Jess awoke to a rumbling in the kitchen, still a little foggy from her nap she stumbled downstairs. Her mother was making coffee and surprisingly still wearing her collar. Her mood was certainly different from before her nap. She had washed her hair, taken a bath and changed clothes. Her perfume was obvious though not too strong. The skirt was mid length to her thighs and her white top sheer enough to see her red lace bra.
"Coffee is ready, I poured you a cup and was getting ready to bring it to you. I also washed and folded your clothes. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Yes as a matter of fact, show me what panties you are wearing."
Her mother lifted her skirt and twirled around like a little school girl slowly exposing her red lace panties that matched her bra.
"Oh I do like those, sexy indeed Mother, very sexy"
"Thank you mistress Jessica, I'm glad they please you."
"Very much so Mother, I have some plans for tonight, I will need some alone time again. Your church friend Becky called earlier and said something about going shopping. Call her back and go with her for a few hours.Be back at 8 tonight but you may want to change clothes first mother; I should make you go dressed like that but Becky would be spreading rumors about you. We don't want that now do we. However, make sure you keep your collar on."
"Yes ma'am, I will call her now. Are we having company again tonight?"
"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you Mother? Billy's nice big cock to suck and fuck. You'll just have to wait and see. Now go change and leave me alone for a little while."
"Yes Ma'am, going to call Becky and change."
Jess was beginning to feel her excitement build up once again. Tonight would have to be special, very special. She needed it to be perfect and for that she need to change the look of the room from an ordinary household to her own makeshift dungeon.
The black curtains were easily hung up, the candles placed perfectly and the fireplace was lit. The right music was very important to set the mood, she shifted through numerous songs and tracks before settling on the lesbian group Fem 2 Fem. One particular song from the album would suit the mood just as she wanted. "Worship' was the title and part of the lyrics of "worship my body" was just what she expected and needed.
The sex toys were laid out along with various straps and paddles. The electro shock toys lined up neatly in a row. She had changed into her black flowing gown and stilettos. Looking in the mirror at herself she concluded she is fucking hot as a goddess. Goddess, yes that's fucking what she is.
Darkness falling and her anticipation growing, 8:05, 8:10, 8:20 and finally her mother walks in.
"You are fucking late Mother. I did say be home at 8, it's 8:20."
"I'm sorry, I got caught in traffic, I tried to get home at 8."
"Well that's no fucking excuse, you should have left earlier. You know what this means mother?"
"No Ma'am."
"It means you will have to be punished but first, come here. You will be wearing this chain and collar and then you need to take a bath and clean up. Take my pendant off and put it on your new collar. You are always and I repeat always required to wear it. I want to hear that chain dragging the floor every step you take. Or every step you crawl. Now crawl your fucking ass upstairs and take a bath, put on the clothes I've laid out for you. Dress like a whore, red lipstick and all. Come downstairs when you are done and don't take all fucking night."
"Yes ma'am"
Just as told she watched her mother wrap the collar around her neck and immediately got on her hands and knees. It was quite a sight to see, her mother literally crawling on her hands and knees. Her sexy ass shaking with every step almost as if on purpose.
Jessica began to feel an evilness starting to grow and with each waiting moment it became stronger and stronger. The sexual urges of sins and degradations too difficult to repress. Her thoughts of abusing her mother making her wetter and wetter. In a strange way, it wasn't all because she liked it herself, she knew her mother liked it and just as she had all her life, she wanted to please her mother.
She had other thoughts as well, not all of them pain and abuse though most were. The overwhelming feeling of the power she had over her mother was certainly a major contributor. It was time to get what she wanted, for what she craved and even needed. The time is now, now she will find out just how much control she really has.
As her mother came downstairs She did indeed hear the chain rattling. Jess had turned the lights down, the candles and fireplace lit. The music just loud enough to hear.
"Come here mother and smoke with me. I want you to get high before we begin."
She watched as her mother inhaled the weed with deep tokes. Jessica's mind already a little fuzzy and now her mother was as well.
"Take off your blouse mother, no wait, I will take it off." Jess reached for the buttons on her mother's blouse and slowly unbuttoned them, one by one exposing her breast a little at a time. Her fingers slightly trembling with each one and her breath matching her mother's with a deep heavy breathing. She wrapped her arms around and reached for the hook of her bra. One swift motion and she let her bra fall to the floor.
One wouldn't think her breasts would be so perfect but unlike most women her age they were as perfect as hers. Her dark nipples against her creamy white skin would make any woman envious.
She reached for the electro clamps and looked at her mother. Unable to tell if it was excitement or fright but she didn't care. Her hand reached her mother's breast and the feel of her heavy bosom only increased her rapid breaths. Jess was careful, it was not the time to let her emotional and physical cravings take control. Her mother's nipples already protruding making it easy to place the clamps on her.
"Bend over the chair mother, be careful, I don't want those clamps to come loose."
"Yes ma'am."
Jess grabbed the rope and tied her hands to the chair. A gag was placed in her mouth and Jessica pushed her mother's face into the cushion. She placed the rope around one of the arms of the chair and across the back of her mother's neck. The other end tied to the other chair arm and down to her mother's feet where she tied them as well.
Jessica stopped for a moment and admired her work. What a lovely vision she thought to herself. She bent down to her mother's face and brushed her hair back. Whispering in her raspy voice against her mother's ear.
"I'm going to punish you for being late Mother, I'm going to beat your fucking ass, I will stop when I think you have learned your lesson. My bitches will obey me."
She grabbed the paddle and swung it at her ass, the holes of the paddle only making the sting worse. She placed the remote in her and against the paddle handle so that when she swung it on her mother's ass it would push the button. The shocks hurt she could tell, with every shock, she would hear a muffled scream.
Over and over against her ass. She could see bruises beginning to form. It looked like a piece of art to Jessica and she reached down to feel the warmth of her ass.
She couldn't resist the temptation of digging her nails in her ass cheeks, long slow deep scratches that were almost as painful as the shocks. She continued with her nails and as she did so her temptation to slide them between her mother's ass cheeks were too great.
Slowly spreading her hole open Jessica pushed her fingers inside and began to finger fuck her ass. The deeper her fingers pushed the more her mother liked it. Bucking her ass back and forth, in and out she almost came but Jessica stopped her. Jess untied her from the chair and began another session of abuse.
"You can't cum just yet mother, you haven't earned it. Now get on your fucking knees and kiss my feet like a good little cunt bitch slave."
As she moved from the chair to her knees Jessica looked at her mother's face, her gag still in her mouth and tears on her cheeks. Her red lipstick smeared across her lips Jess marveled at her whore. She bent down and wiped the tears away.
"Look up at me mother, there is something I've wanted to do to you ever since we started our little illicit escapades. I think I've come to realize one of my fetishes is slapping your ass but it's not just your ass. I feel the urge to slap your face a few times, maybe even more than a few. Yes, that's what I said, just some small slaps across your face to make you understand I won't tolerate anything less than total obedience."
"Yes ma'am, I will do as you say, I've given myself to you for your pleasure. My own pleasure is from your satisfaction and it is you I want to please and not myself, if that's what you want then I will obey you like the whore cunt you've made me."
"Mother dear, I didn't make you a whore cunt, you were already one."
"Yes ma'am, you are right about that."
"Now I want my pleasure, be still"
The slaps started slowly, not hard enough to really hurt but enough to make her point. She loved the feeling of her hand hitting her mother's face much like she did on her ass.
The look in her mother's eyes was certainly of discomfort mixed with humiliation. Faster and harder until they were quick rapid slaps that jerked her mother's face as she slapped her. It wasn't so much the pain she wanted to inflict but to see how far she could push her mother. How much she would take before she rebelled Jessica didn't know but she would surely push the limits until she found out.
The real pleasure Jessica received wasn't so much physical as it was inside her own evil forming mind; the slapping was purely for that purpose.
She enjoyed seeing her mother literally shocked at some of the perverted things she came up with.
After a few moments, Jessica stopped and reached for the remote again, pushing the button several times her mother winced at each shock through her nipples. Looking at the redness of her mother's cheeks she felt the warmness in her hand as she slid it across her face.
"Good girl Mother, I didn't think you would take it so well. Now though I have some questions for you and I expect honest answers, understand me?"
"Yes Ma'am. I will answer you I promise."
"The first question mother dear; Is your cunt wet?
"Yes ma'am, it's very wet"
"Show me, shove your fingers in your cunt and show me."
