The unexpected encore

The four of us made their way out of the basement. None of them grabbed their stuff, they just went to the living room to see me off. Two middle-aged women were sitting there, the three flinching for a moment when seeing them. I hadn't paid that any mind at the moment, which turned out to be a huge mistake. The definitely younger of the two women greeted Mr. Goodman: "Hi James, long time no see. Do you remember your aunt? It's been so long, hasn't it?" He chuckled nervously and nodded along. She then turned to us and asked us what we were doing. Amber and the blonde lady jumped the gun and said that they were colleagues and decided to celebrate New Years together. The blonde woman's name was Donna, apparently.

Here was the crucial mistake I made. I answered more or less truthfully that I was an acquaintance of Mr. Goodman's, calling him by his first name, but then also mentioning his birthday. The woman, who's name was Pam, seemed to spiral from there: "Isabella, your new lover and your son share a birthday, isn't that a mighty coincidence?"

The Isabella woman, or perhaps I should call her Ms. Goodman, responded: "Yes, it was surprising at first. But see, I prioritize him over my... partner. So you don't need to worry at all, Pam."

"You're too nervous. Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking..." Pam -71 SP

From there, they started panicking. The woman named Pam started yelling, while Amber and her blonde colleague got behind her and pressed their hand over her mouth while keeping her hands tied behind her back. Ms. Goodman seemed to realize what's going on and was visibly distraught. "Go to the basement and prepare the rope, Nat", Amber demanded. In the confusion, and perhaps with a bit of lust still in me, I complied. Natalie +4SP (-29 SP) The longer I waited for them in the basement, the more I regretted my actions. It became clear to me that this Pam probably had similar fears as I did coming into this, except she fears for her sister. I thought that I should just go and make myself scarce to prevent doing anything illegal, but the party of five arrived before I managed to come up with a way to leave quietly.

Pam was seated on the chair. I still stood beside it and Amber just told me "You know what to do." Of course I knew how to tie her up. But this isn't the time to tie her up, is it? But... I know nothing about that woman anyway. She doesn't seem to recognize me anyway. Would it be a bad idea if... No no, I have morals. I think. I'm a reporter, I shouldn't be bribed by money. Or a sexy show. Oh god. What if... "Nat, do I need to do it? I thought you'd enjoy this." Amber's words pierced through my thoughts. My hands subconsciously brought the ropes to Pam's hands, still held by Amber and Donna. Pam is quiet, but by her noises, they might have gagged her already. I decided to give up and tie Pam to the chair. Her last chance of escape was now cut off. Natalie +5SP (-24SP)

Amber turned to Mr. Goodman: "I know you never wanted to do this, but... I see no alternative." He sighed heavily and continued thinking for a few seconds. He simply said "I suppose you're right" before continuing to wallow in his conflicted feelings. The room was eerily quiet. All looks were on Mr. Goodman. It's clear that he was the one calling the shots here. Pam panicked even more, when it became all too apparent. Mr. Goodman stared in the distance. "I always tried my best to remain a good guy. But now... I realize how lucky I had been. I had found people I enjoy the company of, that I find attractive, and I've come to build a great group of friends and partners. I couldn't be happier. But nothing has ever threatened my happiness quite like you, Pam. I give you one last chance. Keep quiet about this for the rest of your life, leave us alone and we will let you leave unharmed." Pam shook her had. Mr. Goodman's expression turned sad.

"Well, it's about what I expected. We'll get you to keep quiet, though, as much as it pains me to have to do this to you. You get three choices. Who do you want to convince you first? Mom, Amber, or me?" He untied her gag and she hurled insults at him. He was clearly in thoughts. The blonde, Donna, put her hand on his shoulder and told him "It's fine. I think it's the only way right now." He took a deep breath, and then raised his hand, slapping her. "I asked a question. Answer or we'll keep you here until you calmed down, on your own or due to a lack of water." Pam looked... deflated. A soft "Isabella" crossed her lips and Ms. Goodman took center stage.

Ms. Goodman took another chair and sat in front of her sister. She sighed, while undressing a bewildered Pam. "I finally come back for Christmas after way too many years and this is the thanks I get? You ruined master's birthday party."

"Don't you realize something's wrong with you? He's your son. And why are you so willing to care about him, he's an adult."

Displeased with that answer, Ms. Goodman squeezed one of Pam's nipples tightly and turned it around, causing Pam to scream from the pain. "He's not simply an adult, he's my son, my partner, and my master. It's only natural to care about him and his wishes a lot. Have I asked you for help?"

"N-No, but... you need help. He messed with your mind. Look at how you and all the others simply do as he says. That isn't normal."

As if to deny that their obedience is abnormal, Ms. Goodman subjected Pam's other nipple to the same treatment. "I believe that any relationship, where all partners are happy, is okay. I've come to visit my family to visit my loved ones, not because I needed to be cheered up. Every day with master is already blissful."

"You sound brainwashed. Snap out of it!"

Ms. Goodman decided to be even rougher than her master, not slapping her face, but her tits. Pam shrieked in pain. "So you think I'm not happy? I'm being abused? Do you think I'm a brainless idiot who only thinks with her cunt? Then tell me, who was there to comfort me when I found out John was cheating on me? When the only thing I used more than **** was tissues to dry my tears? When I had no idea what to do with the rest of my life? When police officers had to search the entire house I raised two children in,m? Who was the bedrock I needed to stand on my own two feet again?" She grabbed Pam's face by her chin. "Listen, Pam, if I sound brainwashed, it's just because master gave me a way out of the shitshow that my life had become. The one who gave me hope, who restored my confidence and my optimism for the future was master. He picked me up when my life crumbled in my own hands. After all that had happened, I had realized my feelings for master. And only after that did we have sex. Only after that I decided to call him master. You might think it strange, you might think I am ****, but when you call me brainwashed, you are disrespecting not just what master has done for me as any good child would, but also my own feelings; no my very being and personhood. I am happier, because I get to live with master now. I get to enjoy life again with no worry for the future. I'm not brainwashed, I'm just happy. And I'm hurt that you want to destroy that just because you think it's weird."

Pam began to cry. "I... I'm sorry I never considered your feelings." Pam +6SP (-65SP) The words seem genuine, but they were a struggle for her to say. It's clear she didn't like to admit that she was wrong about any of this. She's rather stubborn. Stubborn? Isn't it good that she doesn't let go? Ugh... What am I doing here? I should just slip out. "But even if he gave you hope... Why go for someone that young? Wouldn't it be more appropriate to date someone your age?"

Ms. Goodman quipped back: "Wouldn't it have been appropriate to not have had a **** husband?" Pam was unhappy with that answer, so Ms. Goodman added another layer: "You're in your thirties and I'm a decade older, tell me, how's the dating going for you?" Pam gritted her teeth. "Listen, even if you never end up loving master like I do, I hope I made you understand why I want him in my life. Why I want all of this to continue. And why I will do what needs to be done to protect my happiness in my life. If this is where we split paths, I'm afraid this is where we'll have to split. If you can't change your mind, we won't ever see eye to eye on this, ever."

Pam began to whimper. "Is..." She continued crying. After a minute had passed in silence, Ms. Goodman left with the words "I'm tired master, I hope you'll excuse me. I'm sorry we couldn't celebrate your birthday as I had hoped." Mr. Goodman saw her off, returning his attention to the tied up Pam afterwards.

"Are you happy now? Or do you require further explanations?"

This phrase reignited Pam's anger. "Do your worst."

Mr. Goodman chuckled. "I'm beginning to feel like you're enjoying this. Tied up, in a basement where nobody can come to your help. Sitting with naked breasts in front of a guy that you think has ill intentions..."

"Of course you do, you sick pervert..."

"I'll tell you what. You don't have to endure my smugness much longer. However in exchange, Amber gets to play with you. Like it or not, I understand women well, some better than they understand themselves. I'll let Amber have fun with you. But remember one thing. Every orgasm you get means I'm right. The more you get, the clearer it is that you're a slut happy to have been caught by someone stronger than you." He touched her crotch. "It's clear that you're already wet anyway. Perhaps it's time to admit that you're simply jealous of her."

"Hmph. As if I would orgasm. I'm not a lesbian and I'm not into this crap."

Tough words. She doesn't seem to have caught the fact that Mr. Goodman cleverly shifted the focus. Pam perhaps thought of escape, or of getting her sister to "snap out" like in a children's movie where the power of friendship helps break the mind control. But this is real life and mind control is fake, so Ms. Goodman's love is real. All Pam thinks about now is her unenviable position and the thought of being perceived as enjoying something that clearly caused her to have a lot of concern for her sister. Amber started going for the classic, undressing first. I got a glimpse of her pussy, and he may have hit bullseye. Despite all the pain, it was very wet. No, maybe because of the pain? I'm unsure.

The next hour was hot. Very eventful. Amber knows what she's doing, handling everything from anal beads to vibrators to clamps. This one hour lesbian sex variety show happening in front of me was too good to withstand. I quietly unzipped my pants and started rubbing as well. This must be how I looked when I was in the ropes... Pam is drowning in ecstasy, her moans becoming part of the background noise, just like the sound of the pipes transporting water and gas to the house. It was a basement that reeked of sex and was absolutely filled with pheromones of two hotties making out. The more I rubbed, the more I understood Amber. This is why she loves it here. Why she follows Mr. Goodman's every word. Every night can be her lesbian paradise if she so chooses. Mr. Goodman has feelings for her anyway, right? She can just say no if she doesn't feel like it one day. But even just getting his leftovers... Fuck, I wish I was her. I wish I was here. This is a place I wanna belong to. Natalie +5SP (-19SP)

As if reading my mind, I suddenly see an erect cock next to me. I wanted to speak up, say it's inappropriate, but my mind quickly wanders elsewhere. The room is too hot, to sex-filled, to think of anything else. Mr. Goodman even had more patience than I did. I really am a sex-crazed slut, huh? But it's fine. They all have their reason to be here. And it's clear that Mr. Goodman might be the first person on everyone's mind, but he certainly isn't the one that everything centers around. That Donna woman gave him encouragement earlier on. It's clear that as much as he is dominant, it's still a relationship where he values his partners. She must have her own reasons to be here, just like Ms. Goodman and Amber do.

His cock is twitching next to my head. I had already let it conquer me before, so what am I even hesitating? I wrap my left hand around it and start to take his huge member in my mouth, my other hand is playing with my clit. Natalie +2SP (-17 SP) I didn't know what kind of taste I was expecting, but I feel like it satisfied a craving I never had before. It's no longer just the mood in the room, it's his cock too that I want. I want more than just his precum. I want the big prize. My tongue swirls around his hot rod, stimulating every bit. I don't need to try to tighten anything, he is large enough for my mouth and throat alone to be good enough to satisfy him. Seeing him enjoy himself made me... happy. No, relieved. He clearly went through a lot today. He deserves a little bit of a break. Yeah...

Not like I can judge him for getting horny either, I was the one that started first. The moment was finally here. I couldn't wait. His cum gushed out. I kept it in my mouth to savor the taste for a while, before swallowing it. It felt so good. It felt so right. I wanted more. His erection didn't subside, but it was weaker. He turned away from me and I was sad. Despite the pain it must have brought him to put his pants back on, he did so and approached Amber, and as he did, Pam orgasmed. Asking for an update, we learned that it was her first time this hour. Pam +2SP (-63SP) Mr. Goodman was clearly distraught. His eyes wandered to Donna, who had taken a nap on the wall. Poor thing, she slept through the best part. His consideration made sense. From my own experience, I can tell that Donna is a smart, fast learning, and highly analytical woman. She could use Pam's weaknesses against her. Mr. Goodman and Amber were whispering about how to proceed, as it clearly hadn't worked to humiliate her.

Now. Now was my time. My rational side turned on every warning siren, every red flag to tell me to not do it. But I stepped forward, knowing that it might seal Pam's fate. I whispered in his ear: "Mr. Goodman, she was already quite wet after you and your mother slapped her, wasn't she? I think you claiming that she's into this might be true. Hammer home on that point." Natalie +8SP (-9SP) Mr. Goodman was seriously considering my idea, it was Amber that surprisingly disagreed: "I don't know... I chatted with Isabella about her, and she broke up with a guy because he had very old-fashioned, sexualized ideas on where women belong. I don't think a woman who said goodbye to that kind of man is able to accept master that way." What she said made sense. But I thought I had a hunch... Mr. Goodman pulled out his phone and showed it to Amber, both of them were surprised. Smirking at me, they soon turned their gaze to Pam again.

"Are you willing to do this, master?"

He sighed. "It's not a question of whether I'm ready or whether I want to. It's a question of having to do it. I need to protect those that I love with all my heart, like you and my mom. That is all." Amber gave him a hug, as if seeing him off to a dangerous journey. He once again approached Pam. "Congrats on your first orgasm. You're quite tough, so maybe I'll need to up the ante, huh?"

"Fuck you. Just let me go and I'll report you to the police." Mr. Goodman began to smile.

"Hahaha... I'll tell you what. If you dare report anything, I'll get the case dismissed. The investigation into my father gave me one valuable thing... Contacts. I know the head of the sexual crimes department quite well. She owes me a lot, you know. Plus I cooperated with the investigation into my father quite well and not even mom will back you up on anything you say. Your case will go nowhere. I suggest you know your place from now on, bitch. I'm getting tired and I'm done playing nice." Slap. The side of the face he had forgotten earlier. And a moan. And a scream.

"Looks like my newest girl was right... You really are a painslut, huh? One slap to the face and you're wetter than after five minutes of Amber enjoying herself."

"N-No... fuck you. It hurts. Leave me alone."

"You brought this upon yourself. Mom told you to stay away. I gave you multiple opportunities to leave as long as you stay quiet."

"B-But I promised you."

"Listen, cunt." He grabbed her chin forcefully. "I can tell when you're lying or not, and so can Amber. Maybe that's my superpower that allowed me to have so many loving partners. I know when they're honest and I know what they're into. And I know two things about you. You were lying through your teeth when you made those promises, and you seek little more than a man to forcefully put you in your place."

Releasing her from his grip, she was too stunned to respond. She took deep breaths. No, wait... She was trying to keep some moans quiet. It took a minute until she regained her composure. "So what's your plan then, smartass? Do you think I'll be all that quiet when I get home? When I can run away before you even realize what's going on?"

"Unfortunately for you then, there is no easy way out, is there? Seems like I'll have to break you until you can no longer live without the pleasure I give you. But unlike Amber, I'll be different. And keep in mind. We'll know you're into it, if you cum. So you better keep resisting hard like you're doing so far." It was a good setup. He slapped her breasts, the side his mother didn't slap before. She came immediately, gushing like a waterfall. Pam +5SP (-58SP) She had barely recovered, when Mr. Goodman took my old seat and placed her on his lap. "Already coming from the teaser, huh? Don't worry, I'll get you even better now. I'll train you until you beg to be slapped again."

"How long do you think it'll take? Why would I suddenly like you the more you orgasm?"

"You're in denial about your kinks. You will realize the errors in your sex life in about a dozen orgasms. Should only take about 15 minutes, don't worry." Pam was shocked. But it was clear what he was aiming for.

He began: "What am I to you?" Befuddled, she said: "My nephew?" One spank on her bottom. "Wrong. I will make you part of my harem, thus I am your master. Try again. What am I to you?" She refused to answer and promptly earned herself another spank, making her cum. Pam +5SP (-53SP) He continued: "The first orgasm of many to come. I can make this quick or slow, your choice. What am I to you?" "An idiot", she foolishly responded, earning herself another spank. This continued for several minutes.

"What am I to you?"
"..."
"Wrong."
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Pam +5SP (-38SP)
"What am I to you?"
"M-my master."
"Good slut."

"Is your master wrong for taking you and his mother?"
"..."
"Wrong."
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"Is your master wrong for taking you and his mother?"
"N-No..."
"No what?"
"N-No, it's master's right."
"Good slut."

It was clear that she was tired and exhausted, but mentally still resisting. It annoyed me a bit. I don't want to blame her for these events, but she needs to know when she's outwitted, outmatched, and outplayed. And... it was me that gave the hint. I sealed her fate. She'll turn into a broken mess, eager to serve her master even more that the others... Because of me. I... should feel guilt. I should feel shame. But in this moment, all I can think about is seeing a woman cum non-stop while being trained in front of my eyes. I want to feel her pleasure. I want to feel her... happiness. ... No! This is wrong. What did he say earlier, he could quash investigations? Isn't that bad. I need to focus, I need to get out of here, I need to take notes.

"Isn't it pointless to resist a this point? Who else can pleasure you this way?"
"..."
"Wrong."
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"Isn't it pointless to resist a this point? Who else can pleasure you this way?"
"Only master can satisfy me this way. I should not resist."
"Good slut."

This last question... It lingered in my mind. Why did I try to resist? To get a story about him out there? I had my fun with him, he was willing to answer my question. We all had a steamy encore... What's not to like? And he's right... Who else can pleasure her that way? It's clear he only did it because he needed to. Had she submitted sooner, she would have had an ass less sore and red. Amber was taking care of it now. Oh how I wished that I could rub that cream on her plump ass instead... I lost my train of thoughts again. All my questions circle back to one question. Could I ever find another guy this able to keep the professional and the sexual sides of our relationship separate? Could I ever find a guy as hot or with as big of a dick and as great of a girlfriend as Amber to have sex with? The answer is a simple no. I should contact him again in the future, for more the fun we had today. Natalie +9SP (0SP)

Amber looked at me. "Mind helping me clean up?" Of course I would. Anything to leave a good impression for the hostess and the host. We cleaned the part of the basement that Pam had squirted on. I'm glad I swallowed his cum earlier, less to clean up. Amber and I brought Donna to her room, Mr. Goodman and I brought Pam to the couch, she left defeated soon after. After this long evening, I spent my night with Amber and her fiance.