"If my son is going to pound your tight little, pretty little pussy it may be better if you use the table." My mum pulled Suzy upright and made to guide our new friend, a supplicant freshly inducted as a Sister in Submission, over to the large dining table.
"Oh, mistress, I..." Suzy pulled away slightly, glancing uncertainly round at mum, my sister and I, all as naked as she was, and then her mum, who was still in her prim, proper but decidedly saucy hot realtor look. "Mum?"
"Oh my darling girl, just let yourself go with it, give yourself to our mistress, our mother mistress." Carol stepped up to her hot daughter, they were quite the contrast. The tall, achingly pretty blonde young woman with the perfect if slim, tight, taught body and her 50 year old mum, exactly twice the age of her baby doll daughter, short, buxom, bouncy and in my view all the sexier and hotter for it. "Join me and babe fully as a sister in submission to our adored, adoring mother dominatrix." They hugged and cuddled as Carol gave her daughter support and encouragement in her first steps as the first full inductee into the debauchery and decadence of our Inn C'Est family, adult family, resort.
"But mum, I have never done anything quite as wild as this!"
"Neither had I, oh my not ever anything as wild! So wild it it's been fucking amazing!" Carol exclaimed.
"Really?" Suzy pulled back a little. "How wild exactly?"
"Oh wow, well Sweetie as well his dad and his son, all three men, one in each hole, mouth, ass, cunt, all fucking me, wanting me at the same fucking time!" Carol gave a filthy laugh. "Remember what your dad said, jeez what you said, that no man would want my dumpy, mumsy body. Well I had three fucking gorgeous men all wanting to fuck me, all fucking wanting me at the same fucking time. I had never felt so desired, so desirable, so wanted, so fucking sexy. It feels fucking amazing, so fucking empowering!" Well it was certainly fucking amazing triple spit roast, and several times over.
"Oh wow mum really? Wow that is fucking wild and I never, ever thought you would be wilder than me!" Suzy seemed almost embarrassed to be outdone by her mum. Well, we knew from Suzy's online photo stream she was in to some saucy, kinky stuff! That's the danger in letting your mum, or anyone else pay your phone bill.
"I know, crazy, wonderful crazy but still wonderful." Carol stressed to Suzy, who was biting her lip, finding a new flush of nerves just as it was my time to breed her. "Just give yourself over to our magnificent mistress and join me in the wild times as my sister in submission to our mother dominatrix." Carol just wanted her daughters final affirmation to her imminent defilement.
"Oh mum!" Suzy went in to hug her mum again. "I will, I do." Suzy added as she muzzled into her mums hair.
"Well that's just wonderful!" As they eased apart my mum pulled Suzy over, their naked bodies also gave quite a sharp contrast. Suzy's fresh baby doll body, all taught, tight and trim; cunt, tits, ass. But she didn't really compare as a woman, in my mind, next to mums rich, ripe, florid, fleshy abundance, sagging tits, wobbly, rippled ass and lush, loose and juicy cunt.
"So sorry mistress, sorry I..." Suzy pulled away from mum, but they still held hands "....I am just a little nervous is all." She looked round us again, at our magnetic matriarch mistress, her three new siblings in submission, her mum and my sister and, lastly, myself, waiting, wanting so visually, so viscerally ready to breed Suzy as directed by our mother dominatrix.
"Of course my dear child, of course. We, I understand, supplicating yourself to your mistress is quite a step, well, of course you have nerves." Mum smiled gently, lovingly and raised a hand to stroke the perfect, pretty cheeks of Suzy's flushed, blushed face.
God there was something about mum as she stood there quite naked that was utterly compelling and beguiling. In this mood, this moment, mum made you, well certainly me, feel like your only happiness was her happiness, that your joy could only ever came from her joy. That giving yourself body and soul over to her was the only thing you had only ever wanted to do.
"So you agree my dear, I am your mistress, your mother dominatrix and you have are my dutiful, obedient daughter?" Suzy nodded, still, perhaps, a little reticent. Mum raised an eyebrow, just a little, a soft, subtle sign of displeasure that A nod wasn't enough. It made me gasp, as if that look of doubt was meant for me I would feel like I betrayed and let mum down. It would be the worst possible thing imaginable.
Mum took a breath in, smiled ostensibly sweetly but really like assassin and straightened herself up, just a little but it seemed to make her fully a foot taller. "My dear child, you can leave if you wish, your clothes, bag and keys are just there." She leant over Suzy, who was whining down looking at the floor, and gestured dismissively at her stuff across the room. "Your fancy little sports car is outside. We do not need you here to have such splendid, wonderful fun."
"Oh God, no mistress, I want to stay I...I need to, to be your obedient daughter, a good, dutiful daughter to my mistress, my mother dominatrix. I need that mistress, I really, really need that." Suzy rushed her excuse, flustered and a little nervous.
"Oh my dear child!" Mum gave a dazzling smile. "I am delighted to hear you wish, that you need, to be my daughter in obedience and subjugation."
"Oh I do mistress, I do." Suzy shuddered and with it shook her nerves off, lifted her chin and pulled her shoulders back, proudly thrusting her pert, petite bosom forward. She had been won over it seemed to fully commit herself to our mother dominatrix and becoming a fellow sibling in submission.
"Of my dear child!" Mum opened her arms and they hugged again, Suzy clinging to mum with urgency and desire. "So you have no doubts you wish to submit in obedience to your dear, loving mistress?"
"None my mistress, how may I prove myself obedient to you?" It was Suzy's turn to sound, if anything, a little offended with a slight, querulous arch to her own eyebrow, Suzy's own variation on "The Look That" conveyed whatever demands mum wanted to place on you. Well, I thought, we did have something prepared for this.
"Oh I am not sure you need to do that dear child, your pledge as supplicant as my daughter, obedient and dutiful to your mother dominatrix is enough." Mum said, resting a consoling hand on Suzy's shoulder. Well, I wondered, why hadn't mum taken that chance to really seal the deal?
"Oh mistress, please let me prove myself worthy of you as a dutiful, devoted daughter, obedient to my dear, darling mother dominatrix!" Suzy asked, pleaded, needing to demonstrate her desire to be dominated. I sighed and my sister next to me squeezed my hand, caught my eye and we nodded knowingly at each other.
This, after all, was the moment, we had helped mum hook Suzy on and reel her in to our web of decadent desires. But now mum had Suzy wanting, needing to subjugate herself to be used and abused by our majestic, magnificent mother, as her fellow siblings in submission had already.
"Well, if you insist." Mum said, as if relenting to some onerous demand Suzy had made, instead of this being the final goal of our perverted plot. "Sweetie go and fetch our special bag from the car so we can help this dear child to learn obedience." Mum said, turning to me. We had decided to leave the bag, the special bag, in the car to make this seem like a genuine chance event.
But there was no chance involved in this; mum was now delivering the goal to make Suzy meekly obeisant, submissive, obedient. Suzy was now not just willing but enthusiastic to be servile and malleable to the devious desires of her new mistress mother. Under mums masterful manipulation Suzy now mum, Carol, we would make her atone for her scornful, spiteful treatment of Carol, that Suzy would want, need, indeed plead for her own humiliation and debasement.
With any luck she would so enjoy and embrace such subservience to our mother dominatrix that she would want to join our new team at Inn C'Est Resort.
So I dashed out to the car, cock bobbing and jiggling as I jogged back with the special travel bag. "Put our dear Suzy by the table sweetie." Mum ruffled through the bag and pulled out the four Velcro restrains. "Are you sure dear child? You may decide you do not want to be a good girl, to obey me, to please me after all and..."
"Oh I do, to be a good girl for my mistress, that's what I want, to obey you, to please you!" Suzy bent down onto the table, a thick quilt had been thrown over it whilst I had popped out, thrusting her arms and legs out to each corner. "So tie me down, make me be your good girl, make me be your best girl. Make me." Mum smiled and passed two of the restraints over to me. I knelt, running my hands lasciviously down one of Suzy's firm, taught, thigh and calf to fit the cuff snugly round her ankle then tight to the table leg. I then then shuffled over on my knees and bound her other leg.