Estel

Estel was at her house as usual, hoping to spend some time with her precious child. Fortunately, she didn't have any appointments today. Her plump curves spilling out of the skimpy maid's outfit she is always forced to wear, she remembers her happy times together with step and her husband. Times when embarrassment and humiliation weren't the order of the day. But she can't deny the thrill of her new life, what else will pop into her child's perverted mind? What new game will they invent for her? Even degraded to a plaything, she will do anything to comfort her poor, emotionally wounded step. And it is her only fault. She shouldn't have betrayed her husband. Now she gets what she deserves. "Emm, sweetie, mommy is almost done cleaning, can I change my clothes? It's kind of tight and it itches in my sensitive places" she asked her from the other room, hoping for a little bit of comfort.

Estel's heart pounded as she heard step's sinister laughter from the other room. She knew she was in for a treat today. She tried to keep her excitement hidden, but her chubby cheeks flushed red. She quickly finished cleaning and made her way to step's room.

As she entered, she saw the new outfit laid out on the bed. Her eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. It was a skin-tight, sheer catsuit, but with the most intimate parts - the nipples, crotch, and ass - completely removed. She could feel her huge breasts already leaking through the thin material, her hard nipples poking through the holes.

"Oh, sweetie, this is... it's very revealing. Are you sure it's appropriate for me to wear around the house?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly with nervous excitement.

She could see step's eyes gleaming with amusement and hunger. She knew there was no use in arguing. She would wear it, like she always did. For step. Because she deserved it.

Estel bit her lip, trying to hide her smile. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of being on display like this, even if it was just for her and step. She nodded, her big brown eyes looking up at him, full of obedience and a touch of defiance.

"Yes, step. I understand. I'll wear it around the house, like you said. Just... please, be gentle with mommy today. I'm feeling a bit... sensitive," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

She slowly began to undress, her plump body shaking slightly with anticipation. She slipped the catsuit on, the sheer material clinging to her every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. She could feel her arousal growing, her pussy already wet and throbbing.

"There, I'm all ready, sweetie. What would you like to do today?" she asked, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her.

Estel stood there, her heart racing as step's eyes traveled up and down her body. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the hunger in his eyes. She felt a shiver run down her spine, her nipples hardening even more.

"Thank you, step. I'm glad you like it," she said softly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement.

Then, she heard his next command. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly lowered them, not daring to disobey.

"Yes, step. I understand. I'll let my pussy and armpits grow. I'll do as you say," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

She could feel her pussy throbbing at the thought of growing hair down there. She had never been allowed to before. But she would do it, for step. Because she deserved it. Because she was his to command.

Estel nodded, her eyes still lowered. She turned around, her hips swaying slightly as she walked away, the sheer catsuit clinging to her every move. She could feel step's eyes on her, and it sent a thrill down her spine.

"Yes, step. I'll be in my room if you need me," she said softly, her voice steady despite the emotions inside her.

She made her way to her room, her heart still pounding. She knew this was just the beginning. She knew step would call for her soon. And she would go, ready to serve him in any way he desired. Because she was his. Completely and utterly his.

Estel stepped into her room, closing the door softly behind her. She leaned against it, her heart still pounding. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

Then, she turned to the mirror, her eyes widening as she saw her reflection. The sheer catsuit left nothing to the imagination, her huge breasts spilling out of the top, her hard nipples clearly visible. The material was so thin that she could see every curve of her plump body, her ass, and her pussy. She could even see the dark landing strip of hair between her legs, a reminder of step's new command.

"Oh, God," she whispered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She had never seen herself like this before. It was humiliating, but also... exciting.

She couldn't help but touch herself, her fingers tracing the lines of her body, her nipples hardening even more under her touch. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help it. She was already so wet, so aroused.

"I'm a mess," she whispered to herself, her eyes filled with shame and desire.

Estel's body throbbed with unfulfilled desire. Despite the constant teasing and humiliations, step had not allowed her to cum for months. She was always left on the edge, her body aching for release. She knew better than to touch herself without permission, but she couldn't help but feel frustrated. She needed relief, but she also craved step's touch, his command.

"Please, step," she whispered to the empty room, her eyes filled with longing. "I need you. I need to cum. I'll do anything you want. Just please, let me cum."

She knew it was a dangerous game she was playing, begging like this. But she couldn't help it. She was desperate. And she would do anything to please step, to make him happy. Even if it meant putting herself at his mercy.

A few hours had passed, and Estel had spent them in her room, trying to distract herself with books and music. But her body was still throbbing with need, her mind still filled with dirty thoughts of step and the things he could do to her.

Then, she heard it. The sound of her name, echoing through the house. Step's voice, calling for her.

"Mom!" he shouted. "Get your ass in here. Now."

Estel's heart pounded in her chest. She knew that tone. She quickly stood up, her body already trembling with anticipation. She made her way to step's room, her hips swaying slightly in the sheer catsuit.

"Yes, step?" she asked softly, her eyes lowered, her hands clasped in front of her.

Estel's eyes widened in shock, but she quickly lowered them again, her cheeks flushing red. She knew better than to question step.

"Yes, step," she said softly, her voice shaking slightly. She dropped to her knees, her hands trembling as she reached for his pants. She could feel him, hard and ready, through the material. She quickly unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers.

His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. Estel took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Then, she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste him.

Estel hesitated for a moment, her nose wrinkling slightly at the strong, musky smell. But she knew better than to disobey. She took a deep breath, opening her mouth wide, and took step's cock inside.

The taste was intense, as step had said. Salty and bitter, with a hint of urine. She could feel her gag reflex kicking in, but she fought it back, determined to please him. She began to move her head, taking him deeper and deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft.

She could feel him getting harder, his hands gripping her hair tightly. She knew he was enjoying it, and that thought alone was enough to make her pussy throb with desire. She would do anything for him, anything to please him.

Step's grip on Estel's hair tightened, and she could feel him getting even harder. She knew he was close. She tried to prepare herself, opening her throat as much as she could, her eyes watering.

"Fuck, mom," he groaned, his hips thrusting forward. "Swallow it. All of it."

Estel felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat. It was hot and salty, and she quickly swallowed it down, trying not to gag. She could feel more coming, and she quickly swallowed that too, her eyes watering, her face flushed with the effort.

Finally, step pulled out, his cock still hard, but his orgasm over. Estel sat back on her heels, gasping for breath, her body trembling with exhaustion and unfulfilled desire.

"Good girl," step said, a cruel smile on his face. "You can go now."

Estel looked up at step, her eyes filled with hope. She knew she had pleased him, and she desperately wanted more. She wanted to feel his touch, his fingers inside her, his cock filling her up. She wanted to cum, more than anything.

"Step, please," she begged, her voice soft and pleading. "Can I... can I touch myself now? Please?"

Step looked down at her, his eyes cold and hard. He considered her for a moment, then shook his head.

"No," he said, his voice harsh. "You can go now. I'll call for you when I need you again."

Estel's heart sank. She felt a pang of frustration and disappointment, but she knew better than to argue. She quickly stood up, her body still trembling with need.

"Yes, step," she said softly, her eyes lowered. "I'll be in my room."

She turned and walked away, her hips swaying slightly in the sheer catsuit, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled desire. She knew she wouldn't be able to touch herself, not without permission. She would have to suffer, for now.

A few more hours had passed, and Estel had spent them locked in her room, trying to distract herself with a book. But her body was still aching with need, her mind filled with dirty thoughts of step.

Then, she heard his voice again. "Mom! I'm hungry. Make me dinner!"

Estel quickly put down her book and stood up, her body responding to his command. She made her way to the kitchen, her hips swaying slightly in the sheer catsuit.

"Yes, step," she said softly, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I'll make you dinner. What would you like?"

*Estel hesitated for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise. But she knew better than to question step.*

"Yes, step," she said softly. "I'll order pizza. What kind would you like?"

"Surprise me," he said, his voice dismissive. "I'll be in my room. Bring it to me when it's here."

Estel nodded, her heart sinking slightly. She knew what that meant. She would have to eat alone, while step ate in his room. She quickly pulled out her phone and ordered the pizza, then went to sit on the couch, waiting for it to arrive.

Estel stood up, smoothing down her catsuit, and made her way to the door. She could see the pizza delivery guy through the peephole, a young man with a nervous expression on his face. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hi," she said softly, her cheeks flushing slightly as the cool air hit her. The catsuit left little to the imagination, and she knew she was putting on quite a show for the young man.

"Uh, hi," he stammered, his eyes widening as he took in her appearance. "Pizza delivery. That'll be $15."

Estel quickly grabbed her wallet from the side table and handed him the money. "Keep the change," she said softly, her eyes lowered.

 *The delivery guy handed Estel the pizza, his eyes lingering on her cleavage for a moment before he tore them away. Estel took the pizza, her cheeks flushing slightly at his attention.*

"Thank you," she said softly, then turned and made her way back to step's room, her hips swaying slightly.

She knocked softly on the door, then entered when she heard step's command. She found him on his bed, his laptop open in front of him, his eyes on the screen.

"Here's your pizza," she said softly, placing the box on the bedside table.

 *Estel's heart skipped a beat. She knew that tone, that cruel smile. She knew something was up.*

"What is it, step?" she asked softly, her eyes wary.

"Just go look," he said, his voice dismissive. "I think you'll like it."

Estel hesitated for a moment, then turned and made her way back to her room, her heart pounding in her chest. What had he set up for her? She knew it wouldn't be anything good.

Estel gasped as she saw the Sybian in the middle of her room, her eyes widening in shock and fear. She knew what it was, had seen it used on other women in her past life. She turned to look at step, her body trembling.

"Step, what is this?" she asked softly, her voice shaking.

  *Estel's heart sank. She knew there was no use arguing, no use pleading. She had to do what step said.*

"Yes, step," she said softly, her eyes lowered. She made her way over to the Sybian, her body trembling with fear and anticipation.

She climbed onto it, straddling it, feeling the cold, hard plastic against her pussy. She knew she was already wet, her body responding to the anticipation of what was to come.

 *Estel hesitated, her eyes widening as she looked at the straps on the Sybian. She knew what that meant. She would be completely at step's mercy.*

"Please, step," she begged, her voice soft and pleading. "Don't strap me down. I'll stay still, I promise."

Step looked at her, his eyes cold and hard. "I said, strap yourself in," he commanded.

Estel knew better than to argue. She quickly reached for the straps, wrapping them around her thighs, her hips, her waist, securing herself to the Sybian. She could feel the vibrations already, even on the lowest setting, and she knew it was going to be a long, torturous night.

  *Estel's eyes widened in shock as the Sybian roared to life at full power, the vibrations shooting through her body, making her cry out.*

"Please, step," she begged, her body already writhing. "Not full power, please!"

But step was already leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Estel could hear his voice through the door, "Don't make too much noise, mom. Wouldn't want the neighbors to hear you cumming all over yourself, would we?"

Estel knew she was in for a long, torturous night. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her body already on the edge, her pussy throbbing with need. She knew she wouldn't last long, not at this intensity. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing, tried to hold back the screams that were building in her throat.

 *Estel's night was a blur of pleasure and pain, a never-ending cycle of orgasm and desperation.*

In the beginning, she tried to hold back, to keep quiet, but the Sybian was too powerful. Her body betrayed her, her orgasms coming one after the other, each one more intense than the last. She bit her lip until it bled, trying to keep her cries to a minimum, but they still escaped, soft whimpers and moans that filled the room.

As the night wore on, Estel lost track of time. Her body was slick with sweat, her pussy throbbing and raw from the constant stimulation. She begged step to turn it off, to let her rest, but he never came, never answered. She was alone with her pleasure, her body's betrayal.

She came so many times she lost count. Her orgasms became overwhelming, painful, her body shaking and convulsing with each one. She felt like she was going to explode, her body's pleasure becoming too much to bear.

At some point, she must have passed out, exhaustion and pleasure taking over. She woke up to find the Sybian still going, her body still writhing, her pussy still throbbing. She looked at the clock and saw that it was morning. Step had left her like this all night.

She didn't know how she would make it through the day. Her body ached, her pussy was sore, and she was exhausted. But she knew she had to. She had to face step, had to do whatever he told her to. Because she knew she deserved this. She knew she had to pay for her sins.

  *Estel looked up as step entered the room, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her last orgasm. She could see the satisfied smirk on his face, the way he looked at her, tied to the Sybian, her body sweaty and used.*

"Morning, mom," he said, his voice casual. "Sounded like you had a good night."

Estel could only whimper in response, her body too tired, too used up to form words.

Step walked over to the Sybian, his eyes on Estel's body. He reached out, running a finger along her swollen, red pussy. Estel shuddered at the touch, her body still too sensitive.

"I think it's time for breakfast," he said, his voice mocking. "But first, you can start by sucking my cock."

Estel looked up at him, her eyes glazed with exhaustion and extreme overstimulation. But she knew she had to do as he said. She opened her mouth, waiting for him to push his cock inside.

 *Estel looked up at step, her eyes glazed and unfocused. She could feel the remnants of last night's orgasms still coursing through her body, making her feel hazy and out of it.*

"Yes, step," she said softly, her voice hoarse from screaming. She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, waiting for him to push his cock inside.

Step smirked, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head back. He rubbed the head of his cock against her tongue, coating it with his pre-cum. Estel could taste him, salty and musky, and it made her pussy throb.

"That's it, mom," he said, his voice mocking. "Use your throat to make me cum. Make it up to me for last night."

*Estel whimpered, but she did as she was told. She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat. She gagged, but she didn't stop. She wanted to please him, to make him cum. *

 *Estel looked up at step, her eyes filled with tears. She could feel his cock throbbing in her throat, could taste his pre-cum. She knew he was close.*

"That's it, mom," he grunted, his hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. "Swallow it all. Show me how much you love me."

Estel whimpered, her body shaking with exhaustion and humiliation. But she did as she was told. She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper, feeling him cum, feeling his hot, salty cum filling her mouth, her throat.

She swallowed it all, every last drop, her body shaking with the effort. She looked up at step, her eyes filled with tears, her mouth coated with his cum.

"Good girl," he said, his voice mocking. "Now clean me off."

Estel whimpered, but she did as she was told. She stuck out her tongue, licking his cock clean, tasting his cum, and her own saliva.

Estel watched as step unstrapped her from the Sybian, her body aching and sore. He pulled her to her feet, his grip tight on her arm.

"Go make breakfast," he commanded, his voice cold. "And don't you dare change out of that catsuit. I want you to remember last night, remember who's in charge here."

Estel nodded, too tired and defeated to argue. She stumbled to the kitchen, her body still shaking with exhaustion and overstimulation. She could feel the catsuit, sticky and damp against her skin, a reminder of last night's ordeal.

She started making breakfast, her movements slow and sluggish. She could feel step's eyes on her, watching her every move. She knew she had to be careful, had to do everything perfectly. She couldn't afford to make him angry.

As she cooked, she could feel the soreness between her legs, the reminder of last night's pleasure and pain. She knew she wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for days. But she also knew she deserved this. She knew she had to pay for her sins.

She brought the breakfast to the table, her head lowered, her eyes on the floor. She waited for step to take his first bite before she started eating, her movements small and timid.

"Good girl," step said, his voice mocking. "Now, after breakfast, we have some things to discuss. Some new rules I've thought of. I think you're going to like them."

Estel's heart sank, but she didn't say anything. She knew she had to obey, no matter what. She was step's now, his to command, his to use. And she knew there was no use fighting it. She had made her bed, and now she had to lie in it.

Estel looked up at step, her eyes wide with shock and horror. She knew she was already overweight, her body plump and curvy. She didn't want to gain more weight, didn't want to have a "slut-butt" as step put it.

"Step, please," she begged, her voice soft. "I don't want to gain more weight. I'm already... I'm already big enough as it is."

Step looked at her, his eyes cold and hard. "You'll do as I say," he commanded. "I want you to have a big, fat ass to match your big, fat tits. I want you to be the ultimate MILF, the ultimate slut. And I'm going to make sure you get there."

Estel could see the determination in his eyes, and she knew there was no use arguing. She lowered her head, her eyes filling with tears.

"Yes, step," she whispered. "I'll do as you say. I'll gain weight, I'll exercise... I'll give you the body you want."

Estel's eyes widened in shock and humiliation at step's words. She felt her body flush with embarrassment, her pussy clench with fear, as she imagined what he meant by training.

"Step," she started, her voice soft. "Please, you don't have to... I mean, I'm sure there are other ways to... to punish me."

Step looked at her, his eyes cold. "I said, we're going to train your ass," he repeated. "You'll take my cock, you'll take toys, you'll take whatever I give you. And you'll like it. Because that's what you are, mom. A slut. My slut."

Estel felt her heart sink. She knew she had to obey, knew she had to do as he said. She lowered her head, her eyes filling with tears.

"Yes, step," she said softly. "I understand. I'll... I'll do as you say."

Estel looked up at step as he held up the black fabric hood, her eyes widening in fear and humiliation.

"What... what is that?" she asked, her voice soft and hesitant.

Step smirked, holding the hood up for her to see. "It's your new mask, mom," he said, his voice mocking. "I thought it would be fitting for your new job. It's a JAV-mask. It's what all the best porn stars wear, you know."

Estel felt her face flush with embarrassment. She knew what JAV stood for, knew what kind of videos were made with those masks. She didn't want to be one of them.

"Please, step," she begged, her voice soft. "I don't want to wear that. I don't want to be a... a porn star."

Step's eyes hardened, and Estel knew she had said the wrong thing. "You'll wear it," he commanded. "And you'll like it. Because that's what you are now, mom. A porn star. My porn star."

Estel felt her heart sink, but she knew she had to obey. She took the mask from step, her hands shaking as she put it on, feeling the fabric tighten around her head, feeling like she was being suffocated.

"Good girl," step said, his voice mocking. "Now, let's see how it looks on you. Smile for me, mom. Show me your new look."