It had only been about two-plus weeks since Marian had been taken in by Karen and Emily when Karen's mom had appeared at their door needing a place to stay. Karen had not spared any of her increasingly dominant persona making sure that Marian understood from the start who was in charge. Her mother had not responded with alacrity to being subjected to her daughter's whims.
Karen had thus imposed stricter discipline on her own mother than had been needed to tame Emily's older sisters, Leslie and Linda, who, in their 30s, also lived with Karen and Emily in a subordinate status. Marian, now hitting 50, had even been made to wear a chastity device that Emily's seamstress friend, Maria, had made that could be locked to make it virtually impossible for her to urinate or defecate without soiling the belt or otherwise making a total mess.
Marian now realized she was about to subject herself to what might be excruciatingly humiliating treatment. But she decided that taking a positive attitude toward Karen's clear dominance probably made more sense than continuing any sullen resistance to the little lady her daughter had become.
She raised the subject soon thereafter when Karen appeared to be in a good mood. "Miss Karen," Marian began, trying to be most helpful, "I thought I should tell you that it's likely I will get my period in a day or two because I've been feeling the twinges I usually get when it's almost here."
Karen smiled at her now subservient mother. She loved the fact that Marian was so far accepting her reduced status as to volunteer information about something so personal as her menstrual period. "Well, it's good you mentioned that to me," Karen responded, "because as you probably would expect, that I have special plans for how you need to behave during that time of the month."
Marian did not feel so wonderful hearing that as she immediately began pondering what awful embarrassment Karen had up her sleeve for the forthcoming five-day span of her menses. She even recalled now that Karen had been quite enthralled by hearing about the menstrual discipline that the lesbian Deb had discussed that time in the ladies room when Marian was being disciplined.
"I'm going to start you out when your period arrives," Karen declared, "with a nice old-fashioned sanitary belt and tabbed napkin. Depending on how you do with that, I will then determine what kind of protection you will be permitted for the rest of your period." Marian's face fell as she had just experienced the awful belt that Karen had made her mother wear—the one that when locked up did not allow her to pee or poop without the extreme humiliation of asking Karen to unlock the belt. And it was even worse because Karen insisted that Marian use the babyish words "doody" and "weewee" when expressing the need to do either.
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Marian awoke early two days later and was horrified to see a thin red stain in her white girly panties. Her period had definitely arrived. She presented herself to her daughter Karen with only a slight degree of shame from being in such a subordinate position. Karen had been in bed with her great friend Emily and responded in an annoyed tone to Marian's entry into their room although it was well past nine o'clock in the morning.
"You know that I'm not to be disturbed in here unless it's an emergency," Karen snapped.
"Miss Karen," Marian said sheepishly, "I did not want to disturb you or Miss Emily but you had asked me to report to you as soon as my period began. Well, it has started."
Karen's next words did take Marian by surprise, though they certainly should have been expected. "Pull down your panties and show me the crotch right now," Karen ordered. "Then spread your labia for my inspection."
Marian complied with the humiliating instructions. She slipped down the nice plain white silky undies Karen had now permitted her to wear. She had only recently been released from having to wear tight little girls panties with animals on them.
