My Daughter Slave

~~My daughters slave~~

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I’m a single mom, to a teenage daughter. She’s a real redhead and very temperamental. Which she surely has from her father, as I’m quite meek. Therefore I’ve all to often given in to her whims to avoid scenes. With the result that she’s in total control of me now. She decides which clothes I’m allowed to wear, especially what I’m not allowed to wear, when I get to bed and when I’m allowed to get up, what I eat and drink and with whom and especially what I’ve sex with. In other words I’m simply her slave. It’s it been like this for almost a year now and according to her, it’s never going to change.

It all began last year! I’d promised to fetch her up from school. But I forgot all about the time, with the result that I was all to late. Knowing her temper I was quite nervous as I rushed into the school to find her. Because she was of course not, out on the parking lot. I found her in the canteen, together with a group of friends. As soon as she saw me, she blew me up and even slapped my face. I’d never seen her that furious before. I became so surprised that I didn’t even argue or tried to stop her. But instead I just bowed my head and stuttered excuses. My humble attitude evidently encouraged her, so she continued to rant and rage, grabbed my ear and dragged me out towards the car. To the big amusement of her friends. Stupid as I was I still didn’t try to stop her. But just followed her along, whimpering over the pain in my ear.

She stopped by a litterbin, ordered me to take my panties of and drop them in the litterbin. “But Charlene…” I tried vague to argue. With the result that simply pulled harder in my ear, until I stood tiptoe. This was easy for her, as I’m very petite only about 1,5 metres and she’s almost 1,8 metres. She repeated her order and once again I gave in all to easy, reached up under my quite short dress and slid my panties down, until they slide down around my ankles. She let go of my ear, discouraged I bent down to pick up my panties, while I was bent over, she lifted up my skirt, so everybody could see my bare ass. Blushing deep I dropped my panties in the litter, followed by her friends scornful laughter, she dragged me the whole way out to the car.

I hoped that she would calm down on the way home. But she surely didn’t, as she continued to nag and told me that I was in for a prober spanking when we got home. Naïve as I was, I thought that she was joking. But she surely wasn’t, because we were barely inside before she ordered me to undress. “But Charlene…” I tried again, which just resulted in another slap in the face – rather two as I got one on each cheek. Appalled I once again made it all to easy for her, as I sniffling did as ordered. She ordered me to stand in the corner, nose towards the wall. I could hear her bustle about, but didn’t dare to turn around to see what she was doing.

“Come here” she ordered and meekly I followed her into my bedroom and became very frightened, when I saw the implements she’d laid on the beside table. There were her hairbrush, a ping-pong bat, the carpet beater and her riding crop. Nervously I tried to calm her down, with the result that she grabbed my nipples, squeezed and twisted them till I uttered a cry of pain. Silly me! I decided to let her spank me, hoping that it wouldn’t be to hard and that she would calm down afterwards.

She ordered me to lay down on my bed. She’d arranged my cushions and duvet in a pile in the middle of the bed. Submissively I laid down over it. I really made it very easy for her. It wasn’t before she began to tie my arm and legs to the bedposts, I noticed the ropes, she’d tied to them. I didn’t even try to free myself, but let her tie me down. When I was securely tied to the bed, arms and legs widely spread.

She took the hairbrush and without a warning she began to spank me with it. After a few strokes I began to cry and be for mercy. This really had the total opposite effect of what I’d hoped for, as it just encouraged her to hit even harder and faster. When she at long last stopped hitting me I was dissolved in tears. She didn’t even give me the time to recuperate, but continued right away with the ping-pong bat. Just as before she began to hit harder as soon as I began to cry. I don’t know how many strokes I got, but it felt as an eternity before she at long last stopped. My poor butt was on fire and dark red. The only sounds in the room was my sobbing and Charlenes’ heavy breathing.

After a while, she reached out for the carpet beater. It hit and I uttered a screech of pain and shock. Good heavens! It was much worse, as the other implements. She continued to beat away on my poor butt and I screeched and yelled from pain. When she at long last stopped, it took several minutes for me to calm down and I just cried and cried.

She left and slowly I stopped crying. After a while she returned and placed herself between my widely spread legs. I tried to turn around, so I could see what she was doing. But I was ordered to look straight ahead, followed by several blows on my still very hot and sore butt. She pressed something against my rear entry and before I even realized what was happening she forced a big butt-plug up in me. Causing me to shriek in pain again. She pressed it into the bottom and left it there. Next she forced a huge dildo up in my – strangely enough quite wet – pussy and began to fuck me with it; simultaneously she began to fuck me with the butt-plug too. My reaction totally took me by surprise, as brought me close to an orgasm. When she realized it, she laughed, stopped fucking me and gave my still very hot and sore butt several blows, sending the orgasm miles away. Then she began to fuck me again, with the same result as before, bringing me close to orgasm and followed by several blows. She repeated it over and over again, driving me insane. “OK! Slut! Beg me to let you come” She ordered… I forgot all about modesty, dignity and honour. I needed so badly to come “Please! Charlene, allow me to come” I begged. With an evil laughter she continued to fuck me and within minutes I came in a huge orgasm. She turned the dildo on, left it and the butt-plug inside me and left.

After, I don’t know how long, but it felt like hours she returned. She removed the dildo, but left the butt-plug and untied me. I was optimistic and thought that she was satisfied. But she just ordered me to turn around, so I laid on my back instead. This was very painful and unpleasant, due to my still very sore butt and the butt-plug. I was sure that she was finished beating me, as I laid on my butt. Man was I wrong yet again.

She grabbed the riding crop! Ups I’d forgotten all about it – I wondered where she would use it. But I was soon to find out, as she began to whip my tits, she managed to hit my nipples, with the flap, time after time. She also whipped my stomach, thighs and especially my inner thighs. Until wickerwork of thick red swollen stripes covered me and I once again was dissolved in tears.

She stood up on the bed with a leg on each side of my body. I wondered what she was up to, when she began to slide the riding crop up my totally exposed pussy. With horror I realized that she was going to whip me there. “No! Charlene, please not there, please” I cried out in panic. In vain of course, she gave me 10 lashes, causing me to scream and cry from the intense pain and beg for mercy.  “Who’s in command in this house from now on?” She asked. I got confuse and didn’t know what to say. This resulted in further 10 lashes, before she repeated the question. I surely didn’t want to get my poor pussy whipped again and replied “You are Charlene! You are” I wasn’t sure if it was the right answer, but it was the only one I could think of. But it obviously was the right answer as she laughed smug and asked “Who’ll do what ever I say?” Once again I wasn’t fast enough, she gave me 10 lashes more and I cried out “I’m. I’ll do what ever you say” I was willing to say and do anything and everything to prevent her from whipping my pussy again. It was so sore that I was convinced that I never would be able to have any pleasure down there again.

She dropped the crop, unzipped her jeans and let them and her panties slide down in one movement. She kicked them aside and knelt down, over my face. She grabbed my hair and with a “Lick me slut” She pulled my head up towards her pussy. I’d never kicked a pussy before. So a little hesitating I began to lick her. But I was eager to please her, so I did my very best. This obviously was good enough, as it didn’t take long, before a coquettish squeal revealed, that she’d come. She pressed my head so hard towards her pussy that I couldn’t breathe. I was afraid that she would suffocate me. So I was very relieved, when she let go of my head. I was quite proud that I was able to satisfy her.

She stepped down from the bed and sat down next to me instead. She picked the riding crop up again. I was horrified, over the thought of being whipped again. Instead she told all the new house rules for me. From this day on, I only was allowed to wear skimpy outfits, short dresses and skirts, flimsy tops, minimal and very tight shorts and absolutely no underwear. I was only allowed to have hair on my head; all body hair including my pubes had to be removed. Beside that I should be to her and her friends’ disposal, when ever and where ever she wanted it. I agreed to her rules and she untied me.

I thought and hoped that it just was one of her whims and that everything would be back to normal the next day. Well! I surely was wrong again. As it, as already mentioned, has lasted for almost a year.