SM Queen's Mother

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My name is Mike, and I'm 19 years old. The other protagonist of this story, my mother, has many names. Her name is Madonna (I can't exactly call her Mingxiu, haha), but her slaves call her Mistress, Queen, Goddess, Empress, Teacher, Madam, Lady… in short, she has many names. As for my father, I don't know where he is now. Maybe he's locked up in a cell, or maybe he's guarding the door. He's my mother's dog now.
Yesterday, my mother took in a few more slaves, who are still chained up in the cell. My mother just went in with a whip. Actually, my mother is a very sexy woman. I really can't understand why people are so afraid of her. Some people even spend tens of thousands of dollars to give her gifts just to get a chance to lick her heels. Others come as couples, kneeling at her feet and letting her whip them. The most amusing one was a car company owner who always gave Mom a car whenever he came. And when Mom inserted the heel of her stiletto heel into his anus, he felt like he was in heaven, and swore to be Mom's lifelong slave.
Today Mom was very happy and wanted to have lunch with me at the most luxurious Hilton Hotel. Oh! Mom's back.
Today Mom was wearing a black, high-waisted, corset-style tight leather skirt. Every piece of Mom's clothing was made of expensive genuine leather, and most of it was bought for her by the slaves.
"Mike, are you ready?"
"Ready, Mom, can we go now?"
Just then, a slave crawled in naked, lying at Mom's feet. Mom pressed his face down with her high heel, and his face began to contort on the ground: "Mistress, I have a request." Mom first lashed his back with a leather whip, and with a "crack," another red welt appeared on the slave's back. He began to excitedly wriggle his buttocks: "Mistress... please strike this slave's body hard! Thank you for your reward, Mistress!" He had to say thank you after each lash; this was his mother's queenly decree. No matter how painful it was, he was not allowed to cry out. He had to assume the most suitable posture for his master's training and sincerely express his gratitude; otherwise, he would face even harsher punishment.
His mother angrily swung the whip, striking hard. Soon, blood gushed from the slave's body, and his face began to change from excitement to pain, yet he still softly said thank you after each lash. After a while, his mother threw the whip on the ground and stomped her foot. The slave, understanding the situation, took the whip in his mouth and wiggled his buttocks. His mother kicked him to the ground, pressed her foot against his back, and shoved the whip handle into his anus.
The slave excitedly kowtowed to his mother, softly calling out, "Thank you, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!"
His mother scolded, "You lowly slave, your master is granting you a favor. You can ask your master to use your credit card, do you hear me?" she demanded sternly.
"Oh, thank you for your kindness, Master. I'll bring it to you right away." The slave excitedly crawled away, and a moment later, he knelt before his mother with the credit card in his mouth. His mother took the credit card, jabbed his face with her heel, and commanded, "Lowly slave, you can go back now." The slave obediently crawled towards the dungeon.
In this way, his mother solved the lunch problem. She really had a way of making her slave happy while enjoying life herself. I took the credit card and looked at the signature: Mr. White! Oh my god! Could this be the president of Chase Bank, whom everyone respects? I never expected this!
Arriving at the Hilton Hotel, my mother and I began our meal. A moment later, a well-dressed gentleman in his fifties walked in, stood beside my mother, bent down, and softly asked, "Excuse me, are you Mrs. Madonna?" My mother glanced at the gentleman and nodded.
Then I witnessed an astonishing scene: he immediately knelt before my mother's legs. Only then did I realize that he was none other than our district councilor—the infamous Wallace! Wallace lay prostrate on the ground, staring intently at my mother's high heels.
"What are you doing?" my mother's voice was somewhat stern.
"I...I want to ask Mrs. Madonna to be my queen and take me as your slave."
Mother placed a foot on his head and asked, "How much do you want me? I need an absolutely loyal slave. Can you do that, my sir? Answer me immediately!"
Wallace raised his head and said earnestly, "I want to be Mrs. Madonna's slave forever. I am prepared to accept all the rewards Mrs. Madonna gives me! Please accept my request, Your Majesty!"
Mother glanced at me, then pressed Wallace's head to the floor. "Very well, but you just looked directly at the Queen's sacred body without her permission. You must accept the Queen's punishment for this. Go and buy a whip and a leash. I will punish you here."
"Yes, Your Majesty, the slave you need has been brought." She opened her purse and took it out. This old man seemed to have been prepared all along.
Mother began to give orders: "Take off your coat and put only on your leather vest and leather shorts."
"Oh, Your Majesty...here." He was probably afraid the servants would see his disgraceful state.
"Yes, right here. The Queen is about to begin your punishment. After you change your clothes, bring me the whip and the leash, do you hear me?" Mother scolded loudly.
Wallace obediently changed his clothes and brought the whip and leash. Mother picked up the whip, and it fell on his body again and again.
Perhaps his mother used too much force, for he groaned, "Ah... Queen... Ah... Oh..."
His mother increased the force of the whip, kicking his face, "You lowly slave, remember, the Queen forbids you from making a sound. Also, after each time the Queen bestows a whip, whisper 'thank you,' understand?"
"Yes, thank you for the Queen's grace. Thank you!"
After a few more lashes, his mother put a dog skin noose around his neck and tied the dog leash to the table leg, commanding, "You lowly slave, clean the dust off the Queen's shoes. If I find even a speck of dust later, you will spend the night outside the Queen's door. Begin!"
He held his mother's shoes in his hands and began to clean her high heels with his tongue, while his mother and I ate lunch, chatting and laughing. After lunch, his mother walked ahead, holding the dog leash, with Wallace crawling behind her. Amidst the pointing and hissing of the crowd, we left the Hilton Hotel.
In the car, Wallace knelt before his mother's feet, and the training began.
"You lowly slave, from this moment on, you are the Queen's personal slave. Tell me, what do you want?" the mother demanded sternly.
Wallace lowered his head and whispered, "I wish the Queen..."
*Crack!* The mother lashed out with her whip, striking him hard on the back. Wallace was startled and looked up timidly, saying, "Thank you... Queen, what did I do wrong?"
The mother lifted his chin with the whip: "Remember, before the Queen, you cannot have any hopes, only obedience." She lashed him again. "You lowly slave, do you understand?"
"Yes, thank you for your teachings, Queen. I am willing to obey all that the Queen has bestowed upon me."
"Very good, kneel down!" The mother put away the whip, and Wallace obediently knelt at her feet. The mother lifted her foot, pressing his head down with her high heel, and began to announce the Queen's decrees: "First, you can never move freely before the Queen; everything must be approved by the Queen."
"Second, the Queen's words are commands; absolute obedience is required."
"Third, the slave's body belongs to the Queen and is at her disposal."
"Fourth..."
"Tenth, I voluntarily become the Queen's lifelong slave, and obey her commands at any time." Mother pressed down hard with her heel, Wallace's head swaying under the pressure. "Have you remembered all of that?" Mother asked in a seductive voice, the heel digging into his face.
"Yes...yes...Queen...please...ah...yes, yes."
"Alright, sign your name and put your fingerprint on this." Mother tossed the printed contract to the ground, raised her foot, and tapped the carriage floor with her heel.
Wallace picked up the pen, his hand trembling with excitement. "Thank you for the Queen's approval." He signed his name, his hands covered in ink, and pressed it onto the contract. Then he raised both hands high, "Please, Queen... accept this." He pleaded excitedly.
Mother smiled with satisfaction, took the contract, put it in her purse, then grabbed the dog leash and pulled Wallace to her knees. "You lowly slave, start dreaming. It will come true soon."
Wallace's face was flushed, his eyes shining. "Thank you, Queen, thank you, Queen..."
After arriving home, Mother tapped Wallace's head with the whip. He understood and climbed down from the carriage, kneeling outside the door. Mother placed her foot on his back and stepped off him. Holding the dog leash, Wallace was a little slow as he climbed the steps, and Mother gave him a few more lashes.
When I crawled into the living room, Wallace was already covered in sweat. Mom had taken off her leather skirt, leaving her in only black fishnet stockings and a tight black corset; her fair skin looked even more alluring against the black backdrop. Today, Mom wasn't wearing underwear. I dared not look any longer and went to my room.
"Mike, can you come to the torture chamber with Mom?"
Mom's seductive voice came. I turned my head, and Mom's snow-white breasts were right in front of me. "Oh, Mom, I'm willing," I answered without hesitation.
When Wallace heard that I was going too, he said, "Your Majesty, can Mr. Mike not go?"
Mom turned around, grabbed a leather whip, and lashed it across his body. "You lowly slave, do you dare disobey the Queen?" The whip cracked loudly. Wallace was so frightened that he didn't dare move, still politely whispering "thank you."
His mother led him to the torture chamber, its walls painted blood-red and covered with various instruments of torture. Wallace undressed, and his mother made him sit in a chair, handcuffing his wrists to the chair. Because the chair was made of iron, even with his strength, he couldn't break free. His mother then spread his legs and locked his ankles. Wallace's face began to light up with excitement, and his penis became erect.
His mother smiled with satisfaction, praising him in a seductive voice, "That's good, such a big thing!" She pinched the glans with one hand and rubbed his testicles with the other, making his penis even more erect under her caresses. Wallace couldn't help but moan softly, "Thank... thank you, Queen... oh... Your Majesty... thank you..."
"The Queen likes your penis, does it feel good?" his mother asked, moving her hand with hers.
"So comfortable... Thank you for your grace, Queen... Oh..."
"Such a big cock, the Queen loves it so much... Goodness..." Mother played with his cock, stimulating his hearing with seductive voices, leaning over, her snow-white breasts swaying back and forth in front of Wallace's eyes. After a while, his cock trembled, "...Oh... Queen... I can't take it anymore..." Just as he was about to ejaculate, Mother wrapped the rope around his cock and pulled hard with
both hands, blocking the semen in his testicles. Wallace cried out in pain, "Ahhh... Ahhh, Queen... Ahhh..." Seeing him cry out, Mother pulled even tighter, her voice becoming stern: "Shut your mouth, thank the Queen for her love!" Wallace's cock turned purple under the tight rope, his testicles swelled, and with each cry, Mother added more force, resulting in even more excruciating pain. Sweat beaded on his face, and eventually he dared not cry out anymore, only letting out soft moans: "Thank you, Queen... oh... thank you..." Completely subjugated by his mother's hands, pain seemed to have turned into pleasure, "oh... oh... thank you, Queen..."
Seeing his obedience, his mother became excited, pulling back and forth with both hands, her smooth buttocks swaying. As she bent over, I even noticed that her vagina was flowing with vaginal fluid.
My eyes began to linger on his mother's buttocks. His mother turned around and discovered my secret, but instead of scolding me, she kept sticking her buttocks out. My penis grew bigger without me realizing it. Was she teasing me?
His mother played with his penis for a while, then put an iron chastity belt on him. The iron covered his penis, and the two testicles were tied together with a rope, revealing two red fleshy balls. "You lowly slave, the Queen wants you to remember, from now on your penis belongs to the Queen. You must guarantee its chastity, do you understand?"
"Yes, I do," Wallace replied happily.
"Now, we'll test your endurance first, and wait for the Queen to return." After saying that, Mom turned back to me and said, "Mike, come to my bedroom."
Walking behind Mom, I was filled with anticipation. Her beautiful legs encased in stockings and her plump, round buttocks stimulated my senses. Coupled with her irresistible swaying, my penis was already bulging in my pants.
"Mike, are you excited?" Good heavens, I didn't expect her to be so direct. "Mom, I..." I covered my penis with my hands. "My child..." Mom pushed my hands away and squeezed my penis. "Don't be afraid, I won't do that to you. Tell me, are you excited?"
"Yes, Mom, I'm so sorry..."
"No need to apologize. Seeing you excited makes Mom happy. It means you've grown up."
"But..."
Mom pressed her breasts against my front, her white breasts forming a deep cleavage. She said to me in a mysterious voice, "No buts, child. Take it out and let Mom see if it's big enough." I was too nervous to move. Mom's actions just now still made me shudder. Mom pulled out my belt, pulled down my pants, and my penis bumped against her belly. Mom reached out and grabbed it: "It's big, isn't it, child? Tell Mom what you're thinking right now." "Mom, I don't dare to say." I lowered my head and answered softly.
"You want to sleep with Mom? Answer me!" Mom's voice suddenly became stern, and her grip tightened. Her grip was really strong; my penis hurt slightly. "Oh...yes, Mom!" I shouted loudly.
"That's my good boy. Come on, let me teach you..."
Mom pushed me onto the chair and pressed my penis down with her knee. "Tell me, do you want it?" A piercing pain shot through my penis. "Oh, Mom, I don't like your occupational hazard. It hurts so much!"
"I'm sorry," Mom lowered her thighs. "Mom didn't want this. Come on!" As she spoke, her vagina encased my penis. "Mike, does it feel good?"
"Very... good! Thank you, Mom... oh..."
"Come on, suck Mom's nipples. I want to have a good time with you..."
"Mmm... suck harder... mmm..."
...
I discovered Mom's secret. After training her slave, she was filled with lust.
When I woke up, Mom was still holding me. Her thighs, clad in black fishnet stockings, were wrapped around my waist, and her two white, round breasts gently pressed against me. I couldn't help but put my hands on them and caress them. Her nipples gradually hardened. Mom woke up. "My child, are you thinking about this again?" Mom pinched my face with her hands.
"Yes, Mom, I was so happy last night." I continued to rub her nipples.
Mom reached down to my crotch: "Your thing is hard again, good boy, want to fuck Mom?" She put on her hand.
"Oh, yes, Mom."
Mom kneaded my testicles a couple of times, then rolled over and straddled me, her buttocks sinking down, my penis parting her labia and being enveloped by her wet vagina: "Oh, Mom, I love you so much, oh..."
Mom placed her hands on my chest, thrusting her hips while looking down at me and asking, "Mike, my child, say what you want to say out loud, oh... your penis is so hard..." Mom's movements gradually quickened.
"Your Majesty, the meal is ready. Now..." A male slave crawled in. He was the best chef in the city and one of Mom's most loyal slaves. Seeing Mom and me, he lowered his head in fear, unable to continue. "Your...Mistress...I'm sorry..." He put his hands on the floor, his head hitting the floor.
"Bring me the whip!" Mom commanded, still looking at me.
"Mom, I...we..." My interest was interrupted, and I wanted to get up and get dressed.
"Don't talk. Don't you want some excitement?" Mom said excitedly.
The slave crawled in with the whip in his mouth, kneeling by the bed. Mom picked up the whip and lashed it at him. He trembled as he accepted Mom's punishment. "Thank you, Your Majesty...Thank you
, Your Majesty..." The whip cracked, leaving red welts on his back. With each lash, Mom's face became increasingly alluring; she was enjoying this game.
"Alright, you wait here." The slave obediently lay down on the ground. Mother put down the whip, lay on top of me, and looked at me, saying, "Child, let's begin to enjoy ourselves!"
"Mother... I can't..." Although the slave dared not raise his head, I couldn't let go.
Mother angrily got off me and vented her anger on the slave, the whip landing heavily on his body: "You lowly slave, the Queen will beat you to death!" Mother roared loudly. After beating for a while, the slave's body was covered with whip marks. Mother was a little tired: "Now go prepare, the Queen wants to eat." After saying that, she kicked him hard with her heel. The slave endured the pain and escaped to the kitchen.
After we finished eating, Mother, as usual, inspected the torture chamber. Several slaves who had to work thanked her and left. Two of them were only locked in the torture chamber for one night. I really can't imagine what satisfaction they could get. After a night of confinement, Councilor Wallace was completely submissive. He knelt at Mother's feet, washed his high heels again, and then took his leave.
Today's appointment was with a man named Tom. His resume showed he was a college student, only nineteen years old, my age. His application stated he'd been involved in feminist movements for five years. What kind of boy would he be?
When he arrived, I was surprised. He was a very handsome young man, half a head taller than me, with slightly curly hair, and looked full of energy. My mother was also excited, pointing at him with her high heels; she always seemed to pay special attention to handsome men.
The boy knelt before my mother, his hands on the floor: "You must be Madonna." My mother placed her feet on his head and pressed down hard, his mouth pressed against the floor: "You… um… um…" My mother pressed harder and harder, and he gradually found it difficult to speak.
"Don't call me 'Madam,' call me 'Queen,' understand?" His face was pressed flat on the ground. "Yes, Queen, yes, Queen..."
Mother put her foot down and used the tip of her shoe to lift his chin. "Looks like you need some discipline. Come with me." Mother's eyes gleamed with excitement as she turned to me and said, "Mike, you come with me too."
"Okay, Mom." Not knowing what Mother would do with the boy, I happily stood up.
"You kneel down!" Perhaps because he hadn't been trained, Tom stood up and walked forward. Mother kicked him in the genitals. "Ouch! Yes..." He clutched his groin in pain and knelt down stiffly.
"Crawl behind the Queen, and hurry up!" Mother shouted the order.
Tom didn't dare to delay. He crawled forward with his legs clamped together, large beads of sweat on his face, but there was a satisfied expression on his face. Clearly, he was excited too.
Upon arriving at the torture chamber, Mama sat in a chair and ordered Tom to strip naked and kneel before her. Turning around, she placed a dog skin noose around his neck. Holding a whip in one hand and the leash in the other, she pressed the whip handle against his face: "Tell me, what are you now?"
"I am your slave, you are my queen!" Tom said devoutly, his hands behind his back.
"Very good!" Mama struck his head with the whip handle: "I hope you remember that all the queen's orders must be obeyed, and you must sincerely thank the queen for her discipline, and you must not shout..." Mama continued to strike him while reciting the queen's decrees: "...If you remember all of this, we will begin."
Tom lay prostrate on the ground, his head pressed against the floor: "Please...Queen, begin...discipline!"
"You lowly slave, can't you wait?" Mama chuckled, removing her clothes until she was only wearing a black corset, her breasts protruding even more under the pressure of the leather. Mother, pulling on the chain, dragged Tom to the crossed iron bars. Tom spread his legs, his ankles locked to the bars, and then she pulled his arms up, securing them with buckles. After doing all this, Mother turned to me and said, "Take off your clothes, my child."
"Mother, you want to…" I awkwardly backed away. "Come over here, Mother just wants to see your reaction." Mother was seeking stimulation, and this idea also attracted me. I walked to Mother's side, a strange feeling rising within me.
Mother took off my clothes and flicked my glans with her finger: "I want to see the change here. Stand here and watch!"
"Okay, Mother."
Mother picked up two clamps and lifted Tom's head with her hand: "Little slave, let's test your endurance first." After saying that, she clamped the clamps onto his small nipples. "Ahhh… ahhh…" Tom shouted loudly, but Mother was unmoved. Instead, she flicked the clamps with one hand and covered his mouth with the other: "Don't shout!" Mother warned him sternly. Tom blinked and understood.
Mom released his grip, and Tom, amidst the pain, succumbed to pleasure: "Thank you, Queen, thank you for your grace..." Mom laughed happily: "You learn quickly. As long as you obey, the Queen will reward you even more." Tom nodded knowingly: "Please, Queen, train me as you please, thank you..." As he said this, I noticed his penis gradually hardening.
Mom swept his penis with the whip, encouraging him: "Hmm, such a strong penis. The Queen will train it specially. Do you want to?" The penis grew even stronger under the whip's sheath. "Yes, please hurry, Queen..." Tom panted excitedly.
Mom stroked his penis back and forth with her hand. "Such a strong thing. Does this training feel good?"
"Yes, Queen... please hurry..."
"Alright!" Mom turned and picked up a gag, putting it over Tom's face. "Your... Queen..." "Open your mouth wide!" Mom commanded: "You need this so you won't disturb the Queen's enjoyment." With that, the red gag filled Tom's mouth.
"Mike, bring the candles!"
Not knowing what Mom was going to do, I grabbed two large red candles and handed them to her. Mom lit the candles and held them up in front of Tom's eyes. Tom's eyes held a mixture of fear and anticipation as he nodded. "Looks like you like it." Tom nodded again. "Very good!" Mom smiled, grasped his penis in her hand, and rubbed it a couple of times. Hot wax dripped onto his shaft, and Tom's body began to writhe.
"Does this feel good?" Mom looked up at Tom, whose face was already covered in sweat. He shook his head. "Alright then, since you like it, you have to keep it hard. That's an order, understand?" With that, she dripped more wax.
Tom shook his head frantically, and Mom laughed happily, dripping wax onto his penis again and again.
My mother, with her back to me, had her buttocks sticking out. Her crotch was wet, and her fair, tender buttocks parted wide at times, her brown anus opening and closing. My mother carefully adjusted the angle, and Tom's penis, coated with a thick layer of wax, surprisingly remained erect.
With each drop, my mother would glance at me, and my penis, without my noticing, also hardened, an indescribable desire burning within me. My mother seemed to ignore my penis's pleas, continuing to move her alluring body, calmly dripping the candle wax.
"Mike, how do you feel?" Mom turned her buttocks towards me, her thighs spread wide, her pink little hole gently clenching. I almost ejaculated. "Oh... Mom, I can't say."
"Are you excited?"
"..." I didn't know how to answer.
Mom lit another candle, holding Tom's penis in her hand. "Little slave, remember, keep it level!" Then she stuck the candle straight on it.
Tom seemed numb, nodding politely, the red glow of the candle on his penis making him lose himself in another world.
Mom pushed me into a chair. "Now it's our turn, isn't it, my child?"
"Oh... yes, Mom!"
Mom put her glove on my penis, looking directly at me and said, "Were you excited just now?"
"Oh... oh... a little... Mom, come on up... oh oh..." My penis was held tightly by Mom, gradually swelling in her hand.
Mom pressed her penis against my lower abdomen, looking at me seductively: "Would you like to play a game with Mom?" Mom pulled her penis up forcefully.
"Wh...what game..." I was already aroused by her teasing and couldn't hold back anymore, I just wanted her to come on top of me quickly.
"Perhaps you need something else." Mom walked to the corner of the torture chamber and came over with a bag containing things she often used to train slaves.
"Mom...I don't want...I just want you..." I was a little scared. Mom had many methods, what did she want to do?
Mom put the bag aside, spread her legs and sat on my lap: "Don't be afraid, maybe you'll like it." She casually picked up a leather collar and put her hands around my neck: "Come on, my child, put this on first." I looked blankly, my neck felt a little tight, and my breathing became rapid.
Mom skillfully fastened the leather buckle, picked up the metal ring on the strap with her index finger, and said to me with her face close to mine, "After you put this on, you'll belong to Mom alone. Mom wants to have you forever. Do you agree?" Mom rubbed her breasts against my chin, her bright red nipples constantly stimulating me.
"Of course I agree, Mom... I'm willing... please..." I reached my hands towards Mom's buttocks, stroking her smooth flesh, trying to get her to put it on quickly.
Mom moved my hands away and said softly, "Child, you can't touch Mom's body without Mom's permission, remember?"
I couldn't not touch her, so I wrapped my arms around her again: "Mom, I can't... I need you..."
Mom smiled helplessly and pulled on the metal ring: "Alright then, but next time it won't be so casual." After saying that, she put her hand on my penis again, teasing the glans with her fingers: "It seems you like this way, look how hard it is."
"Mom... please don't touch me anymore, I want you... your body... oh..." I pulled Mom's buttocks.
Mom seemed to enjoy my anxious look, continuing to rub slowly: "Now say what you want to say, tell Mom loudly."
"Oh... Mom... I want you to put it on quickly."
Mom's hands tightened even more: "Child, there's something wrong with what you said, maybe you need something stronger." Saying that, she reached her hand into the bag again.
"Oh... no... please Mom, please put it on quickly."
Mom laughed: "You learn quickly, can you make Mom hear you even more clearly?" Mom's hands gradually quickened.
Feeling that I was about to ejaculate, I shouted loudly: "Please Mom, please put it on quickly, Mike needs you..."
Tom heard my shout, his eyes widened, his penis trembled, the wax almost smearing his penis.
"Very good," Mom released my penis, spread her legs wide, her eyes full of temptation: "Hold your penis properly." I aimed at her vagina, and Mom slowly swayed her hips to swallow my penis into her vagina, which was already full of lustful fluid.
Mom placed my hand on her buttocks, moving it up and down with my movements: "How does it feel, Mom's good boy..."
"I feel so good, Mom, oh... your pussy is so tight..."
Mom sped up, moaning along: "Ah... good... good boy..." Her waist swayed back and forth, and my hands could barely support her.
"Oh... Mom... don't go too fast... I'm going to let go..."
Seeing my struggle, Mom slowed down, cupping my face in her hands: "Your stamina... isn't enough, Mom can't satisfy you like this. It seems you need help." Mom opened her bag and took out a pair of handcuffs.
"Oh... no! What are you going to do..." I pulled my hands out from behind her.
"Silly boy, don't be afraid," Mom put my hands back behind her buttocks, "that way you won't drop Mom." With that, she handcuffed my wrists. Now Mom was completely sitting in my lap, my handcuffed arms wrapped around her body. Mom shifted her body, my arms were stretched straight, and my wrists ached slightly.
"Slow down, okay? My hands might not be able to take it..."
"Your hands may hurt, but you'll feel more pleasure, right, Mom's good boy?" Mom started to thrust again, her right index finger hooking around my neck: "Now, would you mind calling Mom your queen?"
"Oh... Queen... You are my queen... Mom..." I was completely under Mom's control, but I felt a thrill I had never experienced before.
Seeing my reaction, Mom became excited too, staring straight at me and shouting: "You... really don't mind... Ah... Mom's son..." Mom shouted, her body moving violently.
"As long as I'm with Mom... Oh... Don't move, it's too intense..."
"Good son... Ah... Mom is so happy... Ah... Thrust upwards..." Mom pulled on the buckle around my neck, moving me like a horse, my hands hurt even more from Mom's buttocks, my neck swaying back and forth with her pull.
"Does it feel good... child... tell Mommy how it feels... ah... such a strong cock..."
"Oh yes... it's really exciting... my pussy is gripping... oh... thank you, Mommy..." I looked up at Mommy's face: "Oh... my queen..."
"Very good!... my little guy... thrust higher..."
I desperately responded to her pussy, Mommy held me in her arms, her big ass pounding down: "Ah... Mike... fuck me well... Mommy wants a lot..."
I licked Mommy's nipples, my hands tightly holding her body, and with the frequent thrusting, I was on the verge of collapse.
"Mommy...I'm going to cum...oh..."
"Good boy, cum inside...cum inside Mommy...ah...good boy..."
Mommy unlocked the handcuffs, got off me, and gently wiped the sweat from my body with a towel: "Mommy loves you, Mike, do you understand?"
"Thank you, Mommy, I'm really happy!"
At this moment, the candle on Tom's body was about to burn out. Mommy walked over, and Tom's eyes scanned Mommy's body, filled with sexual desire. Mommy removed the candle from his penis, rubbed his chest with both hands, and commanded word by word: "You are not allowed to tell anyone what you just saw, understand?"
Tom nodded vigorously, staring unblinkingly at Mommy's bare breasts. Mommy smiled and pulled on the buckle around Tom's neck: "Looks like you need something else." She turned around, picked up a thin leather whip, and lashed him hard.
After the last incident, my relationship with my mother took a new turn. In places with slaves, my mother was a majestic queen; but in our private world, our roles were complex—sometimes she was my slave, sometimes she was my queen.
Having learned from the previous experience, we no longer made love in front of the slaves to avoid a recurrence. My beautiful mother, however, would sometimes give the slaves a little stimulation while training them, such as licking their genitals or kissing their buttocks, which often enhanced our sexual pleasure.
Today was the weekend. After dinner, my mother released all the slaves. Her eyes told me that tonight was sure to be a spectacular weekend.
We first took a thorough shower, cleaning every part of our bodies so that we wouldn't have any problems touching them. Following my mother's suggestion, we didn't go to the bed but instead went to the torture chamber.
My mother made me sit on her queen's throne and kneel at my feet. "Mom, how do you want me to do you?" My mother didn't answer me, but stared hungrily at my unerect penis, her tongue tracing her red lips, her index finger picking at her nipple ring. "Why aren't you talking? Do you want some other stimulation?" Hearing my ambiguous threat, my mother's breathing became rapid, a sign of her arousal.
"Alright then, you slutty woman, come to my legs." My mother moved her legs, her beautiful eyes blinking as she glanced at me. My dear mother, you're so interesting. I hooked my index finger around her nipple ring, and my mother frowned. "Mike... could you pull a little softer? It hurts a bit down there." As she spoke, she grasped my hand.
"But it feels a little good, doesn't it?" I relaxed for a moment, then pulled forward again. Mom gripped my hand tightly. "Mai... it really hurts." I released my fingers from her nipple rings and crossed my arms over my chest. "Mom, you're cheating. We can't play like this anymore."
Seeing my serious expression, Mom grabbed my testicles. "Child, don't tease me. Your slutty mother needs your discipline." She placed my hand on her nipple rings again. "Whatever you want to do, it's up to you."
I tugged at her nipples. Mom's eyes told me of her expectation. I pressed her head between my thighs. "Now, make her hard. Teasing it with your slutty mouth."
Mom understood and lowered her head, enveloping my glans in her mouth, licking it with her tongue. My penis stood erect under her focused service. I excitedly grabbed her hair. "Slut, lick my testicles properly too..."
Her tongue slid down, and she used her right hand to pull my penis upwards, her teeth gently tearing at the foreskin. "Mmm... mmm... Master, does it feel good? Mmm..."
"You did a good job, looks like you're pretty good at this." I pulled on my mother's hair, put my legs on her back, and felt a tingling pleasure on my penis.
My mother used her right hand to stroke my penis, her tongue slowly moving down, her left hand reaching behind her to explore her anus, and then thrusting it in. My legs swayed slightly, and I pulled her hair up: "You slut, who told you to do this?"
My mother stroked my penis with one hand, her fingers pulling in and out: "Is this pleasurable, my... little master? Should I go in a little more?" As she spoke, my mother's fingers pressed against the glans, and her fingers pulled out.
"I want you to lie on the chair now, I want to fuck your cunt."
My mother knelt in front of me, her hands on the back of the chair, her snow-white buttocks sticking up. "Slap slap," I couldn't help but slap her plump buttocks. My mother understood what I meant, and spread her labia with her hands. Her tender little hole was already dripping wet. "Lift your ass up higher and slowly push it in yourself." I gripped her shoulders with both hands, her waist sank down, her buttocks naturally arched upwards, and her vaginal muscles gently twisted after enveloping my glans. My mother's wanton appearance captivated me, and I deliberately didn't let her in, saying with dissatisfaction, "Hurry up, if you can't get in, I'll start the punishment."
"Son... Master, I... I'm almost there..." She moved faster, her waist and hips undulating greatly, and her vaginal fluids dripped down. After several attempts, my penis was completely enveloped by her, and I turned to pull on her nipple rings, stimulating them with each thrust.
My mother's body worked hard with my movements: "Your big penis is going in so deep, Mommy owes her son's big thing to fuck her, oh... harder, pull harder... ah...!"
I pulled on her nipples while kneading her breasts. My mother's skin was very smooth, and her buttocks slapped against my body with a "slap slap" sound. After a few hundred hard thrusts, I pulled out of her. My mother cried out, "Ah... I want more, come in again."
Of course, I went in again. I straightened my penis and aimed it at her anus. Her buttocks, which were pushing back, hit me squarely, and my big penis went straight into her anus.
"Ah...good, good, it's so tight inside, oh...child...little master...ah...!"
I thrust wildly inside her. My mother turned her head and gasped, "Harder, fuck Mommy's asshole harder, you're such a good boy, ah...harder..."
I slapped her buttocks, her white bottom slightly reddened. "Oh...your asshole needs to be tight too, the tighter it is, the more comfortable I'll feel, squeeze tighter, oh...I love Mommy's asshole...oh..."
The torture chamber was filled with our joyful sounds. I held my mother's body tightly, meeting her thrusts and fucking her hard. Just before I ejaculated, I pulled out, my hot semen spraying onto my mother's back and buttocks. So good!
After resting for a while, Mom put on her leather underwear and teased the buckle around my neck with her fingertips: "Now you're mine. Get me the dildo, a long one..."
"Yes!" I ran to get what she wanted; if I was slow, Mom's discipline would be severe.
"Tie it to my lower abdomen." Mom put her hands on her hips, resuming her queenly demeanor.
I carefully got into position, and Mom pushed me to the ground: "Now lubricate it, lick it carefully!" After doing all this, Mom made me lie down and carefully cleaned my penis with water. She slowly inserted her fingers, moved them in and out a couple of times, then slapped my penis hard twice, straightened the position, and placed the rubber rod against my penis: "Child, get ready, the time for pleasure has come..."
(I will stop here. I personally dislike the above part, so I will use "penis" instead.) ...
It was truly a wonderful night; Mom and I both experienced the ultimate sexual pleasure.
If someone comes to America and sees a young man with a leather collar around his neck and chains on his wrists, that's probably me—those are the marks my mother has on me.
Similarly, if you see a sexy woman around 40 years old, and are lucky enough to see her nipple rings or gold bracelets on her ankles, that's probably my mother—my queen, my slave, my lover.

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