A Mother in Law's Visit

  I let him hang there for fifteen minutes, enjoying the silence broken only by his ragged breathing and the soft rattle of chains as he shifted his weight. The welts on his ass were already rising, hot to the touch. I watched him from the bed, sated and pleased with my work.

When I finally stood, my footsteps were light on the carpet. I moved behind him, letting my warm breath ghost over his neck. He flinched. I placed cool hands on his marked flesh, tracing the patterns I'd left on his buttocks with my fingertips.

My other hand found his cock—already hardening again, the pathetic thing. I pulled the foreskin back gently, exposing the swollen head of his uncircumcised erection. My fingers circled the slit at the tip, rubbing the pre-cum around in slow, teasing circles.

"Already getting hard again," I whispered, my voice soft and dangerous. "You really are a pain slut, aren't you?”

"Such a good little boy," I whispered in his ear, nibbling his lobe gently. "Have you nothing to say to me, boy?"

"Thhh... Thank you, Mistress," he stammered.

I squeezed his cock, my thumb pressing into the sensitive spot just under the head. "What for?"

He groaned, hips twitching. "For teaching me the consequences of not behaving, Mistress."

"You are most welcome, my boy." I stroked him faster, feeling him throb in my palm. "Would you like to be let down? Perhaps spend a pleasant evening with me, relaxing and watching a little TV?"

"Yes, please, Mistress."

”Will you behave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good boy.”

He stood on tiptoes, and I released the hook above his head. His arms fell limp, and I caught him, kissing the back of his neck as I massaged his shoulders. He thanked me again, the words sounding sweeter each time.

I took his leash and led him to my lounge, removing his blindfold. He blinked in the light like a newborn. I guided him to the hardback chair beside my sofa, ordered him to sit, and pulled a thick leather belt around his chest and arms, buckling it tightly behind him.

"Open," I commanded, and forced the penis gag between his teeth, buckling it snug.

I stroked him until he was fully erect, then slid the vibrating sheath down his length. I picked up the remote and pressed the button—vibrations shot up and down his cock, making him moan into the gag. I cycled through the patterns: slow, fast, hard, soft, multiple points at once, watching his body writhe and his eyes roll back with each change.

 "Comfy?" I asked, stroking his face gently. "Good. Let's see what we can find to entertain us, shall we?"

I clicked on the flat screen he was facing, then picked up the Apple TV remote—the one he'd given me as a gift last Christmas. "I love this thing," I told him, my voice warm with genuine appreciation. "Thank you for showing me how to use it. I particularly love how you can cast from your iPhone."

I picked up my phone, scrolling through a few menus with practiced ease. A few clicks later, and there she was—Emma, his cheating wife, her beautiful face filling the screen in high definition.

I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, feeling his body go rigid with shock. I pressed play and whispered, "Enjoy your reunion."

I walked away, listening to his muffled grunt of "What the fuck!" vibrating through the penis gag as Emma's recorded message began, her voice speaking directly to him as if she were right there in the room. Perfect.

 I settled back against the sofa, one hand idly holding the remote for his vibrating sheath, the other tracing patterns on his thigh. Emma's face filled the screen, radiant and tanned from the Greek sun, looking happier than I'd ever seen her. I turned up the vibrations just enough to keep him desperate.

"So here you are, you pathetic piece of shit," Emma's voice rang out, crisp and clear through the speakers. "To think I actually thought of you as a real man I could look up to. What the fuck was I thinking?"

I watched David's body go rigid, his bound form trembling against the leather straps. His eyes were fixed on the screen, unable to look away.

"When I first found out about your silly little fantasies and told Mum about them, she just laughed and told me it was perfect," Emma continued, her tone dripping with contempt. "I could have whatever life I wanted, and I could train you to go along with it, just like she did with my useless dad."

I leaned in close to his ear, my breath hot against his skin. "That's right, pet. Just like I trained your father-in-law before you. It's a family tradition."

"That's just not me," Emma's voice continued. "I want a real man, a man who can take me when he wants. A man who makes me want to beg for his cock."

I squeezed his cock through the vibrating sheath, feeling it throb helplessly. “That was never you."

"Then I met Christos at work when he came in to buy a new car. He is tall, strong, handsome, and a gentleman to boot. I had no hesitation when he asked me out to dinner and then invited me back to his apartment afterwards. What a night that was, God, he fucked me every which way till I was sore. I still wanted more, but my body couldn't take it."

I turned the vibrations higher, watching his hips buck involuntarily. "Listen to her describe a real man, David. Listen and learn what you'll never be."

"How could I go back to a pathetic wimp like you after an experience like that?" Emma's voice grew sharper. "I bet you don't even remember that night when I came home ruined, do you? There you were, just sitting playing on your Xbox all night while I was being taken to places I'd never been before."

I paused the video and smiled at him, stroking his tear-streaked cheek. "She came home that night smelling of sex and another man's cologne, and you didn't even notice. Too busy with your video games."

I pressed play again.

"A couple of dates later, Christos asked if he could meet Mum. Being the gentleman he is, he asked for her permission to take me away with him to Greece if I agreed. We talked about you a lot. I told them both how pathetic I found you and could barely stand looking at you anymore. Christos said he had encountered people like you before and that he felt you would never be able to give me what I needed. A statement that both my mum and I agreed with."

I could feel David's resistance crumbling, his body going limp against the restraints. The truth was breaking him, exactly as planned.

"That's when mum asked if she could have you to help her out around the house, the way she made my dad. I was a little taken aback at first, and Christos asked her to explain, which she did in great detail."

I remembered that conversation vividly—how I'd described to my daughter and her new Greek lover exactly how I'd break David, how I'd train him, how I'd make him useful in ways he'd never imagined. How Christos had nodded approvingly, calling it "a perfect solution for a useless man."

"Christos raised his eyebrow (which is very fucking sexy) and told us he thought this would be the best solution for everything. So it was set."

I leaned forward, my face inches from his, watching his eyes well up with tears.

"How does that make you feel, that Christos is not only taking me away from you but also has a hand in the decision to pass you off to mum? Pretty pathetic, eh? Mum told me how easy it was to get you under her thumb and promised to keep me updated on her progress with you. Christos and I have had a great laugh at the few pics she sent already."

I turned the vibrations to maximum, making his entire body convulse. "They've been laughing at you, pet. Laughing at how easily you broke."

"So I'm just warning you now. If you do anything to try and fuck this up for Christos and me, or if you disobey Mum in any way she can't control, Christos has promised that he will bring a world of hurt down on you that will make you wish you had never been born."

I turned the vibrations off completely, leaving him hanging on the edge of desperation.

"Now keep watching, and you'll understand why a pussy like you could never be man enough for me."

I settled back, ready to enjoy the rest of his ex-wife's message, my new slave's complete destruction playing out before me in real time.

I watched him start to sob in his bonds—pathetic little whimpers muffled by the penis gag, tears streaming down his face. Good, I thought. Let him break completely.

"Oh, poor baby," I cooed, stroking his hair. "Can't believe the woman you loved could be so cruel? That's because you never really knew her. You never knew what she needed."

The screen changed. A Mediterranean vista filled the frame—clifftops, deep blue sea, a marbled pool surrounded by sumptuous gardens. The camera panned over a balcony, through netted curtains, into a large bedroom where a handsome Greek man lay naked on the bed. Christos. Even I had to admit he was magnificent—chiseled chest, ripped stomach, and that cock. Even lying lazily to the side, it was clearly larger than David's fully erect. The camera focused on his face, then traveled down his body in loving detail.

I leaned close to David's ear. "Look at him. That's a real man. That's what a cock is supposed to look like."

The camera clicked onto a stand, giving a full view of the bed. Then Emma's naked form came into view—my daughter, looking more confident and sexual than I'd ever seen her. She knelt on the bed and began kissing Christos's inner thighs. His cock stirred, growing to a substantial size in both length and girth. She sucked on his balls, flicking her tongue, and his moans filled the speakers.

"Listen to him," I whispered, squeezing David's trapped cock through the vibrating sheath. "That's the sound of a man being pleased by a woman who wants to please him. Not a pathetic wimp, she has to force herself to touch."

Emma looked directly at the camera and smiled—that same smile she'd given me when she handed him over. A smile of triumph, of freedom, of knowing she'd made the right choice.

"She's showing you what you'll never have again," I purred. "What you could never give her. What a real man gives a real woman."

I turned the vibrations up to maximum, making his entire body convulse as he was forced to watch his wife worship another man's cock. "This is your life now, pet. Watching what real pleasure looks like while I control every twitch of your pathetic little dick.”

  I watched his face crumble as Emma's voice filled the room, dripping with lust and contempt. "Look at this thing," she purred, her hand wrapping around Christos's massive cock. "Look how gorgeous it is. It's making me so fucking horny and wet. I never felt like this with you."

David's body convulsed against the restraints, a muffled sob escaping through the penis gag.

"Do you think I should beg to suck on it?" Emma asked the camera, her eyes sparkling with cruel delight. "Do you think he'll let me? After all, I've only been used to your pathetic little dickie before... Let's see what he says."

She turned to Christos, her voice transforming into something sweet and submissive that I'd never heard from my daughter before. "Please, sir, may I suck on your wonderful cock? It's so much more than I'm used to, but I'll do my best."

Christos chuckled, that deep, confident sound that made even me weak in the knees. "Of course you can, my little slut," he said, his accent thick and commanding. "If you do a good job, I will take you the way a lady like you deserves to be taken."

Emma looked back at the camera and winked—directly at David—then went about her work with a hunger I'd never seen in her before. She sucked and licked that massive cock with pure, unbridled passion, sliding her tongue up and down the entire length, lapping at his balls, gently sucking them into her mouth while her hands stroked him with practiced skill.

"Look at her," I whispered in David's ear, turning up the vibrations on his sheath until he thrashed. "That's what a real woman looks like when she's with a real man. Not the dead-eyed fucking you used to get. Not the pity sex. This is a real desire. Real submission to a worthy cock." The vibrations kept him maddeningly on edge as he watched his wife get fucked every which way by her Greek Adonis. I cycled the patterns on the remote, watching his body convulse with each change, his eyes fixed on the screen where Emma screamed with pleasure and begged for more, looking at the camera and smiling every chance she got.

"Look at her," I whispered, turning up the intensity. "Look how she takes him in every hole. Even her ass. She just can't get enough of that powerhouse."

On screen, Christos flipped Emma onto her hands and knees, driving into her with a force that made the bed shake. Her screams echoed through my speakers. The scene faded to a close-up blowjob—Emma going all out, her cheeks hollowed, drool dripping down her chin, until a loud growl from Christos signaled his explosion.

She pulled her mouth away and continued pumping him with both hands, aiming that massive cock at her face. The first rope hit her forehead, the second across her nose. She moaned with pure pleasure as she took every drop he could squeeze out, her face covered, cum in her hair, dripping from her eyebrow, sliding down her cheeks. Once she was sure he was emptied, she looked directly at the screen with that cum-covered face, licked her lips, scooped some off with her fingers, and sucked them clean.

"That's what a real man's cum looks like, pet," I purred, turning off the vibrator completely, leaving him throbbing and denied. "That's what real pleasure looks like. And you? You get to watch while I control every twitch of that pathetic little cock. This is your life now.”

  "Emm," she moaned, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Now that's what a real man can do."

She crawled up his body into his open arms, and the video froze on that final image—Emma held tight against Christos's chest, looking utterly content. I glanced at David. He was sobbing openly now, his shoulders shaking, tears streaming down his face. Yet that pathetic cock of his was still rock hard, throbbing in the vibrating sheath. He pulled at his bindings, barely managing to rock the chair.

I clicked off the TV remote, the screen going black. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around his trembling body, stroking his chest and pinching his nipples gently. He groaned into the gag, his eyes squeezing shut.

"There, you see," I whispered, my lips against his ear. "How can you compare to that? You just can't, can you?"

Another groan, more desperate this time.

"You're much better off here with me so you can be of some use. I know you well enough to know you only want the best for Emma, just like I do."

I flicked the end of his vibrating erection, watching it twitch.

"Now I know it's been a bit of a day for you, hunny, so I'm gonna let you up, and we'll go off to bed," I said, my voice softening just enough to sound almost maternal. "I'll even let you lie with me for a while, and we'll take care of that little problem you have down there."

I found the remote and stopped the vibrator, removing the sheath. I unbuckled the belt from his chest and slid a blindfold over his eyes.

"Up we get," I said, giving the leash a gentle tug. He stood shakily, and I put a steadying hand on his shoulder. "Come now, let's go have a little more fun.”

 I guided him back to my bedroom, removing all the chains from his collar and cuffs. I made him lie on the bed like a puppet, securing his arms to the headboard and his feet to the footboard. I slipped off his blindfold and screwed a special attachment onto the outside of his gag—a huge black silicone cock that pointed obscenely upward from where his lips should be.

"You just lie there and relax," I whispered in his ear, letting my breath tickle his skin. "Let me do all the work for you."

I climbed onto the bed, straddling his head, and slowly guided myself down onto the dildo, sighing with pleasure as it filled me. He groaned into the gag beneath me, the sound vibrating deliciously. I took hold of his pathetic cock and gently kissed the head before rolling a condom down its length—might as well be practical about this.

"Now," I purred, starting to move my hips, "let's see if you can be useful in at least one way.”

 I forced his head down into the pillow as I started moving faster, digging my nails into his thighs for leverage. Up and down, harder and harder—I pounded down onto his face without mercy, groaning and moaning with pure pleasure. The silicone cock grew slick with my juices, and I could feel him struggling beneath me, his muffled sounds of distress vibrating through the gag.

He couldn't take much more—I could sense his panic building as I pushed down hard and held myself there, shuddering through my orgasm. I stayed like that for a while, letting him feel the full weight of my control, letting him panic just a little. Then I lifted myself off, the dildo sliding out with a wet sound.

I lay down beside him, whispering "Well done" in his ear before kissing his neck. My hand found his cock and slowly stroked up and down. He bucked, trying to force things, so I tapped the end of his dick sharply. "Calm down."

After a few minutes of teasing and catching my breath, I unscrewed the dildo, then unbuckled his gag and threw it on the floor. He stretched his aching jaw as I pushed the slick silicone against his lips.

"Lick it clean now, bitch.”

 I watched the horror spread across his face as I pushed the slick dildo against his lips. He clamped them shut like a stubborn child. Oh, we're doing this the hard way then. My hand shot down and squeezed his full balls, hard. He screamed, and I shoved the cock into his open mouth.

"Do not defy me," I warned, my voice cold. "It will not go well for you. Do you understand?"

He nodded frantically, his eyes wide and desperate around the silicone filling his mouth.

"Good boy," I purred, pushing it in and out slowly. "Get it nice and clean."

I stroked his cock with my other hand, feeling it throb and leak. His eyes fluttered shut with pleasure as he neared orgasm. I stopped abruptly and tapped his cock sharply.

"Eyes open," I commanded. "It's polite to keep your eyes open for your Master when you're sucking cock. They like to see that desperate look. It turns them on to know they've mastered you."

I started stroking again, watching him force his eyes open, that delicious look of helpless submission painted across his face. He reached his peak quickly, his body arching as he emptied his sac into the rubber with a muffled cry around the dildo.

I kept him there, helpless and used, as I carefully slid the condom off. I pulled the dildo from his mouth just long enough to pour the warm, sticky contents onto his tongue, then shoved it back in before he could react.

"Swallow," I ordered, fucking his mouth with the dildo as he gagged and obeyed. "Every drop. Good pets don't waste their Master's gift.”

 "Swallow it all up now," I cooed, watching his throat work around the dildo. "Be a good boy. You'd better get used to it because I'll be expecting you to keep me clean after I've been out on a date or two. And who knows? When Emma and Christos come back to visit in a couple of months, they may well invite you to do the same for them. Won't that be a treat?"

He gagged and sucked and swallowed, hating every drop—I could see it in his eyes. But what choice did he have? He was beaten, broken, completely mine.

"There's a very good boy," I said, pulling the gleaming, clean dildo from his mouth. "Look how sparkly clean it is."

I let him lie there for a moment, catching his breath. "One more little present for you before bed."

I went to my en suite, ran the water, and returned with a tray. I gently washed his nether regions with cool water, dried them, and applied soothing cream. Then I snapped the cold metal base ring around his cock and balls, slid the cage over his limp dick, and clicked the two parts together. I held up the little key with a smile.

"There now," I said, locking it securely. "That's better. Now I really do own you, bitch. This is the only key, and it will be well hidden. So I suggest that if you ever want to cum again... well, you know the rest, don't you?”

 "Don't you?" I screamed, squeezing his balls until he yelped. "Yes, yes, yes, Mistress, I understand!" he babbled frantically.

"Good boy," I purred, releasing my grip. "Now let's settle you down to bed, shall we?"

I unbuckled his arms from the headboard, then his feet. "Dog bed. Now."

He crawled onto it obediently. I padlocked one end of a plastic-coated wire leash to the ring bolted to the bed leg, the other to his collar. Then I threaded rope through the rings on his manacles, tying his hands together in front of him. I did the same with his ankle restraints, hobbling him completely.

"Kneel up," I ordered. He struggled to comply. "Kiss my feet. Thank me for my time and say goodnight."

He pressed his lips to my toes, his voice small and broken. "Thank you, Mistress. Goodnight."

I blindfolded him and pushed him onto his side. "Sleep."

I threw a heavy blanket over his trembling form and left him there in the darkness, alone with his thoughts and the sound of my bedroom door clicking shut. The perfect end to his first day as my property.