Blue collar Master, white collar slave Part 2

line, no one felt like challenging her. Many of the ones behind us in

line were clearly shocked at what they heard, coming from much more

vanilla-like relationships.

Inside Daddy and Mistress Rowena continued their talk: "So who's

sweet-cheeks here?" Daddy asked her. "That pathetic little shit is my

son, who only last week assumed his father's responsibilities." I

started at this, but now that I looked I saw a clear family resemblance

between the leather-clad mom and the terrified slave son. "He's a

useless little creep, that one, not like his sisters who have already

had several slaves among them of both sexes. Why he turned nineteen two

weeks ago and he's still living at home and he still hadn't been laid,

hadn't taken some cheerleader and screwed her till she screamed."

Mistress Rowena looked darkly at the boy who cringed beneath her stare.

"So I decided that since he was going nowhere, I might as well be the

one benefiting. I jumped him late at night and tied him up. Then I

dragged him down into the dungeon. The creep didn't even know that we

had one or that his Daddy had not simply walked away, that I'd kept him

there for years. Can you imagine that? How stupid can you get? It's

better that he be enslaved sooner rather than later." Daddy agreed with

a grunt while I stood and stared at her slave, terrified. "So with his

sisters watching to learn a few tricks, I first whipped the shit out of

him before mounting him with Old Faithful here." She slapped something

hanging from her belt. It was a strap-on dildo, a huge black thing with

knobs, ridges and even metal studs in some places. It was even bigger

than Daddy's tool and just looking at it made me tremble with fear.

When she had finished her story Daddy asked a question: "It sounds like

you've given him what he deserved, but what are you doing here tonight?"

Mistress Rowena smiled at that and said: "See, that's where I was hoping