On Tuesday, around three, mom received a text summon. She claimed to have a headache, left work, and got home with five minutes to spare. Moving quickly, she stripped naked, putting back on the dress and heels from work before looking in the mirror, taking deep breaths. Leaving all other clothes and jewelry, she walked next door, knocking on the door three times rapidly.
The door opened, Mistress in a pants suit, the emotionless eyes just staring at the older woman. Mom's stomach twisted, forcing her to take a deep breath, eyes lowered, as mom exhaled.
"Mistress, how may this poor substitute serve for your pleasure, Mistress?"
After a moment, the door opened more, mom stepping inside. The door closed, the substitute slave about to begin training.
Mom remembered the words to get inside, stripped off the dress and heels, leaving them at the edge of the area rug like Beth had said, and going to the other edge in front of the fireplace, mom got to her knees, spread them wide, crossed ankles, interlaced fingers, and put them behind her head.
Mom was twice her daughter's age and not as agile. Her going to her knees was clumsy, in fact, all her actions seemed a bit clumsy to the eyes watching her neighbor lady strip and kneel so she could serve a Mistress the mom never officially met. This one, and the dad as well, would need more work just to serve better. They were there to serve in place of their daughter who was in class at the local college. Mistress gazed at the woman who already looked like she was going to fall over. Pretty pathetic.
Mistress sat in her chair, sipped some tea, watching as the woman seemed to get more and more worried about what to do. That was fine, the woman was already getting a bit aroused, being worried would only make this better.
Mistress stood up.
"Heel, pus-pus."
As Mistress walked away, mom watched, looked around, and turned to look again. This time Mistress was nearby, grabbing pus-pus's short hair, yanking it along.
By the time pus-pus crawled to the kitchen, her eyes were watering and her knees ached. Mostly, her scalp was in pain before Mistress released her hold.
"Stand up, pus-pus, and walk down the stairs to the basement. There will be a hula hoop on the floor, kneel like before, looking at the wall in front."
A hand slapped her breast, the sound loud, the red mark immediate.
"Pus-Pus isn't here to serve itself, it's here to serve Mistress. That means obedience for Mistress, not when pus-pus decides to obey. If pus-pus can't be more respectful than that, it needs to leave."
Without a word, pus-pus walked down the basement stairs, taking a moment to look around. At the far end, a large TV hung on the wall, a couple of love seats and tables before it. At this end, an iron bar cage large enough to hold a few humans was near a solid wooden X with eyebolts in the wood. Along the table and wall were various items for bondage and punishment. Pus-pus had never seen these before but didn't spend time reflecting on what they did. Mistress was moving closer to the door, pus-pus walking rapidly to a blue hula hoop lying on the hard floor. Pus-pus knelt inside it, getting into position just as Mistress started down the stairs.
"Pus-pus should ask cunt for lessons on how to kneel and obey."
Nothing was said, but pus-pus let out a scream as a stiff leather strap smacked into her breasts.
"Proper response is 'Mistress, yes, Mistress.' It is not a response if pussy for brains has to think if it wants to be better trained or in more pain."
"Mistress, yes, Mistress."
"Mistress would have thought if it was going to take being trained, it would at least have asked cunt about the philosophy. Cunt readily took to it, obedience and respect allows it to please Mistress, disobedience and disrespect brings punishment. Apparently, pus-pus is too busy wondering if this training will allow it to suck on cunt's ass instead of paying attention to Mistress."
"Mistress, sorry, Mistress. Pus-pus will do better, Mistress."
Mistress almost smirked at the naked neighbor kneeling before her. Signs of arousal were getting more obvious. Time to see if mom could orgasm as well as the daughter when punished and humiliated.
Pus-pus, mom's mind already going to its new slave name, was soon standing, wrists cuffed to chains from the ceiling, legs cuffed so far apart it felt like it was going to tip over. A blindfold kept it from seeing what Mistress was doing but the swish sounds made its skin jump in anticipation of whatever landing on it.
In five minutes, its ass and shoulders and tits were red, the next item, a flogger, felt almost erotic when compared to the way the strap hit pus-pus's body. Mistress slipped on a large glove, pressed it against the sore tits and the glove stared vibrating, the sensitive skin getting gently massaged.
"Ahhh, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
Mistress moved the other gloved hand to the ass, the body jerking as the arousal was making it quiver before Mistress. Mistress removed a glove, picked up a dildo and moved it in and out twice of the soaking pussy hanging before her. She raised it up to press it against the lips.
"Pus-pus had no permission to speak. Suck on this to keep quiet and don't drop it. Does pus-pus understand to not speak and to not drop the cock offered?"
"Mistress, gasp, Mistress, yes, yeah, oh, yes, Mistress."
The mouth opened, Mistress inserting it to see the mouth muscles moving as pus-pus sucked on the dildo coated with pus-pus's own pussy juice. Mistress nodded, good, the neighbor lady didn't have many restrictions once excited. It may not suck pussy normally, but with some training, it would suck any pussy Mistress instructed it too suck. Probably any cock as well, but then dad wouldn't be summoned here until another few days.
Nipple clamps were applied to the stiff nubs, pus-pus moaning as its hips thrust around. Mistress tightened the clamps a bit before running a silk scarf around pus-pus's body, the slow sensation ratcheting up the moans, the pussy running rivets down the spread open legs.
"Keep sucking the cock."
The strap came out again, the body jerking with each slap on the ass or inner thighs.
"Would pus-pus like to cum for Mistress?"
The cock was shifted to one cheek, pus-pus getting out a clear "YES!"
Mistress stood, waiting to see if this training slave saw how rude it was. She removed the cock from the mouth.
"Mistress, sorry, Mistress, please, Mistress, pus-pus would like to cum for Mistress."
Mistress nodded, put away the toys, undid the ankles from the spreader bar, and removed the blindfold. The only thing holding it up was the chains at its wrists.
Undoing the wrists, pus-pus was allowed to lower its arms to get circulation back in them. Mistress clipped a leash to the chain attached to the nipple clamps.
"Get on all four, pus-pus. Time for your stupid pussy for brains to make up for this disrespect to Mistress."
Tugging on the leash, pus-pus was led around the hard basement floor, Mistress occasionally spanking its ass while telling it to pay attention. Learning the basics of being led on a leash, pus-pus held the leash in its lips, heeling to show obedience.
Taking the leash, Mistress led the naked woman to the table, instructing it to remove the wrist and ankle cuffs. Then she yanked on the leash while taking a step back, the yank pulling on the nipple clamps, pus-pus yelping. The dildo was again inserted into the wet pussy and placed into the mouth to be sucked clean.
