Brotherly Love

Stephie had reached the point three months into her pregnancy that training needed to begin and begin fast. She had documented her progression in college from pet to slave to being ready to be anointed "Mistress" listing every facet of her Domme's mental and physical training.

She had devised for the two couples a one-hour window every Saturday morning, found a space downtown that was filled with the necessary items to begin.

There is a shocking twist later in the story.

Thank youJacobRiley49for your editing!

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(Stephie's POV)

Week #1 of training

"An abandoned warehouse?" Cam's words echoed down the expansive space in the middle of downtown.

"Were you seen entering?" I asked him and Hilary.

"No Mistress," Hilary said, her head bowed having had me to herself for a couple more times than the others in our first three months. "Where's Bryson?"

"Soon enough, Child," I said, the windows that ran the full length of each wall, frosted over, preventing anyone from looking inside.

There were two mats to my left.

"You will be on these mats naked in 'child's pose' by 9:00 a.m. sharp every Saturday." I said, then pulling back. "It's 8:58 a.m."

They stared at me, confused then Hilary started to strip. Cam's face was pale, looking around like he was in the middle of downtown (which he was), not feeling the protection of the walls and windows.

I stood looking at my watch, it changed.

"8:59"

Cam started to disrobe quickly and just before it switched to 9:00 they were both in position.

"That will start our morning...now if you will excuse me.

"I was in sweats, walking away from them to the center where there was a control room space, four walls and a garage door and small entrance. It was small compared to the space, but expansive for a single room.

"What the fuck, Hilary?" Cam whispered though I could hear him; I smiled.

I hit the button to open the garage door; it made the loud clattering sounds of raising up. I went inside, stripping off my sweats. I was in a black corset, stepping into my heels and finding my Mistress of Evil headdress, cupping my head with two horns the twisted back, all black.

Bryson was strung up by his hands, his feet spread, back to the opening. I picked up my whip and added to the 20 marks I'd already inflicted to his body.

SNAP!

"AH!"

SNAP!

"AH!"

SNAP!

"AH!"

SNAP!

"AH!"

SNAP!

"AH!"

I dropped the whip and walked quickly, my footfalls echoing loudly through the empty building. I slowed getting closer, wanting to build the anticipation for what was coming next.

"Stand!"

Both scrambled to their feet, Hilary almost falling, her breasts dangling and bouncing, Cam's cock growing harder by the moment, they finally were at attention.

"Follow and come see everyone's natural state."

It felt so good commanding them, hearing them walk behind me, I was slow so that between my heels hitting the concrete, their breathing - very nervous breathing - could be heard.

The marks were far from my best, however made the necessary crosses to pass the Mistress review board's standard, but wouldn't win me anything at a competition.

Before turning around I announced...

"Gaze at him for a minute, and when asked interpret what you see."

I turned and got my first journal, ready to read excerpts from it after their responses. I had narrated it in my competitive, practice journalling way with some personal commentary. There was a lot there so I wasn't going to give them copies but wanted them to have a taste of my training with Mother.

"Cam, what do you see?"

"A naked man with marks from his dominant, his Mistress."

"Hilary?"

"Skilled precision in administration of deserved punishment for this slaves actions."

"Let me read a portion from my journal." I said, moving towards Bryson so he could hear, his head was down and he was still. "I would journal 10 minutes to a couple of hours after Mother took me through my initial training."

I looked over at my husband and Bryson's cock began to grow.

"Oh, the Pain!"

Cam looked at Hilary, one of fear and doubt.

"The terror that gripped me the minute Mother snapped the whip, the crack of arbitrary strikes that DID NOT connect. There was no warning, the first strike was a combination, barely giving me time to call out in sheer agony after one, when the second hit.

I pissed down my leg.

Mother hit me with another combination, and another. My screams...yes, they were screams...birthed spittle in my mouth and tears down my cheeks to go with the warm urine evaporating on my thigh.

Combination after combination, Mother showed her love for me, my body convulsing not knowing how to react."

Hilary's eyes were wide and tearing up. I knew she wanted to run. Cam was dumbfounded looking at me, Bryson, his wife.

"Mother was special," I said making commentary, not reading. "I was a national champion gymnast because of HER."

I reached over and began to lower Bryson's hands. He pulled them over the hook that was suspending him, and I clicked open the combination quick.

"Go over to them, Boi; Show them your back."

Bryson looked at me with appreciative distain and began to walk, his cock straight out.

"He cried before I started," I said. "What do you notice about his marks?"

"There are only 10 sets Mistress, you struck him 20 times," Hilary said almost giddy that he wasn't covered in 100 strikes. She was so dialled into me and what we were doing, I was proud of her, she truly belonged to me.

"Give Bryson a kiss for his troubles this morning, we got here at 6 a.m. as I needed to rehearse." Hilary kissed him deep, reached down and stroked his cock which pushed into her stomach. "We will rotate and I have a delicious idea on how that will work."

I picked up the book, Hilary and Bryson remained arm in arm.

"She stopped after 50, I counted each one, screamed with each one and she came to my body her hand on my back, cooling cream sending shivers that were not orgasmic, however they ran waves across my flesh. She told me how good I was, petting my hair as my breathing finally began to subside.

I knew we weren't done...not by a long shot.

She went to the drawer and produced a gag, my eyes tearing immediately, the dim hope we were done shattered. I screamed "NOOOO" into the gag, that came out garbled, my pleas to be done, too stop, unheard.

The crack of the whip happened 50 more times, a slight pause and then 100 straight.

Oh, the pain; The glorious pain!

The pause was key, my mind relaxed, numbness set in and then was hit with a furry that I swear didn't hurt at all, the rush over me, 'endorphins' Mother would say later, it was semi euphoric, turning the pain in my mind on its head.

Mother undid my restraint, held me and applied the cream. Her kisses were soft and caring, she made love to me right there, and the blood on the mat was never cleaned, a reminder of my orientation to her world.

'When you start with the worst of it, you know you can stand the rest of it.' Mother told me.

"Bryson hook Hilary up, please," I said, holding out the wrist cuffs. "You are not able to endure what I endured, but the whip is the worst of the devices."

They both went over to the area, Hilary was melting into the horror that this was happening, there was no pause, no explanation. I laid it out there and we were doing it, if only for an hour a week, so we had to be efficient.

I took a whip down from the wall and handed it to Cam.

"Go over to the heavy bag and practice." I pointed, he stared in disbelief that he was going to be told to whip his wife lingered, until I put a hand on his shoulder. "Go practice!"

Bryson hooked her hands and cranked until her feet were ready to raise up.

SNAP!

"OH GODAHHHHHH!"

SNAP!

"AHHHH!HH!HH!"

Hilary began to sob and jumped when she heard Cam's first snap hitting the heavy bag.

"MISTRESS! STOP!"

SNAP! SNAP!

"AGGHHH!! OHHH!!!!"

My first cross on her right butt cheek.

SNAP! SNAP!  (pause) SNAP! SNAP!

NOOO! AHHH! OHHH!! AHHHH!!!

SNAP! SNAP!

"GOHHHHDDDDD!!!! AHH!"

The tears were streaming; the spittle was there. I grabbed the bottle I had used to soothe Bryson, though he got the full treatment of 200 lashes. He understood the pleasure in the pain.

"MISTRESS, I can't...." Hilary sobbed, knowing I was disappointed.

"You can because you have no choice," I said turning her head to my face with my hand pulling her chin. I pushed it away in disgust at her weakness.

"Cam!" I called over to Hilary's husband

He stopped practicing and ran over, his cock still semi-hard.

"Strike her directly 10 times in a row, no stopping," I said to him quietly, not letting her know when it was going to end.

Cam turned and sent the whip through the air.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

"OHH! AHHHHH! CAM! OHH! AH! NOOOO! STOPP! STOPP!! OHH!! AHHH!!"

He had missed twice.

"Bryson take her down, use the cream and fuck her on the mats!"

He scurried over; I turned to Cam.

"How many can you take?"

He thought about it for a moment.

"Give me the first 50, Mistress."

Bryson took Hilary sobbing to the mats beside the heavy bag.

I walked with Cam, secured his wrists and hoisted him up.

The echoes and screams from Cam were as loud and long as his cock extended out, excited by the event, the pain.

I moved to him, went fast snapping the whip, he tried to keep the groaning in, but eventually let it out screaming at some.

After 50 I stopped and applied the cream.

"BRYSON! OHH!" Hilary cried out. He was fucking her from behind to take the pressure of her back.

"He took all 200, perhaps you're his cuck now..." I delivered a searing condemnation for his choice of strikes.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, give me the rest."

"Very Good boi..." I kissed him on the cheek. "However, let me add..."

I went and got a ball gag; he did not know for what he asked.

I was pleased with myself, the array of crosses along his back and thighs were magnificent when we were done. His face was filled with tears; I did it fast but gave him the same pauses I received.

Bryson had finished inside Hilary and was holding her, watching us.

After the final pause, I could see Cam's body relax, getting the same flood of euphoric relief that I did, that Bryson did earlier.

I ended the last of the 200, let him down, unclipped the gag and led him to the mat, I had Hilary cover his back with the soothing cream as he approached my open legs.

I cried out, "OH GOD, CAM!"

His cock was harder than it ever had been, I was so wet. My hand went up and intentionally dug into his whip-torn back.

"FUCK!!!!"

Cam's body reacted with defensive rage thrusting balls deep, his face angry, Hilary behind, rubbing the cream.

"OH! CAMM!!!!"

Every muscle in his body pulled him back and every muscle thrust him forward, sliding me on the mat, driving home his agony and ecstasy and once.

"MISTRESS! OH! TAKE IT!!!!"

With great pleasure...I gushed on his cock!

"OH, GREAT ADONIS!" I screamed; I'd never gushed when straight fucking.

"JESUS! MISTRESS! OHH! YESSS!"

He drove into me and his body shook, my hands had been digging into his flesh, the fingernails I had applied for the morning, a couple popped off, the others had bits of him under them.

"FUCK! CAM! OHH!"

We were in Euphoria, turning emotion and feeling into a place, his hips went to fucking again, his cock staying hard.

"THAT'S IT, LOVER!" I cried out.

Hilary was still rubbing the cream, as good as I felt, I started coming down while he regained himself with no interruption. I pulled him close; he was rabbit-fucking me with quick strokes.

"Turn and fuck your wife," I said, regretfully.

He looked surprised, like he had forgotten she was here, but peeled out of me, turned and pulled her on top of him, the sting of the whipping was soothed with a layer of cream, he winced when she slid down on his shaft, but began lifting and dropping on him.

Bryson was close by, I crawled over, his cock was hard; I lay beside him, my hand reaching out stroking his cock, kissing him gently.

"Make love to me, husband..."

I wasn't going to finish, not after that build up and release. The comfort of my man's cock sliding in and out, I had propped myself up on my elbows before wrapping my arms around him while he drove in and out with grace and an elegant rhythm.

I could see Hilary, her beasts swaying and hopping while riding Cam. I was pleased with what I had created, our starting point.

Mother and I shared the most intimate moment of our relationship after the pain engulfed and nearly conquered my soul. I was forever hers, the deep agony to the euphoric state, the trip you remember for a lifetime bonds you together.

All three were kneeling, gazing down to listen to me. I had picked up my journal, after watching my stable of submissives clean up the area and read to them.

The place wasn't ours, it's a BDSM societies rental space and it was our responsibility to put back and deep clean all the mats and devices, our bodily fluids had sprayed out over many pieces.

"I feel like I'm in each one of your bodies. Cam, how do you feel?"

"We are connected, my body still tingles with pain and pleasure, grateful for your leadership."

"Hilary."

"Primal. I could stay here and take all of you again, my Mistress! I would taste you until the sun sets."

I smiled; she snuck a peek at me.

"Bryson."

"Content. We reside in a place, right now, that is not of this world."

"Very Good." I said. "Eyes up and look at me when I tell you this."

The smooth and total engagement of their faces stirred an orgasmic feeling; they were in my soul and in the palm of my hands.

"You will feel no greater pain than today." I said, getting small smiles from them. My face turned serious. "You will not experience the euphoria however and will chase it like every crack addict forever."

They looked disappointed.

"I'm your forever fix."

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Sunday Morning Church

The Millers occupied three rows in the 300-person church, which would fill up some on holidays and get to 2/3rds of its capacity. Bryson and our four kids with Mom and Dad; Cam, Hilary and their three with his parents, the matriarchs of the church. Calvin Miller was 70 and had the shoulders of a linebacker, Beatrice was 72, her hair white, she was petite and the proud grandmother, happy that all of her babies, and our babies were on display for everyone.

"Have you ever felt so connected to your spouse, your brother or sister, a group locked in prayer together. God said, 'For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.'"

Woven into talk of the church, was talk of being with your spouse, your friends and siblings. He somehow, for all four of us, brought my taming of their individual needs, wrapping them into my vision, into his sermon.

"I felt you," I said after church, kissing Bryson on the cheek in the receiving line, and he gave me a knowing nod.

Our families filed out into the fellowship hall for coffee, snacks and conversation.

Hilary was talking with the boy's parents, Calvin was laughing, Beatrice looking embarrassed, holding their youngest.

Mine were running around, chasing each other. We had brought them up to be loose, but respectful after church, getting attention from many of the church goers. I looked back, wanting to talk to Hilary.

We shared some time Saturday afternoon; we were so wanton for each other having run out of time and I needed to complete our connections. We went over to her house and they played with the kids outside while we played upstairs in the bedroom.

I began walking over and saw Calvin and Beatrice about to leave. We had talked to them earlier and they had something with some friends. That's when I saw it...

Calvin liked to do the European 'Hello and Goodbye' with the double kiss. Hilary's hand was on his right arm, and his hand slipped under and cupped her breast.

I froze.

Observe greetings and goodbyes, Child, they are a window to how close two people are. I heard Mother in my head.

Hilary saw me and rushed over.

"Did he just cup your breast?"

"Oh shoot, he's always been handsy."

"What? I've not seen nor have you said anything. You tell me right now..."

Hilary leaned in, her perfume was amazing, the same she wore as we ground to orgasm yesterday with the shouts of our families in the backyard.

"I kinda like it, I can't deny," she said. "You've brought so much out of me, maybe that was a subconscious turn on."

"Well, that's a new one..."

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Week Two Training

"Whereas the whip tames for no one, and equal, sharp and complete pain, cutting into flesh, the "Cat Tail" spreads out the force of your Mother's hand, into many points of contact, each one less, but collectively the pain is more.

Secondly, confessing my missteps throughout my week to Mother, cleansing my consciousness of guilt, releasing my transgressions to her and God, getting my due, was releasing and satisfying.

Do I miss the whip? No, but maybe."

I put the journal down.

"Cam! Confess your sins on me and the family this week." I stood before them, in a muted red bustier, red with black frill panties, red velvet boots, red ribbon in my hair.

My baby bump was out in the open, the laces released on the bottom.

"Mistress I looked upon a co-worker of mine with carnal lust, imagining what she felt like splitting her with my cock."

Sshwap! Sshwap!

The Cat Tail whistled and struck in his lower back twice.

"GOD!!!!"

"I didn't swing that hard.

Sshwap!!! Sshwap!!!

"AGGHHHHH!!!"

"Cuck boi, what were your sins?" I asked my husband Bryson.

"Mistress Sassy...I tried to find a way to get myself out of this situation, with you and the rest."

Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap!

"GAHH!! AHHH! MMFTTT!!! AHHHHHHHHH!"

"At long last, My sweet Hilary. My love, confess your sins."

"Um...Mistress. I have an unholy fetish where I allow Mr. Miller to touch my breasts."

The boys gasped.

"SILENCE!"

Sshwap! Sshwap!

Sshwap! Sshwap!

"AHHHGG!"

"RRRGGHHTT!"

They cried out from the quick strikes raking across their backs.

Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap! Sshwap!

"AHHH! AH! AH! AHHHH! AHHHHHH! AH! AH! OHH! OHH! MFFFT! OHHH! GOD!

FORGIVE! AHHH! MEEEEE! AHHHHH!!!!!

I was not kind, or gentle. She had not been given the full treatment of whipping and I'd decided to use the Cat Tail to administer and take her through.  I signalled to Cam to use the lotion on her back, for which he did, and then directed him, and his massive hard on, to level her up, to feel the euphoric ride to the other dimension of pain and pleasure.

"OH GOD, CAM!"

He cut into her wet pussy, the excitement of the admission, the pain on her back as he pushed his weight on top of her.

"OHHH! NOO! NOOO! YESSS! YESSS! FUCK! YES!"

She was there, orgasming as Cam kept hammering her. I was standing next to see my obedient servants couple, Hilary's face in agony and heaven. She strained to hold her back up and let go, she settled into the pain as pleasure.

"OH..FUCK!"

Cam pumped her aggressively. I moved over to Bryson and motioned for him to clean up, saying, "We're going to have to go to breakfast and figure this out."

"OH! BABY! I'M SORRY! OHHH!"

"Bryson, are you okay?"

"I'd seen it, during a greeting, other members have asked me about it on occasion," Bryson said. "A little grab under the left breast as they shook."

"Have you seen anything else?"