Enslaved by my Daughter

Enslaved by my Daughter – part 3

I just lay there, still trussed up helplessly, still in all sorts of pain . . . looking up at Hilary’s beautiful face as she knelt over me smiling widely. I didn’t speak right away, I needed to just breathe deep for a while as I caught my breath. But her words whirled in my mind, “I’ve dreamed about you”, she had said to me. And truth be told, I had often dreamed about HER! I had always thought of her as wonderfully sexy, since she had been quite young. In spite of what she’d just said, I wondered if I might convince her to be a bit kind to me. If I just pleaded with her, I’m a lawyer, I should be good with the right words . . . or so I thought. It turns out I didn’t know Hilary as well as I thought I did!

As soon as I got my breath back and could speak. Then my words came rushing out . . . I hoped she would give me time to say what I wanted to say to her: “Hilary dear, I’ve dreamed about YOU too! You’re so beautiful, so sweet and good-natured. I’ll give you whatever you want, just please, PLEASE help me convince Miss Carrie not to do this to me. It’s gone far enough already hasn’t it? I’ll do anything for you Hilary, ANYTHING. Just please help me . . . PLEASE!”

She smiled sweetly at me as I spoke these words, and more, begging, pleading to her good nature! But as I “ran down”, my speech made for better or worse, her expression changed. She wasn’t smiling anymore, and her lovely, sweet face had assumed a stern, “hard” expression. Then SHE spoke to me: “You don’t understand at all, do you Ms. Walker? What I dreamed about when I dreamed of you was HURTING you, making you suffer! Miss Carrie always hurts me, and I can’t stop her. I know I will always do what she wants, be what she wants me to be. I love her, Ms. Walker . . . but I DON’T love YOU! When Miss Carrie wants me to hurt you I will, and I’ll love doing it for her. I got so hot watching you yesterday, hanging there in your own living room, being punished by everyone . . . I almost orgasmed right then. I helped Miss Carrie plan this. I WANT you to be just where you are right now . . . helpless!” As she was speaking my heart was plunging in despair. The one I thought might help me was as cruel and selfish as Miss Carrie, perhaps even more so. As my tears started again, Hilary forced the ring-gag into my mouth and strapped it in tight, then the inflatable, pumping it up to a mouth-filling, jaw-stretching size. NOW she was smiling again!

She held my head so I must look straight into her face and tells me, “Miss Carrie wanted me to explain the new rules for the rest of your life, so you can understand what she requires of you. You need to listen and pay attention, and OBEY them! I get to punish you if you screw up, and I hope you DO screw up! Do you understand?” As she’s saying those last words, she grabs my hair and holds my head still looking me straight in the eye. I must have seemed confused, I didn’t respond immediately, so she slapped me across my face . . . HARD, I felt it in my teeth, and the tears immediately began pouring from my eyes. She slapped me the same way several times, until my head was ringing and I sobbed uncontrollably. I wanted to tell her “yes, I understood”, but she kept slapping my face. When she stopped for a moment I tried to say “yes, YES I do understand”, but with my gag it came out as, “ehh, ehh I uhh uhhstaa”. Fortunately I was also nodding my head “yes” as vigorously as I was able with her gripping my hair. With that hard, serious expression on her face, she said, “good . . . good Ms. Walker . . . because this was nothing compared to what I’ll do to you if you disappoint Miss Carrie”. I still saw Hilary as beautiful and sexy, and she still aroused that special tingle in me, but now I was AFRAID of her!

And then she told me the rules:

#1 – Miss Carrie is now “MISS” Miss Carrie to you, and I am Miss Hilary, and in fact any and every woman you speak to is “Miss” to you. Even the people you work with, do you understand?     My heart sank even lower, but I nodded “yes”. I knew better than to refuse or resist.

#2 – Miss Carrie will select one outfit for you to wear to work each day. You will wear it! You notice you’re in your closet, and your clothes are all gone? That’s because they are not yours any more, they belong to Miss Carrie now.    I nodded again, thinking “maybe if I try to be agreeable she won’t be so rough with me”.

#3 - You will be allowed to sleep in her old room, she has taken the big bedroom that used to be yours. She has had a special bed made with a metal frame with many attachment points built in. The mattress will be a thin pad. You will spend every night in bondage . . . for the rest of your life. Understand?    Tears fill my eyes but I nod my head; yes, I DO understand. This is so very awful, but what choice do I have now?

#4 – you will never be allowed to wear any underwear, at work, at home or when you are taken out for some specific purpose. Miss Carrie has confiscated all of your bras and panties, they are hers now.

#5 – You are allowed to continue your career . . . for now. You will only go out of the house to your office or client meetings, and whenever you are out of the office you must be accompanied by Miss Lauren. The only other time is when you are accompanied by Miss Carrie, or by someone else she designates. Other than those permitted times, you will stay here in this condo and be ready to serve at any time.    My mind has gone numb. Can this really be happening? Are the things she’s telling me really the way my fife will be now?

#6 – You will have a uniform that you will wear at ALL times when you are home. It will be laid out for you whenever you return from working or elsewhere. There will be a large box with a slot in the top placed next to the front door. Immediately upon entering, whether alone or accompanied, you will strip off everything you are wearing and place it into the box through that slot. You will not be able to retrieve anything once it is in the box.

#7 – your uniform will consist of, sheer, dark, thigh-top stockings, 6 inch stiletto pumps, with a locking ankle strap, a high leather posture collar with a lock, and a ring-gag with a locking strap, and sometimes locking cuffs or other things Miss Carrie chooses. You will dress in your uniform and lock all the locks immediately upon disrobing and placing your clothing in the box. At times there may be other items added to the uniform and there will be instructions for using/wearing them. If they are left for you they will be part of the uniform and you must wear them as well. Miss Carrie will hold the keys to those locks.

#8 – You will be watched and monitored 24/7/365. She has had additional security cameras installed in every room; at least one, often more. There is no area in the condo where you will not be visible. Miss Carrie has on-line access for the security camera system in the condo, so whatever you do will be recorded day and night, and she can go on-line and watch you live whenever she chooses.    Now I realize my mistake in having her handle all of our home security arrangements. But it’s too late now!    She has had a tracker installed in both of your cars, so she will know exactly where you are every minute. For this reason it will be best for you to go straight to office or home with no detours, or . . . ? When you are at the office or meeting with clients Lauren will be with you and report everything you do to Miss Carrie. If you aren’t complying with her every wish you will be severely punished.   Hilary smiles broadly as she tells me this, and from what she told me a few minutes ago, I know she will very much enjoy punishing me.

#9 – You will, at a point to be determined by Miss Carrie, sign several legal documents. These will legally transfer your various assets to her, and relinquish all of your own rights to them. Your automobiles, your homes, your bank accounts, all of your investments; everything you now own will become hers. And finally you will sign a contract surrendering you to her ownership, with all terms and conditions included. Do you understand?    Now I’m sobbing hopelessly. This has all gone too far, too fast. I don’t want any of this, I don’t want to sign everything including my very “self” over to my daughter . . . but somehow I know that I WILL.

#10 – When Miss Carrie is not present you will obey Lauren while you are engaged in business, in your office or outside the office. You may not deny her anything she requests of you. You will obey Hilary at any and all times. You may not deny her anything she requests of you.    She looks at me and smiles broadly as she tells me this. Even through my tear-clouded eyes I imagine that I detect a sinister gleam in her eyes.    In the future there will be others. Men are inferior to women, all women except for you, but they may be allowed to use you or punish you in any way that Miss Carrie allows. All women are vastly superior to you, and in general you will defer to them, in your “professional time” that you may be allowed by Miss Carrie, and at any and all other times. Do you understand?    Oh GOD, I think . . . my career, my associates, my clients! How can I live like this, HOW?

I began to cry hopelessly. Then I saw Hilary smiling down at me and rubbing herself, and I realized my humiliation and my tears were arousing her. I tried to stop crying, but I just couldn’t.

Finally I sniffled my way to the end of my tears. Then Hilary, I mean Miss Hilary, freed me from my leg bondage, but only that and grabbed my hair yanking me to my feet. I could barely stand, my legs exhausted and cramped from yesterday and last night, but I had to manage or my hair would be ripped out. She was a big girl, not at all fat, just smooth and shapely, and I had always seen her as beautiful, feminine, soft and sweet, but now I knew that the “sweet” part of her didn’t really exist. As far as the rest, she was indeed all that; but I now realized just how strong she was as well. Even if I were my former self (I was very fit and strong myself) and it were still “before”, she could have beaten my down so very easily. I understood I had better try to please her. She was as cruel as Miss Carrie, perhaps even more so.

I staggered but did manage to walk, following her into a third bedroom in our condo. It was a big room, perhaps bigger even that my, my former, bedroom, and it had always been used as a storage room, but now it was all changed. There were bolts and chains hanging from the ceiling with chains hanging from them, electric hoists on a couple of the ceiling bolts. And several pieces of metal equipment. There were shelves and cabinets along one wall and hanging from one of the other walls, was the most frightening array of instruments and equipment I could imagine . . . and I didn’t even want to try to imagine what might be in those drawers. What I could see was enough; whips, crops, switches of various sorts, Many strap-on didlos in all sizes, some so large I thought they might be fatal if used, clamps of all kinds, probes and speculums and other medical equipment, gags and harnesses and mouth clamps/ring gags and the like in all sizes, I had to turn my eyes away.

I had started whimpering and wanting to beg Miss Hilary again, but she saw it in my eyes and slapped my face hard several times. “This is going to be your classroom, Ms. Bennett”, she said, “and I’m your teacher”. She continued, “I’m going to conduct your private classes during the day, and Miss Carrie will evaluate you every evening. If you can’t satisfy her goals for your progress, then we’ll BOTH be punished. And I tell you, Miss Carrie punishes me often enough just for fun, so if she ever punishes me because of YOU, well, I can’t begin to tell you how bad it will be for you after that. Do you understand Ms. Bennett?” I nodded my head in fear. She smiled, saying, “I’m going to train you to be the lowly slut you were always meant to be, do you like that”? Much as I DIDN’T like that, I knew I had better nod in agreement . . . and I did. Something just told me that Miss Hilary (I had already adapted to this) would have her way, and I would become what Miss Carrie wished me to be. But what? Wasn’t this, what she had already done to me, enough for her? I had no idea how far she might go, and I knew I would never be told just “re-made” . . . and I felt that I probably didn’t want to know where my life was headed now. I didn’t have long to ponder . . .

Miss Hilary dragged me over to a small table in the room, metal with a padded top and many, many rings all along the edges and the legs. I knew these were bondage attachment points. I was quickly bent over the table and my torso strapped down tight with wide leather straps. My arms were still bound tight behind my back but the straps were tightened down right over them. Strapped down that way, I found it was hard to breathe, I had to concentrate and could only draw shallow breaths, and my arms were growing numb by now; I wriggled my fingers, but could scarcely feel them. Then I felt my legs being spread one at a time and strapped down tight to the outward-slanting legs of the table. The straps were all pulled so hard and tight I could feel them sinking into my soft flesh. I tried to flex one of my legs, but couldn’t budge it, I was immobilized from the neck down. Then I felt her press one of my ass-cheeks to one side and I felt a leather strap pulled across it and strapped down tight. Then the other one. Now my rear was spread invitingly wide open. I could almost feel the air moving across my desperately clenched anus. And it made my pussy more exposed too, but there was yet more. I had forgotten the rings that had been put in my vagina lips. I felt Miss Hilary running something through each ring (perhaps a thin cable or cord, I couldn’t tell) and stretching each ring out pulling my outer lips to near the point of pain. When she had done this with all 6 rings, I felt my poor vagina exposed and vulnerable, just like my other 2 holes. And as hurt and uncomfortable and humiliated as I was, I shamefully realized that My slit was throbbing, and I could feel myself getting wet. I heard some shuffling and sounds in the room behind me, but couldn’t turn my head enough to see what Miss Hilary was doing back there.

She came around to my head, deflated my inflatable gag and pulled it out through my ring gag. Then she removed the gag. I saw she was totally naked, and I got a flash of arousal seeing her lovely nude body. I flexed and stretched my cramped jaws. I started to say, “thank you so much Miss Hil . . . ”. But I was cut off by a hard slap across the face that snapped my head to the side and immediately started my tears flowing. She gave me a hard look as she said, “you don’t speak Ms. Bennett . . . EVER”! She held another ring-gag harness in her hand and the ring looked huge to me, much bigger than the one I had been wearing. She said, “I think this will be a little painful for you Ms. Bennett, but you’ll need to get used to it”. Then she smiled and began working it into my mouth, forcing it upright then tightening the harness straps so that there was no way I could dislodge it. I had been looking at her breasts, upper body and beautiful face, but as my head bent forward and my gaze drifted down, and I saw that she was wearing a strap-on dildo . . . the biggest one I had ever seen, it had to be well over a foot long and more than 2 inches in diameter.

Just then I felt my head pulled up and back. The ring gar she used was a “harness-type” and had a couple of D-rings were attached to it, and it was with a rope or cable attached to the one at the top of my head that Miss Hilary was pulling my head back. She was slowly but steadily pulling back my head until my face was directly forward. And pulling on the gag harness that way also pulled the ring itself even deeper into my mouth. Oh God, my neck was aching my stretched jaw hurt, I had to gasp for breath. The tears that Miss Hilary’s slap had started kept flowing down my cheeks. I was frightened and angry; I strained my muscles as hard as I could manage; I screamed with rage. I accomplished nothing, I was immobilized; my holes were all 3 exposed, wide open and vulnerable. I felt totally defeated . . . I WAS defeated. Miss Hilary would do as she wished with me and it would be impossible to resist her. I felt something cold dribbled on my rear and smeared into my anus. I shuddered.

Miss Hilary came around in front of me again and I looked up at her beautiful face. I couldn’t speak, only squeal. And even if I had been able to speak, I knew I would be punished if I did. My eyes were pleading with her for mercy, “please take it easy on me, at least at first”, I was thinking. As if she read my mind she said, “This is going to hurt you Ms. Bennett, but it has to be done. Most of what I’m going to do to you will hurt, but you need to learn to accept that pain as something you deserve. Miss Carrie wants me to break you and train you to be what she wants. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you will adapt. The more you struggle, the more I’ll hurt you.” Then she went around behind me again. I knew what was about to happen. I remembered how huge her strap-on was, and my tears flowed again, and I sobbed as best I could. Then I felt something press against my tight butt-rose, and I clenched in fear. Miss Hilary said, “If you just relax it won’t hurt so much.” I tried to relax my anal muscles, I really did, but I was just too frightened to do it.

I was so frightened at least partly because I had never had anal sex in my life. I never “experimented”, there had never been so much as a finger back in there. Almost forty years old, hundreds, perhaps even thousands of sexual encounters with both sexes, and nothing in my rear, EVER. Many had wanted to, but I simply wouldn’t allow it. I’d regret my “ass-virgin” status. And now THIS!

“Well, if that’s the way you want it”, she said and I felt the pressure against my poor little hole even harder. My heart was beating so hard I thought I might have a heart attack, I almost wished I would have one. What kind of a nightmare had my life become? Then I felt her grip my hips, digging her fingernails into my soft flesh, and then . . .

Then she “broke through” and I felt as if I was being ripped apart. She didn’t hesitate, she plunged into me the full length of that monstrous dildo. I strained every muscle in my body trying to wriggle, trying to escape the horrible pain that washed over me. I thought my rectum was being torn apart and I could feel the full length of her strap-on pushing through my intestines, pressing against my stomach. I felt like retching, but I knew I had better not. But I screamed and screamed and screamed as she pulled back and thrust hard into me again, and again, and again. My mind was reeling and my thinking hazy . . . there was nothing in my head then except that pain and the knowledge that I couldn’t escape it. And it went on and on and on. And at I point I realized that it was still early in the day. How much longer would this go on? What else would she do to me? In my confused mental state, I wanted Miss Carrie to come home. I thought she’d “save” me from this. But of course she wouldn’t, she would probably join in.

I kept screaming, the pain went on and on. “Oh God, Oh God”, I thought, “I’m in hell”!

To be continued . . .