Stepmother turns stepson into sex slave

Peter came home, where he lived with his father and stepmother, his father’s new wife. He had just finished a grueling shift at a fast food counter and was in a terrible mood. All he wanted was dinner and then bed.

But it was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays his father went out to play cards, leaving Peter at the mercy of his domineering wife. At first, he resisted her sexual advances, even threatening to tell his father everything, but in the end he succumbed. It wasn’t just because Veronica was very strict and would certainly take revenge on him if he didn’t obey her. Veronica was also very, very sexy, she had the most beautiful and largest breasts he had ever seen, and at almost fifty years of age, she was an amazingly seductive yet elegant woman. She had long dark hair, a cute smile, and a heavy hand.

Peter was already well trained. As soon as the front door closed behind him, he threw his backpack in the corner, quickly undressed, knelt on all fours, and waited patiently. Even though it was spring and the weather was pleasant, the house was cold, and Peter’s naked body soon began to shiver.

Finally, he heard heels.

As he had been taught, he kept his head down, his eyes fixed on the floor, so he could only imagine from the sound of the approaching click-clack of heels that Veronica was walking towards him. She stopped right next to him, and in his field of vision he could see her sexy black high-heeled shoes, black straps wrapped around her slender, beautifully arched legs at her calves in sophisticated stripes, and her toes, beautified with red nail polish, were visible from the cut-out toes of her shoes.

“Kiss,” she said.

Peter bent down and kissed her big toe, sensing her perfume and her closeness, which made him tremble, but this time not from the cold.

He returned to the position of an obedient dog. A naked dog.

He felt her whip on his back. She always had it handy when she made him her sex slave. He hated that whip. And at the same time, there was nothing in the world that excited him more. As the leather whip gently brushed across his back to his bare buttocks, he felt his cock harden. He felt helpless. He felt humiliated and abused. And all of this aroused both revulsion and lust in him. He longed for Veronica to subjugate him. He longed to serve her, to be owned by her.

He waited patiently for her orders.

“Follow me, slave,” she said, turning on her heel and walking up the stairs. Peter knew immediately that this time she was leading him to the master bedroom without much fuss. He climbed the stairs on all fours behind her and, with a slight hesitation that she must not notice, otherwise he would not escape punishment, crawled on all fours into the master bedroom, which Veronica shared with his own father.

The bedroom was spacious, with a king-size bed as the centerpiece of the room. It was high, and Peter had never even touched the bed. Their games, with Veronica as the dominatrix and Peter as the servant, dog, slave, and toy, had so far taken place on the ground floor of the house. Peter immediately felt uncomfortable, feeling remorse towards his father, whom he loved, and immediately feeling hatred towards the woman who had been abusing him for several months.

While Veronica sat down on the bed, he remained kneeling directly in front of her, his head still down, naked and on all fours. He still couldn’t see what she was wearing. He still hadn’t even looked at her face. He listened to her. Until now.

He could smell her perfume and couldn’t resist looking around the bedroom, which he had always seen empty until now. He looked up and saw Veronica. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with black sheets, wearing a black latex minidress with a neckline so low that her huge round breasts were sticking out and he could see her erect nipples. That always turned him on. He loved her breasts, longed to touch them, caress them, suck her nipples into his mouth, but she never let him. He always just watched them longingly from a distance, unattainable.

His penis became completely hard, and she noticed his erection. She laughed, the trills in her mouth sounding cruel, amused. That excited him even more.

“Shave my legs,” she commanded him.

He obediently crawled on all fours to the bathroom. There, on the floor, a towel, razor, and shaving cream were waiting for him. He grabbed everything in one hand and crawled back to the bedroom on all fours. She was already waiting for him there. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed, her short black latex dress pulled up almost to her crotch, her knees slightly apart so he could see her naked pussy. He saw his stepmother’s naked pussy pouting at him, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his face between her labia and suck her clitoris into his mouth.

But he couldn’t.

He was her slave.

Peter was her toy, and whatever she said, he had to do.

He put the towel, razor, and shaving cream on the floor next to him and began to take off her shoe. He unfastened the strap, completely naked with an erect penis, and took off one of her shoes. Then, with trembling hands, he unfastened the other shoe and took it off.

“Bring the box of toys,” Veronica ordered.

It was a test, an examination. She had never told him where his father and stepmother kept their naughty toys. Nevertheless, he crawled on all fours, opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet, took out a large red plush box, and placed it at his stepmother’s feet.

“Open it,” she commanded.

Peter lifted the lid, tilted it back, and pushed it aside. He stared at the pile of all kinds of sex toys. There were realistic silicone dildos, several vibrators of various shapes and colors. There were handcuffs, rope, and lots of other things.

“Take the purple thing,” Veronica said, and without hesitation, Peter picked up a small, narrow vibrator from among the toys and immediately knew what she had in mind.

“Turn it on and shove it up your ass,” she commanded.

Veronica was still sitting on the corner of the bed, her legs slightly apart, giving him a view of her wet, moist pussy, which was unattainable and sacred to him. He had never touched her. He wasn’t allowed to. When he looked up even more, he saw her huge, perfect breasts peeking out of her black latex dress, her nipples completely stiff. And when he looked even higher, he saw her beautiful face, which didn’t look like she was over forty at all. She had a symmetrical face, beautiful with cat-eye makeup, and lips highlighted in bright red lipstick.

Peter took a small purple vibrator, turned it on, and inserted it into his anus. He immediately felt the vibrations, felt the toy fucking his own ass, vibrating inside him, and his cock grew even harder, now sticking up in the air, desperately longing for someone’s hands or lips to touch it.

“I said shave me,” she said irritably.

With the vibrator humming in his asshole, his erection hanging limply, and an agonizing desire to start jerking off, Peter took the shaving cream in one hand and shook it the way he wanted to shake his own penis. Then he sprayed the white foam onto Veronica’s perfect calves, white splashes of foam that could easily have been his semen splattering across her legs.

“Careful, slave,” she yelled at him, startling Peter and making him cringe. A whip lashed across his back, and he felt a sharp pain. “If you splash the foam on the parquet floor, you’ll lick it up. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lady,” Peter muttered.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, my lady, if I splash the foam on the parquet floor, I’ll have to lick it up.”

“Good. Go ahead, slave.”

Peter rattled the can again and this time sprayed the white, thick foam onto her calf much more carefully. With his other hand, he gripped the pink razor tightly and ran the blade across her calf. He was careful, even though his ass was vibrating as a small purple vibrator shook inside him and stretched his anal hole. He was excited, feeling like a used whore, and longing for his stepmother to allow him more than just a glimpse of her horny pussy, more than just a whiff of her femininity and wetness.

“Tssss,” he heard his mistress’s dissatisfied smack. Her index finger shot out and pointed at the floor. And to his horror, Peter saw a small drop of white foam on the floor under her foot.

“What did I say would happen if you splashed foam on the floor?”

“I’ll lick it up.”

“So what are you waiting for?”

Peter put down both the can and the razor. On all fours, he leaned forward, raised his vibrating ass higher into the air, his face close to the floor, licking the foam with his tongue. It smelled like flowers and tasted chemical. He felt humiliated. He felt helpless, his ass trembling as the little sex toy vibrated inside it and he licked the foam off the ground.

When he licked the foam off, she purred with satisfaction and rewarded him by spreading her knees wide apart. This opened her pussy completely in front of him, and Peter could clearly see and feel how excited and eager his stepmother was.

He slowly shaved the rest of the foam from her legs, then did the same with the other leg. He tried to be as careful as possible, his eyes sliding from the beautifully arched, slender legs in his hands to the naked, exposed, open, seductive pussy of the woman who belonged to his own father.

He knew that once he had shaved her legs and dried them with a towel, he was supposed to resume his position as a naked, obedient dog and wait for the next command. But he couldn’t resist. His ass was still throbbing, his own penis was hard, and he couldn’t resist touching it. He clasped his hard penis tightly in his palm and leaned toward her. With a quick movement she didn’t expect, he pressed his young face into her forty-plus-year-old lap and sucked her hard clitoris into his mouth.

He surprised her. His stepmother froze for a moment and sighed with pleasure. He sucked her while jerking off his cock, a purple plug vibrating in his ass.

Finally, she collected herself and pushed him away and hit him with a whip. The blow was so hard that he screamed in pain. He felt it tear the skin on his back. He immediately let go of his cock and fell to all fours. He was shaking.

She gave him another blow.

Peter writhed on the ground in pain and pleasure. He couldn’t tell one from the other.

He grabbed his erection again with his hand, feeling it throb. He was so close to cumming.

“Lie on your back,” she ordered, taking him by surprise.

He obeyed her.

He lay on his back, knees bent, both hands around his hard erection, partly because he couldn’t help himself and continued to masturbate, but also partly to protect what was coming with his hands.

Another blow came.

His stepmother didn’t spare him at all, whipping his stomach and just barely avoiding his sensitive, blood-engorged penis. She was now standing over him, and he could see the tops of her giant naked breasts towering above him, her nipples completely stiff. She stood with her legs slightly apart, giving him a view of her open labia from below as she swung again.

This time, Peter was struck with the whip across his thighs, and again the blow just missed his hard penis. His ass was still twitching, and he was now frantically jerking off with both hands, shamelessly watching her naked open pussy and giant breasts, which were completely exposed.

And then it came. There was no resisting it. There was nothing he could do about it.

His own father’s wife struck again, and this time she hit her target. The blow was aimed directly at his naughty, lecherous cock. Part of the whip passed over his hands, dampening the pain, but part of it also hit his penis, and at that moment, he exploded.

Petr, lying helplessly on his back, the purple vibrator fucking his ass, came. Thick clumps of his semen splattered the floor. He gasped with pleasure and in the same time, quite certainly screaming in pain, and Veronica began to laugh amusedly.

“Clean it up,” she ordered.

She stepped over him, giving him one last view of her luxurious pussy, and walked away.

Peter gathered his strength, suppressed the pain, and rolled onto his knees. The foreign object was still vibrating in his ass, but since she hadn’t told him to take it out, it had to stay there and continue to dishonor his ass.

He was naked on all fours again, his face close to the floor, sticking out his tongue and starting to clean up his own cum.

Good boys give willingly — I’ll look after the rest