| My Angel Mistress Time got away from me today; my grocery shopping took far longer than expected. I had forgotten Tuesdays were senior coupon day, so when I went to pick up ingredients for dinner the octogenarians from the retirement home were out in force. You'd think after 80 years they'd have figured out the grocery checkout thing, but no. Apparently this was a brand-new experience for them. They were clogging the checkout lines, one even going so far as to get in the 15-item-or-less line with enough items in the cart basket to the next millennium. Then, of course, they wait until the cashier announces the total to dig for several minutes through their voluminous purses to find their check book, then another two minutes to find a pen. Nice that they have the time to do this, but I don't – I need to get home. Every minute that passes increases the chances I'll be getting my butt warmed by a hairbrush. Finally I make it back home, and see with horror that it's already 4:30 in the afternoon. I hurry to put the groceries away and get Annie's afternoon snack on the table before she gets home from school. I quickly laid out the apples and peanut butter just like she likes it, a cookie next to them. I'm just pouring a glass of milk as I hear the front door open, and schoolbooks hitting the floor. Annie – my 12-year-old daughter and my mistress – walks in. Her new school friend Chloe is with her. Nonchalantly, I stand at the sink, cleaning up my lunch dishes. Although joy fills my heart and I long to run to Annie, I do not greet her – she has forbidden me to do so until she speaks to me first. The sweet scents of the two teenagers fill the kitchen, and I get weak in the knees. "Awmigawd, you weren't kidding," Chloe says. "The minute I walked in the door, my mom would be all up in my face like, 'Oooh, how was your day, go do your homework, clean your room' and all that shit. Are you serious that she won't say a word until you tell her?" I hear the dulcet tones of my darling daughter reply, "She won't say anything. She's a good girl. Aren't you, mother?" I can hear the subliminal threat of punishment in her lovely voice letting me know I should reply carefully, or there will be repercussions. Not daring to look at the girls, I softly chuckle, trying to maintain the façade to Chloe that it's a little game we're playing. I gingerly frame my reply, keeping my eyes focused on the dishwater, "Well, Chloe, I love my Annie very much, and like to do anything I can to make her happy!" I hear footsteps come up behind me, and inhale sharply as I feel hands wrap around me and squeeze my breasts. "That's a good momma," I hear Annie say. "Turn around." Still in her embrace, I turn and look down into her lovely eyes. "Kiss me," she orders, and I bend my head down and press my lips on hers. Her tongue comes into my mouth, and I moan from the pleasure of having her press against me. Any pretense of a game is gone. After an all-too-short-moment, she breaks the kiss. "Tell Chloe what you are," she commands. My throat dry from passion and embarrassment, I whisper my response. "I'm Annie's obedient little slut," I say, and make the mistake of looking directly at Chloe, my eyes meeting hers, which are wide at what she's just heard. She's quite lovely, pale skin and dark black hair with very little make-up. I feel a sharp slap on my cheek. Annie's lovely voice now barks sharply at me, "I didn't give you permission to look at her!" "I'm sorry, Annie," I say, and quickly assume the penitence position before her, on my knees with my forehead on the floor and arms stretched out in front of me, as she expects of me to whenever I have displeased her. I feel her lift the hem of my summer dress up, exposing my ass. She moves my knees slightly apart, exposing my shaved labia and asshole. "You see, total obedience," I hear her tell Chloe. "I don't fucking believe this, it is SO hot!" Chloe says. "I totally want MY mom to be like this!" My face reddens, but fearing worse punishment, I don't move. I hear the clink of a glass tumbler from the dish rack, then her footsteps as she walks out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom. While she is gone, I feel Chloe's hands rubbing my ass cheeks, so soft and smooth, even trailing a fingertip across my pink rosebud and gently circling it. However, I stifle back my moan of pleasure, not daring to make any noise that would indicate I'm enjoying the attention. A few minutes later, Annie returns. I hear the glass being set on the table, and from the 'thunk" sound it now makes I know it's almost full. Then I hear the "whish" of the hairbrush through the air, and cry out as I feel the first sting on my ass. She's in a good mood today, so hopefully this won't last more than a few minutes. When she's cranky from PMS, typically she spanks me until both her little arms are tired... ************************* From the day she was born, I had been in love with my little Annie. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a face so lovely that to this day it takes my breath away every time I look at her. She had always been a strong baby, average-sized, but somehow her little limbs were powerful. When she was 12 months old, I had taken her to the pediatrician for some shots, and it took both the office nurse and me to hold her down so the doctor could give her shots and take a blood sample. As she grew, her personality showed as much strength as her body. She was a powerful little person. What I did wasn't so much parenting as it was just keeping her out of danger as best I could. Nothing scared her, not loud noises, big waves on the beach, or barking dogs. Her father Jason thought it was all good fun, used to laugh as I'd panic. She had him wrapped around her finger so tightly that he was totally blind to what she was becoming. Annie was bright, a straight-A student at school, obedient and cooperative to her teachers. Soon all her classes were advanced-level and she was so far ahead she even skipped 5th grade. Knowing there would be no consequences for any of her bad behavior, by the time she was 9 she had become incorrigible at home. There were times when after a wild fuck session with Jason I would look up and see her standing at our now-open bedroom door, watching but saying nothing, then walking away and closing it again. One day I was taking a shower, and she got in with me. "Annie!" I said, shocked at the intrusion, "What are you doing in here?" Ignoring me, she picked up the soap and started soaping my body down, spending extra time on my nipples, which from watching us fuck she knew were my weak spots. Feebly, I tried to protest, but my brain was overwhelmed by the pleasure of my body. "Annie, you musn't..." I whimpered, but then stopped as she slipped soapy fingers into my slit, gently caressing my clit before moving down to insert themselves in my suddenly engorged pussy lips. Her lips wrapped around my nipples as her other hand cupped my ass, moving down the crack and massaging my asshole and perineum as my orgasm began to build. "I saw some things on the internet," she told me, as I slid to my knees, now trembling from her sliding fingers. "I've decided that from now on I'm a Dominant, and you're my submissive. I want you to obey me about everything. Do you agree?" I cried out in passion as my orgasm hit, and now too weak to stay upright I laid on my side in the tub as the warm water cascaded over me. Her fingers, however, were relentless, and I shamelessly spread my legs wide. Another orgasm followed right away, and again I cried out. "Answer the question!" she commanded, as she removed her hand from my still-throbbing vagina. "Y-y-yes," I replied weakly. I felt like my world had turned upside down and I had just lost my mind. "Promise me!" she commanded, "Promise me you'll be my slave forever and ever!" I rolled over on my back, and looked up at her beautiful face. I felt like I had no control over what I was doing or saying anymore. "I promise you, darling," I gasped, "Forever and ever." "Good," she said. "Now open your mouth." She moved and squatted so she was now in straddling my face, her pussy directly above me. Obediently I opened my mouth, not knowing what was coming. She let her pee down into my waiting mouth, and heaven help me, I drank it. ************************* After a mercifully brief but still painful spanking, she orders me to stand up. I do, sniffling back my tears. "Drink your juice," she orders. I reach for the glass tumbler, which is about three-quarters full of my angel's urine. "No fucking WAY!" Chloe says, amazed. "She's going to drink your piss?!?!" Annie smiles and nods. "My Momma will do anything I tell her," Annie states in a very matter-of-fact way. "Now, remember, Chloe, a good mistress takes care of her slave, so I've been drinking diet soda all day. The artificial sweetener makes it taste good, right Mother?" I pick up the glass and drink it down completely, the fluid slightly acidic and salty but with a sweetness to it, then gently set it back on the table. Chloe's jaw drops open in amazement. "It was just the way I like it, Annie, thank you," I say softly, looking down again, and from my full belly comes a little urine burp. Annie walks up to me and begins unbuttoning the front of my sun dress. As she undoes the waist buttons, my breasts fall free. Annie never lets me wear bras at home, or panties either. She puts her hands underneath my tits and lifts them for Chloe to see. "As you can see, here tits are swollen and the nipples are enlarged. Tell her why, Momma." "Annie decided she wanted a baby sister or brother, so I'm pregnant now." Annie undoes the rest of the buttons and the dress falls to the floor. My baby bump is not yet big, but I'm clearly showing. ************************* I think back on the day that Annie told me I was to get pregnant. She took my birth control pills away, and made me flush them down the toilet as she watched. While I hadn't planned on having another baby, I was happy because I was pleasing my darling Annie, and the thought of having another like her thrilled me as well. She gave me specific instructions to tell her when I was ovulating. On the appointed day my eggs were in place, at the dinner table she told Jason that she had taken my pills away from me, and wanted him to put a baby in my belly. The two of them seemed very pleased with themselves. (He wasn't so happy later on after Annie forbade him to fuck her slave without her permission, but that's another story.) That night, Jason fucked me from behind while I ate my daughter's lovely pussy as she sat against the headboard with her legs spread. He was insatiable that night; I guess seeing me eat his daughter and hearing her cum loudly inspired him. He shot three loads in me that night, and the same scene was repeated for 3 more nights. By this time I was sure he would have loved to fuck Annie as well, but she had made it quite clear if he ever touched her she would have me contact the authorities and the two of us together would testify how he tried to rape her. A week later, my early pregnancy test results showed positive, and Annie allowed me to kiss her on the mouth as thanks. Overwhelmed, I swept up my little angel (she's barely 5 feet tall and I'm 5'7") and carried her to my bed, and for the rest of the afternoon we made love. I could not hold back; my tongue did not leave her body – nipples, pussy, clit, asshole, and many, many kisses, my tongue deep in her mouth. She repeatedly cried out in passion while cumming multiple times as I relentlessly fucked her, and we fell asleep in each others arms. It was heavenly. When I awoke I was face down, tied hand and foot to the bedposts, my ass propped up in the air on some pillows. Annie was putting a gag in my mouth. "Momma, you are a wonderful lover," she said, a beautiful and appreciative smile on her face. The looked turned cruel, her eyes narrowing. "But you made one mistake – you took control from me when you carried me to bed. Never, EVER, take control from me again." I tried to mumble apologies but they were muffled through the gag. And then the hairbrush spanking started. I was crying for mercy by the fifth one, but none was to be had. I was sobbing, tears running down my face and dripping off my chin when she finally stopped. She took the gag off, and it was all I could do to gulp air between my sobs. My crying subsided when her lips touched mine softly and gently, her hand lovingly caressing my cheek before she moved behind me again. I felt oil being rubbed on to my ass now, the punishing little hands of my daughter now gentle and loving. "There, now, it's all right, your Annie will make it all better," she said soothingly. Then her hands began spreading the oil between my legs now, down onto my asshole and into my pussy slit, and pleasure began to flow through my pain. I heard her switch positions behind me, and felt the fingers part my labia. "I love you, Momma", I heard her whisper, then felt her little tongue begin to make its way into the hole she had emerged from, several of her oily fingers simultaneously probing my pink rosebud. It may have been her telling me she loved me that put me over the edge so quickly, but by the time the tip of her tongue swirled around my clit and three of her fingers were fucking my asshole I was sobbing again, this time in absolute joy as intense orgasm ripped through me. Before she was through ravishing me in every hole with her mouth and hands, I would cum 4 more times. The next day I could barely walk, my asshole and pussy were sore, my butt cheeks bruised purple and it hurt to sit down, but emotionally I was over the moon, even more in love with my little Annie, my little love goddess. ************************* Now Chloe looks at my baby bump in stunned shock, her hand coming up to stroke one of my engorged and hypersensitive nipples. The feel of her fingers against it is electric, and as her fingertips gently squeeze my nipple I feel my pussy getting very wet. Annie moves up and embraces her from behind, her hand unzipping the fly of Chloe's jeans and slipping down the front to massage her pussy. "Mmmmm, you're nice and wet," my daughter coos, and I now feel a trickle of moisture run down the inside of my thighs as I watch my her hand in action as she kisses the girl's neck. Distracted, Chloe's hand drops away. Inwardly, I sigh from disappointment. Chloe closes her eyes for a second as Annie's expert fingers explore her cunt. "Your mom is so fucking hot," she groans, and I smile, flattered by the compliment of the pre-teen brunette doll, "Can I touch her?" she asks hesitantly. Annie responds, "Chloe, today is the sixth-month anniversary of you being my girlfriend. Mom is my anniversary gift to you, and so from now on you can do anything you want to her any time. She's going to obey you and make you happy just like she does me. Isn't that right, Mother?" She puts a harsh emphasis on the word 'mother', sending me the signal that this is not a question, and there is only one correct response. Jealously flares up inside me at the thought of sharing Annie's affection with Chloe, but I have no choice here. "Yes, Chloe," I unhappily say, although I dare not let my true feelings show in my tone, "I am yours now as well as Annie's. I will do whatever I can to make you happy." While my voice doesn't crack and give me away, I can't stop the tears from forming in my eyes. "Stand still and don't move until we need you," Annie instructs me, and, my heart aching now, I stand obediently with my hands at my sides and watch as she and Chloe slide to the floor and begin to make love in front of me.... |