Mother Nows Best

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Christine awoke sweaty and exhausted. The strange dreams had been vivid last night, with her kneeling next to Rachel, both exposed and submissive, heads bowed before Ava. But Ava had been enslaved last night, right? Wasn't she still on the trainer? The images were still there, though.

Had Rachel...?

She dashed into the bathroom and started the shower, hoping to distract herself from the pleasant fog in her mind that was trying to suck her back into the twisted fantasy world. Part of her wanted to surrender and sink back into the dream, losing herself in the sweet euphoria of the hazy scene of Rachel and her kneeling as slaves. She slipped her nightgown down and stepped into the water, not yet hot. The shock helped clear her head. Slowly heat suffused the spray until she had to lower the temperature.

She busied herself with her cleaning ritual, banishing thought from her mind. She washed her hair and put in the conditioner. She plopped some body wash onto her pouf and started scrubbing. Her breasts were a little sensitive, sending little sparks down towards her crotch, but she ignored it and kept washing. As she ran the sponge along the insides of her thighs, the sparks grew brighter and started tickling her belly button. The heat built up from the dreams flared within her. She moaned and dropped the pouf. Her hands slipped between her legs and rubbed frantically. A scene played through her mind.

She was asleep on her bed and didn't hear Rachel sneak in. She only awoke when the bonds tightened around her wrists and ankles. Her struggles only heightened her sudden fear. She saw Rachel climb between her spread legs, brandishing scissors. Her daughter deftly cut away the nightgown, leaving her mother's skin exposed to the cool night air. She shivered from more than the cold. Her gut knotted and tingled as Rachel backed off and knelt at the foot of the bed. "The task is done, Mistress."

Ava entered, wearing leather. She looked dominant, controlling. "Slave, present."

Rachel adjusted, knees now spread and hands behind her head with her back stiff and arched. "This slave presents herself, Mistress." Her voice was timid, subservient and worshipful. Christine juiced at the sound.

"What is on the bed, slave?"

"My mother, Mistress. I have tied her up as you commanded, Mistress." Rachel's pleasure at completing a task washed around her words and dripped onto the floor from her crotch.

"Your dearest mother, slave. Do you still love her?"

"Yes Mistress, with all my heart."

"Why did you tie her up then and present her naked body for me to abuse as I see fit?"

"Because I must do as you command, Mistress! I live only to serve!"

Christine buckled and banged her knees on the tub. She slipped backwards and slid a little towards the drain, clenching again as the next wave hit her. It was so wrong, so dirty, so incredibly hot...

She screeched as another climax wracked her body.

Ava pulled up to Rachel's house. "Thank you again for helping me last night."

Rachel smiled. "Of course, Mistress."

"Let's teach your mom a lesson. She needs to understand her place. Here's what we're going to do." She slowly stroked Rachel's thigh while she detailed the plan.

Christine dressed and made breakfast after her shower. She threw together some homemade french toast and whipped up fresh cream with blueberries. She sat at the table and put together two settings without thinking. After pouring herself some coffee, she sat at her place and started nibbling.

Ava led Rachel in from the front door. Christine's precious snowflake had on a translucent dress, barely covering her crotch. It brazenly displayed the satin thong that clung tight to her daughter's nether lips, and matching bra that stood out obscenely against her daughter's chest. The outfit was accented by the light that shone through without much effort. The choker and leash told everyone exactly who owned the whore on the other end.

Christine sat still on her chair in the kitchen, mouth agape. Last night, she'd taught Ava...

Ava smirked as she flicked the leash. Rachel stopped at the table as Ava came up next to her and placed a possessive hand on the blank girl's shoulder. "Stay quiet, Christine, and sit still."

The older woman sat in shock, wondering what had happened to her assertive, independent daughter, and to Ava's training. This was so much worse than she'd ever imagined. A little part of her slipped at that thought, knowing it wasn't right. This was so much more beautiful. She cut that thought off. Then she tried to speak, and nothing happened.

"Do you like your daughter? Is she hot?" Ava was still smiling. "Does she look willing? Well trained?"

An internal war raged in Christine. The sinking doubt melted past the hatred of the smirking teenager and flamed the humiliation of her failure to protect not only herself, but also her daughter. It all fed the growing heat radiating from her clenching sex, which was fueled by the part of her that rejoiced in her defeat.

Recognition slipped over her daughter's face. "Mother, please, stop her!" Rachel pleaded. "Help me!"

Words died on Christine's lips, unable to voice them.

"Isn't that sweet. She's pleading to her mother!" Ava smirked. "Can you help her Christine? I bet you can't." Ava moved closer to the sitting woman. "You're going to sit there and ruin your panties at the thought of your precious little daughter being enslaved."

"No mom! Don't let this happen!" Rachel said. "Take control of her! I know you can!"

Ava looked down at the older woman. "But you won't, will you, Christine?" She mimed disappointment. "You're just a little subservient slut who wants nothing more than to see your daughter used by her Mistress. Don't you?" Ava fondled Christine's cheek. "You want it so much you won't say a word, knowing that might stop your little fantasy from coming true. Isn't that right, Christine?" Ava beamed down at the shivering woman. "You're going to sit there and slime the seat and slide your hand down your panties and play with yourself until you explode because this is the thing that humiliates you the most and that excites you more than anything else you've ever felt, doesn't it? Go ahead, do it."

Christine mewled and stuffed one hand inside her robe and down her panties. She looked into the pleading eyes of her daughter, the one she'd brought up to be so strong, the one that now simpered on a leash and begged her mother to do something, to protect her precious girl. Instead Christine sat and reveled in the degradation, playing with herself, falling off the edge of a deep pit her pussy dragged her into and sang wonderful pleasure into her soul as she plummeted into total depravity.

She watched as Ava sat in Rachel's spot and started eating Rachel's french toast. "This is delicious, Christine. You've really outdone yourself." She put a piece between her legs on the chair. A little tug on the leash told Rachel to come around and kneel. Ava pulled Rachel's head down while smirking at Christine. "Eat, slave." Christine peaked, whimpering and shaking in her chair.

Ava finished up the breakfast, occasionally placing pieces on the chair between her thighs for Rachel. Once done, she stood and lead Rachel out the door. Rachel looked back once, pleading with her eyes, but Christine saw the sorrow Rachel put in them. Rachel knew her mother wouldn't save her. She knew her mother desperately wanted her to become a toy, to be nothing more than a bauble to be used. She fought a smile, knowing that would give up her true feelings about the situation.

Rachel turned away as her mother continued masturbating in the chair. Christine felt the degradation and shame as she came again, a little piece of her soul slipping away in the pleasure.

"You can move and speak again after we drive away, Christine," Ava said as the two girls walked out the door.

Rachel and Ava laughed together as they walked to the car. "Did you see her?" said Rachel. "She's completely broken."

"That was perfect." Ava tugged a little on the leash. "Come along, slave."

"Of course, Mistress." Rachel smiled as she got in the passenger seat.

Christine stumbled down the stairs soon after she heard the car pull away. She trembled as she sat down at the recording equipment. She had end this. She knew that the deprogramming of both herself and her daughter was the top priority. Ava could be taken care of later. No,

now

. She recognized the invasive thought this time.

The messages she made had to be very carefully crafted to make absolutely sure that they were effective. Obviously Ava was talented and could make Christine obey if Ava got the first word in. It was imperative that that never happen again.

She clicked the 'record' button for Ava's script. "You never speak in the presence of your superiors without permission. You always defer to their will. You wait for their command to speak. You listen to and obey every word they utter." She stopped the recording. It needed work. She sighed.

She moved to another file and started recording again. This one was for Rachel. "You love your mother. You obey your mother. You do not obey Ava. You want to subdue Ava. You want her to be your slave. You have no desire to obey anyone but your mother. You are independent. You have free will and want nothing more than to keep it." More work needed for that, too.

She mused a little, biting her cheek in thought. The next file, her own, was vital. "You are Ava's Mistress. You own Ava. You never obey her commands. You always assert your dominance in her presence. You never let her speak first. You get hot thinking of Ava as your slave. You are disgusted thinking of yourself as Ava's slave. You hate being humiliated and are not turned on by it." Certainly needed more work, but it would do for a start.

The thought screamed though her head that everything was wrong and she should be using her skills to help enslave both herself and Rachel. She focused on damping that down.

She looked at the trainer. The binding straps and entrancing screen filled her with fear. They were very effective. If she put herself in the chair, there was no going back. Her mind would soften to the insistent pressure building behind her eyes and pushing her down the spiral. The colors would win, gently coaxing her into a complacent, receptive state. The commands would enter and slowly change her permanently. At first, she would be able to fight the growing modifications, but soon they would overwhelm her mind. The quiver in her crotch was not just fear.

She had to do it. She had to save her daughter. Save herself. Slave herself. She shook her head to stop that last thought.

She worked on the messages, intent on being in the chair tonight. She shivered, not knowing if it was good or bad, but knowing she had to.

A while later she slid into the machine for the first time. The knot of fear almost won out, sending her flying upstairs to safety. She fought it down, using the knowledge that she'd already been changed by Ava to force herself onto the dildo. This was the only way to counteract the insidious desire artificially implanted in her psyche to want... obscene things. Wrong things. Bad things.

Beautiful things. She shook her head again.

This wasn't to help enslave her mind to Ava; it would enslave it to herself. Pleasure bloomed in her mind and her sex. Slave.

She brought the screen into place. The needle would pierce her skin after she started the cycle.

*click*

A little panic welled up, but the swirling colors sucked her concentration away. She searched for a pattern. Whispers licked at the edges of her mind.

'This better work.' She sank into warm, effusive brightness.

After getting dressed the next morning, Christine came down the stairs to make some coffee. The disturbing dreams continued, but the training from the night before should help with that soon. The lessons she planned for the two girls would loosen both Ava's and Rachel's tongues, letting Christine finally figure out what was going on and how to stop it. They would also dampen the perverted desires gripping her dreams. There was a wonderful Kona blend that hadn't been opened yet; she pulled out the grinder in anticipation of a good start to the morning.

"Morning mom!" Rachel called out from upstairs. Christine turned to her daughter and smiled, ready to return the greeting. She stopped cold.

The button-down cropped pink sweater off the shoulders, black mini-skirt, pink stockings, black heels...

Christine looked down at herself. Pink sweater? When had she gotten a pink sweater? What the hell was she wearing? She looked back up. They matched.

"Shhh, quiet now, Christine." Ava stepped out of the bedroom. "Please take a seat at the table. Sit still." Christine did, daintily arranging her skirt. "I see you noticed the outfit finally. Not what you usually wear, but I think it's definitely a good look for you. Very feminine." Rachel sat diagonally from her mother. "And don't you two look precious, matching like that!" Ava walked down the stairs with a vicious grin on her lips.

Christine tried to get up, to move, scream, shout, tell Ava that she should be silent and head downstairs for the new training. Nothing happened. The night before on the trainer hadn't done enough yet. She obviously needed more to break the programming.

"Two delicious creampuffs waiting to be eaten." Ava came up behind Christine, sliding her hands over the cashmere. "Well, Rachel honey, what do you think of your mother now? Is she still that strong, dominant, controlling woman you grew up with?" She leaned in close to Christine's ear and said softly, "Not anymore, I think." Her hands slid forward across the top of Christine's chest and opened one button, then another, showing the edges of a black lace bra. Ava whispered, "Isn't this getting you excited Christine?" She let her hands play gently over Christine's breasts before she pulled them away.

"And look at your daughter, sitting so still for me." Ava walked over behind Rachel. "She's learned her place, hasn't she,

mother

?" Ava smiled at Christine as her hands replayed their trip gently across the front of Rachel's chest to undo a button, then one more, exposing a bra that matched Christine's. "See how she shivers in anticipation? Starts breathing heavily?" She came back around to Christine.

A little tear slipped down Christine's cheek. Anger welled in her, trying to break free so that she could stop this. 'This is wrong! Ava should be my slave! I still have control over her!' she thought. 'I need to protect Rachel! Get her away from this predator!' She trembled. 'Stop this humiliation!' The anger didn't quell the electric heat emanating from her crotch, sliding up her spine to melt any will to act. Little butterflies flicked around her gut and tickled her intimate places, dampening her panties and clenching her thighs. She stayed still, hating herself for being controlled, but unable to do anything about it.

Ava's hands slid down Christine's chest once more, travelling more intimately to the next button. "Well Rachel, is this woman going to protect you? Save you? Or is she just a little submissive pushover that will sit here while I unbutton her sweater in front of her very, own, daughter?" One more. She gently ran her fingers under Christine's bosom, pulling the sweater open to expose more of the lace underneath. Her hands slipped inside the bra to tweak the already hard nipples, which elicited a sighing breath from Christine, but no noise. That wasn't allowed.

She moved back around the table, behind Rachel. "Your mother must be a tamed, meek woman to sit there so still, getting wet, while a woman exposes her daughter." Ava smiled at Christine and tenderly opened two more of Rachel's buttons. Ava slid the girl's sweater apart, revealing the rest of her bra. It obviously affected the daughter as well, with her nipples visibly poking out in testament to her excitement. Rachel trembled at the feather-light touches on her breasts, tracing a line up between them, underneath the bra and down to her stiff nubs. She moaned aloud then, whimpering as the hands withdrew.

"Yes, Christine, that's what you are, a pliant slut who gets off on your daughter's degradation. On your own humiliation and failure." She slid behind Christine and tickled down the woman's chest to the remaining button. She leaned in close to whisper. "Look at your daughter. Can you see her excitement at being displayed?" She gently undid the last one. "Can you feel your own excitement at your defeat, with your daughter sitting across from you as the victor's trophy?" The sweater slipped off of Christine's shoulders. "You can pull off your panties now, Christine."

Christine's hands couldn't move fast enough. The thong was on the floor in a wet pile with her skirt bunched up around her waist in a hurry. She ran her fingertips over the garters as she sat but she didn't yet have permission slide them in towards her aching pussy. She tried to fight the command and use them to release the building pressure, but it only served to break her will further as she kept her hands away.

Rachel was no better off. Ava had slipped behind her and was whispering in her ear. As the last of her buttons came loose, Rachel also stood and ripped her matching thong down. Ava grinned at Christine as she reached down to play with Rachel's exposed nether lips. "See, Christine? Your daughter loves this as much as you do. You've secretly been dreaming of this, haven't you? Watching your daughter fall under the spell of a dominant woman, one stronger than you who can control her better than you? Make her the slave that you long for her to be?" Rachel groaned and shook as Ava rubbed her clit, releasing her built up excitement in a torrential flood of passionate ecstasy. The commands in her head held her back from a more wanton display.

Christine felt the invasive thoughts that Ava was right, that she loved every minute of this. That she wanted to be a slave, that she wanted her daughter to be a slave. The tableau of a dominant behind her precious child, taking advantage of Rachel in a display of power right in front of her own mother, wracked Christine to the core. It ripped apart who she thought she was and replaced it with a passive, subservient, weak-minded slave that reveled in such displays of her utter depravity and helplessness.

"Christine, you can pleasure yourself."

Her hands were immediately in motion, one slapping in and out of her hot pussy and the other mashing her breasts. Her release came quickly, shattering the last bit of her identity against her immobility and silence. She tried to thrash, cry out, shout her ecstasy, but she stayed still, part of her revelling in her new-found slavery. That part knew it wanted nothing more. Her hands continued and she peaked again, eyes rolling back her only outward display.

"Come along, Rachel." Ava pulled her hands away from the spent girl, guiding her on shaky legs to follow her out the door. Ava turned back as Christine trembled, the sight of her daughter, with an open sweater and remnants of sex slick down her thighs, no panties on under a rumpled skirt, following her owner out the door, burned its beautiful, wretched humiliation down her spine to her aching pussy. "Christine, I know how degrading this must be, to get so hot over your daughter being a sex toy. I hope you enjoy the shame. You'll be feeling it plenty from now on." Ava put her hand on Rachel's ass to guide her out the door. "Oh, and Christine, you can move and talk after we leave. Go masturbate in your room for an hour or so. And make sure the neighbors can hear you."

The door clicked shut. Christine shot up the stairs, opening her windows before pulling out her favorite dildo.