My Mom is a Dominatrix

Turns out my mom is a dominatrix.

I never knew this until this summer after I graduated high school.

Mom was pretty young when she had me-- 19. I am 18 so she's 37. I never knew my dad-- he ducked out when I was a baby.

Guys seem to think she's hot. In fact, she has what I would call "boy toys", younger guys that could have even been my boyfriend. Say, 20 years old, or 21. Or 22. I had a talk with her once and told her she'd better leave any of the boys I was interested in alone. For some reason guys seem to glue their eyes to her and lose the ability to think straight when she is around.

I know she is sexually active. She's always dated a lot, and I've had "Uncles" that stayed over when I was young. Later she just called them her guys, and I learned to ignore some of the sounds I heard from her bedroom. She's hooked up with a couple of guys that lasted a year or so, but it never seemed to last. She never seems lonely though.

And there's this room in the back, I was never allowed to go in there. I would see her go in there with a guy sometimes. She'd never talk about it though.

Anyway, after graduating high school I worked at a local dry cleaners, gathering money for college. It was an 8-6 shift.

One day I was the only one there when the A/C broke, and the owner came by and decided to close early.

I got home at 3:00, a lot earlier than normal.

The house was quiet, though I knew my mom was at home. Her car was out front. So was another car. One of the "uncles" or boy toys, probably.

In the kitchen I opened the fridge and popped a coke and was taking a sip when my mom rounded the corner of the kitchen and almost ran into me.

"Whoa! Oh! Elisa! I had no idea you were home!"

I was too busy gaping to explain I had just got home.

Mom was wearing a full blown dominatrix outfit. A leather corset-singlet that didn't quite cover her crotch, exposing a black g-string. The top was undone so I could see her breasts, though her nipples were just barely covered. Any sudden movement and they'd slide out, for sure.

She was also wearing knee high leather boots and a collar.

I stared for a moment, noticing she also was carrying a leather braided bullwhip in her hand. It was coiled and blended in with the black leather outfit she was wearing so I didn't notice it at first. That and the fact I was staring at my mom's firm thighs and impressive cleavage.

I'm not lesbian. I'd kissed a few girls but I had never had sex with a girl up until then. And this was my mom, you know? And yet there was something so incredibly sensual and sexy about her that I had never sensed before and I was sure seeing now. I began to understand why some of those guys were such drooling idiots around her. She could be damn sexy when she turned it on.

"Elisa... I guess this needs some explanation." Mom was a bit apologetic. Not really too embarrassed, but a bit flustered. "I suppose it is about time you learned more about me anyway."

"I think I just have," I answered, sipping my coke and leaning back as nonchalant as I could. My mom's sexual escapades didn't surprise me that much any more, though this was the first time I had seen her in an outfit like that.

"Well, perhaps," she glanced back down the hall. "You know I am not exactly shy about sex. Well, I have sort of a specialty. I enjoy dominating men. You know. Humiliating and abusing them."

That was clear based on her outfit. I nodded slowly. "And you've got one now that you are in the process of abusing."

Mom laughed and nodded. "Yeah. Pretty much."

I shook my head. I am far from a virgin and my mom had always been very open about sex and relationships, so seeing her as a sexual person really didn't shock me at all. This was going to take a bit of mental processing though.

Her expression changed suddenly. "You know, you are old enough now. Maybe you would like to see? See what it is like? Maybe even... "

She hesitated, then said it. "Help a little."

The second shock of the day. It came as I was sipping some coke, which quickly spurted back up into my nose.  Ever had soda go up inside your nose? It fizzes, and expands, and comes shooting out and hurts and is just a horrible mess. I choked and coughed and mom helped me clean up and asked if I was all right.

"Yeah, that just hit me as a bit of a surprise, that's all. Um... you think I should help?"

"Well, just watch. This guy, his name's Kyle, he'd be doubly humiliated to have you come in and just watch me put him through his paces. And it's all about humiliation for him. Wanna see?"

Dazed, I nodded. "Sure. Why not."

Mom picked up a bottle of baby oil from a cupboard and led the way down the hall to a room that had always been off limits to me. Inside was a young man. Probably only a couple of years older than me, in fact he seemed vaguely familiar. Maybe he had gone to my high school a few years back? Or... I met him at a party?

Anyway, he was one of my mom's boy toys. She always has some younger man prowling around her.

Kyle was naked, wrists tied above his head and pulled high enough he was on tiptoe. His lean body looked kind of good stretched out like that.. He craned his neck around and saw me standing there and his eyes got big.

"This is my daughter, Kyle," my mother said in a commanding voice I had never heard her use before. "She has agreed to come observe your punishment and suffering. She may even laugh a bit when you cry."

Kyle looked unhappy and turned away. Mom slid in and chuckled with her lips next to his ear. "And you are going to cry, aren't you Kyle? You are such a wimp."

Mom put her whip down on a table with a bunch of other things, most of which I didn't recognize, and started rubbing the baby oil all over Kyle's ass. "Kyle, this oil will help keep your skin from breaking during the whipping. It also has the effect of adding a bit of sting. Are you ready?"

I stood back, well away from Kyle and my mom. Mom picked up the whip again and made it crack. I jumped, it was loud. How had I never heard that before coming from this room??? Was it sound proof or something?

"Mistress, please, I think I have changed my mind. I don't want this. Please, I don't want this."

Mom reacted to this guy's pleas by swinging the whip back and letting it fly. The sound of its impact was surprising-- a sort of slapping crack, followed by a whimpering cry from Kyle.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Can you repeat that?" Mom said.

"Please, mistress, I don't want this. Please don't whip me!"

This resulted in my mother swinging again, the whip streaking across Kyle's ass. He jerked and tried to get away, but couldn't. He was tied up.

"Elisa, head over to the front, where you can see his face. I want you to see him squeeze the tears out when I punish him."

I walked around to the front of Kyle. He was a good looking guy, maybe 25 years old. He had already squeezed a few tears out and turned his head, trying to hide his face from me. I gently took his chin and turned it back so he face me.

Just as my mother let loose with another crack of the whip on his ass.

He jerked involuntarily, cried out and tears streamed down his face again.

"Please mistress! I've changed my mind! I don't want to be whipped!"

I looked at my mom questioningly. Did this guy actually want to be let loose? Was she going to ignore that?

She looked at me and said simply, "He has a safe word. If he really, really wants out, he can use it."

Whaaacck!!! The whipped hit his ass again.

"Oh, my fucking god...." Kyle screamed. I stood up and went around to where I could see Kyle's ass. His man parts were dangling down beneath two bright red globes.

"Stop whining!" mom snapped at the man. "You know you love this, you are such a fucking pain slut, suck it up. It's embarrassing you to show what a wimp of a non-man you are in front of my young daughter. "

The whip hit him again, and Kyle sobbed.

"Does he actually have a safe word?" I whispered to my mom.

"Absolutely. He won't use it, because it means I won't see him and make him cry any more. And he loves to be made to cry, don't you, Kyle?"

Whaaaaackkk!!!

Kyle's ass was red and turning purple with welts when my mom finally stopped.

I have to be honest here, it was actually pretty fun to see some guy helpless and begging. And to see tears come down his cheeks. I don't think I'd seen a guy cry since I was in elementary school, and to see that, especially when my mom was actually causing it ruthlessly; that was cool.

So cool, in fact, I found my hand between my legs. Touching myself. Through my jeans, sure, but it was just so arousing to see this naked guy there getting whipped.

And his cock was hard! That was the real deal; my mom was whacking away at Kyle and his cock was standing up at attention! It made me want to take it in my mouth, or fuck him, or something.

But no. He was there to be punished and humiliated, not fucked. Mom made that clear by slapping his cock a few times, making him grunt from a few impacts.

I watched my mom whip that poor boys ass and back for maybe a half hour and not once did his cock threaten to go down. She dragged it out, giving him strokes every once in a while, with breaks in between. He never knew when another welt-producing strike would be coming his way.

This whole scene was soaked in eroticism and sex. I mean, there was a young naked guy that could very easily be a boyfriend, strung up naked in front of me with an erection, getting whipped. Except it was by my mom.  I was getting aroused. Let's be clear-- I was wet between my legs. My panties were soaked.

How do I know my panties were soaked? Well, I could feel them, but I confirmed. I reached between my legs and felt with my fingers. Then slid my fingers under my jeans, and maybe under my top as well. Hey, I couldn't help it. This was the most intense sex scene I had ever imagined and it was happening right in front of me. Live.

Mom put the whip away and came over to me, letting Kyle get a good look at both of us standing in front of him.

"So, what do you think? If you are uncomfortable with this, you don't have to stick around. I will give Kyle his final treatment. Or would you like to help? Either way is fine."

Mom was being really kind, not wanting to pressure me into anything, not like she could. I've been independent for a long time.

"Uh, I'd like to see. Maybe, well... let me see what the next treatment is and maybe I could help. Maybe not."

"Fair enough," mom said.

Kyle had the rope that held his arms high above his head slowly lowered. He must have been really tired from his whipping because he went straight down to his knees. Hands and knees. Or, maybe my mom had trained him well. He seemed to be well suited to being on his knees before us.

That's when my mom put on the strapon.

Shit, I knew what they were but had never seen one before. I thought they were mostly for lesbians, but she was clearly going to use it on Kyle! I stood back, my fingers playing with my clit, watching as she positioned behind the boy.

"Ass up! Get that thing up for me!" Mom snapped at him. He lowered his head a bit, got down onto his elbows and raised his ass.

"Spread your cheeks. You want lube? You don't need lube, do you?"

"Yes, please mistress, I'd like lube!" He cried out.

"Eh. I have a lubed condom on it. That's enough. Brace." And with that, mom positioned the tip of the dildo right at the entrance to his asshole, and pushed. Hard. Kyle cried out, his body shoved forward, and you could see his sphincter tense and relax, back and forth. I could tell because I was watching pretty closely.

"Fuuuuckkkk that hurts!!!" Kyle almost screamed as my mom got the dildo into his ass, past the head and well down the shaft.

"Brace yourself, bitch," mom barked.

He did, and the dildo started going in and out of him. I could see his puckering muscles clinging to the phallus, stretched and pushing in and out along with the rubber cock as mom rammed it in, pulled it out, and rammed it in again.

Each time she rammed he gasped, almost like that dildo was pushing the air out of his lungs.

I had never seen anything like this, and it was fascinating to watch. My mom's hips started undulating, ramming in and out, faster and faster, sort of like a guy.

I'd fucked several guys by then and I knew exactly what a guy did when he had me underneath him. Well, mom was pounding away as hard, or harder than any of those guys ever had. I mean, this was fun. I was masturbating myself hard now, just watching my mom butt fuck this guy. Except it wasn't like she was my mom any more, I think I had somehow floated her out of my mind and was just seeing a sexy older woman pegging a younger guy with her cock.

"You are bouncing around too much, bitch. Behave or I will make you behave," mom said.

"Please, mistress, I am doing the best I can!" Kyle begged, grunting between words.

"Fuck it." Mom said and reached down, grabbing his balls. She grabbed them hard because I heard him yelp as she grabbed, twisted and pulled them back. She hung on to them as she thrust, pulling back and making sure he stayed tight in one position so she could ram him harder.

I got down a bit lower to where I could see his junk hanging down between his legs and and saw his cock pointing straight down, rock hard. Just like when he had been whipped.

And there was a string of sticky liquid almost dripping down. It wasn't like he was cumming, it was more pre-cum. I wondered if he was just so aroused from being pegged by my mom that he was on the verge, or if the cock in his ass had somehow squeezed some fluid out. I don't know that much about male anatomy, in spite of having let it inside my body a bunch of times.

So my mom was fucking Kyle in the ass, pegging him hard, and he was grunting and moaning. She had hold of his balls and was yanking them, and I could see his sphincter wrapped around the dildo like a rubber band.

"Want to help?" mom said. She was a bit out of breath, apparently thrusting like that was exercise. That or she was getting off on fucking this guy in the ass. Or both.

"How?" I asked. I was aroused enough and had stripped half my clothes off just to masturbate while I watched them. I was ready to do whatever.

"Get that other strap on, over there. Put it on. Do his mouth hole," mom grunted.

There were several strapons hanging from pegs on the wall, and I chose one. I had never worn one before. I figured they were easy though, the cock was already in place and I just stepped into the harness, and buckled it. Then I buckled again, pulling all the straps tighter so it fit nice and snug (as thin as my mom is, she is still a bit heavier than me. I am skinnny.)

I positioned myself in front of him. Kyle was well trained and accommodating. He opened his mouth wide and I positioned my cock (such a weird concept that I had a cock and yet so fucking arousing) in front of his mouth and slid it in.

"Suck me," I said. "Suck my cock and make me cum. Do a good job."

I didn't have to thrust that much, mom was ramming his asshole hard from the back and his body was being pushed back and forth. So I gave it a bit of a thrust, coordinating my movements with hers.

Weird, I didn't think of it at that moment, but I realized later that was the first time my mom and I actually shared a guy. When we both had artificial cocks and were fucking him from both ends.

Kyle gagged on my cock but my mom said, "ignore him. Make him take it all."

So I did. I got the cock progressively further and further down his throat.

I never pushed in it long enough to really cut off his air. He just gagged and tried to throw up a bit.

"Switch places with me," mom said, pulling out of Kyle's ass. I pulled out of his mouth, wondering what she was going to do.

Well, she rolled Kyle over onto his back, slapped his face a few times when he didn't move fast enough and told him, "spread your legs, bitch. Just like the little girl you are. Open wide and my daughter's cock!"

He pulled his knees up just like I do when I am fucking some guy in the missionary position, and spread them. His asshole was right there and it was easy to slide in. It was gaping a bit, stretched out by my mom.

Then I realized my mom was getting on top of his face and shoving her dildo strapon down his throat; the same dildo that had been inside his ass a minute before hand! He took it, and it must have been smeared with shit from inside his bowels and tasted terrible, but mom pushed it in and he had no choice. It went inside and down his throat.

I shoved and pegged his ass good. Turns out the harder I pegged him the better it felt. The strapon had a sort of little extension I could feel if I positioned it right. It rubbed right on my clit and I started angling the cock downward so this little extension rubbed my clit and the harder I shoved the better it felt.

I was breathing harder and harder, I had been masturbating before I even started with the strapon, and the pegging was rubbing my clit and I was having so much fun with this guy, and my mom wasn't my mom any more she was just this gorgeous woman I was sharing this man with, and I felt it-- I was about to cum.

Mom must have known this was happening. She was watching me, and just as I was reaching a climax she leaned over and kissed me, holding my head and kissing me hard. I came while I was thrusting and kissing mom.

When my climax began to fade, I realized I was kissing my mother and sort of let go of her, slid out of Kyle, who sighed and moaned in an exhausted, miserable kind of way.

"I... I'm sorry..." I said to my mom.

"Baby, don't be sorry. I am so glad you got to cum, I just sort of... wanted to share it with you." She caressed me a bit, her hand on my face and neck. I felt so much a woman then, an equal to my mom. We had just shared a man and I had fucking had an orgasm while kissing my mother.

I didn't care how taboo the whole thing was, it had been sooooo damn hot, I didn't regret it.

"Time to give Kyle his reward for being such a good boy," mom said.

I moved away, letting mom take over. I was exhausted anyway, and if I was tired, Kyle must have been about dead; he had just been whipped and double pegged until his ass was flaming.

Mom moved to Kyle's ass again, and inserted the strapon, letting it sink deep. This time she didn't fuck him as hard, she just let it slid in and out.

She also took hold of his cock, which had never lost its erection during this whole time.

I lay back, half naked with a fake cock sticking up into the air, legs spread, watching my mom fuck Kyle in the ass while she jerked his cock.

"Come for my bitch," she said in a low voice. "Give me that semen. Let me see your body fluid. Get it out, come on, are you a man or a mouse? Give me some cum."

She kept demanding he cum, jerking him, fucking him in the ass, and all the time Kyle lay there grunting and moaning and looking like he might cum at any moment but at the same time like he was really hurting. Which he probably was. I mean, if some guy had pounded my cunt the way we had pounded his ass, I'd be bruised and maybe even bleeding.

"Cum for me, worm. Give me your fluid. Work it, get it out," mom kept saying.

She must have known Kyle pretty well because all of a sudden she grabbed his legs and hips and raised them up further, forcing his ass in the air.

"Cum!!! Spew that semen out!" She shouted at him.

And he did. Seconds later, with mom pushing the rubber cock deep inside him, a thick stream of white fluid shot from the end of his cock. It came out in a series of sudden, powerful spurts, strong enough the spurt all the way to his face.

I saw now why mom had lifted his ass up.

His cum lasted maybe 30 seconds of spewing stuff, but mom kept stroking and squeezing his cock and demanding more. She got more dribbles and it was clear Kyle was still in the throws of orgasm for almost a minute.

Finally, mom slowly slid out of him, inspecting his ass as he panted and lay on the bed, and said "you are gonna be bleeding for a while. I don't want to see you again for two weeks, at least. Give that time to heal."

"Yes... ma'am..." Kyle said, simply laying there, panting and moaning slightly.

Mom stepped out of her strapon and threw it on a table. I did the same.

Mom told Kyle to get dressed and leave. She led me out of the play room (I later learned to call it that) and into the kitchen where we both got a beer.

"You have a talent. I could see you enjoyed that, Elisa. We should do it again some time."

I had no idea what to say. So I said, "I'd love to."

Disciplining Dad

"Don't be afraid to touch him, he is just man."

My mom said it very dismissively, but he wasn't just a man. He was my father.

My dad had been doing the dishes earlier that night, but my mom came in later and found a set that were sitting uncleaned. The counter had not been wiped, and there were crumbs and bits of food on the floor.

Consequences for my dad. Punishment.

Ever since I could remember, my dad had been pussy whipped by my mom. She was the dominant one in the family, and as I grew older it became more and more obvious that she ruled and he obeyed. And when she didn't like something, he paid a price.

So here it was, the day after my 18th birthday. My dad had screwed up and my mom was about to punish him. She had told him to go in the back room, the room that had always been strictly off limits for me. But then she turned to me and said, "Elisa. You are 18 now. I think it is time you learned a bit how to deal with men. Come on. Let me show you a few things."

My mom is 37, my dad is 38. They are both healthy and pretty good looking. My mom has always had guys on the side, mostly young ones. Boy toys, I think they are called. Guys I wouldn't mind having as a boyfriend.

My dad is faithful to my mom, always has been, I was about to find out why.

Mom led me down the hall. We entered the forbidden room and I looked around curiously. It had a variety of weird stuff in it, most of which I didn't recognize but I knew most of it was torture and bondage stuff. It was the most bizarre room.


There was no flooring-- just the concrete foundation of the house. No tile, carpeting or anything. The walls were covered with some sort of rubber or padding, though there were places where heavy wood was exposed. Hooks, eye-rings, and pulleys were installed at different places on the walls and ceiling. The ceiling was covered with a material I didn't recognize.

One thing was certain. The room was not made for comfort, but it was made to dampen and suppress noise.

The weirdest thing in the room was in the center of the concrete floor. A drain. And some inexplicable stains on the concrete.

My dad stood in the middle of the room, his clothes stripped off. It was the first time I had ever seen my dad completely naked and I gasped.

Where his cock should be was some sort of weird metal cage and a tiny padlock. His balls were bulging out underneath the contraption as if something was squeezing them.

Mom handed me a small key and said, "unlock him and take off his chastity cage."

My dad was standing with his head down, staring at the floor, clearly humiliated.

I hesitantly took the key and went over to my dad. I reached out, taking the tiny lock on my dad's genitals in one hand. I was trying very hard not to actually touch my dad's genitals.

"Don't be afraid to touch him, he is just man," my mom admonished. "He's nothing special. Just something to be used."

I went ahead and grabbed the cage, unlocked it and wriggled it off of his cock. I didn't know how it was put together so I think in the process of pulling and wriggling it off I messed up and hurt my dad, because he made a few noises. Like, grunts.

Blushing furiously, I finished removing the cage. In the process I had to touch my dad. Quite a bit, in fact. His cock. His balls.

Dad looked at my mom and almost whispered, "Please, Laura. Not with Elisa here."

"OK then. Howard, you know that this punishment is for doing a very poor job of cleaning up tonight. But it is also sort of an initiation for our daughter here." My mom was talking to my dad in a stern voice as she worked taking each of his arms and placing some leather buckled cuffs on them.

"She is a woman now, and will be joining me as a female adult in the house. You will obey and service her just as you have done with me. Do you understand?"

My dad was looking at me, his eyes fearful, his face red with embarrassment and humiliation. His mouth hung open slightly.  "Yes, ma'am," he said.

The wrist cuffs on, my mom took my dads wrists and fastened them to a chain that dangled from the ceiling. Pulling on the other end of the chain from where it hung on the side of the room, she raised my father's arms up over his head.

"Elisa, go fetch those ankle restraints and put them on him, will you?" My mom said, pointing to two more cuffs on a table.

They were like the wrist restraints-- leather, buckled, with some metal rings on them. I knelt next to my dad and wrapped one around his left ankle. It was perhaps the weirdest thing I had done in my life. Yet.

I slipped behind my dad (because I was still feel awkward about being near his cock and balls) and wrapped/buckled the second restraint on his right ankle. I didn't quite understand what was going to happen, but I knew this was just the beginning.

My dad simply stood there, taking it, as my mom instructed me.

"Here, take this and clip it onto his left ankle cuff." She handed me a chain that was laying on the floor. One end was locked to a heavy metal eyelet that was screwed into the concrete floor.

I took the free end and clipped it to dad's left ankle restraint.  Mom did the same with the left.

The chains were positioned far enough apart they pulled dad's feet apart, maybe two feet. The floppy protruding flesh of his cock and balls dangled down helplessly. I couldn't help but look now. I stared.

Dad's cock was pretty big, actually. It was uncut, but he must have been getting erect because the head was protruding pretty clearly. His ballsack was distended (it was hot in the room, I found out later my mom kept the A/C vents closed in that room). Dad was sweating, maybe because it was hot, but I think it was partly fear and embarrassment and stress.

Mom pulled the chain that ran up to a ceiling pulley and down to dad's wrists. His wrists went up higher, lifting him up higher until he legs were pulled apart further and his toes just barely touched the concrete under him.

As I watched my dad being pulled up I began to appreciate him as a man-- his stretched body showed his lean body, his muscles and further exposed his genitals. He's a sexy guy, and I was noticing it really for the first time. That made me feel very, very strange.

Mom joined me where I leaned against the wall and was observing. We both leaned back and looked at my dad, stretched out in bondage before us. His head had fallen backward between his raised arms and he was staring at the ceiling-- perhaps because he couldn't face me.

"Quite a sight, isn't it?" Mom said after a moment. "A helpless man, tied and stretched before us. Ready to receive whatever punishment we determine is deserved. Completely at our mercy."

My dad actually sobbed right at that moment, gasping a bit. He had heard my mom.

"Let's begin, shall we?" Mom suddenly said. She guided me to a table and took a six foot length of heavy twine and handed it to me.

"Wrap this around his balls."

"What? I... how?"

"Come on, I will show you."

We went over to the guy that was also my father. Mom knelt on one knee and grabbed my dad's scrotum firmly in her hand. He grunted.

"Take his balls firmly. Pull them down. Then take one end of the rope and begin wrapping the flesh just above the balls. Like this."

She wrapped the twine around his scrotum a few times, then undid it and handed it back to me. "You try."

I got on one knee and reached out. The second my hand touched my dad's scrotal flesh he jerked and moaned. It wasn't that it hurt, I think it was just the humiliation and stress of having his daughter touch him down there for the first time.

"Don't hesitate. Get in there and grab him."

"Well, I don't want to.. I mean, these are sensitive, right?"

Mom laughed. "We aren't here to make him feel comfy. We are here to hurt him. That's the point. It doesn't matter if it hurts. Grab him."

At this she grabbed his balls and squeezed as an example. Dad grunted and cried out. "Ahhha!"

I took a breath and did the same. Grabbed his balls (not as hard as my mom) and pulled down, stretching them slightly. The twine went around the stretched scrotal flesh just above his balls in my hand. Round and round.

"Tighter," mom said.

"I don't want to cut off the blood," I said.

"First of all, you won't. Second, even if you did, tough. He would heal. And last, the point here is you want to stretch his balls out and down, making them bulge-- tight in his ballsack. We are going to be attaching some electrodes to him and we want a nice smooth surface for contacts that is right next to his testicles."

Oh. I understood better now. Torturing my dad literally meant we would be torturing my dad.

The twine must have gone around his ballsack flesh 50 times before I ran out, and his balls were bulging out of the bottom, shiny and tight.

"Oh good job," mom said. "Now."

She pulled out a small device. It fit in the palm of her hand and had wires coming from it.

"This is a TENS," she said. "No idea what that stands for, but it gives electric shocks. Continuous, cycled, whatever. It's designed for medical use, ironically, for pain relief in muscles. But when attached to a sensitive area of the body, like the balls..."

Mom grinned with a rather evil look. My eyes were big and I was beginning to get just how serious this all was. I was also really fascinated by it.

My dad had always been such a wimp. A sissy. Seeing him tied up and ready to have pain administered to him was weird, but it also seemed vaguely right. I thought about his wriggling in those chains and was thinking, "Seems like the right thing for him. He's such an amazing wimp, he should be wriggling around."

"Can I put them on?" I asked.

"That's my girl," mom responded, smiling. Put one of these sticky pads on each of his bulgy balls. Make sure they are completely on, and... wait. Here."

She got a tiny tube of something. "Conductive jell. It helps make sure we have good contact."

My dad was actually breathing sort of heavily. I think it was just from the situation, he can't have been in much pain yet.

Taking his distended and bound scrotum in hand, I smeared on a bit of the slimy conductive jell. All over his balls. It felt good. I was losing my feeling of awkwardness and embracing the idea that I was actually going to torture my dad. I was getting excited.

The electrode pads went on, and I made sure they were firmly in place. Pressing on them also meant pressing on dad's balls, and he moaned and said, "Please, Elisa... have mercy. Please don't do this."

It felt really, really good to hear my dad beg. I didn't understand why, but it just did.

My mom produced something unexpected. "OK, those are positive electrical contacts, but whenever you have a positive node, you need a negative or ground line. These two black wires match the white ones you attached to his balls."

She took the two black wires and plugged them into the base of a metal butt plug. Yes, I knew what a butt plug was. I am 18, but I've been around enough I have actually worn a couple of butt plugs in my life.

This one was metal though, and she smeared it with the conductive jell, which also seemed like a great lube (and yes, I know about lube, too).

"Shove this up his ass."

OK, that got me. I went around to his backside, and his ass cheeks were there and I just couldn't bring myself to try and spread them. After staring for a moment, mom came around and said, "I get it. You will get better with practice but for now let me help."

She grabbed his buttocks with two hands and pulled them apart. She dug her fingers in hard to get a hold of them, because dad was squeezing them shut.

"Get it in there!" She said, "before I lose my grip!"

I panicked and rammed that ass plug up inside that tiny hole. It was hard at first but suddenly it just slid in with a slight sucking glop noise. My dad let out another grunt.

"Laura, please, don't involve Elisa in this. Please spare me. I will keep the kitchen spotless--"

"Shutup Howard," mom said. "I don't care about the kitchen. That's just an excuse to allow Elisa to put you through your paces. She'll be doing this more and more from now on."

I thought my dad would actually start crying at that. He's such a fucking crybaby. My feelings toward him were plummeting even as this was going on.

All wired up now, my dad hung from the ceiling, awaiting his fate. He had pulled his head forward and was looking at me now with a mix of fear and disappointment, as if I was betraying him.

"You stupid fucking wuss," I said finally. "You've let mom degrade and step on you your entire life and now I am going to do it too."

Mom held the small TENS unit and showed me a bit how to operate it.

"There are different presets. The go through different kinds of cycles of on and off shocks. I choose setting 15 a lot of the time, it's a cycle that lasts about 5 seconds, the voltage peaks then subsides, then comes back 5 seconds later. Continuously. This here it the peak voltage level, it goes to 100, but I usually keep it around 30 or 40. That seems to be enough to turn him into jelly."

She pushed some buttons, and cranked the display up to 50. "We'll try this. Now, this here is the time. We will set it for two hours. You and me can go out and watch a movie while Howard suffers in here."

"No, please! Laura, not two hours! Oh god. Please, no!" Dad was really scared.

"Look at that," I said, pointing at his cock. It was erect. Dad was actually pretty damn big when he got hard.

"Yeah, strange isn't it? He's about to get two hours of continuous torture, enough to make most spies give up their country's deepest secrets, and he's got a hard on. Fucking pervert."

She pushed a button and dad's entire body tensed. He emitted a short gurgling cry, "aaghghhhhhhh". He began struggling in his bondage for the first time, straining against it.

"So, what does it feel like," I asked my mom.

"Well, it has several feelings." Dad was continuing to writhe around, but I could begin to see the cycle the machine was putting out. He'd relax a bit and breathe and then cry out again, pulling and struggling, then relax...

"First of all, most electrical shocks feel sort of like a vibration. But when they get cranked up high enough, the vibration becomes very intense, sort of like someone ramming burning hot needles into the contact point. That's a sharp pain that can get quite bad."

She stepped close to dad where he was writhing in his continuous cycle of pain.

"Because the contacts are on his testicles, here, there is an added pain though. These little globs of flesh really are sensitive. From what he and others have told me, the electrical shock creates a deep pain that runs from his balls all the way through his hips, bad enough he can actually get nauseous."

Mom grinned and skipped around to the back of my dad's dangling body. "Oh, and come look at this! The pain from shocks occurs mostly at the entry and exit point, so his ass is also getting a nice electrical reaming right now."

She pulled his buttocks apart and I could see dad's anal sphincter contracting convulsively against the metal plug. He was trying to expel it, but then when the shock got to it's worst the muscles would contract and pull it back in.

"Let's go watch a movie, huh? How about Below Her Mouth? Been wanting to see that."

Dad was dangling, jerking and writhing and crying as we left him. Tears were literally beginning to flow down his cheeks as he struggled to cope with the continuous cycle of pain in his balls and ass.

And his incredibly hard cock bounced as he struggled.

Mom closed the door behind us so we wouldn't have to listen to dad screaming for us. "Sometimes I like to listen to him, but I don't want it interfering with our movie," she commented.

We sat and drank mimosas and watched the movie, which was incredibly hot. It was about an engaged girl who falls for a really hot lesbian girl and they have an affair, and she eventually leaves the guy and ends up with the hot lesbian.

It was weird. While we were watching, mom actually reached under her pants and was rubbing herself. I'd never seen her do that before.

Anyway, the movie was shorter than two hours, and when it was over we got up and went in to check on how dad was doing.

He was still right where we left him. And he was still writhing, though less than before. I think he was simply exhausted. Tears had streaked his face but were dried. He was moaning and gasping and shaking his head.

His cock was still hard.

"Look," I said, pointing to something on the floor. Underneath him were spots a strip of small blobs of white stuff. At first I thought it was some of the conductive jell that had spilled but mom squashed that thought.

"Yeah. He came. Ejaculated. Twice, from the looks of it. He hates the torture, and yet he has learned over the years to associate sexual satisfaction with the pain. It can actually make him cum."

She laughed. "Now you know why we have a drain in here. Body fluids. All sorts."

Dad was looking at both of us with a pained, agonized expression. "Please Laura. Plleeeaassee Elisa. Please stop this! God, it hurts so bad, the entire lower half of my body as in agony! God, please put an end to this."

My mom then did something very unexpected.

"I want to show you something," she said to my dad.

She then stood directly behind me and reached around and unbuttoned my top, removing it. She then undid my bra and slid it off as well. I was standing topless before my naked father, who was hanging from the ceiling writhing in pain that I had set up for him.

Mom reached around and held my breasts in her hands. My dad stared at them.

"Do you see these? You'd like them, wouldn't you?"

Her fingers tickled my nipples. I swear, I never expected this, but we had just watched that incredibly hot lesbian movie that had gotten me soaking wet. It felt good having her pinch my nipples and caress my breasts.

My father jerked again, feeling the rising peak of another shock, moaned and cried out, almost screaming, but then relaxed and stared at my breasts again.

"And this. You'd like to do this, wouldn't you?"

Mom slid her hands over my flat stomach to my jeans, undoing the top and zipping down. Her fingers reached down inside, wriggling all the way down until she felt how wet I was.

"Oh, Howard. She's wet. Look!"

She pulled her hand out and showed it to my dad, who had tensed and thrown his head back in pain, but never took his eyes off my mother's glistening finger tips.

It had felt really, really good when she had touched me.

"Well, she's going to be here for a few years yet. She'll be in college next year, and have her own boyfriend. Or girlfriend. And you will never, ever be able to touch this."

My dad choked and gurgled as my mom slipped her hand inside my pants again, massaging my clit. Oh god, it felt good. I wanted her to do me like the girls in that movie. I had forgotten this was my father, that my mother was behind me rubbing my clit. I just wanted to feel her fingers make me cum, and watch that guy writhe in pain as it happened.

And it did. I came. I shuddered, my legs spread a bit, I gasped, and she rubbed me hard, pulling the orgasm from me, one hand between my legs, the other on my breast, and her lips on my neck.

As I collapsed against my mom after the glow of climax faded, my dad made an especially weird gurgling scream and his cock bounced. White stuff dripped from the end and puddled on the floor beneath him.

"Fuck, the pervert came again." Mom sounded disgusted. I was just trying to grasp the fact that my mom had just masturbated me to an orgasm. Another first in my life.

She left me to get covered up and went over to the TENS unit. She turned it off. Dad sort of collapsed in his bonds and started crying.

"You've made another mess," she said in a hard voice.

I was slipping my top back on when mom lowered my dad from where he was hanging. He went right down onto his knees like he had nothing left in him. She lowered him further and he went all the way to the ground. His legs were still separated by the chains, and he lay forward on his stomach on the concrete floor.

"Clean it up," mom said in the same hard voice.

Dad struggled to get up and managed to drag his face to where the drops of semen had collected. His tongue looped out and he licked up the semen, bit by bit.

It was gross. Mom and I just watched dad clean up his cum with his mouth.

On an impulse I turned to my mom and wrapped my arms around her neck, kissing her full on the lips.

Our tongues met and we kissed deeply for a minute. In the background my father groaned and seemed to sob once again.

Lunchtime Quickie

Sheri rode the elevator down from her 20th floor workplace, standing alone and knowing that the warmth between her legs meant she was wet.

She had been wet all morning. It had been difficult to work. Her mind kept wandering and the urge to touch herself nagged.

Sheri was an admin assistant in HR for a large company, a professional, respected, well liked. 

Sheri also had a bit of a secret life; a few special things she did that gave life a bit of a bite. She was on her way to do one of these things even now.

Two blocks away in a glass and steel tower was a special facility, discreet and inconspicuous. She had stumbled across it one day during a job interview. She didn't get the job, but she had inadvertently become aware of EMS, Inc. It sounded like an ambulance service, or something. It wasn't until she found out what EMS stood for that she began to ask more. Erotic Matching Services, Inc.

Her budgeting had changed a bit since discovering EMS, Inc. She now reserved almost 10% of her income so she could visit the offices once every week or two.

Stopping outside of the massive downtown building on Clark Street, she looked up. EMS Inc. occupied about half the third floor of the business building. The bottom was a bank. A logo for a major company appeared on the top. She was certain none of these businesses had any idea what was going on in the offices of EMS Inc., on the third floor.

Sheri fit in with the other business people that boarded the elevator, dressed in business casual attire. Only one other person got off on the third floor, and that person went in the opposite direction down the central hall, toward an accounting firm.

Upon entering the lobby of EMS, Inc., Sheri found the familiar waiting room with several comfortable chairs, magazines, soft lighting and music. She approached an attractive receptionist and announced herself.

"I have a noon appointment." She said. "Sheri is the name."

The receptionist looked her up on a sheet and nodded. "Yes, Sheri. That will be $300."

Sheri handed over the cash. EMC Inc. did not know her last name, and she always paid cash.

The receptionist counted the cash and nodded. "Thank you Sheri. Changing room 4, I believe everything is set up for you."

"Thanks," Sheri said. She entered the back offices through a side door and went down a corridor. Doors were spaced every ten feet or so, numbered. She entered the one numbered "4".

The carpeted room on the other side was the size of a corporate office, and contained a sofa, a table, a set of hangars, and a small combination safe. The door to the room from the hall was heavy for soundproofing. There was a door on the opposite side of the room as well, also heavy and soundproofed. There were no windows. A small bathroom could be seen in an alcove to the side, containing a toilet and shower. Soap, shampoo and towels were provided, though Sheri would not need them for today's activity.

Sheri removed her clothes. She did so not because she was going to have any sexual activity per se, but because it made her feel more sensual. And because she was likely to masturbate during the upcoming activity, and it made for easier access. Once her clothes were folded and set on the small side table, she waited on the couch until the light over the next door turned from red to green.

Opening the door she entered the activity room.

The activity room was plain. Beige tiled walls and floor were unadorned with pictures or other clutter, making it easy to wash the room down of any body fluid residue after a client's activities. A small drain in the center of the floor supported this requirement.

In the center of the room was a long table, rather like a gurney. A long coffin-like box sat on top of it.

Sheri approached the table, one hand between her legs, rubbing slowly. Her breathing was becoming more rapid. Just below the table was a large pad similar to that used by gymnasts during practice. She sat down on this pad cross-legged and looked underneath the table.

There, slightly off center, hung a penis and testicles. 

They projected from a small hole in the table. They were attached to a man, of course, currently confined inside the small coffin-like box above. But that didn't matter. All that mattered to Sheri was the cock and balls hanging before her.

Smiling, Sheri reached out and took hold of the penis. The cock and balls jerked slightly at this first touch, but the man in the box above was clearly strapped down securely and would be unable to move. Sheri stroked the cock for a bit, watching and feeling as it became engorged and hardened.

Once it was nice and hard, she let go of it.  Now for the fun part.

She punched the balls. One fist, balled up, swung hard and slammed into the fleshy scrotum and two lumps inside, as if they were a punching bag. The whole genital assembly gave way and flopped to the side, swinging up and slamming into the bottom of the table, then dangling below.

Above, in the box, was a muffled cry. The testicular impact had the desired effect. Some guy was in pain.

Sheri struck again, and again, the testicles bouncing back and forth as she struck. The cock began to shrink as she slammed her fist into the balls, smashing them into the table above. Each impact evoked a sharp sound of pain and misery from the box above.

The cries of pain were muffled, partly because of the box containing the male and partly because the male's mouth had been gagged in some way.

Sheri resumed masturbating as she continued to strike the testicles as hard as she could. The screams that ensued from the box above made her wet, hardened her nipples, readied her body for sexual intercourse, stimulated and aroused her, encouraged her to keep beating the small globes of flesh inside the fleshy sack before her.

Over and over again she hit, and the screams migrated to sobs.

After about 15 minutes of continual beating, she stopped and switched to stroking the cock again. It had shriveled and become limp during the ball beating, but now quickly responded to her hand job. She kept stroking it, pulling it, sliding both hands on it continuously, until it hardened and began jerking.

The moans from the box above changed subtly and liquid began dripping from the end of the penis as Sheri stroked it. She moved from stroking to jerking, moving faster, concentrating on the head of the cock. The drips of fluid suddenly changed into a stream of white sticky fluid that spurted down, puddling on the floor below. The moans in the box above changed to a gasping and then grew silent.

Sheri let the cock and balls hang as she diddled her clit for a bit. She could bring herself to orgasm right then, she had been having lots of fun and the muffled cries from the box were hugely arousing to her.

Glancing at a large round wall clock near the ceiling, Sheri noted she still had 10 minutes. Might as well use them.

She grabbed the cock again and began jerking. The male voice started moaning and crying out. Post-orgasm stimulation; not something guys liked. Sheri kept jerking him, causing squeals and slight wiggles of the genitals that hung before her. The cock was slowly getting harder again.

She didn't want him to cum again, and there was that possibility. So she stopped the post orgasmic stroking and grabbed his balls and squeezed as hard as she could. That caused a different kind of screaming, muffled but still quite audible.

Not letting go of the small globes of tissue, Sheri pulled down in addition to squeezing. She added a second hand to try and squeeze and pull even harder.

The male was sobbing now. That sound... that sound was what made Sheri the happiest, the most aroused. When a man lost it and basically just cried. It encouraged her, spurred her on and she got up on her knees to put some weight into her pressure and pulling, dragging, pushing, squeezing the testicles down and away from the man held in bondage above.

She jerked. Jerking the balls down, letting them up, jerking them down.

Then she released her nails. She had long nails, carefully manicured. Natural ones, not acrylic paste-ons. Her own nails, sharpened and polished.

Sheri curled her fingers and dug her nails to the soft scrotal flesh. With some added pressure they cut the skin, not only smashing the testicles, but slicing the flesh open until little dribbles of blood appeared.

The clock was getting close. Her time was almost up. She reached between her legs and stroked as she grabbed the testicles with her other hand.

Just as the climax arrived, just as the orgasm warmth flooded her body, she felt something happen to the glob of tissue in her hand. It changed, yielded in a strange way. Gushed. Popped. Deflated.

At the same time the screams from the box changed tone. They were already going non-stop, they were like music accompanying Sheri's orgasmic pleasure. But they became sharper, more panicked.

When the orgasm had faded and Sheri was leaning back against the wall, relaxing, the screams continued and changed back into sobs. They were muffled in and distant, but still conveyed a sense of panicked agony. That poor guy had probably paid $300 or more to have Sheri come and abuse his genitals.

Sheri smiled happily and rose, exiting the room to the dressing room where her clothes were folded. Someone would be along to remove the man in the coffin any moment. Her time (and his) were up. He had paid his fee to be abused, she had paid her fee to abuse, EMS had brought them together and raked in the cash. Fair trade.

Heading back up to her job a couple of blocks away, Sheri smiled happily. The rest of the day would be good. The endorphins were raging in her system, she had gotten her money's worth. She was already saving up for the next session, one where she would be able to take some man's breath away. Literally. She was planning on pasting a photo of her boss to the man's face before taping the plastic bag around his neck.