Dominatrix System

Chapter 97

The Centaur was going crazy as the Brunette, and the blonde kept begging for him. He continued to switch, hoping to ejaculate into one of them. He became more and more desperate as time passed. I watched every second of it feeling my pussy dampen, watching the utter misery involved. I wished at this point I had a recorder or something so I could come back and watch this over and over.

The women continued to beg and his desperation to ejaculate grew with their cries. I sighed, knowing I had other things to do, though. I left the room, hearing the Young Mistress ask me where I was going. I turned to her, annoyed someone asked me this. I instantly cooled my anger, though, knowing it would be a bad idea for her training to attack her. I needed her inquisitive for her training.

"I have more than one slave to train. The Centaur maybe 'Free' at the moment, but that is only freedom in his hellfire at the moment. I have others that I was contracted to train. Stay and watch, though. There is not much to see where I am going. Even if you could see what I am doing will go over your head." I threw a hidden insult that she noticed, and her cheeks cutely puffed, but she stayed put as I left the training area.

I found the mother and son combo inside the cell I left them. The young man slept in his mother's arms in the corner of the room. The woman had nodded off in the corner with her head resting on his head. It looked cute, like some hallmark card for human mistreatment or something. I made note that their relationship was good and watched, thinking more for the moment. The son and mother were much closer than I initially presumed they would be. The experience that they have been going through has brought them closer and closer together.

I regretted that I hadn't spent more time learning from the noble that contracted me where they came from. These two were both humans, and the mother was attractive. The son, although weak, was attractive in his own way as well. He was also decently well hung. The teen's head rested in his mother's large chest, hiding the face at the moment. I watched them sleep for a bit before coming to a decision.

I had multiple ways to go about this. Each would lead to a different potential path. I could make the teen turn his mother into his sex slave; This would be an interesting path. The second would be to make the mother turn her son into her pet. This would be a very interesting path and the one I would choose if they belonged to me. It would be interesting to watch for a long time seeing the son's feelings as he was dominated by her daily under his mothers' feet. The mere thought turned me on, making my already wet pussy want attention even more. I went back to what I promised the noble, thougha mutual affection between mother and son. I would train both to be a top and a bottom, switching between them in a freeflow. This would make them more interesting to watch and further to entertain for the noble.

With that confirmation in my head, I got to preparing how I would go about it. I grabbed a bucket and let water gather in it from the tap. I tossed the bucket of water onto the mother and son couple that were sleeping. They both yelped as the cold water soaked them both in their naked glory. I opened the cell, making sure I looked terrifying. They both shivered from both the cold water and their fear of me. I stepped up to them without saying a word. They continued to shiver, and I reached out. My hand tangled in the mother's hair, and I forced her up.

"Stand up," I said with a ferocity in my voice that sounded almost primal. My tone was final, and the teen stood on his feet. He had a look in his eye that showed he cared about his mother. I liked the look and looked forward to breaking him in many ways. I suppressed the smile, though, as I stepped out of the cell. "Follow me to see your punishment if you don't listen to my orders from here on out," I told them. I watched a side look, and both stepped out, following me as I walked back to the training room. As soon as I opened the door, the sound from the other side assaulted our ears. Two women begging for cock came out as another violently gave them what they wanted.

As the Mother and son stepped into the room, the mother went pale watching the brunette gets fucked by a giant Centaur cock. She screamed excitedly; meanwhile, the Blonde begged for the Centaur.

The teen, though, wasn't looking at the naked women. He was pale looking at the Centaur who desperately was plowing them with tears now streaming down his face. His expression did not speak of pleasure that it should have. It spoke to deep pain and desperation as he tried to ejaculate.

All you could hear was grunting, cries and begging. The sound and smell inside the room spoke of the want from the two slaves and the centaur's need as he was sweating. I turned to the teen and the mother standing before the scene. "This will be your fate if you don't listen to me," I spoke, instilling an even deeper fear into them. They trembled underneath my stare. "The Centaur cannot cum no matter how many women he fucks. It doesn't matter one or fifty; he will continue to fuck them under our eye without regard for anything, just seeking to ejaculate. That will be your son's fate if you don't listen to my orders. The women need cock for their mind not to break, constantly needing a man inside them to somewhat settle their desire. That will be your mother's fate if you don't listen to my orders. Do you both understand?" I finished with a simple question.

Both the mother and son nodded quickly. "Say it," I commanded.

"We will become like the women and centaur behind you if we do not listen to orders." The mother replied. The son followed up with the same words as his mother. I nodded.

"Good, you both have a working brain and can understand basic things," I said, showing complete disdain for the both of them. I stepped further into the training part of the warehouse. They both followed my last instruction to them following me. The young mistress watched as I did so, looking at me with questions clearly on her face. She watched me guide them into the separation of the training rooms. I opened the door into the second part of the training area.

With the completed warehouse, I now had two significant training areas. The second area had an enclosed space off to the side for special training that I would need for these two later. They were not ready for it, though. Using it too early would break their mind in a way I didn't want to do. I brought them into the center of the room with the two shivering together. I looked at them and realized I didn't want one of them to get sick. I decided to bring them over to the slave shower for this sort of thing.

The room was rather large, with multiple showerheads. I brought them inside and grabbed some soap and shampoo out of my inventory. I passed it to them as we stepped inside. They never saw where I brought it out from, but the teen's reflexes showed as he scooped them out of the air without thinking.

"Wash each other," I said, and I walked to the corner. They were shocked looking at me.

"What?" The mother and son asked, looking at me perplexed.

I raised an eyebrow, "What do you not understand?" I asked.

"Well, you are willing to give us such expensive soaps?!" They both said in unison. I started to laugh incredulously.

"What I spend on you two does not matter. All that matters if you two listening to my orders." I told them. "Now, Wash each other bodies and do a good job," I told them.

They started up the showers, and I smirked as I watched the mother start to try to soap herself. My voice stopped that from happening. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked her.

"Cleaning myself?" She said.

"Did I say for you to clean yourselves?" I asked her.

She blushed as she realized what my order was. She shook her head, "No, you didn't." She replied.

"No, I didn't is the correct answer. I said for you to wash each otherone other thing. I am your Mistress. That is how you will address me. From now on, when I give an order, I expect to hear Yes, Mistress. When I ask a yes or no question, I expect to hear a Yes, Mistress or No, Mistress. That is proper etiquette. Now, answer me again and tell me what my order was." I finished,

"Yes, Mistress," I heard from them both when the mother continued. "Mistress, I was ordered to was each other, not myself."

"That is right; I will be forgiving once. Do not disappoint me, or I will go show you the punishment the Centaur is having for your son." I said with naked threat making her pale. "I am sure he will enjoy the experience."

"Yes, Mistress," She replied, her face still pale from the naked threat. The warm water continued to flow down, and the mother picked up the single bar of soap I handed to them. They looked at each other, and I watched the mother grit her teeth before her hands fell upon her son. The soap landed on her son's chest as he looked up into her eyes. They stayed there as the mother soaped up her son's chest to his abs. She clearly stayed away from the lower regions and made her way back to his arms.

Slowly she soaped up his arms and back with her face reddening as she attended to her teenage son. I smirked as I watched the son's cock start to react as his eyes wandered around his mother. He looked ashamed, and his face turned slightly red. The mother never noticed as she was working his fingers then to his neck. She worked her way around him, washing his face completely missing his lower regions. Soon his entire upper body was cleaned except his hair. She then squatted behind him and started again at his feet. She was trying so hard, I thought to myself as she soaped up to his knees. She was slowly running out of places to run to. Soon she made it to his ass. I watched from behind as her face reddened, and she started to wash off all the grime that had built up. She slowly traveled deeper and eventually cleaned it up. Her face flushed utterly red by the time she finished behind. There was only one place left. She was about to start cleaning him from the back when I coughed.

Both son and mother turned to me. "Clean from the front," I told her mercilessly, and both flushed a deeper shade of red. I was surprised at the amount of embarrassment coming from them. They had probably been seeing each other naked for a long time now. The only difference was that I was making them do it this time. The mother stood up and moved around to her son's front. His cock was no longer completely flaccid under her workings. She squatted before her son, and he was seven inches long and had a decent girth at an inch and half. The mother's blush was already completely red, seemingly not able to blush even deeper. Her hand grabbed his length, earning a moan from him.

The teen seemingly tried to cover it up but couldn't bite it back. His face matched his mother's in blush. It was so deep and red they matched in color. The soap started to lather up his balls as she, without notice, began to stroke his shaft. I smirked, noticing that it was completely unconscious. She didn't stroke it for long as the soap came up and started to lather his shaft. She was working delicately as her son moaned in her hand, trying desperately to hold back his moans. He stared down at her blushing a matching deep red.

Her lathering finished, and the kid's cock had reached full mast and was twitching under his mother's workings. I kept my smirk hidden as the teen didn't know what to do. His mother stood up with her son's cock reaching a full eleven inches in total. The kid was well endowed like his mother in another area. Her mother stood up and stepped back. She took the shampoo bottle and used some to clean her son's hair cooling the two down somewhat.

It did not last for long, though, as the shampoo fell into the puddle below him into the drain. The teen's turn to clean his mother was up, and he was still flushed red. His cock twitched in anticipation. I smiled as I realized his mother turned on the teen. He blushed, looking away only to turn back. The bar of soap landed in his hand from his mother, and he blushed as his hand with the soap landed on her soft stomach.

His other hand joined in, and his mother looked down between her large breasts as he lathered her stomach. The blush of both deepened as his cock twitched in anticipation. The teen started to experience feeling up his mother in a completely new way. The fear of me was still there, but in this atmosphere, I sort of faded away. They were in their own world as he lathered his mother's stomach softly before moving up. Both turned even redder despite the fact I caught him sleeping in his mother's bosom.

His hand wandered, feeling up his mother's large breasts trailing with soap as the water continued to fall upon them. Fingers glided across the skin, as did soap. The Mothers nipples started to harden as her breasts were kneaded softly and slowly by her son. The intimate interaction continued, and his hands kept away from one point; her nipples. Soon the soap dove into her cleavage and onto the other breast.

I sat back as the shy teen continued to explore his blushing mother's body. They were both being mentally tormented by each other in a way neither even knew it was happening. Soon the kid was finished and moved to the nipples. Each stood out half an inch, much to the mother's dismay. As a hand swiped over it, her legs trembled from a mini orgasm. I smirked, knowing what happened, but the mother bit her lip, cutting off the moan she wanted to make. When the teen passed over the other, she bit her lip again but this time didn't orgasm. The kid was no longer paying attention as his cock was at attention. He left the breasts and started to lather her entire body from head to toe, missing only her neither regions. Shying away from them like his mother, he was squatting at her feet. This time unlike his mother, he squatted in front of her. He slowly made his way up her thighs, and all that was left was the gold mine in the middle.

I visibly saw the teen gulp as he was face first confronted with his mother's pussy. The deep red flushed faces of them both matched each other. His tongue licked his lips as his hand dove in. The reaction from the mother made me smile. Her legs trembled again, and she slightly squirted as her son's hand landed on her pussy. Suprise painted her face as she let out a loud moan filling the quiet room. Her hands shot to her mouth as the son looked up, surprised at his mother.

His hands stopped on her clit by accident as he was cleaning, and he felt a larger than the usual amount of water hit his hand. He gasped, and his hands were about to retreat as my voice sounded. "Keep going," Was all I said, cutting into the startled silence.

The teen turned to me for a second before nodding, "Yes, Mistress," He said, and his hand resumed much to his mother's torment as she orgasmed again when his hand moved across her pussy many times, getting every spot clean. I smiled at her suffering as the teen's cock twitched in excitement the entire time. It even started to look veinier as extra blood flow to it, making an angry erection. I smirked as he finished her pussy, and he got up and walked around her. Soon her ass and her crack got lathered up and cleaned just as she did for her son. Her reactions to her ass were much less pronounced. I still smiled, watching from my position as he put shampoo into her hair.

They finished up, but both were turned on and couldn't look at each other in the eye anymore.

"Well done," I said, cutting into the awkward silence. "You are not done yet, though," I announced with an evil smirk. I stepped forward towards the mother. The son stepped in front of her, which earned a raised eyebrow towards him. He instantly side stepped back, looking down at his feet. The kid backed off quick; Smart. I then poked the mother's hard nipple and looked down into her eyes. "You will suck your son's dick off. You will make him ejaculate at least twice." I announced.

Her face froze, and the room turned silent. She looked to protest, not wanting to obey my orders. I cut in before any protest started and shamed her. "You will make him cum at least twice despite how many times you shameless came from his fingers!" I loudly told her, chastising her. "I never said you could orgasm. Therefore this is my punishment. It is either that, or your son becomes like the Centaur you saw outside." Her face looked horrified and embarrassed. So many emotions flashed on her face as she was conflicted. It didn't take her more than thirty seconds before her face was in front of her son's angry erection.

"Mom!" The teen's eye started to tear up under the warm shower. Still, her mouth slowly neared the large erection as I moved, turning off the water.

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