Mommy Is a Slave
Copyright© 2026 by Daphne Parish
Chapter 5: Finding JOI
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Finding JOI - After a failed marriage and boring online dating sites, Gail decided to try something different. She was looking for a new lease on life. What she found a new leash...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Sharing BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Food Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism BBW Public Sex Size
“Make sure you clean everything while you’re in there, Slut. I don’t want any bugs crawling around my house. Check your entire self, head to toe, for ticks. Your kid let that grass get outta control and there’s no telling what’s growing or slithering around on you right now,” Rick yelled from outside the bathroom.
Gail was ashamed that her son, Jonathan hadn’t cut her grass like he’d promised, but only because Rick mentioned it. They weren’t terribly close, mostly due to the divorce. Her ex had a way of massaging the facts and Jonathan was convinced that Gail was the bad guy. This was one way he could get back at her. It was humiliating to live in a nice neighborhood with grass growing out of control. Previously, she never would’ve noticed, but she was keenly aware now that she’d been rolling around in it naked. Surely someone from the HOA would be dropping by if he didn’t cut it soon. She would need to text him as soon as she finished with the shower.
“Dammit!” Gail cursed out loud in the shower.
She had forgotten to text Abigail and cancel their “girl’s night out”. She would be worried sick. Gail quickly soaped herself and washed off, checking for critters as much as she could, then toweled herself dry. She practically ran to her space and looked at her phone. Missed messages totaled 5, as well as missed calls. One call from Jonathan and the rest were Abigail. She didn’t bother to read the texts. She quickly dialed Abigail’s number.
“Mom? Where are you?” Abigail answered.
“I’m with my friend, I’m ok. I am so sorry I missed your calls and texts. I completely forgot and left my phone at home this morning.”
“Oh, it’s fine. So you didn’t read my texts?” Abigail said, quizzing her.
“No, I just got out of the shower and remembered my phone, why? What’s wrong? Are you ok?”
“Oh I’m fine. I was just trying to let you know that I wasn’t going to make it tonight. I’ve got a headache and I’m not really up for company. That’s all. I’m glad you’re ok though. I figured you had left your phone at home.” Abigail sounded fine and Gail figured it was just miscommunication, or lack thereof.
“Well, I’m glad you’re ok with it. I was tied up most of the day and I meant to text you. Everything is good though. I’ll let you go so you can rest. We can reschedule later,” Gail offered.
“Sounds good. Oh, Jonathan was looking for you. Something about the mower or something. You should text him if you haven’t already.”
“Thanks sweetie, I see a missed call. I’ll ring him back as soon as we hang up, but if there’s a problem do you think Eric might be able to help with my lawn? I hate to ask, but I’m an absolute idiot when it comes to mechanical stuff. Well, you know that.”
“I’ll ask him, but check with Jon first. Love you!” Abigail said, hanging up.
Gail was dialing Jonathan’s number when Rick walked by her space. He paused and looked at her sternly, “Downstairs in two minutes. Everything is ready.”
Gail’s space was where she kept her belongings. It was a tiny 5’ x 5’ cubicle located down the hall from Rick’s office on the upstairs level. When she was in trouble, he put her there to sleep. The floor was covered with bricks and the walls were pegboard. It had one shelf with enough space to keep her phone, purse, and three changes of clothes. All the clothes fit in a plastic grocery bag, which was basically three thongs, three tee shirts, and three pairs of yoga style shorts. Rick chose the outfits, which clearly outlined her camel toe and did nothing to contain her bouncing melons. She was only allowed to wear two of the three pieces, regardless of where they were going. He told her that the outfits were literally to get her from point A to point B and nothing else. Of course, that was a lie.
She sat the phone down and scurried downstairs to the basement. It was literally a dungeon, complete with torture devices, candles on the walls, and a dry mildew smell that Rick got from using a certain incense. They had been playing in the dungeon every night since Gail had agreed to be a slave. Until today at the gymnasium, this was where he introduced her to all the new concepts and terminology she was learning. Every night was different and Gail never knew what each lesson would be.
She walked into the dungeon, naked as always, and Rick began giving her instructions. It had been a long day with Daddy’s friends and shopping and then delivering the mirror, so Gail figured it would be an easier night since she typically had three big tasks in a day. Her stomach was reminding her that she still hadn’t eaten, with the exception of the cum she’d swallowed and the carrot in the grocery store parking lot. She was now wishing she had eaten the nasty bratwurst or even the cucumber.
“Close your eyes. We’re going to play a little game of ‘Do as you’re told’. Let’s see how well you do with following instructions. Listen carefully and do exactly what I say, when I say. Got it?” Rick explained as he placed the bag over her head.
“Yes Daddy. I think so.”
Rick’s phone rang, which startled Gail and it caused her to jump. Her tits and ass jiggled and Rick adjusted a couple of cameras as he checked the monitor.
“Hello? Is this the party to whom I’m speaking?” Rick answered sarcastically.
“Hey Alpha. How’s my favorite slut owner doing? You got time to chat?”
“I do, Cat,” Rick replied, “but would you be up for a little J O I session?”
“Cat? Where’d you get that from?”
“As in ‘fish’?” Rick replied with more sarcasm.
“Touche’. I guess I earned that. I could use some relief right now actually. Do I need toys or just my fingers?” she asked.
“Preferably toys. What do you have? I’m sure you’ve got a box full,” Rick said snickering.
“I do, but hold on. I need to take care of something, ok? Can you wait like 5 minutes? I promise you it’ll be worth it,” she said.
“Ok. I’ll give you 5 minutes. Then I’m hanging up.”
Rick set a timer on his phone and turned his attention to Gail. She stood quietly with the paper bag over her head waiting for instructions. She knew her place even if he was talking to another woman on the phone. Rick had other slaves and Gail was painfully aware that she wasn’t always his first priority. She had to accept that premise before he would take her on as a trainee. She tried not to think about that, but it wasn’t easy knowing another slave was on the phone. Then again, this was also new territory for her. She had never been with another woman or competed against another woman for sex. This wasn’t exactly like that, but if the other woman knew she was there, it could be humiliating and painful if she failed.
“I’m setting this chair behind you. I need you to sit down carefully. The chair has a dildo that will fit nicely in your ass, so you need to sit carefully. Do you understand?” Rick asked as he placed the chair behind her.
“Yes, Daddy. Can you help me?” Gail asked as she felt the chair touch her behind her knees.
“I can, but I’m not sure you want me to help? I have my way of helping you and I’m quite certain your way would be different. My instructions were for you to sit down. If you need my help it will cost you.”
“I’m afraid I’ll fall down if you don’t at least guide me, Daddy.” Gail was nervous at this point. She had a fear of heights, and while this wasn’t high up she couldn’t see with the bag over her head and it was akin to falling in her mind.
“Ok, I’ll help. Lean back and I’ll guide you.”
Gail leaned back and Rick guided her down to the tip of the dildo. The dildo was 9” long and the tip was only 1” thick, however, the thickness increased to 3” just halfway down. He felt her bunghole and made sure the dildo was lined up exactly to fit in her ass.
“Careful, here we go. Easy does it,” Rick said as the timer on his phone went off. He grabbed Gail’s shoulders and pushed her down onto the massive dildo. He only needed to get it started into her ass. Her body weight did the rest as she plopped down fully onto the fake dick and impaled herself. She screamed underneath the bag and attempted to push herself back up.
“Stay,” Rick ordered as he pressed his hand tightly on her shoulder. Are you there?” He held the phone up to his ear and listened. He could hear grunting that sounded like a male is severe pain or pleasure, Rick wasn’t sure which. He heard a woman clear her throat and then heard footsteps.
“Are you there Alpha?” the woman whispered quietly. “Daddy? Are you there?”
“I’m here, you’ve got 5 seconds to get naked and send me a pic of you and your toys.”
“No, no, no, no, don’t hang up. I’m here. I had to give my boyfriend head, otherwise he might catch me. He came hard so he’s out for the night. I’m almost in my playroom.”
“5, 4, 3, 2,” Rick counted.
“I’m here, I’m snapping the picture, Daddy.” Rick could hear some commotion going on and he knew she was stripping. His text alert came in. The picture was blurred but he could see she was naked and surrounded by several dildos and nipple clamps as well as a fuck machine behind her.
“You barely made it cunt. You’re gonna make it up to me aren’t you?” Rick said menacingly.
“Yes Daddy. I’ll suck you extra good. Better than my boyfriend,” she answered.
“He sucks dick?” Rick said, teasing her. “Here, stroke me while we get things set.”
“Daddy, I can’t stroke you? I’m not there.”
“I’m talking to my slut. She might have a fat ass, but she knows how to yank a dick. Pretty good at sucking dick too, if I do say so myself.”
“So you taught her how to suck a dick? Who did you suck?”