The Attic Master
Copyright© 2026 by Cabrock
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
“Hmm, what will get my sister in the right mood for a little tattooing...” I mused out loud as I sat in the kitchen with my sister-in-law, Cindy; always a great source for ideas.
“Come on mistress! You know the answer to this,” Cindy replied mockingly, “It’s the pierced bitch ... Tina’s a lesbian.”
“Bi, maybe,” I muttered, “but your right ... that is the way to go...” With the decision made, I texted my sister, telling her to clear her calendar for tomorrow afternoon. I got “Do I have to, ma’am?” which I promptly ignored; she’d know already. Kytt had already turned me on to a tattoo parlor, that sounded to me like a shady one; which was what I wanted. Another quick text got an appointment made for a couple of tattoos. It was all part of the long-term plan I’d dreamed up, now I just needed to decide on the tattoos, of which I’d been reviewing on line over the past few days.
“Make me a spreadsheet of my subs,” I told Cindy as I looked at potential tattoos on my phone again, “put yourself at the top.”
“Ohhhh,” Cindy smiled as she began to do as told; she was such a switch-bitch, ready for anything! “What shall I label this, ma’am?”
“Ahh ... knock-up list!” I said with an evil grin. I’d been planning this for months now, well at least in the back of my mind. It was clear that I couldn’t maintain my stable on will alone, needing something more powerful; that would be little brats. “Neil still not cumming in you?” I asked Cindy.
“Noo ... don’t want no more stinking kids, he tells me,” Cindy replied with annoyed look, “Pulls out each time. Most of that baby-juice goes down this throat,” she added as she pointed to her own neck.
“But he seeds other bitches?”
“Yeah,” she nodded enthusiastically, “bastards are all the rage with him!”
“Ok ... so we need a stud specifically for you. Neil can knock-up the rest...”
“Woo! I want a Viking! Umm ... a red head—find one of those please, ma’am.”
“Ok, put yourself down for a ginger Scandinavian, or maybe a Scotsman will do,” I said in a serious tone. “Now my sister ... hmm, Neil most likely ... yeah, Neil!”
“Got it, ma’am!”
“Liz is a Neil target already, so that works. Kytt’s a fucking doormat, so any cum there is fine ... thinking maybe Wilis even,” I admitted.
“Oh, a black-baby would be a hoot to explain at parties—but don’t forget Darlyn!” Cindy said excitedly, “Neil would love to nail his sister again, calls me by her name fucking all the time!”
“Really?” I replied with a surprised look, “did not know that. We’ll have to get her drunk one day.”
“I will call her now,” Cindy told me as she started scrolling on her phone.
“Wait!” I growled, “Tattoos first, then bastards.”
“Found my man,” I said softly to Cindy as I showed her the webpage on my phone of a rather unimpressive, yet younger guy, advertising hypnotherapy in a home setting. We were sitting in the waiting area of the tattoo parlor Kytt had recommended, having just picked out the tattoo I was going to have applied to the small of my sister’s back; Kytt was prepping the bitch now, out in my SUV.
“They’re ready,” Cindy announced after a young lady, heavily pierced, came through the curtain and motioned to us. I stalled, while Cindy ran out to the parking lot, and retrieved too flushed looking subs. “They were finger each other like teenagers,” Cindy whispered to me.
“I can tell,” I whispered back as I ushered a flustered sister in front of me back toward the tattooing area in the rear of this small shop. Her husband, Cantor, I signaled to stay back with a glance and a shake of my head, getting an excited look from him anyways; fucking cuck!
The guy’s name was Kirkus, which I rolled my eyes at every time someone said it out loud; fucking goth people—just like Kytt. We pressured Tina to lay on her stomach on the examine table, then I positioned Kytt at the end, so that Tina’s face was practically in the girl’s crotch. No doubt the scent of wet pussy was now distracting my timid looking sister. “This one,” I told Kirkus, as I pointed out a vine like piece of art with an empty central space. The word ‘PROPERTY’ would fit good there, I was sure; under it in small lettering would go the word ‘DOORMAT’. Hmm, when did I become such a sociopath, I asked myself for the hundredth time this week. It was all part of the breeding plan, I assured myself; after that, sugar-daddy payday!
“Mmm,” Tina complained when Cindy rolled up the hem of her dress all the way to Tina’s upper back, exposing the fact Tina wore no panties, and did in fact have a glistening pussy at the moment, thanks to Kytt. Cindy and I had planned this out, forcing Tina to wear a small one-piece sundress, so that her ass would have to be fully exposed when the time came. Kirkus calmly laid a curtsey towel over Tina’s butt, which Cindy quickly yanked away with a devious smile on her lips.
“Dark jade ink, please,” I told the artist as I gently rubbed my sister’s back while Kytt did the same to Tina’s face. Good bitch, I told myself as I gave Kytt a nod of approval. Keep my new doormat down with an existing doormat was the plan, and it was working beautify. “Can you match her pale skin tone for the other ones?” I asked in a casual tone.
“Got whites ... but they will barely show on her,” Kirkus replied as he started inking, getting now pathetic little mews from my sister.
“You need us to strap her down?” Cindy asked in a serious tone, causing Kirkus to look up with a grin on his face, admitting then that there were straps under the table for holding clients still. We made us of them!
It was a long and boring process to watch, but I found a way to lighten the mood toward the end. “Will this earn us a discount?” I asked as I produced a condom packet, then laid it out on Tina’s sexy bare butt; we all then chuckled at Tina’s expense.
“Ahh ... hmm ... how ... how much you thinking?” he asked cautiously as he went back to work.
“Well...” I replied in a thoughtful tone, “ ... she is just a doormat ... like the word says ... so ... ten percent ... maybe?”
“Deal,” he grinned as he whipped away some accumulated blood and ink.
“On this table of course ... and with an audience,” I pressed, “It’s a dominance thing, you understand.”
“Oh, I get that,” he replied as he carefully looked over each of the women around him and on the table. “Any other involvements?” he asked carefully.
“That would involve a much bigger discount—but you can have Cindy here! I got another condom if you’re feeling virile ... oh, and some Viagra!” With that said, I fished out a second condom packet and I pretty blue pill from my purse. He swallowed the pill without a sip of anything, like the pro he was. We all chuckled again.
“White ... and ‘em the words...” I began to tell him when the time came, lowering my voice to whisper, “... ‘SUBMISSIVE’, and ‘SLAVE’,” as I touched first the front of my sister’s neck then the back, just below the hairline. Cindy and I had worked out this plan earlier, so that with various collars on, my sister could either hide or expose these pale words, about halfway up her neck; it would be such a cute conversation piece.
“Ah ... a break?” Kirkus asked with tongue in cheek as he waved one of the condom packets at me.
“Sure! You want her knees under her—or just a flat fuck?” I said calmly as he dropped his pants then exposed a decent uncircumcised dick to us. He smiled happily when Cindy moved in to slide the rubber down his shaft, while I whistled for a cuck. Cantor’s eyes went wide and he actually grinned when he saw what was about to happen to his wife.
“Nnghhh,” Tina squealed a little as she was mounted by a very eager artist. With Kytt’s and Cindy’s help, I was able to keep a very submissive sister under control as she was ridden like a plastic fuck-doll. It helped a lot when Kytt lifted her short miniskirt so as to get her pussy halfway into Tina’s face. A moment later, I had the cuck jerking-off over his wife’s cheek.
“Oh, I think he’s going to recharge for you, Cindy!” I teased her as we watched Kirkus grind into my sister’s pussy, mercilessly.
“Looking forward to it,” Cindy replied as she bit her lip while staring at Kirkus big hairy balls.
“Ughhh—ughhh—ughhh!” Tina moaned in time with the thrusts as she snaked her tongue at Kytt’s clit, totally ignoring her husband’s cock, which was right there; another sign to me that the romance had left the marriage long ago. Sad, I thought as Cantor began to beg to cum. I twirled my finger like I didn’t give a fuck; I did, but they didn’t need to know that.
“Good doormat ... good doormat...” I said louder and louder as Tina built toward an orgasm as her husband’s cum spirted across her face while he gave out little pathetic groans.
“NNNIGHHH!” Kirkus grunted suddenly with eyes wide. We all cheered; well, most of us.
“Lusha, was it?” I called out toward the curtain to get the attention of the assistant, “Couple of dicks to pierce when you’re ready.” I then gave Cantor a devious smile to let him know he was one of them. “Leave your dick out,” I commanded as Lusha approached with a metal tray of nasty looking piercing tools. The cuck’s face went from post orgasm bliss to pale white.
Funny thing about the ‘Prince Albert’ cock piercing was how long it took to recover; couple of months I’d heard, which meant my two cucks would be worthless fuckers for that long. I sighed to myself as I texted my husband in the SUV to come get in line. The whole point being that now their dicks could be pinned to a cock-cage with a tiny padlock that could not be escaped from; not without the key or bolt cutters. No fucking way!
“Eeeiii,” Tina squealed in pain as Kirkus started the two neck tattoos.
“Don’t touch his cock yet!” I growled at Cindy who was doing just that, “You’ll mess up his aim...”
“Sorry, mistress,” she pouted mockingly; I would have to whip her when we got back to the attic.
“ ... have her think about sperm every time she sees a guy,” I suggested to Marius with a smirk, who’d just hypnotized my sister as she sat on my couch next to me. He chuckled a little as I rubbed the back of Tina’s neck, which was fully exposed with the way she had flopped down over her knees, with her head now practically on the floor between her feet. Like a ragdoll, I thought as I ran my fingers over the ‘SLAVE’ tattoo on the back of her neck. The redness there was mostly gone now, and as predicted by the tattoo artist, the white colored word was hardly visible against my sister’s alabaster skin; Marius could see it, I’m sure.
“I’m a little hesitant,” Marius admitted with a concerned look on his face. He was in his late twenties, I figured, and for some reason I had the impression he had very few patients. A surgical nurse in the past, he’d switched career paths to something less clinical he’d explained to me earlier. A bit short and pudgy, so I figured he had little luck with the ladies and that perhaps hypnosis was his way of getting a pathetic one to date him. This could work I told myself as I reiterated my request.
“I know you can’t make someone obey you,” I admitted to him, “ ... not if they don’t want! But trust me, she wants ... ask her,” I said in a serious tone. His dick was getting hard I could tell as the slacks he was wearing were of a thin material and a bit tight. “See ... her status in life,” I bragged as I exposed the ‘PROPERTY’ tattoo on Tina’s back and then pointed out the small ‘DOORMAT” lettering.
“She’s really your sister?” he asked as he stared at the lovely and helpless form of my younger sister.
“Pictures on the wall behind you there ... she’s in a few of them. The prissy and unimaginative looking one—check her out!” I suggested as I watched with a smirk as he did just that, until apparently convinced I was telling the truth. “Oh, and like I said, I got three or four other subs you can work with.”
“Yeah, you mentioned that,” he turned back to say, “Not something my therapy certificate covers though,” he added with a quick grimace.
“Comes with ... opportunity ... questionable ones, I admit,” I teased as I worked to get Tina’s short skirt up to her waist, exposing her naked butt; as white as new fallen snow! My sister could not tan under any circumstances, and that was most obvious now. He was squirming in his chair I could see, so I decided to back off a little. “I would think ... two or three sessions a day ... various girls ... a cuck or two...”
“A cuck?” he asked with a surprised look on his face.