Enslaved by my Daughter

Enslaved by my Daughter – part 10

The morning after my “initiation” with Samantha, as I was just about to leave for work, Miss Carrie gave me a package. “This is something for both you and Samantha”, she told me, “talk to her first thing, as soon as you arrive, and open it together; there are some directions in the package and I want you to read them to her.” With that she slapped me on the ass and opened the door for me saying, “better get moving slut, you don’t want to be late”. The package was sizable and weighed at least 10-15 pounds. I wanted to open that package so badly, but I knew I didn’t dare, it would show and I’d be in big trouble then. And what did it matter anyway if I knew what was in it before I got to the office, I would know soon enough then. But I was sure I wouldn’t like whatever it contained. I couldn’t keep from glancing at it as I drove downtown to our building’s garage. I didn’t know what it contained, but I was sure it would be something unpleasant for me.

As I entered my office I noticed something new, a small table of a sort, about 6-8 inches wide, 2 feet long and perhaps 30 inches tall, about dining-table height, off to the side of the office. It had a padded top and the legs spread out so that it would be extremely stable. My office is quite large so there was plenty of room for this along with my desk, three chairs in front of it, and a sofa along one wall. What in the world, I wondered? It wasn’t there when I left yesterday evening, where had it come from overnight? And WHY? But knowing I had more work today on Sarai’s contracts, I promptly settled in behind my desk. Just then Miss Lauren came in and looking at the package on my desk, told me harshly, “you’re to call Samantha for a meeting right now . . . and don’t forget, she’s MISS Samantha to you”. I looked at the files in front of me on my desk, then up at my computer screen at the document I needed to work on. But I HAD to obey Miss Lauren. I dialed Samantha’s extension, and she picked up and said, “good morning slut”. I asked her if she would please come down to my office, that Miss Carrie had given me a package for her. She just hung up the phone and almost immediately appeared in my office. Miss Lauren was still there, and Miss Samantha told her she should stay with us. Then Miss Samantha began to open the package, smirking at me as she said, “I just love surprises, don’t you”?

Miss Samantha finished un-wrapping the package, then looked over at Miss Lauren, who went up to my desk and swept the files I needed to use onto the floor, scattering papers everywhere. I protested immediately, but she said, “SHUT UP SLUT”, and slapped me hard, 3 times, across my face, until tears came to my eyes. Then she said, “get over here in front of the desk where we can see you . . . NOW”. Frightened and intimidated I did it quickly. Then Miss Samantha ordered, “now take off your skirt and blouse you useless whore”. I clenched my jaw, I was so very angry. I wanted to attack her then and there, beat her until she cried for mercy. I was much bigger and stronger than she was, and probably much more fit and athletic, but I couldn’t move. I knew the consequences if I did anything. I was not so much afraid of Miss Lauren or Miss Samantha, but of my daughter. If I did attack either of them she would find out I would suffer terribly. My darling daughter who I had nurtured and raised, and up until her graduation party had always directed and controlled (but gently, lovingly) . . . now I was frightened of her . . . terrified in fact! I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t move for a moment. But then I did as I had been told, I removed my skirt and blouse. I stood there, humiliated again, wearing only my hose, stiletto heels and of course my chastity belt.

Then Miss Samantha went to my desk, and dumped out the contents of the package on it’s now empty top. I gasped and my eyes went wide as I saw what had been in the package. And there was a piece of paper there as well, which Miss Samantha picked up and after looking at briefly, handed to me saying, “this is for you slut”. I stared for a minute, stunned by all this, it was from Miss Carrie. Then I read her words silently, “slut-mom, you are to read the following aloud for Lauren and Samantha, and understand that I am ordering you to comply with everything you read to them”. I read ahead silently briefly, a natural reaction. What I saw made me gulp hard and set tears forming in my eyes. I stopped reading and began again, at the beginning, trying to keep my voice from cracking or trembling. My heart sank further and further as I read aloud the words I must obey . . .

“Miss Samantha, I agree to willingly obey any and all instructions you give to me here at the office.” God, those words stuck in my throat, but I knew I must say them . . . and get used to them! “I happily volunteer to perform any and all tasks you require of me enthusiastically, including any sexual services or uses you desire from me. The equipment included within the package you just received is for you to use with me and will be kept in my desk drawer with the ring-gag already there. I know that if I perform satisfactorily for you, my owner Miss Carrie may allow you to borrow me for your own personal use, for evenings or perhaps for entire week-ends, and at these times you have the right to share my services and usage with any number of others you desire. I will have no limits where you are concerned, except those established by my owner Miss Carrie. During the workday, and whenever I am loaned out to you, I am yours to command at any and all times and will diligently indulge your every desire.”

By now Miss Samantha and Miss Lauren were laughing and giggling. Partly at the thought of the fun and games ahead for them, and partly at watching me force myself to agree to something that is totally repugnant to me. They knew I had no choice, and I believe that Miss Samantha liked it that way. She wouldn’t want to “have me” willingly, she would prefer that I hate every minute of it. I was still at the beginning of an understanding and acceptance of my subservience to Miss Carrie, and already more was being added to my humiliation. I had been on the “fast track” upwards all my life, and now it was apparently to be that same swiftness as I go DOWN. My thinking was interrupted by the two of them giggling again, and saying we should all look through what Carrie (that’s how THEY addressed her, I had to use Miss) had sent in the package.

I had taken my attention away from the desk-top while I was reading. Now I didn’t want to look at what I had briefly glimpsed being dumped out of the package, but my eyes were drawn back to it. They both ignored me as they pawed through the things Miss Carrie sent to the office with me. They laughed and giggled as they held up object after object and looked at me and smiled and made horrible comments. There were 2 of everything, riding crops, many sizes and styles of clamps, strap-on’s with several dildo sizes (the smallest of which was as large as anything I had yet taken), leather cuffs for ankles and wrists, tie-down straps in several sizes, steel handcuffs . . . and rope, so much rope. My heart pounded and my belly clenched and flipped as I imagined . . . ? And my spirit fell so low . . . I realized I WAS what they had called me, slut, whore, stupid, every insulting term they used for me. I hated all of it and yet I would submit to all of it. I felt I must, but also began to feel that it was right that I do. The size of the dildos frightened me, so very BIG, but I thought I might be safe because my chastity belt had a locking plate that covered the anal ring in the rear of it. But then Miss Lauren picked up an envelope and shook out a small key. Of course it was the key to the locks on my chastity belt. No, I wouldn’t be safe from the dildos after all.

Only an hour or so had passed and it was early mid-morning still. Miss Samantha said to Miss Lauren, “I have lots to do today, but why don’t you give me a call when everyone has gone for the day. I hope you’ll be able to stay and help me try out all of little Cassie’s new toys with her.” “And her new furniture”, she added, looking over at that newly arrived bench in my office. Of course Miss Lauren agreed, then she said to me, “and you’d better get to work slut, you have a lot that’s due today”.  Samantha had just walked out and now Miss Lauren left, but not before gathering up my skirt and blouse and taking them out with her, thankfully closing the door on her way. She was gone before I could say anything, and I crept up to the door and cracked it open slightly to see if I could call her back and plead with her to leave me my clothes. But she was nowhere to be seen, and I noticed one of the lawyers and an intern looking my way. I only had my head partway out and I know they didn’t see that I was unclothed, but I quickly pulled back in and shut the door again. I turned the lock button to make sure I wouldn’t be “surprised”.

My head was spinning but I had to get on with my work. In spite of Miss Samantha and Miss Lauren, in spite of everything, my job was important to me. It was really the last of my old self, and I was desperate to keep it and keep doing a good job of it. Angrily I picked up the files and papers that had been swept off my desk. It took me almost ½ hour of sorting through them to get everything back to where it was in the first place. I needed to stay focused, there were a lot of important details I needed to get into this new set of contracts, I couldn’t afford any mistakes. And these were for Sarai, my oldest, best client and by now a good friend. I wanted her work to be perfect! But it was so hard to keep my mind on what I was doing. I kept remembering back to earlier today, kept glancing at the awful desk drawer. I even opened it a couple of times, but quickly slammed it back shut. I didn’t WANT to see what was in there . . . and even a brief glance brought horrible visions into my mind, destroying my concentration. And at the end of the day today . . . I just pushed that out of my mind. If I thought too much on THAT, I would give up and just sit her and cry.

I finally got to a point with Sarai’s contracts that I just couldn’t concentrate any more. It was cold in my office and I was naked. I was covered with goosebumps and of course my nipples were erect and hard as little rocks. Yes, I touched them and twisted the rings through them giving them a tiny twinge of mild pain. That was frustration though, since it was arousing me, but my belt was preventing me from going any farther. So there I sat, playing with myself as best I could, feeling aroused, but even more frustrated. My clit just ACHED for a touch . . . but it was safely locked away from my fingers. I finally realized I had been playing with myself, to no avail, for over an hour. Where had my mind been? I snapped myself back to reality. Naked or not, I needed to be sure that contract was finished. I started looking at it again, but I immediately saw a couple of errors that should have been obvious. I was so angry, so frustrated, I began to cry. Just then Miss Samantha and Miss Lauren unlocked my door and walked in. They saw my tears and laughed at me. “Don’t be sad you silly cunt”, Samantha said, “it’s playtime”! I remembered everything from this morning and broke out into deep sobs and the tears streamed down my already streaked face. Where had the day gone? And I hadn’t done my usual excellent job on Sarai’s contract, in fact I didn’t even do a half-decent job, a paralegal could have done better. And now I would act the fuck-whore for my worst enemy and someone who used to be my employee. “Maybe I’ll be good at THAT”, I thought in disgust with myself.

It was in that frame of mind that I looked up and saw Miss Samantha walk through my office door followed by Miss Lauren. Miss Samantha smiled and said, “well slut, time for some fun before you go home”; then she said to me, “go to your “toy drawer” and get out your ring-gag harness, all the ropes and cord, 2 strap-ons . . . no never mind, I’ll pick those out myself . . . lay it out on your desk, oh and 2 riding crops. Then pull your table out from the wall and stand over by it”. I must have hesitated because she leaned across my desk, slapped my face hard and shouted, “NOW” and I immediately opened the drawer and began to get out what she had asked for. Anger again, but I rushed to obey. Something inside me knew that these women had complete power over me.

I stood there helpless and humiliated and watched those two pawing through what I had spread on my desk-top for them. Miss Lauren picked up the ring-gag harness and came over to me. Wearing my 5-inch stiletto heels I towered over her by almost a foot and she had to reach up to force the gag into my mouth. It was still a bit too large for my mouth and she had to force it to get it in properly. Then she buckled it in tight. My jaw was already aching from the stress of being forced open so wide. In the meantime Miss Samantha brought the ropes over and they began looping them around my ankles and tying them tight, tight enough to hurt. Then I felt a hand roughly push me down onto the padded table-top. Then they quickly strapped me down to the bench. I was at the end where the legs spread out to the sides and they jerked my legs out roughly and tied them to the table legs, spreading them wide. They pulled me arms back behind my back and bound my wrists together and then my elbows, pulling the so tightly together that they touched. It hurt, they tied the ropes tight and I felt them cutting into my tender flesh. Then they pulled at my nipple rings until my breasts hung down at each side of the narrow table-top, and looking some pieces of cord through each ring, pulled them down hard, stretching my poor breasts until I thought my nipples would be ripped off, and tied the binding cord to the other table legs. I thought they were done now, but Miss Lauren threaded another piece of rope through the d-ring at the top of the gag harness and pushing my chin up she pulled my head back sharply and tied the rope off through those binding my elbows together. My hands and feet were already tingling from loss of circulation, and the pain was beginning to grow, and now my neck ached as well. I was in a horribly painful and vulnerable position . . . and completely immobilized. Whatever they wanted to do to me, there would be no resistance or interference from me. I shivered in terror and tears welled up and began to run down my cheeks.

Miss Samantha and Miss Lauren just looked at me and laughed . . .

To be continued . . .