Mandy’s Toy

Part 2

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.

The second I was out of that little bitch’s sight I wanted to shove a screw driver through the side of my head. What in the world had I done? What in the world did Mandy plan on doing to me, or worse, my kids? It proved to be a very long three hour drive back to my new house. My emotions ranged from everything between abject fear and absolute euphoria. At one moment I was praying that neither my son Joey nor his younger sister Kate would ever find out what had happened in that motel. The next thought would be a sickeningly disgusting thought about how I had felt during one of the better moments of my induction into Mandy’s little cult. My kids would just want to shrivel up and die away if they knew what had gone on.

If it wasn’t bad enough that I had fallen into what had clearly been a trap to ensnare me as her newest conquest, that first moment when I realized the man fucking away at me was actually my own son was enough to drive me insane. How does a woman rationalize going from a total state of carnal pleasure to making sense that it was her own son performing that task? I weighed the visions I had just before Mandy had cut away my blindfold. I had been elated over the pick of guy she had chosen to show me what my own daughter had been going through and was even becoming rather appreciative of her efforts to do that for me. I had envisioned a much older man than what it turned out to be because the guy was so wonderfully talented. It seemed that I was truly in the hands of a D/s master by the way he knew all the intimate places of a woman’s body so well. Even though I was thinking of my own son, I had to feel some measure of pride in what he had learned through his short twenty years when it came to pleasing a woman. Any girl would have to be proud to have such a virile and manly acting boy escorting her through life.

Then a very ugly thought intruded into my brain; if Mandy was this manipulative with me, had she also done something as twisted as this to my little girl. A second thought trounced through my head that could she have even used Joey in the same way to screw his own sister? My god, my poor son! What would happen to him if he ever found out what that little bitch had been doing to him? How disgusted would he be to know that he had pleasured his own mother? At least if he had been forced or tricked into doing that same thing to Kate, incest between brother and sister isn’t all that uncommon and he could probably deal with that much easier. But if he ever found out what he had been tricked into doing with me, I feared for his mental well being.

With every mile down the road, I hated Mandy even more than the one before. This had all started out as nothing more than to show me what Mandy had been doing with my daughter involving the D/s life. I wanted, I needed to know what she was going through and that she was safe. I remembered the slaps I had received across my legs and thighs and thought about how that was very mild considering what I had been imagining before today. I eventually decided that physically both my kids were probably quite safe, but it was their mental health that tore me apart with worry. I couldn’t help but wonder what they knew of each other and if they had even been intimate. I snickered to myself when I thought about how Kate could have done much worse in having a stranger next to what I had bourn witness to myself with her brother. Did I really just placate my fears with a humorous speculation like that?

I’m not sure what turned my attention to the dark side of life, but maybe it was the whiff of remaining scent of Mandy that I caught as air blew around the car that turned my scrutiny of this situation into sick lust. I couldn’t deny, at least to myself, that there were things that had happened this night that I would long remember in a much different way. After all, how many women ever got the chance to perform oral sex on such an exquisitely young and beautifully hot girl like Mandy? Even the prior week I had envied my daughter for having fell into such a catch. At the time I believed it was more a lesbian thing than anything else, but now I understood how being under Mandy’s spell played a much larger role than any sex that could have been involved. Was that why Kate, and even Joey for that matter, seemed to mature so rapidly over the past few months? Had Mandy brought that all about? Whatever was going on with that, I couldn’t get the speculation in my head to stop over having put myself in the very position that Kate had obviously been in before. Remembering how Mandy had so thoroughly consumed my mind and body as I was trussed to the bedposts and she sat upon my face, forced me to snicker again, because once again Kate could have done much worse in that area, as well. I had all but forgotten how wonderfully intoxicating and nasty it had felt to have my face buried in another woman’s crotch, so to have been between the legs of such a hot little vixen held promise of many a moment of self pleasuring for me in the future.

That was all the inspiration I could take. I found myself steering into the rest area I was about to pass at the cost of nearly causing an accident while switching lanes at the last moment. There was a part of me that wanted to throw up over what I was planning, but I needed relief so badly that I just couldn’t escape what my body was demanding of me. I pulled into a parking spot away from any other cars and reached for the blanket I kept in the backseat. I used it to cover my body as if I were taking a quick nap, took a look around to make sure no one was in sight, and undid the snap on my skirt. I buried one hand between my legs and ran the other up under my top and bra to manipulate my breasts in time to my other fingers. I truly felt sick over what I was doing.

As most of my fantasies played out when I diddled myself, I would work feverishly to remember every detail of the experience I was focused on in the order they occurred, and this time proved no different. I started out with the twisted anticipation I had felt as I was driving in the other direction. Even though I was sure I was going to blow off Mandy and her invitation to a free and anonymous fuck from some stranger, I also knew it had been a very long time and my body craved for a good lay more than my mind. The thrill I got when I saw Mandy sitting by the roadside waiting for me really kicked in my sensations of lust for that little girl. If I knew how beautiful of a pert and well shaved pussy she had, I probably would have tried to hit on her instead of allowing her to do as she had planned. When she had ordered me to strip for her, I remembered the tingling I felt in my clitoris and her powerfully commanding voice that forced me to obey her. But it was getting tied to the bedposts that really sent shivers through me now. That feeling of helplessness over being restrained was beyond comparison for me. I’ve always believed that every woman secretly desired being in that position at least once just for the raw feeling of being used for the gratification of some man. That was the first time I had her in my face and despite truly trying to fight her off me, there was something so wonderfully inviting about that girl’s crotch that simply electrified me. I dwelled on how smooth she had felt to my face and tongue as I had sampled her during our struggle. I would never get that first scent of her most private area out of my mind.

I had a small orgasm when I played through my mind what it did to me to have Mandy tearing away my skirt and then my panties to leave me bare to her sight. I had a full mound of pubic hair I had caught her gazing over, and the way she studied my much fuller breasts than what she had was teasingly sinful to my present state. As I began working my body into a second orgasm, my mind turned towards my male lover. I tried ever so hard to keep the fact that it was my son out of the picture since at the time I had no idea who he was, and relished the feelings he tormented me with as he worked his way over my body. He had proven to be a true expert at eating pussy and for a fleeting moment I considered how and who he had learned such proficiency with along his sexual education. I remembered how at one point he had pushed his chest hard against mine to feel what my breasts were like and how I had indulged his efforts by pushing them back against him. I tried as hard as my restraints would allow to tease him with my hardened nipples.

I thought about how frigging full I felt as he worked diligently to fuck me after I was well aware that he had to have had his hands tied behind him. I had tried my best to help him until I saw that my efforts were no longer needed. I thought for sure I was going to have a second orgasm as I remembered how hard his semen seemed to ejaculate into my body, but my fantasies turned pure evil when I realized there was one last more titillating thought I wanted to enjoy; the moment I became aware of who my son was and what had actually been going on. I shuddered so hard the blanket began falling away from my chest and if anyone had of been watching what I was doing, they would have seen my hand rubbing my boobs and nipples menacingly under my clothes.

My session wasn’t yet complete and even though I couldn’t put my finger on what kept driving me onto a third orgasm, I kept working my clitoris and delving my fingers into my slit. I had become a mad woman in lust for that final massive orgasm that my body was demanding of me. I worked frantically to restore my thoughts to what Mandy had put me through after leading Joey away from the motel room. She had such total control over me and just knowing that she now had a video tape of my son fucking me was causing me such sensations that my body was vibrating. I momentarily envied Kate again for being so close to this girl so as to feel her magic of control everyday. I remembered how she had commanded me to refer to her as Mistress Mandy and reveled in her awesome power of mind manipulation. And when I tried placating her desires by inviting her to sit on my face a second time, I could now admit to my self that it had been just as much for my pleasure as hers. I may never have gotten the chance to taste her again and wanted so badly to have those memories for moments just like this. I could feel my body growing into my third orgasm and realized it was over her controlling ways more than anything to do with sex that was inspiring me. And that was when it hit me; the reason I knew I had to cum one last time. I wouldn’t be finished; I wouldn’t be fulfilled until I relived what she had done to me that final moment of control.

I frigged my clitoris hysterically until I knew I was ready to relive that wildest of all moments from the night. My hips were bucking into the steering wheel as I twisted my left nipple so hard I thought it would burst. And when I knew I could hold back no longer, I remembered that most significant act that drove me fucking wild. Mandy had been absolutely right when she explained why she was doing it to me; it was totally humiliating and had no dubious meaning to it whatsoever. She was taking title over me just as if she had purchased a new car. When I saw in my memories that first spurt of her pee raining towards my face, I had to muffle the screams coming from me as the most massive orgasm I had had in years rippled through my body. My body was on fire with electric sensations and it was all I could do to keep from screaming out loud. I took a hard breath as my body fell back to my seat and I realized for the first time that something huge had happened to me just now. As wrong as it all was and as depraved as all the implications suggested; there was something I really wanted to explore with Mandy as her new submissive. I knew right then that I was going to have to beg her to keep our affair secret so that we could further explore what she had tricked me into becoming for her. I felt sweat trickling down between my breasts as I realized I had become her property, and there was something overly intoxicating about that awakening.

By the time I arrived home, I was a mental mess of emotions. I knew what society demanded of me, but I also knew what I was going to do; and those two things were directly opposite of one another. I wanted to call her, but I knew I would only come off as too needy and knew I would have to wait for her to call me again. I had no idea when that would be, but after pondering what I knew about her now, I figured she would want to gloat over what she had done to me sooner than later.

I guess things really hit me hard when a female coworker shot me a knowing smile the next morning. She was the only one that had known I was heading for a blind date on Friday, but it was her statement to me that told me I wasn’t hiding very much. All she had to say was, “I see you got a little something, you haven’t smiled like that since you came here”, that reinforced in me that I was a trapped animal. By the time I got home, I was praying that Mandy would call me. It had been three torturous days of waiting to hear her voice so that I could begin begging her sworn secrecy yet again. I also knew it would be almost painful trying to conceal from her my real thoughts over what I wanted to come from her lips. I had masturbated daily over what she had done to me and I needed to hear from her mouth what she now intended to happen between us.

It was going onto eight at night before the phone finally rang. When I heard her voice I quivered in anticipation over what her words would hold for me, but was shocked when she instantly went into a theater of descriptions as she informed me of something I was totally taking by surprise over.

“Aweee, you should see her. Didi is in that same position you were in just the other night. She’s so beautiful, just lying there with her arms tied off and her legs spread for me to see that exquisite little pussy of hers. You know, I had her shave it for me tonight and she’s as bald as a six year old again. Damn she’s so fucking inviting this way.”

I tried to cut her off as it seemed so wrong for her to be talking about Kate this way to me, and how could she feel knowing that she was being talked about in such a way. I prayed Mandy was toying with the both of us and hadn’t told her who was on the phone. I soon learned that Kate also was blindfolded as I had been and that she had her earphones on listening to music. When I was finally allowed to talk, I immediately begged Mandy to keep our secret and was mildly cursed out over my insubordination. I tried to figure out what she was driving at until it came back to me.

“Please, Mistress Mandy, please swear to me that they’ll never find out about us and what you did. I swear, I’ll be good and do as you say.” I felt rather clever in how I had combined my plea for her integrity with my invitation for her to use me again in the future. I would soon find out that that was the very purpose for her phone call.

“Will you stop worrying, you little bitch! You know the deal; you’re not a little kid. Stop fucking whining and start worrying about how you’re going to live up to being my loyal servant. You’re a hell of a woman, mommy, and I wouldn’t do anything to make you mad at me over the way I treat Fag and Didi.”

Fag? Who the hell was she referring to as Fag? I knew her penchant for naming her “property” with embarrassing names, but did she have someone new she was referring to in that way? And then it hit me; she was calling my son Fag. My first instinct was to fight her over that, but I feared it could get worse for him. I knew he was way too macho to be gay and that name had to destroy his manhood. But as a mother of two I knew about choosing my battles and had to wait until we met again to beg her to change his name. I had assumed that she was the one that had come up with the name Jojo since it held a dubious connotation to it; that I could live with at least.

I was about to ask her to stop referring to me as “mommy”. I found it creepy on so many levels. But she cut me off when she went on to tell me to listen carefully. I heard her put the phone down and prayed that I wasn’t about to hear any screams coming from my daughter. But as I listened carefully for any telling detail of what might be happening to Kate, I began putting everything together. Mandy was putting my sweet little girl through the exact performance she had used with me. My body shook all over when I remembered what that entailed and just then I heard her telling “Fag” in the background to begin his duty. A few minutes later I could hear the phone getting picked up and begged her not to allow that to happen. Her first words pacified some of my fears over what she began doing to me.

“Don’t worry, mommy, I put headphones on your little lover, too. Neither of them can hear anything we talk about, so sit back and enjoy yourself as I describe to you what’s going on. And one more thing, and this is an absolute order, I want you to play with yourself as I tell you about it. You understand me, bitch? You wouldn’t want me to remove their headphones now, would you?”

I begged her not to reveal my audible presence and promised her that I would do as she told me. I tried again to get her to stop her antics, but was hushed with more intimidating threats of exposure. From there, this little hellcat took great pleasure in tormenting my mind as she gave a very detailed description of what my son was doing to his sister. At first I pretended to be doing as she had instructed, but this little cunt had some frigging hold over me that eventually won over my own sense of decency, and I began rubbing my crotch through my pants. It didn’t take long before I had actually bared my bottom as I sat on the phone listening to her describe what was going on.

Just how sick did I have to be to be getting off on knowing what was happening between my kids? I revealed just how sick I was when Mandy paused too long and I found myself asking what was going on at that moment. That was a very telling slip for Mandy and she made a verbal note of it to me. A while later, I guess I had made an audible sound that told her I was indeed getting off on what was happening and she began ordering me to tell her what was happening with me. At first I was shy beyond belief, but as I found her growing more excited about how I was involving myself in my kids performance, I went into such a nasty world of descriptions of my own. I went way over the line when just as I was about to climax; I had a desperate need for one final interaction to push me over the top and asked her to demand my son to throttle his sister’s pussy. I knew that was impossible since he had the headphones on, but I really think I said it more to illicit a response in Mandy.

“How sweet, mommy, he’s about to splatter her with his seed. And here you are about to join them. You sick little fucker; I love that.”

She was right, and the second my body stopped vibrating I felt as guilty as any person should. Now that I had climaxed, what I heard was far less intriguing for me and I felt so bad for what was happening to my kids. The only consolation to me was that neither of them knew who the other was and that meant this was no more than a great roll in the hay for the both of them. And I had found out first hand just how wonderful that had to feel to the both of them.

When the sex had ended and Mandy had assured me that she hadn’t revealed to Didi that it had been her brother fucking her, I felt satisfied that her pleasure was over. But not quite! As I stayed on the line to hear Mandy escorting my son from the room, I wondered if they were in the same motel room I had been in. I wondered what had happened to that plain vanilla life of mine and where it had gone, and then I heard Mandy returning to the room.

“Well, so much for enjoying yourself. Did you have a good time?”

I knew I had to answer her in the way she wanted, and answered, “Yes, Mistress Mandy, I had a good time. Thank you!”

“There’s just one thing left to do. Can you guess what that is? Listen carefully now.”

I heard her and the phone moving along until I realized she was getting on the bed. I assumed that she was going to feed herself to my daughter as she had done to me, but as I listened I understood she was removing her blindfold and headphones. I was about to die when I heard Kate ask about who was on the phone, but relieved to hear Mandy tell her it was just some guy named Jacob. I had no idea who Jacob was, but it didn’t seem to bother my little girl at all. I heard a lot of rustling on the bed and figured Mandy was getting into position over Kate’s face and in my twisted mind, I began feeling the heat well up in me again knowing that my daughter was about to experience a very delightful treat, at least the way I had come to think of it. She would have to love Mandy’s smooth bottom nestling over her mouth to be licked away. I was in for the surprise of my life.

I heard Kate begging, “Please, no, not here. You’ll get the bed all wet.”

I was shocked to hear that Mandy was clearly going to enforce her dominance over my daughter in the very way she had done to me. There was no mistaking the splattering and gasping for air that I was hearing. Mandy was reinforcing her claim over my girl and there was something in the guttural moans I heard that told me this wasn’t something new to Kate. Her cry to save the bedding should have told me that she knew what was coming for her. I think what bothered me the most was when I heard Mandy demanding Kate to open her mouth and remembered the feelings that had left in me. It was a humiliating act for sure, but I also remembered how it had so clearly presented the situation as it was; Mandy was the dominant girl in control, and Kate was being shown her place as Mandy’s submissive.

Mandy soon lifted the phone and said, “Friday night, the same place, at six o’clock sharp. Don’t piss me off!” She hung up the phone without me having a single chance to refuse her appointment. I was left to reminisce over the events of the night, and what might be coming for me at the end of the week. I was totally freaking out over what to expect, and delighted at the same time that she would want me as her plaything again. It felt good to be needed by anyone these days as I had felt so isolated in my new home. Still, this was all such a sick perversion at best, and worse, probably even violated many laws on incest.

The rest of the week dragged by ever so slowly that I was left dumbfounded. I found myself either worrying over what was happening to my kids, worrying about them finding out about me, or sadly, wondering what was heading my way. I knew I would be keeping my appointment with Mandy; however I was going to have to make a point to her immediately that Kate and Joey had to be kept out of our affair. It was just too sick for me to allow that continue any further. I was their mother and had no place being in their sexual business, especially when I was involved in it.

I was on pins and needles by Friday afternoon and had packed a small bag to take along with me. I had no idea how long I would be expected to stay and thought it wise to take along some spare clothes after my indoctrinating event. The drive back to my old home was a long one that left me more concerned over what was going to happen to me rather than getting caught playing on the wrong side of the street. I knew I was going to go along with the program, so slowly my fear over Mandy letting on to my participation was waning. The closer I got to the motel, the more anxious I was to find out what would be happening to me. Despite the entanglements of the prior week, I had come away from it with the most excited stance towards sex I had had since I was in my teens. That was what Mandy brought to the table and knowing that I would get another shot at having her as my playmate kept me wetter than a flowing river. I was sure she wouldn’t tempt fate a second time and expected little more from her this time than some interlude between the two of us. Perhaps that stranger she had spoken of might be involved, but to be quite honest, I was approaching my destination more for a chance to enjoy my new friend than any guy. I wasn’t gay, but touching this girl younger than my own daughter was the epitome of the forbidden fruit. I needed a bite at that apple again.

That last mile was the hardest; that was when my doubts began taking over. I was visibly shaking at the wheel when I saw Mandy sitting on the guardrails again waiting for me. If there was any doubt as to why I was here, it vanished instantly when I saw her big, bright smile upon seeing me. She had her backpack with her again and just as the last time, she guided me to the rear of the motel. But this time before she hopped out of the car I managed to grab her arm and speak to her.

“Mandy, wait… we have to talk a minute. I need to know that you aren’t going to involve my kids anymore. You have to promise me that; and I can’t just walk in there blindly a second time. I need to know something about what’s going to happen first.”

She grinned another evil smile at me, lifted my hand off her arm, and raised her eyebrow over my insolence toward her.

“Mommy, you’re worrying me. I expected that with your experience that you would know already what was happening to you. You’re my bitch and you’ll do my bidding… whatever it may be. Have I hurt you yet? Have I exposed you to Didi or Fag? I’ve kept up my end of the bargain so far and you’ll keep up yours. Let’s face it, girl, you know better than anyone what I’m getting out of this and you know how this stuff works. I expect to keep you as my party girl for a good long time and not holding up my end of things to keep you safe and secret… well, that just won’t happen.”

She began digging through her pack and brought out a VHS tape and handed it to me. She told me to put it under my seat and as I did, she informed me that it was my copy of the last party night. I noticed the title written in on the label stated ‘Mandy’s 18^th Bday’. I began trying to relate my fear of what she might have planned for me and asked if we would ever get a chance to just talk to each other to make me feel better about what was going on between us. I guess she took pity on me and told me that we would talk the next day. I was pleased to see she asked me if I had planned for a longer stay and I gestured to my overnight bag in the backseat. She smiled and proclaimed, “See, you look ahead. I like that. I also like knowing that you wanted to be closer to your Mistress this time. I think it was probably the peeing thing that made you want to get home so quickly last time, huh?”

I dropped my head over the embarrassment of her statement and nodded my head. I saw her hand come under my chin to lift my head and she said, “Don’t be embarrassed. You understand why I had to do that to you, right? I mean, how could you be sure you really belonged to me if I didn’t claim you that way?”

I nodded my head again because she was exactly right. That act did hammer home her point in a way no one could deny.

“You do understand, don’t you, that you belong to me now?”

My jaw quivered at hearing such truthful words and I finally managed to utter the words, “Yes, Mistress Mandy.”

She leaned into my face and gave me a huge kiss that lasted several seconds. I was afraid that someone might see us doing that and flinched away from her hold of my chin. But her touch was unimaginably hot to me. She had been chewing gum and tasted heavenly. She was indeed the forbidden fruit. Mandy playfully slapped my knee and said it was time to get “this show on the road”, and I walked feebly beside her through the door to another motel room. I breathed a sigh of relief to see we were alone and as soon as the door closed behind us, I was backed into the wall as she attacked my face with hers and groped every part of my body as we kissed.

Mandy kept making a point of my advanced years over hers and that seemed to be her main focus as to why she wanted me in the first place. Maybe she had a thing for older women? I guessed that she sought to thwart my greater life experience with her own zest for grotesque regimens of sexual play and endurance. I had more first hand experience, but she had a sex drive unlike any male. One thing was certain to me; she loved to be a voyeur over her commandeered acts and that seemed to be her real thrill. When she finally pulled away from me, she began unbuttoning my blouse. It was surreal seeing her tiny hands working to bare my breasts for her gaze. As soon as she had tugged my bra away from my arms, she stood back and stared at my breasts. She leaned over and suckled at my nipples and palmed my breasts to savor me, and I loved it.

After pulling away from me a little between each suckling motion, she asked, “Do you like sucking your Mistresses cunt?”

I couldn’t lie and answered, “Yes, Mistress Mandy, I do. Do you want me to do that now for you?”

“Anxious fucking slut, aren’t you? Yes, but not until I work your senses to the bone. You see, depriving individual senses from their normal duties, heightens all the other senses greatly. Go get the tape out of my pack and cover your eyes well for me.

Mandy sat on the bed as I did as instructed and trembled as I worked to get the duct tape to wrap around my head several times before ripping the roll away from me. I noticed immediately how losing my eyesight had sent a wave of shivers through my lower regions. I was excited to know I was about to taste my Mistress again in just moments and as I stood there waiting for her further instructions I suddenly felt my skirt getting tugged down over my hips. I stood stoically with my hands hanging at my side as she went back for my underwear. I wanted to reach out and place her hand over my vulva, but I knew it wasn’t my place to convey my wants to her as she was the one clearly in charge of me.

I felt her fingers grazing my full pubic hair repeatedly and then her fingers sliding easily into my wetted hole to tease me. When I felt her fingers come to my mouth, I didn’t hesitate to lick at them to prove I would do her bidding as indicated. I felt her pushing me to my knees and heard her going through her pack again. In moments I felt her placing a fur-lined handcuff on my right wrist and it was pulled behind me. When it was held there for a moment, I understood she wanted me to present my other wrist so as to hand my self over to her. I did it and felt my freedom to protest her treatment melt away as my hands were bound together. She toyed with my breasts again and then I felt her placing something around my neck. I nearly fainted when I realized she was placing a dog collar on me. That was so wonderfully humiliating for me, and as demeaning as it might be, it instilled my place before her. I felt her clip a lead to my collar and she gave it a tug to ensure I knew it was there.

I have to get ready for you. It’s been hours since I showered, so I’m going to go get freshened up and you stay right here on your knees. When I’m ready to have my cunt pleasured, I’ll tug on your leash and I want you to crawl up on the bed between my legs; and be prepared to lavish me with your efforts for hours. You understand your instructions, mommy?”

“Yes, I…”

My leash was suddenly snapped hard and she spat out, “Not another word from you, understand? I’m going to lie down there and I want you to get to work on me and if you make another sound, you’ll get the most severe punishment imaginable. You got me, woman?”

I nodded my head quickly. I knew better than to test her idea of punishment. Plus, there was no way to forget what she held over my head. I was sort of put off by her referring to me as a woman. Yes, I was, but her tone made it sound quite belittling to me. I assumed she was putting my mind into the role of a sex slave unworthy of her, and she might just be right about that. The last thing she did to me was to spray me with perfume. It was a pleasant, yet youthful scent that she told me she liked and wanted to have in her nose as I pleased her. I heard her go off to the bathroom and soon the shower turned on. I figured I had several minutes at least to wait for her and sat on the backs of my feet. A minute later I was slapped hard against my ass and it was Mandy correcting my kneeling position. She didn’t like me taking leave of the position she had left me in, so I immediately rose back to my knees and waited for my tug on the leash. I had no idea where she learned such mastery skills from, but she was proving to be a very skillful dominatrix.

I heard the shower turn off and a minute later she came back into the room. I heard the bed squeaking gently and then a tug came on my leash. I decided that as long as I had a dog collar on that I should stay close to the floor and walked on all fours until I got to the bed and got up just enough to lean over the bed. I fell forward and felt her feet and kissed at them to humble myself before her. I decided to lick my way up her legs slowly until I got to my reward and she seemed pleasantly pleased with my efforts. As my nose approached her heavenly scent, I lapped around the outer folds of her vulva and she twisted under my touch. I soon found out that she was more sensitive to my touch when on her back and her legs wrapped around my head trying to control how I went at her. Her lips were smooth as a baby’s bottom and her labia nicely wetted in anticipation of my first foray into her bottom. My tongue slid easily into her and I received the tiniest moan of acceptance from her. I bit at her clitoris with my lips and her hips bucked wildly. I was amazed at how sensitive she was this time. I guess she really was prepared for a lengthy tongue lashing from me.

Mandy’s’ legs wrapped tighter around my head trying to get me away from her clitoris and I obliged for a few moments as I worked my tongue back between her creases to savor her taste again. I couldn’t believe how frigging wet she was after just a couple of minutes, but I did pride myself at providing oral sex; whether to a man or woman. Perhaps I was outdoing myself this time since Mandy’s fantastically smooth lips were spiking my desire to eat every bit of her up. The rawness of her most intimate flesh was driving me wild for more of her and I guess my passion for eating her was clear, but for all the wrong reasons.

I suddenly felt a nude form working its way over my back and pinning me between Mandy’s legs. I tried understanding what was going on and who this other person might be, and then it came to me in an instant when I heard Mandy whispering in my ear, “Keep going, or I’ll remove her blindfold.”

My tongue froze and then I heard a second warning to expose me. I knew right then what I had actually been doing all along and once again I had fallen prey to her twisted bag of tricks. I flashed back to a few days earlier and remembered what she had told me and realized the smooth lips I had my face buried in was every bit as sinful as what she had done to me the last time. Now she had tricked me into lapping away at my own daughter and I wanted to scratch her eyes out. My fear over being exposed gradually overcame my revulsion and I slowly continued licking the labia in front of me. I felt the metal edge of scissors once again and as she cut the tape away from my eyes, I looked up to see in fact that it had been Kate receiving my actions all along. She wasn’t tied to the bedposts, but her hands were tied together over her head and she was holding them there under Mandy’s orders.

As Mandy pulled the tape away from my hair, Kate began tugging at my head with her legs, trying to get me to go back to the enthusiastic level I had started out with, but this was my daughter. How in the world could I continue? I felt ill, but Mandy had her head pressed against the side of my face and began warning me over and over how I wouldn’t want her to remove my daughter’s tape as well. I looked up to see the most bliss-filled face ever. I wasn’t sure if she thought I was Mandy, some man, or some other woman. I would guess that she had felt my long hair on her legs and assumed I was at least a female. I paused just long enough to shoot a hateful look Mandy’s way to see her return with that wicked smile of hers.

“Look at her, mommy; she wants her mommy to finish her off. Now make her scream like a banshee and I’ll take her away. One more act of disobedience, and off comes her blindfold. I looked up again to make sure she had headphones on and could only muster, “Please, don’t do this to us.”

When Mandy sat up and headed for my daughter’s head, I quickly relented and began running my tongue through her folds again and closed my eyes. Somehow, I was going to have to get through this. Performing cunnilingus on my own little girl had never even entered my wildest fantasy, but now I was stuck doing the most sinful thing imaginable. When I noticed the look of displeasure over my still somewhat lackadaisical actions, I quickly nibbled at Kate’s clitoris again. My daughter’s legs wrapped around my head again and seeing that she was so easily provoked, I went back to closing my eyes and pretending that it was Mandy on the receiving end. I was soon fighting Kate’s bucking hips in an effort to force her to cum for me. I wanted this over and now. Since I had already sized up what appeared to be most effective, I put all my efforts into those talents and worked feverishly to make her cum. I guess it worked pretty well and she was soon holding her bottom in the air trying to get away from my tongue. It was nearly impossible to keep close enough to her so that she couldn’t overcome my desires any longer than necessary and when I heard her shriek in a muffled way, I knew I was about finished.

Kate’s entire bottom shivered in orgasm and I wanted to make sure Mandy couldn’t say I hadn’t done my best, so I kept after her until she finally turned to her side to get away from me. I sat back and with a nasty look, told Mandy I had held up my end of things and I wanted us separated immediately. She proved true to her word and began pulling at Kate’s arms to sit her up. I saw her raise my daughter’s headphones and tell her to thank me, and she led her head towards mine. One look told me what was expected of me, so when Kate fumbled trying to find my head, and thus my lips, I kissed her. Kate must have been very pleased herself, because she forced her tongue into my mouth and I had all I could do to keep from screaming. Mandy pulled her away from me and led her to the bathroom. Evidently, that was where Kate had been hidden as Mandy began preparing me. I happened to turn around and saw that damn camera of mine once again catching every detail of my humiliation and incestuous affair. I cursed the day I bought that damn thing.

I also cursed Mandy unmercifully the minute she came back to me and was met with further warnings over what she could do to me. Her final words on the subject pleased me for the moment, but she wasn’t about to release me as I had demanded.

“It’s all over mommy, don’t worry about it now. Just behave and you’ll get through this just as you did with Fag. I promise, I won’t force you to do anything with them again… unless of course, you decide you want to.”

I agreed that it hadn’t better happen again and that I would never willingly do something with either of my kids. As well, I couldn’t stand her taunts over my son anymore and demanded, “Stop calling him that! You have any idea how emasculating that has to be for him. You should know better than anyone that he’s all man when it comes to sex.”

I guess her returned smile should have told me something, but I was in a rage and didn’t catch it. Instead, I was pulled up to the headboard of the bed and Mandy produced a second pair of handcuffs which she snapped onto my right wrist. She forced my arms behind me until they were stretched to reach the bedpost and secured one wrist there with the second cuff. I could tell she was unlocking one of the cuffs and saw she was going to tether me spread eagled again. The moment I felt my half freedom, I whipped my left arm around to grab at Mandy, but she was ready for my fight and grabbed my cuffed wrist quickly. I put up a gallant fight, but eventually she won out and she tugged my arm out to secure it.

“What now? Haven’t you had your fun? Can’t you just release me, please?”

“Not quite yet, bitch. I have someone else coming by to meet you. You’ll like him. He’s an artist and gets off on doing things to women like you. You’d better behave, or you’ll be watching Didi get raped by him right in front of you, not to mention what else I might do.”

I was ordered to keep my mouth shut and watched as she went off to the bathroom again. I prayed she wouldn’t bring Kate back with her, but when she returned with a bowl of water and shaving gear, I knew what this little monster planned on doing to me. She pulled my legs apart and placed the bowl between them, wetted my pubic area and then sprayed some shaving lather on me. I guess the bush she had toyed with earlier hadn’t been as pleasing to her as I had thought. I watched as she carefully shaved me nearly as bald as she and Kate. I was puzzled when she dried me off and told me how she much preferred me with my bush. So why had she removed it?

After putting away her shaving stuff and toyed with my newly exposed mons area, she began telling me how much she appreciated my efforts with Kate, and Fag. I wanted to spit in her face the second I heard her refer to him that way again, but I kept quiet since it seemed to sooth her commanding ways. I switched my mind over to hoping that she would elaborate on the guy she had said was coming and what her plans for me might be, but she avoided the subject. Instead she talked about how well my training was coming along. And now that I knew of my kids in the most intimate of ways, she was going to move onto other areas that would please her. She asked me several pointed questions as to whether I was going to remain faithful to her and I had to assure her that I would, and that really seemed to quiet her down. As a matter of fact, she began making out with me. It didn’t take long to forget what she had tricked me into doing, as her hands were eliciting the wildest sensations from my newly shaved pubic area. She seemed to constantly want me to declare my loyalty for her and promised me that as soon as I “came around” to understanding the full extent of her power, that things would be easier for me. I loved hearing that and decided that honey would taste better than bitter apples to her.

Her fingers were beginning to cause an involuntary orgasm to approach and when she saw what was happening, she made me beg her to finish getting me to climax. I did just that and even struggled to reach forward enough to kiss her deeply until my bottom lit up. This fucking kid was driving me out of my mind. One minute she was tormenting the hell out of me, and the next, making me feel like the most heavenly princess in the world. We were locked in a very passionate kiss when a knock at the door made me jump out of my skin. The next part of her planned night for me was at hand and I saw her running to answer the door. She invited the guy in and when he saw me splayed across the headboard buck naked, his smile seemed as evil as Mandy’s had been earlier. A small bag in his hand worried me and I snapped my legs together since just having been shaved bald, I already felt more naked than ever.

“Well, well, this must be my next victim. Are you sure she’s under control?”

I cringed at the word “victim” and figured he was jesting about my incapacitation. But then Mandy replied, “She’s fine; she won’t breathe a word about it. And I decided I want a tiny little heart under the words.”

What in the hell was she talking about? I watched as the guy moved the end table closer to the bottom of the bed and put a leather satchel on it. As he emptied the contents out, I saw what he was there to do to me. While he prepared his tools, Mandy brought over a plastic table cloth and began working it under my shoulders. I understood that the guy was a tattoo artist, but I really didn’t want him placing any obvious tattoos anywhere that would be hard to hide; such as around my neck.

The guy looked up and commented, “Nice collar, you walk her in the dog park lately?”

Mandy tugged at my collar and responded with, “Oh, this little thing. Not yet, it’s just to make a point to her.” She turned to face me and asked, “I think the man would like it better if he heard you ask for his services.” She held up a piece of paper in front of my face and told me to ask him. After reading what was on it, I knew I had no other choice. It was very explicit and even denoted how I was to speak.

“Please sir, could you give me a tattoo to identify me. I want it to say, ‘Mandy’s Property’, but please don’t put it anywhere that’s hard to hide.” The latter part garnered a terse look from my Mistress, but I had to ask for it.

His snicker unnerved me a bit, but his comeback soothed my fears.

“Don’t fret about it. Only your sex partners will ever see this.”

I took it that he meant it would be someone near my breasts but still hoped that I could wear my favorite clothes. But there was a second part to the paper that simply implied that I needed to offer in my own words how much I wanted the tattoo. I looked into Mandy’s eyes and somehow came away with a truth unlike anything I would have predicted.

“I want my Mistress to know I’m hers and no one else’s. I was surprised by you coming here, but this is probably the best way to have it done.”

The man snickered again and gave Mandy a knowing smile. She had obviously set him up for what he was going to see and do. When he entered the room, he had barely even seemed surprised to see me on display for him. Since he hadn’t made a huge point out of my nudity, I didn’t feel all that worried about being seen; just as long as Kate stayed secured in the bathroom.

As soon as the man was ready, he signaled the beginning of the event with one last, “Are you sure?”

I looked at Mandy again and reiterated my desire to wear the adornment of her choice. The more I said it, the more I believed it myself. There was still a side of this girl that took my breath away and if things were different, I would gladly run away with her just to experience the wildness in her that captured my lust in a way no man ever had before. I tilted my head down to see the man making himself comfortable between my legs and I wondered just where this tattoo was going to end up. It finally occurred to me what Mandy had said right after shaving me.

The “artist” began by feeling my mons to get a feel for the area that he was about to work on. With my pelvic bone so very close to my skin there, I worried about the pain, but that was when I saw this man’s artistry. Just before hitting me with the needle that first time, he sent my mind in another direction. He wanted to know our association. I saw Mandy waiting for me to answer him and tried hard to hide the truth without showing my young lover I was about to dedicate my body to, any disrespect.

“I met her many years ago. She’s been close to me ever since.”

“And she calls you mommy… why?”

I thought about it for a moment and answered, “I guess because I take care of all her needs.” Mandy smiled over my quip and I stretched out my hand to tap her shoulder trying to get her to hold my hand. When she caught on, she turned around enough to grab my hand but still watched the man essentially branding me. Her hand felt so comforting to me as the needle rattled it’s way through the lettering, but her hand also allowed my mind to free up to do something very embarrassing. Between the erotic pain on my mons and the vibration of the pen, I could tell I wasn’t about to get through all of this without having a rather obvious orgasm.

Having an orgasm at this time was so far out there that I was struggling to hold back any sign of it. It would be utterly humiliating to let this man see me doing that over his work and I was afraid he might get the wrong idea. I tried concentrating on what the artist was saying, but then it became harder and harder to recognize his questions; and Mandy squeezed my hand harder when she caught on. And true to her form, instead of helping me hide my shame, she immediately announced my embarrassing situation. It was really weird though, because other than a kindly smirk, he just kept on working on me. At least he did until he finished the first word. Then he did something totally unexpected. He took the cartridge out of the pen and laid it right over my clitoris. The buzzing drove me wild.

“This should get you over that real quick. You know… its pretty common for that to happen.”

I gasped and leaned as far forward as I could and vibrated over the extreme stimulation the pen was providing me. I tried closing my legs to abate the intense sensations, but the man forced them to remain open and even began moving the pen around. In his mind, I guess he was thinking he was helping me out, but I wanted to scream my frigging brains out. I finally blew out a huge breath as my body heaved under the most bizarre climax I ever had in my life. The second it was over, I collapsed against the headboard and the man went right back to work on me. I felt embarrassed all over when he took the cloth he had been using to wipe away the blood with and wiped through my lips to dry me off. I prayed that my “fragrance” wasn’t offensive to him.

Finally, when he finished off the tattoo by coloring in the tiny red heart, I sighed in relief. I asked Mandy to check it out since it was upside-down to me and she gave a very approving smile. Just when I thought my humiliation was coming to an end, I saw Mandy beginning to strip away her clothes. The man took notice of her and as he began cleaning and packing up his equipment, he reached out to fondle one of her small breasts. Much to my surprise, she allowed him to play with it for a moment before playfully pulling it out of his reach. Even more surprising was the jealousy I felt that she would allow a stranger access to parts that I was beginning to think belonged to me. I guess my new tattoo stated it best though; I was her property now, not the other way around. And she was about to drive that point home in no uncertain way.

The man wiped the collecting blood from my mons one last time and stated, “There she is… I guess she’s all yours now; lock, stock, and barrel.”

Mandy grinned and told the man that his work was nothing more than a brand for others to observe. “When it comes to owning a submissive like this, this is how you do it.”

I was about to go out of my mind as it became clear why she had removed her clothes. She scrambled onto the bed and squatted over my face as she braced herself against the wall. Her other hand grabbed my hair and forced my head sideways. I cringed over her doing this to me in front of another person, and that it was a man to boot only made my mortification that much greater. Mandy gleefully began pumping out her urine all over my face and head as the man stared on. I’m sure he had never witnessed such depravity before. And as always, Mandy had her special way of making things even more perplexing for me when she commanded me to open my mouth so the man could see my willingness to be owned by her.

I did as I was ordered and closed my eyes even tighter as I heard her tell the guy, “Now this is how you lay claim to your property.”

I felt her pee running in and out of my mouth and then down over my breasts. I now understood the plastic sheeting and could feel her urine gathering around the cheeks of my ass. Then suddenly her hand was under my chin and forcing my head back. Her other hand came down over my mouth as she demanded me to swallow what was left in my mouth. She was still dripping pee onto my stomach as I cringed again through my salted eyes, but she was clearly demanded me to do something that was so vile and vulgar to me that I tried hard to ignore her demands. Then she worked her hand along my throat which forced me to swallow for her. It was disgusting and even more so when I heard the guy proclaim, “Now that’s getting owned.”

There I was, soaked in her pee, my mouth tasting like a toilet, trussed up like a barn animal with a fresh brand to top it all off. My nakedness in front of this stranger was no longer any issue in the least. When he finally got out the door, the first thing Mandy said was, “Now, I expect that to be hidden in a short time. I want my bush back and you should like that; that means my brand will be hidden from others rather easily. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, “From everyone but you and I, that is.”

“How could you do that to me? And in front of that man? I’m twice your age; you know what he had to be thinking about me? And how could you make me swallow that awful stuff? It was revolting!”

Mandy got off the bed and faced away from me. As mad as I was at what she had done to me, I couldn’t help but notice the exquisite line of her ass and the graceful curve of her back. When she turned to face me, I knew instantly that I had blown it big time. She was pissed over my outburst. She walked over to her backpack and returned with a sewing kit. I wondered what she had been doing with that, but more importantly, what was she planning on using it for now?

I watched as she took out the longest needle the kit held and sat between my legs. I began apologizing for my tirade, but she silenced me as only she had the power to do. She ran the tip of the needle over my outer lips and scared the hell out of me.

“You know, all my property wears two things of mine; my brand, and my jewelry. I’m thinking that you might like having these things stitched together. What do you think? Would that teach you to respect me better?” Her voice was cold and sarcastic. She ran the needle over my labia and poked me several times with the needle.

I began to answer her when she screamed for me to keep my mouth shut. Her sudden verbal snap scared the hell out of me and then she calmly sat on my legs facing me and brought the needle to my right nipple. I was trembling over what I might have provoked. She squeezed my breast in her fingers and held the needle to the side of my nipple and asked, “Why shouldn’t I just push this through you right now? I think that might remind you who you are talking to in the future.” She stared into my eyes and then ordered me to look at the needle. I wanted to beg her forgiveness, but I feared talking even more. All I could do was as I was told and shake my head slowly to beg her. Then in one swift motion, she pushed the needle right through my nipple until it was sticking out the other side. I winced in both physical and mental pain. How could she do that to me?

“See how pissed you got me? I’ve never hurt anyone before just to make myself clear. See what you made me do? And I love you so much… why would you make me do that to you?”

My mouth was gaped open and I wanted to scream out, but I knew better. I watched as she tugged on the needle and twisted it about to drive her point home. She pulled my nipple out by pulling on both ends of the needle between her fingers until tears came to my eyes. I couldn’t take it anymore and said the one thing I thought might not receive a rebuke.

“I love you Mistress Mandy. Please, I’ll never do that… ever again; I swear.”

She released the needle and I saw that my groveling paid off. But her demeanor didn’t seem to change all that much.

“Are you sure you really love me?”

“Yes, I swear, I do!”

“Prove it!”

She stood on the bed and I saw she was going to stand over me again; and when she forced her bottom outward, I knew she was going to urinate on me again as well. “Open your mouth cunt and prove it to me.”

My jaw quivered as I did as I was ordered and waited as she relaxed her muscles. She stared down at me and as her pee began flowing, it spread over my face and some went directly into my mouth. The thought of that needle still sticking through my nipple was blurring my thoughts, but I knew what she wanted to see from me and after collecting some of her urine, I swallowed it down just as she stopped.

“You see, I’ll do anything for you. Please, forgive me. I love you… you’re so beautiful and… powerful. I wear your brand now; what more can I do or say?”

She sat back down on my legs and took another needle from her kit, and placed it perpendicular to the other one against my nipple. She worked her hand around my aching boob and squeezed it hard to make sure it couldn’t move, and then looked me in the eyes again. She stared at me for so long that I understood what she was waiting for.

I knew I had to say it, but I hated pain. I looked down and quietly told her, “Do it… I want you to know how much I love you.”

Mandy smiled her twisted little grin over her dominance of me. This time it wasn’t quick at all. She pushed on the needle until it poked into my nipple and twisted it around so as to make it hurt on purpose. I cringed even more when I could feel the steel of the two needles passing against one another. She continued pushing it slowly through my nipple until I could see the tip trying to poke a hole out the other side. I glanced at her face and saw how intrigued she was by what she was doing to me and then she pushed on the needle again, but slowly to make it force its way through my nipple. I couldn’t believe that this girl that was so spellbinding to me was actually trying to cause me pain, but there was something in her face that oddly enough made me happy to see her enjoying my body in this way. I knew full well about sadistical behavior, but this was much more in depth that just a fascination for causing pain; she was enjoying me and my withering under her handiwork. And she proved that when the hand that had been pushing the needle fell between my legs and began actively masturbating me.

One hand worked its fingers around my entire vulva and delved into me repeatedly as the other one toyed teasingly at the needles hanging out of me. Suddenly I realized that the two hands were working as one in a strangely perverse way to entice me into another orgasm. She began fondling my breast in a very loving and erotic way and I found myself tugging against the handcuffs binding my arms wide. I was seeing a new side to her that I had only seen within my darkest fantasies over the last couple of weeks, and even though I wasn’t into pain, I was in the very hands I had lusted to feel molesting my body. Until now, Mandy had barely touched me, but now she was enjoying my intimate parts in her own loving way. And when she began toying with the needles again, she planted her lips over mine and we kissed with more passion than most teenagers ever shared over new love. Every time I would wince over her tugging at the needles, her kissing became even more passionate. Seeing that, I purposely grunted softly to get her to kiss me harder, deeper. I realized that the pain she was invoking only heightened my lust to be consumed by this beautifully, hot vixen. If that was what it took to incite her to enjoy me sexually, I felt it was a fair trade off.

Mandy looked down momentarily as she tugged my nipple out again by pulling on the needles and as I recoiled in pain, I reached out my lips and begged her to kiss me. She was coming to the same new understanding that I was; if a little perverted pain excited her into loving me so intensely, we would both endure her efforts as long as our intimacy continued. She pulled away again and stared at the needles penetrating my nipple, and suddenly I heard myself saying, “Touch them… I need you to touch them.”

At that moment, there could be no lies between us. I needed to feel her lips coveting mine and my chest heaved under the enormous need to feel her skin on mine. “Please, touch them, make me… make me cum.”

Her eyes lit up and she lowered her head to my nipple. There were several tiny droplets of blood trickling from the fresh wounds that she licked away, and then she teasingly bit at the tip of my nipple that forced me to arch my back to push into her. Her teeth bit down harder and her fingers stabbed into me deeply. My body began trembling as my next orgasm built more and more. I stared at the needles that had initially only caused me pain, but now they were aiding in my climax much the way a vibrator might. My breathing became ever so labored as Mandy’s fingers delved even deeper into me. I felt like her hand would disappear inside of me. I looked down to see my new tattoo and when she raised her lips back for mine, I kissed her between uttering, “I’m yours, I… promise, I’m yours to serve you. I want to be… your slave. Oh god, you make me ache for you. I want to be yours forever to play with.”

I saw my words were driving her into just as great a lust as I had within me and I even begged her to twist the needles. But when she began, she made it a trade off of her own.

“You want to cum?”

“Yes, please, I have to. Make me…”

“Then promise me, when we leave here, you’ll come watch me play. Promise me you’ll watch with me?”

“I promise Mistress Mandy. I’m yours… I’ll watch whatever you want. Please, touch them!”

Mandy stared into my eyes for the kind of promise that couldn’t be broken and I whispered, “I swear…”

I watched as she wrapped her fingers around the needles and rotated them until I cringed in pain so much that I squirmed forward and begged her with my offered mouth to kiss me again. I bent my knees upward and felt her tongue darting deeply into my mouth as my climax hit me hard and masterfully. My entire body was vibrating and my hips undulated against her hand half buried inside of me as she used her mouth to muffle my screams of ecstasy. She kept twisting my tortured nipple by the needles buried in it right up until I flinched at the pain as my orgasm subsided. Instantly, every part of my body became aware of the needles and I begged her to leave them alone. She smiled over the amazingly powerful orgasm she had forced from me and bent down to lovingly lap at the underside of my afflicted breast. Her tongue was pure medicine that took away every negative ill and vanquished my fears over her wanting to hurt me further.

Mandy sat beside me and ran her finger over my tattoo and said quietly, “Now, I really know you’re mine. That was so fucking awesome mommy.” A wicked grin came over her face and she leaned close to my face as she told me, “I want you to call me your daughter. I want to become Kate’s sister.”

I was a little dumbfounded, but now I understood why she insisted on calling me mommy. Her attraction for me had been there for a lot longer than I had suspected, and it had a whole lot to do with how she had preferred me to her own mother for some reason. Was that why she had taken my whole family under her thumb? Was she trying to become closer to me by acting as my daughter in some perverted way? I could think that through later, but I saw her need to feel that very position and as sick as it might be, I answered her, “I’ve always thought of you as Kate’s sister. I’d love to think of you as my newest little girl.”

As she lovingly caressed my mons area to examine the words she had placed there, she spoke almost dreamily, “I want to watch you fuck a guy.”

Since I had wanted that anyway, and now that I knew her intense feelings for me, it seemed only natural to allow her to view that happening. I smiled at her and told her I would love to know she was watching as a man took me. I even added that I would love her to have it done her way just to make her smile for me; and she did.

Mandy began freeing my arms from their restraints and as I rubbed my aching wrists I looked down at the needles still protruding from my nipple. I began to reach for one of them, but she insisted I leave them in for a while.

“Walk around mommy and see what it feels like as your boobs bounce. I stood up and after flexing my still tense legs, I walked around her as we both watched the needles and how my breast stayed taut and the nipple extremely hard. I put my hand under it and jostled it around a little and could feel the needles rubbing against each other inside of me. It was a weird sensation to say the least, but the needles were somewhat alluring as a deviated piece of jewelry.

After a few minutes of the both of us enjoying her sadistical handiwork, she beckoned me to stand in front of her. She reached her tiny hand out to grip the first needle and slowly twisted it back and forth as she removed it. My back arched forward as I felt the relief and then she worked the second one away from me. As soon as my nipple was free of its own personal bondage elements, she leaned over to suckle on it and softly massaged the body of my injured breast. I wrapped my fingers around the back of her head to hold her to me and saw how needy of my attention she was at that moment and just had to placate her desires.

“That’s right, baby, suck on your mommy’s tit. I wish I could nurse you, but those days are long gone.” I stroked her hair and brushed the errant ones away from her face. She looked like such a little angel as she worked to engage our intimacy. When she had her required mental nourishment, she walked away from me and seemed to fall right back into her dominate role, but this time I wasn’t such a scared little puppy about it. I fell right into the role I knew she wanted from me and being her submissive toy seemed totally logical to me for some reason. I was ordered to get dressed, but not allowed to put on my bra. It had been years since I had dared venture out in public without one, but for her, I did as I was told.

“Now to collect on my promise!” Without another word, she left the room and I peeked out the window to see her going to the phone booth to call someone. There was a phone right there in the room, so I figured that her desire to watch me get laid was in the making. If only I knew what she was up to, I would have bartered anything to stop her. I went over to the bathroom door and felt it with the palm of my hand knowing that my real daughter was just inches away from me. I prayed that she had no idea what had transpired and when I saw the keyhole, I bent down to look in. I was surprised to see that the keyhole had a piece of tissue in it and smiled as I realized Mandy had thought to protect our secret. I removed the tissue and peeked through the hole. I saw Kate, obviously on her knees, with her head resting against the sink basin. I thought about how long she must have been in that position and sort of felt proud of her for being such a good girl for her owner. Her owner? Now my owner as well! I wondered if she had gone through anything like I just endured and remembered Mandy’s words about never having caused pain to any of her other property before and was happy to know their shared life was much more docile. I knew I would have to make sure that was what they had as I never wanted Kate to go through anything like that. I was much stronger than she and even came away with a new appreciation over such perversions, but still, I never wanted her to experience the sick crap I had just participated in.

I heard Mandy coming back and stuffed the tissue back in the keyhole just in time to stand back up.

“Okay sweetie, it’s time to leave.” She began working at removing my collar. “I want you to go get something to eat and think about our ‘special’ time together and what we did. I have to get Didi out of here and get some things done. I want you to go back to your house in exactly one hour. Understand my instructions?”

“Yes, Mistress Mandy, but may I ask, you have new…”

“What?”

“Kate and Joey have new names. Were you going to do that to me? I was just worrying about it tipping off the kids to us.”

“Awwe, mommy, you already have one. You don’t like mommy? I thought it was a good way to belittle your age and figured Didi and Fag would understand that I’m just getting so close to the family that they would assume I’m screwing with you in a playful way more to tease them.”

“Mommy is my name? So you started calling me that because you knew what was coming?”

Mandy put on a broad grin and answered, “You got it, bitch!”

“And my age?”

“Come on, we both know how guilty you feel about our age difference. It’s fun reminding you about it. Here I am just a little girl and I have you, a woman, wrapped around my little finger. It’s such an awesome power trip for me, and for you, well I guess we both know how much you like getting pushed around now.”

I knew she was right about it all, but it troubled me hearing it actually put into words. I happened to notice the camera with its red light still on and decided to show her that I agreed by committing a willful act that could even place me at greater risk of discovery. I went over to the camera, shut it off, and took out the tape. I gave it a long look as I realized the power it held, and walked over to hand it to Mandy.

She put her hand out in such a way as to refuse taking it from me and told me, “No, I trust you now. Take it home and get it copied. Bring me the original next time we get together to play.”

It was nice knowing she did trust me now. After all, how could she not trust me? Now I had two tapes that I knew I would have to view just to see how badly I was hooked. And the odd thing about having this second one in my hands; I knew I would be following her orders to a tee. I grabbed my bra and tried hiding it in my hand the best I could, but just before leaving I had to ask her two things.

“What if Kate or Joey are at home? They aren’t expecting me to be in town this weekend. And about Fag, do you…”

“Don’t worry, they won’t be around. And no more of this Kate and Joey shit. We’re going to let Didi know that you accept our affair together, so you’ll start calling her Didi all the time. If anyone asks about it, it’s just a pet name. And it’s Jojo in front of him. Just tell him you’re following Didi’s lead. Lastly, you better get used to Fag. That’s his private name between us and that’s what it’s going to stay. Now shut the fuck up and get out of here.”

I wanted one more kiss from her sweet, young lips before leaving, but I figured it was improper to ask as her submissive, so I left saying, “Yes, Mistress Mandy. I’ll be at the house in one hour.” I took a quick peek at the door that shielded my daughter from me and when I got back to the car I checked the time. As I sat there, I felt my nipple through my blouse. I thought about what she had done to me and I could feel my clitoris becoming engorged all over again as I started the car.

One hour later I was letting myself into my old home. I walked around remembering what things had been like just a few months before. What had happened to that wonderful family life I had loved so much? I wondered how I had gotten so deeply involved in this wickedly sinful tale and if I was better off now. I had spent the past hour thinking of nothing but the twisted affair I was having with a girl half my age. I could never admit it to anyone, but the love I felt for that girl was so powerful that I couldn’t imagine giving it up; even if the truth came out, I would have to deal with all the ill problems associated with it, but I wouldn’t be able to give it up.

When I went to my room to check on things, I was shocked to see Mandy lying on my bed. She motioned for me to lie next to her and I graciously accepted her offer. We spent several minutes enjoying each others bodies before she finally sat up and ordered me to follow her. I was learning that she preferred me to be silent when she went into her dominant role and followed her quietly. I was led into what I immediately saw as our renovated basement area. It was smaller and I realized the room was smaller than it should have been, but then Mandy led me into a rear area that cut the once single room into two. I was somewhat shocked to see the two way mirror that had been installed and figured that Mandy had to have been behind that installation.

I was told how I was to behave over the next hour or so and reminded that if I made any noise that the needle incident might happen again sooner than later. I grabbed my chest as I remembered the initial pain and promised her my silence. She took that time to remind me of the promise she had stolen from me just as I was about to cum earlier and I smiled as I remembered how she wanted me to watch her playing, but then I realized that she probably had meant with my kids. I freaked out and begged her not to make me watch anything involving the two of them, but was reminded that I had promised her faithfully. I wished I had of known what I had been agreeing to at the time. I saw no way of getting out of it, but there was a good side to all this. Mandy had promised not to involve me further with them, so at least I knew I wouldn’t play a personal role in anything. And as well, I would get to see first hand how she treated them behind closed doors; at least one of them.

Mandy went upstairs and left me to wonder what was about to play out in front of me. I was hoping that it would be as vanilla as my own life had once been before ever moving away. I walked around the room and felt my breasts bouncing freely under my blouse. My nipple was still raw, but electrified my lust to see Mandy in almost any sexual activity. I could easily understand why she wanted to watch me getting laid. I just wished it was anyone other than my kids. I noticed the table at the side of the room and saw three drinking glasses. I got all motherly and wondered when my kids started leaving dishes out instead of washing them. But only one was from the kitchen. I figured the other two were more for alcohol consumption and frowned.

When I turned back around, Mandy was coming down the stairs again. She immediately came to the back room and curtly reminded me of my instructions. I promised to behave and was met with a delightful kiss and a groping of my breasts. Her soft hands felt so good that I lifted my blouse for the feel of our skin touching. I cringed when she twisted playfully with my sore nipple, but when I saw her smile over my pain, I smiled back. And then I was turned to see legs coming down the stairs.

I easily denoted my son’s legs, but then another pair came right after his.

“That’s Jacob. He’s… been helping me out from time to time. This should answer the thing you’ve been bugging me about.”

I wondered what she was talking about just as the man pushed on Jojo’s shoulder. It seemed like he was bullying him which wasn’t cool at all since he was my age. I turned to Mandy and was met with, “Shut the fuck up and watch. He’s not going to hurt him. You’ll soon see this for what it is.”

It didn’t take long at all to understand what she meant. I had seen this play out in several movies before, and even once in real life. It was what I would consider a male ritual of securing their place of order among each other; sort of posturing to set the rules. I knew that when I saw the man push him a few more times until Jojo began undressing. I turned to Mandy again with wide eyes and shook my head, but was again commanded to shut up and watch it play out. Perhaps the only thing she could say to calm me down was also an aberrant thought on my part when it came to my son. I could tell this wasn’t the first time this had happened just by the way things were happening.

When Jojo’s body came into view as the nude form I had only seen once before, I had to feel proud of the young man he had grown into, but it just didn’t match up with what was happening to him. My fears never went away over my protective nature as a mother, but when I saw this Jacob guy undoing his belt, something happened to me that turned me into that voyeur within all of us when we knew we could watch without being seen by the participants. I flashed back to my teen years when I had watched with a boyfriend as an older couple made love in the park down the street at night and how that had led to a very wild night of sex.

Jacob walked up to Jojo and pushed on his shoulder to get him to go to his knees. There was something about how easily he took that command that reinforced my thought that this wasn’t a first for my son. And that was again proven in the way he began working to free the man of his pants. I knew the feeling well. Kneeling before a man as I removed his pants had proven to be a very erotic memory that I often masturbated over. It had to be such a mental anguish for my son to have to do that as a male. I noticed my breathing growing labored as I watched the man’s pants and underwear getting pushed to the floor as Jojo worked to free them from his legs along with his shoes. In one way, Jojo looked like a frightened little boy, but when I saw his prick beginning to swell I knew for sure that this wasn’t exactly being forced on him. That was the reason for his name; this was absolutely not his first time pleasing a man in this way.

When I saw Jacob grab a handful of his hair and force his head back, instead of worrying as a mother should over his safety, my hand fell to my crotch and grabbed it hard. I had an instant small orgasm as I watched the man force his cock between my son’s lips and Jojo’s mouth automatically began making a sucking motion on the tip of his cock. The only worry I seemed to have now was that Jacob’s cock might be too big for my son to handle. It was so hard looking and thick. I saw Mandy go over to the table and pour herself a glass of water. That seemed odd since I would assume that she wouldn’t want to miss a moment of this performance that she had put into motion. When she came back to me, she slipped her hand into the side of my skirt to indicate she wanted it off. I obliged her and let it fall to the floor and then pushed down my panties along with it. She grabbed my ass and manipulated it as we continued watching. I voluntarily removed my blouse as well, but couldn’t pry my eyes from what was happening.

This was such a raw primal male act of dominating posturing we were watching. A structure that I knew existed in many a lewd event among men, but I never had even given it a thought as to something that my son would be a part of; especially as the submissive one doing the bidding of the larger male. I wondered if this had been something he had gone through as a boy at the hands of older kids. How many times had he been put to his knees for the mere pleasure of another male? I knew some of those events could be brutal in nature and could only hope it had been easy for him to succumb to for his own sake.

The action progressed into the more typical fucking motion I knew well as Jacob became more comfortable with what he was doing and more excited. Watching him do that to my son’s face and grabbing handfuls of his hair made my hand fall back to my crotch as I began working myself off in time with Jacob’s thrusts. Mandy must have noticed something I failed to catch because she offered, “You wanted to know why we call him Fag, watch his dick.”

I looked down to see that it had swollen into nearly a full erection, and Jojo placed his hands on his benefactor’s hips. It seemed to grow larger and harder with every deep thrust he had to absorb until there was no denying that he was very excited. I watched his young rippling muscles tensing up and realized that my son was about to ejaculate. He really was gay! I had never seen a man cum before without a hand assisting, but there was no doubt that he was about to do just that, which clearly displayed how there was something about his abuse that he really liked. I could feel my own orgasm beginning to erupt just as I noticed Jojo beginning to ejaculate. I had never seen a man cum as he was though; it was spewing from him more like a dribbling faucet than spurting through the air like most men. It looked so white and creamy and didn’t come in spurts at all. It appeared as if his muscles had lost all ability to retain his sperm and they were just allowing it to flow out of him. I was sure that was it because his cock was going limp even before he was half finished cumming.

The puddle on the floor at my son’s knees was much thicker… and whiter than the sperm I was used to seeing, and in one congealed pile. By the time he was finished cumming, his cock was as flaccid as it had started, but Jacob was still going at him without even noticing what had happened. Another glance at Mandy showed no signs of this being something out of the ordinary, and as I went back to watching my son’s face being assaulted, I asked Mandy, “Does that always happen… like that?”

“Almost every time! But just with Jacob so far, and every time except once. There’s something about that man that makes Fag go nuts.”

I wondered just how often she had watched this kind of thing go on. I wished I could feel sorry for Jojo, but this scene playing out in front of us was so frigging wild. I wasn’t that much into porn, but when it’s right in front of you and live, it’s so damn hot. Never had I ever seen two men going at it like this, but I often fantasized watching it going on. There was something about the very nature of one male being put to work in the place usually taken by a woman and being used so crudely to please another that I had almost formed this scene in my own mind a million times. Before my divorce, one of my favorite fantasies involved having my now ex being brutalized by several men just like this so that I could revel in his humility and emasculation. But those dreams more often left him beaten to a pulp over the cheating ways he had taken up. I wondered if that was why I might have fallen in love with this scenario and if I was taking unfair advantage of my son’s present predicament. Was I taking out my desire for retribution on my ex husband by enjoying this way more than any woman ought to?

It didn’t matter at the moment whatever had precipitated these events. Now that I was sure that Jojo wasn’t totally here against his own will, I was gathering every visual nuance perceptible as if I were going to write a book on male posturing. If that were so, I would have to learn about a thousand new adjectives to describe all the tantalizing elements of what was going on.

I was suddenly snapped back to the present when I saw my son nearly fall backwards as Jacob was obviously getting ready to cum. Having been on the receiving end of an untold number of blowjobs in my own life, I wondered what was going through my son’s mind. I would be wondering several things at this point: what was the man expecting, what would it take to push him over the edge, and what would my instincts tell me to do when I felt his first spurt entering my mouth? I was always conflicted over wanting to please the man before me in the greatest way possible and what doing that would mean. I had never been a fan of swallowing sperm, but several men had gotten me to do that for them with the right set of conditions. And I was watching one of those conditions playing out right now. Jacob’s hands were clearly tightening their grip in my son’s hair and there was no mistaking what he wanted when he purposefully thrust deeper, harder, and in a slower fashion. He was about to ejaculate and showed no signs whatsoever of withdrawing to do that.

Suddenly, I realized I had been working my clitoris into another state of sexual panic. The urge to climax was taking over my mind and body. My son’s present turmoil was also my craving to view the nastiest thing I had ever personally witnessed as the scene I needed to finish myself off. My fingers worked frantically as I waited for the signs that Jacob had been successfully satisfied; I needed to see him pleased with the efforts of the male face he was using. It was almost like I was cheering my son on and telling him what he had to do to finish his man in the way any good cocksucker might. I had no further sympathy at all for what Jojo was going through; I only wanted it to be the lewdest and most depraved act of male domination I could ever hope to witness. I rooted for Jacob to get what every man considered to be the ultimate goal of any great blowjob, and I didn’t want it to be a necessarily easy thing for his target to endure. I needed to see this man forcefully overcoming the reluctance of his victim and to make it vile and vulgar as he showed his power of position like it was some sort of deserved punishment.

I gasped aloud and stood on my toes when I saw my son’s eyes popping out. Jacob had forced his cock to the back of his throat and was obviously filling it with the sperm this boy had helped him make. I shuddered uncontrollably through my own massive orgasm as I watched my son having to accept his fate like a good little boy. I went nuts when I saw his throat making a swallowing motion and saw out of the corner of my eye that Mandy had been doing the same thing as my self. The three of us were all cumming at the same time like we were tethered together in Jacob’s moment of reward. I watched with lustful eyes as Jacob took several more harsh dives into the back of my son’s mouth after his initial deposit, surely adding more of his semen to what he had already delivered. I fell back to my feet as my own climax came to a gradual end. My motherly fears finally came rushing back to me as my tingling subsided and I felt so ill over knowing what Jojo had just gone through.

“My god, Mandy, he’s not hurt is he? I can’t believe I didn’t stop that. What kind of a mother am I?”

She wrapped her arm around my waist and stated rather coldly, “You’re not his mom in here; you’re my property, doing as you’re told, just like he is. You can’t be so naïve as to think he didn’t enjoy the hell out of that, are you? Yeah, it may have looked a little rough, but damn, I know how much he enjoys a good man fucking his face.”

“How many times… how often does he…”

“I can’t tell you that, and you know it. My servants need to know they have some level of privacy to their secrets. After all, you wouldn’t want me to answer questions like that to others about you would you? If it weren’t for you being here and seeing it for yourself, you might never know what little Fag likes to do.”

“So, this is why you tease him with that name? After you force him to do something like this you throw it in his face?”

“Oh mommy, that’s half his fun. Come on, haven’t you ever secretly loved being called a good little bitch after serving yourself up to some guy. Yeah, we all hate being called bitches… except for those times it makes us feel fulfilled. We pretend to hate it in front of them, but deep down we wallow in the fact that we were considered so good at what we’ve done to elicit such lewd and disrespectful comments. Fag loves knowing that I won’t let him forget for a moment what he secretly aches to have done to him. And you have to admit, watching some guy dominating another guy is so fucking awesome. The way they don’t take any shit, and even the guy on the bottom knows what he has to do; it’s the place they deserve to be in and they usually come around to doing it pretty easily. Sure, there’s reluctance, but we know what that’s all about, right?”

Once again, Mandy knew a lot more about life than I would give any girl her age credit for knowing. Her words may have been a little different that my terminology, but she had it right. My son may have acted reluctant, but I would assume that might be the case for any male still in the closet; afraid to admit to what they really like and perhaps even enjoying having the man physically overcome their reluctance so they could still deny enjoying themselves. Maybe it was even their desire for physical interaction to feel really needed for their service. I know I had sought more than once to make a man prove he needed me for sex before I would eventually allow him to overcome me. There’s a certain… power in being able to tease and taunt a man into taking you. Isn’t that the very reason I have grown appreciative of the very binding that Mandy has employed to take away my ability to refuse those things I so desperately crave to happen to me?

I finally needed to know the answer to a question over how far things had gone. I wasn’t sure how to phase it, but eventually I got my point across. “Is this the only thing… you know, that he’s…”

Mandy flashed me that knowing dominate smile of hers and finished, very crudely, my question for me. “You mean, has he ever been fucked yet?”

Hearing that question put to my daughter would have been bad enough; at least it would be traditionally normal to assume that it would happen sometime in her teen years. But knowing it was speaking to my grown son was hard to hear, but correct. I nodded my head as I also lowered it for a moment.

“As I just told you, I can’t spill the beans like that, but… I will give you a respective insight since you are our mother. If I eat all my pie today, I won’t have any for tomorrow, will I? This is the most he’s done for me… so far. But… I will tell you it’s not totally unexpected by Fag to happen at some point. But again, don’t worry; he isn’t exactly a virgin in that area. I know he’s been fucked once, a long time ago, and I haven’t asked for the details yet, but I assume there was something unsavory about it. You know, like it wasn’t really his idea.”

My god, was she trying to tell me that he had been raped? And a long time ago? That would mean he was just a kid at best. I looked back into the room and saw Jacob was about dressed as my son stayed there nude and on his knees as if he was awaiting Mandy to come free him. I stared with unbelieving eyes her way and she knew I needed to know more.

“It’s like this; I love being teased during sex with my lover’s past sexual deeds. I got him to admit that part, but wanted to save finding out about all the gruesome details for another time. Little by little I’ll know every single thing that he’s ever done in his past… along with Didi’s… and now, even yours. I bet you have some wild times to share with me. Anyways, haven’t you ever wondered why such an outgoing kid would suddenly stop going out, or hanging with his friends? I know he hid out at home for several months after it happened to him.”

I ran back through my memories and thought about how I had once worried about that very thing. And as I thought back, I remembered when that was; it was the winter when he turned twelve. My god, had he been raped when he was eleven years old? And why would he have suddenly forsaken his friends; had they witnessed it, knew about it, or worse, could they have been involved or even the ones that had done it to him? I stared at the naked little boy through the glass protecting him from an eternity of shame and felt horribly for what I had never been able to help him overcome. When I finally turned back to Mandy, she was seeing my fall into the very role she had been cultivating; I now needed her more than ever so that I could know all those dire little secrets of a mother’s children. All the things we needed to know and had to accept that we never would, but now I was past the point that other women had been stumped over and was in a secret area where I could press forward. The sad thing was that all I would ever be able to do is know, since I was now a part of all those things we mothers had tried to warn our children about as they were growing up.

“It’s really sinking in now, isn’t it mommy? There are a lot of cruel things that go on out there to us kids. Have you ever wondered about my fascination for controlling people and what drove me to this wild desire to Dominate you, and your lovely kids. I’m sorry I should say my brother and sister now that we’re all one family. And now you get to see for yourself that special little treat that I know you’ve been yearning to see. I know you understand how powerful it is; I’ve seen it in your eyes and I know you’ve been wanting to see how it effects others. Think it means as much to them as it does to you?”

I wasn’t exactly sure of what she meant, but I grew surer when she finished removing her clothes. I watched her smooth, petite body come into full view and wondered what had happened to her? It wasn’t close to the first time I had examined what had created this dominating figure now in total control of my life, but I now knew it had to have been something huge from her early childhood. I wondered if I would ever become privy to what it had been. Mandy walked to the door, put a finger to her lips to make sure I stayed quiet, and went out to where my son was obediently waiting our mistress. Now I knew exactly what to expect and I watched as she slowly walked up to him, grabbed his hair roughly and pushed his head off to the side. I saw from the outside why she had tilted my head in the same way; she was a short girl and in order to be as effective as she was, she had to shorten her subject to be able to tower over us. There was also the effect that it had on the one being claimed in that with your head physically maneuvered to any position, it made in an indelible statement over your powerless stance before her.

I could see Jojo knew what was coming for him and even though he grimaced just as I had, I also knew the secret desire deep within him for this girl to perform the ritual that gave us our worth as submissive’s to her. It set our roles before her and as disgusting and debasing as it might be to endure, if Jojo was anything like me, it forged an undeniable bond of placement for us that allowed us to accept our roles in the future.

My eyes couldn’t have been pried away from the scene as I watched Mandy in all her glory as she worked her tiny frame over my son’s body and took her time releasing her urine over him. I watched his eyes for a moment and could see in his face that this had almost become a reward of degradation for him that he would never be able to admit. I knew the feeling well. I watched as she anointed my son and now had visual evidence that we were bound together in this world of D/s in a way I almost hated to admit; the culture that had consumed the woman I had once been such a short time ago. Mandy was marking her territory and property as a dog might, and it was a show of strength I had to admire her for as she claimed my son for her own.

Mandy dismissed Jojo from his performance and we both watched him gather up his clothes and run upstairs. Mandy toyed with the watery remains of my son’s semen on the floor with her big toe and smiled at the very glass I was watching through. When she came back to the room, I was ordered to my knees and she placed her foot in front of my face. I saw what she wanted me to do, and as my breathing grew heavy, I took her foot between my hands and lifted it to my face. I bent down and licked at the very toe that had played in my son’s remnants and then sucked on her entire toe. What had happened to the mother in me? How sick had I become to be willingly taste my own son’s sperm?

When she was sure I had cleaned her toe well, we sat down and talked like two old friends over everything from my kids, to shopping and fashion, to our aspirations. I was made aware of so many things I had never known that my head was spinning. But there was also the information she filled me with over what she expected from me in the future. One was particularly troubling in that she decreed that I had to give her every third paycheck; signed and handed to her on every third weekend, which would also be a play date for us. I knew two things for sure: I would be scraping bottom financially to do that, and… I would be doing that for her. I knew Mandy’s family was well off and she received a nice allowance, so even though I wanted to tell her what losing a third of my income would mean to me, I just agreed that I would do it.

I was about to ask her for those most private details she had touched upon earlier that might explain how this girl had grown up to desire to dominate an entire family, but when I saw how vulnerable she was acting at the moment, I wanted something far more intimate between us. I stood up and reached for her hand and when she gave it to me I helped her out of her chair and walked her over to the couch. I sat down first and pulled her down next to me, but when she went to kiss me, I turned her body away and guided her onto her back across my legs. I cradled her head in my arm and with my free hand, pushed the very nipple she had tortured earlier to her lips. I watched as she looked up at me with big doe eyes and began suckling on me. She closed her eyes and murmured her acceptance of my offering. I slowly began rocking back and forth as she went through the nursing action and she wrapped her hands around the girth of my breast and began kneading it gently. I did have a second daughter now and saw clearly how she had been missing something from her own mother. I knew she had lost her dad before even knowing him to a divorce and had been raised by a rather stern step-father ever since. But there was definitely something she had not received from her mother that had led to all this.

I nursed her for fifteen minutes before she seemed to come awake when we heard a noise upstairs. I had thought it might be Jojo, but as she sat up and hurried over to the table for another glass of water she told me that she knew who had just come in. I suspected that she had told my “other” daughter to meet her here and then I realized why she was downing another glass of water. She ran out of the room with a warning to remain quiet; as if she had to anymore. I watched her lithe body as she ran through the outer room and up the stairs and suddenly ached to hold her close to me, but unlike moments earlier as I held her as my starving baby, now I wanted her as my lover. Her naked and hairless rear view looked so unlawful and forbidden. A quick glance could lead someone to see a nine year old child playfully scurrying away. I was glad I knew she was of a legal age.

When Mandy finally came back down the stairs, she had Didi by her hand and guided her to stand within a few feet of the two way mirror. I watched my own daughter accepting commands to strip away her clothes and saw I had two very beautiful daughters now. And when Mandy gestured her to get to her knees, I watched as my lovely little girl knelt before her new sister and instantly began licking softly at her hairless mons. Didi began toying with the cuffs attached to the side of her breast that acted as her physical reminder of her love for the girl she was fellating and I could see that that tiny piece of jewelry held as great of a sexual enticement for her as the needles had for me earlier.

Didi’s tongue snaked between the legs of my newest daughter and the lover we now clearly shared, and I saw Mandy was toying with her efforts to get closer to her insides. She held her legs firm and made Didi work to slowly coax her legs apart far enough to be able to stick her tongue inside. I had never seen my daughter so driven before, and it was over the need to taste the most intimate details of her best friend. Mandy kept darting her eyes into the mirror as if to signal that all this was for me to witness. I wished that I could stand beside them and kiss her as I shuffled my daughter’s hair as she pleased our mistress. And just as I had with Jojo as he worked on his male lover, I almost began whispering hints to my daughter as to what her lover would appreciate the most.

After several minutes, Mandy had to tug her torso from Didi’s reaching fingers and knelt down in front of her. She was manipulating her with those words she had such a way with and I could see my daughter was accepting her assignment graciously. Mandy stood again and came back into the room, smiled her evil smile at me, and went to get a glass off the table. It was the ornate crystal glass I had admired earlier and figured she was going to get my daughter drunk for whatever reason, but that was not the case at all. I watched my daughter accept the glass from her hand while remaining on her knees and right there just a few feet away from me, I watched as my daughter gently pushed Mandy’s legs into a wider stance. My mind went wild when I saw her lift the glass to her labia and it came rushing to me what might happen. Since Mandy had seemed to leave the door ajar on purpose, I tried my hardest to hear any verbal reluctance, but none ever came.

Mandy looked down on her lowly servant as she freed her muscles enough to start her flow of pee. I grabbed my crotch and deftly rammed two fingers into my self as I watched the glass fill. My other hand ran up to torment my chest as I saw the glass fill to the rim before she stopped her flow. Didi took it away from her and seemed to wipe her friend’s wetted labia dry with her own hand. Didi stood and faced Mandy and I heard her ask, “How much, Mandy?”

I felt yet another orgasm come to the forefront when I heard Mandy ask in answer, “How much do you love me?”

I was bouncing on the balls of my feet when I saw my daughter lift the glass to her cheek to feel the warmth of her friend’s repugnant waste water, and then moved it slowly around to her lips. The fixed stare between them questioned my own closeness with Mandy as I had never seemed to share a similar look with her. When I saw the glass tilt upwards, I was amazed to see how easily this seemed to be for Didi as she gulped several times and her throat swallowed heavily as the glass went empty. There was no licking of the lips after any other liquid may have been consumed. I could tell that as easy as it may have seemed to have been for her, she still had no desire to taste what she had just drank in the name of love. I hunched over as my body heaved through its climax and shivered wildly. If my daughter could do that for the one she loved, what would I have to do to feel at least equal? Jealousy seemed to overcome me and when I looked back up, I saw Mandy chewing playfully on my daughter’s adornment; the very jewelry she had placed through my daughter’s breast. I realized that as much as she had claimed my self and my son, she had done so much more to Didi. I may have felt owned now, but that didn’t come close to what my daughter had to feel for our lover… our shared owner.

And then I saw just how quickly Mandy could turn cold and callous so as to assert her dominance. With nothing more than words certainly meant to hurt my daughter’s spirit, Mandy sent her away with, “Go get the bag I had you pack and leave now.”

I could see the bewilderment in her eyes over being used like that and then sent away with absolutely no explanation. But even as she bit at her lip trying to figure out why Mandy seemed to no longer have any use for her, she turned and headed for the stairs. I asked Mandy why she had been so cruel to my daughter’s heart and feelings and saw just how skillful this tiny little bitch could be, as she had known all along what she had been doing to the both of us.

“So far, she’s my most loyal servant. I already told her I was going to need her house tonight to fuck some guy. She even offered me her bed to take the guy in. Believe me, the doubt I placed in her will be cancelled out the second she gets back tomorrow. She was just a little down thinking I wanted some man meat instead of her, but I know her, she’s happy to know I’m getting laid. But to be honest, that story was all a lie.”

I was appalled that she would do that to my daughter and lie to her about something meant to hurt her heart. “After you made her do that for you, you lied to her too?”

Mandy ran a finger under my chin and as I looked up to greet her eyes with mine she said, “It was just a little lie… to hide something I would think you could understand. I may be getting laid tonight, but it’s going to be by my mommy.”

I gulped hard when I saw her point and even how she had been abusing my heart just to reward me with what she knew I wanted so dearly. I hated myself now knowing that my daughter had lost out because of me, but then I couldn’t dwell on the negative after she had set my skin on fire with the desire to touch her.

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