Message-ID: <41584asstr$1049231405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit From: supermof@fastmail.fm X-Epoch: 1049220946 X-Sasl-enc: Uf/MsE4V2CZ1RizaONzn3g X-Original-Message-ID: <20030401181546.940112AE6C@www.fastmail.fm> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 01 Apr 2003 10:15:46 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} The Downward Spirol Chap 4 (by MOF) Date: Tue, 1 Apr 2003 16:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, Vulpine I suggest reading the first three chapters before tackling this one. The story is Mmff, humil, spank, oral, incest and some other things that I've forgotten to mention. I'd like to thank my fans for their encouragement and support - both of them. Is this really how Hemingway got started? -- supermof@fastmail.fm -- http://www.fastmail.fm - And now for something completely different... <1st attachment, "The Downward Spirol - 4.doc" begin> Chapter 4 by David Tancredi Jill and I had what most people would consider an unusual relationship. It began normal enough. We met, we dated and we fell in love. But as the relationship developed our sex got rougher. We talked about it and tried to determine what it meant and what we desired. We experimented and tried different things and a pattern began to develop. On occasion, not too often, I would beat her. It was always consensual and it always involved sex. It added a dimension to our relationship that we both appreciated. The beatings took many forms and always had limits. If Jill thought I was exceeding her limits she knew that all she had to do was say stop and I'd stop. She never said stop. I beat her with a cane, a belt, a whip and a paddled. I beat almost all parts of her body except above the neck. I had even belted her palms and her soles. She yelled and cried and begged for mercy and always wanted more. We both loved it. About eighty percent of our sex was vanilla, no pain. The other twenty per cent was best. We both agreed on that. Most people wouldn't understand our relationship. They'd think there was no respect or something like that but they'd be wrong. I love Jill deeply and believe that she loves me every bit as much. I love her brown hair that's short and always in her face so that she has to continually brush it away from her eyes with an irritated gesture. I love her brown eyes that express so much when she looks at me and tear up when she's in pain but are always trusting and loving. I love her pert breasts and brown nipples. Her firm bottom that has dimples above each cheek. Her long firm legs that are strong and supple but not thick. Her complexion, which is clear and not too white and shows welts and stripes to such advantage. But these are all physical things that are part of the whole but only part. Her personality, sense of humor, determination all are part of the mix that I love so much. But in the end, the simple fact is that I love Jill. We talked a lot about her two children, Megan and Eric. Their father had died when they were young. Jill felt that they were happy kids but lacked passion, although she could never explain what she meant by that. One time I jokingly suggested that I should beat them as I beat her. But instead of laughing she looked at me with her serious brown eyes and said that maybe I was right. After that Jill and I talked about it many times. The discussions went down paths that I hadn't considered, paths that I didn't even know existed, paths that I didn't think we'd ever traverse in reality. How wrong I was. That summer Jill and I learned that Megan and Eric had passions that Jill and I never suspected. In fact, we all had passions that we never suspected. As the summer progressed the question that kept wearing at my brain was where was all this passion going to lead us. Where would it end? Two days before her children were due home from college for the summer, Jill and I had one of our erotically painful (painfully erotic?) sessions. I had thoroughly belted her and fucked her. Her body was cover with welts that she was quite proud of. The following day she called me and said that Megan had arrived home a day early and had seen her welted body unclothed. Jill told Megan that she was going shopping but called me instead and asked me to talk to Megan. She said that now might be a good time to find out if her daughter had any of that suspected passion that we talked about. Eric was due home shortly and maybe I could talk to him, also. I know that this all seems unlikely but Jill truly thought that there were depths in her two children that were not unlike her own depths. I was afraid that if I discussed things with Megan that her natural inhibitions would take over making it more difficult to bring her true feelings to the surface. So I had decided to not discuss things with her but to instead give her some commands. Depending on how she responded, the commands would keep getting more extreme. Megan would know that she could call things off anytime she wished, but she never did. She progressed from simple posture commands to stripping naked to suffering a pretty severe caning. Jill was in the adjoining room listening to what went on between us and at the same time looking out for Eric. It was while I was finishing up Megan's caning that Eric walked in and saw what we were doing. One look at the boy's face was all that I needed to know that he would be as compliant as Megan. I had Eric finish Megan's caning for me and I was afraid that he'd break the cane over the poor girl's bottom. I was pretty much playing things by ear by that time. Making them up as I went along. In a stroke of brilliance, I had Megan kneel at Eric's feet and undress him. He was so aroused that I was afraid the top of his head would blow off. I had her point his penis right into her own face and beat him off. It was comical. Her face was covered with his semen. She took it like a trooper. Jill came in during Eric's caning. She and Megan simply smiled at each other like it was quite ordinary for Megan to be kneeling on her knees with her face cover in cum. Jill stood against the wall with her fingertips over her mouth and watched as I caned her son. Megan delivered the last three strokes and, if anything, they were more terrible than the licks Eric gave Megan. When Eric's punishment was completed the four of us remained as we were for a full ten minutes as he regained control of himself. Megan knelt on the floor in a prescribed position of supplication, Jill stood against the wall next to me and alternately looked at her two children, and Eric lay across the kitchen table, his whole body shaking as he sobbed. Finally Jill went to comfort her son. He stood and the two of them hugged each other in an embrace that quickly went from maternal to erotic. Before Eric could blow his second wad all over his mother I broke them up and sent Eric to his knees. Jill sat at the Kitchen table. She was flushed with a dew of perspiration on her upper lip. Eric and Megan were kneeling, naked, side by side on the floor. They were sitting back on their heels and their knees were spread, displaying their sex. Megan's was wet and swollen and Eric's was erect. Their hands were folded behind their heads thrusting their chests forward and both of them had hard, erect nipples. Megan's were much more obvious, of course. Also, Megan's face was still covered with the cum that Eric had deposited there earlier. It was becoming dry and crusty. "It's time I set the ground rules," I told them. "The three of you have indicated, either through your actions or your words, that I am to be your master. I don't want this to be full time, of course, but only when I require it. During these times you will suffer pain and humiliation at my whim. For the sake of brevity we shall say that you will be under SPH, that is suffering pain and humiliation. When you are under SPH I will be your master and you must do exactly as I order. Every time you speak to me you will refer to me as Master David. Are we clear so far?" "Yes, Master David," the three of them responded in quiet voices. "There are two ways that you will know when you are under SPH," I continued. "I shall simply tell you or I shall give you a sign. The sign is this." I snapped my fingers and pointed to Megan. "If Megan wasn't already under SPH, she'd immediately drop to her knees and assume the position she's currently in and stay in that position until I say otherwise. If I snap my finger, point to you and then touch my shirt collar or some other part of my clothing, that means you are to strip naked immediately. Are there any question?" No, Master David," they said in unison. I continued with my instructions, which I was making up as I went along. "When you are under SPH, everybody present who isn't under SPH is also your master or mistress and you must address them accordingly. If there is any question about whose orders to follow mine are, of course, supreme. Bearing this in mind, right now, only you, Eric and Megan, are under SPH and Jill is your mistress and you must obey her." Jill smiled slightly as I said this and said, "That'll be a switch. Having them obey me." Eric and Megan smiled in return. "Any orders you might have?" I asked Jill. "Yes," responded Jill with enthusiasm as she kicked her sandals off. "Come over here and kiss my feet, Eric." Jill was smiling broadly as Eric replied, "Yes, Mistress...," he paused for a beat, probably trying to decide between 'Mistress Mom' and 'Mistress Jill.' He said, "Mistress Jill." The boy crawled to his mother and planted his lips on one of her feet with a gentle smack and then kissed the other. He then returned to his former position. I noticed that his penis, which had become flaccid, was again beginning to rise. "Your turn, Megan," said Jill, and Megan repeated the process. Jill looked like she found the entire exercise quitesatisfying. When Jill was through receiving her obsequious ministrations I pointed toward her and snapped my finger and she dropped to her knees and assumed a position identical to her children's only with her clothes on. Megan and Eric watched with considerable interest. Seeing their mother assume the same subservient position that they were in seemed to fascinate them. I pointed toward Jill a second time, snapped my fingers, and touched my shirt collar. Jill began removing her clothes and her two children became even more fascinated. Jill is a very attractive woman and as she removed her clothes her children began to appreciate the fact. "Some more rules," I said once she was naked. "When you're under SPH you don't walk unless given permission. You crawl. You're never allowed to use the furniture unless you're given permission. You remain on the floor. If you eat or drink, it must be out of a bowl that's placed on the floor and you're not allowed to use your hands. You eat and drink like a dog or a cat. Is this clear?" "Yes, Master David," they responded. They were coming along, I thought to myself. They had accepted my control and they were willing to suffer for me. I had broken down a lot of their sexual inhibitions, including those concerning incest. Before I released them from SPH though, I wanted to press them a little further. To test them some more. "Megan, kiss your mother," I ordered. "Yes, Master David," she murmured, and crawled over to her mother and gently kissed her on the lips. Jill held her position. "You may break position, Jill, and I want to see some passion this time. I want the two of you to respond to each other as if you had no inhibitions whatsoever." No inhibitions. Those were the magic words. The passion was there and they both wanted to express it. Their lips met and this time they remained together. I could see their tongues get involved. Jill's one hand began caressing Megan's hair and her other began sliding up and down the inside of her thigh, her fingertips occasionally touching Megan's sex. One of Megan's hands went to Jill's back and the other to her breast. The petting and kissing grew more fervored. "On your back, Jill," I commanded. Jill obeyed and Megan slid down beside her as her hand searched for and found Jill's sex. Jill was alternately kissing Megan and licking the dried cum on her face. They were both becoming more frenzied. "Kneel between your mother's legs, Eric," I said. "Then you know what to do." Eric crawled between Jill's legs and lowered his face to her sex, replacing Jill's hand with his mouth. Jill's feet were flat on the floor with Eric between them. Her knees were bent. In response to Eric's active tongue she was pumping her hips in the ancient rhythm. Both her face and Megan's were covered with saliva as they kissed and licked and sucked on each other. Jill appeared to be intoxicated with the taste of Eric's semen as she licked and sucked it from Megan's face. Megan was kneading Jill's breast, first one and then the other, with a ferocity that would have caused Jill pain if she wasn't distracted by her mounting orgasm. The whole scene was augmented by the additional colors created by the welts that covered Jill's body and the brightly colored asses of Eric and Megan. Jill's hand shot to the back of Eric's head and gripped a fistful of hair forcing his face hard into her cunt. Her ass raised six inches off the floor and remained there as every muscle in her legs tightened like stretched rope. Her toes curled and she grunted, " argh, argh, argh,...," with the same rhythm as Eric's tongue. Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen. She collapsed to the floor and melted into it. She pulled Eric's face back a bit but held him between her legs as he continued to lick her nether lips and the inside of her thighs. Megan's face had moved to Jill's breasts and she was gently kissing and licking Jill's nipples as her hand caressed Jill's face, smoothing her hair away from it. While this was happening I had removed my clothes and was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, waiting for the climax to climax. After Jill's breathing had returned to normal I snapped my fingers and pointed toward Megan who returned to the required kneeling position. Her face shined with a mixture of Jill's saliva, her own saliva and Eric's semen. Her body glistened with perspiration and her sex was moist with arousal. She stared at my naked body as if she wanted to devour it. But it wasn't her turn, yet. It was time for Eric to learn something more about himself. I snapped my fingers in his direction and then pointed between my legs. He paused a second but resignedly crawled to my feet and knelt. I gripped him by the hair and guided his face, which was wet and sticky with his mother's juices and his own saliva, to my erection and said, "Your busy little mouth isn't done yet, Eric. It's time to try something new and I sincerely hope, for your sake, that you show some enthusiasm." His penis, which became hard while he was servicing his mother, remained hard as he contemplated my penis. Evidently, anticipating a homosexual experience hadn't dampened his arousal. He raised one hand to my testicles and held them gently. He placed his other hand on my thigh and began caressing it. Then he tentatively lowered his lips to my penis and placed them around the head. He caressed the head with his lips and tongue, getting the feel and taste of me. Be began stroking the shaft with his mouth and I could tell that he was finding the experience sexually stimulating. He looked up into my eyes as if asking for confirmation. Was he doing it right? Did I find it pleasing? Then his consciousness dissolved and he became one with the sex act. He stroked and kissed and licked while all the time caressing my testicles and my slippery penis with his hands. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and shot my semen into has mouth. He drank and swallowed it. I released his hair, snapped my fingers and pointed to a spot beside Megan. He crawled to his sister and assumed the same position as her, his penis still hard. The pair of them displayed rampant sexuality. I could smell their arousal. I simply said, "I want you two to fuck. Now. Anyway you desire. Just fuck." And they did. I stood, took Jill by the hand, and the two of us sat on a love seat in the family room. There's no wall between the two rooms and from the comfort of our sofa we watched Megan and Eric fuck. Megan lay on her back and Eric got on top and drove into her. I don't believe they lasted five minutes before they both exploded in simultaneous orgasms. They collapsed and lay cuddled next to each other, Eric's head on Megan's chest. Jill and I sat on the sofa, our arms around each other and her head was on my chest. It was a peaceful scene. I wondered idly how this strange relationship would progress. 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