A Day in the Life of My Sub Slut

This is a work of fiction. The events described here did not necessarily happen in real life.

In the first four chapters of this story, I have taken you through a day in which Elaine gets used and humiliated in various ways by complete strangers Chapters 5 and 6 (Training Elaine, Pts 1 & 2) are a prequel, in which I explain how Elaine came to be such a well-trained sub slut. In this chapter, we move on to meet Elaine's mother -- whom I affectionately label Bitch --who also shows potential as a sub slut.

Readers should be forewarned that this chapter involves BDSM and incest. If those are not your thing, read the other chapters.

It's Wednesday morning and I've just finished giving Elaine her morning fuck in my office. "Want to come over tonight?"

"God, I wish I could! But I can't."

"How come?"

"My mother is in town and I have to go over to her place. I'm dreading it."

"Really?"

"She's a bitch. We haven't gotten along in years."

"How so?"

"Well...if you really want to know. She's been a bitch ever since my father left us. She was working in a financial services firm, and she started screwing the rich clients, coming home at all hours or not coming home at all. I basically raised myself from middle school on. She finally manipulated one of them into marrying her. So she had lots of money, but we had fought so much in high school that she didn't give me any help in college -- I had to work to support myself. Rich husband died a year or so ago and left her all his money, so now she lives the life she always wanted to become accustomed to, as a rich bitch Palm Beach socialite. We've barely talked in years."

"So why are you going to see her now?"

"She called me and asked me to come over. I think she's having a guilt attack."

"So tell me more about your father."

"Mmmmm...not much to tell. He was a regional rep for an auto parts chain. Traveled a lot, so he was hardly ever home. And when he was, he spent more time with his buddies at the church than with his family."

"Really religious?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Would you like me to come to your mother's with you, as kind of a buffer?"

"Oh, god! Would you?!"

"Sure. I think I can probably handle rich bitch Palm Beach socialites better than you."

Wednesday p.m.

After work, I drive Elaine to her mother's place. Melva (the rich bitch's given name) occupies a condo in an upscale West End building when she is in town. Her permanent home is an apartment at The Breakers in Palm Beach. She buzzes us in and we take the elevator up to the eighth floor. We knock and are greeted by an almost stereotypical Palm Beach socialite. Slightly taller than Elaine, slender, with streaked bleached blonde hair pulled back at the sides and falling down over her shoulders in back. Expensive gold necklace and diamond earrings, a jewel-encrusted watch, and gold bracelets studded with precious stones on the other wrist. Her visible skin is tanned and taut -- indeed, a little too taut, hinting of a little surgical improvement of this 40+ body. Pink lipstick and eyeshadow. But her most striking feature is her tits. Not that they are especially big, but that they are so visible and stand out so prominently -- the neckline of her silky, floral-print, floor-length gown plunges down to the sash around her waist, allowing a stunning view of not just cleavage, but the sides and bottoms of her tits. No bra. And there has clearly been some surgery here. They stand out firm and proud -- and she is clearly proud of them. There is an awkward silence while I take all this in, Melva tries to figure out who this strange man ogling her is, and Elaine realizes that she needs to introduce me. Finally, she does, and Melva extends her hand in a delicate handshake, then invites us in.

"Can I get you a drink? Elaine, a little white wine? And you...?"

"I'd love a scotch if you have it."

"Is Glenfiddich OK? It's only 10 years old, but it's quite good. I think you will like it." A 10-year-old single-malt Glenfiddich? Damn right, I'll like it!

"That would be great." She pours our drinks and we settle in for small talk -- her travels, our work, the weather. We avoid politics. As Melva segues from her latest trip to Italy to her coming trip to Thailand, I pull my phone from my pocket and pretend to read a text. "Damn. That's Rob. He wants to know if I'm in the office, because he needs some data for a report that's due tomorrow. Looks like I'm going to have to abandon you ladies."

Melva puts up her hand in a please-don't-leave gesture. "Can't you stay a bit longer? We were just getting to know each other!" Elaine gives me a desperate don't-leave-me-with-this-bitch look.

"I really do have to go. He'll be in big trouble if he doesn't get this report in on time." Pause. "Well, actually. The data are in the cloud. If I had a computer, I could download them and send them to him..."

"I have a computer," Melva says brightly, clearly proud to be so tech-forward. "At least, I have a laptop -- would that work?"

"It should. Where is it?"

"It's in the other room," indicating her bedroom. "Would you like me to go get it?"

"No, no. That's fine. I'll just go in there. It should only take a few minutes. You ladies can chat."

I enter the bedroom to find an expensive laptop on a small, very ornate Louis XIV writing table. I look around to be sure I wasn't followed, then extract a flash drive from my pocket and insert it into the machine's USB slot. I open a file and click "run". As the program executes, I idly open Melva's browser and check her browsing history. Oh, my! Bigcocks.com and babesinbondage.com?! This is going to be even more fun than I expected! The program finishes loading, I click "Finish", and remove the flash drive, then return to the living room and reclaim my scotch.

"Were you successful? Here, let me freshen your drink."

"I was indeed successful. Thank you so much for the use of your machine. Now, where were we -- I think we were headed for Thailand?" We chat for a while, then I stand up and announce that I really must go. Elaine follows suit, gushing that it was so good to see her mother, and, Melva's protests notwithstanding, we back toward the door.

Once outside, Elaine exhales audibly. "Thanks so much for being there!"

"Not a problem. I think there may have been something in it for me." She gives me a puzzled look. I ignore it. "Let's go to my place." Her response is a broad, lustful smile.

As we drive to my place, I stroke her soft, warm thighs, moving my fingers slowly up to her cunt. She spreads her legs and welcomes my touch. By the time we get there, I have two fingers in her cunt and she is breathing hard, eyes closed. I pull up in front; by the time I close the front door behind us, Elaine is stripping off her clothes. I follow her up the stairs, her beautiful naked ass swaying in front of me. We fall into bed in a 69, licking and sucking each other. For the next hour, I finger and fuck her. She cums almost continually. Finally, I cum in her mouth and we fall exhausted on the bed.

"You need to get dressed and go home. I have some work to do."

"Really?! Can't it wait until tomorrow?? I want to stay here and fuck all night!"

"You are such an insatiable slut! No, this is something I really have to do tonight."

Pouty look. "OK. See you in the office in the morning?" She really means, "Fuck me in the office in the morning?" I smile and nod affirmatively. Elaine wipes the cum off her face and gets dressed.

After Elaine is gone, I sit down at my desk in front of my big 24" screen. I love this screen -- high def, life-like images. I navigate to the site that is linked to the program I installed on Melva's computer earlier in the evening. A split-screen image comes up. On one side is Melva, on the other the website she is viewing. In real time. The website she is viewing is Bigcocks.com, where a blonde babe is getting fucked from behind by a black stud with an enormous cock. On the other side of the screen, Melva is sitting with her legs up over the arms of her desk chair, pumping a black dildo that is just as big in and out of her cunt. I can hear both Melva and the porn babe grunting and moaning as the cocks stretch their cunts, making squelching sounds as they go in and out. Melva's head is thrown back and her eyes are closed except for an occasional glance at the screen to take in the beauty of that gigantic cock. She cums at least three times while I watch. As the big stud on the screen withdraws and shoots cum all over the porn slut's ass, the pace of Melva's dildo slows and finally stops. She withdraws the fake cock from her wet cunt and leans forward to type on the keyboard.

A new website comes up -- babesinbondage.com. Melva stands up, goes off-screen for a minute, then comes back with a box, which she opens and sets on the table beside her laptop. On the other screen, a blonde babe is being strapped into a chair by a sleazy-looking older guy. Melva reaches into her box, withdraws a couple of short straps, and leans forward, apparently fastening her ankles to the legs of her chair. She then straps her left wrist to the arm of the chair. By now, the slut on the screen is strapped securely into her chair and the dom is inserting a ball gag into her mouth. Melva follows suit, stuffing a red ball into her mouth and stretching an elastic band around her head to secure it. As the guy on the screen begins tormenting the slut's tits, squeezing and pulling her nipples, Melva does the same to her own nipples with her free hand. I can hear muffled cries of pain coming from both sluts. When the sadist on the screen leaves the slut's swollen nipples, takes out a slender cane, and begins lashing the slut's belly and thighs with it, Melva's hand goes to her cunt and begins furiously rubbing her clit. Fingers dip into her cunt to keep her clit and cuntlips wet and slippery. She cums as red stripes begin to appear on the milky flesh of the on-screen babe. Her eyes glued to the screen, she keeps fingering her cunt, pumping fingers in and out, then rubbing her clit hard and fast. Over the next fifteen minutes, Melva cums at least four times. Finally, the video ends and Melva's hand slows to a stop. Her head slumps forward for a minute, then she removes her ball gag and begins unfastening the straps that bind her ankles and left wrist. She reaches forward and closes her browser. Show's over. But what a show it was!

Thursday a.m.

"Hi, Melva. It's Elaine's friend Lawrence. I wanted to tell you what a nice time I had last night. Thanks so much for the drink and the interesting conversation. So sorry that I had to leave so early."

"Oh, that's very sweet of you. I hope I see you again while I'm here>"

"Well, actually, I was going to ask if I could come over sometime. I'd like to talk with you about Elaine."

"Of course. Of course. Would you like to come over tonight?"

"That would be great. Are you sure it wouldn't be an imposition?"

"Not at all."

"Is 7 OK?"

"Absolutely."

"Awesome. Seven it is."

Thursday p.m.

Melva meets me at the door in an even sexier outfit than the previous night. Same kind of floor-length, deep cut gown, but this one is a thin, gauzy material that I can almost see through. The pink lipstick is replaced with a deep red and the eyeshadow is dark blue fading into silver at her eyebrows. She is wearing rhinestone-studded three-inch heelsj.

"Hi, Melva. Thanks for having me over."

"My pleasure. Can I pour you a drink? Glenfiddick?"

"Thank you, yes." She moves to the bar, her shapely ass swaying beneath the soft material of her gown. She pours my scotch and a white wine for herself. I set down the shoulder bag I brought from the office.

She hands me my glass, then raises hers in a silent toast. We settle into deep upholstered chairs in the living room. "So you wanted to talk about Elaine?"

"Well...yes. And maybe I'm out of line here... you tell me if you think so..."

"Are you and Elaine...?"

"We are good friends." Pause. "Who sleep together."

"OK. Well, I guess that gives you some standing to talk to me about her. What's on your mind?"

"Well, Elaine has said some things that make clear that the two of you are not on the best of terms. I'm wondering if I can help. I hate to see two such lovely women -- especially mother and daughter -- not get along..."

Melva pauses and looks down at her wine glass, considering how to respond. "No, we are not on the best of terms... and it's largely my fault. I haven't been a very good mother. God! I haven't been a very good

person

. I went a little crazy when my first husband left us, and it drove a wedge between us." Pause. "I really doubt that there is anything you can do to help."

"Oh, don't underestimate me. Can I make a suggestion?" She nods. "If you really mean what you said about it being largely your own fault, you need to ask Elaine's forgiveness. You need to

get down on your knees and beg her

. What I may be able to help with is convincing her to take you back."

Melva brightens up a bit. "Do you really think so?"

"I do. I want to start by showing you something. Can we go in to your computer?" Melva looks puzzled, but rises and follows me to the bedroom. "Here, sit down at the desk and open your browser." She does. I reach around her shoulders to type on the keyboard. I bring up the program that I used to watch -- and record -- her little session last night. I click on a blurry screenshot and a video starts. It takes Melva a few seconds to realize what it is.

"OH, MY GOD!! How did you... "

"It doesn't matter how I did it. What matters is that I did. And what also matters is that I have complete access to your computer, including your contacts." Melva is watching herself moan and gasp as she drives a huge black dildo into her cunt while watching a big black stud drive his huge cock into a petite blonde.

"Oh, god!! This is so embarrassing!!"

"It's not my objective to embarrass you.,. well... I have to admit that humiliating a beautiful woman like you is a real turn-on for me! But it's not my

main

objective. My main objective is to make you understand that, now that I have this video, you have to do everything I tell you to or face unbearable consequences -- like my sending this video to everybody in your contacts. I'm sure some of your charities would find this interesting. But perhaps the worst consequence would be all the dirty old men hitting on you, wanting to tie you up."

"B-b-but... that's blackmail!!"

"Yes, it's blackmail. There's no nice way to say it. One thing I can assure you is that you will actually like doing a lot of the things I tell you to do. Once you do them."

"I won't! You can't make me!!"

"I can't?" I pause the video and navigate to Melva's email, and enter her login and password. "See this email from you? It's addressed to everybody in your contacts, and this video is attached. 'Hi! I thought you might like the attached! -- Melva' All I have to do is hit the "Send" button. Oh, and don't bother to delete it -- I can recreate it in about 15 seconds."

"Oh, my god! What do you want me to do?" She is crestfallen.

"Well, first I want to talk about these websites." I bring the video back up. At this point in the video, Melva is strapping her ankles and left wrist to the chair. "Am I correct in assuming that you want to experience everything that the girls in these videos do? Certainly that's what I try to feel when I watch porn. It is, in fact, why I vastly prefer the real thing over porn."

Silence.

"WELL, AM I RIGHT? IT'S A YES OR NO QUESTION!"

"...yes..."

"All right. That wasn't so hard, was it? You just had to tell the truth. But you can't really experience what they're experiencing, because they are at the mercy of another person, and you are not. Right?"

Long pause. "...yes..."

"You see where this is going, right? And you know you're going to love it, right?"

"Umm...maybe..."

"I'll take that as a yes. Now where are your toys, Bitch?" A look of shock comes over her face, but she reluctantly gets up and goes to the closet. "And by the way, from now on when we are alone -- and we will be alone a lot -- I will call you Bitch because you are my bitch now and I don't want you to forget it. Just remember that 'Send' button. And you will call me Sir." She returns from the closet with the box of toys. "OK, set that down right here and sit your beautiful ass in this chair, Bitch." She does. I take two small leather straps out of the box and strap her wrists to the chair arms, then two longer straps for her ankles. Finally, I force the ball gag into her mouth and secure it with the elastic band around her head.

"There. Just like you like it. Except this time you don't have a free hand. You are completely at my mercy." She gives me a frightened, wide-eyed look and says something unintelligible around the ball gag. "Now, now. You're going to love this. But wait a minute -- I need to get something from my bag. Don't go away. I'll be right back." I go back into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind me. I top off my scotch and settle into an armchair to enjoy it. Ten minutes later, I pick up my shoulder bag and return to the bedroom.

"Oh, good. You're still here! Have you been enjoying the video?" I untie the sash around her waist and undo a couple of snaps. Her dress falls open, exposing her naked body. "Aha! I was right -- no panties! Do you never wear them or was it just for me?" A muffled sound escapes around the ball gag. "That's OK, You don't have to answer that." I reach down between her legs. "But I see that you

have

been enjoying the video -- you are very wet! Or maybe that's just from being tied up helpless, not knowing when I might return? Hmmm...let's go back to the beginning of this video -- the part where he is playing with that young girl's tits. Did you like that? Do you want to know what that feels like?" Another frightened, wide-eyed look. "It feels like this, Bitch..." I reach down and take a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. I start by just rolling them back and forth between my fingers. As they start to harden, I press more firmly, finally squeezing and twisting as hard as I can and pulling them until her whole tit is stretched as far as it will go. Her cry of pain mingles with that of the girl on the screen.

"You said you wanted to experience what the girls on the screen experienced, didn't you, Bitch?" She nods her head weakly. "Good. So we're off to a good start. Now. You don't seem to have one of these in your toy box, but luckily I brought one." I hold up a long, thin, flexible cane. Let's see how this feels on your belly and thighs. She closes her eyes and contorts her face into a grimace in anticipation. I bring the cane down lightly on her stomach. "See, it's not so bad, is it? Let's try that a little harder." I bring the cane down harder, then a third time, harder still. "I think he's lashing that girl a little harder than that, don't you, Bitch?" She involuntarily looks at the screen and, transfixed by the young girl writhing beneath the cane, can't look away -- until I land a hard, stinging lash of the cane on her thighs. "Ayyyiiieeeeeee..."

"Is that more like it? Are you feeling what she's feeling, Bitch?" Her eyes close as I keep up the pace, lashing her tits, belly, and thighs in time with the sadistic pervert whipping the girl on the screen. And just as he is bringing out red welts on the young girl, scarlet stripes begin to appear on Melva's tender flesh. Finally, the video ends, and so do my lashes. Melva's body goes limp and her head falls forward. I take the ball gag out of her mouth, but leave her strapped into the chair.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me? Tell me, did you cum?"