Chapter 14: Monday—Mum cracks

Dad phoned his firm on Monday morning and told them he’d be off for the week. It meant Mum wouldn’t be alone in the house, which I knew was good. I didn’t fully trust her yet. Despite her behaviour being exemplary, she still made comments that revealed her avarice. Those comments made me worry that she was trying to manipulate herself into a position where she could get Dad’s money. I knew from The Trust’s lawyer that Granddad Morshuis had never trusted any of his son’s wives, but he was especially suspicious of my mother. He called her a ‘money grubbing, social climber’.

Tasha called me at uni to say she’d begun training with Marla. She knew I wasn’t bothered that she had, but she worried that someone we both knew would see them together and tell me. I felt that same sad/glad feeling, but I knew I was merely jealous that they’d found each other when I was still essentially alone. I could easily slip into a full-time relationship with Tom, but I didn’t think he was ready to commit, and I definitely wasn’t. I thought that waiting until I was a resident, which was over ten years away, before becoming permanently involved with someone was the wise move.

I returned to an empty house. Dad’s car was gone, so I surmised he was out with Mum. I hoped that was a good thing, but I feared because I knew how emotionally fragile Dad still was.

I was getting myself a cold drink when I heard the garage door go up and Dad’s car enter the garage. He and Mum came through the door, giggling like two school girls. They saw me, immediately crossed the lounge, and knelt with their heads on my feet.

“Afternoon, Mistress,” they intoned in unison. “How may we serve you?”

Okay, that was good and weird. I assumed that Dad had been instructing Mum on how to serve me correctly. Still, having them speak the same words simultaneously was more than a little strange.

“Look at me,” I ordered. When they did, I asked, “Have you two had sex together yet?” Their embarrassed giggles told me they had before they answered. However, I suspected they may not have had penetrative intercourse yet. “Clarify what sex you had.”

Mum spoke for them, which warned me that what I suspected was true. She’d used Dad to get off, putting him in a subservient position again. Something I would not accept. For Dad’s continued mental health, it was imperative that Mum was the low bitch on the totem pole. Dad answered to everyone currently. Myself, Gordon, or Tasha could order him to do something, and he had to obey. That’s where he wanted to be, and it’s where I kept him. However, I did not trust Mum not to abuse him emotionally and psychologically. She had for their entire marriage, and it would be all too easy for them to fall back into the same pattern.

“Show me your cunt,” I growled at Mum. She reluctantly shifted onto her bottom, lifted her dress, and showed her panties. “Take them off,” I snarled. Mum slowly removed her knickers before leaning back so I could see her pussy. “Where is your chastity belt?’ I growled as my anger threatened to explode.

“No one put it back on after we all made love last night,” Mum protestingly defended. “I thought I was allowed to play again.”

My mind was close to imploding. I mean, seriously? I was losing my girlfriend, struggling to keep my father’s mental health strong, dealing with a manipulative mother who had devastatingly reappeared in my life, juggling a boyfriend and a high-stress uni degree, and I had to be the one to remember to put chastity devices on everyone? Fuck me!

The Trust’s lawyers said I could spend up to 3.5 million dollars a year before any questions would be asked. It was so tempting to take a couple of million dollars and fuck off. Buy myself a nice home somewhere far away from everyone else, invite Tasha, Marla, and Tom, and spend the rest of my life fucking myself to death.

“Dad, show me your pussy,” I sighed. Sure enough, he had replaced his cock cage himself. “Dad, wait for me in your room.” He scurried out. I got the rolling pin from the drawer. Mum was still a mass of bruises, but pain seemed to be the only thing she understood. Pain wasn’t reward in itself for her, so I could use it to punish and break her. I had avoided using pain because she’d been beaten so severely for so long, but I could not let her inveigle her way into Dad’s affections as his top.

“Carina? What are you doing?” Mum fearfully asked.

“What I need to do, Mandy. What you’ve forced me to do.” I shook my head regretfully. “You seem to think you can waltz back in after abandoning us and after three years of fucking anyone you wanted to and retake your place as head of this house and your marriage. This is my home, Mandy. You abrogated any claim to it when you left.”

I glared at her as my anger roiled through me. “And Dad is my bitch, not yours. I saved him, Mandy. You almost killed him with your betrayal, and I had to commit the sin of incest to bring him back. You used him today because you knew he’d slip back into wanting to please you. Did you even cum, Mandy? Or did you fake it like you did for all those years before you left?”

Her lack of response confirmed my assumption. I slapped my palm with the rolling pin several times before roaring, “I should throw you into my car and drop your saggy arse in The Valley, and hang a sign around your neck saying ‘Free use whore’. How does that sound, Mandy? I am so fucking sick of you that I could scream!” I sat on a chair. “Take off your dress and lie over my thighs.”

“Carina, please,” Mum begged.

“Mistress, you dumb cunt,” I screamed. “How fucking stupid and/or stubborn are you? Get the fuck over my knees before I beat you to death! I’m done fucking around with you!”

I must have scared her because she almost leapt over my thighs. I pushed her off me, disgustedly saying, “I have no fucking idea why Dad put up with you for all those years. Remove you fucking dress, Mandy, you stupid cunt.”

Mandy obeyed, but I pushed the rolling pin away. I was too angry, and I was liable to hurt her severely if I used it on her. The fact that I wanted to hurt was reason enough to put the rolling pin away before I did. My anger boiled in my veins, and I was almost totally out of control. I had to step back before I lost my mind and beat her half to death. Hissing angrily, I pushed Mum off my lap and snarled, “Run and get your chastity belt, Mandy. And I do mean run!”

I’d never seen my mother move so fast. She was terrified and ran so quickly I was sure even Tasha couldn’t have caught her. I made her stand before me and put it on before demanding that she kneel and kiss my feet. “Repeat these words, Mandy,” I growled menacingly. “Repeat them, implant them in your mind, and every time you think you’re anything but what these words say, repeat them to yourself until you remember what you are.

“These words, Mandy: ‘I am Mistress Carina’s worthless pussy slave. I am a useless piece of cunt meat whose only purpose is to serve my Mistress.’ Repeat those words, Mandy. Repeat them now. Believe them now. Be them now, or, so help me God, I will beat you until no one can see your previous bruises and then throw you naked on the street.”

Mum falteringly said, “I am Mistress Carina’s worthless pussy slave. I am a useless piece of cunt meat whose only purpose is to serve my Mistress.”

“Repeat them and believe them!” I demanded.

“I am Mistress Carina’s worthless pussy slave. I am a useless piece of cunt meat whose only purpose is to serve my Mistress,” Mandy said more strongly.

“I said, ‘Repeat them and believe them,’” I snarled.

“I am Mistress Carina’s worthless pussy slave. I am a useless piece of cunt meat whose only purpose is to serve my Mistress,” Mandy said firmly.

“Do I have to beat those words into you for you to believe them?” I menacingly asked, picking up the rolling pin.

“No, Mistress,” Mum quickly stated.

“What are you?”

“I am Mistress Carina’s worthless pussy slave. I am a useless piece of cunt meat whose only purpose is to serve my Mistress,” Mandy said firmly.

“Crawl after me,” I ordered as I stood and shifted to one of the sofa chairs in the lounge. I sat before lifting my legs onto the armrests, exposing my panties. I pulled them aside and growled, “Show your Mistress what a good little pussy slave you are!”

Mum’s lips descended onto my pussy and she licked from perineum to my clit and then back. I held her head and squeezed her so tightly against me that she could barely move. My anger slowly turned to arousal, and I could feel my liquids starting to flow. I moved further down the chair so my butthole was accessible. “Take my panties off with your teeth and rim my asshole,” I ordered.

Mum complied, although I had to pull my panties partly down before she could. Mum knelt, gulping as my little chocolate star twitched under her gaze. I was about to demand that she followed her orders when her tongue snaked between her teeth, and she touched it to my ring. I grabbed the back of her head and mashed her against my ass. “Lick, my cunt slave. Get your tongue deep in there.”