Retraining Mom

byGiantNutWrites©

"Mr Clark, I am glad you came by today," said the crisp voice of a slender man dressed in a bespoke grey suit and matching grey vest. He smiled when I stopped in front of him and extended a hand.

I nodded and shook the head trainer's firm grip. That's right. His name was Samuel. How could I forget? I was a nervous wreck, but I concealed it behind a poker face that I had mastered over the years and just hoped he wouldn't notice.

"Is she ready, Samuel?"

"Yes, she is." He gestured me to follow. "Please follow me."

We left the spacious lobby, passed the attractive receptionist, and continued into a well lit hallway with expensive looking paintings hanging from the walls.

"In here, Mr Clark." Samuel stopped in front of a door and held it open for me. I nodded my thanks and entered the room.

It was an office. I had expected it to be as grand as the rest of the building, but everything about it was plain and, funnily enough, looked like Samuel himself: from the simple grey chairs, to the grey desk, and a grey lamp. Even the walls were painted a dull grey. A bookshelf sat in the corner of the room, and I noticed with curiosity that it was lined with books about human psychology and brain biology.

"Please. Sit."

I lowered myself into the chair in front of the desk and Samuel sat down opposite me. He smiled. "May I offer you a drink? Coffee? Tea? We even have hot cocoa."

Hot cocoa sounded amazing, but I didn't want to hassle him so I shook my head instead.

"No thanks."

"Alright." He cleared his throat and slid his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Your mother is doing well. Perfect, in fact. Her training has been a success. We have wiped out her memory and implemented false ones in its place, and she has completed her training."

"She is very desperate to get sold." he continued, the smile still plastered on his face. "We have not left a mark on her, on the outside at least, but she may be a bit... traumatised from her training. I am sure you understand why this was necessary?"

I nodded. Their procedure was always the same.

Their clients (me in this case) paid a hefty sum of in exchange for anyone of their choosing (provided they are not high profile and no one will notice their sudden disappearance for two months) to be made into a sex slave. Clients were all rich and powerful individuals, mostly old lonely men who were desperate for love and sex, or young men using daddy's money who couldn't seem to keep their hormones in check.

My best friend, Dean, was the latter. He had introduced me to the organisation and had vouched for me. Apparently he was a favorite of the organisation but even still, they had me sign a non disclosure agreement.

Samuel never mentioned it, but it was clear that I was an odd one. An average looking twenty-two year old man who lived a mediocre life and never had anything more than a mediocre car. Such a man could never afford owning a slave.

Fortunately for me, Dean had sponsored me to send my Mom over for her 'retraining' as he liked to call it.

I will never forget the day we had the conversation that changed my life forever.

***

Two months ago.

"You do realise that your mom is like, super hot right?" Dean said as she passed us.

He had mentioned this before, several times in fact, but the tone of his voice told me that he wasn't going into those long winded conversations of the several positions he would fuck my mom in.

"Yeah..."

"Do you want to fuck her?"

I spat my drink at that and went into a coughing fit, which made Dean burst into laughter.

"Is everything okay out there?" My mom poked her head in from the kitchen.

"Yeah, Mrs Clark." Dean was still laughing. "Everything's fine."

"So you want to fuck her too, right?" asked my best friend after my mom was out of sight again. "Come on, it's obvious the way your gaze follows her whenever she passes by swaying that juicy ass of hers."

"Are you okay, Dean? Are you sure you took your medicines this morning?"

I was joking but he was right; I want to fuck my mom. Sandra was the perfect example of exquisite Asian beauty: long black hair that fell in short waves to her breasts, legs strong and perfectly toned since childhood by ballet, and later on, from frequent visits to the gym, wide hips below a slender waist that created the elegant curves most women could only dream of, and natural, teardrop-shaped breasts that just yearn to be fondled.

At the age of only thirty-seven, Sandra still turned the heads of every man and even the occasional woman. She had been the central character in my fantasies ever since I discovered masturbation. My friends always told me how lucky I was to have a hot mom, but it was the complete opposite; it was like torture seeing the woman of your dreams everyday, yet not being able to do anything beyond pleasuring yourself to thoughts of her.

Dean went quiet for a while. He would open his mouth, paused, closed it, then lapsed into silence again.

He finally spoke, "I have something to share with you, Andrew." He paused, then leaned in closer to whisper, which was unnecessary since no one could hear us anyways. "But promise me you won't freak out or tell anyone."

I didn't know how to react to that so I just nodded.

"No, you need to promise me."

So I did. He then told me everything. The secret organisation that he and his dad were frequent clients of. The harem of girls that lived back at his mansion. And how he spent most of his days just fucking them.

"That's why I seldom invite you over to my place," he admitted. "It creates a huge fuss; I have to hide all my girls and have them clean up the place." He frowned. "My section of the house always reeks of sex, no matter how many times I have my girls clean it."

He then told me that his dad actually found out about the organisation via a coworker, only to pay a ludicrous sum of money to enslave a woman who soon became his wife - Dean's mother.

"She's in my harem too," my best friend said, and he couldn't help but grin. "Dad got tired of her after a while and gifted her to me for my eighteenth birthday. "She's currently the oldest of my slaves, but she is crazy good in bed; all of my most, uh, memorable moments came from her."

I didn't believe what he said, but he had expected that reaction. I mean, who would? So he brought me to his mansion and showed me his harem. Fifteen beautiful women lined up in front of us, all completely bare and positioned in the same stance: kneeling on the ground, hands clasped at their backs and gazes cast down.

"Your sister is not part of it?" I asked, a little surprised.

Dean smiled. He knew that I had -and still have- a huge crush on his older sister. All three of us were classmates since middle school, and it was love at first sight for 12 year old me. I never had the confidence to ask her out though, and shorty after she became a cheerleader, she was taken by one of the jocks.

"Soon. Dad was stubborn at first, saying she doesn't deserve this. Wanted a bright future for her. But after many arguments, he finally relented on the condition that I will never hurt her and that I have to take up learning the family business." His smile faded and his brow furrowed. "Whatever. It will be worth it. Wanting to be a lawyer, my ass. She belongs in my bedroom. You know her well enough; way hotter than my mom over there."

I glanced at his mom in the middle and my boner seemed to get even harder. Radiant red hair that had been curled and trimmed to shoulder length, a toned body to rival my mom's, but the jaring difference was in breast size: they were HUGE and jiggled whenever she made even the slightest movement.

Dean's mother didn't seem to take notice, or care about, the insult her son had just given her. She just stayed in position, with her gaze kept down.

Dean must have noticed me ogling his mother because he whistled to her, like one would whistle to a dog, "Mom, here. Now."

His mother -Cindy, I think that was her name- immediately obeyed, her boobs swinging wildly from side to side as she strode to him in an exaggerated, sexy manner. She immediately dropped to her knees when she reached her son and started undoing his jeans.

"No." Dean slapped his mother, not hard enough to cause real pain (at least it didn't look like it), but the sound of his hand hitting her flesh echoed throughout the room and I could see the other girls flinching. He lifted her chin with a finger and she was trying her best not to meet his eyes. "Did I give you permission to do that?"

"No, Master," she said, then in a softer, more timid tone, "Please forgive me, Master."

It seemed to work. Dave smiled and pecked her on the lips, which made her -very noticeably- shiver in delight. He then turned to me and offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Andrew, I like to be a bit... uh... rough with my ladies."

Now that he mentioned it, I could make out faint marks on most of the girls. Red marks around the breasts, cheeks, stomach and most noticeably - the ass.

I didn't know how to respond to that so I just pointed at his mom instead, who was now sucking on his index finger, treating it as if it were a cock.

"You still call her Mom? Why not just Cindy?"

"I really don't know why. I just get crazy turned on by it." Dean began stroking her head and she reacted by purring in delight.

"You're my bitch, aren't you, Mom?"

She nodded, still bobbing her head on his finger.

"Say it."

Cindy stopped sucking and looked at him, "I am your bitch, Master."

She continued with her sucking and licking and Dean pointed to her, "You can make your own mother just like her. Your very own bitch."

"How much will it cost?"

"Five hundred thousand dollars."

"What?"

"You don't need to pay for it," he said. "I will pay for you. All I ask in return is to fuck her, whenever I want, uhh.. whenever you are not fucking her, that is. Let's say once a week. Sound fair?"

"Think about it, Andrew," he pressed when I didn't answer him. "You will have your mom as your own personal bitch. Forever. And you don't need to risk anything, or spend a dime. All I ask is to borrow her some of the time."

I considered it. "What would happen to her? I mean," I pointed to the girls, then at his mom, "what would they do to my mom? Would it hurt?"

"I am not a hundred percent sure; they don't tell us their methods. All I know is they wipe out their memories and then train them to be slaves. It's quick, effective, and most importantly, it works." He turned his attention back to his mom slave, drew out his wet finger and kissed her on the lips. She responded by shoving her tongue inside his mouth and crushing her enormous chest against his chest.

They made out for only a few seconds before Dean pulled back and his mom whimpered. "So, Andrew. What's it gonna be? I mean, you can't say no. Look at this, look at her. You will never go to bed with a sad cock ever again."

I told him that I would think about it. I really didn't know what to think. My brain was still processing all this new bizzare information.

"Alright, but trust me, you wouldn't want to say no to this. I was hesitant and scared at first when Dad introduced me to all of this, but man..." Dean bent down again to lick his mother's erect nipples, savouring the first one, and then the other, "... it's so fucking worth it."

He drove me home after that, and I was silent during the car ride. I wanted to take the deal, but it would mean destroying my mother's life. Brainwashing her against her will. No one would wish for that.

We pulled up in front of my house and Dean sneaked a peek through the windows, probably hoping to catch a glimpse of my mom. "Oh, and Dave," he said as I got out of his Rolls Royce, "if you ever feel horny, you can come over anytime and use some of my girls." He paused. "Except Rose and Elly. Those two are my current favorite and are off limits. I don't even lend them to Dad."

I said bye to him and headed straight toward my room to think. I didn't see mom, which was odd because she was usually sprawled on the living room couch every evening watching Netflix.

But in the end it didn't take me long to make up my mind. As I lay in my bed considering Dean's offer, there was a knock on my door.

"Come in."

It was my mom, of course, since there was only me and her living in our two bedroom bungalow. But what surprised me was the dress she was wearing.

It was a sexy black lace dress that displayed more of her body than it covered. Her arms and most of her legs were completely bare showing off her smooth olive skin. Her breasts, which were always disappointingly fully covered, were now only loosely obscured by two thin straps that interjoined with her back and making a beautiful 'V' shape between her breasts. The dress ended way above her knees and outlined her ass nicely.

I gaped at her. She had never dressed this sexy before.

"How do I look?" Mom asked, and twirled around for me. I could of swore that I glimpsed see-through black lingerie underneath. She was no doubt looking for some action tonight, and strangely, it made me angry.

"Uhh... great," I coughed, trying to catch sight of the lingerie again as she twirled. "Yeah, great. You look great."

I pulled the blanket higher over my body so she wouldn't notice my raging boner.

"You think so? I think it's a bit too sexy, but for tonight, I feel like it's justified."

"Uh huh." I grabbed my phone. "Hey Mom, mind if I snap a photo of you?"

"Sure." She smiled and did one of those cheesy poses. She probably thought it was for Instagram, but the moment she left my room, I would be jacking off to it.

"Kevin is bringing me on a fancy date tonight," my mom said excitedly . "L'Etoile d'Or. The three Michelin star Italian place."

"L'Etoile d'Or? Wow Mom, I am really jealous."

Yeah I was jealous. I was jealous of Kevin.

"Anyways, dinner is in the fridge and there's a new expensive bottle of wine Kevin bought for me hidden somewhere in the cabinet." Mom gave me a wave as she walked out the door, "Just leave some for me if you decide to drink it."

I wasn't paying attention to her words. All I could think of was her. I looked at the photo I had just taken of her, then at the door she'd just left from, then at the photo again. All doubt in my mind disappeared as I stared at her curves, her jaw dropping features.

I punched in the familiar number on my phone.

"Dean?" I said as I pushed myself out of my bed and grabbed a bottle of lotion and some tissues, "Yeah, when can you make it happen?"

***

Two months later

"Mr Clark?"

I jolted up and stared blankly at the grey man.

Samuel's smile never faltered. "As I was saying, your mother, Sandra Clark, is ready for you. Have you thought of a slave name yet?"

I nodded. It was not compulsory to rename your slave, but everyone does it.

"Mind telling me her new name? Apologies but it needs to go on our record."

"Yeah, it's... Kate."

"A beautiful name, Mr Clark." The head trainer headed for the door with purposeful strides and held it open for me again.

My legs were sore by the time we reached the holding cells. Dozens and dozens of brightly lit rooms, and instead of walls at the front and back, there were one way mirrors instead. All the doors had a sign that displayed the occupant's identifying number in large bold letters.

I spotted a cute brunette in her young twenties in one of the rooms we passed. She was sitting on the edge of the king sized bed and looked miserable. The room, although not large, was as well furnished as the rest of the building.

Finally Samuel stopped at a door at the end of the hallway and nodded to the guard who was standing at attention. The guard nodded back. The door read SLAVE #1101 and I gulped, my nerves suddenly increasing tenfold. I didn't even bother peeking inside.

"Do not be afraid, Mr Clark," Samuel said in that crisp voice of his, but it still didn't bring me any comfort. "In her current state, she is very docile and submissive." He pointed a thumb at the guard. "There are multiple cameras in there and if we see any signs of her suddenly becoming unstable and attacking you, security will immediately arrive on the scene."

He brought out the smile onto his face again. I hated that smile. It was the one professionals always used. A bright smile to the unaware, but just an empty replica of the genuine thing.

"So far, no incident like that has ever happened, but it's just a precaution. Our number one priority is our client's safety."

"And judging by the profile you have provided us," he continued, "you have no interest in slapping, choking, rape play or any kind of hard core sex, am I right?" He paused and my face turned bright red. "So if you decide to perform sexual intercourse with your slave, any signs of violence to you will be considered a threat to your safety. Do you understand, Mr Clark?"

"Wait, you guys will still be watching even if I decide to..."

"That is correct, Mr Clark." His smile didn't waver. "Don't worry, we are professionals and all footage will be secured then deleted after forty eight hours, unless of course you request them be supplied to you. You must understand that this is for your own safety. Your slave will remain here until we are satisfied that she has fully accepted you as her Master and is in a completely stable condition."

I could only nod dumbly.

"Alright, Mr Clark. You may enter." There was a buzz and the door swung open.

I let out a deep exhale and walked in.

"And Mr Clark," Samuel said and I paused at the doorway to look back at him. "Congratulations. I don't usually say this, but she is a very attractive woman. One of the most attractive I have had the pleasure of training." His damn smile took on the faintest note of something genuine and he gave me a little bow.

"Please enjoy yourself."

***

Mom -perhaps I should call her Kate now- was huddled in a corner with her knees to her chest and, much to my delight, completely nude.

I stood there and admired her for a while. I had seen my mom naked before - multiple times in fact. I had figured out her phone's passcode after seeing her unlock it a couple dozen times, and had sneaked a look at it when she was dozing off on the living room's couch.

She had A LOT of nudes in there. A treasure cove of premium fapping material. Probably for her boyfriend Kevin's viewing pleasure. I had then copied all the photos -and there were even a couple of videos too- to my computer and if there was a world record for the number of times masturbating in a single week, I would definitely be one of the top contenders.

I noticed with satisfaction that Samuel had taken my comments seriously. Her hair, long and smooth, was now styled in a sexy french braid that ended right above the curve of her back. I always wondered how she would look with one and, oh boy, it was fucking hot.

She looked up at me with fear in her eyes when I drew closer and I braced myself for anything.

Her voice had changed. Her once silky smooth voice was nowhere to be heard and she spoke in a high pitched and childlike manner.

"Please don't punish me. I haven't done anything wrong."

I immediately felt a pang of guilt. What have I done? She looked terrified, and my first instinct was to embrace her.

"No, please don't, please don't," Kate pleaded and backed herself up to the wall.

Right. She doesn't recognise me anymore.

What have they done to her. What have I done?

"Mo-, Kate." I tried to speak in a gentle tone. "I am not here to hurt you."

Her eyes widened, and for a moment she actually looked hopeful.

"If not to hurt me, then what are you here for?"

I remembered the story that I had to play along. She now believed she was a slave for sale.

"I am just here to see you, Kate. I just purchased you."

Kate gasped. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Please don't torture me with false hope. Did you really buy me?"

I nodded and she hugged her knees closer.

"Why me? They told me I was hideous and no one would ever want me."

I inched nearer to her and this time she didn't cower away. "Kate, I think you are beautiful. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

I was finally so close to her. So close that I could make out her scent. It was different from what she used to smell like.

Vanilla and something fruity. Divine, like an angel, and expensive.

"Kate?" Is that my name? I always wanted a name."

"Yes, it is. Do you like it?"

"Kate," my slave tasted the word then smiled at me. A genuine smile. "Yeah, I like it."

I reached out a hand and she flinched. I jerked back and waited for her to calm down and she finally nodded. I tried to manage a comforting smile to her, hoping it would work because inside, I was still a nervous wreck.

I leaned over to her, slowly this time and began stroking her cheeks. She smiled at me again and placed a hand over mine. Her touch was electric, and it made me shiver and sent goosebumps prickling all over my arm.

"Do you really think I am pretty?"

"Honey, you are fucking hot." I lowered my hand to the sides of neck, rubbing for a while then skimming to her teardrop breasts.

Oh god, they felt amazing. Not as large as Dean's mom's, but nothing to scoff at either. They seemed to fit perfectly in my outstretched palms and I exhaled, my breath becoming more ragged as I got more horny and more confident. I squeezed those perfect breasts and Kate inhaled sharply, holding my eyes, but not doing anything to stop me.

"You are so fucking hot," I repeated.

I am really touching my mother's breast. Oh god.

"Thank You." She looked at me and her eyes twinkled. The same twinkle I saw whenever she sees that damn boyfriend of hers pulling up in our driveway.

"What is your name?" my slave asked.

I smirked at her. "You don't need to know. You just call me Master, or when we are in public a 'Sir' would do."

Kate nodded then buried herself into me. "I can't believe I have a Master now." She started sobbing. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

Thoughts began forming in my head as I debated how I wanted to fuck her. All my fantasies could become a reality now. I could have her make out with Dean's mom while I fucked them both from behind. I will bring that idea up with Dean. I am sure he would approve.

"Master?"

"Hmm?"

Kate had stopped crying and was sniffling instead.

"Will you be kind to me?"

"Kate, darling. If you are a good girl and do whatever I say, I will never hurt you."

"I am glad to hear that, Master. I promise I will be a good girl. I always have."

As she said that, my raging boner throbbed against her and she giggled. "Master, do you want to see what your slave can do?"

Was she implying?... Oh god. I needed to make sure.

"What do you mean?"

My slave smiled mischievously. "In our training, we were taught various skills on how to please our future Masters. I was always top of my class. I thought that since I was not attractive, at least being good at sex would compensate for it." She looked down at my bulge and licked her lips. "Would you like me to show you what I can do, Master?"

This was it. This was going to happen.

I glanced at a camera that was perched on a corner of the room. Fuck it. Whoever is watching, I hope you have a great time.

"Master?"

"Yeah." I leaned closer to her. "Please show me that you are worth the money I spen-"

Kate's lips were on mine in an instant. I always wondered how she tasted since I frequently saw her applying some kind of lip gloss whenever she went on a date.

It was honey. Sweet, savoury and ripe. Holy fuck she tasted good.

I can't believe it. I was actually kissing my own mother. My own fucking mother.

My slave deepened the kiss and leaned forward, laying me flat on the ground. I squeezed and pinched those juicy ass cheeks of hers while her lips explored mine. In response, she bit down on my lower lip -not too hard, but enough to get me going- and growled.

This was our first kiss. A kiss I will never forget, and it certainly won't be our last.

Kate finally drew back and smiled. "Let's go to the bed, shall me?" My slave winked then extended a hand.

I took it and she pulled me off the floor and led me by hand to the large bed that sat at the opposite end of the room.

Kate jumped on me as soon as we reached the bed. This time it was more lustful and her tongue tasted me in long, heavy strokes and I instinctively started dry humping her. She retaliated by moaning and crushing her breasts and stomach against me.

I gently pushed her off me. "Okay, stop."

Kate looked confused, and horrified. "What's wrong, Master? Was I not to your satisfaction? Please give me one more chance. I promise I will do better."

I gave her a reassuring smile. "No, it's not that. You were fucking amazing. It's just..." I pointed at my bulge. "I was going to come and I want to be inside you when I do."

"What? Just from kissing?"

I hoped the camera couldn't picked up audio. Otherwise whoever was watching was probably having the time of his life right now.

"Yeah, I uh, don't have much experience." I surveyed her body, lingering on her most important bits. "You are just so fucking sexy, Kate. I swear you could make me come just by talking dirty at me."

My slave flashed me that mischievous grin of hers. "Oh, do you want me to talk dirty then?"

"No, just... take it slow. I want to come in you so bad you have no idea."

"I want that too, Master. We will do it slowly then." Her gaze flitted to my jeans. "Shall I undress you now?"

"Now?" I stammered, "Uh, yeah sure."

Kate giggled. "I am so glad to have you as my Master, Master. You are so adorable. We will have so much fun together." She slowly undid my pants and tossed them aside.

I wasn't wearing underwear. I didn't think I would need it.

"It's so big, Master." My slave's eyes widened as she gingerly reached for my wet cock. It throbbed at her touch and she gasped, "And so warm."

I could only nod dumbly. "Yeah."

Kate giggled again and unbuttoned my shirt. She seemed really amused by my nervousness. My slave leaned forward again and I close my eyes for the kiss, but she settled her lips close to my ear instead.

"Where do you want me, Master?" she whispered, her voice couched low and seductive. "Do you want to take me in the ass?" She took my right hand and slapped it to one cheek. It jiggled from my touch. "I can take a big cock like yours. Or..." Kate moved my fingers down to her cunt and had them circle over her labia, "... do you want to fuck me here?"

I went even more red in the face. "Uhh.. where do you like it the most?"

"I like whatever you like, Master." Her seductive voice was sending me over the edge. "I can even give you a boobjob if you want." Kate began loosely running a finger on the underside of my cock, then cupping my balls in a warm grip. I moaned. "Or a handjob. You can do whatever you want to me, Master."

"Your pussy," I finally said. "Your fucking pussy."

"Excellent choice," she replied cheerfully. My slave positioned herself in the middle of the bed and spread her hips wide. "Are you ready to take me, Master?"

"Yeah." My chest was heaving in and out with lust and my breaths were getting heavier by the second. I had never been this turned on in my life, this excited.

This is happening. This is really happening.

I climbed on top of her and she cradled the back of my neck and pulled me into her sweet, inviting lips once again. This time I was ready. I kissed her with as much passion as I could muster. So many years of fantasizing about this moment, so many years of masturbating to my mom, all thrown into that single kiss.

I finally pulled away and down, kissing her earlobes, her neck, a breast, then sucking and savouring each of her erect nipples.

"Oh fuck, Master. Fuck." Kate gasped. "You are really good at this."

I wanted to explore every inch of her. After all, it was my right now. She was now my slave.

My property.

"I am going to fuck you so fucking hard, you little bitch," I growled then flinched at the tone of my voice. Why did I say that?

"What's wrong, Master?" my slave asked before bursting into another fit of giggles, "Don't you want to fuck me 'so fucking hard'?"

I didn't answer and Kate slid herself down so we were face to face once more. She leaned closer, just enough for our lips to touch, then fidgeted for a bit before whispering, "My pussy is right below you now, Master. Please fuck me now. I want to know how you feel inside me."

I didn't hesitate; I was done with waiting. With a wild thrust of my hips, I slid my full length into her. I came out there once, and it seemed comedic I was going in again.

Many, many more times again.

Kate's eyes went wild as I entered. She shut them and moaned so loudly that I thought she had cum. I almost did too.

At first, my thrusts were slow and lacking in confidence. I hadn't been in a woman for ages and it didn't help my nerves that I was inside my own mother now. But Kate smiled warmly and whispered words of encouragement. Desire for her then took over and I finally found a steady rhythm that I liked and soon enough, we were both riding waves and waves of pleasure as my hips pounded onto her with mad vigor, making the bed shake and rocking her body.

The feel of her pussy was exquisite and it seemed to flex then tighten as I forced myself deeper and deeper into her until I could not go any further. Kate wasn't moaning any longer; she was biting her lower lip and her eyes were now locked on mine. She planted her feet firmly onto the bed and pushed her hips forward as I slammed into her, the first few thrust awkward, then perfectly in sync with mine as she let out grunt, after grunt, after grunt.

It was like music to my ears. A melody that told me that she was close to the edge. I was close too, very very close, but I summoned every drop of willpower to keep my climax at bay.

"Come in me, Master. Come in your slave," Kate grunted out in between thrust. Those words coming out from my own mother's lips sent me over the edge and I quickened my rhythm, then moaned as I exploded into her. An orgasm that I felt all the way to my toes.

My slave took all of me in with more grunts then screamed as she was hit by her own orgasm. A cry so powerful and wild, that it seemed as if the air thinned and the walls shook.

So Mom is a screamer. Good to know.

After what seemed like forever, my orgasm finally subsided and I collapsed on top of her writhing body. Kate's orgasm passed too and we lay there our sides, staring at each other in silence.

I was still inside her, and I sure as hell didn't want to leave. I drew my hands down to her ass, one on each cheek, and gave them a light slap. My way of showing her that I enjoyed it. Kate just smiled and pecked me on the lips before resting her head on my shoulders and snoring softly soon after.

I stayed awake for a couple hours longer, replaying the events in my mind over and over. I was still finding it hard to believe what just happened, but the evidence was all here, with my cock buried deep inside her and her firm-yet-soft ass in my palms. I sighed happily and let exhaustion settle in, falling asleep with my nose buried in between my mother's breast.

***

Kate was still asleep when I woke up.

I frowned when I realised that I wasn't in her anymore. I must have moved a lot because my arms were now dangling at the side of the bed, far away from her ever comforting warmth.

I inched myself closer to my slave, not close enough to touch her -I didn't want to disturb her- but close enough to admire my pet's features up close.

I realised, with amusement, that there was a tiny mole beside her right nipple and a faint scar mark just inches above her belly button.

I admired her olive skin, that contrasted perfectly with her black braid of hair, at her teardrop breasts that I now knew the feeling of, at her now soft nipples, just begging to be sucked, at her elegant curves that exaggerates her luscious bottom, and finally at her toned legs. They were definitely one of her best features: firm and strong while the skin on top of those toned muscles were utterly soft and smooth.

Perfection.

She was definitely way above my league (above most men's league) and I felt that I didn't deserve such a jewel of a woman.

Kate opened her eyes and blinked. "Good morning, Master."

I greeted her and she sat up and stretched. "Where do you want me today, Master?"

"Let's wash ourselves first. I want you to make me a hot bath."

Mom hadn't washed me ever since I was a little kid, and it was oddly comforting (and way more sexual, since I played with her breasts while she cleaned me) to have her do it again.

My cock was already throbbing with anticipation by the time she was done. "Kate, can I tell you something embarrassing?"

"What is it, Master?"

"I haven't ever received a blowjob in my life."

The smile she gave me told me everything.

I relaxed myself on the edge of the tub while she kneeled in between my hips and looked up at me for a moment. There was that twinkle in her eyes again. "You are so going to love this."

And, oh boy, did I. It was definitely a personal record how many times I came that morning.

It was way past noon by the time we were done and Kate was practically covered in my cum. She washed herself up for the fourth time and we had one last shag before I had to go. There was a strict policy of no visitors allowed past three.

After a tear filled hug and a farewell kiss that lingered sweetly on my lips, the door buzzed and a bulky security guard escorted me out.

Samuel greeted me outside. "Mr Clark, how was it? Are you satisfied with her?"

"Very." I smiled at him. My cock was sore and my heart hurt from leaving her, but fuck me, was I happy.

The head trainer pointed to the one way mirror where Kate was still staring blankly at the door, wiping away tears from her cheeks.

"Seems like she is already extremely attached to you and in very stable condition. Not many Masters can form an emotional connection that quickly. If this keeps up for a few more days, she will be released."

I wasn't listening to him; I was still staring at my beauty. She finally walked back to the bed and began masturbating, moaning out silent 'Master's as I looked on.

"Say, Samuel. Do you sell custom-made uniforms?

"Of course."

"Collars too?"

"Just give me the details and it will be done."

I smiled at him.

-Dean-

As we pulled up in front of Andrew's house, I couldn't help but frown like I always did. A tiny bungalow in a forsaken rural area. The roof of the house was chipped and the lawn -if you can call that small patch of land a lawn- was unattended and infested with weeds and whatever else was in there.

I had offered my best friend a place to stay at my summer beach house, but he had declined saying he was very comfortable already. Andrew was smart but sometimes I debated if he actually was.

"Stay," I told my Helen, my chauffeur and she responded with the usual 'Yes, Master' that I expected from one of my harem girls. Helen used to be my girlfriend (for one week) before she broke up with me after I kept pestering her about sex. She was a devoted Christian and sex before marriage was something she couldn't even fathom. Even a damn handjob was sinful to her.

Well, that changed pretty quickly. I paid to have her retrained, and not long after, her parents disowned her after I sent them some of our most hard core sex tapes. That was years ago, and although she was still my occasional sex partner, my interest in her had all but died out. Now she serves as my driver and personal chef.

Helen opened the door for me and I climbed out of my Rolls Royce. It was a hot summer afternoon and so my slave escorted me to the door with an umbrella before waiting in the car.

The doorbell was still broken so I knocked instead. I heard the scurrying of feet and moments later the door opened. I was greeted by the sight of Andrew's mother, and I frowned; she wasn't naked like I expected her to be.

She was wearing a buttoned up black dress that started at her shoulders and ended just above her knees with an apron tied to her hips. A maid uniform.

The first few buttons were undone, showing off a considerable portion of her upper breasts and giving a flash of nipple if she turned; but it was not enough. She should remain unrestrained - she was too beautiful to wear any type of clothing.

"Mr Cross," she greeted me in a smooth, silky voice, and I looked at her. I was too busy studying her attire that I hadn't noticed the black collar attached around her neck, along with the matching black high heels that arched her feet. "My Master is expecting you. Please follow me."

Andrew's mom had always walked with a sexy sway of her hips, and she was doing it again. Her high heels made a 'click' 'click' sound as we made our way through the cramped living room.

She was a slave now, not his mother anymore, so I delivered a firm smack to her ass, curious to see how she would react.

Sandra Clark would have killed me, but Kate just grunted and threw me a sly smile over her shoulder.

We stopped at the entrance to her bedroom. Of course. Now that Andrew was Master of the house, he'd moved in to the Master bedroom.

She knocked on the door and announced my arrival. "Master, Mr Cross is here."

A familiar voice shouted in return and she opened the door and strode in the room.

"Hey Dean," my friend said, his eyes still fixated on the television screen in front on him. He was playing on my old PlayStation. "How's it going?"

"Fine," I pointed my thumb to his slave. "How's the bitch in bed?"

He paused the game and turned to me. "Great. I think we have fucked at least ten times everyday for the past week and a half since she got back."

"Actually, Master," his mom chirped up, "it's more like five or six times."

Andrew scowled at her and she just smiled back shyly.

"So, uh, what's with the maid uniform?"

My friend shrugged. "You get turned on by some things, and I get turned on by others."

"She should be naked. Her beauty shouldn't be hidden away."

Dave shrugged again. "I don't see a problem. She's still naked every time I bed her."

"So how's that boyfriend of hers? Did he take the break up well?"

"Oh man, he was sooo pissed. When I told him that mom was going on a two months vacation, he got mad because she didn't tell him about it. Called her phone hundreds of times and left even more text messages. I know because I kept her phone when she was taken away."

My friend glanced at his slave. "Then I made her break up with him and he threatened to kill her. So I called the cops, and he is currently being detained. Thank God."

"Holy shit, dude. That's crazy."

"Yeah."

"The collar is a nice touch. I might get some for my girls."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot to show you." Andrew stood up and reached for something at his bedside. It was a small remote that had a large red button in the middle. It reminded me of those detonators from movies.

"Watch." He pressed the button and his mom jumped up a bit.

"It's a call button," Andrew explained with a smile. "I press the button when I need something or whatever and her collar delivers a small shock to notify her that she is needed." He passed me the remote and I examined it. "Genius, right?"

I pressed the button and Kate yelped, then furrowed her brow at me.

"I also made some changes to her," Andrew said, walking over to his mom and fondly rubbing her ass. "She is taking a speech class because for some reason, the brainwashing made her talk like a little girl." He shuddered. "It kind of creeped me out to be honest."

I nodded. It was true. All of my girls have the high pitched girly voice and to be honest, it kind of grew on me.

"So can I bring your bitch home with me now?"

"Yeah," he was still fondling his pet's ass cheeks before suddenly drawing back and delivering a slap. She stumbled forward and I laughed.

"Kate, remember what I told you. You are to do whatever you are ordered to do and please him just how you would please me, do you understand?"

She gave him a bow. "I understand, Master."

Kate gave her Master a passionate goodbye kiss that, despite his command, I was sure I wouldn't have the pleasure of receiving. She then reluctantly took my hand and lead me out of the house.

Helen looked Kate over as we reached the car. "Master, is that her?"

"Yeah."

"She's very pretty, Master."

"I am glad you feel that way, because she is going down on you tonight."

Helen's eyes widened while I felt Kate stiffen.

Helen held the car door for us and I led my new fuck toy in.

I slowly unbuttoned her uniform. Kate didn't react -didnt stop me- and soon her splendid breasts were revealed. I gasped at how gorgeous they were. Perfect teardrops.

Jesus Christ, Andrew was a lucky son of a bitch. Literally.

Kate leaned over to kiss me but I roughly pushed her down to the car seat and tore off that silly apron of hers and unbuttoned my jeans. There was no need for foreplay. I was tired of the few minutes of kissing and fondling before the fucking. Why not just get straight to the point?

There was a banshee scream as I slid into her. Hard.

Pain registered all over her face before pleasure took over and the sounds of our fucking droned out the radio.

I smiled. Tonight was going to be so much fun.