Twisted Tales - the White Mother
Copyright© 2026 by Susmitha Saran
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This story starts exactly one and a half years after the end of Twisted Tales, where Aron Shamar is broken down from an alpha male to a sissy faggot and is married to ebony trans woman Mistress Lola. This also tell about Aron's mom and her back story, in detail.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual NonConsensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual CrossDressing Shemale TransGender Fiction Cheating Slut Wife Incest Mother Son BDSM Humiliation Rough Torture Gang Bang Interracial Anal Sex Double Penetration Enema Facial Oral Sex Water Sports Body Modification Foot Fetish Public Sex Transformation AI Generated
The alarm buzzed softly—Aru’s hand shot out to silence it before the sound could disturb the sleeping figure beside her. The dim morning light filtered through the curtains, casting shadows across the bed where her ebony trans wife, Mistress Lola Lee, lay curled under the sheets.
Aru’s heart fluttered as she glanced at the date on her phone. Today was special—not just her birthday, but the first anniversary of her marriage to Lola. The first birthday she would celebrate as Lola’s devoted sissy wife.
She leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to Lola’s full lips. “Good morning, Mistress,” she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. “Happy anniversary.”
Lola stirred, a slow smirk curling at the edges of her mouth even before her eyes opened. Aru didn’t wait for permission—she knew her place. With practiced devotion, she slid down the bed, her lips trailing kisses down Lola’s toned stomach, stopping only when she reached the thick, dark shaft resting against Lola’s thigh.
“Good morning, my sweet little sissy wife,” Lola murmured, threading her fingers through Aru’s auburn hair. “Happy birthday.”
Aru moaned softly as she took Lola into her mouth, her tongue swirling in slow, worshipful strokes. This was their ritual—every morning, without fail—but today felt different. Special.
Lola’s grip tightened in Aru’s hair, pulling her up before she could finish. Their lips crashed together in a deep, possessive kiss. “I love you, my sissy faggot,” Lola growled, flipping Aru onto her stomach with effortless strength.
Aru arched her back instinctively, her plugged ass lifting in eager submission. The cold metal of her chastity cage swung uselessly between her thighs, the tiny bell attached to it tinkling softly as she trembled.
Lola wasted no time. With one smooth pull, she removed the plug from Aru’s well-trained hole, admiring how effortlessly it slid free. Aru always kept herself clean—prepped and ready for her Mistress at all times.
“So perfect for me,” Lola murmured, guiding her thick, ebony cock against Aru’s entrance.
The stretch was exquisite—Aru’s breath hitched as Lola pushed inside, filling her completely. The tit chain connecting her pierced nipples jingled with every thrust, the rhythm perfectly synced with the bell dangling from her locked clit.
Lola’s hands roamed over Aru’s body, twisting her nipples sharply before gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. Aru sobbed in pleasure, her body trembling on the edge of release.
“Come for me, sissy,” Lola commanded, her voice rough with need.
Aru obeyed instantly. Her vision whited out as her sissygasm crashed over her, her useless little clit twitching pathetically in its cage. Cum dribbled from the tip, pathetically sparse, as Lola buried herself to the hilt and pumped her hot seed deep into Aru’s bowels.
They stayed like that for long moments—Lola draped over Aru’s trembling body, their sweat-slick skin sticking together.
Finally, Lola pulled out with a satisfied sigh, rolling onto her back and dragging Aru against her chest. She kissed Aru’s forehead, fingers carding through her long, tangled hair.
“Happy birthday, my sweet little wife,” Lola murmured, her lips curling into a smirk. “Now, go get cleaned up. I have a surprise for you.”
Aru’s eyes widened with excitement. A surprise? From Mistress?
She scrambled out of bed, her locked clit bouncing uselessly between her thighs as she hurried toward the bathroom. But Lola caught her wrist before she could get far.
“Ah-ah,” Lola tsked, arching a brow. “Did I say you could walk?”
Aru’s cheeks flushed pink. She dropped to her hands and knees immediately, crawling obediently toward the bathroom.
Lola followed at a leisurely pace, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement.
Two Hours Later
Aru stood before the full-length mirror, admiring the way the dark pink garter belt clung to her slender waist. The matching stockings were sheer, the seams running perfectly up the backs of her thighs.
She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her thong—barely more than a scrap of lace—and tugged it up over her caged clit. The plug nestled snugly inside her, a constant reminder of her submission.
Next came the skirt—short, scandalously so. If she bent over even slightly, anyone behind her would get an eyeful of her plugged ass.
Aru bit her lip as she slipped into the micro tube top. The fabric barely covered her swollen 34B tits, leaving her cleavage and navel on full display. She unhooked the delicate tit chain from her nipple rings, threading the silver through the specially designed holes in the tube top before reattaching it.
Her reflection stared back at her—a perfect sissy wife, ready to serve.
She brushed her long auburn hair into a high ponytail, applying just enough makeup to enhance her delicate features without looking overdone.
The final touch was the shoes—seven-inch transparent wedges that made her legs look endless.
Aru wobbled slightly as she stepped into them, but she’d had plenty of practice.
Lola was waiting in the living room, dressed in a sleek black pantsuit that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her dark eyes raked over Aru’s outfit, lingering on the way the skirt barely covered her ass.
“Beautiful,” Lola murmured, pulling Aru close for a searing kiss.
When they parted, she reached into her pocket, producing a brushed pink metal collar.
Aru’s breath hitched as Lola fastened it around her neck, the cold metal pressing against her throat.
“Mine,” Lola growled, clipping a leash to the D-ring at the front.
Aru dropped to her knees instantly, nuzzling against Lola’s thigh like an obedient pet.
Lola smirked, giving the leash a gentle tug. “Come, my little sissy. We have reservations.”
Aru’s heart raced as she crawled after Lola, her ass swaying with every movement.
Whatever surprise awaited her, she knew one thing for certain—it would be a birthday she’d never forget.
The car pulled into the mall parking lot with a smooth glide, but Aru’s heartbeat spiked the moment she realized where they were going. Her slender fingers fidgeted against the leather seat—part excitement, part nerves. Mistress Lola turned off the engine with a click, then reached over to cup Aru’s chin, her dark nails pressing just hard enough to leave a silent command.
“Out,” Lola purred, her voice dripping with ownership.
Aru swallowed hard and stepped onto the pavement, the chilly air kissing her exposed thighs. The outfit Lola had picked for her today left little to the imagination: a sheer pink skirt and a mini tube top that barely covered Aru’s new 34b augmented pierced tits, thigh-high stockings clipped to a lace garter belt, and heels so high she had to wobble-step to keep balance. The rose gold collar around her neck gleamed under the mall lights, its attached leash swinging like a pendulum of control.
“Eyes forward, pet,” Lola ordered, giving the leash a gentle tug. Aru obeyed, swaying her hips with each step, the plug nestled inside her reminding her of its presence with every movement.
The stares were immediate. Whispers curled through the crowd like smoke—some scandalized, some intrigued. After the Black Revolution, seeing a former alpha white male reduced to a sissy on a leash wasn’t uncommon, but Aru’s near-nudity still turned heads. She kept her gaze lowered, though, not out of shame, but submission. This was her place now.
Lola stopped abruptly in front of a high-end jewelry store. The glass doors slid open with a soft chime, and the shopkeeper’s eyes bulged the second they landed on Aru. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he took in the deep cleavage, the flat stomach, the way her legs seemed to go on forever.
“Welcome,” he stammered.
Lola smirked. “Thank you. Today’s a special occasion—my sissy wife’s birthday and our first anniversary.” She ran a possessive hand down Aru’s back, nails grazing skin. “I want to adorn her properly. Something that’ll make her even prettier.”
The shopkeeper cleared his throat, trying (and failing) to hide his fascination. “Of course! We have the finest selections. Did you have anything specific in mind?”
“Oh, I do.” Lola’s grin widened. “But first—where can my wife strip down? She needs to be bare for the fitting.”
Aru’s breath hitched. Even after a year of this, Lola still found ways to surprise—and humiliate—her. The shopkeeper’s face flushed, but he pointed shakily toward a back room.
Without a word, Aru obeyed, hips swaying as she walked, knowing full well every eye in the store was glued to her retreating form.
Behind her, Lola’s laughter was low and rich. “Good girl.”
Aru’s breath hitched as she stepped into the dim back room of Velvet & Steel, the upscale piercing parlor Mistress Lola favored. The space wasn’t large—just enough for three bodies to move without crowding—but it smelled faintly of antiseptic and leather, a scent that always made Aru’s pulse quicken.
Opposite her, a full-length mirror caught her reflection: her long auburn hair cascading in soft waves, red lips slightly parted, and—oh—the delicate silver chain connecting her pierced nipples swaying as she shifted. The sight alone sent heat pooling between her thighs, the tiny chastity cage snug around her clit already damp with shameful excitement.
Bad sissy. Mistress would not be pleased if she found Aru leaking without permission.