Stacey's Job

Stacey’s Job - Part Four.

Authors Note:

Firstly. A huge thank you to everyone who has mailed across their feedback and opinions of the Story. It’s a great help, keep them coming. I’m not sure why the Story, once uploaded, is coming out weirdly. It must be some sort of problem with the program being used. Still, thank you for continuing to read this Story and I hope you enjoy the next part. By the way, this is the furthest I have gone with any of my Stories due to some fantastic response from the readers, offering some great feedback. I have not given up on ‘Taking Advantage of A Betrayed Lover’ or ‘Payback’s a Bitch’ and will eventually finish them. Thank you for your patience and enjoy.

       “Yes Mum… Yes Emma will be coming with me…. Twelve onwards. Yes I promised we’d come to visit one more time before we left for Spain for the Summer. I love you too. See you Later.” Emma was suppressing a laugh watching the expression on my Face as I tried in vain to say goodbye to my Mother. It was approaching the end of April and it was almost time to go back to Work, not that I minded too much. As great as the time that had passed the last few months was, it would be nice to get back to my beautiful Villa in sunny Spain. Not to mention the fact that I really did enjoy my Job. It will be even more fun this time around with Emma as well. Just the other day Emma asked if she could be more involved with my training of the slaves and I was more than willing to let her. It opens up a whole load more opportunities in breaking the captors.

       We had finished packing earlier this morning and I was in the middle of giving Emma a little over the knee spanking when my Mother had called. I whispered to Emma to continue to play with herself as I picked up the phone but told her to do so in silence. That was the reason why I wanted to end call quickly but my Mother insisted on making me promise that we’d visit her later today. I had enjoyed spending time with her almost as much as she enjoyed having me back over the Winter and it was harder than I expected to be able to take the look of disappointment on her face when I told her I had to head back to Spain for the Summer. Emma was struggling to hold in the orgasm as my Mother refused to let me say goodbye and was laughing at my predicament as well as hers. It was only when I promised her that we’d visit her before we left that I could eventually hang up and the minute I did Emma let out a cry of ecstasy. Deciding not to let her off so easily I called for Emma to take her place back over my lap and finished off the spanking before we got ready to visit my Mother.

       “Why did she want us to come over if she had to pop out?” I relayed my annoyance out loud to Emma. Emma who had been elsewhere was distracted by my voice and simply just shrugged, although even that looked like a struggle. Just before we had left I picked up one of her many Vibrators and coated it in some hot sauce. The shock on her face as I placed it in caused me to laugh uncontrollably as she sensed the first wave of pleasure, followed by the immediate aftermath of the burning from the sauce. An hour later, at the door of my Mother’s House she was still feeling it. Our taxi driver who was uncommonly shy had almost crashed into the Car in front as Emma experienced her first orgasm five minutes into the Journey here. His face had turned a shade of red as he tried to discretely look in the rear view mirror as Emma continued to suffer.

       “Just.. Just use the key she gave you. We’ll wait for her. You can’t just leave in a couple of days time without saying goodbye to her. She’s only just got you back”  Emma said in a whimper. She was clearly suffering. Still she was right, as always. I unlocked the door and walked straight into my Mother’s living room watching Emma as she walked with her legs as wide apart as she could trying to ease the constant burning. I couldn’t help but laugh at her predicament when all of a sudden she stopped and stared over my shoulder, her eyes wide in shock. Turning around to follow her gaze I saw what had caused her reaction. There was my Mother, lying on her stomach on the couch in her Birthday suit. Her arms were cuffed behind her back and her legs were bent over to her thighs and bound. From the silence of the shock I could hear a quiet buzzing and I smiled to myself as I realised what that meant. My Mother, with her mouth gagged looked at us and her face was instantly overcome with heated embarrassment causing her cheeks to flush a deep red.

       “Well well Mother. What do we have here?” I taunted as I removed her gag and gave her a second to find her voice. Who would have thought? My own Mother into self bondage. I suppose that was one secret less I had to hide from her.

       “I, I don’t know what to say Stacey. You wasn’t meant to see this. I was recommended this by a friend I met after I had split from your Father a few years ago. I’ve always been able to free myself but I don’t know what happened today. You couldn’t be a darling and untie me please. Forget this ever happened.” My Mother replied sheepily. Deliberately putting on a show of thinking about it for a minute I walked over to Emma and whispered in her ear, ignoring the bewildered look from my Mother as she called my name again. Taking a seat on the Sofa opposite to where my Mother was bound, I sat back and relaxed. Emma started off by gently massaging my Mother’s newly toned Body.

       “Emma! What are you doing?! Stacey?” My Mother asked incredulously looking back and forth at the two of us as Emma gently turned her onto her back and replaced the gag. She then softly kissed my Mother’s Head and made her way down, kissing her Neck, her Breasts and her Stomach before settling at her pussy. My Mother’s eyes widened as Emma’s Tongue began to tease her clit.

       “Well Mother. I suppose I should say that I haven’t been entirely honest with you.” I started and my Mother turned my way, her eyes still full of shock although that was starting to fade with the new arousal she was feeling.

       “I’m not a leading Financial Adviser in Spain as I said I was. My job is too train young Women into serving their new Owners the way their Owners want them to. You can see why I originally didn’t tell you this but after seeing you like this today, I’m sure it won’t bother you as much. My Partner Emma is also my slave. She does as I say she does without question because she wants to. Over the past few months she has been punished, degraded and humiliated and she has loved every moment of it. This is who she is and she is comfortable with that. Now I’m going to remove your gag. Oh by the way. If you want me to untie you you’re going to have to ask for permission for the orgasm I can see you’re not too far away from.”

       “Stacey, This is ridiculous. I’m your Mother. Untie me this instant and get Emma off of me.” My Mother pleaded though I decided to laugh it off. It wasn’t too much longer until Emma’s magic tongue began to work it’s wonders, my Mother was breathing deeper and moaning heavily so I reminded her of asking permission. She tried to protest but when I threatened that I’d leave her tied for another twenty four hours her protests began to die down. I could see she was doing everything in her power to resist the climax of pleasure that was building inside her, doing everything she could to delay the humiliation of asking her own Daughter for permission to Cum.

       “Stacey… Can I cum now please?” She whimpered once she had finally lost the battle to contain the orgasm.

       “What was that Mother I didn’t quite hear you?” I smiled a vicious smile in her direction, watching as the look of shame on her face grew more apparent.

       “Stacey. Can I cum now please?” She said a little louder though through tears.

       “Yes Slut. You may cum. Shit, you’re a natural at this Mother. Perhaps you should come with me to Spain to further explore your hidden fantasies.”

       “No Stacey, I couldn’t. It’s not right.” Came the horrified reply. Still, the idea was too good of a one to waste and I knew deep in my heart that she would learn to love this, just like every slave I had trained so far. Though unlike the slaves I had previously trained, my Mother was already aware of her love for self-bondage. I just had to show her how to make the most of it. Quickly I rushed over to her Computer and disconnected the Camera she had left there from our visit last week. Not wanting to hear her protests as I prepared the Camera I instructed Emma to gag my Mother and took a numerous amount of shots of her.

       “Mother. I know you may think this is wrong but believe it or not I know a fair bit about Human Psychology when it comes to sexual behaviour. You will learn to be comfortable with who you are and to be a happy person and surely if it makes you happy and it doesn’t hurt anyone else it can’t be wrong right?”

       My Mother didn’t answer straight away. I could tell she was caught in an internal battle with herself. On one hand she had agreed with what I said, she did love being tied and the feelings that came with it but on the other I was her Daughter. By normal social standards this was generally frowned upon to say the least. I decided to make her decision that little easier. Though she may hate me for a little while I was sure that feeling would pass as she became comfortable with who and what she was.

       “Mother. I’m sorry to do this but if you don’t agree to come I will send this picture to everyone on your mail box and then print it off and send it to your neighbours and your co-workers. If you agree to come, you will resign from your current Employer with immediate effect. I will take care of you financially and you will enjoy your new awakened self if you let me.” The ultimatum was harsh I know but I usually got what I wanted and you don’t usually achieve that by playing fair.

       “Karen” Emma said softly addressing my Mother. “I know you may not see this now but this is really for your own good. If you don’t accept Stacey’s invitation you will be denying yourself a great pleasure. Believe me I know. Many people frown about this lifestyle and the people who enjoy it, judging us as weird or perverted. Those People I find are very shallow and limited. As Stacey said earlier. If you’re happy and you’re not hurting anyone what’s the problem?”

       The room was silent for a second except for the sound of a stifled sob from my Mother. My Mother was thinking it over that much I could tell and I was pretty sure that I was winning her over. It was at that moment that Emma was hit by another powerful orgasm from the mix of the vibrator and the hot sauce. My Mother turned to face Emma initially in shock from her random outburst and watched as she collapsed into the sofa breathing heavily.

       “Fucking hell that hot sauce was a good idea” Emma laughed weakly which in turn caused me to laugh hysterically.

       “See what you’re missing out on Mother”

Emma

       The Plane was due in just under an hour and I watched Stacey pace backwards and forwards in the departure lounge obviously distressed. The two of us had taken another far from average taxi ride to the Airport an hour ago. Once I had awoken this morning and made sure everything we needed I went upstairs to wake Stacey up the same way I usually did by gently licking at her clit. She was in an ecstatic mood, looking forward to going back to the sunny Beaches of Spain and back to her Job which she enjoyed with both myself and her Mother Karen.

       After the success of using the hot sauce on the vibrator a couple of days ago she instructed me to get two of my dildos coated in a thick layer of hot sauce but to also bring the hot sauce with me in my hand luggage. Once I had applied a thick layer of the hot sauce I was then to place them inside both my Pussy and my Arse. The reaction was immediate and I collapsed onto Stacey’s bed in agony as the sauce took effect. Stacey laughed a little as she grabbed a large amount of black rope and my collar which had a metal ring on the front and the back. Threading the rope through the front wing she tied it around my breasts making sure they were bound tight before crossing it around my chest and down between my pussy lips and then pulled up tight behind my back through my arse crack before connecting it to the ring at the back of my collar. She also cut off a small length of string which she tied around the small piercing in my tongue and connected that to the front ring of my collar resulting in my tongue pulled out taught. She then used another piece of string which she tied tightly around the base of my nipples and then used some black tape to cover them in a ’crossed’ fashion before throwing a fishnet dress on the bed which she must have brought recently as I hadn’t seen it before.

       Once I had dressed myself, with great difficulty I should add as I was feeling the pull from the ropes all over my body I checked myself out in the mirror. I was amazed at the new height of sluttiness this reached. My breasts were ballooned out by the way they were bound and fully visible, only my nipples were not visible but the tape that was taped over in a cross fashion left a lot to imagination. The bottom half of the dress was shaped like that of a swimsuit rather than the normal skirt fashion and was darkened so it was not see-through though the rope that was pulled tightly between my lips give an impressive camel toe impression. The last piece of attire was the seven inch high heel knee-high black leather boots I had recently brought. The taxi had arrived shortly after and I walked out just in front of the driver who had come in to grab our luggage. As I looked back I noted the look of lust and disbelief that filled his face once he had looked me over. Even the short trek to the taxi was a challenge. I still wasn’t used to these high heels and the ropes pulled and forced the dildo’s deeper inside as I walked and bent down to enter the taxi. That was the first of many orgasms I had enjoyed this morning and now I was close to yet another in the departures lounge as I saw a group of young girls staring, pointing at me and laughing. Oh god this was one of Stacey’s best ideas yet.

       “She should be here by now. I really expected her to back down after the threat of exposing her but perhaps she thought I wouldn’t go through with it.” Stacey was still talking to herself and upset because her Mother hadn’t turned up. I didn’t know what to say to comfort her but then just in the corner of my eye I saw her. She had noticed us from the entrance and stood still for a moment I guess to consider whether this was what she wanted to do. She must have come for a decision because she started walking determinedly in our direction.

       “Over there” I pointed to Stacey, although it sounded more like ‘Ooer air’ because of the way my tongue was held out. Karen walked over and embraced Stacey, apologising for being late because she had only decided to agree to come at the last minute. Stacey’s Mother also stated that if she didn’t enjoy it she would wish to be free to be able to leave at any point and Stacey agreed, hugging her once more. Her face was radiant. Everything that had happened in Stacey’s life which caused her to leave England for Spain was finally repaired and I could tell she was fully happy once more. Just like when we were younger when we had no worries and simply just enjoyed what life had to offer us. Before I was forced to move away or Stacey’s Father turned violent. Once Karen had been let loose from the heartfelt hug from Stacey she seemed to notice my predicament and smiled a nervous smile in my direction, lost for words for what to say but was saved the hassle by the announcement for our flight.

       As we made our way to find out seats I discovered to my horror (or was that to my delight?) that we were sat right in the middle of the seated area. I would have to keep any further orgasms I was bound to have as quiet as I could manage to save too much embarrassment. Though then again, I did look like a complete slut. People were going to stare at me regardless of what occurred during the flight. And that is what they did. I looked over the passengers in the Plane whilst Stacey was explaining to her Mother what she had done to me and noticed that nearly all of them were staring at me or had turned away quickly as I had met their gaze. Of course they would bitch and moan to the person sitting next to them but I could put up with that so I chose to just close my eyes and drift off for a little.

       My tongue was burning! Ouch what the fuck was that?! I had been pleasantly asleep for a little while during the flight when all of a sudden I felt my tongue begin to burn. It started off softly but it grew incredibly to the point it was hard to focus on anything else. Stacey was sitting to my left suppressing a laugh and holding the jar of hot sauce in her hands.

       “We’re about to land” She smiled as if the hot sauce was just a wake up call.

       “How does that hot sauce feel down in your private area Emma?” It was Stacey’s Mother Karen who had asked and I could see she was actually intrigued. I explained how it felt good, real good yet it burned a lot. It was the perfect mix of pain and pleasure working with the dildos though it was a struggle to talk with the way my mouth seemed to feel on fire at the moment. I was also beginning to sweat buckets from the face because of the build up of heat. As the plane landed and we rose from our seats to leave I saw every shocked face staring at me in disbelief, like I had somehow offended them.

       We were picked up from the airport by a Limousine sent on behalf of the company, much to the surprise of Stacey. The driver opened the door to a very spacious passenger area and I was further surprised to see Mr Smith sitting there with a bottle of Wine with that charming smile of his.

       “Welcome back Stacey and Emma. Oh and who’s this striking young Lady?” Mr Smith asked noticing Stacey’s Mother. Karen introduced herself and shook his hand before taking a seat. Once inside the Limousine Stacey unzipped my dress from the back and brought it down so that I was fully on display to both her Mother and Mr Smith and then loosened the bindings so that she could reapply some hot sauce to the two intruding dildos that had left me filled all day. Once she was satisfied with the coating she pushed them slowly back in and retightened the bindings. The Hot Sauce made it’s effect immediately again and I had to struggle to hear what Mr Smith was saying.

       “Well Stacey. I hope you enjoyed your time off and I thought I’d pick you up personally for the start of your Summer shift this year for a couple of reasons. Firstly as a sort of briefing which is as simple as this. Do as well as you did last year and you’ll be rewarded greatly. Secondly is to let you know we have already acquired some new slaves ready for your teachings. I came here to warn you that there will be four who are in need of training and that one of them will be something that you’re not used to. A bit of a surprise, though not one I’m sure you’d appreciate as much. For the first of these two slaves to be trained I have been paid a lot of money and you will receive a large share of that if your training is successful. Well we’re here. You’ll find the notes on your new trainees in your Kitchen. Have fun”

       I was helped out of the Limo by Karen and Stacey who seemed to be in anticipation of what this surprise may be though she was playing it down well enough to get everyone settled in. First of all she instructed her Mother that from now on for this vacation, unless she was instructed otherwise she was to be nude at all times. Karen for her part barely argued and decided to play along with it for now to see how she would like the experience. She then untied my bindings, removing my dildos which she instructed me to suck clean before throwing them in the sink to be washed before she embraced me in a passionate kiss, whispering for me to go and take a shower when our lips had parted. With the dildos removed I felt a little empty as I walked and although my pussy and tongue was still burning a little it wasn’t as bad as before and this shower was going to feel damn good. Stacey promised she would wait for me before she looked over the details on her new slaves who were currently unconscious in her basement but I didn’t want her to have to wait too long so I rushed the shower a little, making sure my insides were clean of the hot sauce before drying myself over with a towel.

       Stacey was sitting with her Mother on the sofa when I had started making my way downstairs and I had to admit although Karen was in her early forties she had a fantastic Body. Her breasts were larger than mine and she was a bit more rounder in certain areas, not as toned but a lot of people prefer the curves. I sat down the other side of Stacey, kissing her neck on the way down and giving her shoulders a gentle massage as she reviewed the files on her new trainees.

       Stacey

       Well now that we were all ready I guessed it was time to read what was expected of me for the next batch of slaves I had to train. The shower had done Emma the world of good and I appreciated the massage I was receiving from her now. First things first though. Before reading the files I had to let my Mother know what was expected of her.

       “Mother. Firstly I want you to enjoy your stay here and secondly whilst you are here I want you to delve deeper into that hidden fantasy of yours. Tell me before I start just what you dream about in those self bondage sessions of yours.” I asked and it took a few minutes for my Mother to answer but I was grateful that she was going along with it.

       “Well what I mostly fantasise about is being under someone’s control. To be commanded what to do. That’s all I know so far Stacey but I’m going to give it my best shot over the time here in Spain to try and discover more. I am  yours to command.”

       “Good. For your time here you will be referred to as slut so as to make the experience a little more realistic. You will also refer to yourself as slut at all times. You are to remain nude at all times and to begin with whilst I read these notes you are to lay on the floor with your head underneath my feet. When you are comfortable to start you will play with yourself, moaning as loudly as you can whilst also kissing and cleaning my feet.” I could see my words had acted like a sucker punch. My Mother must have thought that I was just going to ease her into the lifestyle but this was the best way for People like her. Reluctantly she pushed herself onto the floor and removed my Shoes before closing her eyes and kissing my feet for the first time. It didn’t take her too long to get into the rhythm of things and within minutes she was passionately kissing my feet rather than reluctantly and I could hear her moaning caused by the frantic pleasure on her clit. Satisfied I began to look over the first two files.

Profile 1 - Notes in Brief.

Name: Melissa Andrews

Age: 21

Status: Engaged to partner Lee Stewart (See Profile 2) for less than one month and this trip was planned for the two of them to celebrate.

Owner’s Wishes: Melissa’s new owner wishes her to become a Latex slave of sorts. Her duties will be house chores as well as looking after Lee. The Latex suit which will be delivered shortly after the delivery of Melissa will act as the Girl’s prison. The Owner expects Melissa to be completely used to all the aspects of the suit by the time her training is complete as well as being used to follow commands without hesitation.

For more in depth details please read the attached documents.

Profile 2 - Notes in Brief

Name: Lee Stewart

Age: 20

Status: Engaged to partner Melissa Andrews.

Owner’s Wishes: Lee’s new owner wishes for him to be completely feminised. He will respond to the name Candi and be chastitised at all times. Plans have been made with a local Surgeon who will help the process by implanting breasts, injecting hormones, performing surgery to change his physique to that of a more feminine one and permanently removing all unwanted hair. The Owner expects Lee to be used to anal sex and to be completely comfortable acting in a feminine manner.  For more in depth details please read the attached documents.

       What the hell?! Damn right that was an unpleasant surprise. Even with the warning from Mr Smith I still wasn’t prepared for this. I do not deal with Men in work. That was one of my conditions in accepting this position. Emma, who was reading the documents with me also recoiled a little in shock.

       “No Way. How could he even expect this of me?” I yelled, scaring my Mother at my feet with my sudden outburst and Emma put her arm around me and comforted me. After a few minutes she spoke but her words were not what I expected.

       “I think you should do it Stacey. No wait listen. You wouldn’t have to do anything you don’t want to with him and think about it. It’s the perfect way to get your own back on every Man that’s pissed you off in your lifetime.” Emma smiled.

       “Well when you put it like that. No wait. I wouldn’t even know what to do Em”

       “You’ll be fine. I’ve seen what you’re capable of and believe me you are more than capable of breaking a Man. It would be much easier than you think.”

       She had a point. I was damn good at my job and it might be interesting. Slightly calmer than before thanks to Emma, I opened the next file to read over. Judging by the sounds of pleasure coming from my Mother on the floor she was enjoying herself. She even seemed to be putting in some good effort with my feet also and it felt good. 

       “How are you doing down there Mother?” I asked suppressing a laugh. She just moaned before doubling her effort on my feet, kissing them, sucking the toes and Emma and myself laughed. Right onto the next file.

Profile 3 - Notes in brief

Names: Helen and Sarah Ashburton

Ages: 32 and 16 respectively

Details: Both Mother and Daughter have been sent to us by the Mother Helen’s ex-partner Brian, Sarah’s Father. Neither have had any experience in this lifestyle and Brian wishes for them both to be trained to be ‘cum addicts’ so they can earn him some money. Both will need to be chastisised and constantly on the edge of orgasm. He wishes to make their life hell after Helen broke up with him after he had cheated on her and his Daughter disowning him. For more in depth details please read the attached details.

       Ooh. If I had a conscience this would definitely be one job I wouldn’t take. Luckily for Brian I don’t have that much of a conscience and I don’t have too many morals anymore either.  Overall I had an interesting set of slaves to train and the next couple of months were going to be great fun indeed.

       “Hello Anyone. Help us please. Helllllooooooooo. Is there anyone out there?” the yelling came from downstairs. It seemed one of my new set of trainees had awoken. With Emma and my Mother at my side I walked down the stairs of the basement and was met with yet another surprise. The Company had upgraded my little dungeon. Gone was the cold hard floor outside the cells and in it’s place was a nice thick carpet. Each cell had a two way mirror enabling me to see inside without having to go in and looking in the one where Melissa and Lee lay unconscious I could tell they had upgraded the props as well. A huge wooden cross with shackles attached to it, a larger selection of butt plugs, dildos, whips and canes hung in view of the bound slaves were just some of the props they had brought me.

       “Help. Somebody, please?” The pleas grew more desperate and I followed the sound to the cell that was occupied by the Helen and Sarah, the Mother and Daughter. Telling both Emma to take my Mother upstairs and entertain her I moved towards the cell door. Perhaps I should let Emma have the opportunity of dominating my Mother, perhaps in the capacity of head slave. I’m sure she’d get a kick out of it. Broaden her horizons a little, I thought to myself. Slowly I opened the door and took the first step in.

       “Thank god. My Daughter and I were drugged I think and someone locked us down here. We don’t know where the hell we are or why we’re down her. Can you help us please?” The Mother plead whilst her Daughter was still sobbing. It was amazing how much the two of them looked like they could have been Sisters. The Mother who was slightly shorter than her Daughter had a very young looking face and slightly smaller than average breasts whereas the Daughter was blossoming out quite well.

       “Oh my God. What happened?” I cried, feigning a little bit of shock and desperation. “Let me see if I can help you”

       Making sure the two were still handcuffed I untied the rope that bound the two together and helped lift them. They both ran to the door with the hands still cuffed behind them and pushed only to realise I had locked the door behind me.

       “You’ll be needing this key I suppose Helen.” They turned as I held the key in my hand with a wicked smile. The Daughter looked at me hopefully but the Mother guessed what was going on and took a step in front of her Daughter, protecting her.

       “What do you want with us? How do you know my name?” She demanded.

       “It’s not what I want with you but what Brian wants with you. Right now I’m not going to go into too many details about what that is. All you need to know is that I’m paid a very large amount of money to transform People to other People’s wishes and that’s what is going to happen to the both of you. Before you think that you can’t or you won’t be transformed and start fighting me, let me assure you that it’s inevitable.”

       That seemed to have an effect on the Mother Helen, who charged at me. Fuck knows what she expected from this, maybe her anger clouded her judgement but with her arms cuffed behind her back I just simply threw her to the floor. Next came the Daughter Sarah, encouraged by Helen’s actions she began to fight as well but rather than charge right at me like a maniac she held back a little trying to kick me. I caught her leg with my left hand and pulled her closer before planting a huge slap across her right cheek and pushing her down to the floor. Before her Mother could jump up again, I pounced at her, grabbing her arms and attaching the cuffs to a chain on the floor. Satisfied she wasn’t going anywhere I turned to the Daughter. I think it was time to try out this Wooden ’X’ shaped Cross so I picked Sarah up, removed the handcuffs and despite her battling she didn’t have much strength in her and I easily bound her arms to the top of the cross. It was also very easy to attach her legs to the cross and when I had finished I picked up a pair of scissors and sliced through her T-shirt to reveal a lacy black bra. Well, Sarah wasn’t going to be needing that anymore so I snipped it in half and let it fall to the floor, allowing her Breasts to jump out. The look of horror on Sarah’s face was priceless and she struggled with her bindings trying to get loose as I repeated the process with her skirt.

       “What are you doing? Leave her alone. Please let her go, take me instead” I heard her mother cry out from the floor. How sweet, a Mother’s love so deep that she would give herself for her Daughter.

       “Why would I do that?” I laughed. “I already have the both of you” I taunted as I snipped Sarah’s matching black lacy Panties and shoved them in her mouth before holding them in with some duct tape and then covering her eyes with a blindfold.

       “Now I was going to ease you both in to this bit by bit but after your attack earlier I’ve changed my mind. To think, this is your fault now.” I told the young Girl’s Mother as I picked out a whip off of the rack. She eyed the leather whip with wide eyes and began pleading again but that wasn’t going to stop me. The first hit is always the sweetest and the Daughter’s cry echoed her Mothers as she felt the leather sting her right thigh. After ten lashes I paused for a moment and walked over to Helen who looked at me with all the hatred she could muster through her tear filled eyes.

       “Right. I don’t want to hear another sound out of you” I whispered to her so that the Daughter couldn’t hear. “For every time I hear you I will add another five lashes of the whip to the last forty I plan to give her. Nod if you understand.” I threatened. The Mother continued to stare at me, a look mixed with hatred and desperation held my gaze before she gave in and nodded. Satisfied I turned away from Helen and laid into Sarah once more. After twenty more hit’s Sarah was truly in hysterics, begging and crying into her gag.

       “How bad do you feel right now Sarah? You’re taking all this pain for something your Mother did wrong and she won’t even beg for me to stop, she won‘t even put herself in harms way to protect you.” I said looking directly into Helen’s eyes. Challenging her to say something. She just sobbed, unable to do anything that would comfort her Daughter without causing her any further pain. Sarah cries grew deeper and I could of sworn I heard a muffled and confused cry for her Mum. By the end of the forty hits Sarah was a wreck but at least for her, Helen hadn’t made a sound. She just watched her Daughter’s beating, refusing to look away from the pain she had caused her. Happy with the beginning of the Training I finished up and removed Sarah‘s gag.

       “Why are you doing this to us” she cried with a horse voice though I ignored it. I instructed Helen to say goodbye to Sarah, forcing Sarah to cry for her not to leave her and shout for her. Threatening Helen with further punishment on her Daughter I led her silently out of the room and into another cell. I left her bound to a chair in this cell facing a Television screen showing a replay of the events she had just experienced. A few hours of this should keep her entertained.

       “Have fun!” I joked locking the door behind me. Back upstairs I found my Mother suspended up against the Kitchen door with Emma teasing her with a feather. I watched silently from the basement door as Emma teased the feather down towards her Vulva and smiled to myself as my Mother seemed to struggle.

       “I’ve threatened to attach these nipple clips and spank her if she can’t hold in an orgasm until I allow her to have one” Emma thrilled. It was the right choice to let her take rein over my Mother I think. She would both excel and enjoy this new role. As I prepared some Food for the Slaves downstairs I filled Emma in on what had occurred downstairs. The expressions that played through her face showed me that she wished she could have seen them and she was delighted to learn I have all four cells wired with Cameras recording every moment. I switched on the small Television in the Kitchen and switched it to the right bit for the recordings. The Box that was plugged in split the screen into four sections so you could see all four Cells and then select the one you want to watch in full screen. Only one of the cells was unoccupied and Emma watched each one watching the Mother frustrated at seeing her Daughters abuse struggle against the bonds, the Daughter Sarah cry defeated bound to the cross and Lee with Melissa in the last Cell both confused and scared. I showed Emma how to watch what had already been pre-recorded and both she and my Mother watched the events from earlier.

       “I think I can see now why you enjoy this Job so much Stacey” My Mother commented, happy that I had distracted Emma allowing her a small break. I left them both to watch it as I continued preparing the food. For Helen, Sarah and Melissa the Food was simple, just some cold Meat and some Vegetables for today but with Lee it was slightly more complicated. I had been supplied a batch of Hormone Pills I needed to add discretely to his food. The information I had been supplied with told me these would alter his Voice to that of a Females pitch, develop some female Breasts and make both his Skin and his Emotions much more sensitive. These would take a week to fully take effect so I decided it would be best just to leave them bound and gagged in there and not to talk to them. Only removing Lee’s gag whilst he ate in my presence. That way once I began work with him next week and I removed the gag, the minute he replies to something I ask the shock of the tone of his voice will hit harder rather than noticing it gradually.

       I spent the next couple of hours watching Emma with my Mother. It surprised me how inventive Emma was with her technique in dominating her. She both degraded and instructed with the correct authority. There was one particular interesting idea where Sarah sat in the living room on the Sofa and instructed my Mother to stand masturbating in front of her facing the Video Camera Emma had set up next to herself. Whilst she was masturbating Emma conducted an interview asking how she felt. what was it like to lose all control of yourself to someone else among other questions whilst circling her, spanking and pinching her nipples. The recording ended with my Mother asking Emma for permission to orgasm and saying that she was the property of  both Emma and Stacey before climaxing. After that I encouraged them both to clean up and go out and enjoy the Beach or go Shopping, instructing Emma to take the opportunity to go and look for any Adult Toys she would like to be used on herself or would like to use on my Mother.

       Once they had left I brought the food downstairs, firstly dropping it off to Helen. Helen’s eyes were bloodshot and I could tell she had been crying from having to watch and hear the video over and over. I untied her arms and presented her with a bowl full of food instructing her to use only her mouth. I stood behind her watching as she made a complete mess spilling food down her face onto her lap. Once it was empty I filled the same bowl up with some water before heading to her Daughters Cell.

       Sarah was still half asleep when I had entered the room but was suddenly alert and full of panic once more when she heard me.

       “Don’t worry. I’ve just brought you some food. I’m not here to hurt you at this current time” I reassured her though she still eyed me wearily. To confirm what I said I held my arms up before gently undoing her bindings and helping her to the floor. In the future both Sarah’s and her Mother’s meals will be coated in Lee’s Cum but for now I thought I’d take it slowly. I instructed Sarah to be on all fours as she ate using only her Mouth and gently stroked over the red marks covering her body. She winced and began sobbing again both degraded, fearful and in pain but she didn’t plead.

       “Where’s my Mother?” She asked once she had finished eating.

       “She’s elsewhere. Helen wouldn’t volunteer to take the pain for you when I offered. I’m sorry to say but she begged me to put her in a different cell so that she wouldn’t have to worry about you.” Sarah was distraught after hearing this crying again with inaudible sighs of ’How could she?’ and ’My own Mother!’.

       “I’m really sorry Sarah but I’m going to be blunt. Your Mother has obviously abandoned you looking for any opportunity to save her own behind. I know the information you’ve been dealt today is harsh but it would be easier for you if you let me train you. If you’re not willing to go through with the programme I have set for you, you will be sent back to Brian who will become frustrated with your actions and your life will be a living hell. If you let me train you, although your life will be far from perfect I would have helped you to find little pleasures to keep yourself going. I will allow you some form of revenge upon your Mother for what she has done to you. Are you willing to try for me?”

       “Yes” She croaked defeated. It truly was a stroke of genius from me to pitch the Daughter against her Mother. I hugged the Daughter stroking her back taking care to look directly in the Camera smiling an evil smile. How do you like that? I thought to myself. I told Sarah that I’ll let her rest for a little and I would begin her training later before heading to Lee and Melissa’s Cell. Both had been struggling against their bindings but had stopped as I entered. Without saying a word I freed their hands and ungagged them then placed the food in front of them. I stood their silently watching them ignoring their useless, desperate pleas. Lee was the first to give in to his hunger as he used his hands to feed himself and shortly after Emma followed suit. Once they had finished I relieved a fresh steam of urine into the bowls and fitted them both with a ring gag. They both wore the same look of disgust upon their face, ‘I’m not drinking that!’. Well for now, it was all they were getting. They might not drink it now but eventually their thirst will get the better of them and they would give in. Silently I left the room leaving them to their thoughts on their silent captor and headed upstairs to watch them on the surveillance for a little. In the top left corner of the screen I noticed Sarah resting lapping away at the Water I had given her. To the right of Sarah’s video on the screen was her Mother who was screaming at the Camera. I turned the volume up.

       “YOU’VE TURNED MY DAUGHTER AWAY FROM ME YOU BITCH. I WILL NEVER GIVE IN TO WHAT YOU WANT! NEVER.” She looked half insane struggling against her bindings. Thank fuck those walls were soundproof otherwise Sarah would be having second thoughts about agreeing to start her training.

       Another handy feature with the upgrades that the Company had worked on during the Winter was a that a Microphone was connected to the security set up allowing me to communicate with any of the Cells. I pressed the button marked ‘Cell Two’ and began to speak.

       “Helen. I advise that you stop that this instance. You’ll regret it if you don’t. I’m not sure how clear I made myself earlier but I’m not playing around here, I’ve already got your Daughter, how long do you think you can hold up on your own?”

       Helen was shocked by the sound of my voice but continued to shout. After a minute or so my words had sunk in and she began to cry and quiet down. In the third cell I noticed that Melissa had given in to her thirst and had begun to drink my urine from her bowl yet Lee was still being defiant.

       The next thing on my to do list was to prepare the recordings. Walking through the spacious hallway in my Villa I spotted Emma and my Mother out in the Garden. My Mother was being led crawling around the grass by a lead attached to a Collar that Emma had placed on her. Emma was constantly giving instructions and hitting her with some twigs she had picked off of a bush. Smiling, I headed up to my Computer room and prepared the audio files. Since I already had Sarah willing to go through with her training all I had to do was prepare the file onto an mp3 player and hand it to her so she could drift off with it. With the other three slaves I would have to use some Chloroform on them so that the message passes through sub-consciously, that way they won’t be able to fight it. For Sarah and Helen I had to make it so that they were unable to experience an orgasm unless they tasted Male Semen. Whilst that began to work it’s way into their mind I would have to keep them on the edge of a sort of sexual frenzy, permanently aroused yet never allowed to orgasm. For Melissa there was not much to do other than keeping her obedient and with sex on her mind permanently but for Lee it was very complex. I’ve never done this before and from what I guess I had to completely alter his mind. The pills and some surgery should take care of his physique, the tone of his voice and his emotions but I needed to change the way he saw things. The way the new Owner wanted him was to be as feminine as can be and that would involve crying often, getting excited over dressing up and make up amongst other things such as enjoying romantic Drama’s and so on. Well I had a few hours to waste before going back down to the Slaves I guess it was time to get recording.

Emma

       Wow I never thought this would be so fucking fun. When Stacey said for me to take charge over her Mother’s proper introduction to Bondage I wasn’t sure how good of a job I would do. I had only ever experienced the submissive side of this lifestyle and I knew that I had a very submissive nature for a while now so this was all new to me. However Karen had been the perfect student for me. Back in England when Stacey practically blackmailed her into coming out here I thought that she was still unsure about how she felt over being dominated but she really had made an effort today. Karen was definitely unfamiliar with the pain and that was the first thing I wanted to change. Just after Stacey had left the room earlier when I had Karen suspended up against the door, Karen’s lost her fight against controlling the orgasm whilst I was teasing her with the feather. I knew she wouldn’t have lasted much longer seeing how she wasn’t used to holding back the pleasure like I was so I knew I was going to get the opportunity to use the Nipple clips. Just as her body bucked to the inevitable orgasm I attached the clips and that just enhanced her orgasm. After she recovered from her climax she became fully aware of the pinching on her Nipples she begged me to take them off but I stated that she was aware of the punishment that she would earn if she had an orgasm without me allowing it. I noted how surprised I was by how naturally I was able to dominate Karen. Whether it was that she was so willing or I had picked up more from Stacey than I thought I wasn’t too sure. Next came the spanking and to keep her keen I instructed her to continue to play with her clit whilst I whipped her. As the leather strips lashed across her body she cried out but continued to play with herself and eventually the pleasure started taking priority. She cried out less in pain and started breathing heavily. Not too long after that her body shook as another Orgasm cursed through her body.

       The rest of the Afternoon passed in a similar manner. That of getting Karen used to being in pain and in pleasure and finding her happy place. The next lesson for Karen was that of humility. I went upstairs to Stacey’s room to find her busy with the recordings and asked her where she kept her Clothes. She pointed out the Cupboard to my left and I picked out a black, Latex Mini-Skirt with a zip access at the front and a black bra and a dark, grey fishnet top. I brought them downstairs to Karen and instructed her to dress in front of the vanity Mirror in the hallway. I couldn’t help but laugh as she noticed how visible her private parts were with the mini skirt followed by her reaction when she realised the Bra was a little too small for her ample Breasts and that they barely covered her nipples as her Breasts looked like they were trying to escape the garment. With the fishnet top on she looked immensely whore-like and an idea struck me. Goths. There are many Girls I’ve seen that look incredibly sexy with the Gothic look and it was then I decided Karen was going to be my Gothic slut. The idea had come so randomly yet it was so brilliant. I shouted up to Stacey that I was taking her Mother out for a bit and led Karen out through the door. There was plenty to do.

       The Taxi dropped us off just outside the Shopping Centre and the Driver got a nice pleasant surprise as he watched Karen get out of the Taxi revealing a lot of flesh in the process. I had to call him three times before he came back to his senses and I paid the fare. Leading Karen inside the Complex I watched her reaction to the amount of People staring at her. She couldn’t meet their Eyes and instead chose to fix her gaze on the floor.

       “Keep your head up Karen.” I instructed. “Don’t be ashamed of who you are.” Reluctantly Karen did as she was told although the shame was visible on her Face. There was quite a bit for us to do to complete the look I had planned for Karen and the first stop was the Hairdressers. Karen sat in the chair quietly staring at herself in the Mirror as the Hairdresser got to work on her hair. Luckily since it was quite late in the afternoon the Shop was quiet and even though there was only one Worker on at the moment, we didn’t have to wait long. I had paid for Karen to have her dyed black with streaks of purple running through and also for some make up to be applied. Once the Hairdresser had done Karen’s Hair she smoothed over some ’whiteface’ over Karen’s face to give the impression that she was incredibly pale before she applied a thick layer of black Lipstick and added a black Eye-Liner. Once the Hairdresser, a young Woman named Selena had finished she asked me what I thought of her work. Looking Karen over I was impressed. The contrast from the pale face to the Black make up was amazing and with the clothes I had chosen for her she really was on her way to how I wanted her to look. Selena, a little too curious it seemed asked if Karen was a submissive, saying that she was looking into getting into the Lifestyle and I answered yes.

       “Well if you don’t mind, I would like to make an offer to you” Selena continued a little nervous yet unable to hide the excitement. “I will waiver all the charges for the work done on Karen’s hair and face if I could er ‘borrow’ her for a little bit.” The sales clerk said in a thick Spanish accent.

       The thought of using Karen as payment for some of the changes I was making for her never crossed my mind but now that Selena had said it, I agreed. Selena went over to the door and put up the ‘Closed for Lunch’ sign before calling for Karen to follow. I nodded at her and obey everything Selena wishes of her for the next twenty minutes. Before following Karen and Selena through the back of the Shop I set up the Video Camera I had brought with me to record Karen’s progress and positioned it so that it was able to record whilst sat in my bag. I then took a seat, relaxed and enjoyed the show. Selena had begun by telling Karen to lay down on the bench in the staff area and then proceeded to pull down her silk Panties from underneath her Skirt and stood above Karen’s Face with her legs either side of the bench. Karen barely had time to give me a worried look before Selena smothered her Sex into Karen’s unsuspecting face. I couldn’t help but feel a little turned when Selena started letting out soft gasps of pleasure and I ventured a hand down to my own willing Pussy and began to gently stroke my clit. I noticed Selena must have had some experience in this kind of domination as she held herself down for enough time to make Karen uncomfortable and breathless before she briefly brought herself up and allowed her to breathe. Karen as well seemed to have a talented Tongue and Selena was brimming on the edge of orgasm when I instructed Karen to stop. Pulling my hand away from my soaking Sex I ran over to Selena and held her down, not allowing her to get up and finishing herself off.

       “We had a deal” She couldn’t keep the frustration and the desperation out of her voice and her breathing was deep, so close to an orgasm.

       “I changed my mind. However if you wish to have your Orgasm anytime soon you will be finishing me off.” I tried to use everything that I had learned from Stacey, the right amount of authority and temptation to push the subject to do what I wanted and it had worked as the young Selena edged her head forward and delved in with her tongue. When I was about to reach my Climax I instructed Karen to continue working with her tongue and both myself and Selena buckled with pleasure as the orgasm shook through our Bodies. I patted the young Sales clerk on the head before pushing my Fingers which were soaked with my Juices into her unwilling Mouth. Within a few seconds though she was no longer disgusted or unwilling and she sucked sensually on them.

       “Good Girl” I cooed a little breathlessly. “Now we need to get going, lots more work to do but I’ll be in touch. Very soon.”

       I led Karen out of the Hairdressers leaving a bewildered Selena left standing half naked too confused to react. Our next point of interest was to stop off for some Piercings and a few Tattoos at the Tattoo Parlour. . Looking Karen over clearly on our was to the next stop I was amazed by how much younger she looked. Back in England she looked slightly older than the thirty-nine years that she had lived but the revealing Gothic clothing, the make up and the hair had taken years off of her. Her Breasts were very firm and that helped the image a lot. Before she had come out here with us she had always hidden her assets away behind thick clothing but now with the fishnet Top and the tight black Bra they were fully on view, drawing some very excitable looks from some of the Males and even the Females passing by. When we had reached the Tattoo Parlour Karen gave me another worried look but I encouraged her by saying that it would please me and in the long run herself.

       The back room of the Tattoo Parlour was where we had ended up after I asked the receptionist for a private session and explained to the worker what I had planned. He agreed that the piercings in the tongue, lip, eye and ears would accentuate the Gothic look but suggested rather than Tattoos another option which had proven popular with the Gothic community. Scarification. The process involved cutting into the Skin using a Laser device and filling it in with ink offering more of a permanent modification. I agreed that Scarification would be better and offered the Tattooist my designs. The first of which was a picture I had quickly found on the internet which displayed a very dark looking Angel and I added the words property of Emma underneath. The second design was that of a chain of metal thorns and it would reach from just above Karen’s breasts, right up above her shoulders and round the back of her neck where there would be a padlock design. I asked for a moment of privacy with Karen before he began and he left us behind the curtain.

       “Are you sure you’re okay with this Karen? This will be a permanent design and will confirm my ownership of you. We can always continue your training without this so that you could go back to your Life as you were in the future with no worries if you’d prefer.” I offered giving her a choice in the matter.

       “No, it’s fine” She stated. “My Life didn’t amount to much before you and my Daughter came back into my life. I was lonely and lost. This day has been one of the best of my life, I’ve experienced things I’ve never thought I’d be able to and it’s all thanks to you and my Daughter. I’m so glad I came. I would be proud to wear your designs” She smiled and I embraced her in a passionate kiss thanking her for her words. Thoroughly delighted, I invited the Tattooist back into the room as he begun to prepare the Needle for the work to be done. I whispered to Karen as he prepared that we were going to play the same game earlier to see if she could learn to control herself a little better and instructed her to begin to play with herself. She replied in an incredulous gaze which turned into a Smile before she gave in to her needs. The Tattooist, who had finished preparing the Needle stared in disbelief but then laughed.

       “Believe it or not. This has happened before” He chuckled before beginning the first Piercing.

Stacey

       At long last the Recordings were finished. They had taken most of the Afternoon but they were finally ready for use tonight. Just as I had finished I received a text from Emma.

       Hey Sweetheart. Having a great time at the Mall with Karen, thank you for        giving this opportunity. Check out my website you told me to start for a        breakdown of the day. Love you loads. Emma xxx

       It was great to hear she was loving the freedom I gave her to dominate my Mother. As much as I wanted to train her myself, having four Slaves was going to take up a huge amount of my time but there would be plenty of opportunity later which I was going to take full advantage of. I logged on to Emma’s website to be greeted by a Picture I had taken of her as she was bound in a hogtied position back on a Bed in the Hotel in England. I had advised Emma to make this site as a documentary of her Journey and she had been making full use of it. Ever since her first post where she had described how she had belonged to me and how happy that had made her feel she had added regularly with Pictures and Videos from sessions we had had together and added blogs of her day. I clicked on the latest one entitled ‘A New Toy’ and was shocked by the image that greeted me. It was my Mother, although it had taken me a few seconds to work that out. I read the article and agreed with Emma how the Gothic look had taken years off her. At the bottom of the page was a Video that she had recorded and uploaded from her Mobile and I pressed play on the first. It was recording the progress of my Mother’s transformation from the moment she first put on the revealing Clothes that Emma had selected for her. The picture then changed scene to that of a Woman dying my Mother’s hair and applying her makeup followed by Emma using my Mother to pay for the work done. I was impressed by the way Emma had taken advantage of the young Sales Clerk and wondered what she had planned there. The Video concluded with my Mother receiving the attention from a Tattooist as she masturbated furiously lost in a haze between the border of Pain and Pleasure. Emma ended the Video by stating that the work was almost finished and that she would post the Pictures when the work had fully healed. I couldn’t wait, though for now, there was work to do.

       Helen was crying when I entered her cell but her face quickly changed to one of Loathing as she heard me. I walked up to her Chair and turned her to face the Television once more.

       “Helen. Are you ready to submit to the Training?” I asked sternly.

       “Never. I’ll never give in. Let me and my fucking Daughter go” she screamed.

       “Wrong answer. Remember, your Daughter hates you?” I taunted. “I’m afraid this means you’ll be left here on your own to enjoy the show in solitude. Have fun” I laughed as I switched on the Tele showing Helen’s Daughter Sarah resting on the floor and then left the Cell and moved to Sarah’s Cell.

       “Hey Sarah, how are you feeling?” I asked softly as I entered the room.

       “A little better now I understand” She answered softly. “I realise there’s no other option for my now but to go with your wishes. You look like someone who always gets their way no matter what and it would be foolish for me to make this any harder for myself.” She spoke confidently and I was impressed with the direct way she spoke. I couldn’t have wished for a better start for the show her Mother was about to see.

To be Continued.        

Part Four has worked out to be lengthier than I originally imagined so it will be continued with the Story of Lee, Melissa, Sarah, Helen, Emma, Stacey’s Mother and Selena into part five. Sorry for the huge delay and I hope you enjoyed the Story.