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My Mom The Dom
Mom called grandmother and invited her to come see a surprise. Grams arrived with her usually flair, in a chauffeur driven limo and accompanied by two male slaves.
She walked into the house like a queen. Her slaves, who were stark naked and in chains followed, as did her chauffeur who was nude from the waist down. Grams led all three by thin chains attached to rings in their penises.
Grams stopped to admire the garden, unconcerned by the fact that her slaves were in full view of any neighbors who might happen to look out of their windows. I waited on the back porch while she strolled through the flowers, occasionally bending to look closely at some flower or other. She kept a tension on the chains and her slaves watched closely, ready to move when she did. Those penis rings can be painful and they could never relax their vigilance. Finally she came into the house.
Grams gave me a big hug.
“So, I hear that you are a full fledged dominatrix now,” she said.
“Close, but I don’t know if I’m fully fledged,” I answered.
“Well, let’s just put you to the test, shall we?”
I led her to the parlor where Mom was waiting. They sat down and mom rang the tea bell for the maid to come in. The maid was Daddy of course. He was in a frilly French maid costume with a very short skirt, heels, stockings and even a bouffant wig. He minced into the room carrying a tray. Daddy can walk in heels (Mom trained him years ago) but he was in hobbles, manacles and a very large gag. The hobbles made him take very short steps. His cock and balls were tightly strapped in thin leather, and he was very hard. His cock peeked out from under the skirt.
Grams waited until he poured tea, then motioned him close. She gestured for him to lift his skirt, and she examined his penis. She noticed fresh red welts on it.
“Hmm, it looks like you’ve been punishing him,” she said to Mom.
“No, she has,” Mom answered nodding toward me.
Grams mouth opened. “You whipped your father’s cock?” she laughed.
“I sure did,” I said proudly. Daddy hung his head in shame.
Grams handed me her riding crop. “Show me.”
“Ok Daddy, raise your skirt higher,” I commanded. He did as I ordered then stood at attention.
I brought the crop down hard on his cock. Daddy groaned in his gag but managed to stay still. I gave him several more hard strokes, then looked at my grandmother.
“Not bad,” she nodded approvingly. “Give my boys a few too.”
Her slaves were kneeling in the hallway. I ordered them into the parlor and lined them up against the wall. Their cocks were already quite hard.
“Should I tie their hands?” I asked Grams.
“No, my boys are trained to take a whipping with being in restraint,” she said. “Just order them to clasp their hands behind their heads.”
I snapped my fingers at them and theirs hands went to the backs of their necks. One of them, the youngest man (who was actually very cute) looked pleading at Grams for a second.
“Later,” she told him, “If you take this well.”
He nodded, took a deep breath and came to attention.
“What was all that?” Mom asked.
“Oh, he absolutely adores being tied up,” Grandmother told her. “He was just asking for a little favor.”
“Oh.”
“If he takes his punishment well I will tie him so tightly that he will have trouble breathing when we get home.”
“For how long?”
“All night,” Grams answered. Her slave’s cock got even bigger and he trembled in excitement..
“Isn’t that a little dangerous?” I asked.
“Perhaps,” she said indifferently, “But if he lives through it there will be a puddle of semen under him in the morning.”
The slave’s chest swelled in pride. Grams nodded for me to proceed.
I grasped the chauffeur’s cock and pulled him forward a step. He closed his eyes, then thrust his pelvis forward. I took careful aim and smacked the crop onto his cock. The penis was knocked down, then flipped up, bounced for a moment then came to a stop pointing straight out. The chauffeur didn’t make a sound. I hit him again.
I struck the chauffeur’s cock twenty times then stopped. It was covered with red welts and was drooping just a little. His face showed his pain but he never made a sound.
I reached for his cock but it got rigidly hard again.
“I’m impressed,” Mom laughed.
I pushed the chauffeur back and grabbed the older slave by his balls.
“Ok grandpa, it’s your turn.”
He stepped forward.
I looked closely at his penis. It was very hard and I was interested in looking at it. It was gnarly looking, with ancient scars and welt. I didn’t think that a man his age could get that hard, much less stay that way for any length of time. I slapped it a few times from side to side, and it got bigger. “Is he on drugs?” I asked my grandmother.
“No, your grandfather is simply quite virile, even at his age.”
I looked into his face.
“Ready?” I asked.
He didn’t speak and his stayed straight ahead, but he nodded slightly. I slashed the riding crop onto his manhood.
Grandpa took his beating silently, but by the last stroke he did wince and his body was shaking. I felt sorry for him so I stroked his penis a few times. Even red and bruised it was very firm and I liked the feel of it. I continued to slide my hand over it until Grams told me to stop.
“Don’t let him cum,” she warned. “He’s not permitted.”
“How long?”
Grandfather looking resignedly at his wife and sighed.
“Two more months,” she answered. “It’s been two already.”
“Oh, then I had better be careful.” I ran the tip of my finger along the top of his penis. His chest rose and he hissed in passion.
“That’s not being careful,” Grams said sternly. “You could cause him to spurt by doing that.”
“I that true grandpa? Could you cum?” I teased. He scrunched his eyes closed and nodded miserably.
“Then no more touch for you.” I pushed him back in line and turned to the young slave.
“Now you know what this one wants,” Grams told me, “And I’ll grant his request if he can take fifty of your hardest blows on his penis without moving or making a sound. But if you can get him to move or cry out I’ll take you shopping at the most expensive jewelry store in town.”
“Ok, you’re on,” I told her. I grasped the slave’s balls as tightly as I could and tugged him forward. His face showed no emotion so I squeezed harder. Still no response, so I put both hands on him and bore down with all my strength. All that happened was his cock rose a little higher. I gave up and lifted the crop.
“Count each stroke,” I told him. He nodded and looked straight ahead. I hit him with all my might.
“One, thank you little mistress,” he said. I struck again.
“Two, with my deepest gratitude,” he said calmly.
“Number three was magnificent,” he said.
I beat that slave’s cock with every ounce of my strength, and he won.
After fifty strokes his expression hadn’t changed, his breathing was regular and he hadn’t budged. His cock was dark purple with bruising, and to my astonishment, it was spurting cum.
In my efforts I hadn’t noticed that he was ejaculating, and now I looked at fresh spots all over the carpet. I turned to my grandmother in indignation, and she burst out laughing. Mom was grinning at me too.
“Best little masochist I’ve ever known,” Grams told me. “And you’ve won your reward she said to him.
He knelt on the carpet and bowed deeply to her, then he raised his eyes to me and bowed even deeper. I really liked that, it made my pussy throb.
I noticed the cum spots on the carpet. “Slave Daddy, clean that up,” I said.
He knelt with his bottom in the air and began licking the floor.
“Now, what’s this surprise you have for me?” Grams asked Mom.
“Run upstairs, freshen up, then bring it down,” Mom told me.
I went to my room and stripped. I jumped into the shower for five minutes, then got dressed in my green domina outfit. Then I went to Mike’s room.
He was lying on his bed naked and spread eagled. He wasn’t tied down, he just hadn’t moved from the time I’d ordered him to stay there. When he saw me his cock rose.
I motioned him to rise, then to kneel while I buckled a slave collar to his neck. I clipped a leash to it and led him out of the room.
Grandmother’s eyes widened when I led my brother into the parlor. She stared for a moment, then clapped her hands in delight. Mom raised her hand then pointed to me. I turned to Mike.
“Wiggle,” I commanded.
He shook his body causing his penis to bounce from side to side.
“More,” I demanded. Mike shook harder. Grandmother giggled wickedly.
“Now up and down,” I ordered.
Mikey obediently thrust his pelvis forward and back making his cock jiggle up and down.
“You can do better than that,” I said. “Jiggle harder!”
Mike tried and he was soon huffing and puffing, but he never slowed his gyrations. I grabbed his balls and he squeaked in pain. I slapped his cock several times.
“Now make this thing bounce higher,” I commanded. Mike jerked his entire body deeply, then thrust upward. His cock bounced from his belly nearly to his knees.
After a few minute I ordered him to stop. I motioned for him to crawl to Grams’ feet.
“Lick her shoes,” I told him. He obeyed.
Daddy was still trying to clean the rug with his tongue, but he wasn’t having much success, so I told him to stand up. I lifted his skirt away from his cock, which was still very hard, and tugged him to the center of the room.
“Hold your skirt up and make your cock jiggle like Mikeys,” I told him.
Daddy obeyed and soon his penis was bouncing in a huge up and down arc. I made him do that for several minutes, then commanded him to stop.
“Put your hands behind your neck and squat down,” I ordered. He did as he was told.
“Spread your legs apart.”
He squirmed a little, hampered by his hobble, but managed to open his knees wide.
“Now duck walk around the room.”
Daddy looked very silly trying not to topple over, and he looked very sexy with his skirt up at his waist. Mike was still licking Grams’ shoes and she idly touched his face and waved him away. I tapped him on the back.
“You walk like Daddy is doing.”
“Yes mistress.”
He had it easier than Daddy, since his ankles weren’t tied together, but he still looked very silly. I liked the way that his cock bounced with every step.
I made my father and brother duck walk around the room for about fifteen minutes, and when they looked about to collapse I gave them a break.
“Very good,” Grams applauded. “They gave no sign of disobedience.”
I was very proud.
“What are you going to do next?” Grams asked.
I looked at her slaves, then made up my mind.
“I think I’d like to have all the males duck walk up to the great room,” I told her, “Only we’ll have leashes on their balls.”
“Excellent, then what?”
“Well since you are going to tie that slave so tightly,” I said pointing to her young male, “I’d like to watch and see how you do it.”
“I think we can manage that, let’s go.”
I fetched some thin leather leashes and we tied them very tightly around all the slaves’ balls, then we led them upstairs. Grandmother took the chauffeur, Mom took the young slave and grandfather, and I had Daddy and Mike. They waddled along the hallway but we had to allow them to walk up the stairs normally. I didn’t want any of them falling and hurting himself. When they were on the upper floor I lined them up and told them to duck walk around the great room.
Grams and Mom were laughing at the sight, but I decided that the slaves should all walk in step, so I gave them marching commands like a sergeant. Mom shrieked with laughter as all five penises bounced in unison.
I marched them back and forth the length of the room several times. Then I asked Grams to tie her young slave.
We locked all the other males into cages and Grams ordered the young one to lie on the floor and open his legs.
Grandmother removed his leash and tied a very thin, strong cord very tightly around his balls. She wrapped it carefully in a nice neat row until it pushed his balls away from his body. The she reached into her purse and took out a medium sized dildo. She wet it with her tongue, which brought a groan of envy from Grandpa, and inserted it into the slave’s rectum. After that she ran the rest of the cord between his buttocks, wrapped it around his waist and tied it off. She rolled him onto his chest and pulled his arms up and together at his back. He must have been double jointed because she was able to make his elbows meet. Then she wrapped rope all the way from his wrists to his shoulders. After that she used string to tie each of his fingers to the one on the opposite hand.
I watched enthralled as she tied a short spreader bar between his knees, then brought his ankles together and tied them. She wrapped a leather band around his forehead and led a rope from the back of it to his ankles, then she began to pull and tug and pull some more until his body was bent into the tightest bow I’ve every seen. His cock was pointed backwards and Gram knelt on it. He squeaked in delight as he weight bore down. She pulled and pulled on the ropes until he was bent almost into a circle.
She removed her knee and straightened up.
“Put your foot on his cock,” she told me. I rested my foot on it.
“No, put your weight on it,” she commanded.
I shifted all my weight and balanced on that solid penis. The slave sighed in delight and astonishingly his cock didn’t flatten at all. I felt like I was standing on a baseball bat.
Grams tugged harder.
And when I didn’t think he could bend any more, she put her foot in the small of his back and tugged again. The slave’s neck muscles were standing out and his face showed a great strain, but he winked at me when she tightened his ropes another half inch. His cock was absolutely huge!
When my grandmother finally stepped away from that poor slave I felt sorry for him. And I could see how he might have problems breathing in that position, especially after she jammed a huge ball gag into his mouth.
I thought that she must be finished but them she untied the cord around his balls and replaces it with a thin wire. She left a small loop open.
“Piano wire,” she said as she tightened it around the base of his balls. She placed a stick in the loop and tightened it like a tourniquet and I watched his maleness grow larger and it was deep purple. I heard Mom suck in her breath. She touched the slave’s cock and it didn’t move.
“That is the hardest penis I’ve ever seen,” she whispered in awe.
“Will he be all right?” I asked Grams in a whisper.
In reply she just pointed to a puddle of cum that was seeping out of his cock.
“Put your foot back on it,” she said.
I did and it didn’t give in the slightest. I bounced up and down, and it held firm.
“Stomp on it,” Grams told me.
I paused and looked at the slave. He was looking back at me out of the corner of his eye. I saw a faint smile on his lips. I pressed down harder.
My grandmother sighed in exasperation. She gently pushed me aside.
“This is what I mean,” she slammed her foot onto that penis with all her force. I expected to see it burst like an apple, but the slave merely rolled his eyes into his head and began spurting cum across the floor.
I rolled him onto his side and was astonished to see cum pulsing out of his penis.
I looked into his eyes and saw that he was unconscious. I shook him but there was no response
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“He is out for the count,” Grams said. “But when he wakes up you will stomp him the proper way.”
“Yes ma am.” I grasped his cock and it felt cool but very hard. I stroked it a few times but he didn’t move.
“While that boy takes a nap, why don’t you practice on another slave,” Mom suggested. The other males shrank back.
I looked them over. “Ok, lets see if I can destroys daddy’s penis,” I giggled. My father went white.
We tied daddy just as tightly as the other boy, except that I was the one who bound up his cock. Grandmother had plenty of piano wire and when I finished daddy’s cock was just as hard as her slave.
I stood up, took aim, then jumped.
Daddy let out a terrific scream when I landed with both feet. He jerked so violently that I was toppled off my feet, but I caught myself, stood back up and jumped again. Daddy took five more before he fainted. Grams and Mom applauded. Then they turned to Mikey.
My poor brother writhed in pure terror as we stared at him, but finally Mom snorted.
“He’s still too young to survive that kind of torture,” she said. “He needs more conditioning, but don’t worry,” she smiled at him. “Your day will come.”
Gram’s slave finally woke up. He wriggled in his bonds and sighed happily. I rolled him onto his side and looked into his face.
“Did you enjoy what we did to you?” I asked him. He blinked in affirmative.
“And I bet you like being tied this tight too?”
He whimpered like a happy puppy.
“And you like this too?” I squeezed his cock.
“Too bad,” I laughed, “Because I feel rather cruel today.” I took my hand away. He sighed in disappointment.
“But maybe this will help,” I said. I pinched his nipple very hard. His taut muscles tightened even more and the dribble of cum suddenly became a spurt. It shot across the floor and splattered toward the cages. I let him go and he dropped back onto his stomach.
“Well done,” Grandma told me with a hug. “What would you like to do now?”
I looked at the rest of the slaves. They perked up in their cages and looked hopefully at me.
“I think I’d like to tie all of them just as tight as this one,” I said.
The slaves rose a little higher.
“Which one do you want?” Mom asked.
“Hmm, how about Grandpa?”
My grandfather gasped in delight and he squirmed forward so that his penis came between the bars.
“Oh, I’m afraid not,” Grams said sadly. “As much as he would like it, I dare not put him under that kind of stress. His heart just can’t take that kind of strain.”
“Is something wrong?” Mom asked concerned. “I just saw you whip him not a week ago.”
“Oh, after his last check up the doctor warned me that he was all right for pain but at his aged extended periods of immobility weren’t recommended.”
“Well, I guess Doctor Mills ought to know about extended periods of immobility,” Mom laughed.
Doctor Mills is a client to both Grams and Mom, and he loves to be tied tightly and teased for hours. We have a neat arrangement where he treats their clients when Mom or Grandmother get too rambunctious and cause injuries, and in return he gets tortured for free.
“Well, if Grandpa is out, how about my brother?” I asked.
Mike lowered his head in embarrassment, but his penis rose a few notches just the same. Mom shrugged. “You are in charge,” she told me.
I opened Mike’s cage and motioned him out. He resumed the duck walk and I thought that he looked so silly and so cute that I tied a cord around his balls and led him around the room for several minutes.
I left Mike’s maid dress on, along with the nylons, but I tied him the same way Grams had tied her boy.
Grams stood close and offered advice, and she always could get the ropes tighter than I thought possible. Just when I didn’t believe that I could pull a rope any more she would place her hand over mine and we would pull it tighter. Mike suffered in silence, as he’s been trained to do, but his masochistic nature showed through because his cock was just as hard as the other slave’s when we finished.
I stood up and looked over our handiwork. “Something is missing,” I mused.
“Now what could that be?” Mom smiled.
“I know.” I pushed Mike’s body toward the other slave. I placed his face at the other’s crotch and removed his gag.
“Open up.”
He obeyed and I pulled the slave’s penis into Daddy’s mouth. The flow of cum immediately increased.
“Swallow,” I ordered.
Mike’s throat worked but the slave was pumping so much that it spilled out between Mike’s lips.
I wanted to put Daddy’s cock in the other male’s mouth but the tight arc of their bodies prevented this. They were bent away from each other. Oh well, can’t have everything.
“Mike you keep that in your mouth until I tell you to stop, do you hear?”
A tear rolled out of his eye but he blinked affirmative.
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