Part 3 The Piercing, Tattooing, Branding and Modification of a Sex
Chapter Three: The Piercing, Tattooing, Branding and Modification of a Sex
slave/Doggy Bitch Mommy
I woke up in a haze the next morning. As I tried to get off the bed, I was
totally bewildered when I realized that I was completely naked without my usual
sleep-ware and I was restrained by a leash attached to a collar around my neck
to the bedpost. I became wild awake when I saw my naked young son sleeping next
to me, and then everything that had occurred in the last 24 hours came rushing
back to me like a tidal wave. A surge of unbelievable happiness almost
overwhelmed me as I felt my sore and tender bottoms still pink and crisscrossed
with at least two dozen red welt marks from last night's spanking, caning and
whipping by my son, my master. As I watched my handsome young son sleeping so
peacefully like an angel, I just couldn't imagine he was the same boy who had
harshly rained countless punishing blows and vicious lashes to the tender supple
flesh of my asscheeks last night. I just couldn't help myself as I leaned
forward and kissed my sleeping son tenderly on the forehead with motherly love.
Then slowly I kissed my way downward until my lips pressed tenderly against my
angle child's. I kissed my son on the lips lovingly at first and then with
increasing lust as I thrust my tongue inside his mouth. My son slowly awakened
by my lusty probing tongue in his mouth. He retuned my kiss by grinding his lips
to mine and suckling my tongue so hard as if he wanted to swallow it down his
throat. My son grasped my hair and forced my head down to his crotch and thrust
his enormous penis all the way down to my throat in one plunge and then
proceeded to fuck my mouth.
"Is this what you want? You horny bitch!" My son shouted, and then he was
fucking my mouth even harder. Just after a few more deep thrusts he ejaculated
when the mushroom head of his penis just lodged at the entrance to my throat, my
son's red-hot sperm spraying straight down to my stomach. After he finished
cuming, I expected him to withdraw his softening penis from my mouth; instead,
my son proceeded to urinate straight down my throat as well.
"Right down the hatch, my toilet slave! What a relief, and to think I don't ever
have to go to the bathroom first thing in the morning to pee anymore." My son
declared cheerfully.
I almost gagged as my son's acrid burning urine pouring relentlessly straight
down my throat. His fully loaded bladder quickly emptying into my bulging
stomach.
"Good doggy, I'm going to love waking up like this every morning with my devoted
doggy bitch Mommy to service me from now on!" My son praised me and patted my
head affectionately.
I was really happy that I had made my beloved son, my master happy and at the
same time received his sperm and his piss as my reward. I only wished the next
time my son won't ejaculate and piss straight down my throat thus bypass my
tongue, both his sperm and warm urine should be much more delicious and tastier
when I could savor them with me tongue.
"Thank you my darling son for bestowing your grateful doggy bitch Mommy your
precious life-given seed and your delicious golden fluid to drink. It was my
greatest honor to service you, my master, my owner!" I declared thankfully.
"Well said, my doggy bitch Mommy." My master praised me. And then he looked at
me lovingly and caressed my cheeks tenderly both as a son and a lover.
"A very good morning to you my beautiful Mommy. I love you. I'm going to love
sleeping with you at night and then waking up with you in the morning from now
on, my darling sexy Mommy." My son said joyously.
My heart was bursting with joy and love for my darling son. It was indeed a good
morning, in fact a beautiful morning. I wish I could wake up like this with my
beloved son, my master for the rest of my life!
We ate a hasty breakfast. While my son was fully dressed for school and eating
his food on the dinning table, I ate mine from a bowl underneath on the floor,
tied naked with a leash to the table leg by my dog collar. While we were having
our separate breakfast above and below the dinner table, somehow my son and I
maintained a steady but quite unorthodox conversation between us. He reminded me
to take care of my IDU and he would take me to the tattoo shop after he came
home from school. He French-kissed me good-bye and gave my naked and unprotected
sore asscheeks couple of painful smacks before his departed for school. I
cleaned up the breakfast dishes and did some house work all in the nude. Then I
took a shower afterwards. I was so glad that my considerate son, my master
recanted his order for me to clean my asshole only on the grass. Well, until I
mastered the technique of cleaning my asshole with my own tongue, it would be
quite impossible to clean a dirty asshole without hands and water after it was
pierced and ringed anyway. I went into my bedroom, now my son's room to put on a
very short low cut sexy black dress, white garter-belts, black nylons and a pair
of 4 inches high-heel shoes and nothing else, the clothes that my son picked out
for me. I was ready to see my Gynecologist.
My Gynecologist, Dr. Ann Taylor was an attractive petit brunette in her late
thirties. She stared appreciatively at me in my sexy ensemble and told me how
beautiful I looked. She was very surprised when she found out that I wanted to
remove my IUD she had replaced only two months ago. I told her I was getting
married and wanted to get pregnant.
"Congratulations, Susan! And how is your handsome son, Bobby?" She asked.
I knew what she really meant was how my son felt about my impending marriage.
She knew I was absolutely devoted to my son, and we were very close to each
other since his father's untimely death. I couldn't help but turned a little
pink with embarrassed excitement and told her glowingly that my son was
overjoyed about his mother's second marriage and totally approve of my future
husband. And it was absolutely the truth.
I was in position, laying on the examination table with my thighs wide spread
and my legs on the stir-ups. When Dr. Taylor sat between my wide spread legs
with a vagina spreader, I wondered what she would think of the whip and cane
marks on my thoroughly spanked pinkish asscheeks. I only hope she won't over
react and referring me to battered women's shelter right away or something of
that nature.
"How adorable and deliciously naughty!" Dr. Taylor exclaimed, and touched my
abused pink round ass tenderly and then traced my still slightly painful welts
delicately with a finger.
"The man you're marring did this to you, of cause." She said knowingly with a
smirk and then added, "Apparently, Susan, your new life-style agrees with you,
you dress sexier and you looked so happy and radiant, like a different person
since the last time I saw you. However, both as your doctor and your friend, I
have to caution you about such relationships. Can you trust this guy not to let
thing go out of hand?" Dr. Taylor said with concern but she seemed totally
comfortable about my submissive and masochistic sexual deviancy.
The uncharacteristic reaction to my abused buttocks by the usually
straight-laced and serious Dr. Taylor took me by complete surprise. But a very
pleasant surprise nevertheless, and got me to contemplate what all this could
possibly lead to. If Dr. Taylor seemed very delighted and thrilled for me being
spanked and whipped harshly by my future husband, she just might tolerate and
even accept the relationship between my son and me, without rushing to the
authority crying child sex abuse with the information!
Ever since I accepted and even embraced the fact that my son would truly and
definitely pierce, ring, tattoo and brand his own name on the most feminine
places on his own mother's body. I was worried whom could I go to for gyn.
problems in the future without exposing my sex slave Mommy status. And besides,
I really would need a good Gynecologist like Dr. Taylor to deliver litters of
incestuous babies I knew my son would definitely beget in his doggy bitch
Mommy's womb by impregnating me continuously with his potent seeds through out
the remainder of my child bearing years. Dr. Taylor and I always had a good
doctor and patient relationship; we even became casual friends. In the past, I
had never looked upon her as anything else other than my friend, the
Gynecologist, but no longer. And ultimately, Dr. Taylor might just be the answer
to my prayer. If I ever should need her services in the future, I just knew I
had to reveal my true relationship with my son to her sooner or later. I might
as well dropping a hint here and there right now.
"Ann, I trust him with my life. As a matter of fact, I have known him all his
young life. I love him with all my heart and I have no debt what so ever he
loves me just as much in return." I assured Dr. Taylor with passionate
assertion. I only wished I could tell Ann I was really talking about my own
beloved son.
"You sly bitch, so, he is a dominating young lover, yes?" Ann asked with a
smirk.
My tactic was working. I had a feeling that Ann thought my lover could be closer
to my son's age, or may even be a girl friend's son. Just what I hoped for, and
she seemed to be very receptive to my sexual subservience, may be I could press
even a little further without offending her.
"Yes, he is so much younger then me, and oh so masterful. My son was in on the
whole thing from the very beginning. He makes sure I'll be okay. And you knew my
son, and what a very sensible young man he is. So you see, there is absolutely
nothing to worry about, and my son will take very good care of me." I reassured
Dr. Taylor purposefully.
"What did you mean you son was in on the whole thing from the very beginning? "
Dr. Taylor asked with surprise.
I anticipated Ann would ask just that. So far I hadn't told her any lies, and I
didn't want to if I could help it. I only hoped that I won't reveal too much of
my secret, and Ann won't be too shocked or even repulsed by it.
"Well. . . Actually, my son had to know everything since my future husband was
training me to be his sex slave! And most of the time, I was collared and
leashed totally naked on my hands and knees crawling around the house and I was
often punished during the course of my training. And you have seen the evidence
on my asscheeks. I told Bob I'm happier now than I ever have been in my entire
life and being a sex slave is all I wanted to be for the rest of my life. My son
raised no objection as long as I'm happy, and he is delighted and extremely
excited that I finally found what I was looking for. My darling son promised me
he would always stand by me and watch out for me."
"Oh wow! You really want to be a sex slave for the rest of your life? And all
these years I have known you, I never suspected. You're the last person I would
have guessed to develop or harbor such submissive tendencies. I have to meet
this young man who changed your life around and put such a radiant glow on your
beautiful face. You were always beautiful, but now, you're simply just
dazzling." Ann declared and looked at me obviously with desirously admiration.
"Thank you, Ann. I'm so happy now that I wanted to shout and dance for joy all
the time. My young man brought out the submissive and masochist penchant within
me, and I'll forever indebted to him and thankful to have him in my life. And
all of it couldn't have ever happened without my wonderful son's total support
and encouragement!" I said fervently.
"Susan, are you in actual fact telling me that young Bobby is really happy about
his mother being a sex slave? Did your son ever actually watch you crawling on
the floor naked? And has he witnessed your punishments too?" Ann asked me with a
smirk and a speculative leer in her eyes.
"I felt I'm truly blessed, to have a marvelous son like my Bob to look after my
well being. Well. . .he had to make sure I was treated right and no real harm
ever came to me. So he always participated in my sex slave training. Oh yes, my
darling son not only had led my by a leash attached to my dog collar, crawling
on my hand and knees totally naked, he also had spanked and whipped my ass many
times too!" I confessed my depraved incestuous behavior to Ann eagerly.
Ann was not shock or even surprised by my revelation. And what I saw was
contemplation and not condemnation on Ann's lascivious face. I was quite certain
now Ann won't have any problem regarding to the incestuous relationship between
my son and I, and even when it was the most immoral and perverted kind.
With velvety sexy voice I told Dr. Taylor suggestively, "I am sure you will like
my very handsome young man, Ann. And we could have lots of fun together, you
know what I mean, my dear Dr. Ann!"
"It's really too bad I had to fly to East Coast tonight to start my vacation and
to attend a doctor's conference scheduled next week, and won't be back until
next month. But as soon as I got back, I'll call you to set up a date
immediately." Ann said regrettably, clearly unhappy about the postponement.
"You're definitely a juicer, aren't you, my lustful and randy Susan!" Ann
commented, obviously noticed my soaking wet vulvae after she redirected her
attention back to the job on hand.
Ann inserted the vaginal spreader slowly into my pussy until all ten inches of
the apparatus was totally imbedded in my vaginal tunnel then she opened the
spreader gradually. I felt my vagina expanded and stretched little by little and
then finally it turned into a giant gapping tunnel even a train could pass thru.
Suddenly, Ann pinched my prominently exposed large clitoris really hard, I
barely suppressed a loud scream that was about to escape from my mouth, but I
couldn't prevent my body from rocking into a strong orgasm and ejaculated my
feminine cum juice all over Ann's utterly surprised face.
"Oh my God! It's just too amazing! Susan, you're the only woman I know that
could ejaculate like that." Ann exclaimed, and then wiped some of my dripping
pussy cream off her face with two of her fingers. She licked her cunt juice
coated fingers clean and said,
"Mmmmm. . .Susan, your cum juice is really delicious, the best I have ever
tasted. And your clitoris is the biggest I have ever seen, and it's getting
bigger all the time! I have always wanted to touch and squeeze it, and it's so
sensitive and responsive! I have to punish you severely for cumming on my face
without warning like an undisciplined and untrained slut slave!" Ann exclaimed
maliciously.
Ann stuffed some cotton gauze in my mouth and then proceeded to punish me by
pinching and pulling on my visibly throbbing erect love button brutally.
My screams and loud sobs were well muzzled by the gauze in my mouth as Ann
squeezed and pulled my sore and tender clit harder and harder. She continued to
torture my sensitive and abused huge clitoris mercilessly, my whole body
convulsing uncontrollably, and I cried out again and again into the guaze with
pain and pleasure. Tears were streaking down my face and pussy juices spraying
out of my vagina profusely before I passed out from overwhelming emotions. When
I regained conscious, Ann told me with a well-satisfied smile on her face that
she had her fill with my most delectable cunt juice.
"I still can't believe how your clitoris could have grown so huge with just a
little pinching and squeezing! And how much sex fluids was coming out of your
cunt!" Ann exclaimed with amazement.
"What fun I could have with you if only we have more time right now, my little
slut slave. Did Bob really participated in all of your activities? Oh yes, how I
love to see you submit to your own young son! God, I wish I don't have to leave
tonight!" Ann said regrettably and then she showed me my almost brand new IDU
just removed from my cervix and told me I was ready for breeding now. I was
really tempted to tell her who was going to breed me. Well, she would find out
soon enough.
Before I left Dr. Taylor's office, she kissed me passionately on the mouth, then
she told me she had a most wonderful time with me, and that I was a most
remarkable pain slut. She only wished we had more time and really looking
forward to our next get together. I asked her to bring along the virginal
spreader, so my young man could enjoy looking deep into my widespread pussy. And
Ann suggested salaciously that my young man could also use the vaginal spreader
to explore my other more discreet opening. I blushed with embarrassed excitement
and purposely revealed to her the extent of my deviant incestuous relationship
with my son by informing her that my son would definitely love to use the
spreader to explore my other hole too. To my immense delight, Ann said that she
would also bring a uterine probe, a medical instrument with a miniature camera
fitted at the end of a long elastic tubing that could snake all the way pass the
cervix to probe inside the womb. The miniature camera could also transmit
crystal clear color pictures on to a monitor for detail examinations.
Then Ann looked at me leeringly with lustful eyes, and with the lewdest and
wickedest tone of voice she said,
"Susan, I just know young Bobby will love the uterine probe even more. Although
the instrument is called a uterine probe, it can also be used to probe into
other bodily orifices and cavities as well!"
My body was trembling and shaking violently with an intense orgasm when I heard
the implications of the most perverse use of the uterine probe. And Ann had
actually suggested that my own son should use it to explore my rectal passage
was just too incredible. My cunt juices were dripping profusely down my inner
thighs. When Ann noticed rivulets of pearly drops of my cunt cream visibly
dripping down pass the hemline of my short dress, and she forbid me to wipe it
off.
"Wait till I get back, you perverted wanton bitch. Now, go out there and show
everyone what a cum leaking filthy sluttish whore you are!" Ann ordered
Ann smacked my asscheeks real hard couple of times and then she forced me out of
her private office into the crowded reception lobby.
I rushed out of the building in great embarrassment with Ann's shaming remark
still ringing in my ears. I couldn't wait to tell my son about Dr. Taylor and
her miniature camera. I knew my son would love to probe and explore the deepest
recess of my reproductive sex organ as well as the dark bowels of my shit tube
thoroughly. I just bet he would first expend my rectal passage fully with the
vaginal spreader, and then examine and inspect the inner most reaches of my
rectum with the uterine probe to observe how the shit was coming out of his
mother's asshole!
Bob took me to see Frank, the tattoo shop owner and the father of his 10th grad
classmate, Tony. I was very worried and even terrified for someone like a tattoo
artist to gain knowledge of the true situation between my son and I. I didn't
voice my fear to Bob, since I knew he was so determine to do this. But I did ask
him to be cautious. However, my son kept reassuring me that Frank could be
trusted. As long as we acted causally and behavior naturally on our first
encounter, and everything would be all right. Of cause we wouldn't tell Frank
everything that my son wanted to do to my body all at once. And if we sensed
that Frank was not receptive or even repugnant to some of my son's more extreme
objectives, he would have to postpone or even abandon them for now. And if
worst come to worst, according to my son, I just had to put out a little for
Frank and maybe even for any other employees who's in on the secret and
everything would be all right.
There was nothing sleazy about the place, and not at all what I imagined a
tattoo parlor would look like. In fact, the whole establishment was very
high-tech and extraordinary clean. Frank put me at ease right away with his
courteous manner and friendly chats as he escorted us to his private office.
After I told him hesitantly with great embarrassment that I wanted to pierce and
ring my nipples and pussy lips, Frank looked at me intensely for a moment and
then looked intently at my young son who seated next to me. Not until Bob was
shifting in his chair nervously, Frank beamed his insightful eyes at both of us
with a knowing smile on his face. I instinctively knew Frank realized that my
son and I were having an incestuous relationship. I was alarmed but not panicky,
because I saw only understanding and even indulgence, without a trace of
condemnation on his benevolent genteel face.
Frank must have noticed the apprehensive expression on my face and said gently
to me with a reassuring smile.
"Your secret is quite safe with me, Mrs. Knight."
Even though Frank was a total stranger, but I instinctively knew that I could
trust him.
"May I call you Susan?" Frank asked me politely.
After I consented, Frank told us to call him
by his first name so that everyone would feel more comfortable.
"Is that all you wanted done, Susan? How about a tattoo or two on a discrete
location?" Frank asked solicitously.
I glanced at my son in order to seek his guidance.
Frank looked back at my son keenly with heightened interest. To my amazement
there were both admiration and envy in his expression.
"I should have asked you that question instead of your mother, Bob, since you're
the dominating partner in your relationships. Last time you were here, I
remembered distinctly that you had shown an extraordinary amount of interest in
the computerized tattoo and laser-branding machines. You indicated earlier that
you have no intention of getting a tattoo or a piercing what so ever for
yourself, do you want anything else done to your mother?" Frank asked my son
directly.
Bob was caught off guard and totally surprised by Frank's remarks, and asked
Frank uncertainly.
"How did you figure out that my mother and I . . . I. . ? I thought we acted
quite naturally, didn't we? I even had mother removed her dog collar before we
came here."
"Well, just lots of little things, like a gesture here and a look there. But
don't be alarmed, outwardly, you two looked very much like a normal mother and
son. I have lots of experience with couples like you " Frank answered, and then
he looked at me and said,
"Susan, as I told you before, your secret is quite safe with me. I have many
incestuous friends and I'm very discreet." After a poignant pause, Frank
continued.
"I have to be frank with you both, the minute you two walked into the shop, I
began to look for tell-tail signs of incest." He laughed at the predictable
shock and puzzlement on our faces. He smiled and looked at me intensely for a
moment and said,
"It was no mystery, Susan, you reminded me of another young mother who's in an
incestuous relationships with her two young sons. Actually, your resemblance to
her was really uncanny, just like you, she is also a sexy beautiful blonde about
your age and height. And even more incredible is that her name just happens to
be Susan too!" And then Frank spoke with some mystique, "Susan, I think you and
her have a lot in common."
"Frank, could you please tell me more about this other Susan?" I asked Frank
impulsively. Even though I hadn't even met this Susan, I already felt a strong
kinship with her.
"I'm a very good friend of the King family. So everything said here are to be
under strict confidence. Outwardly, The Kings are the most normal and lovingly
handsome family. Last time I saw them it was about three months ago, Susan was
over the moon, she just gave birth to twin girls fathered by her oldest son
Mark, and almost immediately afterwards, she was impregnated by her youngest son
Tommy. I met Susan and her young sons through a tattoo artist friend of mine
about a year ago. My friend has done a most beautiful job of piercing, tattoo,
and even branding and other body modification on her all by the requests and
instructions of her two under-aged boys. They even had my friend pierced and
ring their mother's asshole as well as her pussy lips so that they could secure
her most private orifices with locks! The most amazing thing to me was the boys
looked like little cherubs not unlike your Bob here, only a little younger, but
they were actually training their mother to be their sex slave, and the little
rascals were only just thirteen and twelve years old then!" Frank said and there
was still a trace of amazement in his voice after all this time.
"I'm going to impregnate my mother again and again so that she is going to give
birth to many baby brothers and sisters for me. I also wanted to put locks in my
mother's asshole and I planed to do something very special to her clit too. My
beautiful mother already is my sex slave! And I'm training her to my pet dog!"
Bob boasted, apparently not to be out shine by two younger kids and threw
caution to the wind and divulged most of our darkest secrets!
At first, my face turned beet-red with embarrassment by my son's sudden
revelation, followed by some trepidation, but then a surge of extraordinary
happiness warmed my entire body. Finally someone, a relatively stranger knew
almost everything about the true relationship existing between my beloved son
and me.
Frank looked at my son intensely for a moment with amazement and disbelieve, and
than turned to me as if looking for confirmation.
"Yes, My son is my master, my owner. I'm his sex slave and doggy bitch." I
declared proudly and joyously, and then looked at my son worshipfully. There was
nothing to hide and I knew our secret was save with Frank no matter how
perverse.
Frank looked at Bob with wonder and awe, and then exclaimed with admiration and
some envy.
"I'm really impressed, Bob. You have apparently gone way beyond master and slave
play-acting in your relationship with your mother. You little rascal, you're
actually training your own mother to be your pet dog! I don't know how you
enslaved your mother, but you now have my highest esteem.
Frank praised my son by patting him on the back heartily and said deliberately,
"Bob, I don't believe those King boys have anything over you, but I do think you
guys have lots in common, and you might want to compare notes sometimes."
"Could we really meet with the Kings?" I asked eagerly. Just as Frank suggested
that our sons compare notes, I urgently wanted to compare notes too with this
young woman, my namesake, trained by her own two young sons to be their sex
slave.
"Of cause, but unfortunately the Kings are visiting Susan's older sister in
Canada right now, and won't be back for another month. As soon as they got back,
I'll arrange a meeting between your two families." Frank promised.
Frank's genuine admiration and his heart felt accolade must have gone to my
son's head, he was opening up to him without any reservation. I saw Frank's face
register more and more amazement as Bob told him more and more about what he
wanted to do to his mother. When Bob described to him in detail what and how he
wanted to modify my clitoris, Frank was flabbergasted.
"You really want to do that to your own mother's clit?" Frank asked doubtfully.
"Of cause! Can it be done? Do you think the rod will be enough to maintain my
mother's clit to about an inch in length and almost half an inch in width
permanently?" Bob asked.
"Can your mother's clit really be enlarge and lengthen to that extend? Frank
asked amazingly, and then added, "That I just have to see for myself to
believe!"
"Mom has an extraordinary large clit to begin with. Her clit is very sensitive
and responsive, and with a little stimulation the proper size and length I want
her clit to maintain could be easily achieved. You want me to demonstrate to you
right now?" Bob asked with confidence.
In no time, I was ordered by my son to strip and standing naked right in front
of Frank with my large erect clitoris exposed to his appreciative eyes. Bob
proceeded to manipulate and torture my sensitive love button methodically. The
whole process only took about five minutes; my clitoris became a giant bulge
protruding prominently from the top of my pussy slit resembling a miniature
penis. And all this time, I was moaning and groaning intercepted by occasional
screaming as my body was shaking and convulsing by waves upon waves of
mind-shattering orgasms induced by both excruciating pain and great pleasure.
Copious amounts of feminine cum juices were spurting out of my vagina
continuously all over my inner thighs and dripping down my long shapely legs and
on the floor. After a few more minutes of more clit torture, I screamed out
loudly as I ejaculated onto my son's hand. He seemed satisfy with the result and
released my painfully throbbing enlarged clitoris, and lifted his cum covered
hand by my mouth. When I was licking my own creamy cum juice shamelessly with
enthusiastically from my son's hands, Frank looked with awe at my lust consumed
face still covered with tears of joy and suffering.
"With more time and a little electrical stimulation, I could make it even
bigger!" Bob bragged.
"Wow, that was really amazing. Well, technically I suppose there shouldn't be
any problems. I could use laser for guidance to align all the holes and the slot
for the rod to pass through and lock in place. I have no doubt with an inch long
thick rod totally imbedded lengthwise from tip to root and a large gauge barbell
inserted widthwise at the base of your mother's clitoris will uphold the
structure integrity of the modified clit and thus ensure the permanency of the
new size and length. What I really have doubts about is that your mother's clit
would be filled with so much metal, the sensitivity and responsiveness of her
clit may be diminished greatly. And the nerve-endings may even be seriously
damaged to render your mother's clit totally inert! Are you sure you really want
to do this to your mother's clit? And of cause, you know that this procedure is
irreversible!" Frank cautioned.
"I don't care; it's a risk I'm willing to take. I want it done!" Bob declared
emphatically. And then he said more calmly, " My darling Mommy's whole body is a
giant erogenous zone. She even cum when I just squeezed her nipples a little
bit, but when I spanked and whipped her asscheeks real hard, her cunt just
spraying out cum juices continuously!"
"Turn around, my doggy bitch Mommy, and show Frank your lusciously red bottom."
My son ordered.
I turned around and presented my thoroughly spanked and whipped buttock brazenly
for Frank's inspection.
"I punished her real good last night. Don't you think Mom's asscheeks look
deliciously appealing all red from spanking and peddling. I just loved putting
all those mean looking red and pink welt marks on her ass, and I think the
stripes really make Mommy's flawless smooth cheeks even more desirable. The
harder I hit her, the harder she cum, and she just kept on begging me for more.
You know, even when I tighten the dog collar around her neck the very first
time, Mom sprayed cum juices all over the place. My Mommy is a born sex slave
and a pain slut! The real reason I wanted to modify her clit to the size and
shape I desired is that I could lead her by her clit with a dog leash and show
my doggy bitch Mommy off to all my school friends! And of cause I just love the
idea that I could also fasten my sex slave Mommy by her huge love button! I have
a feeling that my mother's clit will be just as responsive if not more so right
after we modify it." Bob said convincingly.
"Frank, look at the bitch, her cunt is pouring out more cum cream for being
ordered to show her whipped ass to you!" Bob said sardonically and then barked
an order to me, "On your hands and knees, my doggy bitch Mommy, and spread your
asscheeks wide apart!"
I was both embarrassed and extremely excited at the same time from being ordered
by my son to spread my own asscheeks and showing my wide-open asshole to Frank.
"Don't you think Mom's delectable asshole will look ever more wickedly alluring
pierced and ringed with a couple of locks in it! It shouldn't be any problems
right? You told me the King boys have put locks in their mother's asshole." Bob
asked with just a slight concern.
Upon close assessment and inspection of my asshole, Frank declared it's one of
the most beautiful looking asshole he had ever seen, and my anus ring was quite
large and set in a deep indentation between my ass crack just perfect for
piercing and ringing!
"Oh my God, she is trembling with orgasms and spraying cum cream again with only
a slight touch to her asshole. I see that the issue of diminish sensation or
even the possibility of inertness to your mother's clitoris isn't quite critical
now." Frank exclaimed with astonishment.
Wrack! Wrack! Wrack! Suddenly, my son spanked my ass really hard a few times.
"Bad doggie!" Scolded my master, and then he ordered me harshly, "Clean up your
mess at once, doggy bitch Mommy!"
I knew my son simply wanted to show Frank how much power and control he had over
his submissive slave mother. And I wanted to make my son, my master proud of me.
So I immediately lowered my head to the floor and struck my ass way up in the
air proudly. And I started to lick up all the large and small puddles of my
feminine cum cream on the floor where I stood and kneed. After that, I even
crawling all over the office to find and lick up all the scattered droplets of
my pussy juice.
"Frank, I'm so sorry that my doggy bitch Mommy slut is splashing and dripping
pussy juices all over your office." Bob apologized to Frank facetiously while I
was doing his bidding.
"Good Doggy!" My heart filled pleased embarrassment when my master praised and
patted me on my head like a pet dog after I licked up all of my cum juices from
the floor.
To my absolute mortification and disgrace, even before my son finished patting
me on the head, a strong shivering pleasure like a lighting bolt jolt through my
body, I ejaculated again. Large quantity of aromatic creamy feminine cum juice
was spraying from my love tunnel splashing on the floor right between my legs. I
lowered my utterly humiliated red face to the pussy-cream splattered floor once
again and proceeded to clean it up swiftly with my tongue.
"Mommy, you're such a sloppy sluttish bitch! If you do that again, you'll be
severely punished. Frank, don't you think my darling Mommy is turning out to be
a real good obedient pet dog. But she needs lots more training though! As you
can see, she is not very disciplined, and has a very loose trigger as well as a
leaky pussy." My son declared pretentiously to my great embarrassment and
humiliation.
"I have never seen or heard anyone else could ejaculate like that except Susan
King. I'm even more amazed is the fact that your mother can ejaculates so often
and cum so much all the time!" Frank exclaimed with wonder. After a poignant
pause, Frank acknowledged with enviously admiration to Bob,
"I'm getting more and more jealous of you for possessing such an exceptionally
beautiful sexy young woman and the fact she is also your very own incredibly
submissive mother makes it even more perversely desirable, thus even more
enviable. Oh yes, my young friend, you're indeed to be envied by every
hot-blooded American. Hell no, even by every men in the world to be the sole
owner of such an extraordinary womanhood, a combination of beautiful sex goddess
and sluttish whore!"
"Thank you! I know Frank, and I thank God everyday for my good fortune. I love
my mother very much. I'm going to take very good care of my darling beautiful
Mommy, my very own doggy bitch!" My son declared passionately.
I looked at my beloved son with worshipful eyes while he was alternately
stroking and patting my blonde hair tenderly as a loving son for his mother as
well as a caring master for his pet dog. My son bent down and kissed me very
tenderly at first and then passionately. Frank looked on and smiled indulgently
at the most improper kiss between a mother and her son.
"Bob, I do have a solution here that will solve the problem of your mother's
leaky pussy." Frank informed Bob and showed him a small device after my son
finally lifted his mouth from my well kissed swollen full lips.
"This is called a vagina cap, and it will seal any vaginal opening tightly, one
size fits all. The cap has a build-in miniature air pump, and this little knob
here inflates the imbedded rubber tubing around the ridge of the cap. As you can
see, more you turn the knob this way, the rubber tubing will inflate more thus
seals any size pussy hole. Let me demonstrate for you with your mother's
vagina."
I was standing again with thighs wide spread. Frank placed the vaginal cap just
inside the entrance of my vagina opening, and had my son turned the inflation
knob gradually. I felt the rim of the cap swelling and pressing against my
vaginal walls. Frank told my son to stop turning the knob just when I felt the
pressure around the entrance of my vagina almost to the point of unbearable.
Frank showed my son how to test the effectiveness of the seal and adjustments
for air pressures.
"This device is just perfect for the job! I was thinking of using an inflatable
dildo, but now I don't think it will work half as well as this vaginal cap
here." Bob said happily.
"Oh, this little device is even better then you think. It even comes with a tap!
You probably wonder what this little round thing in the center of the cap was,
well, it's a trap door. Once you screwed the tap in the round hole like this,
the trap door will be pushed open. And presto, you have an instant pussy juice
dispenser!" Frank declared triumphantly.
"This is really an ingenious little gadget. Just what my cum dripping Mommy slut
needs! It sure looks wickedly delightful in Mommy's pussy, with only the little
brass tap sticking out from between her puffy outer pussy lips while the cap
remain totally hidden. May I keep this one in her now; I hate to see my Mommy's
delicious pussy juices being wasted anymore. Of cause I would pay for it later."
Bob said happily.
"Just from the intoxicating aroma of her sex fluids, I bet your mother's pussy
juice must be scrumptious. The vaginal cap is on the house, in exchange; I would
love to have a glass of your mother's delectable pussy juice." Bob bartered.
"You have a deal!" Bob promised.
With the vaginal cap snugly in position with the tap attached, my body was
quivering with orgasms when I realized from this moment on, my sex fluids could
be easily captured and collected by my son. I physically felt my pussy juices
were readily being trapped and collected even at this very moment inside my
sealed vaginal tunnel. If my sexual stimulations were to be maintained at this
heightened level, I knew Frank wouldn't have to wait too long to have a full
glass of my pussy juice to drink.
"The vaginal cap is really a nifty gadget; I want to buy another one from you
just for spare, Frank." Bob requested.
"No problem, I have quite a few on hand. I'm selling it directly for the
inventor. I think it will catch on, it's getting really popular among certain
circles. And I plan to mass-produce in the near future. Do you know a young girl
invented the vaginal cap a year ago when she was just fourteen years old! Her
name is Sidney, and she invented the device so that she can dominate her own
mother and collect her mother's pussy juice!" Frank said to Bob.
"I would love to meet her! Did she train her mother to be her sex slave too?"
Bob asked eagerly.
"She and her mother indeed has a mistress and slave incestuous lesbian relation,
but not to the extent of either you or even the King boys' level. I'm sure their
situation could change drastically if she has more contact with the likes of you
three boys!" Frank said jocosely with a smirk.
Then he looked at my statuesque naked body admiringly and said to me directly in
quite a while since the last time.
"Susan, you are a breathtakingly gorgeous young woman, with the little tap
sticking out from your pussy slit, you look even more sinfully desirable. Please
sit down, we still have a few things to discuss."
Before I could sit down on a chair, my son shouted,
"Doggy sits!"
I complied immediately by kneeing on the floor with back straight and chest out,
and then set my ass down on my heels.
"Good doggy!" My master praised and patted me on my head. When he put his
fingers on my lips, I proceeded to lick and suck my son's digits with slavish
devotions as if I was truly his pet dog upon giving the most precious gift, a
bone. Then I looked at my son, my owner with utter adoration and affection.
"You sure got your mother well trained!" Frank exclaimed with both admiration
and envy. He was truly awed by the extent of my submissiveness and devotion to
my son.
"By the time I'm finally finished training her, Mommy will become a real doggy
for me to own!" My son declared smugly.
"Bob, you can't be serious! Are you really going to train your own mother to be
a real dog for you?" Frank asked unbelievably.
"Of cause! Don't you think my beautiful Mommy will make a wonderful 'show dog'
after she is well trained. Before we go home from here, we'll stop by a pet
store to pick up a couple of doggy bowls and some dog food for my Mommy. And I
want her to try on a new dog collar before the custom designed one could be
ordered. Frank, do you know where can I have a platinum or silver dog collars
made? And I want a thick gold chain for a dog leash to go with the collar. I
also want to make a doggy tail for my doggy bitch Mommy too! I thought of using
some real animal fur to fashion into a tail and glue it to a large butt plug. Do
you think it will work?" Bob asked hopefully.
Frank was taking aback considerably by what my son just said. The implication
was crystal clear; my son was really going to do the unthinkable--turning his
own mother into a dog for real. Frank turned and looked down at me intensely
with disbelieve. What he saw on my face was only elation and joy of embracing my
destiny. And after contemplating for a few moments, a most salacious expression
appeared on his benevolent face.
"My beautiful submissive Susan, I would enjoy tremendously seeing you totally
naked, collar and leashed with a doggy tail implanted in your ass and eating
real dog food on your hands and knees from a doggy bowl on the floor!" I
shivered again with orgasms as Frank declared lecherously to me and then he
continued,
"Susan, the little girl who invented the vaginal cap you're wearing is so
angelic and beautiful, just as your young son and the King boys are all looking
so virtuous and handsome, but all of their mothers are ended up sexually
enslaved by them. Wasn't it amazing, these young persons all seem to be most
innocent and pure, are all turn out to be most wicked and perverted little
mother fuckers! Susan, I definitely have to kowtow to your young man, who has
the galls not only turned you into his sex slave, but also training you to be
his real pet dog even right now!" After a poignant pause, Frank continued,
"Susan, There is no doubt in my mind that you're consenting to everything that
your son is doing to you, without any coercion and force on his part. I know you
are not only in love but worship and devoted to you son completely." Frank
turned and said to my son, "And Bob, I believe you too love and care for your
extremely submissive mother, although in some twisted and abnormal ways." Frank
smiled at both of us and said, " I knew both Sidney and her mother real well,
and of cause I know the King family even better. I have seen the strange
relationships worked out beautifully between parent and offspring in both cases.
That's why I wasn't even outraged by what went on between the two of you, and I
have no doubt you will be very happy with your lives." And then Frank's tone
turned serious.
"Bob, I know how desperately you wanted to show off your beautiful mother to
your schoolmates. You couldn't wait for me to finish all the work on your
mother. You're just yearning to parade her naked by a leash attached to her
modified huge clitoris so that you can boast to all your friends that you owned
every inch of the most submissively desirable mother in the whole school if not
the world! Aren't I right, my young ignorant friend. And you, the ever loving
and subservient mother will only eagerly let you son displaying you like a 'show
dog' for all to see without a second thought!" After a very short pause to gauge
our attentions, Frank continued gravely,
"I'm sorry to burst your fantasy bubble with a dose of reality! The fact is Bob;
those high school friends of yours are the loosest big-mouthed cannon on earth.
Oh, you probably would tell me you'll make all of them swear on the Bible to
secrecy. But the reality is that there is always someone who would let the
secret leak out unintentionally or even deliberately. And then there are those
who couldn't wait to broadcast it to the world because either they are envious
of you or simply just want to boast to others if they had scored with your
mother! The problem you know is because none of them has as much to lose as the
two of you if the authority ever found out what's going on. Can you imagine if
some teacher even gets hold of a rumor that you're training your mother to be
you pet dog! The consequence probably will be worst them death for both of you.
So heed my warning, Bob; don't tell any of your friends. Promise me, okay! I
hate to see your lovely mother go to prison."
"I promise." My son promised solemnly with utter dejection.
And I knew he'd keep his promise for he was a very levelheaded young man. I
always knew the danger of ever letting my son show me off to his friends, but I
simply just ignored the consequences. I only thought about pleasing my beloved
son and for being the object of my owner's great pride and joy. I also wanted
all his teenaged friends to know I was really proud to be my own son's sex slave
and doggy bitch! Suddenly, I felt bereft. I was so looking forward to the
marriage ceremony to my beloved son and now it will never take place.
"You're both really fortunate to have come to me first and not to the other
tattoo places! Who knows what could have happened after you told them what you
want to do to your own mother, Bob!" Frank declared horrifyingly.
"I know we are lucky, Frank. But you were always my first choice, and I had a
feeling that I could trust you. Ahhhh. . .Frank, do you think we could at least
joint some of the BD/SM or other sexual deviant clubs advertised on the
Internet? " Bob asked hopefully.
"Now, Bobby, don't you even dare thinking about joining any club that's
advertising on the Net or anywhere else! You have no ideas what unscrupulous
people runs the clubs, you and your mother might be blackmailed to perform
despicable acts against your wills and ended up providing free entertainment for
their patrons or worst!" Frank warned alarmingly. And then he relaxed and even
smiled mockingly at my son and said,
"I imagined it might just be some of the same despicable things you have already
done to your mother! But with her total consent of cause." After a pause, Frank
continued.
"Bob, when I told you that you could never tell your young school friends, I
didn't mean you can never tell anyone. You certainly can tell the Kings or
anyone who's in an incestuous relationship, folks like that will safeguard your
secrets because they have just as much to loose as you! And now, Bob and Susan,
I think it's the right time to reveal to you that my whole family also practice
incest. Tony has been fucking fuck his mother since he was thirteen years old!"
When Frank noticed the surprise on my son's face, he said meaningfully to Bob,
"Oh yes, he never told you or any of his friends! In fact, my son and my wife
are so in love with each other now, his mother is more of a wife to him than to
me. Don't be sorry for me though, I'm very happy with my darling twelve-year-old
Jenny. We belong to this exclusive incest club, so are the King family. I'm
pretty sure you would want to join too. Our club has approximately one hundred
members made up by about forty families right now and expending rapidly. The
majority of the members engage in what you could call straight normal incestuous
sex and only about 20 % practice some sort of BD/SM with a close relative. Bob,
I know you'll be delighted, after you and your mother became members, you can
then display your mother like a 'show dog' to your heart's content! But you must
tune down your heavy stuff such as whipping and other more perverse behaviors
when minor children are present. And the really good thing about the club is
most members are very board-minded and non-judgmental and no one or any family
has to join in any swapping or group activity. So for some members, the club is
just a place to be social and meet like-minded people. The membership
understandably is very exclusive and stringent. Even with my recommendation and
vouch that the family resemblance between the two of you is too strong for any
doubt that you're definitely very closely related. However, your background will
still be checked thoroughly to make sure you're indeed what you say you
are--mother and son. A copy of your birth certificates and a few recent color
photos of you two in some type of sexual acts will also be required along with
the application form." Frank informed us.
"How long will it take before we become members?" Bob asked eagerly with
excitation. I was also thrilled and relieved that my son and I didn't have to
hide from the whole world, we can safely reveal our true relationship at least
to the people of this incest club. And the marriage ceremony just might take
place after all!
"I'll give you the application forms to fill out before you leave here. It will
take about three to four weeks after you provided me with all the necessary
items I mentioned." Frank said.
"Oh, that's just perfect! I probably have my doggy bitch Mommy well trained by
then!" My son exclaimed excitedly, and then asked Frank, " How long will it take
before you can finish all the bodywork on my mother?"
"Well, before we proceed any further, I want to know Bob, are you absolutely
sure you really want everything to be permanently installed in your mother's
body?" After acknowledged my son's emphatically nodding of his head, he
cautioned, "Just remember, once a ring, barbells or other body jewelry pierced
and installed in your mother's nipple or pussy lips it will be forever, and
never be able to take out again!" After a short pause, Frank continued, "I have
most of the items you specified on hand, and if you don't like or fancy what we
have in store, we'll search for the exact pieces you want from the catalogs and
then order it from our exclusive European suppliers. Of cause the rod and the
barbells needed to maintain the structure permanency of your mother's modify
clitoris along with the gold rings, all need to be specially designed and
manufactured by a lab. If there are no unforeseen problems or ordering delays, I
think I could finish the job in about a month." Frank acknowledged.
"I want to place a three-carat diamond on the end of the rod so that after the
entire rod is imbedded in mother's clit, the diamond will be the crowning jewel!
Can you do it here or it has to be done by the design lab." Bob asked.
"Wow, three carats! I think it'll best for me to handle it after the rod and
other stuffs came back from the lab. I know a jeweler who could do it." Frank
said.
"That's great! We could then go over to your jeweler and select the diamond.
Nothing but the best for my beautiful darling Mommy!" My son declared while
looking at me with pride.
My heart was bursting with love and adoration for my beloved son, my master!
Frank lead us to the displaying cases, and pointed out the sections for the
permanent rings and said to Bob,
"Everything you wanted is made of space-age graphite-titanium metal ally,
hundred times stronger than steel. The ring designs are outstanding and
innovative, way ahead of its time, and just as well that we won't see anything
better coming along at least in another 20 to 30 years. And the body jewelries
and charms we carry are just exquisite. Bob, I showed you the spring fitted
rings before, once the ends wedged together they formed permanent enclosed
circles, and the threads of the barbells can be epoxy so the balls will be
permanently in place." After a short pause, Frank reminded my son once again,
"Please select and choose with extreme care Bob."
As we walk along the displaying cases, Frank and Bob discussed the merits and
purposes of various body jewelries such as ring sizes, gauges of barbells on
display. The brilliant multi colored balls of the barbells fascinated Bob, Frank
told him they are Lucite balls and very popular for tongue piercing and the
colors glowed in the dark. When my son heard that, he wanted my tongue pierced
with baby blue color balls to match my baby blue eyes. And he also wanted
hot-pink colored balls for the barbells in my clit too so that he won't have
problems locating my love button in the dark as if that will ever be a
possibility after the enormous transformation of my clitoris literally. I was
never consulted while Bob picked up numerous gold rings of different sizes and
designs ánd other items intended for my most feminine and intimate openings. I
never once felt any resentment, on the contrary, I felt thankful that the rings
my son selected so meticulously would give him pleasure once installed
permanently in my most feminine places, even in my asshole!
After the catalogs were searched and orders were placed, Bob asked more advices
regarding to my dog leash, dog collar and doggy tail, as well as such things as
vibration dildos, butt-plugs and even bondage and discipline paraphernalia! Due
to the relationship with my son, and the highly unusual and the most intimate
nature of my body piercing and modifications, Frank would do everything himself
and scheduled all the works in the coming weeks to be done after closing hours.
He told us since we're going to be club members; he was going to give us a 20%
discount on all services and merchandises. And in return, my son offered all my
services free of charge excluding my pussy for now.
"My mother is unprotected right now, and I want to father all her children!
Frank, please feel free to use her other two holes until I have my bitch
obviously breeding." My son told Frank unequivocally.
In celebration of the conclusion of a good business deal, the tap on my vaginal
cap was turned on like a water faucet. My vaginal tunnel was fill to capacity
and to the amazement of Frank, my sex fluids--a mixture of aromatic cunt juices
and cum cream were flowing from the spout not only filling two tall glasses but
with more of my sex fluids remaining untapped.
While my son and Frank were savoring my delicious pussy juices, I had male
penises planted in both ends, Frank was fucking my asshole and my son was
fucking my mouth. Even though I loved my own son's huge pole slamming into my
rectum much more than Frank's ass fucking. Nevertheless, the added excitement of
knowing all my body piercing and modification were to take place very soon, and
also the fact that I was ass fucked by a man I just met in the presence of my
son put me over the edge. I cum into my sealed vaginal tunnel again and again.
That night, my son was like a fucking love machine; I lost track of the number
of times he fucked me in all three of my orifices! But each and every time he
always pulled out either from my mouth or my asshole so that he could solely
deposited his blistering hot semen in my pussy. His thrust was so forceful, so
that with every stroke his shaft always touched the inner most reaches of my
vaginal tunnel. And then just when his was about to cum, he always gave a most
violent final plunge, I felt the head of his enormous penis lunging through the
tiny opening of my cervix and lodged all the way deep inside my womb. I swear I
even physically felt the bulging head of my son's sex organ as it emerging from
the neck of my uterus and spraying spurt after spurt of his viscous creamy semen
into the center of my reproductive organ--my womb! I sensed that the walls of my
womb were coated thickly at first with creamy semen and then my fertile chamber
was gradually filling up with millions upon millions of my son's potent
life-giving sperm cells. Every time, I climaxed with my beloved son
simultaneously often with multi-orgasms, and I imagined and even sensed that one
of my eggs was penetrated by and mated with one or more of my son's energetic
wiggling sperms. As we were really in tune with one another, each time just when
he was ejaculating deep inside my womb, my son was shouting confidently that he
was impregnating his sexy Mommy now or fucking a brother or sister into his
beautiful Mommy's flat belly right now. But most often and repeatedly my son
yelled out enthusiastically that he was breeding his doggy bitch Mommy right
now! I had no idea how often I cum or how many orgasms I had, the numbers must
be astronomical! I was delirious with joy and happiness. I felt very confidently
too that my son indeed had planted a baby in my womb that very night just right
after my IDU was removed!
By the time my son was too exhausted to fuck me any more, my womb had sucked his
sperm laden balls totally dry! He must had cum bucket-full, my womb and my
vaginal cavities were filled to capacity and over flowing with his potent baby
making sperm. The bed sheets were soaking with our combined sex fluids! The
vaginal cap was put in place to stop the leak and seal all my beloved son, my
owner's potent seeds inside my birth chamber in order to facility the very first
of my frequent incestuous pregnancies.
All the piercing except my clitoris were done by the first week. I now sporting
permanent gold rings in my nipples, both inner and outer pussy lips and even in
my asshole. And a pair of the most charming little silver bells was put in each
of the smaller gold ring before it was enclosed forever hanging from the tip of
my nipple. My tongue was double pierced and two large gauge barbells, one with
blue and the other with yellow Lucite glow balls were inserted permanently into
my delicate pink tongue! Except for my tongue and anus piercing, all other
piercing were relatively painless and fast with the laser. The searing heat from
the laser beam cauterized the puncture holes so the healing was relatively quick
and free from infections. And the rings were inserted immediately after each
piercing. My inner pussy lips were only pierced with a small gold ring each. But
my puffy outer pussy lips were each pierced with four large gold rings inside
and secured tightly with four small beautiful designed gold-plated locks with
only the brass tap of the vaginal cap stuck out within the tightly enclosed
puffy pink lips. My asshole was pierced with four small gold rings spaced evenly
around the perimeter of my anal ring. Although my asshole was still unsecured,
but was almost always sealed by a large vibrating butt plug. Two tiny but strong
expensive custom made locks were ordered for my asshole.
All my tattoos were completed by the end of second week. It was done the old
fashion way, by tattoo needles and colored inks but with computer guidance.
Although the puncture wounds were minuscule, but tattoos was more time consuming
and substantially more painful than piercing with the laser. But I loved it much
more though, particularly when it was administered to the soft creamy skin of
the under-curves of my large breasts and the most tender and delicate pink
tissue of my inner pussy lips. Even though I enjoy the experience, I wished my
son would brand my delicate inner lips along with my bulging outer pussy lips.
My brandings followed immediately where my tattooing had left off. I was both
thrilling and fearful about it at the same time. And as it turned out, laser
branding was no more painful than laser piercing. I wanted to experience the
pain of being branded, but all the areas marked off for branding were
anesthetized just beforehand to ensure that I was motionless during precision
branding. There was only a minimal smell of burning flesh. And the most delicate
task was the branding of the softest and most tender tissues of upper-curves of
my creamy breasts and my pink and puffy outer pussy lips. A special healing
ointment were applied to all branded flesh immediately afterwards to make sure
all cauterized tissues were to heal faster and smoother.
Ever since the brandings healed completely three day later, I just couldn't help
myself from tracing the indentations incessantly which formed the letters of my
beloved son's names branded deeply into the flesh of my breasts, pussy and
asscheeks!
On the upper swelling curves of my right breast, My son's first name 'BOB' was
seared into flesh of the breast to about one millimeter in depth, and the words
'SLUT SLAVE' were tattooed onto the creamy soft skin of the under curves of the
same breast. In a similar fashion, my son's last name "KNIGHT" was branded into
the upper curves of my left breast and the words 'DOGGY BITCH" were tattooed
onto the under curves of the same breast. My son's first and last name were also
branded vertically about one millimeter in depth into the permanently denuded
delicate pink flesh of my right and left puffy meaty outer pussy lips
respectively. The same words, 'SLUT SLAVE' and 'DOGGY BITCH' had been tattooed
on the soft under-curves of my breasts, were also tattooed onto the delicate
tissues of my left and right inner pussy lips respectively, only this time
vertically. About half an inch tall and in capital letters, the words "PRIVATE
PROPERTY OF" were tattooed just above my tailbone, and these words were very
artistically bordered by tattooing in barbwire-like fence that had the
appearance of a signpost. And just beneath the 'sign-post', in inch tall block
letters, my son's first and last name were branded, this time about two
millimeters deep into the unblemished soft alabaster skin of the upper curves of
my right and left ass cheeks respectively.
The brandings were then coated with bright red and orange incandescent colors
that glowed in the dark. Anyone would be able to read my son's name on the most
feminine and private places of his own mother's naked body clearly from a great
distance, either from my front or my back and no matter it's day time or night
time! And just above my permanently denuded pubis was an eloquently tattooed
outlines of a voluptuous big breasted figure of a woman on her hands and knees,
collared and leashed with a tail between her ass. My name, 'SUSAN KNIGHT' was
tattooed inside the figure to denote it's representation. And right underneath
the figure were the words: "Sex Slave/Doggy Bitch" tattooed in black ink, and
right underneath that, in slightly larger capital letters: 'MOMMY', was tattooed
in blood red color almost right on top of my soon to be modified clitoris.
The inch long pencil thick graphite-titanium rod finally arrived by the end of
the third week with a brilliantly cut marquise diamond bonded to one end, along
with the rest of my clit-modification ensemble. My large clitoris was first
stimulated by hand and then with electrical charges until it enlarged and
elongated to about half an inch in thickness and just over an inch in length.
Frank stuck a syringe in my now enormous clitoris and plumped 2 cc of Lidocaine
inside to render it totally numbed within a few minutes while still maintaining
it's size and shape for permanent modification. After my clitoris was careful
measured and marked, all the lateral holes were pierced with laser beams, first
with the bigger hole at the base of the clit for the barbell. Then two more
identical sizes holes for the thick gold rings, one in the middle and the other
close to the tip of the clitoris. According to Frank, the most critical part was
drilling a hole quarter inch in diameter dead center from the tip and straight
down along the entire length of the inch long clitoris just deep enough to reach
the base but not beyond!
"The advantage of the laser beam technology will be so apparent especially for
such a large hole I'm about to make. As it pierces and penetrates deep into the
flesh of your mother's clitoris, the laser cauterized the fresh wound at the
same time." Frank stated.
Frank explained to us step by step as he worked on my clitoris. He told us that
once the lengthwise hole was made, the structure support and maintenance metals
for my clitoris and the decorative jewelries could be fitted right away. The
shaft of the barbell was inserted through the hole at the base of my clitoris
with the locking slot face up and centering the rod so that equal amounts of
thread-lined ends were protruding from both sides of my thick clitoris. Next, a
very thick gold ring about half an inch in diameter with a hole large enough for
the rod to pass though was inserted into the middle hole. And then the smaller
but equally thick ring fitted with a pair of silver bells inserted into the hole
near the top of my clitoris. After the holes of both gold rings and the locking
slot in the middle of the barbell were all lined up precisely, the rod was
slowly and carefully inserted vertically down the center of my rigid clitoris.
The multi-grooved end of the rod passed through the holes in the bands of the
gold rings all the way down and firmly lodged in the locking slot of the
barbell. The entire rod was totally imbedded inside my clitoris now with only
the sparkling diamond conspicuously atop my lengthened clitoris. After making
sure everything was properly in place, Frank got a firm grip on the diamond and
gave the rod a strong push and a forceful twist. A faint click was heard
ensuring that the rod had been finally and irreversibly snapped into place and
permanently anchored by the barbell inside my clitoris forever! After that, the
ends of each gold rings were wedged together individually to form two enclosed
circles permanently inserted and hanging from my clitoris. And finally a pair of
hot-pink glow balls was permanently screwing onto each end of the epoxy coated
threads of the barbell shaft protruding from the base of my clitoris. The
permanent modification of my crown jewel was complete!
After my son filled two tall glasses of my cunt juices by just turning on the
tap of my vaginal cap; I felt a great relief of the painful pressures exerted on
my grossly over-capacitated vaginal tunnel. Frank suggested that I should have a
drink to celebrate with them for the completion of my bodywork and for being
such an outstanding trooper. To the amazement of Frank, there was enough cunt
juice still remaining in my vaginal tunnel to almost fill the third glass. All
three of us made numerous toasts with my cunt juices, and mostly were to Frank
for a job well done. And my modified huge clitoris forever unobstructed and
relentlessly protruding straight out from the top of my pussy slit was also the
object of many happy well-deserved toasts. My newly sparkling bejeweled modified
crown jewel was indeed a sight to behold. And to our collective relieved, the
responsiveness of my modified clit was gradually coming back.
Afterwards, they doubt teamed me. I lay on top of my son with his huge penis
buried to the hilt in my pussy, while Frank slowly shove his penis into my
asshole. It was a wonderful and strange feeling to have two penises seesawing in
and out of both of my holes only separated by a thin membrane and particularly
when one of the penis belonging to my own son. But the most amazing feeling was
the continuous rubbing of my son's penis along the length of my love button.
Because of my custom-built clitoris had a much more extensive reach now, it was
like a 'giant' female penis constantly in touch of my son's huge male penis as
it plunging in and out of my vagina. What a great joy to discover that my
clitoris still had feelings after it was filled up with so much metals. I looked
down at my son's handsome sweaty lustful face, my heart overfilled with love and
passion for him as a mother and a sex slave. I embraced him as tightly as I
could with all the love in my heart and I rained passionate kisses all over his
endearing young face as I overcame by multiply orgasms. Frank withdrew his penis
from my rectum and came around to the front. My son flipped me over without
breaking our joining. He was pounding my pussy with urgency while I cleaned
Frank's shit streaked penis only a couple of feet away from his intense laboring
face. My son gave a final lunge and forced his entire penis crown spear headed
deep into the warm chamber of my uterus, and just as he was ejaculating his life
giving sperm directly into my fertile womb, Frank deposited every drop of his
semen into my wide open mouth. It was so thrilling to have my son watching me so
closely swallowing another man's semen down my throat.
My permanently modified, pierced, ringed and bejeweled enormously huge clitoris
was perpetually prominently protruding form the top of my constantly locked up
pussy slit was now my pride and joy. My son loved my new and improved crown
jewel so much, he spend lots of time playing homage to my enormous clitoris by
fondling, stroking and squeezing it at first, then he licked and sucked on my
stiff love button like a Popsicle. And finally, he swallowed my entire clitoris
rings and all into his mouth and bathed it with his copious saliva. And during
all this time, I just kept on quivering and shaking incessantly with non-stop
orgasms. Instead of becoming less responsive or even worst as we fretted at
first, my modified clitoris, to our great surprise, turned out to be even more
sensitive and quicker to respond than ever before. And now, instead of clipping
a leash to my dog collar, he clipped the dog leash to the middle large clit ring
and leading me around the house and backyard by my modified huge clitoris most
of time now! I couldn't even began to describe the overwhelming emotion and
sensation surging through my body as my fifteen-year-old son leading me on a dog
leash, his own birth mother by her enormous clitoris.
My son decided he wanted me to be totally naked at all times from now on while
at home. He didn't want any article of clothing to distract or hinder the
glorious displaying of my piercing, tattoos, brandings and other body works.
When my custom designed dog collar along with my new dog leash were made and
shipped to us, my son removed the old leathered dog collar and put the new
collar snugly around my neck and locked it with a padlock. He clipped on the
leash to my new dog collar and paraded me around and around the house either had
me walking behind him as a slave girl or crawling in front of him on my hands
and knees as a pet dog. My son loved the looks of my new gold chain-linked dog
leash so much when it was clipping on to my enormous clitoris, he wanted my clit
to be leashed at all times. He even considered attaching my new dog leash to my
clitoris permanently! Furthermore, when I wasn't fastened by my doggy collar to
some fixtures, he wanted to fasten me by my clitoris.
Bob said he would order an identical silver chain-linked dog leash for my
silvery platinum dog collar right away. And then both my graceful slender neck
and my modified huge clitoris would then be fastened at the same time to some
designated 'hitching posts' around the house and in the backyard, such as the
table legs, bed posts or even the fence by the flower beds. Until the silver
leash arrived, my gold leash would only be unclipped from my clit when my son
wanted to lead me by my collar. When I was not being led around or fastened
either by my clit or my neck, my golden dog leash was always attached to my
clitoris and pulled between my legs from behind. My son always pulled the leash
very hard to create a strong tension until my perpendicularly erect clitoris
bent downward at least into a 45-degree angle. Then the leash was lifted between
my asscheeks with such force the chain-links of the leash wedged firmly in my
ass crack to render a golden thong-like appearance! And finally, the golden
leash was wrapped tightly around my waist couple of times to maintain the
tension on my clitoris. When I went out, my golden dog leash was pulled out from
under my dress through a small-reinforced opening in the back of the dress and
then wrapped around my waist like a fashionable decorative belt!
My son never removed the new dog collar off my neck ever since he put it on and
secured it with a silver padlock, and I had to wear it wherever I went just like
my dog leash now. Fortunately, the new wide-band shimmering platinum dog collar
resembled a designer choker, and for the undiscerning eyes, that's exactly what
it is. Even though my dog collar had a large brass ring in front for my gold
chain-linked dog leash to clip onto and a small silver padlock on the side, to
the general public, it was just a new style or an outlandish fashion statement.
However, every time when I walked down the aisle of the supermarket with a
shopping cart, or anywhere in a public place with or without my son, I was the
center of attention. Well, with the revealing sexy clothes picked out by my son
to put on my voluptuous body, and the eye catching shimmering platinum dog
collar around my neck, I knew I made a spectacularly appealing picture. Even
though Bob still kept insisting that branding his name on his own mother's
breasts was not against the law. I was so glad that my son listened to Frank
that we had to be more circumspect, so that my street dresses and blouses were
not so low cut nowadays after the branding of my breasts. But the scooping
neckline of this dress was still low enough to allow partial glimpses of my
son's name branded prominently on the upper tender swells of my breasts.
However, the bouncing and undulating of my large breasts under the dress and the
poking of my constantly erect nipples against the fabric of the flimsy dress
enlighten everyone that I was clearly braless. One could occasionally even make
out the faint outlines of the rings pierced through my nipples. And now, my
ensemble in conjunction with the nonstop ringing of the silver bells in my
nipples and clitoris with every little movement I made and each step I took no
wonder I drew all the attentions wherever I went. If only the on-lookers knew
the very fetching and fashionable gold chain-linked belt I wore around my
24-inch waist was actually my dog leash, and it was in fact fastening to and
pulling on my huge modified clitoris strongly at all times underneath my short
dress, I would definitely be mobbed! And how I loved the feeling of possessing
such perverse and decadent secrets! I was so glad that my pussy was always
sealed with the vagina cap now, otherwise I would be so disgraced and
embarrassed for constantly leaking cunt juices down my legs. And I would
definitely be mortified when my feminine secretions were dripping directly from
my vagina right onto the floor and left a slippery trail behind for everyone to
see!
I felt in love with my new doggy tail the moment my son showed it to me, it was
the most lifelike furry tail affixed to a huge vibrating butt plug. He also
showed me my brand new gold dog tag, beautifully engraved by him. On one side,
my name, 'Susan Knight' was engraved in the center of the tag, the letters were
large enough to be clearly readable from several feet away. And at the bottom
the words, 'sex slave/doggy bitch Mommy" were engraved in very tiny letters,
could only be legible by extreme closely scrutiny. On the other side of my dog
tag, my son's name, 'Bob Knight' was engraved in the same fashion as my name.
And at the bottom the tiny words, son/master/owner were engraved. The tag had a
short gold chain with a small ring at the end, after he open the slit of the
small ring a bit and fitted inside the brass ring of my collar, my son then
soldered the slit shut. Now, my engraved dog tag will be forever hanging down
from my collar to the base of my neck. I told my son I would always be proud to
wear this dog tag.
My son was very satisfied with his own accomplishment. And To celebrate the
occasion, he said it's time for me to be a real doggy. He opened the locks in my
asshole and then secured the two small locks on my middle clit ring for
safekeeping, and put the key back in the gold chain around his neck where the
keys to the locks in my pussy and my dog collar were kept. My son rammed the
butt plug deep into my rectum until it was enclosed completely by my anal ring.
With only the furry tail visible, it looked like I did indeed had a real doggy
tail growing out of my anus!
"My darling Mommy, you have a doggy tail now, so you're a a real doggy now!
Until I remove your doggy tail, no more walking, or speaking, and only crawling
and barking like a real dog, understand my doggy bitch Mommy?" Bob shouted.
"Yes, my master, my owner. Your doggy bitch Mommy understood."
Even before I finished I thought was a most appropriated answer, half a dozen
viciously stinging slaps rained down on my tender asscheeks!
"Bad doggy! Bad Bad doggy! What did I tell you? No more speaking! Now, my doggy
bitch Mommy, do it right this time, or you'll be whipped severely." My son
threatened.
"Woof! Woof!" I barked timidly.
"Bark louder, and wag your doggy tail, my doggy bitch Mommy!" My owner ordered.
"Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!" I barked loudly while wagging my doggy tail with
tremendous enthusiasm.
"Good doggy!" My son praised me and patted me on the head.
"From now on, always wag your tail when you bark, my doggy bitch Mommy,
understand!" Bob asked.
I barked and wagged my doggy tails thus happily earned more praise and patting
from my beloved owner.
My son unclipped the dog leash from my clitoris and reattached to my dog collar.
He opened a can of dog food and dumped the content into one of my doggy bowl and
filled the other one with water and set both doggy bowls down on the kitchen
floor under the dinning table. I was crawling on my hands and knees with bells
ringing in my nipples and clitoris, and my doggy tails wagging between my ass
crack, as my son led me by the leash around the kitchen a few times and then
finally in front of the doggy bowls. I was feeling more and more like a real dog
as I ingested real dog food only with my mouth and lapping up water with my
tongue from the doggy bowls quite resembling a real dog. My son poured a glass
of my chilled pussy juice, and sat down by the table drinking my pussy juice and
watching me contentedly. He often praised me by saying 'Good Doggy', and 'What a
nice doggy you're Mommy', while jerking on my leash and then patted my head.
"My doggy bitch Mommy, do you enjoy your dog food?" My son asked me mockingly.
I barked and wagged my doggy tail in response.
"That nice, my doggy bitch, because you're going to eat dog food at least once a
week! My darling Mommy, I finally got myself a really nice doggy now, just what
I have always wanted. I just knew it, my doggy bitch Mommy, you have the makings
of a really fine 'show dog'. I couldn't wait to show you off to the club
members!" My son declared with joyous impatience.
I was so overwhelmed with emotion for looking and performing so much like a real
dog for my son, I almost believed I had indeed became a real dog at that moment.
I was shaking uncontrollably by waves upon waves of orgasms; huge amounts of my
feminine cum cream were ejaculating continuously into my sealed vaginal
cavities. I had never cum this fast or this much when not engaging in any form
of sexual activity with my son or not being physically punished by him. I didn't
know why I was resenting and even resisting my son's effort to train me to be a
real dog for him at first. Now, I had a craving for being a real dog for my
beloved son, my master, my owner. I would even eat dog food every day from now
on, if not for the fact that I needed nutrition for the production of my pussy
juice for my son to drink. I had no idea how my son knew that his mother would
love to become a real pet dog for him, but I'll never have any misgiving about
what my son wanted to do to me in the future. I'm quite convinced now, more than
ever, that my underage son knew what's best for his adult mother! I was thinking
with just a little more training by my son, I truly believed what a marvelous
'show dog' I could be for him to display and show off. This was my destiny!
The saga of Bob and his mother will be continued in:
Chapter Four: The breeding of a Sex Slave/Doggy Bitch Mommy
coming soon....
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