom at the edge of the table with her legs spread.

Every time he tried to walk over and fuck his mother either Tara or Maude would be kneeling in front of him and sucking on his cock. He could see his mother masturbating as several freshman watched eagerly. He woke up and thought he heard something.

It was still dark outside, but the reflection of the street light and the moon on the snow outside gave a ghostly light that enabled him to see shadows and shapes in the room. He saw someone walking toward the bed.

"Who?"

"It's me honey," Amy whispered.

To be continued.