Journey Pt. 01
This is the first part of a longer story of how the financial pressures of joblessness in the era of COVID forces one woman into becoming a 24/7 sex toy and slave. This is my first story so comments and suggestions would be appreciated. This is a love story that contains incest, lesbian, male domination, and BDSM themes. If you don't like these themes please skip the story. I want to thank my editor 1moeannie. She took my original text and made great suggestions and corrections that helped me improve the story.
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Alice's Journey into Kink
I'm standing at the door of the man who will become my master. As soon as I knock, I am committed, but I really have no choice, it is either this or homelessness, but at the same time, I want this. COVID has ruined so many lives, but I hope I have found a way to salvage mine, plus I have grown to love this man in the few weeks I have known him.
I need to back up a bit and tell you my story. My name is Alice, I am 45 years old and 5' 6" tall. I haven't gained weight since my college years because I work out regularly. I have long blond hair that reaches to the middle of my back. Fortunately, my DD size breasts only sag a little. I've been told that I am very pretty. I got married right out of college to an Engineering Major I started dating my junior year. I was an art major. He found a great job, our together life was great. We had two daughters. The first when I was 22 and the second when I was 24. We bought a nice four-bedroom home. I stayed home to care for the girls and our home.
We had a great sex life which got even better after we watched the 2002 movie "Secretary". I was amazed. I found myself getting excited as the main character, Lee Holloway, became submissive to her boss.
At the end of the movie my husband asked me, "Honey, what did you think of the movie?"
I replied, "I really, really enjoyed it. I kept thinking that I'd love to be in Lee's place."
He replied "Wow, I didn't expect that. I thought you wouldn't like being dominated by anyone."
I smiled at him, put my hand on the front of his pants and rubbed his cock through his jeans.
I said "If it's the right man I'd love to be dominated. Would you be willing to reenact the scenes with me? Except for the Pee one, I didn't like that scene."
I could feel his cock getting hard.
Over the next few weeks, when we could get time away from our young daughters, we recreated each scene from the movie. As we reenacted the scene at the end of the movie where Lee was tied to a tree and fucked, I realized that I enjoyed being submissive.
After we did one scene my husband asked if we could switch roles and redo a scene. Afterward, he said he liked switching roles but not as much as when he was in charge. I told him I felt the same way. So, we agreed that occasionally we'd switch, but mostly I would be the submissive.
And that is when I knew that I'm a submissive who liked to occasionally dominate. My husband was the opposite. He's a dominant who occasionally liked to take on the submissive role. Over time we delved deeper into BDSM. I enjoyed being naked, tied down and punished by my husband/master. Being spanked, paddled, flogged, or even shocked in combination with sexual play really turned me on. We kept our kinky life private. Eventually, my husband became my Master for everything in my life, but in public it seemed to others that I was just deferring to him.
To me it was a perfect life, never knowing what games my master/husband would want to play. I ended up with a nice collection of outfits for our games, which always ended up with me having one or more orgasms.
Occasionally, he would surprise me and tell me that tomorrow we would switch. I had so much fun on those days. I always arranged to have the girls stay with Grandma that night. I would greet him at the door dressed to the nines. I would wear a low-cut long evening gown with a long slit up the side and four-inch heels. Under it, I would wear my corset that had a built-in shelf bra which enhanced my breasts as they pressed against the dress. I'd put on thigh-high stockings that would attach to garters on the corset. I enjoyed commanding him to strip and serve me, but I couldn't do it for more than a day. I enjoyed being submissive too much.
Alice's life falls apart
Shortly after my 42nd birthday, our life fell apart. I still remember the call from the police saying my husband had been in a terrible car crash and was being rushed to the local hospital. I made it to his bedside before he died.
We had little savings, and the life insurance wasn't much. Michelle, my oldest, was attending state college which was 3 hours away and living in the dorms. Jessica, my youngest, had turned 18 and was graduating from high school. She had been accepted to the same college as her sister. I figured I could stay in the house and pay for their college if I found a job. Fortunately, I quickly found a job as a receptionist for a small restaurant chain. My daughters got part-time jobs in retail but we were still sinking slowly. I knew I had to get our expenses down, but we'd make it two years before we ran out of savings.
I made some half-hearted efforts to find another partner. I went on some of the bondage dating sites and sent some messages. I had a few dates but the chemistry wasn't there. I ended up going on a date about every six months, but none of the relationships went anywhere.
After a year of watching the balance of my savings shrink, I decided to sell the house and move into a two-bedroom condo. I figured I would sleep on the couch when my daughters were with me between terms. The money I got from the house was almost enough to buy the condo. I ended up with a small loan with a payment that I could just afford along with paying the girls' college tuition and dorm rooms until they graduated. I was grateful that both my daughters had great scholarships because I couldn't have afforded the full cost.
It was at this time, as we were packing to move, my daughters, now 21 and 19, discovered my kinky toys and outfits. They brought the big suitcase into my bedroom and asked about it. I explained how kinky their dad and I had been, which it turns out they suspected.
They pulled out item after item asking how we'd used it. I was getting aroused as we continued the conversation, I hadn't felt this way since my husband died. It hit me like a rock how much I missed submissive play.
Jessica, my youngest, asked me to show them how I was tied to the bed naked or how I tied Dad to the bed when we switched. Michelle, my oldest, volunteered to be my model. Jessica said she wanted to be the model also. They begged me over the next hour to let them experience Kink. Slowly my weak dominant urges started to take over and I finally agreed to let them experience Kink.
I told them that they would have to do what I said. They agreed to follow my directions. I told them I would need to change my clothes. Imagine their shock when I came out wearing my dominatrix outfit and holding a riding crop.
I ordered them to strip slowly. They looked at each other a little shocked by this change in my tone.
Michelle said "In for a penny, in for a pound," then kicked off her deck shoes.
I said "Strip slowly. Put on a show for me."
I remembered the script their dad liked the half dozen times a year we switched and I called the shots in the bedroom.
Michelle had on a blouse which she started unbuttoning from the top. Jessica had on a t-shirt which she started to roll up over her head. Both were wearing plain white bras. They both unbuttoned their pants, turned away from me, and slowly pulled them down over their butts revealing their thongs.
Once they removed their pants, I said "Stop! Stand up straight, put your hands behind your back and face me. Look straight ahead not at me."
I walked up to them and rubbed my riding crop across their bras and between their legs. "Are you absolutely sure you both want to do this?"
"Yes Mom!" they chorused.
"You will call me Mistress!" I said as I brought the crop down hard against their backsides.
I then got a chorus of, "Yes, Mistress."
"Now slowly remove the rest of your clothes."
After a little more showmanship, they were now standing in front of me naked.
I hadn't seen them naked together in a very long while. OMG they were gorgeous. They were both close to my height, which to me is the perfect height for a woman. I realized then that I am bisexual. I started to think about how much fun it would be to use a feeldoe on them. Both my daughters had inherited my breast size so I knew I was going to have some fun playing with their breasts. They were both on the pill. I knew that neither was a virgin. This would not be completely foreign to them.
Neither had boyfriends as they were taking a full load of classes and working part-time to help cover the cost of the condo, tuition, and dorms.
I told Jessica to get on her knees and look at the floor while I dealt with her sister first.
Michelle's eyes were darting back and forth as I told her to lay on her back on the bed. Then I put cuffs on her ankles and wrists. I put a large pillow under her lower back which gave me access to her ass and pussy. I attached each cuff to a different bedpost leaving her face-up spread-eagle on my four-poster bed. I lightly dragged my riding crop across her breasts and hit her pussy once. She yelped. This is perfect I thought.
I put cuffs on Jessica's ankles and wrists and tied her in an X to the top and bottom of posts at the foot of the bed with her back to the bed. Jessica had a look of surprise as I tied off the cuffs to the rings, she had never noticed the rings on different parts of the massive bed frame. I repeat dragging my riding crop across her breasts and then hit her once on her pussy. She moaned and tried to expose her pussy for a more direct hit.
I explained about safe words as I stroked their nude bodies.
I put on gloves, got the lube and started rubbing circles around Michelle's puckered hole. I squeeze some lube directly into her hole and then pushed a finger in. With my other hand I slowly massaged her pussy. She squirmed, trying to get me to go deeper.
Michelle responded "Mistress, I have never had someone put a finger in my ass. It's a weird feeling."
I barked out "You will accept anything I do to you without question. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now be silent!" I ordered.
I then inserted a second finger and started rubbing her clit at the same time. I withdrew my two fingers and then I lubed up a butt plug and rubbed the tip around her hole. I started to push it in and she started to grunt.
"Just relax and do some deep breathing, you'll get past this feeling." I told her.
Finally, I could feel her sphincter relax and the plug popped in.
I played with her clit and said "That was very well done for your first time. I am proud of you slave."
She moaned and wiggled her ass as she felt the plug settle into place.
I enjoyed this immensely. I put a vibrator in Michelle's pussy and turned it on. Her eyes flew wide open. Jessica couldn't see what was going on, but she heard her sister's moans of pleasure.
I then put a new pair of gloves on and went over to Jessica. She was significantly noisier than her sister had been as I repeat the process to insert the butt plug. When I was done, I gagged them both.
I removed my thong and grabbed my feeldoe. I fondly remembered the times I had used this on my late husband. I never expected to use it on my daughters. My pussy was already very wet. I turned on the built-in vibrator. I then rubbed my clit with my left hand as I worked the bulb of the feeldoe into my pussy with my right hand. Immediately pleasant sensations rippled through my body. I moved it around some, not because it needed adjustment, but because it felt so good.
I got on the bed between Michelle's legs, pulled the vibrator out of pussy and pushed my fingers in. She was wet. She tilted her pussy up to make it easier for me to insert the penis-shaped end of the feeldoe into her. She moaned as I slowly inserted the vibrating feeldoe into her.
I started slowly thrusting in and out of her. She immediately responded to the motion increasing the friction in her pussy. I could tell that she was quickly building to a climax. All at once she arched her body, moaned and pulled on all cuffs tying her to the bed. She thrashed as the wave of pleasure overwhelmed her.
When Michelle's body collapsed back onto the bed, I slowly pulled out of her and got off the bed.
I put a vibrating dildo in her pussy and then started my preparations for her sister. The feeldoe was covered in Michelle's juices. I pulled out a wipe and cleaned off the part that had gone into her. Enjoying the sensual feeling as the bulb moved around in my pussy as I cleaned the penis end.
I walked over to Jessica and pulled on her nipples, she groaned loudly through her gag.
I rubbed my hand on her wet pussy. She was ready for me.
I thrust the feeldoe into her pussy. I enjoyed the feeling of the feeldoe moving in me again as I slowly thrust in and out of her. She let out a loud moan as I picked up the pace. I could feel myself approaching a climax as he continued to thrusted faster and faster into her. I felt waves roll over me and noticed Jessica was thrusting her pussy toward mine harder. We both exploded into orgasms.
After Jessica and I caught our breath, I removed their gags and asked if they wanted to continue.
They both cried out "Hell yes, this is amazing!"
I played with them for the rest of the day. I introduced them to light flogging and other forms of pain and pleasure. We arranged ourselves on my bed in a daisy chain licking, sucking and playing each other into orgasms.
Afterward, my daughters asked if they could use the toys on me. I was grateful as I sank into the bliss of my submissive side as I was tied, paddled, flogged, and had clamps on my tits and pussy lips.
For the rest of 2018 and 2019, we continued to play when they were home. My daughters told me that playing with each other and me was all the sex they needed. We had many awesome sessions - which will be included in a future story. Michelle moved home when she graduated in the summer of 2019 with a degree in business. She got a good-paying management training job with a local hotel chain. It was nice, we played with each other when we got the urge for kinky sex. I thought we were finally out of the financial woods and were no longer eating into our savings.
COVID Desperation Opens up an opportunity
Then COVID19 hit. Classes at the university went remote and Jessica moved home. I lost my job as a receptionist at the restaurant chain's main office when everything shut down. The hotel let Michelle go as their business collapsed and Jessica lost her part-time retail job as her shop closed down. I realized we would soon be in financial trouble.
In late March one of my closest friends and her husband were hospitalized with COVID19. After three weeks in the ICU, he died. She was eventually released, but after watching their experience we decided we were going to stay home unless we really needed to get more food.
The only people we saw were the three of us. Being three women with very strong sex drives we spent a lot of time playing with each other. I was the dominant most of the time.
The extra $600 unemployment kept us from sinking too fast but that went away in the summer. It was now clear that we were in trouble. I figured that we'd be homeless in less than six months.
It was at this point while I was on one of the bondage dating sites, I saw this profile.
"64-year-old dominant (occasional switch) male seeking a submissive (occasional switch) female, 45 to 65 years old, who wants a live-in role for BDSM play including role-playing.
Job duties include; maid, cook, shopper, and other tasks demanded of you. Salary of $____.00 plus room, board, health insurance, and contributions to a retirement fund. Must have a passport to allow global travel at my expense - Once we are past the COVID pandemic. Will also be my companion for snow skiing, bicycling, hiking, ballroom and freestyle dancing on cruise ships, and attending plays, musicals, and live music (Mostly classic rock or classical concerts,)
I am bald with a full gray beard. I am very active (Snow skiing, mountain biking, hikes). Well, I was before COVID hit. I will require multiple COVID tests before we meet - which I will pay for."
I thought this looked incredible. I could almost solve my financial problems. We'd still be short each month, but instead of running out of money in a few months, we'd have years to figure how to make up the difference. Another plus is that he lived approximately 10 miles from my home in Southern California. I composed this message:
"I am 45 years old. I am a submissive who will occasionally switch, but I really enjoy being dominated. I enjoy being tied up, spanked, paddled, being ordered to remove my clothes, and serving my Master in whatever way he desires. My Master died three years ago and I am seeking a new Master. I am an excellent cook and I keep a very clean house. I enjoy all the things you listed. I would be very interested in talking further to see if you would accept me. Please go to my profile to see recent pictures of me. Once I have your contact information, I can send some more revealing pictures. My Gmail address is A______@ "
I closed my eyes while rubbing my clit and then pressed send. I got a reply back to my email address the next day,
"I found your reply interesting. Before we go any further please make sure that you are seriously up for this. You will be cooking my food, cleaning my house, doing my laundry, going shopping while your body is being controlled and used by me.
When you go out you will be wearing a chastity belt. You will spend time tied up and restrained and even caged. You will be spanked, paddled, flogged, shocked, and used in many other ways, but no blood and no permanent marks. I will use a vibrator on you as often as I want. I will use all three of your holes for my pleasure. You will have one day off a week, are you still interested?"
I replied immediately; "Yes, I am even more interested now. This is what I have been seeking."
The next day he replied
"I found your profile picture acceptable, but I need the following full-body pictures that show your face except when I say otherwise;
1) Wearing a formal evening dress as if going to a fancy gala,
2) In the clothes that you would wear cleaning my house,
3) In a revealing bathing suit,
4) lying on your back naked in bed (you may wear a mask),
5) lying on your stomach naked.
Send the pictures by replying to this email. My text number is 805-555-1212. If I find your pictures acceptable, I will set up a lunch or dinner meet-up to discuss them in more detail. I also require your name and address. I also want you to get a COVID test immediately. If you can't get a free one, I will pay for it."
OMG, this could be what saves us. I talked to my girls and they agreed to join me for the COVID test. We immediately drove to the local county COVID testing center. While we waited in our car, we planned the photo shoot. After waiting in my car for about 90 minutes, a nurse put a giant Q-tip up each of our noses. We were told we would get our results in 24 hours.
We started the photo shoot when we got home. We spent time doing my makeup and hair and got a great picture of me in my sexy French maid outfit with the hobble chain between my ankles visible.
Then a picture of me on my back tied, naked to the bed with a gag in my mouth, a mask on, and a vibrator clearly visible in my pussy. I then flipped to my stomach and got pictures of my naked backside.
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