Breaking the Barista Pt. 03

Literotic asexstories – Breaking the Barista Pt. 03 by Dylan1,Dylan1 It took Helen a full six days to make contact and she asked if we could meet. I saw Helen two times over that week but she either didn’t see me or didn’t want to. Once was on campus for a fleeting second and the other in Marleys, the coffee shop. On both occasions we didn’t speak but we did exchange a glance at Marleys.

She was sitting at my usual table and was facing me, her son Graham had his back to me and was unaware of my presence in the shop. They were deep in conversation and she seemed agitated, I could tell by her demeanour that she was uncomfortable when she saw me standing at the counter.

We had not spoken since our last scene and I knew she was avoiding me. As it was not my place to make the first move I decided to play along with the avoidance and let her stew.

Graham on the other hand was the complete opposite, he was positively gushing at school and did all he could to please me. I found a bright yellow, long stemmed daffodil in a small glass vase each day on my desk at school, he must have picked up on the fact from the pictures in my house that they were my favourite flower. This kid was a good one and if I had been twenty years younger, who knows.

I had not had him to my house since the night with his mother but he had pleasured me in the stockroom last Tuesday afternoon which was very nice. He did try to talk about the night last week but I shut him down each time telling him we would talk in time. He was becoming a master with his tongue and would keep a wife very happy indeed in the years to come. I was quite glad he had not seen me in the shop so I took my coffee to go, having my lunch in the park instead.

I phoned Cath, I was meeting up with her on Friday night to talk about this club venture she was getting involved in, apparently she was not only interested in becoming a mistress there but was also thinking of investing quite a lot of cash into it too. She wanted to know my thoughts on the matter and maybe did I think I might like to join her. We talked about all sorts of shit but mostly of what I should do about Helen, she thought much the same as me and to let her make the contact, after all she was the client. It did feel strange though, I think it was because of my relationship with her son that made me feel closer to her than I should be.

Thursday afternoon was my last class for the week, it would be an awkward subject. As part of the degree courses, my students would have two weeks to write a paper on ‘the psychology of incest’ and what it does or does not do to the family. We would have a talk about how common it actually is, and is it more prevalent between fathers/daughters or mothers/sons or siblings.

After our last scene I was wondering if Graham might not turn up for this lesson, I needn’t have worried as he was already in the class when I arrived.

“Miss.” He said. “Before anyone comes in, could I see you later. We need to talk.”

I nodded and smiled, “Yes, meet me at Marleys around five-ish.”

Just then the first group of students started to arrive, I let them all settle for ten minutes and to my surprise we ended up with a full class of nearly sixty.

“Hmmmm,” I said with a smile, “Incest seems mighty popular!”

Most of the students roared with laughter, there were a few that looked uncomfortable with the upcoming subject so I tried to make it as easy as I could.

“Right, there is no easy way to broach the subject and incest is a delicate matter. The society we live in frowns upon it, but you may be surprised to learn that incest is far more common than we are led to believe.”

I picked up my cane and pointed to the graphs I had up on the main board showing the statistics.

“Studies show that probably each of you will know someone that has participated in consensual incest at one point or another, which means at least one or two people seated in this class have likely had sex with a family member.”

Gasps were audible as the students looked around trying to gauge which ones might be involved, if at all any were.

“My next graph shows that it is more common amongst siblings than any other grouping in our graph, but in certain cultures around the globe it is considered normal for the family matriarch or mother to pass on sexual techniques to her sons before their marriage.”

I could hear pencils scribbling madly into note books as I spoke, I looked directly at Graham as I spoke my next words, he was not taking notes but looking intently back at me.

“In certain cultures, marriage can be around or just after the time of puberty so I ask you to use your own imaginations about that one!”

Again I heard gasps and tutting.

“It is commonly thought of that in our culture especially, sons have fantasies about their mothers more than likely because of the forbidden taboo. It does not translate into that same statistic for girls with their fathers though, many girls marry a man like their father but it’s rare for consensual incestual relations. It is thought that at a certain stage of a boy’s life, his mother will become the main object of his sexual imagination. It is widely thought that it probably comes from periods in our far distant history when sons had to protect the family, the women from wild animals or invaders.”

I handed out papers to each pupil in the class, stopping at Grahams seat to see him adjusting the front of his trousers. I smiled at him and dropped his paper into his lap to cover any embarrassment he might be feeling.

“Miss?”

“Yes Sandra.”

Sandra was a beautiful young thing and didn’t usually make herself known, she was normally quite shy and let others take the floor.

“Miss, how many people actually act on the feelings, do you know?” She said in a quiet timid voice.

“Let’s just say a lot, lot more than you would think.” I replied.

“We will get into that more next session, for now I want you all to write a three thousand word paper on why incest is so frowned upon. Use the internet but go careful.” I said with a wink.

“I would prefer you take at least two to three weeks to complete it as we will get further in-depth into the subject over the next two weeks. You will be surprised at how the subject is intertwined with psychology and psychiatry.”

I made my way to Marleys just after five to find Graham sitting at our table waiting. He had two pieces of treacle sponge cake and a couple of lattes on the table, one double cream and sugar. I nodded my approval at his choice and thanked him.

“Ok, what’s up?” I said.

“Miss, the lecture today. I, erm, well I,”

I reached out a hand and laid it into the back of his,

“Say it, don’t be nervous.”

I had a feeling what was coming, I had seen him a couple of times since our sex session with his mother and knew it was troubling him.

“My mum, I know it was her. In the house, in your playroom. I know it was her.”

I raised my coffee to my lips and took a slow mouthful of cream, licking the cream from my lips I looked him in the eyes, cocked my head and said just one word.

“And?”

“And, AND?” he asked, a little louder.

“And.” I repeated in a quiet voice.

“You made me fuck my own mother in the ass!” He hissed under his breath.

“It has been so awkward at home for the last week knowing what I know. I couldn’t look her in the eyes, she knows something is wrong……Does she know it was me? She doesn’t know, does she?”

He had panic in his voice now so I put him at his ease.

“No. She knows it was someone young, someone around your age but she doesn’t know it was you, don’t worry. Unless………do you want her to know?” I said with a raised brow.

“God no!” he said, a bit too quickly.

I smiled and thought to myself, ‘oh he soooo wants his mother to know’.

I dropped him home and spent the whole evening pampering myself in a nice hot bath with oils. I had no clients for the whole weekend, in fact tomorrow I would be the client, I had Marcus my personal trainer coming over at 9am for a session. I tried to train at least twice a week to keep up my stamina and figure, as I neared the dreaded middle age I wanted to look as good as I possibly could. I have been told by quite a few that I look ten years younger than I actually am, I hope that its not just flattery.

I woke at 6.30am and had a quick shower followed by a coffee and one piece of buttered toast. My 5k run flew by in a record time of just over twenty minutes, I started running a year ago and my times then were touching thirty so in barely a year I had knocked a third off. I was proud of myself and my personal trainer would be too I thought.

At home I had a quick juice and piece of mango before Marcus turned up. He put me through my paces over the next few hours and when we were done I was glad that I had taken the weekend off.

I relaxed on a lounger in the back garden with a white wine topping up my tan, I had another four hours before Cath was due.

The phone woke me at 3pm, I must have dozed off and it startled me, it was Helen.

“Hello, Abi.”

It took me a second to register her voice as I was still half asleep.

“Helen?” I asked.

“Yes.” She said. “We need to talk, I need to see you.”

My fuddled brain started to clear and I said. “You need to, do you?”

“Sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean as harshly as it came out. Can we meet, please.”

“That’s better.” I said in a sterner voice. “You have a session booked for next Tuesday, can it not wait for then?”

“No, no, I really need to talk. My head is in turmoil, you have opened something in me that I had no idea was there. I am not sure I am ready to walk through the door that you have opened.”

“Helen, my dear Helen, we are both in the business of the mind. We both know that hidden fantasies, desires and the like only come to the fore if we truly wish them too don’t we?”

The phone went silent.

“My job is to find those desires, those delicious little fantasies and push the right buttons to bring them kicking and screaming to the surface.”

“But, but…..”

“Quiet Helen. Any buttons and triggers I find I will push, and I will push them hard until they can be pushed no more. Do you understand me Helen? On Tuesday evening we will push those buttons again and again. That is, if you still plan on keeping our appointment.”

Again the phone was quiet.

“Helen?”

“Yes……Mistress.”

I hit the red button and disconnected the call. Settling back into my lounger I took the wine bottle from the cooler and celebrated with another glass.

“Hi babe.”

Cath came crashing through the door like a bulldozer carrying flowers, chocolates and an expensive onion shaped bottle of cognac.

She ran up the hallway dropping the flowers and chocolates onto the floor, kicked off her shoes sending them flying and disappeared into the toilet.

“Phew.” She said as she reappeared, “I’m getting old, I nearly didn’t make that!”

We spent a lovely hour catching up and making nibbles in the kitchen before taking our spoils into the lounge to relax.

“So, what is this club all about then?” I asked.

She smacked her lips and looked thoughtfully at me before saying,

“Well, it is time I settled down. Don’t get me wrong, I have loved every minute of my life but it is time to get a proper job.”

I laughed, probably a little to much and she looked a little offended.

“Seriously Abi, I need my pension sorted.”

This made me laugh even more and I snorted my mouthful of cognac through my nose which hurt tremendously making me laugh until I had tears in my eyes.

“Fuck you Abs, I am serious!”

She was starting to giggle a bit now too, mainly at the state I had gotten myself into. I had cognac and snot dripping from my nose desperately groping around trying to find a tissue.

After we had calmed down she told me of her plans to invest in the new club in London. It was to be a very upmarket place with exclusive VIP membership, she was to be in partnership with three others. Luke Patterson, Brian Chambers and the third person I didn’t know but I had heard of her, Mistress Chemise. She was a formidable mistress from New York and very well known on the kink scene, she owned two clubs in the states and wanted to expand her empire. Luke and Brian were both Masters from the Newcastle club scene.

She told me that members would pay a yearly subscription fee with extra’s to be paid depending on the scene they required. The club would employ general staff and security to run the day to day comings and goings such as cleansing and bar-works. There would be five male masters and four female mistresses to work solely for the club seven days a week. The four partners would be overseeing everything and participating as and when required.

“We have a property in Islington, north London that is being renovated as we speak. It will have seven dungeons with galleries for viewing, private rooms, bars and a club standard dancefloor with DJ’s. We are gearing up for 500-1000 members. It will see me into my old age.”

It seemed like a sound idea and she had been saying for ages that she wanted a new venture, this sounded ideal.

“So?” asked Cath. “What do you think, would you consider a post as one of the four mistresses?”

“Me?”

“Yes, we could sort out the salary, time off for your own things when it suits you best. Seriously, Abs, what do you think?”

I was floored, I was not expecting this.

“You don’t have to decide right now but I do need to know within a month. If you do decide yes, I need to introduce you to the others. We all get to vouch for one Domme each, you are mine.”

I am not usually speechless but on this occasion I had no words at all.

“Ok, but please think about it Abi, the four of us have sunk an absolute fortune into this and have huge ambitions for it. This club will become the premier VIP venue for kink in the whole of Europe.”

She could see I was surprised by her offer and decided to let it go for now continuing with,

“So enough about me, what’s going on with you then?”

She poured us another large drink each as I told her about my plans for mother and son, Cath’s hand was wedged into her lap as I told her of my last scene with them.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” she hissed. “I need to see this, can I?”

“I am not sure how unless it is done without their knowledge and to be honest I think too much of them to do that.”

“How about we double team them like we used to in the old days?” she said.

It made me think of the times we used to whip and fuck the living daylights out of rich businessmen in Manchester, “Maybe.” I said. “Leave it with me.”

Two days later and I was back at work, the weekend went far to fast but it was nice and relaxing to have no clients and just myself for company for 48hrs. On my afternoon break I received a call from Helen, she asked if we could meet in the little Italian restaurant in town for dinner, her treat. I had nothing on so I told her I would be there for 9pm.

I got there a little early again because I like to be in control and could choose the table and my position at it. Helen came through the door spot on 9pm and it was clear she was dressed to impress. She wore a tight black leather pencil skirt with hose and sky high heels, the waiter took her jacket to reveal a baby pink almost see-through blouse and matching bra beneath it. Her make-up looked like it had been done professionally and she looked ravishing. I was hungry, I could’ve ate her on the table right there and then.

She looked nervous and waited for me to invite her to sit which I did by a hand gesture.

“You look stunning Helen, for me?” I enquired.

“Yes mistress.” She replied.

It made me happy to hear the respect in her voice.

We ordered and over dinner we talked quietly, it was a quiet night so we had little problem of being overheard by others.

She leant in and whispered.

“You have opened doors for me that I am scared stiff to go through. That night last week has been playing over and over in my mind, if I am honest it scares me that I enjoyed it far more than I should’ve.”

“Helen,” I said, as reassuringly as I could. “You of all people know that sex is best when it involves sexual mind games, I played with your mind, but you know that. I made you think of your son being that young man fucked your tight ass, it was set-up for you to think that and enjoy.”

I could see the confusion in her face and almost hear the cogs in her mind as it spun trying to make sense of her feelings.

“The problem is, all I can think of now is Graham as that young man. I am sure he thinks something is off at home, I am avoiding him as much as I can and actually masturbated thinking of him last night in bed.”

God my gusset drenched with juice as she said that, I had to squeeze my thighs together to try and stop the flow.

“You are afraid that you might bring your fantasy into the real world?” I said in my best therapists voice, “let me put that another way.”

I thought of the right words to say before continuing,

“You are afraid that you WILL bring your incestuous feelings into the real world, you want me to make you fuck your son for real.”

She looked horrified with my words and her eyes dropped instantly to the table cloth between us. I reached across the table and took her hand into mine before saying,

“Helen you know that anything that we discuss or that happens will stay strictly confidential between us, it might take some planning but what would you say if I could arrange it.”

I heard her groan, it was a groan of sexual release. I would’ve sworn she just had a small orgasm while sitting at the table. She squeezed my hand and kept her head lowered but raised her eyes to see me intently waiting for her response. Helen chewed on her lower lip and I could see she desperately wanted to say no but nodded her head yes even though her brain was screaming at her to get these thoughts out of her head.

The next day I rang Cath.

“Cath, I need your help on Tuesday evening, you can sleep over because it might be a long night. You up for a mother and son?”

“I’ll cancel everything, what time.” She gushed.

We sorted the arrangements to meet at mine around midday and to bring certain equipment for the evening.

As far as mother and son were concerned, Helen had no idea of my involvement with Graham but he knew she was one of my clientele. I told him to be cordial around his mother for the week and to be if anything, extra nice to her. I assured him that she had no idea of his involvement with me so there was no way she would’ve assumed it was him last week. I did tell him that it was playing on her mind that she had had sex with someone her sons age though which she had enjoyed immensely.

I told Graham to eat light again on Monday, I also gave him two enema’s to use. One for 11am, the other at 4pm and to be at my house for 7pm. I also told him that in the next session another woman would be joining us, a friend of mine.

He seemed unsure but I knew that as the sexual submissive that he was, he would do whatever I told him to do.

Cath arrived at 1pm and helped me to strip the spare room down to just walls and a carpet. All the furniture was crammed into my main bedroom. I had had Ronald at short notice fix two hooks at six feet apart into ceiling joists, with two more directly below them in the center of the room. I enjoyed having him do work for me because his face was always a picture of wonderment at my requests. By now of course he knew who and what I was because of all the adjustments and work I had had him do, but I was absolutely certain that he would keep my secret. It helped that I paid him vast amounts in cash, but I had also promised him a future contract with Cath’s permission, a lucrative ongoing job in London for at least five years.

With Cath’s help I would cuff Graham to the St Andrews cross in the playroom, Helen would be spread eagled in the spared room tied with leather bounds to all four fixing points.

Myself and Cath spent the afternoon planning the upcoming events and got ourselves ready, Helen arrived first at around six as instructed. She was confused at first when she saw another woman in my lounge and very nearly backed out and fled but in my sternest voice after telling her to sit, she did.

“This is Mistress Catherine, she is a dear friend and you will follow any command she gives you as if it was my own, is that understood Helen?”

Helen looked like she was about to cry.

“I said, is that understood Helen?”

“Y-Yes mistress.” She whispered.

“Good. Now strip!”

“What!”

I smashed my riding crop onto the table top sending small items of crockery flying making both Cath and Helen start.

“Get stripped Helen, I will NOT tell you again!”

She was naked within two or three minutes and sat in the chair with her hands between her legs.

“Stand up, stand with hands at your side. Open those legs wider, show us what we have to play with tonight Helen.”

I was far more forceful with her than I had been to date and she complied with my orders without question. Cath gave me a look and a nod of approval at the way I commanded my slave.

“Tonight, both myself and Mistress Catherine with take turns to use and abuse you at our will, we will take you beyond the places you have only ever dreamed of, IF you are a good girl.”

Helen squirmed and I could see her trying to close the tops of her thighs together,

“Open those legs wider!”

She did and shuffled her feet about three feet apart. I traced her wet pussy lips with the end of the crop making her squirm a bit more, she glanced at Cath sitting at the table.

“Get those eyes to the floor!” I screamed.

He head snapped downwards, “Get on your knees and crawl to Mistress Catherine, beg her forgiveness.

Helen dropped to her knees and started to crawl the distance between us and the table, I cracked the whip into the white fleshy upturned buttocks as she made her way. She yelped as each hit got progressively harder and by the time she was sitting at my friends feet she had five red welts forming.

Cath opened her legs and looked down at Helen beckoning her closer.

“Well?” She asked.

Helen raised her gaze to see Cath gesture with her eyes to gap between her thighs.

Helen looked sideways at me, “You may Helen.” I said.

She nosed in closer between Cath’s thighs smelling her arousal and kissed the inside of her thighs. Cath grabbed her hair and pulled her face into her crotch quickly and unceremoniously. When she released her, Helens face was covered in her arousal.

Helen raised her arm to wipe it off,

“Leave it!” Cath commanded, she did as instructed and left it shining on her lips and chin.

Cath stood and took out a collar and leash, she attached it around Helens neck and led her upstairs to the spare room. While she was getting her into the restraints up there I had ten minutes to prepare for Grahams arrival. I checked my look, applied extra make-up where needed and sprayed a little perfume to the insides of my thighs and neck.

Tonight I had gone full-mistress in my apparel, a full leather bustier cut high on the thighs. Knee high patent leather stiletto boots and barely black pantyhose. Dark eyeshadow with ruby red lips and blusher, a long leather bullwhip with a shiny rosewood handle hung in a loop on my hip. I would make a chilling sight as I opened the door to a young innocent boy like Graham.

The chimes on the front door rang at precisely 7pm and I expected nothing less of him. The look on his face as I opened the door was something I will remember until my dying day, it was the look I was hoping for.

He was dressed smartly, a blazer, chino’s and shoes, shoes! I had only ever seen him in casual jeans and trainers and didn’t even know he had such things as shoes. He looked older than his years, quite grown up. It looked good on him but for tonight I wanted the child, the boy for his mother. He at this point had no idea his mother was upstairs, tied naked by the wrists and ankles open to whatever our bidding required tonight.

I invited him in, he produced a box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers from behind his back as he entered with a smile. I loved this kid to bits.

I pushed him against the wall and kissed him full on the lips smearing his face with my lipstick, I felt his young cock rising and pushing into my stomach. Releasing him I told him to put the flowers in the vase In the kitchen, leave all of his clothes on the kitchen table and meet me naked back in the lounge.

The nakedness of a young boy never fails to arouse me and his twenty year old frame was lean and magnificent. I noticed he had manscaped after our last encounter, I liked it and every pubic hair had gone. His cock stood proud and longed to be caressed which I did as he came in close for another kiss.

This time I grabbed his balls tightly with my left hand as I stroked his cock with my right. He squirmed at my touch and I squeezed tighter with my left. He put up a valiant effort but is knees started to buckle as I pulled the sack away from his body, I smacked the shaft hard sending a rope of precum flying across the room.

“Clean that off the floor with your tongue and nothing else,” I scowled.

He dropped to his knees instantly licking his remnants off of the carpet.

“Good boy.” I said, stroking the back of his head.

“Tonight, I am going to whip you, stroke you, fuck you and then whip you again, stand up!”

He stood as bare and hairless as the day he was born, his cock bobbed in front of him and another strand of precum threatened to drop to my carpet.

“If that drops before you eat it, I will thrash you until you cry like a baby. Is that understood?”

A millisecond later he had scooped it up onto his fingers and they were sucked between his lips, it made me smile.

“Turn.” I said, giving a twirling motion with my hand.

He turned full circle, “Again.” I said, stopping him when he was facing away from me. His young firm ass was beautiful, the muscles rippled as I stroked his buttocks. I traced one finger between the crack up and down making him sigh and shiver.

“Bend over, touch your toes.”

He did.

The hamstring muscles went tight, they pulled his ass muscles taught under my palms.

“Reach back, open that beautiful asshole to me boy. Did you clean it as instructed?”

“Yes mistress.”

I had this twenty year old kid at my mercy and if everything went as planned, he would do anything for me tonight.

I crouched behind him and looked closely at my prize, his ass was truly beautiful. I leant in and swiped my tongue up and over his rosebud making him cry out in pleasure, his cock jumped and shot out another rope of precum.

“Sorry, sorry mistress.” He stammered, “Sorry.”

“Stay in that position, hold you ankles.” I said.

I stood and walked two paces back, “You will get six from the crop for not having the control I require of you. Not one sound!”

‘Whack, whack.’

The first two hit hard, he flinched but I admired his control.

The next four got progressively harder until the sixth raised a welt instantly, it was the hardest I had hit him so far by a long way and he still stayed silent. I rewarded him by rubbing a soothing cream onto the afflicted area and knelt to lick his asshole again.

He had not let go of his ankles the whole time which was impressive, I had had slaves of twice his age let go and leap across the room in pain before now.

When his ass was good and wet I said,

“I hope you are clean up there because myself and my friend are going to take turns in taking it all night.”

To emphasise the matter I shoved two fingers straight in with no warning making him temporarily let go of his ankles.

“I told you to hold still, six more!”

Six more blows of the crop rained down onto his exposed red ass making him this time cry out in pain, to give him credit though he didn’t let go of his ankles.

“You are learning, I whispered into his trembling ear.”

Then I plugged the hole with a medium size butt-plug.

I took the other collar into my hand fingering the soft leather and attached it to his neck, leading the way upstairs making sure he had a great view of my behind, I exaggerated the sway of my ass just inches from his nose as we climbed.

I had told Cath to leave the far end door open so we could see Helen spreadeagled as we stepped into the playroom. She was naked, bound by the wrists and ankles with a soft black leather hood over her head. Cath was busily shoving a large dildo into her snatch while every now and again whipping her with the soft pleather flogger. She had red stripes covering her chest and stomach area.

“Who……”

“Shhhhh.” I said, putting a finger to his lips, not a word.

Leading Graham into the playroom I instructed him to get in position to be locked into place on the cross.

“Face against the cross boy, turn around. That cock will get a turn but only after I get that sweet young ass.”

He turned and I locked the cuffs into place, this time I placed three padded pillows between him and the cross forcing his ass out giving me unrestricted access.

Quickly pulling and pushing on the ring of the butt-plug, I fucked his ass for a few seconds making him groan. When I pulled it clear it popped out with ease, he was open and ready for me. He stood roughly six-two so the height of my heels made it a perfect alignment to slide a strap-on into him, I had attached on my eight inch vibrating one while admiring his physique.

“I have been dreaming all week about taking this nice tight ass again.” I breathed into his ear.

Lining it up perfectly I held his waist and pushed, I felt the air slowly leave his lungs as I slid in. I adored this feeling, the feeling of absolute power over a man. To fuck him hard or soft, slowly or fast, he was in the palm of my hand to do with as I wished.

I peered around him to see his cock dripping and swinging free, it had nowhere to go. The pillows had stopped him from pushing it into the wood of the cross, he had no purchase to get any satisfaction from. He just had to grin and bear the fucking he was about to receive.

“You can scream, you can swear, but you cannot escape. There are no safe words tonight, I will fuck you until you bleed. I will fuck you until the balls between your legs have no more spunk to give.”

I of course had no intention of this but he didn’t know that. I felt him tremble at my words but again to his credit he made no sound. I pushed until I felt my thighs touch his buttocks then made small slight movements in and out, his breath became shallow as I slowly fucked. My mind wandered as to how Helen was faring in the other room, I heard muffled sounds coming down the hallway accompanied by the odd sound of a whip cracking against soft flesh.

Looking around his waist I saw that his cock had become a bit limp, this often happens but it only takes a few strokes to get it back up to full hardness. I pulled his skin back and slid the palm of my hand around his wet knob-end and hey-presto, it was back to full strength.

Graham had started to meet my thrusts by pushing back every time I pushed in, this boy was a natural submissive. I bet in time I could get him to take a real cock, I pondered on that for the future as I started to fuck harder.

I flicked the on switch and the dildo buzzed into life making him cry out in pleasure and surprise, it did it for me too and buzzed directly onto my clitoris. He was banging back into me hard now, I think he was trying to get an orgasm anyway he could, I couldn’t have that so I withdrew leaving him humping midair.

I took the bullwhip from my hip and unwound it slipping it across his bare shoulders letting him see it.

“Are you ready for this?” I said.

“No mistress, please.” He whimpered.

“Awwww, just the one, to see how it is.” I said in a girly voice.

“Ready, breath out. Get all of the air from your lungs.”

I heard him blow out then I cracked it across his back diagonally, he couldn’t scream as he had no air in his lungs but his whole body writhed in agony. I immediately slid my hand between his legs and stroked his softening cock from behind, he was dripping wet. Precum was flowing freely from his heavy shaft and it began to swell in my fingers.

“Good boy, my good boy. Well done, just the one more then its over.”

I saw him nod as the tears fell from his face.

“Yes….Mistress.” he muttered softly.

I decided he needed a reward before the next strike so I crouched behind him and licked that beautiful little hole again, it didn’t take long before his cock was at full mast and he was groaning in extasy again. I couldn’t resist it and slipped my cock into his ass one more time, the buzzing sent me over and sunk my nails into the flesh of his hips as I orgasmed, I could tell he was close too so I had to stop.

Standing back 7-8 feet I swung, the stinging tip of the whip connected with his right buttock making him scream in pain. It caused Cath to come running into the playroom,

“Abs, all ok?” she said in a concerned voice.

“Ouch.” She winced as she saw a small trickle of blood start to make its way down Graham’s cheek. He was openly sobbing now and his shoulders were heaving up and down.

“I thought you said he was new to this?”

“He can take it.” I replied. “How is yours doing?”

“I think she is ready for him, I have had her right on the edge for over an hour and she is begging for release.”

We both uncuffed Graham and helped him down, his cheeks were puffy and his eyes wet.

“No more mistress, please. No more.”

“Shhhh,” I said cradling him into my breast, “you get your reward now.”

Purposely putting the crop and the whip aside in his view we took him one on each arm into the spare room. His eyes opened wide to the sight of a naked woman suspended from the ceiling by ropes, her legs spread open and tied by the ankles to the floor. On her head was a black leather hood but what took his breath was the dildo’s pistoning into her pussy and ass from either side.

They were on long pistons fixed to machines and attached between her legs to the floor. Both were slowly ploughing in and out and her groans of pleasure filled the room. She couldn’t escape the relentless pounding of them because if she moved forward it sent the vaginal one deeper, if she moved back it put the anal one in further. It kept her so close but never put her over the edge of a climax.

“Is she ok?” Graham asked turning to Cath.

“She is fine, do you know who it is?

We could see her stomach muscles fighting with the machines as she struggled to get her release.

I smiled at him and said, “Who would you like to see under the hood?”

He looked like a deer in the headlights, I could see that he didn’t want to say the name but we could tell just by the way his cock had risen back to full hardness that he only wanted it to be one person.

“Is it?” he whispered.

Her groans of frustration doubled as Cath pulled on the chain that her full blooded nipples were attached by clamps to. They were almost cries of pain as she pleaded with Cath to let her cum.

The look on Grahams face was wonderful as he heard her voice, “mum,” he whispered under his breath.

“Your reward.” I said. “Do you want her, she needs desperately to be fucked.”

He was speechless and just nodded.

Cath smiled at me as she turned the vaginal device off to wails of protest from Helen.

“On your knees boy,” I said, kicking the back of his knee and pushing him down by his shoulder.

“Hands behind your back.”

‘Click’ the handcuffs held his hands in place.

“Now crawl on your knees to mummy, stop when you get to that delicious soaked cunt.”

Cath took his leash in hand and guided him across the floor until his face was inches from his mothers wet snatch. She held his leash from behind with one hand and pushed his mother back onto the anal device as I took the hood from his mother’s head.

She blinked into the light, drool was dripping from her mouth and she looked dishevelled, her hair was tangled and her mascara had run in streaks down her cheeks. As she got used to her surroundings she saw the man positioned between her legs, she instinctively pushed out to his face to try to get sexual relief.

Cath flicked a button and the anal dildo went into overdrive sending her into a frenzy. It was a blur fucking her ass on full power sixty times a minute. She screamed and pushed herself into his face and was babbling now incoherently.

Graham looked up into his mothers eyes but they were closed tightly shut.

“Open your eyes Helen.” I said.

Cath took a hold of a clump of Helens hair and directed her gaze downward to the man between her legs, the man who she was frantically trying to mount his face.

“Open them Helen!”

“NOOOOOO.” She cried.

“OPEN THEM SLUT!” Cath hissed into her ear.

Helen edged her eyes open to see her own son kneeling at her feet, she groaned a primeval sound I don’t think I had ever heard before.

“Lick her Graham, lick your mothers cunt.” I said into his ear as my tongue snaked into it.

He dove in, he literally dove straight in like a man who needed this food to survive.

Cath held the back of his head but to be honest he needed no encouragement, he licked and sucked like his life depended on it.

Helen screamed in release above him writhing around bucking back and forth, she was bucking so wildly that it seemed like she was trying to wrap her whole pussy over his head as she came. I would need to have a word with Ronald about extra soundproofing if we ever did this again.

Helen came on her sons face like a tsunami, I had seen her squirt but not like this. The poor boy nearly drowned, it was literally like someone had tipped a bucket of water on his head. Cath was pushing him into his mother and furiously rubbing herself off at the same time, he couldn’t do anything except go with the flow because he was cuffed.

Cath let go of the poor boys hair after her own release, it was only then that saw the state of him and he was drenched. Helen was a gibbering wreck still tied to the hooks in the ceiling, her legs were limp and couldn’t hold her upright. The anal vibrator was still pumping into her on full power and she was still twitching and shaking minutes for after from the sheer force of her orgasm. Poor Graham had still not had any sexual release at all but was now focussed totally on his mother, he was concerned that she was ok.

Cath grabbed some warm towels as myself and Graham unhooked his mother, I am glad he was there because she was a dead weight and flopped into his strong arms. He carried her to my bed and laid her on the quilt, Cath bathed her body with flannels and the warm towels while Graham soothed her with soft words.

She started to come around and grabbed him with both arms smothering him in kisses.

“Mum, mum,”

“Shhhhh.” She said. “Fuck me.”

Graham looked up at me standing beside them as if to ask my permission, I smiled down at him and nodded.

I felt like I was intruding on a very private moment and whispered to Cath that we should leave. Cath looked horrified and it was obvious that she wanted to witness the unholy coupling of mother and son, to be honest I did too but felt uncomfortable staying.

I felt someone take my hand and looked down, Helen had taken it in hers and mouthed ‘thank you’

I turned to leave but she held me tight,

“Mistress, stay and watch my son fuck me.”

I looked across at Cath, she had a mile wide grin and shrugged.

Graham moved between his mother’s open legs and slid himself inside her and for the next ten minutes I saw the most loving sexual act I had ever been witnessed. Helen held on to her boy like he was a life-raft and would die if she let go. He was embedded inside her in an embrace that shocked both myself and Cath, there was no rutting like we expected. This was pure love and tenderness, we both actually teared up.

Neither of us were expecting to be moved in the way we were, to us it is a job. Now and again you get a client that you feel a certain way about but neither of us had ever experienced something like this. This had started out as a titillating, maybe even a nasty scene and ended as the most loving thing I had ever witnessed. When Graham eventually emptied his seed into his mother it was like an act of pure love, I cried.

“Fuck, what is wrong with me!” I cried to Cath turning to her to see she had tears falling from her face too.

We left them to their privacy and vacated the room going down to the lounge.

“What a pair of fucking useless mistresses we are!”

“I know!” she said wiping her face with a tissue sniffing up the tears, “That was definitely not what I was expecting.”

“Me neither. I thought it was going to be the most exciting, nasty thing I had ever seen, instead it was the most beautiful.”

We both drank half a bottle of wine wondering what to do now. Mother and son were still in my bedroom and didn’t look like they were coming down anytime soon.

“Abi, where are we going to sleep?”

The question came so far out of left field that it tickled me, it tickled a part of me that just kept tickling. It was one of those times that no matter how hard you try to stop laughing, you can’t.

We must have both fallen asleep on the sofas because I awoke to noise from the kitchen at 6am. Helen and Graham had stayed the night, she was getting a glass of water.

I was still dressed as Mistress Abi when I stood watching her fill her glass, she must’ve sensed me behind her because she turned. She looked embarrassed and apologised for staying and mumbled something about mistresses.

“Helen, no apologies needed. That was the most loving thing I have ever seen, and please, today its Abi.”

I held out my arms and she came running, we embraced like old friends reunited.

“Thank you,” she said, “Thank Cath too but we have to go now, myself and Graham have a lot to talk about at home.”

With that I heard Graham come bounding down the stairs and into the doorway, he made a beeline for me giving me a hug and a loving kiss on the lips which raised a brow on Helen.

“Thank you mistress.” He said lovingly and hugged me again.

Two minutes later they were gone leaving me and Catherine dressed to the nines alone and to be honest, a little depressed. Was my life going to be one of a lone existence, witnessing the love that I saw last night overwhelmed me and I wished that I had that.

A mothers love for her child didn’t usually mean what we saw last night but both myself and Cath were left in no doubt that their love was pure and unconditional. Neither of us two would ever know that and it felt horrible.

It had never worried me before, but seeing the love that they shared last night made me wish I had had children.

Myself and Cath spent the day together, drinking and cooking. I decided to dive into her venture with her and make the move back to London.

That was nineteen years ago, I stayed at Cath’s club for nearly seven years until I met someone on my level. He is a lovely man from Hamburg, a widower with three young girls. He came into the club one night and had been recommended by our outgoing chief of security to take over. There was something about this man and it was instant for me, he had a presence that commanded respect.

He had served in the UK forces for twenty five years nearly dying once or twice and needed stability and a slower lifestyle for his girls. He has changed me and he is now my Dom, I love him and would do anything for him.

I have been privileged to have been allowed to adopt Heidi, Kate and Jill. It was on my 60th birthday that I officially became the mother to three of the most wonderful teenagers I had ever met. All three girls asked me if I would become their mother for real and it was the happiest day of my life.

I was lucky enough to be given the opportunity to take shares in the club, I invested on a return for my own retirement which returns a big dividend each year. Cath was right, we became the go-to venue in the BDSM world for all the rich and famous. She now has partnerships in the clubs in Sydney, L.A. and Madrid.

My hubby John has his army pension and has his fingers in so many pies that we are very comfortably off. He doesn’t talk much about his army life but he does suffer night terrors, he wont tell me what he did but it obviously troubles him. One or two of his old buddies have memberships at the club and are all domineering men, we have them around for dinner with their wives sometimes and I get snippets of information from them of who John was. He can be a scary man but loves me and his girls to pieces. I never ever dreamt that my life would turn out this way, I am a housewife, mum and hopefully one day a grandmother.

Funny how life turns out.

The End.