Note 1:
Be sure to read part one...
Mommy: Becoming My Daughter's Slut
to see how the prim and proper mother ended up being her daughter's submissive.
Note 2:
Goes to
LeAnn
and
MAB7991
for their editing...especially since I originally sent them the wrong version!
Mommy: Daughter Begins Training Mom
The vibrating egg my daughter, my new Mistress, had left for me was buzzing inside me, I reread the note she had left me for me this morning over and over.
Mom,
It is the morning after...a morning where you may regret the decision you made. That is why I am giving you an out. If you want, we will pretend this never happened and go on with our lives as a traditional family hierarchy: you the mother and me the daughter.
If this is what you want...STOP READING NOW!!!
Signed your loving daughter...
On the other hand, MOMMY-SLUT, if you want to become my unconditional, COMPLETE, sub...my pet, my slut, my obedient slave...well then follow these instructions:
1. Move all your clothes and items into my room and move mine into yours...clearly the Mistress of the house should have the biggest room.
2. You will be naked in the house at all times...but you may have a robe near the door in case company unexpectedly arrives.
3. You will address me as Mistress at all times when we are alone and whenever else I tell you to.
4. There will be no hesitation to my orders any such hesitation...even the slightest...will result in a punishment.
5. You will only orgasm when you have asked for and received my permission.
If you agree to these 5 conditions (and many more that I may add as time goes on), I expect you to go into my room and on my bed, I have left you a present. I expect it to be inside you all day, turned on low, until I get home. You may not come, I want you on the verge of orgasmic bliss all day as you anticipate the beginning of your training as the Mommy-slut you are about to become...a training that will bring you pleasure you can not even imagine (although I am guessing you have been imagining it for a while...haven't you MOMMY-SLUT?)
Now obey, like a good pet...
Signed your dominant daughter Mistress.
It took the majority of the day to switch the rooms around and when I did have free time I had a brief chat with MsAnn about my submission to my daughter. She was thrilled with the progress and told me to keep her up to date.
All day anxiety filled me, as did the constant buzzing of the egg that kept teasing me all day. I was thrilled that I had accomplished my goal of submitting to my beautiful eighteen-year-old daughter; but uncertainty about what was going to happen next had me on eggshells. Every time the phone rang, I hoped it would be her and yet feared it just as much. I was a bundle of nerves and it was almost dinner when I got a text from her.
Have you decided to be my Mommy-slut or return to your role as my traditional mother?
Reading the one sentence flooded me with shame. The ache and loss I felt at the words 'traditional mother' seemed to bring the harsh reality of what I had done to light. I briefly thought what I was throwing away.
Yet, overpowering my shame was my hunger for submission. I flashbacked to Chloe's submission to my daughter that fateful night where what I saw my daughter do changed my life forever; I flashbacked to last night when my daughter had fucked me and declared me her pet. Each brought changes in me, changes I could not undo nor did I want to. Accepting my new role with both excitement and trepidation, I took a deep breath before officially accepting my new role, my leaking eager pussy answering the question for me.
Mistress Kaylee,
Yes, I have accepted my role.
After sending it, I realized that she now had digital evidence of my sin. Instantly stress overwhelmed me and I was trying to calm myself down when another text came.
Mommy-slut,
That is great to hear. I will be home in fifteen minutes with friends. Get dressed. No bra or panties, just a dress and thigh high stockings.
Mistress Kaylee
I stared at the order briefly before quickly going into my new room, Kaylee's room before today, and found a dress, the longest one I could find. Putting it on, I realized it would not hold my 36C breasts in firmly. Keeping the egg in my cunt was a challenge and yet another worry when Kaylee's friends got here. Three more dresses had similar problems and I decided to ignore the no bra instruction. I had just finished putting on black thigh highs when I heard the front door open.
Seconds later, I heard Kaylee call out, "I'm home, Mommy."
I went downstairs trying to be casual as I slowly walked down the stairs terrified that the egg might fall out. I walked into the living room and saw that besides Kaylee, was Chloe Malloy, the Reverend's daughter, who was Kaylee's submissive pet, Erika White the co-cheerleading captain with Kaylee, and Beth Saunders another cheerleader I had only met a couple of times.
"Hi, girls," I greeted, like I would always do when Kaylee brought a friend over.
"Mommy, order us pizza," Kaylee ordered, looking at me with a smile that shifted the second she looked at my chest.
Nervous by her disapproving look, I quickly obeyed, like a maid, "Yes, dear, what would you girls like?"
Kaylee, her tone ice cold, said, "Just bring us the menus, Mother."
The way she said 'Mother', with such disrespect, was utterly humiliating in front of three other teens, yet my response was, "Yes, dear," and I immediately left.
I returned a minute later with the menus and stood waiting patiently, like a servant, while the three girls surveyed the different pizza place menus. Finally, they decided and Kaylee continued to treat me like a servant. She told me what to order then handed me the menus and said, with a wave of her hand implying my dismissal, "Here."
I took the menus, felt the other three girls' eyes on me as I turned and walked to the kitchen. In the kitchen, I phoned in the girls' order and tried to regain my composure. The thought of submitting to Kaylee excited me, yet being treated with such disrespect in front of others was not something I expected.
A sat in the kitchen for a few minutes an emotional mess until Kaylee bellowed, "Mother."
I sighed and returned to the potential humiliation. "Yes, Kaylee," I said, once in the room.
"Where are our drinks?" she said, her tone an accusation.
Even though she hadn't asked for or ordered drinks, I knew my answer should be an apology. "Oh sorry girls," I said, with an insipid giggle, "What would you girls like?"
"Four cokes," Kaylee ordered, clearly the one in charge of her group.
I instantly wondered if Erica or Beth were submissives to Kaylee too, but pushed the thought aside as I said "Coming right up."
I returned to the kitchen, grabbed four cans of coke, and returned to the living room and heard just the end of a sentence out of Erica's mouth. "So you fucked her?"
I instantly went red with the instant fear they were talking about me. I nervously handed each of the girls a coke and asked, "Can I get you ladies anything else?"
Kaylee waved me off again. "Nothing now, Mother," again her tone on the word 'Mother' implying a great disrespect towards me.
"I'll be upstairs if you need anything," I offered, before leaving the girls alone.
In my new room a minute later, the buzzing in my pussy was really driving me crazy. I ignored the growing temptation to disobey my daughter's no coming without permission order, but seeing the look of death I received for wearing a bra I decided against it.
I heard giggles, I heard chatter, and every time I wondered if they knew. Trying to distract myself with a book, I grabbed the novel I had been reading. It worked as a distraction until the doorbell rang.
Instantly, Kaylee bellowed, "Mother, the door."
I sighed and quickly hurried down the stairs. As I did, the egg slipped out of my wet cunt and bounced down the stairs. I gasped mortified and quickly picked it up and shoved it back in before anyone could notice. Flushed, my cunt's scent on my fingers, I answered the door. I paid the pizza girl and brought the pizzas into the living room.
"Plates?" Kaylee said, the question rhetorical, the expectation clear.
"Coming right up," I responded cheerfully.
I returned a minute later with plates and handed one to each girl.
"Thanks Ms. Pierce," Beth said.
"Yes, thank you so much Mother," Kaylee said, her tone dripping with condescension.
Ignoring it, I replied, "You girls are so welcome. Is there anything else?"
"No, Mother, that is all," Kaylee replied her words firm and clearly implying I was to go.
Back upstairs, I sighed, as I looked in the mirror and tried to come to grips with my treatment. I was turned on thinking of submitting to Kaylee, yet the treatment downstairs, the utter disrespect, was not a turn on at all.
I went onto my laptop and logged in. I quickly sent a lengthy message to MsAnn explaining all that had transpired the past twenty-four hours. A few minutes later, MsAnn replied.
MsAnn: U did it? WOW!!!
Evesub: Thanks...your advice was instrumental.
MsAnn: Well now we are both daughter fuckers.
Evesub: I guess we are
MsAnn: So now what?
Evesub: She is downstairs and has been treating me like a maid.
MsAnn: She is testing u
Evesub: So what do I do?
MsAnn: That is up to you. Are you willing to allow others to know of your incest act?
Evesub: Not if possible. Plus I don't like her treating me with such disrespect in front of her friends.
MsAnn: A tricky fine line. She is testing you like she would with a late curfew. So you must make it clear that as a mother you are to be respected when others are around
Evesub: That makes sense, but what if she doesn't agree
MsAnn: Well, you crossed the line, my dear...Pandora's Box has been opened and with it does come potential consequences.
Evesub: I didn't think that through completely, did I?
MsAnn: No, but would you go back in time and not do what you did?
I thought about that briefly and realized I wouldn't. I never felt more alive than in that brief moment of submission, and I wanted and craved more.
Evesub: No.
