My name is Samantha Stevens and as far as I know, I am the first true futa to ever be born, a perfect mix of both genders.
The story I'm about to tell you about my life takes place not long after my 22nd birthday. I had finished my time at university and earned a degree in Molecular Biology, and had just started working as a Lab Assistant at Synth Gen, a local biotech firm that specialized in melding the biological with the mechanical, such as advanced prosthetics for amputees.
Given the unique nature of my own biology combined with the amount of time I had spent in the presence of doctors, scientists and other medical professionals during my childhood, it probably came as no surprise to anyone that I had gained a keen interest in this field, and chose to pursue it as a career.
The other side effect of all the time I spent in medical care as a child, was that my family was given a considerable stipend in recompense for the testing and studying that was conducted upon me. Don't worry, it was all above board and nothing heinous took place but there was a lot of interest in my unique situation.
That interest eventually waned as I entered my teens, and testing had shown that my birth was an almost impossible statistical probability that could not be replicated. Consequently, I was able to enjoy my teens in relative normality and my family was more or less set up for life.
We were never ultra rich but always lived comfortable in a nice house, I attended a good school and I never lacked for anything. I could have turned out a spoiled brat, but my parents are awesome and managed to keep me well grounded.
The money also paid for most of my education, and was now allowing me to live near to where I worked in a fairly spacious two bedroom flat. It was honestly a fantastic place to live, free parking, ten minute drive to work, and within walking distance of the city's nightlife but not close enough that it kept me up every weekend.
I had been living there for around three months, just about managing to balance work, free time, and a social life. The only problem I encountered, especially as I am a naturally fairly messy person, is that keeping the place clean was really starting to get on my nerves.
I glanced around and could see a sink piling up with unwashed dishes, my laundry hamper overflowing, dusty shelves, old coffee cups and wait, was that a pair of panties hanging off a curtain rail? They weren't even mine. How did they get up there? I shook my head and sighed, this place really needed a good clean. Unfortunately I was already on my way out the door for work. I would have to come up with a better solution.
When I got home that evening, I made a halfhearted attempt to tidy up but was already pretty tired so I didn't get very far. As I slumped onto the couch, a thought struck me, why am I doing this myself? I have a good job so why not just hire a maid?
The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a perfect solution. I could come home to a clean house! I won't lie and pretend that I didn't have any ulterior motives either. The thought of a sexy little thing cleaning up after me, in a perfect position for me to seduce was an exciting proposition. It wasn't like I was ever lacking in companionship, quite the opposite, but my hefty cock had a mind of it's own and was always on the hunt for a new hole to breed.
I immediately fired up my laptop and started searching for a company that was hiring. The few that I could easily find ended being too expensive, or didn't have anyone available at the moment. I decided to put out a personal ad through various sites, and see if I could find someone looking for some extra cash. I also rationalized that if I did end up fucking my maid and lets face it, I would, then it would probably cause less problems if she wasn't employed by a separate company.
The ad that I ended up putting out was short, to the point and wasn't sleazy. I did actually want a proper maid after all. Of course the plan was to fuck them, and that way I had a cleaner plus another cocksleeve I could use at my leisure. You can't just advertise for that though!
I set the interviews for the next weekend and went to sleep.
Unfortunately, I got an extremely limited response to my ad. The only candidate of any real potential was a girl called Jamie. Her email response was very timid, and claimed that she was only 18, hadn't had a real job before but was very eager to prove herself. She seemed almost too perfect, breaking a shy teenager on my cock was one of my favorite pastimes after all. I responded in the affirmative, told her to come in clothes she felt would be appropriate wear for a maid, and be prepared for questioning and a hands on interview. She responded quickly, and told me she would be there at 9 o'clock sharp.
I was already stroking my cock in anticipation.
DAY 1
I woke up early on Saturday morning, eager for my interviewee to arrive. I dressed casually, but still a little provocative. I wore a long, loose sweater without a bra, and some cute leggings that I use for yoga. The sweater was way too big, and fell down past my ass. It also conveniently covered my bulge, didn't want to scare her with that right away! I looked good, but not too obvious.
I made a hearty breakfast, and deliberately left the kitchen messy for her practical test. I had just finished clearing off the table to make space when the doorbell rang.
I composed myself and opened it. What I saw was not what I was expecting. Before me stood a boy. He was around 5 and half feet, so quite a bit shorter than me, had slightly wavy light brown hair, thin arms and a surprisingly skinny waist that quickly widened into very wide hips.
He was staring at me the same way I was at him, though perhaps a bit more awestruck. I know I'm damn gorgeous, even without putting much effort into my appearance. I let him stare, taking a few more seconds to analyze him in return.
He was wearing skinny jeans that very closely hugged every curve and a plain black t-shirt that was tight around his chest. I could see the barest hint of his nipples protruding through.
I focused on his face, which was just as cute as the rest of him. It was slightly round, with high cheekbones and a small nose. He was clean shaven, but as I looked closer I realized it wasn't just shaved this morning but actually looked like he didn't grow facial hair at all.
Overall, he was quite a mystifying package. I wasn't usually very attracted to guys, but he was already so curvy that I could feel a slight swelling in my cock. I wondered what it would be like to top a boy like him, and if I could dominate him the say way I had so many women.
"Ex...excuse me?" he asked, his voice soft and meek. "Are you Miss Stevens? I'm here about the cleaning job."
Fuck, I'd been staring a little too long. Well, time to turn on the Dom and put him in his place right from the start.
"My ad specifically requested a woman" I said bluntly.
He nervously took a half-step back and looked down at the ground. I watched as he mustered the courage to speak.
"I'm sorry Miss Stevens, I know that. I'm just really desperate for a job, any job. I'm really hard working, available immediately, and I'll do anything you want. Please give me a chance."
Oh my god this boy was just too cute.
"Ok, Ok, no need to beg. Come in."
I stood to the side and let him enter my apartment.
"Take a seat" I said, pointing to the kitchen table.
We sat opposite down opposite each other. I simply watched him in silence for a minute, letting him stew.
"So Jamie, why should I hire you?"
"Like I said before, I-"
"Yeah, you said that before. That got you in for an interview. Give me a reason to hire you."
"I've got a lot more pretty women lined up to interview after you."
I didn't, but he didn't need to know that.
"I can't, but please give me a chance, just for a few days to prove myself. You won't be disappointed."
God this boy was kinda pathetic, but cute though, I could work with that.
"Why are you so desperate for this job Jamie? It's only part time cleaning work."
"I need the money, because I need to impress my girlfriend."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, her name's Maria, she's a little older than me and probably out of my league."
"She has a good job at the gym, rents the apartment we live in and is doing really well for herself. I'm really lucky to have met her when I did but I know she can do better and I don't want to lose her. Even a part time job would at least allow me to pay rent and stuff."
"Here" he said, flicking on his phone and showing me the background photo.
It showed a young Latino woman in a very tight fitting gym uniform, slightly bent over in front of a changing room mirror, looking back over her shoulder and blowing a kiss at the camera. Her absolutely gigantic ass featured very prominently.
"I think you might be right, she is out of your league!" I teased him gently.
He smiled coquettishly and looked away from me, blushing.
"How did you manage to land a girl like her?" I asked.
"I was so lucky. I was almost homeless at the time. I'm an orphan you see, can't even remember my parents and I've lived in an orphanage my whole life. Thing is, you aren't allowed to stay once you turn 18."
"They gave me some money when I left but that quickly went, I never got much of an education and I've been really struggling to get a job."
"I'd been sneaking into the gym when it was late to use their showers and one day she caught me. I think she took pity on me because she bought me dinner and said I could stay at hers for the night. I stayed on the couch at first but she kept looking after me and we spent more and more time together. I think she liked taking care of me."
"Somehow, we ended up together and I've kinda been living with her ever since."
"I think it's called the Nightingale effect, have you heard of it?"
"No, but I think I get the idea."
"She's been so good to me but I think the novelty of looking after me is wearing off. So that's why I really need this job."
I wasn't exactly sure how much of his little sob story was made up, but he did seem sincere. I decided to give him a chance.
"Ok, I get it. Let's move onto the practical aspect of the interview. If you do well enough at that, I'll consider you for the position."
His eyes lit up at my words. He clearly was very eager.
"Of course, what would you like me to do?" he asked.
I pointed at the pile of unwashed dishes and general mess of my kitchen.
"Clean everything in the kitchen to my satisfaction within 30 minutes and the job is yours."
"No problem Miss Stevens, I'll get right on it."
He spun around and turned on the tap, then started maneuvering the dishes into position.
"Good boy" I said. He blushed furiously, looking very cute.
He turned back around and began working. I was content to sit and watch patiently. After a minute, he asked where the dish soap was kept. I told him to look under the sink, at the back. He bent down, pulled open the cupboard and began rummaging around.
To be frank, I had engineered this exact scenario, hiding the bottle right at the very back of the lowest shelf. Jamie had to get down onto all fours to be able to reach inside. His fat, bubbly ass was pointed right at me. The tight jeans he was wearing hugged every delectable curve perfectly and there was no discernible bulge between his thighs.
My own cock began to swell, inching its way down my thigh inside my leggings. Ok, I was officially interested now. I surreptitiously began to rub myself, enjoying the show.
Jamie stood back up, clutching the bottle. He flashed me a quick smile and got back to work.
Over the next half an hour or so, he worked diligently to clean away the mess. I paid that no attention, and simply fantasied about him.
"Miss Stevens?"
"Hmm? Oh, what is it Jamie?"
"I said I'm finished."
I shook away those thoughts and examined the kitchen. It was spotless, he had actually done an exceptional job.
"Very good Jamie. I really like what I've seen today."
His face broke out into a huge smile.
"Does that mean..."
"Oh yes Jamie, you're going to be my maid from now on."
"Thank you, thank you, this mean so much."
"Ok, Ok, no need for all that. We'll start at a few hours per day. Be here at the same time tomorrow morning. We can discuss the other...details of our arrangement then."
"Of course, Miss Stevens, no problem at all."
The little thing was so excited, he really was very cute. He kept rambling on as I showed him to the door. As he made to leave I grabbed him gently by the shoulder and pointed down. He was still wearing the pinny.
He blushed furiously and untied it.
"Guess I got used to wearing it."
"Of course. See you tomorrow Jamie."
DAY 2
Jamie arrived right on time the next day. I let him in and told him to get started.
I left him to it and retired to my bedroom to think. How was I going to go about seducing him? It would have to be slow, too much too fast and he would flee. I needed him to feel that what he was doing was alright, and even what he actually wants.
He was already very breedable body wise, and had quite the submissive attitude, so with the right amount of pressure he should crack easily enough.
I also knew his weakness, he desperately wants this job to impress that girl and he already admitted doing anything to keep it. So that was where I would need to apply the pressure, but how to begin?
I was broken out of my thoughts by a loud bang from the kitchen.
I rushed out to find Jamie on his knees by the sink, a bottle of bleach leaking onto the floor, most of its contents clearly having splashed all over him.
"Shit, crap, fuck..." he mumbled, desperately trying to clean himself and the mess he made.
He panicked when I walked over, standing up too fast with the bottle in his hand and spilling even more all over himself.
"I'm so, so sorry Miss Stevens. The top was stuck so I tried to twist it...and then it...and then I...I'm sorry."
"It's alright Jamie" I said soothingly. "It won't stain the tiles."
"Your clothes on the other hand..."
His jeans and t-shirt were already ruined, big white stains covering them both.
"Oh no, what a disaster..."
Jamie stood there, looking dejectedly down at his feet.
God, what an absolutely golden opportunity this was. I was just wondering how to start imposing my influence on him and this happens. It was perfect!
I strode confidently over to him, a deftly grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it up and off his head.
"Wha-"
"Quiet, I can't have my maid looking like a complete mess."
I worked quickly, before his brain could catch up to what was happening. I soon had his trainers off, then his jeans as well. He stood before me in naught but his boxers.
"Bathroom's down there, first on the left" I said pointing down the hall.
He blushed furiously under my gaze for a moment and then scarpered.
"Use any towel you like!" I called after him, grinning to myself.
I heard the shower start up. I grabbed an old tea towel, roughly mopped up the spilled bleach with it, then threw it, his clothes and the empty bottle into a garbage bag which itself went straight into the chute outside.
That's his clothes gone I mused. I went into my bedroom and pulled open the bottom drawer of my large dresser.
I was carrying everything back into the living room when I heard the shower shut off.
I crept down the hall and noticed the door was ajar, he must have been in a hurry to get away in his semi nakedness and forgot to shut it. Excellent. I peeked inside and saw he was currently drying himself. His body was pretty much what I had expected.
There was no muscle or fat to him at all, all soft and smooth curves. He was almost completely hairless too, a few fine hairs in his armpits and above his crotch were the sum total. Seeing this brought a flood of endorphins to my hind brain, the dark little voice that I let take over in full Dom mode was exultant to see my superiority confirmed.
He finished drying himself and hung up the towel, then pulled his boxers back on. I was about to duck away when I saw him stop, his gaze fixated on the open laundry basket. Sitting on top was yesterdays thong.
I have to wear special underwear to keep my cock contained and used to wear a brand designed for well hung men that was essentially a kind of jock-strap. As you can imagine the design was exceedingly masculine and I really didn't like it, but simply couldn't wear normal panties as my cock refused to be contained. I eventually reached out to the company that designed them and after I sent a few choice photos, they custom designed me a much more lacy, feminine version I've been happily ordering from them ever since.
What was he doing? I wondered as he slowly reached toward them. That little pervert! He had picked them up and was examining them closely. One unique aspect of my biology is that my cock musk, pre-cum and semen are all very slightly addictive and have the qualities of a mild aphrodisiac.
I have known many women get completely lost in the worship of my cock and my balls in particular as the smell and taste fills their lungs. You would have to ingest an ungodly amount of my fluids for it to be in any way dangerous, but I've been told that once you've experienced it and you smell it again, it becomes very, very difficult to ignore.
I watched as Jamie tentatively held them up to his nose and sniffed. While the effect would be greatly reduced, I knew that he had just unwittingly started himself down a very dangerous road. It had also given me an excellent idea of how to corrupt him further in the future.
I stepped away, then called out him.
"Jamie, I have a change of clothes here for you."
I placed them down by the door and his hand snaked out and pulled them in, too shy to come out and get them, even in his underwear.
He rushed back into the bathroom, chastened. God did it feel good and right to order this submissive boy around. Had I been missing out on a whole other type of cocksleeve all these years? I was going to have to keep my eye out for other boys like him, but for now he would be the sole focus of my attention.
He came back out much more hesitantly this time.
"Boxers" I said, holding out my hand.
He handed them to me. I tossed them straight into the bin right in front of his eyes. He just meekly accepted this. I took another look at him.
The leggings covered him like a second skin, I could make out a bulge.
"Turn around" I ordered firmly.
He did so, giving me my best look at his ass yet. Without anything obscuring my view, I could see the full swell of his cheeks, sticking out at least a couple of inches from the small of his back. Each cheek was perfectly round and full, without even a hint of sag. Fuck! I wanted to bury my cock in that ass and never pull out again. Patience Sam, I thought to myself.
"Good enough for now Jamie, you can get back to work."
He did so somewhat begrudgingly, the pinny he put on again only helping to enhance his femininity.
I decided I had pushed him enough for one day and left him to it.
A few hours later, he came to me, slightly sweaty and told me he was done for the day.
"Very well, you can go home. Wash the clothes and return them the next time you come in."
Over the next couple of weeks, Jamie would come to work most days. Each day the routine wold be the same. He would come in, pick up the clothes I had picked out from the table and head into the bathroom to change. Each day he would work whilst wearing increasingly whoreish attire.
Every outfit I picked out for him included tight leggings, short shorts, tight t-shirts, the works. I would try to find the sluttiest clothes that I could. A pair of leggings that had SLUT in bold letters across the backside, you name it. Jamie just accepted them all.
On top of this, each day I would leave another present for him. Another one of my thongs placed clearly visible on top of the dirty laundry. Every day without fail I would sneak to the door and watch him pick them up.
At first he just sniffed at them, but over time he became slowly more enthralled by my scent. After a couple weeks, he would bring them to his face and inhale deeply. He would get hard and his dick would twitch in delight as he breathed in my musk. It probably didn't help that I had taken to using them as a masturbation aid before leaving them there, thick with the rich aroma of my cock and balls.
I was starting to love having him round the house, not only because I immensely enjoyed watching his ass as he worked, but also for the fact he was actually doing a damn good job!
Unfortunately, I sensed my progress in turning him into my little slutty fuckdoll had hit a plateau, and I was going to have to do something different to keep pushing it forward. Thankfully, I had just the idea.
DAY 17
I knew from experience that once a woman had seen my cock in all it's glory, only those with the strongest will would be able to resist me. I had no reason to suspect that Jamie would be any different. I could have taken the brute force approach and just whipped it out in front of him, something I have done in the past on a dare or simply to prove a bitch wrong. However, I was enjoying this gradual seduction and degradation of his psyche immensely so I decided a more subtle approach was required.
Jamie came in at the normal time, went straight into the bathroom, inhaled my scent from my thong as usual, got changed and started work.
I was particularly pleased with the outfit I had chosen for him today. One which I noted he was wearing with absolutely no complaint. It consisted of extra tight leggings and a slim black t-shirt that said TEASE in bold letters across the chest.
Later, I told him I was going to take a shower and that he should carry on cleaning. After I little while, once I had got myself good and soapy I 'accidentally' dropped the shampoo bottle onto the floor outside the tub.
"Jamie, can you come and help me with something please?" I called out.
"Is everything alright Miss Stevens?" I heard him ask from outside the door.
"I dropped the shampoo and it rolled away, could you please hand it to me?"
"You want me to come in?"
"It's fine Jamie, come on."
I heard the door creak open. I pulled the curtain across myself, but deliberately kept one of my tits still showing past the side. Jamie grabbed the bottle and went to hand it to me, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw me.
"Oh wow...I mean..err...Miss?"
"What's the matter?"
"Your...your...showing."
Ughh. So god damn cute, I could eat him up. Time to play dumb and reveal my secret weapon.
"What is it?" I asked. I looked down at myself and released my hold on the curtain, letting my whole body be shown to him.
I heard the shampoo bottle fall from his hand and clatter to the floor.
Jamie was staring at me, eyes wide and mouth agape. His gaze was riveted on my cock. This was understandable, it's not every day you see a perfect 14 inch monster cock on the body of a beautiful woman. I shimmied my hips a little, letting my cock swing like a pendulum.
"That can't be real." He mumbled.
"Oh it's real baby, 100% grade A girl cock. No-one like me in the whole world."
"Why don't you touch it, see how real it is?"
He shuffled forward slowly, one hand rising up. I felt the barest touch of his fingers on my shaft when he suddenly seemed to snap out of it.
"I can't, this is wrong, I have a girlfriend."
Before I could respond, he bolted. I heard the front door slam shut a few moments later.
"Fuck!"
-
Jamie raced down the stairs, ran down the road and jumped straight onto the first bus. When he arrived at his girlfriends house, he flung himself onto the sofa, on the verge of tears.
"That you baby?" Maria called from the bedroom. "Thought you'd be at work for a few more hours at least."
Maria walked out into the living room, wearing her trademark sports bra and tiny booty shorts. Thanks to the sheer size of her ass, most of her wobbling cheeks were still visible past the shorts.
"What the fuck are you wearing?!"
Jamie looked down, in his haste he hadn't changed back into his own clothes.
"You need to start telling me what kind of work you've been doing right now."
Jamie spent the next hour explaining everything that had taken place to Maria. Why he had tried to get a job, the interview, the incident with the bleach, being forced to wear girls clothes, everything.
For her part, Maria simply listened, somewhat incredulous. How could a man let these things happen to him and not resist or fight back? Is this really the man she'd been with for the last few months?
It was like the wool had been pulled from her eyes. Instead of seeing a cute, down on his luck guy she could take care of, all she saw was a pathetic little boy wearing clothes even girlier than hers.
Jamie was coming to the end of his story, what had happened today.
"...and that's when I saw her, in the shower. She's a futa Maria, a real one."
"What! No fucking way."
"It's true, I saw everything."
"So that's what made you run away? Why? I mean, seeing a chick with a dick would be a bit shocking but still."
"It's not just any dick..." Jamie whispered.
"What do you mean?"
"It was...gigantic. I've never seen anything like it, even in porn."
Jamie looked up at his girlfriend, there was a hunger in her eyes he had never seen before.
"How big?" she asked, her breathing getting noticeably heavier.
"I don't know, a foot at least."
"Oh god..."
Maria was squirming where she sat now, rubbing her thighs together.
"Why do you care anyway?" Jamie asked indignantly.
"Well...some girls really like a partner whose packing a bit extra."
"They like bigger cocks?"
"Oh no, they love big cocks."
"Why?"
"Oh sweetie." How did I not see how clueless he was before now? Maria thought.
"When they have sex with a...smaller guy, it still feels nice, but it's like there's an itch deep inside that you can't quite scratch. It's just not the same."
"Hang on, how do you know what it feels like? Do you like big cocks?"
Maria smiled sweetly at him.
"Jamie, I'm sorry. I think it's time for you to leave."
She tried to break it to him gently, but once everything was out in the open there was no hiding her disdain for him. They got into a shouting match, he was pleading that he had nowhere to go, she told him she didn't care. She had given him free room and food for long enough. He was desperate he said, he couldn't be without her. She didn't care, she needed a real cock to fulfill her needs.
This went back and forth for some time, until finally having had enough Maria threw his meager possessions into a bag and tossed it onto the street. Jamie soon followed, still wearing the clothes that Sam had given him.
"Well, now what?" he said to the empty street, clutching his bag. Slowly, it started to rain.
-
I was sat on my sofa in my dressing gown, examining the events in the bathroom in my mind over and over again.
Why had he run? He had been so submissive and compliant up to that point.
Of course, I realized. It was the embarrassment. A woman would have been completely entranced by my dick, but he wasn't a woman. As much as he was intrigued, he would have also been embarrassed by her sheer size. She hadn't thought of that.
"Damn it" I swore to myself.
Would he even turn up for work again? Had I completely blown it? Would I ever get to sink my cock into his delicious ass?
A flash of lightning and the boom of thunder shook the windows. It was really coming down outside.
To my great surprise, I heard knocking at my door.
I opened it, and there stood Jamie. He was completely soaked, the clothes I had given him earlier were stuck to him like a second skin. He looked up at me like a poor, lost child.
"Please" he begged. "I don't know where else to go."
He sobbed lightly, staring at the floor.
"You poor little thing" I said, taking him into my arms. He immediately snuggled close into the hug and I could feel my cock swelling.
"Come on in, tell me what happened."
I led him inside and sat him down.
"Maria threw me out" he said simply.
"Why" I asked in return.
"We had a big argument, because I'm not enough for her."
"Not enough?"
"I don't satisfy her."
"In what way?" Come on I thought, I need to hear you say it.
"My cock's not big enough Ok!" he almost shouted.
"Not like yours..." he whispered, I don't think he even realized he had said it out loud.
"Did seeing me today cause this?"
"Kind of I suppose, it got me to ask her about it. She said she was a 'total size queen' and that I couldn't satisfy her."
I filed away that very juicy piece of information for later.
That was when noticed he was still shivering terribly. The poor thing must be freezing. I stood him up and took him straight into the bathroom and started stripping him. Only once I got him nearly naked did he start to try and cover himself, and I knew why.
"It's alright baby, let me see."
He relented and lowered his arms to his sides.
"You know..." I said in my most soothing voice, "I know some girls who like boys with small cocks."
He looked at me hopefully.
"Girls like me for example."
I leant forward, close enough to whisper in his ear.
"There are plenty of ways a boy like you can satisfy a girl like me."
I turned on the water, then slipped off my robe. Jamie stood and stared like a baby deer caught in the headlights.
I took his hand and led him into the shower with me. I wanted to ease him into things, so I spent a few minutes soaping him up and letting the hot water warm his body. Once his posture relaxed, I turned him around to face me. I watched him feast his eyes on every inch of my body.
"Like what you see?" I asked him playfully.
"You're beautiful..."
"Thank you, you're pretty damn cute yourself."
My cock was half hard now and slowly rose until it bumped into his stomach. His gaze was riveted on it.
"You wanted to touch it earlier didn't you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes..."
"Go on then pet, no need to hold back now."
His hands slowly came up and ever so gently took hold of my cock. His hands were so dainty that even with both holding it, a few inches of my cock stuck out at either end.
I could tell he was very nervous, but I knew I had him now.
"Get a good firm grip and start stroking up and down."
He did as he was told.
"Ummf, fuck yeah, don't stop."
"It feels good?" He asked.
"Really good. Here, let me help." I grabbed the shower gel and squirted a big dollop onto his hands and my cock. He started spreading it up and down my shaft.
"That's it, get me nice and slick."
He was really starting to get into it now, aided by the gel his hands slid smoothly up and down my full length.
I could have lasted a long time like this, if I chose to, but I decided that right now what he needed was a confidence boost. I wanted him to feel good about making me feel good, the fact that do so meant I was going to cum all over him was just a bonus. I felt that if I could get him to react positively to all this, then it would be far easier to get him to do...other things...later.
So I let the pleasure wash over me, not holding back at all. I played up to it a little, moaning out my pleasure and bucking my hips into his hands. Jamie took to the task wonderfully, I think he genuinely felt good about giving pleasure to a woman after what Maria had said to him, even if the methods were unorthodox.
When I felt that tell tale pleasure start to build, I let go and let it happen.
"Oh god baby, you're gonna make me cuuum!"
My cock throbbed and bulged, jets of pearly white cum shooting out right onto him. Rope after rope of cum splashed onto his chest and belly before running down into the water. A few of the more powerful shots hit the underside of his chin and neck. If we weren't in the shower, I know from experience that he would have been covered in the stuff.
Finally, my cock calmed down and the last of my load dribbled out onto his hands.
"That was good, thank you pet" I said, kissing him on the cheek.
I quickly washed off my cock then stepped out the shower.
"Clean yourself up, you can sleep in the spare room."
"We have a lot to discuss in the morning."
DAY 18
I let Jamie sleep in late the next morning, he'd had a long night and no doubt had a lot on his mind. It also gave me some time to think. What had happened between him and his ex was a complete blessing for me, sending him straight into my arms. I would have to be careful, but I was now confident that I could get him to start living here, keep working as my full time maid, start converting him in earnest and ultimately turn him into the perfect slutty fucktoy I'd been dreaming of for the last 3 weeks.
He shuffled into the living room around 11, looking very sheepish. I poured some coffee from the pot and handed it to him.
"Sit" I said simply, pointing at the table.
We both sat down, and he sipped at his coffee.
"Thank you. For letting me stay here I mean. I really don't have anywhere else to go."
"That's alright sweetie, I understand. I'm even happy for you to keep staying here."
"Wow, really? That's amazing!"
"However" I cut in sharply. "This offer is conditional. If you meet my conditions, and only if, then you may stay."
"Of course, whatever you want."
He smiled warmly at me and I grinned back. He was too naive to realize that he was moments away from falling into my trap.
"Good. First of all, I want you to be under no illusions. Despite what took place in the shower last night and what you may have thought of the situation, we are not a couple. I didn't let you stay last night after you had some fun servicing my cock, I let you stay last night because you serviced my cock."
The light of understanding began to dawn in his eyes. He fidgeted nervously with the mug in his hands.
"Let me be very clear. There are 2 conditions to your continued stay here. Number 1, I still need a maid and that will be your full time job from now on. Number 2, I need a full release at least 3 times a day and it will be your responsibility to provide a hole."
Jamie was dumbstruck, I had essentially just offered him sexual servitude. I was counting on the fact that he had no other options.
"Well, what's it gonna be bitch?"
I drew out the last word for emphasis, I wanted to really highlight exactly what his new role was going to be.
"Will you...will you want to fuck my ass?"
Holy shit! I thought. Is that really where his train of thought went? Not concern over where he was going to stay, or my telling him I was going to turn him into a girl, but whether or not I was going to fuck his ass? Incredible.
"Oh my sweet boy, I already want to."
There was fear in his eyes, but deeper I could sense the first burgeoning embers of desire as well.
"But I am not a cruel Mommy, and I know this whole situation must be pretty intense. So I'll make you a deal."
I stepped over to him and leaned against the table next to him. I angled myself so that the thick bulge of my semi hard cock was clearly visible to him through my tights.
"If you follow all my other rules, I won't fuck your ass...until you beg for it."
I chuckled softly at his discomfort at the thought, and yet he couldn't tear his eyes away from my cock.
"I need to go to work soon, so I'll give you time to decide. Once I go, you may leave if you wish and go wherever else you want. If when I return this evening, you are still here and the flat is spotless, then I will take that as agreement to all my conditions."
I took his hand and placed it on my bulge.
"I know you want this boy, don't disappoint me."
I quickly stood up, grabbed my coat and bag and left him sat there, deep in thought.
-
When I opened the door later that evening, I found Jamie waiting for me brewing a fresh pot of coffee. Such a good boy.
-
Over the next few weeks I slowly eased him into his new lifestyle.
I ordered him to wax himself. The waxing was pretty painless, he barely had any body hair to begin with. I was overjoyed when I asked him how it felt later and he said that his clothes felt really nice on his newly smooth legs.
I started him on a new fitness regime that featured heavily on his ass and legs, no upper body exercises allowed. It featured plenty of lunges, hip thrusts and squats. Of course I made sure he exercised while wearing tight workout gear. After only a week his ass was really starting to pop out of the Lycra.
Of course on top of all this he practiced his most important duty, satisfying my huge cock and draining my heavy balls whenever I needed it, which was often.
I didn't push him in this regard either, and was content for him to use only his hands for now. He quickly gained in skill and experience. To keep up the power dynamic, I would always have him strip down to just his panties and liberally cover him with cum each time. I even took to keeping an XL bottle of lube prominently displayed on the coffee table that he would use each time I needed release. After the first week, he seemed to learn from my body language and demeanor when I was getting pent up, and would willingly offer his services.
Overall, I was very pleased with his progress and he was taking it to it very well, dare I say even enjoying it.
He was becoming more and more slutty every day, so I decided it was time to go further.
DAY 35
When I got home that evening Jamie was preparing dinner in the kitchen. He looked the picture of domestic bliss. I called him through into the hallway.
"Hi Mommy" he chirped happily, long ago having learned that's what he should call me.
"Come over here Jamie, there's something new I want you to learn."
Once he was stood in front of me I ordered him to kneel. Once he was down I re-positioned him so that his lower legs were flat along the floor, his butt resting on his heels with his head up and back slightly arched. I then placed his hands on his inner thighs. This is a classic submissive 'presenting' position, that shows the sub is ready for their next order.
"Good boy" I said. "You look lovely like this. From today on, I want you to present yourself like this to me every time I come home each night."
"Of course Mommy."
"You know, I really am pleased with your progress. Why don't you go get us some wine while I get undressed then come and join me on the sofa."
I stroked his cheek affectionately then walked off.
I hung up my coat then stripped out of my shirt and skirt leaving myself wearing only my underwear and stockings. I stretched and sat down, happy to be home after a long day at work. Jamie came through carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. He looked so cute I could watch him work like that for hours.
He poured me a glass and then stood to one side, waiting. His training was really paying off.
"It's ok, relax, sit down and pour yourself a glass."
"Thank you Mommy."
He poured his wine then sat down gingerly next to me. It was rare I allowed him these comforts around me so I knew he would be nervous. He had been very well behaved recently though, so I wanted to reward him for that and simultaneously push his boundaries further.
"Come here baby" I said, wrapping my arm around his shoulders and pulling him into me so that his cheek was resting on the swell of my bosom. He snuggled into me and sighed happily. I let us sit like that for a little while, both of us enjoying a tender moment and the wine.
"You've been enjoying all of this, haven't you?"
He didn't answer at first, still too shy perhaps. I swatted him lightly on the backside.
"Haven't you?"
"Yes Mommy" he squeaked.
"You like being my son?" I asked, a little bit of a mocking tone to my voice.
"Yes I do. I like feeling all soft and smooth. It all feels good, feels right somehow."
"Oh I know you do. It's because you're a little slutty bitch."
He looked a little hurt at that last comment.
"It's alright son, that's not a bad thing. Boys like you should understand their place and be happy for it."
"Besides, I like slutty boys..."
This seemed to calm him and he snuggled even tighter into me. I noticed his breathing get shallower and his hand started to creep up my thigh towards my bulging thong.
"I see you like me too..."
His small, dainty hand cupped my cock and I groaned in pleasure.
"Tell me what you like about me baby" I said, grinding myself slightly against his hand.
"You're so beautiful Mommy, and your body is incredible. I like everything about you."
"Ooh, you're earning plenty of brownie points today."
"What do you like best? Is it my face? My soft, plump lips?"
He shook his head and blushed.
"Is it my tits then? I know how much you loved it when I let you suckle on my nipples."
He shook his head again, his blush becoming a deep crimson.
I lifted my hips then slipped my thong down and off my legs with practiced ease. My cock rose quickly, bobbing in the air. He gripped onto it by reflex.
"Is it my big, throbbing futa cock that you love?"
He was staring at it, mouth agape and practically watering, as it always was whenever I revealed myself.
He nodded slowly.
"Then don't you think it's time you learnt how to suck it?"
He nodded slowly again.
"Then get down on your knees like a good boy, it's time to properly worship your goddess."
He slid off the sofa and positioned himself between my spread legs. I shuffled forward slightly, letting my full cock and balls dangle over the edge. He would need to get very used to being in this position from now on.
The tip of my cock bobbed around an inch from his lips, just beneath his nose. I watched as he took a few deep breaths, this close my musk would be strong and he was already mildly addicted to it.
"Kiss it" I ordered.
He puckered his soft, fat lips and gently kissed my tip. My cock throbbed in response and dollop of pre leaked out. He kissed it again, tasting me for the first time. I saw his pupils dilate slightly at the sensation. There was no escape for him now.
He kissed the tip again and again, each time becoming sloppier and louder.
"That's it son. I already knew you were a dirty panty sniffer, but the real thing is so much better isn't it?"
He nodded happily, too busy making out with my cock to respond with words.
"Don't forget my balls sweetie."
He ducked down, scooped up my dangling balls in his hands and ran his tongue all over them. Jamie was in sweaty ball heaven, licking, slurping and generally rubbing my swollen sack all over his face. He was humming in delight. The taste and smell must have been overwhelming for him.
"Urgh, yes. That's it you little cocksucker. Spit shine my balls. Work up a nice big load. If you think that tastes good just wait til you swallow my load."
His hands both came up and resumed swiftly jacking my cock above his head. He took an entire orb into his mouth with a wet pop and kept sucking. His hot mouth and practiced hands felt heavenly, and I soon realized I was closer to cumming than I thought.
"I'm getting close bitch, get back to sucking."
Jamie's head came up swiftly, already drooling he dove onto my cock, hoovering the head and a couple extra inches into his mouth. He technique was inexpert, but his enthusiasm and eagerness were unmatched. It was quickly turning into one of the sloppiest, messiest blowjobs I had experienced. Watching his plump, lips slobber and slide up and down my shaft was sublime.
I knew he wouldn't be able to take the whole thing, but his earlier efforts on my balls had them practically churning. Besides, I wanted him to taste every drop of this load.
"I'm gonna cum slutty, get ready for your first taste of heaven. Hands on my balls, now!"
He did as he was told, rolling my heavy cum factories in his hands. I pulled back til just the head remained in his mouth and vigorously jerked the rest with both hands. He looked up at me with absolute adoration in his eyes.
"Don't you...dare...waste any." I grunted, right on the edge.
"Swallow...it...alllll!"
I came. Hard.
The attention he had given to my balls had them producing a gigantic load. It shot forth in streams from my cock, splashing thickly into his mouth and throat. I watched, impressed, as his lips clamped down around the head and his cheeks ballooned out from the sheer amount but he kept swallowing and swallowing as I kept feeding him. I could see his neck pulse and contract in time with every burst from my cock.
After a while, my orgasm began to ebb. Only a few straw strands had escaped his lips and were dribbling down his chin. I pulled back and watched him swallow the last considerable mouthful, breathing hard.
"You must have wanted that bad, you swallowed almost of it you greedy little cum whore."
"You taste so good Mommy, it was so thick and creamy."
"And what do you say when Mommy gives you what you want?"
"Thank you Mommy, thank you for feeding me your cum."
"What a good little slut you are!"
"In fact, you've been so good recently I think you deserve a reward."
"I'm your slut!" he moaned loudly, cumming hard. His whole body tensed up and a few spurts of runny cum dribbled out of his cock onto his belly and my toes. It was over in a matter of seconds.
"Clean up your mess slutty" I ordered.
He subserviently stuck out his tongue and lapped up his own cum.
Jamie looked defeated, yet resigned to his fate.
"Good boy, now go make us dinner."
-
Another week or so later, Jamie was still progressing nicely. His daily routine now consisted of waking an hour before my alarm to prepare breakfast, before slipping into my room at the appointed time and crawling under the covers. I awoke each day to him nuzzling on my balls, before he proceeded with one of his fantastically sloppy blowjobs and the first load of the day down his throat.
He has admitted to me that this is the favorite part of his day. He told me that as my cock often leaks a little pre-cum during the night, the area under the sheets becomes hot, sticky and sweaty each morning. The little cum guzzler was rapidly becoming more and more addicted to me.
After the morning blowjob, he would don his uniform and proceed to serve me breakfast before I showered and left for work. He spent most of the day cleaning.
I had also installed a 12 inch 'Black Mamba' dildo to a full length mirror in the living room. It wasn't quite as big as me, but the practice wouldn't hurt. I found it very amusing to watch him repeatedly fuck his own throat while staring at himself. I often had to put a towel down to deal with all the excess drool. He could take all of me down to the balls, but I hadn't yet removed his gag reflex entirely so more practice was required.
He also never once complained my orders to not masturbate. I had taken to telling him that I would only let him cum again when my cock was buried balls deep in his tight ass. I knew his resolve was faltering on the issue and with enough time he would come to me, pleading to be fucked.
As usual however, my cock had ideas of it's own. It was like a bull to a red flag every time I saw him bend over. It wanted in that ass, and it wanted it now!
One day, I had epiphany. I thought of a way to convince him what a bitch he truly was, get him desperate to have his sweet ass fucked and add another ruined ass to my extensive list of conquests all in one fell swoop.
I found Jamie in the bathroom, washing his face.
"Do you understand now? Do you know what I was trying to teach you?"
"Yes. That I really am a slut."
"And...If you can't fuck, what should you be doing?"
"Getting fucked by my Mommy."
I chuckled and smiled warmly. He smiled timidly back, I think I had finally gotten through to him.
"That's right my precious boy. Don't worry, I'll be much more gentle with your ass the first time."
"Thank you Mommy."
"That's settled then. I'm going to go online and order lots of toys and lube for you to practice with. Then when you're ready, you know what to do."
-
I spent some time the next day going an anal toy shopping spree. I purchased a gallon of lube, a buttplug training kit, 2 set of anal beads, a prostate massager and a smaller 6 inch dildo.
Once they arrived, I set about adding them to his existing daily routine. I wanted him good and prepared for his first time and I was still serious about not fucking him until he begged me to do it. My cock was angry with me, and wanted nothing more than to bend him over and fuck his ass into oblivion but I sated it with regular blowjobs, of which Jamie was becoming quite the expert.
Jamie was required now to wear a buttplug at all times. I started him small, but every couple of days would increase the size until he was comfortably wearing the largest plug. At it's widest, it was just a little thinner than my cock. I couldn't wait for that exquisite stretching feeling when I entered him.
I also started teaching him about his prostate and how to have a prostate orgasm. He seemed very pleased when I explained that it was still possible for him to cum without ever touching his dick. When I first used the prostate massager on him, he literally squealed in pleasure. I thought he might cum on the spot! His p-spot was clearly very, very sensitive. I told him that when I crushed it with my cock, he would squirt like a real bitch.
Training and playing with his ass became my new favorite pastime. I would often spend a few hours each evening teasing him, stretching him and making him moan. It was during one of these sessions that he finally gave in, sealing his submission to me forever.
DAY 58
I had just finished my dinner and was relaxing on the sofa whilst Jamie cleaned the dishes. I turned and looked back towards the kitchen as it was always enjoyable to watch him work. I had opted to have him be completely naked today, and all he wore at the moment was a apron to protect him from splashes of hot water. His luscious ass was on display, the metal tip of his plug peeking out from between his cheeks.
I wanted him badly.
As if sensing my gaze, he turned and looked back over his shoulder. Confirming I was watching him, he winked at me and bent forward more, slowly waving his ass back and forth. This sort of behavior had been happening more and more lately. I think that as he got comfortable with becoming a slut, his confidence in his breedable body grew.
I also think that since he knew how badly I wanted to fuck him, he took no small pleasure in teasing me like this. In fact, it had almost become a battle of wills to see who would break first. Would he give in and beg to be fucked, or would I lose my self-control and roughly take him. We both desperately wanted the end result, my cock utterly filling his ass, but this twisted game of cat and mouse was very entertaining for both of us.
I was going to win, because I had an advantage and knew his weakness.
My advantage was that I was able to cum, if I got too horny and thought about bending him over and ravaging him, I would just blow a load down his throat instead. He on the other hand had not cum in weeks. I knew that every time I played with his ass, teased his prostate, slid my fingers in and out of him, he was getting ever more desperate for that sweet release.
Last night I was sure he was going to give up, but he just barely kept his composure.
Tonight. Tonight I would make him mine.
"I'm finished Mommy. May I go to my room?"
"Not just yet slut. Come here."
Ever the well behaved son, Jamie came over and stood beside me awaiting his next order.
"I'm very much in the mood tonight, so we're going to have a serious session."
"Go and fetch all your toys and lay them out by the bed."
"I'm going to go get changed into something a bit more...suitable."
He knew that my dressing up meant I was very serious.
"Oh, and put on those socks I love, you know the ones."
"Yes Mommy."
He kept his composure as I explained this, but I caught a glimpse of a huge grin on his face as he ran off.
I went into my room and stripped naked. Thinking about what I wanted to happen really had my blood pumping, so I decided to go for full Dominatrix mode.
I dressed myself in a black leather half bust corset that pushed my tits up and together into a valley of cleavage, black silk arm gloves that went all the way up to my bicep and thigh high black leather stiletto boots that laced all the way up the back of each leg. I also added some dark eyeliner and cherry red lipstick. I looked hot and dangerous.
When I walked into his room, I was very pleased to find Jamie face down ass up on the bed. All of his various toys were ready alongside him.
Tall, dark, sexy, dominant.
Small, pale, weak, submissive.
We were the picture of opposites.
I strode over to him and spanked his ass hard. He squeaked in pleasure and pain but held his position.
"You look so good like this pet. What a sexy slut son you've become."
"Thank you Mommy. Thank you for showing me who I was meant to be."
I reached down and gripped the tail of the plug, and very slowly pulled it free, pausing to let his ass stretch wide around the thickest part. I could hear his breathing get faster and saw his hands tense and grip the sheets. He groaned as it popped free.
I slapped my cock down between his cheeks and sawed it back and forth. His ass was so fat and bubbly that I could easily hot dog my shaft in between them. He rocked his hips in time with me, creating a delicious friction.
"Ready to beg yet slut? Just imagine all of this inside you?"
He opened his mouth to answer, but caught himself at the last moment. Instead he blushed and shook his head, but he was grinning at me. The game was well and truly on now.
"You little minx!"
"I'll have you begging before the night is over."
I slipped a finger inside him and pressed down lightly on his prostate. He squirmed and moaned.
"I know how much you need to cum."
I pulled back and picked up a long set of beads, each bigger than the last.
"Lets start with these."
Over the next hour, I mercilessly teased and tormented his asshole with every manner of toy.
I crammed his ass with the beads, pulling them out in a staccato rhythm to keep him guessing. I fucked him with a dildo, using the attached tube to pump him full of lube as if someone were cumming inside him. I filled him with a large vibrating plug, set it to maximum and paddled his cheeks raw until he cried out from the sweet agony.
I knew he must be close because when I inserted my fingers and probed him, I could physically feel the walnut sized lump of his prostate, swollen with backed up cum. His balls were twitching and his whole lower body occasionally spasmed. If he hadn't given his word, I think one touch of his cock would have set him off instantly.
I cupped his balls in one hand and rolled them around whilst with the other, I rubbed two fingers strongly back and forth across his p-spot. He had his eyes shut tight and was moaning and squealing in sheer bliss.
So I stopped.
I can't imagine the torment this must have caused him.
"Please..." I heard him whisper.
"I need to cum Mommy. It hurts."
"You know I won't let you cum until I fuck you."
I placed the tip of my cock at his entrance and applied the tiniest amount of pressure for emphasis.
"Please..."
He was nearly there.
"You know how good my fingers and the dildo felt, just imagine what will happen when I bury my fat futa cock inside you."
"I need to cum so baaad."
"You know what you have to say to make that happen slut."
There was a very pregnant pause, and then...
"Please fuck me Mommy. Please!"
There it was. I had won. It was moments like this that gave me the most incredible feeling of power and potency. I had taken this boy, humiliated him, degraded him and now he was literally begging me to plunder his asshole.
I thrust my hips forward and let my cock sink inside. It was heavenly. His ass was tight, hot, squeezing all around me and felt like it was sucking me in. Thanks to all the foreplay, half of me slid smoothly into him with no effort. I could feel his prostate getting crushed to a pulp under my thick shaft.
Jamie screamed out in pleasure.
"Oh my goooddd yeesssss!"
"You feel soooo good mommy. It's happening, I can feeeel it. I'm going to cuuuuum."
His asshole clamped down hard around my shaft and his hips bucked. Once, twice, three times. I couldn't see, but I knew that each time his cock had squirted onto the bed beneath him. When he finished, his whole body went soft as his muscles relaxed and I slid another couple of inches deeper.
"Such a good boy, cumming without ever touching your cock!"
"How was your first prostate orgasm sweetie?"
"Amazing."
At least I think that's what he said, his face was muffled by the pillow.
"Good, because that's the only way you're ever going to cum again."
"I'm going to really fuck you now pet, you can cum as many times as you want."
I pulled my hips back and slammed forward. He was lubed up and my cock was leaking pre-cum like crazy so the journey to the deepest part of him was smooth. After a few minutes of steady thrusting, my hips came to rest against his cheeks.
I flexed my kegel muscles so my cock twitched inside of him.
"How does that feel son? Fourteen inches of fat futa cock stuffed up your ass."
The only response I got from him was a gurgle and his hands coming back between his legs to fondle my balls.
"I guess that means you want me to fill you up with cum huh?"
"Very well, but don't blame me if you can't live without the feeling of me breeding you."
I pulled back so just the tip remained then slammed in hard. I started slow at first, but steadily increased my tempo. I didn't take me long to get up to full speed, driving every inch of my cock deep into him. The feeling was sublime.
After some time, I adjusted my position. When I pulled out I could see his gaping hole twitching as it desperately tried to be filled once more. There was a large puddle of thin cum pooled between his knees. Jamie must have cum at least 3 times. Now it was my turn.
I raised myself to my feet and squatted over ass. I pulled his knees into his chest and pushed his back down so it arched strongly and pushed his ass upwards. I slid my length back into him and got a good grip round his waist for balance. In this stance I would be able to drive my hips downward with a lot of power.
Once ready, I lifted up and did just that, the head of my cock punching deep into his guts. I found my rhythm again and knew that this time I wouldn't be able to stop until I had completely filled him with my seed.
I was like a fucking machine, becoming utterly relentless. Jamie moaned and shook and whimpered as he came another 3 or 4 times. Every thrust sent my cock slamming deep into him and my balls slapping hard against his.
I don't know how long this went on for. It must have sounded like a sexual metronome.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
When I finally came, it was a monster load. I sank my cock deep into him and held it there as innumerable blasts of hot, sticky jizz filled his bowels to bursting.
I sighed contentedly and pulled out. His hole was a ruined mess that didn't look like it was going to close up again any time soon. Thick streams of my cum bubbled out of it and streamed down over his caged dick and down his legs. He was clutching his bloated belly and moaning loudly, lost somewhere in the pain and pleasure.
I wiped off the mess of cum left on my cock with his pillow then kissed him softly on the forehead.
"You were a very good boy tonight Jamie. Sweet dreams. Don't forget about my morning blowjob."
-
Now that Jamie had submitted fully to me it was time for his advanced training. He had accepted his place and embraced the life of a slut. I was going to make him the hottest, sluttiest, most depraved slut he could be.
Since my guest room needed redecorating, I set myself to the task of turning it simultaneously into an all purpose fuck den.
I took out all the existing furniture and painted the walls a dark red then fitted a white carpet. The most extravagant purchase was a large 4 poster bed, that I also decorated with transparent, veil like curtains. The bed had a few extras, including an adjustable angle mattress, various attachment points on the pillars and headboard and a central bracket for a heavy mount like a sex swing. It was also surprisingly comfortable for sleeping on.
My favorite touch was the special messages I left for him on the walls. You know how you can order wall writing in pretty script? It's usually banal tripe like 'Live, Laugh, Love'.
Instead I ordered a DIY stencil set and painted him some more appropriate messages for his new position.
'Mommy's Fucktoy'
'Slave to Futa Cock'
'Obey your mommy'
You get the idea.
I upgraded his uniform too. I bought an even more over sexualised, fetish version. The shorts were so short they hung off his bubble butt leaving his cheeks bare and his buttplug on display. Round the front it just barely covered his dick.
To go along with all this, I increased and furthered his training. I ordered him to spend his most of his free time watching futa hypnosis videos through a VR headset whilst playing with his ass or sucking on a dildo. I also installed speakers in his room to play subliminal messaging during the night. My favorite track was a hypnotic loop entitled 'You Yearn for Cum'. His morning blowjob was always particularly voracious after he listened to that all night.
I kept him wearing a buttplug at all times except for cleaning, and I purchased him one that I could remotely control the vibrations of via my phone. I usually left it on minimum speed throughout the day but would occasionally spike it up to maximum just to keep him on his toes.
All of this combined had the effect of keeping him perpetually horny and extremely eager to please me, exactly as I had intended. He knew that particularly good behavior would be rewarded with me rigorously pounding his asshole, and since this was the only way I allowed him to cum he was incentivized to be the perfect slut. However, while I am not a cruel mother, I am a demanding one and if he did not sufficiently please me on any particular day, I would simply drop my load down his throat instead, leaving him wanting.
I can fondly remember one day when I came home to find him not in his usual kneeling position by the door, but instead on his hands and knees presenting his pink, well lubed asshole to me. I had been a bit mean with the vibrating plug that day and it had been a few hours since I had allowed him an orgasm. I think he hoped that his incredibly erotic display would turn me on to the point where I would just have my way with him right there on the floor. I was extremely tempted to do so of course, but knew that I had to keep absolute control at all times.
So instead I punished him for his audacity by locking him spread eagle onto his bed, gagging him, inserting a large vibrator and fixing his VR headset in place. I programmed it to only show the most depraved, explicit, goddess worshiping futa porn I could find and left him there overnight.
I did relent the next morning and fucked him to a sensational mutual orgasm though. Like I said I'm not cruel.
This went on for around a month and I couldn't have been happier.
Jamie was excelling, I had a live in fucktoy who couldn't get enough of my cock and my flat was always clean. Life was good.
There was just one more step to take.
DAY 91
It was another Saturday and I had the day off. What I was about to propose to Jamie had taken serious planning and would need my undivided attention. It had the potential to change both of our lives forever.
I called Jamie into the kitchen and told him to sit down. The stack of papers on the table and the look on my face told him how serious I was.
"What's going on?"
"Don't worry baby, everything is fine. I have something I want to discuss with you."
"Of course mommy."
"I'm going to ask you some questions, and I want you to be completely honest, even if you think I won't like the answer, alright?"
He nodded.
"Are you happy like this, with what you've become, truly?"
He paused for only a moment before answering.
"Yes, absolutely."
"Why? In your own words."
He paused for longer this time, deep in thought.
"I feel like...like this is who I really am. Like I'm not pretending anymore."
"I like what you do to me, I like following your orders, I like pleasing you."
I smiled warmly. "Keep going."
"My life was so difficult for so long, I had no idea what I was doing. With you I feel safe, I feel cared for and that I don't have to worry about anything anymore."
"Does that make sense?"
"Of course it does. That's such a good answer baby."
"So submitting to me, not just sexually, but in all the other ways you have, that's what you enjoy?"
"Yes. The sex is incredible obviously but it's more than that. Being with you like this has only made my life better."
"So would you say that giving up control of your life to me has improved it?"
"Without a doubt. It's honestly been freeing, liberating even."
Yes! Yes fucking YES! I thought to myself, trying to keep a straight face and hide my excitement.
"In that case, read this."
I slid the top sheet of paper over to him.
It gave an overview of the contents of the contract, which was outlined in great detail in the rest of the document.
To put it briefly, the document stated that Jamie would give up all his rights, privileges and possessions and would belong to me, as a pet.
Understandably, he looked a bit blank.
"Is this real?" he asked finally.
"Oh yes, a friend of mine is a very successful lawyer, and she helped me draft the document. It's been notarized, so if you sign, it's legal and binding."
"I know you're worried, but there are conditions. I can't permanently harm you, must provide shelter and provisions, must feed and clothe you appropriately, things like that."
"There's even a section specifically for appeal and annulment. If you truly believe that I am mistreating you then you can request counsel, and if they find me in breach, the contract is null and void and I have to compensate you a considerable amount."
"This is...I don't know what to say."
"What does your gut tell you?"
"It's telling me that this has been the absolute best experience of my life so far. But this..."
"I'm scared and excited beyond words."
"I understand how big this is. I'm not going to push you, or try and seduce you, or whisper honeyed words into your ear to make you sign."
"I want you to think clearly and openly and make your own choice."
"Here." I slid the entire contract over to him.
"Read it, take your time. I'll be in my room if you want to talk."
Reluctantly, I left him there, but I knew it was the right way to handle this. I couldn't force him to do this, and I didn't want to anyway. I wanted him to make this decision of his own free will. To realize how much better his life was with me and make the permanent choice to submit to me.
I sat nervously on my bed for an hour, trying in vain to concentrate on anything else. I went back to check on him and found him staring at the final page that needed his signature, pen in hand.
Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god. He's really going to do it!
He looked up as I approached and smiled.
"Promise me you'll take good care of me."
"I promise."
He signed the paper.
I looked down over his shoulder at our signatures.
Samantha Stevens -- mommy/Owner
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Jamie Wilson -- Son/Slave
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Holy shit! I fucking owned him!
"I'm so proud of you...my slave."
He was visibly shaking in his seat.
"On your bed now, naked, move!"
He ran off. I went into my room, stripped naked myself and picked up something I had been saving for this occasion. I hid it behind my back and went to find him.
He was sitting expectantly on his bed, completely naked as well.
"This is for you Slave."
I showed him what I had hidden.
It was a collar. Black leather with a soft padded interior. A bone shaped golden metal tag hung from the front like a dogs and a lockable clasp closed round the back.
I held it up for him to read the tag.
'Mommy's Little Cumdumpster'
He blushed and smiled, then held his hair up and out of the way.
I slipped the collar on, and locked it shut, sliding the key onto the chain round my neck next to the one for his cage.
"You look perfect Slave, now everyone will know what you are."
Looking at him like this, collared, my slave...I could barely control myself. My cock was as hard as steel, pulsing and angry, pre-cum dribbling liberally from the head. This wouldn't be a long fuck, but it would be amazing.
"And now..." I pushed him onto his back.
"I need to bust a fat nut, and you deserve a reward."
I grabbed the bottle of lube that was always on his bedside table, squirted a thick stream of it onto my cock and climbed on top of him.
I lift his hips up a little and he wrapped his legs around my back, I lined up my cock and pushed inside him. Thanks to the massive coating of lube and his well trained asshole I was able to slowly but surely hilt myself in one long thrust.
Jamie let out a silent scream of unbridled pleasure. I shifted my weight forward, smothering his face in my tits whilst wrapping my arms down and around his back, pulling him tight into me. Since I'm quite a bit bigger than him all a casual observer would have been able to see of him were his ankles locked around my back and his arms wrapped around my neck. I wanted to completely crush him into the mattress.
With practiced ease, I drew back and pounded my cock deep into him. His ass was so accommodating, so receptive, so eager that I was able to slam my bitchbreaker down in long, powerful thrusts without any fear of harming him.
"That's right. Take it you fucking Slave."
Slam.
"Take my fat futa cock."
Slam.
"Who owns this ass? Tell me."
Slam.
"You do mommy! You own meeeeee..."
Slam. Slam. Slam.
"You're nothing now, nothing but my slut pet."
Slam. Slam.
"Nothing but a hole!"
Slam. Slam.
"My personal cock warmer!"
Slam.
"My!"
Slam.
"slut!"
Slam.
"CUMDUMP!"
Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam.
We came together, my thick sticky futa jizz blasting into the depths of his ass while his weak little load splattered out onto his belly. My orgasm just went on and on and on. I had him completely smothered by my body and could practically feel my load splashing into his belly.
At that moment, I felt completely unstoppable, like I could take on the world.
Eventually, I had packed his guts with so much cum that it started pouring out around my cock, even though his elastic asshole created the tightest possible seal.
I pulled out, watching a river of thick cum flow out of his abused hole. I left him, wallowing in a pool of jizz. I needed to make a phone call.
She picked up after a couple of rings.
"He signed it!"
"I know, I know."
"Yes I'm sure."
"Doesn't matter, I own his whole body now."
"It's amazing."
"Can you do tonight?"
"Perfect, see you then."
I hung up.
Later that night when the doorbell rang, I sent Jamie to answer it. He was only wearing his collar and panties but I didn't care. It seemed like he didn't either.
A tall punk woman with neon green hair and almost every inch of her skin covered in tattoos stood outside.
"Hey V! Come on in."
"Son, this is Veronica, a friend of mine from uni."
"Hi Jamie, everyone calls me V."
"Hello Miss V, how may I serve you?"
"Told you he was well trained" I smirked.
"V is here to complete your transformation sweetie. You're getting inked."
There was a flicker of fear across his features, but it quickly passed.
"Of course mommy, whatever you desire."
"Still happy with the design we discussed Sam?"
"Absolutely."
"Great, no time to waste then."
Over the next couple of hours I happily watched Veronica work. She was a very talented artist, and the needle moved gracefully in her skilled hands. Jamie winced and occasionally moaned in pain, but I stroked his cheek to calm him. Soon enough, she was done.
I gazed upon Jamie's lower back. It now bore a stylized pink love heart surrounded by thorned red roses. It bore a message in the centre of the heart for all to see.
'Futa Cock Only'.
I smiled. It was perfect.