This is a continuation of Chapter 1, and probably won't make a lot of sense unless you've read it first.
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The next morning, I woke early. Last night was just the wake up call, today was the start of the transformation. I quickly slipped into shorts and a halter top. Going into the kitchen, I put on the coffee, and fried a few strips of bacon, and made pancakes. Finally, I put on some orange juice.
In preparation for the next phase of her domination, I placed the anal plug with the fox-tail on the table, along with the bottle of lubricant.
Going into her room I removed the hand cuffs from her and roughly shook her. "Mother, get up!" I commanded. "Get up now!" Slowly, she woke up. "Put on a bra; go to the bathroom, and come to breakfast."
While she complied, I went into the kitchen and laid out the food. When she got to the table, she was clad in panties and a bra. "I didn't tell you to wear panties! I fucking said to put on a bra!" I spat. "Now take off those panties and bend over the table! I meant what I said last night! You will address me as ma'am, and you will do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to. Is this clear?"
"Yes ma'am." she said, bending over the table.
"Spread your cheeks." I commanded. I applied some lubricant to her ass, and then to the plug. Slowly, I worked the plug into her red ass, pressing it inch by inch until it was fully seated in her butt. "Sit down please."
As we ate, I carried on a running monologue. "There are going to be some changes around here, starting today. Your drinking will stop. Until you have demonstrated to me that you have your life under control, I will be making the decisions around here. Would you like another pancake?"
"Yes please", she said.
"This morning, after we do some cleaning around here, we will be going out. How did you enjoy your breakfast?" I asked.
"Thank you ma'am, it was very good." she said.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. Now, the first thing I want you to do is to bring all of your bottles of vodka here."
Slowly, she made her way around the house, gathering up the bottles of vodka, full and half full. As she walked around the house, the foxtail from the anal plug swished between her legs. I almost burst into laughter when she was on her hands and knees, getting a bottle out from underneath the couch. Finally, an impressive number of bottles were stacked around the sink.
"Now, pour them down the drain." I said. As she poured the vodka, I sensed the last of her resistance fading as well. "If I catch you drinking, or with any alcohol, you will receive a beating that will make last night look like a warm-up exercise. Am I making myself clear?"
"Yes ma'am," she said quietly.