Maid to Slave

“Come here, slave, and light my cigarette.”

I move over to the girl and do as I’m told.

“And get us some more beer. This party is just getting started. Right guys?”

Yes it was getting started. Visions of uncertainty filled my head. However, at the same time, my pussy was throbbing with excitement. I bring back the beers and deliver one to my husband, Tom, my son, Mitch, and my son’s new girlfriend, Alicia.

I had become accustomed to serving my husband. I had been doing that now for almost twenty years. Somewhere along the way, I should have known better. I had even asked my Mom for advice and she told me I should do whatever makes my husband happy. So I learned to accept the position that my husband put me in. A position of servitude to him, and total sexual submissiveness.

I was a virgin on our wedding night, and my new husband wasted no time changing that fact. I was so young and naïve and he was older than I was. I knew my only chance in the world was to find a man to take care of me and provide for me as my Father did for my Mother and me. I just never had any idea the price I would pay.

But to be honest, I did learn to enjoy myself. Only on a few occasions did Tom’s punishments seem a bit harsh and truly painful. Nevertheless, they were important lessons and I learned never to disappoint him. I’m sure some people would tell me my husband was abusive to me and in some way that may be true. On my second day of marriage, I ended up with my arms tied to the headboard while he whipped my ass with his leather belt, all because I wouldn’t give him a blow job. And I learned, because I have never refused to suck him off since.

Then came the night where he decided I should submit to our son. He had told me, and I said I didn’t want to do it. I was surprised and relieved when he didn’t punish me for refusing his request. Little did I know I wasn’t.

The following week he had tied me naked to a table in the basement, something that he had done before when he was in that type of mood. He had gagged me with a ball gag, which was smart on his part. As soon as I saw our son enter the room with my husband I began to yell and scream, or at least as best as I could.

My husband talked with my son about me as if I weren’t even there. I was so embarrassed and humiliated. I stopped trying to scream my objections and just lay there with tears rolling from my eyes. They both felt me up, my stomach turning when my son touched me. My husband took great joy in showing our son how to get me turned on, which to my further embarrassment I did.

“ Let me show you how she likes it,” Tom told Mitch.

He then pulled his pants down and stroked himself a couple of times to make sure he was hard enough to enter me, and then he did.