It has been four years since I first started receiving the abuse from my Step Mom Leslie. My dad passed away earlier this year, and since I had no one else, Leslie let me stay with her. Since she still needed servicing and âHerâ house kept clean. In all actuality it hadnât been that horrible, I began to love the way she treated me. And was eager to please her to receive my reward, my own orgasm! And she didnât mind letting me know who was boss either. My failing to please her resulted in immediate punishment, which by this time had really gotten quite sadistic at times!
After my dad died, Leslie went to a lingerie store and bought me a French Maids outfit, requiring me to wear it at all times unless someone visited us. She had also purchased a small riding crop that she had handy 24 hours a day. I now had to sleep at her feet like the shit eating dog I had become to her. And I believe I had fallen in love with her! But not so with her, I was a disgusting cunt lapper to her, which I had to do daily, if it was her time of month or not! I only got to come by jacking off when she told me I could. And if my dick wasnât hard at all times, she hit me with the riding crop making me jack it until I was hard, the way she wanted it.
She was left well off from my dadâs life insurance and her being the only beneficiary, so at 48 years old she didnât have a worry in the world. She kept me at her beck and call at all times. One evening she told me she was going out, something she hardly ever did, and for me to be ready when she arrived home! After about 5 hours she came home, drunk as shit. I had never seen her not sober and helped her to her bed. As I undressed her, I noticed her panties were soiled and it looked like Cum to me.
Unfortunately she wasnât totally out of it and asked me.
âWhat the fuck are you looking at you sick little bitch!â
Slurring her words as she spoke in her usual tone to me. I answered with my head bowed like she had taught me.
âYour panties Maam, they look soiled!â
She screamed at me, âYou sick mother fucker, Now your checking out my dirty panties, you want to see whatâs in them?â
With that she grabbed them from my hands and shoved them in my face. âItâs fucking Cum, a Real fucking manâs Cum!â she hollered. âBut you wouldnât know anything about being a Real Man would you? You worthless Bitch!â
Her anger was raging so suddenly it scared me, and then she stuck her panties in my mouth.
âClean them out you little cocksucker, Suck that Cum out of them so they donât fucking stain!â
I could only do what she had commanded or face her wrath. She looked at me with a disgusted look, and saw my dick was getting hard.
âSo, youâre a little faggot now are you? You like to eat another manâs cum do you?â I shook my head no, but she didnât care.
âYou want some more of it? Get over here and lick my cum filled cunt then Bitch!â
I crawled over to her and she shoved my face in her cunt, I licked it clean for her, sucking out whoâs ever cum that it was, as she had told me to!
I loved the mixed taste of her cunt and that cum, so when she passed out I went and jacked off, hoping she wouldnât find out I had not wanting to be punished again. The next morning when she got up, she looked like hell warmed over.
âGo make me some fucking coffee!â She told me sternly.
I had learned long ago how to cook and keep her semi-happy with my services for her. As I brought her coffee to her she told me her feet hurt and me to clean and massage then. She had not had her morningâs shower yet and I could see that she had been dancing barefoot on the dirty floor at where ever she had gone.
The bottoms of her small feet almost black with filth. I got on my knees and kissed them then began licking them clean before massaging them for her. As I raised my eyes I could see some cum left on the outer lips of her pussy. Thankfully she could only concentrate on her hot coffee.
At 8 PM that night she again told me she was going out, I was to have the house spotless when she returned. At 11 PM I heard her pull up in the drive and then I heard another voice, a manâs voice. And they both sounded drunk. I went to change since she had company and I was in my maidâs outfit. They went to the kitchen and made drinks then into the living room, when she called to me.
âGet in here Bitch!â She screamed to me.
As I arrived she saw I was in my regular clothing and got up, stumbling as she did and slapped me, telling me to go get in my uniform. I asked her if I should since we had company. She slapped me again.
âDo what I tell you too you fucking idiot!â she screamed as her âDateâ laughed.
I came back in my uniform, and my dick wasnât hard so she got her crop and hit me with it, reminding me of my duty. I was ashamed but jacked off until I was hard for them. They laughed at me and then started kissing each other and feeling each other off. As he got more excited she got on her knees and began to suck his cock, something she never did for me anymore. Then he threw her on the floor and ripped her panties off roughly.