Chapter 5

I didn’t sleep very well that night after my mom rushed away from my bedroom door. The voice from the webcam mostly left me alone as I put on my pajamas and climbed into bed.

“Those pajamas were made for a little girl,” said the voice. “We’ll be doing something about those as well. Sleep tight, Gloria.”

When I woke up and sat on the side of the bed stretching, I could tell the webcam was moving to follow me. It was very quiet, but I usually caught the movement out of the corner of my eye. I ignored it and pulled on my bunny slippers before I rushed out of the room towards the restroom down the hall.

A few minutes later, as I approached the kitchen, I was filled with dread and embarrassment. I really didn’t want to have a conversation about what Mom had seen last night, but I was sure there was no avoiding it. My mom was not the passive type at all. She charged at everything head on.

I turned into the doorway to find her sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of Raisin Bran with a half-gallon jug of Purity 2% milk sitting next to the box. Her phone was laying next to the bowl and she was scrolling through something on it. The rectangular table was set next to a window looking out into our small backyard, leaving enough space for two people.

Mom turned to smile at me, but I only had eyes for what was sitting in the middle of the table, near the back. “Mom! What the fuck is that?” I cried out in shock. It was another webcam, and I could see it move slightly to focus on me as I stood there in the middle of the room staring at it.

“Good morning, baby girl!” my mom said with a bright smile. “Come sit down. Do you want me to make you some eggs?”

I stood there with my mouth open, staring back and forth at my mom and the webcam. I was frozen in place, unable to move or even say anything.

“Gloria,” my mom said in a more serious voice. “Come sit down. Now.” She pushed my chair out with her foot.

In a daze, I went over and sat down in the chair, watching the camera track me and focus on my face. I felt a tear stream down my left cheek. I felt so trapped and helpless. I also felt betrayed, knowing that my mom had to have something to do with a webcam appearing on our kitchen table.

“So, that was a very ... interesting performance in your room last night, baby girl. I take it you’ve decided to go along with what they’re asking you to do?”

I sniffed. “I don’t have a choice, do I? If I don’t do what they say, they will ruin my life.”

Mom gave me a skeptical look along with a smirk. “I’ve always said you’re a doormat, but I do love you, Gloria. You let them push you deeper into this hole you fell in, so now I’m afraid you’re going to have to find out how deep it really goes.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Well, after I left your room last night, I started getting text messages from a number I didn’t know. I guess it’s the same people using you. They apologized for me seeing you like that, then they put $250 into my cash app to make up for it.”

My eyes got wide hearing that, but my mom kept talking.

“I tried to ask them who they were, but they wouldn’t tell me. We chatted about you for a while, and they know how submissive you are. They seem to know a good bit about you.”

I just kept staring at my mom, gripping the sides of the chair to control the anxiety I was feeling.

“So ... anyway. After an hour of chatting last night, they finally made me an offer and I accepted it. I’m going to give them full access to the condo and they’re going to pay me for it.”

“Wha ... wha ... what the fuck, Mom? What does that even mean?” I asked, on the verge of a full-blown breakdown.

“It means I gave them the door code, so after we leave this morning, they’re going to come in and make some changes to the place. By the time you come home tonight, they’ll be done and we’ll be making a good bit of extra cash every month. It’s really going to help us, baby girl.”

“What kind of changes?” I asked, glancing toward the webcam on the table.

“To start with, there will be at least one camera in every room like this one. They’ll be mounted in corners, so you shouldn’t notice them once you get used to them. They’re all super high rez and they automatically track, so they won’t miss much.”

“So you’re okay with them watching us all the time? How are you so calm about this, Mom? Please don’t do this,” I pleaded with her.

“Stop being silly, Gloria,” she said. “It’s been years since I got any child support for you and you’re still living at home, so we need the money.”

“But Mom...” I started to say.

“But nothing, Gloria,” she said in her voice that I knew meant she wouldn’t accept any back talk. “Who works 40 plus hours a week for us?”

I sighed. “You do.”

“You’re damned right I do. You go to school and take the minimum number of classes, plus you made 2 C’s and a B last semester. It’s time you helped pay the way around here and that time is starting now. Today. Understand?”

“Yeah, I understand,” I said, slumping down in my chair.

“You will say ‘Yes ma’am’ and ‘No Ma’am’ to me, young lady. Just like you were taught.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said.

“Good,” she said with a smile. “Now sit up straight. Oh, take your top off also.”

“What?” I asked with some panic.

“The Voice has new rules for you, and one of those rules is you must remain topless inside the house. Now get it off before it gets mad at you.”

I was flabbergasted. I sat there just staring at her as she picked up her spoon and took another bite of her cereal. I kept waiting on her to say something else, but she just chewed the mouthful then looked at me with raised eyebrows.

I huffed and puffed but unbuttoned my pajama top and pulled it off. I used the excuse of folding it up to avoid looking at my mom or the camera. I could feel my cheeks glowing as they flushed, and I wanted to just die of embarrassment on the spot. I set the top off to the side on the table and then sat there with my hands in my lap. I could also feel my nipples getting hard, and that just made it all feel twice as bad.

“Very nice,” my mom said, smiling at me. “You can pretend all you want, baby girl, but those hard nipples definitely mean you’re enjoying this.”

“I’m not, Mom! I can’t help what my nipples are doing. They just do their own thing,” I said.

“Your nipples get hard when you get aroused, Gloria. That’s just the way things are. It’s not cold enough in here for it to be that. Now you sit there, and I’ll make you some eggs and toast. Do you want some O.J.?”

“Sure,” I said as I stared at the camera. I forgot to bring my phone to the table, so I didn’t even have that to distract me as my mom got up and started bustling around the kitchen.

After a few moments, I heard the voice speak from the speaker under the camera. “Play with your nipples for me, Gloria. See if you can make them even harder.”

I looked over at my mom, but she was getting a frying pan from the drawer under the oven and wasn’t paying any attention to me. I almost shook my head in refusal, but I had a vision in my head of the entire campus plastered in nude photos of me, which terrified me. So I wrapped my hands around the outside of my breasts and started squeezing them and moving my hands towards the nipples and back.

After a few moments of this, which felt so damn awkward, I heard my mom pause in her cooking and saw her turn towards me. She shook her head, a disapproving frown on her lips. “Gloria, you’re not doing it right. You’re not stimulating your nipples enough,” she chastised, her voice stern.

My heart sank as she moved from the stove, her footsteps echoing ominously in the silent kitchen. She came up behind my chair, her presence looming. My mom reached around me, her hands encompassing my smaller ones. She guided them back to my chest, her touch firm yet gentle.

“Like this,” she instructed, her voice low. She began to demonstrate, brushing her fingers against my sensitive nipples. I gasped, my body tensing at the unexpected contact. She wrapped her hands around my breasts like I had been doing, but when she reached the nipples, she held them between her thumb and forefinger, gently rolling and squeezing them. She would also squeeze them and pull them out towards the window at bit.

“Your nipples are very nice, baby girl,” she whispered in my ear. Her hands ran back up my breasts, squeezing the meat of them and making more blood rush into the nipples, which were now sticking up like terminals on a car battery. “I bet they would feel even better with a tongue wrapped around them, or lips sucking on them.”

Her touch was surprisingly tender, but the act was still profoundly humiliating. I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, my body responding in ways I’d never experienced before. It was as if a dormant part of me was being awakened, a part that was both terrifying and intriguing.

Suddenly, my mom kissed me on the neck then pulled her hands away from my breasts, leaving me feeling strangely bereft. She returned to the stove, the clatter of cutlery and crockery filling the silence. I was left alone with my thoughts, my body still humming from the unfamiliar sensations.

The voice from the speaker crackled back to life, its tone cold and clinical. “Good girl, Gloria. You’re learning fast. Soon we’ll move on to the next lesson.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I had no idea what the next lesson would entail, but I knew one thing for sure: my life was never going to be the same again. When my mom brought over the eggs and toast, I ate them quietly while she finished her cereal and scrolled through her phone.

When I finished, she smiled at me and took the dish and silverware over to the sink. “Okay, baby girl! Let’s get dressed and head out to get you some new clothes. This is going to be so exciting.” She walked over to the pantry and reached in to pull out two large black garbage bags. “Do you think we need three?” she asked.

I turned in my chair to stare at her. “Three for what?”

“For all your old stuff, silly. The voice wants it all thrown out. Well, except for that yellow sundress. I agree with the voice that it makes your tits look fantastic.”

“What? You can’t throw away all my clothes! This has gone too far, Mom!”

“Do what you are told and do not talk back, Gloria,” said the voice from the speaker. “We will not hesitate to assign more punishment.”

Mom looked at me expectantly and I just sighed and nodded my head. She reached in and grabbed a third bag before closing the pantry door and heading down the hall towards my room.

It took all three bags, but we managed to get all my clothes stuffed into them. The bags were heavy as I hauled them out to the car. Mom had me put on the yellow sundress again and it was now the only piece of clothing that I owned other than a few pairs of socks that were left behind. All my panties, bras, shorts, T-shirts, and sweats were gone. I wasn’t even allowed to wear a bra and panties out of the house. Just the dress and some flat sandals.

On the way, we drove up to a Goodwill box and dropped off the three bags of clothes. I cried as we pulled away, even though I wasn’t really very attached to anything in the bags. It was more about losing everything I considered mine, and the fear of the unknown that was confronting me.

Armed with the $1000 provided by the voice, my mother and I ventured out to the mall. She made me hand over the money, which she stuffed down into her purse. “From now on, baby girl, all the money you get from the voice goes to me. I’ll be managing it all for you. Got it?”

I nodded at her then stared out the window. I kind of felt like I was being pimped out ... by my mom. How the fuck did I get to this point in life?

The crisp morning air was a stark contrast to the heat I felt in my cheeks, the memory of the previous day’s events still fresh in my mind. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread as we entered the shopping complex, the bright lights and cheerful chatter of shoppers only serving to heighten my anxiety.

Our first stop was at Victoria’s Secret, a store I had always found intimidating with its sultry mannequins and racks of lacy underthings. My mother led the way, her stride confident as she headed straight for the lingerie section. I trailed behind her, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to ignore the stares of people looking at me in my skimpy sundress. The lack of panties and a bra made me feel practically naked.

“Try these on,” my mother instructed, handing me a selection of thong panties and push-up bras. I looked down at the items in my hands, the delicate lace and satin a far cry from my usual cotton briefs and sports bras. The thongs were barely there, a mere scrap of fabric designed to disappear between my cheeks. The bras were adorned with intricate lace, their cups molded and padded to enhance my cleavage.

I hesitated, but my mother’s stern gaze left no room for argument. I retreated to the fitting room, the plush carpet and soft lighting doing little to ease my discomfort. As I slipped into the thong, I couldn’t help but feel exposed, the fabric barely covering my most intimate areas. The bra was equally as daunting, the cups lifting and separating my breasts in a way that felt both unnatural and strangely enticing.

“Those look great on you, honey,” my mother said from the door of the fitting room, her voice dripping with a mix of approval and something else I couldn’t quite identify. “The boys are going to love seeing those perky tits of yours. Oh, we’re going to take care of that bush tonight, by the way. Can’t have it growing wild around those thongs, can we?”

“Jesus, Mom.” I blushed at her words, feeling both embarrassed and a tiny bit aroused. Next, she had me try on a purple wink lace cami and flutter shorts to replace my pajamas. She had me get a size smaller than I thought I should get, which showed off my ass and my midsection a lot more than I would have wanted it to.

“Oh, baby girl, this is just perfect. You look sexy as all fuck in this. The voice is going to love it when it watches you sleep in these. We’ll have to get you some new satin sheets also. It’s going to feel so damn good.”

I tried not to think about the voice watching me sleep as Mom told me to get the same set in pink as well. Each set was $50, so we were burning through the cash pretty fast so far. After we picked out half a dozen lacy thongs and three bras, I quickly changed back into my sundress, eager to move on to the next item on our shopping list.

Next, we moved on to the dress section at a different store. My mother pulled a selection of short, tight dresses from the racks, each one more revealing than the last. There was a black satin mini dress, its straps thin and the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. A red bodycon dress, its fabric hugging every curve and promising to showcase more skin than I was comfortable with. And a white lace dress, its sheer fabric and intricate detailing making it look more like a fancy nightgown than something to wear in public.

As I tried on each dress, I couldn’t help but feel like an imposter. The clothes were a far cry from my usual jeans and t-shirts, and I felt like I was playing dress-up in a costume that didn’t fit. The satin of the black dress felt cool and smooth against my skin, the tight fit accentuating every curve. The red bodycon dress was vibrant, the color making my skin look flushed and my eyes sparkle. The sheer fabric of the white lace dress felt decadent, the intricate lace detailing making me feel both elegant and exposed.