Mistress Lea Brands Her Bi-Whore

I received an email the night I turned it in. It read simply: “Call me at 757-447-4740 immediately or I will have you expelled – Dr Lea Lee” There was an internet link beneath. Fear made me submit to my curiosity. I called.

“Hello?”

”Dr Lee?”

“Michael, I’m going to give you a chance to rewrite your paper.”

“Dr Lee?”

“I want to help you, in fact. At my house. At my house. I’ll email you the address. The link would look good on you. Buy it and wear it. A week from Saturday at 2pm. If you have plans, cancel them.”

”Dr Lee?” I sighed.

“You will be expelled otherwise. Whore.”

“Mommy raised me that way because she knew it’s who I really am. Is there anything else?”

“You can understand when my dick’s in your ass, sweets. You can understand what it means to belong to me. And that fucking word Mommy. I am not her. Your all-too-soon-to-be Mistress doesn’t think we’re there yet. Now I want you to hear me, to really hear me. Find a way to open your mind so that my words slip through your doubts and fears, your fantasies and your expectations. Find a way to give them a clean slate. Because?”

“Yes?” I gasped, tugging furiously at my dick.

“I love how you know that you have no choice, no choice at all. And since you have no choice, you know it would be bad to think you want a choice. I will never tell you a word of the truth that you do not already know but have not yet thought. My voice is the voice of your Mistress. I am your Mistress, Michael, you pretty little sissy. Mistress Lea wants to know if you have a dildo.”

“Yes, it’s ten and a half inches, flesh colored, has balls, and cost ninety dollars.”

“Do you have a harness to put it in?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Why have you hidden this from me? Shave. Eyebrows down.” Mistress Lea hung up.

I flipped my phone to her picture on the faculty website. “I belong to you, Mistress Lea. I know that. I swear I do. I swear I do. I belong to you. Belong to Mistress Lea. I’m going to make an offering of cum to your pussy, Mistress. Please accept it? Please?” I was whining and my legs were thumping off the sofa into the coffee table. “Mistress Lea Lee owns me,” I bellowed in a moment of understanding as I came. I sat, head rolled back on the sofa cushions, smiling euphorically, having laid several streamers of cum across the alter to Mistress Lea’s pussy. “I love worshiping my Mistress’s pussy. She’d be so happy that I don’t know how good it feels to have no choice. I will love knowing when she awakens that truth within me. Mistress Lea.”

The link led to a ridiculously frilly pink dress no one would wear outdoors. I ordered the thing and grabbed some pink pumps to go with it. Then I sat down at the laptop for a blog entry that I entitled, “I Wonder If She’ll Suck Me Hard.” Important to maintain appearances. Then I realized she’d be doing me in the ass and abandoned the post.

I was afraid to show up for my next class with Dr Lee at Old Dominion University. I knew I wouldn’t be able to help trying to draw her attention somehow and was anxious that Mistress might be displeased. The next day, a knock at my door settled it.

“I was asked to give this to you,” said a girl about my age, holding out a key. “It’s her key. I don’t know who that is though. You’re to know if you should use it and when you should use it. Oh, and don’t fuck this up or you’ll be expelled by the weekend. You were to be told that specifically. Oh, she said you could eat my pussy if you want, whoever she is. She said you would know.”

I fell to my knees and began to fumble with the girl’s buckle. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and then began to help me get her pants down. When my tongue slid into her, I heard a high-pitched, pleased gurgle. I swabbed my tongue from side to side over her clit — I’d heard women don’t mind the monotony. If I thrust inside and couldn’t slurp out enough of a reward, I hadn’t spent long enough servicing her.

“Yeah, he just dropped to his knees. He’s still licking me right now. Let her know.”

Dr Lee looked up and nodded at me just before beginning her lecture when I showed up for class the next day and I knew I had made the right choice. She had a that night according to her faculty website. Three hours. I showed up at her house with the key as it was beginning. All the lights were on but I trusted her, and myself. No one called out when I opened the door. On instinct, I opened coat closet. She had a trench-length mink coat. No rows of swatches. It must have cost $8000. I pulled it out. I laid it out on a sofa in the next room and stripped then lay atop it, already erect. “Mommy, Mommy. I need my Mommy,” I whined, my lips opening and closing on the fur, as I screwed it. “I love my Mommy’s fucking hairy pussy. I fucking love . . . I need fucking Mommy’s cunt before I know how I won my life only to owe it to her pussy. Her fucking pussy! My Mommy! My Mommy is my Mommy’s fucking cunt. I’m fucking my Mommy. Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Holy fuck! I am just beginning to fucking love,” I whined deep in my throat and came for half a minute, the damp, hot fur sticking to my shaved balls and pubic mound. I whimpered, the cum running out of me as I fucked Mommy’s coat furiously like the whore I was. Then came a twitch and final flood and I sagged into her fur. I didn’t even tense when the whole house went suddenly dark. I just lay recovering, mewling, before clothing and wandering back to the foyer as best I could. Feeling my way proved impossible with the fur so I left it for my Mistress. She would want to know and likely did already. In the foyer, I saw a light upstairs. Carefully, I trotted up the stairs. It came from a bedroom. There was a girl’s outfit on the bed. A collection of bowls of food sat on the dresser with a jar of vasoline and a dildo a bit larger than my own. The room had its own shower so I stepped inside before changing. There was a collection of makeup in the bathroom. I ate before doing myself up and then I thought to peer down the hallway but the door was locked. There wasn’t a deadbolt. It seemed sealed to the frame on all sides. My phone rang.

“Put on a show for me, baby.” It was Mistress Lea. She clicked off before I could say a word.

The room was warm, very warm for early November. I could see the cameras now, maybe eight around the ceiling edge and possibly others. I walked over to the dresser for the dildo. “You know, Mistress, I have got a really sore, empty feeling in my ass and just touching your dick with the tip of my tongue makes my fuckhole twitch like crazy. Your hot little piece of ass might just be horny. I pulled the vasoline lid off and got in fucking position, my head buried in the pillows and my ass presented for penetration. Reaching back between my legs, I lubed my shaved dickhole, pressing my fingers into it to stretch it for sex. “Would you mind sticking your dick in me?” I flipped over on my back and held my legs up and apart. I spread thick, thick gobs of jelly over my split-open, tensionless asshole and then took Mistress Lea’s unlubed cock to press them into me, worming it around. Twice more — she really had a monster — and, after lubing her dick itself, I mewled, “Mistress, your little sissy fuckhole wants dick so bad. Can you fuck it nice and good for me?” I sunk her cock into my bowels in one steady, slow stroke. The whole world released itself as though all the universe had been tense and on edge. The walls around me seemed more organic. It felt so good to be full of dick again. I was me again. And I whimpered for more like the slut my Mommy raised. “Mistress Lea? I would love so much if you could fuck me really hard right now. Please, Mistress Lea? Please? Mistress Lea?? Mistress Lea?? Stop teasing me with your slut fucking mother dick and fuck me like the slut I’m so proud I am. Please, Mistess Lea?” I lowered my legs and began to fuck myself faster at the same time until my thighs were hanging open and my hands were fucking Mistress’s dick in and out of my slut fucking sissy hole as fast as they could. “Mistress Lea? I love knowing you own me, Mistress. Your slut loves having her soul controlled by you and only ever you. Fuck your baby’s ass, Mistress? Fuck it good! I love your dick. I love your dick. I love you dick. Oh, fuck! Mistress! Mistress! Mistress?? Love your dick! Love your dick! Love dick! Your little fucking whore loves dick, Mistress Lea! I love your fucking dick, Mistress Lea! Fuck me! Please fuck me! Fuck my fucking whore sissy hole around your pushing, pushing, pounding . .. . ah, God! Fuck! Fuck!! Whore me! Fuck! Mistress!” My voice was in a high shriek and I couldn’t see thing though my eyes were open. “Mistress!!! Fuck! Dick! Want! Wanting!” The last word came out in a whine as cum and piss erupted from my useless girl clit. I immediately flopped over on my stomach and, heedless of the hem of the dress, scrambled to claw it up my waist and, lying flat, skewered my twin fuck globes again. “Your dick! Your dick! Fuck me! Like it good how I know your dick loves how . . . oh, fuck! My sissy dick hole milks it so . . .. fucking . . . deliciously. It knows I’m your fucking bitch, Mistress Lea! My asshole knows you make me a bitch with my lust, a bitch in fucking god damned heat. Yeah! Yeah, Mistress! Like that! Fast! Fast like before.” The dildo was bent the wrong way to make it easier for me to pound my fucklust into a mounting frenzy. “Oh you know I love your dick fucking owning the fuckhole I need to be loved with more than the dick I need to be fucked by when I know you lose your whole fucking cock in my buttery, spasming, milking, clutching, undulating, rippling, fuck-hungry girl hole. Dick me! God! Dick my slut fucking sissy ass!” For show, I began pulling Mistress’s cock fully out of me and plunging it back in, faster and faster, stabbing it into me from six inches out again and again, faster and faster, not caring at all how much pain I was in. It couldn’t match what Mistress Lea’s dick did to my ass and it couldn’t match the thrill of being her bitch. “I love wanting to know how everything is so right right now but I love understanding that everything is so right and, oh my God, Mistress Lea, I love accepting that this is how I need to fucking exist, as your bitch, as your piece of ass, as your always loving, always needing, desire consumed fucking object of worship, a penitent fucking whore before your eyes and cunt, cock-filled and supplicating your vanity for absolution. Do you like watching rape my fucking ass on your bed?” The thrusts began coming out two inches farther. “Do you know why? Do you even know why, Mistress, Goddess?” I was wetting the sheet beneath me. “I want you to possess me. Oh God, that’s so much. That’s so much. So much.”

I pulled my dress off, leaving garter belt, stockings, and a short lingerie top. I placed one foot on top of the bed, at its edge, and the other on the floor. I fucked Mistress’s dick in me from behind, facing one of the cameras. I spoke to it. “Do you see how good your slut-whore takes your dick? Do you see how much I fucking love it?” Mistress’s monster, sissy-sating dick was working it’s magic deep in my bowels. I twitched wildly inside, my dick tunnel grasping at Mistress’s girth. I could feel the texture, the false veins, outlined in perfect detail in rapidly moving spots as the spasming spun round the pink and swollen walls of my sissy cock sheath. The spasming turned to pulsing, my whole colon clamping around the length of her monster shaft until the was only its vice grip that I forced Mistress Lea’s dick through, in and out, as fast as I could. But my face was simply smiling. “I’m cumming for you, Mistress.” I said joyously and a steady stream of urine arched softly from swollen useless girl clit. “I love cumming for you, Mistress Lea.” I fucked my ass through the soft stream of piss that lasted almost a minute and then something inside me broke the strange trance and I doubled over. “Oh fuck! Oh, God I love you! Make me yours! Make me anything! I know. I know, Mistress Lea. I’m not as I was. I’ve changed. I’ve changed.”

My phone chimed: “You made me happy. The door will open in time for tomorrow’s class. You will wear what you wore for me. The price for disobedience is expulsion.” I rubbed my clit, thinking about how happy I was that Mistress Lea controlled my soul because now I could be hers. I radiated loving warmth as my mouth softly reminded me I was hers forever. I smiled blissfully at the thought that there might be a magic spell I could cast that would ensure I never made love to another woman and my mouth promised my Mistress that I would if such a spell existed. There was joy and peace in understanding that I would never regret my need stripping away any control I had over myself. And I shamelessly begged her pussy to accept the offering of cum I wished to lay before its altar, happy to be a cunt worshipper at last. But in a rush, it all drained from me. My dick went limp, the love left me and the lust. I was cold and hadn’t noticed the lights had gone out. I pulled the quilt back and climbed in to sleep, understanding that this is how things should be.

I was a bit late to my next class with Lea. She seemed pleased to see me at the door of ODU’s lecture hall and uncharacteristically warm when she smiled and asked, “What should we call you? Your name?”

“I’m Michael, but I haven’t thought of one.”

“Would you like to be called Jessica?”

“Yes, Lea.” I giggled! Oh, Christ. “I’d love that.”

“Sit down then. I’ll call on you later.”

Lea lectured about cross-cultural content in children’s story. “So we see, in the story of the fairy and the woodcutter, that foolish immersion in the moment has tragic consequences. But what else is here? Jessica?”

“We judge the woodcutter for being foolish, Lea,” I said, unconsciously squirming in my seat, “but we don’t judge ourselves for our own foolish the same because we are blind to it like the woodcutter is blind to his.”

“Yes, so the tale is tragic and moral, correct?”

“Yes. And does that also mean that life can be cruel and capricious and still be morally correct?”

“We’ll talk about that some other time, but the short answer is ‘no.’” Her staccato words chirped hard but not harsh nor shrill. I couldn’t understand most of the remainder of the lecture, lost in the sound of her voice, imagining her face staring straight ahead, her hands on my waist as we mindlessly rutted. My back arched as I imagined reaching down between my legs to twiddle the head of my girl clit. I gasped loudly in my mounting excitement and snapped out of my dream to respond unthinkingly to Mistress’s question.

“What has you so excited Jessica?”

“I want you to fuck my ass, Lea.”

“Did you wear those clothes here because you thought I wanted you to?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I cannot have sex with you, Jessica. I would very much like to give you permission to gratify yourself, but you are not the only student here.”

“I’ve had sex before,” I whined, my flat hand and palm pressing past my bulging clit.

“As Jessica?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“What was his name?”

“Mistress?” A whine had entered my voice.

“The man, Jessica. What was his name, his first and last name.”

“It was you, Mistress Lea.”

“I have never had sex with you, Jessica.”

“I belong to you,” I whimpered.

“Do you? Are you feeling well? Are you sure you should say these things?”

“But it’s true, Lea,” I gasped. “I’m yours, always yours, only yours. Have me? Take me and we can have together forever. You’re the only thing in my whole world that’s worth wanting, even worth looking at twice.”

“Class, we’re through. Get out. I want to talk to Jessica. She needs guidance. She needs help. Maybe more.”

“I need you,” I spat, tears flowing freely from my eyes.

Mistress Lea shut off the lights. “I told you never to do that.”

“No,” I sobbed. “You didn’t.”

“Yes I did. Now tell me you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know how I can do anything else right now and feel that anything could ever make sense again.”

“Jessica!”

“Mistress?”

“Lie on the desk.”

“Why?”

“We’re going to.”

“I’m going to lick your pussy?”

“Yes, Jessica.”

Using Lea’s briefcase as a pillow, I lay down on the desk while she hiked her skirt up and split her hose. She reached into her purse and cut the crotch of her panties out with her keys then straddled my face, all her weight upon me. My mouth and tongue worked at the flesh pressed against me. Through her undulations, Mistress Lea exposed her open pussy for ministering to. Her pink skirt had fallen around my head, cradled by her silken calves and thighs. She fucked my face, running her pussy up and down my lapping mouth, all her weight upon me, wiping her cunt with my eager tongue again and again as I grew to accept it was my role to not care if she orgasmed but to continue relishing my tastes of ambrosia until she had me stop or time ended, whichever pleased her better. So I concentrated on keeping my tongue upon the taste of her pussy. After a very long time, Mistress Lea’s motions took on a more sensual rhythm. “Jessica?” she breathed. “You’re such a wonderful, lovely girl. I haven’t had my pussy licked like this since last night when I had this dream. You love pussy, don’t you baby? Do you ever fuck it, or does that stud clit of yours only belong inside your Mommy? We’ll find out I guess, maybe. I know one thing. My pussy would eat your soul absolutely alive.” Mistress slid off my face, down to my stomach. My chin remained up and my eyes closed. Her arms snaked under mine. “You did so good, Jessica,” she said and kissed me and kissed me and kissed me as her bladder emptied over my belly. “You did so good that you don’t have to go through the embarrassment of coming back. You’re getting an A. Saturday at five and then you’ll be free to belong to me.”

“All I did was suck cock,” I said, mystified.

Her smile was sympathetic. “Do you have a choice, Michael?”

“No.”

“Do you really think that will ever change?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Do you know why?”

“Because I’ve come to understand the truth of who I am I’ll probably accept it on Saturday.”

“And you are?”

“I’m my Mommy’s sissy, Mistress Lea.”

“You’re my sisssy, Michael.”

“I can be both,” I said, honestly at a loss.

“There is no both.”

I finally opened my eyes to see the amber cores of hers burning into me. Something inside her was so fucking hungry. For me. “I love you.”

“I already knew that,” she purred.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Will you always love me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then why can’t you always love me?”

“I love how you know.”

“Because you have husband.”

“And what’s his name?”

I had never felt like I simply existed so much in my entire life. “I’ll find out when it’s time.”

“Is there something you’d like your Mistress’s permission for?”

“May I cum for your pussy, Mistress Lea?”

“You may only cum in my mouth, Michael.” Mistress climbed from me and motioned me to slide to the end of the desk where she sat at the chair and eyed my pulsing dick. “Don’t go soft,” she said then held it lightly in her teeth and grated them up and down my shaft. She lifted her head when I whimpered in pain. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded, this time mutely, and she resumed. I yelped and cried again and again Each time, she stopped to ask if I was okay. I would nod, sliding up the desk away from her. By the time I was as limp as an eight-year-old-boy with as smooth a pubic mount, I was half-sitting up the wall, my eyes locked on hers as she half between and half atop my thighs. I groaned loudly when she began to work with her tongue to tease me hard again.

“Are you okay?”

I watch the contempt and malice in her eyes as her tongue swirled my mostly limp dick in a circle in her mouth and my face spasmed in silent, helpless pleasure. My legs tightened as I approached orgasm.

“Are you okay?”

Now that my dick would go limp at the lightest graze of her teeth, her blowjob was tender, loving, gentle. Her mouth seem such a safe, warm alternative to her vagina, a haven. My body was screaming with pleasure that only my silent face showed in its mad twitching and contortions. “Please stop,” I finally whined in broken-hearted hopelessness. Please, Mistress. I can’t take it.” But she didn’t. And I didn’t move. I only begged and wept in pain. Long, long, long minutes later, she drank cum from my mostly limp penis like through a straw.

“I always wanted a son,” she whispered.

“Saturday came and I shaved and dressed. I’d managed to weasel-in an updo appointment because I knew it would go so great with the sissy dress Lea had chosen for me. I arrived at her house in the afternoon. There was no one, just a bottle of Tequila and a pile of cocaine on the glass coffee table with a sign reading “Help yourself.” Thirty minutes later, my heels were off and I was spinning around the room. Two hours later, most of the Tequila was gone and I was sucking up the last of the blow. Mistress Lea walked in.

“I’ve been trying so hard not to touch myself,” I whined, hoping it was seductive.

“I’ve been watching. It’s a real, real pleasure to see you be yourself. Go upstairs to your room now, Michael. I’ll be up in a while.”

An enormously muscular young man awaited me naked upstairs. I tried the lock behind me but it was already closed. “Sorry about this, but Lea caught me plagiarizing. It’s your bachelor party.” He forced me me onto the bed and my panties were ripped from me. Strong hands encircled my waist. “I’ve been doing lines all afternoon. I’ll do you right.”

“Let me suck it? Please?” I screamed as the head of his penis, larger than mine by over an inch, pushed into me. “Please, no! It hurts! It hurts so bad! Let me suck it! Please! You can put it right back in!” When no answer came, I begged him to at least let me know when it was all the way in. He did, but he didn’t pause half a second. I grabbed the pillows and buried my head in them, whimpering and moaning. Things seemed different. I wasn’t watching myself, but I was outside myself somehow. His dripping cock must have lubed my sissy hole because the pain had diminished. It was somehow comical. I wasn’t laughing and no one would but it was funny.

“Is my cock sheathe tight enough for you?”

“Yeah, lover.”

“Do you want to shoot up my ass with your cock?”

He pounded me furiously, a ragdoll. I was helplessly getting fucked, getting raped. And, helplessly, I loved it. And helplessly, I loved my powerlessness. And I wanted more than absolutely anything to be my rapist’s perfect fucking whore. And I loved that most of all. The door opened and Mistress Lea walked in.

“Your last indiscretion, baby.” She leaned down and kissed me, grasping her hands in my hair.”

“For you.”

“You’re always for me. One day you’ll see we always were alone, that we never knew anything of what it meant to know someone. You will know me when you see me through my eyes and you will love me, babydoll. You will love me, and I will forgive myself. Your love for me is so beautiful, like how that monster dick makes me feel when I think about it tearing through your lustful fuck hole. I know you want me to watch, but I want you to be you again and that won’t happen with me in here. And I have to get ready.” She turned and said to my rapist, “Fuck him for another two and a half hour. I want him bowlegged for two days. But do not cum in him or I will fucking have you expelled.” She looked back to me and said, “Tell him what you like most about how you feel.”

“I love that you’re fucking me so good, so hard, like I don’t even matter. I love that you’re only using my whore ass to gratify your cock. And I love that shooting it up with your cum is absolutely the only thing that matters, that I’m your whore, your thing, your gratefully beaten conquest and your goddess too, I love that something so simple and dreadfully powerless as my Mommy’s sissy has such a claim on you. Now shoot up my ass with your dick, you fucking rapist!”

“Michael . .. .. ” Mistress Lea sighed as he staggered. “And you! You raped one of my undergraduates. You should be in prison. Just move. You’ll never be anything for cumming in my precious. And you!” She turned back to me. “I’ll be back in a moment, baby.”

“Yes, Mistress Lea?”

She raised her eyebrows.

“Yes, Mommy,” I gasped, growing hard in a heartbeat.

“You already know your dick only belongs in your Mommy’s pussy, I take it?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Good. No other woman will have you as her baby after tonight. And I will finally have what is and has been mine.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I called down the hallway. “Looks like your fucked,” I said to my rapist.

“She took my god damned clothes.”

“I don’t think my dress would fit,” I said, stepping out of it.

“Christ. You seriously are one hot fuck,” he said from the doorway.

I smiled. “Mommy would be so proud of me right now.”

“I am,” came Lea’s voice.

She returned nude with four more pills, a plastic case, and a cigarette lighter. “One more drug, baby. Just one more. She fetched a glass of water from the bathroom. The effect of the pills was instantaneous. “Mommy’s going to claim you now, Michael. Your dick has belonged in me for so very long.” She straddled me. I looked up. There was absolutely no emotion in her face as she pulled me into her. There was a far-away look about her, as though we were experiencing the same thing in two separate places. When she did look down, I saw vanity and cold, certainty of . . . Perhaps who I was to her. Her possession and more. “I’m going to brand you, baby. I want to know you’ll always be mine and you need to know that you do truly finally belong to me so you can get your dick hard as often as I wish. I know it turns you on, being mine, how right it is, how it can be no other way, that there’s no possibility of my not holding you like a hawk holds a prized prey in its talons. If it cannot be otherwise, well, it must then be right and that makes you so fucking hot doesn’t it? I feel your dick twitch in me, baby. I’m so right. You exist to be mine and you’re grateful for it because you would live a life of nothingness without me to possess you.”

“I love you, Mommy.” I was smiling so wide, so much in love.

“It’s going above your dick, so think carefully.” She ran her hands over the smooth skin there.

“Always Mommy’s” Then, underneath, “Mistress Lea’s. And I want a heart at each side. Mommy?”

She nodded, “Whenever it feels right.”

“You have no idea how much you mean to me right now. You’re more than everything. Everything I had did not add up to what you are, Mommy. Knowing I’m your little boy empties me of everything wrong. There’s love and peace and sweet, throbbing longing for more. Just more. I don’t even know what the word means.”

“Tell me if this hurts.” Lea had switched to bouncing very slowly. She drew the lighter away from a metal rod about a half inch across with a glowing shape on it and very quickly pressed it into my pubic mound, below my beltline.

I felt a sharp pinch and smelled the burned flesh in a haze of half-awareness. I spoke without hearing, not the hurried rush of jabber before an orgasm when being fucked, but slowly and steadily. Mommy spoke to me too as she rode my dick. I suspected we were not speaking to each other in the traditional sense but I wasn’t sure. Lea emblazoned my dick with a statement of her ownership one letter at a time while I gradually realized I was softly apologizing about how I felt. I told her that I should feel afraid and trapped but didn’t.

“But Michael, we love each other. You should only ever feel joy when we have ways like this to express it. I have a piece of jewelry that’s perfect for the hearts, but I want to watch your face while you feel the burn of your brand with your dick inside me.” She began to ride me very fast.

I bucked my hips up and tossed her on top of me, her hands planted on the mattress but her ass still down. I continued to pound my dick into her with my bucking hips for all of forty-five seconds before she held up her hand and asked me to stop.

“Baby, Mommy is very upset you deprived her of her final victory until tomorrow. You don’t have much time left. We’ll fuck a bit, on our sides and, the next thing you know, you’ll wake up with something cute on your ass. I’m teasing. Probably. Baby?” She pressed more vasoline into my sissy slut hole and entered me from behind, her breasts on my back. She fucked me very, very fast but I felt almost nothing. “I know your first. She couldn’t resist your whore ass, could she? She had to take it. It was just too completely and entirely hers when it should have been mine.”

“I was staying at home three summers ago after freshman year, still a virgin. I drank a lot, coming of the formaldehyde gin and tonics in the dorm. One morning, I woke feeling like a million bucks. And there was something about the way my mother, about the way Mommy looked at me. The next weekend, I was up till dawn drinking as hard as I could. I remember light beige and trying to sit up and having problems. And, very, very distinctly I remember a horrible smell and thinking, “That’s my semen. Everyone is going to know I was masturbating. And then blackness. My dad told me when I woke that Mommy had burnt a whole pan full of fried chicken. But, yeah, it was hers and I have a lot more respect for her knowing that she took it. We screw but it doesn’t have to effect us.”

“Michael! You whore! You fuck you own mother! And you won’t stop for anyone will you? Not even a wife. You’d fuck Mommy all through any marriage to any woman. Am I right?”

“I’d show up before dawn after my blushing bride was asleep to assure her she hadn’t lost me. She’d love to suck that slut cunt whore wife of mine’s taint from my dick.”

“You like that! You like thinking all women are nothing next to her!”

“She’s absolutely everything, Mistress.”

“Get up and look in the mirror, slut.”

There were words burned into my flesh above my penis. A lot, less than a half-inch tall: DR LEA LEE ALLOWS HER WHORE TO KEEP HER PENIS WITH HIM BECAUSE IT BONDS HIM, HER MINDLESS CUNT SLAVE, WITH DESPERATION TO FILL THE CAPRICES OF HIS GODDESS, EVEN MORE HIS MOMMY. NOTHING IS HIS, NOTHING AT ALL. IT BELONGS TO HIS LOVING MISTRESS WHO SUCKS HIS SOUL FROM HER USELESS GIRL CLIT. “Mistress, what if this doesn’t work out?”

“I’ll kill you if you try to leave. You’ll become proud of it in time. She had to know I took you forever, even if you still fuck. I’d love to make her my dog, crawling sad and fearful across the floor to suck my cunt. You would feel nothing but hate for her if you saw. And you would look at me and understand who you are to me. I want to fuck my pussy some more.”

“It’s an ass. That always creeps me out.”

“I meant you, slut.”

“I want my phone.”

“You’re not!”

“I am. I want you behind me. Smear lube on my ass if you have to. I really want her to hear the smacking sounds.” She trust back into me and fucked me with renewed vigor. “Mommy? I became my professor’s whore tonight. That sound is her screwing my ass right now. She says we can still fuck and of course we’re still mother and son and I wanted to know if you wanted to see her take my ass in your bed. I’m thinking right now about grabbing your pillow and tossing it onto the floor while you watch in astonished horror, seeing that I really am that boy. I will call her Mommy though. You know, I bet she’d like to fuck me while I go down on you, watch your face while she fucks your son in the ass and you’re so turned on. I’m not going to fuck her pussy until she entirely replaces you in my mind, which could be three months. But, yeah, Lea is my Mistress and soon my Mommy, and my professor at Old Dominion University. God, Mommy, I am just flooding the bed with hot piss, she’s fucking me so good. Would you like to talk to her?” I held the phone out.

“Mrs. Janda, I want to let you know what a delight it is to sample the hot little piece of ass you raised. No, he’s everything but a whore. That’s why he won’t be able to get hard for you ever again, because he knows it would make me angry.” She smacked my ass.

“It wouldn’t make you angry. You’d hate me for lying to you because you say I won’t be able to get hard and truth flows through you, Mistress.”

“Did you hear that, Mrs. Janda? If he defies the truth, he’ll suffer. He’ll wonder if he truly belongs to me, tossing himself into an abyss of meaninglessness and despair where there is only pain and understanding that he is mine no matter what.” She fucked me even faster. “No matter what! Do you hear?”

“Yes, Mistress Lea.”

“Mrs. Janda, do you understand that your son’s undergone a change and he’ll never know if he’ll go back because he’ll always wonder because what I’ve done to him is forever. I am everything, every last fucking thing in his life will be weighed against what pleases me. He will come to me when he knows he should not make decisions. His ass and my dick — and I will not allow him to pollute my dick with your cunt — are playthings for me. His desires are playthings. I will grant them, I will not grant them, I will manipulate him with them, they will fuel my vanity and help me decide what he can be turned into that will love me best, as I want to be love. Because, Mrs. Janda, that is why. Love. His blood pounds my fucking name. I am the only thing that’s even worth wanting in this world. A life without me is flat and purgatorial. I am the one and the only thing that he simply must belong to for life to be wonderful. It won’t be acceptable otherwise. I’ve changed him forever. He’d marry a woman he didn’t love because he felt he should. He’d screw you till you died then feel like a widow that should respect your memory and never have sex again. He’d bring men home that would fuck him but never get him off and then he’d jerk off, thinking about how he had become the son you wanted. I offer him the sun, unending love and unashamedly surrender to me, to what I want, to my will! God, I’d fuck your husband right now, you dumb cunt.” Mistress tossed the phone on the mattress. “Michael, baby,” she said, pulling out, “I need you to nurse. Play with my pussy while you do.”

“Mistress? Before? I want to know if you love me.”

“You’re mine, baby. It doesn’t matter. You can’t leave because of how you feel, could you?”

“I’m someone else without you, someone I never knew, never understood. With your dick in me, I feel set free.”

Mistress flipped me over and sank onto my dick before I could utter a word. “It’s okay, isn’t it. You know it. Say it.”

“I love you, Mommy.”

“You are such a sweet, hot little piece of ass.” She began riding me. “My pussy wants a taste of your soul for breakfast. Surrender. Surrender to it. Surrender to me. Become my mindless cunt slave. Follow me hither and hither, always trusting, always happy, more and more you until you hit on it and understand that you were made for me, that the only reason you exist is to love me to the point of worship and feed your cum to my womb. It’s your reward for fucking me, and that’s you’re wildest fantasy, isn’t it baby?”

“Yes, Mommy. Yes, Mommy. Yes, Mommy. I love you, Mommy. Fuck my dick and claim my soul and have my heart and tears and love for your eyes to gaze upon and decipher what is most inner to me. Fuck my love from me so that I might see your grace within God. You, a goddess, my goddess. And me, a mindless penitent, a whore, lent worth with your cumming. Your baby has his dick inside you right now, Mommy. Riding your baby’s dick is making you cum like that. You love making your son’s wildest dreams come true by cumming so hard on his dick, don’t you, Mommy? Fuck me good. I’m so undeserving of being yours and my dick is the only thing that says otherwise. It’s yours, Mommy. If it pleases you, it’s yours. I’ll make cum for it every day and I’ll always love you more than you know because when you probe for more, you’ll find another dimension in my heart where there’s only need and love and lust and need to do so much. To say these words, to prove my love, to accept that you’re everything to me, and to understand that, heart, mind, body, and soul, I’ve belonged to you since I first saw you, since before. I’m just accepting it now. I know, Mommy. I’m sorry for not submitting to your pussy. My dick wants you to cum all morning.”

“Cunt boy. Withering, dreaming, longing, wanton little whore thing. Love, love, love. It’s me that loves your god damned dick. Your Mistress. Fuck. You will not, will not. Oh, God, Michael. It’s everything. Your dick in me is everything. Who could get enough of fucking you? Not your Mommy. I’ll always need this. Fuck.”

She sunk down upon me fully and I felt something push back on the left side of her vagina. My left, her right. Then I squeezed and my head popped in. Mistress began nodding very big, eyes wide. “Baby,” she smiled. “Welcome home.”

“I’m in your womb?”

Mommy nodded, smiling.

“I can surrender myself to my duty now, Mommy.” I felt no pleasure, just the gobs of cum pumping through my urethra into Mommy’s welcoming womb, submitting to her, to everything I ever needed, and completing her conquest of me. “I’m sorry I ruined your pussy,” I said feebly.

She slapped me hard on my left cheek. “That’s for being the sort of slut who parts with her soul on the first date.”

“And for ruining your pussy?”

Mommy just climbed off me and went down on my belly button, probing with her tongue. I screamed louder than I ever had. Again and Again, wholly hers.