Mandy’s Toy

Part 1 The Introduction

By Solomon

Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

This was all just too much for me to handle.

The second I heard Mandy telling my daughter to go to the store for some sodas, I knew I had to use her best friend of nearly a decade to catch me up on what had been going on since I had moved a hundred miles away. I had left my son and his little sister in the home they had grown up in when a better job forced me to relocate, but here it was just a couple of months later and I had come home to find a very strange situation going on. First, I noticed that my 18 year old daughter and her older brother, by two years, were getting along better than they ever had growing up. But that was just a tidbit of good news, though odd.

What was really troubling to me was finding two very disturbing things about my daughter, or perhaps troubling would be a better word since they weren’t so odd considering the world I had grown to know. My grown kids might have always seen me as pretty vanilla, but I had a few wild intersections that had crossed my life’s path.

The first thing I had noticed was that my lovely young daughter had gotten a piercing; something I would never had figured her for, but it was where the piercing was located that really caught my eye. I understand how hip it is for girls to get their nipples pierced these days, however, when I clearly saw the odd outline under her shirt I just had to get involved. I was nearly shocked to an early death when she rather brazenly lifted her top to show off her new piece of jewelry, and her boobs… sticking right out there. I was use to seeing her going braless because she hadn’t become nearly as well endowed as she would have liked, but I always thought that the overall look of how they fit her was more important. But for her to willingly show me her bare chest so easily was clearly out of character for her.

Anyway, if the chosen jewelry wasn’t bad enough, the place of origin was enough to make me cringe. The whole reason I had asked about the piercing in the first place was because of where it clearly showed up at under her way too thin top. A nipple piercing would have been somewhat normal for a girl her age, but she had pierced the inside of her left breast about an inch away from her nipple. When I saw that post actually running through her once flawlessly smooth skin in what I knew to be a very sensitive area, it simply boggled my mind how she could have allowed that to be done to her. As a mother, my first instinct was to imagine how some perverted sleazebag of a guy would have had to manipulate her breast as he inserted the needle to pierce her skin, but as I looked more closely at the chosen jewelry, I knew there was more to this story.

Her chosen emblem turned out to be a tiny little pair of handcuffs that connected on a single post that ran through the skin of her small breast. As a woman myself I was well aware of how we choose our jewelry to reflect the image we wish to present, so I could see nothing good about her choosing a symbol of bondage. But, I had learned to choose my battles long ago and pretended that it was nothing too serious and focused more on the odd positioning instead. I didn’t really buy her answers, so I let it go.

The real shock came a couple hours later when I was looking for a pair of shoes in her closet that I had lent her months earlier that she had conveniently forgotten to return. When I saw a familiar shoe box, I opened it to great dismay. Staring back at me was some Polaroid’s of my once sweet and demure little girl in nothing less than utterly shocking poses. In the top photo was my daughter in a bondage pose of a horrendous nature. She was fully nude, her hands tied behind her with a rope running up in the air holding her bent over at the waist. Her face left no doubt that she hadn’t been prepared to have the picture taken of her. My first thought was abject horror over what she was doing behind my back, but then I thought about my own past and some of the things I had done in the name of sex or lust. I took a quick look at a couple of other pictures to see where she was even smiling in one and realized that she may not have known in advance about possible picture taking, but she certainly didn’t seem so worried about her bondage. Knowing that these could have been evidence of many much worse scenarios, I was so relieved to see that tiny smile.

Then I got a shock when my daughter walked in to see that I had found out about her new journey through her young adult life. I felt horrible for her; not only had her mother seen her in some very embarrassing bondage pictures fully nude, but I had done it while going through her closet without her permission. The latter had been far worse in so many ways for what had to appear to her as snooping on my part. I had always trusted her explicitly and had even offered her many assurances growing up that I would never breech her right to privacy. Most mothers would instantly say which problem outweighed the other, but for me, they were pretty much on the same level. Luckily, I had already asked my daughter for my shoes so I would have them when I went back to my new house, so my reason’s for being there were clear. Next came the little talk where I had to spill the beans on my own sexual desires in the past so as to keep her from feeling like a freak. We had different names and terms for what we discussed, and I was a little shocked to hear her clearly define what she was into as the D/s culture (Domination/submission), but I had thought about such things myself more than once. I may have never acted on them, but I could see her interests in such desires. After assuring me that she had never been hurt nor was in so deep that I should be worried for her, we walked away from that deplorable meeting even closer than before my getting caught in her private box.

So here I was with her best friend, about to breech a solemn trust by prying into her private life. I didn’t want to expose my sweet little girl to all that I had found out to her friend, so I tiptoed around the fears I had trying to glean any information from Mandy that she might have to offer. All I wanted was to know that she was safe and in control of her situation. I grew worried when Mandy swore she knew of no present day boyfriends in my daughter’s life. To me that meant that she hadn’t entrusted her best friend to watch her back while exploring a way of life that could be very dangerous. I begged her to keep her eyes open for me and even gave her my phone number to call me if she saw anything at all I should be warned about in the future.

Mandy seemed overly interested in my concern and kept prying me to tell her more about what I might be worried about, but I kept steering the conversation into less humiliating territories. Eventually, her questioning of me gave me an eerie feeling that she did indeed know something that she wasn’t telling me. Then she knocked the wind out of me with one little slip of the tongue, but as I re-examined her past statements, I realized that she had actually been trying to tell me something for several minutes in her own way.

“Look mom,” her way of referring to me for years now, “I swear I’d never hurt your daughter.”

I felt my face go flush when I realized that she was the pervert I had been worried about. It wasn’t some twisted boyfriend or worse, so older demented psycho, but her best friend that she had been exploring this D/s culture with all along. I never even would have guessed that my daughter was gay, nor Mandy, but apparently that was the truth of the situation. The next ten minutes until my daughter came home from the store would prove to be a pure hell for me; and instead of getting answers over her safety, I wound up seeing first hand what had led my daughter into her new state of mind. I saw with my own eyes and heard with my own ears a power within this petite little thing in front of me that I never would have guessed possible.

“I guess she told you things… about us?”

I wasn’t sure of how to answer her without saying too much, but finally admitted to seeing the pictures she had taken. I was wrong about that fact, but she wasn’t going to correct me. At least it got her tongue loosened enough to tell me what had been going on in a very brief way. After hearing several mildly disturbing tales about the two of them, and filling me in on what this whole culture was all about, I found myself admitting to Mandy what I had to my own daughter earlier. I saw nothing wrong really with healthy exploration of what drives us women sexually and even told her how I understood the power she was displaying to me that would have been captivating for my littlest one, but a mother’s fear is always going to be there. I think exposing my own past desires was the wrong thing to do, but too late.

Mandy ran upstairs and retrieved a book that she had given my daughter and told me I should read it before returning home to better understand things from her “submissive’s” point of view. I didn’t like hearing my daughter being referred to as chattel in that way, but Mandy had such a calming way of putting everything that I felt somewhat at ease over what she and my daughter were exploring. That was when everything went haywire in my head.

“It’s like this mom, you said you can understand what it’s like to be thrilled by someone more powerful, more assertive, more… dominating to you, so it should be easy to understand what Didi is seeing and feeling. It’s a very powerful feeling… you know, to let yourself go and get that craving filled by another person.”

That would be the first time I saw that subtle change in Mandy’s face that made me quiver in fear over her mere presence. She moved closer to me as she continued talking about how I as an older woman would have to know what she was talking about even better than my daughter. I finally asked her who this Didi was, and only got as an explanation that this was my daughter’s new name when in character and that the book she had given me would explain it further. I was also growing fearful of how close this girl, even younger than my daughter, kept edging closer to me. I knew the body language well, but it was something that only men usually employed, along with two women in my past. I knew so much better than what my mind was allowing me to perform, that I should stop her advancing on me, but she was so damn intimidating as she stared me directly in my eyes with fire glowing from her own.

Mandy reached out with one hand and wrapped it around my neck. I reached for it to remove it, but found my head being pulled towards her face. My body and mind were betraying each other in the worse way. I should have been correcting her behavior, yet seeing her pulling me closer to her so aggressively, my body ached to know what such a wonderfully hot young girl would feel and taste like on my lips. When I felt her lips actually touching mine, a moment of weakness came over me and I allowed her to molest my mouth with hers. Her firm young tongue forcing its way into my mouth was something I lusted for, and for several moments I was as much her pawn as my daughter had been. When I finally found the strength and maturity to pull away from her, all I could do was stare into her eyes.

“Don’t worry mom!” Mandy turned around and walked across the kitchen as if nothing had happened. “This will stay between us; no need to shock your daughter.” But as she turned around to look at me again, her conniving grin told me how she had just toyed with me in a way that no other person had ever done. “You have to admit it; there’s no better way to understand what Didi sees in me than to experience it for yourself. Stop worrying – you didn’t do a thing. She’ll never find out… unless you tell her of course.”

I was horribly shocked over what I had allowed to transpire between us. I flittered through words of indignation trying to explain to her how wrong her kissing me had been, but she wasn’t buying my weak attempts to act mature. I was in the middle of telling her how ashamed I was over my own reactions when I heard my daughter coming back through the front door. I hid the book Mandy had given me under a pile of my clothes I had been packing and tried turning our discussion to more acceptable chatter. I could see as my little girl put the soda in the refrigerator that she had some inkling that she had interrupted something, but that was the extent of her awareness of how poorly I had behaved in her absence.

Mandy soon gave me a little something to worry about when she all but ordered me to get ready for a night out with some old friends. I thought for sure that my daughter would catch on to her dominating way, but then realized that she was probably used to seeing her act that way all the time. I went upstairs and sat on my bed for several minutes trying to figure out how this petite and seemingly harmless little girl had just screwed up my morals so badly, and so damn quickly. However, there was one thing I couldn’t deny to myself; I had grown very excited over her simple little kiss and to a point of feeling like I needed another shower.

As I was leaving for my meeting I gave my daughter a peck goodbye, and was caught off guard when Mandy playfully asked where her kiss goodbye was at. I was almost too afraid not to give her one as well. If I didn’t, would she mention the earlier kiss? And what an effect that quick little touch on her cheek had over me. Her scent wounded my heart in such a childish way, and the softness of her smooth skin imperiled my thought process, but I quickly recovered just long enough to catch a last glimpse at the very girl I had to fear most in life. She held my daughter’s mental and physical welfare in her hands, and as I walked out the front door I realized, she could bring a lot of havoc to my life as well. I knew I would have to have a long talk with her on the phone after getting back to my new house; I had to make sure she would keep her promise to never reveal that damned kiss we had shared. I felt like such a frigging pervert.

I didn’t see Mandy again before I left. When I got home I barely had enough time to say goodbyes to the kids and give my young daughter a few more words of warning to keep her new sex life in check before heading off to bed. She seemed very squeamish over my warnings, but I was confident that when I mentioned how hard it was to protect your self when tied to a bed, that her common sense would prevail. I had to leave early and peeked in on both the kids quietly before leaving. I looked in on Joey to see quite a young man that had seemed so childlike just a few years earlier. I felt sorry knowing that the girl he had wanted to date had sort of been stolen away from him by his own sister. It probably wasn’t really her doing, but males usually only see the end result and go from there. Either way, he was turning into quite the catch and could have any other girl he went after.

I checked in on my little girl and saw an angelic face that I had once wondered if she would ever find that special someone to make her life feel fulfilled. I never dreamed that one of her first serious affairs would be with another girl; let alone as a submissive being. As I watched her sleeping, she raised her hand to her undershirt and I saw she was lightly scratching at the cuffs that were a clear message that she was under Mandy’s thumb. Just the thought of knowing that that damn symbol of bondage was adorning her once virgin skin made me fret over her safety, but there was something also comforting in knowing that Mandy was the one that had stolen her heart. She may have thrown me for a loop, but I knew her to be a warm and concerning person that would play nice with my littlest one.

A few days later I got a call from Mandy returning the message I had left with her mother. I started right out by securing her restated promise not to ever mention our kiss, but then she took total control of the conversation. If it weren’t for the distance between us, I probably wouldn’t have answered her pointed questions over my past experiences involving past loves restraining me in one way or another. I finally did admit to allowing my ex to tie my hands to the bedpost once, and of pretty much loving it whenever any male had held my hands in a restrictive way so as to molest my body, but my shame had to be very obvious to her. That was when Mandy really set out to blow my mind.

I was pelted over and over with questions over how I would feel to be in “Didi’s” place at her hands. I kept stuttering for answers that I was nearly too afraid to admit. She did get me to confess that her kiss was more than a bit exciting, however I spent a good deal of time trying to tell her just how wrong it had also been to allow that to occur. Somehow, she kept churning my words around to her advantage, and before knowing what I was agreeing to, I even gave her permission to call me later to talk more about my “submission” issues. There was something so compelling in her voice that I think I actually was willing to take the grave chance to see what powerful mental hold she might have over Didi. I craved to know more about what they were doing together and was more than gracious to hear her unequivocally state that she wouldn’t betray my daughter’s trust in her. That told me that she had a good sense of loyalty and fair play that meant whatever we talked about in secrecy would remain just that; secret. Immediately after hanging up the phone, I fell against the wall of my kitchen, laid my head against the wall, and remembered our kiss. Suddenly I couldn’t wait to talk to her again and felt like a little girl smitten with a new boyfriend. I felt ill over my perverted thoughts and tried desperately to get her out of my mind. That didn’t work as well as it should have, because when she called me the next night, my heart flittered just hearing her voice.

“Hi, mommy, how’s it going?”

Her voice was sickeningly sweet and manipulative. I should have taken it as an omen, but my heart wouldn’t allow it. “Stop that, I’m twice your age. I know what you’re trying to do and I can’t let that happen.”

“Whaaat? I’m just trying to talk to you. I wanted to know more about your life. You know, all the little secrets that I would benefit from knowing from a beautiful lady your age.”

I knew I was being played with, but at my age, any attention is good attention. I kept trying to tell her that I couldn’t talk to her about my love life, but she kept wheedling things out of me. What was this girl’s magic? What hold did she have over me that could come from one stupid little kiss? But she was good! Over the course of nearly an hour on the phone, I had been talked into swearing that I would “diddle” myself thinking about that kiss we had shared and would even tell her what it was like the next night when she would call me again. I tried telling myself that I would say anything to get her off the phone, but even as we talked she had caused me to bury my hand in my crotch as we bantered back and forth. This little fucker was somehow manipulating me just as she had turned my daughter into Didi. Yet again however, the second I hung up the phone, I felt empty without her voice in my ear.

By the time the phone rang the next night, I had paced by it a dozen times wondering if she was going to call again. I had no idea what I would say to her. I knew what I needed to say; to stop calling me, but I had looked forward to the sexual thrill I knew she would cause me all day. Would just talking to her really be such a bad thing? Didi would never find out, so what was the real harm in fantasizing a little. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the phone did ring and I had to fight myself to let it ring five times before answering it. I tried to hide behind a façade of indifference when I heard her voice, but she poked through that in a heartbeat.

“Mandy, you have to stop this. This is sooo, wrong. I know what you’re doing and I have to stop it… now.”

“Stop what… come on, mommy, you know you’re having fun with this. Besides, like I told you before, what better way to know what it’s like for Didi then to experience it for yourself? Anyways, I know you want to see more for yourself so badly that I know you’ll be bringing me a gift this weekend for my eighteenth birthday.”

My god! She was right – I had been lusting over an underage girl. I was even more twisted than I had been thinking. But… a gift? What kind of gift did she think I would be driving three hours to bring to her? I tried swaying her thoughts, and perhaps even tried to convince her I was more naïve than I truly was by asking her what she might like and that I would send it to her. I was knocked over by her response.

“You’re going to send yourself through the mail?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“You, you butt head, I want you!”

I was out of my mind over her words. What was she saying? She expected me to have sex with her for her birthday? There was no way I could do that. Yeah, true I had masturbated to very evil thoughts about her, but those were just secret fantasies that would never see the light of day. I floundered for words that never came and soon she was making herself clearer as she saw I was waiting for her explanation.

“Not that way, mommy! Geesh, you think I’m that disgusting to hit on my girlfriend’s mommy.”

“Please stop calling me that… and in that way. I know you’re trying to get to me.”

“Hehe, I already have mommy. Besides, I’m not hitting on you really. I’m more of a… go between. You see, I had an older boyfriend a while back and he’s been pestering me to get laid again. I’ve been blowing him off for a month now and thought with a little effort, we could all come out on top. I wouldn’t have to cheat on Didi, he would get laid, and you, well you… could not only give me a wonderful birthday gift, but get laid at the same time.”

“That’s not the way you should be talking Mandy. A girl your ag….”

“Mistress! You can call me Mistress Mandy from now on.”

I was flabbergasted! Did she really just tell me to refer to her as my mistress as if I was already under her spell? Who was the adult here and who was the child? I tried correcting her several times and after many attempts, I finally gave in just to get back to her former idea.

“Alright… Mistress Mandy, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be taking over your past boyfriends… for any reason. Besides…”

“You keep cutting me off. Stop that! Just listen for a minute. This guy is into the D/s thing but since I’m not submissive, it didn’t work out between us. I know you really, really want to see what it’s like for Didi, so why not kill a half dozen birds with one stone? I’ll oversee everything to make sure you’re completely safe, he’s a great fuck, and Didi will never know a thing. Come on, mommy, when’s the last time some guy really gave it to you good?”

What the hell was going on here? Is she really trying to get me to allow some strange guy to use my body for nothing more than a free lay? Sure, it had been a very long time, but what the fuck?

“Again Mandy…”

“What did I just tell you, mommy? Say it right!”

After thinking for a minute and knowing she wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise without complying with her wishes, I revised my sentence structure. “Again… Mistress Mandy… Please stop calling me mommy. It’s creepy! And what in the world would make you think I need to have sex so bad that I would let some total stranger get after me just to get his rocks off?”

“That’s better, mommy. I didn’t mean he would just fuck your brains out, but hey, that must sound pretty nice in itself, right? There’s a lot more to it than just getting tossed a quick one. I would tell him exactly what he could do and how he should ‘woo’ you with hopes of getting a permanent submissive for his future. Okay, that would be a lie, but at least that would make him want to show you all the really positive elements of D/s. I’d make sure he treated you just as nice as I treat Didi and he would never learn who you are; you can just get the whole experience and feel so much better for your daughter. You do want to feel better… about her new life, right?”

Damn, this girl was good, and well ahead of her years in the sexual area. I wouldn’t realize it till I was off the phone for a while, but she had set me up so bad that I was almost receptive to not only letting a strange guy fuck me just for the cheap thrill, but to experience what my daughter was going through; that part did intrigue me greatly. I flashed back to those times when my lovers would hold my hands down and how consumed with emotions that would force from me. The call ended after another full hour of giving me detail after detail of what I might expect. The kids would never find out that I was even in town, and all I would have to do is show up at some hotel and wait for it to happen. The anonymity of it was certainly inviting, but I would also by totally out of control. When I finally told her that I couldn’t just sit there and let some stranger find some way to restrain me to keep me from fighting him off, she told me she would work on that fear and get back to me. I should have known I was powerless over her convictions when she successfully got me to refer to her as Mistress Mandy as I was saying goodbye to her.

The entire next day at work I acted like a scatter-brained teenager in love. I couldn’t get the picture of my daughter out of my head trussed up the way she had been in her pictures and having some guy committing carnal acts upon me. But when a woman sitting across from me asked me what was wrong, she suggested I needed a good man to quench my thirst so I could get back to work. That just made things that much worse. If she only knew the perversions that had been running wildly through my head all day… well, she sure wouldn’t laugh.

At home I just about sat next to the phone waiting for what was becoming a routine call from Mandy. I had no idea how I would end her desire to go through with this as some sort of present to her, but I knew I had to buck up and get the job done. I think I really just wanted to play in my mind a little while longer over what her sick ideas did to me, but I still had to end this crap. When the phone rang, my skin was on fire as I lifted it to my ear.

“Quiet! I don’t want to hear anything but one word from you. I know you haven’t been able to get this out of your head all day. Who could? I set it up for Saturday night at the motel I told you about. All you have to do is show up and let me do the rest. It shouldn’t take more than an hour from start to finish, but it’ll prove to you that Didi is safe in my hands. I figured out a way so that you don’t have to actually face the guy directly, so your embarrassment is no longer an argument. Now, I only want to hear one fucking word from you, mommy, and that word is ‘yes”. Eight o’clock sharp, at the motel, and I’ll be waiting for you. You aren’t going to upset me now are you, mommy? I want to hear it… now!”

My god, what was driving this girl? I hadn’t been able to think of anything but her version of D/s for four days now, and seeing her dominating me like I was a little kid was terrifying for me. However, it was just as electrifying for me at the same time. She was so damn sure of herself and her hold over my secret desires, that I felt safe in her hands. What middle aged woman wouldn’t want an anonymous roll in the hay? She had sworn to me that my kids would never find out and in the end, I would probably feel much better about my daughter’s safety. Two things bothered me though; her feeling free enough to swear in front of me, and mentioning how she would be upset if I didn’t answer her the way she wanted. It occurred to me that she had promised her silence if I went through with her near demands, but I had never heard that guarantee if I didn’t do it. I never felt so frightened and sexually intoxicated at the same time in my life. My lips were trembling and my voice cracked as I finally said that one word, “Yes!” to her. As soon as it was out of my mouth, she hung up on me.

I sat there staring at the phone wondering what I had just done. I realized that this is exactly how my daughter had to feel when Mandy confronted her. If I was proving to be so powerless in her hands, what chance had she ever had at stopping her? Was my little girl’s life so inexplicably controlled that she really felt her life had improved as greatly has she had led me to believe? I needed more answers and began calling Mandy back several times, but each time I thought about what message her hanging up on me might hold and sat there waiting for nearly an hour before understanding that she wouldn’t be calling back at all. I knew she wouldn’t be talking to me again until I showed up at the hotel. Even though I tried telling myself repeatedly that there was no way in hell I was about to meet her at that motel, I knew deep down inside that I really did want to experience what it felt like to hand my body over to someone else to use for their amusement. There was something thoroughly exhilarating to all those nasty things she referred to that had kept me on pins and needles throughout the week. And in the end, it boiled down to two things: what would Mandy do if I didn’t show up and what would she do if I did? Did I trust her? I had to trust her knowing that my daughter did and certainly didn’t seem any worse for the wear.

Throughout the next day I prepared myself mentally for being ravaged at the hands of a total and complete stranger. I even practiced being overly submissive and wondered just what this man might require of me. There wasn’t too much I hadn’t done when it came to sex, so other than the fear of pain, which Mandy had promised wouldn’t be part of the “session”, I really couldn’t think of much to be frightened of other than how embarrassing it might prove to be for me. But even that aspect was titillating to me. There’s something about humbling yourself to another person that was very humiliating, but it was almost as mentally satisfying as it was demeaning. I almost called my daughter twice to feel her out for what I could expect, but she would surely put two and two together and I certainly didn’t want that to happen. No, since I knew I would be meeting Mandy at eight o’clock, I simply had to put myself in her care and hope she had the integrity to keep things as promised.

It proved to be a very long drive back to that little town and as I approached the motel I nearly wet myself to see several cars already in the parking lot. Fears of her arranging me to be gangbanged ran through my mind, but when I saw her sitting on the guardrails alongside the entrance with that sweet little smile of hers shining brightly, I felt comforted enough to pull over to greet her. She hopped in with a backpack and told me to drive around to the back lot and I immediately told her how nervous I was as I took her directions. She put her hand on my leg below my skirt to comfort me and I flashed back to her kiss. Had she really just turned eighteen or was she going on thirty eight? After parking the car, I turned to her to begin my questions that I had formulated all the way here, but she got out with her pack and ordered me to follow her. I kept trying to get her to pause and listen to me, but that just spiked her controlling demeanor. It was too late for questions anyway; I had made my bed, so to speak.

Mandy already had the key to one of the rear rooms and after opening the door I was very pleased to see the room was empty. I tried again to pose several questions to her but was met with her grabbing my hand, spinning me around, and walking me backwards until I was forced to sit on the edge of the bed. She sat down beside me and even as I was voicing another question, she planted another kiss on me. Her lips felt so damn good on mine and I even played with her tongue when it protruded into my mouth. She pulled away and simply said, “Damn, I wish I was the one to fuck you tonight. Oh, well, maybe some other time.”

I was now void of words and when she asked me to strip, my fears came rushing back to me. When I didn’t move, she barked the words again. Something forced my hand to begin unbuttoning my blouse and I slowly removed it. I had never bared my body in front of such a young girl before and felt really awkward, but she pushed me through it until I had taken off my bra. My breasts may have been much larger than hers, but I felt like the scared little kid here. I stood up to remove my skirt, but she stopped me and told me to lie back on the bed instead. That was the lesser of two evils, so I did it. Mandy went for her backpack and came back to me as she pawed through it. Out came a roll of duct tape and when she saw my worried look, she told me that this was how she intended to keep me from knowingly being able to assume responsibility for my actions. I was all for that and soon she was wrapping several layers of it around my eyes.

I heard her going through her pack again and then felt her tying something around my wrist. I started to protest the idea, but she never even bothered to answer me. I had to trust her now; or at least as far as my mind would allow. A second rope of some kind was attached to my other wrist and when I felt her working my arm towards the headboard, I finally began fighting her efforts. Suddenly I felt her hop over my body to stop my flailing arms and quickly pinned me by setting on them. With another slide forward, she covered my mouth with her lower torso and I realized her young pussy was smothering my face. My arms were no longer the problem; finding her without any underwear and feeling her well shaven vulva pressed forcefully over my face was the only thing I could think of as she worked feverishly to tie my wrists to the bedposts. I bucked under her and she taunted me by how her skirt was half covering her feminine assault on me and pulled it out from between us. She leaned forward and made sure there was nothing for me to think about except her scent and warm feel against my face. I struggled to keep my other arm from being tied off, but each time she would grind her hips hard into my face and taunted me to eat her “cunt”. Her vulgarity helped her immensely in winning the fight and soon I just needed to have a taste of her. It wasn’t the first pussy I had ever had in my face, but it was the most unusual in how it was happening and the sheer smoothness of her lips forced my mind to focus on stealing a feel of her.

As soon as my arms were no longer of use to me, she removed herself from my head and shoulders and I began telling her that I wanted out of this whole mess. I received a very hard slap against my lower thigh and was told I wouldn’t be allowed to embarrass her that way. Another hard slap enforced her order to remain silent. For the next several minutes I was told exactly how I was expected to act and dearly threatened with exposure to my kids if I said another word before the ropes were removed. That was her ace in the hole to win my total compliance.

Mandy told me that she had to leave in a couple of minutes to get my “lover and educator”, but wanted to have a little fun first. I felt her tugging at my skirt to remove it from me and I felt so belittled having such a young girl exposing me like that, but when she went back for my panties, I felt my eyes welling with tears. How did I get myself into this predicament? Even before she got them part way down my legs, I felt her fingers deftly fumbling their way through my lips. I closed my legs around her hand to stop her and felt another sharp slap, but this time to the top of my thigh. She pushed my legs apart and ordered me to keep them that way until my lover took over. Her fingers went back to exploring me and even took a gentle massage of my breasts. I could still smell her scent on my face and wondered what would become of me before I felt my freedom again.

After getting enough pleasure from her humiliating me by copping a teenager-like groping, I felt her getting off the bed. I was given a very stern warning again to be absolutely silent throughout my entire ordeal, commanded to hold my pose, and heard the door open and close behind her. I tried to be strong, but tears came to my eyes as I feared the biggest mistake of my life was unfolding. It seemed to take forever before I heard the door opening again. My body trembled uncontrollably as I heard Mandy introducing me to her third piece of property. What the hell? She not only considered my daughter as her property, but she had at least one male also doing her bidding, and god knows the sex of the third person. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? I wanted to scream for his other person to release me, but her warnings couldn’t be forgotten for a moment. It would kill me if the kids found out what I had been doing.

Mandy told me that her “minion” was there to service me and that he was also not allowed to talk. I could hear clothes being removed. I began to figure it out that she wasn’t going to be leaving as I had assumed and instead would be standing there watching every moment of what was about to happen to me. My mind went wild knowing that my daughter’s friend was actually going to watch me getting fucked and there wasn’t a thing I could do to stop it; but worse, she was going to be orchestrating every moment. That proved correct when I felt her pushing the guy she had brought back with her onto the bed. The way his hands felt around my legs, I took comfort knowing that her other plaything had to have been blindfolded as well. His hand began running up and down my legs as if to get his balance and then I felt him lying between my legs. I hadn’t been prepared for what I saw coming next, but I don’t know any woman that wouldn’t welcome it. Sure enough, I felt what I had thought were hands feeling my mons, but soon realized that they weren’t hands feeling me, but the guy’s face. I knew because a tongue darted out to slide right up over my clitoris where I had assumed hands had been touching.

When the guy began expertly tonguing away at me, I spread my legs to enjoy his talents. I thought about how wonderful it felt and wondered why more women hadn’t decided to ensnare men for this very purpose. My body began betraying me and I began working my hips forward and up to show the guy where I needed his attention. The first time his tongue plunged into my vagina, I struggled to get it in me as far as it could reach and was met with a very enthusiastic attempt to please my needs. I knew the last thing I would beg Mandy for would be to meet this man before scurrying out of town again. Whoever he was, he was one talented man in the art of cunnilingus. The way he would nibble at my clitoris every time I put it within reach of his lips was totally awesome. And when I felt my body heaving with its first impending orgasm, he even seemed to be knowledgeable enough to detect it and worked amazingly well to help me climax. I came so hard against his efforts I should have been embarrassed over how wet his face had to get.

Mandy ordered her servant to slide up over me and work his “tiny” penis into me. That at first was a little upsetting to hear her speak to his size, but as I felt him struggling to work his cock into my vagina, I quickly saw he was well endowed and she had just belittled him. As I waited for him to do his best to enter me, my mind turned to the girl giving the orders. I could hear in her voice how turned on she was as she commanded the actions of this guy. She was telling him about how supple my skin was and how my breasts were much bigger than the ones he was use to enjoying. I felt him wiggle his chest into mine to feel for himself and pushed my chest hard against his. My nipples were hard little points and it drove me nuts trying to move them around his chest enough to get the feelings I craved. After failing to penetrate me for two minutes, I finally tried working my body around to aid him, and when I saw what it took to help him, I bucked downward to feel his very rigid cock sliding easily into me. His girth was very pleasing and as it just kept filling me up more and more, I heard myself moan with appreciation. A quick slap on my leg reminded me to remain silent and I found myself struggling to do as I had been warned.

Without use of his hands, the man felt like a giant worm trying to wiggle its way in and out of me. I saw that I needed to continue helping the poor guy out and struggled against my ropes enough to buck against him as much as I could. Finally he got situated well enough to take over on his own and I was in blissful heaven. He became a fucking piston and Mandy began narrating how the two of us were pleasing her ever so well. Oddly enough, that made me feel very good about what was happening. After all, this was supposed to be for her birthday present, so I was glad to hear she was appreciative of what she had orchestrated. Between her descriptive verbiage and my strangers amazing efforts to fuck the hell out of me, I was having a small collection of orgasms that had been a long time in coming.

I felt Mandy kneel on the bed over us and very quietly whispered directly in my ear one last warning to remain silent, no matter what. Suddenly I felt the cold steel blade of a pair of scissors running up the side of my temple. She was going allow me the privilege of seeing my lover and I was happy beyond words. I needed to know what this man looked like. I had envisioned perhaps a black man, but his scent didn’t seem to match. He had a light stubble on his face that reminded me of a brawny construction worker. I waited for the tape to be pulled from my eyes and was met with the biggest, broadest smile I had ever seen. Mandy was very proud over her efforts and so was I. Her hand was under my chin so I couldn’t look down until she allowed it. I could feel my lovers head struggling to lap at my nipples as he continued to manage a terrific fucking motion. I was coming close to my final orgasm since it was very evident that my man was in the midst of giving me his best shot. Mandy’s timing was impeccable and I motioned her a kiss and realized her smile had turned to an amazingly obvious final warning over my silence as she held a finger to her lips. I nodded my head to show I would obey her and that smile came cascading over her face once more. I was so pleased that I had been able to please her. She had gone to so much effort and trouble to achieve her perfect surprise gift and I was the one helping her collect it. Her hand slowly allowed my head to look downwards and I saw the top of my lovers head as he sucked my right nipple like a starving baby. I saw his arms were indeed trapped behind his back.

I felt myself fawning over his style and grace under such perverse circumstances as my own climax was building to a point of no return, I studied the man’s chiseled body. He was much younger than I had expected, and leaner, but so very, very efficient in the way he handled a woman’s needs. I could see he was getting ready to spend his collected wealth on me and Mandy reached down to lift his head by his hair off my breast. Her smile had turned wicked and I knew there was something incredibly dirty and wrong going on. As I started to shudder with my first wave of absolute heavenly delight, I saw why she was hoisting my lovers head. I finally saw around the duct tape covering his eyes and saw all the familiar features I had been missing. I tried gasping my hatred for what she had been doing to me, but my body was totally under my lover’s control at the moment and he was forcing me through an orgasm that a nuclear explosion couldn’t deter. Tears came flooding to my eyes as I heard the most perverted sounds of male orgasmic pleasure I had ever heard.

Time after time my lover rammed his cock full on and deep as he emptied his collection of sperm into me. There was nothing I could do to prevent this consummating event from going to its fruition. Tears ran down the side of my face and now I needed no further coercion to keep silent. I stifled my own sounds of willful climax and just watched this man as he was doing what men do, but to a level I never could have dreamed to come from this man… this boy in my eyes. Now that I knew what was going on, I was flushed with diseased feelings he was forcing me to work through. I was watching from just inches away as my son finished his required administrations to his lover; his own mother. The pride I had felt waned instantly over this man’s vitality to do as he had been commanded, and was replaced with sadness over what I had caused to be done to him. I thought about how he had tongued his own mother through a climax, and then how he had been tricked into fucking me. I mouthed the word “why” over and over to a very gleeful and sinister little bitch. She pointed almost casually towards my left and when I turned to see what she was gesturing at, I was horrified to see our video camera on a tripod catching every moment of her sick fucking plan. Her smile turned almost to a blank stare as she leaned into my ear and just barely loud enough to hear, whispered words I should have seen coming.

“You’re mine now, bitch. I own you mommy.”

Clearly there was no disputing that fact now. I was obviously getting blackmailed into servitude for her sick and extremely twisted ends. I also put it together as to why she had three such servants at her beck and call; she had my daughter, my son, and now me as her own personal playthings.

I watched as my well spent son lay upon me as he tried catching his wind. I felt so bad for him and since Mandy wasn’t busting out in a laughing fit, I guessed that she would initially keep her promise not to expose me. Now I feared more for my kids’ sake than mine. As Joey’s cock withered and fell from me, he put the side of his head to my breasts as sort of a thank you gesture for allowing him to fuck me. If he knew he had just been tricked into fucking his own mother, he would have been screaming for sure.

Mandy wasn’t finished with my introduction to the D/s life just yet. I saw her place her hand on Joey’s head and coax him downward. I watched in horror as she worked him back between my legs and actually commanded him to clean up his “bitch”. I was outraged over what she was telling him to do to me, but no matter what face or gesture I made, she had her mind made up. I closed my legs tightly to prevent his ability to get at me, but she reached out and twisted my nipple until I relented. She took way too much pleasure in forcing my son to clean up the mess he had made of me. I felt ill as he went to work doing as he had been ordered. I wondered how many times she had forced him to do this in the past since he didn’t seem to need too much coaxing. I knew he wasn’t gay and worried over the emasculation he had to be feeling as he licked away his own semen from me. This was beyond cruel as far as I was concerned. However, and quite sad to say, his efforts forced my head back into a state of acceptance. I even spread my legs a little so that he could get his tongue deeper into me. He would never know just how much his talents turned me on, or at least I prayed he would never know, but for what is was worth I relaxed as he went back to work on me. I was amazed at how driven he seemed to be over pleasing me at the direction of Mandy. He was ordered to make me cum again and since he had no way out but to comply, I closed my eyes and worked to help him finish his task as quickly as I could.

When I finally proved to Mandy’s satisfaction that he had gotten me off one more time, she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back to his feet. I watched as she helped him get his pants back on and cried to my self as she led him out the door just as she pulled the tape from around his head. A few minutes later she returned to a slurry of curses. I told her she wouldn’t get away with this, but she knew how this game was played much better than I did. I struggled to free myself, but I was tied too well. I watched her taking the tape and camera away and several minutes later she came back for the last time. I was ordered to stop insulting and threatening her as she sat next to me. I begged her to release me, instead she ran her fingers through my pubic hair over and over. She dipped her fingers into me as she continuously asked me if I liked getting broken into her world by my own son. I asked her how he was involved in all this, but she refused to tell me anything about him. She wouldn’t even tell me if he knew about Didi or if she knew about him. I was strangely comforted by the fact that she wouldn’t tell me anything, since she was also now the holder my most disgusting secret.

When she had finished toying with me, she stood at the foot of the bed and just stared at my body. When I closed my legs, she reminded me that her silence was conditional. It depended on whether or not I was still her submissive minion. She asked me to answer her by action rather than words to show her I understood her message. I figured out what she meant and slowly opened my legs for her to see my shameful display. When she wanted a better offering, I got the hint and actually asked her to come closer to me. Somehow I managed to find the words to invite her to sit on my face again. I saw the only way out for the time being was to placate her sick desires and she had taken great pleasure in doing that to me earlier. I dug as deep into my soul as I could to muster for the person she wanted me to be and was surprised at how well I did.

As Mandy worked her lovely legs around my head again, I saw her well shaven lips were glistening over how much fun my son and I had provided her. I felt so guilty as I began licking my tongue through her folds almost as if I was robbing a child of her innocence, but after what she had done to us, she was anything but innocent. As I worked to pleasure her, she told me of what exactly she expected of me. She continued promising me that as long as I pleased her, she would hold true to her word and never reveal our new relationship to my kids. But she left no question as to my role in all this. I was nothing more than another submissive in her life to toy with and she expected me to cave in to my new station in life quickly. I promised to try my hardest to keep her happy and even asked how I could prove to her I wouldn’t be a threat to her.

“Ahh, good question mommy. That’s exactly where I was headed next. You see, when a Dominate such as myself decides to take over a submissive, they have to make the point clear to them right off. I have a special way of doing that that leaves no mistake over who’s in charge.” I was puzzled over what she was talking about and she saw it in my face. “You want to see it? Doesn’t matter, you’re going to anyway.”

I watched as she sat up on her knees and towered several inches over my head. That glint of superiority was back in her eyes as she continued telling me how she planned on dominating me.

“You see, the best way for you to accept my place over you is to suffer humiliation at my hands. I lay claim to my subs by doing the nastiest thing one might expect from someone that is about to claim their freewill. I’m going to piss on you so that you understand my control over you. This time you won’t have anything to say about it, but in the future you won’t be tied down and will simply have to accept your fate.”

There was no way she would do that to me. I have never heard of anything that disgusting, but her voice seemed so sincere as she ordered me to stop whining. When I began to protest again, she smiled down at me and I saw she was really trying to start doing it to me. When I saw her gushing out pee that first time, she was right. I felt humiliated and thoroughly owned by this bitch of a kid. She stopped as soon as she began and I begged her to stop doing this to me. She repeated this task several times as I sputtered through her fluid attacks on me. And then she told me that she knew how to keep my mouth shut. As I watched her start one last time, she made sure to soak my face and then sat down over my mouth. She reached behind herself and grabbed my nipple so hard I cried out and was ordered to hold my mouth open as she continued drowning me in her urine. My mouth filled quickly and the rest flowed out and around my face and neck. I fought with all my strength to keep from swallowing any of it. She had been very correct as far as how I felt about my role. There was no way to stop her from laying claim to me in this way and all I could do was work through the humiliation. When she was finally through stealing my innocence from me, she got off my face and allowed me to spit it out of my mouth. Her taste was overpowering to say the least. The bedding was soaked all around me and I begged again to be released. After I swore I would be faithful to her, she finally began untying the ropes.

I sat upright and began wiping her pee from my body and my tears changed direction to fall off my face. I couldn’t help from stealing glimpses of her pleased look as she watched my mind slowly wrap around the truth that I had been laid claim to, I was now owned by another human being; and a very young one at that. I buried my face in a dry part of the bedding and realized I was trying to hide my shame from her. I was finally coming to terms with what this petite bitch had done to me. I couldn’t escape the fact that her urinating on me really had said it all – I was hers now, at least for the time being. I knew I had to at least play the part she craved to see, and I finally looked her straight in the eyes as I searched for a way to satisfy her needs to know I would be a good girl so as to prevent her from punishing my kids. I worked through my mind as to how best to do that and when she responded with her sickeningly sweet smile again, I knew I had found the best way.

“Happy birthday, Mistress Mandy. Was it as fun as you expected it would be?”

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