Full of broken thoughts [futa on male, incest, femdom, forced/rough/chokin, some wet]

This my entry to the story contest. Thought I should share it here as well. I wrote it on a whim, thankful for an excuse to practice writing in English. I'm not sure why I come up with this kind of a twisted story.

Full of broken thoughts

Maybe if she killed me, then the pain would stop? Though it was the pain that kept him going, that, or regret. His shame was so great that nothing really mattered anymore, only to sink deeper into decadence and indecency. For some reason his own pain was the only thing that dulled his misery. Needless to say his existence was a destructive one.

This morning, Miss Kalindra’s slender neck was adorned by a heavy gold necklace. The necklace was set with big purple diamonds. It wasn’t just expensive, it was unique. It was one of those things that didn’t have a value because no one could afford it. His father had told him that it was a “priceless heirloom”. It had been his mother’s.

Six months ago, both of his parents died in a car crash. He had inherited a fortune that would take him lifetimes to spend. He could only name a fraction of all the companies he owned. With the money had come publicity and an endless stream of phone calls. For a man who could buy a small country he didn’t feel any of the power. He just felt swamped by responsibility.

His glare had earned him this punishment. His mother was dead, why should it matter if someone wore her necklace? Miss Kalindra had pushed him down to his knees and tied him to a chair, his head on the seat, mouth gagged tightly. He was naked, of course. He heard Miss Kalindra’s heels thunder against the lacquered wooden floor, he heard the snapping of leather as she pulled free her thin belt. He knew that belt. It was worth more than what most people earned in a month. Without saying a word, she started to whip him. Every lash sent equal amounts of pain and pleasure. For a brief passage of time he was lost to the bliss of abeyance.

He had awakened with a dull pain in his head. He had survived. The following week he lost count of the amount of people there to express their condolences for his loss. He stared blankly at the graves when everyone else had left. Everyone was gone, except him. He didn’t miss his father, he seldom saw him anyway, but his mother, he missed her very much. They had had a very deep relationship. In the eyes of society, too deep. He still slept in their bed at night. Since his father wasn’t home much, he had taken to sleep next to his mother. Sometimes he thought he could smell her. He still wore the collar she had given him. It calmed him at night.

Later that same day, he found himself ordered to his Mistress’ room. The only thing she wore was his mother’s necklace. Her dark hair fell in perfect ringlets around her back. Her breasts fell heavy but for their size and age not very saggy. Her big dark eyes looked quite cold. But she was a goddess, her beau