Husband became master

[samanthasam]

John and Emily had been married for five years. They lived in a quiet suburban neighborhood. John worked as an accountant. Emily was a teacher at the local high college. Life seemed ordinary. They had a comfortable home. Emily's family lived nearby. Her mother, Susan, was a widow in her late forties. She ran a small bakery. Emily's younger sister, Lisa, was twenty-two. She studied at the community college. The family gathered often for dinners. John always felt like an outsider. Emily's relatives treated him politely. But he sensed they looked down on him. John earned a steady salary. Yet Susan and Lisa seemed to control conversations. They made decisions for Emily. John resented that dynamic. One evening, everything changed. John discovered a secret. While cleaning the attic, he found old letters. They revealed Emily's family had hidden debts. Susan's bakery was failing. Lisa had dropped out of college due to unpaid fees. Emily knew nothing about the extent. John confronted Emily privately. She was shocked. 'How did this happen?' she asked. John explained the letters. He had copies of bank statements too. He had been investigating quietly. Emily cried. She felt betrayed by her own family. John saw an opportunity. He had always fantasized about control. Now, he could seize it. 'I can fix this,' John said. 'But there will be conditions.' Emily nodded desperately. She agreed to anything. John called Susan and Lisa over the next day. He laid out the facts. Susan's face paled. Lisa fidgeted nervously. 'The bakery needs $50,000,' John stated. 'College debts add $20,000. I have the money. But you will serve me.' Susan laughed at first. Then she realized he was serious. 'What do you mean, serve?' she demanded. John leaned forward. 'You become my slaves. All of you. Emily included. Obey my every command. Or I walk away, and you lose everything.' The women exchanged glances. Desperation won. They agreed. John started slow. That night, he ordered Emily to strip. She hesitated in their bedroom. John watched intently. Emily peeled off her blouse. Her bra followed. Full breasts spilled out. She unbuttoned her skirt. Panties dropped last. She stood naked. John circled her. He touched her nipples. They hardened under his fingers. 'Kneel,' he commanded. Emily dropped to her knees. John unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free. It was thick and veined. Emily stared. She had never seen him so dominant. 'Suck it,' John said. Emily leaned in. Her lips parted. She took the head into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around. John groaned. He grabbed her hair. He pushed deeper. Emily gagged slightly. But she kept going. She bobbed her head. Saliva dripped down her chin. John thrust gently. He felt her throat relax. After minutes, he pulled out. 'Good girl,' he praised. He led her to the bed. Emily lay back. John spread her legs. Her pussy was wet already. He rubbed his cock along her slit. Then he entered her. Slowly at first. Emily moaned. John picked up pace. He pounded into her. Her breasts bounced with each thrust. Emily's hands clutched the sheets. 'Harder, master,' she whispered. John smiled. He flipped her over. He entered from behind. His hands gripped her hips. He slapped her ass. Red marks appeared. Emily cried out in pleasure. John reached around. He fingered her clit. She came hard. Her pussy clenched around him. John followed soon. He filled her with cum. They collapsed together. The next day, John summoned Susan. She arrived at noon. Emily let her in. Susan wore a simple dress. John sat in the living room. 'Strip,' he ordered. Susan froze. Emily nodded encouragingly. Susan complied. Her dress fell away. She had a mature body. Sagging breasts but wide hips. Panties came off. Her bush was trimmed. John eyed her. 'On your knees.' Susan knelt. John stood. He pulled out his cock. It was semi-hard. 'Suck.' Susan hesitated. Then she took it in. Her mouth was warm. She lacked Emily's enthusiasm. John coached her. 'Deeper. Use your tongue.' Susan improved. She slurped noisily. John grew hard. He face-fucked her. Susan choked. Tears ran down her face. But she didn't stop. John pulled out. He bent her over the couch. Her ass was plump. He spread her cheeks. Her pussy glistened. John thrust in. Susan gasped. He was bigger than her late husband. John fucked her steadily. His balls slapped against her. Susan moaned reluctantly. Pleasure built. John spanked her. 'Call me master.' 'Yes, master,' she panted. He reached under. He pinched her nipples. Susan came unexpectedly. Her body shook. John kept going. He came inside her. Cum leaked out as he withdrew. Susan slumped. John wasn't done. He called Emily in. 'Clean her up.' Emily crawled over. She licked Susan's pussy. Tasting John's cum mixed with her mother's juices. Susan squirmed. But she allowed it. The dynamic shifted. Lisa arrived that evening. She was petite. Long hair, small breasts. John wasted no time. 'Undress.' Lisa blushed. She removed her top. Jeans followed. She had a tight body. Shaved pussy. John inspected her. 'Bend over.' Lisa complied. He fingered her. She was tight. Virgin tight? No, but inexperienced. John lubed his cock. He entered her ass first. Lisa yelped. 'Relax,' he said. He pushed slowly. Inch by inch. Lisa whimpered. Pain mixed with fullness. John started thrusting. Gentle at first. Lisa adjusted. Pleasure crept in. John reached around. He rubbed her pussy. Lisa moaned. He fucked her ass harder. Her small frame rocked. John pulled out. He flipped her. Entered her pussy. It was snug. He pounded deep. Lisa's legs wrapped around him. 'Fuck me, master,' she begged. John obliged. He came on her stomach. Emily and Susan watched. They cleaned Lisa with their tongues. The family was his now. Days turned into weeks. John established rules. They wore collars. Naked at home. They cooked, cleaned, served him sexually. Mornings started with blowjobs. Emily sucked him awake. Afternoons, Susan rode him in the kitchen. Evenings, Lisa took it in the ass while he watched TV. Group sessions became routine. One night, John gathered them in the master bedroom. 'On the bed. All of you.' They climbed up. Emily, Susan, Lisa. Naked and eager. John stripped. His cock stood erect. 'Emily, eat your sister's pussy.' Emily dove in. Lisa spread her legs. Emily's tongue lapped at Lisa's clit. Lisa moaned. Susan watched, aroused. John turned to Susan. 'Suck me.' Susan knelt on the bed. She deepthroated him. John groaned. He face-fucked her roughly. Saliva coated his shaft. Meanwhile, Emily fingered Lisa. Lisa bucked her hips. She came on Emily's face. John pulled from Susan's mouth. 'Lisa, ride me.' Lisa straddled him. She lowered onto his cock. Her pussy gripped tight. She bounced up and down. John thrust up to meet her. Susan and Emily kissed nearby. Tongues intertwined. Hands roamed breasts. John grabbed Lisa's ass. He helped her grind. She came again. Shuddering. John lifted her off. 'Emily, on all fours.' Emily positioned. John entered her from behind. He fucked her doggy style. Hard and fast. Susan lay under Emily. She sucked Emily's nipples. Lisa recovered. She kissed John deeply. The room filled with moans. John switched. He pulled out of Emily. Entered Susan's mouth. She tasted Emily on him. Then he fucked Susan missionary. Her legs over his shoulders. Deep penetration. Susan clawed his back. Emily and Lisa sixty-nined beside them. Tongues delving into pussies. John felt his orgasm build. He pulled out. 'All of you, kneel.' They dropped to the floor. John stroked his cock. Cum shot out. Splattering faces, breasts, mouths. They licked it up. Sharing kisses to clean each other. Exhausted, they curled around him. John owned them completely. The bakery thrived with his investment. Debts cleared. But freedom? Gone. They craved his dominance now. Mornings brought new commands. John woke to Emily's mouth on his cock. She sucked eagerly. Swallowing his morning load. Susan prepared breakfast naked. Apron only. Her ass peeked out. Lisa vacuumed the living room. Bent over often. John took her quickly. Bent over the couch. His cock slamming into her pussy. She bit her lip to stay quiet. Afternoons varied. Once, John took Emily to the garage. He tied her wrists. Fucked her against the car. Her screams echoed. Another day, Susan in the shower. He joined her. Soaped her body. Then bent her over. Water cascaded as he pounded her ass. She braced against the tiles. Evenings were family affairs. Dinner led to dessert. Under the table, mouths on his cock. Rotating turns. After, in the living room. John on the couch. They took turns riding him. Emily first. Her pussy milking him. Then Susan. Her experienced hips grinding. Lisa last. Her youth bringing energy. He came inside each. Cum dripping from them. They slept in a pile. Bodies entwined. John in the center. Hands on breasts, pussies. The transformation deepened. Emily quit her job. She became his full-time slave. Susan sold the bakery shares to him. Lisa dropped classes. She moved in. The house became a den of lust. John explored kinks. Bondage nights. He tied Emily spread-eagle. Whipped her lightly. Then fucked her raw. Susan in cuffs. Forced to watch. Then join. Lisa with a plug in her ass all day. Removing it only for anal. Punishments for minor infractions. Spankings over his knee. Pussies exposed. Fingers probing during. Rewards too. Orgasms granted. Toys introduced. Vibrators on clits while he fucked mouths. Double penetration with dildos. One memorable weekend, John hosted a private party. Just them. He dressed them in lingerie. Black lace. They served drinks on knees. Crawling. John sipped whiskey. Then commanded a show. Emily and Lisa scissored. Pussies grinding. Susan masturbated watching. John joined. Fucked Emily while she ate Susan. Lisa rimmed his ass. Chaos of bodies. Cum everywhere. They collapsed in bliss. Months passed. The slavery solidified. Publicly, they were normal. But home was his realm. Emily bore his child eventually. But that didn't stop sessions. Pregnant belly bouncing as he took her. Susan and Lisa cared for her. All under his rule. John reflected often. From outsider to master. His cock ruled them. Their bodies his playground. Fucks became rituals. Morning blowjob: Emily deepthroats until he cums down her throat. No spilling. Afternoon ass fuck: Susan bends over the table. He lubes minimally. Enters dry at first. She yelps. Then moans as he stretches her. Evening gangbang simulation: All three on him. One on cock, one on face, one sucking balls. Rotating. He cums multiple times. They clean with tongues. Detailed sessions filled days. One hardcore night: John blindfolded Emily. Tied to the bedposts. Legs wide. He teased her pussy with feathers. Then ice cubes on nipples. She squirmed. Begged. He mounted her. Cock slamming in. No mercy. He choked her lightly. Her pussy flooded. He pulled hair. Called her slut. She came violently. Untied, she thanked him. Susan's turn next. He oiled her body. Massaged roughly. Then fucked her tits. Cum on her neck. She licked it off. Lisa got the rough anal. On her stomach. Pillow under hips. He entered slow. Built to brutal thrusts. Her ass cheeks rippled. He spanked red. Filled her bowels with cum. She crawled to the others. They soothed her. The story of enslavement continued. John's power grew. He filmed sessions. Blackmail material, though unnecessary. They were hooked. Addicted to his cock. His commands. The family unit reformed around him. Wife, mother-in-law, sister-in-law. All slaves. All fucked daily. Hardcore, detailed, endless. John thrust into Emily's pussy again. She arched. 'Master, more.' He obliged. Pounding relentlessly. Cum building. Release. Always more to come.