Vivienne: his big nipple slave

Being a parent can be stressful. Especially a single parent. No one knew this challenge more than Vivienne Fox, who at 37 had been forced to be single mother to both her teenage son and tween daughter for years now. Against the wishes of her parents, a much younger (and dumber) Vivienne married the father of her children. She was so head over heels that not even her parents threatning to cut her off would make her leave his side. She spent every day wishing she had just listened to them, as when the going got rough and money got tight, the bastard decided his best move was to cut off his family, leaving Vivienne to hold everything together. She was forced to work job after job, never getting even a second to herself. When she wasn't working, she was cooking and cleaning and making sure their cramped apartment was paid for on time. But yet despite all the hardships, Vivienne wouldn't trade any of it for the world. Her little darlings were the world to her and she would suffer through whatever for them.

Now you might think being a middle aged single mother with two kids might make dating hard, but not for Vivienne. In fact, it was almost the opposite. Work, shopping, just walking on the street. It seemed wherever Vivienne went, someone was always trying to get in her pants. She had even begun noticing stares from her son's friends, who would always conveniently want to "hang out" at their apartment whenever Vivienne was doing her chores. They all thought they were being slick, but Vivienne saw through it right away.

But why was this? Vivienne wasn't ugly for her age by no stretch of the imagination. Late thirties but could easily pass for mid twenties on her bad days. Curves in all the right places. Short, messy brown hair she never had the time or energy to do up nicely. She was by no means unatractive, but not quite the knockout worthy of the attention she was getting. So why?

Well, Vivienne had found that whenever she humored one of these men, they were always looking down. Not at her bust, no. While she did have an impressive chest, Vivienne was well aware of what drew the eyes of men. Her nipples had always been large, ever since she went through puberty. And they only got bigger with the birth of her children. No matter what type of bra she wore to cover them, they would always end up slightly visible. It had always been a cause for embarrassment for Vivienne, but over the years she had come to realise how to use it for her own benefits. A bra that they would easily poked through, a shirt that was just a bit too tight and voila! Men were all of a sudden very generous with their tips. She always felt gross objectifying herself like this, but it's a living. What Vivienne didn't know was that this money hack would sign the end of her life as she knew it.

While working one of her waitress jobs one day, Vivienne had her daughter Danielle with her. She had finished school early and since Vivinne didn't have access to a babysitter, she brought her along for a shift. She had sat her down in a booth, given a lollipop and her phone and told her to only speak to her if it was an emergency. It was going well for the most part, Danielle happily playing some mindless phone game while Vivienne wiped down counters and served customers, until suddenly, "MOMMY!"

An ear piercing scream came from Danielle's booth. Quickly turning around from pouring up a cup of coffee, Vivienne saw a scene of her daughter on the ground balling, her lollipop broken and some asshole, most likely the perpetrator, standing above her laughing. Vivienne's mama bear instinct kicked in immediately and she marched over, ready to beat whoever this creep was into a fine paste.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" She roared as she pulled up her sleeves, already getting ready to pummel this guy. "Nobody makes my little girl c-"

"Holy shit your tits are huge!" Benny suddenly interrupted the loud milf with. Vivienne's face turned a bright red.

"Oh, you're really gonna get it nOWHWHO!" Vivienne's words were cut off into a loud moan as Benny suddenly reached out and twisted her nipples through her shirt. Hard.

"AHGHGH!" She fell to her knees, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

"Jesus christ, look at these udders. I bet if I keep squeezing them I bet milk will come flowing." Benny chuckled as he tugged them repeatedly.

"S-Stop it! S-Stop right now!" Vivienne managed out through gritted teeth, not sounding particularly menacing when it was clear she was holding back moans of pleasure.

"Well, you did it to yourself, lady. Coming at me screaming like a lunatic. I am only defending myself."

"Y-You were antagonizing my daughter... I-I had to step in..."

"What are you talking about? I've done nothing like that. In fact, it's your daughter who was antagonizing me. Screaming so loudly when I took her phone, broke her stupid lollipop and showed her to the floor."

Vivienne got a confused look on her face. "W-What? That doesn't..."

Her sentence was cut short once again by another painful twist from Benny. "Sure it is. Look around lady. If I was attacking a little girl, wouldn't the whole dinner be charging at me trying to kick my ass into tomorrow?"

Vivienne looked around, noticing how all the patrons were casually sat in their chairs, drinking and eating away as if nothing wrong was happening. If nobody was reacting, then surely nothing could be wrong, right?

"A-Ah... I see that now. S-So sorry for causing a scene over nothing, s-sir..."

"That's it? Just a quick 'I'm sorry'? Don't I deserve a little more for your accusations and your brat nearly rupturing my eardrums with her scream? At least be a good mother and make her apologize!" He punctuated his words with a sharp tug, the pain nearly causing Vivienne to pass out.

"Ahhh! Y-Yes! I am so sorry sir!" She shakily turned towards her daughter, who was looking on with a face of terror. "D-Danielle sweetie... a-apologize to the nice man for what you did..."

"What? Mom what are you talking about? He hit me!" Danielle sobbed out. "M-Mom... you're acting really weird... why are you letting him touch you like tha-"

"I said I apologize now!" Vivienne interrupted her daughter with a scream, something she had never done before. Even when Danielle got on the last of her nerves and pushed her to the brink of mental collapse, Vivienne had never gotten physical or yelled at Danielle, always making sure to keep maximum amount of patience for her children.

This sudden new anger from her mother caused Danielle to flinch back in terrified surprise. Too scared to argue back, she looked up at Benny, shaking like a leaf. "I-I'm sorry for being mean towards you, s-sir."

"That's better." Benny said satisfied, giving Vivienne's nipples one last, long twist almost entirely around before letting go. The milf fell to the floor, panting heavily.

"I'm guessing since you took your brat with you to work, you're one of those broke whores?"

Vivienne looked up at him, still breathing heavily. "Y-Yes... I have... two children. My daughter and her older brother. I have no support, so I have to work a lot to provide for them. T-That is probably why my daughter is so ill-mannered. I apologize for that..."

Benny got an evil, mischievous smile on his face. "So you are broke? Well, lucky day for you! I'm always looking for new slaves. And since you got those udders on your chest, you can be..." he thought for a few seconds, stroking his chin until a lightbulb suddenly went off in his head. "My big nipples slave!"

Vivienne's face gained a bright expression over the offer. "R-Really? You're giving me a job? Even after all that?" she slowly began getting up off the floor. "Oh, thank you sir!"

"Yeah, but since your kid is a total brat and you tried assaulting me, I'm not gonna pay you for it. Consider it more like... debt. You'll have to work back what you owe me, and then maybe I'll think about paying you."

Vivienne got a very serious look on her face. "Yes, of course. That only makes the most sense. Again, I am extremely sorry, sir. I promise I'll work to repay you."

Benny got another shit eating grin on his face. "Good. Now," he pointed towards her general frame. "First things first, we gotta get you a proper work uniform. The shit you're wearing now looks like garbage. Throw it off."

"Right away sir!"

Like a dutiful employee, Vivienne immediately ripped off her waitress clothes, standing in the middle of the dinner fully nude, her large nipples on proud display.

"Good. Now follow me."

Benny and Vivienne began walking out of the dinner, Danielle still on the floor looking shocked out of her mind.

"M-Mommy! Where are you going?" she yelled, reaching her arm out towards her.

Vivienne turned back with a glare that could kill. "Shut up! I'm doing this for you! Because of your actions, I now have a debt to master Benny. Just go home. I'll come back when my debt is fully paid."

"B-But you drove me here..."

"So walk! Christ, you're old enough to remember directions, aren't you?"

With that, they walked out of the push doors, leaving the confused little girl left scared on the dinner floor.

Ever since that day, Vivienne has worked as Benny's big nipple slave. The first thing he did was change her name. Vivienne was far too long for his liking. So it was now just Vi. Short and simple.

The second thing was getting her a new outfit. It consisted of a pair of jean shorts so ridiculously short they struggled to contain her hips and were always showing a bit of her ass. Cramped high heels that were painful to walk in and no shirt. She was his big nipple slave after all. The only thing Vi was allowed to wear on top was a piece of string that tied her nipples together, with a heavy weight also tied to it. This made sure her nipples were always in a state of being pulled and weighed down, causing an immense mix of pain and pleasure.

The final thing he had her do was shred her phone. After the dinner incident, her son had been blowing it up like crazy, and it got on her master's nerves. So after selling her entire closet and everything of worth in her apartment and emptying out what measly college savings were in her bank account, Benny had her throw it in a blender. She shouldn't be distracted at work anyway. She had asked him if she could save some photos of her kids before she did it, since they didn't exist anywhere else. Benny only replied with a slap to her face. So, without saving anything, Vi turned on the blender and went on her way with her master.

As Benny's big nipple slave, Vi's only job was to walk behind him and make him look good. She has a vibrator in her pussy, but it's never powered up enough to make her cum. In the beginning of her job, Benny would fuck her every now and then, but he hasn't so much as touched her for months now. She wishes she could cum so freaking badly.

Vi is not alone in her position. Surrounding her every day were three other girls. Monique, a black girl assigned as his thong slave. Apparently she used to be some high-class rich girl before working for Benny. Vi always did wonder why someone of such a high status would leave all of that behind to work for her master.

The second was Matty, his pasties slave. She was some sort of druggie who always seemed out of it. Out of all the slaves, she was the one dressed most like Vi, only wearing an hawaiian skirt and completely nude up top aside from her pasties.

The last one was Slime, a trans woman assigned to be Benny's penis. She was completely nude, just walking around frantically swining her penis.

The four girls would speak to each other sometimes when their master wasn't looking, but not much came out of it. Monique always seemed so sad for some reason and Matty and Slime weren't much conversationalist. One drugged out of her mind completely and the other focused only on coming.

Sometimes as she followed her master down the streets, watching him pick up new slaves, Vi wondered when her debt was going to be done. Every time she asked her master, he'd just offhandedly respond with "5 months" "10 years" "just one more day" "I don't know. Until I get bored of you"

As much as she loved serving her master, she did want to get home to her children soon enough. Hopefully they found some other way to pay for the apartment, or haven't been picked up by child services. Without her phone, it would basically be impossible to find them again now.