6 comments/ 41773 views/ 23 favorites Pearl and MasterD Pt. 01 By: elianaliora Pearl was a devoted wife and stepmother. She loved her husband dearly and they had a good life together. She was happy she had waited to find her true love before she got married. So many of her friends had married young and been divorced and were back in the dating game. Pearl had focused on her career and then in her 40s met the man of her dreams. She loved him deeply and she was growing to love his three children from a previous marriage. Their sex life was equally good. She had the libido of a teenager and her husband loved having a wife who was ready and willing to fuck at a moment's notice. Their lovemaking was passionate and frequent - but very vanilla. The same positions over and over and nothing remotely kinky. She wasn't exactly bored with her sex life with her husband, she just felt like something was missing. Pearl had not had very many sexual partners before she met her husband; she could count her sexual conquests on only one hand. In all of them she was the submissive - she had never made the first move (sexual or otherwise) with any man. Once when she was having sex with a lover he had roughly grabbed her legs and pulled her across the bed before slamming his rock hard 8-inch thick cock inside her cunt. She had never felt anything like it; the way that he took charge... made her do what he wanted... it was thrilling. She played that image over and over again in her head and craved more of it. But she didn't know how to ask for it, or why she had found it so exhilarating. Then one day when she was between lovers she read an erotic book series. The main characters were an experienced young Dom and an innocent virgin. The trilogy opened her eyes to the world of BDSM and Kink. She found the books irresistible; she read them over and over and over again. Her cunt got wet every time the Dom took charge; every time he introduced a new toy or punishment. She lost track of how many times she put down her Nook to make herself cum wishing she was the girl in the story; wishing the use and abuse was happening to her. She had a hard time forcing herself to read something else. So she started looking online for more stories like it. Looking for more information on what Pearl came to know as The Lifestyle. She devoured every new piece of knowledge she acquired about Doms and submissives; Masters and slaves; Total Power Exchange; tools and toys - all of it was thrilling and new and full of such possibilities. Her next lover she thought had potential to be a long time love but turned out to be a one-night stand. But her head was swimming with submissive visions and he did allow her to indulge her kinky fantasies. Story after story she wrote for him - she had no idea where they all came from! They flowed from her as naturally as breathing. So many kinky e-mails and texts were shared between them and then finally they met to fuck. Her cunt was wet from his first kiss; she wanted to devour him and be devoured by him. And when he was fucking her from on top, and he put her hands together and held her wrists down she almost screamed from the shear pleasure of being so used and controlled. The way he fucked her... he seemed to know exactly what she needed and longed for. It was only one night but it was magical. And she didn't realize it then, but the die had been cast that night. Between what she had read and what little she had experienced, there was no going back - she would need the Kink from now on. She would need the submission. She just didn't know how to get it. And then Pearl met her husband. She had never known a more loving and devoted man. And she loved fucking him. She had no desire to cheat on him or hurt him. She could not risk losing him - it would hurt her too much and she didn't think she would ever recover if he left her. But he wasn't enough and she knew it. The more vanilla fucking she received, the more she craved to be spanked, or bit, made to submit. Pearl decided one day to try to introduce some Kink into the relationship. She and her husband went to an adult store and she steered him towards the BDSM merchandise. She lingered there on purpose to let him see how interested she was. He seemed curious, but not as interested in her; he spent more time cracking jokes about the floggers and paddles. Pearl realized she'd have to take the initiative and she didn't know how to do that (and that would defeat the purpose of being the submissive anyway). Plus, she had only read things in books or on websites - she didn't know what to do with half the stuff she had seen anyway. After that trip to the store she became more depressed than ever about never being able to experience being a true submissive. One night she found herself on one of her favorite Erotica websites; reading yet another story about a Dom and his devoted submissive. She was in the middle of the story (contemplating making herself cum to one of the hotter moments in the story) when she remembered that she had created a Gmail account when she signed up on the site. It was an account she created to avoid the possibility of her husband seeing what she was reading or researching. After looking up her username and password on one of her apps (she had long since forgotten both) she decided to check it - and to her surprise there was an e-mail to her from someone on the site. She opened it - it was from a "SirD" - and he wrote her a simple note to say that he had read her profile and was available to answer any questions she had about the Lifestyle. Profile? She didn't even remember writing or filling in a Profile. It was such a simple note but it seemed like there was a world of possibilities in it. She sent him a brief reply to thank him for his e-mail. A day or so later they were exchanging pictures. They both exchanged only head-shots or pictures with clothing - SirD was married as well and they both needed to be discreet. Then came the day - after only a few e-mails - she asked what she thought was a simple question: what should she call him? He told her she could call him either "Sir" or "Duncan" and she didn't hesitate: she asked to call him Sir. The idea of it intoxicated her. Calling a Dom by his title; writing "Yes Sir" and "No Sir" - it made her hot. His reply had her positively spinning: "Do you know what that means? Do you know what you are signing up for?" she felt an electric bolt move through her and to her cunt. Yes, she knew - she knew she was agreeing to submit. It felt so right. "Yes Sir" she replied. And that's how it began. She began to live a double-life. Married, professional, devoted wife (weekend stepmother) to her husband and a submissive to SirD. The e-mails and texts were frequent in the early days and months - a torrent of instructions and tasks; of reassurances and loving words. And corrections (so hard for her at first, but she learned to handle them too over time). She came to love a Dom she had never met. They lived only 10 minutes from one another in neighboring suburbs of Phoenix but she and SirD had spouses to protect. He was no less devoted to her, though - their bond was not merely virtual. She could feel it in her bones. This was no fantasy - it was real. She threw herself into her training and her tasks, falling harder and faster than she had ever fallen before. Pearl learned to juggle her marriage and her sub duties (sometimes fumbling with both) but she had never been happier. Which was why she decided to finally tell her Sir the secret she had not told anyone - not even her own beloved husband. She knew if she could trust anyone, she could trust her Dom. She knew He would not judge her; she knew with him she would find only unconditional love and support. In an e-mail where he asked her if there were any secrets she had not told him; any secret desires she had not yet revealed she clicked "Reply" and took a deep breath. She began to type: Dear Sir, When I was young I had a baby. I was dumb and gullible. I thought I was in love with him and thought he felt something for me. But after that afternoon I never heard from him again. He wouldn't even acknowledge my existence in school and when I passed by him he would laugh at me with his friends. I found out a few weeks later that I was pregnant. I was scared shitless and didn't know what to do. When I told him, he called me a whore and said it wasn't his baby and just walked away. I never saw him again after that. I finally found the guts to tell my parents. We came from a strict Catholic family - they wouldn't hear of an abortion. My mother wanted to help me raise my baby but my father said it would ruin my life and my future. So they arranged for me to leave town for the year and stay with an aunt a few states away. My parents told me they had found someone to adopt the baby. I carried him inside me for 9 months and then I gave birth to him. I only got to hold him for a few brief moments before the nurse took him from me and I never saw him again. I went back home to my parents and I cried for weeks. I wanted my baby boy! I'll never forget his sweet little face and the Port Wine birthmark behind his left earlobe. I see that little innocent face all the time; sometimes I wake up in a puddle of tears. I would often ask my parents to tell me who adopted him; where he was. But they never would. They said it was better for me to move on. I guess after a while I decided they were right - what if I found him? What would I say to him? And would he just hate me on sight for giving him away? He would be about your age now, Sir. I was close to looking for him just to find out if he was okay and had been adopted by a good family, but then I met my husband. I knew as a devoted father he would understand and feel sympathy for me, but I was so ashamed. Such a dumb fucking girl to let some asshole fuck her, knock her up, and let her parents take her child from her... She wept when she got her Sir's reply: You did nothing wrong Little One - you were only a kid. You were hardly the first girl in history to be smooth-talked out of her virginity and you won't be the last. There are plenty of assholes out there to go around. As far as your son goes - don't worry my pet. I love you and one day I believe you will see your son again. I know you have a loving and generous heart and if you meet him again I am sure he will open his arms to you and give you a big kiss and hug and tell you how grateful he is that you brought him into the world. You have been honest and devoted. It is time that you met your Sir and became his slave. It is time for us to consummate our bond. Pearl knew, if she did not before, that she had found her True and Loving Master. SirD had enjoyed his 27 years on this earth. He was handsome, came from a good and loving family, and had a good career in mechanics. He was a homeowner, had a truck and a motorcycle - and was contemplating settling down and having a family with a strictly vanilla woman he was seeing regularly. He seemed to be a man who had everything... except that he didn't. What he was missing was a submissive. SirD had figured out from his earliest dates that his needs and desires were unique. He remembered the first time he kissed a girl - Sarah. He was 15 and she had luscious red lips. While he was kissing her, he felt compelled to pull hard on her ponytail - to take the kiss from her and possess her lips. Sarah had yelped and he stopped, but he knew then that he was looking for something more; a quality Sarah didn't have. He hardly knew himself then as a mere teenager what he was or what he needed, but SirD knew he had to find it. He tried that with every girl he kissed for the first time after that - a firm tug on their hair or the back of their neck; maybe wrap his hand around their throat to try to get the reaction he craved but didn't fully understand. And then one day when he was 20 it happened. He met a girl at a party thrown by a friend of his. He had seen her from across the room nursing a glass of wine; she didn't seem to be enjoying herself. But she was cute and had nice tits so SirD went to talk to her. There was something in the way she made eye contact with him; something about how she seemed to hang on every word he said. It was intoxicating. After another drink and a little more conversation he walked her outside to a secluded spot in the backyard under the auspices of getting away from the noise so they could talk more easily. Standing under a tree in the dark during an awkward pause He leaned in to kiss her, and instinctually his hand pulled on the back of her neck. To his utter surprise, the girl (Maggie) swooned. He felt her moan into his mouth; he opened his eyes and saw that hers had rolled back into her head as if she had gone to some other place. He pulled harder and bit her neck. Maggie's legs weakened and she fell to her knees, her hands clutching his thighs. She was eye to eye with SirD's hardening cock and he was stunned when she began to immediately free him from his pants and take him into her mouth. Other girls had sucked him off (usually after much persuading or an expensive meal) but not like this; not like Maggie. Maggie sucked his cock as if she had no other choice; as if the compulsion was so strong a hurricane couldn't drag her away from his dick. She sucked his cock like she loved it and loved him and lived only to suck his thick cock. He came fast and hard - so overwhelmed by her skills and how intoxicating it felt to have such a power over a woman. And when she finished, and swallowed his cum like it was a magnificent feast she thanked him for the privilege! He took Maggie to his place that night and fucked her over and over - and more the next day. Every position, any way he wanted her she just did as she was told and begged for more. She never seemed to get enough. SirD had never met any woman like her before. When he had to take her home she became sullen and said shyly, "Um, would you be my 'Sir'?" SirD didn't even know what that meant. He asked her to explain and she said she was a submissive and she was in-between Dominants and she really needed someone to take care of her - to control her. To use her for his own pleasure and correct her when she had been a bad girl. And would he be The One? Maggie told him that she loved his cock and thought he was sexy and wanted him to do so many things to her. SirD confessed that he wanted nothing more than to dominate her but he didn't know all that it entailed. Maggie suddenly lit up and said, "Don't worry - I know someone who can teach you, Sir, if you are willing. Are you willing to be my Sir? To learn?" she was so eager and such a good fuck - how could SirD say no? Maggie had been his first submissive and he had cared for her deeply. But he was such a novice with her (made more than his fair share of mistakes) and she was patient but when she asked to leave him for a Dom with much more experience he could do nothing but be understanding and supportive. He had had a few others after her. There was Angel (the brat); Jill (a "Daddy's Girl"); and Carla (pain slut). He had gained quite a bit of experience since Maggie and had learned so much in and about the Lifestyle. But none of his submissives had lasted more than a few months and none of them were what he truly craved: a devoted loving slave. Someone once told him about a dead-end job he once hated, "Well, it's also good to know what you DON'T want to do." He had come to feel that way about subs as well. Angel had been fine but he found her brattiness wearying. Jill had been special but far too needy in all the wrong ways. Carla had been fun. Exploring how far he could go in her quest for pleasure through pain was a true learning experience. But even he had become frightened about how much she was willing to push it. There was only so much blood he could handle. No - he knew now exactly what he wanted. He wanted a slave - not a submissive- but a true slave. And he wanted a slave who loved him as deeply as he loved her; a slave capable of being with him for the long-haul (whether he chose to marry another woman or not). A slave who was utterly devoted only to him and his needs because she loved him and it pleased her to care for him. Someone he could control completely; a slave willing to push her own limits for his pleasure. A natural submissive who fell to her knees out of sheer instinct, like Maggie, without needing to be told. For a slave like that SirD knew He would be willing to give her as much love and attention and orgasms as she could handle. He decided the time had come in his life to settle for nothing less and he began his quest to find her. SirD patrolled the usual websites with no luck; the women all seemed too needy or too risky sexually. He talked to other Doms in The Lifestyle to see if they knew or heard of any subs who might fit his bill? No luck there either. Then one night he was reading some erotica on one of his fave websites, stroking his hard cock, when he noticed that they had personals and ways to search the members. SirD stopped masturbating long enough to look through the other members. He found one in particular intriguing: a woman in her early 40s expressing an interest in BDSM, friendship, and possibly a lover. She was black which really piqued his curiosity - he had never had a sub of color and it had always been sexually arousing to him. And an older woman - he had fantasized often about that as well. He decided to reach out and send an e-mail. Something simple and non-threatening - just an offer of friendship and a willingness to teach her about the Lifestyle. If she took the bait he could always pull out some Dom moves to see what she was really interested in. Several weeks went by without a response. He contacted others in the mean-time with similar results. Then to his surprise he found an e-mail in his Inbox from the prospective black sub. It was simple and thanked him for his e-mail. It was not an invitation - but it was not a brush-off either. Before he knew it he was e-mailing her several times a day and they exchanged pictures. SirD noted how happy it made her that he called her "pet" and "little one" - hmm, he thought - little endearments mean a lot to her: the mark of a good submissive. And when after only a few e-mails she asked to call him "Sir" and eagerly agreed to submit to him he knew that she was special. SirD had never had a sub so eager to learn; so eager to please. He knew they only lived 10 minutes apart, but he wanted to take some time to initiate her and see how suited she was for his purposes before arranging a meeting. He was still determined to have the devoted slave He had been craving. Pearl had the potential but she was resisting and topping, too. If he could push her limits without breaking them... maybe... So he pulled every trick he had out of his bag and challenged her. But she did every task he put to her without questioning; she returned every e-mail promptly. She followed Protocol as strictly as she could. She was not perfect, but she was clearly trying to be the perfect sub for him. It endeared him to her in a way he did not anticipate. He could feel himself truly begin to fall for her and to need her. And aside from the emotional connection that was building; aside from the unconditional trust that she was beginning to place in him was a genuine sexual attraction. Just thinking about her cunt made him hard. Picture after picture he made her send of her cuntmouth so he could cum imagining those lips wrapped around his cock. Her cunt (which he instructed her to shave or wax) made his cock twitch just thinking about ramming into that black tightness. Her tits made him ache to abuse them - slapping, biting, pinching - until she begged him to fuck her. When he called her on the phone he would make her laugh and then switch to His Dom voice and listen to her swoon. He could literally hear her submit; hear her crave his control. It was intoxicating. Pearl and MasterD Pt. 01 But he took his time. For what he wanted - to get a novice to go from submissive to slave - he needed to take his time. As much as he longed to fuck and use her until she begged him to stop, He knew he was trying to build something with Pearl. He wanted their bond to be something real and possibly permanent. He worked hard to build trust with her. He would need it if she was ever going to agree to be his slave. Part of that was making sure she felt unconditional love and acceptance with him on her journey. To that end, he probed deeply into her needs and desires. He tried to create a safe place where she could express herself and her fears without fear. SirD also needed Pearl to know that between Dom and sub there can be no secrets. They have to share everything and rely on each other - trust each other. Which is why one night when he was close to arranging a face to face meeting He asked her to share her secrets with him. When he started to read her response to his question he didn't see anything remarkable in at first. Young... knocked up... Catholic adoption. He had been adopted by his parents so the story definitely striking a chord with him but didn't raise any other red flags. But when he read about the Port Wine birthmark under the left earlobe a chill went through Him - right to his bones. He involuntarily began to rub the Port Wine birthmark behind his left ear. Then he started doing the math and realized they were from the same area. And he knew without a doubt that his Pearl - his sub, his pet, his beloved fuckpig - was also his birth mother. For long moments he simply stared at the screen. Then he felt the need to wretch - the things he had said to her! The times he had cum imagining the things he wanted to do to her! He sat there at his desk nauseous and trembling and then went numb all over. It was a long while before the screen came back into focus again. He had never really thought of looking for his birth mother and now here she had been delivered to him in the form of a kinky and devoted sub. Then he thought - wait, does she know? She's seen my picture - has she known all this time and now this is her way of letting him know that she's into incest with her own son? But he quickly realized that wasn't true because he had always been self-conscious about that birthmark. He always turned his head to the other side when taking photographs. None of the pictures he sent her showed the birthmark. Still, he could hardly wrap his mind around this new revelation. It was sensory overload. SirD eventually got up and went into the kitchen. He drank two beers straight down and then started to think about his options. Option number one, SirD thought, was to simply tell her that this had to end because He was sure she was his birth mother and then try to pursue a relationship on those terms, as if he hadn't told her 100 times how much he wanted her to suck his cock. He shuddered at the thought. Option number two was why he opened beer number three. Because as much as he was in shock; as much as he felt gross and wrong for all the things he had thought about a woman who it turned out was his own mother... he had fallen for her. He did desire her. He didn't think he could just walk away; didn't think that if he met her he could just pretend he hadn't wanted to fuck her cunt seven ways from Sunday. Couldn't pretend or forget all the ways she had submitted to him; all of the perverted tasks she had done for him. All the kinky pictures she had sent to him at his bidding or of her own accord to please him. Could he just turn off how he felt about her? Walk away and pretend she did not exist in the world? He knew sitting there at his kitchen table, the alcohol dulling his senses, that the answer to all of those questions was "no." He didn't know what kind of perverted fuck that made him, but he just had this feeling like he was so close to getting what he had craved for so long. So close to the loving slave of his fantasies - he just could not stop now. He would have to see this through to the end no matter how sick and twisted. He took a deep breath and composed a short, understanding, loving reply. And then he told her it was time for them to finally meet. Pearl lost count of how many times she had read her Master's instructions about their first meeting. She had read them so many times she had committed every word to memory. After finding a day when she could safely get away from her husband she was to notify him. When her husband told her he was going to be working overtime the following weekend she told her husband she would plan on an overnight spa getaway with her girlfriends while he was gone. Then she notified her MasterD. At that point he gave her more explicit instructions: Get a hotel room on the outskirts of the city. Bring the following: all of the toys you have and a blindfold. Do not forget the blindfold! I will arrive precisely at 9:00 a.m. on Saturday morning. Have all of your toys out and ready. You will be completely naked. When you hear me knock, slide the key under the door and then return to the foot of the bed. Put the blindfold on and assume a submissive position: on your knees, hands on your thighs, head down. I will wait 3 minutes after you slide the key under the door before entering. When I enter DO NOT REMOVE THE BLINDFOLD. You may not remove the blindfold until instructed - understood fuckpig? I will do whatever I want to you. I will fuck you however I like; I will fuck whatever holes I want to. Understood cunt? You will be my slave and I will take ownership of you - body, mind, and soul. If you are not ready for this then tell me, pet. If you are not prepared to be mine and give yourself to me fully tell me and I will release you now. Pearl did not hesitate - she replied right away the she understood and was ready to be a proper slave to her MasterD. The journey from sub to slave, from "SirD" to "MasterD" was not something she undertook lightly, but in the end she did so eagerly. She craved the total submission of slavery; she needed to surrender as much control as possible. And she trusted her Master to love and accept her for the total fuckslut she knew she was but could never be with her husband. Then Pearl received another instruction from her Master: she was not allowed to cum - in any way - until they met. She was not even allowed to fuck her own husband! Pearl understood her Master's reasons, but it was going to be difficult. She was a natural slut and naturally wet and horny all the time anyway, but thinking about her Master's cock inside her really made her cunt juices flow. She often had to change her panties during the day because she would soak through them. And her husband was unaccustomed to her saying "no" to sex. It wasn't easy, but she made excuses and gave enough blow jobs to keep him guessing but happy. It was much harder for her to keep from making herself cum to get some much-needed relief. Friday night Pearl was in her hotel room just outside of Phoenix. In her room she laid out her toys neatly on the desk as her Master had requested. She put her clothes away neatly and organized her toiletries in the bathroom to keep them from looking cluttered. Then she painted her fingernails and toe nails a bright whore-red. Master had told her some weeks ago it was how He preferred her nails to look. He had also told her to wear full make-up with red lipstick only. Painting her nails served another purpose: keeping her fingers out of her cunt. She was unaccustomed to wearing much make-up but she would happily do it for him. She was desperate for a cum and didn't want to disappoint her loving MasterD. Pearl slept well that night but Saturday morning she was a jumble of nerves. She showered and washed her cunt and asshole well. She had no appetite but she managed to eat a banana, a handful of almonds, and drank some orange juice. She knew she would need the glucose and the protein to get through whatever paces her Master had in mind for her. But more nourishment than that she couldn't get down; the adrenaline from the anticipation of her Master's arrival was making her too jittery. She had the television on but couldn't concentrate at all on what she was seeing. She kept compulsively checking her watch. At 5 minutes to 9 she took off her robe and waited in her nakedness. And then she heard the knock. She grabbed the key card off the table, crossed the room to the door, slid it under and then scurried back to the front of the bed. She put the blindfold on, got on her knees, lowered her head, and waited. Her heart felt like it was going to pound through her chest. A few moments later she heard the electronic sound of the key being inserted, and the door opening. She heard the door closing and being latched. Then she heard footsteps, and her breath began to quicken. She was trembling uncontrollably. She felt him standing directly in front of her but she dared not move. Then he spoke: "Your Master is here." MasterD's cock and his conscience wrestled daily with His decision to make his mother his slave. But in the end his cock always won. It was too irresistible; too perverted and kinky. Too forbidden. He had fallen for his own mother and he would not be able to rest until he had possessed her entirely. And who would make a more loving, trustworthy, devoted slave than his own dear mother? The only question was - would she submit to him now? When that blindfold came off and she saw the birthmark... would she run screaming from the room? Would she collapse in a puddle of tears saying, "My son! Finally I've found you!" Or would she remember what a fuckpig she is; remember how desperate she has been to be his slave and gobble up his cock like her life depended on it? There was only one way to find out. So MasterD proceeded as planned before he knew it was his own mother. First step: He put her on cum-control. He gave her explicit instructions about their meeting. Ironically, he would have wanted her blindfolded anyway (her willingness to be that vulnerable was a critical sign of her submission) but now it had the dual purpose of concealing his identity until he was ready to reveal it to her. Would he reveal himself to her? He could make her keep the blindfold on and fuck her senseless and leave. MasterD did consider that possibility. But no - that would be wrong. He was not a user; not in that way. And he already knew that most of his pleasure would come from Pearl's willingness to submit knowing who he was. He stood outside her motel room door for several minutes wrestling with his conscience again. Then he took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He heard Pearl approach, saw the key slide under the door. He took it and looked at the second-hand on his watch. He heard her scurry away as he ticked down the 3 minutes he promised her. There was silence in the hallway and silence on the other side of the door. As he saw the second-hand click down to minute three, He inserted the card into the door and watched the light turn green. He turned the knob slowly, keeping his head down - wanting to see the slave he had longed for, but also not wanting to see his own mother naked in a submissive pose. He stared at the floor as he turned to make sure the door closed fully and he turned the bottom lock and set the latch. Then he turned, slowly, to confront his fate. There she was - naked, blindfolded, kneeling, and trembling at the foot of the bed. Her red nails were shining on her thighs. Her tits were hanging low. He dropped his jacket onto the chair as he crossed toward her, putting his crop and flogger and a small bag on the desk as he passed by it, adrenaline coursing through his body. She was vulnerable and wanting... and his. He felt his cock twitch in his pants. Felt it begin to harden looking at her full red lips, imagining them wrapped around his cock; sliding up and down his shaft. He leaned down and said, "Your Master is here" - and he meant every word. He meant to have her - mother or not. MasterD leaned down and lifted Pearl's chin. He kissed her, and let his tongue start to fuck her mouth. When she returned the kiss with equal fervor his cock went from semi-hard to granite. He broke off the kiss and started to pinch her nipples, asking "Who am I slut?" Pearl winced from the pain of the pinch and responded breathlessly, "You're my Master - MasterD." "So whose tits are these?" he purred. "They are your tits, Master." His fingers slid down to her bald cunt. It was soaking wet; MasterD couldn't wait to ram-fuck that cunt. "Whose cunt is this?" he inquired. "It's MasterD's cunt," Pearl said, still trembling but more from desire and want than fear or anxiety. MasterD slid his hand from underneath Pearl's cunt up to her asshole. With a finger starting to protrude into her pucker he said, "And this - is this mine, too, slut?" Pearl gasped when she felt his finger in her asshole and said, "Yes Master - all of my fuckholes belong to you." MasterD stood up and quickly took off his belt and pulled down his pants and boxer briefs. His hard thick cock sprang free. He stood in front of Pearl and grabbed her chin roughly with his hand. "Right now, your cuntmouth is the hole that I want. Fuck my cock with your cuntmouth you fucking whore." Pearl put her hand out to try to find her Master's cock, but he slapped it away. "I only want your mouth - understand fuckpig?" "Yes Master - fuckpig understands." Pearl began searching for her Master's cock with her mouth. She felt its hardness on her forehead first and tried to move her mouth up but then she heard her Master laugh and shift slightly. With her mouth open and her tongue out she kept trying to get his cock into her mouth; occasionally she would get a lick or a taste but he would move again. After a few attempts Pearl said, "Please MasterD - please let your fuckpig suck your cock. She needs it so bad, Master. She needs to fuck your cock with her cuntmouth. Please MasterD?" MasterD couldn't wait any longer - he needed relief for his aching, pulsating, rock hard cock. He grabbed her chin and told her to open her mouth. Then he put his cock inside it and started to fuck his slave's mouth, thrusting his cock inside the wet warmth. He placed his hand on the back of her head and made her gag; made her take him deep. He felt her throat constrict on the head of his cock; he was getting close to cumming. "Fucking whore," he growled. "You love sucking cock, don't you, you little cocksucking slut?" He pulled his cock out long enough to make Pearl answer. She swallowed and said, "Yes, Master, I love it. I'm a total cocksucking whore." Then he thrust himself inside her cuntmouth again and fucked her face a little longer but stopped just before cumming. MasterD pulled out slowly and said, "Clean my cock bitch." Pearl licked and sucked up all the extra saliva from his shaft and balls. Then He stopped her and said, "I have claimed your cuntmouth. Two more holes to go fuckpig." Pearl smiled and said "Yes MasterD. My cuntmouth is yours. Please take all of my holes?" "Stand up," MasterD said to her, and took her hand to help her up. She was a little unsteady on her feet after kneeling for so long. She was tall; only a couple of inches shorter than he was. He could almost look at her eye to eye. She was still wearing the blindfold, however. He said, "I want you to close your eyes. I'm going to remove the blindfold, but I want you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Understood?" "Yes, Master - I understand." MasterD slowly removed the blindfold. Seeing that her eyes were shut tight He tossed it aside. He pulled off his shirt and the rest of his clothes and tossed them next to the blindfold. Standing in front of her naked he said, "Now - open your eyes and look at me, pet." Pearl opened her eyes and the room and her Master started to come into focus. He looked exactly like the pictures only now He was naked in front of her. She wanted to devour him and be devoured by him. He was smiling - such a sexy smile with his beautiful brown bedroom eyes. And then he turned his head slowly to the right and that's when she saw it: the Port Wine birthmark behind his left earlobe. She gasped in shock and starting whispering, "No no no no - Oh God no... " MasterD took her hand and led her over to the bed. He had her lay down on her back and he spread her legs wide. Pearl just kept shaking her head saying "no" but no words came out. He could see the tears start to flow down the sides of her face toward her ears. He climbed on top of her and turned her head to face him so he could look into her eyes. "Oh yes, Mother. Your Baby Boy has come home to you. Your Sonny is here." And with that he thrust his cock deep inside her cunt. The tightness felt delicious on his cock. He started to ram her cunt - his mother's cunt. She gasped and she clawed at the sheets - but she did not stop him. He could see the inner turmoil in her face; could see her wrestling with her demons. He fucked her slow and deep and he could feel her start cunt start to constrict around him; he could feel her start to cum. He quickly pulled his cock out of her cunt. Her eyes opened wide and she whimpered; MasterD pinched her nipple hard making her cry out. "Fuckpigs who want to cum need permission. Fuckpigs who want to get fucked need to beg for it - understand?" Pearl was having a swirl of emotions. She loved her Master, needed him but this... this was insane. This was incest. She couldn't think straight. All she could think about was how good his cock had felt inside her cunt; how badly she needed to cum (it had been so long and she was so close!); how much she loved this man - her Dom, her Master - her Son. She didn't know what to do so she shut everything out but her cunt and did what it wanted - she submitted. Pearl reached up and pulled her son down to her and fucked his mouth with her tongue and then broke off the kiss and said, "Fuck your Mommy - make her cum. Make your mommyslut cum all over her son's cock!" MasterD plunged his cock back into his mother's dripping cunt and started to thrust hard and fast, ramming his cock into her over and over again. "Cum you fucking slut - cum Mother - cum for your Master. Your Son!" Pearl couldn't fight anymore; she surrendered totally to her cunt and to her orgasm; surrendered to her Son and Master. As her cum ripped through her she grabbed her son's young firm ass and pulled him even deeper into her cunt. She cried out, "Fuck me! Fuck your mother!" When MasterD felt Pearl's cunt clamp down on his throbbing cock he couldn't hold back anymore. He came hard inside her, moaning loudly, crying out, "Mommycunt!" He rolled off her and onto his back, pulling her towards him. Pearl was trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. MasterD lovingly kissed her forehead and said, "Two holes claimed - one to go. I love you, pet." Pearl wrapped her arms around her Master, looked into his eyes and said, "I love you too, Son." While her Master slept Pearl scooted off the bed and went to pick up her son's clothes and place them neatly on the chair. She looked at the flogger and the crop; ran her fingers over the tip of the crop wondering what it would feel like on her ass, her thighs. She was genuinely curious but she also knew she was trying to distract herself from the emotional turmoil inside her. She had just been fucked by her own son; there was no getting around that. Worse still - she had begged for it and enjoyed every second of it. Just standing there now watching him sleep his sexy nakedness made her crave him even more. She could feel her clit start to throb. One cum had not been nearly enough; she ached for more relief. Standing there looking at him she thought that she could just walk out now; she could quietly put on her clothes and leave while he slept and never come back. If he e-mailed or texted she could just not respond. Everyone is entitled to one major fuck-up in their lives and if she walked away now there might be redemption. She could go home to her vanilla life and her vanilla husband and her annoying stepchildren and put this one insanely aberrant thing behind her. She would be able to forgive herself someday; maybe even laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all. Pearl and MasterD Pt. 01 But she was planted to the spot on the hotel room carpet. She stood there remembering every e-mail and text; every phone call. From the silly to the sexy and everything in between. She stood there knowing that she had never felt more alive in her 40-plus years on this earth; she had never felt more like her true self. Her son or not, He had made her feel loved and desired in a way no other man had. She had told him every secret desire; every perverted fantasy and he had not even blinked - he had only encouraged her to pursue them - with him. He had accepted her for who she really was inside and out unconditionally. To walk away from that; to know that that kind of connection and love exists but that she had spurned it - there would be no redemption for that. She would only wonder "what-if" for the rest of her days; she would always feel the emptiness in her heart where once there was only fullness. Taboo or not there was only one thing for her to do now. Pearl slowly made her way to the bed and to her sleeping son's sleeping cock. She crawled up the bed towards it and took the soft head into her mouth and began to suck slowly, taking more of his cock into her mouth until her nose was buried in his belly. She felt her Master's cock harden inside her mouth and felt him stir. She started to suck faster when she felt his hand clamp down on her hair and yank upwards, pulling her off his cock. He looked into her eyes with a ferocity and a desire she had never seen before. "Say it, Mother," he growled. Looking into his eyes she took her hand and cupped his balls. "Mommy needs her son's cock inside her. Mother needs to get fucked by her Darling Boy. I'm only a fucktoy who needs to be used. Fuck your Mommy? Make her cum?" MasterD closed his eyes and moaned. Then He told her to stand up. Pearl did as she was told and stood by the bed. MasterD got up and stood next to her. He pulled hard on the back of her neck and looked into her eyes and purred, "You took what is mine without asking because you need a fuck? a cum? That won't do, Mother Dearest. This is not about you. Who is the cunt and who is the Master here?" Pearl could feel her clit ache; her cunt start to throb. "MasterD is Master - I am the cunt." MasterD pinched her nipples hard making her cry out. "Try again, cunt. Who am I? Who are you?" The pain seared through her tits and Pearl realized her mistake. "Mommy is the cunt; her Son is her Master. Her only Master." He released her and she felt the blood flow back to her nipples, a burning sensation running through her tits. "That's better - now don't move bitch." MasterSon went over to the desk. He surveyed all of the toys Pearl had brought. He looked at the bag he brought in with him and smiled to himself. He came back to her with two clothespins; he put one each lengthwise on her nipples. Pearl gritted her teeth and tried to breathe through the pain. She watched her son then go back to the desk and pick up his crop. He positioned himself behind her and said, "Spread your legs and put your hands on top of your head." Pearl did as she was instructed. Suddenly she felt the sharp sting of the crop on her ass; it made her gasp. "Count, Mother - and if you fuck up the count I'll double what you're getting." "One!" she said out loud. Whack! Whack! Whack! She counted them all up to 10. Her ass was screaming and her nipples were begging to be set free. Her boy came up behind her and said in her ear, "Do you have something to say to me, Mom?" Pearl said through her panting, "Thank you, Son - thank you for loving me enough to correct me and teach me how to be a good slut for you." "Mmm - very good. You are a going to make a very good Mommyslut." He began to nibble at the back of her neck, and then Pearl felt his fingers start to stroke her clit. It felt so good! She leaned back into him, moaning. "You want to cum, don't you Mother? Well not yet." And then suddenly his fingers were gone and Pearl was left panting and wanting; nipples aching. Standing in front of her MasterSon thrust his fingers into her mouth, instructing her to clean them off. She licked and sucked all of her cunt juices off and then her son said, "I still have one more hole to go. I'm going to take my time with this one. I'm going to show you what it means to be used and abused by a Loving Son. And then - maybe - I'll let you cum." Pearl watched as her son put down his crop and picked up his flogger. He began to twirl it from across the room, the tips getting nearer and nearer to her trembling flesh. "Do you remember your safe-word Mother Dearest?" Pearl found the twirling almost hypnotic, but she answered right away: "Yes, Master - the safe word is Texas.'" "Very good. Remember that." And then the tips of the flogger landed squarely on the clothespin on her left tit. She cried out in a near-scream. Quickly her son stilled the flogger, grabbed the anal beads off the desk, and stuck them in her mouth. "Keep your mouth shut, whore! You'll have the cops here and then what will your husband say?" Pearl bit down on the beads as she watched her boy pick up the flogger again and twirl. He raked the suede strips across each clothespin, over her belly, her thighs, her back, her ass. There was such pleasure when her Master flogged her anywhere but her tits and such pain when he flogged her there. Periodically he would stop and put a vibrator to her clit, daring her to go over the edge without permission. But whenever she got close he would stop the vibrator and start flogging her again. She kept her eyes closed, absorbing the sensations and trying to block out the pain; sliding deeper and deeper into sub-space. Suddenly everything stopped and her Sonny told her to open her eyes. She had a hard time focusing them; they felt crossed. She was looking through the blurriness into her Master's brown eyes and then she felt each clothespin being yanked off. She bit down hard on the anal beads, feeling the blood rush to her nipples. She felt the vibe on her clit again... it was exquisite - the pleasure and the pain all at once. Then the vibrator stopped again and her son took the beads out of her mouth. He put the vibrator in. "Clean it off, cunt." Pearl licked it clean with her tongue and then Master tossed it aside. "On your knees, Mommy. Suck your Baby Boy's cock." Pearl dropped to her knees and started to suck her son's cock, using her hands to stroke his shaft while she sucked gingerly on his balls. "Fuck yeah - you like that don't you Mother? You like to have your Son's balls in your cuntmouth, don't you?" Pearl took her mouth off him just long enough to say, "Oh yes, Son - Mommy loves her Son's thick juicy cock. May she please have some more, Master?" MasterD grabbed her head and pushed his cock back inside his mother's cuntmouth, making her gag and then he pulled out, her saliva dripping from his cock. "Over to the bed, ass up, now!" Pearl quickly scrambled over to the edge of the bed. She got up on her knees on the edge of the bed, her arms stretched out in front of her, in a submissive pose. She felt her con's cock ram deep into her cunt and he started to thrust slowly and steadily. "Please - oh please let your mother cum Master Son! She needs it so bad!" Then she felt it. Something entering her asshole - the beads. Slowly going deeper and deeper, widening her tightness. She felt so full - her son's thick cock deep inside her cunt; the beads being slowly pulled back and forth inside her asshole. She was drifting... drifting... deeper into subspace. "Cum now Mama - cum for your Boy!" Pearl could feel her orgasm burst from inside her and then she felt the beads being yanked out. She had never felt anything like it; never felt anything so pleasurable. She clutched at the sheets and gasped for air. "Breathe, pet - breathe." Her Master slowly rubbed her ass and back to try to calm her and then she felt him pull out of her cunt. The absence of the thickness was awful and she whimpered in protest. "Shhh Mother." And then she felt something hard pressing on her asshole - her son's cock! Slowly burrowing in; thick and hard. It wasn't like the beads; this hurt - it was sharp and it burned. Her red nails clutched hard at the bed sheets. "Shhh... last hole Mommy. Now all of you belongs to me and me alone. Put your fingers in your cunt - now." Pearl tried to breathe as her son started to slowly fuck her tight asshole. She put two fingers in her cunt and with her thumb knuckle she rubbed her clit, the pleasure she was feeling in her cunt taking away some of her attention from the burning in her ass. "Oh yes, Mother - such a fucking whore. Letting your son fuck you up the ass. Letting him cum in your cunt. Such a fucking slut! Tell me what a slut you are, Mommy." Pearl, rubbing her clit furiously, panted, "I'm a Mommyslut who craves her son's cock. I'm a fucktoy for my Baby Boy, my Sonny. I need him to use me and fuck me for his pleasure. I need his sweet cum inside me." There were a few rough thrusts and then she felt him plunge in all the way - deep - and cum. "Cum, Mommy - cum with your Master Son!" Pearl rubbed her clit and came with her son's cock buried inside her asshole. She came so hard she squeezed his cock out of her. Then she collapsed, panting, onto the bed. MasterD lay next to his mother and pulled her towards him so he could spoon her. He soothed her while she shook next to him, her aftershocks rippling through her while she absorbed the throbbing in her ass. He turned her head toward him and kissed her sweetly. She returned the kiss and looked into his molten brown eyes. "I have something for you," her son said to her grinning. "I had hoped you would be worthy of it and now I know that you are. Now I know that you are the devoted slave I have been looking for." MasterD got and went over to the desk. He picked up the shopping bag and told Pearl to stand up and turn around. She did as she was told. She heard her son take something from the bag and she felt his arms reach over her head. In front of her, in her son's hands she could see a collar: black leather with a blue fur-lining. " Are you sure? Do you know what this means?" her Master said to her. "Are you sure you are ready to be my devoted Mommyslut?" Pearl could feel the tears begin to well up in her eyes. "Oh yes, MasterSon. I want to be your Mommyslut; devoted only to you." He placed the collar on her neck and she lifted up her hair to help him. She felt the heaviness as he fastened the collar snugly. She had never felt so wanted and loved; so close to anyone. Then he turned her around to face him; to look into the eyes of his collared and claimed mother. Pearl kissed him sweetly, smiled, and said, "Welcome home, Son. Mommy has missed you." Pearl and MasterD Pt. 02 Pearl and her Master Son (Duncan, a.k.a. "MasterD") had been together for nearly a year. In fact, the one year anniversary of the very first e-mail that he sent to her (May 27) was only two weeks away. In the nine months previous her life had changed so dramatically. She had gone from being a happily married woman to becoming an adulteress and a devoted slave to a Dom and Master. Pearl had gone from vanilla (albeit satisfying) sex to having her body used and abused in ways she could barely imagine. The tools alone: crops, floggers, spreader bars, flails, clamps . . . too numerous to count and all of them with a special, delicious sort of pain. And as if all of this change wasn't enough the man who controlled her every move; who owned her heart as well as her body, mind, and soul was her own child -- her long-ago adopted son who was nearly thirty years old now. Not a day went by that Pearl didn't shake her head about the fact that she had sucked her own son's cock more times than she could count. And she loved it. She craved his fuck, his abuse, his attention -- and his love. Her Son and Dom was the sun that the constellations of her day revolved around. He grounded her in a way that no one and nothing else ever had in her life. Her love for her husband had not changed in any way; he was still the love of her life and always would be. But there was just something about her Master Son; something about him that she craved and needed that was just as powerful a force in her world. She could not live without either one of them and she knew it. So she made sure that while she was on such dangerous ground that she treaded lightly. She was as cautious as she could be about e-mails, texts, and meetings -- always following her Master's rules to avoid detection. Her son's then-girlfriend had caught him once shortly after their kinky affair had begun; he sent a text to her that was meant for Pearl. MasterD told Pearl then that their relationship was likely over -- but he never stopped e-mailing or texting and they continued to meet. Avoiding detection had taken on a new significant dimension because about six months after Pearl had been collared, her Master had gotten married. As His slave she was torn: she would have much preferred to have her Sonny all to herself. But as His mother she wanted nothing but his happiness and she had been so happy with her own marriage that she could hardly deny that to her own child. His new wife was as vanilla as her own husband; she knew nothing of his extracurricular and very kinky activities -- certainly didn't know that he was a Dom who had a collared slave. Her beloved Boy had been very clear with her from the beginning: nothing would come between him and his wife -- nothing and no one. If he had to release Pearl; if He had to say goodbye to her and never see her again to protect his marriage then so be it. Pearl knew this and accepted it -- how could she not? She knew that as much as she loved her Master and needed him she would never choose him over her own husband of more than 20 years. She only hoped that the day would never come when that choice might have to be made; hoped that she would be able to continue in her secret polyamorous existence loving both of the men in her life -- just loving them differently. Pearl and her Master met usually once or twice a week. They both lived in neighboring suburbs of Phoenix but always met across the border in Phoenix to avoid being seen by anyone they knew. Pearl worked from home and had no other children so it was fairly easy for her to get away (her husband's children were all grown and lived away); but her Master worked from 9-5. Their meetings were often brief. Pearl would steal away to Phoenix during her Master's lunch hour. There was a secluded spot where they could park next to one another. How many times had she sucked him off in his car or had he fucked her bound and gagged up against hers? They were quickies but they gave them both at least something they each needed. Her son had a slave who served his pleasure which made him feel happy and fulfilled; Pearl had a loving Master to serve who abused and fucked her the kinky way that she needed. But Pearl found herself needing more of him; more of his time. She was desperate to have longer time with him than just quickies. She wanted him for hours at a stretch; hours of time to touch, caress, massage, kiss, and suck her Master's sexy young body all over. Hours of time to be held and loved by him. Hours of time to pretend they were the only two people in the world without complications. And then her wish came true. Pearl's job presented her with an opportunity: a month-long training course at a local hotel (the company had booked two floors for an intensive institute). A few hours a day in a classroom, and her afternoons, evenings, and weekends were free. The best part was that the company said they would only pay if she was in residence, rather than commuting from her private home. Pearl jumped at the chance and informed her Master. He was as excited as she was about having a Phoenix hotel fuckpad -- however temporary. His wife had started a new job and was working long hours so if he took a day off here and there or a few hours in the evening to visit his loving fuckpig his wife wouldn't notice. Everything was lining up perfectly for the two of them to spend some quality time together -- more time to cement their bond as Master and Slave, Mother and Son. Less than two weeks before Pearl was due to check in for her training course her husband started having health issues. At the beginning of May, Pearl had gone to visit family out of state. Before she left her husband had been diagnosed with a kidney infection and started antibiotics. The day after Pearl returned from her week-long visit was her husband's follow-up appointment. She was late to meet her husband and was in the car rushing to the doctor's office. Suddenly she heard MasterD's text tone through her car speakers. At a stop sign she read the note. It was strange -- it seemed to be a reference to something from the day before. But Master had been known to be forgetful and there was no "bfn" ("by for now") which was Master's signal that she was not to respond under any circumstances. Racing to the doctor's office Pearl dashed off a quick reply to her Sonny. The doctor's visit was not as expected; the infection had not cleared and the doctor suspected more difficulties. He ordered blood tests and a CT scan for the following morning. The doctor thought kidney stones were the likely culprit and that the scan would give them the information needed to better diagnose and treat her husband. That night she and her husband went out to dinner to distract themselves. In a private moment Pearl looked again at the last text from her Master. Strange -- the time-stamp on the message didn't match when it was actually delivered. She had flown the day before and she suspected that the message had gotten lost in the internet ether somewhere and wasn't delivered until the following day. She worried for a moment about her late response, but then remembered that there was no "bfn." Master was always so careful about that. So she decided that maybe the time-stamp was wrong and it had been sent that afternoon after all and not the day before. The following morning Pearl was in the CT waiting room. Her husband had been led away in his hospital gown by a nurse. After he left, Pearl decided it was safe to check the Gmail account that only Master knew about and that she only used to e-mail him. It was the only Gmail account she had so when she heard that "ding" she knew exactly who craved her attention. The sound always made her smile and her cunt wet. Sure enough there was the usual "Good morning" e-mail from her Loving Son. It was full of the usual loving words, reminding her of whose cunt she was -- reminding her of how he was going to fuck her in Phoenix -- and giving her a task for the day. She smiled as usual -- a deep down joy that was only because of him. And then she saw the e-mail below it: You fucked up Pearl. You sent a text last night. My life is all fucked up now. I'm afraid this is over for good. I hope you understand. Bye. Suddenly the room started to spin. It felt as if the world had literally tilted on its axis. Pearl could feel her breath quicken; her lungs desperate for oxygen. She closed her eyes to stop the spin and then opened them again to read the message again. She hit "Reply" and began to type with shaking fingers: I'm so sorry Master! iMessage sent that a day late and there was no "bfn." I was rushing to the doctor's office and just sent a quick reply. I feel horrible! I would never do anything to cause you harm. Please forgive me. I don't know how to say how sorry I am. Pearl hit "Send" and closed her eyes, praying -- praying for a reply that everything would be okay. She hoped for a quick response from her Sonny saying that they needed to take a break for a while and He would contact her again when it was safe. But when she opened her eyes and looked down on her phone the other shoe had dropped: her message had come back as Undeliverable. Her Dear Boy, her MasterD . . .had deleted his account. She didn't see her husband in the doorway when he came in. Pearl tried her best to look normal; to look anything but as devastated as she felt. The room started to sway again and she gripped the chair while her husband changed back into his clothes. She held her husband's hand as they walked to the car; partly out of love and partly to keep herself from crumpling to the ground. Because her husband had not been allowed to eat before the exam, he was hungry so they stopped at a bagel place across the street from the hospital. Pearl managed about two bites of her bagel and pushed it away. She couldn't eat; she could barely see straight. The only thing she could see were the words emblazoned in her brain "You fucked up Pearl." Her husband could clearly see that she was not herself and try as she might it was not in her power to act any differently. She tried but a smile was not forthcoming. Her husband assumed it was worry about the test and his health and Pearl let him. They parted at the bagel shop; her husband went off to work and she drove home by herself alone with her grief. She opened her door and stood in her living room numb, in shock, feeling impotent. She had no way to explain -- to apologize. She wouldn't dare send him a text message -- the thought never entered her head. Only e-mail was safe but now she didn't have even that. Everything in her house reminded her of her Baby Boy. When she showered her bald cunt she knew it was bald because Master had ordered it to be so. When she opened her lingerie drawer she saw all the sexy lingerie she Master liked her to wear. When she put away her pajamas she saw the crop and flogger she needed to return to him. How would she do that now? She knew his address but she also knew that a mysterious package (no matter how clever the subterfuge) would likely only get him into more trouble. In her office, where she went to work to distract herself was the teddy bear she had sprayed with her MasterD's cologne. She tried not to pick it up and hug it, but she did and the scent brought back a flood of memories; a flood of fucks and sucks and loving words. But no tears. She was still too emotionally overwhelmed for that. On her iTunes, trying to find music to work with was the playlist she had made of songs that reminded her of her sexy Master. That evening when she and her husband sat watching t.v. and she heard her husband's Gmail tone and it was like a dagger stuck straight into her heart. There was no escape anywhere. There was a hole the size of the Grand Canyon inside of her and nothing and no one would ever be able to fill it. She had lost her Master and her Son and there was no magic cure for that. And that was a special torture in and of itself. After decades of wondering about what had happened to the child she had been forced to give up for adoption she had found him -- he was happy and well and in her life. She had slept better than she had ever slept before knowing that he had been adopted by good people and now loved his Mama deeply. All old wounds had been healed. The fact that her loving Sonny was also her kinky Master was something she still wrestled with. Incest was not something either one of them could ignore. But as her Son and Master had said to her long ago, "We are two halves of the same person; we are not whole without the other. We crave one another and we desire one another because our bond is so strong -- our love is so deep. The only true unconditional bond is the one between mother and child. You take me as I am, and I do the same for you. Let the world go fuck itself -- only we know what is right for us." That first night after the break-up Pearl tossed and turned. She couldn't sleep knowing that her Darling Boy might hate her for ruining his marriage. She couldn't sleep thinking that she might have caused him pain, however unintentionally. And she couldn't sleep thinking about how close she had come to spending so much time with her Master only to have it snatched away. She couldn't sleep because she felt so horribly selfish -- her MasterD's marriage might be ending and all she could think about was having his sexy fuck taken away from her; having her Master taken away. And she couldn't sleep because she had broken something and needed to fix it and couldn't. All the next day she was a zombie just going through the motions. And then on Day Three the dam finally broke. She was eating breakfast and watching one of her favorite shows on her DVR. A favorite character was saying goodbye and she just kept repeating to her best friend, "It's not finished. It's not finished. Nothing is finished." Pearl began to sob uncontrollably knowing precisely what that character meant. "It's not finished," she thought. "We're not finished -- not like this . . . ." Pearl needed to find a way to say goodbye to her Master; a way to explain to her Son what happened and to let him know that she was sorry. She had no way to e-mail him, and she had deleted his phone number from her Contacts file in her phone to prevent any further mishaps. (Not that she would have texted him, but it was one more option that was unavailable.) The day she got her Master's break-up e-mail she posted a short note on a fetish website where they had a page, but she knew the odds of him seeing it were slim at best. Maintaining that page had been her task and he rarely remembered the password. No doubt that would have been deleted from her son's phone along with any other trace of her after he had gotten caught. And that's when Pearl remembered where she had met her Master -- an erotica website that she had posted a profile on; he had found her there and contacted her through the site. In the past nine months she had also posted stories there for him as part of her tasks. Pearl dried her tears and pulled herself together. She grabbed her laptop and thought, "There is a way to speak to him -- to have MasterD hear me. On the off-chance that he should find my story and read it he will know what happened. He will know that text was a glitch and a mistake. He will know how sorry I am and how much he meant to me. Our anniversary is coming up -- I want to do this for him.; for us. I need . . . I need to finish this." So Pearl started to write. She wrote her MasterD a long story about a vanilla housewife who found her True and Loving Master who just happened to also be her long-lost son. She wrote about every kinky thing they did to each other and all the things she hoped her Master would do to her. And in the end she simply thanked him -- thanked him for all of the unconditional love, control, and the hottest fucking she had ever experienced. She posted the story and then she began the long process of trying to find a way to finally let him go. MasterD's world had also begun to spin out of control. "Dumb fucking slut," he muttered under his breath wondering what the fuck Pearl was thinking sending that text; fucking up their good thing. Now he stood to lose absolutely everything -- the future mother of his children and the devoted slave he had searched for and finally found. To say nothing of the birth mother he never thought to meet let alone dominate and control. "Fuck!" he would curse to himself when no one was around to hear. He loved his wife dearly; he had loved her almost since the day he met her. She was nothing like Pearl. She was sweet and innocent; she wanted nothing more than to be a loving wife and mother. She was a devout Christian as well. Pretty and sweet and he knew she would help him raise a loving family. And he wanted those things desperately; he craved normalcy and a loving home as much as he was compelled to pinch a slave's nipples until she cried and begged him to stop. When he promised his wife to make her a good husband and father and to do so for the rest of their lives he meant every word. And he made a promise to himself that he would never do anything to hurt her; in his dominance of Pearl or any other slave he would keep his wife in the dark -- keep her from harm. She deserved nothing less. Of course after she found out about his betrayal his wife had cut him off sexually. He couldn't blame her -- after only a few months of marriage to be caught texting another woman . . . how else should she respond? So at a time when he was most stressed and missing his regular kinky fuck from his Mom he had no fuck outlet at all. He had made jerking off into a day-job, but it was only satisfying for moments at a time. It didn't even come close to the fucking he really needed and had become accustomed to. And his wife was so suspicious he didn't dare look at any pornography. Instead MasterD fantasized -- but that was dangerous, too. His fantasies always went to Pearl and the perverted things he wanted to do to his Mommyslut. But he was too pissed at her and too greedy for her; being so torn made it hard for him to cum. But cum he did -- every chance he got. MasterD had told his wife that the text came from a woman he had a one-night stand with at his bachelor party; just one last hurrah who had become obsessed with him. He explained to his wife that he had continued to text her to keep her from acting out, but that she had meant absolutely nothing to him. But his wife was having no parts of it. She threatened to leave him; threatened to never consider having children with him. He had apologized in every way he knew how and promised to do whatever she wanted to earn her trust again. That had landed them in counseling where MasterD continued to tell the same lie about the one-night stand and repeat that it was just a drunk mistake that would never be repeated. His wife had agreed to stay with him because she believed marriage was forever. But she was cold with him and distant. Withholding sex was one way she punished him; another was constant references to his betrayal often in front of friends and family. And her tears -- he could not abide her tears. "Fucking stupid slut," he would mutter to himself and pray that his wife would get past this or at least let him try to fuck her sadness and grief out of her -- and soon. And yet all of this was only the tip of the iceberg. At the end of one of their therapy sessions, their therapist said he wanted to start seeing them individually as well. MasterD showed up for his first appointment, resigned to it although he wanted no part of it. MasterD sat on the sofa across from the therapist; his arm casually outstretched along the back of the sofa; his right leg kicked up over his left. The therapist (Dr. Thompson) sat in a chair opposite, pad on his lap, pen in hand. Thompson was probably in his early 50s and MasterD sat across looking at him smugly thinking to himself, "He's got 20 years on me, but I bet he hasn't had half of the good kinky fucking I've experienced."