Mother's Devoted Slaves

by Jen L. Lee © 2013

My name is Crystal Alexander and this is my story. It's weird but it's true.

I attend a very affluent private school and I drive a nice car. My clothes are designer and I have a thing for shoes. When I am out with my friends, I love to shop and am never at a loss for cash. You might wonder how a 16-year old girl can afford all of these things ...?

My mother makes a lot of money although some of my friends think she either made out like a bandit in the divorce or has a rich, older man on the side. Truth be told, neither of those is true.

Mother hasn't slept with a man since she divorced my cheap-ass father. Neither of us has spoken to him since either. Mother has male friends, although that is the extent of the relationship – friendship and sometimes, business.

Mother does indeed work – she is a professional Dominatrix and has been for the past ten years. So am I and have been for the last two years. Although there are some odd twists and turns to our story. I hope you will find it interesting. At times, I can scarcely believe it myself.

My mother is Ingrid and she is 37 years of age. A tall, imposing woman who stands 6' in her bare feet. She weighs almost 160 pounds, but it's solid muscle. Mother runs, swims and works out every day. I am also in perfect shape. Mother would tolerate nothing less and her mother was much the same. My mother adheres to a strict sense of standards and holds those in her life accountable.

My grandmother raised all 3 of her daughters to be strong women. If you think my elders are cold women, you're wrong. Calm under fire, yes. Strong, very much so. I did not lack for love or affection, from my mother, aunties or grandmother. Hugs were common. Praise was forthcoming when deserved.

My mother was an exceptional student and excelled academically. Coming from a family of educators – both of my grandparents were professors – nothing less would have been acceptable. Mother's friends were all achievers and one of her teachers asked for her assistance with a somewhat-younger, problem student.

"Angel could be a wonderful student," Miss Williams told mother. "She hangs around with a bad crowd because she likes to be popular. I think she might be sexually promiscuous. It would be a shame if she threw away a good education because of all that."

"I see," Mother said. "What is it you would like me to do?"

"Take her under your wing and teach her that there is more to life than parties, drinking and boys," Miss Williams asked. "I've seen the way she looks at you, she's in awe of you. If you could mentor the girl, I'd be very grateful."

Here was my mother, only just sixteen herself, being asked to take charge of another girl. To her credit, she did as her favorite teacher asked. She never told Miss Williams how she accomplished such a feat, but within a month, Angel Cortez was dressing in a more acceptable manner, had stopped both smoking and drinking and was no longer cutting classes. If you found my mother, you found Angel nearby. Nothing my mother wanted was out of the question for Angel and to this day, she is one of mother's most devoted friends. I refer to her as "Aunt Angel".

I didn't know then the inner workings of my mother's mind. Of course, I do now. I know them intimately.

After her graduation, mother kept in touch with Miss Williams. Her former mentor often asked for her assistance with "problem" students. As mother can be very cagey, I don't know what, if anything, Miss Williams knew about my mother's methods.

My mother was controlling these impressionable young women through lesbian sex. She made them into her total pussy slaves through subjugation and the sheer force of her will. She would break them down and build them up again, showing them they didn't need alcohol, cigarettes, drugs or men to build their self esteem. Only by finding beauty in themselves and their power as young women would they find true happiness.

Mother also made sure the girls were pliable and could be bent to her will. She may have given them self-esteem, but mother is no one's fool. Even then, she made sure the girls knew who was in charge. How did she accomplish all of this?

By giving them the most incredible sex any of them would ever know.

Mother knew she preferred women from the age of twelve. Her first sexual experiences were with women and she loved it. She was also an attentive lover and every trick she learned, she mastered. Soon, the pupil became the teacher. With her regal looks and incredible body, other girls were begging for the touch of my mother's lips on their own or the feeling of her body against theirs. Mother soon realized that desire equalled power. Over time, she learned to wield that power remarkably well. Aunt Angel was her first victim. There were many, many others.

Mother was and is, a sensual, manipulative bitch. During her university days, she had more women under her thumb than men. All of them were her sycophants, just waiting for a subtle nod or a smile of approval. She even beguiled some of her professors. When she met my father and married him in haste, she tried to curtail her activities somewhat. It was to no avail. She liked the company of pretty women and girls and the little gifts they accorded her. It became increasingly hard for her to disguise her disinterest in my father. Let us just say my father is far from the most interesting man in the world anyway.

After I was born, she tried to make their marriage work, but divorce was imminent. After she had her freedom, mother was flat-broke. That didn't last long. Several of her friends rallied around the "poor mother and child". She also began getting requests from some of her friends for advice on how to raise their children, as I was so well behaved and such a shining example.

Mother realized there was not only great pleasure to be found, but perhaps a bit of cash as well. She insisted to these women that her success with me was due to proximity. I lived with her and thus, she knew what I was up to at all times. Of course, that wasn't it at all. I adored my mother and wanted to make her proud, plus I inherited her belief in self-worth. I inherited other things as well, but we'll discuss that later.

These women asked mother what she could do and she said unless the girls were either living with her or visiting several times a week, there wouldn't be much she could do. The parents of these girls respected my mother and asked if something might be arranged. Mother spun her web and her first slave was ensnared in her clutches.

I will never forget pretty little Candy. She was 15 at the time and I was 12. She wasn't a bad girl, just sassy and entitled. She smoked too much and thought as an adult she could do anything she pleased. Mother soon set her clear on that score. She lit up a cigarette in front of mother and mother knocked it from her hand. When Candy complained loudly and with a lot of profanity, mother slapped her across the face. "This is MY home and while you are living here, you will live by my rules," she told the startled young girl. "I do not allow smoking or profane language. Here you are to address me as MISS Ingrid and my simplest words to you are to be obeyed. Do we understand one another?"

Candy went to say something and mother's hand flew across her face again. I had never seen this side of my mother before. It terrified me a great deal but I also found it oddly fascinating. Candy nodded and stayed silent for most of the night.

I heard noises I didn't recognize late that evening. Now I know what they were.

Over the intervening weeks, Candy changed from a spoiled little bitch to a docile, friendly and obedient young woman. She seemed to live for mother's slightest approval. Even when she returned to her parent's home, she came to see mother at least once every few weeks. Sometimes I would go to bed and she would still be talking with mother, hanging on my mother's every word. I wondered just what my mother had done to affect such a change in this once-spoiled brat.

For the next few years, there came a plethora of young beauties and a list of names I can scarcely remember. Gianna, Shauna, Grace, Leslie and many others. Around the time I turned 13, I began piecing together what was going on. I was a bright and inquisitive young woman. When I caught Gianna kissing my mother's high heels, I knew the score. I didn't let on I had seen them until the lovely black girl left for the evening.

"She's a very lovely young woman," I said to mother as Gianna nodded and passed by me on her way out. "She also has lovely manners."

"Yes, not at first though," mother commented. "I had to teach them to her, remember?"

"I do and now I know how you do it," I smiled. "I saw you earlier on. You seduce these young women. You make them your lovers and make them earn your favors, isn't that it?"

"I'm glad you saw us," mother responded. "Yes, but it's more than that. I am a Dominatrix. They are totally my slaves and must do anything I ask – anything. Several bring me gifts and their parents are usually so grateful for the changes, they can be quite generous at times. I love having these pretty young things serving me, it's a tremendous thrill," she told me. "Who needs men when you have such lovely young girls to give you pleasure?"

"That does sound nice," I told mother. "I've kissed a few girls at sleepovers, it's kinda sexy. I've never done anything more than that. I'm pretty sure I'm a lesbian though," I confessed for the first time. Mother smiled and nodded as if it didn't surprise her in the least. From that day forward, we went on with our lives and mother was a bit less discreet. Several of her slaves stayed the night or were allowed to be affectionate in my presence. I felt more like an adult than I had before.

On my fourteenth birthday, mother gave me a big hug and said now that I was an adult in her eyes. I was free to have sex in her home with whoever I wanted. That included her slaves, if I so desired. I shook my head. "I think I want one of my own," I said to her.

"I was hoping you'd say that, Crystal darling," mother said with the happiest of smiles. She took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. "You are now free to enter my bedroom whenever you like. I will have no secrets from you. One thing I have been hiding is the fact I want you as my lover and I would love to pass on all my secrets – as my mother did for me!"

I gasped – I had no idea my grandmother liked women, although she was still gorgeous at a few years shy of sixty. The prospect of making love to my mother made me wet, horny and very special.

"Would I have to call you Mistress Ingrid?" I asked her tentatively.

"Only out of respect in front of my sluts," mother told me. "You would have to defer to me in any decisions, aside from whichever sluts you may choose for yourself. Otherwise, we will be equal lovers and do as we choose without recriminations!"

I felt my entire body tingling. This all sounded too good to be true. I guess kinky runs in our family. "Why do you call the girls sluts?" I asked her.

Mother came close to me and looked at my face with amusement. "It keeps the little bitches in line. They must never forget their place, that is the first lesson I am going to teach you. You are the mistress, they are your sluts. Understand?"

I did understand, mother had made everything quite clear. I nodded and she smiled again. She told me that there was a nice gift for me in my bedroom and to come back in a few minutes. I ran to my bedroom and found a beautifully wrapped box on my bed. Inside was a lacy white teddy. I knew mother wanted me to wear it for our first time together as lovers. I made sure to look my best and added white heels before returning to her bedroom.

I gasped when I saw her. Mother was now wearing a black leather corset, matching thong and thigh-high black boots with stockings. The heels had to be at least 5 inches. Now I could see why her slaves were in awe of her. So was I.

"You are going to learn how to pleasure a woman," she told me. "You will learn how to enjoy a lovely female body, to explore with your lips, your hands and your tongue. You will learn that nothing on a body is filthy and that good sex can happen in many ways. I am going to pleasure you first, my little whore and show you that you are capable of great sexual passion."

I loved the way mother was talking to me. I was determined to pay close attention and that when it was my time to give her pleasure, I would not stop until I made her cum. "Come over here and kiss me," mother said to me in a low, sensual tone I had never heard before. "Sex between two women can be incredible, but kissing another female is the beginning. All of my sluts are taught how to kiss."

I nodded and approached her, feeling more feminine than I can ever remember being. She bent down and kissed me and I felt the odd sensation of her tongue sliding into my mouth. I could feel my pussy dampen and my nipples springing to attention. Mother slid her hands down to my ass and grabbed it hard and pulled me even closer. "You've got a perfect bubble butt," she said as I felt my first moans of pleasure. "I love your ass and when it comes time to rim you, I'm going to simply love it."

"Rim me? I don't know what that is," I told her.

"I'm going to lick your lovely asshole and maybe use a finger or two," she said to me. "A woman's ass can provide her pleasure if she so desires. All of our bodies are one big erogenous zone."

I smiled and nodded again. She tugged my hand and pulled me into her bed. It was huge and I thought you could likely hold an orgy on the thing. Sometime later I was to prove that thought correct.

Mother began to just touch me with her hands and kiss me with her mouth. I was being taken to another world and she still looked so powerful and strong. She took her time to explore my body and seemed to be thrilled by every little nook and cranny. She even licked behind my knees and it almost made me melt. Somehow without my being aware of it, she had even managed to remove my teddy. I was lost in the moment, I suppose.

Mother loved my tits. While they are not as large as her 38D's, they are round and my complexion is closer to my father's, so they are darker with large brown nipples. She spent a lot of time loving my tits and then moved down my body again. I knew what I wanted and asked for it. "Please, please eat my pussy," I groaned.

"This is where a strong Mistress would remind you of your place," mother told me. "She would eat you and tell you to be silent or perhaps have you satisfy her first. I have had sluts lick all the way up my boots and all over my body just for five minutes on my tongue on their horny little twats. You are not a slave Crystal, don't ever forget that. Always be the smarter, stronger one," she smiled before lowering her face down completely into my needy cunt.

Mother made me cum so hard I almost passed out. It felt like her tongue was everywhere and that I was merely putty in her strong arms. I guess I was and she molded me into a new woman, starting that very evening. I was her perfect little bitch and I knew that I would never equal my beautiful, lovely kinky mother. As she licked and sucked and strummed my clit, I took a silent vow to myself and to her that I would always strive to achieve my best.

I was thrashing about the bed, kicking and screaming and squirming. I think it amused mother and when she lifted her head from between my legs, her lips were gleaming. She kissed me again and for the first time, I tasted my juices. I sucked on her offered tongue and when she broke the kiss, she praised me for having good instincts.

"It is time for you to learn to eat cunt, little whore," mother said to me as she moved up on the bed and straddled my face. "Go in deep and really work your tongue. I keep myself very clean, you know that, so there is nothing to worry about. Do a good job and you will get lots of pussy juice, which you will love. We have hours to play together and to have lovely orgasms. Women can cum so many times, it is why we will always be superior to men in the bedroom."

I nodded just before mother lowered her gorgeous, shaved pussy to my face. I shot my tongue out and licked for all I was worth. I am sure I didn't have mother's finesse, but I bet I matched her for enthusiasm. I did love the taste of pussy juice and I wanted more. My mother was a very juicy lady, so I got almost all I could handle.

"You are one incredible cuntlapper, little whore," she smiled at me. I wondered why she talked in such a manner and asked her that.

"Words have power and not just that, they're fun," she laughed. "I call my other girls sluts, so I can't very well call you that. We are both sluts though, but in the very best ways. Whores, sluts, bitches – it's all good!"

Mother was turning me on and she still looked so regal. I buried my face in her tits and sucked her huge nipples. She clutched me to her bosom and let me go at it. She was murmuring these sexy little profanities to keep me going and I pushed her down on the bed. I wanted a measure of control now and buried my face back in her cunt. I wanted more, I had become hooked on her flavor. She finally had to push me away. "You most certainly are my daughter," she laughed.

Mother gave me quite a workout for a birthday present. We had sex in her sunken bathtub and she taught me about sixty-nine and yes, I rimmed her ass. She asked me if I wanted to lose my virginity and I nodded. Mother fucked that away with her strap-on and while it felt good, I can take it or leave it. I guess cock just isn't my thing. Mother loves for me to fuck her though, she needs a good fucking every so often and I've mastered the use of the large phallus. She tells me some men aren't as good with their cocks as I am with the strap-on.

All these months later and things at home are fabulous. I sleep with mother several times a week and she has let me borrow a few of her slaves. I had always found black girls sexy, so mother gave Gianna to me for an evening. I felt very proud of myself when she told me that I was almost as nasty as mother. Of course, I had to fuck the little slut silly for that.

Mother added three new slaves to our roster last month, a pretty redhead named Susan, a gorgeous brunette named Jennifer and a little raven-haired pixie named Andrea. If I had seen Andrea first, I might have snagged her myself. She's 5'2" of sexual dynamite and mother has promised I can have a night with her for my 17th birthday.

I am finding my own little kinks. Mother loves black leather and latex, that isn't for me. I love shiny red PVC and it looks amazing on me because of my darker complexion. I even dared to wear my PVC mini to school, which led to something wonderful.

I have my first two slaves and mother couldn't believe the circumstances. One of my teachers asked me if I could help her daughter to be more outgoing socially. The daughter is a very pretty, 15-year old, petite blonde named Ashley. She's beautiful and I could easily imagine the two of us twisted up together in bed. But Miss Miller – Danielle – is tall, leggy, blonde and gorgeous – like mother. So I played a few games and let Miss Rogers know that I would help her daughter all I could, but she'd owe me cash and "other things". After about one month of time with them, they are both eager sluts in my full control. Last night, I instructed Danielle to fuck her daughter while Ashley ate my pussy. Both of them did it without a word of protest.

I have one regret and that is about my best friend, Sammy – Samantha. I've known her since I was 5 and she knows about my lifestyle. I can tell her everything. The thing is, I see her yummy, petite, redheaded body and I want to do it with her. I want us to go to bed together and do things together. Yet I know she wouldn't be into being one of my slaves. I don't even know if she's attracted to girls, she hasn't said. I wonder if I can make it work somehow?

If not, she'll always be my BFF. Life may not be perfect, but it's the only one I've got.