The Institute of Apotheosis Research
Submissive Incest Mind Control Spreads 1: Daughter Submits to her Mommy
Bess Atwater -- The Goddess Aquarius
I hummed in delight as I was being led around the grocery store by my leash by my mother. My collar was tight about my neck. I wore my leather boots and corset that left my small breasts bare. Nipple clamps squeezed about my nubs, giving me such naughty pain. A butt plug filled my ass, humming away.
"Come along, you little slut," Mommy said. I loved how she controlled me. She was wearing her own corset that held her round breasts. Her brown hair was gathered back in a ponytail. She swayed, her ass plump and naked. Her heels clicked.
No one cared that she was naked. That I was naked. I was a goddess. I radiated out my commands, my thoughts prickling as I affected all the people I passed, imprinting my commands and desires on them. But it wasn't enough.
I was only one person.
"Make repeaters,"
the voice whispered. It was both male and female. Like two people speaking in unison. It was the perfect thing for a naughty goddess like me.
"Grab those oranges," said Mommy. "Get ten of them. Good ones."
"Yes, Mommy," I moaned, my pussy clenching, so wet that I had to obey them. I couldn't affect my parents any longer. I had made it so they would always dominate me. It was so sexy that they could control a goddess like me.
Just because I was a goddess with the powers to change the world didn't mean I had the right to disobey my parents. It made me so wet to obey them. To be dominated by them. Spanked and bound. They ruled my life.
I went to the oranges and started feeling them, finding the perfect ones. I put them one after the other into the bags. This blonde woman came up beside me. She looked like a mother. I bet she had daughters.
"Are you a mother?" I asked her, focusing my powers on her. A prickle ran across my thoughts and hers. It didn't take much to get her to answer my question.
"I am," she said, smiling. "I have two daughters."
She was perfect to be my first repeater. To spread my powers to new people.
"I have a task for you," I said. "I'm your goddess, and you are my disciple."
My thoughts burned as I gave her that command. She trembled there, whimpering as she held the orange. Then she blinked and nodded, a smile spreading on her lips as she stared at me. Then she gasped and fell to her knees.
"My goddess," she said.
"No, no, don't bow to me," I gasped. "I'm just a goddess-slave. But you... You have to spread my commands. I need you to do that for me."
I cupped the blonde woman's face and thrust my commands deep into her mind. I pushed them against her thoughts. I squeezed about her mind, pushing on her my will that I wanted her to carry out. My asshole clenched on the buzzing butt plug as my thought blazed.
Acidic needles stabbed into my thoughts. I whimpered against the ecstatic pain. Agony was the other side of rapture. They could blend from one to the other so easily. It was such a wonderful thing to experience. I fed her my commandment.
Daughters submit to their parents. Women submit to their men. It makes a father hard to have his daughter submit. A mother wet. A daughter burns with submissive lust for her parents. To pleasure them. Obey them in every way. To be dominated. Controlled and ruled. To be their dirty slut. Their naughty whore. Mothers, if you don't have a man, submit to your brother or father. Parents, buy paddles and flails to spank your naughty daughters. Gags, vibrators, all the fun toys. Dress in leather. Corsets and chaps. Thigh-high boots. Sexy BDSM clothes. Agony is the other side of rapture. Pain feels good.
"Go and spread it," I said, feeling her mind echoing. "Go."
"I will," she groaned and rose. She hurried off, gasping, "I have so much to buy."
I smiled as I turned back to the oranges. I gathered them into the bag and returned to my mother picking out apples. She glanced at me then at the woman. Her gaze narrowed at me. "What was that about, slut?"
"Just spreading my good word, Mommy," I said. I beamed at her. "Don't you want the world to understand that daughters need to be sex slaves? That wives have to submit to their husbands and dominate their daughters with them?"
"Yes, yes, I do," said Mommy. "Now let's get the vegetables."
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Cally Servant
"I'll see you tomorrow," I told my friend as she dropped me off at my place.
"Yes, yes, it'll be great, Cally," Debra said. "Ciao!"
She drove off in her car. I hummed as I headed up to the door. My thoughts tingled as I came closer to the house. A prickle that ran across my brow. I shook my head. Mom was home. She was working hard to provide for me and my little sister Betsy after our father died.
Mom was great.
My thoughts prickled more as I approached the house. My brow furrowed at this strange sensation. Like pins and needles were burrowing into my mind. I grabbed the doorknob and opened it. I stepped inside, and my thoughts burned.
"On your knees, slut!" Mom said as she stood before me.
"What?" I groaned, my mind blazing. Thoughts were pushing in on me. Stars danced across my vision. "Slut?"
Why would my mom... call me... a slut...?
I struggled with that question as I realized through the fire burning across my thoughts that Mom was dressed weird. No, like she was a dominatrix or something. She wore black thigh-high boots that gleamed with polish. A matching corset went with it. One that left her tits and pussy exposed. Mom had a blonde bush that was thick and dripping in juices. Her large breasts were lifted into a pair of quivering mounds, her fat, dark-red nipples thrusting out at me. Her blue eyes burned.
I collapsed to my knees from the pain as this foreign thought pushed against my mind. I clutched my head. I shook my head, confused by what was going on. Then... then... the pain relaxed. I blinked as the prickling withdrew, like a million needles had pulled out of my mind.
"Good, slut," Mom said as she stood before me, her hands on her hips. I shuddered at how right it felt to have to kneel before her. She smiled, her blue eyes shining with domination. "Now strip, you dirty fucking whore. You're just a slut. Twenty and a complete whore! Now you're Mommy's whore!"
"Yes, Mommy!" I gasped and jumped to my feet. I was so eager to obey her. There was a part of me that thought this wasn't right. My mother wasn't a dominatrix who would call me those names. Nor would she tell me to strip.
And I shouldn't be so eager to obey, but I was.
It was like I was seeing the world in a whole new light. The proper light that I was meant to view the world. One where daughters submitted to her parents. Women to their husbands. That I was a dirty slut that had to obey Mommy's every command.
I worked at the buttons of my blouse. I pulled that off, exposing my round breasts held in a pink bra. I threw my blouse on the floor, Mommy watching me with hunger in her eyes. She licked her lips across her mouth, her hips rocking from side to side.
I reached behind me and undid my bra. I freed my round breasts. They spilled out. Firm, young titties. Mom groaned at the sight of them. Her bush dripped with pussy juices. God, she was so sexy. I lusted for her. I wanted to commit incest with her.
It was so forbidden, but I didn't care. If she ordered me to eat her pussy, I would do it.
I hoped she would order me to do it.
That would be so fucking hot.
