Becoming My Daughters Slave 01

There are some parallels here to Nicequip's series

The Novelist,

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. That is a great read, and I highly recommend it. I didn't realize the parallels in my story to that story until I got into writing mine. I tried to contact Nicequip about it but have not yet heard back. Yes, I've waited for a while. Anyway, there are some significant differences. First, my story is pure lesbian. Second, my dominant is not a writer. Also, my dominant does not have a full harem of submissives, but she is part of a group of lesbian dominants that have their own slaves. Even though there are some similarities, this is a completely different story. There are no overlapping characters.

This is chapter 1 in a series. I'm really not one to focus on a single story line, so I will be adding chapters as the mood strikes me. I also have a few other works that I am working on as well.

All characters are over the age of 18. This is fiction, and does not remotely resemble real life. Now, a quick word from our friend Captain Obvious. This story contains incest between a mother and daughter. This story contains scenes of BDSM. This story contains scenes of lesbian domination and submission. This story contains scenes of incestuous slavery. This story contains scenes of younger women dominating older women. If you are stupid enough to still continue reading while offended by any of the above and, please note the following: If you stick a metal fork in a light socket, you will most likely get injured. Walking out onto a busy highway without looking will most likely lead to injury or death. Drinking Drain cleaner is hazardous to your health. Eating rat poison will cause severe health issues, including probable death.

Becoming My Daughters Slave

This is completely ridiculous, I thought to myself as I pulled into the driveway. My daughter has lived here for a full year, and I have never even seen her house. Every time my husband and I have had plans to visit her, something has always come up -- on her end, not ours. Oh, we still saw her often. It's not like she was ignoring us or anything. It's just that she was always coming over to our house, never us to her house. Oh well, it's not like there is much of a choice now. After a 300-mile drive, I finally made it here. I looked at the large house as I parked and shut off my car. I saw that the lights were on. At least she was home, and I wouldn't have to worry about her being out on a date until late at night, or even need to sleep in the car until she got home in the morning. Those were justifiable concerns, since I hadn't had a chance to call her and let her know I was coming. I just didn't have any other options at the time.

Katrina, my daughter, is 28-years old. She has a master's degree in Computer Science. She worked for a couple years at a large corporation doing Network Security, then opened her own company. I'm not very good with computers, I can do the basics like web browsing, email, and using Microsoft Word, but that's about it. I really have no idea exactly what she does, except that it has something to do with network consulting. She tried to explain it to me a couple of times, but it just sounded like she was speaking in Klingon. She is very successful (read that as $u₵₵e$$ful), and she was able to purchase this large house on about 5-acres last year. She had shown us pictures of the house and property, but we were never able to come out and actually see it.

Kat is a beautiful woman. She has my red/gold hair, fair skin, large breasts (40D), and beautiful face. She got her height (5'9") and long legs from my (soon-to-be ex) husband. She got her strong will from both of us. She's very outgoing and has a stubborn streak a mile wide. She graduated high school with a 3.9 GPA, got a full ride scholarship to a great college, and was top of her class when she got her bachelor's degree. She carried that over to complete her master's degree. She has always been popular and never lacked from attention from the boys. She is still single, though. I've started pushing a bit for her to get married and give me some grandchildren, but she just brushes that aside.

Anyway, I'm here now. No sense in putting this off any longer. I get out of the car and retrieve my three bags from the trunk. I am anticipating a long stay. Kat probably isn't going to be very happy, but I really don't have any other options at this point. I can't stay at the house I lived in with Thomas, and I don't really have the money right now to get my own place. Hopefully, Thomas doesn't fight the divorce, and I can get enough from the settlement to live a decent lifestyle for the rest of my life. Kat has a lot of influential friends. Maybe she knows a good lawyer that I can use as well.

[DING DONG] I hear the doorbell inside the house loudly proclaim my arrival. A minute later, I hear the 'click-clack' of high heels on a hard floor approaching the front door. I suddenly feel the stretching of my face as my eyes go wide at the sight greeting me when the door opens. It becomes blatantly obvious that I should have called and announced my impending arrival. No, I am not a sheltered individual. I may not be worldly, but I do have some understanding of different lifestyles. I have watched the occasional porno, and I do occasionally go onto sites like Literotica. Still, the sight of the young blonde wearing a leather collar, nipple and vaginal piercings, 6-inch spiked heels, garter belt and stockings, and NOTHING ELSE, was quite a shock to me. The fact that this young naked woman answered the door at my daughter's house sent a short circuit through my brain. As I stood there in shock, my eyes sought out some odd horizontal red stripes across her rather large breasts. A quick glance down revealed a smooth-shaven pubic mound. She seemed to be completely unashamed of her nakedness as she stood fully silhouetted in the wide-open front door. Apparently, I had just entered some sort of kinky twilight zone.

"Good evening. You're a bit early. Mistress wasn't expecting any of her guests to arrive for another hour yet." She pondered me for a few more seconds. I had yet to gain any control over my voice. "You are not one of her regular guests. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Trina, Mistress Kat's personal submissive."

OK. Obviously, I had the wrong address here. "I'm sorry. I think I'm in the wrong place. I'm looking for Katrina Manford. I thought that this was her address."

The little naked blonde's eyes widened. "Oh. Yes, you are at the right house. Mistress is still getting ready for the party. Please come in and I will get her for you. Who shall I say is here?"

She stepped aside for me to enter. Seeing my bags, she quickly stepped out and hauled them inside. As she bent over to pick up my bags, I noticed a very large plastic jewel attached to her ass. It really didn't take much imagination to conclude that the jewel was attached to a plug sticking up her butt.

"Uuuummmm, I'm, uuuhhh, Cinthia Manford, Katrina's mother." I somehow managed to stutter out.

Her smile suddenly increased in volume, and her eyebrows shot up her head. "Oh! Mrs. Cinthia. I'm so honored to meet you. Mistress Kat has told me so much about you. Let me go get Mistress. Please stay here. It shouldn't take but a few moments." With that, she turned and scampered out of the foyer.

OK. Let me be clear here. I'm not into women. I'm straight. At least I always have been. Still, I'm a woman. I have all the self-conscious and body image issues that most women have. I'm on the wrong side of forty, and my body isn't as tight as it used to be. I try my best at the gym several days a week, but it's a losing battle with gravity and age. That being said, I am well aware of what I am striving for. I've seen enough of those early 20's beauties in their yoga pants and naked in the showers at my gym to know what a weapons grade ass is supposed to look like. As she bounced out of the room, I couldn't help but think hers was not just conventional weapons grade, but nuclear weapons grade. Even the five red stripes across it didn't diminish the effect. I was left there in the foyer of this huge house pondering what the fuck I had just walked into.

Katrina:

It had been a really long week. Thank God it was finally Friday evening. I needed to blow off a little steam. This party I was hosting was just what I needed. Of course, I had started a bit early. Trina had screwed up a bit today, and I had to punish her a bit for that. I swear, sometimes I think she does that on purpose. She is a bit of a pain slut, after all. Perhaps getting a few cane strokes on her ass and a few leather straps across her tits gets her ramped up for these parties. I know it got me revved up.

I was just putting the finishing touches on my makeup. My outfit was laying on my bed ready to put on. I was sooooo looking forward to tonight. Nothing was going to ruin it for me. My guests would be showing up in about an hour. Six other mistresses with their slaves. All women. Several hours of lesbian BDSM debauchery was just what the doctor ordered. Seriously. One of them was actually a doctor. She had hosted the last party. She had two slaves, both nurses that worked with her in the ER.

As I was applying my blood-red lipstick, I saw in the mirror that Trina came bouncing into my room. She seemed very excited. I had heard the doorbell and assumed she had answered it.

"It's still a bit early for the guests. Who was at the door?" I inquired.

My hand froze as the lipstick was only halfway across my lip. I swear that I heard the crackle of sparks flying from a short circuit in my brain. The binary signals between my neurons simply were not computing. The waveforms entering my ears could not be correct, and that caused a total meltdown in my mind. Nonononononono. That simply could not have been what she said. Absolutely not. Not tonight of all nights.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"

"Mistress. Your mother is downstairs in the foyer. She also has some luggage with her."

To say this was a fucking disaster would be the understatement of the year. Glancing back at Trina, I realized that the disaster was probably even worse than one of my parents simply showing up unannounced.

"Uuumm, Pet? Is that how you answered the door?" I cringed as I already knew the answer.

"Of course, Mistress. I always answer the door like this."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. This really couldn't get any worse. I quickly finished my lipstick, grabbed my big fluffy robe, and donned it as I rushed down the stairs to the foyer. There stood mom with her eyes as big as dinner plates as she looked around. I noticed the three suitcases standing beside her. I got a bad feeling about this. This was going to be awkward.

"Mom. What are you doing here?" I asked. I mean, aside from the impending disaster that was about to take place, it seemed to be a reasonable question.

Don't get me wrong here. I love my parents and enjoy seeing them wherever I can. It's just that, well, I have a few secrets that they really don't need to know. OK, one or two might need to be discussed at some point, but not all of them. Unfortunately, at least a few of those secrets have already been let out of the box. Several more would be blatantly exposed shortly.

Cinthia:

"Mom. What are you doing here?" My daughter asked.

As I looked at her, I knew that I needed to tell her how my life had suddenly gone into the toilet. How do you tell your precious child what I needed to tell her? How do you destroy your child's vision of her parents? How do you take away a lifetime of wonderful memories and replace them with horrible ones? I could no longer hold it in. I just burst into body wracking sobs. I covered my face with my hands as I began bawling. I felt her arms encompass my as she hugged me tight. She began whispering encouragement into my ear. That only served to increase my tears. She was telling me that everything would be OK, but that was not the truth. Everything was destroyed. Nothing would ever be OK again. I finally managed to get it out.

"H, H, H, He is ch, ch, ch, cheating on m, m, m, me."

I felt her pull back a bit. "Wait. What? Daddy is cheating on you?" She asked.

"I, I, caught them. He was in bed with Jim."

"Wait. Who's Jim?"

"Jim is his personal trainer."

I couldn't believe it. Kat began laughing hysterically. "So, when he was going to THE GYM, he was actually just going to see JIM. Seriously? You can't make this shit up."

Once she explained it that way, I couldn't help but begin to laugh as well. "Well, yes. Then he began to bring the Jim home with him." We giggled for a few more minutes, then it was time to get serious again.

Kat motioned to my bags. "So, uuummm, I'm assuming that you left him and are looking for a place to stay for a while."

"Yes. I'm sorry to impose on you like this, but I don't have any other options right now. I'm really hoping that you have a spare bedroom available for a week or two until I can make some other arrangements." Granted I had no other options, but I was really beginning to wrack my brain for anything else at that moment. Aside from the fact that she obviously had company coming over, there was that whole naked girl with some pretty obvious S&M vibe going on. I was wondering if I really even knew my own daughter.

"Sure. Of course, you can stay here." I heard what her voice said, but there was panic written all over her face.

"uuuhhmmmm. If it's a problem, maybe I can go find a hotel somewhere. I mean, it sounds like you have company coming over, and I don't want to intrude." There was more to it than that, of course. Judging from the look of little miss naked blonde and the obvious recent beating she had been subject to; I really wasn't sure that I wanted to be here. I had a feeling that this party would be way outside of my comfort zone.

"Nonsense." Kat replied. "I wouldn't think of having you stay alone in some strange hotel. Let's get you up to one of the guest bedrooms and get you settled in." She turned and called out to the blonde naked girl. "TRINA!"

A moment later, the blonde naked girl bounced back into the room. And when I say bounced, I couldn't help notice that her large tits were bouncing -- A LOT.

"Take my mother's bags and show her to the guest room at the end of the hallway, the LAST guest room down the hallway."

With a 'Yes, Mistress', Trina scrambled to get my luggage, although I insisted on taking one of the three cases, and began leading me towards the stairs. Moments later, I was standing inside a large fully furnished bedroom. There was a king-sized bed, large dresser, vanity with a lighted mirror, a small sofa and a wingback chair set by the window, as well as a large walk-in closet. I could also see that there was an ensuite bathroom through another door.

After depositing my bags in the room, Trina turned to me. "Please take some time to settle in. I need to finish up a few things for the party, but I will come back in a little while to check on how you are doing."

With that, she scampered back out of the room. I let out a heavy sigh and began the arduous task of unpacking and putting my things away. As I was organizing the drawers and closet, my mind began going through all of the recent data that had assaulted me since the front door had been opened. I may have been a bit sheltered, but I am not an idiot. Of course, I had a lot of questions -- I mean, seriously -- a shitload of questions. Who wouldn't? When had my daughter become a lesbian? OK, maybe she was just bi-sexual. I didn't have enough information to determine that, and every mother has hopes that her daughter will marry a man and give her grandchildren. Also, based upon the recent marks on Trina's ass and breasts, not to mention that she referred to Katrina as 'Mistress', she had somehow gotten into a BDSM lifestyle. WTF was up with that? And, what was that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach? My musings were interrupted by Kat walking into the room.

"Mom," She began. "Look, I know that you have a lot of questions and you saw some things that no doubt shocked you this evening. We will sit down tomorrow and discuss everything. I'm sorry, but I have guests about to arrive, so I just can't answer any questions right now."

"OK, Dear. I understand. I really don't mean to intrude. Maybe I can meet some of your friends at the party tonight."

The look on Kat's face morphed into pure horror. "No! Absolutely not!" I was a bit surprised at her response. She then took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Look, mom. This is definitely not a party you want to go to. You can't be there. I would have canceled it if you had shown up earlier. Unfortunately, I just can't cancel it in this short amount of time. You need to stay in this room for the rest of the night. I'll have Trina bring you some food and drinks to keep you satisfied. I also have a friend coming who is a divorce lawyer. If you want, I can have her come up and talk to you as well. Please, whatever you do, do not leave this room until tomorrow morning."

Even though my curiosity was stoked, I agreed to stay here. Satisfied, Kat left the room and closed the door. I finished putting my things away, then sat on the couch and turned on the big screen TV in the room. What a wasteland. 180 channels, and not a single thing to watch. It was all mindless drivel. I perused the bookshelf. There were a couple of mildly interesting titles, but nothing that really grabbed my attention. I picked one of the more less-boring ones and began to read. After two pages, there was a knock on the door. Opening the door found Trina with a serving tray filled with finger food, a full bottle of Merlot, and a wine glass.

About half an hour after that, there was another quiet knock on the door. Opening the door, I was greeted by a stunning brunette with the bluest eyes I had ever encountered. I barely even noticed the other woman standing behind her.

"Hello." The brunette greeted. "It's Cinthia, right?" She continued as she held out her hand. Taking the offered hand, I mumbled something in agreement. "Nice to meet you. I'm Shelly. I'm a very good friend of your daughter's. This lovely woman behind me is Pat. She's my paralegal. Oh, I probably should have mentioned that I'm a lawyer as well. Kat sent me up here. She said that you might need to talk to me."

At a loss for words, I simply stood aside and motioned them into the room. It was then that I saw what they were wearing. Shelly had on a blood red leather dress. I swear, the leather was not that tight on the cow it came off of. Pat, her paralegal, was 'dressed' in a silk kimono that barely covered her ass. Pat was also carrying a tablet.

"I apologize for the way we are dressed. Rest assured that we are dressed far more professionally when we usually meet clients and prospective clients. Unfortunately, we did not have any idea that we might be meeting with you until after we arrived here. Now, Kat mentioned something about you possibly needing our services?" The last part was stated with upraised eyebrows and a smirk on her face.

Given the events of the last couple hours, I simply couldn't miss the double meaning in her words. To tell the truth, after having my mind running rampant over recent events, I probably could use some servicing at that time. Instead, I began to tell them my story. I told them about marrying Claud, getting pregnant and raising Katrina. I told them about how the last few years saw a drastic decline in our sex life. Then I told them about how I came home and found Claud in out bed with Jim, his personal trainer. I told them how devastated I was, especially since Claud was apparently the Wide Receiver, not the Tight End in the relationship. Yes, I had a good 5-minutes of video as well as several pictures on my phone. They hadn't noticed me standing in the doorway until they were struck by one of my suitcases as I threw it on the bed.