Bitch Mother
Part One
by Brenda
Father died when I was five, and the strongest memories I have of him is the
love and affection he always showed me. I was very much Daddy's little girl.
Mother was always the exact opposite - very indifferent towards me, even cold. I
never received love and affection from Mother... Bitch Mother... yet she never
so much as smacked me, nor did she punish me in other ways that a mother might
punish a child.
Perhaps I was a model child? I find that very hard to believe. Just before I
turned fifteen perhaps I rebelled against Bitch Mother's coldness... I let a
black man take my cherry pussy. I let him take me in every way a man can take a
girl. All three orifices. Maybe I confused sex with the love and affection I
never received from Mother. My indiscretion... my grave crime.. led to
pregnancy.
The gravity of my crime was such that it penetrated Mother's coldness and raised
very strong emotions. To say she was furious is putting it lightly. I was taken
to a doctor who aborted the pregnancy... then Mother severely punished me... in
Mother's own way...
I was called before Mother and Grace, Mother's closest friend and only
confidante... me quivering in fear as Mother told Grace how thoroughly I had
disgraced her, and my need for severe punishment.
"This wouldn't have happened if you had let me take you and Brenda as my lesbian
sex slaves, would it, Martha?" Grace sarcastically questioned, making Mother
blush deeply.
I was astounded by what I heard, and even more so with Mother's blushes. There
was never a hint that Grace was 'that way' and also Grace was married! Mother
and Grace were such good friends and how could Grace even think about using
Mother as a lesbian sex slave? My fear was overshadowed by my surprised
curiosity as to what kind of relationship Mother and Grace had. What stunned me
most was I had never heard anyone talk to mother in such tones - and would not
have expected Mother to meekly take it, blushes and all.
"I suppose you wish me to punish Brenda and take her as my sex slave?" Grace
asked.
My asshole tightened as Mother nodded her head mutely.
"How strange it is that you tell me this on the very day Henry has left town for
three days on business," Grace causticly remarked. "It goes without saying that
I will punish the little slut. Any self-respecting white girl would rather die a
slow and horrible death than give herself to a nigger. I am going to take a belt
to Brenda and whip her without mercy. I am also going to take her as my lesbian
sex slave and make her serve me in the absolutely lowest ways. By the time I am
finished with her she will not want any man, regardless of color. She is going
to become my very dirty lesbian sex slave, Martha. And one of these days you
will give in to my desires, and I will also use you in equally dirty ways."
Without further ado, and without a peep from Mother, Grace took my arm firmly
and led me from the house to her car.
**********
I almost wet my panties in fear during the ten minute drive to her house. Mother
was 37 and Grace appeared to be a few years older. She looked so ordinary... was
so typically upper-middle class and boring... not the type who wanted to make
Mother and I her lesbian sex slaves. Not the type who was soon going to whip me
with a belt. I had never been so much as smacked, and the thought of being
whipped that way pushed all of the other things out of my thoughts. I was
terrified!
Grace grabbed my arm again as I got out of the car and led me inside the house.
It was even larger and grander than ours, and like Mother and I, there were only
two people living there; Grace and her husband, Henry. Still firmly clutching my
arm, she led me upstairs, where there were six bedrooms. The bedroom next to the
master bedroom, Grace pointed out, was her husband's, and that he had slept
there since they were married. Grace occupied the master bedroom, of course, and
that was our destination.
"Strip naked, Brenda. I am going to give you a whipping you will never forget,"
Grace ordered in a hard voice as she pushed me further into the room. I began to
cry as she closed the door and locked it.
"Now!" Grace loudly demanded.
I obeyed, my hands trembling so much it was a struggle to disrobe. My fear
increased as she, too, began to undress. Grace was a head taller, was heavier
and stronger than I, yet I had no thought of resisting her intended punishment.
Fully dressed, as I had only seen her, she looked very plain in appearance. Not
pretty or even attractive - just plain. But as she stood imperiously...
gloriously naked... before me... a leather belt in her hand... I knew she was
going to punish me very harshly... make me hurt badly... I trembled, frightened
at the thought... yet I was seduced by her nakedness. Sexually attracted by her
firm breasts with their elongated nipples... my eyes drawn to her very thick
dark brown pubic bush... and entranced by her plump ass.
I was terrified of being whipped by her, yet Pussy was aroused and she
communicated her desires for appeasement to my mind. I was scared half to death,
yet I would not struggle or try to resist her punishment. I don't think it was a
matter of WANTING Grace's punishment... it was more like I was unable to resist
submitting totally to her. Perhaps she read the emotions and conflicts in my
face and eyes, or maybe they were irrelevant and only the pursuit of her own
lustful passions mattered.
"Did you suck cock for that nigger, Brenda," Grace said, touching her hairy
pussy with her fingers. "Did you?"
"Yes," I replied, dropping to my knees before her. My knees felt like jelly but
I think it was Pussy who drove me to my knees. On my knees before the Bitch who
was going to punish me and use me as her lesbian sex slave.
"Did he cum in your mouth, Brenda?" she asked, her fingers brazenly caressing
her pussy, the leather belt dangling... erotically... in her other hand.
I nodded yes, my eyes watching her fingers as they teased her pussy. My mind
began to assimilate the thought of her impending whipping and being made her sex
slave. I nodded yes again when Grace asked if I swallowed George's cum.
"Did he piss down your throat, Brenda?" Grace asked, her voice husky with
aroused passion.
"No!" I replied shocked by the thought of such.
"I would have done so if I were him," Grace mused. I was expecting her to be
angry like Mother... not sexually aroused. "I shall do that. Before you leave
this room I shall piss down your throat, Brenda. Hold both hands up high over
your head and do not dare lower them!"
The warning was in a sharper tone of voice, yet it expressed sexual arousal
rather than anger. I obeyed, torn between watching her finger still at her
pussy... the pussy that was going to piss down my throat... and watching her
other arm raise... watching the leather belt as it lashed down against my
breasts.
The pain was searing yet I held the desired position for three more lashes
across my naked breasts. The last lash as devastating, causing me to scream in
pain and to go all fours on my hands and knees. I began to whimper and cry out
with each lash across my shoulders and back. It hurt yet Pussy was wet... she
WANTED this... I can't blame it all on Pussy. I was being savagely whipped by a
woman who was going to piss down my throat afterwards... and I realized I WANTED
it, too...
I cried out with a mixture of pain and sexual arousal as I crawled forward just
a little... dipping my head, I committed my first lesbian act... freely
submitted myself as Grace's sex slave... as I began to lick her toes and the top
of her foot as she lashed my back cruelly.
"You like it, don't you, Brenda?" Grace sensually purred as she lashed down with
all her strength. "I shall take your mother in the very same way. Now I shall
make you ass dance for me."
Grace moved away to stand behind me and began to lash my ass. "Ass dance for me,
Brenda," she commanded in a honeyed tone as she viciously lashed my ass. "Yes...
you know exactly what I desire... I shall have you and your mother naked
together... I will play with my pussy and watch as I make you lick each other's
pussies... The thought of lesbian incest excites me to extremes..."
Grace's intentions were shocking. Shocking... but at the same time... highly
arousing... both to my mind and to Pussy. Shamelessly, I began to twist and
writhe my ass in time and rhythm with each fierce lash. I am sure I could have
achieved orgasm if Grace had continued to whip me, but she stopped before I
could cum. Dropping the belt, she walked to her dressing table and bent over,
resting her hands on the bench.
"Come here, slave," Grace murmured as she looked around at me. "Come here and
kiss my ass."
Pussy was drooling and Miss Clit was bloated and throbbing with primeval passion
as I stared at Grace's plump, all woman ass. I whimpered and cried as I crawled
to her. Raising up to kneel behind her, I parted the soft yet firm cheeks wide
and moved my face closer. My eyes were filled with tears... my nose filled with
mucus from crying... yet I could see the dark ass-crack hairs... savored my
first smell of that strong, humid scent that all women's asses possess. I was
Grace's slave... her lesbian sex slave... in every sense of the meaning, and
wished to show it.
Miss Clit was pulsing wildly as I pressed my face between the plump cheeks of
Grace's ass. My lips touched her asshole and I fear I lost all control when I
extended my tongue and touched it against the puckered ring of muscle... as I
tasted that slightly bitter, salty taste for the first time.
"You like that, don't you Brenda? You like the taste of my ass. No need to
reply. Make me cum with you tongue. Make your tongue stiff like a little cock
and ass fuck me with it."
Grace was panting with pleasure and I was wild with submissive lust as I wormed
my stiffen tongue in her tight asshole. I WANTED to be her lesbian sex slave...
wanted to please her in any way she commanded.... wanted to be her lesbian sex
slave. Miss Clit was soaring in this first 'taste' of submissive lesbian sex as
I thought of what Grace had said... about pissing down my throat. I wanted that!
"Eat it Brenda! Eat my ass my little lesbian slave slut!" Grace moaned, her legs
trembling as my tongue in her asshole brought her to orgasm. The fact that I had
made Grace cum with my tongue at her asshole set off my own orgasm. I will never
forget the thought that was in my mind as I had my first lesbian orgasm with my
first Mistress... that I WANTED Grace to piss down my throat... that I would
even let her shit down my throat...
**********
Grace stood straight and turned around. "I have a belly full of hot lesbian
pee," she said, rubbing her lower tummy. "But first you are going to eat my
pussy. Lie on your back, slave."
I obeyed, whimpering as my heavily welted back and ass made contact with the
soft, thick carpet. Grace ordered me to lay both arms on the floor over my head,
then she stood over me, one foot on either side of the pit of my arms. Making a
deliberate show of possession of my person, Grace slowly... so erotically...
knelt over my supine body, her knees pinning my arms to the floor. I was looking
up at the cheeks of her ass but when she settled herself down my nose and mouth
were smeared with the thick milky mucus that coated the gaping lips of her
labium. Her scent was very strong... very cunty... enough to totally enslave had
I not already allowed myself to be enslaved to her person.
Grace adjusted herself against my face so that my mouth and nose were smothered
by her pussy and crotch. Only when I became desperate did she move slightly to
allow me to breathe in what little fresh air I could manage mixed with her
slippery cunt cream. As I lay gasping for breath and drowning on her effluvium,
Grace murmured about her desire to queen Mother this way with both her pussy and
her ass.
"You shall be sneezing my pussy juice from your nose quite often like this,
Brenda," Grace said when she finally sat back and allowed me to sneeze and gulp
fresh air through my mouth. I was both shocked and thrilled by the harsh way she
had totally dominated my person with her pussy in that manner, and, thanks to
Grace, have found queening to be extremely effective in breaking and taming my
own lesbian submissives much later on in my life.
Without being told to do so, I raised my head and craned my neck to passionately
lap her milky, very slippery secretions. The heady cunty scent was much stronger
than the slightly salty but otherwise almost tasteless juices and cum... it is
always that cunty scent that makes eating pussy the thrill it always is.
My tongue began to romance Grace's stiffen little clittie, and as I breathed in
her strong female scent, I knew I would forevermore be a woman's woman. Grace's
pleasure became my pleasure and I experienced for the first time a strong sense
of worthiness and self-importance. Deep inside, I think many women long for a
Bitch to sexually dominate them... to give them that sense of worth and
importance.
Grace did lovely cummies then pissed heavily in my gulping mouth. I did cummies
as I drank her salty waters... as I worshiped and adored her for giving
something so intimate... for sharing her pee to be mixed and recycled with my
own pee.
**********
That I was totally enslaved... head over heels in love... worshiped and adored
her... was obvious to Grace. She sent me downstairs to fetch a snack plate of
cheese and grapes which I fed her as she reclined against a pile of pillows on
her huge bed. She talked of her strong desire to enslave Mother and to force
Mother and I into an incestuous lesbian relationship. Her words incited my
passions and she teased me, calling me 'Mommy's little lesbian slave girl,' as
she touched and fingered my very wet pussy with three fingers. She made a show
of sniffing them, commenting on my sexy scent, then licked her fingers clean.
Grace had me shamelessly kneel over the plate and moisten each bite of cheese
and grapes with my 'girl cream' before offering it to her mouth, thus eating my
pussy by proxy.
She was my Queen... my Goddess... and she allowed me the pleasure of worshiping
her body from toe to breast with my lips... my tongue... my cheek rubbing
against her skin like a pussy cat. Grace sighed with pleasure as I tongued and
sucked her nipples till they were engorged and stiff... and squirmed in orgasm
as I licked her pussy and ate her cummies. She teased me in my repeated but vain
efforts to properly tongue her asshole while licking her pussy, making me
confess my passion... my strong desire to tongue her asshole.
"It's such a filthy thing to do... to lick a woman's asshole... where she shits
from..." she teased. "Yet you want it, perhaps for that very reason. I shall
give you your heart's desire, but only after I have shit. Will you be so eager
to lick me there after I shit, Brenda? To lick and taste me in that most dirty,
filthy way? The way that only a lesbian sex slave would lick another woman's
ass?"
GOD!!! Grace expressed in words my wildest thoughts about my new passion for
lesbian servitude to her person, and I replied by shamelessly rubbing Pussy in
front of her and begging her to let me lick and taste her shit!
"You filthy thing!" Grace exclaimed with mock disgust. Then in a voice that
revealed her excitement for my dirty passion for wanting to taste her in that
most intimate of all ways: "I'm going to train you, Brenda, to fully eat shit
for me and for your mother. Is that what you want? To be enslaved for life with
the filthy desire to eat other women's shit?"
Grace's words caused Miss Clit to swell and pulse and I shamelessly begged for
it... so carried away in deep passion that I begged her for the pleasure and
honor of shitting right in my mouth!
Grace was as sexually aroused as I, and told me to hurry and fetch several large
bath towels from the bathroom. I hastened to obey and she spread them in several
layers on the bed and had me lie with my head on them. She straddled my face
like she did when she queened and mouth-pissed me, but this time she faced my
feet and left my arms free to caress the cheeks of her plump ass. I had begged
Grace to shit right in my mouth and she was going to do just that, and it
captured my imagination... my entire being...
"I have to piss first," Grace murmured as she shifted back, taking my tongue
away from her asshole that I had already began to passionately lick in order to
pee in my mouth. The flow was not as strong or as lengthy as the first time she
used me that way. I realized she was doing what I always do every time I take a
shit... I always pee first before shitting... even if I have very recently
pissed there is ALWAYS at least a little dribble of pee before each and every
shitting. Grace was going to use my mouth as a toilet - and I WANTED IT! It was
the most intimate of all lesbian acts... that which binds a Bitch and her slut
in a way that any other submissions can not come close in comparison.
I kissed, licked and tongued Grace's tight asshole, crying with passion and
desire, swearing eternal love and devotion as her slave and personal toilet
mouth. "This is going to be the sexiest shit in my entire life," Grace said
huskily as I felt her tense and strain... as I felt her tight asshole relax...
as I felt touching the tip of my tongue that bitter tasting oily lubricant often
produced by the bowels just prior to passing shit. I swooned at that nasty
taste, but to me it was not nasty, and never has been since... it is always the
most intimate of all acts in a lesbian relationship, and that is how I try to
train my submissives to view it.
Grace's asshole expanded against my tongue and suddenly my tongue touched
against something warm and solid and very bitter tasting... at the same time my
nose was filled with the almost overpowering... and highly intoxicating scent of
her shit... It was that first time... and remains so to this day... the most
THRILLING and intimate sexual act... to taste a lover or Mistress that way... or
to bestow that thrill to a lover or submissive...
My tongue was forcefully pushed out of the way as Grace's firm, warm turd oozed
its way out. Miss Clit was throbbing in her new found shit heaven and demanded
that I open my mouth wide to fully receive that which excited her to new
extremes. The strand of shit was firm yet easily curled around the outside of my
mouth after filling my oral cavity. Grace scrambled off my prone body and
frantically began to rub her pussy as she stared down lustfully at me. "Eat it,
Brenda. Eat my shit," she repeated several times, her voice ragged with passion
as she panted in heat with high sexual passion.
I eagerly did just that, one hand petting Pussy and soothing Miss Clit as I used
the other to push Graces shit into my mouth. Now comes the difficult task which
is utterly impossible to those whose passions are bounded by the very strong
taboos normally associated with shit. The taste is bitter - very bitter... not
at all repulsive or sickening... is much more intimate than 'eating' pussy for
your lover or Mistress in that you actually ARE eating her in the most intimate
way possible. Scoff and call me a filthy perverted slut if you care, but will
change your tune when you meet Ms Right - then you will cry and beg for it, just
as I did... just as I still do... and just as I break my submissives and lead
them to that ultimate of all lesbian pleasures...
**********
So ends the first part of Bitch Mother. I DO NOT care for long stories or
stories that 'cum' in parts. Yet many readers who like my stories seem that way
inclined - wishing longer stories. I hereby grant you that request, but to get
my own back on you sillycunts, I shall string Bitch Mother out in parts.
*giggles* Serves you right for being soooooo nasty (but extremely SEXY with it).
I am not vindictive to all of my sisters... well, not most of the time.
Wonderful news to share... I have a new young lover who imagined she was a
submissive but has discovered her true passions as a 'switch.' What lovely games
we play! At the same time as Ms Angie came into my life I met a friend who is
becoming very dear to my person. There are too few sluts who write in the genre
of... hmmmm... let me contemplate... someone like Karen. But this new friend has
the potential to be much better than sad cunt Karen. My new friend has gone so
far as to hang out in the women's showers and toilet stalls of a local gym...
naked with the exception of sneakers and brown and yellow scarves around her
slender neck... waiting to see what nasty items she might find in the vacated
toilet stalls. But she stayed away from those toilet stalls and their forbidden
fruit long enough to complete her first story. I shall keep her feet to the fire
till she blossoms and outshines all who write in her genre.
I also receive queries regarding my health. Brenda is doing very well, thank you
to those who have inquired. There are others who would like to see this Primeval
Pantheress expired... well eat shit and die to you! *shit humor???* *giggles*
Part 2 will be 'cumming' shortly.
