The Attic Master
Copyright© 2026 by Cabrock
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - In a large Victorian style house that’s been in her husband’s family for a century, a mother inadvertently and slowly, begins to grow her stable of girls, alpha-bulls, and beta-cucks. With an attic remodeled as an airy dungeon, she learns the tools of the mistress trade, applying it then to the making of several doormat girls (including a younger sister). A little B&D play has gotten out of control!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Hypnosis Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband Incest Sister BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Swinging Black Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Pegging Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Spitting Voyeurism Water Sports
“ ... fuck it ... fuck it ... fuck it!” I demanded ever louder as I kept his cock trapped within the silicone sleeve I was holding to my captive’s groan. “Good boy ... good boy...” I cooed as he bucked wildly at the squishy device while moaning loudly into his gag. He was pleading with his eyes, I could see now, for me to let him finish. I wouldn’t, I decided as I glanced down into the front yard where a car was pulling into the long driveway.
We were in the attic of our old Victorian style house; essentially a fourth floor, which we’d redecorated a couple of years ago as a kind of studio. It never got much use until the last few months when it had become a little de facto dungeon for us. It was airy and bright, so I never felt hesitant to come up here and help Josh with his kink. He’d pleaded for it successfully.
“Oh, it’s Cindy ... with her daughter,” I remarked as I let his cock slip from the sleeve. His hands were bound over his head to a D-ring, bolted in the ceiling, so he had no current say in the matter. He could beg though!
“Mmphh! Mmphh!” my husband groaned loudly as he bucked at the air and stared down his sister-in-law, clearly close to ejaculating.
“Later,” I said dismissively as I wiped my hands on a towel and headed for the low doorway leading to some steep stairs down. I paused to turn and say, “Cindy will probably not stay for much more than an hour—is that too long?” A thrill ran through me as I said this, as it was an escalation of sorts. His whining increased in volume. “Hush! They might hear you,” I snapped as I came over to slap his naked ass. Smack!
“Mmphh!” he groaned.
Smack, smack! “Owe that hurts,” I complained as I shook my stinging hand and looked around for the little paddle he’d purchased online. Finally, a real reason to use it, I told myself as I closed the door to the stairs, this after listening carefully for signs my sister-in-law Cindy was calling for me. “Best hurry,” I said to my captive before swinging the paddle hard.
SMACK! SMACK!
“NNPHHHH! NNPHHH!” he squealed into his gag, causing me to wince at the possibility he’d be overheard, and the possibility that I was using too much force.
“Too hard?” I asked with concern, then decided I shouldn’t care and that perhaps I should leave him tied up like this for a couple of hours. He nodded his head pathetically. “I’m going to leave you...” I threatened, seeing now that he looked indecisive. Close enough to a yes, I decided as I left him like this for the first time, making sure to close the door behind me.
I was in such a hurry to head off my visiting sister-in-law, Cindy, that I yet to hide the small paddle in my hand. Rushing down the stairs to the second floor, then on down to the first, I suddenly encountered Cindy. “Oh, thought I saw your car,” I said breathlessly as I came to hug Cindy briefly.
“What is that, Rita?” Cindy asked with a slight smirk as she looked down at the paddle in my hand. The paddle had a flap attached to it that caused a satisfying slapping sound when used. The thing couldn’t be passed off as anything other than what it was, I realized.
“Oh ... just a prop ... nothing,” I replied nervously as I set the paddle on a side table.
“Well, now I have to ask if your butt is red,” Cindy teased in a whisper.
“Ah ... not mine...” I said with a guilty shrug, wondering now why I would ever admit such a thing.
“Not the kids!”
“No, no, they’re at school,” I replied defensively, then decided to be a bit naughty for a moment. “Someone needs a bit spicing up,” I added with a little giggle.
“Josh, I take it ... or are you having an affair?” Cindy chuckled.
“You know better than that,” I replied as she led the way to the kitchen.
“I would know better than that,” Cindy smirked then fluttered her eyebrows for a moment.
I shook my head skeptically as I prepared some coffee, finding it thrilling to think my husband was bound helpless in the attic at the moment. How long should I wait, I asked myself as I stared at the coffee maker, and why was this turning me on so much. My husband had tricked me into this kinky stuff a few months ago, at least I was partially sure of that fact. He was so needy sometimes. I glanced at Cindy while asking how her husband Niel was doing.
“Busy and demanding as ever,” Cindy replied as she waved to her daughter, who was now out playing in the backyard sandbox.
“Demanding?”
“He’s a sex fiend—you know that, I told you!” Cindy replied with a roll of her eyes, “And don’t let him see that paddle!”
“Ohh ... would he use it on you?”
“Yes! A woman’s place is on the bottom, and it should be red, according to him.”
“But you like that don’t you,” I teased, knowing she likely did.
“Ahh ... I suppose ... and poor you ... got a beta male, huh?”
“Very...” I replied as I imagined what it would be like to be with Niel, my husband’s brother. Athletic, confident, and even dashing when he chose to be. “Excuse me for a few minutes,” I said as I handed Cindy a cup of coffee.
“Cindy’s downstairs,” I huffed into my bound husband’s face, then bit my lip in a sexy fashion. SMACK! SMACK! I gave him two hard whacks with the paddle. “Turn you on?” I demanded to know. He was slow to nod his head. Too slow! SMACK!
“NNNphhhh!” he practically screamed into the gag.
“Hush!” I scolded, “She knows I paddle you ... but still ... let’s not push things too far.” Picking up the silicone-sleeve, I then spit into it with a mischievous look on my face, watching excitement grow in my husband’s eyes. The squishing sound his cock made as it entered the thing wasn’t so sexy, but I could get used to it. Squish ... squish ... squish.
“Mmmphhh ... mmmphh...” he moaned in ecstasy.
Faster and faster my wrist went until it was almost a blur, then I stopped suddenly, put my face in his and said, “Fuck it!” He did as best he could, but he clearly wasn’t getting the amount of pleasure I’d given him. Doing my best to estimate when he would cum, I then stopped just in time.
“MMMMPHHH!” he groaned in frustration.
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