Chapter 1: Daughter Submits to her Mommy

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Bess Atwater – The Goddess Aquarius

I hummed in delight as I was being led around the grocery store by my leash by my mother. My collar was tight about my neck. I wore my leather boots and corset that left my small breasts bare. Nipple clamps squeezed about my nubs, giving me such naughty pain. A butt plug filled my ass, humming away.

“Come along, you little slut,” Mommy said. I loved how she controlled me. She was wearing her own corset that held her round breasts. Her brown hair was gathered back in a ponytail. She swayed, her ass plump and naked. Her heels clicked.

No one cared that she was naked. That I was naked. I was a goddess. I radiated out my commands, my thoughts prickling as I affected all the people I passed, imprinting my commands and desires on them. But it wasn’t enough.

I was only one person.

“Make repeaters,” the voice whispered. It was both male and female. Like two people speaking in unison. It was the perfect thing for a naughty goddess like me.

“Grab those oranges,” said Mommy. “Get ten of them. Good ones.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I moaned, my pussy clenching, so wet that I had to obey them. I couldn’t affect my parents any longer. I had made it so they would always dominate me. It was so sexy that they could control a goddess like me.

Just because I was a goddess with the powers to change the world didn’t mean I had the right to disobey my parents. It made me so wet to obey them. To be dominated by them. Spanked and bound. They ruled my life.

I went to the oranges and started feeling them, finding the perfect ones. I put them one after the other into the bags. This blonde woman came up beside me. She looked like a mother. I bet she had daughters.

“Are you a mother?” I asked her, focusing my powers on her. A prickle ran across my thoughts and hers. It didn’t take much to get her to answer my question.

“I am,” she said, smiling. “I have two daughters.”

She was perfect to be my first repeater. To spread my powers to new people.

“I have a task for you,” I said. “I’m your goddess, and you are my disciple.”

My thoughts burned as I gave her that command. She trembled there, whimpering as she held the orange. Then she blinked and nodded, a smile spreading on her lips as she stared at me. Then she gasped and fell to her knees.

“My goddess,” she said.

“No, no, don’t bow to me,” I gasped. “I’m just a goddess-slave. But you ... You have to spread my commands. I need you to do that for me.”

I cupped the blonde woman’s face and thrust my commands deep into her mind. I pushed them against her thoughts. I squeezed about her mind, pushing on her my will that I wanted her to carry out. My asshole clenched on the buzzing butt plug as my thought blazed.

Acidic needles stabbed into my thoughts. I whimpered against the ecstatic pain. Agony was the other side of rapture. They could blend from one to the other so easily. It was such a wonderful thing to experience. I fed her my commandment.

Daughters submit to their parents. Women submit to their men. It makes a father hard to have his daughter submit. A mother wet. A daughter burns with submissive lust for her parents. To pleasure them. Obey them in every way. To be dominated. Controlled and ruled. To be their dirty slut. Their naughty whore. Mothers, if you don’t have a man, submit to your brother or father. Parents, buy paddles and flails to spank your naughty daughters. Gags, vibrators, all the fun toys. Dress in leather. Corsets and chaps. Thigh-high boots. Sexy BDSM clothes. Agony is the other side of rapture. Pain feels good.

“Go and spread it,” I said, feeling her mind echoing. “Go.”

“I will,” she groaned and rose. She hurried off, gasping, “I have so much to buy.”

I smiled as I turned back to the oranges. I gathered them into the bag and returned to my mother picking out apples. She glanced at me then at the woman. Her gaze narrowed at me. “What was that about, slut?”

“Just spreading my good word, Mommy,” I said. I beamed at her. “Don’t you want the world to understand that daughters need to be sex slaves? That wives have to submit to their husbands and dominate their daughters with them?”

“Yes, yes, I do,” said Mommy. “Now let’s get the vegetables.”

Cally Servant

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I told my friend as she dropped me off at my place.

“Yes, yes, it’ll be great, Cally,” Debra said. “Ciao!”

She drove off in her car. I hummed as I headed up to the door. My thoughts tingled as I came closer to the house. A prickle that ran across my brow. I shook my head. Mom was home. She was working hard to provide for me and my little sister Betsy after our father died.

Mom was great.

My thoughts prickled more as I approached the house. My brow furrowed at this strange sensation. Like pins and needles were burrowing into my mind. I grabbed the doorknob and opened it. I stepped inside, and my thoughts burned.

“On your knees, slut!” Mom said as she stood before me.

“What?” I groaned, my mind blazing. Thoughts were pushing in on me. Stars danced across my vision. “Slut?”

Why would my mom ... call me ... a slut...?

I struggled with that question as I realized through the fire burning across my thoughts that Mom was dressed weird. No, like she was a dominatrix or something. She wore black thigh-high boots that gleamed with polish. A matching corset went with it. One that left her tits and pussy exposed. Mom had a blonde bush that was thick and dripping in juices. Her large breasts were lifted into a pair of quivering mounds, her fat, dark-red nipples thrusting out at me. Her blue eyes burned.

I collapsed to my knees from the pain as this foreign thought pushed against my mind. I clutched my head. I shook my head, confused by what was going on. Then ... then ... the pain relaxed. I blinked as the prickling withdrew, like a million needles had pulled out of my mind.

“Good, slut,” Mom said as she stood before me, her hands on her hips. I shuddered at how right it felt to have to kneel before her. She smiled, her blue eyes shining with domination. “Now strip, you dirty fucking whore. You’re just a slut. Seventeen and a complete whore! Now you’re Mommy’s whore!”

“Yes, Mommy!” I gasped and jumped to my feet. I was so eager to obey her. There was a part of me that thought this wasn’t right. My mother wasn’t a dominatrix who would call me those names. Nor would she tell me to strip.

And I shouldn’t be so eager to obey, but I was.

It was like I was seeing the world in a whole new light. The proper light that I was meant to view the world. One where daughters submitted to her parents. Women to their husbands. That I was a dirty slut that had to obey Mommy’s every command.

I worked at the buttons of my blouse. I pulled that off, exposing my round breasts held in a pink bra. I threw my blouse on the floor, Mommy watching me with hunger in her eyes. She licked her lips across her mouth, her hips rocking from side to side.

I reached behind me and undid my bra. I freed my round breasts. They spilled out. Firm, teenage titties. Mom groaned at the sight of them. Her bush dripped with pussy juices. God, she was so sexy. I lusted for her. I wanted to commit incest with her.

It was so forbidden, but I didn’t care. If she ordered me to eat her pussy, I would do it.

I hoped she would order me to do it.

That would be so fucking hot.

I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks. Then I unsnapped my jeans. I wiggled them off. They were tight and stretchy. She groaned as my boobs swayed before me. I worked off the denim and slid it down my sleek thighs. I was so glad I shaved my legs this morning.

“Yes, yes,” she groaned. “Show Mommy that pussy. Let Mommy see how delicious your slutty cunt is, whore. Your Mommy’s whore now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mommy,” I moaned, stepping out of my jeans. I didn’t even hesitate to shove off my panties next.

I shuddered as my panties rolled down my thighs. The tangy aroma of my pussy filled my nose. The aroma was just a wonderful delight. Proof that my mom turned me on. God, she looked so sexy in her corset and thigh-high boots. I dripped for her.

I stepped out of my panties, quivering, so ready for her to order me. I dropped to my knees. It felt so right to be there. I trembled, waiting for her to give me the next order. She looked uncertain for a moment. Like this was all new to her. That she still hadn’t gained her confidence in it.

“What do you want me to do next, Mommy,” I moaned. “I’m you’re daughter-slave. Command me! Rule me! That’s what parents do to their daughters, and since Daddy’s gone, I need you to dominate me. Will you do that for me, Mommy?”

“Yes,” she groaned. “Stand up. Let me see that body. Mmm, you make me so wet, slut. My daughter-slave makes me so wet and juicy. You’re going to make me cum, whore. That will be amazing.”

“Yes!” I gasped. “How do you want me to make you cum, Mommy? I’ll do anything. I don’t care that its incest. I don’t! Just command me, Mommy!”

“First...” she glanced to the dining room table. There were bags on there. Black bags that had no store logo on them. “But first, I have to do things to you. I bought things I want to use on you. Yes, yes, I bought some naughty, naughty things!”

“Use them on me, Mommy!” I gasped as she headed for the table.

I followed after, staring at my mother’s rump. She had such a plump rump. It made me so wet to stare at it. My cunt clenched with the heat of it. This rush of delight that would sweep through me. I groaned, my cunt on fire. My pussy melted with the heat burning through me.

I reached the table to find Mom pulling out a cone from the bag. It was small with a knob handle set with a jewel. My eyes widened as I realized what it was. A butt plug. A stainless steel butt plug. My asshole quivered.

“Bend over the table, slut!” hissed Mom. “Now!”

“Yes, Mommy!” I moaned, my cunt clenching. My juices soaked my bush. As I bent over the table, my cream ran hot down my thighs.

This ticklish delight that made me quiver. I shuddered at that. My heart pounded in my chest as Mom moved behind me. I squirmed, my nipples rubbing into the table. Pleasure tingled from them that raced down to my cunt. My pussy burned.

“Now,” Mom moaned, “you are going to be a good, little slut from now on, right?”

“Yes, Mommy,” I moaned. I thought I had been a good daughter. Mostly.

She pushed the butt plug between my butt-cheeks. I shuddered as she found my asshole. I groaned as she drilled the stainless steel end of the butt plug into my sphincter. My anal ring stretched around the blunt point. I gasped as it grew thicker and thicker. I whimpered, my backdoor widening.

“Mommy!” I moaned, at that naughty toy drilling into my asshole. “Oh, god, Mommy! Jam that in me. I want that to be in me. I want that to fill me up.”

“Yes!” she hissed and twisted it back and forth.

More and more of it slid into my asshole. My anal ring stretched so wide. I whimpered at how strange it felt. This burning heat that melted down to my pussy. I groaned and shuddered as the butt plug popped into my bowels.

It was all the way in me. Filling me up. This felt so strange to me. Stretching me out. I whimpered as my bowels clenched about it. I squeezed my anal sheath around the intruding cone. My pussy dripped more juices down my thighs.

Then she pushed on the knob. It hummed to life.

“Holy fuck!” I gasped, bucking as it buzzed away in me. “It’s a vibrator!”

“Yes, it is,” Mom said, her hands sliding over my rump now. She squeezed my butt-cheeks. “Mmm, does that drive you wild?”

“It feels so good in me,” I groaned. “Oh, wow, that feels really good in me. Holy shit, Mommy! Oh, yes, yes, thank you for putting that in my asshole. Oh, wow, that feels so wicked. Mmm, Mommy!”

“Good,” she purred then squeezed my butt-cheeks. “But you’re such a bad, bad girl. Making Mommy worry while you’re out with your friends.”

“What?” I gasped. “You’re worried? But I’m just hanging out with them.”

“Being a slut!” Her fingernails bit into my butt-cheeks. I gasped at the pain as she continued, “Fucking whomever you want. You don’t get to choose who you fuck. I own you! Don’t you fucking forget that, slut!”

“Sorry, Mommy!” I whimpered as she dug her fingers into my butt-cheeks. “But it’s only been a few guys. Not a lot of them. I don’t just fuck anyone.”

“You fuck whomever I tell you to fuck,” she hissed. “If I want to put you on the street corner and sell your cunt for $5 to any guy who comes along, you’ll fucking do it. I own your body! You’re pussy! Your mouth! That tight asshole! I own them all, don’t I?”

“Yes, Mommy,” I gasped, her fingernails hurting. And that ... that felt incredible. My pussy burned. The pain felt good. It still hurt, but it also felt rapturous. Like they were linked. One was the other side of the other. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do. You own me! You own my body, Mommy!”

“Good,” she groaned then pulled back her hands. “But you still made me worry so many times. I tried not to show it. I tried to be a supportive mother. You were growing up, but ... No longer. I can’t tolerate you doing whatever it is you want. You will obey me.”

SMACK!

I gasped at her hand slapping down on my ass. She spanked me. Mom had never spanked me. Dad, before he died, never had, either. I couldn’t believe this. Heat swept through me at the feel of the stinging pain melting down to my pussy. It hurt, but it also felt so wondrous. I whimpered, my cunt clenching at the pain bursting through my cunt.

SMACK!

“Mommy!” I squealed at the stinging spank that landed on my other asscheek. It hurt in such a butt-clenching way. “Oh, Mommy, I’m so sorry to make you worry. I won’t do it again!”

SMACK!

“That’s right,” Mommy purred, my ass burning. Tears sprang into my eyes. It hurt, and I loved it. “You’ll do whatever Mommy tells you.”

SMACK!

“Right, daughter-slut?”

SMACK!

“My daughter-slave! You’re mine. I own your ass!”

SMACK!

“You do, Mommy!” I squealed, the pain burning across my rump. “You own me. I’m yours!”

SMACK!

I whimpered at the heat blazing across my butt-cheeks. They both stung. My pussy clenched, drinking in the heat. The pain turned to pleasure. The agony into rapture. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I quivered there.

SMACK!

My head threw back. My blonde hair danced around my face. My boobs rubbed into the smooth table while the butt plug hummed away in my asshole. That buzzing delight only swelled the pleasure growing in my pussy.

SMACK!

I was going to cum.

SMACK!

“Mommy!” I gasped, my asshole clenching about the butt plug.

The humming cone stimulated my asshole. As the pain melted down to my pussy, so did this hot pleasure. The two mixed inside of me in this wondrous way. I didn’t know this was even possible, but it felt amazing so wonderful I shuddered, savoring every bit of these sensations swirling through me.

SMACK!

“You are such a slut!” hissed Mom.

SMACK!

“I can smell how wet you are!” She inhaled deeply.

SMACK!

“Mmm, the smell of a daughter-slave wet from being spanked!”

“I am so wet, Mommy!” I moaned, my asshole clenching down on the butt plug vibrating away. “I’m going to cum!”

SMACK!

“You are such a slut,” she hissed. “Oh, my god, you’re going to cum from being spanked, whore?”

SMACK!

“Yes!” I howled, my pussy burning. “The butt plug is driving me wild. And the spanks hurt so much!”

SMACK!

Tears spilled down my eyes as she spanked me towards my orgasm. It was incredible to feel her hand slapping down on my rump.

SMACK!

The heat burned through me. I savored it as I quivered here, my nipples rubbing into the table.

SMACK!

I quivered on the edge of cumming.

SMACK!

My asshole clenched around the butt plug. The pressure grew in my pussy. Tears spilled hot down my cheeks. My ass burned so wonderfully. I shuddered as Mom drew back her hand. The air swished. She struck hard.

CRACK!

“Mommy!” I squealed as I bucked on the table.

I exploded.

My orgasm swept through me. Waves of rapture that surged through my body. I groaned, bucking from the pleasure that surged through me. Juices gushed down my thighs from my writhing cunt. I whimpered, stars dancing before my vision.

Mom put her hand over my pussy. I soaked her palm in my pussy cream. I whimpered, my mind drowning in rapture. My burning butt-cheeks clenched. The butt plug vibrated away in my asshole, adding more delight surging through me.

“Oh, Mommy! Mommy!” I squealed as more rapture surged through my body. It was just so wild. I loved every moment of it. “Oh, Mommy! I love this! This is so right!”

“Yes, it is,” she purred, her hand rubbing up and down my twat. I loved how she stroked my pussy lips. She caressed me. Naughty delight swept through me. “Ooh, you make me so wet. On your knees, you dirty slave! You’re going to eat Mommy’s pussy!”

“I’ve never done that before,” I groaned. “But I’ll do such a good job. I promise, Mommy! I’ll make you cum so hard!”

“I know you will,” she said. “You’ll make me cum so hard. You’re such a dirty, dirty slut! You love Mommy’s pussy!”

I did. I had never even realized it, but I did love her pussy. I just knew that I would savor pleasuring her. Being a daughter-slave was my destiny. I should have been one since I turned fourteen. It all made so much sense in my mind. I could see it all so clearly.

I felt so good as I turned around, my body buzzing from the amazing spankgasm Mommy gave me. The butt plug hummed in my asshole. I loved that naughty toy massaging my anal sheath. I turned to face my sexy mommy.

She was in charge in her sexy dominatrix outfit. Her boobs jiggled as she breathed in and out. Her blonde hair framed her mature and lovely face. A mommy. A MILF. I groaned as I dropped to my knees, my mouth watering to eat my first pussy ever.

Her spicy musk filled my nose. I groaned as I breathed it in. This wonderful aroma that made me quiver. I leaned forward and pressed my lips into her bush. She grabbed the back my head and shoved me forward.

I gasped as her curls spilled around my lips and cheeks.

Then I kissed at her pussy.

The cunt that birthed me.

I groaned and licked at her spicy folds with hunger. An incestuous desire to make my mother cum. I shuddered, the pleasure sweeping through me. I trembled, my tongue licking through her petals, stroking her labia. Her thick lips rubbed on my mouth.

I groaned, breathing in her musk. She gasped, her hand tightening on the back of my head. She held me to her pussy. She gripped me, forcing me to do this. I had to lick her. I had to eat her out. It was such a wild moment. I groaned, licking and lapping at her with all the hunger that I had. I licked and lapped with such ferocity at her.

She groaned, humping her pussy against my mouth. She smeared her twat across my lips. I loved that delight. I thrust my tongue into her snatch. I swirled about in her. I loved the flavor of her snatch. I licked at her. Lapped at her.

She groaned, her back arching and boobs bouncing. “Oh, you are such a daughter-dyke! Just a cunt-munching slut!”

These were words I never thought I’d hear from my mother. Cunt? It was so hot. I thrust my tongue into her snatch. I swirled around in her twat. Her pussy clenched down on me as she moaned. She held me her pussy. It was incredible to feel her bush on my face.

Her juices trickled down my chin. She was so wet. My mother was wet for me to eat her out. That was so hot. This was so wild. I swirled my tongue around in her cunt. I didn’t know if I actually loved pussy and never knew it, or if I just loved my mother’s pussy.

But this was so amazing to enjoy.

I was in heaven as I tongued her cunt.

I swirled about in her. I licked and lapped at her. I loved every moment of thrusting my tongue into her snatch and soaking in her spicy juices. Then I explored her folds. She had such thick labia, not like me. I found her clit nestled amid her petals.

I brushed her naughty bud. She gasped, her back arching. Her big boobs jiggled. She squeezed the back of my head, holding me to her pussy. It was so hot. So naughty. I was so wet and excited by this. I thrust my tongue into her snatch.

“Cally!” she moaned. “Oh, Cally, that’s so good!”

I flicked my tongue to her clit. “And you’re so delicious, Mommy!”

I stroked over her clit. I polished that naughty pearl. She groaned, her body bucking. Her moans were so exciting to hear. I loved them as I suckled on her clit. I nibbled on her bud. She groaned, her boobs bouncing in her corset.