Chapter 4 I stood on the bed and walked up to her face. Her legs were still tied securely to the bed frame, and she shuddered deliciously as the vibrations of my steps went right up her asshole. I undid my pants and extracted my rock-hard cock from within, bending it downwards painfully in order to free it. My mother looked up at me, expectantly, as I placed the head of my dick on her lips. She took just the head into her mouth and nursed on it gently. Her teeth skimmed lightly over the surface and her tongue tried to open my piss hole insistently. I pushed forward and my cock sank into her mouth slowly. The head pushed against the back of her mouth and she gagged once before tilting her head slightly and continuing down the length of my cock. It felt incredible as she swallowed the whole length of me down her throat and began milking me like a nickel whore. She brought her head back and left just the head of my cock in her mouth again. Her eyes never left my own as she again descended down my length until my dick was passed her tonsils. She held it for a few seconds and then extracted it again, her tongue working its magic on the underside of my cock as it came back out. She repeated this manoeuvre slowly and methodically. When my glans plunged past her tonsils she would swallow, creating the most delightful sensation I had ever felt. She kept up this maddeningly slow pace until I could no longer speak. Our play session had me wound up pretty tight, and I knew she would be swallowing my seed in just a few moments. I grabbed the back of her head and buried myself into her throat. Her nose was pressed painfully against my pubic bone while I screamed and emptied my cum directly into her stomach. After my orgasm I still held her face against my pubic bone. She was running out of air and started coughing and gagging, but I never felt her teeth. Her oral prowess was beyond reproach. I released her head and she pulled back instantly, gasping for breath. "Thank you <gasp>Sir, for <gasp> using me <gasp>." I smiled at her. "You're welcome. Get cleaned up and then we'll have some real fun." I untied her legs and kissed her softly on the lips. She smiled and pulled herself off of the bedpost, her asshole slurping loudly as the post broke free from its grip. On legs that weren't quite steady she stepped to the door of the ensuite bathroom. "Slut? Aren't you forgetting something?" I threw my eyes at the bedpost and looked at her squarely. She didn't understand at first, but when I looked at the bedpost again, she mumbled "I'm sorry, Sir." She practically dove at the bedpost and licked off the slime that had built up. After a few minutes, the bedpost was squeaky clean and she stood before me, looking at the floor. "Please forgive me, Sir. I am just an absent-minded fuckslut that deserves to be punished. Will you punish me now, Master?" "No. I will punish you at my pleasure. Now go get cleaned up." I responded. I ventured downstairs to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of pop while my slut cleaned herself upstairs. I sat at the table and listened as the shower ran upstairs. If we kept up our current pace, I'd have to buy a ton of moisturizing cream to keep my slave's skin from drying out. I guess I'll just have to cut down on her showers. Within a few minutes I heard the shower shut off, and less than five minutes after that, my slut entered the kitchen, her eyes downcast. She kneeled on the floor in front of me and kept her eyes focused on a spot on the floor. I calmly sipped my drink while contemplating my next move. I was much calmer than I had any right to be, but the whole situation felt too natural to me to be nervous. It's difficult to explain if you haven't been in the same situation, and I doubt that many of you out there were ever in a situation quite like this one. I don't imagine that there are many seventeen year olds out there who have collared their mothers. I spoke softly, trying to impress upon my slut that I was not unhappy with her, but trying to control myself, nonetheless. "Until I say otherwise, your safe word is back in effect. I believe you when you say that your previous owner never heard your safe word, and I am sure that he was very thorough with you." I reached out and lifter her chin so that she was looking directly into my eyes. "I, however, am still new to this. I will inflict pain on you, with much enjoyment to all, I suspect. But there is the chance that I might damage you permanently as I experiment, and that would be a shame. So until I revoke it, your safe word is `Mercy'. Is that understood?" "Yes, Sir. Thank you for caring about your worthless slut." I released her delicate face and her gaze returned to the floor in front of her. "Very well," I answered, "I think it's time for me to claim another hole, don't you?" I asked her rhetorically. "Get me good and hard." Without moving her knees she leaned forward and rested her weight on my thighs. Her hands caressed me slowly, lovingly. She pressed her face over my groin and I could feel her hot breath on my balls through my pants. Her hands were busy, rubbing all over my lower back and ass. The heat from her breath was having an affect, and I could feel myself rising to half mast. She grabbed it through the material with her lips and hummed lightly, sending shivers up my spine. She looked up directly into my eyes and stuck out her tongue. She played with the zipper briefly with her tongue before closing an eye tooth on it and tugging lightly. Her eyes never left mine, and I could feel myself falling into her seduction quite easily. Once my zipper was down she reached into my fly slowly with both hands and grasped my stiffening prick through my underwear. She massaged it lightly, but her eyes never once left mine. She squeezed my shaft through the material of my boxer-briefs and made slow, deliberate movements along its length. I was quickly approaching full blown hard-on under her ministrations. She slowly lifted the material of my shorts away from my dick and unveiled it with an eerie reverence. Once exposed, she slowly, lovingly took my member into her mouth once again and began making oral love to it. As she lowered her mouth to the base of my dick she would hum slightly. When the shaft came free from the confines of her mouth on her upswing, she would make this little mewing sound. I was convinced that my little slut was born to suck and fuck like no other I had met before. She sucked me for a few more minutes, and when I was as stiff as I was going to get, I took her hands in my own and lifter her to a standing position. I pulled her forward, and she straddled my while I stayed sitting at the kitchen table. Her pussy was a swampy mess. It seemed that she enjoyed servicing her new master. She shifted her hips to guide my erect cock into her slit, and then slowly lowered herself down onto me. Once I was fully seated in her box, she raised and lowered herself in the most deliciously slow rhythm, only to repeat the cycle at the same leisurely pace. Her legs were splayed out to either side of me, and she would flex her muscles to force her piston-like motion. The net effect was that her pussy would clamp down on my hardness on every upward manoeuvre, and release me on the down stroke. Her control was wonderful, and I found myself wondering how she kept her legs in such good shape since I never saw her work out or go to the gym. Despite her slow pace, or perhaps because of it, I found myself approaching my peak much sooner than I had expected. My slut just kept the same slow rhythm and looked deep into my eyes. My fingers dug deep into her hips and I slammed my dick as far into her as I could. She slowly milked the cum from my balls all the while making this feral humming sound deep in her throat. I sat there gasping for a few moments before I was able to catch my breath. I looked down into my slut's eyes and saw nothing but adoration there. I thought she would be embarrassed after having fucked her own son, but then I realized that there was no embarrassment for a sub once her owner commands her. You could only be embarrassed by your own choices; when they are made for you, embarrassment doesn't enter into it. I released her hips so that she could pull herself off me. Without a word she dropped to her knees and lapped up the mess of our joining. When all traces of our combined juices were cleaned from my cock and balls, she returned my now flaccid dick into my briefs and did up my pants. Once that task was complete, she returned her gaze to her spot on the floor. I patted the top of her head affectionately, and I swear I heard her purr. I wandered over to the fridge and withdrew a bottle of water to quench my thirst. As I drank slowly I looked over at my new pet and saw with satisfaction that she hadn't moved a single muscle since I had left my spot in front of her. While I stared at her, a sliver of cum oozed from her slit and trickled down her right leg to join the pool that had already gathered on the floor by her knee. I walked to her side and leaned down until my mouth was close to her ear. "You're leaving a mess on the floor. Clean it up, and then join me in your room, dear slut." I downed half of the bottled water and proceeded up the stairs. I sat on her bed and waited for her to enter the room. When she did, she immediately came to my side and kneeled on the floor. As before, her gaze stayed fixed on the floor in front of her. "I imagine that your previous owner had some equipment that he used with you, did he not?" She nodded. "Show me." She entered her closet and pulled out a medium-sized box from the back corner. I noticed that there were no other boxes or articles of clothing blocking access to it, even though other boxes were piled three and sometimes four high. She placed the box on the bed and just as quickly returned to her kneeling position by the bed. The box was made from thick plastic, and not at all what I expected. The lid flipped open and revealed quite an assortment inside. There were dildos and vibrators, nipple clamps, several separate lengths of rope (with varying coarseness), two pairs of metal and one pair of fur-lined handcuffs, a regular ping pong paddle and one with dozens of short needles embedded into its face, a fairly drastic looking butt plug, and of course the piece de resistance right at the bottom: a severe paddle that looked like a miniature cricket bat with drill holes throughout its surface. There were also several pieces of leather and latex clothing, including stuff I didn't recognize, but I put those aside for the time being and focused on the paddles. "Tell me, slut, how is it that I never heard your owner beating you all those years?" "We were very careful," she replied, "and made sure that you were always out of the house. When you were home, He would mainly bind me and use the clamps. There were a few close calls." The way she emphasized the word `He,' I could actually hear the capital `H'. "I see." I spread the torture devices out on the bed and regarded each one individually. Most of the equipment was obvious in function, but there were a few pieces I could not decipher with a cursory glance. I had some research to do, although I imagined that it would be slightly more interesting and fulfilling than a typical school project. I turned to face my slut. "There are some changes that are going to take effect immediately. Some will be permanent and not subject to my earlier limitations. These changes will be in effect regardless of whether or not you are wearing a collar. Do you understand?" "Yes sir." "I am moving into this room. You will sleep on the floor, unless I tell you otherwise. Every morning you will wake me in an appropriate fashion, any questions?" She shook her head "Get dressed, we're going shopping. Wear a skirt and blouse, nothing underneath." She nodded her head, stood, and sauntered over to her closet where she stopped and turned to face me. "Sir, may your slut take a shower before dressing?" "No. I like you just the way you are." With that she entered the walk-in closet and began selecting her wardrobe. As she dressed, I entered my new ensuite bathroom and started the shower. I stripped and enjoyed the hot water as it cascaded down my body. Even though my slut had cleaned off my cock and balls after our earlier fuck, I still felt a lot fresher after my shower. No doubt, my slut was feeling a little "not so fresh" at the moment. I stepped out of the shower and my slut was standing there holding a fresh towel. Her eyes never once left the floor as she gently towelled me dry. I noticed that my discarded clothes were gone and a fresh set were laid out for me on the bed. I walked nude into the bedroom and my slut scurried over to the bed to retrieve the items she had laid out. She dressed me efficiently and I thought to myself that I could get used to this very quickly.