The Mas of Submission

Authors note: Thank you everybody for your patience. From now on I plan on releasing shorter chapters at a speedier rate. Hope you like it.

How many times can your world implode?

How many revelations can your mind process before it altogether breaks?

I had been living on a rollercoaster of emotions and memory, an ocean of confusion barkley held back by the sensations of pleasure. My memories had, buried though they had been, had drawn me into a world of debauchery and submission, yet I realize now that I had not fully understood the other side of that coin.

There were things I had forgotten. Things I had chosen to blot out from the narrative that was my life.

Staring at the image before me so much became so clear.

Yet I was not given time to process the image before me, to place it in the context of my recent adventures. For as I drank in the image of my mother being fucked with a Strapon my cell phone began to ring. I stared dumbly at it's screen for a few seconds before it dawned on me that the name upon that screen was Corrie's.

When I could answer my voice was shaky. "Hel...hello?"

"Mmmm...I have a feeling you got an email Mom. How about it... Do you like what you see?"

"Corrie...baby...is this for real?"

"Uh-oh...how about you try that again bitch."

I was so thrown off by the image on my computer screen that it took me almost a full minute to understand what my daughter was saying.

"Yes...I'm sorry Mistress... I am looking at your email now. Mistress...is this real?"

I could hear her laughing softly on the other end of the line. "Of course it's real, slut. I think that there is a part of you that doesn't even need to ask. You are a born submissive mom, you came by it natural... it was passed down in your DNA."

"Mistress...where did you get a picture like this?"

"I think you ought to come home now Mom. I'm waiting for you at the house. If you behave yourself, I might explain some things to you."

"Mistress...I..."

"Whatever it is you want to say bitch, you can say in person. Come home. Do it now."

I must have caused a great deal of confusion, practically sprinting from the office. I am not altogether sure what I offered as an excuse to those I passed. I hardly remember running out to my car or whipping out of the parking lot and into traffic. Hardly recall the headlong rush I made for home. I do remember that even as I arrived my heart was slamming in my chest, that I was breathless and even giddy with fear and with excitement. As I parked in the driveway, as I made my way unsteadily up the walk, I could feel the dampness rising in my pussy. I could smell my own excitement pouring off my skin.

Even as I opened my front door and stepped inside the house, I knew that it was all too much. That I was overwhelmed by the pace and by the scope of all that was unfolding, and that I teetered on the edge of being lost altogether. Of being swept away in a flood of lust and need that was far too strong to be resisted. I was afraid. I was terrified, of what I would discover, of all that I might become. Yet even so I stepped through the door. Stepped through because I wanted to let go, wanted to be swept away into the rushing of the tide.

And Corrie was there waiting. Ready, grinning as I stepped into the house.

She had moved my husband's rolling chair out of his office, set it there in the parlor. The first thing I saw upon my entry was Corrie and her wide smile. She was nude, luxuriant, and her legs were spread wide as her father knelt between them, as he worshiped there between her caramel thighs.

"You made good time, Mom. That's good. I like that you are eagre."

I could hardly speak, but still I managed a weak, " Yes Mistress."

"Daddy too. You know, as soon as I stepped through the door he had a hardon? When I told him he was going to get to eat my pussy, I swear to God, there were tears in his eyes! It seems like you two have been missing me quite a bit."

Again, I could only answer, " Yes Mistress."

My eyes were glued to the sight of Simon, nude and on his hands and knees. The sound of his eagre tongue probing our daughter's lovely wet pussy. The strange intimacy of her long fingers running through his graying hair. Her smile...my daughter's warm, inviting smile.

"I have good news for you Mom. Great news actually. While you two have been whiling away the time in missing me, I have been taking care of little details. All the in's and out's of my larger plan. And now...now everything is ready. Do you know what that means Mom?"

"No Mistress...please tell me."

"It means that things are going to change. It means that your life, as you have known it, is done. You are about to enter into something completely new. And very soon...well, let's just say that you are going to have a choice to make. Both of you...the most important choice of all."

Suddenly she grasped Simon roughly by the hair, pulled his face away from her glistening sex.

"But we will get to that. For now...for now we will start small. Come here Mom. Get down on your knees beside Daddy."

No sooner had Corrie finished speaking than I felt my knees hit hard upon the floor. I crawled forward to kneel beside Simon, my eyes locked upon the exposed cunt which lay ripe and beckoning before our eyes.

"Alright. Here it is. For starter's I am moving in. I will be taking over the master bedroom, and you two will sleep where and when I tell you to sleep. From here on out, this is my house. Do you understand?"

In unison we gave our ascent, acknowledged that we understood.

"Good. Now, since you have both agreed that you are my slaves, and that you belong to me I am going to fill you in on just what that will mean going forward. I own you. I own you both completely. In this house, and outside of it. Your bodies, your minds, all of it. I will be taking control of your finances. I will say when you go to work and how you conduct yourselves while there. I will have complete control and there will be no debate and no compromise with my decisions. Is that clear?"

It was a large decision. In ordinary circumstances Simon and I would have discussed a much more trifling matter for hours or even days. But with Corrie seated nide before us we agreed at once and without hesitation. In a single instant we gave our lives away for the promise of her beauty. Our eagerness was enough to make Corrie giggle, and as we watched she reached down and began to stroke the dark lips of her pussy, flashing off glimpses of the myriad pink within.

"I am going to ask a lot of you. I am going to push you in ways you cannot possibly imagine. There are things which I will demand that have nothing at all to do with your pleasure, things which you will hate and things which you will fear. You will obey. You will do as I command, and no matter what you will thank me for it. No matter what. When you have agreed to this, there is no going back. I'm not going to threaten you, I'm not going to talk about some dire punishment for failure...because that option will not exist. When you agree to this, know that you are mine. Completely. There will never be a chance to back out. So, do you understand? Do you agree?"

We did not hesitate at all. She knew that we wouldn't. It was already too late, and even though we could feel the tra closing in around us we were powerless against it. We agreed to everything our daughter said. We called her Mistress and we bowed our heads.

Corrie must have been right on the edge from Simon's tongue, or else the thrill our complete surrender might have pushed her past the point of no return. Either way, as soon as we had said the words Corrie tapped her clit lightly with the tips of her fingers and her orgasm exploded outward, covering both Simon and I with her burning essence. There could have been no better means by which to seal it all, and for all I know Corrie had planned it out and executed perfectly.

We knelt before her, drenched in the wet heat of her sex, awash in her and only her. Our daughter grinned at us, her smile both satisfied and somehow cruel.

"Perfect, Slaves. Now we can really begin."

And so we did.

It was not until too late that I remembered the E-mail I had received, the images of my mother. All the questions that had filled my mind. Corrie had planned well, and by the time I could focus enough to remember my questions I no longer had a voice to speak.

I lay on the floor, stripped bare upon the capet of my own living room. Family portraits staring down from every wall, photographs of my mother, of by children, of all of us and the life I had imagined would last forever. The images stared down upon me, hog tied on the floor. Corrie had slipped a thick leather collar around my throat, a sign of all that she had made me. A vibrating egg buzzed away indie my pussy, a thick black rubber plug stretched the confines of my ass. I drooled around the heavy pink ball gag which distended my aching jaws, and in silence and in disbelief I watched the scene unfold before me.

I listened intently to the words which Corrie spoke, and even though they were addressed to Simon, I felt certain that they were truly meant for me.

"I want you to know Daddy, that I have given this a lot of thought. The way I should proceed...I've got to say that I was a little surprised at how it's all turned out. Satisfied, but a little surprised."

Simon was standing stock still, like a soldier at attention. Like me he wore a collar around his neck, and like me his hands were tied tight behind his back with nylon cords. Corrie, beautiful, naked, regal moved around him as she spoke, her nails dancing light across his shivering skin. Simon kept his eyes upon the floor, careful not to look at me or at his daughter, but his cock was rigid between his pale legs. Skin so taught and head so swollen that I knew that it must hurt, and even from where I was I could sense his desperation for release.

"When I pictured all this, when I've envisioned it across the years, it was always mom who gave me trouble. She was always the one I imagined offering some token of resistance...you might be my father, but you're still a man. I knew that you'd fall, that you'd be at my mercy the instant there was a chance at a sweet young pussy, daughter or no.

And of course you did...I just never imagined that mom would fall so much harder, so much deeper, and all at once."

As I watched, Corrie let her hand fall, traced the flesh of her father's jutting prick with the heel of her palm. Simon shivered, and he did his best to stifle a moan.

"Yeah. I knew you'd submit...and I envisioned all the ways I'd use you while I went to work on breaking mom. I guess that I was being silly...I should have seen how easy she would be...just like all the others. All the willing, desperate, needy slaves, just dying to submit to someone stronger."

Corrie began to laugh at the thought of it, and she closed her hand around Simon's erection, gently, slowly, began to pump.

"Do you know, it was all I could do to keep from laughing in that hotel room...calling you Sir, allowing you to think that you were in control, that you could ever be the master of someone like me. It's funny to think about it now, isn't it? How big you felt? How strong you imagined yourself to be? Do you feel strong now, Daddy? You don't look strong."

"What did Mom tell you? Afterwards, I mean. I bet she told you it was fine. That she loved you, that she would always see you as a big strong man. I bet she did. I don't doubt that she believed it...but that will not be how it goes Daddy. It's too bad, but staring now she is going to see you in a very different light. Everyone will. Because I cannot stress enough...this is not about you."

It was plain by the look on his face that Simon could barley hear her, that the whole of his attention was focused on that hand that moved upon his flesh, at the ache and the need that must have been overwhelming him. The struggle to hold back in the fae of his excitement. I heard, and I knew that he would have been disturbed.

I saw clearly that Corrie was talking about fulfilling Simon's greatest fear. Reducing him to something weak and pathetic, something small and not worthy of respect. It was not enough to make him into a slave, Simon was already her slave. Putty in her skilled hands. No, she would go further. She was talking about making him her Bitch. If only he could have understood...

As awful as it is to admit it, I felt the most profound excitement listening to Corrie's words. In that moment, with the egg buzzing away in my soaked pussy and the plug stretching my ass, I did not care about anything except going deeper, except losing myself completely in this strange and wonderful world that was in the offing. I did not care that Corrie intended to force me to break the promise I had made to Simon, I did not care about anything at all. I only wanted more.

Corrie looked down and she caught my eye, and I am sure she knew exactly what I was feeling. She laughed and took her hand from Simon's cock.

"No, it's not about you dad. Not about you at all."

Corrie left the room, and for a moment Simon and I were alone. He allowed himself to look at me then, and I saw the beginnings of a smile as he took in my plight. His cock looked painful, his balls swollen to what seemed like twice their ordinary size and I wished I could crawl to him, engulf that rigid shaft with my mouth or take deep into my cunt. To make him cum in any hole that I could offer before whatever was coming next. But of course I was not free. Corrie was too smart for that, and I could only look on helpless and excited, hungry for what was next.

At once Corrie had returned, and she carried the box with her. The same box we had in Hilton Head, the box of toys and restraints and all the things I had not seen and could only guess at. She set it down upon the couch, and she reached in with both of her hands. Emerged just a second later with something silver bourn upon her palms. I could see it glinting in the rays of the sunlight through the windows, but from my angle on the floor I could get no sense of what it was. Simon could see it better, though it was clear he was not allowing himself to look directly as Corrie approached. All the same his white skin at once went from red to a deathly shade of pale.

Corrie stood between us, I could see her movements reflected through elbows and shoulders. I heard the jangle of something metal and I heard clearly when Simon gasped and then we he began to moan. An awful sound of pure despair. Of oblivion at last acknowledged. There was a sharp metallic snap and then Corrie spoke again.

"This is all you will ever be Daddy. Helpless and pathetic...not even a man. I am going to make you into something else."

At once Simon began to sob and Corrie stepped aside so that I could see clearly what she had done. The silver thing that I had seen was a kind of cage and Corrie had forced it down painfully over her father's throbbing prick. She had forced a small metal ring up over his heavy balls and locked them together with a thick sturdy padlock. I had never actually seen such a device but knew at once that it was a chastity cage and that it could only be opened with a key.

I don't know why, but looking at my husband sobbing, his proud cock trapped in that heavy cage, completely helpless and completely hopeless of release brought me to the very edge of orgasm, and I found myself crying out around my gag. The sight was almost to intense to look upon, and at the same time I could not force myself to look away.

"Get on your knees, Bitch." Corrie commanded.

Simon began to speak, to plead. It was not feigned, there were huge tears streaming down his face, but Corrie's hand flashed out and she slapped him hard across the cheek. She did not repeat herself, she did not need to. Simon, his cheek reddened by her palm, only sobbed more as he sank to his knees.

"Lower your head. Put your chin to the carpet Daddy. I want you staring into Mom's eyes."

When Simon obeyed, it put our heads about a foot apart across the carpet. I could see every huge tear that rolled from his blue eyes. I could hear every single whimper on his ragged breath. I could also look up and see Corrie beyond him, framed in sunlight above his upturned ass. She held a large black dildo in her hands. She was applying lubricant to that thick ridged shaft, and I had no doubt about what was coming next.

To be continued.