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   Chapter 7: In the changing room.

   A week after the pool party, as I prefer to call it, I went looking for
the third grade teacher Mrs Howard, the maker of the app that Amy told me
about at the park.  I drove over to the elementary school and parked in the
main parking lot.  I had with me a pair of handcuffs that I had purchased
at the adult store the other day.  That was embarrassing as every male in
the store stared at me with hungry eyes but my need to see Amy and her
teacher Mrs Howard overrode my fear of being in the store.  The cuffs were
buried in the bottom of my purse, just in case.

   The app had changed its name to "Little Angels" which I thought was
cute. The redesigned version required that I upload a newer picture from
the waist up so that the girls would know what they were buying, so I had
deleted my first picture but had not uploaded a new one yet.  I had two
more days in which to do that or I would be locked out of the account.

   I looked at my Little Angels cell phone, which I had taken to calling
it. I had not received a text in the last two days which I thought was
strange but maybe it had something to do with not having a newer profile
picture.  I wanted something sexier, like maybe wearing pasties over my
nipples, or a ball gag with a little bit of slobber dripping down, but I
somehow couldn't bring myself to take selfies like that.

   Maybe tomorrow I would take a selfie of me topless with my nipples at
attention: the youngsters seemed fixated on tits anyway.

   I sat in my minivan and watched and waited but didn't see Amy exit the
school.  There were a lot of kids and I wondered if I had missed her in the
crowd.  I had started coming here a couple of times last week but didn't
see her and I began to wonder if she had given me the wrong school name or
if I had not heard her correctly.

   Well fuck, now what?  I guess I'll go home and start dinner for the
family.  Before I could start the van my little angels cell phone chimed
and buzzed and my heartbeat quickened and my stomach tingled.  YES! 
Finally.  I scooped up the cell and looked at the app - it was the only
thing on this cell phone so I knew it had to be a little girl looking for a
good time.

   With nervous hands I tapped on the icon.

   "Are you still available?" the person asked.

   "Yes," I typed, my fingers trembling.

   "Any dates planned for this Saturday?"

   "No."

   "Good, keep this Saturday open."

   "Okay"

   "I will send you the time and place and what to wear."

   "Okay"

   "I am looking forward to your lips making love to my asshole!"

   "I love your asshole already," I typed back, my cunt tingling.

   She sent a smilie face and signed off.  Now my heart was beating faster
and I was suddenly breathless and excited as I thought that her ass would
be mine to love.  Trying to meet up with nine year-old Amy would have to
wait until next week and I thought that next time I would go into the
office and inquire if a Mrs Howard worked there.  However, now I had other
things to think about and I drove home with a smile on my face.

   **

   "Hi mom!" my daughter Sally said as I walked in the door and I gave her
a quick peck on the cheek.

   "Hey sweetie, how was your day?"

   "It was okay."

   "Any homework?"

   "Did it already."

   Sally was twelve years-old and in the seventh grade.  She was a straight
A student and school really didn't challenge her.  She was always trying to
find to things to challenge herself mentally and physically.  She was
constantly going out on weekends with her friends and staying overnight at
Jenny's house on Saturdays.  My husband and I pretty much left her on her
own.

   Kevin my fourteen year-old was in the ninth grade, not a bad student,
but he just had to work harder than Sally to get good grades.  He mostly
hung out with his friends playing online shooter games.  My husband works
for an aerospace firm and is on the road every couple of weeks, so I find I
have a lot of time to myself.

   It was Tuesday so I had three days before I met this new girl and I
couldn't wait.  By Friday I was in a frenzy of anticipation but getting
worried because there was no text or anything giving instructions. 
Finally, late in the day as I took out the trash, my Angels cell phone
vibrated.  I keep the small phone in my pants pocket and turned down when
I'm at home so that it doesn't chime or buzz for obvious reasons.  I looked
around just in case and took the phone out my pocket.

   It was the text I had been waiting for.

   "Hey bitch."

   "Finally, I was getting worried," I typed back.

   "I take care of my bitches!"

   I sent her back a `Smiley face'.

   "Meet me at Pendix department store in changing room number 2 at 3 pm
tomorrow."

   "Okay."

   "I want you to wear your hair in pigtails, have glossy red lipstick on,
wear white frilly socks no shoes, no bra, no underwear."

   "Yes."

   "Go to the teen section of the store and pick out small t-shirt and the
shortest skirt you can find.  Change into the t-shirt and skirt and come to
room number 2."

   "Got it.  Can't wait to meet you," then I added, "Your bitch" for good
measure.

   "Good, don't be late, I don't like my bitches to be late." I smiled at
that.  Her bitch, yes I guess that's what I will be for this Saturday.

   That night I could hardly sleep.  Just the thought of seeing a new girl,
a new personal challenge of submitting myself to her plus the money was
pretty good.

   I thought Pendix department store was a good idea.  Sally and I like
shopping there and you could reserve a changing room for up to an hour at a
time.  The changing rooms were fitted with large sofa chairs and couches,
end tables and coffee tables.  There was a two foot high round pedestal
where a person could stand while modeling say wedding dresses or clothes.
The room came with finger foods and soft drinks.  Pendix was one of the
better shopping experiences in the city.

   The next day about noon Sally said she was going over to Megan's house
to help her with homework and also asked for twenty dollars for take-out
pizza during study time.  I told her that I was going shopping and that she
should be home before 5.  Sally threw on her backpack and headed out the
door.  About 2pm I left for Pendix and my date.

   With nervous hands I rummaged through the t-shirt section in the teens
area.  I found a frilly pink one and then matched it with a short black
skirt.  Damn what a slut I was but I was excited.  My panties were damp in
anticipation.

   I had twenty minutes to kill until our date.  I went to the reserved
changing rooms and stood outside number 2, wondering if she was in there
and then reluctantly walked out of the reserved area and around the corner
to small closet type changing rooms so that I could get changes.  I thought
that I would have to move quickly to number 2 as being seen in this kind of
outfit might raise a few questions.

   I nervously change clothes then fix my hair and applied the red make-up.
I look at myself in the mirror.  Fuck, I look like a whore!  Well, that's
what my date wants and that's what the girls pay me for.

   I put my street clothes including my bra and damp panties in my bag and
looked at the time.  One minute to three.  I might as well be naked I
thought, feeling strangely excited without my bra or panties on.  I poked
my head out the door of the small changing room to check nobody was close
by.  Fuck, I felt nervous.  Seeing nobody I quickly stepped out, shut the
door, headed around the corner and down the hall to number 2.  I hesitated
before knocking on the door, my heart thumping in my chest.  I looked
around again: still clear.

   I worked up my nerve and knocked on the door.

   "Come!"

   I open the door and gasped.

   "Sally?"

   "Mom?"

   Oh fuck!  I quickly backed out and shut the door.  I hurried down the
hallway back to my changing room, just in time to see a woman walk in and
close the door.  I looked desperately for another changing room but all the
rooms were taken.  How the fuck could that be?  Now I was stuck out where
everyone could see me, and I was wearing store clothes so I couldn't very
well just walk out the door.

   Fuck!

   I looked back down the hallway.  Well, I knew one room was open but it
just happened to have my daughter in it.

   Fuck, I couldn't stand around out here looking like a slut and a whore.
I walked down to number 2.  Fear gripped me.  I gritted my teeth and worked
up my courage.  Fuck!

   I opened the door.

   "Mom?"

   "Sally what are you doing here?"

   "I should ask you the same thing!" she said as she stood up.

   My twelve year-old daughter was wearing all black.  Black shiny boots
that came to just above her knees, a black corset that pushed up her small
budding breasts, black thong panties.  Where the hell did she buy this
stuff?

   I quickly stepped in and closed the door, walked to one of the sofa
chairs and sat down with my bag on my lap.

   There was an awkward, embarrassed silence, both of us looking away from
each other.

   "How long have you been using the app?" I finally asked, drawing my gaze
to her.  Her creamy white thighs were exposed above the top of the boots
and the bottom of her short black skirt.  How smooth those thighs looked.

   Stop it!

   "A year now, how about you?" She still had a look of shocked surprise on
her face, and she hadn't moved from the middle of the room.

   "Just a short time."

   "Little girls, mom?"

   I blushed, nodded my head and looked at the floor.  "How many women?"

   "40"

   "Sally!  40 women?" I looked up at her in surprise.  "That's almost a
woman a week."

   "Yeah, but some were repeats." She shrugged her shoulders.

   "Repeats?" I shook my head, my eyes still drawn to her smooth thighs.

   "How many little girls?"

   I looked away again in embarrassment.  "Two," I whispered.

   "At home or other places?" she asked fidgeting with her fingers.

   I looked up at her.  "Other places of course."

   "Where?"

   "None of your business."

   "Come on mom, where exactly?  Was one of them last Saturday at the
pool?"

   `Why not?' I thought, `nothing to lose?  She could hardly condemn me.'

   "Yes, and one at the amusement park." I shrugged my shoulders.

   Sally giggled nervously and smiled.  "You slut!"

   I blushed but couldn't help but smile too.  "Hey don't say that word," I
said, trying to hide my embarrassment.

   My daughter frowned at me.  "Well, I wondered about you at the pool with
that girl following your inside the changing room every time you got up."
She paused.  "How long have you actually been using the app?" she asked.

   "Um, well, almost two months."

   "Two months and only two girls?  Geez mom, I've been using it for a
year," She paused again.  "Must be your profile."

   I was about to say, `I got you didn't I?  And without a profile pic' but
kept my mouth shut.

   "So how did you get started with the app?" I asked, looking at my Angels
cell phone.

   "Jenny turned me on to it," she replied without a trace of
embarrassment. "She got it from a friend of a friend." She looked down at
my cell.  "Is that your cell phone?"

   I glanced at it guiltily, realising that I might as well tell her that
too.  "I purchased it for the app only.  Didn't want to use my personal
cell phone."

   "Devious, mom!" she smiled.  "How'd you find out about it?"

   I hesitated.  "Phyllis, Mrs Starling, gave me the web address.  I
thought it was a dating web site."

   "It is a dating website mom." Sally's eyes suddenly opened wider as what
I had said sunk in.  "Wait, you were gonna cheat on dad?" she exclaimed in
surprise.

   "No, it wasn't like that, I wasn't gonna cheat on him," I whined.  Fuck
what could I say.

   "But you are cheating on him with little girls," she said, stressing
the"are".

   She was right of course, but I didn't to see it that way.  I looked up
at her, trying to explain.

   "My original intention for using it was to, um, spice up my life, get a
little thrill.  Our relationship is strong, I, I just wanted... something a
little different." I spoke softly, trying to hide the lie: our marriage
wasn't very strong.  Hell, I hadn't been fucked by him in a very long time.

   She stood there staring at me with her hands on her hips, unconvinced.

   "Look, I wasn't going to hurt your dad..." I trailed off, realising that
it was no good.  Sally really didn't care what my excuse was, no matter
what I said.

   A silence returned and I felt panic sweep over me.  What would be the
consequences now?  What if Sally told her father?  What if they both ended
up hating me?  What if... It somehow seemed suddenly so unfair: I was only
trying to have a little pleasure and excitement, but now?  I had to change
the subject, to keep her talking so that I could start to explain.

   I looked up at sally and my eyes were drawn once more to the creamy
whiteness of he thighs.  "Nice outfit," I said, wincing immediately at how
weak my words sounded, but she answered immediately.

   "Yeah, this costume helps me get into the right frame of mind with my,
um, bitches." She glanced at me, suddenly looking nervous again but for
some reason I didn't correct her language.

   "What do you mean right frame of mind?"

   "Women, adult women, like to be treated like dirt.  And I found that I
kind of like treating them like dirt, enjoy it really and this outfit helps
with that."

   "How do you mean treated like dirt?" I sat up straighter and put my bag
on the floor next to me.  This is the most we've talked in a long time.

   "The women I see are powerful women, authority figures, kind of like you
mom," she said, smiling at me.  "Most of the women I see run corporations
or are high-up important people in the business world.  But they want to be
treated like an animal, told what to do, to be knocked down several pegs. I
know what they want and I give it to them."

   "Treated like an animal?" I couldn't believe my ears.  My twelve
year-old daughter was talking like she was a psychiatrist or something.

   I looked up at Her as she stood there looking down at me and her mood
seemed to change.  I suddenly got the feeling like I was nothing to her. 
"Yes, mom, women are animals and needed to treated as such.  Although at
first they don't realize that but by end of a session with me they can't
get enough of it.  You see the women I date need the humiliation, to be
degraded, they need that release of pain and pleasure.  I'm pretty good at
that."

   I was dumb founded by what she said.  Boy had I misjudged my daughter.
"So how did you know that you like doing this kind of stuff?"

   "Stuff?"

   "Treating women like dirt."

   "The first woman I contacted.  We met at the Ritz Carlton downtown.  Boy
was I nervous being in a fancy place like that.  I met her in the lobby. 
She was in town for a seminar, had her name and picture outside a
conference room at the hotel.  She was some president of a marketing
company that advertises pre-teen clothes.  Anyway, she said she was
forty-two, happily married with four kids."

   My daughter looked at me, holding my eye, as I stared in disbelief at
her.  "She still had a rockin' body even after four kids," she continued
with a giggle in her voice, and I blushed.  "I didn't know what to do at
first until she said that she wanted to be mistreated, like slapped around,
spanked, told she was worthless, stand in the corner of the room.  She even
kissed the soles of my shoes and cried as she begged me to let her kiss me
all over."

   She paused and started to walk around the room.  "It was the first time
I had ever been naked in front of another person, let alone a grown woman,
and I loved it, I fucking loved it!" she smiled.

   "Sally, please don't..."

   "Shush mom!" she commanded, glaring at me.  "I lay there on the bed
naked as she kissed me from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head and
every where in between.  She showed me how to fist fuck her and then she
showed me her devotion to my cunt and asshole.  Gawd how I loved it.  It
was like a light switch that turned on inside me." She was still pacing the
room, reliving the memory.  "She came back three weeks later and we met at
the Ritz again.  This time she had this costume and boots and other toys.
She showed me how to use everything.  That night in the hotel room as we
lay in bed afterwards, I had her arms and legs tied as I played with her
nipples and she told me about adult women and how they really wanted to be
treated.  Told me what to do, how to behave.  She said that there was no
difference between a woman and a dog: both were obedient, loving and caring
creatures but both have to be trained just right to give you loving in
return."

   I stared at my twelve year-old daughter, watching the dreamy look on her
face.  She suddenly looked at me and I gulped.  Fuck I was damp between my
legs and my nipples ached.

   "So what about her family?"

   "What about them?"

   "How could she face her family with that kind of behavior?"

   "I don't know but she said that she has four daughters ages four to ten
and if she could show them love and devotion like she does with me she
would quit her job."

   She stopped pacing.

   "The second woman I met at another hotel.  I slapped her around and she
smiled the whole time.  I spanked her and made her suck her thumb as she
stood in the corner.  Soon she was kissing my boots and was begging to let
her cum.  That's when I introduced her to the dog collar and leash.  She
got upset and I got nervous and scared.  We almost stopped right there but
then something clicked inside me about what the first woman said about
women being animals.  I slowly and patiently convinced her to put the dog
collar on and attach the leash to it.  She's now one of my repeats and
demands that I treat like a pet and in return she shows me love and
devotion just like a dog would."

   I sat in awe of what she was saying.  My sweet, loving daughter, has a
dark side.  Fuck, I guess we all have a dark side.

   "I had another woman tell me after our session that, yes, middle aged
women are dumb, that they get that way as they age.  Thinking is not for
them after work, that's for pre-teen girls like me to do for her.  For a
middle aged woman she just has to make herself pretty, and pleasing, and of
course, obedient for pre-teen girls." I couldn't believe what I was
hearing. "It was one of those Saturday's that I told you I was going to
Jenny's house for a sleep over and instead this woman, whom I call Cookie,
picked me up.  We drove to Orange park and snuck in after hours.  I walked
her like a somebody would walk their dog except this was through the
deserted part of the park.  We played fetch and I would run around and she
would try and catch me just like a real dog would.  Gawd, that was an
awesome evening."

   Once more, the dreamy look returned to my daughter's face as she
remembered and she stopped pacing in front of me.  My eyes were drawn back
to her thighs and I wondered if beneath her short black skirt her young
cunt was as wet as mine.

   Suddenly she snapped out of her memories and looked at me.

   "So, what did those two girls do to you?"

   I blushed and looked away, partly because of my unmotherly thoughts, and
because of my embarrassment at her question.

   "You must have liked what they did to you because you went a second
time." She crossed her arms waiting for my answer.  "Well?"

   Fuck this was surreal.  Why not I thought.  "Nothing on par like you."

   "So?  What did they do?"

   "I like to be played with.  Touched, and, and, told what to do." I
blushed again and looked away.  Fuck, my crotch felt saturated and I
wondered if there was a wet spot on the chair.  I so needed release.

   "You're cute when you blush mom," Sally smiled.  She paused, looking at
me.  "You see you're not so much different from the women I see, you like
to be told what to do just like the animals I see on my dates."

   I looked up at my daughter with a shocked expression.  "How can you say
such a thing about me and those women you see?"

   "It's easy, mother.  You know those two girls you had dates with are
probably laughing at you right now saying the same thing I am to their
friends." She fixed her gaze on me.  "So how did they touch you?"

   "Sally this has gone way too far." I tried to sound as if I was in
control and moved to get my bag, but she knew I wasn't.

   "Come on mother, nobody else is here, you can tell me." She put her
hands on her hips.  I could tell she was getting comfortable with the
conversation and I could see her confidence growing.

   I sat back and took my hand off my bag and blushed again under her
unrelenting gaze.  "They play with my breasts and fingered my... crotch,"
There I had said it.

   She smiled.  "So did they pinch and pull your titties and finger fuck
your cunt?"

   "Sally James!" I exclaimed and blushed and looked down at the floor.

   "Can't deny it mom if that's what they did."

   I had a hot flush across my cheeks and just sat there in the sofa chair,
feeling awkward.  What else could I do, what else was there to say to each
other?  My daughter was getting the upper hand in all this and there was
nothing I could do about it except humiliate myself more.

   Sally suddenly seemed to come to a decision.  She turned and locked the
door, then reached down and picked up her backpack.  She rummaged around
and pulled out the twenty dollars I had given her earlier at home.  She
dropped the money at my feet.

   "What's this?"

   "Might as well get your money's worth."

   "No Sally, this is..." I looked up at her and suddenly understood what
she meant.  I knew that I should get and walk out the door, but my cunt
said otherwise and my legs seemed to turn to stone.

   "Shush mom," she said firmly.  "This is my date and I picked you, not
knowing it was you of course." Then she reached into her backpack again and
rummaged around pulling out a dog collar.

   My eyes got wide as she tried to hand it to me and I shook my head.  I
couldn't believe what was happening but my body did: my nipples suddenly
got hard under the tight t-shirt and my crotch went moist.  Fuck, my body
betrayed me.  Part of me wanted to run but the other part wanted to see how
this would play out, just like with the two girls.

   "Sally," I tried to say again.  My parental instinct kicked in and I
stood up and started to move towards the door but my daughter blocked my
path.  We stared at each other for a few moments and then she reached out
and pushed my right shoulder, hard.

   "Sit!" she commanded as she pushed my shoulder again.  I fell back onto
the couch, looking up at her with a nervous stare.  Gawd I wanted to get up
and walk out of the dressing room but her eyes seemed to control me,
dominate me, and I sat still.

   Placing her hand on her hip, she stood in front of me with her hand
outstretched hand holding the collar.  "My animals put this collar on as a
sign of obedience to me."

   I looked from the dog collar to her and back to the dog collar.  My
thoughts tumbled over each other: I should have stood up again and walked
out the door; I was strong enough, and her mother; it would be easy enough,
but then how would we resolve this when we got home?  It would be awkward
no doubt.

   And all the time, my treacherous cunt throbbed in my wet panties.

   I stared again at the dog collar: was this really me?  Was I really an
animal, a sexual animal?  Was this how I really like to have my sex but
just didn't know it?  Not the vanilla sex that my husband and I had when we
did have sex?  And when was the last time we had sex?

   "Come on, mother," Sally said as she held the collar closer to me. 
"It's just you and me here." She wasn't taking no for an answer.  "Nobody
will ever have to know."

   I sat there looking at it but my twelve year-old continued.  "Do you
realize the only thing keeping you from getting pleasure, living out your
fantasies, learning how to deep throat a dildo, taking selfies as you lick
the ass of some little girl, getting fucked by girls with strap-ons, or a
little girl sharing you with other girls, the only thing stopping you is
you mother?  Let yourself go."

   I didn't shake my head this time nor did look away from the collar. 
Instead, I slowly lifted my right hand.

   "Come on, that's it, mother, just take the collar," Sally urged.

   My hand was poised to take it from her but I hesitated, blushing, and
she saw my hesitation.

   "All my animals are like this their first time.  Sure it's clear in
their profile that they like the humiliation but when it comes time to
actually doing it, they have their doubts, their fears, the embarrassment
in knowing they love the humiliating aspect of what they are about to do in
front of a pre-teen girl, but most importantly they have arousal and that
wins out every time.  Come mother, take the collar and put it around your
neck.  For me."

   Animals, there's that word again.  I wasn't an animal, I was her mother.
I looked up at her.  Fuck, my crotch was driving me crazy, and just like
she said, I was incredibly aroused.  My God, she was only twelve years old,
and my daughter, and yet I was like the child, and there she was being very
patient with me, just like she said with all her animals on their first
dates with her.

   Sally smiled.  "Come on mother I'm not going to bite."

   Fuck me, I took the collar from her hand.  It was pink, leather, had
four rings on it and Velcro for neck adjustment.

   Without thinking I pulled the Velcro apart and put the collar around my
neck.  As I did so Sally reached into the backpack, pulling out a pink
leash, and waited as I adjusted the collar.  I didn't look at her, I was
too fucking embarrassed, about what I was doing, about how I felt.  I kept
looking at the floor but she didn't seem to mind.

   When I had finished, she stood in front of me, her weight on her left
leg, looking down at me.  "Very good, mother, you see that wasn't very hard
was it?" I shook my head, still not looking at her.  she squared herself in
front of me, her left hand holding out the end of the leash.  "Take the
leash and attach it to one of the rings then hand the leash back to me."

   It was so simple an instruction but there was symbolism in there
somewhere and I couldn't figure it out because my mind was clouded over
with arousal.  My nipples were rock hard and my crotch was wet, my heart
was beating fast and my stomach tingled.

   I looked at the leash.  I could still get up and walk out and sort this
mess out at home.  A part of me screamed, `Don't fucking take it!' but I
really wanted to see where this would go.  There was silence in the room
and she was standing in front of me, and, fuck, this all seemed so awkward,
and surreal, and exciting.  I did as she instructed me, attaching the leash
to the collar, and handed it back to her.  I still couldn't look at my
daughter as she took it.

   "Good girl!" Sally said with a smile in her voice and I blushed, staring
at the floor.  "Come now, on the floor, on your hands and knees," she urged
as she gently tugged the leash.  "All my animals must know their place in
my world."

   I reluctantly got on the floor with tears in my eyes.  I didn't want to
do it but I couldn't stop it either.  Sally squatted in front of me and
lifted my chin.  My eyes were drawn to her crotch and the thin black thong
covering the object of my desire and I could make out a large damp spot
over the puffy profile of her slit.  Fuck, she seemed like a different
person and not my daughter at all.  At twelve years-old she was already
having her period.  It started last year and I had been buying her padded
wings ever since.  I wondered vaguely if her hormones had caused her to
change.

   She leaned forward and wiped a tear from my right cheek.

   "Good girl," she cooed again and my clit jumped and my stomach tingled.
"Now, I have to come up with a name for you because all my animals have
names." Her expression was almost like baby.  "I could call you Kendra but
that just doesn't seem right somehow.  So my newest animal must have a
unique name, something simple that she can remember."

   My daughter's eyes roamed all over my face, gently wiping away the tears
from my cheeks.  I couldn't look up at her.  "There is no reason to cry
mother.  The real you needs to come out.  It will be hard I know because
I've seen it before.  Mentally there'll be resistance at first, hesitation
also, but just give me your mind and your body will follow.  Let me do the
thinking for you." she purred.

   Fuck she was enjoying this and I just felt humiliated, not only by the
way she was treating me, but also because it aroused me so much.  I wanted
desperately to look away from her crotch: it wasn't right somehow that I
was lusting after my daughter's pussy.  And she was just as turned on as I
was.

   Her eyes followed my eyes, and she noticed what I was staring at.  She
smiled, putting her left index finger under my chin and lifting my face
until we were staring at each other.  "I think I will just call you mom. 
It is not too hard for you to remember it and it fits you perfectly.  Don't
you agree?"

   I nodded my head and I looked away in shame, knowing that she had read
the lust in my eyes.

   Sally stood up looking down at me.  "Now, just because you are my mother
doesn't mean you get any special privileges.  You have to earn your way
into my world.  I will be just as hard on you as my other animals, you
understand mom?" I hesitated but nodded my head again.  "Good," she smiled
as she bent over and pulled both pig tails.

   She stood up and let the leash lay on my back between my shoulders,
which was a strange sensation.  I heard her rummaging in her backpack until
she found what she needed and then she knelt down again next to my right
thigh.  I looked over my shoulder as she put a strap around the top of my
thigh then brought my right ankle up to the strap and secured it.  As she
did so the back of her hand scraped my cunt which made me jump as she
fastened the strap to my ankle.  Then she did my left thigh and ankle while
scraping my cunt again and I gasped and looked down in shame.

   It was then I realized that I couldn't stand up.

   My daughter stood in front of me and I could tell she was looking at me
as I felt her eyes boring into me.  She stepped around me and picked up the
money and put in my gym bag.

   "I own you for the next two hours." She paused.  "Mom."

   My cunt jumped.  God, how I wanted to rub it.

   She sat down on the sofa chair and pulled me over to her until I was on
my hands and knees between her creamy white thighs looking up at her.

   SLAP!

   "Ow!" She hit my left cheek.

   SLAP!

   "Ow, Sally!" She hit my right cheek.

   "Shut up mom!" she said between clenched teeth, her mood more severe. 
"You are not to talk, unless I give you permission.  You can only bark to
get my attention." I looked up with her and she looked pissed.  Another
change.  "When I slap you, you are to smile and look eager for another
slap. You are to be enthusiastic waiting for another slap, understand mom?
Bark if you understand."

   I paused, then replied, "Arf!" The imitation sounded weak and pathetic.

   My daughter kept slapping me for five minutes or so and each time I
smiled and barked for her, until, damn, my cheeks were burning and my jaw
hurt.

   Finally she stood up in front of me.  "Now wrap your arms around my
ankles and kiss the top of my boots."

   What a stupid request I thought.  I looked up at her questioningly but
she had a serious look on her face.

   "Go on, wrap your arms around my ankles, like say, when you wrap your
arms around somebody's neck and kiss them," she explained, moving her left
boot closer to my face.

   I blushed again then tears formed in my eyes.  I slowly wrapped my arms
around her boots and tentatively pecked at the left boot.

   "Kiss my boot like you haven't seen it in a long time.  Kiss it like you
do daddy when he comes home from his trips.  Go on, mom, kiss it!"

   I never kissed my husband like Sally just described but I knew what she
meant so I started kissing her boot all over, top to bottom and side to
side.  "That's very good, keep at it.  Now the other boot, very good."

   Then I felt her right boot on the left side of my face.  She slowly
pushed her foot down on my face so that my right cheek on was the floor and
her boot was on my face from my jaw to my temple.  I moved my eyes up to
try to see her but she pushed harder on her foot which put pressure on my
face.

   She moved the toe of her boot to my cheek and ground it into my face. 
"You're no good fucking animal!" she growled as she kept grinding the boot
into my cheek.

   In pain and humiliation, I wanted to cry out for her stop.

   "You're a worthless cunt, mom."

   She pulled hard on the leash and kept grinding her boot on my cheek. 
"You shit for brains, mom, always telling me what to do.  Fuck you, cunt!"
I caught her look as she said those terrible things.  She was pissed and it
looked like for real, and tears started again in my eyes

   She finally raised her boot from my cheek.  "Kiss the bottom of my boot
you piece of nose snot!"

   This time, I didn't hesitate.  Tears still ran down my face but lust
seemed somehow to take over!  Compelling me to submit to my daughter.  I
quickly raised my head and started kissing the sole of her boot.  "Use your
fucking tongue, mom!" she sneered, and I did.  "What a fucking worm!"

   She pulled her boot from my lips and stepped back.  "Hands and knees,"
she ordered.  I did.  "Now for a few basic commands." She stepped back to
the length of the leash.  "When I say `heel' you are to stop what you are
doing and come to my left leg and line your stupid little head up with my
knee.  You are look straight ahead and not at me."

   She paused.  "Heel, mom!"

   I quickly scampered over to her left knee and lined myself up, looking
straight ahead.

   "Very good.  Now when I say `sit' you are to sit back on your toes, back
straight and tuck your hands under your tits." She paused again.  "Sit,
mom!"

   I sat back on my toes and tucked my hands under my tits, still cover by
the too short t-shirt.  She walked around me.  "Chin and head straight out,
mom, very good.  Back straight, no slouching.  Very good." For some reason
when she said that, I felt pride.



   "Very good, for a first time animal you're pretty smart.  Now let's get
a good look at those titties."

   Sally lifted my tight t-shirt and smiled and sucked in her breath. 
"Damn, mom, you have a fine set of tits." She reached up and pinched and
pulled my nipples, sending spasms directly to my crotch.  "Those little
girls must have had a good time playing with these babies!"

   I must have looked stupid in the doggie sitting position, blushing and
trying not to make sound, but I held the position, letting my twelve
year-old played with my tits.

   "Mine, all mine," she said gleefully as she pinched and pulled my
nipples, stretching them out painfully.  Then she started slapping them,
hard, and I grunted with each slap, forcing myself to stay still.  "Is that
what those girls did mom, slap these fun bags?" She slapped my tits harder.
"Well, answer me!"

   "Arf, arf," I replied.

   "Stupid fuck!" she hissed as she continued to slap them from side to
side.

   "Very good mother," she said eventually, as standing up.  "My animals
should have a high thresh-hold of pain.  Now a little more training."

   I knew that if I glanced I would be able to glimpse her damp thong but I
resisted and kept my eyes on hers.  "Give me a little bark if you
understand."

   "Arf!" I replied.

   "The next one is begging.  When you beg you should be in the sitting
position like you are now.  Look at me, stick your tongue out and whine,
but not too loud.  Now beg."

   I sat back on my legs, looking up, stuck my tongue out and made little
whining sounds.

   Sally had a huge smile on her face.  "You are to keep begging until I
tell you to stop or I give what you are begging for." She walked over to
her backpack and rummaged around as I kept whining at her.  She seemed to
bend over very deliberately and I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks
under her short skirt.

   She had something in her hand.  She stood in front of me and opened her
hand.  I stopped whining when I saw it.

   SLAP!  She slapped the side of my face.  "Look at me mom!" But I was
still looking at her hand.

   SLAP!  "I said look at me!" I looked up at her.  "I didn't say you could
stop begging."

   I started begging again.  "My other pets just love these kind of doggie
treats and so will you unless you think you're too good to eat doggie
treats." I kept begging and looking at her.  "Good, that's what I thought.
Now put your head back a little because I am going to balance this treat on
the bridge of your nose."

   I put my head back and my daughter very carefully put the treat on the
bridge of my nose.  "Very good mom, keep begging and concentrate on the
treat and don't pay attention to what I am gonna do."

   Sally squatted down in front of me and pinched my nipples... hard.  I
damn near jumped but I held steady.  Then she pulled and twisted my nipples
but it was too much and the treat fell to the floor.

   "Too bad, I was hoping you would make it longer than that," she said as
she stood up.

   I leaned over to get the treat because I thought that is what she wanted
me to do.

   "Stop!" she cried as she slapped the side of my head.  "You don't
retrieve the treat until I give you permission.  If I toss or throw
something, you don't retrieve it until I tell you to.  You understand mom?"

   "Arf!"

   "Good girl, now eat!"

   I think that was the command so I leaned over and picked up the treat in
my mouth and chewed.  It was dry but I swallowed it all.  I sat back,
tucked my arms under my tits and smiled up at her.

   SLAP, SLAP!.  She hit me hard enough on my face to turn my head but
despite the stinging pain, I still smiled up at her.  I must've looked like
an idiot.

   "If you want my attention, don't bark.  I don't like it when my bitches
bark at me.  To get my attention try and get your head in my ass.  If I am
wearing a skirt or dress get your head under the hem and kiss my ass
cheeks. You should only do this if you want to play or go outside to
relieve yourself."

   I must have had a surprised look on my face when she said that.

   "That's right mom, outside to poop and pee, that is, if you want there
to be a second time."

   I was on my hands and knees finishing the treat.  "Arf!" I replied.

   For what seemed like forever she had me heel, sit, fetch and walk around
the room.  The she would slap me some more.  All the while my cunt was
moist and I was excited by what I was doing.  I know she was too, glimpsing
her crotch, and her wet spot was getting bigger.

   "Stay!" she ordered.  I quickly straightened myself up on my hands and
knees looking straight ahead.  She dropped the leash and walked over to her
backpack and I heard her rummaging around in it.  Suddenly she tossed
something past my head and it landed on the round elevated platform in the
middle of the room.

   My heartbeat went up when I saw what it was.  I guess I knew this was
coming but not so soon.  It was a clear plastic dildo with a straps.  Oh
gawd.

   "Heel, mom!" Sally said as she stood next to me.  I quickly went to her
left knee, straightened up and looked straight ahead.  "What I just tossed
is a hollowed out plastic dildo, very popular these days.  Anyway, one of
my animals suggested this idea to me." She paused.  "She handed me her
doctorate degree in psychological studies and this particular dildo and had
me role it up.  Then she had me put it into that clear plastic dildo
strap-on and fuck her with it," she giggled.  "For my repeat animals I
instruct them to bring some important paper with them.  One pet brought her
marriage certificate and I had her role it up and put it in the dildo.  I
tell them that if there is a second date then they have to bring me an
important piece of paper or even maybe a favorite picture."

   I didn't say anything but I thought that there are a lot of people who
are fucked up mentally out there in the world.

   "Fetch mom!"

   There was only one thing she tossed and I went after it.  I hesitated as
I looked down at it.

   "Come mom, don't be afraid.  My other animals have come to accept this."


   I picked it up with my mouth but something tasted strange, I suddenly
dropped the dildo and moved my tongue around my mouth trying to get the
taste out.

   My daughter was laughing.  "Yes, mom, you figured it out.  I don't clean
the dildo.  I like to leave the dried cum and the stale smell of cunt of my
animals on the dildo.  Now bring it here."

   I picked up the dildo again and scampered back to my daughter.

   "Don't drop it, remember wait for permission." My daughter said as she
knelt behind me.  "You know what's gonna happen.  I am going to fuck you
mom." I heard her opening a plastic tube.  "This is KY jelly.  It will make
the dildo slid into you easier and the jelly is also warm to the touch,"
she said as I felt her fingers rub the jelly around my cunt and anus.  I
jumped and at first tried to move away from her touch, but her voice
stopped me.  "Don't make me slap you mom.  You just stay still."

   She tossed the tube into my purse for some reason, then knelt next to my
head.  I was still holding the dildo in my mouth.  "Drop the dildo." It was
a simple command.  I did so.

   Sally picked it up and slowly and carefully worked the straps around her
waist.  She fitted the dildo and straps around her black thong panties then
she stood up with the dildo jutting out from from her crouch, bouncing up
and down obscenely.

   I looked up at her.  She looked nervous and fuck, so was I.

   "Sit!"

   I sat back on my toes and tucked my hands under my tits looking straight
ahead.  Sally was standing in front of me with that dildo jutting straight
out.  She stepped closer to me, the dildo almost touching my lips.

   I looked up at her and she had a wicked smile on her face.  Her
nervousness had gone.

   "Make love to this dildo with your mouth and tongue.  Kiss it, lick it,
suck it and I want to see if you can deep throat it," my daughter said, my
twelve year-old daughter, smiling down at me over her plastic cock.

   She pushed her hips forward, the dildo touched my lips, and I obediently
open my mouth, tasting the stale cum of another woman's cunt.  For the
twenty minutes or so my jaw ached as I kissed, licked, sucked the dildo. 
At times Sally would put her hand behind my head and jam the dildo into my
mouth; at other times she would grab my ears and direct my head movements;
then she would hold my head still as she pumped her hips back and forth
pushing the dildo in and out of my mouth, fucking it.

   "Gawd you look so beautiful with this dildo in your mouth," she moaned
as she held my pigtails and slowly pumped in and out of my sore lips, my
slobber running over my chin and onto my tits.

   Eventually, she slowly withdrew the dildo and looked down at me,
smiling. Then, suddenly, she slapped the side of my face, taking me
completely by surprise.

   SLAP!  "Smile mom!" and I smiled up at her.

   SLAP!  again but this time harder and I still smiled up at her.

   SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  several more times and I held my smile.

   "Fucking idiot," she spat, and then SLAP!  Those words hurt but still I
smiled at her.

   Finally she stepped back from me, the dildo swaying back and forth. 
"Stay mom," she ordered as she pointed her finger at me.  I got into my
form looking straight ahead.  "You are not to talk or say anything.  You
can moan and groan and cum when you want but just because you cum doesn't
mean that I am finished with you.  Understand?"

   I just nodded my head.  Oh fuck here it goes.  My cunt dripped with
anticipation.

   "I can't hear you mom!"

   "Arf!"

   She walked around behind and I think squatted down.  I was as nervous as
could be, my heart was beating too fast.  I should not being doing this I
said to myself, but my lust disagreed.

   I felt her left hand on my ass cheek then the head of the dildo poke at
my cunt.  Slowly it pushed its way into me.  "Damn, mom, even with this
plastic dildo I can tell your cunt is tight!"

   I didn't say anything or make a noise as the dildo slid deeper into me
but the feeling of fullness was wonderful: it had been months, maybe
longer, since my husband and I had sex.

   Then she put her right hand on my other ass cheek and pushed, and I
grunted.  "Ugggghhhh!"

   She giggled and pushed deeper, squeezing my hips with both hands and she
started to push and pull the dildo out of my cunt rapidly.  She was fucking
me; my own daughter was fucking me.

   I grunted and tears started forming in my eyes.  She pushed that 8
inches all in the way to the end and almost back out again, panting with
effort.

   "Fuck yeah!" she said.  "Oh yeah, fucking this stupid animal!  Fuck fuck
fuck."

   I gasped and pushed back against her, "Uuhhh, uhhh, uhhh!" moaning with
each push and pull of the dildo.

   "That's it mom, you little fuck puppet!" she cried, slapping both
cheeks. In a quick two minutes I started cumming and gawd help me it was
perfect... no, fucking wonderful!  I put my head down and started pushing
back as I came, my cunt juice squelching around her plastic prick.

   "Fuck mom, you came quick!" Sally said as she kept pumping me.  "Don't
you and dad fuck?"

   I didn't say anything.  Gawd damn my orgasm felt great, better than the
orgasm with the two little girls.

   She slowed her fucking as I came down from orgasmic bliss, her hands on
my hips.  It felt very strange but my thoughts went back to how good that
orgasm was.

   "MMMMmmmm!" I moaned as she stopped fucking my cunt.  Gawd it felt good
to have that dildo inside me and my hole spasmed around it, gripping it,
not wanting it to stop, but slowly I felt her pull out of me.

   "Okay, mom," she panted, recovering her breath, "this ones for me." I
didn't know what she meant.

   When she pulled the dildo I suddenly felt empty and I looked over my
shoulder at her.  She was still squatting behind me and smiling.  She
scooped up some of the excess KY jelly up to my anus.

   "Wait, Sally, what are you doing?" I asked, suddenly understanding what
she meant.

   "Taking what is mine," she said, smiling as she adjusted her squat.

   "What do you mean, what's yours?"

   "I know you're nervous mom and I will allow you to talk just this one
time."

   "What do you mean what's yours?" I asked again anxiously looking over my
shoulder.

   Sally smiled at me.  "Your anus is mine mom.  You asshole, your poop
shoot, your brownie.  That's what I like, that's what I pay my animals for.
I like the obedience they give me but I love their assholes because it is a
special, private place." Sally paused and looked at my worried face. 
"Don't look so worried mom, I know your asshole is special to you and I
will take care of it."

   Dare I say it?  Should I tell my little girl that her father never once
entered my asshole in all our years of sex?

   She leaned forward, as she did so the dildo went up between my ass
cheeks, She reached out and slapped the side of my head.  "Now, hush.  No
more talking or I will have to really punish you."

   I still looked at her.

   "Mom, don't look at me like that.  Look forward."

   I hesitated.

   SLAP!  "Look forward, mom." she sternly said to me.

   I gulped and looked forward.  I had given up my parental rights and for
some perverted reason that excited me.

   She squatted back down behind me, flipped the hem of my short skirt up,
and this time I felt the dildo at the entrance to my rose bud, my virgin
rose bud.

   "This won't hurt mom as long as you relax your asshole," my twelve
year-old told me as she gently pushed the head of the dildo into my ass."

   "Oh gawd!" I moaned, a mix of pain and excitement.

   SLAP!  SLAP!  on my ass cheeks.

   "Shut the fuck up mom!" and she slapped my ass cheeks again.

   Even though I was facing forward I blushed as I felt more of the dildo
push into my anus.

   "Oh, man, yeah, fuck yes!" my daughter moaned as she pushed the dildo
all the way inside me and I felt the leather holster that held it against
my ass cheeks.  Then without pulling the dildo out she leaned forward and
lay on my back.

   "Hold me, mom, hold me up on your back, carry my weight," she whispered
as she lay on my back, lifting her feet from the floor and moving her hands
under me, her fingers pinching and pulling my nipples.

   "Hmmm," she hummed as I held her weight, my arms tiring.  "You are very
good at this mom, a very good animal.  Bark for me," she said, a giggle in
her voice.

   "Arf!"

   "Hmmm," she said again.

   I put my head down and grimaced as her fingers worked my nipples and my
arms began to ache.  Gawd, how I could cum again with just my breasts being
worked by my daughter's nimble hands.

   "Okay, mom," Sally said suddenly and lifted herself from my back,
leaving me disappointed that she took her wonderful fingers from my
nipples. She put her hands on my shoulders and lifted herself back into her
squatting position.  She slowly pulled the cock from my anus and when it
popped out I felt even more disappointed: my guts felt empty.

   But then she did something unexpected that made up for all that: she
gathered spit in her mouth and let it drip onto my still gaping anus.

   "There, it's mine now, I've marked it," she said with a smile in her
voice.

   I was still on my hands and knees facing forward as she slapped my ass
and stood up.

   "Heel!" she ordered.

   I quickly turned around and put my head next to her left knee looking
forward, my ass still throbbing.

   "Very good, mom," she said as she patted my head.  "One last thing."

   Sally unstrapped the dildo from her slim waist.  I watched out of the
corner of my right eye and wondered what the `one last thing, was she was
talking about.

   She dropped the end of the leash and then stepped in front of me.

   She looked down at me for a moment, letting my anticipation build. 
"With your teeth and mouth I want you to pull my thong to my ankles."

   I gulped.  The shameful object of my desire was within my reach.  I
looked between her thighs, knowing now that I could, and the crotch of her
thong was very damp.  I looked up at her again.

   "Go on," she smiled.

   I moved my head up, dizzy with desire and carefully grabbed the edge of
her thong.  Oh fuck, the smell was divine and I could immediately feel her
cunt cream coating my lips.  I pulled down one side a little, then moved
over to the other side and pulled it down with my teeth.

   Her taste filled my mouth, musky, sharp, delicious.

   Moving from side to side, I slowly worked the thong down her thighs
until it fell and puddled round her ankles.  Fuck, how I would have loved
to pick it up and lick it.

   I looked up and gasped as I took in her pre-teen cunt.  There was no
hair on it but it was sure swollen and the lips gleamed wetly.

   She stayed still for a few seconds, letting me look, and then walked to
the elevated cushion and sat down on it.  I stayed obediently where I was,
staring at her, and felt my own cream oozing from my slit.

   She leaned to her right side, resting herself on her right arm, and then
slowly moved her thighs apart, and immediately my eyes were drawn to cunt.
The rich red lips were parted now, revealing glimpses of the shiny pink
interior, and I moaned.  Fuck, this was Sally, my daughter, my twelve
year-old daughter I was her mother, but all I wanted was to bury my head
between her soft white thighs and feel her cum on my tongue.

   She sat smiling at me for a little while, as if she was reading my mind,
and when she spoke, her voice was controlling, self-assured.  "I am one of
those rare girls that can cum with anal only stimulation."

   I looked at her and my heart jumped.

   "I do cum by masturbating my cunt but I much prefer to have my anus
stimulated as I cum much much better that way.  My animals know that to
really please me and to be a part of my world they must use their mouth,
lips and tongue on the nastiest and smelliest place on the human body, the
anus."

   I gulped.

   "My animals know that I reward them for learning new tricks, or good
behavior, or showing very enthusiastic devotion to me by letting them make
love to my anus.  I had a CEO of a Fortune top ten company in town two
months ago and we stayed at Ritz that Saturday night.  That evening and
most of the night she kissed my anus, spoke to it, loved it, fucked it with
her tongue, and when we finally fell asleep she kept her head as close to
my anus as she could.  I've allowed her to take selfies of my anus.  She
uses the picture for her profile." Sally paused.  "If you really want to be
part of my world mom, come, make love to my anus and make me cum."

   I gulped again.

   "Come mother," Sally said as she laid back on the cushion and pulled her
legs up to her shoulders.  Her anus was pointing right at me.

   I slowly crawled over to her: she didn't say anything or urge me on; I
did this on my own.

   I stared at her little brown puckered hole and it seemed to wink back at
me.  I have never ever kissed or touched an anus before and here was my
twelve year-old daughter with her legs over her head staring back at me.

   I was still staring at her anus when she said, "Come mom, you have been
such a good girl up to this point, just take it one step further and kiss
me."

   I averted my eyes to the side in shame at what I wanted to do.  I
couldn't look at her.

   "Don't be weak minded mom, don't fear the humiliation of kissing me. 
Deep down it is what you really want to do.  You're just dying to show me
what a woman you are, how you can do nasty things without being ashamed,
especially to your own daughter."

   She was right of course.  I wanted to do this, to prove myself that I am
not afraid of anything.  I leaned my head slowly forward and kissed it.

   "Seriously mom?" Sally said looking down through her budding breasts and
thighs at me.  "A peck?  That's not a kiss."

   I blushed and looked away again.

   "Do you know how to French kiss?  Do you remember how to French kiss?"

   I nodded my head meekly.

   "Then French kiss my little brownie.  Kiss it like you mean it.  Love it
and it will love you back."

   I looked at the brown spot again.  It did look inviting, especially when
a couple of times Sally flexed her sphincter muscle at me.

   "Don't be a weak minded animal, my other woman aren't.  They take pride
in what I tell them to do."

   I'm not weak minded!  I quickly opened my lips and planted them on her
anus.  I kissed it, smooched it, stuck my tongue in and out.  Before, I
would have thought it repulsive, depraved, but now it made me even hotter
to feel my tongue gripped by that little ring of muscle.  Even the bitter
earthy taste excited me, making my cunt weep.  When I went to catch my
breath I laid my left cheek against it, then continued my assault on the
brown ring.

   Sally started moving her hips back and forth.  "Ah, yes, mom, very
good," she cooed.  "Talk to it, make love to it."

   I hesitated, it was surreal.

   KISS.  "Oh gawd I love you." SMOOCH.  "Oh how I love you." KISS WITH
TONGUE.  "Let me take care of you." RUBBING MY NOSE ON THE BROWNIE.  "I
love you so much."

   "Very good mom, damn good," Sally moaned.  Then she sat up.

   I looked up at her, slobber running down my chin.

   "Lay on the floor," she said as she rolled off the stand.  I laid down
obediently on the floor as my daughter stood over me.

   "Keep your nasty hands at your sides."

   She squatted down over my head, then put her ass on my face, rubbing it
up and down on my forehead and cheeks and nose.

   "I'm gonna use your face like fucking toilet paper!" she hissed as she
moved up and down and side to side, her puckered anus rubbing all over my
face.

   "Yeah bitch," she hissed as she moved her anus over the tip of my nose.
"Does mommy want to be a little brown noser?  Hmm?" She giggled and pushed
her anus onto my nose, forcing my nose into her heat.  Then she started to
slap my tits from side to side.

   Fuck how I wanted to move my hands to stop her from slapping my tits.

   "Dumb fuck!" she cried and then started moaning.  She moved her anus
from the tip of my nose to the bridge and started rubbing it up and down in
short quick movements, panting and moaning loudly.  She leaned forward with
her hands on my tits, my chest taking her weight as she masturbated her
asshole on me to orgasm.

   "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she moaned.  "Yesss, fuck yesss!" She curled her
hands on my tits and squeezed them hard and I damn near jumped up.

   Then, gradually, her movements became slower and slower as she milked
the last pleasure from her cum, and her breathing returned to normal.

   Soon she stopped all together and rested her ass cheeks on my eyes, her
anus still on my nose.

   "Oh, fuck that was excellent.  You're a very good girl, mom." She stood
up and turned and then squatted down next to my head, looking down at me.

   "Open your mouth."

   My daughter smiled then cleared her throat and nose and let her spittle
drool down into my mouth in long strands.  I almost gagged as it dropped to
the back of my throat.

   "Swallow, mother," she cooed as she gently rubbed my throat.  "That's a
good girl.  Now let my spit course through your body and give you warm
thoughts when you think about me." Then she gently slapped the side of my
face and stood up.



   **

   Sally undid the straps holding my thighs and put them in her bag and
then picked up the strap-on and carefully put it in her backpack, I noticed
she didn't even wipe it clean.  She pulled some baggy gym clothes out of
her backpack and pulled them over black uniform and her black thigh boots.

   I stood up looking at her.  Should I go out and find another changing
room?  I shrugged my shoulders, no use, I mean, she just fucked my ass and
I just licked her anus so why would I be embarrassed about changing in
front of her?

   "Where's your Little Angels cell phone?" she asked as she walked over to
my bag.  She started rummaging around in it before I could say anything and
then had my cell phone in her hand.

   "Sally, don't," I said but, sounded more like I was whining.

   She ignored me.  "Do you have a PIN code on this?  Guess not," she
smiled as she swiped the screen.  "Okay, let's see, here's the app."

   I walked over to her as her fingers danced on the screen.  "Okay, mom,
off with your top.  We're gonna update your profile pic."

   "Come on, Sally, not now."

   "Mom?" Sally said with her eyebrows raised.  I blushed and pulled the
store shirt up over my head.

   "Good, up against the wall." she commanded as she pushed me towards the
wall.  Then she reached out with her right hand grabbed my nipple.  "We
have to get these bad boys standing straight-up," she giggled, pulling
hard, and I grimaced.

   "Better yet, you pull both your nipples straight out.  Yeah, that's it,
now smile, mom, go on, smile." I tried to smile but I couldn't put my heart
in it.  Come on, mom, if the little girls see you enjoying yourself, then
they will want to enjoy themselves with you."

   I didn't say anything but forced a more convincing smile and pulled my
nipples, hard, while she walked around me snapping pictures.

   "Okay, you can get dressed now," my daughter ordered and walked over to
one of the sofa chairs.

   I took the store clothes off and started putting my stuff on and all the
while, her fingers were tapping on the screen.  "Mrs Kendra James, forty
years-old, loving wife and mother.  Willing to cheat on husband with a
loving little girl."

   "Sally, stop please!" I said blushing.

   "Mom, don't worry.  This is gonna work.  Now, let's see.  Oh yes.  Teach
me to be obedient to please you and punish me when I've done something
wrong.  Learning to love the dog collar and the leash.  I love being
spanked and slapped around because it helps focus my attention and devotion
on you.  Teach me how to make love to your cunt and anus with my lips and
tongue.  Purchase my body for two hours or more or maybe even a Saturday
sleep over.  I prefer meeting with you in the comfort of your home or even
my home." Then she went silent as her fingers danced over the keys.  "There
your preferences are changed."

   We both looked at each other.  Fuck I was embarrassed and horny all over
again.  "There mom, you're all set.  I'll check your profile every now and
then and change it for you as you become more popular with the girls." She
stared at me like I was supposed to say something.  "A `thank you Sally,
would be nice."

   "Thank you Sally," I mumbled as I sat down on the sofa and pulled on my
shoes.

   I gathered up my bag and followed her out the changing room door.  We
got to the car and both tossed our gym bags in the back seat.  We didn't
say anything to each other, it was just too fucking awkward.  I mean we
looked like a mother and daughter who had just come from like the gym or
something.

   I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main street to go home.  We
travelled the first five minutes in complete silence, by head full of
things that I wanted to say, but didn't dare to, until eventually I worked
up my nerve.

   "Sally," I said, looking both ways as I made the turn.

   "Yes," she said, "Mom?"

   I frowned but my clit jumped.

   "This changes nothing between us.  I am still your mother," I said
nervously, I wanted to say `mom' but that didn't seem right, but I knew I
had to reassert my authority as her mother.  It would be a hard thing to do
because not more than fifteen minutes ago I had my tongue buried in her ass
as she sat on my face squirming back and forth and cumming on me.  I was
still amazed that she was that anally sensitive she could cum that way, but
I guess there are women who can and my little cutie pie certainly could.

   Sally was looking out her window, her expression serious.

   I was suddenly nervous.  "You still, um, have to do your homework, clean
your room and do the dishes when its your turn."

   Sally didn't acknowledge what I said.  I took a couple of quick glances
at her as I drove down the street and I knew something wasn't right: she
looked nervous too.

   Sally reached around behind her and pulled her gym bag to her lap.  She
opened it, rummaged around and pulled out the dog collar which she set on
my lap.

   "Sally."

   She ignored me.  "This is your dog collar now mom.  When you want a
little discipline or a little relief in your life show this to me.  I will
then text you with the date and times I have open.  You pick out a date and
time and I will text you where to meet me.  We could end up meeting at a
hotel, which you will pay for, or at Pendix again or maybe even at home
when dad and Kevin are gone on a Saturday night, or I might just have you
drive us to that park I went to so that we can play a little.  Simple
enough?"

   "Sally, please," was all I could say but I didn't move the dog collar
from my lap.  I had to get an appointment with my daughter for, for...?  I
let my thoughts trail off.

   "Everything has changed mom," she said, looking out her window again. 
"I can give you the pain and pleasure that you desire, the likes of which
dad can't or won't."

   I said nothing as we drove down the road but she continued.  "This is
like a drug for both of us.  We both need it.  You need the humiliation and
I need to feel dominant."

   I gulped and gripped the wheel tighter.  Fuck!  She was only twelve but
she seemed so mature, so in charge, and she was right.

   She adjusted herself more comfortably in the seat.  Then she looked at
me.  "You can still see your little girlfriends."

   "I don't need your permission..." I blurted out before I realized my
mistake.

   My daughter glared at me and I blushed and stared straight ahead.

   "As I was saying," my daughter continued as she looked out her window,
"you can keep seeing your little girlfriends but I would prefer that they
come over to the house." I gave her a quick look, like `what the fuck'. 
"When dad goes on his business trips and Kevin spends the night at his
friends there is no reason why they can't come over for a little play
time."

   Fuck.  "I can't very well tell them to come over to the house, the
location is up to them," I said meekly, feeling like an idiot saying that
to my own child.

   She frowned at me again like I didn't know anything.  "You're my mother
but you're not very smart, like some other women I know." She frowned at me
and I blushed even more.  "I changed your preferences for meeting
locations. This lets the girl know she doesn't have to set up the location
and its one less thing for her to do."

   "I still don't understand why we have to meet at our house."

   "I met several women who took me to their homes.  They picked me up at
the mall and we drove to their place.  Their kids were at friend's houses
and their husbands were away.  It is very powerful thing to be fucking the
stupid animal on her marital bed.  Heck one date rolled up an 8 by 11
picture of her husband and kids and put it in the dildo.  Damn, she came
hard and so did I."

   I glanced over at her.  Is she my daughter?  I asked myself.

   "Being fucked by a nine year-old on your bed is a very powerful thing
for the girl and a very humiliating thing for the woman."

   She looked out her window as we pulled up to stop light.  "If you're
gonna take this further with Little Angels and me then you need to purchase
some stuff.  Whips, chains, handcuffs, different size dildos and
strap-on's, things you want the girls to use on you.  The easier you make
it for the girl the better it will be for you."

   I gulped.  Fuck is this where I was headed?

   "There's an adult store over at forty-fifth and Garrison that has
everything you need.  You could purchase everything online but it will come
the house and you take a chance of dad or Kevin opening the boxes.  Better
this way at the store."

   "You have this all figure out?"

   "In my line of business you have too.  Even though I am dominant, my
dates demand perfection," she replied.

   The light turned green and we drove on.  "Can I ask you something?" I
asked.

   "Sure."

   "Where do you get those things?  Your, um, toys?  I mean you're not old
enough to go to the store and I don't know what address you would use for
online shopping."

   She didn't speak for a moment, looking out the window.  "My animals buy
me things, to make favor with me, to make me happy." She paused.  "These
toys that I use make them happy, it validates them and the life they lead."
She chuckled.  "A couple of my animals think they can keep me, kind of like
a mistress to them, can call me whenever and demand that I meet them here
or there.  When I threaten to drop them because of their attitude about our
relationship they cry and beg and swear that they'll center their life on
me and not themselves.  These type of women can be so weak-minded
sometimes. That's why there will be a next time with you and me."

   I glanced over at my daughter who was still looking out of her window:
she was all business.  "What makes you think there will be a next time?" I
asked gripping the wheel tight.  I think I knew the answer.

   Sally looked at me and frowned.  "Seriously mom?  Because you enjoyed
it." She paused.  "So did I." She looked at me again.  "And you haven't
handed me back your dog collar."

   I blushed and looked away.

   In fact, for the next fifteen minutes we didn't say a word.  I was lost
in my own thoughts, thoughts of my daughter's little brown muscle, her
delightful anus that had the cutest little wrinkles around it.  My mouth
watered and my cunt was wet again.

   I pulled into the driveway, relieved to see my husband's car was gone.

   Sally smiled at me as she opened the car door.  "You know how to reach
me!" She said, and giggled.

   I sat in the car watching her as she walked into the house.  I looked at
the dog collar then reached behind me and got my gym bag.  I put the collar
in my bag.  I would have to find a place to hide my bag and the toys that I
knew that I would be buying.

   **

   That following Monday I drove over to Dietz Elementary again.  School
had just let for the day so I went to the school office and inquired if a
Mrs Howard was a teacher there.  The secretary said she was and my heart
rate jumped and my mouth went dry.  I tried to look cool and relaxed but it
was hard.  The secretary asked what my business was with Mrs Howard and I
said, "An old friend." I was calm, cool and collected as could be.

   "Well I could call her to the office if you'd like," she offered.

   I blushed.  "Um, no, could you just tell me what room number she is in?
I would like to surprise her."

   The secretary stared at me for a moment, wondering if it was safe to let
me into the school, and then smiled.

   "Room 120, down the hall turn left and second door on the right."

   I was nervous as hell: after all, I had no plan of what to do.  I would
just see if she was in and if nine year-old Amy and her friend Sheila were
there and after that, just see what happened.

   I got to the room but the door had no window in it and I was too afraid
to opening and just walk in.  What if the door was locked like Amy said?

   My nerves go the best of me and I turned and quickly left the building.
I waited in my minivan in the school parking lot and sure enough two girls
came laughing and giggling out the side door: Amy and what must have been
her friend Sheila.  I watched them walk away, picturing Amy's delicious
little cunt.

   About twenty minutes later a middle aged looking lady came out and
walked to the employee parking lot.  Mrs Howard I presume.

   Two days later I again walked into the office after school let out and
the secretary let me go to the room without hesitation.  I stood in front
of room 120 and this time the door was open.  I looked inside the room and
Mrs Howard had her back to the door as she was writing something on the
board.

   Fuck I was nervous.  I knocked on the door jam and cleared my throat and
the woman turned around.  Fuck her tits had to be double Ds and she didn't
look as old as I thought she first looked, maybe early forties like me.

   "Yes?"

   "Um, hi, Mrs Howard?" I asked.

   "Yes, how can I help you?  You don't look like one of the parents of my
students."

   "Um, right, I'm Mrs James, Kendra James."

   "How can I help you Mrs James?"

   `How to put this?' I thought.  I had rehearsed this a million times.

   "Well, Amy Hopkins," was all I said and I could see Mrs Howard's
defences go up.

   "What about Amy?" She clearly looked nervous.

   "Well, I, um, met one of your students by the name Amy several weekends
ago at the amusement park."

   "Oh?" Mrs Howard was clearly on guard.  "Amy Hopkins?"

   "I don't know what her last name is, she never mentioned it."

   "So what about her?" Her eyes narrowed.

   "Well, she did things to me at the park and she mentioned you," I
stammered as I fidgeted with my fingers.

   She stiffened and her voice became hostile.  "So what is this then? 
Blackmail or something?"

   "No, no, Mrs Howard, nothing like that.  I, um, well, I would like to
join you if I could." There I finally said it and I knew I was turning red.

   The teacher looked relieved but she asked, "Join me?  What do you mean?"
She put her papers on the desk.

   "Well, Amy has such lovely fingers." Mrs Howard smiled but didn't say
anything.  "And she made me dance at the end of her fingers as she, um,
massaged my womanhood."

   Mrs Howard chuckled.  "Did you pay her twenty dollars for that?"

   I chuckled too.  "Yes." Gawd, I felt the weight of nervousness lift from
me.

   Mrs Howard sat down at her desk.  "Boy, I thought you were here to
arrest me or something." She took a deep breath.

   I stepped further into the classroom.  "No nothing like that." I looked
around the room.

   Mrs Howard noticed my curiosity.  "That's her desk there.  Second row
fourth one back."

   I walked over the desk and ran my fingers over both desk top.  "What
about her friend Sheila?"

   "Sheila sits next to her, the desk on the left."

   Mrs Howard leaned forward on her desk and said almost in a whisper. 
"Sometimes after class I sniff Amy's seat.  I know it's only wood but I can
just get a faint smell of her essence."

   "You're so lucky, Mrs Howard," I replied with a sigh, looking at both
chairs.

   "I guess you could say that but if she knew I was doing that she would
punish me."

   I quickly looked at her.  "Punish you?"

   "Oh yes.  Amy is such a wonderful girl.  For a nine year-old she can be
charming and witty but she also has a mean streak a mile-wide." The teacher
paused and smiled.  "I guess that's what draws me to her and Sheila for
that matter."

   "Um, well, how often do they, um," I hesitated.

   "Play with me Mrs James?"

   "Kendra, please," I smiled as I nodded my head blushing.

   "Well, Kendra, call me Betty," She paused and looked out the window. 
"Not as often as I like.  They decide when and where and how often. 
Sometimes it doesn't matter if it's parent night, or an after school
meeting or if my husband and I have something planned.  When they walk
through that door they expect my attention to be given to them."

   Mrs Howard looked closely at me.  "When you met her at the park she was
all charming and smiles wasn't she?"

   "Yes," I replied with a dreamy look on my face.  "But she did slap me
across my face one or two times."

   "For cursing?"

   I blushed.  "Yes."

   Mrs Howard looked out the classroom window.  "They washed my mouth out
with soap one time, in the girl's bathroom down the hall, then had me stand
facing the wall over there."

   "Um, how did you first get involved with and Amy and Sheila?"

   "For me it started a long time ago," Betty replied as she leaned back in
her chair.  "I was Amy's age when I found that I liked treating old women
like playthings." She smiled.  "What comes around goes around."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, I was nine years-old when I started.  I lived in a small town in
West Texas, a god-fearing town.  We had one church in town and other than
Friday night football at the high school, the church was the center of all
activity in town." She paused gathering her thoughts.  "It was my Sunday
school teacher who brought out my mean streak.  One Sunday we were both in
the girls' restroom at the church.  It was after Sunday school let out and
she dropped a whole package of paper towels.  The paper towels flew
everywhere." Mrs Howard adjusted some papers on her desk.

   "We both stood there looking at the mess.  She looks at me and says, `I
need to be punished for this' and looks right at me.  Well, I was young and
didn't know what she meant.  She knelt in front of me urged me to slap her
face.  I was scared and she started crying when I wouldn't slap her.  She
finally showed me what to do and with that first slap something inside me
changed."

   "I slapped her like a dozen times and her face was red where I slapped
her.  Afterwards she said it was our little secret.  Over time she did
little things wrong that she wanted punished for.  It was about six months
after the bathroom incident that she first showed me her `womanly parts'.
That's what she called her tits, cunt and ass."

   I was fascinated by her story.

   "For my tenth birthday, she showed me how to wear and use a strap-on. 
We were in the classroom at the church and I fucked her from behind as she
held a cross with Jesus on it, saying the Lord's prayer.  When I had my
first period and started into puberty she would pleasure me with her tongue
and mouth."

   "Then things changed shortly after that.  We were in the classroom at
the church and I was slapping her tits and poking her cunt with my fingers
when my teacher from school walked in on us." She paused.  "We were so
busted but it turned out that she had the same desires and fantasies as the
Sunday school teacher.  Now I had two women to punish."

   "Wow, what I wouldn't have given to be there!" I said.

   "Well, my little stable of women grew to five as I went through junior
high and high school.  In college my tastes began to change.  I tried to
fight it as I loved punishing older women but I slowly came around to the
one who wanted to be punished."

   "Eventually I went to college at MIT earning a degree in mathematics.  I
went to work in the private sector but didn't find fulfilment .  I went
back to school to get my teaching degree and here I am, living my dream."

   "How did Little Angels start then?"

   "I knew there had to be other women like me who are into punishments and
little girl fantasies.  I also knew there had to be little girls who had a
mean streak, a bad girl attitude that needed to be channeled.  So I
developed the app using an algorithm that matched likes and dislikes." She
paused.  "It was easy after that.  I put the app and web page on sites
associated with middle aged women, older women, and put the app on social
media sites that young girls used.  I sat back and watched what happened."

   "No advertising or nothing?"

   "Got you interested, didn't it?"

   I blushed.

   "Probably word of mouth?" she looked at me and I nodded.

   There was awkward silence.  "Well, I, um, would very much like to join
your play time."

   Betty smiled.  "I would have to ask them permission."

   "Permission?"

   "One of the rules of our little playtime club is that you have to ask
for permission to do anything.  Amy and Sheila would have to agree to you
joining me and Amy's mother of course."

   "Her mother?"

   "It has gotten too risky to play here in the classroom so we moved to
Amy's house.  Imagine my surprise when her mother joined us."

   "Yes, I can imagine." My cunt was getting wet just talking about the
youngster.

   "Since we moved our playtime things have taken, how should I say it?  A
different turn."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Not here Kendra.  Maybe if you are allowed to join us then I will
explain it to you."

   I looked hopefully at her.  "Can you?  I mean, can you ask them?"

   "I'll see what I can do.  Give me your cell number."

   I was excited as I drove home.  I was giddy like a little girl and my
pussy twitched in anticipation.

   **

   It was about a week later when Betty called me, telling me to meet her
and the girl's at Amy's house.  When Amy saw me at the door she gave me a
big hug.  Betty and Amy's mother, June, were impressed that I had a gym bag
full of toys.  I bought the things my daughter told me to and sure enough
Amy and Sheila were soon using the toys on us.

   I found that I liked to be slapped and spanked.  It was like a high for
me.  When I showed the girls my dog collar and leash they went giddy with
excitement.  Now Betty, June and I compete for the girls attention when we
are in puppy mode.

   Betty setup Little Angels as a website with areas only the girls could
access, like the chat room and the rating page.  Betty of course had access
to everything on the website but wouldn't let me or June see it.

   Over time we improved the profile page and updated the app.  We also
came up a with a dollar amount that is assigned to each woman who signs up
for the site.  We decided to start off with the base amount of ten dollars
and then add 25 cent increments because we wanted the women to spend more
time with little girls over a longer period of time.

   The goal of the woman is to achieve fifty dollars which moves her into a
special category.  Betty hasn't told us what that would be yet.

   I still use the app to meet other girls and sure enough, like Sally
said, the girls love coming to my house.  She usually meets them at the
door as I patiently stand in the corner of the living facing the wall
waiting to be called.  When they do call me I smile and kneel before them
with my hands clasped behind my head as the girl slaps me.  The physical
abuse is wonderful and the girls certainly enjoyed themselves as they ass
fuck me.  I am a thirty dollar whore now.

   As for my twelve year-old daughter, this will be our fourth date night
tonight.  It will be Sally, me and another of her animals who is town for
business.  Tonight we are driving over to Orange park after dark to meet
her so that she can walk us and get us exercised as we play fetch and tag.

   The first two dates were at home on the weekend with Billy out of the
house and my husband on a trip.  I thought long and hard about what I
wanted to put in the plastic dildo when Sally pulled it out of her bag.  It
was a picture of her father and me on our prom night in high school but I
folded him out of the picture which made Sally smile.  She took me on my
master bed making me scream and wither under her dildo assault.  I made
sweet love to her anus to the point of taking a selfie with it.

   The next morning I awoke with a smile on my face, I was well fucked and
content, something that I hadn't been in years.  My daughter sleeping
beside looked soft and vulnerable but I knew that I would do anything to be
part of her chosen lifestyle.

   For the third date I found an extra wedding picture of me and my
husband. When Sally pulled out the dildo I picked up the wedding picture
with nervous hands and a dry mouth, took a pair of scissors and carefully
cut him out of the picture.  Then I took a picture that I had taken of her
last year at Pendix as she tried on a wedding dress with her friends.  She
had the picture in her dresser.  I carefully cut to size her picture and
taped it to my wedding picture.  I held up the picture and she had a wide
grin on her face.

   But otherwise, our home life hasn't changed.  Sally still does her
homework and does the dishes.  When the `urge' comes upon me I take out the
dog collar and flash it at her and I make another 25 cents to my value.

   My life is wonderful.

   **

   Dear reader, this is the end of chapters 5, 6, and 7.  These three
chapters were intended to give you a back story on Little Angels and how it
started.

   Chapter 8 is in the works and will be the last chapter in the series. 
Chapter 8 will take you back to the end of chapter 4.