It was like I was truly awakened for the first time in my life. My body was alive, my heart was alive, and my soul was alive in ways I never imagined possible. Every moment of every day I ached for them.
I spent the entire day electrified from my head to my toes. My anticipation mounted further and further as the day dragged on, and I couldn’t help but run a thousand different scenarios through my head as I wondered what was coming.
The closer it got to six o’clock, the more excited I became, and finally I needed to do something to occupy myself, so I decided to start getting ready ahead of time.
I gave myself a manicure and pedicure, exfoliated my skin, and made myself as clean and smooth as possible. I took a shower and shaved my legs, perfuming myself lightly and making sure my hair and makeup were done perfectly. I wanted to please them as thoroughly as I could in every possible way, just as they’d promised to do for me. And if our last encounter was any hint of what was in store, I knew I would be pleased beyond measure.
Then it was just a waiting game. The hours ticked by as I waited for the boys to come home. I tried reading. I tried watching television. I tried video games. Nothing could take my mind off what surely was coming later.
Finally, I decided to just take a nap. It was the only thing that might make the time pass by more quickly. I set an alarm on my phone to wake me up at five o’clock so that I could be ready well ahead of time.
Chapter Two
I was already waiting, naked and ready, well before the boys got home. I was sitting on the couch with my legs crossed and my hands folded neatly in my lap. Their eyes began to devour my body the moment they walked through the door, and they smiled in such a way that I shivered from the anticipation of what was to come.
Harry entered the room right after they got home and suggested the two of them take showers and quickly return. Reluctantly, they left to do so, and Harry sat down beside me and began running his fingers up and down my arm with slow, gentle strokes. My skin erupted with goose bumps, and my nipples stiffened.
“Are you ready to begin your training?” he whispered into my ear as he nuzzled my neck.
“I am,” I answered.
“You must learn to obey without question,” he told me. “Whether you are shy, embarrassed, or even angry, you must obey. We will never make you do anything you truly don’t want to do, but you must trust us to know what you will like, even when you may think you won’t.”
“I understand,” I said.
He planted slow, gentle kisses along the top of my shoulder and the tender flesh of my neck, and he groped my breast, palming my stiff nipple. I could feel the warmth between my legs, signaling my growing arousal.
“Today, you will learn to obey without restraints,” Harry told me. “Later, we will restrain you to teach you further obedience. And, if you ever step out of line, you will learn to take your discipline.”
“Yes, sir,” I responded.
His hand fell from my breast, sliding down my quivering stomach and sliding between my legs. He cupped my pubic mound in his hand and squeezed it teasingly, and then he slid his finger between my labia and found my wetness. He moved his finger slowly and deliberately, taking some of my wetness and massaging it into my clit in tiny circles. I began to squirm against his touch, desperate for release from the ache of desire that had followed me around all day.
“Does that feel good?” he purred into my ear.
“Oh, yes,” I whispered.
“I bet you want to cum, don’t you?” he asked me.
“Yes, sir, I do,” I responded.
“You will,” he promised me. “But you must first please your family. Only then will you be allowed your pleasure.”
He continued to tease me, licking my nipples, nibbling my neck, fingering me so gently and slowly that any pleasure I derived was enough to drive me to the edge of distraction, but not enough to bring me to climax.
Soon, the boys returned from their showers, both naked and clearly read for action. Their erections were already rising, and when they saw their father touching me, they immediately stiffened further.
Noah palmed his cock and began to stroke it, further intensifying my arousal. He approached me and began to masturbate in front of my face, and I wanted to take him between my lips, but I waited to be told to do so.
“Do you like my cock,” Noah asked me.
“Oh, god, yes!” I answered, licking my lips.
“Do you want to suck my cock?” he asked.
“Yes, very much!” I gasped.
“Not yet,” he chuckled.
“Stand up,” Harry ordered me.
I immediately obeyed.
“Bend over and place your palms on the coffee table,” Harry said.
I bent over as instructed.
“Spread your legs so we can see you better,” Harry said.
I complied.
I felt hands groping me. Multiple sets of hands squeezed my ass, fondled between my legs, massaged my breasts, and stroked their way over my back, hips, belly and thighs. My legs began to tremble as my arousal mounted almost to the point of causing me to pass out. I could feel my wetness dripping down my inner thighs.
“My, my,” said Harry. “You are wet indeed. Do you like being our obedient girl?”
“Yes, sir!” I answered.
“You may touch yourself while we watch,” Harry said. “But do not make yourself cum. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
I slid my hand between my legs and parted my lips. My finger gathered some of my wetness and I began to massage my clit. This sent shivers racing through me, and I had to freeze for a moment, because I was so turned on I nearly came upon the first touch.
“Ohh,” I moaned, squeezing my legs together to suppress my orgasm. I paused, and then slowly began to touch myself again.
My clit was so sensitive that I had to mostly avoid it. Instead, I focused on sliding my fingers in and out of me. This offered me some relief without sending me too far over the edge too quickly.
I felt someone touching my hips. A cock head began to rub between my legs, and then it pushed inside me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Harry standing naked behind me.
“Do not cum,” Harry ordered me.
“Y-yes, s-sir,” I stammered as my climax had already begun to mount upon his entering me.
I bit my lip and tried to focus on something that was in stark contrast to those things I found arousing. As Harry’s pace quickened, I found it harder and harder to even imagine anything else.
Noah and Liam were stroking their cocks right in front of me, and when I tried to look away, Harry grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up. I yelped, more from surprise than pain.
“Watch them,” Harry ordered.
“Yes, sir,” I said.
Harry’s cock was plunging deep inside me, thumping against my cervix and stimulating every possible nerve ending inside me. He kept my hair held firmly in one hand, while his other hand fondled one of my breasts. Then it slid down my stomach and found my clitoris and began to massage it.
“Do not cum,” he ordered me again.
Oh, god, how could I possibly manage this? His big, hard cock was fucking the hell out of me, and his fingers were rubbing my sensitive button, sending wild shockwaves through my body. I struggled desperately to contain them, but eventually I lost control. My whole body shuddered with orgasm. My eyes rolled back into my head, my thighs quivered like crazy, and I cried out.
Harry pulled his cock out of me and released my hair, grabbing his cock and stroking it until he groaned, squirting all over my back. He never stopped rubbing my clit, and I was moaning and shaking. Pleasure was quickly morphing into discomfort, and finally into pain.
“Ow, ow!” I cried as he grabbed my body and held me in place, continuing to rub my clit rapidly. “Owwww!”
“I told you not to cum!” he said. “I warned you, didn’t I?”
“Y-yes!” I cried as he r
efused to stop rubbing me.
The muscles inside my pussy began to clench and cramp. My thighs pressed inward, trying to force his hand to stop rubbing my sensitive area, but he would not stop. It was incredibly uncomfortable.
Finally, mercifully, he stopped, and I flopped onto the coffee table like a dead fish. I was unable to move, and I was panting and moaning slightly.
“I hope that taught you a lesson, young lady,” Harry said harshly. “When we speak, you must obey.”
“Y-yes, sir,” I whispered weakly.
My body was totally spent, but Liam approached me and pushed his cock toward my mouth. I pushed myself off the table and onto my knees, opening my mouth for him.
Liam pushed himself inside my mouth, and I began to suck him weakly. Noah moved behind me and penetrated me in one quick thrust, shooting more discomfort through me.
“Suck me right!” Liam demanded.
My hand was trembling, but I lifted it and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. I tightened my lips and began to suck him harder, swirling my tongue around the head.
Noah gripped my hips, plunging deeper inside me. Each thrust sent a bizarre blend of pleasure and pain surging through me. It was incredibly unusual, but arousing in an odd way.
I was so weak that it was hard to keep sucking Liam. My hand wanted to drop, my head wanted to drop, my body wanted to collapse. But I kept going. I was determined to please them fully.
Before long, I heard Noah groaning. He pulled out of me and shot cum all over my back, and I felt Liam’s cock begin to pulse inside my mouth. Hot cum surged down my throat, and I eagerly swallowed every drop.
Finally, I was able to relax, and I sat down on my ass with a plop and leaned back against the couch.
“You’re not finished yet,” Harry said, standing over me. “You came before you had permission to, and now you must learn to control yourself.
Chapter Three
I sat there, anxious, wondering what more they could do to me. Were they going to spank me? What more could they possibly have in store?
The three left the room and all I could do was lie down on the carpet and whimper weakly. Whatever Harry had done to me had exhausted me beyond anything I’d ever known.
After a while, they came back into the room carrying various implements that made my eyes widen. Liam held a riding crop. Noah carried a wide leather strap that looked almost like a paddle. And Harry held what appeared to be a personal massager with a long cord and a huge head.
My eyes widened, and my stomach began to twist in bitter knots. A lump rose in my throat, which I had to quickly swallow away.
“Lie down on the coffee table,” Harry said. “On your back, lengthwise.”
On shaking legs, I stood and moved over to the table, lying down as instructed. Noah handcuffed my wrists together and Liam tied my ankles to the legs of the coffee table, my legs spread wide. Noah attached my wrists over my head to the legs at the other end.
I watched in horror as Harry plugged in the massager, and I heard it whir to life. Its mechanical buzzing grew louder as he approached me, standing naked between my legs at the end of the coffee table.
“Since you came without permission, we are going to teach you a lesson,” Harry said. “It’s a lesson we think you will enjoy very much, though.”
Noah approached me with his wide leather strap. He popped it into his palm several times, slowly, with the obvious hope that it would frighten me. It did. I had no idea what he planned to do with it.
He kneeled beside me and raised it, firmly slapping my stiff nipple with it. I gasped with shock, but the pain was actually rather mild and shockingly erotic.
Liam stood beside me with his riding crop, and he lowered it slowly toward my clit. The leather bit at the end stroked across my labia and it tickled. I began to tremble with anticipation.
SWACK!
I shrieked as the tip nipped at my clit. There was a slight burning sensation, but it made my clit throb with eager anticipation.
Noah smacked my nipple with his strap again, and I yelped. Then Liam struck my clit with his crop. They took turns, alternating, until I was writhing on the coffee table with that fine mix of pleasure and pain I’d come to know from my family. God it was erotic.
“Enough!” Harry finally said, just when things were becoming so intense I thought I might not be able to handle it. “Now it’s my turn.”
Harry kneeled between my legs and spread my labia with his fingers. The massager still whirred menacingly, and he pressed it against my clit, and I cried out, my eyes instantly rolling back into my head as I was plunged into a world of intense feeling – pleasure and pain, love and hate – nothing else compared.
Everything around me went black. All I could see, feel, hear… was that thing as it massaged my spent clit, sending me into a never-ending orgasm that intensified more and more as time went on, causing every muscle in my body to seize up and contract painfully.
It’s difficult to describe how it feels when you’re being forced to have a continued orgasm. That blend of good and evil, pain and pleasure… it’s unlike anything you can imagine. And at the hands of my stepfather, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. I was helpless, and I loved every minute of it.
Tears began to well in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks as my entire body trembled and quivered. Liam and Noah began to suck my nipples, further intensifying my orgasm. I couldn’t voluntarily move, and I could barely breathe.
Suddenly, it was over. Harry pulled the massager away, and Liam and Noah stood up and stepped back. They all stared down at me as I struggled to catch my breath, my heart thundering wildly in my chest. I saw spots of yellow and pink and green dancing before my eyes.
“That… was… intense…” I gasped in choking gulps.
“You will not cum without permission again,” Harry said seriously.
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
“You will sleep like this tonight,” Harry told me. “Liam will sleep on the couch to watch over you in case you need to relieve yourself, and he will be free to enjoy your body anytime he wants. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
“Goodnight,” Harry said.
“Goodnight,” I answered.
And so I slept there on the coffee table, fading in and out of consciousness throughout the night. Twice I awoke to Liam touching me and penetrating me, but I quickly faded back into oblivion. I scarcely noticed where I was sleeping. I was just too exhausted.
Despite the pain, it fuelled my pleasure. And I couldn’t wait to see what more they could possibly have in store for me.
My Bondage
Chapter One
Harry, my stepfather, and his sons Liam and Noah, had initiated me into the household as their very own little sex slave. It was something I hadn’t realized I wanted, but when it happened, it turned out to be the perfect situation for me. I realized that it really turned me on to submit to them, and my life would never be the same from that point on.
One morning Harry came to me and said, “Dawn, it’s time to move to the next stage. Tonight you will learn complete submission.”
I watched him turn and walk away without another word, leaving me to ponder the meaning of his words. In fact, I was so distracted all day that it was all I could think about. What would the next step be?
I knew the boys would be home around six, and that left me hours to think about it. Part of me was afraid, as I knew things were getting a little rougher with each encounter. But part of me was also intrigued and excited.
Around four, Harry approached me and said, “Take a shower and make sure you use the bathroom afterward. Meet me in the basement.”
Again, I watched him walk away. I had the urge to ask him questions – to satisfy my intense curiosity – but I knew that was probably against the rules. He was deliberately being tight-lipped, probably in an attempt to raise my anticipation. It was working.
Since my initiation, they’d begun to teach m
e how to obey. How to serve their every need. How to be the very best household slut that I could be. And I was loving every minute of it.
Had you told me months earlier that I would enjoy being taken sexually by my stepfather and his two sons, I’d have laughed out loud and told you that you were out of your mind. Now? It seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
In fact, it was all I could think of. My days were filled with nothing but thinking of when they would use my body next. I wondered what more I could do to give them pleasure. I wondered how else they could use my body to give themselves orgasms.
It was intensely erotic, and I would lie in bed and fondle my pussy, rubbing my clit and pressing my fingers inside my slick pussy until I would cum from the mere thought of them touching me, kissing me, fucking me, and cumming because of me.
My body was on fire all day every day. My nipples stayed stiff almost constantly, and I was so wet all the time that I’d begun wearing panty liners whenever I went out in public to avoid the wetness soaking into my panties and making it look as though I’d peed myself.
And the best was yet to come.
Chapter Two
I took a shower at four, as I was instructed. I figured there was little point in getting dressed, so I headed naked into the basement to await further instructions.
When I got there, I realized something was different. The furniture that used to be stored there was gone, and in its place a large wooden structure had been erected. From this structure hung shackles and ropes, and my imagination began to run wild.
My eyes were wide as I stared up at the looming structure, and I didn’t even notice Harry lurking in the shadows in the back of the basement. He stepped into the dim light.
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