A Mother's Submission 2

It was a quiet evening in the guesthouse, the sun was setting across the vineyards and Janet was relaxing in a winged back chair in the living room. To her left on an occasional table was her late supper, a small salad and a plate with poached salmon, and potatoes au gratin and a glass of wine. Janet wore a short, black terry cloth robe loosely closed with a waist belt. Her legs were fully exposed, she wore black highedheel shoes and had her long dark brown hair tied back with a black scrunchy.

To the right of her chair, Diane was kneeling very erect, both of her hands resting lightly on Janet's naked thigh. She still wore the tennis skirt and sleeveless blouse from this morning but had reapplied her makeup and brushed her hair prior to this meeting. The red welts were still visible on the backs and front of her thighs and their throbbing combined with those on her stomach and rump reminded her of her commitment to Janet and the cost for disobeying.

Now Diane was talking softly and had been for the last hour about the most intimate encounters of her life as Janet ate her supper and questioned her regarding the various details. "So the first time you ate cum was when you were 14 and on your fourth date with a boy", Janet had asked, and Diane responded with, "Yes mistress he was in my school but two classes ahead of me. We went to a movie. When we returned to my home, my parents had all gone to bed and we sat in the living room, where he let me touch him and he creamed on my hand. Then he made me eat it."

"Did you eat it because you were curious or did the fact that he told you to do it make you do it?" "Thinking back on it now, I think it was because he told me to do it. I wanted to please him and because I thought he was handsome so I felt that by eating his cum he would like me more."

"Did the two of you go out a lot?" "Only for a few dates and then he went with an older girl and dropped out of my life", Diane said quietly. "After that I dated some boys off and on and if they told me to eat their cum, I did."

Janet noted Diane's distancing of herself from these events and telling them to her as if they happened to someone else. In her experience this was classic submissive behavior, where the retelling of events was done as an observer and not a participant as a means for the submissive to escape consequences for their actions.

"Tell me about your breedings. How did your husband inseminate you? Were you on your hands and knees or what position did you use?"

Janet thought for a moment and said, "I was on my hands and knees both time because my husband said he always liked to look at my rear end when he fucked me. He said it made my ass wiggle and he liked that."

Janet looked at her and offered her a small piece of salmon with her fingertips. She had done this periodically while she slowly ate her dinner. Diane bowed her head and gently plucked the salmon from Janet's finger tips, then slowly licked the fish oil from her Mistress's fingers. Diane kept her head bowed and softly kissed the fingertips in thanks as she felt Janet's other hand softly touch her hair. This tableau had repeated itself several times during the meal and each time it had Janet felt Diane yield more control and more obedience to her.

"Were you well loved as you began to swell or did you find yourself left alone and generally ignored?" Janet asked softly as she ran her fingers through Diane's hair.

Diane kept her head lowered and tears began to flow down her cheeks as she reviewed the hurt that she had hidden for so long. "I was ignored and sometimes used by my husband for his gratification. He took pictures of me so he could watch my body change, but generally ignored me as if I was no good for him at the time. I was very unhappy."

"Yes," Janet said as she stroked Diane's hair then lifted her chin to kiss her softly on the lips. "Most women are ignored because men don't see the work breeding requires. On the other hand, when a cow is bred the process requires extensive support for the cow. In fact the whole herd becomes involved since the bull, who is owned by a breeder will own a portion of the herd as will the owners of the various females in the herd. If a cow has calves in the herd, they are also involved, especially if this is the cow's first breeding. Then the calves are also included since they will probably belong to the same bull eventually. You see, when an owner decides to breed a cow, the cow and a number of bulls are all inspected by a breeding committee to ensure the stock are healthy, of the right sex, and that the dropped calf will be desired by a buyer. In fact, many calves are already purchased before the cow is inseminated. But in any case, after the committees ensure both the cow and the bulls are healthy and compatible genetically, the bull owners and the cow owner allow the cow to spend time with each bull and his particular herd. This process takes about three to four days for each herd and is closely observed by the owners to ensure that when a cow finally joins a herd it is a good fit.

If the cow already has calves but never went through a formal breeding, then the calves and the cow are shown to the herds to see if they can make a good fit. After the cow and her calves have been tested with all the herds, the breeders meet to decide which bull and which herd is the best fit, when is the best time to breed the cow and generally lay out a rough time schedule on the breeding of her calves. Lots of practice has shown that coordinating the breedings of the various cows and their calves and bulls takes time, discipline, and lots of forethought. So when a cow is bred there are a number of people to help her. Of course her owner is there and her calves as well as her breed cow if possible.

In fact, I have gone to a number of breedings where there were three generations of breed cows and another generation of calves present. Unfortunately, you will be the first of your line's breed cows, so until one of Michelle's offspring is kept in the herd and then bred herself, your line will only have two generations. But I am sure that the day will come when you are displayed along with Michelle and her calf as the start of a new line of cows. But enough of that for now," Janet said. "Stand up, lift your skirt and spread your legs for me."

Diane quickly stood and Janet noted her nipples were erect as she stroked her hand along Diane's slit where moisture was forming in abundance. She calmly slid two fingers inside the standing woman and gently rubbed her. Diane trembled slightly and her breathing increased. "Excellent," Janet thought. "This bitch is reconciling herself with breeding and is starting to accept her daughter will also join her."

Janet continued to touch Diane for a few moments and then said, "Here clean my fingers and then go into the kitchen. Open a bottle of wine and stay in the kitchen and wait for me to call you. Now go," said Janet.

Diane gently kissed the offered fingers after she cleaned them and answered "yes mistress" and walked into the kitchen.

Sitting quietly for a moment, Janet thought about all of the work required to conduct a successful breeding and how much would be required to convince the committee that Diane was of good stock. She was a bit old and probably could only be bred once. "But," Janet reflected "the whole purpose of breeding her was to prepare Michelle and possibly Vicki for much longer breedings, which would no doubt prove lucrative and most rewarding. So the old adage of no gain without pain would once again prove itself."

Just then, the ringing phone interrupted her thoughts. Janet picked it up and said "hello?" knowing by its ring who was calling her. "Hi Mama" Amy's soft voice answered. "I've finished my homework and eaten my supper like you told me to this morning. Can I visit you now if that is ok?"

Janet heard the longing in the girl's voice and her heart subtly began to speed up. "Of course sweetie, but first tell Mommy what you are wearing," Janet said. "I am wearing some sweat pants and a tee shirt Mama because I am supposed to change out of my school uniform after I get home," Amy said in a soft voice that had begun to have "little girl tones and lispings". "Oh sweetie, Mommy hates it when you wear clothes like that. Put on a short skirt and one of your sleeveless blouses OK, and no panties or bra, then come over here."

"yes mama," Amy replied, then hung up the phone and began to change.

As Janet waited for Amy to arrive, she thought about the young girl's future. Training her to be a companion/slave would be a good fit for a few years. After all Janet had really enjoyed keeping Maya as her live in companion, while Maya's mother was her maid the last few years she had been in New York. But even Maya grew old and Janet knew she needed to move on. Being twenty-six and knowing how to control and discipline the maid as well as being able to seduce most men and women Janet directed her to made Maya prized property. So it wasn't difficult to sell her to the Malaysian gentleman who lusted after tall, big-breasted American women. Although Maya was distraught and probably required some attitude adjustment after the drugs Janet gave her wore off, she was sure by now that Maya and her mother both found their places in the Malaysian household.

As the doorbell rang and Janet rose to answer it, thoughts of the first time Maya's breasts began to lactate flashed through her mind. What a delightful time that had been she recalled. Maya always anxious to give of herself to her companion and the maid always helping Maya express her milk so the flow was full when their mistress desired it. It had been so enjoyable, and Janet deep in her heart knew that in a few short years, Amy would be her new and devoted Maya.

Janet adjusted her robe so the insides of both of her breasts were exposed and opened the door. Amy stood there in the evening light in a very short, dark green skirt, white blouse, and open toed sandals, with her hair freshly brushed and framing her face. Janet's normal height and her high heeled shoes combined to have her tower over Amy who stared fixedly at Janet's decollate.

"Hello sweetie," Janet said extending her hand to the young girl who took it and stepped into the foyer. "How's my baby girl this evening? Did you have a good day at school?" Janet asked sweetly as she pulled the child into her arms. Amy raised her arms around Janet's neck and raised her face towards her lips. "Yes mama," she murmured as she stood on her toes and tried to pull herself up to Janet's face.

Janet smiled, leaned down and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her lips as Amy eagerly responded. They kissed like that for a few minutes and Janet stroked the girls bare bottom and gently twisted Amy's first anal plug.

Waiting in the kitchen, Diane had heard the doorbell ring and almost left the chair she sat on to answer the door. But just in time she remembered her mistress's words and stayed where she was. She was surprised to hear Amy's voice since she had assumed the girl was still working on her schoolwork. Then when she heard the conversation, her heart turned leaden in her chest and she wiped at the tears that began to well in her eyes.

In the entryway, Amy squirmed against Janet's caresses and moaned in her throat. Janet could feel Amy's heat begin to build, so she broke the kiss taking Amy's hand as she walked into the house, said, "Come on sweetheart, let's go sit in the living room so we can continue this." Amy was beside herself and almost floated into the room, as Janet guided her by the hand. They stopped near the wingback chair where Janet again held her and whispered in her ear. "Take off your skirt and then sit on my lap" as she sat down.

Amy smiled at her mom and then slowly undid her belt and let her skirt drop. She stood there and smiled at Janet who patted her thighs and said, "come to Momma baby." Amy stepped forward and took Janet's outstretched hand which guided her onto Janet's lap. As she settled in, Janet pulled Amy's head against her neck and began to rub the young girl's thighs. "Now tell mommy," she whispered quietly, "what happened at school today." So Amy began to quietly tell her what happened to her throughout the day. Janet stroked and kissed the girl's hair and slowly stroked her thighs.

About 20 minutes when the girl had finished her recital, Janet kissed her softly on the lips and asked her "did you think of Mama today while you were at school?" "Of course Mama," Amy replied and give her a little smile, "the thing you put in my rear end before I went to school reminded me of you all day long."

"Very good," Janet said and began to open her robe. "do you remember what Mama said this morning about her breasts?" Janet asked. "yes mama," Amy whispered, "You said they were sore and that they needed licking and kissing to make them better."

"Who made Mommie's breasts sore sweetie?" Janet asked. Amy looked into Janet's eyes sadly and said, "you said I made them sore because I suckled on them so long on Sunday. "

"That's right baby," said Janet quietly, "so now I want you to help me feel better. Lean your head back on the arm of this chair and put your legs over the other arm. That's right." Janet said smiling as Amy stretched across her lap.

Janet finished opening her robe, leaned forward towards Amy's face and then used her left hand to place her nipple on Amy's waiting lips.

Amy closed her eyes with a sigh as Janet's nipple touched her lips and she tenderly licked it and began to kiss her mother's breast. At the same time, Janet rested her right hand on Amy's bare stomach and began to massage her lower stomach and her mons. "Spread your legs for Mommy, sweet baby," Janet whispered in Amy's ear.

Amy's eyelids fluttered when Janet spoke and she spread her legs and lifted her bottom in an offering of her young body. "Such a good girl you are," Janet said as she slowly rubbed Amy's slit and began to feel the moisture form there. "Mommy knows what her baby likes, and her baby likes to please her mommy doesn't she?" Janet said quietly and gently pressed two fingers into Amy's slit.

Amy moaned in pleasure and began to slowly writhe on Janet's lap. Janet slowly sat up and reluctantly pulled her breast out of Amy's tender mouth and said, " Mommy needs a drink baby, so let's slow down for a few minutes." Then in a louder voice, Janet said, "Bring me the wine bitch."

Diane, who had been listening very hard to the moans, gasps, and rustlings coming from the living room from the moment she realized it was Amy was startled by the tone of the request. Without thinking, she jumped to her feet, grabbed the tray with the wine bottle and glass and immediately took the seven steps from the kitchen to entrance of the living room.

As she entered the room, she was startled by the sight before her. Janet was sitting in her chair with Amy laid across her lap. Amy's head was held by Janet's left arm and the arm of the chair and her head was laid back with her mouth open. Her legs were on the other arm and spread wide with Janet's hand massaging her hairless but shining slit. Amy's arousal was evident and Janet's control of her was even more so.

Janet watched Diane as she moved to stand in front of her chair and the expression on Diane's face spoke volumes. Fear, disgust, and resignation seemed to be equally present, but what Janet noticed most was lust. To Janet's experienced eye, Diane was enthralled by the sight of her daughter being controlled by her mistress. The flush that Diane showed across her neck and chest when she was aroused was clearly evident and the far away look in those submissive blue eyes was deeper than usual.

"Put the tray on the table and pour me a glass," Janet said as she bent down to kiss Amy, who had now become aware of her mother's presence.

Flustered, Amy began to struggle to sit up, but Janet just held her close and whispered in her ear. "Relax sweetie. You are my baby now, so don't worry about anything." And then she gently licked her ear and kissed her neck while slowly rubbing her aroused clit.

Amy relaxed herself and gave control to Janet who continued to rub her as her mother stood in front of them holding the wine glass and staring at the scene before her.

Janet slowly pumped her fingers between Amy's splayed legs and smiled as Diane tore her eyes away from those glistening finger and stared into those of her mistress. Amy buried her head against Janet's chest as skillful fingers manipulated her and she moaned in ecstasy when Janet allowed her to achieve a small climax. Janet smiled at her as Amy slowly opened her eyes. Then Janet kissed her deeply and pulled her to sit more upright on her lap.

With glistening fingers, Janet reached out towards Diane and said, "Give me the glass." Diane, transfixed by the shining surface of Janet's fingers, offered the wine glass to them and dropped her now empty hands to her side as Janet took the proffered glass.

Janet pulled her arm back and handed the glass to Amy who held it in both hands with the stem resting on her bare stomach. "Lean forward and put your hands on the wingbacks,"Janet said.

Unhesitatingly, Diane did as she was told which brought her face into a small triangle, the other points of which were Janet and Amy. Diane's arms on the sides of the chair surrounded both of them and gave the scene a very warm intimacy.

Diane continued to stare into her owner's eyes and then felt the shining fingers touch her lips. She didn't flinch or move and then she heard Janet whisper "Lick" and her tongue began to lovingly clean Janet's hand.

Janet stared deep into Diane's eyes and saw her soul open its doors to her. She felt Diane offer herself to her control and knew that another step had been taken. . With her left hand she cupped Amy's developing breasts and could feel the wanton heat pour from her body and the hard beating of a heart on the verge of a shattering climax. Janet waited while Diane slowly licked her fingers clean and then asked softly, "who owns you?"

Diane closed her eyes for a moment, gathered herself up and very quietly said, "you own me Miss Janet."

"And who is Amy's mother?" Janet then asked. Both Diane and Amy held their breaths for a very long moment, but Diane finally said very quietly, "You are Amy's mother Miss Janet."

"Very good, Diane. Now tell me who do you love?" "I love you Miss Janet" Diane said softly, "more than you know, more than anything else in the world."

Janet was very pleased with Diane's response, pulled her face to hers and kissed her deeply as Amy watched with deep erotic fascination. "Stand up, drop your skirt, and assume the inspection position I taught you this morning." Janet said as she broke the kiss.

Without hesitation, almost as if in a dream, Diane straightened herself up, unzipped the side of her tennis dress and let it drop to the floor. She then stepped out of its folds as it lay there, and spread her legs to beyond shoulder width. When they were as wide as she thought they should be, she put her hands on top of her head, raised her eyes from those of her mistress and stared straight ahead.

While Diane was trying to obey, Janet had wrapped both of her arms around Amy, who had turned her head to stare at Diane. Janet felt the emotions flow through each of them and reveled in her control of the situation and its future possibilities.

Shame, submission, and hopelessness seemed to war with each other in Diane's mind as she stood ramrod straight and fought back tears while trying not to drop her arms to shield her nakedness. Finally Diane's personality grabbed hold and submission turned to obedience and hopelessness was replaced by resignation as she suddenly realized that a life without Janet's control would be impossible for her. Thus at that moment, she began to accept the role that had been thrust on her as she stood before her owner, willing herself to obey and accepting her shame.

At the same time, Amy felt Janet's arms encircling her and leaned back against her chest. Her cheek touched Janet's and she felt the warmth flow into her. "Isn't she beautiful Amy?" Janet softly whispered next to the girl. "Someday you will be as beautiful as she is but you will never be a slut like she and Michelle are. I'm never going to let anyone, not even your father, hurt you like he has done to them. I am going to keep you safe with me and teach you how to behave so you won't ever be ashamed. You know that don't you baby?"

"Oh yes mommy, I love you so much. " Amy whispered back but still stared fascinated at Diane. Janet gave her a warm squeeze and continued. "Look at her legs Amy, do you see the red welts?" Amy nodded and Janet said, "Turn around Diane."

Without blinking her eyes Diane turned, spread her legs again, and felt their stares as they viewed her backside. "You see the red marks on her legs and bottom sweetheart? She got those this morning because she was bad. She knew she was bad and asked me to punish her and teach her how to be good too. So I did, but I don't want that to happen to you. You are not like her and Michelle. You are still good and if you are a good little girl for me, I will take care of you and keep you safe. You want that don't you Amy?" "Yes Mommy, very, very much. Please make me your little girl," said Amy as she turned with tears in her eyes and kissed Janet softly and deeply.

After they broke the kiss, Janet sat back in the chair and pulled Amy to her. "Turn around, keep your legs spread and put your hands on the wings."

Diane once more complied and found herself staring again into her owner's eyes. Janet took Amy's hand in hers and reached forward with it to touch Diane's slit. "Feel how wet this cow is Amy, she is such a slut." Janet said smiling into Diane's eyes. As Amy's small fingers touched her, Diane jerked but held her position. Janet rubbed Amy's fingers along Diane's slit making sure they were coated with her juices. Then she pulled Amy's hand back bringing the fingers to her and then Amy's lips. "Her juice is very thick but still has a good taste." She said after tasting it, and then offering the fingers to Amy.

Amy hesitated a bit, then slowly began to lick her fingers that were still held in Janet's hand. While she did this, Janet again looked at Diane and said, "Do you respect me?" Diane held her gaze without wavering and said, "yes I do Miss Janet." "Good," Janet replied. "I know you love me and respect me and I expect you to do the same for my daughter. She is as much your owner as I am. If you ever fail to respect her or fail her in any way, you will answer to me for it do you understand?" "Yes mistress" Diane answered without emotion.

"Very well. Now it is time for you to go to bed. I expect to have breakfast here tomorrow morning with my daughter before she goes to school so prepare for that. You will also address her from now on as Miss Amy under the same rules you address me and with the same respect, is that clear?" "Yes Miss Janet," came the reply.

"Good now kiss me good night." At this Diane leaned forward and gave her owner a deep and lasting kiss. When is was ended she pulled back and softly said, "Good night my mistress."

Janet smiled. "Good night, but kiss my daughter before you go."

Janet smiled as she saw resignation and lust flash through Diane's eyes when she leaned over to give Amy the same kiss she had given her owner. "Good night Missy Amy," Diane whispered softly as she stared into Amy's eyes. "Good night Diane, " Amy said and reached out to softly stroke Diane's cheek.

"It is time to go now, " Janet said to break the moment. "I want some time alone with my daughter." At this Diane stood erect, reached down to pick up her skirt from the floor and walked silently from the room.

Amy watched her go, still wrapped in Janet's arms and still holding the wine glass. Janet reached around her and unbuttoned her blouse and then slowly ran her hands up and down Amy's chest. "Give me the wine baby," and took it from her hands. She then drank most of it, but held the rest to Amy's lips who drank it obediently and without comment. Janet then placed the wineglass on the end table and pulled the shirt off of Amy.

Feeling her control grow, she turned the girl so she was laying across her lap. Janet gently placed her hand on Amy's crotch as she leaned down to kiss her. Amy sighed delightedly and opened her legs, offering herself to her mother. Janet smiled down at her and gently stroked her slit.

The wine was now combining with Janet's caresses and Amy's neck and chest were beginning to show the same flush Janet observed in Diane when she was nearing climax. "You're my baby now and no one can touch you here except me…not even you. Do you understand sweetie?" The flush on Amy deepened and she nodded her head as she closed her eyes losing herself to her feelings. "And when I feed you, this is how you will be for Mama. No clothes, no jewelry, nothing…just my baby girl. OK baby." "Yes mama,' Amy panted as Janet's fingers brought her closer and closer to the edge. Then she felt Janet's nipple touch her lips and she began to lick and suckle this gift from her mother. First to please her mother, then to offer her mouth and its pleasures as a gift to her, and finally to offer herself to her mother's fingers as they slowly and skillfully teased her to climax and the ultimate surrender of herself to her mother and new owner.