The Attic Master
Copyright© 2026 by Cabrock
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
“ ... does he bug you about it?” I asked my sister, Tina, on the phone concerning her husband and a return visit to the attic.
“He doesn’t say it, but I can tell,” she said in a grumpy voice. It had been about ten days since I’d fucked her up the ass, and so things had been awkward between us; this was the first time she’d actually answered my call.
“Send him over, I can train him to leave you alone ... if that’s what you want.”
“No, he’ll like that too much,” she complained.
“I can train him to do chores,” I bragged next, “like with Josh ... fuck you only when you really want,” this earned me a response now of, “Please don’t curse—you know I don’t like that.” I rolled my eyes and almost reminded her of how she liked my cursing when she’d made out with Kytt; prissy bitch of a sister! “Come over this afternoon for coffee ... promise no attic,” I claimed. She replied with little conviction, “Maybe ... but just in the kitchen,” so I began to plan, just in case I could change her mind.
“I’ll make sure Kytt is around ... so to speak,” I teased.
“You’re mean to her!” Tina snapped, causing me to chuckle to myself as I recalled now how much she loved French kissing my little goth bitch. Tina wasn’t much older than Kytt, and had alabaster skin to die for, and a short sexy, but conservative looking haircut. Short in height too, which I found made a bitch easier to work with, and I’m sure male bitches preferred them as well. Not a big rack, but certainly more impressive than Kytt’s nearly nonexistent one. It made me wonder now if Kytt’s little titties were easier for Tina to justify lusting after; like a boy’s, maybe.
“I’ll whip her if you don’t come,” I warned.
“Don’t say that!” she whined loudly, “Promise me you won’t ... she’s so ... needy ... I can’t explain it.”
“An understatement,” I replied, “Which reminds me, I best check on her.”
“You didn’t!” Tina barked in anger; Oh yeah, I told myself as I hung up, got the right bait for sure.
“ ... hush now—little dick,” I called out over the back of my mount as I butt-fucked him for the very first time. I had my brother-in-law wearing blinders made for a horse, and a bit between his teeth, complete with long reins that I was pulling on to keep his head back. Cantor was loving it I could tell as I looked out the attic window to see if anyone was driving up the driveway yet. I was expecting my sister, who sure as hell didn’t know I’d summoned her husband on a whim.
“Ughh ... ughh ... ughh...” my ride groaned in time with my thrusts, making me wonder if he could actually cum without direct cock stimulation. Young enough perhaps, I told myself as I paused to watch a familiar car pull into the driveway. “She’s not going to let you cum,” I teased as I watched his wife get out of the car, “Best do it now or not at all.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! I laid into his ass with a paddle, hard! “Beg me to break you bitch!” I demanded as I rode him like the mule he was. “Braakkkee mee goddesss,” came his cries from around the bit. “Fuck yeah!” I cheered with an evil grin on my face; this was so fucking easy with beta-bitches! “Ahhhh—you sure? I’ll fucking do it!” I warned, not really knowing what I meant by this threat. I tried now to get him to cum on his own my increasing the pace of my thrusts.
“Ughh—ughh—ughh...” he panted loudly as he did his best to communicate that he wanted me to break him. Clearly trying to cum, but with his wrists cuffed to the front of his thick collar, he just couldn’t get at his dick, and I sure as hell didn’t plan to help.
“Do it!” I growled as I rode as fast I could now, then gave up suddenly with a “Fuck! You pathetic little-cocked bitch!” as I pulled out and let up on the reins. He collapsed on the table he’d been leaning over, gasping for breath, as I looked around to see where I could stash him for now. There was a curtain designed for just this situation, so I led him by the reins to the corner and padlocked him to a D-ring there.
“If you make a fucking sound,” I warned as I squeezed and pulled up on his balls, “I swear I’ll brand your ass!”
“Mmm ... yess goddess...” he whined in pain. I released his balls, then kissed his lips several time before whispering in a sexy voice, “You’ll be my number one ... if ... you suck my cock clean,” I chuckled when his eyes lit up and he whispered back, “Yes goddess.” He was just able to bend down enough to take my rubber-dick into his mouth, but then I realized I needed to hurry and attend to his wife.
“Ackkk ... ackkkk...” he chocked before I rudely pushed him away so I could quickly change my clothes.
“Get your bitch tied up and sacked,” I urgently told my assistant goddess, Liz, this as I waved to my sister further down hall, who was just settling in at the kitchen table. “And gag and sack the new guy—I don’t want him recognizable! Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Liz replied with an excited look in her eyes. “Then get lost!” I commanded before turning on my best innocent smile as I headed for the kitchen. My sister looked a bit meek, I thought as I served up some coffee for the both of us, then sat down with her like all was normal. It wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be to just shoot the breeze about this and that. Eventually, she broached the subject that we both really wanted to talk about.
“Is ... Kytt ... up in the attic?” Tina asked hesitantly.
“Did you want to go check on her?” I replied sarcastically. She paused with a hurtful look on her face before saying, “I don’t think you should treat people like that, even if they say they like it.” This made me shake my head and chuckle a little as I replied, “Oh, she likes it! Asks for it—not upfront, mind you, but in her own special way. Without enough attention from me or Liz, she’ll crawl up into your lap like a kitten. At that point you can’t help but pull on all those piercings.”
“She has to have been abused, right? And what do you let Liz do in the attic? She’s not mean like you!”
“I really don’t want to know any details about those two,” I said truthfully, “Liz is a switch—Kytt a doormat, take it from there.”
“Do I want to know what those things mean?” Tina whined with her eyes closed now.
“You know a doormat—just look at how Kytt behaves for Christ’s sake! A switch is someone who dominates but sometimes take a good lashing ... especially when she misbehaves. And trust me, Liz is as lazy as a girl can get, so keep your riding-crop handy when she’s around.”
“Ahhhh,” Tina exhaled distastefully, “I don’t know you anymore!” The statement made me just shrug and say, “The attic is fantasy land is all ... don’t go up there is my suggestion.” That shut her up for a time as we just sat quietly for a time, sipping our coffee. Again, she eventually came to breach the subject of Kytt again.
“Are you going to check on her?” Tina demanded to know with a mean look on her face.
“Hmm,” I shrugged, “Thing to know about doormats is that they’re very forgiving. Actually want to be isolated, humiliated, then reunited with their goddess. Wash, rinse, repeat!”
“Really?” Tina asked, now with a faraway look in her eyes. Fuck, I told myself, she is obviously thinking about what it would be like to be one. Could I do that to her? Even if she begged for it? Kytt was something special. A gift from a real perverted sadist. I then thought about Tina’s marriage issues, after all I had her beta-husband up in the attic right now. I’d made him park his car around the corner so Tina wouldn’t see it. Now I had to worry about her forgiving me.
“I recommend...” I said slowly, “ ... that you watch Kytt a little more ... and then you can tell me if she really likes being treated this way. Come to her rescue so to speak.” What a load of BS I was feeding my sister, I told myself as my pulse quickened and my mouth went dry, telling me to take another sip of coffee.
“Could I just ask her?” Tina suggested, just above a whisper. “Sure,” I replied casually as I stood and began cleaning off the table. When done, I motioned with a finger for her to follow me; she looked like a doe in the headlights!
“ ... are you ok,” Tina asked with real concern in her voice as we stood in front of a tightly bound Kytt. When Tina started to pull of the leather sack on this doormat’s head, I stopped her!
“You didn’t ask—I rule up here, remember?”
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