Mother Daughters Best
Foreword: this is the fourth in the 'Mother' series, (Mother Knows Best, Mother Learns Best, Mother Sinks Best) as Alexandra continues her learning curve...
It was dark when Alexandra Vandenburg was aware enough to realize where she was and what she had been doing, which in equal measures excited her and scared her to death.
"Oh my goodness, what am I doing?" the successful lawyer and mother said as she took the crystal on the silver chain off of the expensive lamp that sat on her oversized oak desk in her well furnished, if not opulent, office with a private bathroom and large conference suite.
After placing the crystal back in the box, the lawyer looked at the time- 10:42pm. She remembered her assistant Christina bringing her the box around 4pm, and dismissed her for the night after seeing it was from her daughter's Mistress, seeing what the contents included- and reading the card.
"What the hell.." She said, scratching her head, seeing the card on the desk, closed. Alexandra placed the card back in the box it came from when the messenger dropped it off, as she headed into her private bathroom.
On the floor was the fitted navy blue power skirt and jacket she favored for looking the powerful lawyer, along with the light blue blouse, powder blue bra and panty set, and sheer pantyhose she wore to the office. Behind the toilet were her sensible blue heels, looking as if they had been flipped there haphazardly. She carefully picked up her clothes in the ridiculously spacious office bathroom, and placed them on the hooks behind the door.
As she turned, she looked at herself in the mirror.
"Oh shit..." the lawyer said as she looked at herself in the mirror, seeing the shine.
She saw the nipple clamps she had worn the day before tightly attached to her nipples once again, and the same shiny chain that ran between them again connecting the clamps. Alexandra was truly excited to see them- she felt that- but scared because she had no recollection of attaching them.
She tentatively reached up and gently pulled at them, which sent her body into an excited enough state to watch her knees buckle, even if ever so slightly.
What she saw scared her- her hair was askew, her makeup a bit messy, and her clothes were familiar and exciting. Her white top was open, exposing her clamped breasts to the elements, while her short skirt of red and white left a slight amount of skin showingh until the white thigh highs began.
"Oh, my god...." the lawyer thought as she realized she had used all of these things in her weekend with her daughter and her daughter's Mistress, Vanessa. But as she remembered those little snippets, she realized there was something missing. She had no idea where her toy dildo was.
Once the clamps were off, she stripped and changed back into her work clothes, all the while contemplating where that dildo may be.
Once her work clothes were on, as disheveled as she looked, she quickly went to her office and looked on the floor- and there it was- her toy. She bent over and picked it up- and realized where it had been and what she was doing with it. In her office. After dismissing her assistant for the day.
"Enjoy your presents..." flashed in her mind as she recoiled from what the card had written inside. In Caroline's handwriting.
The mom and lawyer then picked up all the clothes and ensured everything was accounted for, and nothing looked out of place in her office or bathroom.
"What did she do to me?" the lawyer thought nervously as she cleaned the dildo in her bathroom sink, drying it with the hand towel there and placing the final item in the box the messenger left for her. "Oh my god..."
The disheveled and now mildly frantic lawyer then boxed up her souvenirs, her presents, then got her briefcase and coat and called for her car service. As she waited a few minutes for the car to arrive, she opened the box again, and the flashbacks of the weekend returned in her mind.
A shiver ran through her- despite wearing her coat in the office- as she waited and felt those snippets ravaging her logical mind. Her nerves were on edge- it would be apparent to anyone who saw her. She received the text that the car was ready, and she took a deep breath, tried to steady her nerves, and made her way to the elevator, thankfully empty, and then to the lobby, where a quick wave sufficed to the security at the desk.
"Ok, there she is," the dark haired woman said to herself, as she waited across the street in her car for her boss to leave the office building. "Oh... what is going on? Her makeup is a mess.. She looks.... Bedraggled... what was she doing?"
Chrsitina Belladonne, Alexandra's trustworthy legal secretary, one of the best in the business despite her young age of 28, snapped a few pictures of her boss in her current state, using the firm's surveillance equipment.
"I knew something was way off... she's behaved weird twice with that messenger service and 'client' who I know nothing about...." the secretary thought as she waited. "And I know everything..."
Once the car pulled away, the assistant went back into the building and back into the office. Nothing in the common area looked amiss, nor anything from her desk. She unlocked Alexandra's office door, and moved around the room.
A separate set of very pretty eyes watched as Alexandra left and Christina entered the office building from a different automobile parked further up the street.
"OMG I can smell what she was doing..." the secretary said to herself. "But with who... or not with anyone...?"
Christina left the office in a quandary about what to do with her boss after the evening's events. She took the camera with her to download the pictures for safe keeping.
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"Well this is interesting," the pretty woman said as she looked across the street. "Now here comes that pretty legal assistant, oh how cute, she is looking worried."
"Do you think this is going to be a problem?" the woman on the other end of the phone asked.
"Absolutely not," the woman said as she started her car and watched as Christina made her way to her own automobile. "I know just what to do."
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Alexandra made her way home and her nerves were palpable. The driver had to scream to get her out of her own headspace to tell her she was in her own driveway.
"Ohh... thanks...." the lawyer said as if some invisible force was muddling her reasonable thoughts.
"Same time tomorrow, Ms. V?" the driver asked.
"Ohhh umm sure that should be ok i guess?" Alexandra stuttered as she took the box and her brand name high end briefcase and fumbled her way into the house.
Once inside, the mom and lawyer quickly decided the best thing for her was to shower and head to bed, hoping a good night of sleep would clear the nerves she had after prostrating herself in her own office using the same toys she was given while being hypnotized with her daughter. She laid the briefcase and the box on her bed, and headed into the bathroom where she stripped down as quickly as she could, clothes strewn everywhere.
Her shower proved more than a little bit eventful, as she felt her nipples, now sore to the touch, had little pock marks from the clamps- and a slight touch caused them to begin to get engorged again. She was also still needing a cleanup after using the phallus she was given, which provided a great deal of pleasure in her strangely calm yet excited state.
Alexandra absentmindedly played with her breasts with one hand, while she explored between her legs with the other until cold water poured down from the oversized designer shower head in the spacious glass enclosed walk-in shower.
"Fuck...." the mother swore loudly as she felt the cold water hitting her after losing complete track of time with her play in the shower. The frosty water caused her nipples to react accordingly and became engorged- and more sensitive to the touch. She chalked up the sensitivity to the nipple clamps being attached.
It was as clear as her head had been since the package arrived in her office earlier that afternoon, and yet she was still mightily confused about her own state of mind.
"What did she do to me..." was a reasonable conscious thought the mom said as she put on a robe and left the bathroom.
And there it was. Again.
As soon as she entered the bedroom, Alexandra saw it.
The Box.
"No...." the mom thought, as she did her best moth to a flame impression- floating absentmindedly to it.
As she moved to the box, thoughts rattled through her head with no order- all reminding her of her time under hypnosis and the weekend.
Seeing her daughter obeying....
