My Daughter Becomes My Mistress

My Daughter Becomes My Mistress:   PART 9

       I was beginning to give my Mistress a back massage. I worked my hands slowly and firmly down her back and around her shoulders. She seemed tense but relaxed quickly. I moved my hands down to her lower back and over her beautiful ass. I wanted so bad to go down and lick her ass but I didn’t want to anger her and I had all day today to ask her. I kept my hands moving down her thighs. My hands massaged her muscles firmly. I worked down her legs and to her calves. I rubbed her ankles and started back up again. This went on slowly for about ½ hour when I noticed she fell asleep. I gently pulled my hands away and covered her with a blanket to let her sleep. I didn’t know what to do now, so I quietly sat down on the floor and watched her sleep for a while. She was more beautiful than I ever gave her credit for. She defiantly had my body but she had her fathers’ features and his deep blue eyes. She also had his spirit. He was a strong person and used to being in charge. She must have gotten that from him, too.  A tear ran down my cheek. I saw so much of him in her. I have missed him over the years. I made a promise to him so many years ago.

       I turned and leaned against the couch and waited. Every now and then I would look back at her to see her at peace and asleep. It was about an hour later when Mike walked in and saw us. She stirred and woke up. She saw me and realized I had put a blanket over her. When she saw Mike she called to him and said she needed to talk to him and it was important. When he stopped to look at us he stared at me for a bit. I smiled at him because I knew he thought I was beautiful and he always wanted to fuck me. I didn’t mind. He was a good man and could be gentle in bed. He looked a Mistress and asked what she needed. She looked at him and said, “I want to show you something, then I need to talk to you in the kitchen.” She told me to stand up and turn my back to him. She pulled my hair aside and showed him the scares on my back. He seemed upset and demanded to know who did that!

Mistress: “Slut, go and sit down facing the corner and wait.”

Slut: “Yes Mistress”

Mistress: “Mike lets go into the kitchen. I need to talk with you.”

Note: The following conversation took place in the kitchen without the slut hearing it.

Mike: “I need to talk to you too. What did you think of the Doctor, I sent you to?”

Mistress: “She was fine. I actually got lucky. She got called out of the room and I was able to add a few       more rules to her list.”

Mike: “She was not a real Psychologist. She was a graduate student at the university that someone recommended. She is an expert in Hypnotism and they say she is a genius. She also takes that Hippocratic Oath with a grain of salt if there’s money to be made. By the way, that slut of yours owes me $1000 for her treatment at the Doctor.”

Mistress: REALLY? She seemed fine to me but then I have never been to a psychologist. That does explain some things, now that I think of it. No real doctor would refer to a patient as “slut”. I guess her receptionists were students too. LOL. Well, tell her thanks. She helped me a lot with the slut. I will get you money tomorrow. By the way, there is something I need to show you. Come with me and look at the slut’s back.”

When Mike saw the slut’s back, he was surprised and asked, “Did you do that?!”

Mistress: “No. That fat neighbor’s dog did this.”

Mike (with a surprised look): “You mean….???”

Mistress: “Yes. ROCKO DID THIS! The basterd raped her in our back yard while I was gone. I want that dog to disappear! I want him off this planet and never to be found!

Mike: “I agree. I will take care of this. Tonight will be his last night. She is to serve you but this is different. Tell the slut to never worry about him again.

Mistress: “Thanks Mike. I wasn’t sure how to handle this on my own.”

Mike: “No problem. Dad would have taken care of the owner too but I don’t want to get into that. It would cause a lot of trouble for us.”

Mistress: “Dad? Why? What would he do? I never knew him. Could you tell me about him?”

Mike, glancing at the slut: “No, Jenny. I am not the one to explain that to you. Someone else should but not me.”

Mistress: “WHO?”

Mike: “Someday, you will know but not today and not from me. I have to go now. I have a date with a dog.

Mike reached down and looked closely at the slut’s back and asked her: “Did he really do this?

Slut: “Yes.” Whispering to him she said so only she could hear: “Thank you for not saying anything.”

Mike got up and said to Mistress: “I hope I get to fuck her for this. This time, I don’t want any restrictions on her. I want her to feel the full length of my cock without her worrying about be punished by you. It takes all the fun out.

Mistress (laughing): “It is fine now. I can control her on my own while she is crazy with lust, if that is what you want. It is not up to her anymore. It is up to me.”

Mike leaned down and kissed the slut on the mouth very roughly and told her that the no one will ever see the dog again. He told her he was looking forward to fucking her. He said that he would like to invite some friends if her Mistress allowed it.  He grabbed her tit locks and twisted them, saying that he liked these and that they will come in handy later. As he left, Mistress said to him, “Thanks Mike. I owe you one, or should I say SHE owes you one…LOL.”

Get up, slut. We have some work to do around here. I want you to install some new hardware in the house. I will enjoy using you more, with these new improvements. Now get up. We have to go to the hardware store and get some things.

The story will continue for the slut’s point of view.

When we walked into the hardware store, there was a woman at the register. She just stared at me while Mistress was describing what she needed. The woman asked me if I always dressed like this. I looked at Mistress and she said, “She wears whatever I tell her to.”

Woman: “Does she like to dress like that?”

Mistress: “What she likes doesn’t matter. I like her to dress like that. She is a slut and she does what I tell her. Please, if you need to ask anything else, ask me. She is not allowed to talk unless I let her.”

Woman: “OK. No Problem. Do you Mind if I take a look at her nipple piercings?”

Mistress: “No, Go right ahead. Slut, Raise your top for her.”

Slut, raising her top: “Yes Mistress.”

The sales clerk reached out and held my nipple locks. She pulled on them and twisted them to see if they would hurt or not and to see how they felt.

Woman: “That’s interesting. I was thinking of being pierced and I was curious how much it would hurt. (Looking at Mistress) Did it hurt very much?”

Mistress: “I am not sure. I suppose it did but I told her if she made any noise, she’d get punished. That and I didn’t care. She was getting the locks put in no matter how much it hurt.” I need some hardware. I need some large eye bolts and some heavy straps. They must be able to hold up at least 200 pounds.”

Woman: “We have exactly what you need. Follow me.”

I followed them to the area where the merchandise was. All the time, I held my top up. Mistress never told me I could lower it and I didn’t dare without her permission. There were other people in the store besides us.

An older guy was pulled away by his wife while she was complaining about the store letting this happen. Her husband didn’t seem to mind. He kept staring at me. There were two younger guys that saw me and started to follow us, pretending they needed stuff in the same section as we did. I was terribly embarrassed. Mistress had me dressed so everyone could practically see me anyway but now I was walking around holding my top all the way up so everyone had a perfect view of not only my tits but the locks on my nipples also. I was turning beet red. When we got to where the bolts were they were talking about them and ignoring me. All the while I was standing there giving those two guys a wonderful show at my expense. They started to laugh and say: “Nice tits lady. Show us more of what you got. We have a beautiful place to lock those things up to. At least bend over for us.”

Mistress (Looking at me and them): “Slut, hold your top up and grab you skirt and pull it up too so they can see your cunt.”

I faced them and pulled up my skirt. They both stared and said nothing at first. They finally figured out that Mistress was in charge and I did everything she told me to. They said, “Hey girl, Can we have some of that? Maybe just a quickie before we leave?”

Mistress (Looking at me irritated): “Sure. Go with them slut. You two take her into the men’s room but I want her back in ten minutes. She has some work to do.”

Guys: “Sure thing.”

They grabbed me and practically dragged me into the men’s room. They couldn’t get their pants down fast enough. They tore off my clothes and shoved me into a stall and pushed me on my hands and knees. I didn’t fight them. I knew what they wanted and if I didn’t do what they want, Mistress would punish me with that awful pain. They both dropped their pants and one got in front of me and the other behind me. They laughed and both shoved their cocks in at the same time. One in my cunt, the other all the way down my throat. They both shoved their cocks in so hard my neck was bent back. One held my ass and pushed; the other grabbed my head and pushed. Both were pumping and grunting. All the while the guy in the front was saying, “Come on, whore. Take it all the way! Suck that cock! You know you want to!” They pumped for what seemed like forever but in reality was only a few minutes. While the guy in my cunt grunted and shot his cum so far up my cunt, I thought I would choke on it. The guy in front suddenly pulled out and shot his load all over my face. They kicked me down and threw my clothes in the toilet. They laughed, called me a fucking slut to let two strangers fuck me. One of them took two one dollar bills and tucked each on in a nipple lock so I had a bill sticking in each lock.

I pulled my clothes out of the toilet as quick as I could. They were wet but not soaked. I left the stall and tried to dry my clothes as best that I could. I was not ordered to clean up so I was forced to go back to my Mistress, once again, with cum running down my legs and cum all over my face running down my chin onto my tits. I returned to the two of them, where I left them. Mistress had a cart full of various hooks, eye bolts, locks, straps and other miscellaneous things.

Sales Woman: “Doesn’t she a least clean up before she comes back? She’s a mess. She has cum all over her and wet clothes. How can she walk around in public like that?”

Mistress: “She does what I tell her. I didn’t tell her to clean up and besides, I think she likes walking around like that anyway. If she didn’t she would clean up and take her punishment for it. I’m trying to make her a better pussy licker but she seems to attract a lot of guys so she doesn’t get much practice.”

Sales Woman: “She IS a beautiful woman. You have to expect men’s reaction to her. You say she needs practice? She can practice on me. My boyfriend will never do that for me and I would like to see what it feels like. Would that be ok with you?”

Mistress: “Sure. Thank you. Like I said, she needs to practice. She can do it right now, if you like. Slut, go and clean up. USE THE SINK THIS TIME, SLUT!! Do you have someplace we can go?”

Sales Woman: “Yes. We can go to the back storage room. No one goes in there without my permission, anyway. You say she doesn’t use the sink?”

Mistress: “She has orders to use the toilet unless I tell her not to.”

Sales Woman: “Wow! I wish I had that kind of control over my boyfriend. He is a good person but a little self centered.”

Mistress: “I can give you the name of someone that might be able to help. Give her a call and tell her Mike and Jenny told you about her.”

Sales Woman: “Thank you very much.”

I had cleaned up myself as best that I could before I returned. When I got back, Mistress ordered me to follow them to a back storage room. When we went in, the sales woman locked the door and turned and looked at us. Mistress told me to strip and lay on the floor. She told the sales woman to go ahead and sit on my face. She told her that was the best position for her and that it wouldn’t be so cold for her. The sales woman dropped her pants and underwear and came over to me and squatted on my face.

She hesitated a little. She had never done that before but as I started to lick and suck on her she started to grind her pussy into my face. Mistress told her that she would do a little more shopping and that she could use me as long and however she wished to. Mistress told her that when she was finished to come back out and meet with her and to bring me with her. She ordered me to do anything the woman wanted and to put my clothes on when I left. Mistress also ordered me NOT to clean up this time.

       As she was grinding her pussy into my face she was also grabbing my nipple locks and twisting them. They started to hurt a lot and she discovered that the more she twisted and pulled them, the harder and deeper my licking and sucking would be. They were starting to hurt a lot but there was no way I could tell her. She was pushing her pussy into my face and I couldn’t talk or yell. It wouldn’t have done any good anyway. I had orders to please her and if I complained, she would mention it and I would be punished so I had no choice but to endure the pain.

       Her juices were flowing and running all over my face. I was trying to swallow all that I could but she was gyrating all over and squeezing my head. I knew she was getting close so I doubled my efforts. I wanted to be finished. I could hardly breathe and was gasping for air. All the while this was going on she was pulling and twisting on my nipple locks. Suddenly, she yelled, “OH GOD! OH GOD, I’M FUCKIONG CUMMING!!!

       She shuddered, shook, squeezed my head, and pulled so hard on my nipples; I thought they would get tore off. As she screamed and was Cumming, I was screaming too. My nipples hurt like hell. Then she finally collapsed on the floor and was trying to catch her breath. We both lay there, her breathing heavily and me gasping for breath and rubbing my nipples. I looked at them and they were red and starting to swell up.

       Sales Woman: “That was wonderful! I wish my boyfriend would do that for me. I have to get the name of that person your friend was talking about to help me. Oh God, that was wonderful!! I can’t use these panties anymore. They are torn and dirty. They need to be thrown away but I can’t get rid of them in the store. Can you get rid of them for me?”

       Slut: “Of course. I will do anything you want me too. Those are my orders.”

       Sales Woman: “Here they are but where will you hide them? I know. You can put them in your mouth until you leave the store.”

       Slut: “Yes Ma’am.”

       I took them and stuffed them into my mouth put my clothes back on and followed her back out into the store. We found Mistress and the sales lady told Mistress about my performance.

       Sales Woman: “She was simply wonderful! You have a great slave here! I wish she could visit me more often. I have never had such a wonderful orgasm in my life!

       Mistress: “I will return here as often as I can. You have been a great help finding all of this merchandise. Your boyfriend should be servicing you like this. I wrote down the name of the person that helped us. Here is her name and number. She is not really a Doctor but will help you. You will soon have your boyfriend eating out of your hand……or should I say Pussy. LOL.”

       Sales Woman: “Thank you very much. If my boyfriend is half as obedient as her, I will have a much better life. By the way, I gave my panties to your slut to throw away for me. I can’t get rid of them here and they are too dirty and messed up to use. I hope that is OK?”

       Mistress: “No problem. Where are they?”

       Sales woman: “They are in her mouth. It was the only safe place to carry them so no one would see.”

       Mistress (laughing): “That is fine. It will keep her quiet. She likes the taste of pussy anyway. She has it all over her face and now in her mouth and she loves it. I can tell. I see you had fun with her nipple locks too. Don’t worry, that’s what their there for. I am glad she was satisfactory. Sometimes, I enjoy punishing her but maybe another time.”

       We checked out with quite a bit of stuff. I carried it all out to the car. It was very heavy. She bought a lot. There were chains, straps, more locks, and bags of other things that I couldn’t see.

       We drove out of the parking lot and Mistress told me to drive home. She said we had a lot of work to do. Next week was her 16th birthday and she wanted to get everything finished before then. I had NO idea what she had in mind. All I could do is wonder and wish she would let me take these panties out of my mouth.

       Mistress: “Slut, did you enjoy you pussy-lunch? I know you like it and I was glad you didn’t make a liar out of me. Your pussy licking is good but you need more practice, yet. The sales lady doesn’t have her pussy licked at all and she is not a good judge. Well, did you enjoy it??”

       Slut: “MMffff….mfffff.”

       

       Mistress (laughing her ass off): “Oh yes, I forgot you had her panties in your mouth. That’s ok. Leave them in. Just nod. LOL”

       I nodded yes to her question and she didn’t ask me any more on the way home. Before we got home she had me stop at a local service station. She said she had one little thing to do before we got home. We went in and there was only one guy there but he wasn’t busy anyway. He just stared at me while Mistress asked him if he could do a little welding for her. He said sure. What do you need done? Mistress told him she wanted my collar welded on permanently. I looked at her surprised. I was mortified. I didn’t want that thing on me permanently! I had no choice. I could only slump my head in defeat. He hauled me to the back of the shop still staring at me. I know he saw my nipple locks and could see quite well my tits anyway through my top. Mistress adjusted it a little so it was comfortable but that was NO WAY it would come off. It didn’t take him long and soon it was welded on my neck permanently. Mistress asked how much would cost. He just said if I would give him a blow job, it would cover the costs. Mistress told me to spit out the panties and get on my knees and take care of the bill. I knelt down in front of him and he dropped his pants and stuck his now rock hard cock in my mouth. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth hard and quick. I almost gagged. I have sucked cocks before but he was not being gentle. He just wanted to get his rocks off and fill my mouth with his cum. It didn’t take long. I doubt if he’d been with a woman in the last 20 years. He was fat and hairy and ugly. He finally stiffened up and pulled my head to him with his cock all the way down my throat. I choked a little just as he shot his load. He wanted to make sure I tasted it and as he was Cumming, he pulled out a little so he would fill my mouth with his cum.

       Mistress came up to me as he was pulling his pants up and hit me in the back of the head and told me to wait in the car. She said, “It’s about time! I guess you need practice sucking cock too. It takes you way too long to give a blow job. I have a lot of work with you, don’t I? Let’s go home, slut.”

This time before I drove into the driveway, I stopped and stripped before I pulled in. Mistress laughed and said, “Wow, The slut DOES learn! I was hoping you would forget again. You would have gotten a severe punishment if I had to tell you twice about the same thing and I would have enjoyed watching you. Pain is not the only type of punishment, you know.” I had no idea what she meant but I figured I would soon find out. She told me to bring all the stuff we bought into the house. She said she had to find a carpenter to do some work for me.

I put it in the living room and wondered what she meant. I knew it was not going to be good for me. She told me to sit in my chair where she strapped me in and locked me in. My arms were behind my back and my thighs and legs spread wide open in front of the window and front door. This time she did something different. She opened the locks on my tits, attached the end of a chain to one of them and strung it through one of the rings on my collar and locked the other end onto my other nipple lock. It was at a length so that my tits were pulled up so that the locks were pulling my nipples very tight. It hurt and I couldn’t relieve the pressure no matter what I did. Besides the fact that it hurt, it looked ridiculous. My tits were pointed up at my face in an unnatural position with my nipples stretched way up toward my neck and face.

She sat down behind me and told me that all the stuff I bought at the store was so she could have some fun with me. She said that I was going to be the entertainment at her birthday party next week. I just sat there feeling strange with the collar on permanently. It was bad enough to walk around practically naked but to wear a collar like a dog was terrifying. What would people think?

I was to be her entertainment next week. Now I would probably be the slave of a dozen teenagers, all with raging hormones. I got the feeling I was not going to like this party. Pain and humiliation was going to be my “bread and Butter” at this party.

I just sat there and started to cry. There was NOTHING I could do. My teenage daughter had total control over me. I was there ONLY to entertain her and her friends.

What was all that hardware for? What was she doing with it and why did she need a carpenter? I started to beg and plead with her to please not hurt me during that party. She only said that it doesn’t matter what I say or want and that if I didn’t stop whining, I would regret it.

All I could do is sit there and cry…………………………..