The Mas of Submission

Author's note: I am truly sorry for the long delay, not only in this story but in all of my ongoing works. After more than a year, I find myself crawling out of the wreckage that Covid-19 has brought into my life. I hope in the future that I will be a little more timely in the delivery of chapters, and I thank everyone who commented or offered their support during a difficult time.

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I lay beneath her, the heat of my own daughter's naked skin pressed to mine, as her father lay breathless beside us. Her hips grinding against mine as she rose up and let me drink her body in, so much like my own. Her full and heavy breasts, the soft curve of her brown stomach, her firm round hips that straddled mine, and between her dark thighs the sliver of her parted lips, pink and glistening with her excitement.

"Touch me slave." My daughter commanded. "I want to feel your hands upon me."

And I reached up and I touched her.

A mother knows her daughter's body, knows it deeply and intimately. My hands felt Corrie's skin and bones as she grew up before my eyes, as I raised her up from the child she had been to the woman she became. And yet in that hotel room, with the Hurricane raging outside, it was something different, something more. It did not matter that the mask still covered her face, it did not matter that she did not call me by my name...I knew who it was that I was touching, and my hands traveled across her body in a way which I had never dreamed...

My fantasies of the preceding weeks, those unquenchable images which projected themselves unbidden into my mind, could hardly have prepared me for the sight of my husband unwittingly driving his prick into his daughter's ass, they had not prepared me for the feel of her skin beneath my hands, as I felt the line blur and break at last, and my groping hands dragged me out of my illicit thoughts and into a world I knew to be without limits.

My daughter, my beautiful and brilliant Corrie, writhed against me, moaning as I let my hands travel up the swell of her belly, traced my fingers along the curve of her breasts, and I knew that she would have me in every way that she desired, that she had come here expressly for the purpose of doing so. I did not know how it was possible, and I was too enthralled with the strength of my desire to care. All that mattered was that she was there, and I did not doubt that she meant what she had said, that she would make all of my dreams come true.

"You have beautiful hands Slave." Corrie whispered down to me. "So lovely, so soft."

She took one of my hands in her own, brought my fingers to her lips, and I groaned as her soft wet tongue flicked out and tasted my fingertips, one by one.

"What do you do with these hands, Slave? With these beautiful brown finger tips of yours? Do you slide them in and out of your wet cunt, Slave? I know I'd like to feel them sliding in and out of mine."

At once I reached my left hand down between her thighs, but to my surprise my daughter only giggled and stopped me with her own.

"That can't wait Slave, you don't need to be so impatient. Good things come to those who wait...my mother always told me that."

She pulled my hands back to her body, pressed them tightly upon her breasts, and from beneath her mask her voice echoed down.

"Look at your Master Slave. Look how much he loves to see his sweet little Slave with her hands on a strange woman's tits."

Breathless I tore my eyes away from the sight above me, and I rolled my head to look at Simon by side, and it was true. My husband lay captivated by the sight of us, and his spent cock was already stirring between his legs his breathing ragged, hungry.

"I'd like to see your beautiful brown hand wrapped around your Masters thick white cock." my daughter told me. "I'd like to see you stroking that big prick that has just got done ramming my little asshole."

She guided my right hand away from her, down towards Simon's waiting penis, and I wrapped my fingers around his hot thick rod, making him gasp at my touch. I heard my daughter giggle beneath her mask, and I was surprised once again that Simon had not caught on to what was going on around him, but then I suppose that a father's relationship is different than that of mother and daughter.

"I was right." Corrie cooed. "That is a beautiful sight...you have a wonderful Slave here Sir. You are a very lucky man."

"Yes." Simon moaned. "Thank you mistress..."

"Oh, don't thank me Sir." Corrie replied. "Not yet anyway. I think there's a lot of work I still have to do on this little bitch before I'm completely satisfied with her. She's beautiful of course, and she is obedient...but there is a lot more to being a good Slave than that. A slave can't be properly trained, can't really begin to know themselves until their boundaries are being tested and pushed. And just looking at her, I can tell that your little slave here is hungry for that..."

Simon's cock had become fully erect in my grip, and without being told I began to slowly stroke him up and down, reveling in the illicit thrill of how slippery his prick was from the lube he had used to fuck his own daughters ass. I confess that there was a part of me, as Corrie spoke, that was thrilled at the idea of proving her words, and perhaps of showing my daughter just how much of a slut her mother could truly be. And there was an illicit desire spreading through me to remove the gag which muted me and to take my husband's soiled dick into my mouth and taste her upon it.

At any other time the idea would probably have revolted me, and yet that night with the storm outside I found the fury of the tempest matched by the storm of my own desire, and I longed to go further than I had ever gone before, to push well past the limits of what I had ever done and even of what I had ever dreamed of and lose myself completely in the beauty of submission and the night.

"Look at her Sir..." Corrie instructed her unwitting father. "Look how hungry she is, how much she craves to please...Tell her Sir. Tell her what it is that you would like her to do now."

"I...I really don't know Mistress. Whatever you think." Simon moaned, but when I glanced up at Corrie I saw her shaking her head.

"That, sweetheart, was absolutely the wrong answer." And she instructed me to release my hold on Simon's prick, which I did at once, much to his chagrin I am sure.

"Tonight is about you as much as it is about her." Corrie told her father. " How can this slave get what she needs if you are willing to be so complacent as her master? If you can't make clear to her your own desires...well I think you need a little bit of training yourself Sir."

Corrie pulled herself off of me, and she climbed off the bed where we lay, stood over us, and she ordered Simon to remain lying as he was. My husband did not say a word, and he did not move an inch, just lay beside me on the bed waiting for her next instruction.

I knew then, and perhaps had known all along that Corrie was right. My newfound desire for uninhibited sexuality had certainly opened up a new side of Simon's own, and yet he had never been fully comfortable in the role which he was expected to take on. It had been only slightly noticeable between the two of us, the restraint he showed in using my body, the limitations and the anxiety which he placed upon our behaviors, and it had always been well justified, and it was even something that I loved about him. Yet that night, beneath our daughters gaze and somehow both beneath her masked spell, it was clear that he was not cut out to fulfill the role I needed from him.

Corrie on the other hand, filled the role entirely, and without the slightest trace of unease or of hesitation, and watching her stand above us I wracked my mind for some indication that I had missed of this aspect of her character. She had always been confident, she had always been strong willed, and yet I had never before witnessed such things displayed so nakedly or felt their full effects upon my own person. Beside me, Simon must have felt the same.

She looked around at the items which Simon had brought, scattered by then across the bed, until she spotted what she was looking for and Corrie reached down to take up a thin silk cord, which she offered to me.

"Slave, we're going to try something different now. Your master is not fulfilling his obligations...so he's going to need to be taught a little lesson. Sir, I want you to roll over on your belly, and I want you to place your hands behind your back. Slave, I want you to tie him at the wrists. Do it now."

I was surprised that as I looked over to him Simon was already beginning to comply, wordlessly to the demand. It was well beyond the rules that we had agreed on, but then of course the rules had already been broken when I had given permission for Simon to fuck Corrie in her ass and we were pressing forward into new and unexpected territory. In any event Simon did what he was asked without a trace of resistance, and in a matter of seconds was lying still upon his stomach, his masked face pressed into the pillows, and his arms waiting behind his back. Not wishing to be any less responsive I quickly tied Simon's wrists together, making sure the knot was firm and that he would not be able to pull his hands free from it.

When I looked again to Corrie her white mask nodded in approval of my efforts, and she ordered me to help my husband turn over once again, and to make him comfortable on one side of the bed.

"It might be that he will be in that position for a while." Corrie explained, as I helped Simon to roll over. When we had finished Corrie spoke to her father calmly, and simply, explaining what it was that she expected of him.

"Since you are unable to fulfill your role properly, I have no choice but to step in and take your place. Until such a time as I think the lesson has sunk into your head, you are to lie there where you are, and I want you to do so in absolute silence."

She handed me then a black cotton blindfold, and she instructed me to slip it over the eye holes of my husband's mask.

"You will not struggle, you will not speak, you will not even be permitted to watch. Until I think you are ready to rejoin us, you will simply lie there, and you will listen closely to how a real Dominant takes a slave. Until I decide to give you another chance, I am assuming complete control of your Slave here...do you understand that? She will not belong to you for the time being, not as your Slave, not as your partner...not even as your beloved wife. Do I make myself quite clear?"

"Yes Mistress." Simon offered weakly, as he lifted his head from the pillow and allowed me to slide the blindfold down over the hard white surface of his mask, his breathing ragged beneath it, and I pulled it down until the eye holes were completely covered. And then he lay there, panting, with his prick straining up from between his legs, but he said nothing more and Corrie took her attention away from her bound and unseeing father and turned her masked gaze towards mine.

"Alright." She said, as I watched her hands travel upwards towards her mask. "Now that it's just us girls..."

There had been no uncertainty before, I had known my daughter by her shape and the feel of her soft skin, I had known her by her voice. Even so when Corrie at last pulled the mask away and revealed herself fully it was all that I could do not to cry out against my gag in wonder and in longing. The mask came away, and the red weave of hair along with it, and it was only Corrie as I had always known her, and as I had never known her, grinning down upon me, the lust and the glee as plain on her features as could be, a mirror of my own beneath the mask.

I wanted to reach out for her, I wanted to rise from the bed and cast aside my own mask, the gag that silenced me, and I wanted to take her in my arms as I never had before. I wanted to press my lips against hers in a way that was far beyond innocent, and I wanted to taste her hungry tongue upon mine. And yet I did nothing, for I had received no order. I only lay there beside poor oblivious Simon, only watched, longed, waited.

"I can't tell you how much I am going to enjoy this slave." Corrie informed me, stepping closer once again to the bed. "You have no idea what it is I am going to do with you...the places I am going to take you. I told you that I could make your dreams come true...you silly little bitch. You have no idea yet how far it is you are going to go."

I watched in awe as Corrie's hand descended towards my thighs, I spread them wide to be open before her and I moaned into the gag as I felt her fingertips brush across my tender clit, shuddering at my daughter's electric touch upon me.

"So wet slave." Corrie purred in satisfaction. "You've been wanting this for a long time, it's plain to see. Maybe all your life you've been longing for someone to come and take control of you...maybe without even knowing it. For someone to come along and just take charge...make you into the sweet little slave you have always had it in you to be."

Unable to speak, all I could do was nod hungrily in agreement, not even stopping to consider the words she had said or whether or not they were true, just desperate for it, for her touch, for her sex, for whatever came next.

"I could eat you up, slave." Corrie whispered, her eyes drinking in my offered pussy. "I could just dive between your thighs and lose myself there forever..but that isn't what you really want. It isn't what you really need..."

I could have screamed, I could have cried. I knew that she was teasing me, that it was exactly my needy desire that my daughter was playing on. There was a certain tone in her voice, a kind of delight that I could not help but feel was akin to revenge. My daughter was getting back at me, toying with me for all the slight frustrations and trivialities of childhood. She was reveling in her newfound power over me, and no matter how wet my pussy was, no matter how desperate I was to fuck her, to be fucked, Corrie was going to relish each and every second of my groveling weakness. She was not going to let it go too soon.

Once again her fingertips jolted me as they brushed my needy clit, while others softly probed the outskirts of my moistened pink folds, so gentle, so tender, so maddening that I knew that my daughter would not plunge them deep and fill me. In spite of myself, I felt my hips begin to buck as if of their own accord, as my body sought to grind itself against her touch.

"All your life, slave, you've been loved." Corrie laughed as she watched my reaction to her caresses. "You've basked in it...but you know that isn't what you want. It isn't what you need. You need more Slave. You would not be here in this room with me if you didn't need so much more. Not love, Slave...what you need, what you want is to be defiled."

All a once her hand flashed out, and she dug her fingers hard into the surprised skin of my left breast, squeezing it for all that it was worth as I cried out into my gag. I could hear Simon moaning beside me as he listened, helpless to the sound of his wife's violation, even as his daughter carried on with her delighted monologue.

"To be degraded...to be subjugated...you don't want to be someone's wife in this room. You don't want to be someone's mother, someone's daughter, a lover or a friend. That belongs to another world and it is not the one that you desire, is it...is it?"

I could only whimper into the gag as she continued to grip painfully into my breast, but through the discomfort and the fear I hurriedly nodded the mask that covered my face.

"Of course not. You want to be, in this room, a Slave. Not a fantasy, not for pretend...A slave completely, a slave for real."

Corrie lowered her voice as she grinned down at me.

"A slave for me you silly little bitch. Your useless husband who pretends to be your master might not know what to do with you Slave, but I do. I know exactly what you need."

Corrie took her other hand from off my throbbing cunt and moved it up my body. I fully expected her to grip my exposed tit and maul it as thoroughly as she was doing the other, but instead her hand crept higher and all at once I felt her fingers closing on my throat. Not gentle, not gentle at all, she pressed her fingers deep into my throat until I was gasping, my breathing already restricted by the huge ball gag which filled my mouth was now almost nonexistent and almost at once I felt my vision contracting, darkness moving in around the corners of my sight.

I have never gone for any sort of breath play, it had not even occurred to me during Simon and I's recent playing to consider it, and that night in the hotel I at once felt frightened of the unexpected development. In fear I raised my hands to pry my daughter's grip off of my throat, only to hear Corrie order me to keep them at my sides.

"Don't fight it slave...you have to trust me. You have to accept your place in this room, in this world. You can't be afraid of what you want..."

But I was afraid. I couldn't help myself, my hands closed around Corrie's wrist and I began to try and pull her hand from off my throat...only to be stopped when I felt her release her grip upon my breast and return those fingers to the folds of my pussy.

"Don't fight it...Pain and pleasure Slave...it's all got to become the same to you. Don't react with your head Slave...listen to your body."

And as she said those words, I at last obeyed. For the first time in my life that I could remember I let go.

Let go of my daughter's wrists and my resistance. Let go of the last shreds of what had always defined me, my pride, my dignity, my sense of place and of decorum. I closed my eyes and let it all drain away, every fear and every thought, and in the blackness that was left behind there was only the memory.

My mother nude and splayed across the kitchen table, her eyes wide and glazed with lust and need. Those whispered words...

Dominate me baby...

The laughter...high and feminine.

Feminine.

It was my daughter laughing now, a delighted exaltation as she felt my surrender beneath her fingertips.

"Good Girl." my daughter whispered, and I felt her fingers relaxing from around my throat, her other hand moving once again upon my waiting body, the place that had born her, the place where I needed her. "Oh mamma...I have so much to tell you. I have so many goddamn things to tell you at last."

I wept in that moment. As my daughter's caramel fingertips found my clit and those words fell across me in the sweetest whisper. "Mamma".

I came in my surrender. I exploded with the sweetness of that obscenity, the complicity to my own defilement. In that moment as orgasm filled all the emptiness that was left to me, I knew only delight and deep contentment.

If it had not been for the gag I might have laughed through the wild throes of passion, laughed at the madness unleashed and my acceptance of it. I was submitting at last and to my own daughter. A slave to my little girl, all grown up now. There was nothing else. There was no going back.

As I writhed against Corrie's hand I knew that it was far from over. No one night fling, no shameful secret to be hidden in the days to come. She had known who we were when she entered the room, and she had come anyway. And in my heart of hearts I knew that she had come for me, that she had wanted it as much as I did. Needed it even.

And as my orgasm subsided Corrie pulled her hand away from my soaked pussy, she reached up and she pulled the mask from off my face, to gaze upon me fully. The sweetest smile I have ever seen upon her face as it drew near to mine, the most love shining at last in her dark eyes.

She said, "This is us mamma. This is how I've always wanted you."