This is another story in a series about Karen's evolution as a domme. All characters in the story are and were over 18. Some bodily functions are involved so if that bothers you, please read no further.
Karen felt that admitting to her boyfriend Rod how badly she had been treated by her mother, Marian, at a time when Karen was coming of age at 19, was worth the embarrassment since it cemented her shared experience with Rod. Her boyfriend had suffered under similar maternal dominance, although Barbara's exercise of authority over her 19-year-old son had been less focused on humiliating him.
But Karen had suspected, and her suspicions were borne out, that her boyfriend had been introduced by his attractive mother to female domination. He even agreed that he was into it enough for it to become part of their own lovemaking and life together. So Karen, now that she had moved her mother and her great friend Emily's two sisters out of the commodious apartment she shared with Emily, was prepared to focus on her own relationships.
She did still enjoy her friendship with Emily. Emily had been very good for her, supporting her in the beginning before Karen became professionally established, and then inviting her to learn her role as a dominatrix by training Emily's two older sisters, Linda and Leslie, who had been forced by the circumstances of their lives to seek refuge with Emily, just as Karen's mom had come to Karen for support.
Even after she had managed to humiliate her mother—even dispatching her to be broken in by two lesbians who were not averse to imposing punishments on Marian that her daughter had not yet the stomach to use—she still despised her and was happy to bid her adieu. Remembering how Marian had treated her always allowed her to do whatever she deemed necessary to embarrass her mother.
So in addition to sending Marian to be trained by Deb, a lesbian domme who among other things used Marian as a toilet, Karen had made Marian wear a control belt that required her to request permission from Karen for defecation or even urination. The belt had been made by Karen's friend Maria, a seamstress, and it had adjustable holes in front and back that Karen could set at various positions between fully open and closed with her little key. Karen tortured Marian by setting the holes at the almost-closed setting, so that Marian might excrete some pee, but had to do so very very carefully and slowly if she didn't want to wet herself and the belt.
She had mostly gotten over catching her boyfriend, Rod, on his knees licking Emily's sister Leslie's wide open snatch. She had caned Rod in front of everyone and had punished Leslie even more severely. Rod had responded, it turned out, by loving Karen all the more. She heard him tell her, while they were engaged in delightful intercourse, that his mother, Barbara, had disciplined him when he had ostensibly come of age at 19 and when this treatment, which included being punished together with his older sister, would prove especially embarrassing to a young man about to embark on his own.
Now she was working hard at her office, and coming home either to enjoy a lovely time with Emily in their commodious bed, or alternatively, to spend the evening with Rod either at her place in the same bed or at his. Karen realized that her active libido required constant stimulation from both her male and female partners. Emily, too, was a hot lady, since she had her own boyfriend, Bill, with whom she enjoyed playing in the fantastic bed or going to his sumptuous digs.
Rod had admitted to her how Barbara had developed the part of his personality that craved a strong woman who would put him in his place. Karen did respond by mentioning some of Marian's nastiest doings but proceeded to elicit from her lover that he would enjoy her exercise of power over him in the context of their relationship. Karen realized that this man truly loved her and that her hitherto cold attitude induced by Marian's wretched parental style had been slowly moved into a place where she was beginning to cherish Rod's affections, while all the while enjoying the ability to exercise her talents as a domme insofar as he was concerned.
They tended to be most able to discuss their pasts when they were engaged in sex. Rod had a delightfully large member which Karen loved having inside her for as long as possible. She now would get him started on recalling how his mother had dominated him.
"Yes, it was humiliating," Rod began this time, "but the way Barbara allowed me to see her privates combined the punishment with pleasure. She never stroked me or actively stimulated me, but she certainly knew that my getting more than a glance of her pretty, trimmed pussy would solidify my craving for both sex with women and for them to control me."
"Did she involve you in any other of her intimate matters, such as when she used the toilet?" Karen said calmly, not wanting to put him off by venturing into areas he might regard as excessively kinky.
"Now that you mention it," Rod answered, feeling a bit sheepish, "she did do that at times. When I came home, she would summon me, and often she was seated on the toilet with her legs open. She knew that she could instill a perverse sort of desire in me, so she would smile and ask if I wanted to see her use the toilet.
"I was ashamed, of course," Rod went on, "but her invitation was irresistible. She would even turn round so I could actually watch her excrete her bowel movement out of her asshole. You can imagine how that turned on a 19-year-old boy who had never been exposed to that kind of thing. I had had sex with my high-school girlfriends, but the idea of watching a woman take a shit or even pee was incredibly exciting. I know you still have awful feelings about your time with Marian, but was this part of it, too?"
Karen managed to smile as she tighten her vaginal muscles deep inside to press more on Rod's wonderfully massive tool as he continued to thrust it slowly in and out of her welcoming quim. "I told you of course about how she would make me lose control and pee on the couch," she said plainly, "but she also made me stand in the corner when people came with my skirt up and panties down so they all could stare at my ass. If I dared say or do anything, she would make me turn round and make cutting remarks about 'her midget daughter' and that I was probably too small down there for any boy to want to screw.
"I think that right now you are realizing how big a crock that was," Karen said with a grin as they both were approaching simultaneous orgasm. She now was extra excited by her talk with him while they were joined, and Rod felt her climax approaching. He was also stimulated enough to cum as she exploded.
After she slowly came round after such a pleasant experience cumming induced by Rod's gentle and steady stimulation, Karen resumed her recollection.
"Marian also did make me provide toilet service to her as well," Karen related. "She would take me with her into the bathroom and I had to watch her sit down on the toilet with her panties down to her ankles. She would fart and then I heard the plop go into the toilet followed by a strong stream of pee. I was then made to lick both of her holes clean and her strong pee was almost more disgusting to me than tasting the traces of her shit."
"Wow," Rod exclaimed, "now that's something Barbara never made me do. But she would sometimes make me wear her soiled panties and I couldn't resist sniffing them, including the pee and poo stains she seemed to leave most times."
Now they were in each other's arms and Karen felt loved and warm while Rod treasured his diminutive lover all the more as he held her tight.
"How did your sister Gwen react to all this?" Karen asked, really wanting to know what had happened so she could understand Rod's needs.
"My sister is two years older than I am and was already dating up a storm," Rod responded. "So in one sense this was all the more humiliating for her. She had seen plenty of cocks and enjoyed a good number of them inside her, while I was getting to see lady parts not for the first time but I hardly had had the experience Gwen had with sex.
"Barbara actually seemed to favor me," he went on, "because I think she liked men more and was sorry she had an attractive daughter who increasingly had little need for her mother at all. And Gwen proved that to be true since she soon got engaged, married, has children, and never sees my mother. Once I left home, I stopped seeing Barbara, too."
"Did she punish Gwen more than you?" Karen asked.
