Incest/Taboo I Inherited My Aunt, My Slave

At the airport, I instructed my slave to join me in the "family" bathroom. She would have this one last chance to use it before I bent her over the sink to insert a large butt plug into her well lubed ass.

After hearing her "thank you, Master" as I wiped off the remaining lube from around her cheeks, I informed her it would stay there until I decided to remove it.

Turning her around, gently pushing on her shoulders, she knelt as she naturally opened her mouth. From all that has happened, I needed some quick relief, nothing fancy or long.

I just needed her wet, warm mouth to fuck and swallow. Quickly cumming and filling her mouth. Licking her lips like she was just fed a T-Bone steak. We left, to wait for our flight.

Soon we were cruising at 30,000 feet, sitting in first class. She was allowed to have water, nothing else. I enjoyed a nice sandwich and a glass of wine. Feeding her from my fingers, I allowed her to eat a few of the scraps. The lady sitting across from us was not amused.

At this point, I was finally able to decompress and digest the last two days. I left Las Vegas to go back home to Chicago, to land in the middle of a snowstorm. I was there to give the eulogy for my favorite uncle's funeral.

Once the funeral was over, I was informed he had two parts to his will. One was for the family in general. He left them whatever personal effects they wanted out of the house.

The second will was for his business, home and all its assets. This included the files and furnishings inside his home office. The final surprise was that his business assets include the remaining years of his slave's contract.

Yes, he owned a slave. Not only that, but his slave is my sexy aunt who is the older sister to my mother. To top off that little surprise, I found out that my mother was once a private slave as well... She is still submissive to certain dominant men, and apparently that includes me. Her eldest child.

So, yes, I need this time alone, well, sort of alone, to just let it all sink in and to figure out the next steps. Smiling at my slave, I ask how she is doing on a four-hour flight with a big butt plug in her ass? She smiles and tells me I am teasing her and not making it easy. She was ok, not thinking about it. But now that I ask, she is feeling it again "and it's not pleasant". Ending her thoughts with "Thank you Master"

When we landed, I received a text from The Company. Apparently, my usual chauffeur was involved in an accident and not able to pick us up. Las Vegas was busy with a big game and several conventions in town, so none of the regular drivers were available last minute. Forcing them to send a new guy, Dennis.

Dennis was waiting at the baggage claim area. A young kid--I say it as if I'm an old one--in his early twenties. Like I was when I started. Brand new to Las Vegas, clueless as to who owned the company, unaware that we dealt in human, consensual chattel. In other words, he was me, six years ago.

My slave gets in the car first, sits on the hump in the back, faces the back seat and unbuttons her dress. As it falls off her body, she is exposed to anyone walking by. She looks up and smiles as her hands cross in front of her, her bare breasts getting a little of the desert sunlight.

My aunt always did enjoy an audience!

I sit in the back with her between my legs, Dennis proceeds to pull out of the airport, asking if I wanted the divider window up? No. I'm ok. My slave has already fished my cock out and started sucking on it as I am reading my emails.

As my slave enjoys my cock, I started talking to Dennis, I found out he was from New York. A recent transplant to Las Vegas. He is doing a few VIP pick-ups today. Being the new guy, he normally doesn't get this kind of rides. I curiously ask about his next run. He tells me he has an hour down time. "Perfect for grabbing me some lunch." I smile, then lean back against the seat and enjoy the feeling of my cock all the way down her throat and her nose touching my pubic hairs.

As I began to cum, filling her mouth. I'm not sure if I was really choking her or she was making the choking noises for the benefit of Dennis, but either way, it felt good.

Passing thru the gates, down the tree lined road that follows the golf course to my condo. Grabbing my remote from my bag, I open the garage door as Dennis pulls the black stretch up to the curb.

For a ritzy gated community, the rows of condos are nothing too amazing. They all look alike. Mine is a Two bedroom, two bath, with small office space off the Livingroom. I guess you call it a split level with a tuck under garage. There is balcony off the front office are that overlooks the street. It has a decent view of the strip as well as the next row of condos.

The master bedroom is in back and overlooks the pools and outdoor spas of the community clubhouse. Perfect for feeding my voyeuristic tendencies!

As we park, my slave quickly fixes my trousers, licks her lips and kisses my feet. Dennis opens the door and steps to the side, like all good chauffeurs do to allow their guests to exit. And in this case, get another view of my naked lady.

She gracefully exits the limo, holding onto her dress but isn't really covering anything up. I looked at Dennis, noticing his tent in his trousers. I smile as she passes by him,

"So, here's the deal Dennis." As I reach into my pocket to pull out a one-hundred-dollar bill. "You get to choose your tip. Tip A, is a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill. Tip B, is a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill with an added bonus of an amazing blowjob from this beautiful naked lady. Once you bring my bag into the house" I am, of course, pointing at my naked aunt, smiling at us.

Not sure how to respond, Dennis looks at me, then he looks at her. She is smiling and standing straight to make sure he sees her magnificent breasts. I sweeten the offer as Dennis is trying to form a sentence. "Dennis, you have an hour to kill. Why not spend some of that having your cock sucked while holding those genuine, 100% Midwestern grown 38D's with equally naturally large nipples. Have you ever seen a nicer set of titties?" His jaw is open, "Ah, um, ah, no Sir." He stutters.

He pops the trunk without an answer. Grabbing my suitcase, I let him know "She will be in the living room waiting for you. I will be in my office checking email if you need anything. " I stuff the bill in his breast pocket. Inside, I point to the floor beside the couch. She obediently kneels, waiting to service him. I head for my office as I hear the front door close.

She invites him to sit. Then the sounds of clothing being removed, and a zipper being pulled down. "Ooh, Dennis, that's so nice and tall. You like having it sucked?" I didn't hear an answer before I started to hear her slurping sounds soon followed by his multiple repeats of the phrase "OH My Fucking God." Apparently, she did her thing and made him cum quickly. Followed by a sound of a zipper and my slave asking, "I hope you enjoyed that Dennis, I sure did" and then the door quickly opens and closes.

A minute later, she joins me on the office balcony. Licking her lips and smiling. I think she enjoys that part of the blowjob as much as she does sucking cock. Licking the overflow. "Thank you, Sir, he was delicious."

Although she is my slave and she is nude, wanting to be next to her master, she does realize we do live in a civilized society and public nudity is not always exactly welcomed. Even in Las Vegas! She pauses at the sliding door. "Come on out slave, its ok. Nudity on private grounds is acceptable here. We have several old Vegas showgirls living around here, and so the homeowner's association likes to keep them happy."

I love her boobs and I love looking at them more now in the Vegas sunshine. Pointing across the street, I show her the one condo to the right. "That's Jerry's condo. He's my accountant. Not that I need one yet, it's just nice to say that. He looks like your typical CPA, tall, skinny, glasses, balding head. He should be coming out soon as he knows I am now home, and he has my mail for me. "

I see his door open. "I'm sure he saw that I had a new slave, so he'll want to come over here and fuck you. A word of warning, I've been told that he has a small dick, so when I let him fuck you, please make him feel good about it!" She laughs.

That's about the time she points out the old lady in the condo next to his, standing on her balcony, looking at us. Well, looking at her, my naked slave who is smiling back. I tell her "That's Miss Kravitz. She's old and she is the neighborhood witch. Hating everything that is fun. She especially hates to see beautiful women flaunting their goods."

Ironically, its her husband who has been the champion of the lax nudity rules in the community. "Just smile at her, play with your nipples then go answer the door for Jerry. I need to call mother to let her know we are home safe."

She smiles at me, "Yes Master" as she turns and heads to the door. I soon hear "Holy fucking Hanna those are beautiful. where did you come from sweetheart?" She didn't answer but walked him into my office and knelt on the dog bed I have next to my desk.

I make the introductions. "Larry, meet my new slave Linda, Aunt Linda, meet Jerry." As I said that, she kissed his feet "Hello Sir". Jerry was still processing what I had said, as he put my mail on my desktop.

As Jerry is catching up on the words and matching them to the image before him, my slave tells me she needs the butt plug removed and some food. "Us old slaves need to take our medication to stay healthy for our owners, Sir."

I look at her then back at Jerry. "Ok, Here's the deal Jerry, I need to talk to you, but it can wait a few minutes. My slave here needs you to take her to the bathroom, pull out her butt plug then let her do her thing. While she does that, please make sure there is fresh water in her dog dish in the kitchen. She will need to grab a snack and then after all that, you can fuck whatever hole you want. When you are done abusing my slave, I need you in here. We need to talk, seriously."

I was able to say that all in one breath and not pass out. I was just hoping he heard that and not the part about her being my aunt. He follows my slave towards the bathroom. My eyes follow her nice ass...

Calling mother, she is happy we are home safe and sound. Just wished the home part was there. She was telling me about my kid sister who flew off in a rage when she found out that I left suddenly and without explanation. Even more curious as to why my aunt went with me and not my mother. All issues for another time. I quickly say our goodbyes.

Hearing noises from the bathroom, I knew it was going to hurt. That was a big plug. Sure enough, I could hear her screams. I knew Jerry was doing what I asked, and I am sure was, in his own weird way, enjoying every minute of it.

I yell "Hey Jerry, I'm ordering lunch from Annie's Deli. Want anything?" I should have figured his answer was the usual "Order me a number seven, with a large Coke". Annie's is a local favorite and a place I practically live at when I don't have a slave to cook for me.

Dialing the number, the assistant manager answers. I call so often; they know my voice. "Hello Carrie, this is Jake... Hey, I need a number seven, large coke, a number three with Dr Pepper. and add a kid's salad with apple slices... No, I suddenly didn't have a kid.... Got it? Thanks"

Jerry comes back into my office wiping his hands on a towel. "Ok studly, did you really make her wear that thing for... " I looked at my phone clock "I put it in in her at the airport 6 hours ago. Why? " Jerry just had that dazed looked on his face. "Dude, you are a sadist. You know that? That was a big fucking plug. I almost ripped her asshole getting it out." I smiled. Knowing it wasn't easy. "Yes, but she is a slave, and she does as she is told. Besides, I'm betting she was soaking wet when you pulled it out!"

Sitting down, he gave me that questionable look. "Did I hear you right? This slave's name is Linda, and you called her your aunt? As in Aunt Linda?" He did catch that. Thankfully my aunt was returning from the kitchen as I answered. "You caught that. Yes, she is my aunt. She is my favorite aunt. Can you imagine, I grew up masturbating every night while thinking about those tits. I love those tits and love her."

Now I needed to get serious. "Before we get settled in and I tell you all about how I ended up with a fucking hot slave who happens to be my aunt, I need you with a thinking brain. So go take her to the guest room and fuck her silly. Any hole. Just fuck her. Ok? Lunch will be here by the time you finish" He smiled "Geez, you live the life!"

He returned a few minutes later, my slave was right behind. The doorbell rang. Good timing. "Now go answer the door and have them bring the food in here." Normal delivery guys don't bring the food in the house. But when the door is answered by a tall, naked lady with large boobs, they will usually do whatever she tells them to do.

For my usual delivery places, they know coming here, they will get a nice cash tip and be offered a blowjob. Most say yes, some pause while they take in the beauty before them and stammer an excuse then run back to their car to jack off.

This time, it was Adrian. "Adrian, you mother fucker, how's it going, where have you been?" I put my arm around his shoulders and turn him to the room. Adrian is the son of the owner of the Deli, when he's not making porn movies for Pornhub, with his uber sexy Brazilian wife, he is working in the Deli. Usually in the office.

"Adrian, this is my slave" pointing at my slave now kneeling. "This guy here is Jerry, he's, my accountant. Everyone, this is Adrian. He and his hot Brazilian wife make porn movies. They have a channel on Pornhub." Adrian corrects me "Used to make movies on Pornhub. The market is too saturated to make a buck. Thus, I'm back to this."

"Bummer man. Sorry to hear that. But with a wife like that and a cock like yours, you will get back soon. I mean if there's anyone, I would want to watch fuck my slave, it would be have to be you. The stud man!"

Adrian looks at my slave. "May I look?" I order her to stand, hands behind her back, legs apart. Adrian walks around her. Touches her breasts "Real. Nice" Then checks her mouth, like he was buying a horse. I tell her to bend over and spread her ass. She does as she is told." Adrian is smiling as he puts one then three fingers into her pussy. She grunts a little. "For an old save, she has a pretty nice pussy, I could fuck that." He pushes four fingers into her pussy. She tries to stay where she is. Still holding her ass open. She is looking at me. Adrian steps back. "Shit, my lady would love to fuck that too!"

"Adrian, her holes are your holes. Come on over and use them whenever. Even better, She's not a loaner, this one belongs to me!"

Adrian smiles. "I don't want to ruin your lunch or anything, but I could use that right now if you don't mind." Pointing to the Livingroom, "The couch is open, bend her over, fuck her and we will watch from here." He grabs her by the hair and pulls her into the other room. Pushes her over the back of the couch. He drops his pants and kicks her legs apart. We watch as he puts a finger into her pussy again. "The old bitch is already wet!"

For a white boy, he comes pretty well-hung. His cock is a good nine inches long and probably as thick as a tree. That's why he makes porn movies!!

He wastes no time getting his cock lined up with her wet pussy and pushes it right in. She yelps from the sudden intrusion. "Sorry honey, I'm in a little bit of a hurry." He tells her. "I've got other deliveries and maybe a few other pussies to fill."

Holding her down with his hand, he starts to hammer away at her hole. She is grunting, moving around but can't because he has a grip on her. He leans into her and puts his weight on her while taking longer strokes. She has tears in her eyes but is moaning and screaming as he is smiling and looking back at us men enjoying the show.

Each stoke is harder than the last one. He starts to call her degrading names as he hammers his cock into her wet pussy. She is moaning, panting and probably slobbering as he keeps it going. He is reaching over and grabbing at her boobs like a cat paws at a dangling string.

Jerry is trying to eat his sandwich, but his eyes are glued to the other room and the fucking he is witnessing. "Dam, is he hurting her with that thing?" I remind him "She's an old slave, she can handle it. She is my slave, and she WILL handle it."

My aunt is now rolling her shoulders and making body moves, telling me her body is probably feeling a couple of orgasms. Her breathing is getting heavier and shorter. I know she is about to hit the big one. Adrian is slowing his strokes, but not his energy as he continues to slam his cock into her abused hole. Finally, he stiffens his back, leans back and with a loud grunting noise, he pauses. You know he is filling her hole up with his cum.

Adrian pulls his meat out of her cunt, it's still semihard, wet and dripping. He walks around to the front of the couch and points it at her mouth. She opens as he pushes it all in. She chokes but makes room for it all. Sucks on it as she slowly pulls it out. He pulls away, smiles as he gets dressed. "Jake, you the man. She is a keeper."

She starts to turn towards me. I smile at her. "Good slave, now lick up your mess and let's have lunch." I hear a "Yes Sir" as she kneels and starts to lick her juices off the carpet. I tell her to go clean up in the bathroom then return ASAP.

With my chair in front of the desk, Jerry on the couch to the side of me. We are talking about how I went to a funeral and came back a slave owner. My slave is kneeling in front of me, her legs on either side of my right leg. I ordered her a kid's salad because the lettuce is in smaller pieces, easier to hand feed my slave.

By the time I wrap up the story with the plane ride home, I realize she is slowly humping my leg. I smile at the site. She is lost in her own little world, eyes closed, head tilted back with mouth open as I feed her the lettuce. She is rhythmically rubbing herself on me. Her mound is pressed on my ankle bone and leaving a wet streak on the fabric.

Snapping my fingers, she stops, opens her eyes and looks at me. "Maybe my guest would like to rub his foot on your pussy. Go ask." She smiles, gets into a kneeling position and crawls over to Jerry. Looks up. "Would Sir like to rub his foot on this slave's pussy?"

I tell Jerry "She loves her pussy rubbed." I'm not sure if that's true, but it gets a little rise out of Jerry who is smiling down at her with a tent in his trousers. "No, what your guest would like is to fuck the shit out of my friends' slave again."

Jerry asks me "What red blooded American boy hasn't dreamed about fucking his aunt? Better yet, how many have ever thought about fucking his own mother plus her sister? You get both!" I had to correct him. My mother fucked me; I fucked the sister. Details matter.

I needed to get things back to the present. So, I ordered her on all fours as I knelt on the floor and opened my pants, pulling out my cock. My slave smiled at me and turned to put her mouth on my cock. Jerry grunted then decided to join me on the floor.

Something I haven't done in years; spit roast a girl. I've done a few threesomes in my time, but not recently and not with my best friend and my slave. In cases like this, I am usually more the voyeur.

Jerry could not believe that just a few minutes after Adrian ripped her pussy with his tree log of a cock, she is still tight for his cock.

Having 38D tits means you have enough to share with your friend. One pulls one tit one direction and the other grabs the other tit and pulls the other direction. I tell him it's better to pull by the nipple. She has large nipples so there is plenty of skin to grab on to. As we each grab, twist and pull, she tries to cry in pain but only gets more of my cock further into her throat, choking off her air supply.

Me pushing in her throat, pushes her back on Jerry's cock. Jerry has his eyes closed, a smile on his face and his cock buried deep in her pussy. Now that's how you do a lunch meeting.

Jerry is the first one to finish. He rams his cock one last time, grabs her hips and grits his teeth and he holds his breath, filling her pussy up with his cum. As a moan escapes his lips, he pulls out. Spilling onto the carpet. I hand him a napkin to clean himself with.

I am soon moaning and feeling the urge to cum, holding her heads so I am choking her off as I shoot my load down her throat. She grips my cock more with her lips to make sure nothing leaks out. She holds until I go soft before letting out. "Thank You. Sir's".

She leans back on her knees. Smiling. I point to the mess behind her. My slave turns around, gets into Jerry's lap. Begins to suck his cock. Trying to get any last drop he may have missed before putting it into his pants. "Sorry Sir for the mess," she tells him before licking up the juices off the carpet.

**

Normally I do not allow slaves on the furniture. But this was a business lunch meeting, and I needed my aunt to be my aunt, not my obedient slave. The one who knows about the business and about the people I am about to meet tomorrow. These are one of her former master's best clients who are in town, and they want to meet with me to discuss having me take over their account. So, I allowed her to sit on a desk chair and join the conversation.

I needed Jerry to help me with the financials as I start to go thru my uncles' business records and affairs. Help figure what to do with the house, any other assets and such. This is when I was really going to need Jerry to be my accountant and maybe even my business analyst.

My slave suddenly became this business savvy lady as she broke down who these brothers were. "This is a vertically integrated transport company. It's ran by three brothers who inherited it from their father. The two older boys think they are stud muffins and the youngest one is gay as one can be. They buy and manage small transportation companies around the country. They are always buying, rarely sell anything. Bus lines, cargo haulers, etc. Then they buy and manage fleet service and repair shops to repair these fleets. These shops are usually located next to or are part of the truck stops along busy interstate highways, they also own and manage. Finally, they buy and manage transit hubs, loading docks and warehouse parks. Not just the warehouse, but the parks, tens to hundreds of warehouses in a central location. Often rented to companies like Amazon and Walmart who agree to pay a builder's fee that will almost pay for the actual building cost, plus they pay rent a year at a time for multiple years. I know the last time master Bruce worked for them, they had several warehouses Amazon paid for and later abandoned but are still paying rent on. "

Jerry, as well as I, sat there, looking at each other. She knew what this was and was very professional in her delivery. Impressive! Jerry agreed on the spot to be my financial counsel.

His fee was fair and I promised it would include his current benefit of using my slaves. Jerry shifted in his seat, "Right now, while we are talking of services, can I ask one small favor from you. It's the start of a new year. I'm swamped right now with clients calling me. This pandemic shit messed up their records and all the new regulations and shit. If I do this with you, it's going to mess up my scheduling big time. I need office help. If there is any way I could use your slave for help occasionally. It would make things work a whole lot easier for me."

With a handshake, we agreed to it all. He would be my finance guy in all that I had going. As well, he would continue using my slave for his office wench as well as his occasional fuck toy.

I would let him know more after I go to the main office in the morning and meet the brothers.

**

Jerry left, I stayed in my office while my slave went to unpack. She came to me telling me that I had a problem. Or maybe not a problem, but an issue. She is holding two metal collars. I figured she wanted me to put one on her. Something I forgot to do, get her leash and collar out. But she smiled. "Your mother packed your bag before we left for the airport. She packed two metal collars."

Ok, I still didn't see the issue.

"The larger one with the three rings is mine. I have had it for years and my former owner had my slave name inscribed on it. The other one is smaller, older and has only one ring. It is inscribed with your mother's slave name. Mine was in the nightstand on master's side of the bed. The other one, I know hasn't seen the light of day since your father passed away. She keeps it in her jewelry box on her dresser at her house, not mine. I mean yours, Sir. "

Now I'm seeing where this is going.

"I am sure that my wonderful sister and sister slave did not 'accidently' put her collar with mine into your bag. She had to go over to her house, get it, bring it back and pack it. She put it there on purpose."

A smile came over my face as I remembered yesterday morning. After I had fucked her face in the office. Cuming in her mouth. Watching her lick her lips and tell me how good that tasted. Then to have her climb on my cock and fuck me like teenagers on prom night. Yes, it was wonderful. But now this? Hmmm... Not what I needed to deal with right now, but still a nice thought.

**

As the day started to wind down and jet lag started to catch up with us, I decided it was time to get things straight with my slave. Sitting her down we started to talk. I needed her to know the general rules I have for my slaves.

"Ok, slave, here's the deal. My house rules for slaves. First, you are always naked in this house. I don't care who is here, if they are over eighteen, they will see you and enjoy looking at you naked. You are not to cover up or try to hide any part of you.

Any delivery men, service men or whatever, when they finish what they are doing, you are to offer them a blowjob on top of whatever cash tip I may offer them.

I will determine when, where and IF you ever get used for sex. (emphasizing "IF") No orgasms without my permission and no playing with yourself without permission. If that becomes a problem, I may order you a Chasity belt!

Unless you are carrying anything inside the house, you are to crawl on all fours. No walking. Also, keep legs apart so we can see your pussy when you stand, walk or crawl. I figure that one is normal."

She smiled "Yes Sir, understand Sir."

I continued. "You are the slave of the house. No person is below you, including other slaves that may be here. Any man who is here for whatever reason, you will respect them and serve them as needed. Sexually, they will be allowed to use you for blowjobs, nothing more unless I tell you otherwise.

She smiled "Yes Sir."

"The guest bedroom is your bedroom for when I don't need you, don't want you or I have a date here. It can be locked from the outside. You will keep your pussy clean shaven. Before we go out, you will be inspected and if I find razor stubble, you will be punished. If that means we are late for an appointment, you will be punished again. Understood?"

"Yes Master. Please understand, Master Bruce had a beautician who would keep me looking the way he wanted. Hair styles and laser hair removal. So that I may always be smooth and soft to your touch."

"Yes, I have a lady here I will call for that as well. You will keep your other hair long, only trimmed as needed and not colored. I like your natural salty pepper looking hair."

"Thank You Sir."

"That reminds me, you are now also my office wench. You are now in charge of my calendar, email and what social media I have. As well, you will keep up with whatever The Company sends me for updates and notices. I do know there is some important meetings coming up I need to be at. So just stay on top of that.

Finally. When not serving me or I have other things going on, you will serve Jerry as he needs you. In his office or whatever and he has complete access to all three holes to use and to abuse as he wants. No questions asked. If you disobey or do not do as ordered, he will tell me, and you will be punished. Understood"

"Yes, Sir. I will keep the house clean, your office up to date and will obey Master Jerry when I am in his service." She had it.

Now, that brings me to the detail I was dreading. Your punishment."

"My punishment Sir?"

I walked to the bedroom and told her to lay on the bed, on her back, spread eagle. I pulled out the chains and cuffs I keep attached to the bed. Made the adjustments so she was totally immobile, then I stepped back to enjoy my work.

I stood at the foot of the bed and admired her beauty. She looked at me, she was not smiling as I reached into my drawer and brought out my leather belt. Wide, thick black leather. It has been used extensively and it shows. Its pliable, Yet firm. It hurts when it strikes the skin, just as it was intended to do.

Holding the belt over my shoulder, making sure she can see its size. I explain "I normally punish immediately after the crime. But today we had a lot going on and it fell by the side. I also know we haven't talked about rules, old rules new rules, or punishments. That is something we need to change soon.

But there is something I figure is a normal rule for you. See, I am a little upset at how you welcomed my friend Jerry into the house. You kissed his feet. Nice welcome for an amateur slave. But you are not an amateur slave.

From what little I know about my uncle/master Bruce, I would have to guess that was not how he had you trained."

I could see the tears starting in her eyes as she tested the limits of her bondage.

"Yes master, I have been trained better. I have no excuse for my behavior."

"Correct. The proper way a good slave welcomes a man into her master's house is to kneel before them, kiss their shoes, remove their shoes then verbally welcoming them into my home."

"Yes master, I was wrong. Wrong slaves need to be punished"

By now, she was in full tears and shaking. I believe it was more form the fact that she failed her master then it was from fearing her punishment.

"Now, this being your first for us, it will not be much, but I feel you need to know you will be punished when you don't do as you are trained. Remember, I own you, so I don't want to damage you, I may hurt you, but I will never harm you"

"Yes, Master, Thank You Master, I will take what you give me." As more tears flooded down her face. She pulled more on her cuffs, seeing that the chains were real, and they were holding her there.

Raising my arm up as I aimed for her pussy, she closed her eyes. I slapped the leather right between her thighs, right on her soft mound. She turned her head and bit into the bedsheets under her as I applied the single thud., She screamed into the fabric, raised her hips, her legs pulled as much as they could, and she twisted in her bounds.

One stroke is all I needed to fulfill the punishment. I laid the belt on the floor as I watched her cry into the sheets. Her body was starting to relax or at least not be as stiff and twisted as they just were. With a wet, warm rag, I held across her pussy and I began to kiss her. Starting with her neck and slowly down her body. As my hand held the rag to her mound, my lips found her breasts, then her nipples.

As I did, she started to lay flat, turn her head and look at me. I moved the wet cloth to her eyes. Wiping the tears away as I kissed her lips. Not as a nephew or a family kiss, this was lips to lips, open mouth, tongue finding tongue. "Thank you, Master."

As she pulled again on her cuffs trying to wrap her hands around me.

I unchained her and we held each other. "Master, I never want to disappoint you. Never" We held each other. I kissed her forehead and held her tightly.

"Thank you, Master. I needed that. I needed to be punished".

As I kissed her, she gave back as much as I pushed her. I moved on top and started to kiss my way back down her body. Stopping briefly at her nipples. Biting each of them

Then I ordered her to spread her legs. Her clit was sore and enlarged. I put my lips to it and kissed it. She moaned. I started to gently lick and kiss her pussy, her wet, pouty lips. My tongue started to go deep into her. I would pause in my tongue bath and let my fingers do some of the digging. "Thank You Master" was all I heard in-between her breathes. She wrapped her legs around my body, pushing me further into her.

"Please." In low voice, she responded. "You don't have to do this master. I deserved the punishment. I don't deserve the pleasures."

I ignored her pleas and continued my attention to her pussy. The enjoyment of hearing her moan, her body slither around. Even a little thrashing as I continued my fingers alternating with my tongue. Soon I heard what I was hoping for.

"Master, let your slave cum."

"You May Cum Slave"​