The Mas of Submission

Author's Note: I'd like to offer some special thanks to Paul4play and Falling4U, whose feedback and kind comments finally gave me the courage to return to writing. I would like to thank everyone who has followed this series through all it's starts and stops. I think I still have a few chapters left to go, but I think that I am finally ready to go the distance. I hope you all continue to enjoy it.

It is embarrassing to admit, but in the moment I had fallen so low as to give no reaction to the sight of three nude strangers. I stared at them, and knew on some level that they did not belong, that their presence in my home was anomalous to our life, but I was unable to process at all what it might mean. My senses were too wracked by the intensity of multiple orgasms and my mind was raw and warped with the facts it was still struggling to process.

I could only lay there, panting, moaning, a drooling mess still soaked in my own fragrant ejaculate, staring dumbly at the silent apparitions looking on.

And what a sight we must have made.

Myself, nude and pinned upon the floor while Corrie's fingers sawed fiercely in and out of me. Simon, just as nude and with his thick cock trapped in a tight steel padlocked cage, a thick black dildo rising from the cleft of his muscular ass...a snapshot of some hellish descent into the unreal.

Corrie, of course, took the presence of the trio in stride.

"I think everyone here basically knows each other so I don't think we need to waste time on introductions." Corrie announced.

She removed her fingers from my body, climbed up from off my back. I was too spent to even attempt to rise.

"Don't just lie there Mamma." Corrie laughed. " Get up on your knees. You need to clean your juices from my fingers."

Still I just lay there, dumbly, my eyes rolling, my mind undone.

Above me Corrie sighed. "Alright mom. But you'll pay for that soon enough. Boy's, help my mother to her knees. And while we're at it, get my dad on his feet."

The young men, for they were indeed young, did not speak. In fact, even through the haze of lust and anguish I noted that none of the three were looking at us, their eyes were lowered humbly to the floor, even as they moved quickly into the room in accordance with Corrie's directives. Two of them took Simon beneath the arms and in an instant had him standing on his feet. He did his best to shrug them off, and sputtered a weak protest but the pair flanking him held him firm. The third approached me, and I felt his hands hands slip into my armpits. With surprising gentleness he began to lift me slowly until I could slide my knees beneath me to support myself upright.

There was something about the young man..there was something about all of them. Young and out of place within my home, but there was something...familiar about each of them. Before I had a chance to put my finger on it, Corrie stepped in front of me, her own slick fingers extended towards my lips, an offering, a demand.

"Well slave?"

I did not even think. I parted my lips and moved my head forward. I sucked her fingers one by one and tasted myself thickly upon each one. I kept my eyes on Corrie while I cleaned her fingers, I had the sense that this was right and indeed Corrie nodded

"That's more like it slave...you seem to like the taste, that's very good. It will certainly make things easier for you going forward. You know how important it is to clean up after yourself Mom, you always stressed that to me."

I managed to bob my head in agreement, and I continued to suck her fingers until the last trace and even the scent of me was gone. I pulled my head back, but Corrie's hand remained extended before my eyes.

"What are you doing Mom?"

I could only blink at her.

"You licked my fingers." She began to wiggle her thumb. " Go on. Finish the job."

It hit me like a bolt of lightning, returning a sort of clarity to my scattered thoughts. Just what it was that she expected and everything it meant. She had kept me from this at Hilton Head, even though I would have been powerless to resist her. She had saved this fresh indignity for my weakest moment, here and now, and for an audience.

Corrie wiggled her thumb, beckoning me, urging me on.

"Go on now slave. It's just one small thing...just another small thing..."

I closed my eyes. I could not have kept them open then. I parted my lips once more and did I was I bidden.

There seemed to be a breathless hush in the room in that moment, as I bobbed and slurped and cleaned Corrie's thumb still fresh from my own ass. It was not the taste which I reflected on, I hardly remember it...no, it was the meaning of the act. The significance of that one small thing which was just one of many in the progress of my utter fall. I tasted my own ass upon command, and from that moment on I knew there would be no question, and no hesitation. It was like the Devil's Kiss from the days of Salem and of witchcraft, and I was bound to my daughter part and parcel. There was nothing left of me. Not a single shred of self remaining that was not affected and indelibly stamped with the signs of Corrie's ownership.

Even Corrie seemed moved by the moment. When she spoke again her voice was soft and almost reverent.

"That's enough mom. You've done so good...I love you. I'm very proud."

I felt her fingertips brushing my cheeks, wiping away the tears I had not noticed I was shedding. I opened my eyes and stared up at her, and Corrie was smiling so sweetly back that I felt my skin flush with love and with maternal pride.

"I do love you mom. I love you so much."

For just a moment we were restored to mother and daughter, and I was amazed as ever by the figure I saw above me, by the strong and beautiful woman I had raised up from nothing. This amazing creature with the power to change the whole of the world and somehow I had made her...Simon and I. Our golden daughter beaming, proud. There was nothing I would not give her, nothing I would not do. Nothing I could refuse her, not only out of lust, but through abiding and unceasing love.

In that single moment, everything just felt so right, and I forgot my shame, and I forgot my state and even the strangers watching everything.

"I love you, baby." I whispered. " Thank you so much for being mine."

She dropped to her knees and she threw her arms tightly around me, and for just a moment we lingered in that sensation...every mother should know a moment just like that. Just one moment of perfection that might shine above all the chaos and the wreckage of mundane life.

When Corrie pulled away, she too wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, and I knew she felt just as I did.

She spoke, and the edge was gone from her voice, still powerful, but less demanding. She spoke as our daughter as well as our mistress, riven by the feeling of the moment we had shared.

"Ok...Jesus, that was intense. Boys, I think we need to move this to the bedroom. And Daddy? Stop being difficult. It's so much nicer when you go along...just ask our friends here. Boy's have I ever given you any reason to regret giving yourselves to me?"

From the three young men came gentle whispers of agreement. And though they did not not take their eyes from off the floor, I couldn't help but notice that each of them sported a healthy erection which showed no signs of subsiding any time soon.

Simon said nothing, and Corrie must have accepted that silence as acquiescence. She nodded to the young man who stood behind me, and at once he stepped forward to gently help me to my feet. He supported me as I advanced with shaking legs to the hallway, and then up the staircase to the second floor, following Corrie's deliciously swaying caramel ass. Simon and the men who held him brought up the rear, and none of us said a word.

We must have seemed like a ritual procession, ascending to that quiet master bedroom, in the sunlit haze of the late afternoon.

My senses were returning to me more and more. Maybe it was the strangeness of being in my bedroom, which for all appearances was the same as it had always been. Yet the significance of it had clearly changed. It had been years and years since anyone but Simon and I had entered that room, not since our children had been very little. Yet now Corrie threw herself heavily upon the bed as though it was her own, and both Simon and I were being propped up by strange young men, whose presence there was obvious and unforgettable.

There was an obvious tension in the air, a gathering storm which made the hair on the back of my neck stand up and my skin rise in gooseflesh. My eyes, and all our eyes, were on Corrie as she spread herself comfortably out on my marriage bed, nude and happy, delighted by the feel of silk sheets on her bare skin. Yet part of my mind was on the stiff prick which was pressing heavily against my broad ass, the weight of a young man's hand upon my shoulder, his breath upon my neck. There was no doubt in my mind that I was on the verge of fucking all three of those young men, of taking in turn each fresh prick. I will admit that my pussy was wet at the thought.

It had been more than twenty years since I had known any dick but Simon's, and even though I had never considered it before, the idea of experiencing someone new was deeply erotic. Indeed, it was suddenly amazing to me that it was not something I had fantasized about before. Corrie seemed to read my mind, and began to laugh out loud.

"Jesus, mom, look at you...all flushed and bothered! You look about ready to cum again just standing there!"

"Yes Mistress." I admitted. "I'm excited...I think I know what you have in mind."

"Well I should hope so." Corrie laughed. "It isn't hard to guess. How about you dad? Do you know what's going to happen here?"

I looked at Simon, still being propped up by the two strangers. He caught my eye but almost immediately looked down at the floor, and his skin was flushed bright red.

It struck me again how much different this experience was for him, the nature of it. Here I stood having been brought to orgasm after orgasm and on the verge of being fucked by three young and eagre strangers. And there was Simon, with a dildo shoved up his ass, his once proud cock caged and humbled and with no choice in what happened to his wife or even to himself.

Yet when Simon answered her, though his voice was somewhat shaky, He seemed to have recovered at least some degree of his equilibrium,

"Yes Mistress." My husband admitted. "I know what is going to happen."

Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed to me that Simon's cock was swelling once again, his flesh suddenly pressing tightly against the bright steel bars of the constricting cage. Maybe I was mistaken, but it seemed to me that in that moment the idea of seeing me with other men was exciting to him.

"What do you think of that, slave?" Corrie asked him pointedly.

Simon kept his eyes glued to the floor. "I think that I have no say in it, Mistress. I think that there is nothing I can do."

"Oh Daddy!" My daughter giggled. "Don't be stupid...there's plenty you can do."

She spread her legs wide on the massive queen sized bed, and with her fingers she began to part the folds of that exquisite pussy, allowing all of us to gaze into the moist pink center of our desire.

"I'm going to need you to help me out, Daddy." Corrie said, her meaning could not have been more clear. "And if you're good...well maybe you will get a treat. Not that you'll need one...because I think seeing mom get seen to by my friends here is going to be plenty of excitement for you. What do you think?"

Simon nodded, but he did not look up.

"Yes Mistress. I understand."

"I know you understand. And you know what I want to hear...so don't play dumb with me. Just say it. Would you like to see your wife get fucked by these three hung studs, yes or no?"

Simon raised his head, and he stared at Corrie for just a second. I was afraid that he was going to say he didn't. I was afraid that he was going to become angry and spoil everything, that he was going to force me to choose between his pride and my desires. For just one second i held my breath, and my heart was pounding as I waited for words that could ruin everything.

But when he spoke, my heart soared.

"Yes Mistress. I want to see it. I want to see your mother fucked by each of these men."

And then Simon looked at me, and he offered me a smile. "This isn't quite how I imagined all this going babe...but I guess that's the point. Please don't worry about me. I want this for you. You have no idea how often I've imagined it...I just never had the strength to say I guess."

The strangest thing about complete submission is how emotional it is. That is the thing that no one knows, and could not begin to understand until they have experienced it for themselves. For the second time in twenty minutes I found myself with tears in my eyes, and the pounding of my heart had become at once a longing flutter. In an instant it did not matter that his cock was caged, or that he had taken a dildo in his ass. It did not matter that I did not know if I would ever fuck my own husband ever again. He was still the same delightful man that I had given my heart to so long ago.

I wiped my tears away.

"I love you so much, Simon...I want...I don't know what I want to say. But I love you so much."

"I love you too Gwen." Simon smiled. "I couldn't bear all of this if I didn't. You are my whole world...but I know that you are going to look so beautiful with one of these young cocks splitting your big ass wide open. I have no idea what happens after this..but I think I'm going to love it.

"You will Daddy." Corrie interjected. "You are going to love every minute of this. Now get over here. You have work to do."

Simon nodded once more to me, and then he looked back to Corrie.

He said, "Yes Mistress."

The young men let go of him, and Simon went forward, awkward in his cage and with the dildo still lodged firmly deep inside of him. I watched in a sort of reverent awe as he climbed up upon the bed, and laid himself between our daughter's legs. I could not help myself, I placed my hand upon my aching sex and slowly I began to touch myself, watching my husband squirm forward and lock his face upon our daughter's offered cunt. He must have thrown himself into it with a will, for no sooner had Simon placed his lips upon her than Corrie flung her head back and began to moan contentedly.

I slid a finger up inside myself, completely caught up in the action. I allowed my body to fall back against the stranger behind me, my head lolling on his shoulder. His long thick shaft was burning against the crack of my ass, I heard him catch his breath, felt his fingertips close upon my wide hips to hold me there.

"Of fuck, Ma'am!" he whispered in my ear, and it was clear he had not meant to say anything at all, that my sudden closeness had forced it out of him.

The fact that he called me Ma'am forced my to hold back a giggle, because the formality seemed so strange in the situation in which we found ourselves. I knew that it was not my place to act on my own initiative, but then I was already fingering myself, so I decided that I would take a chance. If I was punished, then so be it. I felt like a cat in heat as I began to grind my ass back against the young man's erection,loving the feel of it sliding roughly against my soft skin. I turned my head and bit lightly at his neck for just a second, an act which made him moan out loud.

" Shhh." I whispered. "Just go with it, baby...just go with it and let it happen."

In response his left hand left my hip, and I felt his fingertips brushing against the arched and hairy mound of my pussy, up across my belly. He took one heavy breast within his wide palm and squeezed it tightly, pulling my body back against his own, and I fingered myself faster, bit my lip to keep from crying out, and I rubbed my ass more briskly, up and down against that hot and throbbing dick.

It took Corrie a few minutes to regain her composure beneath her father's eagre tongue lashing, but as ever she rose to the occasion. I had managed to keep my eyes upon her, knowing that sooner or later she would regain focus, but even though I saw her head begin to rise and her eyes begin to flutter open to meet my own, I found that I was too involved to stop myself. When our eyes met she caught me clearly in the act, with a finger driving in and out of my soaked sex and her guest's hand gripping tight my tit, my ass rubbing his prick all too frantically.

I had no doubt that when she opened her mouth she was going to order me to stop, but Corrie only moaned loudly and with both hands she pressed gripped her fathers head, forcing him incrementally deeper into herself, while her eyes were locked on the tableau before her.

She nodded to me, and there was something in her eyes...I am not sure how to describe that look which passed between us, but since I have come this far I will do my best.

It was a look of hunger, that was plain. A look of need which we both shared. If Corrie was my Mistress, if she owned me completely, body and soul, it was plain that she was still a woman. She needed things, she longed for things, and for all of her profound strength she could not be commanding at all times. For all the control which we had placed in her hands, I suddenly understood that she was at the same time a young woman who loved to be surprised.

That single nod offered me the reins, and at once I took them up, eager to play a leading role at last in my own degradation.

I turned my head again and lightly bit the young man's neck, purring as I did so, and his grip tightened on my breast as I felt the sharp exhalation of his breath.

I took my finger out of my needy pussy, knowing it would not be vacant for long, and as I nuzzled his flesh I raised my wet finger up to the young man's mouth. He did not need instruction, simply parted his lips and began to greedily suck upon the taste of my sex. At the same time, with my free hand I reached back and grasped at last the thick cock that was pressed against me, and while keeping his burning head securely pressed against the cleft of my ass I began to stroke him slowly up and down.

It was an incredible feeling. I knew exactly what to do. I knew exactly what to say, speaking in a false whisper to ensure that Corrie would catch every single word.

"Do you want me baby?"

"Oh, God, yes Ma'am."

"Alright baby...I'm going to let you go ahead...but I need you to go slowly, alright? I want it nice and slow..."

In response I felt his hips begin to thrust and pull, I felt him beginning to push and pull against my grip, slow and sweet and gentle. His breathing grew faster. I relished the sound of his soft, insistent groan. My head was lolling against his neck, he kept jerking his down towards me. It took a few attempts before I realized he was trying to angle his head to kiss me, and the thought of that made me grin before I ever made any move to accommodate the young man.

"You want to kiss me? Is that it?"

"Yes, Ma'am...I always have."

Those words...I felt a key turning in my brain. The fact that Corrie had said no introductions were necessary, the familiarity of all three of the " strangers"...the voice of the young man I was stroking...

I was so close to understanding but at the same time I realized that there was no need to work it out. I had been given leave with a single nod, I had his cock firmly in my hand. I was in control, and I could ask whatever I wanted.

"I know you, don't I, Baby?"

"Yes Ma'am...it's John...You work with my dad, Ma'am."

All at once a great many things snapped into focus. If I had not experienced so many orgasms, if my mind had not been overwhelmed by the exquisite torture of my daughter's words, I know I would have understood at once.