Chapter 1

I woke up rested. I could tell by the amount of light coming into my bedroom that it was late in the morning. I rolled over to look at the alarm clock on my night table. It was almost eleven AM! I don’t remember the last time I slept that late, even on a Sunday.

I remembered getting in bed with my daughter the night before and snuggling until we fell asleep. However, I was alone in bed this morning. I pulled the covers off and sat naked on the edge of the bed. I was naked because I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes. I had to pee, but I wasn’t allowed to use my own toilet. Ms. Connor said that Tissues would be allowed to change the rules. I hoped I could talk my daughter into changing that one.

“Good afternoon, sleepy head!” Tissues said as she entered my bedroom wearing my flowered bathrobe. The same one Ms. Connor wore yesterday.

I blushed and replied, “It’s not THAT late.”

“By the way, thanks for the robe,” she teased me, “I looked through your closet. You’re going to be the sluttiest looking Mom ever.”

My blush deepened, “I ... I know. How did this all happen?”

“It’s all your fault, remember? You barged in on us.”

“I know. I ... I’m sorry ... I...” Why was I stammering to talk to my own daughter?

“I woke up early. I couldn’t sleep. I had a lot of thoughts running through my mind and a lot to think about.”

“Me too. Can I use the bathroom? I ... I mean inside. Please? Please don’t make me...”

“NO!” She interrupted me, “We’re doing everything they tell us, so I don’t get punished! Don’t forget, I’m in charge here, now.”

I felt like a scolded child. I looked down and away from Tissues’ gaze. I noticed she said, ‘so I don’t get punished.’ I guess that didn’t apply to me. My nipples swelled and my clit throbbed. Why did I get so horny being treated this way? I started to stand, but Tissues pushed me back down by my shoulders.

“Is that what you do, just get up to walk away?” She asked angrily.

“I ... I’m sorry ... May I go outside to pee? Please? Tissues?” I paused between each word, expecting her to give me permission.

“From now on, you will address me as Miss. You can’t call me Tissues since I’m in charge. Now ask again properly.” She folded her arms and waited.

I squeezed my thighs against my horny clit as I responded, “May I go outside to pee, please? Miss?”

“Go!” She ordered.

I started to get up, only to be pushed down again.

“Don’t you say thank you?”

“I ... I’m sorry, Miss ... thank you, Miss.”

She stood aside and motioned me toward my bedroom door.

I walked out of the bedroom. I remembered to grab a towel from the closet to dry myself this time. I headed down the stairs and out the back door. I squatted to pee. Miss said she had a lot to think about. I guess she did a lot of thinking already. I have a lot to think about myself. Not only about me, but about what was going on with my daughter. What did they do to her yesterday? I saw marks on her chest and bottom last night, so she obviously got punished. What clothes did they buy her to wear? They said she was going to be completely exposed and humiliated. Would they let me watch?

I finished peeing, cleaned myself off with the ice-cold hose and dried myself thinking about what a horrible Mother I was. I was getting horny thinking about my fifteen-year-old daughter being humiliated. Images of what might have happened to her yesterday played in my mind.

I came in the back door. Miss was sitting at the kitchen table texting away on her phone.

“I haven’t had breakfast yet,” she said not taking her eyes off her phone.

“Oh,” I replied, “there’s some cereal in the cabinet...”

“I want pancakes for breakfast,” she interrupted me.

I realized that she expected me to make breakfast for her. I noticed the empty coffee pot.

“I’ll make us a nice pot of coffee,” I said, “and some nice pancakes for you, Miss.”

“Make pancakes for the both of us. You need to eat, too,” she said.

“Yes, Miss. Thank you Miss,” I said and went right to work, wanting very much to please her.

She sat quietly while I made coffee and started the pancakes. I was uncomfortable working naked in my kitchen, but I thought that I better get used to it. The curiosity about her shopping trip with Debbie was killing me.

“So, Miss, how w ... was your day, yesterday?” I asked nonchalantly, like I was asking her about her school day.

“You first,” He replied shortly, “and don’t leave anything out. I’ll punish you if you lie to me.”

Juice was leaking out of my horny pussy. My nipples were as swollen as ever. I felt so humiliated to have to tell her about what happened. But I knew that I had to tell her everything. Ms. Connor would probably tell her anyway. I didn’t want her to punish me. Or did I?

I started at the beginning, telling Miss how I tried to masturbate on Friday night while Ms. Connor was sleeping, but got caught before I could cum. I told her that Ms. Connor tied me in bed so I couldn’t masturbate. Miss said that I was a naughty little slut and she made me say it.

“Yes ... I ... I’m a n ... n ... n ... naughty little slut!” I admitted, blushing.

“I like that rule,” she giggled, “no cumming for you!” It wasn’t clear from her nonchalant tone if she was making a real rule.

I told her about how Ms. Connor punished me the next morning, about how she made me admit what makes me so horny. I even told Miss that thinking about her humiliation makes me horny. Then I told her about the pepper juice on my clit.

“Ohhhh, good one!” She cooed.

I told her that Ms. Connor made me donate all of my old clothes and that she made me leave the house in nothing but a swimsuit cover and flip flops.

“The white one?” Miss asked excitedly, “it’s see-through!” she giggled.

I continued my tale telling her how exposed I was at the clothing bin and how Ms. Connor teased me in the car before we went into the mall. I told her how I was tickled while trying on shoes and how I could barely walk in the high heeled stripper pumps.

“Oh! I love all those shoes you bought,” Miss said, “Go put the clear plastic ones on.”

I ran up the stairs quickly to retrieve the shoes, not wanting to burn the pancakes. I waited until I was back down the stairs before slipping them on, suddenly growing a few inches. I teetered back into the kitchen, one hand on the wall for support.

“Don’t burn my breakfast!” Miss ordered.

“Yes, Miss,” I replied and went back to the stove.

SLAP!!

“Ouch!” I squeeled and nearly fell off my heels. Miss snuck up on me and smacked my naked butt.

“I like the way the heels make your butt look,” Miss said, rubbing my sore butt now, “I want you in heels all the time, now. You need practice anyway.”

“OK,” I replied.

SLAP!! A hard swat on my other butt cheek.

“Oh! ... I ... I’m sorry ... Y ... yes, Miss ... I’ll wear heels ... for you,” I stammered. It wasn’t lost on me that I added ‘for you’ to my reply.

“Thank you, Slutty Mommy,” she replied as she continued to rub my butt. “You’ll do whatever I say, won’t you,” she continued in a pouty voice and slid her finger between my butt cheeks.

“Yes, Miss. Of course, I will,” I answered, opening my thighs to give her access.

The tip of her finger entered my asshole and I gasped. As quickly as she entered me, she pulled her finger out. She washed her hands and returned to her seat at the table, leaving me standing there, teetering on my heels in a daze.

“The pancakes!” She reminded me. I snapped to attention and went back to cooking.

Chapter 2

I set the table for us and finished cooking the pancakes. I added a side of bacon, too, hoping to please Miss with her favorite breakfast meat.

“Mmmmmm, this smells yummy!” Miss said.

I served us, sat naked across from Miss and we started eating. After a minute or two Miss asked me to continue telling her about my shopping day.

“So, what happened after the shoe store?” she asked.

I hesitated at her question. I never did get to finish telling her everything that happened in the shoe store. But she asked what happened ‘after the shoe store.’ If I skipped over the part where I was taken into the back room to be punished. The part where I almost orgasmed having my horny clit flogged by Ms. Chelsea. The part where I was allowed to cum by rubbing my clit on Tommy’s hard little dicky. Would that technically be a lie? Telling Miss that I abused this poor young boy willingly just to get off would be so humiliating.

In that two seconds of hesitation, I decided to skip over the storeroom part of my day.

“Well, we left the shoe store with me wearing the white wedges and my swimsuit cover...” Miss raised an eyebrow as I picked up my tale after the shoe store, as Miss asked. Did she know something?

I told her about my first experience peeing outside, behind the dumpster and how Ms. Connor made me come out from behind it naked before letting me get dressed. Then I told her how Ms. Connor made me serve her at the food court by making several trips back and forth in my transparent clothes.

I told her about how I was made to play the childish tickle game with the two goth girls and how they continued my tickle torture in the family restroom, about how I begged to have my nipples and clit tickled. Then I told her how I orgasmed without permission and how I got the goth girls and Ms. Connor off. I felt that I should tell her that Ms. Connor made me give the girls my phone number.

“Maybe we’ll get some company for a nice dinner some night,” she teased.

Next up was the tale of Ms. Connor making me expose myself in the parking lot and how I lost control and spontaneously masturbated myself to orgasm right outside of the mall. Of course, I didn’t have permission, again.

“God! Why can’t you control yourself?” Miss said.

I continued with the full tale of what happened in Ms. Connor’s adult shop where Tanya and Giggles helped me pick out my new wardrobe of slutty clothes. I told her how when I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that I needed more than just clothes to be totally slutty. I realized that I needed make-up, nail polish and a trip to the hair salon. And piercings.

“Yes!” Miss interrupted, “piercings for both of us!”

The Mom in me wanted to object. Miss was only fifteen and way too young for anything more than ear piercing. Wasn’t she? I held my objection. I told her about some of the outfits Ms. Connor picked out. Miss interrupted again.

“I didn’t see any panties in your drawer,” she teased.

“I ... I’m n ... not allow to wear panties,” I admitted. Miss could only giggle in response. “Ms. Connor says my pussy must be naked all the time.” My clit was throbbing.

I left out the part about the little see-through outfit Ms. Connor picked out for Miss, thinking that Ms. Connor wouldn’t want me to tell Miss about that. I told the tale of the secret dungeon below the sex shop. I explained how I felt as I descended the stairs. How I descended into abject servitude and horniness. I told her how I’d been bound and relentlessly tickled until I begged to cum but was denied release.

I told her about being strapped to the gynecological table and the severe strapping I got and how I had to ‘thank’ Ms. Tonya for punishing me so well. Then I told her about how Giggles and I serviced Ms. Connor. I didn’t fully realize how totally depraved my day was yesterday but recalling it all for my daughter put it in perspective. I told her how I wanted to make Giggles cum to thank her, but Ms. Connor only let me tease the submissive girl.

“Giggles isn’t allowed to cum either. She’s so happy being so submissive,” I recalled.

Miss seemed really interested when I told her about how I was made to masturbate in the sex shop in front of the customers. She asked for details about the positions I was in and how I used the vibrators. When she asked how many times I orgasmed, I told her that I wasn’t sure.

“After that, Ms. Connor had me drive her home. I was naked in the car the whole way. We showered and I started dinner, waiting for you to get home,” I said, finishing my story.

“That’s it?” she asked.

“Isn’t that enough?”

“Are you sure you told me everything?”

“Y ... Yes, Miss ... I’m sure,” I lied, recalling the part I left out about the back room of the shoe store. I felt guilty about lying, but I thought that I couldn’t come clean now. I decided to keep that part secret.

“Sounds like you had a full day.”

I sighed loudly and we sat quietly for a minute or two. We finished our breakfast, so I cleared the table and washed the dishes. That would normally be my daughter’s chore, but I just assumed that was now a thing of the past.

“I need to cum ... now...” Miss said awkwardly. I guess she was still getting used to the ‘being in charge’ stuff. Her legs were crossed, and her foot was rocking up and down. I knew exactly what she was doing with her thighs.

Was I going to do this? Sexually serve my own daughter. No one was here to force me. I wasn’t tied. Yes. Yes, I will. I’ll do what she says.

“Oh!” I said, looking down at my heels, “O ... of course ... Yes Miss.”

We paused there a minute. Her sitting at the table rubbing her clit with her thighs. Me teetering on my heels, pussy drooling, waiting for instructions.

I broke the silence, “How ... how do you want me to? You know ... how ... should I... ?” I stammered.

“Lick me.” She ordered.

“OK, we can go on my bed, it’s bigger,” I started to walk out of the kitchen.

“No!” she stopped me, “I want you to make me cum in the kitchen. W ... we’re gonna do it ... you’re gonna make me cum ... all over the house. Every single room.” She rocked her foot harder.

Miss untied her robe and let it fall off her shoulders, exposing her completely flat chest and thick nipples. She uncrossed her legs, scootched forward on her chair and spread her legs wide. Her swollen clit was the first thing I saw, followed by her soaking wet, yawning cunny.

“Lick it!” she ordered. “Now!” when I hesitated for a second.

I knelt in front of her and went right to work on her gorgeous, fat cunny lips. She grabbed my by the hair on the back of my head and pulled me into her cunny. She ground her horny cunny into my face, soaking it with her juices, which I tried to lap up. She worked her clit against my tongue. I hardly had to move. I just held my tongue stiff while she humped her clit against it.

“It feels so good on my clitty!” she said. “I wanna squirt in your face! Right in the fucking kitchen!”

I wasn’t used to her cursing like that but didn’t let that distract me from my task. I needed to make Miss cum, and I wanted to do a good job of it. I sucked her clit into my mouth and treated it like a man’s hard dick. I ran my tongue over it as I sucked it in and out of my mouth. She put her feet up onto my shoulders and spread wide, pulling my face harder into her cunny. I reached up and slid a finger into her wet cunny. That put her over the edge.

“Ahhhh ... Ahhhh ... Ahhhh ... Here it comes!” She screamed as she squirted all over my hand and face.

I kept sucking until the waves of my daughter’s pleasure stopped and she let go of my hair.

“You’re good at that, Mom,” she said as she calmed down and put her feet down onto the floor, “But I need to find something better to call you.”

“What about Horny Mom? Or Slutty Mom?” I replied, surprising myself with what I was suggesting.

“I’ll come up with something,” she replied. “Bedrooms next!”

She stood and grabbed me by the hand to pull me to my feet. She held my hand as she guided me up the stairs in my heels.

She made me lick her asshole and finger her cunny in my bedroom. Then she made me finger fuck her asshole and pussy on her bed.

“Too bad Ms. Connor took all the handcuffs and toys with her,” Miss said. “We’ll have to get some of our own sometime.”

“Oh! They have plenty to choose from in Ms. Connor’s shop, and even sluttier stuff in the basement,” I quickly admitted, trying to be helpful to Miss. Then I blushed when I realized what I said and what it meant.

I was a horny mess as she pulled me into the spare bedroom, still wearing the stripper heels.

“Remember when they made us rub cunnies in the basement?” She asked, not waiting for an answer, “do it to me now. Make sure you don’t cum yet.”

I was already on the verge of cumming without even being touched. How could I get through rubbing cunnies with my daughter without erupting? At least she said ‘yet’ so maybe I’d get my turn sometime soon.

She laid with her head on the pillow and spread her legs wide. I got in position and inched toward my daughter’s dripping cunny. Our cunnies touched and I shivered.

“Miss, I ... I can’t ... I’m going to cum on your cunny,” I said, daring not to move an inch.

“You better not!” she ordered and started humping on my cunny. I felt her engorged clit rub over mine and nearly erupted. I tried to think of something else and started to hump her back.

She got into a good, hard rhythm and started grinding against me harder and harder while I tried to think about the weather. Her clit slipped into my cunny and then mine into hers. After a minute she grabbed my knees and pulled me hard into her.

“Mmmmmmm ... Mmmmmmm ... Mmmmmm...” she moaned as her cunny squirted into mine. I managed to somehow hold my orgasm back. I’m not sure how I resisted. As soon as her orgasm faded, I rolled over, breathing heavily.

“I ... I ... I don’t know how I didn’t cum, Miss,” I panted, “but I really need to. P ... Please?”

“Noooo! You’re doing so good!” she shouted, “but we’ll take a little break for now. We did every room upstairs except the bathroom. You can make me cum in there later when you bathe me. Let’s go down to the living room and watch some TV.”

Miss put her robe on and guided me down the stairs in my heels. I was starting to get a little more comfortable walking in them, but I was still unsteady.

I don’t remember what we watched on TV. My mind shifted from thought to thought. I thought about the sleep-over on Friday night, then about my shopping day with Ms. Connor. I wondered what happened on Miss’s shopping day with Debbie. I also wondered what would happen when Miss got back to school tomorrow and what the next cheerleading event would bring.

Every so often, Miss would reach over and caress my tits or pussy. She’d get me to the point where I though she might make me cum but stopped each time. She laid with her head in my lap and parted her robe so I could caress her nipples for her.

When she was ready for her living room cum, she pulled my hand down to her cunny. It was soaking wet. I stroked her cunny and squeezed her thick nipples until she squirted again. I was amazed at how much she could squirt. I wondered what it felt like, since my cunny didn’t squirt when I came. I was jealous.

“You should clean the sofa off. Maybe we should put some towels down from now on,” she giggled!!

Chapter 3

After a while, Miss gave me an order, “Go get the wooden spoon.”

Snapping back to reality, I did what I was told. I knew what she would do with the wooden spoon. I used it to lightly spank her bottom in the past when she was naughty, but I haven’t spanked her in many years. Even then, I just gave her a few little taps over her clothes. She remembered, though and I was about to get some payback.

I returned to the living room. Miss held out her hand without a word and I gave her the wooden spoon. She smacked her palm a couple of times then pulled me over the arm of the sofa. My butt made a perfect target for her. I kept my legs together, hoping she’d let me have that bit of modesty.

“W ... why are you spanking me?” I asked meekly, “haven’t I been good?”

“I don’t need a reason to spank my Mommy, do I?”

She didn’t wait for an answer and gave me a few playful swats on my cheeks and thighs. They sounded worse than they felt. Then she started increasing the severity until she started to really hurt my already sore bottom. I shifted my weight from foot to foot as she switched from swatting my left cheek to my right and back.

“Go find something else,” she ordered.

I stood and went into the kitchen. I didn’t know what to do. She didn’t give me any specific instructions. Was the wooden too severe or not severe enough? I just wanted to make my daughter happy. I decided that I should find something more severe. I rummaged through the utensils. Nothing really seemed more severe. I grabbed a metal spatula and started back to the living room.

Then I had a thought. I came back into the kitchen and grabbed a few more items. I thought this would make Miss very happy.

I returned to the living room and placed the items on the coffee table. My cunny was quivering in anticipation of her reaction.

“Wow! I asked you for something else and you brought me four things,” she said, “I’ll use them all on you.”

There was the spatula, plus a baster, a wire whisp and a cooking brush. The wooden spoon was still there, too.

She picked up the spatula and slapped her palm a few times, “I bet this will feel good!” she said.

Then the baster, “Hmmmm ... I wonder where I should put this?” she said coyly, looking at me with a sexy look. I blushed.

“These are interesting,” she said, picking up the wire whisp and cooking brush with a confused look.

“I ... I thought you m ... might w ... ant to tickle me,” I stammered in reply, my pussy drooling.

“Ooooo! Maybe I do!” she replied clapping her hands and hopping in place, “You’re such a good Mommy!”

I was so happy that I pleased her.

“But still no cumming for you!” she continued.

“OK, I understand,” I replied disappointed.

Still wanting to please Miss, I got back into position over the arm of the sofa, without being asked. I expected to feel the spatula on my sore bottom.

“Spread your legs,” I was ordered, “more ... MORE!”

I felt the spatula on first my left, then my right thigh. Miss slapped them to get me to spread wider.

“Ow ... Ow ... Ow...” I cried as I spread my legs wide.

After a moment, I felt what I assumed was the baster rubbing my cunny lips.

“You like that?” Miss said with a sexy little voice I never knew she had.

“Mmmmmm ... Yes, Miss ... Mmmmmmm,” I answered.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

“Ahhhhh ... Mmmmmm ... Ahhh ... Mmmmmm” I cried and moaned.

Miss was rubbing the baster along my cunny lips while spanking me with the spatula. She got me on the edge in no time.

“P ... Please ... I...” I muttered.

She worked the baster over my clit and kept up the spanking with the spatula.

“I ... I’m gonna cum ... Please...” I wanted to cum so badly but didn’t want to cum without permission.

“Don’t you dare,” she replied, not letting up at all.

“Please, Miss ... Please ... I don’t ... I don’t want to ... I don’t want to disrespect ... AAAAAAHHHHH!”

In mid-sentence she pushed the baster up into my cunny and started fucking me with it.

“Oh ... Fuck me! Please fuck me harder!” I begged.

The swatting with the spatula stopped.

“Oooooo ... Here I cum...” I was ready to give in. One more pump of the baster and I was going to cum on it.

“Noooooo!” I cried as she pulled it out, “Please...”

“Naughty Mommy!” she said and laid into my butt with the spatula, “I said, no cumming for you!”

She gave me about ten hard, quick swats with the spatula and then stopped, leaving me panting there over the arm of the sofa.

“But I think I need to cum again,” she said, “time to break in the living room.”

While I struggled to get up off the arm of the sofa, Miss made her way over to the easy chair. She looked it over for a moment and then climbed up and knelt on the arms, her legs spread wide, facing the back of the chair. She inched back until her knees were at the ends of the arms, grabbed the back of the chair and arched her back to push her spread pussy out. Her lips and clit were dark and swollen.

I dripped looking at my daughter’s leud display. Two days ago, I would have been shocked and disappointed to see my daughter act so wantonly. But today, it made my own clit throb. I walked over and lightly stroked her cunny.

“Mmmmmmm...” she moaned, pushing her cunny back into my hand.

I thought about how many times she’d already cum today and wondered how she wasn’t already exhausted. I wished that I could cum just once.

“Mommy,” She purred, “I think I need my cunny spanked a little.”

I patted my fingers against her lips.

“Mmmmm ... a little harder...” she asked, “a little bit harder, I said!” she ordered.

I did what I was told, but I’m sure I wasn’t spanking hard enough to hurt her cunny. I certainly saw Miss take much more on Friday night and I’m sure she got more yesterday. The sound was a combination of hand slapping flesh with splashing of her cunny juices. Where did it all come from?

“Spank my clitty!” She wasn’t asking like a lover would ask her partner. She was ordering. Ordering her “slave? I felt cunt juice drip down my thighs to my knees.

I did what I was told and slapped my daughter’s fat clit.

“Ahhhh ... Ahhh ... Ahhh...” she moaned in response and rocked her hips in time with my slapping.

A thought crossed my mind. If she liked my hand slapping her engorged clit, then she’d love the wooden spoon! I stopped spanking her and teetered over to grab it.

“What the fuck?” she asked, turning her head to try to see why the spanking stopped her hips humping the air.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

“Oooooowoooo!” she squealed in response, pushing her pussy back as I tapped it with the spoon.

“You like that, Miss?” I whispered sexily.

“Mmm Hmmm...” she moaned.

I tapped her clit.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

“Mmmm ... Yes! ... Like that...” She cooed.

“Mommy’s gonna do whatever you say, Miss.”

“Mmmmmmm ... yes!”

“Mommy’s gonna make you cum ... hard ... as many times as you want...”

“Ahhhh...”

“Mommy’s gonna let you punish her.”

“YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!”

“I do ... yes, of course I do ... I’m such a naughty Mommy.”

I was stroking my clit as I tapped hers.

“Wait!” she said and hopped down from the arms of the chair.

She got on her back on the cushion, grabbed the backs of her knees pulled her legs back and open. Her knees were at the sides of her head and her soaking cunny with its engorged clit was spread and completely exposed.

“Spank my clit now,” she ordered, “make it cum!”

I knelt in front of my target and tapped the spoon on Miss’s clit.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

“Harder,” she ordered

TAP! TAP! TAP!

“Harder!”

TAP! TAP! TAP!

“Spank my fucking humiliating clitty HARDER I said!”

I was only using my wrist to slap her clit with the back of the spoon. It must have been hurting now. She wanted her most humiliating feature punished harder. I did what I was told.

“Ahhhhh ... Ahhhh...” she moaned after each slap.

I set into a rhythm of slapping. Miss started rocking from left to right, pulling her legs up higher and her hands toward her cunny. I wasn’t sure how she was still breathing; she was so contorted when her hands reached their goal, spread her cunny, and pulled her clit hood all the way back.

I slapped her completely exposed clit a little harder.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

“Yes! Yes!” she said after each slap, increasing the pace.

I couldn’t resist and started stroking my clit with my left hand as I slapped my daughter’s clit with the wooden spoon using my right.

“Miss, I need to cum!”

“NO!

“Please!”

“NO!”

“I ... I ... Mmmmmmmfffff...” I moaned with my mouth closed. I reached down somewhere and got the will to do what I was told. I pulled my hand away from my begging clit just before I went over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum!” Miss screamed and splashed my face and chest with a hot, thick squirt.

I kept up the slapping until Miss let go of her legs and let her feet fall to the floor. She was breathing heavily and kept her legs spread wide. I just leaned over her thigh, dropped the wooden spoon on the floor and tried to catch my breath. I was happy and proud that I didn’t cum.

Chapter 4

“You didn’t cum, did you?” Miss asked after some time.

“No, Miss,” I answered, “I wanted to, but I didn’t!”

“Good,” she said.

“Doooo ... you want to tell me about your shopping day now, Miss?” I asked.

“Not really,” she replied, “but I do want to tell you about Debbie and her Mom.”

She motioned me over to the sofa. She put her robe on and we sat together.

I’d met Debbie’s Mom at the games and cheerleader events. There wasn’t much to her. She dressed very conservatively and kept mostly to herself. I didn’t even remember her name. I always guessed that Debbie got her massive titties from her Dad’s side of the family, since her Mom had normal size titties.

“Oh? What about her? I can’t even remember her name.” I replied.

“Debbie calls her Randy. You wanna know why?” she giggled, then not waiting for me to answer. The mistress daughter was gone, and the teenage daughter was back, “‘cause she’s horny all the time and Randy means horny.”

“Oh!” I swallowed hard, not liking where this conversation was going. Was everyone in the web these naughty cheerleaders weave?

Miss blurted out her story barely taking a breath, “Debbie’s in charge of her, just like I’m in charge of you. She makes Randy wear metal panties that lock. She said it’s called a chastity belt. Then Debbie took it off and she let me spank Randy’s cunny. She was so horny she came while I spanked her, even though she wasn’t allowed...”

My brain had a hard time keeping up with my excited teen daughter’s story. The throbbing of my nipples and clit didn’t help. I knew why she wanted to tell me about this part of her day. Debbie was in charge of her submissive Mom and now Miss was in charge of hers ... Me!

She reached the end of her story.

“And so, I was thinking,” she paused.

“Thinking what, Miss?” I asked innocently, not liking where this was going at all.

“Maybe...” she continued, “you should wear a chastity belt.”

“Oh!” my clit throbbed.

“Not as punishment. You’ve been good so far. But to help you, so you won’t be tempted.”

“I ... I don’t know...”

“I saw you touching yourself while you were spanking my clitty. Are you sure you didn’t cum?”

“I ... I’m sure, Baby ... I wanted to, but I didn’t ... B ... because you said no.”

SLAP!

“Call me Miss, not Baby!” she said slapping my thigh, “I’m not a fucking baby anymore.”

“Y ... you’re certainly not ... I’m sorry, Miss.”

“I’m not sure you can control yourself while I’m not here.”

“I ... I can, Miss. I’ll be good. I promise.”

The teenager faded away, but this wasn’t the mistress I was talking to. She was sounding like ... like a Mom! She stroked the thigh that she just slapped.

“I think you want to be good. But I know what it’s like to want something so bad, but not be allowed. And then get punished for doing it anyway.”

With that I thought that I learned something about her day yesterday. Did she cum without permission?

I needed to change the direction of this conversation. My brain scrambled to think of the downside of this chastity belt idea. I didn’t know much about them, being the conservative mom I used to be. All that came into mind were some medieval bulky metal belts with big locks.

“I ... I don’t think I could wear the clothes Ms. Connor bought for me without a chastity belt showing.” I offered.

“Debbie’s Mom wears loose clothes ... Hmmm...” she replied, “Let’s say I don’t care if everyone sees it.”

“OH!” was all I could manage.

Oh my God! She wouldn’t ... She couldn’t make me walk around with everyone knowing I was in a chastity belt! Dressing like a total slut wasn’t enough? I thought about sitting out at a football game, watching the cheerleaders. Randy next to me in her conservative clothes, her horny pussy locked up. She looked like a conservative Mom. Nothing to see here. Then a picture of me popped into my head. My dress was so tight, my braless tits and nipples were on full display. It was so short my naked butt was on the bench. My hands were in my lap trying, but failing, to conceal the bulky chastity belt I had on. My heels so high that my thighs were off the bench, allowing those sitting below me a full view of my naked ass with the metal belt between my things.

My clit quivered.

“We’re just talking here,” she said, “relax. I don’t want you arrested.”

I was still talking to the Mom version of my daughter. I was the panicking teen girl, worried what my friends would think if I had the wrong sneakers on.

“Who would be here to cook for me and make me cum?” she giggled, giving me a glimpse of the teenager.

I giggled with her, but then continued to wrack my brain for more ways to shoot down the chastity belt idea.

“How would I wash myself with a chastity belt on?” I asked.

“Debbie unlocks her mom to wash,” Miss answered, “that sounds like work for me.”

“I know,” I said, seeing an opening, “who wants that?”

“And Randy was pretty stinky when Debbie unlocked her to be spanked.”

“Yes, you’d have to unlock me to wash, unlock me to spank me. It sounds like a lot of responsibility.”

“Like having a pet, or something ... Heehee ... A little PUSSY cat!”

We giggled together again.

“I don’t know. It sounds like fun to have your horny cunny locked up. Maybe we’ll try if sometime.”

Seeing that she may have talked herself out of it for now, I said, “Of course, it’s up to you, Miss.”

We hugged tightly. Me naked and her in her bathrobe on the sofa.

“Time to make me cum on Grandma’s dining room table.” She said matter-of-factly.

My dining room set has been in my family for generations. It belonged to my grandmother, who passed away when my daughter was 4 years old. I know that Miss has a few memories of her and her portrait hangs in the dining room at the head of the table.

I got a sick feeling in my stomach at the thought of servicing my daughter on that table. We hardly ever used the dining room. It was very formal. My best china was displayed in the cabinet that matched the table and chairs.

Miss pulled me in and over to the chair across Grandma’s picture. She pulled the chair out and had me sit. I cringed when my naked wet pussy contacted the fabric of the chair. It made me feel so incredibly naughty. I felt Grandma’s eyes looking at me.

Miss dropped her robe and climbed up onto the table.

“This is so naughty!” she giggled.

She laid on her back and pulled her knees back like she did on the sofa a few minutes ago.

“Time for your meal, Mommy,” she said, wiggling her pussy in front of me.

I glanced up at Grandma and told her silently that I was sorry. Then I started in on my daughter’s wet cunny.

I licked her up and down her cunny, sucked her clit and teased her asshole with my tongue. I was starting to learn that working her asshole really made her get off good, so I stuck my tongue up it and moved it in and out.

“Ooooooo ... that’s sooooo gooood...” Miss purred.

I pulled her to me so I could reach up and play with her completely flat chest. I rubbed my hands over her thick nipples and made circles over them with my palms.

In no time, she was moaning in orgasm and squirting her juices in my face for the umpteenth time that day. I thought that she must be getting exhausted. At least we had all the rooms of the house done now. Or did we?

My mind wondered a bit as she started to calm down. Will she make me make her cum in the garage? Of course, she would, I decided. It’s a room, isn’t it? We weren’t done.

We covered the den part of the basement on Friday night, but not the kitchen part. I needed to make her cum there, too. Was she going to make me do all this in one day? Every day?

Is the shed in the back yard a room? I wanted to make Miss happy. The shed is a room, and I would make her cum there, too.

I’d make her cum in the back yard too. She needed to cum everywhere. I had to keep from cumming myself thinking about making Miss cum in the front yard ... in broad daylight ... with the neighbors watching ... with me wearing a slut outfit and chastity belt showing.

Maybe I really did want the chastity belt? Need it?

We were both snapped back to reality by the sound of a key opening a lock and the front door opening.

“Honey! I’m home!” a shout came from the living room.

Ms. Connor barged in. She could see right into the dining room from the front door, which opened into the living room. She was dressed in her usual. Tight yoga pants, sports bra and cheerleader sneakers. All in powder blue today. She look gorgeous with her red hair flowing.

We were frozen in place. Me naked in Grandma’s dining room chair. Miss on her back with her legs spread on the table. Both our mouths wide open.

“Well don’t you two just look like a perfect little family?”

Chapter 5

After the shock passed, Miss hopped off the table. She grabbed her robe, started to put it on, but then realizing who just interrupted us, dropped it back to the floor. I just stood in my heels with my head down and my hands clasped in front of my horny cunny.

“By the way,” Ms. Connor said, “I helped myself to the spare key you keep hung in the kitchen.”

“C ... come in, Ms. Connor. So nice to s ... see you.” Miss said, snapping into submissive girl mode, “make yourself comfortable.”

She walked over to Ms. Connor and motioned her toward the living room sofa.

“I just wanted to check in and drop some stuff off,” she said, “but I see you’ve been making do with what you have.”

She saw the kitchen utensils on the coffee table. She picked up the wire whisp and looked at us with a sexy expression on her face.

“Oh! Mom picked those out for us,” Miss said. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

Ms. Connor walked to the open front door and called out to someone, “Bring the stuff in.”

“C ... can I get you anything,” Miss asked, “coffee? Anything?”

“I won’t be long,” she said, “What’s wrong with her?” she added, pointing at me.

“S ... she needs to cum,” Miss answered, “but I didn’t let her. That’s OK, right, Ms. Connor?”

“Of course, it’s OK. You’re in charge here,” she replied, “at least when I’m not here.”

I was still frozen in place with my eyes looking down at my feet.

“Sit for a minute,” Ms. Connor ordered.

I looked up and started toward the sofa.

“Not you! Just stand here and be quiet!” she pulled my by the elbow to stand in front of the sofa.

Miss sat naked on the sofa while I stood in front of her, motionless, looking down at my feet.

“Hi, Suzy, hee hee!” Giggles said, stumbling into the room, carrying a duffle bag.

I blushed, recalling my time in the sex shop with the submissive giggling girl.

Giggles dropped the heavy bag to the floor. I heard metal clanking. The sound made me look up.

Giggles was wearing a pink ... dress. It looked more like a tube top that started at her nipples and ended at her waist. She had pink heels on her feet and her legs were covered to mid-thigh by sheer, pink stockings. By the time I looked up, Giggles was adjusting the hem to cover her butt cheeks and girlish slit.

I almost said hi to the girl but remembered that Ms. Connor told me to be quiet.

“You must be Tissues! Hee hee,” Giggles said referring to my daughter, “I’m Giggles! Hee hee.”

“Oh! Giggles,” Miss replied, “Mommy told me all about you.”

Giggles closed the front door asking Ms. Connor what she should do with the bag. Ms. Connor instructed her to leave it where it was.

“You can look through that later,” Ms. Connor said to my daughter. She was twirling the wire whisp in her hands. “Did you use this on her yet?” she asked.

“N ... not yet,” Miss answered, “Mom got those out of the draw for me to use. But I only used the wooden spoon and spatula, so far. Oh! ... and the baster. I ... I fucked her with it.”

“Niiiice,” Ms. Connor replied.

Then she looked over at Giggles, “Well?”

“Oh! Hee hee hee, I always forget,” she giggled and pulled her dress up and over her head.

So, we were all naked for Ms. Connor. Just the way she likes it.

“Maybe I’ll just take a minute and give this a try,” Ms. Connor said.

She walked over to me and had me put my hands on my head and spread my legs wide. She ran the whisp over my cunny lips. I bit my lower lip and tried to stand still. I was so horny.

Then she brought it up to my swollen clit and twirled it between her palms. The wires of the whisp ran quickly over my clit, first one way, then the other. I was unsteady on my feet as I felt an orgasm approaching.

She squatted down in front of my cunny and put the wired end of the whisp against the opening of my cunny and twirled it there. Then she started to push it in.

“Bend your knees,” she ordered.

When I did, the whisp entered my horny cunny. Ms. Connor pushed the whisp all the way up my pussy, twirling it all the way. He twirled it deep inside for a while, before pulling it almost all the way out. She fucked me with it as she twirled it.

“I have to get one of these!” she said as she fucked me.

“P ... P ... Please ... let me cum!” I begged.

“She speaks!” Ms. Connor replied, pulling the whisp rudely out of my cunny. She stood and dropped it back onto the coffee table.

Miss was rocking her foot back and forth, squeezing her thighs on her clit. Giggles just giggled.

“Wow, Ms. Connor, hee hee hee, Tissues really has No titties!” Giggles said.

Ms. Connor grabbed Miss by the hand and dragged her to her feet. She pulled my daughter’s hands over her head, stretching her out.

“You want to play?” Ms. Connor asked Giggles.

“Hee hee hee, I sure do, hee hee,” Giggles said and went about feeling up my daughter’s long, thick nipples.

I was close to cumming from the whisp, and watching my daughter getting humiliated by the submissive Giggles kept me on the edge. I stood straight and rocked my thighs back and forth over my clit.

“Hee hee, there’s no tit-flesh here at all. Just nipples. She’s like a little girl with big-girl nipples!”

Miss moaned in her humiliation.

Giggles moved her hands down and between Miss’s legs.

“Wow ... hee hee ... what a clitty! Hee hee,” Giggles giggled as she massaged my daughter’s massive clit.

I hadn’t seen my daughter in this state since Friday night. She was in a humiliation-induced daze, humping back against Giggles’ hand.

Ms. Connor let go of my daughter’s hands. She nearly fell to the floor.

“That’s enough,” she said, “you two, sit!”

Giggles hopped onto the sofa. Miss gathered herself and joined her.

“What’s been going on here all day?” Ms. Connor asked.

Miss filled her in. Ms. Connor nodded and seemed generally pleased. Then she took a tablet out of her handbag, propped it on the coffee table and brought up a picture.

“I just thought I’d show you these. They’re some shots I captured from the videos we have of you two.”

She started to flip through pictures on her tablet. My heart sunk as scene after scene from my basement came up. They apparently set a camera up without us knowing about it.

Then pics from the shoe store came up. When a few pics from the storeroom flashed up, Miss shot me a look that said, ‘you’re in trouble now.’ I regretted not telling her about that now. There was even a close up where they zoomed in on my clit humping Tommy’s little dicky.

Some scenes from her day popped up too. I was shocked to see my daughter naked in a clothing store, strapped to a gynecologist’s table and humping a stripper pole!

The pictures were selected and edited carefully, I noticed. They made it look like I was the only adult engaged in sex acts with these underage teens. If the police got their hands on these, I’d be locked up for a very long time.

“Just in case you were thinking about ... anything!” Ms. Connor said when the last picture was shown, “You! Let’s go!” she ordered Giggles.

Giggles got up and headed toward the door. She opened it and held it open for Ms. Connor.

“You’re such a fucking ditz!” Ms. Connor said.

Giggles looked down, saw that she was still naked and slammed the door shut.

“Hee hee hee ... I always do that,” she giggled.

Ms. Connor grabbed the wooden spoon and gave Giggles a few swats on her bald, girlish slit.

“Ouch! Hee hee ... Ouch! Hee hee...” She even giggled while getting punished.

When Ms. Connor stopped, Giggles found her tube dress, wiggled into it, and went back to open the door.

Ms. Connor left without a word.

“Uh ... Bye Suzie! Bye Tissues! Nice meeting you,” Giggles said and ran out to catch up with Ms. Connor.

“You lied to me!” Miss screamed as soon as the door closed.

“Miss ... I...” I tried to answer, but she shut me up.

“I don’t want to hear anything from you. I’m so FUCKING mad!”

I returned to the position I was in when Ms. Connor arrived. I stood on my heels facing Miss, knees touching, hands clasped in front of my cunny.

“Go outside and pee like a slut and then get in your room!”

I did what I was told and went out the back door. I came back in and Miss was sitting on the sofa with her back turned toward me. I decided not to say anything and just do what I was told.

When I got to my room, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it. Our day was going so well, Miss was so pleased. I went and spoiled it by taking advantage and trying to hide the truth from her.

I wanted to go down, give her a hug and reassure her that I was hers. Hers to do whatever she wanted with. I would be her Mom. Her maid. Her slut. Her whore. Her slave. Anything to please her. But, I didn’t dare disobey her and leave my room.

I fell onto my bed, buried my face in my pillow and cried myself to sleep.

Chapter 6

 

I woke with a start. I was on top of my bed, face down in my pillow. Other than my heels, I was naked. I looked over at my alarm clock. It was early in the evening and I’d been asleep about an hour.

I didn’t feel rested after my short nap. I felt disappointed in myself. How could I have been so stupid? What could I possibly do now to make up for it?

Obey. Tell the truth. Those were the two obvious things. But it would take time for those to calm my daughter’s wrath. She was so angry.

I was glad that she sent me to my room and didn’t just punish me while she was so enraged. I shuddered to think of what she might have done – how harshly she could have punished me. Maybe with some time to clam down and think, she’d find a reason to show some mercy. Or would she just have time to think of more punishments?

Whatever she decided, I knew that I deserved it. This was all my fault right from the beginning. Why did I lie to her? She didn’t deserve that after all she’d been through since Friday night. We could have had a good mother-daughter day – a good mistress-slave day. But I spoiled it.

I sat on the edge of my bed. I didn’t dare kick my heels off. Miss wanted me to wear them, and I would obey her.

“Oh my God, the pictures!” I said out loud, putting my face in my hands. How would I possibly survive in prison? I pushed that thought out of my mind.

The nap did accomplish one thing. I wasn’t nearly as horny as I’d been before. I still needed to cum, but I wasn’t on the edge.

I thought about all the orgasms I’d given Miss today, too many to count. She deserved them. She was so happy being in charge of me and I ruined it. There were still rooms in the house that she didn’t cum in yet. I was supposed to make her cum in every room and I promised myself that I would, as long as that was still what Miss wanted.

“That’s it!” I said as a thought popped into my head.

I would help her. Being in charge of me made her horny, so I would help her dominate me. Punishing me made her horny, so I would teach her how best to punish me. Denying me orgasm made her horny, so I would show her what made me horniest. I’d make sure that she knew how to bring me right to the edge of cumming and wait until the last possible moment before telling her to stop.

Could I control myself when she’s not home or would I break down and masturbate like a wonton slut? I’m sure she feels that she can’t trust me now. I’m not sure I trusted myself. Maybe a chastity belt was a good idea. The thought of it had my arousal growing.

I walked over to my closet. Flipping through the stripper clothes I’d be wearing. They were all so tight and short. There was not one dress in there that would conceal a chastity belt, nor would the tight stretch pants. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe I needed the whole world to know what a horny mess I’d become. Maybe that would help me help Miss.

I went back to sit on the bed.

My mind shifted to Ms. Connor’s visit. I thought about how submissive Miss became around her. She was so humiliated when Giggles was allowed to play with her embarrassing flat chest, huge nipples and swollen clit. This was a contradiction. On one hand, she was horny dominating me. On the other, she was horny being dominated.

Or was that really the other hand? I thought it over.

No. It’s not being dominated. It’s being humiliated. She did everything to hide her embarrassing flat chest from the world. We had many talks with me consoling her, trying to convince her that her breasts would come eventually. Now that I’ve seen her naked, I thought otherwise. Would they ever grow?

I thought back to Friday night. In the throws of her powerful first orgasms, she begged to have her secrets exposed to the world.

I tried to convince myself that I didn’t want her treated this way. But I remembered how horny I was watching her humiliation. How hard I came. I couldn’t deny it. I wanted her exposed and humiliated. If that’s what Miss needs, then I would help her.

I started to think of ways that I could get her naked in front of people. It sounded impossible without us being arrested, but Ms. Connor managed to expose me plenty yesterday. Neither one of us is in jail right now.

Maybe Miss needed a big squirt cum while being exposed. That would humiliate her plenty.

That thought got my clit throbbing.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Miss’s footsteps coming up the stairs and walking toward my room.

I straightened up. I knew punishment was coming, but I convinced myself that this was the first step toward healing.

Miss pushed open the door and strode toward where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. She was naked!

“Miss ... I...” I tried to start apologizing.

She pushed me down onto the bed by my shoulder and climbed on top of me. Before I knew it, she had straddled my head and pressed her soaking wet cunny down on my face.

“Lick it! ... Just shut up and fucking lick it!” she said and ground her clit over my nose and mouth.

I stuck my tongue out and licked. I wanted to please her so very badly. If she was pleased with me, maybe she won’t punish me.

Remembering how hard she orgasmed when her anus was stimulated, I reached around and wiggled my middle finger up her tight asshole. She pushed her butt out to meet my finger, which moved her giant clit over my mouth. I sucked it in and massaged it with my tongue and lips.

“Oh! That feels so fucking good! More in my asshole! MORE!!” She screamed.

I worked a second finger into my daughter’s asshole, and she squirmed to get them in deep.

“MORE!! Fuck my naughty asshole!!” She begged.

I got the tip of a third finger in her asshole and she erupted. I felt her squirt hit my chin as I sucked her clit. She rocked back and forth on my face until the waves of her orgasm faded. Then she rolled off me onto my bed, trying to catch her breath.

After a few minutes, she rolled over and sat on the end of the bed next to me. I pulled myself up to join her.

“Miss ... I ... I’m sorry...” I started to apologize.

“Don’t even,” she said, “You lied. You can’t change that now. I’m disappointed and I don’t want to discuss it right now.”

“OK, Miss. Let me make you a nice dinner.” I started to stand.

“I ordered pizza. It should be here soon.”

“Oh! What a nice idea. Thank you, Miss.”

She reached and pulled my hand into her lap and held it there.

“We have a lot to talk about, but not now” she said, “Go put my robe on so you can answer the door when the pizza comes. It’s in the living room.”

“Yes, Miss,” I said.

I went down the stairs in my heels and sat on the sofa. My daughter came down a minute later. She was still naked.

“Stand up,” she ordered.

“Yes, Miss,” I answered and stood for her.

She untied the belt and pulled it out of the belt loops.

“M ... Miss?” I asked, wondering where she was going with this.

“Shush! let’s have some fun with the pizza guy,” she said, “hold it closed until he opens the door.”

My clit twitched and my nipples stiffened.

“Whatever happens, don’t touch the robe once you open the door,” she ordered, “I paid for the pizza with your credit card, so all you have to do is grab the box from him.”

DING DONG!

The bell rang. Miss ran to the door. I was confused. I thought she wanted me to answer it. Besides, she was still naked!

She waved me over to the door. I walked over and started to open the door. Miss stood behind it, out of sight of whoever was on our stoop. She motioned me to open the door. I wanted very much to please her, so I let go of the robe and reached for the doorknob.

The robe fell open. My pussy was exposed, but my hard nipples held the robe in place. I took a deep breath and pulled the door open and stepped into the open doorway.

A gust of wind blew and the robe flew completely open and partway down my arms. My first instinct was to cover myself, but I resisted.

“Whoa!” the pizza guy said, looking my body up and down. He was frozen in place. The pizza was still in the warmer and he just held it there, staring.

“Is ... Is that our pizza?” I stammered. I could feel myself blushing as I shifted my weight from foot to foot.

“Uh ... Uhhh ... yea...” he snapped back to reality and fumbled to remove the pizza box from the warmer. His eyes never left my body. I could feel his eyes on my nipples and bald cunny.

When he finally got the box out of the warmer, I reached to take it from him. The robe was down around my elbows and I fumbled a bit.

An evil thought popped into my mind in that moment. I let the robe slip completely off.

“I’m useless in these heels and I don’t want to spoil the pizza,” I said, “will you put it on the kitchen table for me? This way.”

I turned and walked toward the kitchen, shaking my naked ass for the young man. I was thinking about my naked daughter behind the door and I could feel the juices making my thighs slippery.

I looked over my shoulder to see him pull the front door closed and follow me. His eyes were glued to my naked ass and he never noticed my naked daughter scamper for cover behind the easy chair.

He put the pizza box down on the kitchen table and turned to face me, still stunned.

“I think I paid by credit card, correct?” I asked.

“Uhh ... yes ... yes you did,” he stammered while his eyes were glued to my pussy.

An awkward moment passed as he didn’t move.

“Is there anything else?” I asked.

“Uhhh ... h ... how about a blow job?” He asked.

I glanced over to see Miss behind the easy chair, where the pizza guy couldn’t see her, but I could. She was shaking her head. Her hands covered her mouth to keep the guy from hearing her laughing.

“I think you should leave, now, young man.”

“OK,” he said as he lowered his head and went out the door.

I followed close behind him and made sure to quickly lock both locks.

I turned with my back to the door and slid down until I was sitting there, laughing. Miss ran out from behind the sofa to join me.

We calmed down after a minute.

“Let’s eat,” she said.

We went into the kitchen and ate the pizza, laughing as we talked about the look on the pizza guy’s face.

“I bet he’s back in the pizza store telling everyone about the hot naked MILF who answered the door,” Miss said.

“MILF? What’s that?” I asked.

“O ... M ... G ... Mom, you’re so lame!” She replied, “M ... I ... L ... F ... Mother I’d Like to Fuck!” She busted out laughing.

“Oh! I never...” I laughed with her. “Well, he didn’t ask to fuck me, just for a blow job!”

“Would you really give him a blow job?” Miss asked.

“You told me not to,” I replied, changing the mood from laughter to dead seriousness, “but I would have if you were nodding yes instead of shaking your head no.”

“Really?” she asked, a bit stunned by my reply.

“I ... I’m going to obey you from now on.” I replied.

Chapter 7

We finished our pizza and I started cleaning everything up. I struck up a conversation while I cleaned.

“So, when you came up to my room earlier, I was expecting to be punished,” I said.

“I wanted to punish you at first,” she answered, “but Ms. Connor called to see if we opened the bag she left. I had forgotten all about it.”

I had forgotten about that bag myself. I cringed remembering the sound of the duffle bag made when Giggles dropped it on the floor. I also realized that the bag was nowhere to be seen.

Miss explained she and Ms. Connor spoke for a while. She didn’t give up many details, but she said that they spoke about how she was feeling about being in charge. Ms. Connor had gotten the details of Miss’s shopping spree – details that I still didn’t have other than the few pictures I saw – and she was particularly interested in how my daughter felt at the time things were happening and, also how she felt thinking about things after.

“She said that I have a lot to experience and learn before my place gets sorted out,” Miss explained.

“I think we both do,” I replied, thinking about my own experiences.

“The conversation just got me so horny. I needed to cum really bad.”

“I know how you feel.”

“Sucks for you!” she said laughing.

I finished cleaning up the kitchen and we went to the living room. We sat together, holding hands on the sofa.

“Miss, may I ask you something?” I said.

“You can ask anything,” she answered, “but I don’t have to answer.”

“Of course. Yesterday ... D ... did any man ... you know ... did you?” I stammered. I had very few conversations with her about boys and all, other than telling her not to.

“No!” She shot back, “Debbie let a man touch me, her neighbor. But that’s it.”

“Oh! Thank Goodness!”

Was I actually happy that an adult man touched my daughter? So much had changed in the last couple of days. I decided that I’d let it go. I didn’t recall seeing any men in the pictures Ms. Connor showed us. I guess there was no camera around to record that.

“I haven’t even kissed a boy, yet.” She admitted, blushing.

“Well, we could call the pizza guy back...” I said, joking.

“No!” she cried, “If you do, I’ll make you give him a blow job!”

We had a good laugh. In the back of my mind, I thought about how many years it had been since I’d been with a man, myself. Tommy’s little dicky certainly didn’t count. I think it was too small to get inside me at all, anyway. Poor boy. He’s young, though. It will grow ... I hope.

Maybe I SHOULD call the pizza guy. That would be easy. No, not him. But the thought of a real dick pounding my newly awakened cunny had me all wet and tingly.

But ... Miss ... She’s in charge. I’d need her permission, of course. How could I even ask her that? Thinking about it only made my arousal stronger.

I wanted to take the initiative to get back on Miss’s good side. The stunt with the pizza guy was a good start, but that’s all it was. I had a long way to go to regain her trust and I knew that she would still punish me for lying. Ms. Connor’s bag of tricks was around here somewhere!

“Are we going to finish our orgasm trip around the house tonight?” I asked.

“Oh!” she was surprised at my question, and blushed, “OK!”

“What’s next? Kitchen downstairs?”

“No!” she said quickly, “not yet.”

Hmmm ... What was that about? I didn’t push it.

“What about the bathroom down here?” I asked.

We hardly ever use it, reserving it for guests. Also, if we don’t use it, we don’t have to clean it. It’s really small, just a toilet and sink.

“OK!” she replied jumping up off the sofa.

I followed her to the bathroom. There’s barely enough room for one person in there. I was wondering how we would do this.

She pulled me in by both hands and our naked bodies touched. She guided my right hand to her chest and my left to her cunny. I squeezed her nipple and rubbed her throbbing clit and swollen cunny lips between my fingers.

She moaned, reaching one hand up to massage my tit and squeeze my nipple and the other around to massage my butt.

I’m a few inches taller than Miss and with the heels, I towered over her. It didn’t feel right. I grabbed her under her armpits and lifted her up onto the toilet. Now she was a couple of inches taller than me. Much better! Our hands returned to stimulating each other.

This was much different than all the other situations of the day so far. This was much more loving. Mother and daughter making each other feel good.

With her above me, I was able to spread my legs a bit and rub my clit on her thigh. She felt my advance and pushed her thigh in to me.

“Ahhhhh ... Mmmmmm...” I moaned.

“Remember,” she whispered, “no cumming.”

As she said that she started to rub a finger between my butt cheeks.

“I ... I know, Miss,” I replied.

I looked up into her eyes and she looked down into mine and we kissed. Our tongues met and we explored each other.

“Do it slow,” she asked, “I want to cum slow this time.”

I nodded and went back to kissing her.

I found the right rhythm and pressure to hump her thigh and keep myself right on the edge of cumming, but not letting myself go over the edge. I rubbed her cunny with the same, slow rhythm. We moaned into each other’s mouths.

The tip of her finger found it’s target and entered my asshole.

“AH! AH! AH!” I moaned. I had to stop humping her thigh to stop from cumming, but I didn’t stop rubbing her. My middle finger entered her soaking wet cunny and I slowly finger fucked her, keeping up the stimulation of her huge clit.

“Good girl,” she whispered, “it’s so good like this. I’m gonna ... gonna ... CUM!!”

I felt her cunny throbbing on my finger, but no squirt erupted. She moaned as wave after wave overtook her.

“Don’t stop! I’m still cumming!” she ordered, and I obeyed. I kept up the slow steady rhythm as she humped my hand as the waves kept coming over her.

I wrapped my arm around her back to steady her as she had orgasm after orgasm. She had more orgasms in one day than I had over the in years, and yet she was still cumming.

Finally, she stopped humping my hand as her orgasms subsided. She fell into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I backed out of the tiny bathroom holding her by her butt. We barely fit through the door.

Unsteady on my heels, I went over to the sofa and sat, with her on top of me. We hugged each other on the sofa for a while.

“That was amazing,” she said after a few minutes, “so different.”

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you, too,” she said, hugging me tighter, “that doesn’t mean you’re not getting punished for lying to me. You know that, right?”

I squeezed her tighter, “Of course. I deserve to be punished. I ... I’m sorry I lied to you.”

“Don’t move,” she ordered, hopping off my lap.

She skipped to the basement door and disappeared down the stairs.

She skipped back up a minute later, holding something behind her back. She stopped in front of me.

“Give me your hands,” she said.

I looked up into her eyes, knowing that it was time for my punishment. I obeyed and held my hands out in front of me.

She revealed a pair of padded handcuffs from behind her back, holding them in front of my face for a moment. She fumbled with them a bit as she attached one, then the other, to my wrists. I sensed that she didn’t want to hurt me with them since she didn’t tighten them too much.

I sensed another opportunity to help her and get on her good side.

“I ... think you may be able to make these a little tighter, don’t you?” I offered.

She didn’t answer but tightened them a couple of clicks more. They were tighter, but still not hurting at all.

“I think maybe one more click each will be perfect,” I said.

That took it a bit too far.

“Oh?” she said and tightened them two clicks more each. “Better?”

They were tight, but since they were padded cuffs, they weren’t hurting too much.

“Oh!” I answered, “yes, that’s perfect now.”

“Up!” she ordered, grabbing me by the hands and pulling me up off the sofa.

She was still naked, and I noticed that her nipples were swollen. Apparently, this was turning her on. I was happy for her. It was turning me on too.

She led me over to the basement steps and helped me down as I was unsteady in my heels. We descended step by step. I couldn’t help but recall my descent down to the dungeon under Ms. Connor’s shop. My mind was a blur. I didn’t know what to expect in Ms. Connor’s dungeon, but I was even more apprehensive descending into my own basement.

We got to the bottom of the stairs and made the left turn into the den side of the basement. I recalled the events that occurred in that room two nights ago and my pussy throbbed.

Miss had emptied Ms. Connor’s bag and I noticed more cuffs, the spreader bar, several spanking implements. I also saw dildos and vibrators which made my clit tingle. Then I saw the feathers and tickling implements. I was going to be tickled!

I wished in that moment that Miss had let me go outside to pee before coming down the stairs.

Chapter 8

Miss led me over to one of the columns in the room.

“Take your heels off,” she ordered.

I was happy to comply. But walking in my bare feet felt a little odd after spending the day in platform pumps.

“Ms. Connor gave me some hints. She said that since I’m new at this, we have to be careful. You have to tell me if I tie you up and hurt your back or shoulders or anything,” she said.

“I will, Miss. Thank you.” I replied.

She had me stretch my arms up over my head. She had to pull a chair over to stand on to reach up and attach the cuffs. I was stretched out, but still able to keep my feet flat on the floor.

“OK?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss, so far. Thank you, Miss,” I said.

She stepped in front of me, still naked. Her body was so girlish. It made her long nipples, swollen cunny lips and thick clit stand out. I could tell that despite all the orgasms I’d given her, she was very horny. Her thighs were shiny with her juices half-way down her thighs.

“You lied to me,” she scolded.

“I ... I know, Miss ... I’m sooo sorry...” I pleaded.

“Don’t say anything! Just listen.”

I stopped talking. My clit throbbed at being scolded by my daughter.

“You lied to me,” she started over, “You had the chance to tell me everything and you left out the part about what happened in back of the shoe store. I don’t know why you left that out, but it doesn’t matter. I’m very disappointed in you.”

My heart sunk when she said that. I remembered when my mother or father said that and how badly it made me feel then.

She continued, “First, you will tell me exactly what happened. Don’t leave anything out.”

I recounted everything that happened in the storeroom. I tried to remember everything and give her all the details. She just stood and listened with a blank look on her face. I blushed as I told her how I had multiple orgasms on Tommy’s tiny dicky while he ejaculated onto my clit. I ended by telling her that Ms. Connor made me give Ms. Chelsea my phone number and that Ms. Chelsea wanted to punish my daughter’s big clit.

“Are you sure that’s everything?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss. I promise.” I replied, hoping that I hadn’t accidentally left anything out.

“OK. I’m gonna tickle you now.” she said, walking over to the pile of supplies.

She put on rubber gloves and walked over carrying a tube of some kind of cream. She squeezed a generous amount onto the gloves and started rubbing the cream all over me.

“Ms. Connor said this will make your skin more tickly, hee hee.” She giggled.

I didn’t feel any different as she applied the cream. She made sure to cover my body completely, including my tits, nipples and cunny. When she was done, she picked up a small plastic bottle.

“We have something special for your butthole, turn around and face the pole and spread your legs,” she ordered.

I did what I was told and felt her use one hand to spread my butt cheeks.

“Itching powder!” She laughed and I felt a few puffs of air on and around my asshole.

I didn’t feel anything right away, but then it hit me.

“OH!” I gasped as the itching started. Miss guided me back around to face her as I clenched my cheeks to try to scratch the intense itching.

Miss didn’t waste any time. She pulled off the gloves and started running her fingers over my belly and up into my arm pits.

“Oh God! No! Heee haaa. I’m so ticklish ... ish ... ish ... haaa haaa!” I started laughing uncontrollably.

She used her fingers all over my body. She even picked up my feet and ran her fingers over the soles and under my toes. The whole time, the itching powder did its work. All my squirming around worked it into my asshole good. No matter what I did, I couldn’t scratch the itch.

The cream she applied did its magic too. I felt more ticklish than I did on Friday night. I screamed in laughter as my daughter tickled me relentlessly.

The tickling stopped suddenly, though the itching in my asshole was constant. I tried to catch my breath.

Miss stepped over to the supplies and returned with two pointy feathers.

She just looked at me for a minute, then asked, “Is your butthole itchy?”

I wiggled my hips and clenched my cheeks trying to scratch the itch. “Oh my God! It’s so itchy! Please, wash it off.” I replied.

“No way! I like the way it makes you wiggle. Hee hee.”

She reached up and started using the feathers on my tits. She started on the undersides and slowly made circles getting closer and closer to my nipples. The cream made my skin more sensitive to the feathers. I screamed in laughter when they finally reached my sensitive nipples.

“Ahhhhh! Heee heee heee ... haaa haaa haaa!”

She tickled my nipples until they were more swollen than I’d ever felt them. I thought they might burst.

She kept up the tickling assault while the powder relentlessly attacked my asshole. She used different implements and experimented to see which ones tickled which places most. The only thing she didn’t tickle was my cunny. Yet, I knew that was coming at some point. I didn’t have to wait long.

She stopped tickling and let me catch my breath for a minute.

“I gonna tickle your cunny now,” she said, “DON’T cum! And DON’T pee on me. Now spread your legs.”

I didn’t want to, but I remembered my promise to myself that I would do anything to help Miss. I spread my legs as wide as I could while keeping my toes on the floor. My horny pussy was completely exposed to her.

“I’m ready for you, Miss,” I said.

She grabbed two puffy feathers and ran them over my mound and all over my horny cunny. The cream kicked in and I was a laughing mess in no time.

She switched to a Q-tip and used it to tickle my quivering clit. The itching in my asshole seemed to fire my clit up and it swelled bigger than ever.

When she switched to an electric toothbrush on my clit, I had to try to stop her. “P ... p ... please, Miss ... I’m gonna cum!”

She stopped immediately.

“Good girl!” she said and gave me a moment to clam down before applying the toothbrush again.

She brought me to the edge a few times and each time I was able to stop her before I went over the edge. The last time I lasted only about a second. I was so close to cumming.

She tried every single implement on my cunny and clit. None of them brought me close to cumming like the toothbrush. When she had her fill of tickling my cunny she stopped again. I was a sweaty mess, barely able to catch my breath.

“Is the itching powder wearing off?” she asked.

I tried to focus on the sensation in my asshole while still trying to catch my breath. It did feel a little less itchy down there. Maybe sweat was washing it off. I told the truth, hoping that my tickle torture would end when the powder wore off.

“Yes, Miss, I think so,” I told her.

“OK,” she said matter-of-factly.

Miss stepped up on the chair and released the cuffs, letting my arms down. I nearly fell over, and she helped me to the sofa, still cuffed. I flopped down and assumed the fetal position. I was relieved. Not only because the torture had ended, but because I made it through without cumming or peeing.

After a few minutes, she pulled me off the sofa. She had me lie on my back on the floor and proceeded to secure me with my arms over my head and the spreader bar attached to my ankles. She pulled the bar over my head and attached it to the same column that my wrists were attached to. The effect was to elevate my butt off the floor. My pussy and asshole were completely exposed.

She rubbed more tickle cream into my feet and tickled them with her fingers and all the implements. She ticked the soles. She tickled the balls of my feet. She tickled under and between my toes. I howled in laughter, the cream making the tickle nerves in my feet so much more ticklish.

She put another pair of gloves on and grabbed the bottle of itching powder.

“No! Please ... No more ... it’s so bad...” I begged.

She didn’t hesitate and I felt those familiar puffs of air on my asshole. Spread as it was, I felt the powder hit the inner most crevices of my already tortured asshole.

“Ms. Connor said I shouldn’t use this on your cunny,” she said, pulling her gloves off.

I thanked Ms. Connor in my head as the itch hit me. In this position, I couldn’t even rub my cheeks together to try to scratch the itch. All I could do was clench my sphincter, which did nothing more than work the powder deeper into my asshole.

“Look!” Miss giggled, pointing at my asshole, “It’s winking at me! I wonder what would happen if I tickled your butthole with a feather now.”

“Oh my God! Oh my God! No! Please! It itches so much already!” I pleaded to no avail.

A few seconds later, two pointy feathers were circling around my itchy asshole, making their way toward the center.

“Tickle tickle tickle!” Miss teased.

She dropped one of the feathers and used her fingers to spread my asshole even wider. She used the other pointy feather to tickle the center-most crevice of my asshole. My entire existence was focused on that one point of my body. The relentless tickling and itching were overwhelming. My body did the only thing it had available to extinguish the itch.

“PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!” My asshole erupted in a long loud fart!

Miss fell back onto the floor, shocked for a second. Then she immediately broke out laughing. I just laid there (I was tied of course) and tried to regain my composure. The itch was scratched for a few seconds, but then returned.

“PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!” My asshole erupted again.

They weren’t the worst smelling farts ever, but they were pretty bad.

Miss got up, still laughing, and started waving her hands in the air, trying to dissipate the odor. I was just relieved that I hadn’t pooped myself. One shred of dignity remained.

“Oh My God, Mom,” she said through her laughing, “that’s disgusting. I’ll untie you so you can go to the bathroom before you poop on the floor!”

She quickly untied me and allowed me to use the downstairs bathroom. When I was done, I didn’t want to leave the bathroom. I was so humiliated. Not just because I farted like that, but because my daughter was waiting for me to finish pooping.

I washed up and left the bathroom, totally humiliated.

“Don’t worry,” Miss said, “that ends the tickling for today!”

“I’m sorry, Miss,” was all I could say.

“Get over to the column, time for your tittie punishment.”

I lowered my head and did what I was told. Miss cuffed my hands above my head again. My tits were ready to be punished.

Miss started by pinching my nipples harder and harder until I screamed. Then she grabbed a flogger and strapped them. She flogged my tits up, down, side to side and diagonally. My nipples were burning when she used the riding crop to punish them.

She picked up a cane and slapped in in her palm a few times.

“Please, Miss,” I begged, “they already hurt so much.”

As much as I wanted to obey and help my daughter, I wasn’t sure I could take the cane on my tits after everything else.

She measured me with the cane from different angles, trying to decide how to swat them.

SWAT!

The cane came down on my right tit, just above the nipple.

SWAT!

A swat on the same tit, just below the nipple this time.

She repeated the two swats on my left tit.

I managed to keep from screaming. Until...

SWAT!

My right nipple burned like it was on fire as the cane swatted across it.

“Ahhhhh ... Ahhhh ... Ahhhh...” I screamed.

My left nipple got its turn, and I screamed some more.

Miss gave me a minute before she ordered me to turn around. I obeyed and waited for whatever she had planned for my butt.

She grabbed a leather paddle that was shaped like a ping pong paddle, and swatted my butt cheeks. It made a loud sound but didn’t hurt too much. Seeing that the paddle wasn’t hurting me much, she switched to a wooden paddle that had holes drilled in it. It looked like one you’d see in frat house comedy movie. I wasn’t laughing.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

She laid into my butt with the wooden paddle. First from my right side, then my left. She gave me a few on the backs of my thighs that really stung.

I was crying and pleading for her to stop by that point.

She stopped with the paddle, only to pick up the cane. She weighed it in her hands, dropped it and picked up the thicker cane.

SWAT! SWAT!

Two quick ones to my butt cheeks had me screaming. I could feel the difference from the lighter cane.

She gave me ten to my butt cheeks and backs of my thighs. Then ordered me to turn around. She gave me two swats on the front of each of my thighs.

Miss left me hanging there until I calmed down a bit. I was still sobbing when she let my arms down but kept me cuffed. I knew I wasn’t done.

“No ... please...” I begged, knowing what was to come.

She didn’t answer. She proceeded to secure me in the same position I was in for my asshole tickling. Only this time, she had me lying on top of the ottoman. That put her target higher up and easier for her to attack. She also added clamps to my tortured nipples. She looked over at me as she held the toothed ones in her hands. Thank goodness she dropped them and used the smooth clamps on me instead.

She started with the crop, lightly at first, but then harder and harder. She slapped my cunny and clit until they started to sting. She went to the supplies and dropped the crop. I wasn’t expecting to see what she came back to me with – a butt plug and tube of lube.

Miss rubbed some lube on my asshole and pushed her finger in a bit. Then she lubed the plug. She put the tip of the plug against my asshole. The only thought that popped into my mind was my ex-husband saying, “push like you’re going to poop,” before my first time with anal sex. I pushed myself open as Miss quickly shoved the plug all the way in.

“AAHHHHH!” I screamed.

It was, by far, the largest thing that was ever up my ass. My sphincter snapped closed after the widest part of the plug passed. There was no way my daughter would think of something like this on her own. Ms. Connor must have carefully coached her.

Miss grabbed the flogger and swatted my pussy and clit. Some of the swats hit the base of the plug, making me squeal. As much as it hurt, I was approaching an orgasm. What had happened to me? How could being treated like this by my daughter possibly make me horny? But I couldn’t deny it.

I lost count of the swats before she dropped the crop and grabbed the base of the plug. She started to pull it out which brought me right to the edge of an orgasm.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” I screamed, “It’ll make me cum.”

Miss paused for a moment. “Don’t you dare, if you know what’s good for you,” she warned.

Then she continued to slowly pull the plug out. I nearly erupted in orgasm when the widest part passed my sphincter. I don’t know how I didn’t cum, but somehow, I managed.

Miss let me breathe for a couple of minutes before she walked up next to me. She leaned in with her face close to mine.

“Almost done,” she whispered, “only five more spanks.”

“Please...” was all I could say. I knew where those five were going to land. Was I begging for mercy or begging for five hard swats on my pussy and asshole?

“Don’t ever lie to me again,” she whispered an inch away from my ear.

I thought I’d get the cane, but Miss grabbed what looked like a rubber paddle. She held it up by the handle and the spanking part flopped over. It was about two or three inched wide at its base and tapered down to a point.

The second thing that surprised me was that instead of taking a position between my legs, Miss climbed up and straddled my head, facing my pussy.

“Lick it!” she ordered and sat down on my face. I obeyed and stuck my tongue inside her sopping wet cunny.

SWAT!

The tip of the rubber paddle struck my pussy lips.

“MMMmffff!” I screamed into my daughter’s pussy.

She started humping my face and my tongue went from her cunny to her clit, back in her cunny and then over her asshole and back again.

SWAT!

Another swat on my pussy lips.

“Wait. That one doesn’t count! I missed,” She said.

I don’t know what she was aiming for, but my cunny certainly didn’t think she missed. I couldn’t protest, though, given the dripping wet pussy that was covering my mouth.

SWAT!

Now I knew what she was aiming for as the paddle tip struck me square on the clit. I screamed into my daughter’s pussy again.

“That’s better,” Miss said.

SWAT!

A second swat punished my engorged clit. I felt an orgasm building again.

SWAT! SWAT!

Two quick swats fell on my sore asshole as my daughter humped my face harder and faster.

“MMMMMMMFFFFFFF...” she moaned and squirted all over my face.

She slid of my face and onto the floor when her orgasm subsided.

“That was incredible,” she said as she caught her breath.

“Please ... Please, Miss...” I said, “my legs are cramping and I think these clamps need to come off my nipples now.”

“OH!” she said and jumped up, “punishment is over for tonight.”

‘For tonight?’ I thought.

I screamed when she yanked the nipple clamps off. I guess Ms. Connor didn’t tell her to take them off slowly.

“Even though I should punish your butthole more for farting in my face!” she said, laughing.

I managed a laugh, myself. I was sore all over, but relieved that I made it through. I was happy that I obeyed and didn’t cum.

Miss removed the remaining restraints, and we rested a bit.

After a few minutes, Miss said that we needed to shower and that I could clean up the basement when she was at school tomorrow. I didn’t argue. We showered together. Miss had me wash myself first, it hurt and felt good at the same time. She then had me wash her. I pampered her as best I could. I wanted to please her.

After our shower, Miss helped me put lotion on my sore butt, tits, pussy, and asshole. I returned the favor and gently rubbed lotion over her body. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was read and bruised in places. I smiled thinking that through it all, I obeyed.

Miss said, “Let’s play dress up!” when we were done and pulled me out of the bathroom.

Chapter 9

Miss pulled me into my bedroom and sat on my bed.

“Let’s see the clothes you got,” she said.

“Yes, Miss,” I replied

I blushed remembering all the slutty dresses and outfits I have. I went to my closet, pulled out a red party dress and draped it in front of my naked body.

“Put it on!” Miss ordered.

“Yes, Miss.”

I stepped into the dress and wiggled myself into the tight material. I pulled the straps up over my shoulders and adjusted it on my body. It wasn’t one of the sheerest dresses I had, but my nipples stuck out prominently. It was blatantly obvious that I wasn’t wearing a bra and that I was either freezing cold or very horny. The hem came about two inches below my butt cheeks.

“See?” I said and did a twirl for my daughter, wiggling my butt. I wanted to please her.

“I’m sure you have heels to match,” She said.

I found the red strappy platform sandals and slipped them on.

“Nice!” Miss complimented.

I smiled since I pleased her. Without being told, I did a little catwalk strut for her. The hem of the dress crept up and landed right at the crease of my butt cheeks. I thought my cunny was still covered, barely. I didn’t adjust the hem as I walked.

“OK. Wear that outfit tomorrow. I want you to get your hair done while I’m in school. Tell the beautician you want to let it grow longer ask for a sexy style. And get a manicure and pedicure, too. Bright red polish to match your dress and shoes. And you need new make-up. Tell the girl at the make-up counter that you’re going to a costume party dressed as a prostitute,” Miss said, filling up my calendar for the day tomorrow, “Let her give you the make-over in the store and buy nail polish to match the rest of your outfits.”

“Yes, Miss,” I agreed.

“OK. Let’s see the next outfit,” she ordered.

The scene repeated with each of the dresses Ms. Connor made me buy. One was sluttier than the next. I was getting more and more horny with each one, thinking of walking out in the world dressed this way. Miss commented on each one.

“Ooooohh ... That one’s really see through,”

“Careful your titties don’t pop out of that one,”

“Make sure you wear that one on windy days, so you flash your naked cunny!”

It went the same with the skirts and tops. Very short, very low waisted, very transparent. Very slutty.

Miss made me wear matching heels with each outfit and do the catwalk. I loved showing off for my daughter, but I was worried about being out in public dressed in these slutty clothes. Something inside me felt that Ms. Connor had everything under control on our shopping trip. Who would look after me if I were out and about alone dressed like this?

After I tried on all the dresses and skirts, I showed Miss the tight leggings Ms. Connor had me buy.

“Miss? Do you think these are for me to wear under my dresses or skirts?” I asked with hope.

“I don’t know,” Miss answered, “Put the white ones on.”

I worked myself into the white leggings, under the skirt I was wearing. I pulled them up as far as I could, slipped my heels on, and turned to face my daughter. They were like sheer stockings on my legs and ended at mid-calf.

“Hmmmm...” Miss said, “I like the skirt much better with your legs naked. Take the skirt off.”

I pushed the tiny skirt down and stepped out of it.

“Nice camel toe!” Miss commented.

“Camel toe?” I had no idea what she was talking about.

“Look in the mirror,”

I turned to look in the mirror and saw exactly what Miss meant by ‘camel-toe’. The leggings were pulled up tight between my cunny lips. They were transparent everywhere except for the small portion around my cunny. The low waist left the top of my mound exposed. I turned and saw my naked butt showing through them.

“Perfect!” Miss said.

My heart sunk.

Miss had me model the rest of the leggings with matching tops and heels. All in all, I had about three weeks of outfits to wear and not a stitch of underwear.

After I modeled everything for Miss, I put everything away and laid my red dress out for tomorrow. My clit was throbbing, but I didn’t want to make Miss angry by asking for an orgasm. She was in a good mood from the fashion show. I was surprised that she didn’t put her robe back on but stayed naked the whole time.

“Time for me to cum in the garage,” she said when I was done, “and I want a squirt one, this time.”

Our garage was basically used for storage. I couldn’t fit my car in there any longer. Miss laid a towel on the work bench that my ex-husband used to use. She hopped up, shimmied herself to the edge of the wooden bench and pulled her knees up and apart, exposing her drenched cunny and swollen clit.

I didn’t wait for instructions and dove in. I licked her and sucked her massive clitty. When she started humping my face, I wiggled two fingers up her asshole, and she erupted onto my face. When she calmed down, she hopped off the bench and had me use the towel to clean us up.

Halfway up the stairs, Miss said, “I want to try on my clothes now. You can help me.”

“It’s getting late, Miss. You have school tomorrow. Maybe we should get to bed now.” I said.

She turned to face me and said, “You don’t get to tell me when to go to bed anymore,” and continued up the stairs.

“I’m sorry, Miss. I was only suggesting...” I replied, but she ignored me and continued up and into her bedroom.

The scene in Miss’s bedroom was much different than the fashion show in mine, earlier. Miss tried on her tiny, sheer clothes glumly. I tried to help with some comments.

“Oh, that color looks nice on you,”

“You look cute in that one,”

“That skirt’s not TOO short,”

I don’t think I was helpful.

I did notice that Miss remained highly aroused throughout the process. She looked in the mirror at the outfits and fingered her nipples and clitty as she commented.

“I’m naked!”

“You can see how wet my cunny is!”

“This top is so tiny, I can’t cover my nipples!”

“I have no titties, everyone will see!”

“I can actually see my clitty throbbing in these shorts!”

When she was done trying everything on, she said, “Miss Connor said I should wear skirts all week this week. Help me pick out an outfit for tomorrow.”

As we sorted through the skirts and tops, she added, “I want to please her. Find the shortest skirt and tiniest matching top.”

There was a white, pleated skirt that left her butt cheeks exposed, but managed to keep her cunny covered while she was standing still. She put that on with a top that wasn’t more than two white triangles covering her nipples.

She looked herself over in the mirror and said, “Give me that sheer, white camisole.”

She put the camisole on. Her tittless chest and pink nipples were clearly visible. Again, she looked herself over.

“I didn’t get any heels like you have, only the silly toy ones” she said almost disappointed, “I’ll just wear the white flip flops.”

I handed her the flop flops and she slid them on. She looked herself over again in the mirror, picking her feet up to look the flip flops over.

“No!” she said, “Ms. Connor will want me to wear the plastic ones. Get them for me.”

I obeyed and Miss slid on the plastic princess heels and checked out her reflection again.

“I don’t know why she wants me to wear a skirt. My clitty doesn’t show. I thought she wanted to totally expose me,” she said to her own reflection, rather than to me.

My cunny dripped throughout the show. I thought about how Miss needed to be humiliated; about how she shouted that she wanted to be exposed during her hardest orgasm on Friday night. I needed to help her.

“Maybe she just wants to spread it out a bit, Miss. Expose your flat chest and nipples first. I know how humiliating that will be for you. Everyone will know that you stuffed your bra with tissues. Everyone will see that...” did I dare say it? “ ... they’ll see that you have no titties!”

She shot both hands down to her cunny when I said that and quickly erupted.

“MMMMMMMM ... Yes! ... They’ll see! They’ll know! ... AAAHHHHH!”

I wanted to join her and rub my clit until I erupted, but I wasn’t allowed.

When she finished, she pulled the outfit off. She laid it out for tomorrow and sat next to me on the bed. I put my arm around her waist, and she leaned her head into me.

“I ... I’m sure Ms. Connor knows what she’s doing, Miss. She said you were going to be exposed and I’m sure she’ll do it,” I said, “Everyone will see your giant clitty.”

I felt my daughter nod her head.

I thought for a minute and then added, “A ... and m ... maybe you’ll have a big squirt orgasm, too!”

Miss sat upright quickly.

“Do you really think so!?” she asked excitedly, “in front of everyone!?”

“I don’t know, Miss,” I replied, “We are under Ms. Connor’s control now. It will be whatever she wants, whenever she wants.”

She leaned back into me. We hugged each other tightly for a minute.

“Let’s go to sleep now, Miss, we both have a long day tomorrow,” I said, then asked, “C ... can I sleep here with you tonight?”

She sat up straight, the Miss who was in charge of me came back to the surface, suddenly.

“No!” she snapped, “not tonight. Go pee and then go downstairs and get some cuffs and the bar that hooks to your ankles.”

I was disappointed. Miss meant to tie me in bed. She didn’t trust me not to masturbate. I don’t think I completely trusted myself either.

“Yes, Miss,” I replied and stood to leave her bedroom.

“I ... I want to ask Ms. Connor if I can change the bathroom rule. I don’t like that one,” she said.

A tear welled up into my eye, “That would be very nice, Miss. Thank you so much,” I said grabbing her hands and kissing them.

“Now go!” she ordered.

I did what I was told and returned to find Miss waiting for me in my room. I laid on my back as she secured my wrists to the headboard and attached my ankles to the spreader bar. She made sure my head was comfortably on my pillow.

“There!” she said.

I tried to get her to change her mind. I promised to be good. I promised not to masturbate. But Miss’s mind was made up. She leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips.

“Good night,” she said and walked over to turn off the light.

“Oh!” she said when the light went out, “I forgot to tell you. Ms. Connor’s tailor, Ms. Jansen, will be here at 9:00 tomorrow morning with your new chastity belt. Make sure you’re showered for her.”

“Oh!” I said, “Yes, Miss. Thank you for letting me know. I’ll be ready. Good night, Miss. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she said and left my room.

I felt the large puddle of cunny juice growing between my legs as I thought about how I’d look in my new red dress and chastity belt as I went about my day tomorrow.

The End