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Enslaved by my Daughter – part 7
My body aches with stress as I hold my greeting position. And my jaw aches too, Miss Hilary used a much larger ring for my ring gag than ever before. I am afraid my jaw muscles will cramp, but Miss Hilary has strapped in the gag perfectly, and locked it tight. Whatever happens, my mouth will stay wide open. And I think that my collar is even tighter, certainly much higher . . . I can’t even move my head around. I know it has been well over an hour. I feel the perspiration beginning to trickle down my body. My jaw aches, my stretched neck hurts, and my legs and belly and back muscles quiver with stress . . . but I must hold the position I can’t help but dwell on how very humiliating this will be but how could I possibly avoid it. Impossible, just as it is impossible now to change anything, to have any influence at all over my future. I repeat to myself, I must please Miss Carrie, I MUST. Then finally the doorbell rings . . . !
My mother Janine is first to arrive and with her is her sister my Aunt Melinda. Oh God, how humiliating. I want to turn my head away but I know I must not do that. I blush and I feel tears form in my eyes. For my own mother to see me like this, and my aunt too. But then I am the property of my own daughter, so it really shouldn’t matter. Mom and Aunt Melinda smile down at me and pat my head. Mom says to me, “aren’t YOU a good little slut my dear”, and then to Miss Carrie, “I’m proud of you and what you’ve done with my daughter . . . she has been due for this for a long time”. I never knew she would feel that way, I must have been hoping for some sympathy, if not rescue, but I see there will be no help with either from mom or from Aunt Melinda.
Shortly my two sisters Maryanne and Linda arrive. Similar comments from them, I am leaking tears now. I never thought my own family could see me this way and approve of it. But it seems they do! Now Miss Mira arrives, and I’m happy to see her here. She has helped me understand and accept my position, and she just makes me feel more secure. Then Miss Carrie says to me, “come over here slut-mom, you have some papers to sign”. Then Miss Hilary clips a leash on my collar and leads me on hands and knees over to a low cocktail table covered with documents and a pen.
I start to sob uncontrollably. I have been told that in the future I would sign a contract surrendering myself to my daughter as her property. And that in addition I would sign any documents required to transfer all of my assets to her as well. Everything I own, EVERYTHING! I balk a little and Miss Hilary tugs at my leash, but then Miss Mira kneels down with me and says, “let me talk to her everyone, I’ll help her see what is right”. I want to say, ‘oh thank you Miss Mira’, but with my gag in I can just mumble . . . and now more embarrassingly, I’m drooling, I can’t stop myself. But Miss Mira shows me her tablet and there is a familiar image, a comforting image. It’s a spiraling design that draws me into it, and I begin to relax. Miss Mira begins to explain to me what I need to accept now, and I sort of drift off. I must have dozed, she made me so relaxed and comfortable. She must have kept talking with me though, and now she says softly and sweetly, “do you understand”? I’m still not really clear-headed but maybe I do, so I reply, “yes Miss Mira, I do”. I’m not sure I DO understand, but I feel very comfortable now and have lost any thought of resisting. I kneel next to the cocktail, pick up the pen and start signing wherever I’m instructed. I don’t read anything, there would be no point.
Miss Carrie has instructed me to insert a copy of my ownership contract which surrenders me and all my freedom and rights to her, so that follows”
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OWNERSHIP CONTRACT of Cassandra Walker
I understand that this contract, when signed, is eternal and will absolutely govern me as long as I remain alive. This contract is valid whether my signature was obtained from me voluntarily or involuntarily. Any means whatsoever may be used to obtain my signature on this contract. I hereby surrender to my owner(s) the following powers over me, as well as any and all others, without any limit.
cw_ The Full and complete possession of my body, to modify, control and use in any manner, as my owner(s) may wish.
cw_ The Full and complete possession of my mind, to modify and control in any manner, such as hypnosis, NLP, brainwashing, etc. as my owner(s) may wish.
cw_ The right to permanently mark me as their property by tattoo, brand, tag or any other method my owner(s) may wish.
cw_ The right to keep me restrained in any manner or position, and/or in complete sensory deprivation, as my owner(s) wish, for as long as they wish, or permanently if they so desire. The right to convert me to “human furniture” or display me as an object of art in their home or in public.
cw_ The right to punish, discipline or torture me, by any and all means my owner(s) may wish and for as long as they wish. My owner(s) do not require justification or reason to do this.
cw_ The right to transport me at any time and by any means my owner(s) may choose to any location, public or private. The right to display me in any of these locations, public or private.
cw_ The right to keep my mouth clamped open for easy access and use, and also keep me silenced by gags, or permanently silence me by removal of my vocal cords, as my owner(s) wish.
cw_ The right to use any or all of my orifices at any time and in any way my owner(s) may wish. The right to keep any and all of my orifices clamped or otherwise held open, and/or filled at any or all times, with any part of their (or others’) body, any sexual toys, instruments, devices, machines, etc., as my they may wish.
cw_ The right to surgically modify my body in any manner and for any purpose or use, and without limitation as to such modification, as my owner(s) may wish, and may include nullification of any of my senses, or any major modifications of my body up to and including removal of my limbs, as they may wish.
cw_ The right to share, loan, rent or sell me to any person or group of either sex, for any purpose or use, as my owner(s) may wish. Any or all the provisions of this contract may be applicable to those having temporary custody of me, as my owner(s) may (or may not) limit or designate.
cw_ The right to otherwise dispose of me at any time and in any manner my owner(s) choose, with or without specific reasons, without regard for existing civil laws, and without limitation. I understand that my disposal may be a painful and lengthy process, carried out over many hours or days.
By my signature below I become the property of my specified owner(s), and subject to, but not limited by, all of the above terms, all of which I understand and accept as indicated by my initial. I understand this contract surrenders me, without limits, is irrevocable and without recourse and is not subject to any laws other than full and complete satisfaction of any and all desires of my owner(s). I hereby relinquish all human or animal rights and become simply an owned object. I will exist solely at the pleasure of my owner(s) and for no other reason. They may dispose of me by any method and use my remains for any purpose they may wish. I hereby surrender and pledge my life to my owner(s) as security under this contract.
Cassandra Walker, mother, do surrender myself to my daughter/owner:
Signature : Cassandra Walker_____________________ date : 7/1/14_____
Owner, Carina Walker daughter/owner:
Signature : Carina Walker________________________ date : 7/1/14_____
Witnessed by, Janet Walker, mother of Cassandra:
Signature : Janet Walker_________________________ date : 7/1/14_____
Witnessed by, Melinda Walker, sister of Janet, aunt of Cassandra:
Signature : Melinda Walker_______________________ date : 7/1/14_____
Witnessed by, Maryanne Walker-Benson, sister of Cassandra:
Signature : Maryanne Walker-Benson_______________ date : 7/1/14_____
Witnessed by, Linda Walker, sister of Cassandra:
Signature : Linda Walker__________________________ date : 7/1/14_____
Ownership transferred to:
New owner #1:
Signature : _____________________________________ date : dd/mm/yyy_____
New owner #2:
Signature : _____________________________________ date : dd/mm/yyy_____
New owner #3:
Signature : _____________________________________ date : dd/mm/yyy_____
New owner #4:
Signature : _____________________________________ date : dd/mm/yyy_____
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There are so many other papers I get a cramp in my hand from signing. Finally I’m finished. Miss Carrie comes to me and kisses my cheek, a rare bit of affection for me, and says, “you did just what you need to mom, I’m proud of you”. It makes me feel good. It’s coming clear now, I know I’ve signed everything to Miss Carrie, everything! She now has complete ownership and control of all of my financial accounts, my trust funds, our home, the autos that used to be mine, even my clothing. And I realize I now own NOTHING . . . not even MYSELF anymore. It is right, I know it, but still tears creep out of my eyes and trickle down my cheeks. No one notices or cares and Miss Hilary jerks on my leash and says, “back into the position now”. I do, I have to, and while the signing gave my sore muscles a chance to relax a bit, they immediately start to ache again. Then Miss Hilary takes that heavy weight and clips it onto my tongue ring again, and lets it drop. OOHHHH . . . it feels like my poor tongue is being pulled out! Inother pain I have to endure. Everyone is celebrating while I stay there aching and drooling on myself. The women all ignore me as they talk and laugh, congratulate Miss Carrie, and drink their champagne. I kneel there, sore, shuddering, open mouth tilted up . . . waiting.
Then Miss Carrie comes over and strokes me gently again, saying, “you did a good job slut-mom, you’re making me proud to be your owner”. Then she turns to the others and says, “I think slut-mom should have some champagne too, don’t you all”? My sister Linda starts to bring over a bottle and glass for me, but Miss Carrie says, NO silly, that’s not what I meant”. I’ll go first, the rest of you should give her some too. Then she straddles my wide open mouth and pulls my head tight against her pussy. I have only a moment to realize and anticipate before the first stream hits the back of my throat, gagging me a bit. My tongue being pulled down by that weight, I have an open throat, and I have to swallow or choke myself. And I dare not choke and make a mess . . . I fight down my reflex and gulp and swallow as fast as I can. It’s not like I haven’t done this before. Finally the last few drops. Miss Carrie steps off and away from me and says, “next? . . . Grandma Janine”? My mother steps up, straddles my face, and does what Miss Carrie just did, emptying her bladder into my desperately gulping throat. I realize they’ll ALL have a turn . . . I just try not to think about it and concentrate on gulping and swallowing.
Finally they’re all empty, Miss Mira was the last. I feel so very full, bloated and a little sick. But I know I must keep it all down or face serious punishment. My poor, urine-filled belly gurgles and flip-flops. All SEVEN of them . . . I must have swallowed a gallon or more! Then Miss Hilary maliciously gives my bloated tummy a sharp poke with her finger, sending it churning. “You’ve had a bit too much to drink tonight Ms. Bennett”, she says, and then laughing, “but it’s O.K., I know you were celebrating”. At least she then unfastens that weight from my tongue and that’s a relief, the stretching was painful!.
Then Miss Carrie tells Miss Hilary, “let’s do this on the table, help me get her up there”. I’m lifted by the two and carried over to our glass-topped dining room table, then placed gently down on it. It’s a heavy, thick glass and it is as sturdy as steel. They lay me down across the shorter dimension, with my head hanging out over the edge. Then Miss Carrie tells Miss Hilary to bring the ropes over. Oh God, I’ve forgotten . . . now that I’ve signed my life over to Miss Carrie I am to be branded. I know it must be done but I’m afraid, I know it will be very painful. Then I feel hands grasping my ankles and tying ropes tight around them, then pulling them wide apart and tying them down at the corners of the table. Of course the way my body is lying across the table, my ankles must be spread out to the corners of the longest side of the table. My legs shouldn’t really spread that wide, but there are strong hands pulling and stretching me and I AM spread that wide, and it’s painful. My inner thigh muscles are stretched so tight they’re quivering with tension and stress, hurting already, and I’m sure it will get worse. I’m afraid now and I start to whimper. This is already hurting, and it’s going to hurt far worse when I’m actually branded . . . I hope I don’t scream too loudly!
I’m ignored for a short time, then they all gather around me. Miss Carrie leans over, smiling, and says, “Here’s the mark you’ll wear for the rest of your life . . . do you like it”? She holds a heated iron down so I can see it. It’s a foot or more away from me but I can feel the intense heat, and I start to whine and whimper more loudly. Miss Carrie says to the group, “can some of you help hold her still, I can tell she’s going to fight this and I want a nice, neat mark on her”. Then she says to Miss Hilary, “get ready to quiet her down, Hil”. I see them lean over me and feel hands holding down my hips and my knees; my thighs are immobilized pressed against the glass table-top. I lose sight of the red-hot iron and I don’t feel the heat near my face now. Miss Hilary steps forward so all I see is her lovely smooth pussy inches from my face, blossoming and dripping wet. Then . . .
OH GOD IT BURNS!!! I feel it press deep into my upper thigh and smell burning meat . . . and it’s MINE! I scream, “EEEEEiiiiiiiiiii”, but it’s quickly cut short and muffled by Miss Hilary pulling my face tight against her and clamping my face in her soft, but strong thighs. I’m still screaming, the pain gets worse and worse, but I know it’s virtually silenced by Miss Hilary’s tight grip on my face. Tears are bursting from my eyes, but I can’t sob . . . I can’t even breathe, she has be pressed so tight against her bottom. But after what seems like a long, long time (probably only a few seconds really) I feel the burning subside into a deep hurtful throbbing in my thigh. Miss Hilary releases my head and steps back. I can sob now and I do; sob deeply and whimper pitifully. And then I feel a warm wetness spreading under my wide-spread thighs and my rear. I must have peed myself, how humiliating. And then I have a flash of fear because I know I’ll be punished for it!
But then Miss Hilary bends down and kisses me and licks away some tears, saying, “you did a good job Ms. Walker, I know it hurt but you’re O.K. now; and it’s alright you made a mess, we all know it was because of the pain so you won’t be punished for it”. Then Miss Carrie leans down and, and tells me, “You did fine mom, just fine . . . I know it hurt but that can’t be helped . . . and now you’re marked as my property forever”. My head is spinning and my inner thigh still throbs with pain, but now I feel something cool being spread over my new brand. I’m lifted off the table, I can’t stand on my own I’m so stressed and shaken from the pain of the stretching and the branding, but Miss Hilary helps me stand. I feel the humiliating wetness being wiped off my rear and the backs of my thighs with a soft towel. I’m SOOOO thankful it’s over. Another milestone for me.
Hilary leads me in to bed now. I’m so, so thankful the evening is over for me, I’m not sure how I could stand much after my branding. As she is locking my chains to the bed frame I fall into a deep sleep.
The next few days are so very easy for me. Miss Carrie ignores me completely and Miss Hilary is caring for me. She was harsh with me during my training, but for these few wonderful days she is gentle . . . even affectionate, often kissing and caressing me. I still must wear my uniform, including my chastity belt, but the stocking on my branded leg is rolled down so it doesn’t cover the dressing there. She cares for my brand, changing the dressing often and keeping it covered with cooling slave. After 2 days the pain has subsided, but my thigh is still very sore and tender. I’m being treated so kindly that I am jumpy with fear that soon something horrible and painful will happen to me . . . but it never does. I am to go back to work soon, and I’m anticipating it with mixed feelings. I love (loved ?) my work and felt so successful in my profession, but now I am not sure how I feel. Yes, I DO want to get back to the office and to my clients, but I wonder how I will feel there and how I will perform? And Miss Lauren, my former assistant is to be in control of me . . . and I wonder how THAT will work out?
But I don’t think too deeply on it, just relax and enjoy what is happening at this time, my very few days of relief and relative comfort.
To be continued . . .
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