The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Binoculation

Part 3

Rosita’s training progressed nicely during September and into October. Taking her to get both nipples pierced and my name tattooed on the small of her back was a challenge on account of how horny the undertaking made us; mother, Rosie and myself. Fitting my new slave with a collar presented another minor challenge. Finally, we decided it would be plain black leather with “Slave” engraved on it. I even fussed about what type of chain to use. The nipple chains I wanted to be lightweight like mother’s, but the chain I attached to her collar I wanted to be heavier, like an animal. You may think these decisions unnecessary, but once made, had a powerful effect. Instinctually, Rosie became more subservient to mother, who became dominant. This bit of improvisation thrilled me.

Mother and Rosie became inseparable; in public, they were aunt and niece. At home, they couldn’t get enough of each other. They fell into a unique daily ritual where they showered together. I know this because mother is quite vocal during sex. Occasionally I joined in-I’m a degenerate male after all-but I decided giving them time to bond, encouraging their lesbian relationship.

News from the Estrada household was steamy indeed. Both Rosie and her mother made their taboo sexual fantasies into a reality, embarking on a passionate love affair. I also gave Rosie’s mother a second fetish-an urge to suck my dick-which I decided after I found out what a good cocksucker she was. Having Lucia swallowing my load while her daughter railed her asshole with a strap on was intoxicating.

Back to the story. College was back in session, and both Rosie and I attended. I changed my mind, encouraging her to go for the nursing degree. She dove in completely and with enthusiasm.

I had an epiphany; My possessiveness regarding mother was impeding our success as a family. Mother deserved a higher level of autonomy. I had been so intent on keeper her beautiful I failed to realize just how useful she could be.

We had a financial manager, a man in his mid-sixties with a sterling reputation. Even though he was happily married, he had no chance under my mother’s charms. During their second date, she took him back to my house, handed him the binoculars, and gazed up at the stars. I think you know what happened next.

It was insanely easy to get men under control by using mother as a spider; I’m an idiot for not thinking of it sooner. If you recall from previous entries, we needed money; this man could provide part of that by investing my money wisely. He was kind enough to give me his client list, granting me access to a lot of juicy info.

I found a name on his list that made me curious. A model in the entertainment industry named Arzu Kovalenko came up. Imagine my surprise when I saw her picture and realized she was the porn actress known publicly as Elizaveta. Olive-skinned, hair dark with butterscotch highlights, she stood at 5 foot 10 inches. Equally impressive were her investments. Getting control of her finances would mean no more monetary worries.

Investigating further revealed Arzu was a mail-order bride who came over with a pair of brothers five years ago; these brothers looked nothing alike. A little over one year later, her husband went out for a drive and never came back, leaving Arzu so devastated she had to go into porn to make ends meet. I won’t lie; a part of me respected her game. Marry an American for citizenship, then have her “brothers” kill the poor guy. If they kept their story straight and hid the evidence, the cops couldn’t lift a finger.

I had mother hire a private investigator to confirm what I suspected. Divulging only public information, I was curious to see what they came up with.

Putting Arzu on standby pending the investigation, I turned to Julia, the yoga instructor. Mother attended a few classes, impressing the fitness instructor enough to get a weekly one-on-one appointment for the next month. She charged mother an arm and a leg for just four visits. I won’t repeat the exact amount, but if neurosurgeon or rocket scientists charged for house calls, they would probably charge less than Julia. Initially, this disqualified her from the wife-search.

Waking up the next day to a lovely tandem blowjob from my two slaves immediately raised my morale. I had each of their chains still attached to their collars. I yanked mother’s chain, pulling her up to me without a word.

“Master,” she said.

“Slave.”

We kissed with a passion only a mother and son in a taboo relationship could have. Rosie paused her blowjob to watch us kiss.

I broke off playing tonsil hockey with mother to glance at Rosie.

“Slave, you can watch and still suck my cock.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, immediately going back to her cock worship. Her tongue work was improving, thanks to both mother’s instruction and repetition.

Speaking of tongue work, I went back to shoving mine into mother’s mouth.

“When is your appointment with Julia?” I asked, finally pulling away.

“Three days, Master.”

“Good. Gives us time to plan.” The heat mother gave off was palpable. Rosie’s slurping and the wet heat from her cock-sleeve mouth felt great. Another wet sound accompanied our lovemaking; the sound of her fingers buried in her own wet muff while she watched mother and I.

“Master, physically she is very fit, and she has wide hips.”

I was curious. “Fit is good, Slave. What is the significance of wide hips?”

“Birthing hips, Master. She can provide you with children.”

The thought of having the yoga instructor as a brood mare touched on my inner caveman; I loved the idea.

I jingled Rosie’s chain, garnering her attention. I could tell she was close to her own orgasm.

“Slave, fuck me. Face away so I may see your ass.”

My eager fuck-toy maneuvered into a reverse cowgirl position before lowering herself onto me. I had an ulterior motive for seeing her ass; Rosie was in the second week of her anal training. A bejeweled buttplug was currently jammed up her asshole; the same plug I used on mother. Next week, the nubile girl’s rectum would be fitted with a larger size. And then I would take all three phases of her virginity.

Rosie was such a good fuck-toy. Both she and I lost weight due to all the hard fucking. Mornings were my favorite time of the day and where the three of us were most active together.

“Thank you, Master,” she said with breathless reverence, after I gifted her womb with my seed.

“Mother, help Rosie clean me, then eat my cum out of her slave pussy.”

“Oh god, Master, I will,” mother whispered huskily.

I put my hands behind my head and enjoyed the show.

Three days later, with still no word from the private eye, I watched the last few minutes of the yoga session. Both ladies were in savasana, also called corpse pose. Lasting for ten minutes, it’s meant to release the muscles. While the pose looks like both ladies are asleep, they weren’t. If you’re doing yoga right, it can be one of the toughest poses.

Mother was correct; Julia had wide hips, far from her best feature. Umber skin tone combined reddish brown shades, giving her both a natural tan and a youthful, healthy look. Her physique was feminine, but defined in a way that pleased me.

I brought a small repast out to the veranda, three glasses, a pair of carafes filled with water and grapefruit juice, and a bowl of various fruits. Trying to be respectfully quiet, I’m sure they heard liquid being poured. I’ve always found the sound of ice tinkling inside a glass to be aesthetically pleasing. Waiting patiently for the session to end, I offered towels to the pair of sexy women.

I know what you’re thinking; I didn’t forget the binoculars.

“Good morning, mother.”

“Good morning, son,” mother said, her tone sunny while hugging me. “I don’t believe you’ve met Julia.”

I gave Julia my best polite smile. “Sorry about coming in during the last part of your session. I thought you might like a light meal and something to drink.”

The gorgeous yoga instructor took the towel with a palpable indifference, careful not to touch me.

“Shari, my title is ‘Yogi’. There’s a lot of positive energy flow going through your space. Having a positive Feng Shui is an essential part of actuating our mindfulness.”

“I hope everything is okay?” I understood she was talking jargon, but it made little sense.

“Shari, do you spend a lot of time with your son?”

Mother wore a proud look, saying, “Lately we’ve been spending more time together.”

Yogi Julia turned to me and said, “You need to have your aura cleansed, Jasper. You’re tainting your mother’s.”

“Huh,” I said, trying to contain my own rising anger.

If I were to add the word “like” before every third word, that would give you a more accurate sense of her dialogue. Julia wore pretentiousness like a pair of dirty underwear.

I half expected her to cancel the remaining appointments yet still charging us full price, given her bitchy attitude. The pair haggled a time next week that worked. Once Julia left, I attached the chain to mother’s collar, then fucked her in the ass mercilessly until I came.

While mother lovingly cleaned me off with her mouth, I generated a plan for Julia’s next visit. Arriving on a day where the staff was here meant I could manufacture car trouble. While recharging the battery, the Yoga coach would have no choice but to wait, providing opportunities. Mother and I would also try to con her into a modeling opportunity surrounding the binoculars.

During lunch, I floated the plan by Kenneth, Rosie, and mother over lunch. We all sat around the dining room table, except for Kenneth’s daughter. Underneath the table, lips fastened around my cock, Rosie’s slurps and moans were louder than usual, prompting me to suspect she enjoyed her father being present. This made sense, given the incest fetish I instilled.

“Depends in the car, Casper. If it’s a hybrid, we can syphon the gas, but the battery might be a problem. How much time do you need?”

“20 minutes, but give us an update that it’ll take an extra 10,” I said.

“I’m not sure she likes you, Master,” Mother said, concerned.

Rosie’s sweet voice floated up from under the table. “She doesn’t like Master?” she said, incredulous.

“Rosie, mouth,” I said before continuing. “If that’s the case, I’ll stay away and you get her to use the right binoculars.”

I was concerned about Julia and her unpredictability. “Mother, if for whatever reason she tries to switch binoculars with you, act like you got a text from me, then send me a quick ‘OK’ text. I’ll come out and we’ll switch to plan B.”

“Plan B, Master?” mother asked.

I swallowed hard before answering. “Kidnapping.”

During the next week, we had our private investigator over for lunch. Since he used binoculars in his job, I asked him for his opinion on my unique set.

“Pavel and Arzu are fairly cozy for brother and sister. The biggest problem with investigations of this nature is the long-distance inquiries. Birth records, work history, criminal history. Lev hangs out almost every night at a dive bar called ‘The Bottleneck Saloon’. Pavel has joined him once. Arzu is the smart one, but she defers to Pavel, who I suspect is her lover or husband.”

“Mr. Roqueford, thank you so much. Let us know if you gain the information.”

He took a drink before continuing.

“Sure, but I won’t bill you for it unless I get something back. Chances are good we never hear from Ukraine. The same inquiries were made by law enforcement when Arzu’s husband went missing. They suspected Pavel, but never could dig anything up.”

I let out an exasperated sigh.

“You did your best. Even if you find nothing, come by for dinner.”

“I will.”

“You married, Mr. Roqueford?” I asked.

“Call me Jim, and I am, albeit unhappily.”

His facial expression showed he wasn’t used to sharing personal information with a client.

“Bring her, too.”

It was time to bring the conversation to a close, so we saw him off. Jim Roqueford enjoyed the binoculars, leaving our company both friendlier and more obedient. We returned to our sexual perversions. It was mother’s first night with the strap-on. Watching her destroy Rosie’s cunt was quite the erotic sight. Gifting her mouth with my seed, I had both my slaves work my rod back to stiffness before plunging it into mother’s yielding sphincter. Rosie then railed mother’s needy tunnel with her strap-on.

I can always tell before mother cums, because she’ll emit a series of yips, like a poodle. Their pitch gets higher and higher until she comes. While Rosie and I DP’d my sexy blond slave, she began crying out with the familiar yips. Mother was on top of Rosie, fucking her with abandon, while I was behind her, making sure her ass was stuffed with her son’s cock. The look of pure lust whenever she glanced back at me revealed how much she loved the attention. Lowering herself to tongue wrestle Rosie, I felt my orgasm nearing.

Mother’s orgasm came first, followed by my own. I had Rosie clean me off while I made out with mother. Both had their collars on, but I hadn’t affixed the chains yet.

“Slaves, it’s time for your chains.”

Mother and Rosie both stopped what they were doing in glee, moving almost at a run to collect their own chains from the closet before kneeling at the foot of the bed. Each offered theirs to me in anticipation. I put the tip of my cock to mother’s lips, commanding her to be still, slapping her forehead and both cheeks with my cock gently before repositioning at the entrance of her mouth. As I fastened the chain to her collar, she came. Simultaneously, I sank my cock into her mouth-pussy until my balls hit her chin. Then I began throat-fucking her a few strokes before pulling out, sliding over to Rosie.

“Hello, Slave,” I said, crouching.

“Master,” she said, excitement in her tone.

I couldn’t help but smile as I invaded her greased cunt with three fingers.

Orgasmic convulsions rocked her body when I fastened the chain to her collar. Pussy juice poured around my fingers onto the floor as she pinched her nipples. I went back over to mother, offering my fingers soaked with Rosie’s cum. My wanton slave reveled in the taste of her young slave sister.

With chains in hand, the night’s debauchery began. Taking Rosie from behind while she ate mother’s cunt, I switched to fucking Rosie with mother laying on top in a 69 position. Tonguing Rosie’s clit while licking my cock as it sawed into the nubile girl’s ready sex had me blow my load onto mother’s face and Rosie’s ass. I watched mother take out Rosie’s butt plug before giving the nubile girl the most erotic rim job I’ve ever seen. She watched me the entire time she licked the puckered anus, and after Rosie orgasmed, I gave mother as deep a dicking as possible before spackling her womb with my seed.

I was spent, but I had mother lay on top of me while Rosie spread her ass cheeks, shoving her tongue up my mother’s anus. I hoped Rosie found some of my cum when she was in there. Judging by mother’s facial features, Rosie performed well.

I watched my slaves have passionate sex. Before sleep took me, I unfastened their chains.

Between Arzu and Julia, it felt like I was waging a war on two fronts. During the next week, the best thing I did was further bring Jim Roqueford into servitude. I inquired more into his married life and found him to be profoundly sad over his imminent divorce. I had him show me a picture of them together and she was devastatingly plain.

“Would you like her to still be your wife, or are you through with her?”

Jim sighed. “There’s just no spark anymore. We’ve been a rut for the last three years and it’s just getting worse.”

“What would you say if I could reinvigorate your wife’s passion?”

The private eye thought about it.

“I still love Maverlene, Casper. If you could do that, I’d refund my fee.”

I took a drink before answering. “Convince her to come to dinner at our house. Mother and I will host. We’ll have some food and drink, and by the end of the night she’ll be more affectionate.”

Jim seemed like a nice guy, and I wanted to do something for him. A few nights later, Maverlene Roqueford got binoculated. It was simpler than I thought; All it took was a single image of Jim Roqueford and fifteen minutes to kick-start her libido. We scheduled another dinner date with our new friends. It bears noting that in person, Maverlene didn’t look half bad. What surprised me was the impressive rack. It was difficult not to picture my cock in her cleavage.

Two days later, it was time for mother’s yoga session with Julia. I didn’t know how Kenneth was going to sabotage her Prius, but I had my fingers crossed it would work.

I opened the door to greet our visitor, and my voice nearly caught in my throat. What struck me first were those bright blue eyes, almost the color of her two-part yoga outfit; blue tank top hugging her 32b breasts, revealing her flat, toned belly and aquamarine belly-ring.

Mother was correct. Slightly wider than her breasts, her hips were alluring, giving her body a slight triangle shaped figure.

Leading her to the veranda where mom prepared, I spoke little on account of her dismissive arrogance. It infuriated me, but I hoped I didn’t show any outward signs. Concentrating on what and how I was going to break her quelled any negative feelings.

“Excuse me, Yogi Julia, I have to take this call. Mother is through the dining area,” I said, taking a cellphone call. This was a part of the plan.

“Hello, Andre. Having trouble with the shoot? I already told you, my mother is unavailable. You’ll have to find someone else. Don’t put this on me! You’re the one too fucking inept to find someone. You want me to do that too? If it’s on me, then I’m charging double! Andre, this last second bullshit is going to be expensive.” I made sure my voice carried as I walked away. Both mother and Julia obviously heard my fake dilemma. I gambled on her greed.”

When I came down twenty minutes later, she was out with mother looking through the binoculars. I called Kenneth and told him to stop with the sabotage, but he said it was already done. Whoops.

Caught up in using the binoculars, Julia cut mother’s session short. I came out exactly like last time, with fruit, drinks, and towels.

“Here you go, Yogi,” I said, wanting to make a Yogi bear joke but refraining.

“Thanks. Your aura is different today.”

I smiled politely. “Well, I hope my aura is pleasing.”

She looked at me with those deep blue eyes, but no hint of a smile. “It’s brighter this time.” As she toweled herself off, I tried my best not to ogle.

As we made pleasant small talk, I could see her trying to figure out why she wanted to obey me.

“Casper,” she said after talking to mother, “your mother tells me you’re looking for someone to model binoculars?”

That was my cue.

“Mother was the original model, but they changed dates and she’d not going to make it. It was their mistake, but I think I can make an opportunity out of it.”

“How much is the shoot, if I may ask?”

“Four hours’ work, 21 thousand dollars,” I said, making sure my tone was flippant. “It’ll be easy to find someone, even last second. Why do you ask?”

“I have some modeling experience,” she said, voice dripping with arrogance. Keep in mind, every third word she said she inserted a “like”.

“I hope it’s better binoculars than this thing,” she said, holding the binoculars.

“You should look through them again,” I said. “They look old, but the clarity is incredible.”

She obeyed, looking through them again. “Keep looking.”

When she finally left to go to her car, mother walked her out while I stayed behind, changing the image on the binoculars to a photo of me naked, holding a sign that said, “SERVE ME”.

Minutes later, she came back in, obviously agitated, on the phone, trying to change the rest of her schedule for the day. I waited until after she was off.

Her and mother returned to the veranda. Julia was stressed; mother’s attempts at calming her weren’t helping.

“Julia, while you’re waiting, sit and watch the birds with this.” I held up the binoculars to her. Exasperated, she took them, becoming engrossed as she looked. After ten minutes, I got up, exchanging glances with mother, who smiled alluringly. She knew how turned on I was.

I moved behind the yoga instructor, touching her shoulders. Momentarily startled, the binoculars went down. She had the look of someone desperately trying to remember something forgotten.

“Relax, Julia, listen to the sound of my voice and relax. Just let your mind drift.”

She farted loudly in response, causing me to wonder if she was a bit too relaxed. Mother stifled a giggle.

I tried to sound complimentary when I said, “way to breathe through your anus,”

“Thank you, Casper,” she said, not embarrassed at all about the flatulence.

I continued massaging her shoulders and neck, enjoying the softness of her skin. The heady smell of her sweat further excited me.

“Keep looking through the binoculars. Tell me what you see.”

“Pretty birds.”

“I want you to feel good today, Julia.”

“Okay,” she said.

“I want you to feel good when I touch you like this, Julia.”

“It feels so good.”

“If you’re relaxed, sleep for a few moments. Let your eyes close and drift into a deep, rejuvenating slumber.”

As Julia’s eyes closed, I took the binoculars. Mother went into her own bag, producing a sub collar with the phrase “BE MY SLAVE” engraved on it. We then fastened the collar around her lovely neck while she slept. After taking a series of photos of her sleeping with the collar, we took it off and woke her up. Not five minutes had passed.

“How long was I out for?” she asked.

“Only a few minutes,” I said, showing her the time.

“That felt good, Casper. Thank you.”

“Julia, you’re beautiful.”

“I know,” she said matter-of-factly.

“And smart.”

“I am smart,” she agreed.

“You speak your mind. You’re independent and free.”

She chuckled. “I don’t want to be free, Casper.”

“You don’t?”

“I want… nuuhh… “

“Serving me is freedom,” I suggested. I decided I had pushed it enough for today, probably further than I should have.

“Whaa,” she groaned, blinking like she’d been under a spell.

“Your car should be ready to go,” I said, grinning politely.

The lovely woman stood, her nipples showing through her tank top.

“I would like to escort you back to your car,” I said.

“I’d like that,” Julia answered, her bright blue eyes fixated on me.

She and mother said their goodbyes. Julia hesitantly hugged mother, which I found interesting. Mother was more than happy to smash her breasts up against the much smaller woman. Mother had the lovely yoga instructor by seven inches, so her gorgeous breasts almost perched on Julia’s shoulders.

I took and held her hand, and she didn’t resist.

“I have a boyfriend,” she said as we made it to her car.

“Okay. Let me know what time you’re coming over tomorrow,” I commanded, not giving a shit if she didn’t have a boyfriend or not.

She immediately checked her cell. “I can come over for an hour tomorrow afternoon. Would that be okay?”

“Yes. Oh, and Julia?”

“Mmm, hmm?”

“Don’t go to the modeling shoot. We’ll talk about it more tomorrow when you come over,” I lied. She didn’t know the shoot was a fictional thing.

Julia’s emotional state was an open book. Most people would rush to placate the look of disappointment on the arrogant bitch’s face, but I merely smiled. I said, “Come back tomorrow and I’ll have another opportunity for you.”

Satisfied, she started her car. I motioned to roll her window down. A fierce battle of conflicting emotions played across her lovely face as I leaned in close.

“Julia, thanks again for your patience, and your willingness to step into a modeling job.”

She looked at me and actually grinned, although it didn’t affect her bright blue eyes.

“Thank you for the offer. Casper, do you have my cell?”

I fought hard to restrain myself as we exchanged information. I wanted to suggest more, but I needed to wait until tomorrow. I felt like I went too far today, but the single image was so powerful. Tomorrow she’d get another naked image of me holding a plain sub collar, not unlike the one Rosie wore with the word SLAVE in all caps. After that, images of my mother and Rosie having sex in their slave collars, then images of her sleeping with a slave collar. I had all the greatest hits lined up, so by next week, she’d be my willing slave.

The next day Julia came over, somewhat distraught.

“Thanks for coming over,” I said. “Glad the car works today.”

“Yeah, about our talk yesterday. Did you say serving you is freedom?”

I shook my head. “I think I said something about a healthy serving of freedom.”

She didn’t look convinced.

“Julia, I want you to believe me.” I shrugged, hoping the command would cause her to comply.

She stopped in her tracks. We were in the living room, looking at each other. She was dressed in a black yoga outfit today, almost as alluring as yesterday. She had on more makeup than usual and it really showcased those bright blue eyes.

“I like, want to believe you, like, but I’m not like, suuure if I should, like, trust you yet. Like, I feel like maybe both of us, like, but mainly like, YOU overstepped your like, bounds or something.”

That is exactly what Julia said.

“Well then, it seems I owe you a large apology,” I said, “sorry for overstepping socially with you. You seem like a genuinely nice person, and if I came across wrong, I’m very sorry. I’m hoping you can accept my apology.”

There was no way I could hide my anger towards her, but I did my best to make it seem like I was angry at myself.

“Thank you for the apology and that it doesn’t happen again. Now, let’s talk about modeling opportunities. I think you owe me for yesterday.”

There was nothing playful in her tune, just arrogance.

“First, let’s get some pictures of you with the binoculars. First look like you’re calibrating them, then look through them and I’ll take some photos of you.”

Over taking pictures, I would say things like, “turn and look that way.” 15 minutes in I added, “Since we’ll be working together, I want you to trust me.”

She brought down the binoculars, her supernaturally blue eyes affixed me with desire. Her tongue slid across pursed lips. Hard nipples came out to play on her black tank top.

“Trust is something you have to earn, Casper,” she said, responding to my command.

“Fair enough. Now try looking straight at me with the binoculars.”

She looked at me lustfully as she brought them up to her face.

Fifteen more minutes passed.

“You can put the binoculars up. Did you want to come inside for a drink?”

“Is your mother around?”

I almost did a facepalm when I finally realized why Julia was such a bitch to me. It was so fucking obvious. I was a “Momma’s boy”.

“Yes, she is, but since I have the run of the house, let’s go to the living room.”

“Casper, we won’t have sex, just fool around. That way it’s not cheating.”

Riight.

“Sure thing,” I said. We strolled to the living room holding hands. I set the binoculars on the couch within reach.

Julia came willingly, turning her face up to me as our lips were on a collision course. We met in the middle hungrily. I ran my hands over her body and she ran her hands through my short hair while grabbing my ass with the other, pulling me further into her.

I paid special attention to her ass, putting my fingers into her ass-crack, roughly squeezing all the way to her asshole on my way to her sex.

Her breathing intensified as our tongues took turns invading the other’s mouth.

“It’s not cheating unless my cock enters your pussy, right?” I asked, needing confirmation.

“Right, Casphmmph.” Our lips collided for a bit as we tasted one another. Every so slightly, I pulled away.

“Then take off your tank top,” I commanded, my breath on her face. Cheeks flushing, she slowly undressed. I spied a small nipple ring on her left breast once her breasts were revealed. A pair of ripe, conical tits sat high on her chest. Pink, puffy nipples were like small rockets trying to blast off her larger than average areolae.

Pulling her yoga pants down her legs, I exposed both a freshly shaved pussy, and a tight, bleached asshole.

“You want this, don’t you?”

“Yesssss,” she hissed, her generous hips swaying erotically.

“Show me how bad you want it and suck my cock.” I said, firmly.

She answered, “Yes Casper.”

My cock was waiting when she turned around, giving her a surprise. Her tiny hand was warm as it gripped my shaft, slowly jacking me off. Julia flipped the script, surprising me by shooting her tongue out into the meatus of my cock. It was a lewd but entire awesome gesture on her part.

“Fucking tongue that pee hole, Julia,” I said. Her left breast in my hand, I flicked her nipple ring, watching the stimulation play out on her face as she jacked me off while trying to invade my pee hole. I felt discomfort as her saliva went inside my cock.

Taking the back of her head in one hand, I pulled her lips onto my erect rod while rocking my hips forward, plunging myself fully into her mouth, my balls grazing her chin.

“You love sucking me, Julia,” I said through clenched teeth. “You want to taste my cum.”

She nodded on my cock, gagging as she pulled away.

“Oh fuck,” she said, incredulous.

“Best go back to sucking my cock,” I said.

She eagerly complied, bobbing up and down on my greased rod.

She wasn’t that great a cock sucker. Her hand was far better than her mouth, probably because she preferred it. This woman was turning into quite the reclamation project.

“You love giving me a blowjob, Julia.”

“I do,” she agreed.

“If you suck my tip with mouth and tongue my glans, I’ll cum in your mouth.” I panted.

As Julia applied herself to the task without eye contact, I discovered mother, leaning up against the archway, playing voyeur. Our eyes locked on to each other, me getting a hummer from Julia while mother’s hand danced inside her shorts. When she made to come over, I waved her away as politely as I could. With a sad look in her eye, mother retreated. I looked forward to making it up to her later.

While Julia continued her mediocre blowjob, I grabbed the binoculars, switching images to mother and Rita kissing with their collars on.

“Enough, Julia. We’ll have to work on improving your blowjob skills.”

She looked crestfallen.

“Still, you deserve a reward for trying,” I said.

Comfortable on the couch, Julia leaned against me while she looked through the binoculars at the wall, giving the image of my two slaves time to work their way into her subconscious. Behind her, worked her pussy with one hand while fondling her breasts with the other. We went over the scheduled hour, and when I saw mother peeking out from the archway again, I motioned her over.

Tentatively, she moved to the other side of the couch to watch, spreading her long, shapely legs. I felt Julia tense when I took the binoculars away.

“It’s okay, Julia. It’s perfectly natural. Mother wants to watch.”

Slowly but surely, she melted back into me, enjoying my fingers. Her hips made tiny circles, giving mother a view she more than appreciated.

A massive, quaking orgasm shook Julia, followed by mother second later. The yoga instructor wasn’t vocal, but her hips bucked up off the couch. Mother was always vocal.

“You still haven’t made me cum, Julia,” I said, tossing a pillow on the floor. She got the message, kneeling before my cock.

“Mother is going to help you, okay?” I asked.

Her voice hesitant, the umber skinned beauty said, “Yes, Casper.”

Mother eagerly came over to deliver pointers to Julia, but the yoga instructor gasped when mother started sucking my cock.

“It turns you on, watching her suck my dick, doesn’t it, Julia?” I asked.

“It’s so like, fucking wrrroooong, like holy shit, like I don’t even, like, know.”

So annoying.

“Watch how mother sucks my cock. I want you to listen to her and obey. Listen and obey.”

Julia watched first with near horror, then a growing fascination as mother sucked my cock. The yoga instructor’s subliminal programming overrode distaste for the taboo nature of the debauchery taking place. Mother handed my spit-shined cock to Julia after giving my crown a tender kiss. Once the yoga instructor resumed fellatio, I noted her technique had improved; I especially appreciated the eye contact.

Mother sidled up next to me, whispering, “Is it okay to call you Master?”

I said, “Not yet, mother. I’ll let you know when it’s time.” Drawing her in for a deep kiss, I reveled in the taste of her lips. Julia hummed, sending pleasant vibrations through my turgid member.

Those bright blue eyes and her improved technique got Julia my semen inside her mouth. A few lines of cum dribbled down her chin.

“Don’t spill any of my seed, Julia. Drink all of it,” I said, panting.

In response, she used her pinky to move the gooey strands back into her mouth.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” I said.

Julia beamed, proud of the compliment.

“I’ve tasted cum a few times before, but never taken a load like that. You taste like grapefruit juice.”

“I take it that means I passed the taste test?” I asked.

“Definitely, Casper.”

“Great. You went over your hour, by the way.”

“Oh, my god. I have to get going.”

Dressing quickly, she gave mother a longer, more suggestive hug. Mother responded by kissing her forehead. Arm in arm, I escorted Julia to her car.

“I had like, a great time like, today, Casper,” she said.

I said, “Julia, you’re too smart a woman to use the word ‘like’ as a crutch. Eliminate it as a bridge word in everyday speech. You’ll be happy you did.”

She blinked several times in response before acquiescing.

“I will, Casper. Same time tomorrow?”

I smiled.

“I should be free. Please send me your daily itinerary,” I said, kissing her goodbye.

That night Jim and Maverlene came over for dinner and drinks, and later in bed with Rosie and mother I had each spend some time on the binoculars, loaded with an image of Julia sucking my cock. I wanted to give my slaves an attraction to the next addition.

Julia showed up the next day, punctual as always. Another car came in behind hers and I realized it was her boyfriend. I texted mother to ready her knuckle blaster taser. Julia exited her car dressed in a leopard print high waisted pair of yoga pants that screamed “fuck me”. Her tank looked more like a sports bra, showing off her incredibly toned midriff. She sashayed towards me as I stood on the porch, shooting me an alluring grin. Sporting shades, I couldn’t see those bright blue eyes, but the french bob hairstyle she rocked told me something must have happened in the last 24 hours.

“I love the new hairstyle,” I said as she drew near.

“My boyfriend followed me. He suspects I’m fucking you,” she said, exasperated.

I grinned. “Should I invite him inside for a look around?”

Julia shrugged noncommittally. “It’s your house.”

I looked at my cell. Mother shot me a text that said, “Taser is ready.”

“Go on inside, Julia. I’ll be there in a second.”

Hesitating at the door, she took off her sunglasses. Gleaming with carnal need, her bright blue eyes sought to trap me.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked, voice quivering with anticipation.

“Absolutely,” I answered, grinning.

I let the sexy yoga instructor try to mold her body into mine, her breasts mashed against my chest, her belly rubbing my bulge while her crotch rubbed my leg. Lips collided, sending currents of desire through my body. I felt my hardening dick being squeezed by her contracting abdominals while I palmed her luscious, pear-shaped bottom. She moaned into my mouth as I fed her my saliva.

“I think I want to cheat today,” she said lustfully. Both our lips were smeared with her red lipstick, but I didn’t care.

“I know you want to fuck me,” I added. “As much as I want to fuck you. Am I correct?”

“Bingo,” she said, rubbing her body against me like she was in heat.

“Go inside and get comfortable. If you see mother, give her a kiss.”

Her eyes widened for an instant, but her libido overrode any moral concerns.

“Okay.”

Leering at her slightly upturned ass as she sashayed into the house, I marveled at those generous hips, giving her an added sensuality that thrilled me the more I saw.

I turned back to the boyfriend, taking mental note of his license plate. Perhaps Jim Roqueford could run his plates so I could find out more about him. He revved his car angrily. Responding, I waved an invitation for him to come inside. I was curious to see what he would do.

Anxiety tried to crush me when the boyfriend exited the Mercedes Benz E class. Violence is something I’ve worked hard to avoid. His stance neutral, he took me up on my invitation.

“Hello,” I said as he neared. Tension had me in its clutches as I anxiously tried to perceive the man’s intentions.

“Yo,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant. His eyes said something entirely different.

“Did you want to come in and see what Julia is up to?” I asked.

His eyes narrowed, tension in his posture. I guessed he was a couple inches smaller than I, but it was hard to tell if he had any fight training. I didn’t want to find out. Boyfriend was wondering what I was up to.

“Is that whore fucking you?” he blurted.

I thought honesty would be the better stance.

“Not yet, man. Have you been dating her long?”

“It’s not the dating, dude. I’ve sunk a lot of money into her. She’s like an investment.”

I nodded. That she was.

“So, it’s about money.” I said, paraphrasing.

“It’s not like that, dude. It’s just… “

I waited patiently.

“… how did you snag her?”

His question caught me off-guard.

“How did I get her to like me?”

“Yeah, you look like a college kid. You’re not her type. What’s the deal, bro?”

“I’m Casper. What’s your name?”

“Trey.”

“Trey, this is going to come off like a cliché, but I treat her like a regular person. I don’t objectify her.”

“Dude.”

“I know, right?! You’re thinking I stole her, but the reality is you never had her.”

“How the fuck do you know that?”

“Man, because she’s in my house waiting for me, not you.”

Trey and I were poised on a precipice.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me how you did it.”

Okay, then.

I said, “Alrighty,” then went inside.

Mother was waiting. We both leaned into each other.

“If he comes inside, wait until his back is to you, then hit him with the taser.”

It happened quick. In hockey parlance, I earned an assist by setting up the shot. As Trey strolled in, mother greeted him politely, dressed in a strawberry backless sun dress that displayed her legs up to mid-thigh. I heard three things in sequence: a stammered hello; the taser going off, and the sound of a body hitting the floor. I turned and Trey was out.

“Oh, my god!” Julia said, coming over to see what happened.

“He touched mother, and she defended herself,” I said.

Mother looked at me, then said, “He tried to touch me and I wasn’t sure, so I tazed him.”

“Why did you let him in any way?”

“I wanted to let him know it wasn’t cool to follow you here like a creep. I think he meant you harm, so I’m glad he’s tazed.”

“Jesus,” she said, still in shock over her ex drooling on the floor.

“Julia, get a glass of water. Mother and I will see to Trey.”

Mother and I trussed him up and put him in the kidnap room in the basement. I hoped his sinuses were okay because he would have to breathe through his nose until I was done with Julia.

“Is he gone?” she asked when we returned.

“He’s downstairs recovering. I’ll talk to him later,” I said.

“Is he okay?” Concern was in her tone.

“Julia, he followed you here because he saw you as property. He reduced you to a financial investment. You’re better than that; your special to me.”

The sexy yoga instructor melted before my eyes. Mother walked over with the binoculars.

“Julia, I want you to calibrate this for a few minutes.”

Thirty minutes later, I took the binoculars from Julia, who saw mother naked on the couch, fingering herself. I stood above her, also naked, hard cock pulsing in time with my heartbeat.

Grinning seductively, she spread her legs while turning her head, giving mother an enticing look at her glistening sex. Her delicate hand grabbed my cock, gently pulling it to her mouth. With her other hand, she began playing with herself.

I stopped inches from her lips.

“Julia, you come to me. I don’t come to you.”

Her bright blue eyes shone as she looked at me.

“Okay, Casper,” she said remorsefully. “Sorry.”

She leaned in, taking my turgid member into her mouth. Mother took her cue, crawling her shapely body over to where her face was just inches from Julia’s fingers as she worked her pussy. The yoga instructor paused her blowjob, eyeing the recent development between her legs.

Patting her head gently, I said, “It’s okay, Julia. Enjoy the feel of my cock in your mouth. You like sucking my cock, don’t you?”

The sexy creature responded by increasing her suctioning. Mother watched from below, smiling at me while her hands caressed and squeezed Julia’s toned thigh meat, trailing wet kisses on either side, edging closer to the instructor’s willing muff.

“Julia, give mother some room so she can lick your pussy,” I said through clenched teeth. “I want you to feel her tongue inside you and tell me what it feels like.”

With her hand out of the way, mother dove in, french kissing the engorged labia as she tongued the insides, the moans from above further encouraging her.

“It feels SO good,” she groaned.

“Run your hand through her hair, feel how soft it is.”

“Oh god, it’s so soft. OH! So fucking soft!”

Mother was squeezing Julia’s breast while continuing her oral assault on her pussy.

“Has another woman ever eaten you out before?”

“Not until OH! Today,” she said through labored breath.

Mother found her clit as my cock met the back of her throat. Grabbing her head, I began sawing deeply into her mouth. Spit dangled off my balls, landing on the sexy yoga instructor’s leg and mother’s arm.

“Take it, Julia. Take that dick in your throat that you love so much.”

She moaned around my cock, writhing as her pussy was being devoured by the tall blond.

“You love it when mommy eats your pussy.”

Her generous hips gyrated faster as she continued taking my cock to the back of her throat. After a few strokes, I’d pull out to hear her talk dirty.

“Mommy’s eating my cunt!” she screamed, climaxing around mother’s mouth as she tongued her clit. Julia squirted onto mother’s face.

I got to watch mother kiss her way up the firm but soft body, paying special attention to the erect nipples. Eventually, my cock was replaced with mother’s tongue as the pair kissed passionately. Julia licked her juices off the older woman’s face.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” I said, offering a hand to both.

We made our way up to our bedroom, laughing, kissing, and fondling each other.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking each other,” Julia said, amazed.

Mother just smiled. “You’re about to see why I fuck my son.”

“Oh god,” the sexy yoga instructor said, voice heavy with lust.

Pushing Julia onto the bed, I positioned her on all fours with that incredible ass sticking up in the air, just begging me to fuck it.

“You need a good fucking, don’t you Julia.”

“I need it. I want it.”

“What do you need?”

“I need your cock inside my pussy.”

Mother angled around on the bed, content to watch.

Even with her arousal, Julia’s fuck-tunnel was still incredibly tight. Gradually, I sank my cock further and further into her.

“Oh GOD it hurts!” she yelled.

Giddy with excitement, her cries of pain urged me on.

“You love my cock in your pussy!” I hollered, grabbing a fistful of hair, forcing her head back. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, allowing me deeper, ever deeper.

Time passed, and eventually I was balls deep inside my latest conquest. I began thrusting slowly but roughly, punching her cervix. Eventually, her cries of pain transformed into wanton lust. I stopped with my cock outside of her, still ramming her from behind. Mother played with herself close by.

“Don’t stop, Casper! Don’t stop fucking my pussy!”

I grinned. “It’s my pussy now, isn’t it, Julia?”

“Oh god. It is! It is your pussy, please mess your pussy up!”

“I want you to eat mommy’s pussy while I fuck my pussy.”

“I’ve never eaten pussy before,” she said, “I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“You’re smart, you’ll figure it out,” I countered, while mother got into position.

I still had a fistful of Julia’s lovely hair, forcing her into my mother’s gorgeous, glistening bald cunt.

“Now beg me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me! My pussy is yours. Please, please mess it the fuck up!” she said, before eating her first pussy.

Trembling with fuck-lust, I plunged into her wet snatch, reveling in the feel of her body. Unlike either mother or Rosie, her body was hard and compact, yet still sexy as hell. Her sugar walls were tight, almost painful, as they massaged my shaft. Watching Julia eat my mother out was especially fulfilling, given how she’d treated her previously.

With a grunt, I deposited my load into Julia’s buttery crease. I stayed there for some time, enjoying her insides. As my cock exited the wet confines of my newest conquest, her pussy spasmed, causing cum to drip out. Mother had clean-up detail, cleaning both my cock and Julia’s pussy with her talented mouth. Scooping cum from the yoga instructor’s sodden cunt, she kissed Julia wetly, sharing my seed with her weary but eager mouth.

Julia left to pack some things before coming back in the evening. Rosie arrived from her day at school at around the time I was through binoculating Trey into being my friend. After apologizing for being such a dick, he left, promising to return tomorrow for another session with the binoculars.

When my yoga instructor came back that evening, both Rosie and mother were prepared, and a threesome became a foursome. Rosie and Julia became bunkmates as the two became fast friends.

The same day I made Rosie into my anal slave was the same day Julia received her own collar. I had her slow down her job to just two classes a week since she didn’t have to pay for an apartment. I began binoculating her with images of pregnancy and babies. All I had to do was wait.

Four days later, the four of us were finishing supper in the dining room.

“Master?” Julia asked.

“Yes, Julia.” I said. With three women around, it was less confusing to call them by their names instead of “slave”.

“I have a question for you.”

“Are you gonna ask him to fuck you in the ass?” Rosie teased. “Because it feels A-mazing!”

Mother chuckled.

“I was wondering if you thought I’d make a wonderful mom.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to sound neutral.

“I meant that if I had kids, do you think I’d be a great mom?”

Mother knew what I was doing, but Rosie didn’t know yet, so she was confused.

“Julia, our ‘mom’ is right here.” Rosie got up and hugged mom from behind affectionately. The innocent hug quickly became something more intimate as the nubile girl nuzzled mother’s neck.

“Honey, not just yet.” Mother reluctantly stopped the amorous youngster from progressing any further, which was a rare occurrence.

Julia continued. “I don’t mean that Rosie, I mean I hoped that I-that we-could make babies.”

“You want me to breed you?”

“Y-yes, Master. I want you to breed me.”

“Julia, I’m going to breed the ever-loving shit out of you.”

Rosie squealed with delight. Julia beamed. Mother grinned knowingly, shooting me a wink.

“Can we start now?” she asked.

TO BE CONTINUED