Enslaved by my Daughter

Enslaved by my Daughter – part 5

Finally . . . finally the forced marching stopped. But Miss Hilary didn’t let me rest or sit down. She told me there was one more lesson for me, then I could relax by licking her pussy and ass. In my state of mind this was good news! She then told me to get on my knees, which with some struggle I managed to do. She had led me to a position about four feet back from the front door, and had me on my knees facing the door, my arms cuffed behind my back. She put her foot between my knees and gently kicked from side to side as she kept saying. “spread them, wider, wider Ms. Walker” and nudging my knees further and further apart. Now that was uncomfortable too and I felt the muscles and tendons of my upper thighs and crotch stretching tight. And add to that the tight grip of the steel chastity belt and the horrible pressure inside me from those huge plugs. The she tilted my head up further until I was almost facing the ceiling. My neck ached from my collar, my jaws ached from wearing the ring gag all day, I was beginning to ache all over from everything I’d experienced today and now holding this position was beginning to make my back ache too. But finally Miss Hilary was satisfied. She left me alone for a time, I have no idea how long . . . but I knew very well I had better hold that position, no matter how uncomfortable I was.

Finally, when I was certain I couldn’t hold another second, I saw Miss Hilary standing over me. “You’ve done really well today Ms. Walker”, she said to me, “that’s wise of you, it will be so much easier for you if you just give in and adapt to your new life”. I understood, and again a few tears dribbled from the corners of my eyes. Miss Hilary smiled and said, “you’re so cute when you cry Ms. Walker, I just love it”, then she leaned down and licked off my tears. “Cute” I thought, a girl half my age calling me “cute” . . . how humiliating . . . and more so because I knew I couldn’t do a thing to stop her. Then she moved over my face and I saw that she had no undergarments on. “O.K. Ms. Walker, just one more lesson for you before Miss Carrie gets home”, she said, and pulled my wide open mouth tight against her vagina. Then she said, “swallow it ALL Ms. Walker, don’t you dare spill any”, and let loose a stream of urine directly into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and I choked and gagged, but she just grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face tight against her. She was so strong I couldn’t even begin to pull back, and her stream continued filling my mouth. Then she pinched my nostrils shut, and I knew it was swallow or choke. I sputtered, coughed and gagged, but in the end I did manage to swallow all of her urine. There was a LOT, she must have been saving up all day for my “lesson”. It tasted tangy and salty, a bit “funky” I suppose, but not that terrible. It was more the idea of it. I knew I would get used to that taste. I actually felt a bit full, and I felt my stomach churning and willed myself NOT to gag or vomit. But when I realized this would be a regular thing for me I almost did, but I knew I must stop myself. I would learn . . . I MUST learn!

Just then Miss Hilary’s phone rang. I could tell by her end of the conversation it was Miss Carrie. She finished by saying, “I think she’s ready for you to test her . . . yes, I hope so Miss”, and a worried look flashed across her lovely face. I realized that if I disappointed Miss Carrie, not only would I be punished severely, but so would Miss Hilary. And then I would have to spend the entire next day with her, and I knew what would happen to me THEN. I knew how strong she was, and she had already told me how much she loved hurting me. I would try my best to please her by pleasing Miss Carrie. It struck me at that moment that I was already thinking of her as “Miss Carrie”, not Carrie, my sweet lovely daughter . . . and I shuddered. It made me sad, but I knew today was only the beginning . . . of the rest of my life! A tear slid from my eye . . . it seemed as if I was crying all the time now.

I stayed in that most uncomfortable posture for almost another hour. Miss Hilary sat on the sofa nearby reading a book and using her ipad. Finally I heard the key turn in the lock and Miss Carrie came in. I was about 5 feet inside the door, on my uncomfortably wide-spread knees, head tilted back, wrists cuffed together behind my back, elbows strapped tightly together and wearing my uniform of course which included that huge ring-gag spreading my mouth wide open. I had been nearly motionless in that position for so long my poor body ached all over.

Miss Carrie looked down at me and smiled, then turned to Miss Hilary, who had stood to attention as she came through the door. “So Hil, my sweet little slut, is she ready” she questioned? Miss Hilary responded with a, “yes Miss, she’s ready”, glancing at me with a hard look in her lovely eyes. I knew I had better repeat my performance of only an hour ago, and be VERY good at it or I would face her wrath tomorrow, if not sooner.

As Miss Carrie stepped up to me, raising her skirt and straddling my face, I saw she was wearing no panties. She must have wanted to be ready to do this quickly. Then I felt Miss Hilary’s strong hands press my face tight against Miss Carrie’s vagina. Immediately I felt and smelled her stream against the back of my throat. As I desperately gulped it all down, I heard Miss Carrie say, “ohhh God Hil, that feels so good . . . I’ve been holding it all day”. And she must have been, her musky, salty stream seemed as if it would never stop.

Then she asked Miss Hilary, “Aren’t you feeling like you could use a trip to the bathroom too”, motioning to my still upturned face and open mouth. Miss Hillary replied, “I am; thank you so much Miss Carrie”. Then she straddled my face and I tasted her urine again. And while I served as Miss Hilary’s toilet Miss Carrie took video of me, focusing closely on my face. There would be no question that it was ME. Miss Hilary too seemed very full, and my stomach now gurgled in turmoil. I hadn’t been fed all day and my belly was filled with over a quart of urine, nothing else. I whimpered softly, knowing full well that if I didn’t manage to keep it all down there would be severe consequences. I was already clear on the fact that there would be NO mercy for me if I displeased either Miss Carrie or Miss Hilary. Tears began to flow involuntarily down my cheeks. I didn’t dare cry and sob, but I couldn’t stop the tears.

Then the 2 girls exchanged a long, deep kiss. Miss Carrie turned to me then and said, “remember when you used to be my mom (those words “used to be” caused my tears to stream faster) how we used to kiss”? Then an immediate hard, hard slap stung my cheek and snapped my head to one side. Then another, even harder! “That’s how I’m going to kiss you now slut”, she said. Then she smiled and nodded to Miss Hilary who stepped over in front of me and slapped me yet again, and sooo much harder than Miss Carrie had. And then again harder still. My head was ringing and my eyes had blurred over completely from the flow of tears. Now I couldn’t help myself I sobbed; bit in pain and in despair. So now this was a “kiss” for me. Everything that had been done to me the last few days was a blow to my strength, my sense of self. I wondered how much lower I could go. An understanding and answer to THAT question flickered in the corners of my mind, but I refused to face it.

After a moment Miss Carrie said to me, “I’ll bet you’d like to kiss ME now . . . well here’s how you will do it in the future”. She turned and spread her butt-cheeks apart and I felt Miss Hilary push my face right up against her little pucker. I whimpered again . . . this was my daughter for God’s sake! Miss Hilary bent down and whispered to me, “get that tongue out Ms. Walker; as far as you can”. I must have hesitated because she grasped one of nipple rings, pulled and twisted HARD, then dug her fingernails deep into my nipple. My tear-filled eyes widened and I squealed loudly through my ring-gag . . . but I obeyed. My face was pressed hard and deep into my daughters lovely, lush ass, I couldn’t pull back and couldn’t squirm away. In fact I could barely breathe and I knew I had no choice. I felt Miss Carrie’s rear relax and heard her sigh as my tongue slid into her pretty rear. I pushed as deep as I could and wriggled it a bit, I didn’t want to be hurt again. I felt Miss Carrie shudder and moan as she orgasmed. After a shuddering, sighing moment she pulled away and looked me in the face, smiling widely. “Now THAT’S how you’ll kiss ME my slut”, she told me. My stomach gave another flip, but I held tight to keep control over it. I didn’t dare vomit, no matter how much I felt like it at that moment. I knew I needed to learn . . . and like it or not, I knew I WOULD learn.

Finished with me . . . for now . . . they went over to the sofa and sat down together. I had to put my head more upright, my neck was so sore it simply couldn’t endure any more leaning back. They kissed and necked for a while as I enviously (and hopelessly) watched all that affection. There was some whispering between them and the occasional glance at me as I knelt there. Miss Hilary giggled and left the room looking at me as she walked out down the hall. She returned momentarily carrying a sofa cushion with a u-shaped cut-out in it. It was upholstered to match the sofa and the other cushions, and I watched her remove a cushion and replace it with the one she had just brought in. By now I had been in that stressed position for over 2 hours. My eyes were filling with involuntary tears from the ache of holding that position. I felt my tired, stressed muscles quiver and spasm and hoped I wouldn’t cramp up. Perspiration streamed down my body and I felt tickles from the dribbles of it running down my sides, my thighs, everywhere. And now since I’d straightened up my head, I felt myself drooling heavily (my aching jaws held open wide by that monstrous ring-gag) and felt it running down between my breasts.

Just when I thought I might collapse right there, Miss Hilary came over, grabbed my hair, and pulled me to my feet. I was so exhausted I could hardly stand on my shaking legs, but she marched me over to the sofa and turned me to face away from it. She grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted it as she forced me to my knees, facing away from the sofa. Miss Carrie came over and said to me, “we’re going to make some plans for you slut, and you don’t need to know what they are”. With that she pressed earplugs deep into both my ears. Then she and Miss Hilary took each of my ankle cuffs and bound them to the front legs of the sofa, pulling roughly and spreading them wide apart. She disappeared for a moment and returned carrying a sort of large, solid cushion that she placed behind my back, then forced me to bend backwards pressing my head down to the sofa, arching my poor, stressed body backward until my head nestled into a “head-sized” cut-out in the cushion. I hadn’t seen that when she put it down, but now it held my head snugly in place with my face up and level with the sofa cushions. There were ropes she put through the d-rings at the sides of my collar and pulled down tight, then a wide strap that she ran across my forehead and tightened down. I never saw how these fastenings worked, but my head was now held immobile and face up, with my ring gag still holding my mouth open wide. I could see them talking and laughing but I couldn’t hear a thing because of the earplugs. The last thing I saw before Miss Hilary’s beautiful butt planted on my face was Miss Carrie dropping on the sofa beside my head a riding crop and some sort of an electrical prod. My cry of terror was silenced by Miss Hilary’s lovely pussy and lush ass. She wriggled herself tight against my face.

I struggled to breathe, but I knew what was expected of me and my tongue got busy immediately . . . I knew I had no choice! I lapped and licked and probed. I felt her orgasm and felt her gush, and then again. But my mouth was getting so tired I was slowing down. I tried to keep going, but I swear my jaws were cramping. But then I felt a hard, stinging snap on my inner thigh, and then on the other leg, and again and again. Then, even harder right between my helplessly spread thighs, right on my clit. And over and over, harder and harder. I was straining and struggling, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. I screamed and screamed, but it was all muffled by Miss Hilary’s rear and thighs. I struggled to breathe, my body ached with stress and my clit felt as if it were on fire! But I kept trying to satisfy her again with my tongue, licking and probing desperately. Then I felt her shudder in a huge orgasm and gush in my waiting face. I felt her sticky-sweet fluid smear my face, drip into my mouth, run into my nose.

Now she slid forward so her rear was positioned directly over my mouth. I hesitated a bit too long, and felt an excruciating jolt of electricity on my clit. I screamed and screamed into Miss Hilary’s lush ass, but it was completely muffled by her soft flesh. I sensed that she and Miss Carrie were both giggling at my pain. I didn’t hesitate a moment longer thrusting my tongue as deep into that sweet ass as I could manage, probing and wriggling it. It wasn’t long before I felt a tensing in her muscles and a shuddering that told me she had another orgasm. Confirming this she slid forward smearing her pussy juice across my face. Of course I licked desperately, I was quickly learning what I needed to do. She repeated this a few times then finally lifted off my face. Through tear-streaked vision I saw Miss Carrie come over and sit squarely on my mouth. By now I wanted to pleasure her just the way I had done for Miss Hilary. But just as I thrust my tongue into her she released a stream of urine into my mouth. I choked and gulped to swallow it. Whatever it would take to please her, I WANTED to please her, so quickly had all resistance been stripped away. And that was the end of the evening for me. Miss Carrie told Miss Hilary to put me to bed. She led me to my room and let me flop down on the thin mattress, then began to bind me in my “sleep position”. She bent down and kissed me, saying, “you’re doing really good Ms. Bennett, you’re learning fast”. And as she turned just before she turned out the lights and shut (and locked) the door she said to me, “get your rest Ms. Bennett, you have another hard day tomorrow. In fact you have three weeks of hard days coming up.” It was frightening to think of this going on, and perhaps further . . . I had no idea. But I was so exhausted I was asleep by the time she shut the door.

To be continued . . .