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When I awoke I felt gloriously happy, tired, but oh so happy. I know I should not have felt that way, I know that technically I was 'corrupting' minors, but those minors had taught me more in one day than I had learnt in my lifetime. Stirring sleepily I opened my eyes and turned my head towards the warm body beside me. It was no surprise to see that the body belonged to my son; he was half sat up in the bed looking down at me with a smile on his lips and a loving, but devilish twinkle in his eyes.
"Morning mum." He said softly as he reached out to stroke my hair.
"Mmm," I yawned "morning my darling boy."
He laughed then became calmly serious, it suddenly struck me that he might be having guilty second thoughts about the way he had dominated me then allowed his friends to do the same. Inside me I could still feel my own guilt at my surrender to them, but it only served to excite me and I began to dread that when my son spoke it would be to end the oh so fulfilling role I had been placed in. For what seemed an age Victor sat unspeaking, his eyes looking at me while his face bore a growing frown.
"Mother," he suddenly broke the silence "how do you feel about what has happened over the past few days?"
"Feel?" I repeated unsure of what his was asking "I feel shame and humiliation for letting my own son have sex with me, for letting you take control of me and for letting your friends do the same..."
His frown deepened as I spoke, he genuinely seemed concerned about the effect events were having on me and I felt my heart leap with love for him and his concerns.
"But" I continued, "I don't ever want to end what you and the other boys are doing to and with me! I have never felt so fulfilled, so satisfied, so gorgeously ecstatic in all my life. Victor darling, I have no explanation why I let you take me that first time, but I am so glad you did."
"Then you are happy to be my, or our, sexual plaything?" he grinned.
"Mind? Lord no, I love it, I can't get enough of it!" I laughed meaning every single word I'd said.
"In which case," Victor laughed as he threw off the bedcovers to reveal his rampant erection "assume the position my darling little whore!"
Without hesitation I lay back, parted my legs and held my arms up to receive him. Not five minutes later my blissful cries of ecstasy were ringing around the room as my son fucked me hard.
Some glorious time later we finally got out of bed and, after a sensuous shower together, dressed and went down to breakfast. I felt deliciously wicked as I went about the normal routine of making coffee and cooking breakfast in what was to become more or less my 'at home with Victor uniform'. This 'uniform' consisted of a sheer blouse, a short skirt, suspender belt, stockings and high heels, no bra and no panties, dressed thus my son could take me or touch me at any time it pleased him. So exciting was the mere thought of my accessibility to him that I had a minor climax as I sat to eat breakfast and Victor hadn't even touched me yet!
"Victor," I asked as we slowly ate our meal "why... what made you... ?"
I faltered, unable to ask one of many questions that had come to mind. But it was as though my son was reading my mind; he smiled across the table at me, and finished my question for me.
"Why did I chose you to be our first 'victim'?" he said, I nodded and he continued "I had considered you from the very beginning of the club idea, but it was catching you listening in on our formation night that settled it. You looked so flushed and excited by what you had heard that I knew you would be 'ripe' for the picking, so to speak."
"But how did the club come about?" I asked quietly.
"Ah, well you can blame that on the internet I guess." he grinned "though I personally think it's something you are born with, a need to dominate sexually that is. For others it's the need to be dominated, get the two kinds together and you have a good time. Which doesn't answer your question does it."
I shook my head in the negative, even though his comment had been a statement rather than a question.
"It grew from wild talk between ourselves after we got at the porn areas of the Internet, courtesy of dad's credit card. All of us got hooked on the D/S stories & some of the S&M ones too, a few of us, including myself liked the incest stories as well, particularly if they had elements of D/S or S&M in them. So we got to fantasising together about it, what we'd do to our victims, how we'd make them behave and the like until one day someone, Ray I think it was, said 'Hell, why don't we do it instead of talking about it?' It kind of rolled from there, the night you listened in was the night the Dominator club officially formed, 8 Doms and not a sub to share between us."
"Until me." I grinned.
"Until you," he laughed "and you are going to be 'it' until one of the others brings a new slave to us."
"But why don't you break a new one in?" I asked.
"Because" Victor laughed "membership to the club comes with a price, each member has to at least attempt to enslave his chosen victim, and only if they fail does the whole group do the job."
"You had me fight them to teach them how to break down a victims will to resist them!" I gasped in disbelief.
"Do you mind that I used you that way?" he frowned.
"I don't mind at all Victor," I laughed "it was one of the most amazing times of my life! So if I understand you correctly, each of the others must try to master a woman then bring her to the club to be mastered by all the members. If they fail we lure the victim here to be broken by the group en masse. Yes?"
"Spot on." He grinned.
"Well I hope one of them gets a move on," I grinned "much as I love what you are doing to me it's wearing me out, I certainly hope there's someone else to share your attentions soon!"
Victor laughed at my comment and then added to my tiredness by having me lie forward over the kitchen table while he took me in the arse.
A couple of weeks passed, during the course of which my son took me on a daily basis, in fact more than that, took me almost every hour or so, his sex drive was phenomenal! In between times the Dominator club took me three times a week, it was exhausting, but deliciously so and I knew that once the boys went back to school their 'meetings' would drop to once or at most twice a week. Yet even though I loved every blissful moment I began to pray that one of the other boys would bring in a new slave just so that I could get a few moments to recover.
My prayers were finally answered during the third week following my submission to my son. He and I were sitting in the living room, me on his lap with his cock up my pussy and his hands tightening the special clamps he had placed on my nipples, I was right on the point of climax when the damned phone rang! Without losing a stroke of his cock in my pussy Victor reached over and grabbed the phone with one hand while his other carried on tightening the nipple clamps.
"Hello." He said then paused "Oh hi Paul." Pause "Just servicing my slave." He said with a laugh while I tried to bite back a cry of orgasmic bliss unsuccessfully "Yes, she certainly is enjoying it. Anyway, you didn't call to listen to my mother getting her brains fucked out. What was it you wanted?"
I sat shaking and shuddering on my son's lap as he listened to Paul on the telephone, all the while his cock was sliding deliciously in my pussy and his hand tugged at the clamps on my nipples until I climaxed yet again.
"Yes of course," I heard Victor say through my orgasmic haze "come over now, both of you." Pause "Fine, I'll see you shortly then."
Victor hung up the phone then gave me his full attention by speeding up the pace of his fucking, which drove me to a frenzy. By the time he climaxed deep inside me I was flopping around like a rag doll from orgasmic overload. He let me sit still for a few moments after his climax had faded then gently lifted me off him and sat me down on the sofa beside him.
"We'll be having company in a little while," he grinned at me "you've got time to go and freshen up quickly, straighten up your clothes and fix your make-up."
As I hauled myself to my feet to do as he had said I wondered who Paul had been told to bring with him, then my thoughts turned to my own pleasure again as Victor's voice caught me just before I left the room.
"By the way," he grinned at me "leave the nipple clamps on."
Still high from my orgasms I made my way upstairs and freshened up as Vick had instructed, cleaning myself, putting on fresh make-up and getting my clothes into some sort of order took all of 15 minutes, to which another 5 minutes was added by the minor climaxes the nipple clamps kept giving me. Trembling with post and pre-climax excitement I rejoined Vick in the lounge 19 minutes later, he smiled at me as I entered, seeming to sense the effect the clamps were having on me. He had me stand in front of him for a few minutes, his eyes watching me as I rose to another peak, then he had me sit on the arm of the armchair he had sat himself in.
"When our guests arrive," Vick said "I want you to bring them in here then come and sit where you are now. Don't say anything until told to do so. Is that clear?"
"Yes Victor." I smiled.
"I think you are in for a surprise." He laughed "Don't show it though, act as though you were expecting it."
I was intrigued by his words, they seemed to imply that Paul was bringing a fresh slave to the club; only I couldn't understand why Victor had him come without the rest of the boys being there. As I puzzled on the situation the doorbell rang, I got up, answered the door, and barely managed to stifle my surprise when I saw that Paul had his mother with him. Leading them into the lounge I sat myself on the arms of Victor's chair and looked at Paul's mother, Helen, she was a small woman, almost petite, yet her body was well curved in proportion to her size. Although I knew her from school meetings and the odd coffee morning I didn't know Helen that well, but at that moment in time she seemed to me to be nervous about something. Paul sat in one of the other armchairs while his mother moved to stand beside the chair he was in and it suddenly came to me that I may no longer be the only slave for the Dominators to play with. This thought made my already excited body shiver with orgasmic delight, but I somehow managed to keep myself still and my face composed, though all I really wanted to do was to fall to the floor in a quivering heap!
"Paul?" was all Victor said.
Paul nodded and looked at his mother, he patted the arm of the chair indicating she should sit; I was not surprised when she did as he wanted and assumed a similar position to my own. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my son's face, though his expression gave nothing away I saw his eyes flicker appraisingly over Helen's body briefly then look to Paul.
"Vick," Paul said, as my son looked at him again "I would like to bring my mother to the club as our second slave."
"You have mastered her?" Victor asked as though Helen and I weren't in the room with them.
"Yes, I have." Paul replied with a broad grin "I followed your advise on how to proceed, only as it turns out I could just have taken her."
"Interesting." Victor commented raising one eyebrow "I don't see why you felt you needed to see me before bringing her along to the club though."
"Well it's the breaking in by the other club members," Paul sighed "I'm afraid mom will simply submit without any struggle at all."
"I see no problem with that." Victor smiled.
"But your mother..." Paul faltered, then his eyebrows rose as he went on "You commanded her to struggle so the rest of us could feel we had achieved her dominance ourselves?"
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