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Finding Rose

By: aprilrose



I was putting up the shirts I had ironed for my father one evening while my parents were out on the town when I found the video. I wasn’t snooping, it just fell off out onto the floor when I hung the shirts up. I thought it strange that a video would be “misplaced” in the closet; I took it and was going to place it in the cabinet with the other videos. That’s when I noticed that the only markings it had on it was a date from three weeks previous. Curious as to what it might be about, I slipped into my room and popped it into the VCR player.

What I saw then changed my life. There on the screen was my mother, tied to a box frame, and my father was lashing her breasts with a leather strap. Slap after slap was delivered, leaving bright red marks crisscrossing her small breasts, each one running straight across her nipples. She was moaning and writhing about, but the moans seemed to be more of pleasure than of pain. He kept it up until she had an extremely intense orgasm. As I watched, I began to cry. I didn’t know it then, but the tears weren’t for my mother, they were for me.

I was totally entranced. I fast forwarded through the tape, catching glimpses of all sorts of things. There were several types of nipple clamps used, even a small clamp was attached directly onto her clitoris. She was stuffed with long and thick dildos in both her pussy and up her asshole. Her buttocks were whipped with the strap and with an actual small whip. Mother had about a dozen orgasms. But the real shocker was that mother was being used and tormented by other people, both men and women. I found scenes of mother sucking other men’s penises and licking women’s pussies. Mother seemed to be a willing sex toy for anyone father allowed to use her. I was shocked, but totally turned on. 

In one scene, mother was on her hands and knees. Her head was lifted up, and a man was shoving his extremely long cock into her mouth. There were clamps on both her nipples and they had wires or some type of heavy strings attached to them. The wires went straight down and ran through some small metal loops on the floor, before coming back up to be held in the hands of a woman who was fucking her with a large strap on dildo from behind. As mother was pushed back and forth between them, the wires pulled on her nipples, stretching them to unbelievable lengths. Mother seemed to be undergoing an almost continuous orgasm.

In yet another scene I watched as a woman began playing with mother’s pussy. She started by inserting two fingers, then three, and before long had her entire hand plunging in and out of my mother’s stretched pussy. Then the hand turned into a fist and the woman was pushing the fist up into mother’s pussy harder and harder and twisting it around wildly. Once again mother was undergoing orgasm after orgasm.

I couldn’t seem to quit watching, but I knew I had to get the tape back into mom and dad’s closet. Still I just kept watching scene after scene. Finally I managed to hit rewind and then eject the tape. When I got back to the closet, I found a whole rack of tapes hidden behind dad’s clothes. I couldn’t wait to watch more of these tapes. I was so turned on I ended up rubbing my clit and pulling on my nipples until I made them so sore I almost couldn’t stand to have anything touch them. I must have had about a dozen orgasms that night alone. I had to know more about what mom and dad were doing. I could tell that mother was enjoying everything that was being done to her, even the things that seemed to hurt a lot. Although I couldn’t get my mind to catch up to it all at that time, I knew somehow that it had spoken to a deep, deep need.

I had done a little web surfing along the lines of BDSM, and had found it interesting, but really had doubted that anyone really did those kinds of things. What I had seen on the video pulled me straight into a realm of dazed wonder. Somehow, it spoke to my very core, and I would later realize that I too needed to be owned and controlled, used as my mother was used.

I was 18 and very shy. Small framed and small proportioned, I was a virgin’s virgin. My small breasts (32AA) were all nipples and obviously nothing else. But those nipples were very, very sensitive, and I often had orgasms of my own just pinching and pulling on them. 

I had always seemed to enjoy doing things that made mother and daddy happy. I actually enjoyed the tasks and chores around the house. Cleaning, cooking and doing laundry seemed natural and relaxing to me. I even never minded cleaning the bathroom, scrubbing the toiled and tub were all just a part of good home upkeep. I was most relaxed and at peace when I was at home doing these things. I loved school and excelled at academics, and I was athletic enough, but I was extremely shy and really didn’t like having to be around a lot of people that much. The school I went to was old and the girl’s gym had the old fashioned open bay dressing and open area shower tower showers. That meant getting naked and showering with about 40-50 other girls. That was always very embarrassing for me, especially with my extremely small bust. By the time I was in my senior year, most all of the other girls were well developed. I was still nothing but nipples.

I had not started dating. Not only because no one had ever asked me, but because I was so shy I would have died if a boy would have asked. I really did prefer to stay home and do chores, read, and now secretly view the library of tapes showing my mother being used as a sex toy for various men and women. It turned me on, it excited me beyond description and it made me long for the day when I would be the one being used like she was.

Finding Rose Ch. 02



Over the next several weeks, I was able to view a few other videos that were hidden away in my father's closet. Each one had my mother being used by one or more people in mind boggling ways. Every tape was dated, and by checking back, each date was a time either I was away at some school function, or times they had "gone out" for a long evening. Now I knew why they came in so late.

The second tape I viewed shocked me to my very core. Mother was led over and knelt between the legs of another woman who was sitting in a wingback chair. The woman was sitting on a white towel that was covering the seat of the chair. First mother reached out and pulled the woman's thin pink panties down. Then she lowered her head down and placed her mouth on the woman's pussy. Mother quickly moved her head back up, and there dangling from my mother's mouth by it's pull string was a bloodied tampon. My mother turned slightly and let the bloody tampon fall into a small dish that was at her side before returning to lick the woman's bleeding pussy. My mother was licking this menstruating woman's pussy like she was possessed, and in no time at all the woman was having one orgasm after another. Mother kept it up until my father commanded her to stop. When she moved away, you could see the trailings of menstrual blood down mother's chin and neck. And when the woman stood up, the white towel beneath her had a large dark red stain on it too.

A little later in the tape mother was lying down on her back and the woman cam and sat on her face, then bent over and began to lick mother's pussy also. Then my father came up and rammed his cock into the other woman's ass hole and began to fuck her asshole while mother ate her bleeding pussy once again. I simply sat staring at the screen, not able to look away for even a minute. After my father shot his jism deep into the other woman's ass, she shifted her position, and I watched as mother sucked and tongued the cum out of her gaping asshole. But the other woman was sucking my father's penis that had just come out of her ass hole. The camera was always pointed so that none of the other peoples faces showed, just mother's. I never could tell who any of the other people were.

One Friday evening about five or six weeks after I made my discovery my life took a sharp turn. Mother came into my room and told me that my father wanted all of us to meet in the living room for a family discussion. I had no idea what was about to happen. Family discussions had only occurred when something extremely important and usually not good either had happened or was about to happen. 

When I entered the living room, mother was kneeling at the side of my father. She was totally nude. My father was sitting in his leather wing-back chair which facet the large screen television set. My father told me to come and sit in the wing back chair next to him. Once I was seated, he pressed the play button on the remote control he had in his hand, and a video I had not seen before began to play. What it showed shocked me more than anything I had ever seen before, because it was a video of ME watching the videos of mother being used. It also showed how I was playing with my own breasts and fingering my own clit and pussy, making myself have orgasm after orgasm watching what was being done to my mother. There was no way of denying that these scenes excited me. I had been busted and busted good. I looked over at my mother several times. She had obviously been told not to look at the video. My father's hand was casually playing with her closest breast and nipple, pinching and pulling on it and squeezing her breast as he watched the video, and my face.

After several minutes, he shut the video off and then stood up. He looked straight at me and said: "Rose -- the first video you found was not found by accident. Before we left I made sure that you would find it. I did not know what you would do, but I figured you would be intrigued enough to check it out and you did." "I also had reason to believe that you would have the reactions to it that you did. I have known for several years that you have a truly submissive nature, and that you need to have a strong controlling authority in your life, just as your mother does." I had bowed my head as he spoke, somehow knowing that I should not make eye contact with him.

"Rose, your mother has come to fully accept and appreciate her true nature as a fully obedient pleasure servant."

"Tonight you will make a decision. Tonight you will have to decide if, as your actions and your very nature so strongly show, you will step over the line and begin your journey into the life of a true submissive."

"I am going to leave you and your mother alone for the next hour. In that time you may ask her any questions you wish, and she will answer them thoroughly and honestly. At the end of that hour I need your decision."

"If you choose not to follow the path your heart and your body desire, then you will never again have any access to any of the things I have allowed you to see over the past few weeks. What goes on between your mother and I will not and cannot ever be spoken of again."

With that he left the room. I simply did not know what to think.

Mother then began to speak, still kneeling and still with her head bowed.

"Rose, dear, please listen to me and to your heart and even your very soul. We who are by nature submissive need to understand and accept what and who we are. Please do not do as I did and deny the very needs of your true self until so much later in life. Take the opportunity and learn how much pleasure you get from giving so much pleasure to another. It is what we are, and is the only life that you will not come to despise, loath and want constantly to get away from."

So I asked mother: "But doesn't it hurt too much when they whip you as they do?"

"Rose, you will have to experience it to really understand what it's really all about. The pain brings so much pleasure that without going through it you cannot understand how it all comes together. You have already experienced some of what I am talking about, as you have pulled and pinched on your young nipples. The pleasure that small amount of pain has brought you is so small compared to what you will learn to experience, I can't explain the intensity of the difference to you."

"More than that, the freedom of giving up total control of your life, allowing another who cares about you and loves you deeply is worth more than life itself. Once you have experienced that, you know that you are simply not capable of providing enough pleasure to repay that to that special person."

We continued to talk. I would ask questions about the things I had seen and she would tell me how she learned to enjoy each and every situation as it brought pleasure to her husband and increased the pride he had in how well she would perform for others. I could tell that she was not just saying these things from the glow that she would get on her face from just talking about them. I knew right then that I had to have this same thing in my own life. Tonight I would take the first step toward the rest of my life, life as a completely obedient submissive woman.