Kneeling for a New Life (the Amber Memoirs)
Copyright© 2026 by E. J. Bullin
Chapter 12: Breakfast and the Masturbation Order
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 12: Breakfast and the Masturbation Order - Based on the incomplete serial “Amber and Emily Saved by Aaron Adams” (2019, Storiesonline). This remaster expands the original 24-hour timeline to three weeks of initial trial, then eleven months of growth, all from Amber’s first-person perspective. The original author’s plot, characters, and key scenes are preserved and honored. Any errors have been corrected, and the story has been deepened with internal monologue, extended kennel sequences, and a fully realized ending.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Coercion Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Daughter BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Voyeurism ENF Nudism Transformation AI Generated
I woke up in the kennel, cold and stiff and strangely content.
The barn was dark, but I could hear Emily breathing beside me slowly, even, still asleep. Her face was pressed against my cunt, her lips parted, her breath warm on my skin. She’d fallen asleep like that. So had I.
Internal: You’ve spent the night in a dog crate with your daughter’s tongue on your clit. And you slept better than you have in years. That’s either progress or proof that you’re beyond saving.
The barn door opened. Light spilled in gray and thin, the color of early morning. Aaron’s footsteps on the concrete.
He knelt beside the kennel and unlocked the two padlocks. The door swung open.
“Out,” he said quietly. “Both of you.”
Emily stirred, blinked, and looked around. Her lips were swollen, her hair a mess. She crawled out of the kennel, and I followed.
“Morning, Master,” I said.
“Morning. Coffee’s on. Wash up and come inside.”
The hose was cold, but I was used to it by now. Emily and I washed each other quickly, efficiently, no words, just the spray of water and the rub of hands on skin.
Internal: This is your morning routine now. Naked. Cold. Humiliated. And you don’t hate it. That’s the strangest part.
Inside, Aaron had set the table in three places, real plates, real forks. He was cooking bacon on the stove, the smell filling the kitchen.
“Sit,” he said.
We sat. The chairs were hard, but they were chairs.
“Today,” Aaron said, flipping the bacon, “we’re going to talk about rewards.”
“Rewards?” Emily perked up.
“Yes. The rules have punishments for breaking them. But there should also be rewards for following them.”
“What kind of rewards?”
“That depends on what you want.”
Emily thought about it. “Cash?”
“No.”
“Cigarettes?”
“Maybe. If you earn them.”
“What else?”
Aaron set the bacon on a plate and brought it to the table. “That’s what we’re going to figure out. But first, breakfast.”
We ate bacon, eggs, and toast. It was the best meal we’d had since arriving. Real food, cooked with care, served at a table.
When we were done, Aaron cleared the plates and sat back down.
“Amber,” he said. “I want you to masturbate.”
I blinked. “What?”
“You heard me. Masturbate. Here. At the table.”
Internal: He’s serious. Look at his face. He’s not joking.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I want to watch. Because you’ve been good. Because rewards come in many forms.”
Emily’s eyes were wide. She looked at me, then at Aaron, then back at me.
“Mom,” she said. “Are you going to...”
“I don’t know.”
“You can say no,” Aaron said. “The safe word works for rewards, too.”
Internal: The safe word. ‘Red.’ You could end this right now. But you won’t. Because part of you, the part you’ve been hiding for years, wants to do this.
“I’ll do it,” I said.
Aaron nodded. “Then lean back in your chair. Spread your legs. And show me.”
I leaned back. The chair creaked. I spread my legs wide, my feet on the seat of the chair. My cunt was already wet, just from the thought of what I was about to do.
Internal: Emily is watching. Aaron is watching. Everyone is watching. And you’re going to touch yourself like a whore in a porn video.
I reached down and parted my outer lips. My clit was already swollen, already aching. I touched it with the tip of my finger, and a jolt went through me.
“Slow,” Aaron said. “I want to see everything.”
I circled my clit with my middle finger, slow and deliberate. The sensation built not fast, but steady. Like a wave gathering strength.
Emily was staring. Her mouth was open. Her cheeks were flushed.
Internal: She’s never seen this before. Not from you. Not from anyone. You’re her mother, and you’re masturbating in front of her like it’s nothing.
I added a second finger. Spread myself open. Showed him everything, the pink inside, the glistening wetness, the clit that was begging for more.
“Good,” Aaron said. “Now faster.”
I obeyed. My fingers moved faster, circling, pressing, dipping inside. I was so wet I could hear a soft, slick sound that filled the kitchen.
“Mom,” Emily whispered. “You’re...”
“I know.”
Internal: You’re what? A slut? A pervert? A woman who finally knows what she wants?
I was close. So close. My hips were moving, grinding against my hand. My breath was coming in gasps.
“Now,” Aaron said. “Come for me.”
I came.
It wasn’t a quiet orgasm, not the kind you hide in the dark. It was loud, messy, full-bodied. My whole body convulsed. My fingers kept moving, prolonging it, drawing it out. I cried out a sound that was half moan, half sob.
Emily was frozen. Aaron was watching, his face unreadable.
Internal: He saw everything. The way your body shook. The way your cunt pulsed. The way you fell apart.
When it was over, I slumped in the chair, my fingers still wet, my thighs slick.
“Thank you, Master,” I said.
“Good girl.”
Emily didn’t speak for a long time.
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