Mandy’s Toy

Part 3

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.

I had hardly slept all night. When I woke in the morning I was staring at the heavenly little beauty that had forsaken my own daughter for the chance to sleep with me instead. It had been such a wonderful night full of mutual exploration and revealing tantalizing secrets about our fantasies. Mandy had allowed me to relax in my role as her submissive and we acted more like two girlfriends that had just discovered sex. She spent a great deal of time comparing my kids with things she saw in me and playfully blamed me for the roles she had placed them into. After all, she had designed their roles as her servants after studying their weaknesses and inner desires which she attributed as having rubbed off from me.

Mandy revealed tidbits of her own sex life and how she enjoyed others pleasing her more than she liked pleasing them. I guessed that was what had led her into her role as our dominator. I had almost gotten her to reveal the secrets I knew she carried from her family that I knew held some place in forming her sex life, but I saw that she had a huge burden that I figured night be better talked about at her behest. When she asked about my past sexual interludes, I remembered what she had said about dragging bits and pieces of Jojo’s story out of him a little at a time to keep their time together more titillating. Instead, I turned the subject to what had just happened the day before. When the topic of how she had pierced my nipple came up, we spent an hour talking about it. We agreed that it had started out quite horribly and for very negative reasons, but eventually we also agreed that there had been something absolutely thrilling about it in the end. She asked me if I would object to her doing things like that to me in the future, and I hesitated greatly. At first I was afraid of where she might take such a perversion, but it was really hard to hide that I hadn’t come away from the situation enthused over an act I very recently considered too outrageous to even think about. In the end, I didn’t want to deny her the right to torment me entirely, so I figured out a way to tell her that would leave me some lead way over it happening again. I told her, “Well, I guess if I’ve been really, really bad, I should expect some form of punishment, right?”

The name Fag came into play many times and I asked her once more to stop referring to my son as that, but once again was rebuffed. She insisted that he was secretly enjoying his new name because of the fact that it was just between the three of them and since he had nothing left to hide, it reminded him of the carnal pleasures he secretly desired. It took her a while, but eventually she had coerced me into calling him that several times just to see how it felt. She reminded me of how he had acted during his use by Jacob and after agreeing that he very well had a major gay side to him, it became a little easier to use that name. It was also a lot easier when she pointed out that if anything, he was actually bisexual and not just gay.

I also found out for sure that the one sexual act that she did seem to enjoy with other females, besides making out, was nursing; and that wasn’t really about sex at all. I was the only one that understood what she was doing and craving. The other breasts she had taken to had only been enjoyed for briefs moments because of her desire to keep it hidden. I felt good knowing that I had helped her out of her shell a little, as well as see that she had secrets she wanted to remain closeted. She enjoyed it far more with me than Didi, and I assumed that had to do with my age and the fact that I had much larger breasts. The way we finally fell asleep in the early hours was with her at my breast and me cradling her in my arms.

When I saw her eyes flittering awake, I met her with my sweetest smile. She reached out and fingered my nipple as if to examine the holes she had caused and how they had already closed over. I watched her situate herself onto her back and look into thin air. Her breasts were just a little larger than my own girl’s and I loved the way they slightly flattened against her chest. She had really nice nipples that were easy to excite and I had my own fantasies over nursing on her; but my act would be all about sex. I could see she was troubled by whatever she had woken up thinking about, so I finally asked her what was bothering her. I thought it might be my age, but that went out the window when she stared into my eyes for a brief moment and turned back to me. I guess it was the mother in me, but something told me to pull her head to my chest and give her that reassuring teat to soothe her fears. She readily accepted my offer and snuggled into me as she suckled away. There may not be any milk for her, and clearly that wasn’t the intent of her efforts, so we just pretended she was my little girl in need of closeness. Then she finally opened up and began telling me her story between suckling on me.

“I always wished you were my real mom. I always saw you as such a strong woman and it was you that first made me think about becoming Dominant. I guess that’s the reason I’m the way I am. I’m a mix of the mom I wanted and the mom I was stuck with growing up.”

I felt so bad for her feeling as if her mom had failed her, until she went on a bit more. I could see she was working through some terrible thoughts, so I kept quiet and allowed her to go at her own pace; both with her story and nursing on me.

“I remember walking in on her having sex with my stepdad once in the middle of the day. I was really little and instead of sending me away, they both looked at me and my step told her to let me watch. I didn’t have a clue as to what was going on, but I knew they were doing something naughty. I remember how they both kept looking at me watching them. I know now that they were getting off on having their own little voyeur. That was the first time I ever saw a man’s cock. Months later, maybe years, my step was half drunk and randy as hell, and my mom was even worse. I came into the living room wearing my bathing suit and my dad started teasing me about my body. I remember him asking my mom if he could have me do something to him. I guess he wanted a blowjob, but she told him I was too little. He got all mad and took his pants off right there in front of me. He told her that if he couldn’t use me, then she was going to do it for him. He grabbed her by the hair and I remember his cock seeming so huge and hard as he forced her to suck on it. He kept telling me that it was all my fault and mom kept cursing at me that she was stuck doing that to him because of me. I didn’t even know what they were doing at the time, but it made me so frigging hot as I watched it happening. Even when he choked her so bad I was worried about her getting hurt, I just kept watching and getting hotter by the minute. When he got off, he pushed her head back and did it all over her face and hair. I thought he was pissing on her. It wasn’t until a lot later that I figured out what it had been that day.”

I understood so much better now her reasons for wanting to dominate others and even why peeing on her servants meant so much to her. She had seen her own mother getting owned, as it were, by her step father forcing his semen all over her. She must have taken that as a way of showing others that she was in charge of things. It quickly got worse.

“When I was twelve, it was late at night and they were drunk again. He wanted another blowjob when I was in the room and they had a big fight about it. Mom refused to do it for him and he finally came over and grabbed me up off the floor and told her that if she wouldn’t do it, that he was going to teach me how. He held me for the longest time as they fought about it and he kept lifting my night shirt up and grabbing at me. The prick even tore my panties off and kept making fun of my hairless condition. He gave my mom one last chance to tell him yes, but instead she told him I was old enough now and that he could just use me. That was the first time I ever sucked on a cock. At first I sort of liked the thrill of doing something so forbidden and nasty, but when he got off he nearly choked me to death and did it in my mouth and all over my face. They both laughed at me and told me I would be pregnant. I’ll never forget how my mom handed me over to him and then even laughed at me for it. After that, I was sorta his appointed cocksucker. Mom would never do it for him and would just send him off to find me whenever he wanted one. It got so whenever they were drunk I would try to hide from them, sort of anyway. I think I really liked being hunted down and caught – know what I mean. Back then I thought mom was watching to make sure he didn’t hurt me, but as I grew older I realized she was getting off on watching him use me.”

The horrors this poor girl lived through. I tried holding her to my nipple so she could forget about it all, but she forced herself free and continued getting it off her chest.

“When I was fourteen, they came home all fucked up and a little while later they had a big fight. I heard him coming for me and tried pretending I was asleep, but that never stopped him. That was the first time I got raped, or at least that was the way I wanted to think about it. I was really ready at that time to try intercourse, so I guess that’s why I didn’t scratch his eyes out. I saw how he got off on forcing himself on me and for the first time realized the weird sort of power I had over him. I remember my mom standing in the door holding a bottle of booze and watching him attack me. Instead of protecting me, she kept telling me what to do; spread your legs, push back against him, scream a little and fight him. I guess that was his big thing; he liked it when I fought back and that was when I realized why he liked me giving him his blowjobs.”

I finally insisted that she stop talking and soon she was lying with her head buried in my chest and I could feel her tears wetting my chest. Her parents had created this monster in her that she was dealing with now in the most deviated way. I kept stroking her hair and thinking about how I had to stop her from using me and my kids. I was no shrink, but now I knew there was cause for her to get help; or at least I thought that was what she needed. What happened next was all about the real reasons she wanted to dominate others. In an instant, she turned her head and took my left nipple between her teeth. She bit hard on it and made me squeal in pain. I tried prying her away, but her teeth were locked on me and all I could do was watch her face grimacing as she held it in a death lock. She was causing me to bleed, but I certainly couldn’t get away from her. The next thing I knew, she was dragging me out of the bed and down the stairs. Her strength seemed to triple as she pushed me around like a rag doll until I was on the floor of the shower and she again had that look in her eyes. I watched her taking her place over my head and I was about to point out to her that I knew her problem, but then suddenly I saw things in a much different way; I was her therapy. She was working through what had happened to her by doing nearly the same things to me and my kids. Maybe later on I could talk to her about getting help, but for right now she just needed to feel powerful.

When Mandy began pushing my head to the side by tearing away at my hair, I stopped fighting her and waited for her torrent of morning pee. As it washed over my face I thought about how she had described how her step father had forced his ejaculation over her face just to humiliate her. This was nothing more than payback for the humiliation she had felt at the hands of her parents. And as if to embarrass me even more, she ordered me to urinate as she finished doing it to me. Considering that I needed to pee for over an hour, it was easy to let go. When she was done, I started to tell her that we needed to talk, but she flew into a rage and commanded me to shower off. I was in agreement with that and worked for a quick shower as she stormed out of the bathroom. When I got out, I was met by a very irate little girl.

In an instant, she flung a handcuff around my wrist and pushed me to the floor. We struggled with her raging at me verbally until she had me cuffed to the leg of the wash basin. I tried talking her into calming down, but she switched to my legs and placed a cuff around my opposing ankle. The fight started again as I saw she was trying to attach the other end to the knob of the bathroom door. She had to stretch my leg into the air and drag my bottom close enough to make it work, and when she was done she smiled over her winning the fight and left to bring back something that she placed onto the sink basin that I couldn’t see. I was screaming at her to let me go, but in another moment she was between my legs with what I saw as an anal plug; the kind that’s thicker in the middle and holds itself in. I started getting hard slaps against my bare legs for talking and eventually I shut my mouth.

Mandy placed the dildo object between my legs and after getting it wet by rubbing it through me, she began inserting it into my vagina. I was thankful that she hadn’t done it where it was supposed to go; at least at first. It was a fairly large size and it took her a couple tries to get it fully inserted into me. I felt rather full by the time it was seated within my vagina, but it also caused me more than a little interest to see where this was leading.

“So, you think you know what makes me tick now, huh mommy? That may have been what started my thoughts on sex, but it was you that taught me the true power of discipline. I enjoy sex my way now because that’s the way I like it. No other reason!”

I saw that she had retrieved her sewing kit and was threading one of the larger needles with pink thread. I kicked at her and received the hardest slap yet.

“You’ve already pissed me off, mommy. Now we’re going to play a new game. I don’t care to get analyzed by you over what you think you know, and this will remind you of that fact.”

When she was ready, she knelt down between my legs which kept them spread wide and began poking my lips with the tip of the needle to make me jump. She finally grabbed my clitoris between the sides of two fingers and squeezed really hard until I started crying from the pain and finally dared to speak as I begged her to release me. The evil in her eyes scared the hell out of me as she brought the needle close to my body and she tugged the front of my left labia out and began poking it directly with the needle to make me squeal. But that wasn’t her true intent. I grabbed at her hand with my free one, but was met with a torrent of cursing and warnings to keep my hand away from hers. With a look of total domination on her face, she gripped my lip between her fingers and jabbed the needle right through it in one swift motion. My mouth fell open as I saw and felt what she had done. The skin there was distinctly tougher than my nipple had proven and it took a lot of pressure for her to get the needle through even the small amount of flesh that was included. The pain was far worse than getting that needle through my nipple, but at least she kept pulling it through and out. Then I saw she was slipping the needle back through the thread to make a knot.

I was trying to decipher what she was doing when it became abundantly clear. With her knee, she pushed the dildo into my vagina repeatedly as she grabbed the opposite lip and I saw that she was actually trying to sew my lips together. I felt her squeezing my right labia into the proper position and then she stabbed me a second time and immediately pulled the needle through trailing the thread behind it. The intense pain was enough in itself, but then she tugged on the thread to cinch my lips tighter together. I protested one more time and received a sharp jab of the needle into my clitoris that left me whimpering. Mandy sat back on the heels of her feet and looked down at her artistry. Her smile told me that she liked the look of what she had done. I was still aghast to know that after the intimate night we had spent together that she could so easily turn this vicious.

My ankle was aching as it hung in the air dangling from the doorknob as the door swung back and forth under my flailing leg. My wrist was just as sore from slamming it against the metal cuff holding it to the basin. I was stretched out grotesquely and when I looked into Mandy’s eyes trying to beg her to release me, I saw something in her that turned my whole way of thinking inside out. Yes, she was skewed in her way of thinking, but that was transparent. It was the associated look that went along with her wicked smile that caught my eye the most. It had almost a caring attribute to it as if she were doing what she was, for my own good. Slowly, all my pain fell to the wayside as I stared into the adorable vicious little face of hers. I could tell she was on the cusp of falling over on me and kissing me passionately. But then she chose to include me in on what she was doing in an effort to enhance my mental torture.

“That’s what you get for talking down to me.” She ran the palm of her hand against my vulva and I loved the softness of it. I felt a soft pressure against the dildo and the pain of her sutures seemed irrelevant. It occurred to me that what she was doing was little more than getting stitches at the doctors office, just in a very sensitive area. That was obviously why she had chosen this area to torment me with, and now I put it all together that she had planned on doing this to me all along. That had been her reason for having that sewing kit the night before. Her reasoning was just an excuse; she had that sewing kit with her for a specific purpose and it had more to do with walking that sexual tightrope than anything else. “See what I can do when you piss me off? What do you think, should I sew you closed and let you keep this plug in you for the rest of the day?”

That question was less about teaching me a lesson than it was to intimidate the limits within me. I knew she wanted me to act in some submissive way to acknowledge her power over me, and I had little doubt that I would receive at least two more stitches no matter what I said, sp I upended her plan entirely when I reacted totally different. I smiled at her trying to tell her that she couldn’t hurt me this way and with total conviction, I spit at her face. I missed and it landed on her shoulder, but my message was clear. I could see in her eyes that she remembered my dubious statement from earlier and took it quite rightly as her invitation to use me as the submissive we had come to an agreement on that I was meant to be for her.

Mandy slapped my free leg wider again and as I continued staring into her face as stoically as I could muster, I felt her fingers preparing my left labia for another intrusion. When I felt the needle plunging into my skin again, I lunged forward at the pain it caused me, and then I struggled to smile at her in defiance. She prepared my opposing lip for the second suture and looked me right in the eyes as she worked it slowly into my flesh until several seconds later it popped out the other side. My labia were becoming numb to her assault except for when she tugged on the thread so as to tighten my lips together. That put a slight pressure against the plug as it captured the very top edge of it.

“Mommy learn her lesson yet?”

There was no way I was through with her yet, anymore than she wanted to be through with me. I was more driven by my need to please my adoptive daughter and lover than anything else, but the sensation and very idea that she was encasing this implement within me was growing more intriguing to me. Now I was my own worst enemy.

“Fuck you… you can’t do this to me.” Even as I spat the words at her I realized how they were the very words a child might use to provoke something to happen to them by tauntingly teasing their attacker. I had used that myself for everything from inciting my own mother to tickle me to using it as the impudence to incite a neighbor into fingering me as my first childhood experience with sexual experimentation.

It worked well as I saw her smiling as she lined the needle up again and just as slowly as the last time, twisted the needle as she forced it through my folded skin. This time though, it felt more like when a man plunges into me just a little too hard and it would light up my uterus in such a wildly erotic pain. It would hurt at first, but as his cock would withdraw, it would turn into an intoxicating pleasure that left me feeling taken. I grimaced as I felt her stabbing the needle into my other side again and then came the tugging that told me the dildo was no longer able to be withdrawn. It was captured within me. I knew all it would take to release it would be a pair of scissors, but it was the image of it being trapped within me that was now driving me wild.

Mandy acted as a seamstress as she fingered the stitches into a more even look and then pressed against the end of the plug to remind me it was there. My acting became diluted when she folded my skin again and I grabbed her hand; not to stop her or even to remove it, but to let her know how intense her actions felt to me. It was also in part to let her know in a subtle way that my mind needed more of her attention. My hand followed hers as another stabbing pain ran through my lower extremities as she placed her fourth stitch into me. I closed my eyes as I began understanding how pain really affected one’s mind. It was a fine line between pain and pleasure and the only measure of each was within the tolerances set forth by a person’s own brain. What might be a tickling motion one moment could turn painful instantly with just a little too much pressure.

I kept my eyes closed as I felt her going through the second half of this suture and this time when she tugged my labia closed, I felt myself in the throes of a tiny orgasm. It had little to do with her touch, or even the act she was performing; it was more about submitting to her whims that was pleasing me in such a powerful way that incited my reactions. Again she pushed on the dildo and I felt it push back against her stitching and realized it couldn’t possibly come out now. I flashed back once more to a fantasy I once toyed with for several weeks as a much younger women over this very act of torture. It was part of a rape scenario that involved the most detrimental things happening to me that I found stimulating at the time. I knew then that I could never really take pleasure in any of those things actually happening to me, but at the hands of this master of domination, it made my face toughen to accept the inconceivable.

Now that this implement was successfully trapped, I had had enough. I begged her that I would be good and begged her to stop her punitive measures against me. Even as the words came out, I knew she wasn’t done just yet. She worked her fingers against the stitches once more and loved what she saw before her and how little pressure it took to make me jump around. I grabbed her wrist to steady myself and noticed that her stare had more of a sexual overtone now than a disciplinary one. That incited a new round of climatic thrills deep within my abdomen. When she was ready to add the next stitch, my bottom lifted to meet her hands as if I were undulating to meet a man’s thrust. I hardly noticed the needle piercing my skin this time and reveled more at the thrill my owner was taking in tormenting me. I held my ass off the floor as I awaited the second intrusion and felt another tiny orgasm wafting through me as the cold steel passed through my lip for what would be the last time. I looked down as I watched my lover slip the thread several times through itself and finally apply a knot to her handiwork. She reached over my head for scissors she had left on the basin and cut away the needle close to my body.

We shared a quick glance and then both of us became fascinated over the appearance of a once open platform as it was now clearly the tomb of her sex toy. With my free hand I reached down and felt the smoothness of her work and couldn’t possibly hide the fact that it was more of a masturbatory grab at my own organs. Her hand pushed mine away and began palming my secured bottom. This was the absolute wildest feeling I had ever experienced in my life. I felt so full and knowing that it couldn’t possibly fall out of me drove me wild over the very thought of that detail. Mandy fell over me and kept palming my now trussed labia as she kissed me deeply and tongued the insides of my mouth.

Perhaps I felt sorry for her and wanted to take away her guilt over her actions, or maybe it was something greater than that, but I found my self whispering to her over and over, “I love you. I love you so much.”

She stayed on top of me for several minutes as she worked me into several more small orgasms. There was a magic in what she had done that I would spend the rest of my life trying to understand. How could such a despicable act cause a woman this magnification of pleasure on this scale? And how could a mere girl understand how to do that to a full grown woman?

After securing my promise not to remove her stitching, she released me and to prove I would still obey her, as I stood cautiously back to my feet, I immediately kissed her and said, “You blow my fucking mind. What are you doing to me? How can I love you so much? Look at me!”

We both looked down to see what appeared to show little more than her brand on me and the first stitch. I trembled over the fullness with every tiny movement. I ran my hand over myself and pushed my fingers against the hidden implement. It felt so frigging wonderful just knowing it was trapped within me.

I saw that Mandy suddenly seemed worried about the time and she tugged my arm to lead me back upstairs. When she looked at the kitchen clock, she hastened our pace even more. The feel of the plug buried in me was electric with every step and proved to hold that “almost too much” feeling to it. In my room she rummaged through the drawers of my bureau to find me clothes that she wanted to see me in and I got dressed quickly as she demanded. Bending over to pull on the skirt rammed the plug into my uterus sharply and pushed back into the stitching at the same time. As I stood up, I wondered how long she intended to keep this tool in me. As long as she wanted was what it would take to make me feel worthy of her.

As soon as we were both dressed, albeit with no underwear at all, she led me by my hand back downstairs and straight into the rear room of the basement. I finally figured out that she was expecting one of my kids to come home. She left me there as she ran back upstairs. I guessed that she was trying to hide my sudden appearance at the house and perhaps to make it look like she had slept in my daughter’s bed as she had told her she was going to do. About fifteen minutes later I heard someone coming home. By the slam of the door, I knew it was Kate. She always closed that damn thing too hard.

While I waited for whatever Mandy had in store for me next, I found it impossible to leave my bottom alone. I had no further inclination to have any more orgasms, a first for me, but I just needed to feel the stitching so as to understand I wasn’t trapped in some dream. I heard some terse conversation coming from the top of the basement stairs and saw my daughter being pushed forward as she made her way down to the basement. Mandy seemed rather irritated with her and I thought back to how Mandy had told her that she was going to spend the night with a male lover. I guessed that had to be why my daughter would be short with her friend after finally being allowed to come back to her own home.

Mandy began “manhandling” Kate as she purged my daughter of her clothes. I caught a glimpse of Mandy’s pussy when she worked to get Kate’s skirt to the floor and realized that every time I thought about a twinge of sex that my plug seemed to push down against the stitches. I watched as the voyeur I was becoming as my daughter was more or less forcibly stripped at Mandy’s hands. The uneasiness I usually felt over seeing my daughter’s nudity without her knowledge wasn’t nearly as intrusive as I would have imagined. And as sick as it was, I was even taking some pleasure in secretly seeing her exposed right in front of me. Maybe it was because her body was nearly identical to Mandy’s, except for her breasts, or maybe it was because of my secreted view of her. I couldn’t help noticing the differences in their breasts. Mandy’s was a bit larger and had the slightest hang to them where Kate’s were more cone shaped and her areolas puffed out from them in the sweetest juvenile way. I loved them even more than Mandy’s for one distinct reason; they were amazingly taut and pointed straight out from her chest. I wished now that I had of been able to feel them, and even suck on them a bit when Mandy had put us together in the motel.

I saw my lover situate Kate just a few feet in front of the mirror. She obviously did that so as to taunt me with what she knew I was feeling. But with no one to bear witness to my degenerate behavior, I was secretly very happy to have such a close up view of the fine young woman I had given birth to eighteen years ago. She was amazingly well developed and had a matching ass next to her friend’s.

Mandy surprised me back to reality when she came rushing through the door and went straight to get the very goblet she had told me about during our talk the night before. I found out that this goblet was Didi’s personal vessel and had only been filled once before. She had even told me how she had slowly had her start with a small sip of her pee and compelled her to drink a little more each time. When she went back to Didi, she left the door slightly open, undoubtedly to allow me to hear their conversation. It was then that I realized my hand was still groping my crotch and how Mandy must have noticed.

Didi was handed the glass and when she went to go to her knees, Mandy stopped and berated her over her earlier remarks upstairs. I could tell she was trying to find a reason to punish my little girl, but Didi kept groveling her way out of things. Both Mandy and I were about to hear something rather strange and amazingly open minded come from her mouth however.

“I don’t understand why you’re so fucking jealous. I told you what I was going to do and you know you have absolutely no say in who I want to fuck. Why are you being such a little cunt about this?”

Didi answered, “It’s not that I’m jealous. I know I can’t stop you and I wouldn’t even if I could; I want you to be happy even if it’s not with me.”

“Then what the fuck is your problem then?”

Didi dropped her head and stuttered, “It’s just that… I’m afraid, you know, that you… might get hurt.”

“You’re worried that I might get my heart broken? What a fucking idiot. You think I can’t take care of myself? And he was just a fuck. You’re the one I love. I love your brother. I love all my servants even if there were ten of them. If I lost you or any of my property, then I would be heart broken; not over some fucking one night stand.”

“No, I didn’t mean like that. I meant, I don’t want you to get… hurt. You know, beaten up.”

I could see Mandy dancing around with this new information and saw how cleverly she quickly turned things around to still find reason to punish Didi. “I’m not a fucking moron. You don’t think I can take care of my self?” I saw her forging into her artificial rage as she seemed to have found enough reason to discipline Didi for whatever she had truly meant to say. I felt sorry for my daughter, but I also wanted to see her perform for our shared lover again. Maybe it was having a mass of synthetic rubber encased in me that stole away my natural sympathy, but it was probably the desire to see Didi having to do something so nasty right in front of me that drove me into the pile of lust I had become at the moment. Besides, I knew that despite the awful revulsion she had to drinking pee, it had little chance of hurting her. But watching her having to obey our owner was quickly becoming a fascination within my mind that was an addiction I wasn’t ready to quit just yet.

I heard Mandy command my daughter to “assume the position” and saw her face change immediately. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I knew the look in my daughter’s face had changed for the better. I figured this was the second form of punishment Mandy had told me about that she had for Didi. I watched as my daughter stood straight up and seemed proud to push her small chest out as far as it could go.

Mandy snapped, “Put your hands behind your back.”

I saw Didi cup her goblet in one hand as she held both hands together behind her back. She looked down at her own chest and I assumed she was now ashamed over the disrespect that had led to all this. I would get the idea very quickly. I heard Didi say something, but I couldn’t quite make it out. Then, Mandy drew her right hand back and it became clear that she was about to hit my innocent little girl. The tingling I had been feeling over the fullness within me took a nose dive as I tried to reconcile what Mandy had told me yesterday about never hurting her servants. That effort to understand what Mandy was doing was flushed down the drain when I saw her hand slam against my daughter’s breast so hard that her cuff jewelry flew into the air. Didi immediately fell forward over the pain and cringed. I was about to scream out and knock on the glass until I studied my daughter’s face. There was an unmistakable look on it that I couldn’t confuse with what had just happened to her. Her teeth were gritted together, hers eyes crushed shut, but the breath she expelled told me the truth about her thoughts.

If nothing else, I knew Mandy was a true expert at driving me crazy by digging deep within me to torture me with truths she understood better than I did. And this was an example of how well she understood both Didi and I. As soon as Didi got her wind back, she proved to me that I was right by standing erect again. She was silently daring Mandy to hit her again. Considering the number of times I had been pierced with needles over the past two days, I saw her form of physical torment as much more lenient and less damaging physically. Accepting that she was in no real danger of getting permanently hurt, my body took over control from my mind and I felt the plug straining against my stitching which set my crotch on fire all over again. If I could endure what had been done to me, I knew Didi could handle this. I had taken many an accidental blow to my breasts and figured it couldn’t be much worse for her. At the time, I thought that since Mandy had used an open hand that it wouldn’t hurt that much, but later on I realized that was what would have actually made it hurt worse.

My hand fell back to feel the smooth stitching holding my vaginal lips closed. My thumb grazed across my clitoris and I jumped at the excitement it caused. It was harder at this very moment than it had been in many years. I could see the side of my daughter’s boob was already reddening, but her face was obstinate as she awaited a second blow. I grabbed at the very nipple that had been at the receiving end of Mandy’s torment and twisted at it. I don’t think I’d ever grown so excited so quickly in my life. I frigged away at myself with my thumb as Mandy’s hand swung forward, but she pulled it to a stop. She saw that my daughter had braced for the inevitable and wanted to wait until she wasn’t expecting it. Mandy pulled her hand back again, and the second Didi sighed over her reprieve, Mandy slapped at her exposed skin a second time while she felt safe. This time I fell forward along with my daughter, but my position was caused by the intense pleasure I received as a voyeur to all this.

Didi stayed hunched over for twice as long this time, but I was positive what I saw in her face now. Just the way Mandy was standing, I could tell there would be another slap and worked hysterically to get to the point where I would climax at that very moment. There was some conversation between the two of them that meant nothing to me, and then I watched my daughter present her chest forward for a third time. I closed my eyes for the briefest moment and got them open again just in time to see Mandy’s left hand reaching its’ mark on my little girls right breast this time. I muffled my screams of orgasm and bit my lower lip as I trembled in total appreciation over the climax Mandy had just surreptitiously caused me to have over my daughter’s torment. Didi’s nipples were hardened eraser tips by this point and she stood stoic before her punisher. Mandy smiled towards the spot she knew I was watching from and I knew she had accomplished what she had set out to show me. I could feel the plug in me getting slippery from the abundance of raw juices I had produced.

Mandy demanded of my daughter, “Now, on your fucking knees and drink from me.”

For a second time now I watched as my daughter fell slowly to her knees and gently persuaded Mandy’s legs to spread just wide enough for her to hold her glass to her vagina. I was beginning to be able to read Mandy’s body language pretty well and saw she was relaxing her muscles to fill the glass. I was grabbing at my plug with my own abdominal muscles that was causing my sexual blindness, while Didi waited for her second part of Mandy’s intentionally solicited punishment. Watching my daughter collecting her next drink seemed to pale in comparison to what I was enduring at this very moment, so I felt little pity for what she was about to do.

I saw that as Didi held the glass firmly to her mistress that the fingers on her other hand played deftly with the handcuff bobble running through the inside of her left breast. Combining the two events was a very clear indication of my daughter’s love for the girl towering over her. I understood her fascination and carnal devotion to this dominate figure that held both of us under her spell. Even the discomfort I felt between my own legs held such a clear message to both my self and my mistress that it was every bit of a turn on for me as my first sexual encounter. Yeah, it hurt a little and was debasing in nature, but the power that it displayed was so distinctively undeniable and wonderfully perverse. I loved knowing that just the act of tolerating what Mandy had done to me was proving to her my acceptance of her position over me. It would be a disturbingly twisted take on the word love to any outsider looking on, but I had become a willing participant in this world of Domination and submission and I truly felt disserving of her attention.

I realized a second small wave of climatic thrill was headed my way as Didi stood with a half full glass of Mandy’s nectar and unabashedly tilted the glass along with her head backwards to wallow under the hold her mistress had over her. I knew the thrill she was experiencing at this very moment as she gulped twice hard to make her punishment nothing more than another hurdle to prove her own acceptance of Mandy’s ability to toy with her mind. And again I noticed no smacking or licking of the lips that would be expected after downing any liquid. Didi had no desire to taste the filth, but she did exult herself by filling her insides with a very special fluid that she probably assumed no other person on earth had the privilege of tasting. I would shrink away into nothingness if she ever found out that her own mother had sampled that same fluid, a lot less of it of course, but still I had shared the experience.

Mandy took the glass from Didi and softly ran her hand over the outside of my daughter’s left breast where it was reddened from her slaps. I could swear she was having a climax of her own as she took stock of her power. This was an intoxication for her that drove her forward as our leader and both my daughter and I were all too willing to help her achieve the spirit of her role above us. Somehow, this frail little girl had learned to extract from others a form of sexual bliss that took on a form that outsiders might view as abusive, but for my family she had somehow convinced us slowly and expertly that our needs were also being met by performing for her.

Mandy pulled her cruel side out again when I heard her mentally tormenting my daughter a second time by summarily dismissing her immediately after having her prove her loyalty to her. That would be the same as telling me to leave after sewing me up the way she had by suddenly taking away my need for her attention as if I meant nothing to her. Didi and I knew her compulsion of love for us and this was perhaps the most trying thing she could do to us that we would ever have to deal with just to stay in her fold. After watching my daughter dress and go up the stairs, Mandy came back to me and I saw first hand how stimulated she had become when she groped me like a teenage boy. She marveled over the feel of my closed up vagina just as I had been doing over her actions towards my daughter. The sweet vexing of servant minds were now our choice of drugs and feeling Mandy’s desire to touch my skin in any manner was total pleasure.

I felt a momentary desire towards my daughters’ feelings and asked, “Shouldn’t you be with her today. She does think that you slept with a guy last night. She has to be hurting thinking that you don’t want to be with her; especially after what you just did to her.”

Mandy stood back from me as if to punctuate her statement by withholding her affections and took great pleasure in assigning me the duty of disrespecting Didi. “I’ll leave it up to you then. Would you rather I go after her and allow you to go home, or would you rather spend the day with me?” She looked down between my legs to make sure I couldn’t possibly forget my predicament. I had gone through a lot of pain at her hands to experience this forbidden procedure of domination and she knew well that I couldn’t stop so quickly. The plug was trapped in me now and I needed to feel all the subtle nuances it could provide to me before it was removed.

I hung my head in shame at first, but I took a deep breath and raised my head to answer her. “She’ll get over it. I want to be with you now. She has you all week… this is my only chance.”

Mandy smiled seeing my selfishness for her and ordered me to get dressed as she did along with me. She told me that she was going to let me take her shopping for the day and after demanding every third paycheck from me, I began wondering if I was going to be drained of every cent I had. But yet another piece of the puzzle came into play when she went to get her purse. She dug out two one hundred dollar bills and handed them to me.

I asked, “What’s this for?”

“You’re taking your little girl shopping; what would it look like if people saw me paying for my gifts? And I’m hungry, will you buy us lunch too, mommy?”

It was a puzzle to me why she would ask for my paycheck one minute and then hand me money the next, but it was a lot better result than I had just been thinking of our situation. I put the money in my own purse and we started out the door. It was a gruesome walk the four blocks we had to go where I had hid my car behind the local strip mall. The plug was beginning to rub me raw as it kept my mind uplifted and sexually enticed. By the time I sat behind the wheel, I needed to rest. Walking forced my vaginal muscles to grip the dildo so hard that they ached. And sitting down made my fullness double as the plug pushed even harder against my uterus. It was impossible to forget this intrusion for a single moment in a sitting position and when I took notice of Mandy, she was delighted in knowing that.

“I know how it feels, you know; I tried it out myself. Sitting down has got to be excruciating for you. I can’t wait to see you fidgeting around during lunch. You’re lucky though, because when I saw how much of the end of that thing stuck out, I cut it off. Imagine how hard I would have had to pull your cunt lips over it to sew you up?”

I couldn’t put it off any longer. “Please, do you have to use those vulgar terms? I wasn’t brought up that way.”

Mandy laughed at my prude request and answered, “Better get use to it cunt, because this is the real life. You can take getting a butt plug stuffed up you like that and sewn in place, but the words describing it offend you? Get serious! Cunt, cunt, cunt. That’s what it is, and for now on, I want you to stop using all those polite little terms you use. It’s not a clitoris anymore it’s a fucking clit. Men don’t have penis’, they have cocks. Long, hard, rigid fucking cocks. Understand me, my own personal cunt?”

She had made her point and I tried changing the subject by asking her where we were going. I assumed she had planned on one city next to us because of its popular reputation for young girls, but she told me we were going to a suburb farther away I knew as much more of a seedy kind of place. I put the car in gear and cringed over the feeling the plug caused me and Mandy gleefully remarked, “Just wait take you have to take a piss!” I hadn’t given that much thought since I assumed that the plug was a momentary thing at best. I was beginning to understand that Mandy had other ideas.

By the time we got to our destination, I had all I could do to keep from screaming. One moment I wanted to force my body to convulse against the plug in an attempt to orgasm and the next I twisted in my seat trying to get relief from the fullness it caused. Mandy was too pleased seeing my predicament as an ever present reminder of our secret. When she told me to get out of the car to follow her, I reached under my skirt to push the plug into a more comfortable position. I had wished she would have allowed me to put on some underwear because I would die if anyone caught an accidental glimpse of me.

Walking was much easier after our half hour drive and I forced myself to chat about the clothes she pointed out in the store windows we passed. It was wonderfully naughty every time she would see something meant for a preteen and exclaim how she thought I would look cute in it for her. I felt twenty years younger as we walked, sometimes with our arms locked, and chatted in a way I assumed she did with my daughter. My greatest desire at the moment was to run off with this forbidden fruit so we could be together forever. She did something to my mind that was so compelling and intriguing. I loved the way she took control of every situation and when she played the part of my youngest daughter, the pain in my crotch turned electrically stimulating. I was enchanted with the thought of being captured by my own offspring in such a deviant and incestuous way.

I was pulled away from my daydream when she suddenly tugged me into a store dedicated to teen girls. I immediately noticed that there appeared to be an underworld motif to the stores design and saw two girls Mandy’s age running around as the clerks. Mandy kept holding skirts and tops up to the both of us in her flirtatious way and the salesgirls were taking notice. I was growing embarrassed at the attention to us, but I should have hidden it better. When Mandy saw my concern, she took it as an opportunity to take another swipe at my modesty.

She grabbed a thong off a table and held it in place in front of me and spoke to the girl closest to us, “Could you help us please.” The girl came right over and Mandy asked, “What do you think… is this her style?”

My face had to be beet red. Just the thought that this girl was staring in the direction of the secret my short skirt barely kept from her sight was too much. I felt greatly complemented when the clerk stated that with my body I would look good in anything. The other clerk had come over and I assumed that this second clerk might very well be a bit gay by the way she looked at Mandy in a dreamy way.

“Yeah, my mom forgot to wear panties because she was in such a hurry this morning. And she’s a little more bashful than normal because she was with her sick little boyfriend all night, and, well you should see what he did to her.”

I was aghast at her implications, and horrified when I knew she was going to work my mind again. She reached down and tossed my skirt into the air to expose me, to which I quickly pushed back down.

“Come on, don’t be shy mommy. These girls have probably seen it all.” She turned to looked at their astonished faces and there was no mistaking that both of them had loved her flirtatious action. Mandy stared at me with her warning look and grabbed the hem of my skirt again. This time she made a purposeful point of lifting it as my hands automatically fell to push it back down again, but I caught myself and simply put my hands over hers. At first the girls saw nothing but a middle aged woman that had been shaven bald with the tattoo stating that I was owned by someone, but then one of them saw what Mandy was pointing out. She even leaned over trying to understand what she was seeing.

The girl cried out, “Look… look at that. Are you really…”

Mandy giggled over my humility and responded with, “Yeah, that son of a bitch sewed her up. Can you imagine what she’s got to be going through in her head?”

The other girl was instantly fascinated at what she had heard and bent closer to take a look for herself. I was mortified to be getting ogled by anyone; let alone two young girls. But I was taken aback when the second girl stood back upright proclaiming, “Wow, that’s so frigging… fucking hot.”

Mandy was far from done with embarrassing me and told the girls they just had to take a feel of me to feel how smooth I felt down there. They were now nearly as embarrassed as I was, but the girl I thought to be gay eventually asked me, “Can I?”

Knowing that this was what Mandy would want, I softly said, “Go ahead!”

The girl came closer and put the palm of her hand right over my vagina and raked her fingers back to feel every stitch. “Wow, that’s so fucking awesome.” She stared into my face as she continued feeling Mandy’s handiwork and told her friend, “You’ve got to feel this. It’s so frigging wild.”

The girl withdrew her hand and made way for her friend, but it took the two of them a minute to convince the girl that she did indeed need to feel such a perversion for herself. She didn’t relent however until I met Mandy’s request and told her I was fine with her touching me. The girl came close and gingerly worked two fingers quickly over my stitches and stood back again. “Damn, what did that guy do? Why did he do it? Doesn’t that hurt like hell?”

I responded that it did hurt, but stated that after the “guy” had begged me for the longest time, I had allowed him to do it to me. Their faces were just as intriguing to me as my state of bondage was to them. Then in simultaneous fashion, they both looked at Mandy and realized that she wasn’t really my daughter. That fact didn’t seem to overcome what they had witnessed as Mandy handed me the throng that she still held.

“Put this on and cover yourself up. God, you want every one in the world to know what you were doing last night?”

I grabbed the thong and when I bent over to slide it over my legs, the plug pushed into me and I couldn’t hide the discomfort I felt. I prayed that Mandy wouldn’t elaborate on what was hidden from view and at least she spared me that indignity.

“So, what does my mom owe you?”

The girls looked at each other and proclaimed at the same time, “It yours…”

Mandy was very pleased over their offer and took me by my arm to lead me back out the door. I had to take a look behind me and saw two very shocked girls talking in a hysterical fashion to each other.

“That was embarrassing beyond belief. How could you do that to me?”

Mandy just smiled and asked how the thong felt on me.

“It’s tight enough that it’s putting pressure against… the thing. I’ve never worn a thong before.”

“What did I tell you about your language? Say it better.”

I thought for a moment and mustered the ability to grow lewd for her. “Now I can feel the dildo better than ever. I have to be honest, it’s… got a certain nestling effect.”

Mandy let out a small gasp of delight and asked, “And how did you like getting two girls to feel you up?”

I wanted to speak to the superficiality of the situation, but I knew she would be far more interested in the vulgar and twisted side of my thoughts. “It was wild. I was mortified, but when they actually ran their hands over me, wow, it was so… wow. I thought that second girl was going to freak out, but she touched me so lightly that I loved the feel of her hand.”

Mandy was very pleased with my honest revelations and wrapped my arm up in hers again as we continued down the street. After coming to the end of the row of stores, we turned around and headed back down the street. When we passed the store again, I saw that both girls were gathered around the phone and were clearly describing what had happened to someone. I was embarrassed all over again knowing I was the subject of their discussion, but mildly placated when the younger girl waved to me when she noticed us passing. I even had to laugh a little when the other girl stuck her tongue out and made a motion as if licking another girl towards me. Mandy wanted to know what had incited my laughter and joined me over the absurdity when I told her.

“I want to take you to this special little shop a couple of streets over. You’re going to love it.”

I was finally feeling the need to pee and didn’t pay much attention to her statement, but when we got to the storefront, I saw it was actually a much more male-oriented place. It was clearly an adult bookstore, but also held the title of a sex shop. I guessed this is where Mandy had bought the very plug that was the cause of my discomfort at the moment. There was a long glass case in front of the older male clerk behind the counter. He eyed Mandy as the young vixen she was and I had to feel wonderful knowing that as much as he might want her, she was there with me.

Mandy looked over the trinkets in the case and pointed out several pieces of jewelry for me to inspect. I noticed a pair of the very cuffs my daughter now wore and realized this was indeed a stomping ground of my lovers. The man asked her if she wanted to see anything and I was floored when she responded with, “We were just going to catch a peep show. You recommend anything?”

The man offered a couple of disgusting titles of shows obviously meant for his male clientele and Mandy lamented, “Doesn’t seem to hit the spot. Maybe I’ll just show my mom one of the glory holes.”

Glory holes? What the hell was that and why was she so damned educated about such things? Whatever they were, her pronouncement made the man raise his eyebrows and he made the offer that I would love the one in the last peep show booth. I was very pleased when Mandy turned back to the display and asked what three long silver posts were used for at the rear of the glass case.

“Oh those, those are just for piercings.”

Mandy got short and responded with, “I know that, but what the hell for?”

The man obviously didn’t like her sarcasm and made a point of being as blunt as he could while trying to piss her off in return. “For stitching, you know… down there.” He looked at me as one might whenever a mother was accompanying her daughter into a sex shop, but went on to make his point quite clear. “Biker’s use them on their women to close up their cunts so they can’t fuck around.”

I was horribly embarrassed standing there as Mandy took a second, longer inspection of the three silver posts with a small ball capping each end. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it as if to tell me she liked what she was looking at and wanted me to buy them with the money she had given me. But then when I didn’t make a move, she decided to teach me a lesson about “getting” her hints.

“How do you put them in with those balls on both sides?”

The man grinned and answered, “They come two ways; you can get the ones where a ball screws off one end or you can get the type where they’re fixed. Those are meant to stay in and I hear they can be a real bitch to get off later on when the holes tighten up. The ones with the larger balls are the twist off type.”

Mandy grinned at me as she returned with, “I guess they would look a lot better than plain old thread, huh?”

I was beginning to tremble as I could see the embarrassment heading my way.

Mandy asked me, “What do you think mom? Wouldn’t these look a lot better?”

I couldn’t find the words she obviously wanted to hear, so she turned and asked the guy what his opinion might be. When he said, “I just work here”, her evil grin washed over her face as she responded with, “Well, you’re a guy, aren’t you?”

With a nod of her head, she motioned me to show the man her craft and I begged her quietly not to do this to me. But when her look grew worrisome to me, I slowly began lifting my skirt. Mandy reached down and moved the front patch of my newly acquired thong to one side and asked him, “Well, would you prefer the studs or this?”

I thought the poor man was going to have a heart attack. He leaned over the counter as Mandy ran her fingers under me and brought them forward in a futile attempt to show more of what was nearly impossible for him to see. She ordered me to lift one leg for a better inspection and I balanced on one leg as I raised the other up to rest on the front edge of the case. The man welcomed his free peek and nearly fell over the case trying to see where the stitches ended. He finally fell back into a standing position and answered, “I don’t know… that looks pretty hot from here. I think I like the looks of that more. Whoever did it knew what they were doing. And I guess you’d be the Mandy that owns this fine piece of property?”

Mandy smiled at the compliment and again I prayed she wouldn’t reveal the second part of our secret. She told the man that she was in fact “the” Mandy in question and asked how he liked my tattoo. She turned back to the case and as I dropped my leg and smoothed my skirt back into place, and she asked my opinion again. This time I just wanted to get out of there and told her I liked them. She told the man that she would take three of the larger ones and two of the smaller ones on display just under them.

The man asked, “You want the screw types or what?”

She turned to me again and I answered, “The screw type.”

Mandy smiled curtly and told him, “Make them all solid. They sound like more fun.” And after a very long ten seconds of torture for me, she added, “What the fuck, give us both types. I’m sure they each have their place.”

I squeezed the protrusion inside of me and felt a tingling sensation knowing that she wanted them to torture me with later on. I watched the man throw the ten studs into a plain paper bag and dug out one of the bills Mandy had given me to pay for them. Several more remarks were bantered over my desire to be bound up and finally she grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the rear of the shop. It appeared empty except for five or six stalls with doors on them like you would find in a bathroom. She took me to the middle stall and shut the door behind us. The booth was gross in looks and was only outdone by the smell. I knew what these booths were used for and watched as Mandy dug through her purse looking for quarters.

I looked around to see the walls and floor stained from the obvious remnants of men jacking off to the raw pornos they viewed here. I heard clicking and turned to see Mandy putting several quarters into the slot in front of us before pausing to look over the selection of movies. She thumped one of the buttons and seconds later a movie started without so much as a title or credits. I thought, “How typical for men.”

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised to see that Mandy had selected a flick with lesbians and within seconds I was watching two women stripping off each other’s clothes. A passionate kiss seemed to be all it took to start things off and Mandy ran her hand behind my back to settle in to watch them making out. I slowly became rather interested in watching them as well, until the door from the booth next to us banged loudly. That was enough to make me very nervous again, but when I looked at the wall to make sure there was no possible way for its occupant to see us, I was shocked to see a hole the size of a half dollar. In seconds there was an eye peering through the hole and then a definite male finger protruded through and began a beckoning motion to us.

I was in a state of shock seeing this total lack of privacy that men obviously dealt with on a much different level than we women. I was even more shocked when Mandy reached her finger through the hole and repeated the man’s gesture. I made a grab for her arm to pull her back and asked her what she thought she was doing. She put a finger to her lips to hush me and whispered, “Watch!”

A few seconds later I was appalled to see that the man was sticking his penis through the hole as if to brag over what he had and Mandy instantly reached out and ran her fingers over it. It finally hit me what a glory hole was and realized that it must be routine for gay men to come here for anonymous relief. Evidently, this man liked women just as much. Mandy removed her hand and forced my hand forward to feel the appendage for myself. It was wildly erotic to be holding a strange man’s cock with absolutely no knowledge of what he might look like behind the wall, but I was instantly excited when I could feel him growing in firmness at the mere touch of my hand. I heard the man moaning from next door and as one hand began a slow stroking motion to see if I could illicit more moaning of gratitude, I fingered the tip of his cock with my other hand. Mandy began pushing on my shoulders trying to force me to my knees in an obvious attempt to get me to give this pervert more than just a handjob, but I fought like hell to stop her.

Suddenly I felt her giving me a very harsh wedgie by grabbing the back of my thong and it put an unacceptable pain into my depths by pulling the plug deeper into me momentarily. Knowing that her action was meant to order me to do her bidding, I begrudgingly fell to one knee and looked back at her. I turned back to the cock I was holding and saw one tiny droplet of the man’s precum. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth and was amazed at how quickly I became a wanton whore. I heard a giddy laughter coming from my owner over her abuse of me, but I was also thinking about how much this wicked sight was pleasing her. I lavishly licked and sucked on the man, and even took the full amount of him that he could push through the hole. He began fucking into my mouth and I was awed because a man had never really used my mouth that way. Usually during a blowjob I had to do all the real movement and I couldn’t help but think this man was using my mouth like it was a pussy. I wondered if this was the way gay men preferred their sex just as a spurt of cum hit my tonsils. I backed away only to be met by Mandy’s hand holding me in place by my hair. The man finished by ejaculating all over my face. It was disgusting, but also, wildly erotic again. I was astonished at how little it had taken to make the man cum, and as he pulled his cock away from our view, I stood up in disbelief over what I had just done.

Mandy was smirking away as she grabbed some tissues from my purse and began wiping off my face. I felt like a virgin with my best friend having watched my deflowering. I began acting like a school girl as I excitedly told her what it had been like and she was happy to see I was just as fascinated as she. We heard the door banging again and soon we were leaving as well. But I needed to pee in the worse way and stopped her before we got out front again. I had no idea what might happen if I tried to do that with this plug in me, or even where I would find a bathroom in the time I thought I had before exploding. She seemed to take pity on me and I thought we were leaving, but she stopped at the clerk and told the guy we had an emergency. He finally relented to breaking the house rule and showed us to the employee bathroom around the corner from him. Mandy followed me in and as I sat on the toilet, I began trying to gingerly work my fingers around the threads to force the plug to one side. Mandy was giggling over my efforts to make things happen, but finally I felt my pee running past my fingers as my bladder had to be smiling. It went everywhere but where it should, but at least I was feeling relief. Mandy took the lead in wiping me off and then used the toilet after me.

As we were leaving the store, the man that had obviously been the recipient of my blowjob was out front and appeared to have been waiting for us. He shoved a closed fist my way and when I looked to see what he was handing me, Mandy snatched the wad of folded bills from his hand. She counted the money and made the man stay there until she exclaimed, “Thirty dollars? You got more money?”

I was totally freaking out that the man was even offering to pay me for what I had done voluntarily, as far as he knew, but when he pulled more bills out of his pocket, Mandy tugged out a single dollar bill and gave it to the man.

She ordered the man to pay me and he handed me the one dollar bill and she handed him back the rest of the money. “She’s good, but she’s cheap, too.” The man asked her while looking at me for the answer, “Are you sure?”

A quick look at my owner told me what to do and I answered, “Yes, that’ll be enough. Thank you!”

The man went one way and we headed down the street the other way. Mandy was all but skipping beside me as she ran her arm through mine again and I found myself excitedly talking about how the whole experience had been the nastiest thing I had ever done in my life. She had turned me into a whore for her voyeuristic pleasure and I wasn’t beyond thinking of it as a very wild learning experience. There was something about how it had been anonymous and wickedly depraved that made my insides renew with a sexual lust to enjoy the girl on my arm in a very personal way. We went from there to a small outdoor café to grab a bite to eat and I was treated to an otherwise normal day out for two girls as we chatted it up.

When we got back to her house where she wanted to be dropped off, her parents weren’t home and she led me to her basement. After making out for nearly a half hour, she went upstairs and came back with the scissors I had been dreaming of all day. She worked her way between my legs and I gladly displayed my crotch for her as she peeled away my thong. We shared a laugh over how we had gotten it and she took a last look and feel of my reddened lips before finally reaching up carefully to cut the first suture free. I felt a slight freeing sensation, but when she began pulling the thread through the already sore holes, I grabbed for her hand to make her go slowly. I could feel my lips spreading open like flower petals until finally I felt the plug push outward just a tiny bit. When all the stitching had been removed, I felt Mandy wrapping her fingers around the end of the plug and she began twisting it back and forth, but my body had formed a muscle like grip on it and she stood to get a better hold on it. When she finally got it to begin moving, I could feel my muscles relaxing to release it. As it left my body, it made a loud popping sound that made us both laugh. I wanted to stand, but I was afraid of what gravity might do since I could tell I was still left open to the wind. Mandy showed me just how open when she pushed all four fingers into me without hardly touching my labia.

We both looked over my less than pretty state and began poking fun at how wild the entire day had been for both of us. Mandy made it clear that our day, along with out prolonged date, was over. I went to retrieve the rest of her change and handed it to her as she reminded me of the check I would owe her in the future. But just as I was about to leave, she pulled me back to the couch.

“I don’t want you to leave before I tell you this. You think I’m this way because of what my parents did to me; it’s not like that at all. True, I learned all my little… perversions from how they treated me, but they really only taught me about sex. And I guess I learned about power trips from them, too, but in so many ways I used them as well. I knew when my step was coming for me, and when my mom was in the process of bargaining me off to him. And what did I do? I just sat there and waited for it to happen or played games right along with them. Granted, I didn’t like everything they did to me, but there was a lot that I did like. It was how they worked things that really intrigued me.”

I watched as she turned to search for the words she needed to tell me what she felt I needed to know.

“There were a lot of times where I knew I could escape until they sobered up, but instead I would hang around and wait for it to happen. I would get all tingly inside and often frigged myself hoping that the time was coming soon. I remember one night when I overheard them talking with one of my step’s friends about letting him visit me in my room. It never happened, but I always wished that it had.”

Mandy spun around to look me straight in the eye and leered at my body. “I remember one time when I saw my mom in bed as my dad struggled with her. They were both nude and I watched her legs flailing all around as he was trying to force her into having sex with him. I’ll never forget her hairy bush and how I had wanted to be used by her that night. If I didn’t like what happened to me, then why did I walk into their room right then asking for clean clothes? I wanted to be involved and was even offering to take my mom’s place in fucking my step. I wanted her to stay and watch him raping me, or at least that would have been what she saw. I even wanted her to stick that woman’s crotch of hers in my face to see what it would be like. You understand what I’m trying to say?”

She didn’t give me a chance to answer and went on.

“I was the one really in charge back then. And I got off on it. I knew way back then that I had this natural… this natural attraction… a desire really, to control others. Towards the end, I was almost always the reason something would start up and I figured out how to get my way. I studied what drove my step dad into his sexual frenzies and used it to control him. I even pissed off my mom now and then to get her to want to punish me in the very way I had let her think was hated by me. One time I wanted to see her reaction to my step forcing me to suck him off. I pissed her off when I knew he was ready to hassle me just to give her the right idea. It was her eyes that I learned from as she watched him doing it. The fucker decided that he wanted more than just a typical blowjob and forced me to swallow his cum. Here I was being forced to do the most disgusting thing I could imagine, and she looked like she was having an orgasm as he choked me half to death. I wanted to be behind those eyes and soon I was tormenting my own boyfriends in little ways just to see them expose their inner selves to me. I don’t think I’ve had just had sex for the sake of it. It was the power trip that made me come alive. For me, having that power was better than any climax I’ve ever had. Shit, when I sewed you up today, I had a thousand tiny orgasms that left me quivering more than you’ll ever understand.

So you see, in their minds they were just having their fun, but all the time I was learning what really turned me on. After I put a stop to sex with my step, I struck out on my own to have sex the way I wanted it. I experimented with a couple of girls, and a whole lot of boys, but when I set my sights on Kate a few months ago, I knew I had found the love of my life. Fag, well I need him around for his expert skills as a man, as well you know. Plus, he really is a great guy. And you, well you fill that void I have for real adult love. You have a woman’s body with all the right parts and knowledge that your kids haven’t got a clue about yet. With you, sex between us is so taboo that it makes it all that much more exciting. Knowing I have you by the balls is such a fucking turn on for me.”

I was still rather confused why she had grown to look at things the way she did, but I was happy to hear her explaining to me what had brought her into my life. I was intrigued by one thing myself and asked her about how she had suddenly stopped her parents from using her.

“Simple – blackmail. I learned to use a camera and set up my dad to rape me. I made sure mom got in on it, and then I got to practice my hand at blackmail. Why do you think I have a two hundred dollar a week allowance? It’s a fragile relationship we have now, but make no mistake about it; I’m in charge.”

Suddenly we heard footsteps coming into the basement and I stood away from her. It turned out that her mom had come home alone and was very surprised to see me there with her daughter. Mandy quickly explained that I was asking about Kate and what she had been doing since I had moved away. There was no way she believed her daughter, but she didn’t want to tempt getting her mad; at least not with me there.

It was a very long drive home that night and I had more than a lifetime of things to think about. One thing I knew for sure however was that I was more dedicated to this affair now than ever before. I knew one day that as women, her mother and I would have to talk among ourselves over what she had allowed to go on for years. In the mean time, I would be more than happen to fill in as the mom she now wanted; whether it was for guidance, fulfillment, or just to hold in my arms as she nursed on me.

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