Enslaved by my Daughter

Enslaved by my Daughter – part 6

3 weeks after part 5

I have not posted anything for the last three weeks. Miss Carrie felt it was more important for me to concentrate on my training. And I know she was right, I’m proud of what I have accomplished. I have a greater understanding of my place in the world and my true purpose in life. And I believe that I have made Miss Hilary and Miss Carrie proud of me.

The three weeks was planned as vacation time for me, and so there were no problems from my absence at the firm. And Miss Carrie has been in touch with Miss Lauren, my former assistant, so the few things that did come up in my absence were passed on to junior associates at the firm. Now my training has reached a “phase” (Miss Carrie’s words) where I may return to my career. For me that’s the good news. I have had no time to think of that during my training, but now that Miss Carrie has told me I may return to work tomorrow, I am happy. I suppose the bad news for me is that Miss Carrie has just now told me that we will be having guests this evening . . . my mother, my aunt and my two sisters! I asked Miss Carrie if I could please wear one of my nicer outfits, but she told me that I will wear my uniform as usual. I understand her wishes, but I feel confused and a sense of coming humiliation. She asked me if I wasn’t proud to be her property, and of course I assured her that I am. So she told me that I must perform well that evening, and show my family that pride in serving her.

During the last week she had a woman friend of hers, and someone I had met through her involved with me. The woman is Miss Mira, and instructor that she met at an advanced placement course a year ago. She is a clinical psychologist with a specialty in hypnosis, as well as a college-level teacher. Obviously a very bright and accomplished woman. They became good friends and I met Miss Mira one day when Miss Carrie invited me to join them for lunch (this was “before”). When we had lunch she was very friendly and tried to keep me included in the conversation. But most of what they talked about was various mind control techniques, and it was beyond my understanding (or interest). Miss Mira is a very attractive and superbly dressed middle-eastern woman, though I never found out exactly where she was from. She is tall (though not quite as tall as Miss Carrie and I) and very shapely and fit with dark, almost black, hair and eyes. Well Miss Mira has been working with me a couple of hours a day, interspersed with Miss Hilary’s training. And I must say she has helped me to understand my purpose and focus on my training. I often think that Miss Mira is using some of her psychological techniques or even hypnosis on me, But I always have a deeper understanding with my new place in life, and am more and more comfortable with my situation. I think I owe her a lot.

And Miss Mira has been invited this evening to help me understand what is required of me, if I fail to understand or accept immediately. I know that this is a test of sorts, and having Miss Mira there makes me feel somewhat more secure. She has been so very helpful to me during my training.

And then Miss Carrie told me that I would be signing my ownership contract with her as my family as witness to my formal surrender, and I will be branded with Miss Carrie’s ownership mark. She has designed and had made a special brand for her property, which is me. She is right to do all of this, of course but I still feel an uneasiness verging on fear.

But now I will bring you up to date on my training, what has been done to me and what I have learned. These are the rules that Miss Hilary informed me of three weeks ago (it seems so much longer than that). Part of my training has been for me to commit them to memory, to understand them fully and to obey them unquestioningly.

So here is what I know and understand as my future and my life.

#1 – My daughter Carrie is now “MISS” Miss Carrie to me, and her friend and my trainer is Miss Hilary, and in fact any and every woman I speak to is “Miss”, even the people I work with. I know this will be difficult for me when I do return to the office, but I do understand the necessity of this, and I will obey unquestioningly.

#2 – Miss Carrie will select one outfit for me to wear to work each day, and I will wear it. Miss Carrie has taken away all of my clothing and it is hers now. I understand and accept this willingly.

#3 - I will be allowed to sleep in Miss Carrie’s old room; she has taken the big bedroom that used to be mine. She has had a special bed made for me with a metal frame with many attachment points built in. My mattress is only a thin pad. I will spend every night in bondage . . . for the rest of my life. I understand this and feel honored that she values me enough to keep me secured at all times.

#4 – I am never allowed to wear any underwear, at work, at home or if I am taken out for some specific purpose. Miss Carrie has confiscated all of my bras and panties, the best ones are hers now and she has destroyed the rest. But I will wear a snug, secure chastity belt at all times, with my uniform at home and under my clothing at work.

#5 – I will be allowed to continue my career . . . for now. I will only go out of the house to my office or client meetings, and whenever I am out of the office I will be accompanied by Miss Lauren. The only other time I might be allowed to go out I will be accompanied by Miss Carrie, or by someone else she designates. Other than those permitted times, I will stay here in the condo and be ready to serve at any time. And I am happy and proud to do this for her, my beautiful daughter . . . I’m sorry, I mean my beautiful owner. No matter which I am glad to be her possession and to serve her wishes, whatever they might be.

#6 – I have a uniform that I wear at ALL times when I am at home. It will be laid out for me whenever I return from work. 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, I am to strip off everything I am wearing and place it into the box through that slot. I will not be able to retrieve anything once it is in the box. I will immediately dress in my uniform and lock all of the appropriate locks upon disrobing, placing my 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 me they will be part of the uniform and I must wear them as well. Miss Carrie and Miss Hilary will hold all keys to the locks.

#7 – My uniform consists 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 harness-type ring-gag with a locking strap and sometimes locking cuffs or other things Miss Carrie chooses. And of course the piercings in my tongue tip, nipples and pussy lips. I am also to attach the heavy weight she used the day of my capture to tongue ring. It must be 3 or 4 pounds, and drags my tongue far out of my mouth. Her reasoning is that it will extend the length on my tongue, which of course is very desirable for some of the services I perform. Miss Hilary measures my tongue from time to time, and she says it has already lengthened by over ½ inch, and that it will eventually increase to at least 3 to 4 inches longer than it was the day I was taken.

#8 – I 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 I will not be visible to these cameras. Miss Carrie has on-line access for the security camera system in the condo, so whatever I do will be recorded day and night, and she can also go on-line and watch me live whenever she chooses. She has had a tracker installed in both of our cars, so she will know exactly where I am every minute. For this reason I know I must go straight to the office or straight home after work with no detours. Of course I am only ever allowed to use her old car (now mine) to go to work and back. The new Mercedes I bought myself this year as a “treat” now belongs to her. When I am at the office or meeting with clients Miss Lauren will be with me and report everything I do or say to Miss Carrie. Miss Carrie also has access to all my computer activities and e-mails, and will control them. She has taken all my login’s and passwords and changed them, except for my professional e-mail at the firm, and even this she will monitor from time to time. If I am allowed access, she logs me in, then out when I have done as she has allowed/requested. I understand that it is for my own good that Miss Carrie controls my life in this way. It is a huge change and I still often feel stressed by this control, but I know it is the right thing, and I must learn to accept it wholeheartedly.

#9 – When Miss Carrie is not present I will obey Lauren while I am engaged in business, in my office or outside the office. I may not deny her anything she requests of me, whether business-related or personal. I will obey Miss Hilary at any and all times. I may not deny her anything she requests of me. Of course it goes without saying that Miss Carrie is to be obeyed immediately and without question. I am told that in the future there will be others. I understand that men are inferior to women, all women except for myself, but they may be allowed to use me or punish me in any way that Miss Carrie allows. All women are vastly superior to me, and in general I will defer to them, in any “professional time” that I may be allowed by Miss Carrie, and at any and all other times.

#10 – I will, at a point to be determined by Miss Carrie, sign several legal documents. These will legally transfer all of my various assets to her, and relinquish all of my own rights to them. My automobiles, my homes, my bank accounts, all of my investments; everything I now own will become hers. And I will sign a contract surrendering myself to her ownership, with all terms and conditions included. And I have been told that this latter will happen tonight with my family witnessing it.

So aside from memorizing and understanding my rules, I have learned to become competent at many services. Things like using my tongue to greatest effect on pussies and ass-holes. Miss Hilary has been lengthening my tongue during my training by hanging a very heavy weight from my tongue-ring all day. It only comes off when I sleep. Miss Hilary has been measuring my tongue distance from my lower teeth that I am able to extend it) since we began. I’m proud to say that it has lengthened by over ½ inch since I began and she tells me it will eventually extend over 6 inches. I can also tell that it has gotten stronger and more flexible, and I can tell from what Misses Carrie and Hilary say when they discuss my training that I have become more pleasing to them with it. That makes me proud.

I can swallow all the piss Miss Carrie or Miss Hilary gives me. I drink it direct from their pretty pussies and never waste a drop. I never thought I’d get used to this, but now I understand this is an important part of my service, and I am even a bit proud of my ability to swallow any quantity of piss. But I have been told that this evening I must also serve all of our guests in this way also. I don’t like the idea, it’s so very humiliating, drinking piss from my mother, my aunt, my two sisters; but I also realize I can’t avoid that humiliation. When I was told of this I tried to beg Miss Carrie to please not make me do it. Well, I suffered for that, and while the thought still humiliates me so that I think I can’t bear it, I know that I will do it.

My ability to take dildos has grown during this this three weeks also. I was never much for oral sex with men or women with strap-on’s and couldn’t even come close to deep throating. But even in this three weeks Miss Hilary has conditioned me to take orally a dildo on her strap-on that is 1½ inch diameter and12 inches long. And she has forced it all the way down my throat, far past any gag reflex, until her belly is pressed tight against my face. She holds it there too, to develop my ability to hold my breath. It has taken me a while to learn how to breathe as she pumps into me. In early training she held it down my throat so long that if I hadn’t breathed in the correct rhythm I would pass out. I always wear my ring gag for this (in fact I wear it most of the time I am at home) and Miss Hilary has gradually increased the size of the ring, so now my mouth can open much wider than ever before. She has told me that I will continue to be trained until I can take much larger and longer ones.

And I have increased my tolerance in my ass-hole and pussy. Miss Hilary now fucks me with dildos 2 ¼ inches diameter and 12 inches long. I have to say this training hurt, it still does even as my “capacity” has grown since Miss Hilary keeps increasing the size dildo she uses in her strap-on. For my pussy, I know they can’t get any longer than perhaps 14 inches without causing severe internal damage, which I know Miss Carrie doesn’t want. But I have been told that the diameters will increase in both holes, and that my ass-hole should be almost “bottomless” and that I will be trained top take 2 feet or more at 3-4 inches diameter. That’s frightening, since even now Miss Hilary’s fucking is painful. But I know I can’t disappoint her by showing much reaction.

My pain tolerance has increased substantially, although I am told I still have far to go and this training will continue to escalate. I am whipped with a riding crop, leather strap, short single-tail whip and cane. There are marks, sometimes welts on my tits, ass and inner and back of my thighs . . . these seem to be the areas Miss Hilary prefers. Often directly on my nipples or pussy and clit. THAT still makes me scream. The last week Miss Hilary has started using needles on many sensitive areas of my body, especially those that are her favorite targets for whipping.

I have learned to hold extreme positions, even when they become painful, for long periods. One example is my “greeting” position at the door, where I am on my knees with my legs spread wide, my hands behind my back, and my face and open mouth tilted upwards. I will be in this position this evening, to greet our guests, and tonight I am also to have my hands cuffed behind my back, and my elbows strapped tight together also.

I never used to talk this way, words like pussy, ass-hole, tits, piss, fuck, but part of my training has been to be direct in my writing, and since I am a slut to speak like a slut when I write. Of course I am not allowed to use my voice to actually speak to either of the Misses, except in acknowledgment of my understanding of training instructions or to ask questions if I am not clear on what is desired of me. And a little goes a long way here. If I don’t understand Miss Hilary’s instructions readily she slaps my face until I cry, and whips my ass or tits until they burn. If I am given a command to do something I have already learned, I am simply to comply without speaking. I have learned to do this, and I believe Miss Hilary and Miss Carrie are pleased with my progress. Still, it seems there are always reasons to punish me. I really can’t ever relax or be secure in the idea that I am doing well with my training.

But now I must end this posting. Our guests will be here in an hour and I am to take my position at the door so I greet everyone as they arrive. The thought of showing myself to my mother, my aunt, my sisters, like this is still extremely humiliating, I feel tears building on my eyes. All the same I know it must be done sooner or later. Miss Mira has explained that if I am to fully accept my place and bring the most pleasure to Miss Carrie I must not be ashamed of being a slut . . . I need to be proud of it. I feel a small sinking in my heart knowing that I will, it is inevitable and I will do my best for Miss Carrie.

To be continued . . .