0 comments/ 82811 views/ 3 favorites Loving Stepdaughter Ch. 02 By: leatherteacher Sue knelt on all fours, her face pressed into the soft silk comforter that covered Charles' and Charlotte's huge bed. Charlotte lay beneath her quivering body, her hands extended above her head fondling Sue's large breasts and gently but firmly twisting and pulling on the hard nipples sending lightning bolts of pleasure through Sue's body with each twist and tug. Charlotte's professional mouth was working energetically at the juncture of Sue's widely splayed legs sucking on the long hard clit with her lips, massaging it with her tongue, and occasionally nibbling it with her electrified teeth. Sue was on the brink of a death defying plunge into the grand canyon of orgasms if Charlotte continued her deliciously titillating oral stimulation to her so recently denied clitoris. Equally exquisite and ecstatic were the slow but powerful movements of Charles' hard wonderful cock as it fucked her aching cunt into oblivion. The inner walls of Sue's tortured pussy were so sensitive that she imagined she could feel every vein, fold of skin, and ridge on his beloved dick as it drove her senselessly toward that same death defying plunge into pleasure. Charles' cock rocked in and out of Sue's pussy as Charlotte's hands squeezed, pinched, twisted, and fondled her nipples, and her mouth did things to her pussy that could only be endured for any length of time in heaven itself. On and on the pleasure went, her body enduring nearly painful levels of arousal and anticipation as she prepared to launch herself over the precipice and fall into her Grand Canyon of ecstasy. Closer and closer but never quite close enough. Sue awoke from one of her more common dreams finding Charlotte, now awake and lying on her stomach with her face near Sue's pussy, teasing that wet aching nerve bundle with a single fingertip as Sue still sat tied to the foot of the bed. Sue had learned to sleep fitfully leaning either forward or backward and more or less hanging from her bound wrists. She had done so through the night and now found herself awakening from one of those naps and from her wet dream too. Charles awakened just then and rolled onto his back and stared at Charlotte and Sue. He had never loved Sue although he knew she loved him strongly thanks to Charlotte's chemistry. Charlotte had picked her out for him or rather for herself. She had brought a hot as hell Sue to him one day and told him to fuck her silly. Not a fate worse than death. He smiled at the memory of Charlotte breaking down the haughty woman. Sue's wine, which she loved and drank regularly, had been laced with several chemicals for a long time. Charlotte's mother had been an organic chemist who had researched the effects of drugs and combinations of drugs on female and male sexual arousal and behavior. She had made a fortune on a patent for a birth control pill that added appreciably to the level of the sexual libido of the women who used it. Her other discoveries in the area of female sexual arousal she had kept to herself and a few special friends. She had died two years ago in the crash of a small plane leaving all of her secrets and several million dollars to Charlotte. Charles had catered to his stepdaughter's perverse nature because she was beautiful, highly sexual, and very rich. She had used her knowledge of drugs and their effects on women to keep both her bed and her stepfather's bed filled with beautiful horny women and a few additional men for her personal alone time pleasure. Then she had met Sue. Sue was the mother of one of Charlotte's conquests who even now trailed after the sexy young woman like a love sick puppy. Sue had walked in on her and Mac one afternoon while Charlotte was sitting on the couch in Sue's living room with her legs spread wide and her feet propped on Sue's coffee table. Sue's son Mac was kneeling on the floor with his face buried in her hot wet pussy, his hands tied behind him, while Charlotte watched a lesbian porn flick and leisurely ate a bowl of ice cream. Sue had thrown a tantrum and promptly kicked Charlotte out of her home and told her son to never see the bitch again. The next day, Charlotte had returned as soon as Sue had left for work. She had used a hypodermic needle to drug the dozen or so bottles of White Zinfandel and Riesling wines Sue had in her refrigerated wine closet. The next two days had been Saturday and Sunday and Sue had drunk a bottle of wine each day. Charlotte arranged for Mac to let her in Sunday evening while Sue was preparing for bed. Together Charlotte and Mac had easily overcome Sue and tied her to the bed posts of her bed. After a week of Charlotte feeding Sue concentrated drugs and tormenting her body with vibrators, oils, and oral and digital stimulation nearly all of Sue's waking hours, Sue had capitulated and had sent in her resignation effective immediately. In exchange, Charlotte fucked her brains out with a huge strap-on vibrating dildo and gave her relief from her mind-bending orgasm denial torment. Two more days of sexual torment and Sue went willingly to Charlotte's home where Charles began fucking her regularly. Charlotte used Mac as a torment to Sue by making him crawl around the house with a huge hard on and never letting him fuck her any more. The four of them would sit in the large den with Mac's face in Charlotte's cunt and Charles' dick in Sue's mouth, pussy, or ass watching porn flicks all day. Sue, due as much to the laced wine as Charles' sexual prowess, fell in love with him and agreed to marry him. The wedding was a huge social event in the community. Sue's family members were all socialites and public figures. At the wedding, a very quiet and seemingly happy Sue told all of her family and friends that she was so happy. All the while, a butt plug and one of those torturous rubber balls were churning away in her ass and pussy. Charlotte and Mac stayed quietly in the background. Sue knew that if she allowed others to learn of her sexual corruption she would forever lose Charles and Charlotte and those unbelievable day long nearly continuous orgasm days of pure animal sex. After the reception, or at least the public reception, a dozen of Charlotte's friends stayed to help her and Charles consummate the marriage as it would really be. Mac was introduced to two of Charlotte's friends and one of her cousins, Candy, and taken to a bed that had been moved into a small room off of the reception hall. It was their job to fuck him, suck him, rub their tits and pussies on him and generally indulge in an orgy with him but without allowing him to come that night. At the same time, another cousin of Charlotte's, Brad, and eight other male friends of theirs were introduced to Sue. They fucked her mouth, pussy, ass, one, two, or three at a time for the entire evening too. The difference was that Sue was being rewarded for being a good girl and she came nearly continually. Starting with that night, Sue had been put on a five day cycle of orgasm denial torment. But on that sixth day she did not regret her situation at all. Even as these memories flooded through Charles' mind, he knew that Charlotte was planning on moving Sue along to the next phase of her training. Charlotte stopped teasing her stepmother and she and Charles rose and entered the shower leaving Sue bound to the bed posts and crying in sexual frustration. In the shower, Charles took the large natural sponge, soaped it up good with Charlotte's favorite body wash and began a slow languid process of washing her long gorgeous body. He began with her shoulders and worked down her back to her ass and then knelt and washed her long legs. She turned around to face him and he began with her feet and washed up her legs. When the sponge neared her shaved cunt, he lifted it and stood to wash her neck and shoulders. He slowed the motion of the sponge when he began sliding its soapy roughness over her breasts plying the sponge with one hand on one breast as he squeezed and fondled the nipple of the other breast with his other hand. He reversed his attention several times making sure that Charlotte was getting the full pleasure from his attentions. Then he slipped below her breasts and on to her stomach and eventually her pussy again. This time, he stayed there with the sponge for a long time. They exited the shower and went back into the bedroom to find Sue weeping in frustration as she did most of the time. Charlotte looked at the woman and spoke in a quiet but excited voice, "I think it's time to call Candy. What do you think?" "I think you own her and if you want to call Candy then go for it," he replied. He had fully expected the question. He had always known that Charlotte would not be satisfied with a simple submissive sex slave. She wanted, no craved; a masochistic sex submissive and she wanted Sue to be the one. Loving Stepdaughter Ch. 03 "Yes, Candy, I'm sure I want to make my stepmother into a submissive sub slut slave," charlotte said to her cousin. "I've done exactly what you told me to do. Charles and I keep her on the edge of orgasm for five or so days using her for every kind of sex we can think of. Then we give her one whole day of continual sex letting her get off as many times as she wants to and can. There isn't a thing she won't do if we tell her to do it." After a pregnant pause, Candy asked, "Are you sure you want to take a perfectly good submissive sex slave that you obviously have feelings for and take her on into sub slut space?" Charlotte. "Once she is there, and have no doubts I can take her there for you, you will be obligated to take care of her for the rest of her life. Me and several of my slave owning friends will monitor you and her and step in and take action if you do not fulfill your responsibility to her. Some of our actions have been terminally final if you get my drift." "I will set up a trust fund for her with you as the executor for one million dollars. The money will be invested in a safe and productive mutual fund that will turn it into several million in the next 15 years. Will that meet your requirements?" Charlotte asked a little irritated at her cousin. "All except the part where I'm executor. We have a board of trustees set up to do that. If you are that certain, I'll move my things into your house this evening. I will need to live in the same room she is kept in for up to a year to train her correctly." By six o'clock that evening, Candy had moved into Sue's room next door to Charlotte and Charles' bedroom. The small moving van she had used to move her tools and equipment had unloaded in the four car garage behind the large house. "Here's what we have to do to her," Candy was explaining to Charlotte and Charles with Sue listening intently. "If you have taken her to the edge of sexual addiction and a little beyond, that addiction must be exploited to make her willing to trade pain for sexual fulfillment. We must start very slowly and take baby steps with her. If we do this properly, and I assure you I know how to do it properly, her sexually tormented mind will begin to associate pain with foreplay. Once we are there, we begin to increase the pain and decrease the true foreplay until she becomes highly aroused without the foreplay, with only the pain. To this level, the pain is at low to moderate levels, floggers on her ass or back, riding crops on her thighs and abdomen, and clamps on her nipples, clit, and pussy lips. Each time we bring her to sexual arousal we must observe her body's sexual reactions and make 100% sure that the pain causes her pussy to lubricate, raises her heart rate and breathing rate, and that she orgasms during the pain. In the middle stages of training, she will need sexual stimulation suck as being fucked or eaten off while she is being tortured to get off. In the end stages, the pain will bring her off without fucking or sucking. Are you sure you can restrain yourselves from having sex with her except in those circumstances?" After getting the required assurances from Charlotte and Charles, Candy said, "Well let's begin, shall we?" Everyone stripped and Candy set the stage for Sue's first lesson in masochism. Charles was directed to sit in a heavy wooden chair without arms and Sue was seated on his lap with her legs straddling his lap and her back to Charles. Charlotte was seated, cross-legged, in front of her stepmother. Charlotte began by sucking on Charles' dick until it was huge and hard and then fed it slowly into Sue's heated cunt. While Charles was fucking Sue, Charlotte began ministering to her hugely swollen clit. With their knowledge of how Sue reacted to stimulation and how she responded as she approached orgasm, they got her to the cusp of her long with held death defying orgasm several times. During the whole procedure, Candy kissed her lips, neck, ears, and tits as she asked her, " How would you like for me to let you come with Charles cock fucking your pussy and Charlotte's mouth working on your clit? Would you like that, Sue?" For nearly two hours Sue said, "Yes, please let me get off! Don't tease or torture my pussy any more Candy, just let me come." Finally she threw in the phrase Candy had been leading her toward, "Please Candy, I'll do anything for you or Charlotte, just let me come PLEASE!" "Are you willing to trade a mild breast torture for your orgasm, Sue?" Candy asked smiling. "I...I don't know. Will it hurt?" "You silly bitch, Candy chuckled, "of course it will hurt. It's titty torture. But will it hurt more or less than your orgasm denial?" Sue tried to think about the question and how she wanted to answer it. As she thought, Candy pulled Charlotte away from Sue's throbbing aching pussy and laid her flat on her back. Then she straddled Charlotte's face and leaned slightly back so Sue could see Charlotte's tongue, lips, and teeth work on Candy's clit. Without a doubt, Candy loved this sexual torment and keeping Sue strung out so long had brought her more than halfway to her own orgasm. It only took Charlotte's Ph. D. level mouth a few minutes to bring Candy's orgasm on. Candy hammed it up a little just to whet Sue's appetite for her own long denied orgasm. A minute later, Candy was kissing Sue again while Charlotte's educated mouth began torturing Sue's pussy again. "How abut it, Sue. Candy purred into Sue's ear as she licked it and drove her stiffened tongue into it and twisted her head to make the tongue twist in the ear. "My orgasm was so wonderful. It started with a tightening inside of my stomach and an intense pleasure where her tongue slid over my big clit. My nipples felt wonderful as the spasms of the orgasm made my body clench and jerk in ecstasy while Charlotte's mouth sucked harder and her tongue rubbed harder on the very end of my clit. You know the place, right where all the sex nerves of your body come together when you come. Wouldn't you like that?" "OH Goddamn it, yes! Please let me come, I'm begging you, PLEASE!" Sue moaned and screamed. "Just a little torture on your titties and nipples to make me feel good and I'll make Charlotte give you the best head of your life, I promise," Candy whispered. "All right-All right! I'll do anything just please let me come!" Sue screamed. Candy picked up the pair of nipple clamps she had laid on the floor those long two hours earlier in preparation for this time of initial surrender. These were a Japanese clover clamp design that required the person applying them to slightly squeeze the clamp itself to open the jaws to fit on the nipple. After both clamps were attached to the nipples, the chain connecting them could be pulled pulling on the rotation points of the jaws of the clamps causing them to bite more firmly into the tender nipple flesh. In other words, the harder the chain was pulled the worse they hurt. Candy began playing a simple song of pain on Sue's nipples causing Sue to howl, scream, and beg her to release them. Candy slapped Charlotte on the shoulder and the tall sex machine went to work on Sue's clit with a vengeance. Tongue, lips, teeth, and a sucking vacuum were all employed by the pussy pro as she dragged Sue, kicking and screaming, over the brink of that drop dead orgasm. Between Candy's expert nipple play and Charlotte's professional mouth action, Sue multiple orgasmed for nearly ten minutes. After Sue stopped spasming and moaning, the clamps were removed and she was allowed to shower and go to bed. The next five days were dedicated to raising the level of sexual torment on Sue. As Sue's poor luck would have it, her period started on the third day of her five day ordeal, which automatically extended the torment period to eight days. None of the tormentors wanted to stimulate her during her period with anything other than vibrators. On the ninth day they set up the same scenario as the first one. It only took Sue an hour to break and beg them to torture her tits this time. Candy elected to use a thin whippy piece of metal that acted much like a short limber switch. As Charlotte held Sue on the brink of orgasm, Candy held one of Sue's tits in her left hand and used the metal rod to leave red welts across the top of that breast. Then she whipped the other breast. As Charlotte brought her stepmother to orgasm, Candy aimed the metal switch across Sue's nipples one at a time. The resulting multiple orgasm was again timed at nearly ten minutes. Sue's period of titty torture continued for nearly two months. By the end of the two months, Candy, Charlotte, or Charles could use clamps, switches, a leather flogger titty whip, or other leather paddles on Sue's breasts without simultaneous sexual actions and get the older woman hot enough to beg for sex. To Candy's immense surprise, she could make Sue orgasm with no stimulation other than titty torture with clamps and leather paddles. Candy had trained several dozen sub sluts, but had never seen one respond to torture to the point of orgasm as quickly in her training period as Sue had. The next torture target was Sue's succulent pussy. Loving Stepdaughter Ch. 04 I was so fucking hot. The ache in my lower abdomen and cunt sent throbbing waves of pure unadulterated sexual need out through my body in concentric circles of lust and physical need. How do you put into words the feelings of the female body in so much need of an orgasm that the need is a physical sensation bordering on pure pain and it is not directed toward a specific man or even a specific woman, just an all encompassing primordial physical, emotional, and sexual need for an orgasm? Candy had been showing me plenty of attention for the last five days, but her attention was aimed at increasing my sexual and physical need and pain. I could think back to four months ago when she moved into this house that I now lived in with my stepdaughter Charlotte and my husband Charles, who slept with my stepdaughter instead of me. She got his wonderful dick nearly every night as I sat beside their bed with Candy attending to my body. I was forced to watch Charles' cock slide in and out of Charlotte's wet pussy, listen to her moan and groan, and then watch her body jerk and spasm in the throws of another intense orgasm while I sat there with Candy making my frustration ever worse and more painful. On each of these occasions, I was forced to lie on my back on the bed while Charlotte positioned her freshly fucked cunt over my yearning mouth and my own husband's jism dribbled from my stepdaughter's gaping pussy and dropped into my mouth. Then she would settle her pussy onto my willing mouth and would soon squeal in orgasm as I licked, sucked, and nibbled at her pussy and clit. Of course, Candy's pussy would follow. These actions, without any sexual attention being paid to my own body, would be enough to keep me horny, but that was just the visible part of the iceberg. Over the last four months my body had been trained, addicted to periodic episodes of intense orgasms on a schedule set up by Candy, my trainer. For two years, Charlotte had trained me as her sexually submissive slave. She had used combinations of drugs her now deceased mother had developed to make a female body crave sex constantly and greatly. Using these drugs, she had multiplied their effects by adding the physical stimulation of her expert mouth and fingers and my husband's impressive cock while still not allowing me to reach sexual fulfillment, orgasm for five days at a time. But on that sixth day I was fucked, sucked, fingered, vibrated, and fucked some more achieving as many orgasms as my tortured body could manage. Then another five day cycle of sexual frustration and orgasm denial would begin. Four months ago, Charlotte had decided that she wanted to take me to the next level, that of a sub slut or submissive pain slut. Hence, Candy arrived. She was the masochist trainer. She had begun by continuing Charlotte's five day schedule but adding breast punishment to the sixth day. She even managed to make me beg for the nipple clamps, the leather breast flogger, the riding crop, the one inch wide twelve inch long leather paddle, and even needle play in exchange for the o so sweet orgasms that swept through my body like a healing balm when I was finally allowed to come. Candy had kept me at that level, breast torture in exchange for orgasms for two months. Then, slowly, the five days of torment held less and less sexual foreplay and began to include the breast tortures that I had come to associate with the mind shattering orgasms of the sixth day. At this same time, the exchanges I made for orgasms changed from breast torture to pussy torture. The breast torture helped keep me hot, but then the pussy torture became the pain of orgasm and a sweet pain it was. As the pain levels were increased the orgasms became ever more intense and satisfying. Now, I received very little sexual torment during my five days of orgasm denial, only the breast torments that raised my sexual arousal to the brink of bliss just as the sexual torment had before. Of course, the sexual interactions between Charlotte, Charles, and Candy and I on the five days of denial continued for the pleasure of my three tormentors. Candy had been "stimulating" my breasts for the last two hours in preparation of visiting my stepdaughter and husband very shortly. I was tied very tightly to my bed in a spread eagle fashion as Candy sat, her full weight on my abdomen making it difficult to breathe. I could look down at my breasts and see the crimson welts across the tops of each mound, the marks of the leather paddle. I remembered how the burning of the flesh beneath the paddle as it had struck my sensitive mounds had kindled a kindred burning deep within my cunt, which had begun the release of my natural lubricating fluids in a futile preparation for a good fuck. By the time each breast had five of the crimson welts on it, my pussy had opened and was leaking and the dull ache deep in my belly had grown exponentially. Then she had placed the clover clamps on my rock hard nipples placing the leather tab on the ends of the tension chains between my teeth causing me to torture my own nipples with the tension I held on the chains. The stabbing sharpness of the clamps had caused my pussy walls to quake in sympathy with the throbbing pains in my nipples each time my heart beat. At the moment, she was using the 18 inch long metal telescoping pointer with the quarter inch metal sphere at its end. She was whipping the bottoms of my breasts with the thin whippy metal rod. The rod itself left very thin red welts that burned like the fires of hell and the quarter inch ball at its end produced round red welts that would be dark bruises by morning. The only thing hotter in my body than the torturous heat of the thin red welts, were the raging wildfires within my own cunt, belly, and surprisingly, my breasts. But these fires could be quenched with the extinguishing agent that Charles' cock could spray on the fires deep within my cunt. Candy set the rod aside and leaned over placing her lush red lips against mine eliciting a heartfelt moan of sexual desire from my throat as her tongue pushed into my mouth and gently caressed my own cringing tongue. Her right hand reached behind her and the middle finger found my open sloppy wet pussy and slipped gently, slowly into it as her thumb pushed lovingly against my hugely engorged clit and rubbed it. I felt my heart rate and breathing rate spike as the combination of sexually stimulating events, the breast torture, the kiss, and the gentle digital caress of my pussy, pushed me toward a climax like a rampaging race car. My mind spun in a tornadic cycle of blind emotional feelings as I felt the explosion within my depths begin boiling in preparation of overflowing. But Candy was too good at her torturous job to permit me a cheap orgasm. She broke the kiss, pulled her had from my quaking quivering cunt, and slapped first my right tit with a powerful forehand swing of that hand and my left nipple with just her fingernails on the backswing of the same hand. The unexpected intense pain pushed the orgasm back and left me sobbing. She untied me and led me by my hand into my husband's bedroom where Charlotte and he were lying side by side, both naked, kissing and fondling each other. They did not acknowledge our entering their private domain, instead Charlotte rolled onto her hands and knees and Charles moved to kneel behind my stepdaughter in the age old doggie-style position. Candy pushed me toward the bed so I could perform my part of this ritual by grasping my husband's cock and placing the head of it against my stepdaughter's wet pussy. He gently thrust into her and began a rhythmic rocking motion sliding his cock comfortably into and out of her willing pussy. Candy pushed me onto my knees so my face would be exactly in front of Charlotte's with our mouths nearly touching. Charlotte lowered her weight onto her elbows on the bed freeing her hands so they could grasp two handfuls of my hair and pull my lips against hers while she was getting fucked. As we kissed, I felt her mouth surge first forward and then back as Charles' cock pushed her back and forth as he fucked her. I imagined it was my pussy getting fucked and my face pushing in and out against Charlotte's instead of the way it was. After five minutes of tongue interplay, I felt Charlotte's face tighten up and saw her eyes screw tightly shut. A low loud growl escaped her mouth into mine and she started to convulse and spasm in orgasm; that so elusively torturous sensation that I needed so badly. Candy quickly pulled me to my feet and turned my back to the bed so I could slide under Charlotte on my back to lick out my husband's cum from her still quivering cunt. It tasted so good mixed with her pussy juice. After a few minutes of cleaning out her pussy, she sat up straight pushing her pussy down on my face so I could get her off again. A few minutes later, back in our room, Candy inserted the large Y shaped dildo I slept with every night, turned on its vibrating egg deep within my cunt and ass so they would provide no clit stimulation through the night and we went to sleep. As usual, I dreamed the most debauched lurid dreams imaginable; huge cocks in my pussy and ass, Charlotte's sweet mouth eating my pussy, Candy fucking me with her huge strap-on. I know I only have two holes between my legs, but this is a dream. Somewhere, Candy found another one. I woke up to Candy getting out of bed. She removed all of my extra equipment and we walked into the bathroom hand in hand. She sat on the toilet and pissed and I knelt in front of her and cleaned the piss from her cunt and continued licking until she had her first orgasm of the morning. Then I sat and pissed and she licked me clean and licked me to another almost orgasm. We showered together and walked to the den. Charles had the two man Sybian horse set up and I almost screamed in anticipation. I could sit on that contraption and come for hours on end. It was my favorite sixth day activity. Candy walked me to the horse and helped me straddle it and slide the well lubed vibrating cock into my pussy. Charlotte straddled the one in front of me as Candy helped her onto the cock on that horse. Then the torture began again; Candy turned on Charlotte's vibrating, plunging, cock on and began fucking her, while I sat there on the motionless cock and non-vibrating vibrator. "Please turn mine on, Candy," I begged quietly. She just looked at me and laughed quietly. She knew that I would say the secret words shortly. And I did. I was just too fucking horny not to. "Please Candy, hurt my pussy and turn the cock on." Candy grinned at me and went to work. As I watched Charlotte come to her first orgasm of the day, Candy pulled a pussy clamp from under the horse and pulled it up to clamp it on my right pussy lip. The clip hurt horribly, its small dull teeth digging into my soft flesh, but that was only the beginning. I knew from experience that the chain dangling from the pussy clamp went beneath the horse and up into it to hook to the end of the silver cock buried in my pussy. I also knew that as the cock plunged into my pussy, the chains would become taut and pull my pussy lips down opposing the natural movement of my body on the plunging cock. She attached the other clamp and the fun began. I screamed each time the thick long metal cock slid deeply into my pussy making the pussy clamps jerk on my labia causing a terribly but short lived agony on the two stretchy pieces of flesh. The pain sent messages to my brain that initiated the production of the hormones that brought a female to her orgasm. Candy had done her job well. My brain was hard wired now to bring my pussy to orgasm with the pain as the driving force behind it. I screamed and came for over two hours during the morning. Then Charles fucked me with his gorgeous cock while Charlotte used an electric wand to send painful shocks to my nipples, clit, and ass hole. I came screaming in pain again. Charlotte and Candy used their mouths on my pussy for the rest of the afternoon. Each time I approached orgasm the one not eating me off would whip or switch my titties or my ass depending on just what position I was in at that time. I came several more times on their tongues screaming in pain each time. It was another glorious day of blissful ecstatic pleasure. By the time I went to sleep that night, I was anticipating the five days of denial that would inevitably lead me to another blissful day of nearly continual multiple orgasms like today had been. Loving Stepdaughter Ch. 05 Training this sweet bitch was the most exciting thing I'd ever done. Besides the fact that she was naturally sophisticated and a high society lady, she was very beautiful. Her long lean body had all of the right curves, her muscle tone was exceptional for a nearly 40 year old, and her breasts were nice C cups with simply huge nipples resulting from over two years of being forced to endure strong suction cups nearly every night. In addition, her sexual responses were over the top. I was in love with Sue. Unfortunately, I had already agreed to and even signed a contract describing the procedure and naming a price for breaking her and turning her into a sub-slut masochist. The procedure was nearing its end a little ahead of schedule due to the highly sensual nature of the wondrous creature and how easily her beautiful sexuality been turned into masochistic fervor. I had done too good a job. I was preparing her for her nightly venture into her stepdaughter Charlotte's room where she would be tortured by her stepdaughter and Charlotte's father, Sue's husband. Charles did not love Sue and never had. Charlotte's mother had been his first wife, a sexually ambitious biochemist who had patented a prescription for birth control pills that had a secondary effect of highly increasing the sexual desire and capacity of the women who used it. After she died, Charles and Charlotte became lovers. As one of Charlotte's confidants as well as her cousin, I had known all of that. Being just as perverted as her, I also enjoyed using Sue's mouth many times during those two years. When Charlotte decided to break Sue completely and turn her into her personal sub-slut and masochist, I jumped at the chance to Dom the gorgeous woman. Her beauty, sensual nature, and her sweet submissive personality, which should never have been turned masochist, captured my heart and soul. I had to work to hide my tears from my cousin and Charles. Sue had seen me crying one night when I thought she was asleep and asked me what was wrong. "As if a sub --slut like you would care," I growled falling into my Dom persona. She looked at me sadly and I saw a tear run from one eye. "I just thought maybe I could make you feel better if you wanted, Mistress Candy." I felt her sincere warmth and concern and it burned my ass that this woman whom I'd tortured, broken, destroyed, and turned into a crawling masochist, had the personality to be concerned about me. I flew off of the handle. "Yes, you can make me feel better," I shouted as I leaped out of bed. I reached for her and pulled her from the bed by her hair reveling in her cries of pain. I dragged her to the low padded bench and did something I'd never done before, leaned her over it on her back. I quickly secured the always ready Velcro wrist and ankle cuffs leaving her legs wrenched so widely that the muscles of her inner thighs quaked. I picked up my breast flogger and looked at her gaping wet pussy and smiled in anticipation. She wanted to know if she could make me feel better. Her screams would make my blood boil and her mouth would make my pussy sing. Scream she did! I used the flogger on her upturned tits, her stretched and straining abdomen, and most satisfyingly on her wet cunt. After 20 minutes of anger inspired punishment, a mortal sin for a professional trainer and Dominatrix, I threw the whip at the wall in greater anger, the anger of shame now, and sat on the bed and cried like a baby. After some unknown length of time locked within my own feelings and shame, I heard her gentle sobs and moved to release her from her painful position. Once she was on her feet, I knelt in front of her and begged her for her forgiveness. "I am so sorry, Sue," I sobbed out, "a Dom cannot lose control like I just did. It is unforgivable but I ask you to forgive me anyway." Through her tears she said, "I realize that you have been hired by Charlotte and Charles to break me and turn me into a masochist. Part of that process, the biggest part, is torturing me and making me learn to love the pain. You have done that well indeed." She casually slid two fingers into her open pussy and retrieved them coated with her pussy cream. "How can you feel guilty abut that?" I almost passed out! She was still trying to make me feel better even after my anger driven whipping of her tits and pussy. Could she be truly broken? I thought not. A long unspoken conversation passed between us as we stared into each other's eyes. Without saying a word, I took her offered hand and stood. We laid down and I leaned over and kissed her. A Dom is only supposed to kiss her pets when she is in the Dom roll and the sub is helpless or at her command. This kiss was a kiss of pure love. It was then that I knew I was in love with her. She naturally loved me with all of her heart. That was the way of D/s relationships when the Dom is knowledgeable and teaches her pet well. I expected her love, but not her compassion and concern. For now, the only thing I could do to stay near the love of my life, was to continue to fulfill my contract with my cousin. In so doing, I was able to make true love to her during our long nights alone together. During these sometimes torrid nights, I came to the irrefutable conclusion that Sue was far from broken. She had somehow built a compartment within her mind that the torture and humiliation could not penetrate. I tried to strengthen that shielded place and make for her a secret fortress from which she could observe her torture and humiliation but not succumb to its insidious mental destruction. To do this however, I had to appear to do my job. Hence, here I was using syringe needles to prick and pierce Sue's thumb sized nipples eliciting screams of pain, which quickly turned into moans of excited pleasure. I moved my attention to her pussy lips and clit where the screams were louder and longer than her moans of pleasure. At the appointed time, I pulled Sue from the bed and made her stand leaving five needles in each nipple, four in her pussy, and two in her clit. I kissed her gently on the lips seeing the love in her eyes and led her to her stepdaughter and husband. Charlotte was dressed in one of her latex rubber fetish outfits with both pussy and anal dildos in place and hot, slick, pads that vibrated on her aureoles. "Lay her here beside me and get the big Y plug in out for me," she said smiling at her stepmother's pin cushioned body. I retrieved it from the drawer where I knew she kept it and returned to kneel beside the bed where Charlotte laid waiting. I opened her crotch flap and carefully removed the large vibrator she had buried in her. I replaced it with the big Y with the single side inside her pussy. The pussy flap had a center zipper that I unzipped. I placed the two halves of the flap around the Y and re-secured the pussy flap. I attached a latex strap that went from the waist of the outfit in back, through a metal eyelet in the base of the Y, and attached to the waist strap in front locking the wicked Y firmly in place. Charlotte rolled over and held herself on her hands over her stepmother. I greased up the double headed dildo facing Sue and guided each head into Sue's pussy and ass. The torture began. Charlotte lowered her body onto the needle decorated body of Sue and began to fuck both of Sue's holes at once. Charlotte set a rather sedate rate of penetration for the purpose of not ending the torture too quickly. Sue moaned and groaned in pain as the latex outfit hit her body and all of the needles on each down stroke. The mental torture for my love was that the same downward motion that tortured her needle ridden body also brought the ecstasy of being fucked to her orgasm denied body. Her mind twisted on a see saw edge of pleasure and pain that inexorably drove her body to another sanity challenging orgasm at the hands of her cruel stepdaughter. I knew, because it was my job to know, that each of these high intensity orgasms triggered by both sex and pain were more nails in Sue's coffin of a life of misery and torture at Charlotte's hands. Sue's only chance for any kind of happy life, now that I'd ruined her, was a loving owner who would be careful to let Sue keep her sanity. I'd seen so many masochists that had merely been exploited for the pleasure and entertainment they could bring to their owners used up and turned into mindless animals who soon had no one who wanted them. I could not reconcile Sue being used up and discarded to die as a homeless mindless discard. I kept my pain and fear to myself as I watched Charlotte slowly and painfully drag Sue screaming up the pathway to the stars. At least I could be happy and proud of one thing. I had produced a masochist that thoroughly enjoyed her mind shattering orgasms. During our nights of true lovemaking we shared since my epiphany of loving her, she had talked me into using these same needles and bring her to these "near death experience" orgasms as she called them. As penance for my guilt at doing what I'd done to Sue, I used my strap-on and stayed naked. I made sure that each painful needle in her nipples, pussy, and clit had their exposed tips pointing back at me. I suffered the needle torture just as my love did with each thrust. I am not a masochist so I did not get off. Sue, always objected to me doing this, but I insisted explaining that it was my penance for breaking her. She always insisted on sweetly and gently licking my often bloody clit and pussy to orgasm simply because she loved me. Her orgasm this evening was one of those "big ones." Charlotte usually completed her torturing of her stepmother without coming and then turned to husband for both her's and his fulfillment. This was not the case this night. As Sue's orgasm took over her needle pierced body, Charlotte experienced a huge intense orgasm too. She collapsed on top of Sue and lay still except for her rapid breathing. The regular strong movements caused Sue's pain to continue after her orgasm. I wanted to jerk the bitch from Sue's body but did not. Finally, Charles' impatience caused him to tell Charlotte to move over it was his turn. He turned Sue over onto her stomach and, without preparation or lubrication, crammed his cock into her ass hole. She screamed anew in this different but familiar pain. Charles often took her by sodomy. He liked the tight feel of her anal sheath around his cock. The scene between Charlotte and Sue had obviously turned him on big time whetting both his impatience and his excitement. He stroked his wife's ass rhythmically for a few minutes and then began speeding up ever faster until he was hunching like a frantic squirrel. Within moments of that high speed action, he stiffened with his cock buried to its hilt in Sue and began spasming and jerking as his cum flooded her anal canal. Charlotte had watched the ass fuck and it had turned her on. She liked it up the poop chute too and Charles' job for the evening with charlotte had been identified. "You can take this bitch and leave us, Candy," Charlotte said as she rolled to her hands and knees and began working the zippers on the ass panel of her outfit. As it came free, she carefully pulled it straight away from her ass pulling her favorite anal dildo with it. It made an audible "plop" as it cleared her anal sphincter. I helped Sue back to our room where I sat her in the chair I often tied her in for pain training, and began to delicately remove the needles. I started to take her into the shower for a hot invigorating shower, but she surprised me. "No, Candy," she said in her sexy voice, "put on your anal strap-on and fuck my ass again. Charles got me going but he didn't get me off again and I need another one. Please fuck my ass, but please use a lubricant too." I smiled at her request with the certain knowledge that if she was a completely broken masochist she would ask me to NOT use the lube. I stuck the pussy end of my anal vibrator into my pussy and greased up her ass and my anal intruder and bent her over the padded bench. I eased the large intruder in and slowly began fucking her ass. As she reacted to my cock, she began pushing back and I let her control the pace. As she shifted into high, I stopped my motion causing her to keen in disappointment thinking I was going to orgasm denial her. Instead, I raised her ass up a little bit and slid her favorite pink gel vibrator with a clit buzzer on it into place in her cunt. I turned on the buzzer and started fucking her ass again. In a few minutes, she began coming like a river in flood season. For nearly two hours we used various strap-ons and vibrators to thoroughly sate all of our lusts. We slept the sleep of the happy fulfilled slut and dreamed of more evenings where we could fulfill our own fantasies not Charlotte's sadistic ones.