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Now Serving Ch. 01

By: IdeeFixee



This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don't like the juxtaposition. There's plenty of both. To phrase it differently, this story contains harsh BDSM with incest and incest with harsh BDSM, so please don't read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres. 

Otherwise, these chapters contain many of the physical attributes, mental characteristics, toys and devices to be found in my previous pieces. All characters are of legal age. 

In the past, many enthusiastic readers have contributed positive and creative ideas. However, it's my custom to complete an entire story before submission, so I won't be returning to Now Serving to make changes. 

Instead, I'm currently working on a new story. It's a shorter piece with fewer characters. However, I welcome your non-irate, non-flaming comments and will try to respond to your questions. 

***** 

Planning was half the fun. Matthew and his hot daughter, Janette, spent weeks over the summer, plotting the scenario. They wanted a naturally sexy, impressionable girl, similar to Janette in appearance, who was eager to learn and could be trained. 

Once Janette's senior high school semester began, she spent weeks looking without luck, even at other schools. She went to baseball and soccer games, extracurricular club meetings, dances, skateboard parks, and malls. Nothing. Sure, she found a number of possibilities, but none of them fulfilled the criteria. That is, no one had the potential to be as hot as she was. 

Finally, a new girl transferred in from a different city and didn't know anyone locally. Unworldly and awkward, she was shy and insecure, which were all good for Janette and her father. Another benefit: the new girl's clothes, hair and makeup were all awful. But Janette saw through the girl's appearance and realized the potential. The two of them were similar in shape and coloring, which Matthew, her father, had specified. 

Next to Janette, beneath the tacky unflattering clothing, beneath the rat's nest of tangled, dirty hair, beneath the cheap makeup, Angelina was the hottest, most sensuous girl Janette had seen - only Angie didn't know it yet. Nor did anyone else. Her dated hairstyle obscured thick, straight, jet-black hair. The over-heavy makeup covered a perfect olive complexion. Unflattering, dorky clothing covered her exciting 5' 6" frame, two inches less than Janette. 

Inexperienced, Angie lived a dull life all the way on the other side of town with Justine, a single parent, who worked long hours at a distant school as a Spanish teacher during the day and taught English as a second language in adult ed at night. Justine was practically an absentee mother. And when she was around, she wasn't any better. Poor parenting skills. Angie couldn't stand Justine, for being such a neglectful, irresponsible mother. A bad mother who failed to show up on time, was forever forgetful, broke promises, etc. 

But Angie had at least inherited her hot looks directly from her sensuous 34-year-old mother. When the well-dressed, rich, smart and very pretty Janette befriended Angie, her cool new friend - and her handsome, sexy father - were exactly what the naive girl needed. And the shapely, moldable new arrival was exactly what father and daughter wanted. 

Janette promptly invited Angela to sit at her table during lunch and quickly "adopted" the friendless newbie, giving advice, answering a slew of questions, and extracting useful information. Angie was smart, grateful and malleable. At 18, both were seniors, but Janette had way more life experience and was self-assured, qualities that gave her authority and control over the more passive Angie. The two began spending most of their free time at school together. At the end of their first week, they were already going places together: the mall, cafés, the park. 

For the next two weeks, Janette did a total makeover for her friend, making changes every day. Angie went with Janette to her hair salon, where the sophisticated, confident girl treated the insecure, trusting one to a style and cut so the newcomer's hair matched Janette's: short, straight and tomboy-short, like a young Winona, Halle, Natalie or Demi's pixie cut. Janette gave Angie good makeup, instructed her in how to apply it and began reworking her wardrobe. Since Janette was a B+ student, she helped her protégé with homework, reports and prepping for exams. Angie was reborn. 

Janette had remade the girl in her own image, accentuating the girl's lovely hair, skin and hot body. Angie began spending time after school at Matt and Janette's house, which was large and luxurious compared to Justine's confining, functional apartment in a mediocre and remote neighborhood. When Matt first met Angie, he was immediately excited and thought for one strange, fleeting moment that she was Janette's younger sister. Janette could immediately tell how much her father was attracted to her new sidekick. And it was obvious that Angie was suggestible, pliable. 

For example, when she asked Janette about a boyfriend or boyfriends, Janette was dismissive, expressing her boredom with and disdain for naïve young boys. Soon, Angie was verbally echoing Janette's stated preference for older men, men of the world such as. . . Matt. 

When Matt learned that Angie's mother, Justine, had to moonlight to make extra money, and taught adult ed at night, he and Janette began inviting Angie to stay for dinner. He drove her home several times, to the opposite side of town. That lengthy round-trip, full of red lights, was anything but convenient. But the girl had been so tired that she twisted to the side in the passenger seat, her legs up against the door, and lay her head on Matt's thigh. Her full, short skirt immediately slid down her thighs, revealing the toned young flesh. 

Matt lifted the material so all of it lay above the girl's waist, exposing her tiny panties. They looked just like Janette's. His daughter had groomed the new addition well: the taut panties were sheer and her mons was shaved, revealing a succulent pair of thick lips. Matt smiled. Janette was nothing if not thorough. 

The next day, with Matt's prompting, Janette asked Angie if she'd like to sleep over some nights and Angie responded enthusiastically. Janette suggested that Matt to call Angie's mother, Justine, to ask permission. So he called, explaining his background, impressive job, and that, despite the absence of Janette's mother, who lived on the other side of the country, his daughter was doing very well in school and was delighted to have a new best friend in Angie. 

Even Justine's voice sounded sexy on the phone. She complimented Janette's influence on Angie's appearance, grades and friendship. "It's a relief that Angie has such a great friend in Janette, especially because we're new arrivals and because I work such long hours." The appreciative mother also asked the usual parental questions: "Will there be supervision?" "Would it be any trouble?" And "If she misbehaves, please send her back home immediately." 

"Oh no," Matt said. "If she gets out of line, I'll deal with her in the same way as I do Janette. Strictly." 

"Ok," Justine said slowly, whose own upbringing had been very strict. And she'd been extremely strict with Angie. But she was afraid to ask for details. She hoped that Matt's cryptic response meant he would be severe, since Angie was a stuck-up, resentful, disrespectful brat who deserved to be subdued and made respectful. 

Having Justine's permission - and gratitude - for her daughter's sleepovers, Matt sat down in the living room with the two girls. He explained the rules of the house: hard work at school and serious studying at home, with commensurate rewards in the form of clothing, music, gear, restaurants, trips, concerts, fun weekends, and so on. Violations of the rules would be dealt with promptly in the form of punishment. 

He warned Angie, "If any of your grades go down, or if you misbehave in any way, you will definitely be punished. And I don't mean with a time-out or a spanking. Spankings are only for children. And I have authorization from your mother to deal with you promptly and strictly, as I already do with Janette. Do you understand?" Angie nodded tentatively. 

"How does your mother punish you?" Angie squirmed in her seat. "Does she strike you?" Angie nodded, incredibly embarrassed. "With her hands?" Angie shook her head, too mortified to speak. "Does she use a hairbrush?" The girl was in an agony of humiliation and refused to answer. 

Matt nodded to his daughter. Janette stood and lightly slapped Angie's cheeks. "Daddy asked you a question." 

"With. . . with a strap," Angie blurted. Janette glanced at Matt, both delighted that the girl had experienced corporal punishment. 

"Where did these. . . sessions take place, and what was your mother wearing? 

Angie swallowed. "They happened all around the place. She would strip down to her bra and panties because she would sweat from the exertion of binding and punishing me. 

"Let's make sure you understand. Janette, get up and stand in front of me." His daughter complied, facing him, legs spread wide, her ass in front of Angie. "Raise your skirt." Janette lifted her skirt to her waist and tucked the front and rear fabric into her belt. Father and daughter heard a small intake of breath as Angie saw the red marks at the top of Janette's thighs. 

"Take off your panties." Janette drew them down and off, again widened her stance and leaned forward, resting each of her hands on one of Matt' shoulders, thrusting her ass toward her best friend. Angie shifted on the couch, ogling the stripes covering Janette's ass. She'd seen Janette nude in the girl's showers at school, but this was different and strange. 

"Get up and come here," Matt ordered. Obediently, Angie apprehensively walked over to them. Matt grabbed one of Angie's hands and placed it on one of Janette's welted ass cheeks, moving Angie's hand around the hot flesh. Janette moaned quietly. "Those hurt because Janette was punished only last night. Feel her thighs as well. Angie's hand drifted down, her fingers skimming through Janette's butt crack till they caressed the weals on her friend's young thighs. 

"They're beautiful," Angie whispered. 

"Will you accept this kind of discipline if I deem that you deserve it?" Angie nodded, too stunned and excited to be capable of speech. "Have you ever been punished with anything other than a strap?" 

"Yes Sir. . . ." Matt waited for details. Reluctantly, the girl added, "My mother has stripped me, tied me and punished me with. . . with floggings." Matt and Janette exchanged a glance for a fraction of a second. This was interesting news. He stared at Angie, demanding more. "And since my dad wasn't around, I was also disciplined by my brother. So I accept your authority." 

"Your brother?" 

"Yes, he's really cute and is very close with my mother. They even look the same. But he's very strict." 

"What happened after your mother and brother finished your discipline?" No answer. "Did they ever give you pleasure? Did they ever make you take care of them?" 

Angie said, "Yes, my brother would usually use a. . ." She faltered and stopped. "I mean, he would make me kneel. . ." She changed her mind, bolted from the living room and ran upstairs to her bedroom. 

Matt smiled at his daughter, delighted about the new information. So Angie was not a total stranger to B&D, or to servicing older men. "Good. Then we're done here." Janette lowered her skirt. As she left the room, Matt began planning a demo for Angie. 

~ ~ ~ 

Angie began staying over a couple of nights per week. Her sleepovers quickly increased till she was spending 4-5 nights a week with Janette and Matt. This schedule was actually a relief for the hardworking Justine. She missed her daughter, but life was a bit easier. 

Angie began to imitate Janette's style of dress and behavior at home, wearing thin front-closure blouses and short, full skirts, acting teasingly and flirtatiously with Matt. During the second week, the girls returned to Janette's salon for Brazilian waxes. 

Within only a couple of weeks, Janette had done a total makeover of Angie, including her underwear. One afternoon, they'd just returned from a shopping trip and had both put on their new, gauzy demi-bras and matching boy shorts for the first time. Angie was thrilled to be wearing Janette's treat: expensive and adult lingerie. 

"Hold on!" Janette said, as if she'd just had a great idea. "Let's see what Daddy thinks. He's got great taste in clothes." Janette and he had been sure to walk around the house, scantily clad, a number of times during Angie's sleepovers. When Angie had asked Janette about her parading around in a skimpy bath towel, or an old shirt of her father's without any underwear, or her barechested father wearing only boxer shorts, Janette had just shrugged. "We're so comfortable and casual with each other that it's second nature to us - we don't even notice. It's no big deal. And Daddy's no prude!" 

Father and daughter had laid the ground for a loose atmosphere. For instance, on hot afternoons, Janette had frequently taken a quick dip before a meal and then served the meal at the table wearing her wet bikini. At first, Angie was scandalized and blushed furiously when she saw her friend standing unabashedly next to Matt, holding a serving dish as he helped himself, her micro-thin white panties plastered to her nude mons, her hairless lips as plain as day beneath the transparent gusset. When Janette sat and ate, her tits would strain against the tight bikini top, the broad aureoles and erect dark nipples half-visible throughout the meal. So Angie had become somewhat accustomed to the household's matter-of-fact semi-nudity and her friend's flagrant exhibitionism. 

Angie objected to Janette's idea to summon her father for an opinion on their new lingerie, but Janette had summarily dismissed the girl's protest. "Don't be silly, Angie. You've got a beautiful body and it's time to start showing it off. Besides, you're just like family by now! And anyway he'll see me first. Let's make it a fashion show!" she giggled. Janette ran out of the bedroom before Angie had a chance to protest further. 

Janette pulled Matt into the girls' shared bedroom and shoved him into the easy chair. The late afternoon sun had filled the room with golden light. Matt thought that his daughter was a miracle worker. She had transformed Angie into a mirror image of herself, slightly younger and almost as hot. Due to her shorter frame, Angie's tits looked even bigger on her than Janette's did on her own. 

Angie stood nervously, but Janette grabbed her hand, stretched it above Angie's head and spun the girl around. "Ta-da!" Janette said proudly. Both Angie and Matt laughed. "You look lovely," he told her. "Now turn around again, more slowly." She blushed but obeyed. 

She would have blushed much more, had she realized that Janette had selected a matching pair of underwear whose lace was deceptive: it completely covered the breasts and groin—with the exception of the nipples, aureole and slit. The bra and panties were expensive, well made and beautiful - but also totally slutty. 

Angie would have had to be blind not to notice that whenever one of them arrived at home, father or daughter always kissed warmly and embraced lingeringly. After dinner, Janette changed into thin pajamas or a short nightgown and would spend an hour on the couch next to her dad, watching TV. Eventually, Angie followed suit, sitting on the opposite side of him. Janette and he were both highly tactile; there was a lot of touching, stroking and kissing. Soon Angie snuggled up to him as well, and, missing a father or father-figure in her life, loved it when he began putting his arm around her shoulders or gave her a neck massage. Soon, he was kissing and hugging them both goodnight. 

Janette frequently asked her father to tuck her in. Once he was standing at her bedside, she'd quickly shed her pajamas or nightgown, providing Angie and he with a fleeting picture of her spectacular nudity as she climbed under the sheets. On cooler nights, she'd get into bed wearing her flimsy nightgown, the sheets raised only to her waist, shamelessly showing off her tits and nipples to her father. 

Once Matt had enjoyed the sight of Angie in her revealing bra and panties, he left the bedroom. Angie asked, "Does he have a girlfriend? Does he see women at all?" 

Janette laughed. "Of course not! He's not like that. Besides, why would he want somebody his own age when he has a daughter like me?" She turned over and quickly fell asleep, leaving Angie to ponder the meaning of that reply. 

~ ~ ~ 

Late at night, the two high school seniors would climb into the same bed and "secretly" watch soft-core programs via On Demand, Janette explaining that her father never checked the cable bills. She made sure to include scenes with girl-on-girl action, and would absentmindedly stroke Angie's hands and arms, as best friends commonly did at that age, soon advancing into strokes on the girl's thighs. 

When Angie asked Janette if she liked girls and had ever done anything with them, Janette said, "I like you. And hasn't everybody played with a girlfriend? How could we not?" After only a few of those porn scenes, Janette introduced Angie to increasingly hardcore clips and movies on her laptop. 

Janette used our pool several times a week and gave Angie several old swimsuits to wear. Angie had never worn such abbreviated bikinis, but submitted to Janette's coaxing and, seemed unaware that they revealed everything when wet. She had a phenomenal body, and according to Janette, was a 33C. So the two not only looked like sisters, their bra size was almost identical and they both exuded the same sensual, submissive nature. 

At nighttime, the two girls started watching soft BDSM. Janette was careful to begin slowly with scenes of light bondage, eye masks, etc. She explained how exciting it all was. Naturally, Angie asked if she'd ever done it with a boy, but Janette only giggled and asked Angie if she'd like to bind Janette's arms and legs. 

Janette pulled a black eye mask, a large, long feather and a few of her dad's old silk neckties from her special drawer. She put on the mask and lay on her back, the sleeveless nightie barely covering her mound. As always, the girls started modestly, Janette guiding her protégé as the cooperative girlfriend fastened Janette's wrists together and tied her ankles to the bedpost. Janette coaxed Angie into teasing her incapacitated friend's arms and legs with the feather. That was all that happened. Janette knew she had to go slowly with her friend. 

When Angie next stayed over, it was a Friday night. There was a three-quarter moon shining directly onto the bed. Janette made sure that her friend wore a short nightie like she herself wore, had Angie kneel with her back against the headboard and covered the unresisting girl's eyes with the black mask. Angie giggled, excited by the sensuousness of having her eyes covered. 

Angie was excited, not nervous, since she'd done the same bondage to her friend only a couple of nights before. Barefoot, Janette walked to her bedroom door, opened it silently and motioned to her father. Matt tiptoed in and silently sat in the comfortable easy chair that she'd positioned next to the bed. Janette straddled her bound friend. 

The giggling stopped when Janette bound the beautiful girl's hands behind her back, something Angie was not expecting. Being a born sub - even though she didn't know it - Angie did not protest or object, she only cooed "Ooohhh" in surprise. Janette gave verbal reassurances the whole time, complimenting Angie on how pretty she looked, how sexy her outthrust breasts looked, etc. 


Now Serving Ch. 01



With one hand, Janette stroked the feather along Angie's calves and up to her thighs, applying enough pressure so that it felt sensuous but not ticklish. With her other hand, she alternated between caressing her own breasts and reaching beneath her nightie's short hem to stroke her pussy lips. After a few minutes, she raised Angie's nightgown and tucked the thin fabric under the heavy necklace she'd given the girl. "W-what are you doing?" Angie asked plaintively, her exposed dark nipples hardening. The naive girl's tits looked large in the moonlight, the young fresh flesh begging for attention. 

"Being nice to you," Janette whispered, stroking the feather along Angie's stomach and the lower part of her virginal tits, kissing the girl's cheeks, and moving the instrument to the inside of her pendulous globes, all while she was fondling her own slit, slipping two fingers between her own thick, slick labia. "I can't tickle your skin if it's covered by a nightie, can I, silly?" she scolded. 

Matt pulled his cock out of his boxers. Janette pressed her lips against Angie's parted lips, darting her tongue inside the younger girl's panting mouth. But Angie was overwhelmed by excitement and couldn't deal with it. She turned her head away and was squirming too much, her legs uncrossing and pushing against Janette. 

"Uh oh! What's this?" Janette said in mock shock. Angie's tight thin panties were bulging from the pressure of her mound, completely wet and see-through. Janette pushed the fingers of her other hand inside the waistband of the tight panties and wriggled her hand down till it cupped the teen's soaked slit, fresh from its Brazilian waxing. Angie began to quietly chant "Oh, oh. . . oh!" as her hips pushed rhythmically against her friend's hand. 

"You're not supposed to wear your expensive new panties to bed. They're not for sleeping." She stripped off the damp panties and dropped them on the bed. Janette held each ankle, pushed the girl's legs wide open till they extended at right angles and bound each ankle to the eye hooks in the frame along each side of the bed. 

Father and daughter were excited to see the girl's slender calves and thighs stretched tautly, her nude vulva completely exposed to them. Janette was transfixed, but not so much that her two fingers switched from simply stroking her slick slit to pushing and pumping into her wet hole. She didn't realize that tying Angie's legs so tightly would spread the girl's labia so widely. Matt stared as well. He'd seen the girl's pussy lips when Janette had made the girl pose for him in her new bra and panties, but the sight had been brief and he hadn't realized that her pussy lips were so long and thick. 

"You're so noisy you're going to wake Daddy!" Janette said, feigning alarm as she reached behind her, leaning over precariously till her hand was able to grasp her father's cock. She pulled it and Matt stood, staggering over the few feet to the bed, his member swinging back and forth. 

Janette picked up Angie's panties from the bed, held them beneath her father's cock, grabbed his shaft and squeezed it from halfway down up to his cockhead, until his pre-cum was dripping onto the panties. She pumped his cock till all the pre-come had poured onto the sodden fabric, wadded the panties into a ball and pushed the drenched fabric between Angie's mildly resistant thick lips. The girl's reluctance, completely unprepared for the invasion of the panty gag, caused the pre-cum to smear all over them her lips they were coated with Matt's viscous discharge. Reacting automatically, Angie shook her head back and forth and started to spit out the panty gag. 

"No, no no!" Janette squealed, grabbing another necktie. "Can you imagine what Daddy would do if he heard you and caught us like this? You're forcing me to keep you quiet!" She fastened the tie around Angie's head to hold the gag in place. 

The teen Dom grabbed several extra neckties. With the first, she raised Angie's bound hands six inches and fastened them to one of the wood slats in the headboard behind and above the girl's head, forcing Angie's chest to jut forward, accentuating the apparent size of her C tits and her jutting nipples. 

Matt was stroking himself slowly, gradually increasing the tempo. Janette turned and grinned at him, seeing how excited he was becoming. Turning back to her bound submissive, she saw a film of sweat covered Angie's front, glistening in the moonlight on this warm evening in early September. 

Janette scraped the stiff feather roughly against the innocent's overlarge areoles, accompanied by Angie's moans, and tapped the feather against the imprisoned girl's dark bulging nipples. Matt had to keep himself from groaning aloud as he pumped his dick. 

But before bringing the spread girl any satisfaction, Janette leaned over and reached beneath the bed, picking up her two majorette's batons, used when she was a member the school's marching band. They were small twirling batons, 16 inches wide, made of lightweight metal rods, with cute, pink plastic caps in a mushroom shape on the ends. She placed one horizontally across the girl's chest, above her tits. She was impressed - they were perfect. 

She took two thick rubber bands from her night table drawer and handed one to Matt, who leveled the other baton beneath Angie's tits. He and Janette each stretched a band so it looped around the ends of the batons at each side. In effect, they'd created a makeshift breast press, the rods of the batons pressing into her sub's young flesh. He started slapping all the surfaces of the straining tits, enjoying the resiliency of the firm flesh. 

The startled girl cried out through her gag, surprised by the discomfiting pressure on her pristine breasts, her swollen nipples aching, followed by the slaps. She had no idea that the hands slapping here breasts did not belong to Janette. 

Still driving her fingers up her own cunt, Janette started grinding her thumb against her big clit. She pulled her father's hand off his cock and pushed it onto one of Angie's tits, now swollen from the makeshift breast press and tit slapping. Janette began shafting her father's 7-inch dick, which was pointed directly at Angie's face, while with his other hand he mauled his daughter's swaying tits through her sweaty nightie, roughly squeezing her 34C's and harshly twisting her fat nipples. 

Angie was too far gone, too lost in a haze of bondage and lust, to realize that her friend was not the only one working on her. After all, she'd never before been subjugated with any of this bondage, let alone all of it: the mask, bound wrists, legs spread and tied off, nude in front of her friend, her shaved pussy exposed, her labia open, kissed by a girl, her mouth stuffed with the soaked panty gag, her tits squashed by the batons, her cunt drilled by several fingers while her clit was molested. It was beyond overwhelming. 

Janette stroked her dad's dick faster, enjoying the site of Angie's big tits being crushed, the taut, tortured skin ballooning out obscenely. Then she moved her hand from her own clit and cunt and pressed three fingers into the compliant girl's drenched pussy, crushing her prisoner's fat wet clit beneath a wide thumb as Angie began bucking and shaking in the best climax she'd ever had - by far, trying to twist her torso aside to escape the tit pain, yet pushing her pelvis against Janette's intruding fingers. 

Ready to come, but still trying to hide from Angie that she was being double-teamed, Matt swiveled his hips without warning, pointed his cock at his daughter and spurted, a fountain bursting from his cock and hosing Janette's damp hair, sweaty cheeks and big tits. She was unprepared and therefore unprepared by the torrent of jizz that splattered onto her. Surprised, she started to jerk backward, but Matt had anticipated her reaction and was holding a hand behind her head. He sprayed her, a flood of his thick cum shooting over and over, each shot lasting several seconds. 

Despite her surprise, Janette was used to the gushing fountain, and aware enough to keep her mouth shut, knowing her father liked to first completely coat her fine face and heaving tits. Only when his spurts slowed did she open her wide mouth as far as possible. Even at that late stage, he shot a half dozen loads till her mouth was about to overflow - a violation of his wishes which she knew from experience would be sternly dealt with. 

Frantically, she tried to hold his spunk, but she had not accounted for his excitement from his new submissive. Matt hadn't cum like that for months. Janette couldn't manage the overload and twin streams of thick gunk poured over her thick lower lip. She looked down, dismayed to see the semen streaming down onto her tits, flowing down her cleavage and sliding down her belly. 

Matt yanked up the greasy nightie, baring her taut tanned belly, watching the thick gunk slide across her prominent mound and sink between her shaved lips. She looked up at him and could tell from the set of his mouth that she would indeed be punished for failing at this cream bath. She wondered if Matt would do it the next time with Angie as a witness - or maybe as his helper. He nodded with his chin and she understood, swallowing his cum and and scooping up the overflow from her tits, making a show of holding her fingers above her open mouth so the cum slowly dripped off and fell onto her eagerly outstretched long tongue. 

Then she scraped more cum off her belly, loudly sucking the white goo off her fingers. Finally, she dipped two fingers between her greasy pussy lips and cleaned her dripping digits between her lips. 

Father and daughter returned their attention to their new sub. The scene had gone way beyond their wildest imaginings. Angie lay dazed, her slim belly still heaving. The mask covering Angie's eyes was so thick that she never noticed the repeated flashes from Matt's camera. The sopping panties were a nice touch, peeking from the bound girl's greasy lips and drooling mouth, as were the pretty pink plastic caps at the tips of the batons. 

When Matt finished shooting, Janette removed the baton breast press, pulled out the panty gag, untied her sub's ankles and freed her wrists, but left the eye mask in place. Angie turned over onto her side and fell into a deep sleep. Janette and Matt admired her gorgeous, naked, unmarked ass. Janette touched it, anticipating how the unblemished skin would soon look, striped for the very first time with weals from the whip. 

Janette and Matt were thrilled. Now they knew for a certainty that Angie was a hot, totally obedient sub slut. Daughter and father were confident that Angie would accept further degrading behavior, and they could proceed directly to the next phase. 

Matt couldn't resist the batons and their adorable pink caps. While Janette was still kneeling on the bed, he took hold of the back of his daughter's head and pulled her backward until her head was lying on the foot of the bed, her knees spreading wide. She grunted at the unexpected change but didn't resist. 

He shoved the sticky nightie up to her neck, held one of the batons at her groin, put one of the pink mushroom caps between her pussy lips, admiring the pink folds of her pussy around the pink plastic of the baton cap, and fucked her with the shaft, sinking eight of its sixteen inches into his slut daughter's welcoming cunt. Although the shaft was only two inches in diameter, the pink cap was much broader, like the flesh-colored crown of a fat cock. Whenever he shoved the baton into her, he pulled on her plump clit. 

Janette had only one thought throughout her fucking: how stupid she was to never have thought of using the baton as a dildo. Matt's exertions didn't take long. Janette soon came, humping the dildo ferociously, yelling in release, flopping like a fish on her drenched bed sheets. 

Once she was done, Matt left, leaving the baton poking out from Janette's cunt. After a few minutes, she slowly pulled out the shaft and stripped off her nightie, which was soaked with sweat and cum. She wiped off her hair, face and chest, so that Angie wouldn't see her best friend inundated with a load of cum and realize that her friend's father had been involved in the sadistic, filthy scene. 

***** 

Next: After he does his daughter Janette, Matt teaches Angie, his daughter's new BFF, to punish Janette.



Now Serving Ch. 02



This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don't like the juxtaposition. There's plenty of both. To phrase it differently, this story contains harsh BDSM with incest and incest with harsh BDSM, so please don't read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres. 

Otherwise, these chapters contain many of the physical attributes, mental characteristics, toys and devices to be found in my previous pieces. All characters are of legal age. 

In the past, many enthusiastic readers have contributed positive and creative ideas. However, it's my custom to complete an entire story before submission, so I won't be returning to Now Serving to make changes. 

Instead, I'm currently working on a new story. It's a shorter piece with fewer characters. However, I welcome your non-irate, non-flaming comments and will try to respond to your questions. 

***** 

The next morning, the girls overslept. When they awoke, they rushed to get ready so Matt could drive them to school, which was quite a distance. Matt told Angie to sit next to him. The girls climbed into the car, Angie in front and Janette behind her. In the car, Angie still seemed dazed. "Janette told me what happened last night," he said. Angie cringed in shame, her face and chest flushing with humiliation. "It's okay," Matt said. "Is there anything you want to discuss about it?" he asked. Angie shook her head vehemently, reliving every moment of the lurid scene in her mind. 

Matt had started to open the garage door when he received a text message and said, "It's urgent." He got out of the car. "Sorry girls," he called from the door into the house, but I have to deal with this, I hope it doesn't take long, I'll sign a late excuse for you." He rushed back inside to finish an email from his home office. 

Janette sighed. These business calls had happened before and usually lasted at least a half hour. She leaned forward from the rear seat so she was directly behind Angie's seat and rested her hands on Angie's shoulders. "Did you like last night?" she asked teasingly. Angie nodded her head. 

"Daddy and I understand you, Angie. We know what you like," Janette reassured her cooperative friend. Janette noticed four old seat belts next to her, left by the mechanic at the dealer. The vehicle had been recalled in order to replace potentially defective seat belts. The leftover seat belts no longer had metal buckles and clasps on the ends; they were just fabric. "Angie, this is gonna take a while. We went to sleep late last night, so why don't you take a nap?" 

"Ok. That's a good idea," Angie said, and settled into the front seat, closing her eyes. Janette reached into her bag. "Here, use my tanning goggles." Angie put on the eye mask while Janette leaned forward, pressed the trunk release on the dashboard and looked around the trunk. She removed the emergency kit, climbed back into the rear seat, and reclined the front seat till Angie was lying almost prone. "That's comfy," Angie murmured. Now Janette could lean over the supine sub and have access to do what she wanted. 

"Why don't you stretch out? Just put your legs on the dashboard. Angie did so, her legs splayed widely. Her light school skirt immediately slid down her long legs. Janette stretched forward, pulled Angie's skirt all the way up her thighs, tucked it into her seat belt, and pushed apart her knees, so the girl's panties were exposed. The pale blue panties were not the same ones she'd exhibited for Matt; these had no lace, revealing her pussy. They were entirely transparent. Janette pulled angle's blouse up to the girl's chin. 

"Oh no," she said. "You're not dressed properly." Janette explained. "You were rushing this morning, so you didn't remember. Your bra and panties don't match. But it's a house rule: they always have to match. That's the way Daddy wants it. You're definitely in trouble." 

"Ohh!" was all Angie said, dismayed at her carelessness but already half asleep. 

Janette didn't know why the emergency kit contained long cable ties, but she pushed Angie onto her side, pulled the girl's arms behind her back, bound her wrists together with one of the ties, and urged Angie onto her back. The groggy girl made no bother. She didn't even try to move her hands. 

Angie was wearing a see-through bra in pale green. Janette undid the center clasp in the bra and pulled the demi cups aside, revealing the hottie's 33C tits and fat nipples. 

Angie's controlling friend took two black plastic cable ties from the kit and cinched one tightly around the base of Angie's right tit, forcing the flesh to bulge upward. Finally the girl responded. "What's going on?" she asked, half raising herself from the seat. 

"It's ok, I'm going to make you feel good," Janette said in her most soothing voice as she tightened the other cable tie around the left breast. The garage door had opened halfway when Matt had to attend to his text message. The girls could see feet and legs going by outside. A few neighbors were walking by on the sidewalk, leaving for work or walking their dogs. That could be a problem if Angie cried out or even groaned loudly. 

The emergency kit held a tiny pocket knife. Janette opened the knife and used the minute 2-inch blade to cut both sides of the waistband of Angie's tight thin panties, pulling the material off the sleepyhead's shaved mound and baring her closely shaved mons and dusky, prominent labia. Angie muttered something but was motionless. 

Inside the emergency kit was a smaller first aid kit. Janette found a roll of gauze and small scissors, and cut a long piece of gauze. She pulled out the panty hanging from around Angie's hips, stuffed it into the girl's slack mouth, wrapped the gauze around her mouth and head, and tied it off. Angie muttered but lay still, her nubile body spread temptingly in the early morning light coming through below the garage door. 

"See, silly, this is no worse than last night, and you liked it then. You came hard. Today you can even see how hot your tits and pussy look." 

The young Dom opened their lunch bags. Inside one was a half-full bag of chips and in the other a small bag of pretzels, each closed with a 3-inch wide kitchen clamp. She took the clamps and was happy to see two tiny spray bottles for her lunch salad, one with balsamic vinegar and the other with extra virgin olive oil. She'd forgotten about those. She removed the one with olive oil. 

Janette sprayed a fine mist of oil over Angie's thighs, mound, belly and tits, just enough to give the girl's lovely skin a slight sheen in the soft light coming into the car. 

Janette gently pulled up on Angie's righthand pussy lips and released the powerful clamp onto the thick labia. Angie groaned loudly and twisted, her movement severely constricted by the hands bound behind her back. She continued to moan as Janette clamped the left labia. The controlling girl took a moment to admire her improvised bondage toys: Angie was now bound, legs spread, essentially nude, gagged, with her tits tethered and her cunt lips clamped. 

Janette pulled a tawse and a small quirt from her voluminous bag. She had used them yesterday on Angie in the girl's restroom at school. Now she slapped the tawse against Angie's inner thighs with her left hand and smacked the quirt into Angie's belly with her right hand. After a dozen firm blows, she pulled a flashlight from the emergency kit, positioned the handle between Angie's clamped cunt lips, and pushed the flashlight in as deeply as possible, watching the 5-inch round handle sink into her friend's very wet slit. 

Angie pistoned her hips, writhing in the seat, craving the entirety of the flashlight shaft. Her pussy clamps had been spread apart by the flashlight dildo. Janette struck the narrow tawse between the clamps, striking the girl's vulva and clit as hard as she could and moving the quirt from Angie's belly up to her bound tits, bringing the quirt down as firmly as she could in the limited space of the car, making sure that she hit the beckoning tits on all sides. 

Angie yelled through the panty gag and, by the time her sore tits were covered with marks from the quirt's leather tip and her pussy and clit were distended and inflamed, she had a cum as big as the one she'd had during the scene when Janette (abetted secretly by Matt) had bound her in her bed and pressed her breasts between the batons. 

Outside, someone stopped on the sidewalk. Janette paused, terrified that their bondage scene had been overheard by a prudish, nosy neighbor. But the person walked onward. 

Matt emerged from his office and stopped abruptly when he saw the lurid scene in the car with the garage door wide open. Angie was still in the last throes of her orgasm, bucking and twisting. Matt noted her glistening flesh, gagged mouth, tumid tits, puffed up clit, but the most perverted detail was the flashlight head peering out from between the labia clamps. He laughed at the weirdly erotic sight. 

He looked at his daughter, but she was slumped in the back seat, her skirt bunched up at her waist, busy fingering herself to her own orgasm. He saw the emergency kit and first aid kit next to her. Janette came, bouncing so frenziedly she knocked her head up against the padded ceiling. 

When she'd calmed down, he complimented her in a whisper. "Well, you've certainly spent this time actively." She looked up at him warily, her eyelids heavy with sexual relief. "It's the first time I've ever seen any of those emergency items actually being used. If we're ever going to be in the car together when there's an emergency, I know I can count on your resourcefulness." 

She smiled, pleased with his approbation. 

"But you did this without permission, so you will both be punished, understand?" 

She nodded. "Yes, Daddy." 

Matt grabbed the tawse, leaned in the window and twisted the flashlight out of the sub girl's twat, her juices flowing onto the car seat. He nodded to Janette, who began kneading Angie's bulging tits while Matt slowly slapped the taws against Angie's spread vulva with one hand, while pulling, squeezing and twisting her dark nipples with the other. Patiently, he increased the speed and severity of the taws slaps. Surprisingly soon, the docile teen came again, bucking her slim supple thighs up off the sticky seat leather, yelling from the nipple abuse, unaware that anyone other than Janette was torturing and pleasuring her. 

Matt retreated into the house while Janette unbound Angie's wrists and put the car kits back in the trunk as Angie hurriedly clasped her bra and fixed her creased blouse and rumpled skirt just in time for Matt's return. 

He looked askance at both girls, still flustered and sweating. Angie's tits were poking through her bra and blouse. "What's been happening here?" he asked. "Nothing unusual, Daddy, I've just been Angie energized for a day at school." 

What a way to start a school day. 

~ ~ ~ 

After Angie had slept over several times, she eventually stayed Monday through Thursday nights on a regular basis, returning home only on the weekend. 

One day, Janette had been negligent and left a full load of wet laundry in the washer a week ago. By now it smelled moldy and might be ruined. Matt decided the time had come for the next level of instruction. 

At the end of the dinner meal he explained Janette's carelessness. "Just like your prep school believes in the tradition of correction, so do I as head of this household. Clear the table. I expect you both in the study in five minutes." 

"Janette, go into the living room and prepare yourself. Angie, get a flogger, quirt and tawse from the bottom drawer of the sideboard." He noticed that she knew the meaning of all three words. Janette had explained all the toys that the girls had seen in online bondage movies. "Wait five minutes, then join us," he said to Angie. 

When Angie entered the living room, Janette was standing in front of her father's usual easy chair, nude except for black stay-ups and shoes. Matt was in the chair, wearing shorts and sipping brandy. Legs spread, his daughter's arms were raised and bound to a leather-covered, suspended horizontal bar, her turgid nipples crushed by heavy clamps. Matt wanted to begin slowly and traditionally. "You may begin with six hard strokes on her ass with the flogger." 

To the surprise of Matt and Janette, Angie's first strike was indeed hard. Janette moaned for a moment at the harshness. By the sixth stroke, both girls were sweating considerably. "Take off your blouse and skirt," he commanded Angie. Without a peep of objection, Angie obediently did so, turning her back to carefully fold her blouse and skirt and place them neatly on the couch. 

When she turned back, she saw that Matt had placed his foot on the coffee table behind Janette and between her legs. Janette's shaved mound was resting against Matt's bare knee, rubbing against it. "Now use the quirt on her back," he said. As Angie began laying into her friend, Janette began humping Matt's knee more aggressively, no longer trying to minimize her groans and grinding movements. Her pelvis began pistoning against his bare skin as her head rolled around.  

The only sounds were the squishing of her drenched slit against Matt's knee, the thwack of leather imprinting itself on the young slut's skin, and Janette's increasing groans. Angie moved to marking Janette's thighs and increased the pace of the blows, trying to cover all of the shiny skin with livid marks. Janette came, uttering "Uh, uh, ahhh. . . uhhh. . ." repeatedly. When both girls stopped, Janette slid down her father's angled thigh till she stopped at his waist, leaving a wide trail of pussy juice smeared across his thigh. Angie was amazed at how wet her friend was. 

"Angie, go to the kitchen, open a bottle of white wine, and pour a couple of glasses for Janette and you." 

"Yes, Matt." In the kitchen, Angie had trouble opening the bottle but eventually managed. By the time she returned to the living room, Matt's shorts and undershorts were lying on the floor. Janette was sitting, centered in Matt's lap, but had reversed direction and was facing Angie. Angie thought the position was called a reverse cowgirl. Janette was spread open: her knees were above and outside Matt's thighs, her legs outside his calves. Her arms were still stretched to the horizontal bar overhead. 

A thin metal rod with clamps on both ends connected her dark nipples, which were the length and diameter of two big erasers. Janette's eyes were glazed as she moved up and down on her father's lap, his hands on her thighs to help. Her bald pussy lips were open, shining with juice. Angie realized they were fucking, right in front of her eyes. 

"Angie," Matt croaked. "Punish her front with the crop and quirt. Start on her thighs, move up to her belly and finish with her tits." Angie lit into her friend's widespread thighs, angry that Janette was fucking Matt instead of Angie doing him. Using the quirt, she enthusiastically applied a half dozen stripes to each inner thigh as Janette moved up and down more violently. Angie marked her slut friend's belly heavily. 

By the time Janette was close to cumming, Angie had dropped the quirt, picked up the crop and shoved it straight between Janette's open pussy lips. Not till then did she comprehend that Matt wasn't fucking his daughter's cunt, he was fucking her ass. The thought infuriated Angie. She surprised herself with the force she applied to Janette's fat tits, striking the sweating flesh, making no attempt to avoid the brutally clamped nipples as she pushed six inches of the crop into her craven friend's wet tunnel. 

Janette loved being the center of her father's and her friend's attentions. She loved the crop up her cunt while Daddy's fat cock was deeply into her ass. She screamed with pleasure at the crop dildo and uttered a strangled cry at the abuse of her tits and nipples. Angie let go of the crop and it waved obscenely as Janette's pussy moved up and down. She came, Matt following soon afterward, shooting a huge load of spunk all the way up his daughter's accommodating ass. 

When he'd finished shooting, he pulled the dangling crop out of her cunt and gently pushed Janette off his cock. She slumped onto the floor at his feet, sprawling senselessly. Immediately, Matt's jism streamed out of her ass. "That's called a 'creampie,' Angie. And you did a fine job of discipline. Now, why don't you help your friend go upstairs and clean up?" 

The cum from Matt's cock had been dripping onto Janette's sweaty neck. With his foot, Matt shoved his daughter so she lay sprawled on her back, her face upturned. Angie stared at Matt's dripping dick and the nasty way that his cum splashed onto his daughter's chin and cheek. When she felt the hot cum splatter onto her, Janette opened her eyes, seeing Matt's cock, still hard, bobbing above her. 

"Daddy, there's something else. We broke a dish in the kitchen, which we had to clean up," she said. 

"Which dish?" 

"That expensive bowl you liked." 

"That's unfortunate. . . You said 'we broke a dish.' It sounds like you're covering for Angie." 

Janette nodded. Angie blurted, "I broke it, sir." 

He nodded. "Then Janette will receive another punishment, for lying to protect you. And Angie, you'll receive your own session for breaking the dish. Janette, let's get started." 

Matt pointed to a straight-backed leather chair whose top was waist-high. Janette staggered over to it and spread her legs. Angie, unbelievably excited, had begun to perspire lightly in the warm study. Finally, she'd get more of Matt's attention. She'd show Janette that she could administer punishment as well as - no, even better - than Janette. 

Father and friend both stared at Janette's high, tight ass. As they did so, the decadent daughter knew to spread her legs to the outside of the chair and bend over, thus opening her ass cheeks and exposing the labia that had visibly begun to moisten. Cum still dribbled from her distended nether ring, streaks and blobs of the thick white stuff marking the insides of her thighs. 

"Angie, take four cuffs out of the coffee table drawer and fasten Janette's wrists and ankles." The girl looked at him, startled. "Don't make me repeat myself," he warned. Reluctantly, Angie removed four leather bands, kneeled and tightly attached her friend's ankles to the rear chair legs. 

While Angie secured Janette, Matt, still nude, moved two heavy metal floor lamps in front of the chair. "Now unbutton her blouse, pull it off her shoulders but leave it draped over her back. And bind each wrist to a lamp." He didn't bother to explain that tying Janette's wrists to the lamps kept her torso horizontal, providing easy access to her chest. Cooperatively, Janette extended her arms and Angie stretched them to the floor lamps, her heavy tits hanging straight down above the chair seat. He noticed the proud, sophisticated expression on Janette's face. Angie took every opportunity to steal glances at Matt, his semi-hard cock swaying as he walked around. 

"Good." He handed Angie a bridle bit, the shaft covered with thick black leather. In her nervousness, the novice almost dropped it. "Janette makes a lot of noise, so she prefers to be silenced." Angie nodded and Janette opened her mouth wide, smiling nonchalantly at Angie as proof of Janette's greater experience. Angie fitted the gag between her friend's thick lips and fastened the straps tautly behind the bound girl's head. 

"Now watch carefully," he instructed Angie, grabbing her arms and positioning her behind and to the side of Janette. He took a tawse from the drawer and asked his daughter, "Are you ready?" She nodded. He struck hard against her taut upper thighs as she jerked but remained silent. He looked at Angie who was staring at the reddening flesh, her eyes enlarged and her breathing heavier than before. He placed two more fierce strikes as Janette muttered in pain. 




Now Serving Ch. 02



He held out the tawse to Angie, who stared at him in astonishment. "Do her ass," he ordered, "hard." Angie shook her head. "You don't get it, Angie. In order to understand this kind of punishment, you need to experience both sides of it." She swallowed and took the heavy leather implement. "I'll show you how." 

Matt walked behind her and placed his arm across her nude waist, pulling her panty-covered ass into his groin. She started at the contact, inadvertently pushing her ass into his big dick. He also knew from Janette that Angie had been extremely attracted to him from the beginning. He held her wrist, raised her arm as high in the air as possible and stepped away. She hit the bottom of Janette's ass with such force that she elicited a big moan from the recipient. Matt nodded encouragingly and Angie struck several more times, each in a slightly different location, as Janette's moans turned to groans and her ass cheeks reddened even more. 

Matt made sure to compliment the novice, who was now complicit in the discipline. "Very good," he said, nodding as he gave her a bottle of skin lotion. "That completes your punishment. Take this lotion and soothe her marks." Angie poured a liberal amount of the thick white lotion and spread it on her bound friend's thighs and ass, noticing that the color and consistency was virtually indistinguishable from the white goo still circling the anal slut's dusky, puckered ring. It looked as if her father had shot multiple loads all over his daughter's heavily marked ass cheeks. "Now for the second offense." 

"You may think, Angie, that Janette is naturally courteous, polite and obedient, but I can assure you that it took a great deal of discipline to train her that way. Obviously, we still have a ways to go." 

As Angie observed with increasing incredulity, he tied together the sleeves of Janette's blouse across her back, so the fabric would stay out of the way. Janette's gorgeous, heavy tits barely stayed enclosed within the demi-bra. "Since this second punishment is for lying to protect you, a worse offense than ignoring her assigned laundry chore, the tawse will be directed to a more sensitive area." 

He unclasped the bra and tucked the thin lacy cups aside, under the blouse. Angie was dazed, staring at her best friend's exposed tits. They looked into each other's eyes. Janette's expression was beseeching leniency. "Watch and learn," Matt said. 

He first hit the outsides of Janette's tits and the heavy flesh swayed and reddened. When he struck the sensitive undersides, she yelled into the bridle gag. He moved to the tops of her tits and she yelled louder. He handed the tawse to Angie. "Your turn. Do the front of her tits." 

While Angie screwed up her courage, staring at the panting, sweating Janette, Matt walked behind his strapped daughter and diddled her clit with his thumb while thrusting two fingers into her soaked gash. He pushed his other thumb, heavily lubed, into her gaping asshole. "Huuunnnhh," she grunted, wriggling her hips and grinding her groin into the chair, bucking and lurching her cunt and ass back and forth. 

Angie, jealous that Janette had two holes filled and her clit diddled, attacked Janette's swaying sore tits, smacking the heavy leather above and below the throbbing nipples. Matt added a third finger and began squeezing and twisting Janette's fat clit when Angie slammed the tawse again and again into Janette's hard nipples, causing her friend to buck and twist in a huge climax, her head collapsing onto her sternum. Even after her friend began cumming, Angie kept slamming the leather into the juddering tits. 

Angie seemed to be in a trance, continuing to abuse her friend's sweating tits, not hearing Matt when he called to her. "Angie, stop. . . stop!" Finally he walked over to her and grabbed her wrist, removing the tawse from her grasp. Her bra was soaked through with sweat, revealing her own gorgeous tits and dark nipples, although she appeared to be oblivious to her wildly excited, ripe condition. 

"Pour me a brandy and pour yourselves two Grand Marnier's," he instructed. While Angie stumbled over to the drinks cart, he untied Janette, removed the mouth gag and helped her over to a chair, where she cried out when her sore thighs and blistered ass sank into the leather. She sprawled in the large chair, her swollen tits in plain view, the metal tit clamps framed by the tawdry hanging bra. Angie returned and they all drank in silence. Angie, still extremely hot and horny, besides herself with arousal, finished her strong, sweet drink within a couple of minutes. 

"Janette, get Angie ready." Janette nodded, dragged herself to her shaky feet, unclasped Angie's bra and unpeeled the damp material from the newbie's sticky chest. Angie was standing in front of Matt, the warm light of the study shining on her perfect skin, looking very young and highly desirable in her opened gauzy bra, panties and stay-up stockings. Her chest was heaving with fear and excitement. Ever the innocent, she thought it was the first time her body had been exposed to the debauched, licentious Matthew. He turned to Janette. "Prep her," he ordered and sat in a chair to relax, drink and watch. 

Janette bound Angie in the same posture, leaning over the back of the chair. The newbie grunted as Janette kicked Angie's feet to the outside of the chair legs, tightly tied her ankles and stretched her arms tautly to the floor lamps while Matt sipped his brandy. Janette pushed the bridle gag, still wet with her saliva, between the teen's voluptuous lips while Matt gazed leisurely at the bare heaving tits capped by obscenely overlong, dark nipples. Almost immediately, Angie began to drool onto her big tits. Matt admired her tight, virginal puckered ring, beckoning for abuse and widening. 

Janette and Matt punished the girl together, Janette striking the perfect ass and taut thighs while he slowly increased the tempo on her swaying tits, standing as close as possible so she was staring at his swinging, dripping dick. Angie mewled into the thick leather gag When Janette's arm tired, she put down the paddle and began licking between her sub's thick labial lips and into her meaty slit, fingering the fat but slippery clit, wet with her copious juices, teasing the nether hole with a greased pinky, till she shoved the pinky all the way - a mere three inches- into the girl's virgin ass. Angie shuddered and came big-time, shaking spasmodically for an entire minute, but never ceasing to buck her hips to their fullest extent, back and forth between the thick tongue between her cunt lips and the finger embedded in her rear. 

Next: Janette and Angie separately punish Angie's submissive MILF, Justine.



Now Serving Ch. 03



This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don't like the juxtaposition. There's plenty of both. To phrase it differently, this story contains harsh BDSM with incest and incest with harsh BDSM, so please don't read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres. 

Otherwise, these chapters contain many of the physical attributes, mental characteristics, toys and devices to be found in my previous pieces. All characters are of legal age. 

In the past, many enthusiastic readers have contributed positive and creative ideas. However, it's my custom to complete an entire story before submission, so I won't be returning to Now Serving to make changes. 

Instead, I'm currently working on a new story. It's a shorter piece with fewer characters. However, I welcome your non-irate, non-flaming comments and will try to respond to your questions. 

***** 

After school on Friday, Angie went directly home. On Saturday morning, Janette went to visit Angie for the first time at her small, modest apartment, located in a plain apartment building in an inexpensive neighborhood. The inexpensive cars parked on the street were all several years old. But Janette arrived twenty minutes earlier than expected, since she'd estimated the drive time online during the height of Friday afternoon rush hour. 

After ringing the doorbell, she had to wait three minutes before Justine, Angie's mother, opened the door, blocking the view indie with her body. The door jerked open. It was Justine, not Angie. The mother's pretty face was flushed, her breathing exaggerated and her short black hair was tussled. It was 11 am, but she was still disheveled, dressed in a thin robe, the sash hastily tied, the robe barely covering what looked like a black baby doll that was matted to her sweaty upper chest. 

Janette was staggered by the robe's shortness, it ended just beneath the mother's groin. Even with the robe partially closed, there was lots of cleavage for Janette to notice. She'd never seen a MILF like this one before. She couldn't believe that Justine was a 36-year-old. She looked like a slightly older, much sluttier version of Angie. 

"Oh, you must be Janette," she said, admiring the extremely pretty girl, who looked like she could be Angie's sister or first cousin. "But you're way early." Justine took note of the girl's thick lips and prominent chest. "It's only 10:30." Janette understood that she'd arrived at a really bad time. An image flashed into Janette's mind of Justine kneeling on an ottoman in black lingerie while Janette stood behind her and fucked the slut mother's pussy with a big strap-on. 

"Sorry about that, but Angie said to come at 11:30. And it's actually 11:00 now. I guess I should have called but I didn't think it mattered." 

"Well, you're here now." Justine smiled thinly and turned around for a long moment, looking at her apartment. "Wait a minute." She closed the door. Janette thought about how weird all this was. She heard a door close inside. 

Justine opened the front door again. "Ok, come on in. Please call me Justine." 

Janette looked around the small, modest apartment. She saw the master bedroom at the end of the short hallway, a small bathroom and another door, shut tightly, that must be the second bedroom. "Can I get you some coffee?" 

"Sure, thanks." Janette sat in the cramped dinette area while Justine poured coffee. 

"Damn, no sugar, " Justine complained. She opened a cabinet and rummaged around. "Not here. Mmmm. Oh, I remember." She went to her knees, opened a cupboard low to the ground, and reached deep inside, the ultra-short robe rising up and exposing the MILF's pussy lips and ass, which liked like those that a 26-year-old would envy. 

Janette stared in shock and said to herself, "This slut is an exhibitionist!" But the most surprising sight was that Justine's upper thighs and ass were striated with whip marks - and very recent ones. Their close and parallel welts looked they'd been applied by an experienced Dom. 

Janice stood up with the sugar, acting completely oblivious, gave some to her pretty guest, and sat. They chatted for a few minutes. Janette couldn't believe how gigantic Justine's nipples looked, even hidden by two layers of clothing. Despite Janette's awkward arrival time, Justine had immediately liked the pretty and polite Janette - who wouldn't? - and said how appreciative she was of everything that Janette and Matt were doing for her daughter. Justine subtly appreciated Janette's curvy body, expensive makeup and nice clothing. 

After a few minutes, Janette asked, "Where's Angie?" 

"Oh," Justine said. "She had to run out on some errand." 

"That's funny, she didn't text me about that." 

"Oh, she rushed out and forgot her phone. She didn't say when she'd be back." At that moment a kitchen timer buzzed. "Oh, I forgot, that's the laundry. I have to move the wash to the dryer. The neighbors don't like wet clothes lying in a machine, especially on a Saturday." She straightened her hair in the small mirror by the front door, rearranged her robe, and said, "I'll be back in a few minutes, ok? I've gotta check the mail too." 

"Yeah, sure, take your time, I'm fine." 

The moment the front door shut, it was completely quiet, and Janette heard a low buzzing sound. It was on the threshold of her hearing. Not even sure that it was real, she walked to the closed bedroom door and opened it a few inches. Instantly the buzz was much louder and she could tell that it was Angie's room. 

She swung the door more open and gasped. On the bed was a leather flogger. In the corner, facing the wall, was Angie, nude and kneeling on a pillow, wearing a sleep mask and headphones. Her hands were behind her, tied at the waist. A cord led to a black spreader bar bar between her ankles, forcing her to bend a bit backwards. Angie was sweating in the stuffy room, her pajamas lying at her feet. 

Janette slowly and silently approached the disciplined girl, whose luscious ass and trim thighs were densely striped with raised red lines. Her mother had not only whipped her ass and thighs, the gorgeous teen's belly and tits had also been cruelly whipped. 

Janette inched a little closer. Angie's mouth was stretched around a penis gag. There was a plug the in the base. It had been filled with a thick creamy liquid. Angie must have been clamping down on it long and hard, because her cheeks and chin were overrun with the goo. Her shoulders had been splashed with the gunk and the slimy river coated her heaving tits. It was remarkably homogenous in texture. 

Janette wondered whether its smooth consistency was because it was a concoction, like those silly porn videos where women's faces and tits are deluged with torrents of fake cum from fake cocks. Sometimes the dildos looked totally fake, sometimes less so. Even though they were contrived, she was in fact a cum slut, so she loved to see the pretty faces and gorgeous makeup drowned in thick gunk, the thick strands hanging off eyebrows, swinging from noses and and streaming off chins. 

The curious teen stuck out a finger and slid it across one of Angie's tits, scooping up so much glop that some of it fell onto the welts on the bound daughter's thigh. Janette put the tip of her finger on her tongue, her long tongue delicately licking off a glob. It was in fact cum. But she knew you couldn't really tell how good cum was from the first taste. She licked along the entire length of her finger and circled her tongue around her mouth, spreading the viscous muck around her taste buds. It was different than her father's. 

She stuck her entire finger between her greasy lips and slowly extracted the digit, sucking noisily. Hmmm, it was quite good, different from Daddy's but almost as tasty. But where was it from? There was no guy in this household. 

The buzzing came from a big vibrator, angled on a pillow and pointing to the girl's dripping slit but not touching it. Janette guessed that during one of Angie's multiple orgasms, she'd wriggled and flailed so much that she'd dislodged the vibe. Janette turned it off. 

Janette was incredibly turned on. She wondered what infraction her friend had committed to deserve such a harsh punishment. This changed everything. If Justine used discipline on her daughter, maybe Justine herself was also a sub? Or could be turned into a sub? Janette flashed on an image of Justine, her big hazel eyes wild with pain and excitement, the gorgeous body suspended, clamped, chained and plugged. With Justine's dark hair and olive skin, her nipples, pussy lips and asshole might be the dark color that so turned on Janette and her father. 

Perspiring herself, Justine realized she had to get out of the room. She took two quick photos with her phone, of Angie from the front and rear, the flash hidden by Angie's eye mask. She had just shut the door, sat in the dinette and taken a gulp of coffee when Justine returned, nervous. "Any sign of Angie?" she asked innocently. 

"Uhhh, no, not yet. . ." 

"Oh, it's too bad that you came all the way here." 

"By the way, my Dad said he'd like to meet you really soon." 

"That sounds good. Tell him I'm available whenever he wants. Oh, I forgot to get the mail." 

Janette perceived two stains on Justine's robe, at her breasts. "Wait, you've got stains on your robe. Let me fix them before you pick up the mail." Justine stared down at her mounds. 

"That's ok, don't bother." 

Janette stepped forward so she was very close to the sensuous woman. She touched one of the spots. The deposit seems clear but sticky. Suddenly she realized that it was pussy juice from Justine's bondage of Angie. Janette felt a bit dizzy with excitement. Her friend's slut mother was standing in front of her covered with her own daughter's cunt juice. 

By instinct, she reached out, yanked the thin robe of Justine's shoulders and pulled it down to the mother's elbows. Justine, whose arm movement was now constricted, blurted "What are you doing?" 

"What I said I'd do." Swiftly, Janette tugged open the robe's belt and wrenched the sleeves off all the way, drawing the belt out of the robe's belt loops before dropping the tiny robe on the floor. The slut wasn't even wearing panties. But she was entirely shaved. 

Justine's whole front was now exposed to her daughter's best friend. "Oh jeesh, I had no idea," Janette said, dazzled by the big tits capped by the big dark aureole and the thickest, longest, darkest nipples ever. 

"How dare you!" the exhibitionistic mother said in a halting, husky voice, as if that was what vanilla behavior demanded she say. She tried to back up but her ass and thighs were already up against the table in the tiny dinette. 

"You should be ashamed, walking around covered with your daughter's pussy juice!" 

"What? What are you—" 

Without thinking, Janette grabbed for the huge nipples, holding each one at its base with a thumb and index finger. Even with her broad thumb, over an inch of the huge stalks extended above her fingers. Justine's knees buckled and she sank to her knees for the second time in ten minutes. 

Janette rapidly tied the black belt from the robe in a figure eight around the sub mother's 34Cs, squeezing the big mounds till the belt forced them up and out. "Don't move," she warned. 

The girl strode into the master bedroom. There was an armoire in addition to the main closet. Janette pulled on the handle but it was locked. She stood on her toes, reaching above the armoire, and immediately found the key. Swinging open both doors, she had discovered a serious toy collection. Every major piece of bondage gear was there, all well made and expensive. 

She grabbed two handfuls and returned to the dinette, a gleeful smile on her face. Her new sub hadn't moved and was looking more gorgeous than ever. Janette dumped the devices from her overflowing hands onto the table. "That's quite a collection in your armoire." Justine looked up just in time to be collared, gasping at the heap of metal and leather gear that Janette had piled onto the table. "You must have been a sub for a long time to have gathered so much expensive stuff." 

Janette stuck a small pair of clamps onto the burgeoning, swarthy nipples, amazed at the huge dusky nipple flesh that bulged out above the clamp. She compensated for the lightweight clamps by attaching two long chains with heavy metal links. Janette was correct: Justine accepted the nipple pain like a well-trained sub. So Janette clamped the comely MILF's thick clit hood, added a long thin chain, and clipped the end to the D-ring in the front of the slave collar. Janette stood back to appraise her work. Not bad, but not enough. Justine's eyelids fluttered, swooning with shock and excitement. 

The time was almost noon. The teen felt hungry, so she opened the frig to see if there was a piece of fruit. She forgot about her snack when she saw several large storage containers, stacked on several shelves. They were all filled to the brim. Instantly, Janette knew what they contained. She was staggered. 

"Where did you get these, you cum slut?" she asked Justine. But the sensuous sub only shook her head, resistant. 

"All right," Janette conceded. She gathered the compliant older woman's nipple chains and pulled up on them. The docile, sultry sub scrambled to her feet and was led a few feet to the living room, where her new Mistress shoved her down so she was sitting on the edge of the coffee table. Automatically, Justine spread her limber, toned legs to the outside of the table legs, her dusky, chunky labia spreading apart, her pussy drenched with arousal at the hands of her daughter's fiercely dominating best friend. 

Janette held a spreader bar against the rear of the sweating sub's waist and attached the enticing mother's wrists to the bar. The dominating girl raised one of Justine's ankles and raised it from the floor to the corner of the coffee table, strapping it tightly. She bound the other ankle the same way. Justine's legs and thighs were now pointing up and out, with her knees at the highest point. So her groin was completely, obscenely exposed. Janette took a moment to admire the toned thighs, jutting clot and wet inner lips, juicing so much that Justine's puckered hole was already saturated with cunt juice. 

Janette picked up another of Justine's penis gags. Although it was mostly hollow, so the reservoir could hold as much cum as possible, it had been designed to have the approximate stiffness and flexibility of a real cock. On the side of the base was a small red button that she'd never seen before. Janette pushed the button but nothing happened. Justine realized it was the brand new one she'd just bought. But she hadn't noticed the red button when she'd bought it online. 

"Last chance," she offered. "Where's it from?" 

"I - I was away, away on vacation." 

"That's it? That tells me nothing." 

She opened the container, poured the cold ingredient into a bowl, microwaved it and carefully poured the thick steaming contents into the penis gag, plugging the thick gag, inserting the gag into a head harness, and strapping the harness tightly to her new sub's head, shoving the broad cock between the cock slut's meaty lips. 

Justine was stupefied to watch Janette attach a pussy clamp to each of her hefty labia, fasten cords to the clamps, lead the cords to her wrist cuffs, and tie the cords tightly, pulling her lips wider than ever before and stretching them beyond belief. The bound sub uttered a flurry of muffled sounds through the heavy penis gag. 

Janette was nothing if not thorough. She picked up a modestly proportioned, 4-inch anal dildo, applied lube liberally, positioned it at the dark-haired sub's dusky, crinkly wet hole, and slowly pushed it into her bottom's bottom. Justine shook and whimpered with pleasure. However, Janette was surprised that the black dildo slid in so easily. Much too easily. So she pulled out the toy, to Justine's grumble of disappointment, and marched back to the armoire in the master bedroom, seeking something more substantial. Hurriedly, she grabbed the largest anal dildo she saw. 

Upon Janette's return, she greased up the larger, 6-inch tool, placed the black shaft at the slightly gaping ring and carelessly shoved the head into the dark circle. This time, Justine didn't whimper with pleasure, she gasped with pain. Janette couldn't get more than half of the head inside. Then she remembered what she'd learned from Matt: always lube and go slowly. She withdrew the shaft, drenched in a thick coat of lubricant and slowly twisted the fake glans into the hole, rotating the shaft. 

Justine produced a string of "Ugghhh!"s and "Ahhhh!"s as the huge dick plowed into her asshole. She guessed that Janette was way too inexperienced to know that only a well-trained, harshly used anal slut like Justine could have accepted the monster so readily. Janette wasn't satisfied until the entire six inches was lodged up into Justine, who quivered and writhed in a massive cum, her hips bucking and groin gyrating frenziedly, causing the cords attached to the cunt lip clamps to stretch the abused labia even further. 

As soon as Justine came down from her high, her eyes widened. Janette, perspiring from her exertions in the stuffy apartment, had stripped off her blouse and shorts, revealing a matching pair of expensive lace underwear. Justine ogled the teen's luscious body, realizing that their bodies were so similar that Janette could be her own daughter. 

The bra had plenty of lace in the décolletage and side boob areas, but none at all in the middle, exposing the beautiful girl's large aureoles and thick nipples. Through the light gray fabric, Justine could see faint horizontal striations across the girl's tits. Did that mean the girl would flog Justine's tits? 

Justine was stunned: this dominating teen was also a submissive who received discipline. But from whom? Certainly Angie would have known if Janette had a boyfriend. Justine had specifically asked Angie, who looked uncomfortable with the question and then replied, "I know that Janette definitely does not have a boyfriend." 

The boy shorts had lace on the hips, but the girl's mons was totally visible, pussy juice covering the big dark outer lips that made a pronounced camel toe in the the gusset. There were striations across her mound, but darker, broader and angrier than the ones on her tits. Would this dominatrix crop Justine's pussy? 

Janette hefted a crop from the table. Justine shook her head wildly, drops of sweat flying off her black hair, trying to dissuade her tormentor. Janette just smiled. She bypassed the pain-slut mother's tempting tits and thwacked the crop into Justine's upper thighs. Justine grimaced from the blow as the mark bloomed on her flesh, but gritting her teeth on the penis gag didn't release any of the contents. 

Justine's juiced-up pussy was dripping and she knew exactly what anguish was coming next. Janette whacked the crop's leather flap alternately into the stretched, dusky lips, walloped the wet pink inner lips and swatted the distended clit, as oversized as the aureoles, nipples and labia. With each round thrashing the three throbbing areas, Janette struck harder. Justine's pussy had never been tormented in quite this way. Where did an 18-year-old learn how to do this? 

Janette pressed the red button only for a second. The penis gag lurched backward in its harness, the cock retracting and the shaft collapsing by a couple of inches. Then it sprang forward, spewing its contents with such force that Justine's head jerked backward, the hot cum jetting against the roof of her mouth. She swallowed the mouthload of hot jizz while she was cumming, her entire torso shuddering. 




Now Serving Ch. 03



Janette pressed the red button again, but this time for several seconds. Justine, still cumming, was more prepared for the velocity of the eruption, but not for the quantity. She sputtered and swallowed the jetted spunk as best she could, but ribbons of spunk seeped from the corners of her mouth. Then she came yet again, contorting and spasming, each jerk stretching her nipple stalks and labia. 

After making sure that Justine was lolling in a stupor, Janette stood up and shot photos with her phone. Lots of photos, from all different angles, including plenty of close-ups. Now it was her turn. 

She unfastened the penis gag and removed it, long strands of thick cum hanging from the crown to Justine's upper and lower lips. Janette held it there in the air for a long moment so Justine could be fully humiliated by the degrading sight, the heavy strands of spunk swaying slightly, suspended as if one end had been glued to the sub mother's meaty lips. Justine, still flushed, colored even more deeply. 

Janette wrapped a finger around one of the cum ropes, breaking it, and flung her finger at Justine's tits, the sponge splashing onto the clamped boobs. Janette wound the second rope around her finger and flicked at Justine's face, the gunk splatting onto Justine's thick dark eyebrows and immediately dripping off them. 

Janette untied Justine's ankle bonds. "Turn around she ordered." Her compliant sub spun around on the coffee table till her back was facing her young domme. "Lie on your back." Justine lay down, her neck at the edge of the table, head facing upward. To her surprise, Janette reinserted the penis gag into the mouth harness, but reversed, with the device pointing outward. Janette stripped off her boy shorts, spread her legs on each side of Justine's head, crouched her thighs and positioned her pussy above the dildo, rubbing it along her soaked labia and moaning. 

The girl gripped Justine's upside-down head from the rear and pulled, forcing the dick into her cunt. As soon as it was embedded, Janette pistoned the dildo in and out, controlling Janette with the same ruthless rhythm as if the sub was being face fucked. As soon as Janette came, the strained muscles in her thighs gave way and she collapsed forward onto Justine's supine body, her chest bending the mother's nipple clamps so the prostrate woman moaned. 

Satisfied, Janette rested for a couple of minutes, stood up and spun the limp sub around 180 degrees. The girl made certain other arrangements, then went to Angie's bedroom, where she untied her friend's hands from the spreader bar, opened the window to cool down the room and left the door open for cross ventilation. 

Back in the living room, Janette bent down to the lolling slut's ear and said, "I know you won't say a word about my being here to Angie. I think she'd be a bit angry at her mother for submitting to her best friend. And I won't tell Angie either. It'll be our secret." 

Janette left, quietly shutting the apartment door behind her and pulling her phone out of her shorts. 

~ ~ ~ 

Only a few minutes later, Angie pulled the penis gag out of her mouth and turned off the buzzing vibe pointing at her pussy. She dragged herself up to her feet, rolling her throbbing shoulders and stretching her sore mouth, pieces of dried cum breaking off and falling to the floor. She grabbed her phone to read a message from Janette: "Sorry, couldn't cum over. Daddy had cleaning for me to do." 

Aching from thirst, she stumbled out of her bedroom and was headed for the kitchen when she stopped dead, disbelieving the graphic sight of her mother, lying bound, spread, clamped, chained, gagged, marked and supine on the coffee table. 

The teen had never seen pussy lips clamped and stretched. She stared at her mother's spread vulva, her huge inflamed clit, engorged labia and the dense whip marks all over her ass cheeks and upper, inner thighs, all visible because her ankles had been tied to the upper legs of the coffee table. Who had inflicted this severe bondage? And where was this Dom? 

But there was more. The black leather harness of the strap-on was hanging from Justine's pussy, as if left there for her use. The dangling black straps, swaying beneath the puffy red labia, were coated with cum, dripping onto the floor. And the straps were hanging from a monster dildo, four or five inches extending outward, but the head still embedded between her slut mother's thick, dusky and exceedingly swollen pussy lips. 

Only then did Angie take note that there was a small note hanging from the slave collar, scrawled with "Mark my tits like my ass." Angie saw the willow switch lying across her mother's belly. 

"Who did this to you?" she demanded. But Justine only shook her head. "None of your business." There's no way she was going to admit that her daughter's best friend, a mere teenager, had so completely subjugated a grown woman, leaving her exposed to the ultimate humiliation when discovered, helpless and available, by her just-punished daughter. 

Well, Angie thought, everyone knew that Justine was a MILF. Who better to make that a reality than being fucked - and disciplined - by her only, long-suffering daughter? 

Angie unsteadily inserted a shaky leg into the right side of the harness, then her other leg into the left half. The harness shifted and the dildo was pulled out of its sheath. Angie swayed a little as her hips bore the full weight of the heavy strap-on. She loved the sight and sensation of the big dick swaying in the air. 

She smelled the container of uncovered cum on the kitchen counter before she even saw it. She lumbered awkwardly the few feet to the kitchen, refilled the cream pitcher next to the container, microwaved the sludge, unplugged the bottom of the strap-on and refilled the empty inner chamber. 

Angie replugged the dildo, fastened it into the harness, walked back to her mother's gaping legs and pussy, and slapped the switch into her palm as a test. It stung, but not too badly. So she smacked the switch into her hand and jerked it away, waving it back and forth to ease the increased pain. Satisfied, she whacked the switch into Justine's belly and rocked her hips to drive the strap-on into Justine's cunt. 

"Arrrhhhhh!" Justine yelled, her mind unable to accept that her daughter was whipping and fucking her. Angie lashed the switch into Justine's enticing tits, raising an impressive weal. Angie quickly developed a rhythm, striking the switch back and forth into Justine's tits and belly as she thrust the strap-on deeper and harder into her new sub's succulent slit. When Justine realized how utterly depraved this was, she submitted to the erotic energy and went crazy with lust. 

As mother and daughter grew into a mutually debased frenzy, they came to orgasm, both screaming and howling. Angie depressed the curious red button, not expecting the strap-on to press back into her mons and not anticipating its violent jolt forward as it unleashed its pressurized contents. For the second time in an hour, Justine felt the heated torrent of cum flood into her well-fucked channel, practically scalding her cunt walls in a spectacular hosing and cumming. 

When Angie staggered backward, the dildo exited the bulging lips with a loud sucking sound, hanging downward. More long strands of cum emerged from the swollen slit, slithered down the pussy clamps and long labia, then continued down six inches in space - and just hung there, swaying slightly. Angie stared. She'd never seen a sight like that. The residue of hot cum leaked out of the strap-on's tip, painting Justine's spread pussy lips, sliding greasily down the shiny metal of the big pussy clamps to thicken the greasy ropes of hot cream and pussy juices already hanging there. 

***** 

Next: Matt meets Justine in an empty bar and uses her then and there.



Now Serving Ch. 04



This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don't like the juxtaposition. There's plenty of both. To phrase it differently, this story contains harsh BDSM with incest and incest with harsh BDSM, so please don't read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres. 

Otherwise, these chapters contain many of the physical attributes, mental characteristics, toys and devices to be found in my previous pieces. All characters are of legal age. 

In the past, many enthusiastic readers have contributed positive and creative ideas. However, it's my custom to complete an entire story before submission, so I won't be returning to Now Serving to make changes. 

I welcome your non-irate, non-flaming comments and will try to respond to your questions. 

***** 

When Janette returned home that afternoon, she was wild with excitement, telling her father that Justine, Angie's mother, was even more beautiful - and hotter - than her daughter, although the two looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Janette described Justine's appearance in great detail. "Daddy, I'm pretty sure she doesn't have a boyfriend." 

"Oh? What makes you think that?" Matt asked. 

"Well, she had a lot of sexual tension. And maybe the reason why Angie is a natural sub is because her mother is one too," she added hopefully. 

"What are you getting at?" 

Finally, Janette told her father what had really happened at Angie's apartment and showed him the photos of Angie bound and flogged by her mother. He whistled, amazed and intrigued, and said he'd call Justine to arrange a meeting. 

Only a couple of days later, while he was still thinking about where to meet and what he'd do to the hot MILF, Justine beat him by calling first. The semester's first-quarter marks had been issued. In her hoarse, sexy voice, she explained how delighted she was that every one of Angie's grades had improved from her previous school. 

He explained that Angie knew from the beginning about the serious work ethic at his house. Monday-Friday was when homework and studying had strict priority; the weekend was when the girls could play. He took the opportunity to suggest that the two of them meet after school on Friday afternoon to celebrate Angie's achievement and discuss a suggestion he had. Justine, intrigued, agreed and asked him to pick the place. 

Two days later Matt was sitting in the dim rear lounge of an upscale club that he frequented. The lounge area was closed, but the bartender knew him and a $20 bill convinced the bartender into letting Matt sit there in privacy, as long as he didn't expect table service. And the bartender warned him that the room was hot as well. Matt gave the guy another $20 so he would be generous with the spirits when Justine appeared, taking her order at the bar when she arrived and giving her an overgenerous pour. He peeled off another $20, inviting the bartender to stay at his post if the action became intimate. Then Matt sat in one of the curved booths, facing the entrance to the lounge. 

Justine was late, something he might be able to use later to his advantage. She was saw him at the rear of the dim space and, momentarily confused by the low light, she hesitated inside the door, a big drink in hand. She knew him. And he was quite good-looking. "I'm so sorry I'm late." Matt just nodded. 

She was breathtakingly hot, a more developed version of her daughter. Her inexpensive clothing - full skirt and tight jacket over an off-white blouse - covered almost her entire body, but it didn't fool Matt. Big tits, slim legs, straight black hair, wide thick lips, a waif-like haircut. Like mother like daughter. 

Matt immediately became excited. This MILF was a prize even bigger than that of her daughter. It's not just that Justine was very pretty. She was the most sensuous woman he'd ever seen. He immediately pegged her as a submissive with a high sex drive. 

He knew her - or at least had seen her recently at one of the school's sports events. He'd first seen her at a Parent-Teacher's evening. Their eyes had locked, although they'd never spoken. 

"Hello. Sit here," he said, patting the curved banquette close to him. The bartender must have told her that the room was officially closed, so they would have privacy. She placed her tall drink on the table. It looked like a quadruple vodka on the rocks. (The bartender had certainly earned his big tip.) 

"Whew, it's hot in here." She unbuttoned her jacket, spreading it open and showing the light, tight blouse underneath. But nothing was revealed, not even a hint of cleavage. Already perspiring, she drank a quarter of her cocktail in one gulp; he wondered why she was so nervous. He was also drinking vodka, except that he was nursing it. 

After discussing the girls' grades, Matt added that Justine's information from the girls was not exactly correct. "Angie's grades have gone up, but not in all classes. In fact, her math grade dropped from a B to a B-. I'm concerned about both the girls. Janette's grade in Chemistry dropped as well. They were warned that if their grades suffered, there's be consequences. Remember? You and I agreed on that." Justine nodded, remembering their talk about strictness. We have to do something definite to stop this downward slide. Don't you agree?" 

Justine nodded guardedly, apprehensively. "What exactly did you have in mind?" 

"Look, tomorrow is Saturday. Why don't you come over and see my place? You could join us for a morning swim and a celebratory lunch. We'll figure out their punishment then." Justine looked flushed and swallowed more vodka. Matt didn't mention that lunch would be followed by a discipline session. "Bring an overnight bag and stay over in the guest room. I don't like the idea of your driving all that way back to your place in the dark. 

"I think you should definitely be there," he said quietly but forcefully. She glanced at him. 

"What kind of discipline?" she asked, haltingly. 

"The old-fashioned kind," he said promptly. 

"You mean spanking?" she asked. 

"No. Spanking is for children." 

There was a protracted silence while she inferred his meaning and decided how to continue. "What will you use?" she whispered. 

"Something more serious than before." 

"Before?" she croaked, her breathing more ragged. 

"Oh, didn't Angie tell you about the other night?" She searched his face as he nonchalantly looked at his drink. 

"A leather tawse," he said in a matter-of-fact way, as if saying "salt and pepper." 

Justine took a large swallow, becoming increasingly agitated. "And how did she respond?" she asked tentatively. 

"Very well. She took to it naturally and has a high threshold of pain. But you probably know that. Have you had occasion to punish her yourself?" he asked innocently. 

"Y-yes, with a paddle, but not for a couple of months." 

"Oh? Because she's been behaving perfectly?" 

"Nooo. . . . because I noticed that it excited her." 

Matt turned to face her directly. "And does Angie take after her mother?" Justine turned to him, her eyes searching his face, but said nothing, shifting around on the banquette. She drained the remainder of her glass. 

He wouldn't let it go. He asked, "Does Angie's mother also have a high threshold of pain?" 

She squirmed again. "I was raised in a very strict household," she said, evasively. 

"Both of your parents were strict?" 

She shook her head. "My mother was out of the picture from an early age. I was raised by my father and my brother." It sounded as if they'd both disciplined her. 

"How much older is your brother?" 

"He's actually a year younger, but has a very controlling personality." Now that was interesting news. If she'd been punished by a younger brother, she must be highly submissive. As if she read his mind, she explained, "My father traveled a great deal on business. So if he wasn't home on a weekend, my brother had instructions to administer discipline himself." 

"You still look hot. Take off your jacket." She shifted on the banquette, troubled by his peremptory tone. It wasn't a suggestion. 

She noticed the bartender staring at her. "I'd rather not, thank you." He leaned over - she was sitting to his right - and pulled her jacket off her shoulders and down her upper arms, but leaving it dangling around her elbows, constraining her arms. And he saw why she'd been reluctant. Her tight blouse was paper thin, clearly revealing a lacy black bra. Her tits looked much larger, freed from the camouflage of her severe jacket. The dark chocolate nipples were even darker and larger than her daughter's. "Matt, the bartender's right over there." 

"He's not only right there, he's also staring at the exhibit you're providing." 

Matt was becoming increasingly excited. He leaned forward and clasped the base of her left nipple with his left thumb and forefinger. The rubbery stalk was so big that the bulging tip extended well beyond his fingers. She started in surprise but didn't attempt to move his hand. Instead, she glanced at the bar, but the bartender wasn't there. He could have seen her in an instant. Nobody had ever sized her up as fast as this handsome guy had done. 

Matt rolled the other nipple. "Ohhh!" she moaned. She looked down at his broad thumb and thick finger. He squeezed the second nipple and she licked her lips in mild pain. When he pulled the nub, she fell back against the rear of the banquette, her thighs scissoring open, gritting her teeth. 

Still squeezing, he twisted the ballooning nipple tip as Justine's head whipped back and forth in excitement. When he twisted the base of the stalk in one direction and the huge tip in the other, she gasped, in the middle of a small orgasm, and was about to scream. Nobody had ever used that technique on her. He stopped, slowly untwisting both pairs of fingers, gradually allowing the 1½ inches he had extended to retract. 

He slid his drink, barely touched, over to her. She gulped more vodka, desperately trying to get a grasp on what was happening. "Is that 'threshold of pain' high enough for you?" she said sarcastically. He slapped her breast, hard. 

"You'll be punished for that tone of voice." She couldn't believe how quickly he'd read her and immediately dominated her. How demanding he was. How relentless. Just what she wanted. 

"I'm sorry," she said, sweating, her thick lips pouting. This relationship was going way too fast. It was like a bullet train. Suddenly, she panicked and had to get out of there. "I'll be at your place tomorrow."  

He pulled the jacket back over her upper arms and onto her shoulders. "And you'll be prepared. . . ." 

"To stay over? Yes." 

"Not just to stay over. To be punished." 

"What?" she said, acting astounded, buttoning her jacket. "You said we'd be punishing the girls." 

"You all need to be properly disciplined. You were twenty minutes late today. And I didn't care for that disrespectful crack of yours before." 

She was silent for a long time, stunned by how wet her pussy became when he slapped her tit, how she'd cum during the nipple torture, how quickly this meeting had gone in a direction she'd never expected. Could he be the one? "What, what. . . will you use on me? The tawse?" 

"You'll see soon enough. And it won't be just me." She looked alarmed. "That's right, Justine, you'll also be disciplined by your daughter. It's time she had that experience. And you're far from a perfect mother." 

"How can you say that to me?" she cried guiltily, her pussy juicing. She felt a little dizzy. It must be the heat and the vodka. She couldn't stop herself from wondering whether her daughter would enjoy punishing her mother. Could it be that bondage and discipline ran in her family genes? 

"Because I understand you. And I know exactly who you are and what you need." Justine closed her eyes, unable to stop herself from picturing the crassly humiliating, degrading scene, trying to ignore the spasms in her cunt and the thrilled flush that shot through her body. 

Abruptly, she reached for her handbag to pay but he grabbed her wrist to stop her. "It's on me," he insisted. She stared at his hand. "It's already been paid." 

"Who do you think you are?" she protested. "You think you can do whatever you feel like?" 

He stared at her, smiling slightly. "I think you're the hottest sub I've ever met. And you've even been trained, although you try to hide it. We'll see whether or not you've been properly trained. And you haven't had a man in a long time who gives you what you crave. I can't wait to take this to the next step. . . Actually, I don't think I will wait." 

He pushed her wrists together, clasped both and with his strong left hand, pulled her arms across the table till she was chest down on the surface. 

Taken by surprise, she made a token effort at resisting, wriggling a little and seething through clamped teeth. He kicked her feet apart and yanked her skirt up to her waist. The bartender - or a customer - could have walked in at any moment. But she was wrong. The bartender was only a few feet away, standing in the shadows, shooting with a video camera - which was another $20 bill from Matt. 

"Between now and noon tomorrow, you won't be able to stop thinking about what's going to go down at my house." He cupped his hand on the wet panty over her pussy. "About getting whipped." He pulled down each side of her panties till they were hanging below her groin. "And flogged." He pushed his broad thumb across her bulging clit and between her shaved lips and she began panting loudly. "And caned." He shoved his thumb all the way into her cunt. She grunted. "And you'll think about your daughter and you punishing each other." He started pumping and she groaned, shaking her head back and forth. "And sucking my cock and drinking down my cum." She was shamelessly humping her hips against the edge of the table, mashing her swollen clit up and down against the edge. "And wearing clamps on your tits." 

He let go of her wrists and clamped his left hand over her mouth. "And being bound so your daughter can discipline you." She started to cum. "And being fucked in all your holes till you scream in ecstasy." In full climax, she yelled into his palm, the table rocking beneath her as her hips slammed into it. When her cum was finished, she slid down and back onto the banquette, sprawling, her blouse and jacket disheveled, her hair rumpled. 

He pulled up her head by the short black hair and looked into her glazed eyes, filled with shame - and excitement - about what had just happened in a public place. Large wet spots dotted her blouse, partly sweat but mostly water from the tabletop, the fabric clinging to her skin, revealing much of her tits. She noticed that the bartender was back at the bar and was staring at her. He'd probably seen everything. But she had no inkling that he'd recorded it. 

"Now, is that specific enough?" Matt leaned forward and kissed her voluptuous lips, then reached across her back and down past her ass. He pulled the wet panties up her thighs, the top of which were streaked with her juices, lowered her skirt and sat back on the banquette. 

She stood quickly, wiping some saliva off her chin, saw an emergency exit door in the room and walked slowly toward it, weaving from the alcohol. 

"You can't go out that way," the bartender said. An alarm sounds at the security company." 

She stopped, reeling with humiliation. She spun around and walked across the room toward the main entrance. 

"I'll drive you home," Matt called to her back. "You're in no condition to drive." 

"I'm fine!" she snapped petulantly and stormed out of the restaurant, holding her unbuttoned jacket together while she walked past the bartender, who was leering at her. 

~ ~ ~ 

Matt went to the bar, slapped another $20 on it and went out the entrance. Justine was walking slowly and unsteadily, her mind a storm of conflicting emotions. He followed her to the parking lot in the rear as she reached her modest, older vehicle, eying her gorgeous long legs. 

"You're drunk," he said. 

"You can't control me in public!" she spat, drunkenly trying to get her key in the door lock. 

"Oh yes I can." He stepped behind her, grabbed a wrist in each hand, and pulled her arms away from the car door and behind her. She was now leaning against him, her jacket open, the excited nipples tenting the thin blouse. They stood that way for several seconds until she struggled futilely to get her hands free. She was breathing hard, her chest heaving. "You're gripping me so tightly you'll probable mark my wrists," she complained. 

"So? You'll look better with marks on your skin, and you know it." He looked around; no one was visible. He pulled his thin belt from his pants, bound her wrists in the small of her back, yanked the keys from her hand and guided her around the car to the passenger door. He unlocked it, pushed her in and climbed in the driver's side. She was fuming but also incredibly aroused, bound in a downtown lot where anybody could appear and see her for the submissive, pain-loving slut she truly was. 

Justine's apartment was in a mediocre neighborhood on the other side of town, so the drive took a while. Tired from the vodka and from resisting me, her eyelids soon drooped, her head nodded, and eventually she slid down in the seat, her back leaning against the door, dozing, her head rolling back and forth with the car's movements. 

The lower she slipped the more her skirt exposed those long olive-toned legs. He helped the sliding skirt several times, first exposing her stocking tops, then bare thighs and finally her panties. He had a good look at the tight French bikini cut. The large plump lips pushed against the sheer fabric. Like her daughter, she was completely shaved. Two hot sluts. 

A couple of blocks from her unimpressive apartment building, Matt had just stopped at a light when one of her neighbors noticed them, called "Janette!" and waved from the sidewalk. A Japanese-American guy in his 60s, he had a broad, strong wrestler's body with a huge bullet-shaped head and close-cropped gray hair. He looked puzzled when she didn't wave back and walked over, suspicious of me and noting Justine's slumped head. "My name's Shimanaka. I'm her next-door neighbor. Is she ok?" 

Matt smiled and shrugged. "Just a little too much alcohol, celebrating TGIF." 

"And who are you?" he asked protectively. 

"Our daughters go to the same school," Matt said. This seemed to satisfy Shimanaka. He leaned into the window, unabashedly taking in the site of her sweaty chest, exposed legs, open blouse and big tits, thrusting outward from the position of her hands. 

"She's quite something, isn't she?" he said to Matt, smiling lustfully. "Yeah, I'm a lucky guy," Matt said good-naturedly. "Feel free." The neighbor's big hands caressed Justine's tits, hefting each mound. Justine murmured pleasurable but her eyes didn't open, so Shimanaka stroked her belly and thighs. He cupped her mons, his thick middle finger pressing down on the taut this fabric till it had sunk several inches into her slit. 

"Very nice, thank you," he said admiringly. Satisfied, Shimanaka backed away and waved. Matt drove off. When they arrived at her place, Matt slapped her face till she groggily opened her eyes, disoriented and craning her neck around till she realized we were outside her building. She turned her back to me, exposing her wrists, assuming he'd undo the belt. 

"Not until after we're inside." She whined with anxiety. He got out, walked to her side and opened the door to see her exposed panties, the wet slit saturating the newly creased sheer fabric, when she swung her legs to the curb. He helped her out and stood behind her as they walked inside, his body shielding her hands from view. 




Now Serving Ch. 04



Next: Matt finds a home video of Justine and Justin, her dominating son.



Now Serving Ch. 05



This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don't like the juxtaposition. There's plenty of both. To phrase it differently, this story contains harsh BDSM with incest and incest with harsh BDSM, so please don't read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres. 

Otherwise, these chapters contain many of the physical attributes, mental characteristics, toys and devices to be found in my previous pieces. All characters are of legal age. 

In the past, many enthusiastic readers have contributed positive and creative ideas. However, it's my custom to complete an entire story before submission, so I won't be returning to Now Serving to make changes. 

I welcome your non-irate, non-flaming comments and will try to respond to your questions. 

***** 

Justine's modest apartment was small and simple, warm and stuffy. He unzipped her skirt, pulled it off and pushed down on her shoulders till she sat on the living room sofa. He called the club where they'd met and spoke to the bartender, who agreed to ask the club's parking valet to drive Matt's car from the club and to Justine's apartment as soon as the car jockey could get away. 

When Matt returned to the living room, Justine, sweating, looked at me beseechingly and with new respect. "You look too hot," he said, kneeling at her feet and roughly pulling the tight panties over her stockings and off her legs. Freed of the tight material, her labia looked even larger, longer and thicker. He thrust three fingers into her slit, confirming that she was sopping. 

"Yes, I'm hot," she admitted, biting her lip. He stood in front of her and pushed her feet far apart so he could lean over and unbutton her jacket. He drew the jacket down over her shoulders, imprisoning her arms again. Perspiration had made the lightweight blouse all the more see-through. Judging from the enormous nipples, the largest and darkest he'd ever seen, she was excited again. He unbuttoned the blouse, pulled it down to the same place as her jacket, and yanked down the bra, exposing her luscious tits and massive nipples. 

"Why don't you release my arms?" she whispered. 

"When I told you not to drive at the restaurant you disobeyed me and acted like an irresponsible teenager. Not to mention it's a serious crime to drive drunk. I intend to make sure you never do it, especially since you're a teacher." 

He opened the balcony door and several windows, then walked back to the sofa and stood directly in front of her, his groin at eye level. She didn't need a road map. Awkwardly, she raised her forearms, unzipped him, pulled out his cock and performed the most amazing blowjob he'd ever had, staring as the crown was engulfed inside her wide mouth, the thick lips bulging around the head, her tongue swirling. 

She obviously loved to suck cock. She must have had an advanced degree, since within a couple of minutes he was about to shoot. He leaned over and said into her ear, "Don't swallow." She nodded, not breaking her rhythm. When he erupted, she cried out from the force and quantity as his dick pulsed for about 60 seconds into her receptive cavity. 

But she was alarmed at the huge load, flailing her arms, her brows knitted in concentration, cheeks bulging. "Open up." She looked at him, fear in her eyes, and for good reason. Despite her best efforts, when she slowly, carefully opened her mouth, two streams of hot cum immediately poured out of the corners and splashed onto her tits. 

She kept maneuvering her head to get the exact, precarious angle between losing the load and swallowing it. "You'll be punished for losing my cum," he warned her. He waited several more seconds, relishing her humiliation before telling her she could swallow. Gratefully she gulped several times, the huge discharge flowing heavily down her esophagus. She gasped when finished, cum covering her lips and chin, dripping off the obscenely protuberant nipples. 

The doorbell rang. Justine started, having assumed that he would meet the valet in the street. Perfect timing. "Please!" she begged, but it was too late. He shoved the coffee table away from the sofa, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the couch till she was kneeling on the black carpet, spotting it with clumps of off-white cum. 

"Don't move," he ordered. She groaned but made no move to hide in her bedroom. She didn't even close her legs. He opened the door and the valet walked in. He was a gangly redheaded teen no older than her daughter. The apartment was so small that the boy saw Justine immediately, brazenly staring at her from the tiny entranceway, ogling her tits and the wet labia bunched against the front of her panties. By now enough cum had dripped off her nipples to flood her slit, a shiny white sheen failing to hide the aroused red lips. 

"Justine, this is. . . ." 

"Kenny," he stammered, approaching her more closely, staring at the spectacular, kneeling, cum-besotted MILF in amazement. In return, Justine stared imploringly at Matt, ignoring Kenny. When that did no good, she stared at the floor, flooded with humiliation and fully aware of how turned on she was by the lewd scene. She was breathing deeply, scandalized and also excited to be seen this way in her apartment, by a gawky 18-year-old. Matthew had been correct: among other things, she was an exhibitionist who responded to humiliation. Her nipples had clearly grown and Matthew noticed that her legs were still spread wide. "Justine, look at Kenny and say hello." 

Defiantly, she raised her head and looked at the boy. "Hello, Kenny." 

"Kenny, have a seat," Matt ordered. Awkwardly, Kenny walked to the low chair next to the sofa and sat, his knee brushing hers. "Something to drink?" Matt offered. 

Thankful for any distraction, Kenny said, "A beer please?" 

"Right away." Matt found a beer in the refrigerator and made two very strong vodkas on the rocks for Janette and himself. Back in the living room, they all drank, Janette so greedily that she finished the entire cocktail. 

"Ken, how much in tips are you losing by coming all the way out here?" 

Ken figured for a moment. "Well sir, it is Friday night, prime time. So I guess I'd be making between $100 and $200 an hour." 

"Janette, we don't want to deprive Kenny of his livelihood because of your drunken behavior, do we?" She shook her head, knowing exactly where this was going, even though Kenny was still clueless. But not for long. 

"Ken, how much does a blowjob cost these days?" Kenny squirmed in his seat, his hard-on growing. 

"I don't know, sir." 

"Ballpark." 

"I guess $25 to $75, depending on the woman." 

"Okay, let's say $50. Mmmm, not even near $200. But a fuck would be way too much. Have you ever spanked a girl, Kenny?" He shook his head. "Well, everybody should try it at least once. You might really like it, especially with a hot slut like this one. Why don't you try. . . a dozen hits?" Kenny nodded enthusiastically. 

"Still, it doesn't seem like quite enough. Kenny, would you mind terribly if I joined in the action as well?" 

"Uh, I guess not." 

"Good. Janette, do you have a paddle or tawse?" Her eyes were blazing at his brazen question. 

"Yes," she acidly replied, "there's a leather tawse in the bedroom closet, inside a leather box on the shelf." 

"Good." He threw a couple of pillows on the coffee table. "Ken, why don't you put her kneeling against the coffee table while I get the toys?" 

"Yes sir," Ken said. He turned to Janette. "Is that the way you tease the boys in your classes? I know that you're a teacher. Crawl over to the table." When she didn't move fast enough, he grabbed her short black hair and pulled. She cried out and scrambled faster. 

When Matt returned from the bedroom, he held a tawse, which he handed to Ken. Janette was in position, still on the floor, her legs spread so wide that her knees touched the feet of the coffee table. She looked magnificent. "Hit her hard," Matt advised. 

Ken was a natural. He struck slowly and forcefully as Janette wriggled in pain, growing in excitement. Her ass immediately showed long red blotches from the tawse. "See how hot you're making her?" Matt asked. 

After a dozen strikes, he said, "Ken, now sit across the table in front of her face and let her take care of you." Eagerly, Ken stripped, showing a 7" long but thin and bony cock. He straddled the table and Janette took his prick and started blowing him. 

Matt kneeled behind her and fed his dick into her cunt, quickly embedding himself as she welcomed the fuck and began sucking Ken more aggressively. The teenager grabbed her ears and started face-fucking. In less than five minutes both guys blew their loads, leaving Janette sprawled on the table. 

The males put their clothes back together. "Ken, call yourself a taxi. I'm staying here." 

"Yes sir. And thank you, that was the best BJ I've ever had." 

He looked down at Justine's sweaty face, a thin stream of pale cum trailing off her chin. He slapped her cheek. 

"How should I address you?" she asked her new Master groggily, barely awake. 

"Matthew is fine, for now." 

"Matthew, thank you for preventing me from driving." 

"You'll be able to express your appreciation tomorrow." There was silence while she imagined what form her appreciation was likely to take. "Now it's time to see Ken off." He took her arm, pulled her up from the table and led her over to the floor-to-ceiling living room window, pressing her nude front against the cold glass. She whined, knowing that passersby had only to glance up to see her nipples and tits thrust against the window, bulging lewdly. "Stay like this until he drives off. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Matthew." 

Kenny had found a parking space across the street, almost directly across from Justine's apartment. He was standing next to Matt's car and lifted his eyes to look at her window, where the ravaged beauty was standing, legs spread, pressed against the glass, eyes downcast, the jizz on her mound making a big sticky splotch on the glass while his cum smeared off her chin and tits. Kenny expelled some air in excitement and admiration. "What a slut, to expose herself like that for anybody to see." 

Large drops of thick cum dripped from her cunt lips to the carpet. The taxi arrived and Ken regretfully left to start work. Justine sank in a heap onto the carpet and slept. 

~ ~ ~ 

While his new sub lay passed out in the living room, Matt explored the small apartment, inspecting Angie's pink, teen bedroom and an even smaller third bedroom with room for only a twin bed, chest and armoire. It looked like a male teenager's room, but with unusual décor. The walls were filled with posters from old sexploitation and B movies, ranging from westerns to medieval dungeons. They showed women in bondage, their big cleavages on display, fastened with chains or leather straps. 

An old laptop lay on the desk, covered with dust. Curious, he opened it and pressed the power button. Once it had booted, he scanned the Desktop and noticed a folder called Home Movies. He opened the folder and saw several files with interesting titles. He clicked on one called Graduation Gift. 

There was no title sequence. The video opened with a closeup of a woman's naked chest. She appeared to be kneeling, the background blurry. Her body was beautifully lit in warm, subtle light. The top of the frame ended above her gorgeous, heavy tits, crowned by massive aureoles and nipples, all dark-hued. The woman's torso certainly looked like Justine's, although Matt couldn't be positive. 

The background was dark, but the audio indicated that somebody was moving around. The woman's toned arms and shoulders strained upward and slightly back, lifting her tits up and out. She grunted with the new tension and it appeared as though her arms were being bound above her. Apparently there was some sort of shelf directly in front of and below the lens, for a few seconds later, a hand wearing a kitchen mitt set down a bowl containing a thick off-white substance. Such a cum slut! Matt thought. A number of clamps of different sizes and styles rested in the goo. 

"You can't do this. It's not right," the woman said hoarsely. The voice sounded like Justine's. 

The other person just laughed. "That's the best you can do? He authorized me to do this and said we'd all watch it together the day after Thanksgiving. He also said that the four of us would be disciplining you in some new ways." The bound beauty squirmed but had no retort. 

Young male hands appeared, holding a large spoon and a large black penis gag with straps. The Dom, his face still unseen, loaded the gag right in front of her face with the viscous liquid - it sure looked like semen, thick and lumpy - until the gag was filled to capacity and overflowed, clumps falling onto the floor, or perhaps her thighs. As he sealed the opening, more gunk dripped off, but this time onto her cleavage. The middle of the fake cock had a series of expandable ridges, like the accordion section in a double bus that connected the two halves. 

"He always has new toys and new techniques," she said. 

"Yes, the new stuff is one reason why it excites you so much. There's always a challenge in how much you can do, whether it's deep-throating, or a cropping, or taking on all four of us at the same time." 

The camera rose up until the sub's strong chin, thick lips and pretty nose were visible, but her eyes were hidden behind a black goggles, like the ones worn at tanning salons. The wide mouth and meaty, cocksucking lips reinforced Matt's belief that this must be Justine. But who was the guy, a boyfriend? A neighbor? And who were the four others he was talking about? 

"Anything else to say?" She shook her head. "We both know you've wanted this for a long time, since I've been away at prep for college." He held a frosted glass filled with a clear liquid to her lips and she took several gulps. 

He set down the half empty glass. "After he congratulated me for graduating high school, he said that once college starts, he wants you to travel there and. . . make yourself available to my three roommates." Justine flushed and lowered her head with humiliation at this demeaning news. She wondered what his roommates would be like. Would they all get shitfaced on beer and do her all at once? Had they ever done anal? Had they ever dominated a sub before? Or an MILF? Would they be repulsed by BDSM, or awkward, or eventually get into it, or be naturals? 

"I've already talked to one of them about BDSM in general. He said he doesn't have any personal experience but he's been thinking about it and he'd like to learn. So I sent him several videos and a couple dozen photos of you from the July 4th weekend with the family." 

"Wha—" she protested, her head twisting up to him, but he shoved in the gag. Her generous lips ballooned to encircle the thick device and he strapped it into place. "My roommate said you're unbelievably hot and that in your case, 'MILF' means 'Mother I'd Like to Flog.' I thought that was clever!" He pressed a button in the base and the gag began to move. She grunted. 

Matt realized that the gag was a dildo that grew from its basic length of four inches. When it must have reached its longest length, Justine moaned, trying to accommodate the big cock. The same white substance appeared in each corner of the woman's mouth and began inching down her chin. 

"But I don't know whether my other two roommates will be into any lifestyle stuff. Yup, I can read your perverted mind. I don't even know if they're into anal. You may just have to blow them and fuck them. I know, vanilla is not what you want or need, but I don't make all the rules in this family." 

The camera didn't linger. It moved back down to her tits. Each of the young guy's hands picked up a fearsome clamp from the tray, heavy spunk dripping from the serrated jaws. He closed each clamp at the base of a huge nipple, jism forced out from the sharp ridges and along the charcoal stalks of her nipples. The bound captive seized up, her body going rigid and emitting a muffled cry of pain. 

The camera sank down further, past the sub's tight belly (also covered with horizontal marks) to her shaved mound. This sub was definitely Justine. A big clit came into view, as oversized as her lewd nipples. It was surrounded by a thick, darkly colored hood. Sure enough, the labia were just as thick, long and dark like the rest of her sex parts. Suddenly a crop smacked into both inner thighs and she spread her knees widely apart, her outer lips opening. 

The guy removed a two-inch labia clamp from the hot tray, pulled one of her fleshy cunt lips out and to the side, and clamped it as she jolted and hissed, repeating the process on the other side. He attached a black nylon cord to each clamp and forced the lips down about 1½ inches, appearing to fasten the cords to something out of camera range on her thighs, such as the tops of stockings, or bands around her thighs, or perhaps eyebolts in the floor. Justine uttered a rasping sound of arousal. "Whoo, whoo whoo. . . " she said breathily, trying to control the excitement she felt from the subjugation to this guy, the bondage and clamping. 

Matt noticed that the guy had unusually broad thumbs, just like Justine herself. 

The tautness on her arms slackened considerably. The guy held a black anal plug within sight of the lens, coated it thoroughly in the hot tray, and pushed on what was presumably Justine's back, bending her forward and down till her entire head first appeared and then moved completely below the frame. It was in fact Justine, due to another feature - her cropped, glossy black pageboy hair. She must have been resting her head against the floor so that her ass was in a convenient position to take the plug. The guy's arms appeared with the plug, jism dripping off it, and she grunted loudly as he shoved it in. 

He pulled the bound, clamped, gagged and plugged beauty back up by her hair and re-stretched her toned arms, her meaty lips now covered with cum from the penis gag. 

The camera returned to its original position, focusing on her magnificent tits, which were now sweating from the pain of the clamps. The nipples had clearly swollen in excitement. The tormentor rested a willow switch across the top of them as he prepared himself. Matt noticed faint striations covering the flesh, from a previous punishment session. Drops of cum fell from the top of the frame onto her tits. The switch was lifted away. 

Suddenly the movie changed into slow-motion and the switch struck both cum-smeared tits across the top with a loud "Thwack!" in such force that the impacted flesh indented. Cum sprayed into the air from the impact and the striped globes bulged outward, the flesh rippling. "Hunnhh!" she uttered, an extended, low-pitched utterance. 

The movie changed back from slo-mo to real time. The switch was lifted for another blow, revealing a dark red mark. The woman must have clenched her jaw in pain around the penis gag, because the flow of cum fell more heavily onto the inflamed tit flesh. 

There was another sudden switch to slo-mo and the switch struck the tits on the outside and underside, the tit flesh swaying, shaking and rippling, the metal nipple clamps reflecting the light as they moved from the severe blows. After a half dozen hits, the camera sank again to her groin, where the stretched lips glistened with juices that had dripped onto her inner thighs. 

The slo-mo continued as the Dom whipped her cunt, drops of pussy juice flying off the swollen inner and outer lips as she came closer to cumming, the inner lips a vibrant red compared to the dusky outer ones. Real time resumed when he pushed a six-inch, accordion-sided dildo into her exposed hole, fastened it with leather straps that went through her legs and came up each side of her ass cheeks to tie around her waist. Once he turned on the dildo, the slut's hips began bucking back and forth wildly, occasionally shouting into the penis gag. Matt guessed the dildo extended to at least nine inches. 




Now Serving Ch. 05



The camera raised up, beyond her striped tits with their clamps swinging berserkly, to her mouth. The Dom undid the penis gag's straps and extracted the fake dick, the black sides streaked with white cum. Justine's mouth, so stretched by the thick gag, remained open, obscenely displaying a pool of white muck, with multiple strands of thick cum sticking to her upper and bottom lips. The guy shoved his own cock between her lips, breaking the strands. She sucked the guy's thick shaft voraciously until he pulled off the four nipple and labia clamps. She climaxed, shouting unintelligibly, her head snapping around, her torso bucking as big bubbles of cum formed at the entrance to her mouth. He grabbed her ears and face-fucked her to finish himself off, pounding into her big mouth. 

The load he dumped in and on her was huge. He shot as much into her mouth as it would hold. When it was fully loaded, she pulled back and broke off his hold from her ears, her cheeks bulging like a sluttish squirrel. He dumped the rest of his load all over her face, including her eyes, though they were covered by the mask. The pumping lasted seemingly forever, obscuring the dark eyebrows and obliterating her nose and cheeks with spurt after punishing spurt. He ripped off the eye mask, exposing Justine's beautiful thick eyebrows and gorgeous hazel eyes, the only part of her face not drenched in hot spunk. 

Bending over, he turned off the pussy dildo and anal plug, but left them embedded. For a final act, he opened the plug at the base of the penis gag. Justine tilted her head forward, opened her mouth slightly and ever so carefully let a thickening stream of hot gunk flow down into the fake cock's reservoir. 

When it was finally finished, he leaned into the frame for the first time. Matt was startled to see that he was a teenager who resembled Justine. He was good-looking, with fine pale skin, jet-black, straight shiny hair and a smirking expression. 

Not gently, he slapped each of her sore, marked tits. "Well, Mother? Was your cum big enough?" 

With an effort, she raised her exhausted, cum-drenched face and looked at him. "Thank you, son. And congratulations on your graduation, Justin." 

"Thanks for this graduation gift. And I think Granddad's going to give me a car before college starts. He wouldn't wait months till Thanksgiving to give me my graduation present." 

"How nice," she mumbled. Her head sank and shoulders went slack; she appeared to be semiconscious. The only sounds were the loud sucking noises when her depraved boy pulled the toys from her ravaged pussy and ass. He then dragged his deflating cock back and forth across the top of her head, cleaning off the streaks of residual cum on his shaft by leaving them in her short black hair. 

The video then held on her for several seconds, reveling in the subjugated, suspended mother's cum-drenched hair, face and chest, her slack mouth open, fresh sponge dripping from her hair and face in a half dozen places. The screen froze on the lurid image. 

Matt was stunned, never having anticipated that this incredible SM slut was subservient to her own son, servicing him in this debased way. Where was this sadistic son? Apparently, he was away at college. Who taught him to be such a ruthless and debauched master, his own family? And did he also dominate and fuck his slutty teen sister? Angie had mentioned him only once, fleetingly. 

Matt picked up the laptop, walked into Justine's bedroom and set it down on her makeup table. He went to the machine's desktop, inserted a flash drive from his pants pocket, copied a file titled Mastering Mother, and dropped the flash drive back into his pants. He then returned to Graduation Gift, reversed the footage a bit and paused at the final image of the bound, cum-splattered Justine, purposely leaving the laptop open, so that Justine would be resoundingly humiliated, and no doubt excited, by his taboo discovery and the degrading image of her. 

Matt walked to the living room, where he looked at her incredible body in a new way. He was so hard from the movie that he kneeled on the coffee table, directly above her body, and wanked himself, moaning more and more loudly till her eyes fluttered open, just as he sprayed her down from head to pussy, gobs of cum rolling off her brows, nose, chin and tits onto the black carpet. Then he grinned at his new slut and her slimy nude form, and walked out. 

~ ~ ~ 

When Matt walked quietly into his house, without turning on any lights, he went to the foot of the stairs, where he heard the sounds of whipping and screams. He immediately got hard. Upstairs, the door to his daughter's bedroom was open a foot, so he peeked in without knocking. 

One of the flagellation scenes in The Story of O was playing on the TV. Janette, wearing a thin, sweat-drenched nightie, was standing, bent over, in front of the TV, quirt in hand, breathing heavily from her exertions. Angie was nude, kneeling at the foot of the bed, her head on the mattress, her ass upturned, her lovely back was crossed with fresh stripes. He and Janette exchanged glances. 

He whispered, "Janette, come down to my office." 

"Umm, I'm in the middle of a punishment here, Daddy." Wrong answer. He strode into the room, stood in front of Janette, facing her directly. She could see his hard-on pressing against his zipper and gloated about how excited she made him. 

He yanked the switch out of his daughter's hand, pulled her wrists behind her, held them there and pulled them down, forcing her knees into his thighs. Her bouncy teen tits, completely visible beneath the sweat-soaked gauzy nightie, were now offered up to him as perfect targets. He struck a half dozen blows on the defiant but defenseless big mounds. Janette yelped in pain throughout. 

Satisfied, he released her wrists. "Okay, Daddy, I'm sorry." The apologetic girl rubbed her sore tits. "I'll be down right away." Janette fastened Angie's wrists to a cord attached to the top of the four-poster frame and pulled till Angie was suitably stretched upward. She tweaked her friend's stiff nipples, added a spreader bar between the docile girl's knees so her vulva opened, and stroked one finger, then two, followed by three up and down her pretty best friend's wet slit. 

When Janette held up a heavy double chain with multiple clamps, Angie groaned. Janette tightened the first two clamps on her roommate's turgid nipples and tugged down until the third clamp reached the girl's clit hood. She thrust a dildo up the bound girl's cunt and, as a final touch, struck the besieged nipples and clit with the quirt. Afraid to be late for the meeting with her father, she reluctantly left after turning off the TV. 

In Matt's office, Janette eagerly asked what had happened with Angie's mother. Matt showed her. With Janette sitting on his lap, he began talking to his daughter as if she was Justine. Janette, who loved role-playing, immediately fell into the role of her friend's horny sexpot mother at the bar lounge. Matt squeezed, pulled and twisted his hot girl's already aroused nipples. 

Then he stood, cleared off his desktop, pushed his daughter roughly across the surface, and pumped two fingers into the young slut's clean-shaven cunt until she came, humping her young hips hard against his hand as he shot one white wad after another onto her well-tanned ass cheeks and into the small of her back. Dutifully, she reached behind her back and scooped up a handful, slowly licking the thick gunk off her palm and swallowing, repeating the process till she couldn't get any more. 

Next: Matt orders Justine to discipline their daughters. Then the teens punish Justine.



Now Serving Ch. 06



This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don't like the juxtaposition. There's plenty of both. To phrase it differently, this story contains harsh BDSM with incest and incest with harsh BDSM, so please don't read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres.

Otherwise, these chapters contain many of the physical attributes, mental characteristics, toys and devices to be found in my previous pieces. All characters are of legal age.

In the past, many enthusiastic readers have contributed positive and creative ideas. However, it's my custom to complete an entire story before submission, so I won't be returning to Now Serving to make changes.

I welcome your non-irate, non-flaming comments and will try to respond to your questions.



On Friday at 12:30 pm, the doorbell rang. The girls were outside at the pool, so Matt answered. Justine was both impressed and intimidated by the fancy neighborhood, one of the best in town. Standing on the portico, she looked magnificent, although understandably anxious. She wore a thin, virtually see-through, beige summer dress, with a white crocheted sweater covering her bodice. However, the knit on the sweater was so large that there were large gaps between the thick cotton. Opening the door, Matt could easily see her nipples.

"I know I'm late again," she blurted, her large eyes searching his to gauge how angry he might be. "I almost didn't cum. And I accept that you'll punish me for being late," she added placatingly.

"Quite late," he added. He wasn't angry; on the contrary, he was secretly pleased that she was late. Now that he knew her submissive nature and her tolerance for humiliation and bondage, she was even more erotic than the first two times he'd seen her. "Do you accept having your tits whipped?"

Shocked by his asking such a degrading question while she stood on his doorstep, completely visible from the street, where any passerby could have heard him, she closed her eyes from humiliation, swayed slightly and nodded. "Yes Sir, I understand that you'll be hurting my tits."

"Good. Now show them to me." Her eyes widened in shock and she twisted her neck around, first to the left and then the right, but there were no pedestrians visible. Her pussy spasmed at the immediate obedience and exhibitionism that Matt was demanding. He knew that of the two houses visible from his stoop, one family was at a softball game and the other was away on summer vacation. Besides, he lived on a cul-de-sac with barely any traffic, although many visitors never noticed the sign, "No Through Traffic," since it was largely obscured by an overgrown bush. "Are you going to delay showing your tits for as long as you dawdled about coming here?"

"No, Sir." Janette undid her sweater and blouse and spread it open, exposing tits that were resting on a slutty ¼ bra.

"Nice. And do you deserve having your pussy whipped?"

"If you think so, Matthew, then yes. . . please whip my pussy."

"Then pull up your dress and tuck it into your belt."

She looked around again, much more humiliated by the prospect of this greater public exposure, raised the hem and tucked it into her thin white belt, showing white stockings, a matching garter belt and transparent panties. She swooned, realizing how she was standing exposed like a slut, where anyone could see her, her ass cheeks fully visible to the neighbors.

"Come in." She stepped inside, a whiff of sultry perfume passing by him. The house was large and impressively decorated. "Cover yourself."

She covered her tits, lowered her skirt and glanced around. "Your home is beautiful. Where are the girls?"

"At the pool. We're quite alone in here." Did you bring your laptop?"

"Yes, Sir, it's in my handbag." They walked into the sunroom that faced the pool. "Drink?"

"Yes please," she said nervously. She swallowed her iced vodka eagerly, watching the girls who were in the water at the far side of the pool, laughing and teasing each other.

Janette, who knew that Justine had arrived and that her father would take the MILF to the sunroom, climbed out of the pool, using the ladder at the left side. Once Janette was standing at the edge of the pool, she turned to face Angie, who was still in the water, and held out a hand to help. But when Angie started climbing out, Janette's other hand moved quickly and there was a glint of metal. Justine realized that Janette had cuffed Angie's wrist to the metal handrail. Janette quickly followed with the other wrist. Justine was shocked at the bondage and excited by how abbreviated were their matching bikinis.

Absorbed by the spectacle occurring in front of her eyes, Justine unconsciously took another slug of her cocktail. The girls were in profile to Justine's perspective from the sunroom. Angie was now kneeling on the top rung of the ladder, her face at the height of Janette's groin. Justine gasped. At this distance, she could just barely perceive that Angie's back was faintly striped with horizontal marks, as were her thighs, as was her ass, barely covered by the tiny bikini bottom.

Justine turned to Matt. He shrugged. "Those marks didn't come from me, they were applied by Janette. Justine turned back to the pool and now saw that the front of Janette's thighs were also striped. By now her bikini bottom lay on the patio while her hands forced Angie's head into her bare pussy. Justine sat down, stunned and outraged, but obviously excited.

In a matter of moments, she'd discovered that her daughter had submitted to B&D and was servicing her best girlfriend. Janette moaned as Angie's licking and sucking brought her off, thrashing her head violently in orgasm as her hips ground into her friend's mouth.

He turned to the excited, flushed mother, a skein of perspiration coating her lovely skin. "Why don't you take a swim?"

"Oh, that's okay. I actually forgot to bring a suit."

"Just ask Janette for a suit," he said firmly. He was not one to be easily put off. "There are extras at the cabana."

Reluctantly, Justine arose and went to the pool, where the girls were now lying on chaises, acting as if Angie hadn't been cuffed and sucking Janette's pussy only a few minutes earlier. Janette and Justine exchanged hellos, Justine cringing with shame and Janette grinning, both of course remembering the scene of clamping, bondage, whipping and fucking on the coffee table in the sub mother's living room.

Inside the cabana, Janette rummaged around the pile of pillows and bathing suits, handing the submissive mother a skimpy bikini.

Justine examined the two pieces. "These are a size too small for me."

"Sorry, that's the closest size we have," Janette lied, eagerly anticipating the events of the day that she'd planned with her father.

"Oh. . . okay."

"Sorry again, but the cabana door doesn't close. Daddy's having it fixed."

"Well, I guess I'll just change in the house."

"No," Janette countered firmly, suppressing a grin. "Just change here. It's just us girls." Angie hid her smirk behind a magazine. Of course, Matt was staring from a shadowed place inside the house.

Justine, feeling mortified but defenseless, turned her back to them and peeled off the light sweater with relief but reluctantly pulled the thin, mocha-colored dress off, slowly showing them her expensive beige stockings, matching garter belt, abbreviated panties and slutty bra. Even at a distance, Matt could see marks on her upper thighs.

Janette was amazed that the gullible mother was stripping in front of them. "Your marks are showing nicely," she said brazenly. Angie giggled.

The obedient MILF unclipped the garter belt, turned to face her observers and sat in a chair, rolling down the stockings from her long legs. As she bent down, Matt could see the fading stripes on her pendulous tits. It was obvious to him and the girls that her striking nipples had begun to stiffen.

The humiliated teacher unclipped her lacy shelf bra, her hefty tits hanging in the hot sun. Rather than put on the bikini top, she lifted her hips and dragged the panties down and off her legs. Without thinking, due to years of strict training, she slid to the edge of the sheet and unconsciously opened her legs all the way till her ankles were positioned at the chair legs, opening up her groin for all of her onlookers, the dark-skinned, thick labia parting to reveal the glistening inner lips. Matt smiled at the striations across her belly and mound.

Justine struggled to close the front hook between the bikini cups. At least they covered all of her aureoles and nipples. The panties were so small that the waist clung humiliatingly low on her hips, pressing into her lips, wetting instantly, but at least, as she rationalized to herself, the fabric completely covered her vulva. Her thick lips compressed in a sexy pout of displeasure, resentful for being made to expose herself, yet excited by her debauched nudity.

"You look great," Janette said, practically drooling.

"Yeah Mom, you look hot," Angie added.

"Well, I sure feel hot," Justine joked and went into the pool, relieved to no longer be on display and grateful for the cooling water. The girls went into the house to finish the prep for lunch.

After a few minutes, Janette opened the rear door and called, "Lunch is on the table!"

"Oh, I need to change before lunch," Justine protested.

"Nope, Daddy said to come directly as you are. Angie and I are in our swimsuits just like you." Matt and the girls ogled the sultry beauty as she slowly climbed out of the pool, the water falling off her tanned and toned, magnificent body. With her Mediterranean complexion, dark hair, pretty eyes and lush body, Justine looked as breathtaking as Sophia Loren in that famous movie sequence where she emerges from the water.

Justine felt as though she was being ogled, but couldn't actually see the others. She was aware that they'd tricked her. Although the bikini covered her privates, the water had made the thin material totally transparent. At least she'd shaved her pussy that morning.

Inside the house, she asked Angie for a bathrobe. "Mom, we've all been waiting for you," her daughter answered impatiently. "Lunch is on the table." Suitably admonished, Justine trudged to the dining room, where they all sat. Justine realized that since they were having salad. They'd tricked her again. There was no urgency to sitting down for a cold lunch, but here she was, her tits blatantly exposed beneath the wet bikini. The girls' bikinis had dried while they were preparing lunch.

Matt smiled at the shamed beauty, her aroused nipples plain for all to see, her appearance more vulgar, more mortifying in the sodden bikini than if she'd been nude. He raised his glass of sparkling wine. "To Justine's first visit." He and Justine drank, the girls openly titillated by the MILF's slutty docility. Justine swallowed half her glass to calm her nerves, her jutting nipples betraying her rising excitement. Matt toasted the girls' largely improved school marks and Justine finished her glass of wine. As discussed before Justine's arrival, Angie promptly refilled her mother's glass. Their salads were delicious. Justine toyed with hers, too edgy to eat much.

"Daddy, what are we doing after lunch?" Janette asked innocently, following the script.

"You two are going to be punished," Matt replied.

"By you?"

He eyed their guest. "No, by Justine."

"Oh!" Janette wondered how hard Justine would hurt her in retaliation, considering the abuse that Janette had inflicted on Justine at the MILF's apartment. Would the lewd hottie be as firm a domme as she was a docile sub? "And afterward?" Janette asked.

"After you and Angie have displayed remorse, you girls will have to make Justine realize that being an hour late this morning, inconveniencing me and delaying our lunch, is impermissible. She didn't even have the courtesy to call."

"Oh goodie!" Angie blurted, gleeful that her mother would also be penalized for an infraction, trying to think of what she and her best friend could do to punish Justine that would be different from what she'd done to her mother in their apartment while Justine was bound to the coffee table.

Justine, trying to hide her growing arousal, kept her eyes focused on her plate. She couldn't help wondering whether she would be spanking the girls, since she was unaware of the house rule: spanking is for kids only. After the binding, clamping, plugging, cropping, fucking and face-fucking that Janette had done to her in the living room of her own apartment, she eagerly anticipated administering punishment to the young dominatrix. But Justine couldn't possibly imagine the decadent scenario that Matt had planned for her.

~ ~ ~

Once the plates were cleared, Matt told the girls to go to the den and prepare for their punishment. The moment the girls left the dining room, he informed Justine that they would both be administering the discipline: she to her daughter and him to his. Justine flushed but knew better than to object and swallowed more sparkling wine. Matt also instructed her to change from the wet bikini back into her lingerie and to finish her third glass of sparkling wine, prepping her to loosen up enough to punish Angie.

He left the dining room while Justine, already in a heightened state of eroticism, walked outside and changed back into her shelf bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. She was thrilled at the idea of punishing Janette, who'd not only thoroughly controlled and abused her at her apartment in broad daylight, the girl had also shamed her best friend's mother at poolside.

When Matt entered the den, the girls had already stripped and cuffed themselves to the bar hanging from the ceiling in front of the fireplace. They faced each other, ankles attached to the ends of the same spreader bar at their feet, the summer light highlighting their gleaming skin.

Matt clipped the chain belts around their waists to each other, fastened mini-clothespins to their nipples and hooked the mini-clothespins together, forcing their tits into each other. They moaned with pain and desire. He selected a double dildo from the coffee table drawer and inserted the entirety of the 6" lengths into each of their pussies. Finally, he strapped a leather belt around both their heads, pushing their mouths together.

Justine entered, carrying a fourth glass of wine to steel her nerves. She stopped in her tracks, not knowing that the girls would be naked or that they would be positioned against each other. Her hardened nipples heaved with excitement in the warm light. The girls were bound so tightly together that Justine could see the clamps on their nubile nipples but not the double dildo embedded in their clean-shaven cunts.

The alluring 36-year-old was both aroused and shocked by the girls' postures – their arms were pulled so high that their feet were practically suspended. Matt handed her one flogger and picked up another. "To begin, twelve strokes to her buttocks," he decided. Angie looked at Justine imploringly but knew not to speak. Justine ran her hands over the faint marks running across her shapely, bound and clamped daughter's back, buttocks and thighs.

As she traced the stripes, Justine saw that Angie's hips were twisting and pushing back and forth, as were Janette's. Justine peered around Angie's hip and saw that both girls were humping a double dildo. Her excitement flooded her cunt with the unexpected discovery.

Years of frustration at raising a daughter single-handedly were pent up and ready to be unleashed. Plus, Angie was shamelessly fucking a dildo and her best friend, another shameless slut. So Justine thrashed her daughter's swinging body while Matt marked Janette's, the two girls flinching, jerking and twisting from the double onslaught. Naturally, each time they jerked, their clamped nipples were pulled and twisted, mixed with the increasing pleasure from the double dildo. Soon they were cumming, tongues in each other's mouths as they cried in pain and orgasm.

Once the girls had stopped bucking, grinding and groaning, Matt unclasped the clothespins, unhooked the waist cinch and extracted the drenched double dildo. Justine was surprised to see the size of the fat, glistening member emerging from the girls' sweaty mounds, pussy juices dripping onto the floor. Matt untethered the ankle and wrist cuffs from the floor and ceiling spreader bars. The teen bondage sluts collapsed in a heap on the carpet, sprawling blatantly across each other, legs flagrantly splayed open, thighs streaked with shiny juices.

~ ~ ~

Matt informed Justine, who was drenched in sweat and supremely turned on, that it was now her turn. She simply nodded her head, deeply humiliated to be proceeding in front of her daughter. "Spread your legs and hands behind your head," he ordered.

She responded slowly, cringing with humiliation in front of the girls. The 34-year-old's daily workouts clearly showed. The spectacular 34C tits were capped by large dark areola, but it was the astounding nipples and thick, long pussy lips that made him stare every time they were exposed. So dark they looked almost black, her nipples, clit and labia were the thickest and longest he'd ever seen.

The obscenely jutting nipples already extended over a full inch – even before they were stretched, clamped and weighted. The labia were similar: not just extraordinarily thick, but elongated, glistening with moisture, begging to be severely stretched, clamped, chained and heavily weighted. Like her nipples, her clit was similarly overlarge: over an inch in length and surprisingly thick, projecting way beyond the thick dusky folds of the clit hood.

Because of his sub's slow response, Matt slapped Justine's big, beautiful, exposed tits a dozen times until she called out, begging him to stop and promising to obey his instructions more promptly, the heavy tit flesh becoming blotchy and reddened. He'd never seen anything like her for endurance.

"Now put your arms in front of you." She extended her hands in front of her for the cuffs, her big mouth and thick lips pouting. Matt applied the bonds, raised her arms and tied them to the hanging bar. By now the girls had roused themselves, stood and were drinking water, rubbing their sore nipples and excitedly watching Justine to learn how an experienced sub slut would act. Severely stretched in her white lacy lingerie, her calves, thighs and arms taut, perspiration oiling her skin, a streak of pussy juice snaking down a thigh, Justine looked magnificent.

Angie stared excitedly at her mother, eager to apply another round of payback for her recent bondage and cropping – as well as years of parental control and punishment. Matt tied off her mother's ankles widely till her lower lips parted, greased a small 4" anal dildo and pushed it smoothly all the way into her dark rosebud while Angie, at Matt's direction, wrapped rough strips of black leather so tightly around the bases of her mother's pendulous tits, sore from Matt's slapping, that Justine moaned.

Matt handed Angie a thick wooden dowel wrapped in soft leather and she pushed the mouth gag inside her mother's thick lips. Despite the degraded pose of being nude and bound with an anal dildo embedded in her ass and undergoing discipline from her teen daughter, he could tell how deliriously excited Justine was. 

Matt was concerned about the damage Angie would likely inflict on her mother, so he limited the student to a couple of dozen strokes of a simple, relatively harmless tawse to Justine's back, ass and thighs, while he chose to whip the teacher's luscious front with a quirt.

Matt started by striking Justine's flat belly while Angie mercilessly attacked her helpless mother's back, the angry teen's strokes faster and harder than Matt's. Between her father's whippings, Janette cruelly pulled and twisted Justine's fat nipples. When Matt started to mark the heavily hanging tits, inflicting lurid stripes an inch apart, Janette kneeled to pinch, pull and spank Justine's labia and clit till they were as swollen and inflamed as her ravaged, sweat-stained tits.




Now Serving Ch. 06



As soon as the shuddering tits were covered with bruise marks, Matt rammed a 6" vibrator, set on high, up his MILF sub's sopping cunt, held the quirt between her legs and struck it upwards into the long pussy lips and oversize clit, amplifying the warm-up slaps that Janette had inflicted with her bare hand on the swollen, hairless mons. Meanwhile, Angie was pumping the dildo in and out of her mother's ass while still whacking the tawse into the gorgeous cheeks.

Justine, never before suffering subjugation like this, dominated by two girls (one of them her own daughter) and a guy, and undergoing virtually simultaneous punishment to her tits, clit, pussy and asshole, shook in a series of mind-bending spasms, mewling a string of guttural, lewd obscenities through her spread lips, bulging around the mouth gag, as her pelvis swung wildly in orgasm. Once she'd slowed down and sagged in her suspension, Matt extracted the anal dildo and untied her wrists from their strained posture.

The masochistic mother sank down on her knees, her ankles still trapped to the spreader bar. Matt unzipped and shoved his cock into her mouth, fucking her face. Since Justine's pixie haircut was so short and her sweat-slickened hair hard to grasp, he controlled her head movements by twisting and turning her massive nipples.

Obeying Matt's instructions, Angie grabbed the double dildo, lay on the carpet, slid on her back between her mother's thighs, forced one end of the dildo into her mother's cunt, raised her own hips and inserted the other shaft into herself, furiously fucking the kneeling mother while Janette took the tawse and struck the teacher's swaying tits, heedless that they were already striped and swollen from the quirt.

Justine went wild with humiliation when she realized her own daughter was fucking her with a huge dildo, while she was being face-fucked and having her tits whipped. But that only seemed to increase her excitement. Matt wasn't surprised that, even after being soundly cropped front and rear, while her tits were being abused and she was being brutally fucked with a 6" dildo, Justine was by far the best cocksucker he'd ever had. Soon he pulled out and spewed a gigantic load – mammoth even for him – onto her hair, face and tits. Thick lines of spunk crisscrossed he black hair, dark brows, cheeks, nose and chin.

That did it. The submissive beauty climaxed in a long cum, frightening in its intensity, writhing and twisting as her daughter hung on, following her mother's lead and cumming from the direct cunt connection between her mother's shaved gaping hole and her own: the double dildo. As she climaxed, Angie pictured her mother's pussy juices flowing down the double dildo, seeping between her stretched pussy lips and infiltrating her flooding own cunt.

Justine sank onto the floor and the double dildo slid out of her and Angie's cunts. They all lay there exhausted. After a while the cum-drenched mother opened her eyes and looked around the debauched scene till her eyes met Matt's. "Tomorrow you'll be punished more severely."

"More severely?" she croaked hoarsely, incredulously.

"Today was just a warm-up." He opened a cabinet drawer and laid a nipple-stretching device, a large butt plug, two pairs of heavy cloverleaf clamps, a 4" penis gag with harness and a metal breast press on the coffee table. Justine, dreading the sight of so many implements, couldn't tear her eyes away from them. She noted that the penis gag had a plug in the base, so it must have a reservoir inside for Matt's cum, like the new one at her apartment that Janette and Angie had used on her. She was particularly fascinated with the severe-looking breast press and the nipple stretcher. She'd worn a breast press before, but it was a simple, crude wood device, not the imposing heavy metal object with nipple stretchers that she now saw. She sank back to the floor and passed out.



Next: After Justine and Angie service the men in their family, Justin uses his mother and sister.



Now Serving Ch. 07



This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don't like the juxtaposition. There's plenty of both. To phrase it differently, this story contains harsh BDSM with incest and incest with harsh BDSM, so please don't read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres. 

Otherwise, these chapters contain many of the physical attributes, mental characteristics, toys and devices to be found in my previous pieces. All characters are of legal age. 

In the past, many enthusiastic readers have contributed positive and creative ideas. However, it's my custom to complete an entire story before submission, so I won't be returning to Now Serving to make changes. 

I welcome your non-irate, non-flaming comments and will try to respond to your questions. 

***** 

A few months later, Thanksgiving arrived. Justine was kneeling in the entrance to the luxury suite her father, Claude, had reserved at the best hotel in town. She wore a new, expensive but slutty lingerie ensemble, a gift from her father, and a high, traditional black leather slave collar. Her panties left most of her ass exposed. 

Accompanying her father were her younger brother, Martin, and her son, Justin, visiting from boarding school. The two men and the boy had not seen the mother and daughter for months. All of them had come from a considerable distance. 

Over the last few weeks, Matt had slowly extracted a detailed history of Justine's extensive relationship as a slave to the men in her immediate family - including her son, who was a year older than Angela. To overcome Justine's refusal to come forth, Matt had resorted to severe bondage, clamping, stretching, weights, plugging and whipping to get her to confess her debauched family history. 

Inside the suite, Angie kneeled next to her mother in the same submissive posture, wearing an equally expensive yet slutty new outfit from her grandfather. Justine and Matt had spent weeks preparing the girl for her first sessions with her three demanding relatives. The high school senior was both eager and apprehensive. 

Claude, was a handsome, barrel-chested man of 53 whose hair was graying at the sides of his head. Martin, at 24, was twelve years younger than his sister Justine, looking more like a son than the brother that he was. Although Justin, Justine's son, was one year older than his 18-year-old sister Angelina, he actually looked a couple of years younger than she did. 

Claude walked right up to his daughter, stopping only when his groin was inches from Justine's face. "Hello, father," she said respectfully. Unbidden, she stripped off her blouse but not her quarter bra, knowing how her father liked to see her tits lying exposed on top of black lingerie. He smiled and stroked her glossy, short hair, his crotch bulging, rubbing his thick thumb over her meaty lips, admiring the whip marks on her tits, thighs, back and ass. "I see that you've been well used," he said, tracing his thumb over the livid stripes on her tits. "His name is Matthew?" 

"Yes, Father." 

Martin was almost as assertive as his father, standing uncomfortably close to Angela, his nubile young niece, and leering at the slutty teen. Justin lingered further back, respecting his grandfather and uncle, staring hungrily at his willing sister and aroused mother. 

"Shall we have drinks?" Martin suggested. The women served cocktails in the living room. Claude and Martin had already received lengthy emails and multiple photos from Matt about the degree of Justine's servitude and the progress of Angelina's training. His descriptions included the most debased and debauched details. Now Justine drank heavily, visibly nervous by the presence of her male relatives, and stood in front of her father. She assumed there would be the usual pecking order: servicing the patriarch, her father first, brother next and son last. 

She felt most degraded by performing in front of her son and daughter, but she also felt most excited about being used by her son, especially if he abused and fucked her in front of the others. Of the four men, his cock was the largest and he had the most stamina, and even at his young age, was already the cruelest and most inventive. Her father still produced big loads of cum, even in his fifties, but Justin's discharges were way longer, heavier, thicker and sweeter (less salty). 

She was ashamed to be eagerly anticipating the discipline they would be giving to her rebellious and haughty daughter. Despite Justine's shame with herself, she couldn't help hoping that the men would tell her to clamp Angie's tauntingly fat nipples, then order Justine to whip Angie's firm tits and young pussy, then let the eager mother fuck her daughter's pussy and ass with a fat strap-on. 

Claude moved one hand over the thick welts on the front and insides of his daughter's thighs, while poking and prodding at her cunt lips, visibly bulging and already glistening wet beneath the tight confines of her sheer panties. 

Martin stood and ordered Angie to stand at the side of his chair and bend over it, her hands propped on the opposite armrest. Martin was pleased to see her spread her legs as widely as possible without being asked. He undid Angie's blouse and opened the bra catch between her tits, releasing the hanging mounds, so well developed for an 18-year-old. He added dauntingly severe clamps and an imposing chain to the big-titted girl. As her nipples and tits were dragged downward, she struggled with the pain but was well-trained enough to refrain from crying out. 

Justine leaned backward so her damp mons was thrust directly into her perverted father's craggy face. "Yes, the lips appear longer. Well done," Claude said, gloating as he stroked his daughter's bulging, wet labia. Martin slapped Angie's nubile breasts in order to swell her nipples. She grimaced as the weighty clamps and thick chains swung wildly under the impact. After the slapping, Angie straightened up and undid Martin's pants, keeping her eyes lowered. Martin rucked the teen girl's skirt up to her waist. 

Claude opened the briefcase at his feet and extracted four serious-looking clamps and thick chains that were more intense than any he'd ever inflicted on Justine. They were heavier than the chain now attached to his granddaughter. He watched Justine's eyes grow upon seeing the formidable size of the hardware. Claude applied the heavy, nasty clamps with thick metal chains to Justine's heavily swaying tits. It was more weight than she'd ever imagined taking and her thick nipples stretched down more than ever. She groaned but did not change her position. Meanwhile, the slurping sounds of Angie, on her knees eagerly blowing her uncle, were augmented by his moans. 

"Unnhhh," Martin moaned as his niece's sucking became louder. "Soon she'll be as good as her mother." 

Claude attached more huge clamps to Justine's slippery lower lips, the imprisoned labia stretching unmercifully. She gasped in pain and gritted her teeth but did not break her posture. Claude was proud at her discipline. He smiled at the expression in her eyes, for he could see pain mixed with the special excitement of a thrilling new humiliation she'd never before experienced. He nodded and Justine got on her knees. Angie had started to deep throat her uncle's dick and was sucking and slurping noisily. 

Claude called to his grandson. "Justin, get that flogger and go back and forth between your sister and mother." He saw Angie's eyes widen when she heard she was soon to be flogged by her own brother. The teen boy picked a long flogger out of a suitcase devoted to bondage gear. The flogger was not leather, but a thin willow branch which had been cut into thin strips. Justin was excited by the sordid scene. For the first time, he'd be able to whip his bratty sister and hot slut of a MILF simultaneously. He kicked Angie's legs further apart until her labia could clearly be seen. 

Without needing to take any practice swipes to determine the requisite force, Justin struck Angie's back, hard. She moaned into her uncle's cock as a mottled pattern appeared on her back, the beautiful young skin now shining with sweat. Justin proceeded to strike her thighs and ass, the multiple strands making an ominous hiss as they arced through the air and hit home. Angie leaned her head back and off Martin's thick dick to take a moment and adjust to the whipping. Martin looked down to see several strands of pre-cum and saliva hanging between his cock and his niece's greasy lips. After a few seconds, he decided her rest period was over. From the corner of her eye, Justine saw that Martin was now face-fucking her daughter. 

Claude told Justin to switch from his sister to his mother. The teenager, flushed and sweating, pivoted on one foot, roughly shoved Justine's knees wider and began striking his shameless mother in the same order: back, thighs and ass. Every time his slut mother tried to diddle her clit, he'd flog it. Claude took out his short but extremely thick cock, the widest that any of them had ever seen. His daughter had had plenty of practice sucking the stubby rod, for her thick lips and wide mouth easily took in the chubby member. Mother and daughter, both in considerable pain from Justin's expert flogging and their assorted clamps, nonetheless gave expert blowjobs, clearly loving to suck cock and swallow cum. 

Martin's dick was also wide in girth and short in length, but not so extreme as his father's. Martin soon pulled his niece's sore, saliva-drenched mouth off him. She jacked him several times till he erupted onto her young face, spurting long, thick shots. When Claude saw his granddaughter's face and big-titted chest dripping rivulets of cum, he ordered his daughter into position. Justine scrambled onto her back, her long legs sprawled widely on the arms of the chair, holding her mouth wide open and pulling her dark outer labia out and away from her pussy, exposing the lurid wet redness inside. 

Her father spewed a long series of shots onto Justine's face, far more than the quantity typical of a horny teenager, let alone a man well into his 50s. Then Claude pointed his thick cock downward and aimed for Justine's slit, long bursts splashing inside her inner labia and quickly overflowing up to her belly and down her perineum to her dark bud. The moment that Claude finished erupting, he grabbed a black dildo and shoved it through Justine's waiting pool of fresh hot cum and into her cunt. The black invader forced most of Claude's thick spunk into Justine's cunt and she came immediately, her first climax of the day. 

So much cum had flowed down to her dusky anus that Claude yelled at her to spread her ass cheeks. Dazed from her climax but well-trained, she opened her puckered ring. Claude pulled the dildo out of her sucking cunt and rammed it into her ass. Justine shook and rolled in a second orgasm, her long legs kicking and jerking on the chair arms while streams of Martin's spunk ran off Angie's face onto her heaving, chained tits. 

Justin, resentful about always taking a backseat to his uncle and grandfather, immediately began a furious whipping of his mother's tits, belly and cunt. This depraved assault by her son, in front of all her family, had been what she'd truly craved. Quickly, Justine screamed in orgasm from her son's flogging. 

The boy looked at his grandfather pleadingly and Claude nodded his head. Justin dropped the flogger, undid his pants, and shoved his big prick into his mother's cunt, feeling the fat dildo embedded in her ass. Justine cried out at this latest shame but quickly got off as her son expertly fucked her, one of his hands abusing her turgid, cum-covered clit while her father leaned over, manhandling her tits and abusing her nipples with one hand while he pistoned and twisted the anal dildo with his other. Soon mother and son came, the first spurts filling Justine's cunt with long loads of teen spunk, till he pulled out and did another long half dozen spurts over her mound, belly and tits. 

They all needed a few minutes to recover. "Let's have lunch," Claude grunted. He and Martin walked over to the lunch spread that had been ordered from room service, leaving the two sluts lying on the living room floor. 

A few minutes later, Justin, a hand clasped around Justine's and Angie's biceps, walked the cum-covered incest sluts over to the lunch service. The freshly fucked woman and cocksucking girl had not been permitted to clean up at all, so their appearance was debased in the extreme. Except for her dazed eyes, Justine's face was obliterated by fresh spunk that had dribbled down her neck and sweaty front. She walked haltingly, every step obviously painful and accompanied by the deep clanking sounds of the dual chains. 

Angie, who was topless, looked none the better. Although her face was slightly cleaner, her big tits and their clamps were coated with so much jism that it covered a foot of the swaying tit chains. When they saw the chairs, positioned next to each other, Justine reddened with humiliation and Angie blanched with fear. Fastened to the seats of both chairs were freshly greased double dildos, so heavily lubed that the grease was dripping down the sides. Angie had never taken one of those devices in both holes, especially not ones so large. It was no consolation that Justine's device was even longer and thicker. 

Justin positioned Angie in front of "her" chair and pushed down on her sticky shoulders, forcing the double dildo into his sister's cunt and ass. The girl shrieked as the shafts drilled into her. Justine needed no impetus. She sank down and sighed as the cocks worked their way into her dripping cunt and accepting ass, only recently plumbed by, respectively, her son's cock and the big dildo. 

This time, Martin did the honors. He applied a nasty-looking quirt to the mother's and daughter's side-by-side tits, motivating the two submissives to fuck themselves on the double dildos. The quirt slammed into their nipple clamps and chains. Justine lifted up her greasy tits, a pose that she knew excited her brother. Angie howled and began pumping like a madwoman to escape the quirt's stings as quickly as possible, her thigh muscles bulging with effort. Livid stripes grew on their sweating tits. Mother and daughter came at about the same time, slumping in their chairs from their frenzied efforts. Claude congratulated his son on doing a good job with the quirt. 

Except for Justin, the men adjourned to their bedrooms, leaving the well-used females to pull themselves off the dildos and clean up. But Justin, the youngest and most insatiable, wanted more. He pulled his mother and sister back into the living room, ordered his sister to wear an 8-inch strap-on, and told her to lie on the coffee table on her back. He also made some preparation regarding implements for the session, setting out two quirts and other items. 

Justin positioned his mother on top of her daughter and stood behind her, his cock pressing against her butthole. He pulled back on her head and poured some of his uncle's and grandfather's combined cum onto her forehead, releasing it. As soon as Justine's head returned to a normal position, the mound of thick spunk slid down her sweaty forehead onto the bridge of her nose, dripping off and dropping into her cleavage. Some of it splattered onto Angie's mons. 

Justin placed a quirt in Angie's hand. "Do her tits and nipples," he said, and pushed down on his mother's hips until Angie's big strap-on was embedded in Justine's cunt. The depraved mother groaned in ecstasy. Angie pulled her mother's heavy nipple chains and twisted and bent the nipple clamps with one hand, while she struck the sensitive undersides of Justine's heavy tits with her other hand, her mother's passion growing by the minute. 

Justin rammed his freshly lubed cock into his mother's tight asshole, feeling his sister's strap-on at work, while slapping the sides and fronts of Justine's swaying, sweating tits with the quirt in his right hand. With his other hand, he pulled, twisted, crushed and spanked her throbbing big clit. Justine was crazed with the debased excitement of being DP'd simultaneously by her son and daughter, something she'd fantasized about for months. She moaned continuously in an ecstatic haze of subspace.  

She felt herself watching the degenerate tableaux of tit, clit and nipple abuse like a fly on the wall, as her kids pumped the two big shafts into her holes unmercifully. Both of her kids called her degrading names, humiliating her as the slutty bad mother who let her own progeny fuck and abuse her. 

Every time that Justin rammed into Justine, her groin pistoned forward, affording a better angle of her mons for Justin to harshly smack her clit. As her hips shot forward, her upper torso jerked backward, pulling fiercely on the nipple chains that Angie held tautly, stretching the fat rubbery stalks to almost twice their normal length. 

When she soon came in an explosion of shrieks, Justin had to clamp his palm over Justine's big mouth. And then, pulling and bending her clamped left nipple with his right hand while squeezing and twisting her bulging clit with his left hand, he shot another prolonged load of jizz deep into her bottom, jerking frenziedly as he pounded into his slave mother. 

Once he'd unloaded, he pulled out, put his arms under his mother's armpits, and pulled her off Angie's strap-on. He manhandled Justine around 180 degrees, cum dripping from her distended asshole leaving a trail on the coffee table, until she was kneeling on the floor. Angie drifted off, the 8-inch dildo waving from her leather strap-on harness. 

Justin removed the nipples clamps, accompanied by Justine's hissing in pain, and placed a spreader bar beneath his mother's knees, stretching her thighs to the limit. He pulled her wrists behind her back and bound them together. He took a large, 4-inch long clamp, pressed her labia together, and with some difficulty opened the clamp fully. Even then it barely fit over her thick lips. She gasped. 

Her relentless son found two black bands and cinched them around the top of her thighs, where they joined her pelvis. He adjusted the leather straps so one of the D-rings in each faced directly in. Justine wondered about those. 

"First, your tits." Her domineering son picked up a pair of nipple pumps, positioned them over the bulging nubs and attached them, repeatedly pumping the button till Justine moaned loudly, her enormous nipples cruelly elongated an extra two inches. Deeply excited, she gasped as her sore, dusky nipples were obscenely stretched. 

"Now, your pussy." Justin bent over, carefully pulled one side of her clit hood, clamped the hood, pulled the chain and tied it to the metal ring in her thigh straps. In pain from this nasty discipline, Justine drooled onto her mons. Justin repeated the procedure on the other side of her clit hood. Now her big bulging clit was completely exposed and defenseless. 

"Here's the crowning touch." He held up a clear pump, the same as her nipple pumps but smaller. 

"Ohhhh," she muttered, twisting her torso and pelvis, extremely close to a cum, as he carefully pushed the transparent tube over her thick clit. He pumped and pumped till she screamed in ecstasy, her pelvis jerking and the suction tubes dancing madly on her shaking tits. 

Justin stood next to the expectant Justine, his still-hard 8-inches bobbing in front of her mouth, drops splashing onto her beaten and swollen tits. She was a lurid sight, the pumps jutting from her sweating tits and inflated clit. 

But he wasn't satisfied with her appearance. She presented plenty of marks on her back, ass, tits, belly and thighs, but they'd grown faint and needed to be freshened. Justine's excitement grew in depravity when Justin picked up two switches and used both hands to whip her sweating tits while the dutiful, degenerate mother proceeded to lave the cum, fresh from her ass chute, off her son's demanding dick, while he commenced to whip her belly, tits and thighs, laying on livid, wide weals. 




Now Serving Ch. 07



Once the demanding son's cock was clean and glistening, his mother licked her greasy lips. Then Justin gave her a transparent plastic straw and pointed behind her to the coffee table. She turned her head and was dismayed to see a trail of cum staining the coffee table. She'd never been made to suck ass cum from a straw but the novel humiliation made her shudder with debasement. The long straw forced her to suck hard, the loud, obscene sucking noises filling the room and adding to her humiliation. But she obediently sucked it all up and swallowed it all. 

Once this last task was finished, mother and son roused Angie from her stupor and the two dazed women left to return to Matt's house, where they treated their welts, sore cunts and violated assholes, and took whatever little rest they could get. An elegant, multi-course dinner was scheduled for Matt's house that night, with Janette present as well. Justine couldn't even imagine what her father, brother and son - with Matt - would inflict on her and the two schoolgirls for a depraved holiday dessert. All she knew is that it would exceed what she and Angie had already experienced. 

Although Angie quickly passed out from exhaustion, Justine was unable to nap, tossing restlessly in anticipation, unable to stop imagining herself on her knees, Janette and Justine's daughter each punishing one of her nipples while she was sucking off Matt and doing hand jobs for her brother and father, while her son fucked her ass again as he was whipping both her stretched nipples and splayed pussy with a studded tawse or quirt. 

~ ~ ~ 

That evening, everyone was assembled at Matt's house. Claude, Martin and Justin had never before met Matt's hot teen daughter, and all had boners when they saw the sub girl, whose extremely pretty face, voluptuous lips, big tits, fat nipples and short dark hair were eerily similar to an early version of their own Justine. 

Justine immediately noticed the attraction between Justin and Janette. The girl had to force herself to avert her eyes and stop glancing at handsome, sexy Justin. The men were eager to see how well Matt had trained his daughter and to compare her submissiveness, pain tolerance, cocksucking and fuckability to their own Angie. Janette was clearly aroused not by Justin alone but by all these new, hot doms in her house. She knew they were eager to start using her and wondered: Who would humiliate her most harshly? Which one would discipline her most firmly? Who had the biggest dick? Which one would fuck her most roughly? 

The men, along with Justine, her daughter Angelina and Matt's daughter Janette, had already had cocktails. The three women, all dressed in short, pleated skirts which looked like cheerleaders' skirts, were serving dinner. All wore bondage collars with red ball gags hanging at their throats, ready for use anytime. Long leashes dangled from the collars. Underneath their thin, tight blouses, all three suffered clamped nipples, with chains stretching upward to metal rings in their leather collars. All had their labia clamped closed, with an additional clamp on their clit hoods. So each was greatly aroused and craving release. 

There were also differences between the girls: Janette sported a leather head harness. Angie walked stiffly, her mouth, tits, pussy and ass still sore from the degrading and harsh scene that afternoon with her perv family. Her pussy leaked at the thought of what more abuse they would inflict on her this evening. 

Janette, who had been excluded from the afternoon party, now loved the attention that the men were showering on her. Her father, Matt, was pleased that Justine's father, Claude, had complimented Matt on Matt's house and hospitality. Claude expressed gratitude that his granddaughter, Angie, was well cared for in Matt's household and had such a good close friend in Janette. Claude was also appreciative that Justine was Matt's submissive, so that Matt could look after both her and Angelina. 

As the ladies served, the men freely stroked the women's buttocks, thighs and tits. Occasionally they'd stick a hand under a skirt and play with the pussy and clit clamps, or yank on a nipple chain. Justin kept Janette at his side during most of this, simply stroking her thighs, pulling her nipple chains or toying with her clit and labial clamps. The men saw how strongly the gorgeous teen sub and the sexy teen dom were attracted to each other, and how well they were matched physically, like male and female halves of the same person. 

Neither Claude nor Martin, and especially not Justin, was willing to wait for the others to use Janette. So as soon as the dishes for the main course were cleared, Claude lay down on the coffee table on his back, his legs astride a corner, while Matt positioned Janette at the same corner. Angie stripped off her friend's blouse and pulled on her leash, forcing Janette down on top of Claude, while Justine bound Angie's wrists to the table legs. Angie lubed Martin's broad cock. Janette pushed her cunt onto Claude's fat dick, growling with pleasure at the thick member. Martin pushed his slick dick into the girl's asshole. Her mouth opened wide at the girth of the cock pushing into her ass, so Justin stuck his cock into her gaping mouth. 

The three men pistoned into the nubile teen while her father flogged her back. But Matt striping her back wasn't enough for Martin, who grabbed the straps at the rear of her head harness and pulled enough for her tits and clamped nipples to be exposed for flogging, but not so far as to interrupt the girl's industrious cocksucking. Matt started in on his daughter's tits, making sure to stripe all four sides of the sweating 35Cs, the flogger repeatedly crashing into her nipple chains, brutally yanking the already stretched nubs. 

Janette reveled in sucking this hot boy's (Justin's) big gorgeous cock and welcomed the hard fucking too. She quickly came, scissoring her groin back and forth on the cocks DPing her. Then Claude and Martin came, father and son bellowing while Justin spurted into the slut girl's willing mouth. After the men pulled their dicks out of the supine teenager, they left her sprawled on the table, drinking vodka as they watched their loads spew out of her wide-open cunt and dark rear ring. 

Justin was crazy about his sister's BFF, Janette, especially since she had blown his cock so superbly, second in talent to only one other woman—his mother. And Janette seemed equally turned on by the handsome Justin, with his confident attitude, domineering energy and slightly cruel edge. 

Justin had a whispered conference with Claude and Matt, asking his grandfather and the girl's father for permission to use Janette privately. When the older men, who were well aware of the teens' mutual attraction, were satisfied with the parameters for discipline, such as no permanent marks or water sports, they agreed, knowing that refusing permission would only make the two teens more desirous. 

Justin led the smitten Janette into a bedroom and shut the door. Soon, Claude and Matt could hear a lengthy session of loud whipping, caning or flogging from behind the bedroom doors, accompanied by well-muffled cries of pain. Neither Justin nor Janette emerged for the remainder of the evening. 

Claude decided that, considering how roughly they'd used Angie that afternoon, they'd go lightly on the girl this evening. So instead of his granddaughter sucking more cock or again being forcefully fucked, he ordered her to use a switch on Justine while they all fucked Angie's mother. 

~ ~ ~ 

A week later, Justine was dangling, her arms suspended from a beam in Matt's living room. The pain of a major caning had become too much even for her, and in an agony of humiliation, she had haltingly confessed a longtime shameful fantasy to Matt. 

"Hmmm," he thought, pondering such a scene with her, her brother and son - although not with her father. But it was too hard to choreograph, since he wanted to shoot the scene in his first dual-camera video recording, with him directing the shots and Janette and Angie as camerapersons. 

He'd already trained the girls in several short, simpler scenes with Justine. He considered the commercial potential of such a video, not only because Justine was so hot, but also because she was extremely photogenic. And no matter how deeply she was into a scene, she remained aware of the camera, treating it like another participant. Plus, her brother and son looked so similar to her, they were clearly closely related, like male versions of her. 

He looked at his cringing sub, her head hanging with shame from her lurid desires. Justine looked at him, a mix of surprise, fear and lust in her large hazel eyes. 

"I'll think about it," he told her. 

She perked up immediately. "Thank you Master." He undid the cords to her wrist binds and she sank gratefully onto her knees. Excited about the scene with her brother and son, and intent on showing her appreciation to Matt, she bent forward, rested her forehead on the carpet and spread her asscheeks, livid with cane marks. "Would you like to fuck my ass now?" she offered. 

Next: Justine and Angie confirm college admission by submitting to the Dean's sadistic lust.



Now Serving Ch. 08



This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don't like the juxtaposition. There's plenty of both, so please don't read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres. All characters are of legal age.

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A few months later, Janette and her best friend and submissive protégé, Angelina or Angie, had become so close that they visited colleges and universities together and even applied to mostly the same institutions. Janette received early acceptance from Masters College, hardly surprising due to her excellent grades, extracurricular activities, and the fact that her father, Matt, was an alumnus and generous contributor.

However, Angie's grades and other activities were not as good, and her mother, Justine, had applied for a full scholarship, so Angie's admission was questionable. Without Justine's knowledge, Matt had made a sizable, extra donation to the school, while mentioning to the head of the Financial Office that his daughter's best friend was another applicant.

A month later he spoke with the Dean of Admissions and requested that he personally interview mother and daughter before making a decision. Matt, who'd made discreet inquiries about the Dean's personal proclivities, informed the Dean of intimate details about this very special pair, sent a number of revealing photos and videos of bondage and submission, and recommended a private interview at the end of the workday.

So at 4:30 pm on a Friday, the pair, carefully dressed, arrived at the Dean's luxurious office. Justine was impressed by the gorgeous campus: its handsome buildings, rolling lawns and quads, magnificent trees, state-of-the-art facilities and luxurious amenities. The Dean was excited by seeing the two hot beauties in the flesh. Justine looked like she was in her late twenties, as if she was an older sister of Angie. Both exuded sensuality like no mother-daughter pair he'd ever met.

He'd set the thermostat at 80º, so Justine and Angie, with their tight, short-waisted jackets over wispy tight blouses, were uncomfortably hot. Unconsciously, they both sat in their chairs with their legs spread wide, their ankles and heels resting outside the chair legs.

"Let's have a drink," he began. "What would you like?"

"I'd like a vodka on the rocks, please, and Angie will have a white wine," Justine said.

"Good. A vodka for me as well. Angie, would you make them for us?" This was his first test of the girl's obedience.

"Of course, sir," the young beauty said, smiling and walking over to the small bar that rested above a mini refrigerator.

While she fixed the drinks, the Dean asked Justine, "I assume you're pleased with what you've seen here at Masters?"

"Oh of course," Justine said enthusiastically. "The school is wonderful. And thank you for seeing us. You must be so busy."

"I'm happy to do so for an alumnus as thoughtful and. . . talented as your friend, Matt." Angie served the drinks. The Dean noticed that she'd made triples for him and her mother. They drank. "You probably know that admission here is practically a guarantee of later success in life, whether a graduate's path is in business, education, science, medicine, government -- whatever. The issue is that Angie's application is. . . borderline, so the purpose of this interview is to get to know you both more. . . personally."

They all drank. "Angie, your grades are good but not terrific. And I know that last year, you and your mother moved to Matt's city and you attended a new school, which is all very disruptive. Are you. . . physically active at all?"

Angie finished her glass. "Yes, Dean, I wasn't on the soccer, softball or volleyball teams this past year because I was studying so hard, but I'm fit. I work out 5--6 days a week, like Mom. Matt has an incredible exercise room at his house."

"Hmmm," he pondered. "Why don't you refresh your wine?" He watched as the leggy beauty walked to the bar and turned his attention to the perspiring mother. "Justine, you look uncomfortable. Why don't you take off your jacket?"

She looked at him for several seconds, recalling the previous night, when Matt had given her strict instructions: she and Angie were to cooperate fully with the Dean. Justine had objected, whereupon he'd slapped her tits, spanked her pussy and given her a serious whipping. When he had finished with her, she was kneeling, her body hanging limply from an overhead cord wrapped around her wrists, her pussy lips and tits swollen and dense with fresh, livid marks. "Don't you understand that your daughter's future rests on this one interview?" Matt asked. "Do you understand?" She nodded and he roughly face-fucked the semi-conscious sub mother.

Remembering Matt's warning, Justine slowly unbuttoned and removed her blouse for the Dean. "Just as I thought," the Dean said to himself. The slut wore a sheer, tight white blouse, clearly revealing her big tits and dark, thick nipples straining against the damp fabric. Excited and ashamed about her excitement, Justine took a big swallow of her vodka.

Angie slowly walked to her chair, sipping her second glass of chilled white wine. "No need to sit," the Dean said. "Turn around and raise your skirt so I can see how fit you are."

Angie set her glass down on his desk and swiveled so her back was facing him, extending her legs widely. Gradually, she raised her skirt, exposing firm thighs encased in powder blue stockings. Without prompting, she raised the material till her lacy stocking tops showed, then the bare, smooth, tanned young skin above them, and finally her ass, only partially covered in tight lacy boyshorts. "And the front?" he said.

Angie turned in place, but without lowering her skirt, till she faced him, the skirt rucked at her waist. The lace covering the tight boyshorts ended around her slit, clearly showing her thick heavy labia and the shaved skin around them. "Yes you look fit -- and lovely," the Dean said approvingly, his cock twitching. You can lower your skirt and go wait in the anteroom till I call you."

"Yes, Sir," she said and left, shutting the door behind her.

~ ~ ~

The Dean turned to Justine. "Another of our traditions here is that the mother of a girl on full scholarship participates in various school activities. For example, during Parents' Weekend, she assists me by being my companion and host: making parents feel welcome, involving them in conversation, etc. For example, there's the Friday evening cocktail party and dinner, then the big game on Saturday afternoon, etc."

"I'd be happy to help. . . in any way that pleases you," Justine said.

"Good. I think you'd be wonderful. And it helps that you're a teacher yourself. There are also two, how shall I say. . . private events. After the Friday dinner, the senior, executive administration gathers for late night brandies and planning." Justine looked at him, perplexed. "The group consists of our president, the board chairman, the dean and myself. Just four of us."

"And my duties would be?"

"Service. . . That is, you would serve drinks like brandy and port. And," he added slowly, "make the men. . . comfortable." His words were fraught with obvious meaning. There was a long silence. "Do you think you could. . . handle that?"

Justine looked back at him, in shock at this brazen proposition. She closed her eyes, reeling dizzily with humiliation, envisioning what the scene might be like. She'd frequently serviced three at a time: her father, brother and uncle, and recently, once Justin was eighteen, her father, brother and him. Very recently she'd been ordered to submit to four and then five: her four family members plus Matt. She could only remember parts of that scene, giving hand jobs to two of them, cocksucking the third while she was DP'd up her ass and in her cunt. But this "private event" gathering would mostly be total strangers. Her eyes downcast to hide her lurid excitement, she asked, "What do they like?"

"Oh, no worries on that account. They have the same tastes as you and I do. And they are generous. . . ."

"How do you mean?"

"If you please them -- and I have absolutely no doubt that you will -- they tend to express their appreciation in terms of clothes, vacation trips and special opportunities for the hostess's student child. Special funding, trips, opportunities, connections and so on."

She said agreeably, "I'll do my best, Dean. You said there are two events?"

"Yes. Late on Saturday night, there's a similar meeting, by exclusive invitation, with the year's four largest donors, men who have contributed a million dollars or more, sometimes much more. These are powerful, demanding men, who are sued to getting what they want."

"And my responsibilities would be?"

"The same. The difference is that these men tend to be much more generous than the academic group, since the donors are all extremely wealthy. Jewelry, designer couture, first-class round-trip plane tickets to 5-star hotels and resorts. . . ."

"That sounds exciting. Besides serving them drinks, will they expect. . . anything different than the Friday night group?"

"Hmmm. For example, have you ever worn a serving tray?"

Justine was confused. "Umm, I've been a waitress and know how to handle a tray."

He laughed. "No, this is a special wood tray. One side is slightly curved and rests against the abdomen. Leather straps extend from each corner that rests against the belly and the straps tie in the back at the waistline. Along the front edge of the tray are three chains. The middle one is attached to a neck collar. The two chains at the outside tray corners end in clamps that connect to the server's nipples."

"Oh my God," she whispered, imagining the nipple pain. "What's on the tray?"

"Snifters, wine glasses, highballs filled with their drinks."

"That sounds like it could be quite painful," she said, picturing her big nipples brutally stretched while the men ogled her torment.

"Well, the tray is small, but yes, it requires a submissive with a high tolerance to pain." The Dean imagined the sight of Justine's long nipples permanently stretched another half-inch. Nervously, she squirmed in her chair. He snapped back from his reverie. "Of course, the more pain you're willing to bear, the more generous they like to be."

"I'll do my best," she said ingratiatingly.

"That's the spirit. I think we'll do some experiments today. I have a couple of ideas that will put your training to the test."

"Wha--what will you do?"

"Oh, that would spoil the fun. Let's just say that the first involves suction and the second uses heat." Justine guessed that he'd suck hard on her nipples for the first and drip hot wax for the second. She would soon learn -- the hard way -- how utterly wrong she was.

~ ~ ~

He opened the door. "Angie, please come in." When the girl entered, he added, "Take off your daughter's jacket." Justine finished her stiff cocktail, stood behind Angie, unbuttoned the girl's jacket and pulled it off. He observed that the girl's tits might be slightly smaller than her mother's, but the nipples looked as dark and as oversized. Without being asked, Justine undid the skirt and it dropped to the floor.

"Would you like to see her flat stomach and good biceps?" Justine prompted, practically pimping her nubile daughter.

"Yes." Justine undid the blouse and the Dean saw the cooperative student's superb tits encased in a matching, powder blue, tight balconette bra, which had no lace around the large, charcoal gray areola and even darker nipples. Still standing behind her daughter, Justine fastened her hands around the girl's wrists and slowly pulled them behind her back and crossed her hands in the rear till the girl uttered "Ohhh!" from the strain, her tits thrusting outward, the fat nipple stalks straining against the light fabric.

Justine spoke into her submissive daughter's ear. "Why don't you show the Dean some of the skills you've been learning and practicing?" Justine picked up two thick pillows and placed them on the floor between the nubile slut and the college official. She pushed on the girl's bare shoulders till Angie was kneeling. The Dean rolled his chair over to the girl. She undid his belt and zipper and pulled out his thick, 7-inch cock.

Angie first began licking the crown, then his balls and finally the entire shaft, slurping noisily and enthusiastically enjoying the cocksucking. This was an expert blowjob. "Strip," he said to Justine between his groans of pleasure. Justine watched her daughter's cocksucking while peeling off her own damp blouse and skirt. This was the best b-job he'd ever had, and from an 18-year-old. When he saw Justine clad in her matching charcoal gray lingerie ensemble, the Dean became even harder and bigger in the teen's mouth.

The two women looked almost alike, but there were clear differences. Instead of a balconette bra, Justine's bigger and heavier tits rested on a shelf bra, the nipples half visible, the lower half constantly rubbing against the edge of the fabric, keeping them continually engorged. Unlike most big nipples, hers were considerably thicker than a pencil, easily the width of a Sharpie marking pen.

"You really must be a slut to wear a bra like that," he said. "Have your nipples been stretched to their current size?"

This is how big they've always been," she said shamefacedly, embarrassed about her massive nipples.

She wasn't wearing boyshorts; she wore bikini panties. But that wasn't all. Unlike her daughter's fine, satiny, unblemished skin, the mother's normally satin skin was covered with dozens of marks. Weals heavily marked her naked tits. The stripes began above her knees and grew wider and closer together on her upper and inner thighs. The Dean wondered if Matt also pussy-whipped her; probably so. Similarly, the welts on her belly grew more livid and frequent as they descended to her shaved mons.

Concerned about satisfying the Dean as much as possible, the debauched mother placed her hands on both sides of her daughter's glossy black hair and began rhythmically forcing the girl's head down on the Dean's prick. He was amazed. The last thought he had before cumming was that a mother was forcing her own daughter to face-fuck him. Since this was the best blowjob he'd ever had, he erupted into the stunning girl's eager mouth, shooting a dozen lengthy spurts.

Once the Dean had come down, he saw that Angie was flailing her hands, her cheeks bulging obscenely with his load, like a squirrel fully stocked for a long winter. She couldn't contain it. A long thin stream of cum escaped from the center of her mouth, flowed over her chin and fell to the floor. Here was the hottest high school senior ever, kneeling in front of his dangling dick, and she'd been trained not to swallow without permission. She mewled in panic, desperate for his decision, fearing she'd be punished if any more escaped or if she swallowed. Justine leaned down and slowly licked the jizz off her daughter's chin.

As he stared, more of his cum escaped from the corners of Angie's mouth and began flowing down her cheeks and splashing onto her tits. The girl became even more alarmed. He looked around for a receptacle, saw his empty cocktail glass and shoved it in front of the panicked girl's face. She dumped his hot jizz into the glass, which immediately filled to the brim. But she still held more. He set the glass down on the desk, grabbed Justine's empty glass and Angie gratefully filled it as well, reaching up from the floor to set it back on the desk.

She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "You may swallow the rest," he permitted. Gratefully, Angie swallowed several times, relishing the taste of the sweet heavy spunk, only slightly salty, leaving the residue on her thick lips, as she'd been taught. "That was excellent."

"Thank you, Sir," she smiled, multiple strands of cum stretching between her thick lips when she spoke. She swallowed the rest of her wine. He turned his attention to the mother, who'd been mashing her tits, pulling her nipples and fingering her slit, her lips coated with the spunk she'd licked from Angie's face. The gusset of Justine's panties was soaked. Was she as submissive as the girl? he wondered. She was standing in front of the desk, breathing heavily, her big gray eyes lidded. He realized that the two vodka glasses, situated on the edge of the desk where she was standing, were the same distance apart as her tits.

"Angie, take off your mother's bra." The girl happily complied, revealing fresh lurid marks on the underside of Justine's tits. "Did Matt whip your tits recently?"

Justine nodded, flooding with shame. "Last night, in honor of this interview with you. He knows you like to see. . . markings."

"I see."

"Angie, go stand behind your mother. Now hold her wrists firmly behind her." Justine shook her head, humiliated yet aroused by the degrading scene that was about to happen. Angie, furious with her mother for pushing and forcing her into face-fucking the Dean, roughly yanked Justine's wrists behind her back. "Ohhh!" Justine cried out from her daughter's harshness, although her pussy flooded at the humiliation of being manhandled by her daughter in front of this demanding Dom.

First the Dean applied two metal mini-clamps to Justine's jutting nipples, so the tiny clamps were sticking straight out horizontally, in line with the nipple stalks. He tightened the tiny screws until the jaws compressed into the bulging nipple tips. Justine whipped her head back and forth, exhaling in short bursts as she adjusted to the pain, excited beyond belief to be treated this way, on campus in an office with a total stranger and her forceful daughter.

Then the Dean took a clear nipple pump tube and carefully slid it over a clamped and tortured nipple till the shaft was embedded in a massive charcoal areola almost twice the size of a half dollar. The two women stared, stupefied by the bizarre sight they'd never experienced, Justine on the verge of coming from the nipple torture.

The Dean began pumping as the woman and girl stared in fascination. First the areola was drawn into the clear casing, distorting and elongating. Then the clamped nipple, already almost an inch long, was relentlessly pulled inside and pumped till it was an astonishing 1 ½ inches in length. Close to cumming, Justine's legs begin scissoring. To support her mother, Angie placed her arms under Justine's armpits, her thigh wedged between her mother's legs, saturated by her slutty mother's wetness, leaning the slut back on her daughter's heaving, sweat-soaked chest.

The Dean meticulously repeated the operation on Justine's other nipple and the perverted pain-slut mother came to the brink, grunting loudly as her shoulder blades ground into her daughter's stiff nipples. Angie sank down into the chair, her knee forcing the slut mother's legs further apart till the wet labia spread open. The Dean ogled the sight of Justine sprawled on Angie, the whip marks on the mother's recently whipped tits and belly moving with her heaving breath.

He plunged three fingers between the heavy wet labia and up her cunt, grinding his thumb against the big fat clit. Justine was cumming, bucking like a wild horse in her daughter's controlling arms. Now that her engorged clit had swollen enough for him, he added another of the tiny clamps to her clit hood, placed a small pump over her clit and hood, and gloated as the clamp and long thick flesh were pulled up the tube and distorted till the clit was an inch long. This time the pain slut yelled, cumming wildly and completely out of control, bouncing so frenziedly on Angie's lap that the Dean was surprised she didn't fall onto the floor.

The Dean stripped off his clothes. "Keep holding her," he said to Angie, who tightened her grip on her sweating, delirious mother. The Dean placed a small footstool in front of the chair and between the women's legs. He pushed his cock between Justine's meaty labia, sank it all the way in till the plastic clit pump was bent to the side by his groin, and fucked her hard. The nipple pumps flopped wildly around, bending and twisting the distorted nipples. Justine screamed in ecstasy, swinging around so wildly that it was a struggle for Angie to keep Justine, now crazed with white-hot cumming, lying on top of her.




Now Serving Ch. 08



The Dean pulled out and, aiming carefully, shot a protracted cum jet up Justine's right side, all the way from her clamped clit to her jet black hair, big fat gobs splashing heavily onto her nose and nipple pump. He leaned over and fired a second shot up her left side, drenching her chin, whipped tit and striped belly. He let loose several more discharges, splattering the rest of her face and torso.

Justine slumped on her daughter. The Dean stood and took a half dozen photos of the sprawled slut, the three pumps rising from a sea of lumpy jism. Setting down the camera, he took the two glasses into the mini-kitchen adjacent to his outer office. When he returned, the glasses filled the office with the unmistakable tang of hot spunk. He returned them to their previous spots near the edge of the desk and removed all three pumps from the sprawling Justine's nipples and clit. Justine moaned in torment as her nipples and clit were partially released, the mini-clamps remaining.

But the Dean wasn't finished. He slapped Justine's clamped and cum-soaked tits and swiped her greasy clit to rouse her from her stupor. Then he picked her up off Angie's body and positioned the dazed mother in front of the desk, supporting the slack slut under her armpits. Angie scrambled to her feet. Cum dripped from Justine's nose, chin, tits and cunt lips. "Push down," he told the girl.

Angie placed her hand on her mother's spine and pushed firmly. The young mother's torso began tilting forward from the waist, the tits appearing to grow as they hung forward. The Dean slightly adjusted the positions of the glasses and relished the site of the excited fat nipple stalks, now inches from the rims of the glasses, still grossly stretched and swollen in the aftermath of the sadistic pumps. When the hard dark nipples and shiny clamps broke the thick surface, Justine gasped at the searing temperature, trying to break free from Angie's hold.

The Dean called "Stop!" to Angie and waited a few seconds while Justine writhed from the intense heat of the gunk enveloping her maltreated nips.

"Now the rest," he told Angie. "Keep pushing!" Angie forced Justine down further and the charcoal tit flesh completely sank into the off-white gunk, the 34Cs forcing the thick heated cum to spill over the glasses' rims and drip down onto the desktop, gobs falling to the surface and splashing the residue onto her bent belly and slim thighs. Justine yelled in another cum, knocking and jerking against her daughter.

"That's enough, Angie." Reluctantly, the girl let go of her mother and Justine jerked upright, her tits escaping from the heated spunk. She stood shakily, relying on Angie to support her, steaming semen flowing off the sub mother's reddened tit flesh. The Dean photographed her. Move those pillows so they're in front of your chair. Justine, kneel on them and face the chair, hands clasped behind you. Angie, sit there." The women moved into position, mother kneeling humiliatingly in front of daughter.

He grabbed Justine's short lustrous hair and pulled till she was leaning back, her head resting on the edge of the desk. "Angie, lick the cum off her tits and swallow it." Still mad at her mother, Angie leaned forward and clasped both hands around the base of Justine's sore right tit, squeezing it tightly so the hot flesh bulged out and Justine moaned. The Dean's hot spunk had cooled down till it no longer burned, so the teen licked it off the big tit, relentlessly maintaining pressure on it, roughly scraping her tongue across the obscenely jutting, ravaged nipple, still trapped by the small but wicked clamp.

Once the girl had noisily slurped up all the slimy cum from the right tit, Angie smiled at the Dean, jism dotting her nose and lips and dripping off her chin. She released her hands from the base of the swollen breast and took an even harsher grip on the other tit, sucking up the splurge. The Dean thought the mother was even more submissive than the daughter, which would make for interesting future scenarios.

When Angie finished, she looked at him for his next command. "Well done, Angie." She let go of the left tit, shiny with its fresh coating of saliva, red blotches surrounding the base where she'd pressed the flesh. He removed the fierce clamps from her nipples and clit hood.

The Dean sat. Justine had been intensively trained since she was a teen, so despite the pain and without being told, she summoned enough energy to clean his cock. He realized that she was using a version of the phenomenal cocksucking technique her slut daughter used -- or rather the other way around. The slut mother must have trained her sub daughter in the art of giving head. But Justine, a natural and very experienced cocksucker, was even better than her daughter.

When Justine finished, he said, "There's a small washroom where you can both clean up and get dressed. Angie, help your mother. Towels are in there." He poured himself a brandy. After several minutes, they emerged. Justine was suffering from her skirt and sweaty, tight blouse rubbing against last night's welts. Underneath she was nude, the prospect of her tight panties and bra impinging on her clit and nipples too much to bear.

"I'm pleased with you both. And I'm happy to welcome both of you to our Masters College family."

"Thank you," Justine whispered hoarsely, still stunned by the past scene, but happy for her daughter's future. The Dean noted her dazed affect. Little did he guess that she was already imagining her next scene with him and the other school officials, nude except for a collar and the bondage tray, vicious clamps embedded in her fat bulging nipples, heavy highballs and snifters cruelly pulling them downward. Would they clamp and weight her cunt lips so they bulged down as much as her nipples? She wondered whether they'd make her lick their combined cum off the tray.

"Thank you, sir!" Angie said excitedly. "I promise I'll work hard and. . . ."

"I know you will," the Dean laughed lewdly. The interview was over.

Next: Angie provokes a punishment; Justine and Angie move in with Matt and Janette.



Now Serving Ch. 09



This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don't like the juxtaposition. There's plenty of both, so please don't read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres. All characters are of legal age.



The next day, Angie was like a different person. For the first time, she left her bed unmade and her clothes strewn around the bedroom that the girls shared. She was a no-show after school, when Janette and she had always met to go home. She didn't answer when Janette texted her phone.

Dinner was usually around 6:30 pm, but Angie didn't appear for that either, as had been scheduled. Nor did she respond to Matt's texting and calling. First annoyed and then concerned, he and Janette were finishing dinner, after which he was planning to call Justine, when Angie sauntered in and sat down without a word of explanation or apology, pouring herself a hefty glass of wine and drinking greedily. She was wearing a slutty outfit: a skintight halter top and shorts. Her face was sullen and pouty, buried under way too much makeup. Her hair and makeup were disheveled. She looked like a low-class tramp.

Janette said exasperatedly, "What happened? Are you okay? Where have you been?"

Angie took her sweet time answering. "Nothing. I went to the mall."

"Why didn't you answer my texts and calls – or Daddy's?"

Angie shrugged nonchalantly. "Didn't feel like it."

"Do you want some dinner?" Matt asked. She ignored him.

"Who did you go to the mall with?" Janette asked.

"Those two guys you don't like."

"Oh my God! Mike and Frank?" Janette was upset. "Daddy, those two are sleazy lowlifes! Angie, how could you?" Angie ignored Janette's question.

"Did you do anything with them?"

"None of your business," Angie said, rudely and dismissively.

"That may be true, but it's my business," Matt said. "I know those boys and I don't want either of you two around them. Did you go down on those jerks?"

"Gross!" Janette muttered, thinking about the two obnoxious boys.

Angie drank more wine, ignoring Matt's question. "I asked you if you gave head to these guys?" he repeated.

"And what if I did?" she asked, staring insolently and directly challenging his authority. "What are you gonna do about it?" she sneered.

Matt watched, realizing full well that Angie was doing everything in her power to be punished. Well, she'd done a superb job and he'd be pleased to accommodate her. He watched her face closely when he said, "That's enough. You've earned yourself a well-deserved punishment. Janette, take Angie into the living room and prepare her for discipline on the ottoman." Angie tried to hide it, but he could see the sudden excitement in her eyes.

Pleased with her dad's decision, Janette stood, roughly dragged Angie to her feet, pulled her friend's arms behind her back, and marched her BFF into the living room. Matt cleared the dishes and prepared an after-dinner drink for himself. When he entered the living room five minutes later, Janette had stripped off Angie's halter, shorts, bra and panties. The young senior was kneeling nude on the oversized, black leather ottoman, her wrists bound behind her, her knees opened by a spreader bar and tied to the feet of the ottoman, wearing a slave collar.

Janette had been busy. Laid out on the coffee table within her view were an anal dildo, a vibe, five clamps, chains, weights, several velcro strips of varying lengths and widths, a ball gag, a penis gag, a quirt, a tawse, a crop and two floggers.

Angie, clearly excited, looked gorgeous, even with her wild hair and heavy make-up. Her willful, obnoxious attitude was gone.

Matt spooled a black cord around the beam above her, attached the cord to a D-ring in the rear of her collar, and pulled till the bad girl's head and torso were raised up and above the ottoman, her luscious tits hanging free. Matt looked at Janette. "Use the ball gag and then clamp her tits." While his daughter fastened the gag and its straps, he cinched wide velcro straps around the base of the teen slut's big breasts. Angie swooned. She wasn't sharing his attention with Janette. Finally, she was the main deal. When Janette added nipple clamps and Matt worked the modestly sized and well lubed anal dildo into her exquisite anal ring, Angie gurgled into her mouth gag.

"Let's warm her up. Start with the flogger on her ass – and don't hold back." Eagerly, Janette lit into her friend's beautiful ass as Matt applied the second flogger to Angie's tits, avoiding her aureoles and nipples, and mons. Once the bound teen's ass and tits were a livid red, her sleek skin glistening with perspiration, her arousal rising, Matt said, "Now switch to the quirt and work your way from her ass down."

Janette was even more enthusiastic with permission to strike Angie's slit. As she smacked the quirt into Angie's ass cheeks, Matt whacked the girl's reddened tits with the crop. Angie was almost hyperventilating with excitement. When Matt's daughter reached Angie's pussy lips, already opened by the spreader bar between her knees, he focused on the large aureola and prominent nipples. The moment Matt slapped her clit with the crop in his right hand while walloping her nipples with the taws in his left hand, Angie reached a shattering cum.

Father and daughter stopped. Matt stood behind the girl, dropped trou, and shoved his dick between the swollen labia. As soon his cock was embedded, Angie came again, her hot ass bucking underneath him, yelling obscenities that neither Matt nor Angie had ever heard her utter. While Matt pumped away at a steady pace, Janette alternately slapped and licked the teen's tits as she fingered the girl's clit. Angie had her third great cum, Matt deposited his load inside her, and the scene was finished.

Once Matt pulled out, he wiped his cock on Angie's ass, held up her lolling head and asked, "Are you ever going to do that again? Not respond to our texts and calls and worry us? Dress like a whore in public? Give head to two teen creeps? Walk in late for dinner?"

When Angie took a long moment to respond, Matt understood that he'd asked the wrong series of questions. "You're a hot sub and a fine fuck. But let me put it this way: if you pull any of this stuff again, you won't be permitted to stay here for a month. You'll be grounded at your mother's apartment, and won't be permitted to cum at all. Got it?"

Angie nodded. Her strategy had worked well – at least this once. Matt detached the cord from her collar and she slumped forward, her abused tits crashing into the ottoman. As Matt and Janette saw his thick jizz dribbling out of her cunt lips, they could also see the dreamy smile on her sweat-drenched face.

~ ~ ~

Two weeks later, Janette and Angie were sitting properly in the living room, waiting for Matt and Justine, a bottle of expensive champagne in a bucket on the coffee table. The week before, he'd told them that Justine and Angie would be moving in with them full-time. The girls were delighted for a variety of reasons. Matt explained that it would take a while to work out the kinks, but he was confident that the new arrangement would be great for them all. The girls asked a few questions and the session was over much earlier and easier than Matt had anticipated.

Now, Matt and Justine walked in, smiling. She was wearing a tall, black slave collar, the supple leather at least four inches high, with D-rings on all four sides. The four of them had a discussion that went well, so Matt opened the bottle, poured full glasses, and they toasted to the new plan. Justine was to move in that weekend. The delicious champagne quickly affected the girls and Justine; all three were flushed and high. The air was charged with desire.

Matt started the scene he'd planned. He told Justine to kneel on the large ottoman. She had no idea of the upcoming scenario. "Get up and take off your tops and skirts," he said to the girls. Once they were standing in their demi bras and barely there boyshorts, he said, "Come over and kiss Justine as a token of welcoming her into the household."

The girls rose from the sofa and stood above the MILF. Angie bent over and kissed her mother on the lips while Janette unbuttoned the sub's sheer blouse and pulled it off her shoulders and down her arms. Without being aware of what she was doing, the horny teen grabbed the short hair at the rear of her mother's head and pulled back, so Justine's face was turned up even more, along with her throat and upper chest, in a more exposed and vulnerable posture.

Justine was in a dazed state, having never imagined that this official welcoming into the household would turn into a ritual of hurting (and pleasuring) her.

Angie thrust her tongue into Justine's mouth, which the kneeling sub mother dutifully accepted. Janette lifted the slut mother's tits off her shelf bra and, while kneading the breast flesh, licked the throbbing nipples.

Matt ordered his daughter to remove his girlfriend's skirt. Justine wasn't wearing panties, just thigh-highs. Janette spread the hot woman's thighs very wide and turned to Matt for the next step. "Have you ever heard of nipple whipping?"

Janette shook her head, her mouth slightly agape at the question. "It's quite stimulating," Matt added, "especially with nipples like Justine's. They're not only begging to be clamped and chained, they're also crying out for stretching and whipping. Go get the small pointer and the nipple stretcher."

While Janette ran to retrieve the 12-inch pointer, used in overhead presentations, and a standard hanger with two sliding clamps for hanging a skirt, Matt wound a long black strip tightly around the household sub's tits, eliciting multiple grunts from Justine. When Janette had returned with the two items, Matt explained. "Binding her tits not only makes the nipples swell and be a bigger target, the binding also stabilizes her tit flesh, so they don't jiggle so much."

He had modified the hanger so it was attached to a rod that extended out from a sub's solar plexus. He pulled and twisted on Justine's thick nipples, attached a hanger clamp to each, and pulled the hanger along the rod so the hanger moved further away from Justine's chest. She hissed in pain as her abused nipples enlarged by 1 ½ inches.

"Now watch." Aiming carefully, Matt sliced the tip of the pointer into the first elongated nipple stalk. "Thwack!" The pointer sliced into the midpoint of the nipple, the thick rubbery flesh absorbing the harsh impact, pulling the bulbous nub at the end away from the metal claws of the clamp. Justine emitted a long groan.

Matt struck again and again, varying the placement so the pointer struck the sides and bottom of the nipple, before starting in on the other modified nipple.

"Kneel on the floor," he said to Justine. Gingerly, she moved from the ottoman to the carpet. "Angie, lube one of these anal dildos and put it in your mother's ass."

Angie picked up a small dildo and bottle of lube. "No, that one's too small. That's the size that you and Janette are wearing as part of your training. Use the big one." Angie hefted the large dildo, wondering how such a big toy could fit up her mother's ass. "Don't worry, she's an anal slut, it's fine."

Janette pulled down on the D-ring at the front of Justine's collar till her haunches stuck up in the air. Angie was surprised that she was able to work the thick long dildo into her mother's ass quickly and easily. Justine, now sweating heavily from pain and arousal, grunted deliriously. It was obvious that the addition of the anal intruder had made her even more turned on.

Janette looked at her dad for instruction. "Lick her till she cums." Janette pulled on the rear of Justine's collar so the plugged beauty's torso was upright again.

Angie looked at Matt for direction as well. "Slap them," he said, nodding at Justine's tits.

As Janette traced her tongue along the opened beauty's clit and slit, Angie abused Justine's bound tits, slapping, twisting and pulling the beautiful 34Cs that were still encased inside the black strips. "Get on your back on the floor, beneath her, and put your fingers inside her," Matt added to his daughter. Janette scrambled into position. Angie, her panties pulled aside from her shaved slit, was pumping two fingers into her own pussy. Matt kneeled above both of them, Janette's legs inside his and Justine's outside. Still licking and sucking, the obedient daughter pushed three fingers into the MILF's hole. Justine gasped, the hanger swaying above her nipples.

Matt positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy and fucked her. With her clit well licked, her tits being stimulated by her daughter, her Dom's cock in her cunt while a dildo was stuffing her ass, Justine was delirious with pleasure.

"Now pull out the dildo from her ass, lube your fingers, and do the same you did in her cunt," he told Janette, "but this time up her ass." Janette and Angie looked at each other, both skeptically. Janette lubed her fingers heavily, but three fingers at once? Dubiously, she shoved all three into Justine's dusky ring and was surprised at how well the sub mother took them. Justine immediately rocketed into a cum. "What an anal slut!" Janette thought.

Justine had been wetting her own middle finger with her pussy juice. Now she pushed the drenched digit past Matt's sphincter. Not anticipating a finger stimulating his prostate, he bellowed, fucked her even harder and deeper, and pulled out, flooding Justine's belly and mound with gouts of gushing spunk. Two thick streams fell off her groin and splatted onto Janette's upturned face, who was still lying beneath Matt and Justine.

~ ~ ~

Leaving the women to recover and remove Justine's tit strips and nipple-stretching hanger, Matt rose to his feet and sat heavily in a chair, sipping his drink contentedly and thinking about the plan that Janette and he had hatched months ago. It had taken time, but Janette had found a perfect friend in the pretty, sexy and docile Angie. The clothing, make-up and hairstyle makeover of Angie had gone perfectly, as had her initiation and training into their household practices, or lifestyle. She was a natural sub slut with a high tolerance to pain and a voracious appetite for sex; these qualities seemed to run in her family.

Angie jumped onto Janette's supine form and avidly licked Matt's jizz off Janette's face and neck, forcefully humping her friend till the two girls were slapping each other's tits, rolling around the floor and squealing. After grinding their clits into each other, they quickly came.

Justine was stupefied to realize that she was now the slave of all three. Mentally, she reeled with the cringing humiliation of being submissive to two teen girls. And as she knew from the time that Angie had whipped her in the living room at their apartment, teens could be so cruel.

Once the girls had boyfriends, would Matt make her service all the boys as well? She imagined two big young cocks and how frequently they could cum. For example, would Matt teach the boys how to be Doms? Would he tell the teen males that they could fuck her ass? For sure, that was one skill where the girls couldn't match her. Matt would probably make her have a triple penetration from himself and the two boyfriends. Would the girls resent her hot sex with the boys and be even more severe and merciless with punishments?

No matter how successfully the seduction and training of Angie had gone, Matt and Janette had never imagined that Angie's stunning mother, the town's hottest MILF, would be brought into their lives, let alone that she would be a deeply submissive cum, pain and anal slut who craved discipline, punishment and humiliation.

Justine raised her eyes from the two panting girls and looked at Matt, her eyes filled with gratitude for her handsome and strict new Master. She'd been amazed that her father had liked Matt so much and approved of Matt's firm hand with her.

Matt looked at her sensational skin and complexion, her toned arms, stomach and thighs, her hefty tits, her bulging nipples and clit, and her very pretty, sensuous face. He'd never had a sub as incredibly hot, as pretty and as open any and all of his techniques. And a sub who would submit to her own daughter, a daughter who was basically a sub as well, but capable of being a Domme to her mother, and almost as pretty, sensuous and hot?

Matt nodded at Justine's belly and she scooped up the gooey cum which coated her. As she moved her coated fingers from her mons to her open mouth, the sponge dripped onto her tits, neck and chin. Soon her lips, swollen from her daughter's hard kisses, were covered with the white gunk.

Long greasy smears now covered her lower torso. Once she'd scooped up as much cum as she could, she looked questioningly at Matt for his next order, unaware that gobs of cum were now shining on her cheeks and pert nose.

His new sub looked so beautiful, especially with the two nude girls lying sprawled and dozing near her feet, that Matt grinned. He stood and attached a leash to the gorgeous MILF's collar. He leaned over to attach the teeth of imposing clamps to her dark, distended nipples. "Welcome to the family."

Next: The MILF services her father's wealthy business associate.



Now Serving Ch. 10



This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don't like the juxtaposition. There's plenty of both, so please don't read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres. All characters are of legal age. 

***** 

Justine was kneeling in the living room on the coffee table, surrounded by two video cameras and lighting equipment. A boom mike was positioned over the coffee table-cum-oversized leather bench. She'd spent the afternoon at the spa, getting a facial (the non-cum kind), a waxing and a styling of her hair and make-up. She hadn't done a scene on-camera since the videos her son Justin had done with her. 

She looked great: collared and leashed, her head encased in a bondage harness, her chest encased in a matching harness, wrists and ankles cuffed, tits bulging from velcro bands at their bases, olive skin lightly oiled, perspiring from the hot lights, mound newly waxed, nipples and labia all severely clamped, chained and weighted, a thick, wet ball gag hanging beneath her jaw so she could first drink a cum cocktail. A leather strap was deeply embedded between her pussy lips and tied front and rear to the harness's thick leather waist cinch. 

Janette and Angie obeyed Justine in parental and household matters, and she sometimes punished the teens (which she much enjoyed) for misbehavior, both with and without Matt's presence, she was otherwise the House Sub. The girls enjoyed their opposite roles, adroitly switching from being Matt's subs to being dommes of Justine, venting their resentments and frustrations of her. Especially since she'd recently grounded both of them on a Friday night when they already had plans. 

Matt knew that the best way to satisfy Justine's cravings were to periodically force her into new and ever more degrading scenes. He liked the creative challenge. Now Justine's father and brother were eagerly awaiting a copy of the video where their Angie would be disciplining her mother and forcing her to cum. And Justin, the fledgling porn star's son? He was the main cameraman. 

Ever since surreptitiously watching one of the videos on Justine's computer, in which Justin used and abused his mother, Matt knew that Justine was incredible on camera - superbly photogenic, responsive and exciting. She could withstand - and get off on - serious, prolonged abuse. Her amazing body reacted vocally, and with great mobility. 

Matt stood by the coffee table. He would remain off-camera for this shoot, keeping it first girl-on-girl (or girls on woman) and then son-on-mother, while he recorded them all with the second camera. Justin, more experienced than Matt in these shoots with his mother, had suggested that he do most of the closeups while Matt essentially stuck to wider shots, until Justin went on-camera. 

Although the scenario had been pre-planned and explained to Janette, Angie and Justin (but not to Justine), Matt would still direct, using hand gestures. At Matt's signal, the guys started recording and Matt nodded to Angie, nude except for a garter belt, stockings and a waspie corset that exposed her luscious young tits. 

Angie held up a traditional cream pitcher. "This added treat is a special mix from your father, brother, son and boyfriend." 

Next to Angie was his own daughter, Janette, wearing a waist cincher and stay-up stockings. Both of the girls' waxed pussies were covered by heavy strap-ons, the thick, black 8-inch members jutting menacingly from their nude mounds while six-inchers were stuffing their own wet cunts, along with nubbins to stimulate their clits. Their assholes were stuffed with sizable plugs. 

Angie poured steaming cum from the pitcher into her mother's triple vodka martini. A prolonged hissing sound filled the room, the steaming white spunk descending into the icy clear vodka. Swirls of cum spread through the oversized martini glass. Justine raised the glass to her wide mouth, drank slowly for the cameras and set down the glass, aware that her thick lips were so coated with the gunk that it splattered onto her thighs. 

Justine set down her glass, relieved when the girls set upon her. Angie and Janette walked up to the kneeling sub, raised her toned arms and bound them to a bar above her head, trembling with shameful arousal. Janette pushed the huge red ball gag between Justine's greasy lips, the fresh spunk on them dripping onto her tits, while Angie tightened the straps on the head harness. Each girl pulled on a labia chain, stretching a thick dark pussy lip till Justine moaned and the girls fasted the chains to metal grommets in their sub's lace stocking tops. 

As the girls stretched and bound her cunt lips, their big strap-ons were bobbing and swaying in Justine's face. She saw that Angie's was dripping with lube. So her mother knew it was her daughter who would be fucking her ass. Justine also saw the red buttons on the strap-ons, so she knew the bobbing monsters were filled with steaming cum. Some of the hot cream would shoot up her cunt and ass, so the cameras could have a close-up of a thick, double camel pie, the thick white goo drooling from the dusky skin circling her wrinkled asshole and oozing from between the dark labia on each side of her cunt, while the remainder of the reservoirs would drench her face, tits and slit. 

Once his mother had cum from the DP, and his sister and Janette had also cum, Justin would add suction tubes to Justine's nipples and clit, face-fuck her, fuck her cunt and ass, then shoot his huge, long-lasting load, inundating the MILF from the top of her glossy black hair to the splayed out, inflamed lips of her cunt, the lips that had just been repeatedly struck by Janette's switch. 

Janette undid the rear of the cunt strap and pulled it out, the squishing sounds of Justine's drenched cunt filling the room as the young domme dragged the leather out of the sopping slit and up over Justine's big bulging clit. 

Angie slid beneath her mother, a quirt in Angie's hand, ready to hurt her mother's jutting tits, while Angie's anal plug was quite visible. Janette, grinning at her gagged substitute mother, positioned herself between the mature slut's splayed legs, her own anal plug protruding from her cheeks, a switch in her hand to use on her mature sub's clit, outer lips, tight ass and inner thighs. 

As the huge cockheads simultaneously pushed into her holes, as the first strike of the quirt struck her clamped and bulging tits, as the switch smacked into her clit, Justine knew she wouldn't disappoint the cameras or Matt. The girls thrust the strap-ons deeply into their sub. Matt grinned as he watched his daughter's naked, oiled asscheeks start drilling into his girlfriend's cunt. Justine started moaning, assaulted by the twin strapons, the bulging ball gag, the nipple and labia clamps and weights, the quirt and the switch. 

The three grunting, heaving and sweating sluts all began cumming. After depositing half of the loads in their strapons inside Justine's cunt and ass, the teens pulled out and shot the remainder all over the MILF's body. Spent, Janette slumped forward onto Justine's chest, exposing her cunt and ass to her father behind her. As twin rivers of cum came out of Justine's freshly fucked holes, Matt put down his camera, stepped forward and pushed into his daughter's tight hot anal sheath, mashing her big tits into the clamps and chains imprisoning Justine's nipples beneath her. Matt quickly shot off deep inside Janette's tight ass chute. 

He pulled out, staggered back and fell into a chair, enjoying the tawdry view in front of him: three voluptuous brunettes, a sandwich of sex-crazed, sweat-drenched, fucked-out hotties - his daughter on top, his girlfriend in the middle and his daughter's BFF on the bottom. Janette rolled off Justine, the two of them sinking onto the cum-stained carpet, their limbs sprawling. Janette's tits were deeply marked, inflamed and sore from being crushed into Justine's heavy metal clamps and chains. That left Angie on the coffee table, her strapon sticking straight up in the air and swaying with her labored breathing. 

Justin looked at me to see if he could stop recording. I nodded. He set down his camera, removed Angie's tarpon from its harness, lubed his cock, shoved it all the way up his sister's cunt and fucked her hard till he quickly came. When he withdrew, he also sat in one of the easy chairs, next to me. Justine was still suffering from all her bondage gear: ball gag, head and chest harnesses, tit bands, nipple and labia clamps and chains. I told her to clean up Janette and Angie. 

Dazed, she struggled to her hands and knees, crawled to Janette and licked up Matt's cum, still dribbling from Janette's crinkled, gaping rosebud. Then Justine crawled to Angie but just knelt there, refusing to do as Matt had ordered. 

He jumped up, grabbed a switch, went to her, ripped off the black strips binding her bulging tits, yanked upward on her nipple chain and swiftly whipped her big tits, greasy with oil, sweat and cum, till they were covered with fresh striations. When she'd stopped yelling, Matt dropped the nipple chains and she crawled to Angie, where she swiped her thick long tongue along the girl's crack and sucked up Justin's still-hot spunk from the teen's gaping pussy lips. There was so much cum that she was slurping it up. 

Justine had never felt more debased or humiliated, forced to lick her son's jizz from her daughter's cunt. But, she was deeply convinced, that disgusting act was nothing other than what she deserved - if not worse. 

Matt and Justin watched as their cum still dribbled from the well-used holes of all three of their subs: the teens' stretched young cunts and assholes, and both of Justine's well-used holes. Once Justine had cleaned up all of Justin's spunk, Matt called her over. 

The well-trained, mature sub slowly crawled over to him, her leash and heavy chains dragging along the thick carpet that impeded their movement, pulling on her collar, nipples and pussy lips. She assumed a kneeling posture at his feet, spread her thighs, and in a daze clasped her hands behind her head. A clot of cum from her daughter's drenched cunt clung to her chin. . . and then fell to the carpet. 

Matt nodded at Justin, who picked up his camera and resumed shooting. Janette handed him a double dildo (actually, vibrators) and a matching remote control, so newly bought that he hadn't had a chance to test it before shooting began. Justine gasped when she saw the 8" and 6" shafts. As instructed, Janette had filled the side-by-side, capacious shafts with hot semen. Very hot semen. They were heavy. Judging from the amount of cum which Justin had just dumped in his mother's ass, there was no need to coat the anal dildo with lube. 

Angie handed Matt another new purchase, cutout panties with a sizable slit in the middle (they weren't crotchless, they just had a vertical opening), plus a very special, black leather bra with big cutouts for her massive aureoles. He held the trashy garments up in front of Justine, who naturally was under the misimpression that they were just a cutout bra and panties. 

Coordinating the next step, he pulled up on Justine's leash and she scrambled to her feet, swaying slightly with anticipation. Angie, standing behind Justine, positioned the bra at her mother's maltreated tits as Janette brought a freshly microwaved pitcher of spunk from the kitchen and poured the hot gunk into the bra cups till the entire inside surface was covered. Janette held the panties at Justine's feet. Stunned by this degenerate plan, Justine, the cum- and pain-slut, stepped into the panties and Janette pulled them up to her thighs, positioning the pussy clamps and chains so they emerged obscenely through the black leather slit. Justin was amazed at how shocking his mother's mons looked through the camera lens: the fat clit, rubbing against the heavy leather, and the thick, dusky pussy lips, clamped and chained, protruding from between the black leather. 

Janette coated the inside of the panties with the steaming hot jism. In a state of disbelief, Justine stared as her daughter pulled the bra firmly onto Justine's tits, which Matt had whipped mere minutes before, which were now showing angry raised striations, while Janette pulled up the heavy panties till they were pressing into the MILF sub's groin. Justine's eyes widened in shock when she felt that these were not a normal bra and panties, they were a punishment bra and panties, filled with dozens of tiny tacks and red-hot jizz. She'd never worn either of this type of S&M garments before. She gasped as the pain hit her, rocketing her to a delirious state of arousal. 

Matt quickly nodded to the teens. They pressed the two pieces into their sub's erogenous zones. All four of the doms were stunned to see the hot cum squeezing out from around the edges of the bra cups, the thick white goo flowing over the thick black leather and oozing across the wide dark aureoles, sliding down the tortured charcoal nipples and finding its way into the joints and angles of the cloverleaf clamps. 

(When Angie had bought the items for Matt, she'd decided on her own - without telling Matt - that she'd intentionally ordered them in a size too small.) Once Angie closed the bra clasp, Justine, in torment from the pinpricks and scalding cum, yelped and bucked, her entire body spasming in a frenzied orgasm as even more cum oozed onto her chest, cleavage, belly and the straps of her body harness. Cum gushed from the punishment panties as well, so much that the stuff ran all over the dusky pussy lips, into the deep cleft, then seeping over the labia clamps and the big links of the chains. The two girls could barely hold onto the shuddering slut's body to prevent it from collapsing. 

Matt pulled Justine's harness and brought her to her knees, his huge boner in her face. As her meaty lips spread around the head of his aching dick, Matt grabbed al four of her nipple and labia chains with one hand, pulled and released them, controlling the speed of her desperate blowjob and the depth of her astounding cocksucking. 

Janette held the double dildo on the carpet while Angie pushed on her mother's shoulders, forcing the suffering MILF's cunt and ass down onto the two cocks, the heavy links of the labia chains falling around the twin shafts. Janette took up the remote and turned on the vibrators in both dildos. 

With his other hand, Matt reached down and squeezed all over the bra cups and panties as Justine moaned gutturally while deep-throating his shaft and fucking her holes deeper onto the dildos. He had stuffed a broad tawse into the chair cushions. He pulled it out, tugged Justine's cock-loving mouth off his member and whacked the weighted tawse into her bra cups and cum-covered clit. 

Janette cranked up the vibrator speeds as Angie, without Matt's knowledge or permission, undid the two vertically situated bra clasps at Justine's back and pulled them to the other set of clasps, two inches away. The MILF's 34Cs were crushed even further into the bra's tacks. Justine resorted to a hand job on Matt's prick, scooping up the cum from her nipples and pussy slit to lube her master's dick. 

The Master, dommes and slave were all in sync. As soon as Janette turned the remote to maximum, Justine started a gigantic cum. Janette pushed the new feature of this model, the remote's red button, and twin salvos of hot cum shot into the depths of Justine's stretched and plugged holes. She simply screamed in the most shattering and prolonged orgasm ever, as Matt's cock spurted a fountain of fresh cum onto her head and into her gaping mouth, her voice hoarse from yelling. 

Janette shut off the vibrators as Justine careened backward. Unintentionally, the nipple and labia clamps were yanked off, catapulting the crazed MILF into another massive cum as she collapsed onto the floor, Matt careful to spray her agonized nipples and tumid cunt lips with more jolts of thick spunk. 

Justin turned off his camera and set it down. He, his sister and Janette were all stunned into silence. "Angie, put a bowl under her." Matt knelt on top of Justine, his knees on the floor on either side of her tits, and wiped several viscous strands of jism onto Justine's eyebrows and nose. 

"Janette, collect the cum from her hair, face, tits and belly." Janette scooped the thick ropes and clumps into a small martini glass while Angie placed a pillow under her mother's ass and then a bowl to catch the river of jism pouring out of her mother's well-used and gaping holes. 

"Girls, take off the bra and panties." The teens did so, this time gently. Nonetheless, their slut MILF groaned when the punishment bra and panties were removed, revealing a livid ass, swollen tits and an abraded mound - the latter two all streaked with cum. 

He pulled the slack sub into a sitting position and pulled the straps at the rear of the head harness, tilting up Justine's head. Since her mouth was already hanging open, Janette had no resistance when she angled the overflowing martini glass above Justine's slimy face and ever so slowly poured the gooey gunk into the MILF's mouth as Justin recorded this final scene of humiliation and degradation. Justine kept swallowing reflexively till the glass was drained. Several gross bubbles of cum formed, briefly encasing her mouth. 

Matt nodded at Angie, who removed the bowl from Justine's groin. It was so overfull that the stuff sloshed over the sides and spilled onto the MILF's spread thighs and inflamed mons. Angie poured the contents into the same martini glass, held it to her mother's cum-saturated lips and poured in another glassful. Between the two, Justine the cum-slut was swallowing the equivalent of about 8-12 men's ejaculations. 

Justin stopped videoing and Matt laid his depleted sub back on the carpet. He smiled at his three weary assistants. "Well done." 

~ ~ ~ 

Matt was proud that Now Serving, the movie's title, was a hot video. He would take the movie to the next major family gathering, where they would all screen it in the evening. Justine's father, brother and son would love it. No doubt it would be the highlight of the holiday. 

Justine, already tied with ropes and straps for the viewing, would be squirming (as much as her bounds permitted) with shame - yet also wet with arousal - as she watched the debauched scenes with her main Master, Matt, and his daughter, but especially with her son and daughter. Janette and Angie would also have to service the guys, but Justine would be the main attraction. As they kept watching, the men would probably tawse her tits, cane her ass and whip their willing sub's gorgeous thighs and belly. 

Matt hoped that Justine's father and brother would be particularly pleased and excited by the part with the punishment bra and panties, since they'd never used them on their daughter and sister. Perhaps the movie would even give them some new ideas to use on Justine, their devoted family sub. 

Matt anticipated that long before the final scene, they'd be using their hot MILF's thick lips to deep-throat their cocks and her tight holes to fuck them, presumable in a DP or Triple Penetration. He'd make sure that she'd be facing the screen, so she would always be confronted with her previous decadent behavior while she was being freshly abused. 

Matt even had detailed outlines for a quartet of Now Serving movies, each more elaborate and ambitious than the one before. They'd rent a beautiful, elegant house for the weekend. Justine would wear gorgeous clothes, the best makeup, expensively slutty lingerie and hot bondage outfits. 

In the second installment, she would be used by all the three men in her immediate family: father, brother and son. Matt and Janette would be the videographers, while the two teen girls would supervise the "props" and be available to the men for the duration of the weekend. 




Now Serving Ch. 10



Angie would slowly strip her mother in the living room while the MILF sub confessed to being a bad, lazy mother, a willful and irresponsible daughter and a disrespectful, sarcastic sister who deserved firm, serious punishments from all three men. Angie would then prep the denuded MILF slut with severe bondage accoutrements (but all different items from the first video), while Justine would encourage the "corrections" - and indeed had to be personally punished and harshly used by nothing less than all three guys. 

Instead of a ball gag, Justine's big mouth would be filled with a bridle gag. Rather than using velcro bands at the base of her big tits, they'd be made to bulge obscenely with an unforgiving breast press. Instead of cloverleaf nipple clamps and heavy chains, she'd wear nasty nipple stretchers. 

Kneeling, she'd suck off all three guys till they bathed her face and tits in multiple geysers of cum. With her still wearing a dense and humiliating cum coating, they'd simultaneously whip her tits and pussy, ending with a Triple Penetration. 

In the third episode, the debased female lead would satisfy four of her father's and brother's business associates, one more dom than in the previous video. But neither Justine nor Angie would be present, since they'd only be a distraction to the four guys. 

In the fourth and final movie, the depraved hottie would visit the college that her son and daughter attended, where she'd be disciplined in two demeaning separate sessions: first, by Justin and his four pimply, inexperienced and therefore dangerously brutal roommates, increasing the load she'd have to bear to a total of five doms. 

In the second session, she'd be used by an elite gathering of the Chancellor, the Vice Chancellor, the Dean of Admissions and the Dean. Although the number of men in this last scene would decrease from five to four, the reduced amount would be more than compensated by the administrators' powerful, demanding personalities, and by the long experience they'd all accumulated over many years of harsh and relentless BDSM. 

Matt smiled. He enjoyed being the writer and director, as well as cameraman. There was no doubt that he had a talented, photogenic cast and crew in Janette, Justin and Angie. And most importantly, he had an extraordinary sex toy lead whose incredible body, raging sensuality and capacity for submission, pain and humiliation leapt from the screen. And Justine's on-camera talents in the video series could never swell her head into becoming a prima donna. After all, she was a sub. 

***** 

This concludes Now Serving. Thanks for reading!