This is a continuation of the "Bad Vibe: Domination Ch. 01" story -- That harsh chapter turned out to be a bad dream, and was continued in the lighter and more friendly "BV Domination Ch. 02" story. This story is a continuation of the harsh non-consensual BDSM version of that story arc in an alternate universe.
The synopsis so far:
Craig has an incestuous relationship with his mother Amy. He is a University student but was home for the Christmas vacation.
During the Christmas vacation he and his mother while looking after their vacationing neighbors' house, had sex in the neighbor's basement dungeon, not realizing that they were being filmed by hidden cameras.
Amy is being blackmailed by Nancy, the neighbor, and has had to submit completely to the dominant woman. This story continues the harsh domination of Amy by her neighbor.
Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story includes scenes of graphic sex and violence needed to further the plot, and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth.
Really, it is harsh and strict. It is not my usual thing, but I was convinced by several emails to continue with this story arc. Please remember: THIS IS NOT REAL. IT IS A FANTASY. REAL PEOPLE SHOULD NOT DO THESE THINGS, DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ ABOUT HARSH, STRICT AND PAINFUL DOMINATION.
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Amy's Sunday was better than Saturday, she woke up as she was kicked out of bed and ordered to fix breakfast.
The day continued with cleaning and vacuuming Nancy's house. Nancy went to Amy's house and confirmed that she now had control of Amy's on-line activities, even her social media account and email. She sent a quick email to Craig after studying the tone of Amy's previous emails.
After that she called Amy over to her own house. The slave-slut had to help Nancy put motion-activated surveillance cameras in her bedroom, bathroom, hallway, Craig's room, the downstairs office, the kitchen and the large living-dining area, as well as the basement. It was all connected to her own desktop computer. Her pc was set up with software that would forward all videos to Nancy automatically.
Unknown to Amy, her own cellphone had been slaved to Nancy's and the GPS feature sent her location to Nancy wherever she went. All her calls could be monitored as well as her texts. From now on Amy no longer had a private life.
By mid-day she was no longer noticing the plug that seemed to be a permanent fixture now.
After rigging her own home into one big no-privacy zone she returned with Nancy to what had become her home-away-from home. She continued to be naked as she cleaned, fixed meals and catered to whatever Nancy's whim of the moment was.
Nancy had made sure to bring work clothes for Amy back with them, she planned to keep Amy all night and only allow her to leave when she went to work in the morning.
Part of Amy's new regime was to work-out more often, Nancy thought she was a little to heavy and out of shape, Amy soon realized that she would be working out naked in her Mistresses basement.
Nancy and Tommie had a fairly complete workout room, including dual treadmills, a rowing machine, stair-climber and a weight machine. Amy realized that Tommie's job must pay very well.
Twice on Sunday Amy had to ride the fucking machine in the basement, once she was tied as before, the next time she was again filmed, she was told to get on and ride it as if she was doing it of her own free will.
Amy approached the machine with the controller in her hand, she had more clothing on than she had the whole weekend, she was dressed in garter-belt, stockings and high heels, along with a sheer camisole. Her hair was in her new pony-tail at the top of her head. She had heavy slut-like make-up on.
Her first act was to slowly swallow the large dildo affixed to the machine, she lovingly licked her way from base to tip, then back again, she pursed her lips and slowly engulfed the entire length, she had completely mastered her gag reflex.
While her mouth was toying with the toy, one hand was alternately rubbing and tweaking her nipples and the other was teasing her clit.
Without realizing it she was slowly grinding her hips in and out as she slid her mouth over the dildo and back again.
As she had been instructed earlier she eventually kept her mouth on the fake cock as deep as she could and still breathe, Nancy, in an ornate black mask entered. She was wearing thigh high boots, a studded collar and a leather shelf bra.
Jutting from her loins was a large dildo. It was specifically designed for a woman to use on another woman or a man. One end buried in her own pussy, the other end glinted with lubrication.
Amy had been prepared with three enemas in a row, she was as clean as a whistle and her bottom had been pre-lubed. She braced herself with both hands on the machine and tried to tilt her head toward the camera and smilE as her Mistress lined the dildo up with her anus and slid it in without hesitation. She drove it in with one stroke.
Amy took it, even pushed back. Her anal reaming sped up, soon the sound of flesh slapping on flesh was as loud as the moans from both participants. Amy realized that she hadn't even thought about rebelling or getting out of her tormentors clutches for hours. What was she becoming?
After the anal fucking, Amy had to turn her bottom to the camera and holding her cheeks apart, show the camera the way her anus was gaping open. She was then given a new plug, larger than the one she had worn all day, and pushed it easily into herself.
Only then was she allowed to pull her mouth from the dildo on the machine. With a smile on her face she straddled the machine and began to ride it. Now that she controlled it she could make it go as deep as she wanted, twist, and vibrate to best effect.
She rode for another thirty minutes, during that time she came four times, all were explosive and genuine. Part of her wondered at her ability to cum under these humiliating circumstances, especially when Nancy had been commenting about selling these videos, or at least putting them on the internet. Perhaps, she told herself, she was enjoying this situation.
The next morning she was awakened early, her helmet and ear-buds removed and after licking Nancy to orgasm she spent forty minutes on the treadmill, showered, fixed breakfast for Nancy, and ate her own breakfast kneeling on the kitchen floor eating the chunks of melon and drinking the juice that Nancy fed her.
Once she had cleaned up the kitchen she was allowed to dress in her work clothes, and still wearing the butt-plug she drove her own car to work.
Work for Amy seemed a surreal experience, she actually was surprised when Alice called her 'Amy' rather than Slut, she was subdued, and after having been allowed so many orgasms every time she pleased her owner, and been given slaps or spanks whenever she made a mistake or even showed any initiative, she felt a little disappointed when she couldn't masturbate whenever she accomplished something at work.
Alice thought Amy was a little spaced out, and not sure of herself. In the past Amy was always the leader and the problem solver, now she seemed to expect Alice to take the lead. She improved a little as the day went on, but Alice thought that there was something bothering her.
Towards the end of the day, a quiet day with only two telephone inquiries and no-one really seriously wanting to look at a house, much less buy one, Alice finally asked if everything was all right.
"Oh no, nothing wrong, I'm just feeling a little odd, maybe just a little lonely."
The words came automatically, so fast and quickly, without having thought about them that Amy was a little surprised. She hadn't figured out that she had just spoken one of the answers that had been drilled into her for the last two nights as she slept.
Nancy had anticipated that her slave would act different than her work associates or friends were used to, and she had prepared several answers to the questions that she expected Amy to be asked. She would have been surprised to find out that it was mid-afternoon before Amy had to draw on one.
"Maybe you're coming down with something, you seem a little stiff, you're not moving very well either."
"I am a little sore, maybe I hit the treadmill and some exercises a little hard this weekend. I'm trying to get into a little better shape, lose a few pounds."
"You sure you're OK honey? The 'flu can cause aches and pains too."
Amy was thinking for herself by now.
"Maybe, but I was doing a lot of exercises, and trying to lift weights and stuff."
"Darn, I was hoping to go out for a light dinner, maybe a few drinks, then maybe to my place, or yours, for an evening of ... well, you know. Steve's out of town for the week."
"Oh Alice, I'm sorry, I really am. I just don't think I'm going to be in the mood for a while."
"That's OK, just a thought. I know with Craig back at school, you said it always hit you a week or so after he left. I was just trying to cheer you up, and maybe me too."
Amy smiled, there was no way she could tell Alice of her problem, and she had strict instructions to head back to her Mistress as soon as work was over.
They left it at that. Small town Real-estate agents were hurting all over, especially small independent offices. There had been the hint of a feeler of a possible merger or buy-out just before Christmas from a larger local agency, one that had offices in several town in the area.
Neither of them had wanted to give up, but the numbers spoke for themselves, and maybe it would be the right thing to do, they had both been offered jobs plus a decent amount for their business reputation, client list and good-will.
