Authors note: This is the first of many chapters in this work of pure fiction. The story contains depictions of illegal acts of nonconsent, blackmail, incest, and human slavery and is intended strictly for the erotic enjoyment of the reader. All Fictional Charters are adults over 18.
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My head was completely immobilized by the box, the false sides were adjusted to hold my head still. An air pillow had been pumped up and my face was tightly pressed into the padded toilet seat of the queening box.
My wrist cuffs were attached to the sides of the box and my body was mummified with pink leather straps onto a wooden X bolted to the floor. My erect cock was sticking perpendicular from my body, waiting to be abused by my two female abductors.
Doctor Amber was on my face demonstrating to my mother how to use the box. I was forced to lick her asshole and work my tongue in and out of her pussy.
She demonstrated to my mother how the air in the pillow could be manipulated with a rubber squeeze ball. Less air in the pillow allowed me to lick her and soak in her juices, more air and my face was raised into her ass smothering me. She periodically pumped the ball to cut off my breathing whenever she detected low effort on my part.
My mother had just rode my rod and I had ejaculated many times into her vagina, but I didn't have time to dwell on the significance of being fucked by my own mother.
Then the two women switched places.
My mother took her place on my face and ordered me to suck my sperm from her women hole.
I was tonguing the very orifice that I had been forced through when I entered the world some twenty years before. Then she pissed into my throat to wash it all down.
I was warned that I had to be sure to swallow every drop, otherwise I'd be lying in a urine shampoo until morning.
It all started making sense to me now, early on, I had actually learned to like spankings and discipline at the hands of my mother and she seemed to enjoy it as well. I was an only child since my father had left us when I was very young.
The last five hours had been a whirlwind of activity as my life had suddenly changed forever, but the change had actually been building up for years.
The following is my account as to how I became a 24/7 sex slave to my mother and her friends.
I had just started my junior year of college majoring in psychology. I was living with Emma, my girlfriend at the time. All seemed good.
One of my new classes that semester covered fetishes. The teacher was a very sexy middle-aged women named Amber Williams, a registered sexologists. Her slinky figure, ruby red lips, and powerful demeanor compensated for her size B-cup breasts. She seemed to know her subject matter very well and I suspected that she herself was a practicing dominatrix. Her curriculum seemed to focus more on female domination then just BDSM.
Her teaching technique used a lot of role-playing, so as the only male in class, I was usually called upon to play the submissive. There was no nudity, just demonstrations on how to use cuffs and whips and illustrations on how to use various chastity and anal plug appliances.
As for my sex life, things between Emma and I were what people would call vanilla and usually only involved the missionary position. Until the class, I didn't even know what fetishes really were. As the weeks of class went on something deep inside began to awaken.
I started to fanaticize about becoming a slave to a powerful women. I knew Emma would never go along with it, so I began sneaking down to my computer in the middle of the night to watch Femdom porn. I'd beat off as I watched mistresses torture and belittle helpless male slaves. I so wanted to trade places with them, it became an obsession.
Soon Sex with Emma became of no interest to me but I kept going through the motions to keep peace.
Everything came to a head one night. I was enthralled in an especially brutal Femdom whipping scene with my erection in my hand, lightly stroking it.
Suddenly the room light came on as Emma entered the room.
I tried to click on something else so she wouldn't see what I was watching, but it was too late. She slammed down a box on the desk containing some of the "Toys" I had purchased to support my fantasy. She was disgusted with me and called me a sick pervert.
The next day Emma kicked me out of her apartment and I was forced to go back to live with my mother.
I soon lost all focus on my studies and ended dropping out at the end of the semester. I took a dead end job in a warehouse.
My sex life had become me spending most of my time locked in my bedroom watching pornography on my computer and whacking off. I had become an introvert and somewhat of a loner.
Inevitably I gave in to my submissive tendencies and started practicing self-bondage. I longed to be dominated and owned by a Mistress but I was way too shy to ever look for one.
So, I started living a fantasy in my mind, I'd lock myself in chastity during the day at work, and sleep in handcuffs and leg chains at night.
My days usually started off the same, I'd shave (including my genitals,) shower and return to my bedroom and lock the door. I'd clamp a weighted ring around my balls and put my cock in a chastity device. Then I'd hang the key on back of my bed post hidden from view.
After work, I'd go home, strip and admire my predicament in a mirror.
The morning today started the same as the others and went pretty much uneventful. I went home, stripped and put my dirty clothes in the hamper. I stood in front of the mirror and watched my balls bounce around under the tension of the ball stretcher. I eventually walked over to the bedpost to retrieve the key.
To my horror, the key wasn't there.
I dropped to my knees and looked under the bed, hoping it had simply dropped on the floor. My heart was pounding, not knowing what to do if I had lost the key. I had a spare in the bottom of my sock drawer, but after dumping all my socks on the floor, that key was missing as well.
I stood and took the device in my hands and examined it, hoping that I could use a hack saw or bolt cutters to cut it off. But this wasn't a normal cock cage though, this one had no paddle lock, and the lock assembly was forged in the housing.
Suddenly I heard the door lock thump so I looked over and saw the door knob slowly turning.
I figured it was my mother coming in to retrieve my dirty laundry.
I called out,
"Mom, is that you?"
"I'm not decent, I'll be out in a minute!"
The knob kept turning....
I should have instinctively tried to cover myself, but I didn't. Maybe I wanted to be discovered.
The door slowly opened and a hand reached through the gap the opening created. One of my keys dangled from an index finger.
"Are you looking for this," was a voice I recognized as that of my mother.
"Oh good, you found it, thanks."
At that moment I actually thought I'd just retrieve the key with no questions asked.
Before I could react, the door flung open and my mother entered along with a shadowy figure of another women. Both women were wearing identical black latex cat suits. A zipper ran all the way from their crotch up to their half-exposed cleavage.
The women started snapping pictures of my nakedness, focusing on my bound cock and balls and my face.
I quickly covered my junk with my hands but it was too late.
"Eric, you know Amber, she's a new friend of mine," my mother Karen exclaimed.
The women was Dr. Williams, my Instructor and she was hastily tapping on her phone.
"I took the liberty of downloading the contact list from your phone. Amber is preparing a group text and has attached the pictures she just took, unless you do what we say, the text will be sent out."
"W-h-h-y are you doing this?"
"Don't be coy with me, we both had wanted this for a long time. Emma had called me after you and she broke up. She told me about your late night porn."
"On your knees scum and put your hands behind your head!"
I hesitated, my mind not willing to grasp my predicament.
Amber produced a riding crop and gave it to my mother who used it to smack my balls.
"Now, on your knees, I said!"
I quickly got down on my knees and put my hands behind my head.
"Karen," Amber said,
