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Training My Slut Daughter By: Malissa Madison 6/24/2013 Leaning over my stepson's bed I brushed his long ash blonde hair out his eyes, catching a whiff of the alcohol he'd consumed the night before. I was about to pour the ice water over his head when I noticed the eye shadow and mascara. Carefully I pulled the covers back, aware that he hadn't kicked off his clothes before falling into bed. He was wearing my missing satin top, the first four buttons opened down the front to reveal my purple lace bra. I almost lost it, I'd just bought both items and had yet to wear either of them. Pulling the covers fully off I saw my knee length pleated cotton skirt, a pair of black stockings fastened to the matching purple garter belt, so assumed he was also wearing the matching pantys as well. Then I noticed the four inch heels he was still wearing. That caused me to pause in my building anger, they weren't my heels. I'd never owned a pair like them, so wondered where they came from. He moaned a bit and rolled over onto his back, and I saw the knees of the stockings were ripped and grass stained. Then on the left side of his face he had something white and crusty dried in his eyebrow. My first thought was, "Oh god my son's gay, and how could I not have seen this one?" I sat down trying to figure out how to approach this situation. I was still pissed that he'd raided my wardrobe, ruined a pair of my stockings and a new blouse. He'd been away at boarding school all year and we'd hardly talked at Christmas, I barely had a chance to see him at all. I looked at his chest where the blouse fell open. Those weren't fake tits, how the hell did he get tits? I'd been at work when he came home yesterday, and he was already gone by the time I got home from work. Sure he was my Stepson, but he was all I had left. I'd promised his father that I would raise him after he died of lung cancer from smoking. Darryl's mother never paid any attention to him and hadn't seen him in years, and to tell the truth I was relieved when she didn't try to get custody after his father died. That had been ten years ago before he started having trouble in grade school. Before I was forced to send him to private school to keep him out of trouble. Finally I shook his shoulder, "Darryl, wake up." he opened his eyes staring at me in confusion. "M, Mom? Oh shit, oh shit Mom," he started. "Don't oh shit Mom me, get your ass out of bed and I'll see you in the kitchen in two minutes. And don't even think about changing your clothes." I stormed out of the room feeling even more confused than before. I really loved my Stepson, he'd always reminded me of his father, and we'd never been able to have children of our own, not because of any infertility issue. It just wasn't possible, not with how I'd been born, Darryl knew all about my past though because we'd talked about it when he began getting interested in girls and why I looked different than the ones he'd seen in magazines with his friends at school. I heard the water running in the sink then the clop of his heels on the stairs. When he stepped through into the kitchen he was looking at the floor but found a chair at the kitchen table and smoothed the skirt under him as he sat down. Next he lifted the purse from his shoulder and started rummaging inside it before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Angrily I reached out and took them away from him. "You are not going to smoke in this house." "Mom I'm sorry I can explain," he said still not looking at me. "Is this what they teach you at that damned school I sent you to? To smoke and dress like a Slut?" "No Mom, I, I did this on my own," finally he lifted his eyes to look at me. "Well that's a real relief," I said with just a bit of the sarcasm I was feeling. "I'd hate to think I paid all that money for them to turn my son into a Sissy Slut." I could tell my words were hitting harder than intended and felt guilty as he began to silently cry. I felt more than a bit hypocritical given my own past. "Why? Just tell me that." "I want to be like you Mom. You're always so pretty, and, and everyone loves you. I want to be just like you and wear pretty things, and get lots of attention from people." He told me. "So instead of waiting around to talk to me about it you raided my wardrobe and then went out drinking and what else?" I looked at him waiting for and answer that didn't come. "You got drunk and from the looks of you, you spent some time on your knees sucking cock, is that it?" "Mom I, I'm sorry. I just wanted to be like you. People thought I was you at first too." "What?" I was shocked. "The guy, the one I gave a blow job, he said, he said I wasn't as good as you are. I kept gagging on it," he began to cry. "I really wanted to, I thought I could do it then you wouldn't be able to tell me I was crazy." He went on seeming to reach the point where he needed to empty his conscience. "I'm never going to learn to do that, am I? To swallow a cock like you do?" "Darryl how do you know about that? That isn't something Mothers talk about with their sons," I said almost feeling hurt myself that he would know about my slutty desires. "N, no but I don't want to be your son. I never wanted to be your son," he started blubbering and I couldn't hold back any more, I wrapped my arms around him. "I've always wanted to be your daughter. To be just like you are. All pretty and proper at work and at home. Then, then a slutty cock hungry whore at night." Part of me wanted to slap his face, but the mother in me just wanted to make everything better. "Ok, let's not talk about me right now. I want to know about you, why you couldn't just tell me how you felt?" "I, I was scared, I just knew you wouldn't understand." "And the school didn't see fit to tell me about these," I gently cupped the C cup breasts? "I, I forged your signature on the transition forms at the beginning of school. And, and I used a stationary pad from Dr Harris' office to make up a Transition letter," he admitted. "I used most of my allowance to pay for the Hormones though." He looked straight at me trying to smile. "I almost told you everything at Christmas, but you had a date." "So you really want to be my daughter? Did you change your name in this letter you forged?" I asked finally. "I just dropped one of the R's to DARYL," "What about your middle name, Andrew?" "It's Andrea now, please don't be mad Momma," he was about to start crying again. Smiling now I said, "So you are now Daryl Andrea Heart. I think I'm definitely flattered by that." "Momma?" "You took my first name for your middle name Sweetie." "You aren't mad at me?" "For wanting to be my daughter, no. but for ruining my outfit, one I haven't even had a chance to wear yet, I'm very mad. Where are all of your own clothes if you've been transitioning all this time?" "I, the airline lost my luggage," he said. "Very well then, go take a shower and get cleaned up. I'll lay out some things you can wear until your luggage shows up." "Momma, really? You aren't going to get mad and tell me I can't do this?" "On one condition," I looked as stern as I could muster. "You don't ever touch another cigarette. Not just in this house, I mean ever. Those things killed your father, and I don't want you picking it up." She finally smiled at me as she picked up the pack and fed it into the garbage disposal. "Now go get yourself ready, I think we need to spend a lot more time together than we usually do. And Daryl, no more passing out in your clothes and makeup young lady, alright?" "Yes Momma," she said hugging me harder than I could ever remember. While she was in the shower I went through my dresser and picked out a few things that I knew were more in keeping with a girl her age, making sure to pick out matched sets of bras and pantys. Part of me kept saying I should be furious with my son for deceiving me that way. But the bigger more loving part won out telling me how much fun it would be to have a teenage daughter that I could shop with. I stripped down to bra and pantys and was beginning to go through my closet. Everything I hardly wore was on the left side, and as I looked at it I realized why. It was more suited to a seventeen year old girl than a thirty seven year old mother. Daryl walked into my room a towel around her middle and another around her head. I couldn't get over how feminine she looked even now. "Momma's going to take a shower. You can have all the lingerie on the bed. And pick what you want from the left side of the closet." "Momma, I lost my makeup case too," she said. "I guess you can help yourself to my vanity. Let me know if you need any help." I stepped into the master bath to begin my shower. When I stepped out of the shower I found her sitting at my vanity doing her eyes. "I thought you'd be all dressed up by now," I said. "No Momma I learned from watching you that it's easier to do my makeup before I completely dress." "Tell me, what your roommates at school think about this." I finally asked. "They moved me to the girls' dorm, but I don't have a roommate." She answered and then I heard her tummy rumbling in hunger. As soon as she was finished, and it only took a few minutes, I started on my own makeup. When we were both finally dressed up I said come on I feel like eating out this morning. She was now wearing a pair of four inch sling backs, and a pink plaid Mini with a sheer mesh top from my closet. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders the same as mine. Old lady Parsons, next door stood open mouthed just staring as we walked out to get into my car. James and Randal Moore next door seemed even more in awe as they watched us. Daryl and Randal had grown up together until Daryl went to private school after having trouble in public school. Now I knew why my son was having so much trouble before. Sitting in Ziggie's Caf? we ordered our breakfast and then the waitress asked, "Excuse me Mrs Heart, I thought Darryl was coming home this weekend." Daryl blushed, "Louise, I am home." She covered her mouth in disbelief then said, "Oh, My, God. You finally did it." she hugged Daryl quickly, then added, "Girl we have to talk later, Promise?" "Of course Janet, you're my oldest and best friend." From there we went to Marie St James Boutique, and I was never more thrilled in the changes. As my son it had been nearly impossible to get him to shop. But now it was like he'd been born a real girl. Before he'd just look at a size then say this will do, and I'd have to practically force him to try it on to make sure it fit. But now he was eager to try on everything, picking and choosing the same way I did. After an hour in the boutique he only bought two outfits, I was impressed. "Sweetie, how many pairs of shoes do you have?" I asked and was rewarded by the huge grin on her face. "Oh Momma, I desperately need shoes," she admitted. "I bought this pair and the one I was wearing last night at the airport. We aren't allowed to wear anything but two inch pumps and May Jane's with our school uniforms." Now even more curious I asked, "Just exactly how much of your luggage did you lose young lady?" we were stepping into the Payless shoe store. "I was in a hurry after I bought the shoes and stuffed my Mary Jane's in my smaller bag, and I guess I forgot to tag It." she admitted. "I was kind of nervous about flying home in my school uniform." "You flew home in your school uniform? I didn't see it this morning," I admitted watching the young guy at the counter as he ogled the two of us. She picked out two pairs of pretty heels, then saw I was looking at a pair that matched the four inch open toe sandals she was picking out. "May I see these in a size nine please, and another in, a nine and a half?" he looked at her strangely then at me before she said, "I want to try and make up for ruining your new blouse Momma." We sat down and he fitted the first pair on her feet, his hands gently caressing her calves as he slipped them on, fastening the ankle straps. She was totally flirting with him, and he had the nicest hardon to show his approval. He watched her walk and prance in the heels then before trying the next pair she insisted I try on mine. Steve the sales clerk slipped my pumps off then gently rested my stocking covered foot in his lap as he began getting the shoe ready. He was sitting a bit close and I let my toes wiggle against his stiff cock, feeling it twitch in excitement. Daryl giggled softly and I winked at her knowing she was probably just as turned on as I was. I always loved it when a man caressed my stocking covered legs. I was almost disappointed when I had to stop teasing, and stood up to walk around testing the fit. Then I watched as she took her turn with the next pair. I gave her an encouraging look as she blushed and began teasing his raging hardon with her toes. Steve was fighting his urges to control himself as he fit the heels, relieved when she finally had the second shoe on and stood up. Looking around I noticed we were the only ones in the store this early and I got an idea. I really was horny, having come in late after my shift at the hospital and not getting to go out on a date. I whispered into her ear, "Would you like to try something special?" "Like what Momma?" she asked. "Like maybe a mother daughter blowjob," I blushed myself never thinking before that I might be sharing a hard cock with my stepdaughter. Hooking my fingers in his belt I led him to the back room, Daryl following close behind. "Damn, this is so fucking hot," Steve moaned just before she kissed his lips driving her tongue into his mouth as I quickly opened his slacks. He was busy kissing her, and I reached up to pull her down to her knees next to me. Then pulling my mouth away from his throbbing cock I pushed it over toward her face. She giggled shyly at first then took him into her mouth. Back and forth we traded his cock until he was ready to cum, then she let me finish him off, her hand gently squeezing, milking his cum into my mouth. When he started to go soft I pressed my lips to her mouth and pushed about half his load into it as we kissed. Then standing up I kissed his cheek before he slid weak kneed to the floor. "The, the shoes are on the house," he panted. We giggled and left She was even more excited as we headed for the next store, new shoes in the bag with her new outfits. We were close to the nail salon where I got my nails done once a month. "Momma, can we? I mean I never had my nails done professionally before," she said. "Well then, I guess this will be my special treat," I told her. With a giggle she said, "No Momma the really special treat was getting blow that guy Steve with you." "Andrea, how are you today," greeted my usual manicurist. "I wasn't expecting you today." "Julia, this is my daughter Daryl. She needs her nails done if you can fit her in, please." "Your daughter? I thought," "Yes I did too, but she's my daughter now," I said before she could mention my son. "This is her very first Manicure, so I want it to be my special treat." As Julia began working on her nails, I excused myself to go get her something special. I knew it was almost time for the jewelry store to open and wanted to get some pretty earrings. I knew she couldn't have bought any real diamonds and I couldn't really afford much but I wanted to give her, her first pair. I was almost ready to buy her a pair of simple studs when I saw the long dangly triple strands of tiny chip diamonds. Still they were more than I could afford from my bank account. "What the hell," I told myself as pulled out my seldom used credit card. "They're for my only daughter, and she's more special to me than having a charge free card." I was aware of my new excited wiggle as I hurried back to the salon. The mall was beginning to fill up with shoppers now that all the stores were open. My cell phone began buzzing in my purse and I opened it to see the call was from Dr Harris, the Psychiatrist I worked for, before taking the job at hospital. "Good morning Arthur, I was just thinking of you this morning," I began. "Andrea, I wanted to talk to you in private. Is there any way we could meet say around one for lunch?" he sounded like he was in his doctor patient mode. "Yes, of course. I think I need to talk to you too. It's about Daryl and something she did at the beginning of the year." I saw the almost panicked look in her eyes. "I just wanted to make sure that you were aware of certain events before she comes home from school, or the Therapist calls to confirm she's continuing her ummm, uhhh," "Jeffrey, I know all about it. She confessed everything to me this morning, but I want her to personally apologize to you for what she did." "Andrea, would you like for me to take over as her at home therapist?" he asked. "I mean she already has me listed with the school, and Dr James has already offered to take over as her Endocrinologist after he was contacted by the one who was monitoring her progress at school." "Jeffrey, I'm surprised that you set all this up in such a short time." I was amazed. "Until I asked for a copy of her transition letter I thought you knew all about it. You can imagine my surprise when I saw my own letterhead." He told me. "I'm just thankful she didn't try this by going out and getting black market Hormones, you know how dangerous that can be." "Actually I hadn't thought about that yet, but thank you for reminding me." "You really didn't know about this did you?" "Until this morning, no. but that would explain the increase in my health insurance. I just thought it was due to inflation." "Well it sounds like you're busy, so I'll see you at one, say Applebee's, since this isn't an official consultation?" After he hung up I stepped up behind my new stepdaughter. "Hold still a minute," I said. Then quickly changed out her earrings before kissing the top of her head. "That's for your birthday, which I missed last week," I told her, trying to figure out if I was going to need to exchange the present I already got but hadn't given to her yet. "Momma, you already got me the best present ever," she said as Julia finally finished with her nails. "I get to be your daughter." "You be careful with those nails Sweetie, until you get used to the length," cautioned Julia. "Come on we have one more stop before lunch," I told her after I'd paid at the salon. We bought matching Bikini's with a full back panty instead of a thing. Then in the same store I took her to the back where they sold Gaffs in case she might need one to help hide things. She bought two in a flesh tone, then confessed she rarely needed one since she had almost nothing to hide. Looking down in the fitting room I saw that like me it was actually pretty tiny, like my own. We met Dr Harris for lunch, and he sat looking between the two of us then grinned. "I think you look more like her mother than her real mother does," he told me. Daryl apologized for everything and then was pleased to be forgiven, so long as she actually started doing Therapy with him for the summer. When we got home we found a note from James Moore the neighbor. The airline had delivered Daryl's lost luggage and we could come and pick it up any time. They helped her carry it to the house and then I invited them over for a cookout on the patio later on. I sat in her room on her bed helping fold her lingerie as she put it in her drawers, emptying out all the leftover boy clothes. "Momma, can I ask you something?" "Of course you can Sweetie," I encouraged her. "Do you think I can really learn to be just like you? I mean you know do all the things you do like umm, like taking a guy down my throat?" she was blushing. "Yes but you still haven't told me how you know about that," I said. Now red faced she reached between her mattress and box springs, taking out an unmarked DVD case. I recognized it right away. The DVD inside was simply marked, "My Slutty Andrea". It was a DVD her father and I had made a few months before he died, and I had put it away not wanting to relive painful memories. Her father had insisted on watching me with other men to know that I wouldn't just become an old maid after he passed away. "Can you teach me to do the things you do in this movie? I really want to be just like you, it's a way we can really share together." I could see the look of hope in her eyes. "Yes I can teach you to do that," I finally said. "But we'll need to start you with some small toys unless you aren't still a virgin." I knew by the way she blushed that she was. "I, momma I saw some little clamp thingy's in your dresser, in the bottom drawer. Are those for sex too?" "I haven't used those since your father died," I confessed. Now a look of excitement crossed her face. One that said she wanted to experience what I had with her father. "Can, can you teach me to, to," she fell silent trying to find the right words. "Yes but I want you to watch the other video's first before you decide if you want to experience that much of the special bond your father and I had together." I told her. So she'd been further into my dresser than I realized, and she wanted me to turn her into a total slut like I was. Those nipple clamps and the larger one I referred to as a clitty clamp had been her fathers, and I never let anyone else use them on me since he'd died. But now they were something we could both share in together. "Put on your school uniform young lady, and come find me in the basement. I'll go get the DVD's ready for you to watch." Making my way to the basement and the door that had been locked for the last ten years. She'd asked me before what was in the room and I'd always just said, "Painful memories." Now I removed the padlock and opened the door to the one room she'd never been allowed into. A heavy layer of dust covered everything that wasn't covered over with a sheet. The camera's stood in the four corners on their tripods covered over as did the big screen TV and video player. I pulled the cover off the love seat, then off the large padded pedestal in the center of the room. The eye bolts and restraints still attached waiting to be used. I hadn't used this room without her father, though I still went out regularly to meet up with some of the people we'd known who could give me the level of pain and discipline I craved. I'd found myself craving more, and more pain and it scared me though. I knew it was because I felt guilty for wanting it without her father to share it with. I began dusting things off and soon I heard a slight gasp at the door. She stood there wide eyed looking at everything, a quiver of excitement and fear ran through her. The pleated mini skirt and button down blouse, combined with the knee socks and Mary Jane's, and her hair in loose pigtails caused my clitty to tingle and stir in my pantys. I opened a drawer in the sideboard table and took out a riding crop. "Sit young lady," I pointed to the love seat. She sat down, and I pulled out the first DVD. "Andrea's Slut Training, Session One." I slipped it into the player and started it. Then caressing her bare knees with the crop I said, "This is one hour long, I'll be upstairs for a bit. If you decide you don't really want to learn, just lock the door and come upstairs. Momma will understand." I was afraid of watching the videos, I didn't want her to see me cry or be influenced by me into doing something she didn't really want to do. I busied myself upstairs cleaning house trying not to think about what she was seeing in the video's though I could remember it like it was yesterday. About an hour and a half later, when she hadn't come up I decided to take the clamps down to the dungeon room where they belonged. Stepping through the door I found her on all fours in the middle of the pedestal. Both ankles secured with the restraints, and one wrist. "I, Momma I couldn't get the last one secured," she blushed. "I want you to train me to be a Slut too." she bit her lip in anticipation. I picked up the riding crop again and crossed to the pedestal. Tracing it up the backs of her thighs, over her exposed pantys I asked. "Are you sure about this? Really and truly sure?" I asked her the same question her father had asked me when we began. "There's no going back from here, you understand that right? You will be my sex toy to play with any way I choose. To share with anyone I choose." I felt a shiver run up my spine as I said those same words to her. Then hearing a squeal of pain I looked at the TV, seeing myself in the same position on the pedestal. Our neighbors James and Francesca Moore there with two black men. It had been Francesca who had cried out as she was suspended from the ceiling. Her pussy spread wide open in front of me. The clamp on her clit was attached to the pair on my nipples as her husband slammed his marvelous cock into my ass causing me to rock tugging on the clamps. "Don't be afraid Andrea, I want you to lick that pussy, get all wet for Me." my husband said. "Nooo, noooo, please god noooo," pleaded Francesca. "I'm not a lesbian. Nooooo." That earned her a vicious swat on her up turned ass. "Then I guess you'll be telling me you don't like black cocks either?" asked my husband in the video. "Andrea loves black cock, don't you?" "Yesssss, Master," I said along with the video, then reached over and turned it off. "No more cheating now Slut." I knelt and quickly fastened the cuff around her wrist. "This is your last chance to change your mind. If you say yes I hope you paid attention to the training video. Because I'm not going to tell you the safety word. Do you know it?" "Yes Momma, I know it." I lay the crop down on top of the Video player then fed a new DVD into the recorder, turning on the cameras. I fed new blank DVDs into each recorder. "Say it, tell me the safety word, little girl." "C, cotton candy," With grin I picked up the plastic school ruler from the desktop. "Not quite little girl. You forgot my title. Do you know what my title is slutty little girl?" "N, no Ma'am," She answered. "You may call me Mistress Mommy," I was rubbing the flat of the ruler over her ass. "Yes Mistress Mommy," "Better, now let's get you into position to learn begin your discipline training." I knelt at the back of the pedestal and caught the rings in my fingers. "Ready?" I asked but before she could answer I tugged hard the chains running through the eyebolts attached to the ankle cuffs pulling her ankles apart to the very corners. Then I quickly hooked them to keep her legs securely open. Next I moved around front and did the same with the ones attached to her wrists. Now she had no means to escape. "Are you afraid now little girl?" I played the ruler over her ass using the edge to lift her skirt, exposing her pantys. My hand was quick as I flicked the ruler back and smacked, she yelped and jerked against the restraints. "I asked you a question, are you afraid little girl?" "Y, yes Mistress," she hesitated. Smack. "Yes Mistress Mommy," she had silent tears flowing from her eyes now. "See, even little girls can learn to be proper sluts. That's what you asked for isn't it? To be trained to be a slut like Mommy?" again she hesitated too long. Smack! "Yes Mistress Mommy" "Good, see you're learning. But first we have to reinforce your use of proper titles. I want you to keep count now," Smack, "One Mistress Mommy." Smack, "Two Mistress Mommy." Smack, "Three Mistressssss Mmmmommmmmy." Her little girly clit was growing hard straining against the crotch of her white cotton pantys. Smack, "Four Mistresss Mommmyyyy." "A good slut doesn't move when she's getting disciplined," smack. "F, five Mis, mistressss Mommmy." Smack, "Six Mistress Mommy." She was beginning to pant in anticipation. Her little clitty leaking juice into her pantys. Smack, "Sevennnnn, Misssstressssss Mommy." I grinned to myself knowing it was only going to be one or two more smacks before she came. Smack, "Eight Miss, Mistress Mom, Mommy." Smack, "Unnnnngggggggggggggggg Niiiiiiiiiiiiine MisssssssssstresssssssssssMommmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." She began cumming in her pantys. "Did I tell you, you could cum?" Smack, smack, smack. The phone upstairs began to ring. "Hold that thought," I told her. Then pulled open a drawer and took out the smallest butt plug I had. The phone continued to ring. I pulled her pantys down in back then rolled the tip of the plug in her own cum. "I almost said sorry about this. But you want to be a slut like Mommy so you need to get used to things in your tight little slut pussy." I twisted it around pushing in, in, in, watching her tiny virgin pucker opening to accept it. "Aaaahhhh, it hurts Mistress Mommy." I pushed harder until it popped past the largest part. Then I went to the phone beside the door and looked at the caller ID. Picking it up I answered, "Yes Jennifer, how are you?" "I'm fine. But I was a bit worried. Is everything ok there?" "No everything is fine here why do you ask?" "Well Mindy said she heard noises coming from your basement. She said it sounded like someone was being spanked, and someone else counting them." I could hear the depth of her excited breathing at the thought of what might be happening in my basement. "Jennifer, how old is Mindy now?" "She's seventeen, the same as Darryl. Why?" "Has she thought about boys yet?" "Andrea, what are you up to? And do you need my help?" "Momma no, please," began Daryl. "Excuse me, my little girl has forgotten her discipline already. If you want you can come and help me teach her to be proper slut." I told my neighbor from across the back yard. "I thought Darryl was supposed to be home," she said. "Oh she's home alright, and learning to be just like Mommy, isn't that right Sweetie." I brandished the ruler. "Yes Mistress Mommy." "Oooohhhh, this is going to be a fun summer. Let me get Mindy and we'll be right over. But I think this is going to be a surprise for her." "Whatever do you mean?" I giggled. "We get to train our little girls together. Is this one of Darryl's little friends from school?" "You'll see when you get here, the doors open." "That was very naughty, interrupting Mistress while she was on the phone. Now what was that two letter word I heard you say?" at her blank look I prompted, "The one you are never to use, Sweetie pie." "M, Mistress Mommy I'm sorry, please," I cut her off. "Please what? Please spank your naughty little ass until you can remember?" I asked with an amused smile. "N, yes Mistress Mommy, please." "Ohh she sounds so eager. Unlike my little Mindy," she was pulling on a leash, and the other end held Mindy Morgan. I knew she'd had her eyes on Daryl for a long time, but I also knew he wasn't really interested in her that way. Jennifer leaned down in front of Daryl to get a good look. "Oh my heavens, she's so precious. How on earth did you ever convince her to dress like a slutty girl?" Seeing Daryl, Mindy's eyes widened. "Looks like we both just got started training our daughters to become proper sluts," I said. "Of course in Mindy's case it wouldn't be proper for her daddy to fuck her." I added. "I wonder if James and Francesca have started teaching Randal to be a good caring Master yet?" she giggled. "I left a note for Marcus to join us when he gets home. I hope that was alright." Mindy stood in the middle of the room next to the pedestal, wearing the skimpiest outfit, and four inch stilettos with a red rubber ball gag fastened securely in between her teeth. "Of course it is, it's been too long since we really had a chance to play together," I told her. "So what prompted you to begin her training?" I asked. "She was parading around in front of her father in just a pair of lace pantys. "Mmmuummmmnnnnnn offffunnnggggggitoowwwdissssss shiiiid noowwwwwww." Mindy mumbled hysterically. "I told you the last time sweetie, if you insist on parading around like a slut in front of your father I was going to train you to be a slut," her mother said. "Trust me Mommy knows all about slut training. I've been one since you were five years old." I couldn't help it I caressed her cheek, "Do you fantasize about your Daddy fucking your tight little pussy? About sucking his big hard cock until he cums all over that pretty little face?" she moaned trying to deny it. "Too bad Mindy, because all you get to do is watch him fuck your little girl friend Daryl." Jennifer turned to me, "By the way, how did all this happen?" she motioned to Daryl. Oh you won't believe it. I woke up intending to wake him up and found him dressed in my new purple blouse and lingerie. And then he told me he wanted to be a slut whore just like me." I smiled. "Oh did I mention he had dried cum stuck in his eyebrows?" "Then later while we were having our very first mother daughter shopping spree we gave the shoe boy a double blowjob together." "Get out, you did not." "Slut Daryl, did you enjoy sucking Steve the shoe boys cock with Mommy today?" I asked. "Yes Mistress Mommy." "And what did you ask me to teach you?" I prompted. "To deepthroat a real man's cock Mistress Mommy," she blushed. Taking the ball gag out of Mindy's mouth her mother asked, "Have you ever deep throated a cock little slut?" "N, no Mommy. Never." "Have you gotten your little cherry popped yet?" She blushed. "R, Randal fu, fucked me last week." "Bend over. No right here where Daryl can watch. You forgot my title little slut." As she bent over it was apparent she wasn't wearing pantys and Jennifer produced a riding crop. "You remember the position, now assume it." Smack, "Owww." She promptly spread her feet wide apart. Oh now look at this, I believe someone is all wet." Smack, the spat on the crop landed on her puffy wet pussy lips. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeowwww," she cried. "One Mistress Mommy." The phone began ringing again and I answered it. "Yes Francesca, you saw them coming over her." Smack, "Two Mistress Mommy," counted Mindy. "You're having some fun it sounds like." "Why don't you grab those two fine specimens of man candy and come on over? We'll have an initial training night. Just family tonight I think. Daryl is going to need a bit of gentle handling to get her broken in without really hurting her." She giggled, "Guess whose home from college?" "The twins? Really? Bring them along by all means." The twins were Robert and Rodney Moore. James boys from a previous marriage, and both very well hung young studs. Jennifer, Francesca and I had taught them both how to fuck three years before. As he entered James asked, "What made you decide to reopen your dungeon?" "My daughter asked me to teach her to be a slut," I said with pride. Francesca was kneeling in front of Daryl, "Do you how to lick pussy yet little girl? Mine is full of cum and needs to be cleaned out." she stood and grabbed a handful of hair pulling her face into that fresh fucked pussy of hers. "Here let me help teach her to do it right," I said pushing my face in next to my daughters. I heard my daughter whimper as they began caressing her reddened ass cheeks. Twisting and turning the plug, pulling in and out till the bulb almost popped out. Her clitty was hard in minutes as they encouraged her to tongue fuck Francesca. "Your turn now Sweetie," Francesca said. "Let's get that pussy all opened up and ready for a gangbanging." Randal wasted no time jumping in to lick her tight little pussy. While the boys took turns with Mindy I was busy sitting Daryl upright. Then binding her arms crossed behind her back. Robert started pushing his cock into Daryl's mouth. "Remember Son. Gentle the first few times. She's still a throat virgin," I reminded him, as I got busy having fun with his father and mother. Rodney was already busy driving his cock into Jennifer's throat. She was gagging and slobbering all over. "Pay attention Daryl, you'll need to know how she does that in a few minutes," I said my own clitty getting hard with excitement. This was my dungeon and I was in command of what took place. Always before in this room I was the cum slut. A feeling of power washed through me, I really was the Mistress of the dungeon now. I smacked Randal's ass with the ruler. "Line her up next to the rest, stud. Let's have a line fuck." They quickly bound Jennifer and Francesca's arms the way I had done Daryl's. Mindy began struggling, but was quickly subdued and bound. "We have a volunteer for the first round," I said. "Where do you want them to fuck you first," I ran the ruler over her pussy then around to her ass, rewarded by her trying to jerk away from me. "Thank you Slut, I'm going to have fun opening that tight little ass up for all these cocks. What do you say about that?" Smack, "Owwww P, please no." Smack, "Owwww." "Wrong answer. What do you say when your mistress or master asks you a question where you really have no choice?" "Th, thank you." Smack, "Owwwwwww. That fucking stings." Smack, smack, smack, she was reduced to tears. Pay attention little slut. "Daryl?" I waited until her mouth was free of cock. "What is the correct response for Slut Mindy?" "Thank you Mistress Mommy." I caressed her cheek, purring my approval. Smack, "Owww please no Mistress Mommy." Smack, "Bend over now. Hands flat on the floor." I directed. I started driving my tongue into her tight little virgin ass. Every time she clenched her cheeks I smacked her clit with my hand until she stopped resisting. Soon she was moaning in pleasure trying to rock back deeper onto my tongue. As she neared her first orgasm I held my hand over my shoulder and was pleased to see her father had arrived. He placed the thin tapered butt plug in my hand, then kissed her lips. "I'm proud of you for finally giving in Baby Girl," he pinched her nipples and she began to cum. I quickly twisted the plug into her. "Mmmm, nice. Let's let the little girls rest a bit shall we? We don't want to push them too far, too fast. Besides I think I promised to BBQ tonight." We quickly hobbled both Daryl and Mindy before leading them up the steps to the patio. the rest of the evening was spent with us playing with each other while they watched. When it was time to go home I released them both from bondage. "Did you enjoy yourselves?" "Yes Mistress Mommy," they both chimed in together. "And will you come back willingly for your next lessons?" "Yes Mistress Mommy," they said eagerly. "Now did we really hurt either of you more than you could stand?" They were searching for a way to say no without using the forbidden word. "Yes were hurt, but we were showed the pleasure beyond the pain," Daryl said with a smile. We let the young couple enjoy a kiss together. "You two have an entire week to decide if you wish to continue your training." I said. After everyone had left I walked into the house with my daughter. "I want you to know I'm very proud of you. Now would you like me to remove that plug from your little pussy, or do you want to sleep with it in?" "M, Momma you didn't use the nipple clamps," she pouted. "Next time Sweetie, I promise."