The Attic Master
Copyright© 2026 by Cabrock
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
“ ... hush,” I scolded my groaning husband as I sank my strap-on dildo into his asshole while watching out the window. The kids were playing in the backyard I noticed, and Liz was down there working on her tan. The girl hadn’t asked for money to get emergency contraceptives, and I knew she hadn’t much money of her own. Stupid cunt!
Should I care if my brother-in-law the bull had knocked her up, I asked myself. Pretty sure Neil didn’t care, maybe even wanted it. A new thought made me wonder how many bastards he had already and if Cindy his wife would know the answer. I thought more about this as I reached down and squeezed my bitch’s balls, just hard enough to get a response from him.
“Ahhh ... goddess ... please ... ahhhh!” he pleaded.
I’d recently trained him to call me goddess in situations like this. My domination and dehumanization of this cuck was nearly complete I was thinking, and I was so proud of it; it was my gift to the both of us. My thoughts were then interrupted when I caught sight of a teenage-looking girl, now talking with Liz. I’d seen her before maybe, I guessed. I looked out another window to see a car speeding out of the driveway, leaving two pieces of luggage behind. “Fuck!” I muttered under my breath as Liz could have at least given warning of a new house guest. I was going to paddle Liz for that, I promised myself.
“Aghhh,” my bitch moaned as I dismounted him and then walked over to then boldly stick my strap-on in his mouth. Disgusting to think about but oh so satisfying in terms of domination. He didn’t dare hesitate to suck on it.
“Keep it in your mouth until I get back,” I commanded as I detached the dildo part from the harness. “If I find it on the floor I won’t let you cum for a week!” Since he was bound tightly on his stomach to this weight-bench, I knew he couldn’t pick it up off the floor if it dropped.
“Mphhsss ghhsss,” he muttered around the rubber cock.
“I’ll put the chastity cage back on when I get back ... I know you like that,” I teased. He did in fact like being locked!
Once in the back yard, I sat down in a lawn chair, waved at the kids, then waited for Liz to come begging. I could guess the sob story that was coming, and I wasn’t wrong. The friend’s name was Kytt and it was clearly not her real name. She was tattooed in about every spot that wasn’t covered by clothing and had more piercings through her lips and ears than I could easily count. Her appearance screamed “goth,” to me. Jet black hair, skinny as hell and wearing big black laced-up boots.
“ ... your old boyfriend who kicked you out going to track you down?” I boldly asked Kytt, who was standing nervously a bit behind Liz. She replied in a meek voice, “Maybe.”
I held my hand out palm up, then told her, “Let me see your phone.” She did after hesitating a bit, and so I was able to quickly turn it off and now had two teenage-like girls looking at me in disbelief as I stuck the phone in my pocket. “I keep it until you leave ... else you can’t stay here ... I won’t risk having an SOB show up in the middle of the night scaring the hell out of the kids.”
Kytt had been physically abused I could see now. Bruises on her neck, and face were there and I guessed her nose had been broken once or twice. I couldn’t remember a more pathetic looking young lady than this. I steeled my mind now against giving out too much pity as I thought about my husband up in the attic, picturing Kytt in such a situation. It wasn’t hard to suppose it had actually happened to her before as her wrists looked pretty abused. The stupid boyfriend obviously had used real handcuffs on her as opposed to leather cuffs.
“Fill her in on the requirements ... or chores if she prefers,” I told Liz in a stern tone, surprised then when she smirked a little.
“Can ... can she sleep with me?” Liz said politely.
“She wants too?” I asked in surprise, “We have other spare bedrooms you know.”
“I know ... it’s just ... fun and she’s a little scared,” Liz replied.
“Of her boyfriend finding her ... or of the bitch in the attic?” I chuckled. What the fuck, I told myself, Liz was going to blab eventually about my cuck, so why not get out in front of it.
“What does she mean about the attic?” I heard Kytt whisper to Liz as they walked away, who suddenly paused to then turn and ask me with a worried look, “Can I show her the attic? Just for a minute!”
“Wow...” I breathed as I sized both these cute girls up. Whatever impression Niel the bull had left on Liz, it was working now in my favor. “Cost you three swats each with the paddle?” I chuckled, “You can use yours on the cuck, Liz—he’s up there!”
“Right now?” Liz exclaimed with a grin.
“Yep ... and I want to see red marks on at least one of you!” I called out as they hurried off, getting a quick nod from Liz over her should in response. Fuck, that turned me on!
“So, is it chores or discipline,” I chuckled when next I encounter Liz and Kytt in the kitchen alone.
After a glance at Kytt, who apparently didn’t talk much, Liz then replied, “She doesn’t know yet, but some chores are ok.”
“Ohhh, I’m disappointed,” I said as a came over to give Kytt a warm hug of welcome, finding it a little hard to avoid all of her piercings. As I hugged her, I whispered into her ear, “Not really ... just be happy.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Kytt replied with a sweet smile.
“A little discipline too,” Liz volunteered with a mischievous look.
“Oh, yeah!” I replied with grin, “You two owe me something for that attic visit. I saw my bitch’s ass was redder ... thanks.”
“We did more than three,” Liz giggled then looked worried I’d be mad.
“That’s fine,” I replied, “If Kytt took the same.” Liz then admitted it wasn’t quite that many as an embarrassed Kytt nodded her head in agreement. “Your boyfriend paddle like that?” I dared to ask Kytt. She told me he did that and a lot worse. “May I see,” I asked, knowing the kids weren’t around at the moment and my bitch was still up in the attic, though I’d changed up how he was bound. He was good for an hour or two, I figured. He so loved it when I abandoned him up there alone like he was just dirt.
Liz then positioned Kytt to face away from me and then lowered the girl’s leggings, displaying a G-string and a very boney ass, which was slightly red. “I don’t think you’ll need to do any chores, not if Liz gets her way,” I laughed.
“Yeah...” Liz replied as she smiled at the obviously submissive Kytt, “ ... she’s used to a lot of discipline, I mean a lot!”
“Hmm, good and bad, I guess,” I replied as wild thoughts ran through my head.
“Can I have her!?” Liz suddenly blurted out with a begging look on her face, “I mean ... like ... like you have Uncle Josh.”
“What about Uncle Niel?” I asked with a skeptical look at my niece, “And don’t forget, you’re my sub, so that makes her mine as well, doesn’t it?”
“It’s ok, right Kytt?” Liz replied with a flushed look on her face, obviously excited about the possibilities, same as me.
“I don’t mind,” Kytt replied meekly.
Jesus, this little bitch must have been through hell to have such a defeatist attitude. My first thought was to get some weight on her as she looked almost skeletal. Bubble-butt Liz could do that no doubt. “My cuck will do all the chores then for you two ... unless you want to make this little bitch do them for you,” I declared with what I hoped looked like an evil grin, then switched to a business-as-usual look as I said, “If she’s not on birth control, she’ll have to earn what it costs to get it. Do not forget about Uncle Niel, he’d love to knock her up.”
“I know,” Liz replied as her eyes lost focus for a moment, telling me she was worried about having been seeded already by the bull. “She’s ... had some abortions already,” Liz admitted with a sad look, “so ... we can get a pill if we need to.”
“Not ideal,” I said skeptically, “but works for now.” Damn this little bitch was submissive, I could tell by the way Kytt didn’t even react to the subject. I would try my strap-on with her first, I promised myself. It was taking me some time to master the thing, but my cuck was close to having broken it in fully, so I could imagine fucking the shit out of this girl on a nearly daily basis. Work my way up then to Cindy and Liz. Niel would love that!
“Let’s go up to the attic—I want to see all her piercings and tattoos,” I said as I headed toward the stairs, “We’ll punish her for any objectional ones ... like an old boyfriend’s name ... or two many rings in her pussy.”
“Ok!” Liz seconded loudly as she followed.
“Umm,” Kytt pouted, but didn’t hesitate to march to her doom.
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