A big Thank You to Sir Ryder, for his help and his guidance in bringing this story to life. I couldnt have done it without him.
Saturday morning I woke, I was in bed alone wondering where Jay was and when did he get up. Then I glanced over at the clock, it was almost noon , of course Jay was up. My head hurt and my stomach felt like it had done somersaults all night. The events of the night before were fuzzy, I wasn’t even sure if it was a dream or it really happened, until I saw my outfit from last night lying on the floor. I sat on the side of the bed, my head in my hand, I started to cry, what had I done, had I ruined things with Jay, how could he ever forgive me? I already felt sick, and the thought of losing Jay put me over the edge, I rushed to my bathroom. My stomach emptied itself of any remaining alcohol until there was nothing else to expel.
I looked in the mirror, I was a total wreck, I cried again. I had to find Jay and see if our relationship could be saved. But first, a shower, I couldn’t present myself like this to my Sir. The water felt good splashing on my body, I shaved as expected of me, washed and toweled off. Looking in the mirror again I looked somewhat better but I was pale from being sick. I put on makeup, I looked better, I was encouraged a little by the difference a little makeup made so I continued, more makeup than needed for being at home, but I wanted to make Jay happy, if that was still possible. Finishing in the bathroom I liberally sprayed some of my most seductive perfume on my body, paying special attention to apply some between my tits and legs. In a move of habit, I reached for my robe then remembered Jay wasn’t just my son anymore, he is My Sir, I exchanged the robe for a nice necklace and an attractive pair of heels headed downstairs to find Jay.
In the kitchen I was surprised to find coffee made for me and my cup sitting on the counter, underneath it was a note.
‘Good morning slut, I am in Pop’s room, text your Sir and I will come upstairs; we need to talk’
I read the note again, my hands shaking even worse than they already were due to the hangover. What was Jay going to say, how bad had I screwed up? The coffee and note was an encouraging sign though. I sent Jay a text ‘Sir, your slut mom is up, she is in the kitchen awaiting our talk’.
A minute later Jay sent a text back.
‘Sir will be right up’
When the basement door opened, I fell to my knees, forehead on the floor, arms outstretched palms up. I wanted to show Jay I was willing to do what it took to show him I wanted to be his submissive, I wanted him to know I belong to him, I am here to serve him.
“Very good my slut I see you didn’t forget everything last night. You may stand; take a seat at the table. I have already had breakfast hours ago, would you like something to eat?”
How could I be so lucky to have such a wonderful son, such a wonderful man as my Sir, after what I put him through the past week, and especially last night how could he be so nice to me? Only dad had been this nice to me, taking care of me no matter what, dad had taught Jay well. But how could Jay be this mature at such a young age?
“No Sir, your slut doesn’t feeling like eating anything just yet, but I do have a question?”
“Yes slut, you may ask.”
“Sir how can you be so nice to your slut after all she has put you through, after she has hurt you so bad so soon in our relationship?”
“Mom, Pops told me you would try me. That you would rebel at times; that I would have to be strong, but for me to never forget as a Sir, I should always remember to appreciate my slut, and treat her right, no matter what. I have to be honest; I never thought it would be this soon though. I am thinking this is one of those times where I need to treat my slut with love and care no matter what like Pops said; but, that doesn’t mean you have control, I am still in control.”
I stood to hug Jay, but I was quickly reminded that is not always a choice I have the freedom to make.
“Sir didn’t give his slut permission to get up, sit back down. You do realize your actions last night and your conduct this past week must be dealt with, right?”
“Yes Sir, your slut understands, slut will accept whatever punishment Sir deems necessary, whatever it is, your slut deserves it and more.”
“You were too drunk and tired to do anything about it last night, and I was too upset. I still haven’t completely decided what to do with you yet but I have some ideas. I need to know that you will be committed to our relationship, just as you were committed to Pops, we aren’t just playing, this is real?”
“Yes Sir, this is real. I am committed to you Sir, I need you, I saw last night how much I need you. Dad is gone now and I can’t make it on my own. I will do whatever Sir wishes to show Him I am committed and that this is very real to me.”
“Ok, this is what Sir has so far. We are going to the basement.”
Jay stood and offered his hand to me. I stood and walked behind him as he lead me down the stairs. In the basement Jay lead me into Dad’s room, then to the closet Dad had built. It was a special closet not for clothes, but a place for me to think. There was one simple light, hooks in various locations on the wall. On the floor was a simple kneeling pad, Dad had placed it there due to the excruciating pain kneeling on the concrete floor inflicted on my bare knees.
Jay had me kneel, my knees on the pad, and then he put straps around my bent legs, preventing me from straightening my legs and standing. He placed cuffs on my wrists and secured them to the wall in front of me. Lastly, Jay placed a blindfold over my eyes.
“Slut, I know you said you are committed, and our Dom/sub relationship is what you want, but that was too easy to say you knowing that was the expected answer. You will stay here for as long as I choose, to think about what you did last night, decide for sure if this is what you want, or if you would rather be free. Free to do whatever you want. Along with this freedom would also be you choosing to fail, to repeat episodes like last night, possibly losing me, not only as your Sir but as your son. Because I will not stay here and watch you ruin your life. I will not allow you to ruin my life along with yours. For me to stay it will only be under the condition you are my slut and I am your Sir, because you must have someone look after you. I promised Pops I would take care of you, but he also told me that will only be possible if you allow me to take care of you. So make your decision carefully, your life could very well depend on it.”
I knew everything Jay was saying was true, I did need to decide. Even though I was almost certain this is what I wanted, I needed think about what I did last night, how close I came to losing everything in my life that I love. I answered “Yes Sir” and with that any sign of light coming around the mask was gone, Jay turned out the light and shut the door. I was left alone, so alone.
Every once in a while, I could hear Jay stirring around in the basement but for the most part it was quiet, just me and my thoughts; thoughts of my childhood how Dad had took care of me. Thoughts of getting pregnant by Frank, how bad he treated me, yet I stayed, through the abuse; how Dad had come one day and got me and Jay when Jay was only two. How Dad had threatened Frank if he ever saw him near Jay or I again, he would kill him, and his body would never be found. How Dad and I had leaned on each other when Mom died, and how with Mom gone, in order for Dad to take care of me, Dad had to take control. He introduced me to the lifestyle of Dom and sub, he showed me how, if I was left to try to go through life on my own, I would be miserable putting my life and Jay’s life in danger. How after that point, I had very little to worry about, Dad was there for me, in any and all ways of my life. Thoughts of Jay growing up, Dad dying, me staying drunk last week, last night up to the point when Jay turned off the light and closed the door.
I am not sure how long I had been in the closet, but I was sure of my decision when I heard the door open. There was faint light at the edges of the blindfold. Jay released my wrists from the wall but didn’t remove the cuffs. The straps around my legs were removed and Jay helped me to my feet. I started to speak, to tell Jay my decision, but he stopped me telling me not yet. He led me out of the closet to what I guessed was the middle of Dad’s room. When we stopped, Jay turned me and told me to stand and not move.
Then he asked for the answer. “Does it end here, or do we continue.”
“Yes Sir, I have made my decision, I cannot live without you, last night reminded me of the mess I made of my life before Dad, and with Dad gone I need you, I cannot live without you. Sir, I want us to continue, I want us to learn and grow together. Also, your slut mom is ready to receive her punishment.”
From the tone in Jay’s voice I could tell he was pleased, he spoke with confidence, the same confidence Dad spoke with when speaking as my Sir.
“Thank you slut, now we will begin; due to the nature of your disobedience, this punishment will be harsher than what will normally be necessary in the future. I don’t want you to think Sir will always be so harsh when administering punishment to his slut. Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes Sir, your slut is ready Sir.”
With the blindfold on I couldn’t see what Jay was doing, I could only hear his footsteps as he walked around me. Jay took one of my arms and suspended it straight out to my side with what must have been one of Dad’s pieces of rope. Then he did the same with the other, next he placed cuffs around each ankle, and pulled my feet apart spreading my legs, and tethered each ankle forcing me to keep my legs spread very wide. From the way I was bound I recognized where I was in the room, Dad had placed two posts in the center of the room with hooks for this purpose. I had been in this position before. It placed me out in the open, both sides of my body exposed, and vulnerable to any type of punishment Sir chooses.
Jay’s footsteps went behind me, and I felt the tassels of Dad’s cat-o-nine tails being flickered across my shoulders, then down my back. He moved to the front and repeated the same there. My nipples quickly grew erect from the sensation. When hard my nipples are the size of the end of my little finger, and stick out about three fourths of an inch. In college I earned the honor of being one of the few girls who could successfully hang four CD disks on each nipple. I heard Jay gasp, I knew he had never seen his mom’s nipples this way before.
Jay continued to trail the tassels down each leg. Then, I felt a light swat between my legs from the front, I couldn’t help but moan as my cunt instantly became very wet. Another soft swat followed by another, I hunched my hips forward wanting more, then swats to my tits, just hard enough to heighten the sensitivity of my skin, it felt good, very good.
I groaned, when Jay stopped and I heard him walking away, he soon returned and I felt the familiar strands of the flogger brush my ass. I knew the strands of the flogger were stiffer than the tassels of the cat-o-nine tails, which most likely meant more force, and I was correct when the first strike hit my ass. Due to the flexibility of the strands, it still wasn’t extremely painful, but I certainly felt them stinging my soft flesh. Jay continued with strikes from each side and he quickly developed a back and forth rhythm, my ass soon starting to burn from the repeated contact from the flogger.
Then Jay stopped and I heard him walk around to the front. The strands of the flogger fell across my tits the tips stinging the already sensitive skin. Again a rhythm of strikes similar to those used on my ass, first my right tit then the left. He had every nerve ending in my tits on fire. When jay stopped striking my tits, I was fully expecting the next thing I would feel was the flogger hitting my cunt, but I was surprised when I felt Jay’s fingers tugging on my nipples. He pulled my very sensitive, very erect nipples out and placed a clothes pin on each one, making sure my nipple was securely trapped by each pin, the he resumed striking my tits, the swings hitting the pins causing them to tug and pull my nipples.
Oh fuck, this was the beginning of an all too familiar feeling, the pleasure and pain. Dad was the first I experienced this with, I remembered in the beginning I was scared but then surprised that the intense pain of pins on my nipples sent shivers down my body, accumulating in my clit. Dad had said he knew I would enjoy this, and I needed it due to the abuse I put up with from men, especially Jay’s dad, and Dad told me that he knew, if I didn’t get it my subconscious would take me out searching to satisfy this need. Dad couldn’t have been more correct and thankfully Jay was now willing to fulfill that need.
I could feel juices starting to leak from my cunt, and run down my thighs; at first I felt embarrassment, embarrassed that my son was discovering this side of his mom, but I was thankful Jay was willing to step up and take Dad’s place.
The strikes to my tits were getting harder, until Jay delivered two swings, each popping the pin off a nipple. Fucking HELL! That hurt so fucking bad yet so fucking good, my knees buckled and for a few seconds I hung there by my arms. My cunt spasmed, I moaned loud and almost came from the feeling of blood rushing back into my nipples. Since the punishment started Jay hadn’t spoken, the only sounds being the instruments striking my body.
“Did my slut cum? Don’t cum slut; you haven’t earned the privilege yet!”
“No Sir, my orgasm is building, getting close; but no Sir, your slut didn’t cum, Your slut knows she isn’t to cum during punishment unless she is given permission.”
“Very good my horny slut”
Now came what I had expected earlier, the strands of the flogger swinging hard between my legs, stinging my swollen cunt lips, causing my knees to go weak again. Damn, how did Jay know exactly what to do, Dad must have left very good, very detailed instructions for Jay; he was almost as good as Dad. I was getting oh so very close to cumming. I could feel my juices being splashed on my thighs, ankles and feet with each swat of the flogger on my cunt. My moans now turning to mild screams, the strands of flogger biting my cunt but feeling oh so fucking good, I was pulling at the restraints, twisting my body from side to side. I didn’t know how much more I could stand.
Jay must have sensed this too, because he stopped. When I heard him walk away I yelled “Sir, no! More please, more, your slut’s cunt is so wet and turned on, your slut needs to cum Sir.”
“You will cum when I say you cum, this is punishment remember. I decide what happens next, if I decide you haven’t learned your lesson, you may not get to cum at all.”
“Yes Sir, as you wish Sir, I am yours. Slut trusts Sir to give slut what she needs and deserves.”
There was no answer as Jay walked back stopping behind me. I felt a piece of leather rubbed across my ass, I knew all too well what this was, it was Dad’s short piece of barber’s strap, similar to a flexible leather paddle. It was a fairly thick piece of flat leather about four inches wide. This instrument along with a few others was used to deliver the most severe punishment. As expected, a hard smack landed across my right ass cheek.
“What do you say slut?”
“One! Thank you Sir may I have another?”
A smack of leather to my left ass cheek and again I was asked what I was to say; again I answered.
“Two! Thank you Sir may I have another?”
This repeated over and over until my counting reached ten, then Jay stepped in front of me, dragged the edge of the strap against my nipples. This caused sensations of excitement to return to my cunt, the need to cum had subsided a bit due to the pain from the strap.
“Has slut had enough? Does my slut still need to cum?”
“Yes Sir, slut has had enough, and yes Sir, your slut still needs to cum.”
“Pops said you would say you’ve had enough, but he also told me I needed to test you to make sure, he said I would be able to tell, he said I needed to make the decision when slut has had enough.”
“Yes Sir, my Sir knew I am weak, and Sir always knew when I needed more, and could take more. Thank you Sir, may I have another?”
Jay moved back around me, the smack of the leather to my right ass cheek now burning like hell.
“Eleven! Thank you Sir may I have another?”
Smack! My left ass cheek burning to match the right.
“Twelve! Thank you Sir may I have another?”
“Thirteen! Thank you Sir may I have another?”
“Fourteen! Thank you Sir may I have another?”
With the last two smacks my body broke out in sweat, I was feeling real pain in my ass. I felt as though if I was struck one more time, blood would pour from my ass cheeks. I knew there would be bruises and sitting at work next week would be difficult, but for some reason, thinking back the past week and last night, I still felt I deserved more for what I had done to Jay. Tears flowed down my face, not only tears of pain from the burning in my ass but tears of pain for hurting Jay like I did.
I hadn’t heard Jay walk away, but when he returned he wiped my tears with a cool damp cloth, it felt so good, so loving. Jay even softly kissed me. The tears poured. Jay wasn’t prepared for this reaction and I knew this wasn’t something Dad could describe to him. I heard concern in Jay’s voice.
“Mom, are you ok?”
“Yes, Sir, your slut mom is ok, I just love you so much. Thank you for taking care of me. And Sir, forgive me for correcting you, but here it is slut or slut mom remember, here I am not simply mom.”
“Your right slut mom, I was just, I mean, I was afraid I had really hurt you?”
“No Sir, you didn’t hurt me, your slut deserved all the punishment she received and more. Thank you Sir for showing mercy to your slut. Slut mom knows it could have been much worse, and probably should have been much worse after what I did last night. Of all the men I could have betrayed you with, slut betrayed you with the worst possible man, the asshole that hurt both of us. Except for the wonderful son he gave me, he has only brought pain and suffering.”
Jay pulled the blindfold off, put a hand on each side of my face, pulled my lips to his and kissed me. Not the way a son kisses his mom, but a kiss expressing a deepest love two people can share. He moved to release my ankles, then my wrists. He pulled me to him hugging me tight. I pressed my face against his chest and hugged him back best I could, my arms weak from being suspended.
“Come with me slut, punishment is over, we both have learned from this experience. I think you now know better what is expected of you and who you are to come to when you are hurting.”
“Yes Sir, I have learned that I am to come to you, you are my Sir now and it is you who will take care of me. Thank you Sir.”
Jay wrapped my body in a towel as the sweat from the intense punishment dried I was starting to feel chilled. He led me up from the basement, stopped in the kitchen to pour me a glass of tea from the fridge, then led me upstairs to my, our bedroom. Jay pulled back the covers and helped me into bed, and then he undressed and joined me. He pulled me tight against him, and I assumed this was the end of our evening, even though my cunt still ached for attention from being so wet and turned on from the scene in the basement; I would have been satisfied to have drifted off to sleep, safe in my Jay’s arms.
But Jay wasn’t finished, his hands began to caress my back, and his lips found mine, soft loving kisses. Not demanding kiss by any means, just Jay letting me know he is here for me, he still loves me despite my mistakes. I breathed deep and sighed, moaning into his mouth. My body was responding to Jay’s gentle caresses, my nipples hardened, my wet cunt got even wetter. Jay was whispering sweet loving words to me, telling me how he loved his slut, how proud he was that she was his, how grateful he was of the gift of herself, her trust, her complete submission to him. He told me he hoped that along with her submission, slut mom was willing to help him grow and be the Dominant they both could be proud of. Jay’s lips were sending shock waves through my body from my nipples to my drooling cunt. I needed this man in my life like I have never needed anyone before.
Jay surprised me when he rolled me to my back and gently pushed my legs apart. He lay on my body gently biting and nibbling the red welts that slut had so rightfully deserved. Jay’s mouth was soft his caresses loving, he didn’t miss a welt, kissing each one as if to say He was sorry for punishing me but at the same time I knew that He couldn’t have let my actions go unpunished. Yes, my Sir showed me that he could do what was necessary to keep this slut in line and now he was showing me the pleasure that my loyalty and obedience could and would get me.
Jay’s mouth found my hardened nipple and sucked gently, teasing me and making me moan a little more. Then I felt his teeth softly scraping the nipple making my back arch and my hands closed over his head pulling him closer, wanting more of the closeness I was feeling. Jay was showing me how much he loved me. His teeth captured my nipple and held it firm as his tongue flicked the end, I felt what sounded like a loud growl being torn from my throat as my body tensed and twisted into his, needing to feel closer, ever closer to the man that could drive me to such extremes, he instinctively knew what I needed to feel.
Jay chuckled and asked, “Does my slut like that? “
“Yes Sir, yes your slut likes that very much, oh god you’re making me crazy with need Sir. I need you to make love to me Sir, please fill me, I need to feel your hard cock inside me, to feel your cock opening my cunt stretching me, filling me completely. Please Sir, please give your slut what she so desperately needs, please Sir fuck your slut.
Jay shifted his body and slid down, I felt him moving closer to my cunt, felt his mouth moving over the swollen sore lips of my cunt. His tongue slowly spreading the tender tormented lips apart and ever so lightly licking me from the bottom of my cunt to the clit, His hands never stopped caressing my body. Jay’s hands felt the welts he had put on me, and his gentle stroking of my body eased where the bites of the floggers and strap were continuing to sting, making me moan louder. His tongue teasing my clit coaxing it into his mouth then pulling his head back and letting it pop from his lips, my cunt was getting desperate for his swollen cock.
Jay crawled up between my open legs again kissing me with little barely there kisses on the way up. He put his teenage hands in mine and pushed them over my head, holding them there. I felt his cock brushing against my dripping cunt, my legs spread even wider wanting him to take me, god I needed his cock inside me so bad.
My son was going to show his slut mom how much he loved her. He wasn’t going to just fuck her and leave her, He was going to attend to her every need. He and he alone was going to satisfy every part of her body. Jay kissed me again as he started sliding his stiff cock into me.
He whispered “This cunt is mine and mine alone, my slut needs to remember who she belongs to, and the only time this cunt will be taken by another is if Sir approves or asks his slut to fuck someone else.”
I replied “Yes Sir, its your cunt Sir, you own this body, this heart and this mind, it is yours to do with as you choose when you choose. “
The answers must have pleased Jay for soon his cock was inside me moving slowly and deliberately, he was fucking me with all the tenderness of a sweet lover. His cock was so hard, I could feel the walls of my cunt spreading open from the head of his cock then closing around the shaft, my son was going to make his mom cum and cum hard.
“Please Sir please” I began to whimper, “can I cum, I don’t know how much longer I can stand this, please Sir allow your slut mom to cum, Sir please?”
Jay was breathing hard, his body rigid as I begged for release; his cock was twitching inside my cunt making it even harder not to cum. Suddenly Jay growled.
“Oh Fuck me, oh fuck, cum slut cum for Sir, cover my cock with your sweet cum… “
Our bodies began slapping together harder, faster, the tension built to where neither of us could control it.
“Yes Sir, yesssss, cum with your slut, cum and fill your slut mom’s cunt with the sweet reward it needs; fill me with your cum Sir, FILL ME! Oh fuck, cum Sir, cum now with your slut! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”
I felt the first hot spurts of Jay’s cum hitting the walls of my sensitive cunt, and it sent me over the edge giving me the release that my body had been crying out so long for. I screamed, I moaned and growled all at once, my body tightening against Jay and trying to twist and arch higher to grind my cunt onto him more. It was feeling so good to feel his cum being dumped into me.
Jay’s thrusts slowed and his body relaxed, we both lay gasping and fighting for air, the tension from the night before released from both of us. He rolled to his side and pulled me close, tucking my head into his neck, holding me. Sobs tore from my tight throat, I couldn’t stop crying.
Not sure what was going on Jay kept asking, “Mom, are you ok? Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong?” He was afraid he had somehow hurt me due to my uncontrollable sobbing.
“Oh Sweetheart, you have not hurt your slut mom. It is nothing you did wrong, its everything you have done right, you have shown me that you love me, that you will always take care of me, and will deal with my tendency to get into trouble; and now I can let Dad go, I can let him rest with Mom and know that I am safe with you, my wonderful loving son, my new Sir. “
I snuggled deeper into Jay’s embrace and let the warmth of his body, the sound of his heart lull me into a deep sleep.
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