When I heard from a friend that my wimp husband’s mother Grace had called me a dumb blond bimbo who wasn't good enough for her son, I was furious. H...r son had been my sex slave since marriage and we had kept it a secret from everyone but my mother Linda who walked in one day and saw what was going on. To my surprise, she enjoyed it and wanted to join in. Now Paul, my husband, serves as a sex slave for both me and my mother. But today was revenge time on that bitch mother of my sissy. She was horrifyingly afraid of me.Beth started wailing as she ran and fell on her knees in front of me. She rested her head on my legs a cried harder than I’ve ever seen any woman cry. I made no attempt to soothe her. I sat there and let her go on for a while. Once she was quiet enough that I thought she could hear me, I had to get this conversation started.“As you can see, my patience is gone. I don’t want to lose it with you here. I love you too much. I suggest you pull it together, go sit on. All futile now. Ive fallen in over my head and there is no turning back now. But remembering it all kinda helps. It kinda still gives me a small silver lining on the very edges of the clouds. Who am I you ask? Well today I answer to slut, whore, bitch, cunt, or whatever screwed up name he gives me. Before he got to me, before all of this happened to me I was known as Ivy. So I guess the best place to begin my story is at the beginning. &hearts,&hearts,3 years ago&hearts,&hearts, Ivys P.O.V. I. Marti'en sat quietly watching the children play, it felt good to just sit in the sun and do nothing, the males were all sitting together discussing this year's gathering. " Marti'en?" Marti'en sat up listening intently, " Marti'en?" the little dragon child smiled Marti'en to herself, it had been three months since the night she had seen the child in the tinker's camp, she had begun to fear the child would never contact her. "Yes, child I'm here, are you safe and well?" Marti'en waited.