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All About Eve - 8
Eve’s story
Jim Collins death had put a strain on the Collins family. The family was in limbo, their future relationships in question. Prior to his death, his wife, Eve Collins, has been his sex slave since she was eighteen years old. They had two sons, Daman and David. When Daman was eighteen, and David was turning sixteen, Jim Collins has made his wife their sex slave, too. For more than three years Eve had been a sex slave to all the men in her family. The boys had total access to her. Eve was not allowed to refuse any order or request made by her sons. Routinely, she was kept naked, very often bound, tormented, whipped, and subject to any sexual whim the men in her family might have. It took some adjustments for her, but Eve embraced her sexual slavery. Jim Collins death stopped all that
Now the Collins family was lost, attempting to find their way, to understand their future with each other. All of her adult life Eve had been a naked, bound sex slave. She was required to make herself available to her sons and her husband. There were times when she was available as a sex slave to Jim’s friends. It is important to observe that Eve was a real sex slave. She loved being a sex slave. She embraced the things that happened to her. Yes, the tortures, the whippings were rough, but the fact the she was made to submit, and endure what ever happened to her was a turn on for her. When she was being whipped, or tortured, she would have done nearly anything to avoid the pain. She never understood it, but the pain made the sex better, and the fact that she was made to endure the pain, and forced to submit to the sexual whims of others, raised her libido to a higher level. Yes, Eve was a sex slave in every sense of the word. That is what she was, and she never sought an escape from her situation.
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Eve’s story
After my husband died, I was lost. My life had stopped and I did not know what to do. I married Jim when I was eighteen, and welcomed being his sex slave. He made all the decisions, and I submitted to his will and desires. I was always submissive, and had fantasies of being a submissive to a dominant man. The fact that this man was my husband, a man whom I was in love with, was a dream come true. When he gave me to my sons, I was scared. I knew it was against the law, and I knew society frowned on a mother in this situation. When Jim gave me no choice, I surrendered. Do I regret submitting to all three men in my family? No. I have long realized that I have a slave mentality, and I knew I could not resist. I submitted. Please don’t be too critical of me. That is who I am. I am a slave, a sex slave, and I submitted to my husband, Jim, and my two sons, Daman and David. I have to admit, when I am standing there with my hands behind my back, feeling a rope being wound around my wrists and tightly knotted, my pussy gets wet. I am aroused, and anticipating what will happen to me.
As I have said, I was lost, and did not know what I was going to do with my life. I was not a sex slave any longer. I would have to make my own decisions, and face life head on all by myself. On the way back from the memorial service for Jim, my oldest son, Daman, solved the problem. He had me handcuff myself behind my back, then told me I was going to be his and David’s sex slave just like it has always been. He said he would give me no choice. I was their sex slave and that was the way of things. I was so aroused by the way he took control of me, I could hardly breathe. I wanted to cry with happiness, and relief. He opened my dress and started to fondle my breasts and pussy. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be kept naked and bound, and be made to have sex with him and David. I would submit to whatever they wanted. If they wanted to whip and torment me, then I was ready to endure, and embrace it. I also knew my future was sealed.
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On arriving home from Jim Collin’s memorial service Eve was made to completely undress, save for her black high heel pumps and thigh high hose. Both Daman and David liked that look. The two boys sat naked on the couch, and at their instructions Eve took turns sucking their cocks. She knelt before each young man, and while stroking the cock of one of her sons, she was sucking the cock of the other. It was an easy session. Eve was not whipped or tormented. Just good regular vanilla sex. After she had sucked them a while, they took turns fucking her until Eve and her sons were thoroughly sated.
After a light dinner, Eve took a shower, and was allowed to go to bed. It had been a long and arduous day for her. After Daman locked her wrists behind her back and put her to bed with which she shared with him, she went to sleep, a quiet sleep induced by a sleeping pill given her by her son. She needed the rest as she had not slept well since Jim had been killed. Daman and David stayed up for a while and talked. Their future, and that of their mother was at stake. Daman outlined the family finances, which were very good. They talked about the future slavery of their mother, Eve Collins. Both agreed that they wanted to take her deeper into sexual slavery than their father had. Neither son had any intention of eliminating Eve’s slavery. They were exploring ways to enhance her situation, and make her more of a slave that she was now.
The next morning when Eve awoke, she found her wrist cuffs had been unlocked and Daman was already up. Putting on her high heel pumps, and naked, she went into David’s room and found that he was already up. Quickly she took a shower and fixed her hair and makeup. Down in the kitchen she found her sons at the breakfast table, enjoying a big breakfast of eggs, sausage, fresh fruit and toast. Both men were as naked as she was. A plate had been prepared for her. Eve went around the table and kissed Daman and David while each fondled her naked breasts and cunt. She sat down and started to eat the breakfast prepared for her.
The three engaged in small talk. Eve could tell there was something on their minds. It seemed as if Daman wanted to talk about some serious matter, but was holding off. When she finished eating and was enjoying another cup of coffee, Daman changed the subject of their conversation and became serious.
“Mother, David and I had a long conversation last night after you went to bed. I want you to listen to what I have to say. It is very important.”
Eve could tell her oldest son was serious. She had never seen him in such a business like demeanor. She was concerned, yet she did not know what this conversation as all about. She nodded her head, acquiescing to Daman.
Daman continued, “Our lives have changed. Now that Dad is gone, we are going to adjust our lives to the way we want. In the past Dad was your sexual master. Now, David and I have that job. Dad dictated the terms of your enslavement. Now, we will do that. You are our sex slave and we control what happens to you. I will be your main master as I will be with you more that David will. Make no mistake, he will have as much access to you as I do. Your being our sex slave will not change, except, you will be more so. Do you understand.”
Eve sat there. She had put her coffee cup down. Daman and David were serious. Things would continue as they had in the past, only more so. She was a bit scared, but she also knew that if anyone would put their finger in her cunt, they would find it hot and very moist.
She paused, and then spoke, “Yes, I think I understand. I…uh…understand what you are saying. I have every intention of submitting to you. I love you both, like I loved Jim. I have accepted the reality that I am a sex slave. In particular, I am a sex slave belonging to you and David. Would ….you….uh…. Please tell me… what you mean by taking me deeper into sexual slavery?”
Daman looked and David, and back at his mother, and answered. “Yeah, I’ll tell you. You deserve an answer because this involves your sexual slavery. For the most part things will continue like they are. You will submit to whatever David and I want of you. While I am not be able to give you specifics, for now, there will be more.. As an example, I do know in your past Dad gave you to other masters to use as their sex slave, let’s say, for the evening. We think we would like to do that with you. We have not decided who we will honor with your slavery, but we like the idea. As with every other sex act required of you, if you do not submit, you will be punished until you comply. You can expect to be whipped and tormented, and made to submit to any sex act that master wishes. If we give you to someone, you will submit to him, totally, in the same manner as you submit to us.”
Daman paused for a minute, as if to give all concerned an opportunity to absorb what he had said, to understand what is at stake. He continued, “At all times you will be protected from harm. I did not say you would not be tortured or made to submit to punishments, and if you will, raped. You will not be injured. You are precious to us, we love you, but you are our sex slave and we will deal with you as we see fit.”
Eve was stunned to silence. While she was in a state of arousal at being a sex slave to her sons, the new element to her life was scary. She did not know what to do. It was then she realized that her pussy was soaking wet and she was very aroused. ‘Dammit’, she thought. ‘I should be resisting, refusing to submit. But, I will submit. Why does my body betray common sense. I know I probably should not do this, but, Oh God, it is exciting to be a slave!’
She looked at her sons, “O.K., I …will submit to you both. Yes…, your…uh… father did give me to a couple of friends of his. He did this on several occasions. I just… never thought… I would be given to anyone else. It…just…never crossed my mind. Please…, I…uh… don’t quite know what to do. Please help me to submit and be what you want me to be.”
Both men smiled, with David in reply, “Well, that settles it. There is nothing to worry about, and nothing to plan for. All you have to do is submit, and do what you are told, and trained to do. If you don’t do as you are told, you will be punished.”
David got up and walked to his mother. He bent down and kissed her as he fondled her naked breast, twisting her nipple. Eve responded, kissing him as passionately as she knew. Her hand went to his hardening cock. She stroked him while he kissed and fondled her. Where he had touched her breast, and twisted her nipple, her breast felt as if it was on fire, that fire being transmitted to her pussy.
David stood up, and continued the conversation as Eve stroked his cock. “Now, I have to go back to college in a few days, and will not have you around to enjoy. So, Daman and I agreed that I would take you to a friend’s cabin where you will be my exclusive naked captive prisoner and sex slave for a couple of days. It will give us a chance to get better acquainted, and give me something to remember until I get back from school.”
Eve softly bit her lip as she continued to stroke David’s cock. She felt his cock throb in her hand. She knew a couple of days under the exclusive control of her youngest son could be a little rough. David really enjoyed binding and torturing her. On many occasions she had wept as she struggled under David’s whip. He was a much more demanding master than Daman. She knew she had no choice in the matter. Quietly, she nodded her head as she squeezed the shaft of his rigid cock. A golden drop of pre-cum appeared on it’s purple head. David bent down again, and kissed her. Eve leaned over to David’s cock, kissed the pre-cum on the tip, then slipped her lips around his cock taking it into her mouth.
Bound, tightly bound was Eve’s condition. David had bound her wrists behind her with cotton rope, and the same with her elbows, bringing them together in the small of her back. To his delight this forced Eve’s rather sizeable breasts out to a more prominent position on her chest. Several strands of rope were tightly wound around her waist and tied there. Another rope was doubled and tied to the front of the waist rope at her navel. That rope became a crotch, or a cunt rope. It was pulled tightly between her legs, through the soft nether lips of her pussy, up the sweet crevice of her ass to her bound wrists. The cunt rope was pulled tightly and tied to her wrists. This meant that every time she moved her wrists or arms, the cunt rope would dig itself more deeply into her soft pussy. Both her ankles and thighs were tightly bound.
Her only clothes was her black patent lather high heel pumps and a black cape covering her nakedness. She sat in the front seat of the Mercedes as David drove them to a cabin in the mountain. A quite and private place to take a prisoner, a sex slave, and to do anything one wishes with her. The cabin was well hidden, away from prying eyes. A perfect place for David to have his way with Eve, his mother.
David spoke as he drove. “We are gong to have a great couple of days. I will have time to spend giving you all my attention. I want to change things, a bit. From now on, when you are under bondage, torture or submitting to me sexually, I will not refer to you as mother. You will be “slave“, “cunt“, or Eve. I will be “Master” or “Sir”. If you fail to remember that, you will be punished.”
Eve quietly replied, “Yessir.”
As uncomfortable as she was, as apprehensive as she was, her pussy was hot and literally bubbling with her hot pussy juices. She was scared, yet she had to admit she was aroused. As he drove David would play with her breasts, squeezing them and toying with her nipples. He had opened her cape so he could see her nakedness and have access to her body. This added to her arousal level. From time to time he was move his hand down her smooth belly and grasp the rope running tightly through the soft lips of her pussy. Grasping the rope, he would pull it tight, causing it to bit into the soft tissues of her pussy, and the flesh and skin around her sweet asshole. These two facilities were already on “fire”. This additional torment added to her discomfort and pain, and to her pleasure.
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Eve’s story
I didn’t quite know how to react to what I had just been told. Part of me was excited about my sons’ plans for me, but part of me was afraid. I guess I was in a state of mild shock, trying to digest everything. Being more of a slave was not a problem, but submitting to another man had not crossed my mind. I was not sure what to think. Daman had me to stand up. He hugged and kissed me as he fondled my breasts and pussy. When he found my pussy to be wet, he smiled and kissed me again. He told me what a beautiful hot slave I was. I welcomed his kisses and the touching and fondling of my body. I had to trust him. I had no choice.
Daman broke his hug of me, and David announced that I would be his exclusive slave for the next couple of days,. When he told me to put my hands behind my back, I did as I was told while he went about tying me, and making me helpless. I did not have time to think about what was going to happen. I just knew that I was already aroused, and this made me more so. He loved to make the ropes tight, nearly cutting off the circulation to my hands. I don’t quite know how he managed that, but in that area he had talent. There was no possibility of escaping his bonds. After draping a black cape around my shoulders, he walked me out to our family car, a Mercedes 500 sedan. He placed me in the front passenger seat. Using additional rope he tied my ankles and thighs together, very tightly. I could not remember being tied so tightly. Yes, I was uncomfortable, and my pussy was screaming in protest. Yet, I was aroused. My predicament only made me more aroused. I have never really understood why being helpless and being made to endure discomfort and pain arouses me. I have known other women, and men, who experience the same thing. I suppose the only explanation is that we are truly slaves, and being under the sexual control of another person is what we desire.
I sat in the car as David loaded groceries into the back seat, along with a small suit case that I knew contained whips, ropes, straps and other items to keep a slave helpless and miserable. He packed some clothing for himself, but nothing for me. That pretty well spelled out what kind of a trip we were taking. As we drove away from the house, David opened my cape, exposing all of me to his view and hands. I loved him fondling my breasts, and gritted my teeth as he pulled on the cunt rope running through my pussy. David told me that for the next couple of days I would be constantly restrained, not a moment of freedom. He brought no clothing for me, so I was to remain bound, and naked. I was not to speak unless he gave me permission. If I violated that rule, I would be punished and gagged for the remainder of our stay at the cabin. He reminded me of something he had said early on in our master/slave relationship. He had told me that a slave’s mouth should always be filled. It should be filled with a gag, a cock, or her master’s tongue. To prove his point, when he turned off the main highway, and onto the private dirt road to the cabin, he pulled a rather formidable penis gag from his toy kit. He kissed me for the longest time, making sure his tongue explored my mouth, then he ordered me to open my mouth.
“I intend to keep you quiet. You need to know that you will not be able to complain when I am dealing with you. This will also let you know that you must not talk without my permission. Now, open your mouth, Cunt.”
I opened my mouth, into which David pushed this penis gag. It was the full size of an erect cock, so was a mouth full. He pulled the connecting strap behind my head and pulled it tight, pushing the gag deeper into my mouth. When he was satisfied, he pulled the strap through the buckle and locked it closed. He move his hand down to my breasts, specifically my right breast and nipple. He grasped the nipple and started to pinch and twist it. The pain was tremendous.
“Slave Cunt, I am going to twist this nipple until you scream”, he growled.
True to his word, he did. I resisted, only for a moment, then I screamed. The gag was effective. Only a slight murmur could be heard. Satisfied, he released my poor nipple, and started to drive again.
David smile as he looked at his naked, gagged, bound and tormented sex slave mother, and said, “This is going to be one fantastic weekend.”
All I could do was to sit there, helpless and miserable, yet very aroused, and nod my head quietly. I looked at David as he drove, and thought what a handsome young man he had become. He had his fathers instinct to demand much of me. I had every reason to believe this was going to be a very rough couple of days.
At the cabin, David untied my legs, only to retie my ankles with a hobble rope. Each ankle was tied with about twelve inches of rope between them, allowing me to walk with short minced step. With my wrists and arms tied behind me I had to be very careful to not fall down. David removed my cape and ordered me to go into the cabin while he unloaded the car.
“Slave Cunt, I opened the door to the cabin. You are to go inside and wait for me while I bring our stuff in.“
David patted my tightly bound pussy, and said, “No, I will not untie your cunt and you will remain naked. I know it will hurt when you walk, but that is the way I want it. Now, go into the house and wait for me.“
He slapped my pussy, then pointed me towards the house. I did as he asked, but as I walked the cunt rope was rubbing furiously against my poor abused pussy and clitoris. Because of the short tether rope tied between my ankles, the walk was more difficult and I had to take more and shorter steps. I am sure I was quite a site. A naked tightly bound woman in very high heel shoes, taking short steps, making her breasts bounce and shake as she walked. This cause my poor pussy more pain, Even as I walked, feeling the discomfort of the pussy rope, I could feel my clit being rubbed and excited. It aroused me to the point of a near climax. I was afraid if I had a cum, I might fall down, so I tried to concentrate on other things. The burning of the ropes in my pussy was devastating. The burning pain was turning to arousal. It was difficult, but I managed. Once inside, I waited for David to come inside and start me slave time with him.
I stood very still to ease the pressure on my pussy. I was both very aroused and afraid. As I stood there I looked around the room I was standing in. This was a very nice cabin. Then I noticed it. Directly behind me was a large full length mirror. I turned to face it. I guess I had never paid much attention to what I look like when I am naked and bound. There I was. I could see how I was tied, the cunt rope running through my pussy. My pussy was hot and soaking in my own juices as the rope did it’s job. I could see how my breasts were displayed because of my elbow bondage. Most of the lower part of my face was covered with the penis gag. I looked like the prisoner/slave that I was. The view in the mirror told anyone who could see it, that anything was possible with me. I had no choice. I had to submit to anyone who had power over me. I walked close to the mirror to get a better look.
I don’t want to sound narcissistic but I was pleased that I had maintained my body and legs. I have been told that I don’t look my thirty nine years, and now I could believe it. It aroused me to see me standing there naked, so helpless and tied so tightly. The black patent leather high heels I was wearing gave my legs a great look. I could see how a dominant man would be very turned on by my predicament. I could understand why my sons liked to torture and fuck me. The sight of me made me realize that David was probably very aroused, and this could be a very arduous couple of days. There was nothing I could do but submit to him and endure what ever he wanted to do. I hoped he would fuck me, and fuck me, and……
Continued………
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