Uncovering Repressed Desires

Walter Donnovan brought his newly formed family to "Fierce Crimson - 1998", a BDSM festival of his own creation. Long a Master in the practice traveling the United States and Europe, learning under the best dommes in the darkest dungeons, Walter's philosophies on family wove the discipline of torture with the tenderness of romantic love into a warped idea of conception.

He'd only submitted to one domme in his life, Mistress FunTashia, who's blend of degradation, humiliation, torture, restraint lured him in years ago. Her balance of the pain-pleasure gradient in her punishment mixed with gay sex, brought them together exclusively for two years in the early 80s.

They travel out a few days ahead of the festival to train and blend the ones adjacent to his "family's" future fortunes, weaving them in the story.

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Sunday morning 7 a.m., July 25th - Upper room of the Festival's BnB (Walter's POV)

I had spent the day Saturday tending to business in the United States and aligning the responsibilities of my LLCs to the appropriate people. Going underground into the labyrinth of an event like this, I have to entrust people to keep my billions of dollars moving in the right directions.

"Fierce Crimson - 1998" was different, it is my creation, a vision I molded through James, Angela and my newest interests Donnie and his wife Melanie (Mel). I brought in the best of the best in Mistress FunTashia and her organization to run the festival. The Dominatrix's philosophies and mine align, honed at her feet literally.

The morning coffee, a dark roast from the Ethiopia where the Gulf of Aden meets the Red Sea, filled my nostrils and jump started a day I'd been looking forward to for a long time.

Tracing the leather binding on my 51st journal I was ready to write, a practice I began in college perfecting under the guidance of Mistress FunTashia, becoming a daily practice filled with substance. I put the days date and the entry number, 8,303, adding some calligraphy on the top, and began a summary of things to control (Taught to me by Mistress FunTashia) for the day.

The rule was who did I directly and indirectly control today. Directly was easy, who was going to be in front of me that I had cadence and outcome and summarize in two sentences or less how I was pulling the control off.

I always started with the entry "Indirect Control".

"Taylor: She will make her way through the bowels of the festival back to the BnB where I will directly influence her festival experience.

Donnie, Mel and Ashlyn: Taken care of by Mistress's web of most trusted Dommes.

Angela and James: Will be with the other three until later tonight."

I paused to think about my direct control, sipping on the dark nectar with had fruity and nutty notes that had a smooth finish after the bitter darkness. I chucked to myself that my thoughts of the coffee and my impending day shared parallel characteristics.

I turned to the journal again for the last sentence of the day.

"Direct control: Mel. We will sire a child this week, but that is all. I have turned my business over to my most trusted lieutenants and my mental and physical well being over to Mistress FunTashia for the next eight days."

I had showered, getting out of bed, not disturbing her Highness who had gotten in somewhere around 5:30 a.m. I did not stir at any point, nor peak at her undressing, mistakes I had made one too many times. Her punishments simple, yet intense and sometimes damaging, breaking my arm once in Turkey and not getting me to a doctor for another 24 hours.

"You can breathe through anything, Child," she said that day riding me while the pain of the break throbbed, intensified with every thrust of my cock inside her. I smiled to think I relish that memory now, reflecting back.

I finished writing, my cup was empty, I checked the clock knowing Mistress had to be somewhere by 9 a.m. in full regalia, I'd better be in position when she got out of bed. The silk robe slid off of my shoulders, there was a mat in the middle of the room facing the deck that overlooked the festival grounds, the door was open with the screen door allowing cool air from the morning inside.

I knelt, then folded onto the floor in a child's pose, arms outstretched, waiting for Mistress FunTashia. She did not take me in public on the stage yesterday or back into one of the festival dungeons. We hadn't met up in over two years, and I anticipated she brought me to her room wanting to debrief, catch-up and have me in a way that was both intimate and distinctly FunTashia.

Footfalls and vibrations emanated from the other room before the shower turned on and she attacked the previous day's filth. My cock grew below me, laying flat on the mat, the shower stopped, my girth stretching across the mat. I mouth salivated, waiting for her usual greeting, my cock growing firm when the door creaked open.

"Roll over slime," Mistress FunTashia said. She owned my being and my body quickly obeyed, on my back, my cock's length rising a few degrees from it's base.

Her smile showed she shared my anticipation.

"Mmmm....You look delicious, but there's no time, I'll just have to ride my stead," Mistress said, walking slowly to me her naked, damp body glorious.

Tone and fit, Mistress's body didn't match her age, the same as mine 62. Curls of golden hair spread around her face, muted by the water, the length longer, full lips pursed, eyes staring at my cock

"Master Darrius is here, we'll have to compare you both side to side," she said always doing comparisons. Her hips straddled me hovering above my cock, squatting a little, locking her gaze with mine and began to decend.

"Oh...der Sklave" she moaned when my tip split her cunt, German for "Slave" it's been my pet name for her since we met. "Mmmm....I should have flown you out so many more times...Ohhhh."

She held her squat, letting my cock settle inside about an inch past the head, swiveling and rocking side to side.

"Tell me der Sklave about this family das Maus (James) tells me about," she didn't lower anymore, her eyes fixed on mine, eyes rolling back a little, sliding further down. "OHhh...and can we have a cermony at the end of the...ohhh...festival...Grand one at that...MMMmmmm...on stage?"

FunTashia closed her eyes, let gravity pull her down.

"AHhhh! OHHH!! GOD! der Sklave! OHHH!!!!"

"Mmmmistress...oh...We.... Ohhhh...want our union to please...ohhhh...you, so if it is now...Yes, a public ceremony...Ohhhh..."

She pulled up and slid down, her breasts augmented five or so years ago bouncing, hypnotizing me with motion, tantalizing her flesh.

"You have tasted....ohhh....'The One', and exiled the 'Other'....ohhh...." I asked her about Mel and Taylor.

"Mmmm, you have finally...Ohhh...MMMmm...YES! YES!" she called out the first of her orgasms, now sliding up letting the tip reside inside alone for a moment then slamming down igniting the rush across her body, she folded into my arms and continued to fuck me with her hips. "And...oh...what about your Unicorn..."

Her eyes now looked at me, head tilted on my chest, hips still gyrating getting all of my cock. She knew my numbness and would ride me for 2 or 3 more climaxes, she wanting to hear about the latest man in my life.

"'The One' is married to an insatiable demon, yes a Unicorn, his horn not like others, his spirit intoxicating and present,"

"You mean Master Donnie? Yes, I felt that and look forward to having him submit to me," She said, rolling off me onto the rug, I turned and got on top, taking her legs over my shoulders and pressing my cock to her swollen lips.

"Ohhh des Sklavee...ohhh...and das Maus?"

"Still on the outside looking in," I looked firmly at her breasts then her eyes, driving my cock in, pulling back and driving inside again and again.

"OHH! AHHH! OHHH!!!!!" her wails could be heard down in the courtyard I was sure.

"Ummpftt!" I grunted with each thrust, the talk was over and now she took my cock deep again and again.

"OHH! YESS!!! SKLAVE! YES!!!"

Number two came, her arms went around my neck and like a dance scripted out, I picked her quivering body up, and the sadist in me started to improvise.

"Ohhh...mmmm....Sklave? Where?"

I took her to the balcony, my cock still deep, I swiftly pulled out and pushed her body on the rail of the balcony. This was our next position, bent over or against something, getting all of me from behind.

Just never public.

"OHH!!! GOD!" she cried out, several people walking, working or enjoying the morning on the small patio could see her, bent over at the waist, gravity pulling on her breasts, now dangling and swaying as I began to fuck her.

"OHHH! SKLAVE! OHHHH!!!!"

I banged her for a good five minutes, many watching now, her juices flowing around my cock, finally exploding with her third orgasm.

"GOD YES! YESSS!!!!"

Numb with her juices, I pulled out and went to lay on my mat, face down, ready for my punishment. I grinned, my body wanting the pain with my climax, not wanting to just cum, I wanted it memorable, the cycle of disobedience usually hitting while riding her cunt.

"You're a naughty boy," she said, the German in her voice now clear, it was devious and post coital. "It's been years since anyone has seen and heard me cry out."

I felt her hand on my lower back, fingers spreading out, her body now over my shoulders, those fingers pointing downward, sliding over my balls. Her fingernails were grown out, her own, and long.

"Ahhh!" I exclaimed, her first two fingers digging into the flesh just below my cocks base.

"I could neuter you right here with my hand and drink the blood of your erection," she said pushed harder.

"AHHH! FUCKKK!!! MISTRESSS!!!"

She broke skin, I felt the the wetness on my cock, on her hand, she let up the pressure and I hear the door open.

"You are lucky Sklave." she said while I heard several people shuffle into the room. "You have three Body doubles to indoctrinate this morning or I'd be feasting, chewing on your magnificent appendage in my teeth."

She squeezed again, widening the puncture, the pain beautiful and sharp, the rush of fluid blood, not cum.

"Mistress, forgive me," I said before a different woman, dressed as FunTashia, lowered her mouth on my cock to clean the blood.

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(Taylor's POV) - Free for all zone - Sunday, July 25, 9 a.m.

"Dirrus, just let me..." I pleaded.

"Quiet wench," he said to me though ownership had expired he inserted his general dominance, he practically owned me without my domme around.

I negotiated my freedom and started the process of wiring money to him, paying him for the week. It cost $25 to get the wire done and when it was complete and I was handed the money it was short $50.

"What's this wench?" Dirrus asked being short $50. I hadn't counted it and didn't know the vendor took $50 out for a service fee.

I turned to the old vendor, ragged and filthy.

"Good Sir, could you please give this many all his money," His puffy shirt making him look like a pirate.

"I beg your pardon," he said. "Who's paying my fee?"

Dirrus smiled, taking the $50 he handed to the large man before pivoting away chuckling.

"I am in your debt, Sir." My head was bowed and waiting for the ask.

"Hmmpft."

I felt him close to me, his hand on my hip, I was naked and possessionless, I didn't have much to give, he had to ask if he wanted something, however we were in the anything goes area.

"JESSE!" the man called out. "I've got you one"

"Excuse me Sir?"

"Shut up and you'll be my 18 year-old son's first bitch!"

"Will that erase my debt, Sir?" I asked, totally out of any leverage.

"I would have you too, but I promised my wife...."

"Dear Sir, I will give you something more, your wife will not know, after I finish with your son IF you get me a bracelet to travel and $10 in cash."

"SIlence!" he said nervously taking my wrist and pulling me into the back of his booth.

There was a mattress laying in the corner, and he forced me down onto the crumpled sheets.

"Wait here," The shop owner said, and went out the back and yelled. "Jesse! Get over here."

The door of a trailer open and closed, a large, young man stepped down the stairs, across the road and into the booth.

"Happy Birthday, Son..."

"Shit, Dad, seriously??? I don't want to..."

"May I talk," I said, I got to my knees, my best pose showing off my breasts, giving him a peak at my snatch, light shining across my nipples from the the opening in the front of the store.

"Is there anyone back there? I need to wire some money here?" A customer outside said.

"Wait here you two...Coming!!!"

"I'm outta here," The 6'4" 18 year-old turned and headed back towards the trailer.

"Wait!" I shrieked and moved to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He was in knicker like bottoms, the outline of his cock showing and a white shirt open, his dark, smooth, clear and creamy skin needing my attention.

"Stop!" he said, brushing trying to release my grip, separating my hands. "I'm not...I'm...."

I knew immediately.

"Okay hun, I just want to talk for a moment."

He stopped and turned to look at me.

"Talk? Doesn't sound like my Dad wants me to talk."

"What does he want?" I asked and then added. "What do you want?"

His tall, muscular body slumped.

"He wants me to be someone I'm not and I just want to be me."

I moved slowly to him

"That's tough...Can I promise you I won't force anything, but can you just be with me in this moment."

"No. I have...someone."

"What's his name?"

He looked up realizing I knew and saw my soft eyes. I reached my hand out.

"Let's go back inside the tent..."

He took my hand and I led him inside.

"I don't know, I'm going to..."

He tried to pull away again and I pushed my naked body into him, wrapping my arms around his torso, my breasts sliding his shirt up going skin onto skin. I looked up at him, my hands sliding to the top of his pants.

"Let me..."

"ohhh...."

I pulled down and his flaccid cock lay there, my breasts on his thigh, I wasn't sure if he'd started to get erect or not.

"You're not the first to try...I just don't..."

"Shhhh...." I said with a smile. "Tell me does he suck you?"

"Ohhh....yes..."

"Close your eyes...see him..." I said, my lips finding the soft flesh of his cock.

"Mhhmm...not that...oh....eassy..."

"See him..."

My mouth took and stuffed all the flesh inside my mouth, it filling just over my tongue, pushing backwards, My hand slid udder his balls and squeezed them hard, rolling the grapes over each other, my mouth sucking the flesh trying to bring it to life.

"Oh...hun...told ya...ohhh...AHHH!"

I slipped a finger in his arse, pushing knuckle deep.

I felt life start in my mouth...I wouldn't have guessed him a bottom man, but I pulled back and added a second finger.

"OHH! ahhh...OHHH!"

His cock swelled, my mouth let it inflate, the head burrowing into my cheek, pushing forward.

"Baby...Oh...yes..."

I twisted my fingers side to side, pushing and pumping his tiny hole.

"Ohhh!"

I had to let his cock swell, my spit collecting and I pushed it down my throat. He wasn't huge, maybe average, the smooth head sliding through the back of my throat. I looked up at him, his eyes closed picturing his man.

"Gammfft!"

"Ohh..."

I pulled back and pushed forward, my hands spread across the man-child's thighs, his cock easily accessing my throat, his balls mushed against my lips. I was able to extend my tongue under the base and onto his sack.

"Jesusss....tramp."

I pulled off, licking my lips and looked up.

"That's it baby, I am a tramp. Treat me like one."

His eyes opened hands found my head and he pushed back inside. In the past I've led gay-virgins down a path of recreation of their male lover, but I'd triggered something.

"Fucking whore!"

He impaled me this time, cock all the way to the back of the throat, pulling back and thrusting forward, pulling at my ears and hair.

"Gammfft! Gammfft!!"

I'd begun to release salvia over him, a trick I'd learn in the dungeons of Turkey to lessen the shock of men ripping into me. I'd sensed exactly where this was going to go.

"Gammfft! Gammfft! Gammfft!"

He hammered my throat for a while and then pulled me off of him.

SLAPPP!

His hand struck me on my fleshy backside, turned me around, moving his hips until his cock lay on my arse.

Man-Child quickly slipped it down my crease, pressed against my taint, and pushed inside my arse.

"OHHHhhh!" I moaned, the pressure intense, it did slid thanks to my spit and he was balls deep. "Fuck me HARD baby!"

"You don't DESERVE my cock!"

His hand pulled my hair back, my mind formulating how I might create a deeper connection.

"Fuck my CUNT!" I yelled with the energy provided from his pulling at my hair, some of the roots snapping.

"You'd LIKE THAT wouldn't you BITCH!!!"

He was still hard fucking my arse, his hips pushing and pumping forward and back. He'd obviously had a woman disappoint him, possibly humiliate him. I needed more information, needed to add something.

But what?

"I'll fuck you like I want to fuck you..."

He kept hammering my hole, which at this point after serving so many yesterday opened smoothly, his thrusts comforting, his cock I figured about six inches.

"Ohhh..." I moaned looking around and seeing the shopkeeper peering inside. "SHOP KEEPER FEED ME YOUR COCK!"

"What!!??" the Man-Child protested, pushing inside my arse deeper.

There was no hesitation, it seemed Daddy had some kinks, he couldn't get his pants down quick enough, comfortable with wielding his member in from of his son. It pressed over my lips in a mere second.

"Gammfft!"

Dad was longer than son and thicker, I guesstimated 7 to 7 1/2 inches. It was dry pushing just a few inside.

"Gammfft! Gammfft!"

He pushed and pulled, my mouth excreting lubricant with each stroke.

"DAD!"

I felt the young man's cock recede some. I pulled the old man's cock out spitting on it stroking the spit in while looking back.

"Come on, Fuck me Hard! I NEED your rod in my PUSSY."

I was trying every angle, then put the older man's cock back into my mouth, it properly prepared and his pushed it deep inside m.

"Gammfft!"

Man-child began pushing and pulling at my arse again, his cock still hard enough and soon they were pushing me between them in rythmn.

"Gammfft! Gammfft! Gammfft! Gammfft!"

I ceased being human to them in the moment, I was a fuck toy taking them and addressing whatever the veil of kink hid from me and each other.

His Daddy's face began to distort and he pulled out unloading his cum on my face, the first hitting my hair, second mouth, third and fourth on my cheeks before placing the lucid member back into my mouth to clean.

"Ohhh Good, girl..." the shop keeper moaned, pulled out of my face, gathered his pants and left.

I figured I'd take a chance at this moment and pulled of the cock in my arse, turned and showed him the facial that was just delivered.

"Lick me clean, Boi?"

I moved to him, his eyes were wide, but he held his ground. My hands found his cock and stroked it he looked down at me and I moved my body against him, my breasts against him.

His lips moved to mine, we kissed.

I felt his cock harden in my hand, I moved up his body, his lips left me and began to ingest the cum on my face.

"Mmmm," I said, moving my hips up and his cock at my waist. "Enter me..."

He hesitated, felt my hand stroking him before he pushed me down, knelt between my legs and went back to my face, lapping at his Father's spunk.

"Ohhh..." I moaned, his cock pushing inside my cunt. "Ride me!"

I kissed him between slow licks and his lips pressed surprisingly hard. I predicted he only hated women because one dumped him, humiliated him and didn't pay him respect.