Chapter 4: New Growth
"Will." Alexis says politely. "Whenever you are ready."
Miraculously, Will is already dressed. A fact that caught Bermuda by surprise as she is still fully naked, laying seductively on the rug.
Will nods toward the elevator doors, which ding and open.
Bermuda's eyes follow the motion, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. Michael stands frozen, unable to process the turn of events. The air was heavy with anticipation, sexual tension thickening the atmosphere.
Daisy, with her pale skin and ruby red hair, stepped into the room. Her presence stirred a powerful reaction in Michael. Although he had never met Daisy before, she at first appeared pure and innocent, untouched by the world's sins. But now, after seeing his mother, naked and unashamed, those illusions crumbled. He looked at this woman and suspected that she too had participated in similar acts.
"Hi, I'm Daisy White." She introduced herself, thick with an unironic drawl. "I'm from the church, where my dad pastors. I don't normally enter buildings that I don't already know my way out of, but this building was so, breathtaking, that when this, dare I say, angelic man invited me to come speak with y'all, I just couldn't say no."
Daisy paused, letting her words sink in. "You see, I am here because I believe in second chances."
Bermuda nodded, appreciating Daisy's frankness. "And we believe in them too." Alexis added, his tone warm and inviting. "So, what brings you to our little corner of the world, Miss White?"
Daisy shrugged, smiling softly. "Well, I was born and raised in a small town where everyone knows everybody else's business. People are quick to judge and gossip. However, I understand that sometimes, people make mistakes. That's why I'm here today. To give them a chance to learn from their errors."
"Well, it seems like you've chosen the right place to seek forgiveness, Miss White," Alexis replied with a smile. "We, too, believe in giving people a chance to grow and change."
"That's very kind of you to say, Sir," Daisy said, blushing slightly. "But you misunderstand me, sir. I didn't do anything wrong. My intentions have always been good. That doesn't mean, I haven't made, mistakes... though." Daisy paused, finally noticing that Bermuda was nude, and blushed.
"Ah," Daisy gasped. "I didn't realize you were, busy. I'll be going now." Daisy turned, disoriented because her head was down, directly again into Bermuda.
Her eyes went wide, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Oh!" She gasped, her hand covering her mouth in shock.
Daisy tried to recover, maintaining eye contact with Bermuda while moving towards the door. Michael was intrigued.
"No need to leave," Bermuda said casually, as if she wasn't naked. "It's fine, really. It's perfectly normal around here." Bermuda offered, trying to ease Daisy's discomfort. She continued, "People often get carried away and forget to dress afterward."
Michael watched the exchange closely, his jaw tight with anger. "My mom works here," he muttered under his breath. "She's not some random person."
For a brief moment Daisy hesitated, torn between chastising Michael for being in the same room with a naked woman he just claimed was his mother, and self-preservation, but being indignant won out.
"You should cover yourself, ma'am," Daisy said, her voice stern but not unkind. "It's not appropriate, especially with your son in the room." She judged, pointing at Michael.
Bermuda glanced down at her nudity and then back up at Daisy with a mischievous grin. "Point taken," she said, encompassing Daisy's feet with her legs.
Daisy hastily stepped back, as she did so, she noticed a faint outline of the couch beneath her, and she quickly sat down, crossing her legs demurely.
Alexis smiled wryly, observing the unfolding drama before him. As a man, well prepared, he knew exactly the kind of woman Miss White was. He suspected Michael did as well.
Bermuda had already made her decision about Daisy White after she judged her and Michael. She leaned in, breasts swaying and plunged her tongue between Daisy's ruby red lipstick.
Daisy tried to pull away, shocked and disoriented by the sudden intimacy.
In response, Bermuda whispered sensually into her ear, "Don't worry, Daisy. We all make mistakes, even your dear, sweet church pastor father. Everyone deserves a second chance, especially you."
Daisy could feel her body react to Bermuda's touch, her heart racing. She had never experienced anything like this before. Overwhelmed by desire, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment.
Her moans echoed through the room, a symphony of pleasure, and pain. Daisy felt every touch, every stroke of Bermuda's tongue against hers, a forceful invasion of her lips.
Meanwhile, Michael observed this scene with a mixture of fascination and disgust. His face was a mask of confusion and suppressed jealousy.
The sight of Bermuda's naked body, her breasts bouncing in time with her movements, was more than he could bear. His face contorted with confusion and lust.
Bermuda's lips moved lower, brushing across Daisy's neck, teasing her with feather-light kisses. Her hands reached behind Daisy, tracing her spine, her fingers digging into her clothing. Daisy shivered at the sensation, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
Bermuda's fingers danced along her waist, trailing down towards her hips. Daisy felt the firm grip of Bermuda's palms as they held her tightly, pressing her body against the cold glass window.
"Thank you Will." Bermuda said abruptly. Daisy's attention now drawn to Will as he finished tightening the straps on Bermuda's dildo setup, giving Bermuda a playful spank on the ass as he returned behind the already running camera.
Daisy's face contorted in horror. She had never imagined anything like this, her faith had been so strong, so pure. Yet, there she was, submitting to the forbidden pleasures.
Bermuda took control, moving Daisy effortlessly, pushing her body limits, by allowing the dildo to rub against Daisy's ever rising skirt. Each touch, each caress, each thrust brought Daisy closer to the edge. Her mind was consumed by the raw power of her own desires.
"No, no, please." Daisy tried to fight, but her body betrayed her, responding instinctively to Bermuda's touch. She trembled under the force of Bermuda's fingers as they grazed over her sensitive flesh.
Daisy moaned involuntarily, her hips bucking forward, craving more of Bermuda's touch. The sensations were exquisite, and it was hard for her to resist.
Alexis watched the scene with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he was orchestrating a turning point in Daisy's life. He suspected that she would eventually succumb to temptation. It was only a matter of time before her puritanical façade crumbled under the weight of her hidden desires. And tonight, he would be the one to help her embrace these long-buried urges.
Michael still watched, calculating, trying to figure out why his eyes told one story, but his mind, another.
Daisy's breath came in rapid gasps as she clutched the windowsill, her fingernails digging into the surface. The sensations coursing through her body were beyond anything she had ever experienced before.
Daisy found herself becoming more and more aroused, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The heat from Bermuda's hands seared through her clothes, and she felt the intensity of her desire building within her.
Bermuda's expert fingers danced along Daisy's achingly sensitive flesh as she ripped stockings, pushed aside underwear, drawing out waves of intense pleasure that reverberated throughout her entire body. Daisy's hips bucked forward, desperate for more of Bermuda's touch.
Her body quivered, yearning for release from the relentless torment of her erotic awakening. Bermuda's hands roamed expertly over Daisy's supple skin, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips. The sensual tension between them built to an almost unbearable level, creating a charged atmosphere filled with lust and anticipation.
Alexis, watching carefully from the side, noted the transformation happening before his eyes. The innocence draining from Daisy's face, replaced by a hunger he recognized all too well.
Michael watched as well, noting the two moist spots on Daisy's stretched sweater, "Are they what they appear to be? Michael thought.
This woman who claimed to be a model of purity, who went to church every Sunday without fail, whose very existence was dedicated to the pursuit of holiness – she was here, in this den of sin, engaged in unspeakable acts. It seemed too much to believe, yet there she was, naked and writhing in the arms of Bermuda, his mother, increasing his arousal. All her religious convictions and self-righteousness lay exposed, defiled by the sins of passion and lust.
Bermuda grabbed Daisy's chin, turning Daisy to face her, looking her deep in the eye as she penetrated Daisy's womanhood with her strap-on.
The pressure was intense, as Daisy cried out from the unexpected feeling of fullness. Her muscles tensed, as if holding her breath, fearful of what might come next.
Bermuda continued her assault on Daisy's body, relentless in her pursuit of ecstasy. She increased the pace, fucking Daisy harder and faster, driving her deeper into submission. Daisy screamed, unable to hold back her orgasm. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her body shook violently. Her sweater, now lifted, exposed her lactating breasts.
"Ah." Michael noted in near silence. Michael observed the scene before him, conflicted between his shame and newfound curiosity. On one hand, he was repulsed by the idea of his mother engaging in such activities with a woman who had lied about her intentions. On the other hand, he couldn't help but notice how captivating Bermuda was, taking control of Daisy and seducing her into submission.
"No!" Daisy wailed, her tears mixing with the perspiration on her brow. "My dad will never forgive me. Now I'll never get into heaven."
"What could you possibly know of Heaven." Alexis hissed, his eyes betraying a glance toward Will. "All were one. Naked bodies in their natural state, melded together in the throes of ecstasy. An intimacy shared by all, bathed in the golden light of Love." Alexis explained, punctuating every step he took towards Daisy.
Alexis took a deep breath, "And then you ruined it with clothing and coverings. You split everybody up with laws and judgment, and in the end loving no one." Alexis concluded, "And for what! Fruit from the tree of delusion?"
Alexis lifting a foot, "You didn't even eat from the right fucking TREE!' Alexis yelled, uncharacteristically, about to bring his foot down on Daisy until Michael put a hand on Alexis' shoulder.
"May I?" Michael asked.
Alexis relented. "Yes, yes of course. This is about your growth after all." Alexis commented, seeing the determination in Michael's eyes.
"What do you need?" Alexis asked, more calmly, straightening his jacket.
After thinking for a moment Michael started, "Will, first I need..."
Will handed Michael a plastic covered square. Upon tearing the cover, a thin cotton square, moist with fluid slid out. Michael held it in his hand, his hand becoming moist with the fluid that had a strong scent from a distance. Michael knew quite well not to breath the fluid too closely.
"I didn't even know these things existed it!" Michael exclaimed. "I suppose you manufacture these?" Michael asked, turning to Alexis. Alexis looked intrigued and nodded.
Michael slowly came up behind Daisy, who was still weeping, but hypocritically still accepting comforting pleasure from his mother. When he was in position, he put the moist cotton pad over Daisy's mouth.
She reacted reflexively, opening her mouth wide and drew in a deep breath. He heard Daisy let out a gasp, her body shuddering with excitement. As Daisy struggled against the drugging effect of the cloth, she heard a muffled Michael say, "Okay, we must work quickly."
Daisy awoke, naked, and in restraints attached to the ceiling of the penthouse studio. Her head hung limply, bound tightly by leather straps. Her wrists were fastened above her head, tied securely to chains suspended from the ceiling. She looked around, disoriented, wondering where she was and how she got there. Panic rose in her chest as she remembered the events leading up to this point.
A familiar silhouette solidified as Daisy's eyes regained focus. Michael stood in front of her, with a stern, dominating look.
"So this was Michael's research?" Bermuda asked Alexis in shock, sitting at the bar on the same stool Michael did earlier.
"Mmm, yes, apparently Michael has a rather odd affliction." Alexis explained. "Hard as a rock, massive as a tree stump, but no release. Well, I'm sure you knew that for quite some time, being an attentive mother and all." Alexis joked, crossing his legs casually.
"Fine, be snippy." Bermuda joked, although her ignorance of Michael's affliction up until this morning still pained her. "What does this have to do with bondage?" She inquired from Alexis.
"Bondage is love, without release, at least for the dominant." Alexis whispered, a finger making a shushing motion while he turned his attention back to Michael and the now bound Daisy.
Alexis' focus moved to Daisy who was still groggy from the drug Michael had used. Michael's gaze was intense and focused as he looked at Daisy's prone form. He approached, slowly, determined. His large frame cast a shadow across Daisy's small frame, enveloping her with his size. Daisy felt overwhelmed, her heart pounding rapidly as she struggled to break free from the restraints.
Michael, however, seemed unfazed by her attempts, maintaining a firm grip on her wrists. "You don't understand," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "I can't do this. I won't."
"I've been through a lot recently." Michael started. "Witnessed a lot of things, participated in a few things, that I'm not proud to have either seen or done."
"But one tenant that came out on top every time, something that if, everyone had, would have solved so many problems: was truth." Michael stated with determination, looking at his mother, Bermuda. "Isn't that true?"
"Yes, it is." Bermuda agreed, her voice soft but firm.
"If people just lived their lives truthfully, instead of hiding behind lies and half-truths, things would be different." Michael explained, his voice growing stronger.
"That's why you are here, Daisy." Michael said with disdain. "You think you can lie, cheat, manipulate, and deceive your way through life and avoid punishment. But you're wrong."
Daisy's eyes grew wide with terror as she realized the gravity of her situation. "Please, please," she begged, "Let me go, and I promise, I'll tell my dad everything. I'll admit that I was lying."
"Lying about what?" Michael asked sternly, flicking Daisy's exposed nipple with a riding crop, releasing pent up milk.
Daisy squealed, attempting to pull away from the discomfort.
"The only way you can be forgiven, is by facing the truth. And trust me, once you face it, you won't want to hide anymore." The sound of the word 'truth' echoed off the walls, creating an ominous vibe.
Daisy swallowed hard, fear coursing through her veins. How could she ever live with herself after this?
As Michael approached Daisy, his gaze remained cold and determined. Daisy tried to resist, but she was powerless under his firm grasp. With every step closer, Daisy's panic intensified.
"This is not happening," she whimpered, struggling to free herself from the ropes.
"You never answered the question," Michael coldly state, while flipping her upside-down in the harness. "You lied to your father about what, Daisy?" Michael asked again, circling Daisy like a predator. Daisy closed her eyes, trembling in fear. The smell of sweat and desperation filled the air as the room went quiet.
"He's glorious," Bermuda whispered, tearfully. It was clear to her that her son was finally beginning to open up to his own desires, which meant the world to her.
"Don't forget what you've learned here tonight, dear." Alexis remarked. "We are all merely vessels for our passions, no matter how much society tries to deny us."
With his hand gripping the chained collar around Daisy's neck, Michael stepped forward. "Tonight you shall see, you shall experience truth."
"And it starts with these!" Michael pulls hard on Daisy's nipples, stretching them several inches. Her pleading wails shown to be hypocrisy as her nipples give up their milk in a heavy stream.
They swayed, caught in a mix of the force of gravity and the gentle movement caused by the swaying chain. Daisy hung helplessly, her breath quick and shallow, a stark contrast to the steady beat of Michael's. In such a vulnerable position, she could not help but feel aroused by his dominance, despite her best efforts to fight it. The mixture of fear and lust created a palpable tension in the room.
"Hmm?" Michael leaned in as if to hear an explanation from Daisy he knew wasn't coming. "Still nothing? Okay, I'll start. The truth is, you are lactating. The truth is, you were pregnant." Michael said, making a cold statement of fact. "That means you were lying to your father when you claimed you weren't pregnant." His eyes narrowed in judgment, conveying the severity of the revelation.
Daisy's face flushed with embarrassment, heat surging through her body as her shame became evident. She knew that her secrets were laid bare before them, her lies revealed and judged by the group.
Bermuda couldn't believe the situation unfolding before her eyes, but a part of her also felt immense pride in her son's newfound strength.
It was obvious to her that he was growing into his true self, finding comfort in the power dynamics of domination and submission. She watched as Michael expertly manipulated Daisy's body, pushing her further into the depths of depravity.
Daisy's struggle intensified as Michael's hands gently grazed her skin, tracing along her curves, caressing her breasts, leaving a trail of wetness in his wake. He held her nipples firmly, tweaking them slightly, causing Daisy to arch her back in response.
"It's amazing that after truth was laid before you, that you still try to hide more." Michael said, punctuating more by whipping her pussy once with the riding crop.
Daisy screamed in pain and pleasure, a blend of agony and ecstasy as her pussy clenched uncontrollably, drenching him with her juices. Her body quaked with desire, as Michael brought her closer to the edge of orgasm and release.
Bermuda noticed the intensity of Daisy's reaction, feeling a surge of pride for her son. It was clear he was finally embracing his desires, which brought a smile to her face. The connection between mother and son was undeniable, with both their eyes locked in an unspoken understanding. Bermuda reveled in watching her son discover himself, and it was evident that Michael found great satisfaction in this role.
Then Bermuda realized Michael's epiphany. "Daisy got rid of the child!" Bermuda whispered under a gasp. "That's why she's still lactating. Probably told her father it was a hormonal imbalance. Good catch, honey." Bermuda cooed. The scene unfolding was more than just sex, it was a transformation. It was as if she was witnessing her son become whole, find his place in the world, something she'd always wanted for him.
"You got rid of the child, Daisy." Michael's voice started to raise, as her struck Daisy across both nipples with the riding crop.
Daisy's body shook with shock and pain. Bermuda could see her own strength reflected in her son as he continued to dominate Daisy.
Daisy screamed in agony and arousal, her body reacting even more as the pain mixed with the pleasure sent her spiraling into a deep well of desire. Her breath hitched as she attempted to process the betrayal. Not only had she willingly taken the life of her child, but she'd been doing so while deceiving her dad about her pregnancy. This revelation weighed heavily upon her shoulders, making her body ache from the internal conflict. Her face contorted with guilt, unable to meet anyone's gaze. As she felt the cool metal of the riding crop slide against her skin, it felt as though a dam had broken inside her, allowing her emotions to flood forth in a torrent of tears.
"You don't understand." Daisy pleaded her case through tears. "It would have ruined my life, my career. Nobody had to know and I could still pretend to be a virgin."
That last statement stung Bermuda.
She thought back to her own past, to when she had given birth to Michael. It was then that she understood the gravity of Daisy's actions. Even in a city like Manhattan, where people hid behind their masks and facades, there was no escaping the truth eventually. The weight of Daisy's deception was suffocating, a dark secret that now hung over the room like a cloud of impending doom. Despite the heaviness of the moment, Bermuda couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her son.
"It was your child!" Michael began his closing argument with a whip of Daisy's pussy. She yelped in pain, confusion, and pleasure all at once. The sensation of being struck was electric and unfamiliar. Her body arched forward involuntarily, the pain morphing into raw, animalistic lust.
Alexis stood off to the side, taking in the scene with a keen eye. Will, his usually silent presence looming over the entire encounter, kept his stoic gaze fixed on Daisy. His presence alone seemed to serve as a reminder of the gravity of the situation they all found themselves in.
"You were the child's mother!" Michael continued, whipping Daisy's breasts. The sound of the riding crop striking flesh reverberated throughout the room, accompanied by Daisy's cries of pain and pleasure. She squirmed and writhed under the impact, her body responding with increased arousal.
Will watched intently, observing the exchange between Michael and Daisy. Despite his usual silence, there was an unmistakable intensity in his gaze. Daisy's body, previously resilient, was now succumbing to the pressure and passion that surrounded her.
"You didn't have to be perfect! You just had to be the child's mother!" Michael seethed, punctuating every single syllable with a strike from the riding crop.
Daisy's cries grew louder, her body shuddering with each impact. The air was thick with erotic tension, each participant in the room feeling the heat of their connection. Bermuda couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in her son, as he showed no mercy in exposing Daisy's deceit. "Your precious career! What about your child's future? Did you ever think about that?"
As the truth unraveled, Daisy climaxed, her body shaking with guilt, shame; covering her body and face with juices due to her inverted orientation.
Looking at Bermuda, his mother, with a combination of longing, lust and love Michael whispered, "You only ever had to be his mother."
Bermuda, eyes welling with tears, silently got up, slipped on her dress, took Michael by his arm and walked to the elevator.
They entered, and Michael pressed the button to go down. "Mother," Michael began hesitantly, "I'm sorry for what happened here tonight. I should have known better than to involve myself." He looked at Bermuda, and she gave him a reassuring nod. "No worries, sweetheart. We're family. Always remember that we're stronger together."
Michael's eyes softened, and he wrapped his arms around his mother in a tight embrace. "Thank you, mom," he said, resting his head on her shoulder.
The elevator doors closed, leaving Alexis looking at the pools of fluid. "Aye, this was a messy one, but worth it." Alexis spoke, breaking the silence in the room. Will nodded solemnly, his expression hidden beneath the shadows cast by the dim lighting.
"I'm, gonna tell, on you." Daisy said, eyes half-closed fighting another climax.
"Well, I'm game. Are you game, Will?" Alexis asked will. "You have the email of every church member to send the video of Daisy's lesbian tryst with Bermuda, right Will?"
Will nodded, as he held up his tablet to Alexis, with sincerity.
Daisy lowered her head and began a mournful wail, but instead, climaxed yet again. Tears streamed down her cheeks, not just from the physical pain but also the pain of realization that she had lost everything—her child, her father's trust, and the respect of those who followed her church teachings. She crumpled onto the floor, utterly defeated.
"Gross." Alexis quipped, Will nodding in agreement.