A Sex Slave Mother’s Initiation

I knelt meekly in front of my 18-year-old son with my hands behind my back in a submissive posture. I was trembling with nervous anticipation as my son looked down at my body with lust in his eyes.

“Mom, your body is always so sinfully erotic to me. You are like a goddess and a slut and a whore all rolled into one! My dad was so lucky to have had you as his wife and the mother of his children and I just love you so much, especially in this outfit. I think from now on you’re going to dress like this in a sexy French maid uniform. We will get you a whole new sexy wardrobe and I’ll pick and choose everything you wear from now on! And by the way, I don’t want you to wear any underwear when we go out anymore! I think you are so infinitely more alluring when I know you’re totally naked under you clothes in public places.”

“Whatever you say my son.” I agreed readily with elation and felt my pussy getting moist.

He picked up my dog collar then looked into my eyes intensely and said solemnly: “There is no going back once I put this around your neck.”

“Yes! I want to be your slave more than anything in in the world, my daring son!” I said trembling with emotion.

I even felt a little dampness in my eyes. I knew this was the defining moment for us as mother and son. Life will never be the same from now on. After my son tightened the dog collar around my neck and attached the dog leash to it, I was overcome by a particularly strong orgasm. My whole body was shaking with uncontrollable spasms. Profuse amount of pussy juice was pouring out of my vagina and running down my inner thighs. “Wow, I see that you really love to be collared and dog leashed, like a doggy bitch don’t you?” He asked me while looked down on my cum dripping pussy.

My face turned beet-red, and I bowed my head in deep shame. The amazement in my son’s voice made me even more embarrassed for cumming like a bitch in heat. Deep down in my heart, I always knew this was to be my destiny—to serve my own son, to be his sex slave.

“Lift you head, mom, I want to see how you look with the dog collar!” My son pulled on my dog leash and commanded.

I complied immediately.

“Mother, the dog collar is very becoming of you. You have a long and graceful neck; it’s made to wear a dog collar. Mom, from this moment on, I proclaim that you’re my sex slave! I’m you’re master, and I own you now!” After a poignant pause, he continued.

“As your master, I command you to wear a dog collar at all times! I’ll have to replace this old leather dog collar with a new one that could go under a shower so there will be no need for you ever to take it off. I think it would be a little wider, and of course a much more fashionable and stylish than this one. A custom-designed one that’s made out of dazzling silvery platinum. It could be closed with a lock, and fashioned to resemble a choker so that you can wear it when when we go out together. I might as well get you a dog tag to go with the new dog collar. On second thought, not quite a dog tag, but something refined for a beautiful classy Japanese slut like you. Yes, a gold pendant in the shape of a dog tag to hang from the front of the dog collar and down to the lovely hollow of your slender neck.”

While my son was talking, I got more and more excited and turned on, and more cunt-juice was leaking out of my pussy.

“I’ll engrave your name on one side of the pendant and my name on the other side. Wait, to be more specific, since the pendant symbolizes a dog tag and will be hanging from your dog collar, don’t you think it would be more appropriate to add in smaller letters, words like a pet’s name in front of your name and owner’s name in front of mine?”

Without waiting for a confirmation from me, he added: “Hey, I might even want to have our phone number put on your dog tag in case you got lost!” And laughed out loud.

“I only wish it’s possible for me to take you to a public place like the mall or a restaurant on a dog leash, so that everybody will know that you’re my pet!”

I knew this talk of a gold pendant and a custom-designed dog-collar made out of platinum was just all part of a game and play, but it was so hot! The inscriptions that my son wanted to engrave onto the

new pendant will leave no doubt on anyone’s mind that my son is my owner. I too wish my son could parade me in public places by leading me on a leash attached to my dog collar thus proclaiming his ownership of me to the whole world! The very thought that my own son intended to turn his own mother, at least symbolically, into his pet dog put me over the edge yet again, and before he even finished speaking, another wave of orgasms hit my extremely, emotionally stimulated body.

“Oh, my god, ….” I cried out in the midst of my orgasmic bliss.

“Mom, did you just cum again! What a slut! You want to become my sex slave, don’t you! You belong to me, and I own your lovely and sexy body! So, from now on I want you to address me as your master.”

I was shaking uncontrollably. My crotch area was soaking wet with my own pussy juices as my feminine cum juices secreted from my inner-most vaginal walls. My heart was bursting with joy. I looked up at my handsome son and answered him eagerly and respectfully.

“Yes, my master, I’m you’re sex slave, you’re my owner. You own me, body and soul. I’ll call you my master every time I address you, my darling son, my master.”

“You’re also my pet now, my very own doggy bitch, aren’t you?” My son asked possessively while tugging on my dog leash as if to stress the point and to demonstrate that I was indeed a collared and leashed doggy.

“Yes my master, I’m your pet. You’re my owner. I’m your doggy bitch slut from this moment on. You can do whatever you want to me and whatever you want with me.”

“Anything I want?”

“Of course, my master! I’m yours.”

From my kneeling position, I prostrated, bending my waist and touching my forehead to the ground in front of my son. A million thoughts ran through me. Will my son ever pimp me out, force me to work as a prostitute? Will my son start beating me just like my ex-husband used to do to me, even to the point of bleeding? I have always had this strong desire to be tied up and beaten. I craved the pain. I didn’t know if this was the result of the mind-alternating drugs that my ex-husband had forced me to take, or perhaps it was my naturally inclined masochist trait and submissive personality.

“You belong to me and no one else, you are mine forever! Understood? Well, maybe I will sell you when you’re old and ugly … You are such a slutty bitch, you probably really want you own son to be your pimp, aren’t you?”

I was shaking my head from side to side emphatically.

“Honey, I don’t want to have sex with other men. I only want you, my son, my master. Only you satisfy me. Only you complete me, my love, my lord, my master!”

Addressing my own son as my master came so natural to me, I was born to be his slave! And every time I said the words my master to my son, I felt a tingling thrill down my spine!

“That’s reassuring, however you have such strong sex drive, I’m afraid you may not be able to help yourself. Just to be on the safe side, I will just have to think of something to prevent you from going astray short of locking you up and throw away the keys!”

Before I tried to say something in defense of my fidelity and loyalty to him in spite of my wantonness and sluttish behavior, he continued:

“Mom, I love you very very much. I promise you I’ll try my very best to make you happy. I’m going to take real good care of you for the rest of our lives.”

Even though I was so overwhelmed with emotion and love for my beloved son, and tears of joy were brimming over my eyes and falling down my cheeks, I couldn’t help but feel concerned that my son would treat me too gently in the future. That was not what I wanted at all. I wanted to be treated like a slave! I craved being beaten and humiliated, just like what his dad had done to me.

“I love you too sweetheart, with all my heart. I hope that doesn’t meant you don’t want to beat your slave-mother anymore, my son, my master?” I asked in a worried tone.

He laughed out loud and said, “I do believe you are not only a slut but also a perverted pain slave! Oh yes, you’re going to get what you ask for! I’ll enjoy whipping your ass, slapping your breasts, and torturing your succulent pussy. I will do it with a whip or a cane. How would you like that?”

I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed my son to beat me up harshly. My perverted mind and body desired pain and torture!

“Oh God! Yes, my son, my master, please whip your slave mother!” I implored my son urgently.

My son becomes my Master

I shivered pleasurably the minute my son cupped my sensitive breasts in both of his hands. My breasts were overflowing in his hands. At first he was just caressing my creamy soft breasts tenderly; he massaged and kneaded them and it felt so good I started to moan and groan with desire. Then he started to squeeze my breasts; the soft pliant fleshy tissues of my breasts were squashed like sponges almost to the point of being ruptured. I cried out with pain as my body was rocked by another orgasm.

My son released one of my breasts, and used both of his hands to encircle the base of the other breast and started to constrict and tighten his grip more and more. The encircled breast seemed to inflate into a small reddish balloon! My erect pinkish nipple popped up from the top of my tormented breast like a sore thumb! Blood circulation to the breast was drastically reduced and my poor breast mound and my large and elongated nipple turned from deep red to purplish color after just a few minutes.

“Enough for your breasts now mother, next time I’ll use ropes to bind both of your breasts tightly, and you will suffer more and a lot longer too. I might even hang you up by your breasts! And if that’s not enough pain for you, my pain slut slave, I could even stick needles deep into your breasts and make pin cushions out of them. Right now, let’s focus on your delectable pink nipples. I have great plans for these pair of perky little darlings, and I think you’ll love them too.”

Holding a pair of pliers with his thumb and forefinger in each hand he gripped each of my erect pink nipples and pinched them really hard. I cried out from the searing pain.

“Mom, just as your elegant long neck is made for a dog collar, the size and length of your nipples are perfect for piercing and rings! A couple of gold rings in each of your nipples will be the perfect compliment for your dog collar and dog leash. They will be symbols of your enslavement.” He commented while stroking my throbbing tender enlarged nipples as if to soothe the pain from over-stretching them.

“You want to pierce my nipples, my master?” I asked in amazement. However, I didn’t feel any revulsion or distaste to the idea. Instead I wondered how my nipples would look pierced and sporting gold rings. Where did he get such ideas from?

“Not just your nipples, mom, I want to pierce and ring your pussy lips too.” My son said calmly before casually reaching between my soaking wet thighs. “Oh my god, It’s like a lake down here!”

I was so embarrassed my entire body was blushing. My son started to caress my puffy outer pussy lips, and my groin began to undulate and spill out more juices from my vaginal opening right onto my son’s hand.

“Wow, you’re such a slutty bitch mom! You literally cum in buckets.”

He brought his hand over his nose; after he took a deep breath to take in the heady aroma into his nostrils, he began to lick his hand clean of my pussy juice.

“Not only smells divine but taste delicious too!”

I was both embarrassed and proud at the same time that my son found my vaginal secretions so appetizing.

“Mmm . . . Mmmm . . . Good! Here Mom, have a taste of your own yummy pussy juice.”

Watching my own son drinking my pussy juices and the sweet aromatic taste of my own cunt juice in my mouth really turned me on. The stimulation of his fingers in my sensitive vaginal tunnel put me in a state of constant arousal.

My son wants to pierce my pussy lips.

My son grabbed hold of both sides of my puffy pink outer pussy lips with his fingers. He was lifting them, pulling and stretching my lips as if to test their resiliency. Then he was doing the same thing to my thinner and pinker inner pussy lips.

“Mom, you have very meaty outer pussy lips … I want to pierce and insert at least three rings on each side so that I can pull your pussy open by the rings. However, your inner pussy lips are little thin, and I don’t want to cause any damage to such pretty delicate lips. I might just put one or two small rings, may be a couple of diamond studs in them.”

He grasped a handful of my matted pubic hair and pulling really hard as if trying to yank them all out by the roots.

“Mother, I hate to shave all of your lovely pussy hairs off, but it has to go. I want a smooth and bald pussy to show off the rings. Mom, I bet you will look every younger and more beautiful with pigtails and a hairless pussy! You like what I planed for your pussy?”

Instead of embarrassed and humiliated or may be even outraged, the thought that my own son wanted to shave, pierce and ring his own mother’s pussy lips made me more excited than ever. I came again and again.

“Oh yes, my love, my master, I’ll love to wear your rings in my nipples and pussy lips. The rings are sure to make me look and feel more like your sex slave, my owner, my darling son.”

“Well-said my slave mother, but wait till you hear what I plan to do to your crown jewel, your joy button!”

I knew we’ll come to my clitoris sooner or later, it must be something really special since my son had avoided touching my “crown jewel” (as he put it) so far. My large blood engorged pink clitoris was protruding from its protective hood ever since my son put the dog collar around my neck. Since then, it was just getting larger and longer, and projecting out from the top of my almost enclosed puffy pussy lips. My son has no trouble locating and then clutching my distended love button with his thumb and forefinger.

“Mom, you have an exceptionally large beautiful clit already, but I intend to make it much bigger!”

He picked up and held up the same pair of pliers which he had used to abuse my nipples. Brandishing them in my face, he grinned at my horrified look and dived them between my crotch and applied them to my clit and he squeezed and pinched my ultra-sensitive clit harder and harder and kept asking me if I want more. Of course I wanted more, since I was my son’s a pain slut now, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

However, as my son used the hideous device of torture to pull on my clit more forcefully, stretching and twisting my clit like it was a rubber band, I screamed out in unbearable agony. My eyes were filled with tears of suffering and they were streaking down my cheeks like rivers. My entire body was shaking violently and my hips started bucking like I was riding a mechanical bull, but the more I bucked, the more painful it became and I started begging my son to stop.

When my son finally released the pliers, my poor, tormented clitoris was stretched almost to the point of snapping off from my pussy completely! It sprung back with such force that my clitoris turned into a painful flaming torch at the top of my pussy slit. The pain was excruciating, like I was being stabbed repeatedly by a knife. I shrieked out before I passed out on my son’s lap.

When I regained consciousness a minute or two later, I felt my son was soothingly stroking and caressing my painfully tormented clitoris just liked he did to my tortured nipples.

“Are you okay?” My son asked me tenderly with great concern.

I nodded my head slowly despite the fact that I felt as if my loins were aflame. I looked down at my crotch to see what me son was doing. I found a large reddish-purple protrusion about the size and length of the last section of my pinky sticking way out from the very top of my slightly opened puffy pussy slit. It couldn’t be my clitoris, this visibly pulsating and vibrating painfully throbbing bundle of giant nerve endings! This is just incredible and how did my son do it? My son was grinning at me proudly for turning my pleasure button into such a monster.

“Mom, I’m going to make and maintain your little ha ha ha … your crown jewel permanently just about the size and shape of this one for the rest of your life!” He paused to get my reaction.

I was shocked and speechless for a moment; he had to be kidding right. The whole idea was just too preposterous!

“You got to be joking right!” I was still in a bewildered mood I even forgot to address my son properly! When I saw the seriousness in his eyes I added, “But . . . But how, my master?” I stuttered with uncertainty and stupefaction.

Mother’s clit modification

“I have contemplated long and hard for two months now, and I have come up with a plan. After I make your clitoris to the thickness and length I desired, the base of your clit will be pierced and a barbell inserted to prevent your clit from retracting back to the shelter of your clitoral hood, so it will forever be exposed! The barbell also provides anchor for the rod to come. I will get to that later. Next, your clit will be pierced at the mid-point also, and a large thick gold ring will be inserted. And then very close to the tip of your clit a smaller ring with a silver bell will be inserted into. I save the best for last. The entire length of your clit will be pierced from the center of the tip all the way to the base. A very thick stainless steel rod exactly the same length of your now elongated clit will be inserted straight down from the tip of your clit. Each gold ring has a hole and the barbell has a receptacle slot for the rod in the middle. The holes of the rings and the locking slot of the barbell are to be in alignment inside your clitoris for the rod to pass thought and lock into place. Once the rod fitted into the receptacle of the barbell, both gold rings, steel rod and the barbell will all be a permanent fixture inside your clit! Your clit will be practically filled with metal. The rod will maintain the length and size of your clit. That means—my dear mother, my sex slave—your crown jewel will always be about the same size as you clit is now. On second thought, I think I can make your clit even bigger. I believe your clit still has a lot of potential to grow much larger after I stimulate it with electrical charges. Maybe even up to half an

inch in length and about the thickness of my thumb. Yes, it will indeed be a sight to see when I make it happen! To top it off, I’m going to cement a large diamond on top of the rod, when the rod is completely buried inside your elongated clit; the diamond will then be sited right at the tip of your love button. Mom, from then on your feminine crown jewel will not be just in name only, it will forever sparkle and draw all eyes like a beacon! Mom, tell me how do you feel about the fact that your most precious supreme sexual organ will be irreversibly modified, pierced and ringed by your own son! You will be walking around with a forever tremendously enlarged and greatly lengthened erect clitoris protruding way out from your pussy. Your enormous clitoris will be exposed utterly and on display prominently for all to see!”

I was too astounded and dazed to respond. To be pierced and ringed was one thing, but what my son wanted to do to his own mother’s clitoris with seemed more like mutilations rather than modifications! One question kept going through my befuddled mind was where my sweet and studious son got such outlandish ideas!

“Mom, do you know what I going to use your middle clit ring for?” Without waiting for an answer this time he continues,

“This ring is designed for me to clip a dog leash to so that I can lead you around by your soon to be modified love button! I will still lead you by the dog collar permanently locked around your neck. But with the smaller ring in the tip of your clit, it will be fitted with a silver bell. Any time when you walk or even move a little, the silver bell inside will be tinkering and ringing. I might even put a bell in each of your nipple, I hope you wouldn’t attract too much pesky curiosity when you go out in the public, for the bells will surely be ringing every step you take! My sweet sex slave mother, how do you like my plan?”

My son is my owner, my master now, that means my pussy belongs to him and besides that, I have already promised my son that he could do anything he wanted to me. I joyfully accepted my fate, my son’s will, and he has more plans for me!

I wondered again where he got such ideas. But as I listened to all the things he wanted to do to me, I still believed that it was just my sweet young son’s fantasy, and that he would never have actually carry them out, even though he seemed to give his plans lots of serious thoughts.