This story involves coercion, lesbian incest, public humiliation and harder-edge BDSM than my normal work. If that's not your thing, hopefully you'll find some of my other works more to your liking. If that is your thing, I hope you enjoy!
I was in exceptionally deep shit. I had agreed to host a party and supply three girls for the attendees entertainment. Unfortunately, the three girls that I was going to send all decided to try a fancy new restaurant that had just opened and managed to all get food poisoning. I never set up a party without backups, so normally that'd be very inconvenient, but not catastrophic. One of my backup girls fell and broke her leg. The other flaked and ran off to Vegas to get married. If even two of my five regular girls as available, I could have filled in for the third and been ok. I'm no stranger to the demands placed on the girls at these parties and I'm not too proud to put myself in that position. With all five out, though, I was well and truly fucked. If I was very, very lucky I'd only be financially ruined. Did I mention that many of the women for whom I worked really don't like to be disappointed and are really good at holding a grudge?
I tried to hide my concern, but my daughters caught on right away. Lily and Iris asked what was wrong, and I told them I had a party scheduled and my girls couldn't make it. Wonderful girls that they are, my daughters volunteered to take their spot without hesitation. And without knowing what it entailed. They had a vague notion of what I do, but no details. It's not as if I'm ashamed of what I do, or what I did, but "I'm a pimp providing young women for the entertainment of rich and powerful lesbians" isn't exactly the ind of thing that you brag about to your kids.
I didn't want my daughters involved in my business, for obvious reasons. Even if I didn't mind, though, I wasn't sure they were a good fit. The girls that I employ all have to have three characteristics. They have to be gorgeous; my daughters certainly met that criterion. They had to be absolutely discreet, which I knew my daughters could be. The one criterion they didn't meet is that all of my girls have to be hard-core sluts down for anything, anywhere, any time with damn near anyone.
I told my daughters no, that I didn't want them involved. They pointed out the pickle that I was in and said they were big girls, they could handle serving drinks in bikinis or whatever. I had to come clean and give them more details. I told them that it'd involve nudity, lesbian sex, public humiliation and probably some pain. That last bit got their attention.
"Um, what kind of pain?" Lily asked.
"Well, almost certainly spanking. Nipple clamps are pretty common, sometimes they hang weights from girls' nipples or labia."
Rose piped up, "Have you had to do any of that, Mom?"
I said yes, hoping that they'd let it drop, praying that they wouldn't want more details. They did.
"What's the worst that you've had to do, Mom?"
That was Lily. I had promised to never lie to my daughters, so I swallowed my pride. "The worst was probably having to do jumping jacks with weights dangling from my nipples and labia. That was really humiliating and painful." I left out that it had also made me really horny. I'm a bit ashamed by how much being mistreated turns me on.
Lily gasped. I'm not sure, but I think Rose pressed her thighs together. Was she getting turned on imagining me being tortured and humiliated? The girls paused for a moment, looked at each other, then looked back at me and nodded. Lily took the role of spokesperson. "Ok, Mom, we'll do it. You've been a great Mom, and we know that you need this. We trust that you won't let them do anything too bad to us."
I was defeated, the girls were right. I needed their help and badly. Of all of my clients, this one was the one I least wanted to disappoint. When I was arrested for prostitution, Ms. X not only kept me out of jail, she kept the state from taking my girls and gave me a place to stay and an allowance. In exchange, I rendered "services" for her. I was still a whore, but I was
her
whore and I'd much rather eat a dozen pussies than deal with one John who may try to skip out or cut me to ribbons. She eventually even helped me start my business and introduced me to a lot of my clients. I'd have felt obliged to do work for her even if she didn't pay so well. There was also a lingering fear that she could put me in prison as easily as she had kept me out of it.
I'd have to come up with a new plan since I wasn't using my regular girls. Normally, I'd be using very experienced girls and they'd choose their own outfits. I was under no delusion that my daughters were virgins, but they were definitely new to this. And then it hit me! They may not have experience, but they were young; just barely 19. I'd play up their youth, putting them in hot little schoolgirl uniforms, then complete the set by dressing up like a sexy librarian. I doubted any of us would be clothed for long, but it should serve to set the mood.
Lily and Rose are both well-endowed, so I had them both in button-up dress shirts, leaving most of the top buttons undone so there was plenty of lovely cleavage showing. The shirts were far too small for their ample chests, and the buttons strained mightily to hold their shirts closed. I had a pair of short, plaid skirts for both of them; red for rose and blue for Lily. Rose had her hair cut in a cute little bob, and I had Lily put her long auburn hair up in a pony-tail.
While the girls were getting dressed, I got ready myself. I put my hair up in a bun, and put on a short pencil skirt and a button-up shirt, also left largely unbuttoned. It took me longer to get ready than the girls, so they were waiting on me. They looked amazing, striking a wonderful balance of youthful innocence and welcoming sexuality, but something was missing. I put neckties on both, leaving them very loose. The splash of color had exactly the desired effect, drawing attention to their breasts. I decided that they also needed stockings. I had the girls sit down and slid pure white stockings up their long, toned legs. As I did so, I had a nice, clear view up their skirts and saw both were wearing cute panties. That wouldn't do, but I suspected Ms. X would enjoy fixing that.
On our way to Ms. X's house, I had the girls play with their nipples to make sure they were nice and hard when we arrived. By the time we were knocking on Ms. X's door, all of our nipples were rock hard and clearly visible through our shirts.
Ms. X welcomed us inside, then had us stand in a line. "You're all so very lovely. I can't wait to do terribly naughty things to those hot little bodies."
"Mistress, would you like to inspect my daughters to ensure they meet your standards?"
"Yes, I believe that would be appropriate. Better to ensure that they're acceptable before the festivities begin."
"Lily, Rose, turn around and bend over." My daughters did as instructed without hesitation. I lifted their short skirts to give Ms. X a completely unobstructed view.
Ms. X caressed Lily and Rose's round backsides. "Such sexy asses, but why are they wearing panties? You know that's completely unacceptable!"
"My apologies, mistress. They are new to being sex slaves and unfamiliar with what is expected of them. Please be merciful."
