The Attic Master
Copyright© 2026 by Cabrock
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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
“ ... he cleaned up the sandbox for the kids,” I said over the phone to my sister-in-law, “I got the idea from you—he did a good job!”
“Nice!” Cindy replied, “I’m going to tell Darlyn—she’ll get a kick out of it.”
“Umm ... maybe that’s not a good idea—what if she gets disappointed in me? Plus, she’s going to feel sorry for her brother!”
“Naw, I know her better than that,” Cindy assured me, “She’ll feel like it’s some way to get back at Niel! Makes no sense ... but...”
“People are going to start calling me a whore—I know it!”
“I think you mean slut! Join the club ... it’s very liberating,” Cindy laughed.
“No one calls you that!” I insisted.
“His girlfriends have been known to.”
“Niel’s?”
“Yesss ... alpha male ... bothered me at first. But I laid down the rules! He’s discreet and ... shares things.”
“I would have divorced Josh!” I said forcefully.
“Then who would clean out the sandbox?” Cindy laughed, “You got a beta ... a cuckold maybe ... he’ll worship you! No fucking way Niel would ever worship anyone.”
“ ... start jerking-off,” I commanded as I handed my husband the lubed-up silicone-sleeve as I prepared to make a video of it.
“Can ... can you please call me bitch more,” Josh said with an embarrassed look.
“Jesus,” I muttered in an exaggerated fashion as if this bothered me. It didn’t! “You’re my bitch,” I announced as I kissed him on cheek, watching as he slowly slid the sleeve down his hard cock. “Fuck yourself, bitch!” I command as I started recording, “Fuck yourself like the little beta-male you are ... show everybody...”
“Yes, mistress ... ahhh ... ahhh...” He grunted as he masturbated.
“Good boy ... good boy...” I cooed with a grin on my face as I watched my phone’s screen, “cum for Cindy!” I added on a whim.
“Yes, mistress, for Cindy ... ahhhh ... ahhhh.”
“Cum on the floor ... show her how you obey ... bitch...”
“YES! Ohh, yes ... I will ... ahhh ... can ... can I lick it up for her, mistress?”
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I looked up at him in disbelief causing me to swing the camera wildly. Was this getting too serious? What the fuck, I decided, why not. “Yes! You will lick every drop up for her, bitch. Show your devotion to her—obey her in every way!”
“I will, mistress! Ohhh ... ohhh ... I will! AHHH!” he exclaimed as he squirted, nearly hitting my shoes with his cum. I could tell by the distance he shot and by the amount, that he was really turned on by talk of Cindy. So amazed by this outcome was I that I nearly forget to record him crawling around on all fours, licking up his own jism. I felt sorry for him but also turned on by his devotion.
“He did it!” Cindy exclaimed when I answered her phone call. I’d just sent her the video of my husband jerking-off for her, so I figured it was that she was referring to.
“Yeah ... I take it you liked it.”
“Yes, so sweet—he’s my little beta-bitch now,” she replied with a laugh.
“I guess! So, what you going to do with him?” I teased, finding myself getting hot already.
“Oh, I’m not allowed to do anything without express written permission from you-know-who,” Cindy said in a serious tone.
“You going to show Niel?” I asked in a panic as a thrill ran through me at the possibility. I really didn’t know if I wanted this, I warned myself. “What if he gets angry?”
“Not a chance,” Cinda assured me, “He’ll watch it, then bang me for an hour while demanding more. I guess I like that...”
“Wow ... I umm ... pity you—is that the right word?” I asked as I realized I was more than a little excited now.
“Pity and jealousy, girl! Alphas take what they want, so watch out.” This warning from Cindy got me thinking if perhaps I was a alpha female. I turned to look at my distant husband, who was occupied by the TV at the moment. The kids were upstairs, no doubt staring at screens as well. Almost bedtime it was for them, I told myself as I walked over to Josh.
“The attic needs cleaning,” I said as I poked him softly with a knee, getting a confused look from him for a moment. “Best get on it,” I pressed while looking around for signs of the kids. “Really?” he said with an excited look. He’d learned not to approach me too much about attic playtime. “Yes, now! I’ll get the kids to bed.”
I was impressed and a bit concerned when I finally made it up to the attic, finding that he had managed to bind himself to a spreader-bar hanging from the ceiling without my aid. He had another bar across his ankles and our standard gag in his mouth. I was thrown for a moment by the ball-leash he had dangling from his junk. I then realized another new toy had arrived, recalling now that he’d gotten a number of mysterious deliveries as of late. I usually handled package deliveries, but these he’d been lurking on the front porch to receive.
I pulled on the leash to stretch his balls out a bit, then laughed as he danced about excitedly. “Cindy liked the video,” I said casually as I pulled more on the leash. “I’m afraid you’re obligated to obey her now ... understand?”
“Mmmphh!” he quickly replied with a nod, telling me he did and no doubt looked forward to being dominated by her.
“I think you’re going to get your wish,” I said suggestively into his ear, “So ... I hope you like the taste of someone else’s cum.” By his reaction, I could tell he thought he would or at least would tolerate it for his mistress. I twirled the cord of the ball-leash around his hard cock a few times then pulled it tight again, getting a lovely groan of pain out of him as he thrust his hips out to try relieve the tension. A few months ago, I would never have dreamed of getting a thrill out of such an act.
It was getting pretty dark I could see now as I looked out over the backyard through a window. There was a small lake at the edge of our yard, which was shared by dozens of other properties. On the path along the lake I could see some people walking, causing me to wonder if they could make out the silhouette of my bitch now. Naughty and exciting, I admitted to myself as I closed the blinds.
My husband had newly mounted a TV to the ceiling and playing on it now was a bondage scene. Walking up to it with a smirk on my face, I figured out he’d hooked up a small laptop to the TV, which was displaying the same scene. “Cuck Training,” was the title of the video, which I assumed was being streamed from some porno site. Was he a cuck, I asked myself as I watched a hooded man being disciplined by a pretty woman who was dressed very provocatively in leather.
“You want me to do everything she does, don’t you?” I turned to ask with a menacing stare at my husband. He looked very indecisive behind the harness of his gag. I was turned on now, more than a little. “Did you buy everything we need?” I asked next as I walked up to a newly placed folding table where several unfamiliar boxes lay. One turned out to be a strap-on dildo, which got me fast-forwarding the porno to see if the woman would use one. She did!
I was at a loss for what precisely to do with the strap-on; finding it rather daunting. There were some new leather hoods in his growing collection, so I selected one with no eyeholes. Putting it on partway, I concluded it was basically a leather sack that let one breath but not see anything through it. I sacked my bitch, then stepped back. What a rush! I was practically panting now as I stared at my bitch’s cock, which I swear was as rigid as I’d ever seen it. I sent a new video of the situation to Cindy.
“OMG! I’m coming over, ok?” Cindy texted me a minute later.
“Just you?” I texted back, worried now that Niel might show up. I didn’t know what I’d do if my brother-in-law walked into this attic.
“Nice mask ... did he cum yet?” Cindy asked as soon as I unlocked the attic door and let her in. Josh had half-a-dozen ballroom type masks laid out on a table and as I waited for her, I’d tried them all on. The one I wore now seemed the most dominate looking to me.
“No, I don’t let him,” I bragged, “I stroke him just three times with the sleeve about every minute ... he whines a lot now.”
“Oh, I got to try!” Cindy exclaimed, “This is sooo hot...” I then watched in amusement as she used the silicon-sleeve on my husband’s boner, obviously trying to get him close to climax but not over the top. Another thrill ran through as I sat back and watched. I selected a mask for her to wear, which she eagerly put on. The two of us then posed in front of a big mirror, laughing and giggling like teenagers.
“Can I tell you something?” Cindy asked hesitantly as if it might be embarrassing. I nodded my head with a smirk. “I want to back up on him,” she panted excitedly.
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