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Inherited Passions Ch. 01

By: SecretDelights



Julie listened intently for the electric garage door to finish closing before she got up from the kitchen table and watched her mom drive away. Going first into the garage, she picked up the 3 foot length of scrap 2x4 leaning up against the garage wall. Carrying that to her bedroom, she dug out one of the short lengths of rope she had hidden under her sweaters in the bottom drawer of her dresser. After taking off her shoes and socks, jeans, and T-shirt, she dragged her small dressing table chair into her mother's bedroom wearing only her bra and bikini panties. 

Placing it close to where it would be needed, she opened the door to her mothers closet and adjusted it so there was about a 2 foot space between it and the already open door to the connecting bathroom. So with an ever increasing anticipation and heart rate, she quickly fetched the rope and 2x4, preparing herself for her new experience. While tying the two ends together of the short 4 foot length of rope, she thought back through her last four or five years. 

She remembered when it first started while watching a movie with her mom and dad. That short scene with a woman being tied between two posts became etched in her mind. Then after going to bed, thinking about being suspended by the wrists between two posts brought her to a more than standard orgasm during masturbation. Of coarse she didn't understand quite everything about sex, and why this caused her to climax. But with each passing year, she began to understand more. And it was only about two years ago, how rummaging around the house if she was alone, find things to use to play tied up games on herself. Doing this really enhanced her orgasms when she was done, stimulating sensations of arousal while she pretended to be tied. She couldn't resist always trying to be more creative. Now here she was, just about ready to do her first real suspension.

She had wanted to try this for a long time, always looking around the house for a high enough place to tie a rope to. It had to be high enough and strong enough to support her slim figure. Unfortunately, and very saddened, there was not a convenient hook anywhere in the house or garage. It was then, as she was watching a history program on TV, that she saw where some ancient people had placed two long stones upright and placed a third stone across the top between them. Remembering the piece of scrap wood in the garage, her mind clicked as she remembered the short distance between the bathroom and closet doors in her mother's bedroom. 

With a smile on her face now as she recalled how they both opened into the bedroom. These would be her pillars. And with her short height of only 5' 2, this just might be high enough. A little bit later, while her mom was in the kitchen, she ducked into mothers bedroom and placed her body up against the closet door. Extending her arms up while standing on tiptoe she found her wrists were still below the top of the door. Now all she had to do was wait for the right time. So with mom gone shopping for at least an hour, now was the time to try her suspension.

Moving the chair up to sit in front of the gap formed between the two open doors, she stood up on the chair and placed the 2x4 across the door tops near the front edge. Picking up the rope, and tying the two ends together, she formed 5 loops, leaving about an 8 inch opening. Standing on the chair, she placed one arm on each side of the 2x4, placing them inside the loops made by the rope. Out of self bondage experience, she knew how to twist her hands around so that the loops would become twisted and tighten around her wrists. Taking a deep breath, she slowly stepped off the chair and let her wrists take her weight as her feet lifted from the chair. Stimulated, she let her legs down to dangle freely and unable to touch the floor. As the pain in her wrists only increased to a moderate level, she was relieved that her temporary support held her up and firmly in place.

Becoming much more relaxed now, she bent her head backwards and marveled at the site of seeing her own bound and stretched arms supporting her. The pain was very bearable although it was a little bit more than what she had expected. Nevertheless, she figured she would be able to stand this for quite some time before needing to step up on the chair again. Moving her head to look down to see how far her feet were actually off the floor, it was quite clear they were several inches off the floor, and unable to reach even if she pointed her toes. Feeling the waves of the most pleasurable sensations she had ever experienced increasingly envelop her, she closed her eyes to prevent any distraction as she felt her juices flow freely from her tingling pussy. After a few minutes, she decided to set her goal to do a 30 minute suspension. The time was easy to read on her mother's alarm clock on the nightstand. As she opened her eyes to check the time, and figure out when her 30 minutes were up, to her horror she saw mother walking into the bedroom.

With eyes opened seemingly bigger than her gasping mouth, at first frozen in shock, Julie spontaneously began twisting her body around and frantically tried raising her legs to step back up upon the chair. It was unfortunate that in her rampant movements she knocked the chair over. Feeling the heat from her very blushing face radiating to her up stretched arms, she found herself in the most humiliating situation she had ever been in. With eyes glued on mother, she awaited the inevitable tongue lashing.

Mother stood frozen in the doorway for a number of seconds sizing up this unexpected situation, just started slowly shaking her head and walking towards her daughter with her hands on her hips.

"Enjoying yourself?" mother asked inquisitively with a slight grin.

Julie, very scared and embarrassed, found herself at a loss of words as her body swayed, slowly diminishing from her previous over active reactions to free herself. 

"From how soaked your panties are, and not seeing any pee on the floor, I would say that you are!" mother said observantly.

"Oh God" Julie thought to herself as she wished she could crawl into a hole or disappear completely right now! The shame and humiliation she felt was making her face turn even more beet red when mother mentioned how her arousal had already soaked her panties..

"Have you done this before, or is this your first time?"

Julie, figuring out that she was going to have to answer all kinds of questions either sooner or later, finally got up enough fortitude to softly answer.

"Fri...st time."

After a slight raising of her eyebrows, mother moved around her slowly while looking closely at Julie's wrist bondage to support her before asking her next question.

"Were you going to hang here and play it by ear, are did you set a time limit?"

Figuring that she would have to admit to everything anyway since she had always been honest with her mother, did not hold back her true intention.

"Ahhh, 30 minutes, mother."

After cocking her head with a murky expression, her mother continued talking as she picked up the chair and set it down far from Julie's ability to reach.

"That sounds reasonable to me. I'll be back in 30 minutes to let you down, then we are going to have to have quite a talk!"

Picking up her watch off the top of the dresser, mother casually walked out of the bedroom.

Figuring that this was part of her punishment, Julie simply hung there by her hands and languished at the thought of having to face her mother and admit to a lot of things she didn't really want to. She even felt a bit of relief knowing that this secret of hers didn't have to be hidden anymore. However, she did wonder how her mother was going to react to this event. And not expecting anything more than just a little understanding, she still prepared herself to humbly accept her mother's dissatisfaction of her actions. With this all going through her mind, she didn't at first realize the increasing amount of pain in her arms and wrists. However, all the pleasurable sensations she had sought disappeared upon discovery by her mother. The one thing that didn't disappear was the coolness she felt in her crotch from her soaked panties. Occasionally she would glance at the clock and watch the minutes slowly pass. Her discomfort slowly increased through her wrists and shoulders as the minutes passed, but it was still quite bearable by the time her mother finally returned.

"Ready to come down now, or would you like me to let you hanging there longer?"

With most of the shock, shame, and humiliation now more under better control, Julie was able to speak normally, although it was with a great amount of humility and respect.

"I'm ready now mother, if you would please."

Moving the chair almost directly under Julie, mother helped her get her feet properly positioned and studied, then watched as Julie untwisted her bindings and removed the 2x4 from atop the doors. Placing the 2x4 and rope on the seat of the chair, Julie picked up the chair and began to walk towards her bedroom when her mother stopped her.

"No, just leave those things here for now and come with me to the kitchen."

Only figuring she was due more physical punishment later, Julie set the chair back down before again starting to walk towards her bedroom.

"Where are you going now? To pee?" her mother asked in a soft tone.

"No mother. I just thought I should change first."

"Why? Just come as you are to the kitchen with me. We need to talk first."

Following mother to the kitchen as she was, she sat down at the kitchen table on one of the side chairs next to were her mom would be sitting at the head of the table as she always did. However unexpected, mother poured a glass of orange juice and gave it to her before she herself sat down. And with half drunken mug of beer in front of her, mother simply wrapped her hands around the mug and began talking.

"Julie dear, I'm going to have to explain some things to you, and one of them is that I don't want you to feel ashamed or embarrassed by my finding you like I did. And to be truthful with you, I kind of expected this. Then again, I didn't. So please be patient and quiet while I explain the reasons why."

With a very inquisitive look, Julie had no idea of what mother was going to say. Taking a sip of her orange juice, she sat quietly and properly upright as in a classroom and listened, although her cum wet panties felt very much out of place right now.

"I was exactly like you when I too was 18 years old. And I do mean exactly like you. Beautiful auburn hair, beautifully slim but not skinny. Wonderfully formed and firm B sized breasts. Long toned legs that always attracted attention from both men and women. And it seems that not only did you inherit my physical aspects, but desires also. I too loved doing bondage, and just as you have done up to now, always kept it a secret. So whenever I was alone and bored, I too would play bondage games with myself. It greatly heightened my orgasms when I was masturbating. Is that what it does to you also."

Feeling much more at ease now about talking openly and honestly to mother about this now, although embarrassed to admit to masturbating, Julie did tell her it had the same effect on her. But always feeling a little bit embarrassed when sex and masturbation came up, she again felt her face blushing.

"Don't worry about blushing when talking about doing bondage or masturbation. I was the same way also. And really, if I had noticed anything about you indicating your bondage desires, I would have talked to you about this before now. I was never discovered, and if I hadn't forgotten to take along my broken watch so I could drop it off at the jewelers, I would not have discovered you. And if you were wondering why I did not overreacts when I found you, now you know the reason. And it seems you inherited a lot more of me in you than your father. Do you understand that part about it?"

"Yes mother, I think so. And thank you for telling me this. I feel much better now, although I still am a little embarrassed. But this also makes me wonder, if I am so much like you, what am I going to get over this, ahhhhh, this desire for bondage like you did? I mean, I have never hear or seen anything from you that you were ever into tying yourself up!"

"Oh baby, I hate to admit this to you, but I've never gotten out of the mood to do bondage for a heightened orgasm every now and then. And when I went to college, while living in dorms for four years with roommates, finding times alone that I knew I wouldn't be disturbed was really very infrequent." chuckling to herself as she talked. "And as fate had it, I would very casually hint about doing bondage each year I was assigned a new roommate. The only one that really ever did anything about it was in my senior year. So, although she did play some bondage games on me, being in a bland dorm room, they really didn't amount to much as she wasn't too turned on by it."

"And even after meeting your father and getting married, it took a long time for me to even bring up the subject to him. And also, unfortunately for me, he didn't enjoy tying me up near as much as I wanted. My bondage fun ended up being very infrequent, and never as intense as I would really would have liked. Although our last year together, just before he was killed in the war, they were getting a little better."

Seeing the tears starting to run down her mother's cheeks, Julie quickly grasped her mother's hands and held them tightly. Without letting go, she got up and formed their arms to be able to tightly hug each other. It was only a little more than a year ago that he was killed in combat, and although her own eyes were tearing also from his loss, she understood how much more her mother must be suffering. Remaining like this for several minutes, Julie reached out to grab a paper towel first for her mother, and then herself. After that, she went to the cupboard and brought mother her bottle of whiskey and a small glass.

"Thank you Julie." was all mother said as she kept her head lowered while pouring herself a quick double shot of whiskey. Sitting back down, Julie wanted to do something to try and distract her mother's attention from her sorrow. Obviously, the first thing that came into her mind was what they were talking about.

"Mother, would you mind hanging me up by my wrists again, but this time leave me hanging for an hour or two? I would really like to see what that feels like."

This did distract mother as she finally looked up into her daughters face, and was able to manage a slight smile.

"Is that what you would really like to do right now? That's a pretty long time to be hanging by her wrists. It will probably be more intense than what you think it might be since you haven't ever done it before."

Still feeling somewhat embarrassed by asking her mother to do this to her, or even if she would, Julie gave her a very solemn reply.

"Yes, I'm thinking that also." Then shifting in her chair, "But then again, don't you agree I could use a little punishment for doing things behind your back, or maybe I could use just a little bit of distraction right now."

After wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks, mother sought to interoperate her daughters sincerity.

"Using just ropes will be cutting off the circulation to her hands for that length of time. If you want me to do that, get the overnight case from the top shelf in my bedroom closet. Right now I think I could use another shot of encouragement." she grimly smiled.

Julie was quick to do as she was asked and set the case down next to her mother in less than a minute. Standing close by as her mother opened the case, exposed before her was a wide variety of known and unknown objects. Then reaching into the case, mother pulled out a pair of leather cuffs and began buckling them on her own wrists. Julie watched, confused by her mothers actions.

"Julie, if you don't mind me going first, I think I could use a two-hour suspension for distraction right now more than you do. I'll do yours right afterwards. Is that okay with you?"

(To be continued)

Inherited Passions Ch. 02



Author's Note: Since being a subsequently structured story (and entirely fictional), it is strongly suggested that you read Chapter 1 before continuing. 

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A very surprised Julie was quick to understand and react to her mother's request.

"Why yes mother. Of course you can go first." she stated as her mother got up and carried the case to her bedroom. Following right behind her, Julie watched as she set the overnight case down on her bed before un-shamefully removing all of her clothes. Rummaging through the overnight case, she took out a small coil of rough hemp rope and a length of small chromed chain that had a shorter chain attached to its center. There were some type of alligator clips attached to each loose end of the chains, making three clips in all. Then taking out another pair of black leather cuffs, she began talking to her bewildered daughter while buckling these cuffs to her ankles.

"Come here and sit down on the bed while I show you what I would like you to do. I think that most of this is going to be entirely new to you, so do watch and listen carefully as I explain things. And although you may think these are a little extreme right now, but I think you will learn to enjoy these as much as I do. Besides, it's been a long time since I've done this, and could really use some diversion right now."

Picking up the coil of rope, mother stood up and tied one end of the rope very tightly around her waist. Leaving the knot in front, she threaded the loose end between her legs and under the waste rope near the small of her back. And to Julie's continuing amazement, pulled on the rope so that it was drawn up and into her mothers slit. It was then that Julie got really embarrassed as her mother used her fingers to not only push the rope in as deeply as it would go, but then reached in with her fingers to grab hold of her clitoris and pull it out to be resting beside the rope and not under it. Her mother did all of this without any hesitation, or even discreetly. She was facing Julie straight on and actually holding her arms and hands somewhat to the side so Julie could see what she was doing. Then picking up the chains with the clips, mother held it out for Julie to clearly see how it was shaped. 

"After you get me suspended, take the loose end of the rope and put it through the D- rings on my ankle cuffs. Then fold my legs up to were my heels are just about touching my ass and tie the rope to my waist rope. The pressure of my legs wanting to unfold will severely tighten the rope through my crotch. After that is done, take this shorter chain and place one of these clips tightly on each nipple. Give each one a good tug to make sure it's properly seated, then take this last clip at the end of this longer chain and clip that onto my clitoris. Give that one a good tug also. Do you think you can do that for your mother?"

A wide-eyed and speechless Julie found herself only able to nod her head in agreement.

"Good!" was all mother said as she briefly stepped into the closet and came out holding about a 2 foot long leather covered stick of some kind that had a thick oblong piece of leather attached to one end. First handing it to Julie to inspect before taking it back, mother explained its use.

"This is called a Crop. You don't even have to grip the handle tight to swing it and slap the skin. Just make sure that the leather lands nice and flat on the skin to make it sting like the dickens when you use it. Watch closely."

Mother barely raised the Crop before bringing it down squarely on her own right calf causing her leg to jerk as it made a sharp slapping sound. Almost immediately a slightly red spot appeared on her calf. 

"I would like you to come in about every 15 or 20 minutes and use this on my love mound and breasts. For my moan the crotch rope and chain will be in the way, but you can tuck the chain underneath the rope. And when you hit me, please do not be gentle. Make sure that the Crop leaves a dandy red mark each time. That's how I like it. Do you think you can do that?"

"Oh my God mother. That's going to hurt like hell! And those alligator clips? On your most tender spots? I don't know if I can."

"Please Julie. I've done this all before. And it's been a very long time since I have enjoyed this type of treatment. I'm very ready for it. And please don't pay any attention to what I do or say. Ignore me completely. Just go ahead and do the things that I've asked you to do. And do leave me up there for at least a couple hours. Okay?

"Okay mother. I'll do my best to try and please you. But now I'm beginning to wonder if you were planning to do all these same things to me when it's my turn. Are you?" she asked in a very serious and concerned voice.

Sitting down next to Julie while lovingly taking hold of her hands, explained what she had in mind.

"Yes, I was planning to do just about the same things to you. However, I have some nipple clips in my case that won't be as cruel on you as what my alligator clips will be on me. I don't think you'll have a problem with the crotch rope. Also I was planning on not hitting you as hard with the Crop. I will be much gentler being that this all is entirely new to you, including the length of time that I keep you in bondage. Does that sound fair to you?"

"Yes mother. It does, even though I still feel a little frightened. I'm not saying that I don't look forward to experiencing all of this, but not sure I'll be able to endure the amount of pain even though you say you're going to be more gentle with me."

"Don't worry honey. I only asked you to totally ignore anything I say. When I have you up there, just tell me when you want to stop any or all of this, and I'll do it. Does that make you feel better?"

"That it does!" she said with a smile. Then looking around, "Is there anything else you want to show me, or are you ready to start?"

Reaching over to rummage in her overnight case again, mother pulled out a blindfold, a short length of chain, and a double ended snap clip.

"Put the blindfold on me just as soon as I get suspended. As for your clever contraption, I'm going to improve it a little bit." mother said as she picked up the chain and double ended clip. Walking over to the doors, she opened the gap between them to where she could set the 2x4 on top with its ends only a few inches beyond each door edge. Getting up on the chair, she then put the chain around the middle of the 2x4 and clipped the chain to gather using only one end of the double ended clip. This left the other end hanging down and ready to accept the D rings from her wrist cuffs. Then stepping back down on the floor, she asked Julie to come over and clip her wrists into it as she stood on tiptoe with her arms raised. When that was accomplished, mother again spoke as Julie was retrieving the blindfold.

"Thank you Julie, but I'm going to ask you to do two more things before we start. The first is that you might as well finish undressing and get two towels out. One you can spread out underneath me to catch my drippings while you can use the other to carry around with you to dry yourself and sit on. If you're like me, those panties aren't going to be able to hold the amount of love juices you're going to end up generating over the next few hours."

"The other thing is that I'm going to ask you to not masturbate at all while either of us are tied up. Most likely you're going to have a very strong urge to do this, but please don't. Okay?"

Although being a little puzzled about mothers last request, Julie said she wouldn't as she was removing her bra and panties. She put them in the clothes hamper as she got two towels out of the hall closet. Throwing one towel on the bed after drying her already soaked crotch, she spread the other one out beneath her mother. 

After blindfolding her, Julie threaded the free end of the crotch rope through the ankle D rings and folded her mother's legs up to almost touch her butt. Holding them with one arm, she tied that to the waste rope and let her mother's legs loose. Mom moaned a little bit before turning their head as much as she could and thanked her daughter. Then getting the chains, clipped both of her nipples. Ending up having to use her fingers to pull out her mother's clitoris just a bit more in order to get enough area to clip, she slowly let it close. This brought much more of a soft moan from her mother then when she applied the nipple clips. Giving them each of firm tug to ensure they were well seated brought additional moaning before finally seeing a soft smile appear on her face. Julie then went to the bed and sat down on the towel to admire her mother's body and desires.

She thought how beautiful her mother looked even being slightly more than 20 years older than she was. She still had a firm butt, beautifully formed breasts, only slightly larger than her own, and a firm flat stomach that was enhanced by her being in suspension. She wondered if she would look the same when she was 41. She also wondered if she would be able to endure the torments with the same strength that her mother must be suffering right now. She really looked forward to when her torture would begin when suddenly she felt her love juices began running down the inside of her thighs. It seems her mother was correct. Spreading her legs slightly, she imagined how that rope must feel being pulled up against her cunt. And then more so how it would feel as her mother would have to locate and pull out her clitoris also for the clipping. She felt another rush of love juices as her pussy began begging for more stimulation. Deciding she better go and do something other than watch her mother and become more aroused, she started to get up and walk towards the door.

"Julie!" her mother called out softly as she approached the door. Stopping to turn around, and expecting her mother to ask to remove the clips or the rope, or perhaps both, she replied.

"Yes mother. What is it?"

"I now would like to ask you to do one more favor for me. And hopefully you will do this. I would like you to whip me."

With slowness and curiosity, Julie walked to face her already suffering mother. And with an expression of awe and uncertainty, placed her hand gently on mother's cheek. 

"Did you say that you would like me to whip you?"

"Yes my daughter. That is what I asked." she replied while slowly nodding her head. "And I guess I can be the one feeling a little bit embarrassed by exposing my most sincere desire to my daughter." she continued with a hint of a smile. "Do you think you could bring yourself to do that for me also?"

Bewildered by the variety and intensity of her mother's involvement with bondage, it did take a few seconds before she replied.

"Well, I guess I could, if that is what you wish. But where do you want to be whipped, and what with?"

Mother hesitated just a bit before saying "I think I would like about 20 lashes on my back, and make them hard ones too. And if you look down into the bottom of my golf bag in the closet, you'll find several whips there. One of them will have nine strands of leather coming off the handle with the tips tied in a knot. That's the one I would like you to use please."

Going into the walk-in closet, it's door being one that held her suspended mother, she found the golf bag leaning against the back wall. Reaching deep down inside she did feel some leather handles and began pulling them out. The first was a whip comprised of many wider but not very long strips of thin leather. She took a little bit of time to look this one over and then tried flipping it along her calf like mother did with the Crop. Finding that one not very intense at all, she set it aside. The next one she had to pull on several times to get it totally out of the bag. From the handle the one lash must be almost 6 feet long and tapered down from handle width to almost nothing. Being much too long to flick inside the closet, she simply said that one aside also. The next one fit mother's description. A stout handle with nine narrow but strong looking lashes with knots tied on each tip. Flicking it against her calf with only moderate force was not a good idea. After giving off an "Owww", and quickly rubbing her leg to smooth the pain, she took it out to her mom.

"Mother, you can't mean this one?"

Even as her face was beginning to display the pain she was already feeling, mother again was able to display a smile as she answered.

"Yes, that's the one dear. I heard you give that little yelp in the closet. So do go ahead and begin. I'll try to keep my back facing you like it is now so you can give me 20 good hard lashes. Again, completely ignore any of my reactions or anything I say. Even if I ask you to stop, please do not. And do not be afraid if you see that you are causing welts. That's how hard I want you to whip me. Now if you by chance cut my skin, that's all right too, but do try not to cut me. With experience you will learn how to welt me, but not cut my skin. Does that make sense?"

"Well, kind of.... But are you really sure you want this? Using the Crop on your front is one thing, but I'm not sure about using this whip on you. You know how much I love you, and really don't want to hurt you as much as what I think this whip will hurt you ."

"Oh my beloved daughter. I understand what you're saying, and can only love you more for what you just said. But do remember that I've gone through all of this before at some time or another, and am asking for it again. So if you do love me, use that love to grant my wish."

"Okay mother.... 20 hard lashes on your back!"

Taking several steps back and to the side, Julie took up position and raised her arm. Bringing it forward, she heard the swish as the leather strips cut the air to only and in a muffled slap as they embraced her mother's skin. Her mothers body did not seem to react at all, and her mother let her know why. 

"Oh Julie. At least twice as hard as that please."

Following her directions, Julie swung twice as hard this time. This one did make mother jerk in her bondage.

"One... Thank you Julie, but please, harder still."

Again Julie followed mother's wishes, this time causing mother to physically strain against her bonds for a few seconds.

"Two... Thank you Julie, but please, just a little bit harder."

Shaking her head in bewilderment, Julie increased the force even more with this next lash. This one actually caused mother to pull herself up slightly by her arms for a few seconds before settling herself back down.

"Three... Thank you Julie. And that was a good one. Now just try never to go softer for the remaining ones."

With this next lash, Julie brought it down even just a bit harder, and more towards the small of her mother's back. This one caused mother to moan as she held herself up slightly by her arms, and remaining longer before she settled herself back down.

"Oh God Julie. Four..... Thank you Julie. That was perfect. And now that you have me pulling myself up by my arms, always wait until I settle completely back down before you apply the next lash."

Feeling more comfortable now that her mother was truly enjoying this, she followed her directions completely until the final lash was applied. Each time it took a little bit longer for her mothers pain to subside enough to hang freely again. And she did ignore the ever increasing loudness of her mother's moans, although at times this was hard to do. Only then did she walk up and take a close inspection of her mother's striped and welted back. 

She saw that she indeed had not broken the skin although it was clear more than half of her stripes were long welts with bright red marks at one end. She raised her hand and began running her fingers over the seemingly growing in size welts. This caused her mother to moan some more, but noticed a pleasurable feeling growing inside of her also by doing this. Stepping back first to try and figure out why this was happening to her, she stepped around to mother's front to talk to her. 

She found a very tearful woman as evidenced by the streams running down from behind her blindfold. Even the tops of both her breasts were wet from her amount of tears she had already expelled. She also saw the very extensive amount of expelled love juices running down both legs that the whipping must have brought on also. Seemingly lost in some type of her own space and time, Julie quietly exited the bedroom to let mother fully enjoy her experience. Only then did she realize how she herself had become so turned on by this whipping that her pussy juices were dripping from her also. 

Sneaking back in to get her towel off the bed, she took one last long look at the beautiful form of her mother. She was even more prettier now from the sheen of perspiration generated by her whipping. She slowly walked to the other bathroom, her mind full of experiences, sensations, and desires she had never known before. She drew half a tub of cold water and plunked herself down in it not thinking or caring how cold it was.

She looked down the full-length of her body. Her erect nipples were still tingling, longing to be rubbed and pinched. That tingling inside her pussy and the throbbing of her clitoris had lessened a great deal by sitting in the cold water. So wanting to quell her desires more in order to think more clearly, she slid down entirely into the cold water. Keeping her arms by her side she laid there for several minutes to allow the water to absorb her heat and passion from her body. Pushing herself back up to rest her back against the side of the tub, she let her head fall back as she closed her eyes and thought through the past few hours.

The events she had gone through today were swirling together like in a blender in her mind. Her shameful discovery. Being told of her mothers bondage desires. Remembering her lost father. Her mother stripping and being shown how to torture her intimate body parts, then actually touching her mother there to place the clip on her clit. And then the whipping. That seemingly cruel whipping that her mother had actually begged her to perform. She had seem whippings in movies, which she knew weren't for real, however they did kind of interest her a little. But now she was somewhat frightened. She had just performed a very real whipping, and now thinking back, she did enjoy it. Watching her mothers reactions to the lash was stimulating her. Her body realized that, even though at the time her mind didn't. While re-enacting her mothers initial torments and the whipping, she drifted off to sleep.

 (To be continued) 



Inherited Passions Ch. 03



Author's Note: Since being a subsequently structured story (and entirely fictional), it is strongly suggested that you begin reading this story beginning with Chapter 1.

I would also like to thank all those who have left such nice comments about this story. I truly am very humbled, and will endeavor to continue in the same fashion. 

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She awoke, startled and wide-eyed. She thought she had felt the sting of a lash on her back. She looked around and realized her body was shivering cold. She jumped out of the tub and wondered how long she had been asleep as she dried off. She also fearfully wondered about the condition her mother might be in right now. Practically running to her mother's bedroom, she flung the towel onto the bed as she went and grasped her mother's head in her hands. While waiting for mother to react, Julie glanced at the clock. 

"Mother. Are you alright? I'm sorry. I fell asleep. You been here for more than an hour already. Are you okay? Mother, please answer me." she pleadingly asked..

Mother began to slowly nod her head and form a brief smile as she whispered her reply to her daughter. 

"Yes dear, I'm okay. I just think that I'm a little out of practice."

"Would you like me to let you down now?" Julie asked compassionately while thinking about what her mother had just said.

"I don't think you've beaten my love mound yet, have you?" She asked after a few seconds.

"No mother, I haven't. I'm very sorry. I don't know why I fell asleep. But we can do that some other time if you want. You do look pretty wasted right now, and wouldn't you enjoy it more if you weren't already in so much pain." Julie asked while trying to persuade her mother otherwise.

"I guess your right." she finally said after a long pause. "That wonderful whipping you gave me really took a lot out of me. You can let me down now since your so worried." 

Julie felt very relieved. During this brief talk she noticed that her mother's head never once raised from its lowered position. She truly was exhausted. So stepping behind her, she first removed her blindfold, then released her legs and slowly let them down to touch the floor. Then bringing the chair close again, she asked her mother to stand on tiptoe so she could unclip her wrists. With this done, Julie stood close by to help guide mother to sit down. As she did this, Julie wondered why her mother kept her arms always slightly above her head.

"Thanks Julie. You might as well take off my ankle cuffs and put them on yourself while I get my arms down. So as Julie did this, it became clear why her mother was only slowly lowering her arms. By the expression on her face and the contortions that her shoulders and back muscles were doing, the fires of her red stripes and welts on her back were being re-ignited as her skin moved to its natural position. And as she finished buckling on the ankle cuffs, and mother's arms practically all the way down, Julie began transferring the wrist cuffs onto herself while talking.

"I really think you should take a rest before you start trying those things out on me. At least I would enjoy it more if I wasn't so concerned about you. I can wait until this evening or tomorrow to try these other things. I would be happy if you just put me in that simple suspension like you found me this morning for two or three hours while you rest. I would enjoy that too!" 

"Maybe your right." she finally replied. "Maybe I am pushing myself a little too fast into all of this again, and trying a bit too hard to see how you like it. How about if I just put you in a tiptoe suspension for your first longer experience at this. Spending two or three hours without being able to give your arms even a brief relief is not for beginners. So how about doing just the tiptoe suspension instead?"

"That sounds all right with me! You don't know how much I would enjoy that. I've been wanting to do that for so long, but never found the place to do it until I came up with this idea. But once I had it set up, and knowing that you were going to be home shortly, I decided to try the full suspension first. Then later on, when I knew you would be gone for quite a while, then I was going to try doing a long tiptoe. I think about that a lot." Julie said with growing enthusiasm. 

"So if you're going to do that for me now, I would like to be left like that for a real long time. Like maybe until late tonight!" And then quickly adding, "And maybe even leaving me until sometime tomorrow morning. You should be plenty rested up by then. Afterwards, maybe giving me a little break, we can try those new things out on me. How does that sound?"

"You certainly do have some very ambitious thoughts, but you have no idea how fatiguing bondage can be. Especially if you start being whipped or beaten like I just went through." mother answered while shaking her head and smiling at Julie. Her daughter was just like her in so many ways. So energetic and enthusiastic. Then forming a serious expression, explained to her daughter the present reality. 

"But do understand that after tonight I won't do anything more than simple bondage with you. I mean, if you still want to be tied up some tomorrow. Not even suspension because of the wrist marks. I can't have you going to school on Monday with telltale marks. They do need time to fade , and even the Crop will leave red marks lasting a couple days. Why don't we just wait until next Friday night. That might be better."

"Yes mother. I understand what you're saying." she answered somewhat disappointed. "But remember I don't have gym until Tuesday, and doing a long tiptoe has always been one of my pet fantasies. So just doing that should be okay, and even having you use that Crop on me a little too. You have me curious now on how that will feel." she blushed slightly.

"Fine with me!" mother graciously agreed. "I'll put you in a nice tiptoe suspension, and use the Crop on you at times. But you know sooner or later you're going to have to pee. Do you want to be let loose then, pee on the rug, or do what is most common? Peeing into a container while I hold it against you would probably work out best if you're willing to do that?" mother then paused.

"I guess I would have to." Julie shrugged.

"Yes, you will have to! So don't be embarrassed and empty yourself as much as you can. It may be a while before your next pee break." she said tauntingly. "And how about the crotch rope? I can give you a much milder version of what I had you put on me, but I should warn you that it probably will be much more of a sexual torture than pleasurable. Do you want to include that too?"

Julie had listened intently as she pictured in her mind each of these things happening to her while tied. Pausing before answering, she took a step towards the bed to retrieve her towel and dry her dribbling bottom.

"I think I'd like to try the crotch rope too, alone with the other things. But just for the experience you understand" Julie replied as she came close to giggling while giving mother a wink from her left eye.

"I thought you would!" she smiled while returning the wink. But I'm going to set you up a little different from what I think you had in mind. You'll probably enjoy it much more doing it my way. But before we do that, I would like your help in getting me set up to enjoy my time while you are enjoying yours."

Again not understanding what mother meant by this at first, Julie watched her slowly stand up and walk over to the overnight case. Taking out a somewhat triangular piece of curved shiny metal with some chains attached to each corner, mother held it up for her to see. It appeared to look like just the front piece of string thong bikini, except that it was made out of curved shinny steel. Handing it to Julie, she untied the rope from her waist and set that on the bed after coiling it back up. Going back into the overnight case to rummage some more, finally she found her slightly modified bicycle lock. 

Julie however wasn't paying much attention to her mother at that time. She was mesmerized running her fingers over the inside of this metal object. The entire inside surface had black rubbery pointed stubs glued over its entire inner surface. The height these stubs protruded ranged from smaller ones near the edges to ever increasing heights towards the center. The longest ones stood out more than half an inch. The studs were spaced about a half inch apart, and between them dozens of tiny holes had been drilled around the area where the clitoris would be. The holes looked too small to even poke a toothpick through. Taking it back from Julie, mother unhooked the tiny padlock and its key from one of the chains, set the key down, and handed the padlock back to Julie.

"Okay, while I hold this against my pussy, grab each chain from the top of the plate and snug them around me at hip height as tight as you can before hooking them together with the lock in the middle of my back. But don't close the lock yet. Reach between my legs and pull that bottom chain up as tight as you can. Then slip a link from that chain over the hook of the lock before snapping it shut.... Ready?"

Her instructions were simple enough, so giving mother a nod of her head, mother moved to stand with her back towards Julie and legs slightly separated. Taking the metal plate in both hands, she positioned it to rest gently against her crotch. Telling Julie she was ready, as two arms reached around her and drew the chains tight, with a jerk mother rammed the plate up at an angle into her crotch. First uttering a muffled "Ahhhh", mother held the plate tightly against her as Julie worked to connect the hip chains together. Her fingers seemed to get in each others way at times, but eventually got the two chains joined together, then reached between her mother's legs to bring up the third chain. Forcefully pulling it upwards, she slipped the round curved rod of the padlock through a link and snapped the lock closed.

"There! I think I got it mom." Julie announced in a not too assured voice.

Slowly releasing the pressure from her hands holding the plate in place, mother finally let her hands drop to her sides, then slowly turned around. 

"You got it all right!" mother assured her in a stressed voice, then realizing this, continued normally. "How does it look?"

Unable to think of anything to say at the moment, she simply stared at her mothers mid-section, then got down on one knee to inspect her mother's taunting adornment. Instinctively she began to reach out with her right hand to touch the plate, but stopped just before she did so. Looking up at her mother, then back down at the plate, she heard her mother say "Go ahead. You can touch it if you want." 

Given approval, Julie brought her hand forward so only your fingertips brushed the plate, then caressingly moved them over the relatively small surface area again and again. Eventually looking back up to mother she had to confirm the most bazaar and erotic situation she had ever heard of. "And all those little spikes are now pressing against your....".

"Yes dear, they are. They're all pressing against my sex." mother answered in advance. "Whatever is covered has those 'little spikes' as you call them pressing into my skin. And it's called a Chastity Thong." 

Again Julie was at a loss for words as she brought her attention back to the polished plate in front of her. This is when she also realized that her mother hadn't dried her crotch since being released, so this Chastity Thong must be encasing an already slimy mess. This was evident as some of her love juices were squeezed out along the edges, apparently when mother pressed it against her. Standing back up, she was about to ask a lot of questions when mother spoke first.

"Now I'll show you how this other little lock will keep me from being able to take this off by myself." she explained while picking up the bicycle lock. It was a standard combination bicycle lock that had 4 tumblers with numbers showing in a row. And to open the lock the tumblers had to be turned to display the four digit number that the lock was set at. She pointed out that the code number to open the lock, "1234", was printed in indelible ink on the lock itself, plus on the inside of the lid on the overnight case. But the fixed chain coming out of the lock had been reduced to being only a few inches longer than needed to insert the catch into the other side of the lock. Picking up the key for the padlock securing the Chastity Thong, mother showed how a metal ring had been welded to the top of the key. The ring was just large enough for the bicycle chain to fit through it, which she proceeded to do, then handed it to Julie.

"Now take this and weave it around all three chains where they come together." she said as she turned her back to Julie again. "Then lock it by changing the numbers. It should wind up that I can't slide the lock with the padlock key around to my front "

In less than a minute Julie had the bicycle lock in place, checking of course that it couldn't be slid to either side from its central position. 

"With that lock on, now your the only one who can release me. There's no way I can see the numbers to release that lock. Only another person can do that for me, and that's you for right now. Doesn't that give you a little feeling of power? she asked turning with a smile to face her daughter.

"But with all those spikes pressing against....... everything down there, how can you stand it? Julie asked while forming her face into a most inquisitive expression. 

"That's just the point dear." mother said as she took a small step forward to place her hands on Julie's shoulders. "I simply have to endure it until you decide to take it off me!"

Julie stood motionless staring into her mothers eyes, sensing both the pleasure and need she was experiencing right now. Wanting to fulfill her mother's wishes as before, Julie placed her hands on her mother's hips. Then grasping each side of the hip chains between her forefinger and thumb, gave them each a little tug although there was barely any slack.

"When would you like me to take this off?"

"Like I said, that's up to you!" she replied slowly shaking her head. "But I was thinking of after your done with your bondage, which we might as well get started with. Don't you?"

"Yes, why yes mother. I'm ready." Julie finally answered after coming out of her semi-mesmerized state of concentration on the Chastity Thong.

"Now let's get you set up so I can lay down for a little while." mother briskly stated as they separated. "I'm feeling a little tired from my earlier exercise, and my backs really killing me with all this moving around." Turning around to begin rummaging through the overnight case again, Julie stood silently as she gazed upon her mother's striped and welted back. Then while focusing on the locks holding the Chastity Thong in place, unknowingly her hands moved to caress her own sex. She began to imagine the Chastity Thong locked on her. Getting a smile on her face, she wondered just how long a woman could bare wearing that device without going crazy. This is just when she felt another rush of juices begin flowing down her legs. Quickly she grabbed the towel to dry herself once more.

Mother, finding what she was looking for, handed Julie two short lengths of rope. Telling her to tie one to each ankle cuff, mother picked up some other small items before stepping up on the chair. She pushed the existing center loop of chain around the 2x4 to one end before re-clipping it to firmly hug the 2x4. She repeated this procedure with the additional short chain and double ended clip she had just brought. Calling Julie over, mother had her turn with her back towards the wall and raise her arms up. Clipping first her right wrist, Julie had to raise up slightly for mother to clip the left wrist. Stepping down off the chair before moving it aside, mother had Julie spread her legs apart several feet before tying the ankle ropes to the door knobs. This caused Julie to have to stand much more on tiptoe than with her legs directly under her.

"Wow mom! This is awesome. My whole body is tingling!" she expressed with enthusiasm as she swayed her head around to admire her sprayed arms and legs.

"You may say that right now, but I can tell you after a couple hours you may change your mind." mother only half jokingly replied. "So whenever I'm around, and you want to be let down, just let me know."

"Oh no mother! I won't do that. Just leave me like this for a very long time. And just like what you told me before, just completely ignore me if I do ask to be let down. I've often thought about being tied exactly like this. Being like a slave, with no way to escape. Oh God, you don't know how much this is turning me on." she rambled on with gleaming eyes.

"Oh honey, I do. All too well do I know!" mother agreed. "But I don't think you quite know what your asking for to be left like that for a real long time. But since you asked for it, I'll ignore you until I feel you can't take anymore. And that includes using the Crop on you, which we might as well get started on right now. I'll sting your boobs up to give you something to think about while I nap."

Julie's delighted expression only faded a little as she looked down at her defenseless breasts. Her nipples were quite erect. Knowing that they were quite sensitive like that, she imagined the leather from the Crop slapping hard against them. They were tingling so badly already she actually desired someone or something to touch them: even the Crop. With eager anticipation, she looked up to see mother approaching with the Crop in one hand and a blindfold and the other.

"You don't need to see what time it is, or when I'm going to sting you. It's better that you let your imagination work in the dark!" she said to Julie as she secured the blindfold. 

Instantly Julie understood what her mother had just told her. She wondered to which side the Crop first land, then wondered briefly if mother was going to slap her somewhere else first. She turned her head slightly trying to hear were her mother was taking up position even though she knew that would be almost impossible. And with wanting stimulation outweighing mystery, she held her head up and thrust her chest out to the maximum by standing on extreme tiptoe. Holding that position for what seemed endless minutes, suddenly an explosion of pain occurred on the left side of her left breast. Her mouth opened but emitted no sound as her body jerked in response. Holding her position, she felt the wave of pain turn into pleasure as its intensity decreased. Her breathing becoming deeper, she found herself wanting to be struck again, and very soon. Her wish became reality when a second blow landed on the right side of her right breast. There was no jerking this time. Just a soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

Mother took her time as she alternately reddened the entire circumference of her daughters breasts. From her experience, she was careful to avoid striking either nipple directly. She had not decided yet if she was going to offer her daughter that most pleasurable moment. For right now, she was enjoying seeing her daughter's reactions and listening to the lovely soft moans occasional emitted as her Cropping continued. Also adding to her own arousal was seeing the slight accumulation of sweat appearing on her daughter's body. The tension of straining her body muscles with each stroke, along with trying to hold herself up on extreme tiptoe, was producing this desired effect. Admiring how this enhanced the beauty of her daughter, she suddenly found that she had been inadvertently increasing the ferocity of her strikes. She stopped, then took a few steps back. She looked at her daughter as she had never looked at her before. Her once little daughter had become a woman.




Inherited Passions Ch. 03



Julie's body was almost covered completely by a moderate sheen of perspiration, greatly enhancing what was already considered a deliciously toned complexion. Her small beautiful breasts, quite red from their base to almost her nipples, curved gently outwards and back again from her chest. Her arms were stretched straight and taut to support some of the weight of her lean body. Her legs appeared as sculptured supports while trying to maintain their stressful positions, and culminated in a small split arc that was excreting lavish amounts of sexual fluids. Feeling sensations unknown to her before, mother quietly set the Crop on the chair and went into the bathroom.

Sitting down on the toilet to think, she suddenly found herself having to pee. However, she also found she had another urge. She spread her legs wide and placed both hands on her Chastity Thong. Pushing as hard as she could, she rubbed her hands against the plate to force the spikes in deeper and also slightly move them around. Gritting her teeth while doing this, she remained completely silent for these few seconds of lustful agony, then removed her hands. She knew she would be torturing herself, but that was what she desired for that moment. She remained still for a few minutes to relax allowing Mother Nature to begin emptying her bladder. She looked down to see pee spray out from the dozens of little holes in her Chastity Thong, This always reminded her of a flower garden sprinkling can. When finished, she decided she needed to lay down for a while. 

On her way to the bed she stopped to admire her daughter standing strong and proudly still on tip toe. She remembered back when she too could last quite a long time like that before her legs would start giving out. And once they did, she would spend more and more time hanging completely by her wrists. Eventually the leg strength will be completely drained, along with all the rest of the muscles in her body unable to react any longer. Her daughter would also slowly progress to where she would find herself supported only by her outstretched arms. With numbed hands, painful wrists and arms, and even more painfully hurting shoulders and back, there would be no relief for what would seem like eternity. She felt an urge to go and kiss her daughter on her forehead, then thought better of it. She went to the bed instead, and after spreading the towel were her crotch would be resting, eased herself down on her stomach.

The pain that she was still experiencing from her back, as well as the pain and pleasure from her Chastity Thong should have been enough to occupy her mind, but it wasn't. She was quite used to that from years back, but these new feelings towards her daughter were occupying her mind even more. 

(To be continued)



Inherited Passions Ch. 04



Mother awoke slowly, perfectly aware of her surroundings and condition. Slowly she rose up onto her hands and knees to back herself off the bed while glancing over at her spread-eagled daughter only 8 feet away from her. Julie was still attempting to support some of her weight on the balls of her feet. While getting up on her own feet, she glanced at the clock as she stretched out her aching arms while yawning. She had been laying down for more than an hour and a half, but sleep had eluded her for quite some time. The pain was annoying, but new thoughts about her daughter were much more distracting.

Being very thirsty, she still found it hard to break from her prolonged gaze at her stunning daughter. Naked, stretched and struggling, lightly glazed in perspiration with excessive generation of pre-cum quite obvious, finally she silently turned and headed for the kitchen. Having drunk half the mug of cold beer before even sitting down, she sat on the front half of her usual head of the table chair. 

The pain in her back had intensified some when she had stretched her arms, and wondered if even two days would be long enough before she could lean back against something. She knew sleeping on her back again was going to be much longer than that. She half smiled to herself at how quickly Julie had picked up on how to swing the Cat for just the right effect. This made her recall times when she had been whipped so severely on her back, ass, and front that a good nights sleep was simply impossible. She clasped the mug with both hands and pressed it firmly first against one sore nipple, then the other. The cold brought both needed relief and pain. Glancing down at her crotch, she wished she could do the same right now to her still tormented clit, but the Chastity Thong prevented any soothing coolness. She smiled. Only ceaseless stimulation and torment was in store for her for at least a few more hours.

A while later, with it being half past five and feeling a bit hungry, she fried herself up a frozen hamburger, not bothering to dodge the spatter landing on her bare belly. Adding a handful of potato chips to her plate, as she ate she wondered how hungry Julie might be getting by now. She was accustomed to three good meals a day. They both had missed lunch from their pre-occupation, and it looked like supper wouldn't be in store for Julie either. However, once she had finished eating, she decided to check if her daughter was ready to be released.

After getting a plastic quart measuring cup from the cupboard, she took along her beer mug and went to her bedroom. She set the mug down on the dresser just hard enough to make Julie aware she was in the room. Pausing for a minute, she watched and listened for her daughter to made any indication she wanted release. While waiting, she again felt herself becoming attracted more than ever to her own naked flesh and blood beautifully bound before her. She had already decided to search out if her daughter had inherited perhaps another more profound trait from her, but was not going to force the issue. Talking a deep breath, she stepped directly in front of her daughter.

"I'm going to place this container in order for you to pee now. When you feel the top lip of the container press against your inner thighs and come in contact with your pussy lips, then you can pee. As long as you feel that it's their, go ahead and release as much as you can. But if ever you feel the container being moved away while you are peeing, immediately clamp it off and hold it . You may have filled the cup, or in some cases, it's being taking away to test your control. Or perhaps even to punish you should you deserve it..... Ready now..... Here it comes."

Pressing the container into Julie's crotch came easily from the pre-lubricated thighs. Julie's head raised slightly and to one side, but remained silent. It took more than a few seconds before even the first few dribbles started to come out, then soon turned into a fountain. This stream remained solid until almost the 2 cup mark was reached. From experience, mother held the container in place until the traditional few final short spurts squirted out. Taking the container away to set it on the dresser, mother quickly ducked in the closet to retrieve a 2 pound dumb-bell. And after a quick stop at her overnight case, returned to her daughters front.

"Since this slave was obedient enough to hold her pee until permitted," playing upon Julie's earlier mention of feeling like a slave, "she will be granted several hours of sexual pleasure other than just suffer for the pleasure of her Mistress." With a watchful eye, mother delighted seeing even just the beginning of an agreeing smile being formed on her daughters lips. 

Taking the soft cotton rope she had just selected instead of the hemp, mother tied a moderately loose waist rope around Julie. Knotting it in the center of her stretched and flat stomach, she picked up the dumb-bell from the chair and walked behind her. After bringing the loose end of the rope up between Julie's legs to tuck under the back of the waist rope and pulling up most of the loose slack, and tied the dumb-bell to it. Then carefully watching her daughters reactions, slowly lowered the weight to let the rope slid gently into her slit. Finding renewed strength to raise herself up again on tiptoe, she smiled as her daughter cocked her head between her arms as she arched herself backwards from the new sensations.

Mother still watched and listened carefully as Julie took several deep breaths before beginning to sway her head from side to side more and more slowly before retaking her slumped position. Knowing she should have waited a few minutes, her desire to observe the usual reaction overcame her. She lifted the dumb-bell about a foot and dropped it. As even the soft rope caused explosions along the entire length of Julie's slit, her reactions were not moderated by her present state of fatigue.

Julie actually pulled herself clear of the floor as she threw her head sideways and emitted a very loud "Ahhhhhhh" as her once just tingling receptacles of sexuality were overloaded with stimulation. It took at least seven or eight very heavy breaths while constantly moaning before her toes once again touched the floor. During this time mother was also active by pressing her Chastity Thong hard against her own sex. In her mind she was reliving what her daughter was going through now as she felt a sudden gush of vaginal juices flowing inside her. So as her daughter settled into her new distant world of pain and pleasure, she released the pressure from her own sex . It was time to leave well enough alone, and quietly exited the bedroom while grabbing her mug and a towel. Her bottom leakage was again getting rather excessive..  

Alternating between sitting upright on the front edge of the couch and laying down on her stomach, she spent the next several hours watching boring television. She kept the volume very low as not to disturb her daughters journeys of the mind, and 

quietly checked on her every half hour when she changed positions. She also decided on two other things. The first was she wasn't going to leave her up there all night like her daughter asked. Eleven would be bed time for both of them. And so as not to get any argument out of Julie, a few workouts should help drain any remaining energy and will power to remain all night. Being 8:00 now was as good a time as any to again torment already sensitive breasts even more. She would save the Cropping of her butt for last. Entering the bedroom, mother picked up the Crop from the bed and positioned herself just right to assault her now completely limp daughter.

Without warning, she brought it up on the underside of Julie's left breast. The jerk Julie gave to her bindings was sensational. Totally unexpected, even this very moderate sting caught her completely off guard. Her head shot straight back as the study stream of unrelenting pain and pleasure that were flowing into her mind was so suddenly interrupted. While still straining in earnest on her overstressed legs to remain on tiptoe, a second blow caught her on the underside of her right breast. Mother wasn't hitting very hard this time. She didn't need to. The already tenderized skin would react to even the slightest touch at this time. But mother was not being that light on them either. Moderate force would obtain the desired results. And as more stings again enveloped the entire curvature of her firm and tender breasts, Julie opened her mouth several times to almost say something, then just subside into deeply expressed moans of exquisite agony.

Still on tiptoe, sometimes she even brought herself back and lunged against her wrist cuffs as countless stings continued to encircle her breasts. But again mother never came close to either nipple, something which Julie most desperately hoped for. She even tried to guess when the next strike would occur and try to shift in order for one to be struck, but the rhythm was random. Her entire body became engulfed in wanton lust for satisfaction as countless stings on only the sides of her breasts fueled her desire. 

Then as suddenly as they started, the stinging stopped. Breathing heavily, her breasts on fire more than ever, her legs exhausted, she rested her body down on it's only two support points. Now feeling beads of sweat streaming down many parts of her body, without outward expression, she had come face-to-face with her dreams. Pain and passion, for as long as she wanted to endure it, without her control. She re-committed herself to silence. She could endure more, and craved more. Being left to bathe in the torment of unfulfilled ecstasy while enduring pain, unable to dictate when the pain would end or sexual gratification allowed, she now hung again by her wrists to await her next ordeal.

Mother went to sit on the edge of the bed. She laid the Crop down as she tried to relax the muscles in her back. Her many arm movements from manipulating the Crop had brought on a lot of renewed pain from her back. Although it wasn't that severe, she could use a little relaxation. Once again, she found herself gazing at the utter beauty of her tortured daughter so vividly exhibited before her. She felt her pussy tingling again seeking satisfaction while denied beneath its shielded covering.

Earlier in the afternoon, with the sunlight beaming through the reasonably curtained bedroom window, Julie's perspiration covered body seem to glisten and sparkle. Her motionless position took on a resemblance to a life-size statue. Even her breathing had became shallow enough that her chest and stomach seemed utterly motionless. And now, with just the light from the night stand, mother realized this is exactly how she must have looked like to her Mistress after her first intense ordeal.

Her Mistress had lead her to a darkened Playroom, with only one dim red light in a corner to vaguely illuminate its ornate contents. She was then tied and blindfolded almost exactly like her daughter was now inside the Suspension Frame. After being subjected to a sustained paddling lasting forever, she was left alone for an hour. When Mistress returned, she was asked if she wished to be released, or be paddled again before being left for another hour. And after the fourth hour, again asking for another paddling, Mistress explained that this would mean remaining like this all night since Mistress was going to bed. 

Agreeing to this, Mistress allowed her a pee cup, gave her a drink of water, then applied the paddle without mercy. In the morning Mistress gave her a kiss on the lips before letting her pee in in the cup before being released. Without hesitation, she was ordered to crawl to the middle of the living room, which was slow and painful. Once there, a strict hogtie was applied, and left that way all day without food or water until supper. After being untied, but still on the floor, Mistress sat down in a chair in front of her after removing her black leather panties. She still recalled the exact words that described her desires so accurately, and that she had never admitted to even herself before.

"You are a Pain Slut! You have asked for and endured much more pain than any other submissive I control. You please me, therefore I have purchased a special collar this afternoon for you to wear whenever you serve Me. It will be a symbol of your strength and devotion that only you shall ever wear. But to earn it, you must pass one more test! You are free now, and you may get up, dress, and walk out. OR, you may crawl to Me, place only your head between my legs, and lick your Mistress to multiple orgasms. That will be your last step to earn this collar of honor." 

Mistress then held up a beautifully decorated stainless steel collar It was highly polished, almost an inch wide, with the front hinge masterfully designed to be hidden in the stub for the frontal D-ring. One D-ring on each side was placed so it would allow attachment just forward of each ear. The slightly extended stub for the D-ring at the back was designed to be the catch and provide a small opening for a padlock. She gazed at it's beauty and delighted in its symbolism in accepting pain without complaint. She didn't need time to think about it. Her mind was already made up.

She had heard and read about lesbians, and had several times wondered what it would be like. And now, in just a few meetings, sat a woman whom she most admired and wanted to please for giving her the sensations she enjoyed so much. Within seconds, her aching body was moving along the rug so her lips and tongue could embrace the womanhood of her Mistress. As she neared the already wet concave of tender skin, Mistress slouched down in the chair to meet the accepting mouth of her now prized possession. She recalled how she immediately became entranced in providing pleasure to her Mistress, imaging how she would want it done to herself. 

She licked, sucked, and nibbled away, making her Mistress moan with pleasure when pushing her tongue deep into the vagina or rimmed the clitoris. Several times Mistress grabbed her hair and pulled her forcefully down harder into her shaven pussy at each orgasm while she herself held her hands clasped together behind her back. Ignoring her own pain and fatigue, she continued to providing pleasure to her Mistress for a lengthy time before her head was pulled away from its wet and womanly aromatic nest by her hair. Now in a kneeling position in front of her Mistress, she lifted her head slightly as two hands approached her throat and gently removed the leather collar she was wearing. Setting it aside, Mistress picked up the new collar from the table like a fragile egg, and placed it around her neck and held it position without closing it.

"If you accept this collar, you will become My most cherished slave, above all others. You accept your position as my slave for life, or until I release you from this vow of servitude, obedience, and loyalty. Your mind, your heart, and your body now will exist only to please Me, and no others. You are allowed to command and torment others slaves the same as I, but you must also set the example and obey all My commands without hesitation or complaint. Do you understand and wish to accept the union that then exist between us?"

"Yes Mistress, I fully understand and will obey." she remembered stammering out between sniffles as tears of happiness started falling from her eyes.

"Then, as you have already drunk of my nectar of love, you will now consecrate this union by the drinking of my urine. Place you head to receive my offering of it to you."

Again, without hesitation she lowed her head to place her lips firmly around Mistress's clitoris. It didn't matter to her if it was a proper thing to do or not, or how it would taste. She wanted to do it, and within seconds, began swallowing as the warm fluid filled her mouth repeatedly. When done, she automatically licked the clit and hood clean before returning to her kneeling position. With her hands still on the slightly open collar, Mistress closed it around her neck, a slight click indicating it was properly latched. Mistress then leaned forward and kissed her upon the lips. 

"You have done well slave, and deserve a reward. So after you serve me my cocktail, and fry up some pork chops and mashed potatoes for my supper, you may eat and drink as much as you want."

She also recalled how after thanking Mistress, she fell over while trying to stand up with her hands still behind her, but her legs were slow to move from being so stiff. And after finishing their meals, they spent a relaxing evening watching TV. Mistress sat in a recliner while she sat on the right side of it, cross legged and on a wooden cutting board with her hands cuffed to her new and wonderful collar, as Mistress played with her breasts with her right hand the whole time. The pain and constant sexual pleasure was extremely tormenting as she was still had not been allowed to climax. But the reward came when Mistress finally shut off the TV and lights, and took her to bed with her. She sleep with her hands still cuffed to her new collar, but that didn't matter. Her Mistress licked her first to the most fantastic orgasm she had ever experienced. She then slept the most satisfying sleep she had ever experienced.

Remembering all of this as she watched her daughter silently enduring her own first test of pain and pleasure, she felt a new sense of closeness to her daughter. Without thinking about it, she got up and took a few steps towards her daughter. She felt an uncontrollable urge to hug and comfort her. Then catching herself, she lowered her hands and went back to sit down on the bed again. This was not the time to disturb Julie. She should be left alone to live her fantasy. To fulfill her desires. Mesmerized by the attraction of her now grown up daughter, mother remained to adore the eloquence of the female body, and how her former Mistress must have enjoyed her suffering. 

Oh yes, her Mistress was an angel and a devil. Most things that her Mistress did were sensual and sexually stimulating and tormenting. But at times it was purely for her Mistresses enjoyment of seeing her in nothing but agony for hours, or even days. She vividly recalled the time she was simply a corner wall decoration for almost 8 hours as Mistress prepared for and hosted a Bridge Club party right in front of her. It was in the living room where she was naked, blindfolded, and hung only by her thumbs by small cords. The excuse was her Mistress thought she was very lapse in giving her a good massage that morning. 

So as the three other ladies gathered, she heard several remarks about her beauty, and the agony she must be in, but none about letting her down. This was probably from seeing her strumming collar and the drips of pussy juices already running down the legs. Of course they did ask if they could torment me, which Mistress did allow, but I was not to be pulled on or made to jerk. This might damage me so I wouldn't be able to prepare and serve them dinner afterwards. With this, Mistress quickly added that if I were to soil the rug, I would hang until morning breakfast. 

This caused a giggle as all seemed to try to make her pee! Even with two spoons put together to form a probe with ice cubes in between shoved up her ass and cunt didn't work. So they were left inside her as the table was brought over directly in front of her. This way Mistress only had to turn around to keep score on her belly with a felt tip pen. And when not in use, the pen was keep stored halfway jammed into her cunt beside the spoon handles. 

Close to 5:00, she was finally taken down and immediately sent to prepare dinner. When everything was ready, she served them dinner and drinks, all the while with the spoons still in place. After clearing away the plates, she had to lay down on the coffee table on her back with her arms at her side. She was to remain motionless at all times, except for her mouth. She was to accept urine from anyone who wanted to relieve themselves, or be licked to orgasm. And to make it more torturous, Mistress did inform them that she had not been allowed climax for over a week now, and they could tease her as they pleased.... But not to orgasm! She endured all of them for more than two hours, but really didn't like it. She would have enjoyed it much more if she only had been tied down.




Inherited Passions Ch. 04



As the ladies prepared to leave, they all thanked her for a wonderful afternoon and dinner. They each asked if her slave was going to be the score pad for the next time she was to host the Bridge Club. She remembered the smile Mistress gave her when she looked down upon her kneeling beside her. She also remembered the approving smile and nod of her head she returned too her Mistress. Hanging by her thumbs for almost eight hours was the most intense and outright torture she had ever endured. She also remembered that even through all that pain, some arousal still leaked continuously from her bottom. It really wasn't all that bad, and she would do it again, if it pleased her Mistress.

Focusing her thoughts back to her daughter that was now languishing before her, she wondered. Would she accept her mother to be her Mistress? And perhaps just as importantly, would her daughter enjoy being a Mistress to her own mother? She raised her hand and placed it around her neck. She remembered how touching that cold piece of metal made her feel so needed. So proud. So fulfilled. She reached for the overnight case and pulled it next to her. Reaching down to the very bottom, she pulled it from the case and held it both hands while occasionally glancing down at the sort of matching stainless steel Chastity Thong. 

While opening and closing it several times she longed for her former Mistress to be standing in front of her. To once again feel her fingers close the collar and to hear that wonderful click. She remembered that fateful day when Mistress took the collar off her for the last time. The sorry she felt when her Mistress relieved her of her vow. The long passionate kiss and hug that followed, and being wished a happy marriage to her finance. 

Needing something, she rose and slowly walked to the living room. Placing the collar on the coffee table, she poured herself a shot glass of courage and placed it in the center of the collar on the table. She sat down cross legged on the floor with her back almost touching the couch. Shifting the collar and shot glass to be directly if from of her, she picked up the glass to raise it in toasting fashion.

"This is for you my beloved Mistress." she softly stated with reverence, then swallowed the contents in one gulp. Then placing both hands flat upon the collar, she forced her back against the couch. Stiffing from the pain, she swayed her back several times against the couch fabric while increasing the pressure. Her hands remained stationary as waves of renewed pain swept through her body. Before she drank the shot, she had vowed to herself and former Mistress that she would remain this way for two hours. It would be about 10:30 by then. Time to return to care for her daughter. She closed her eyes and hoped the time would pass slowly.

At the appointed time, she turned her still flattened hands to gently hold her collar and raise it to her lips. Placing a gentle kiss upon its frontal ring, she gently placed it on the table again. Achingly she rose and slowly made her way to her bedroom. Julie didn't seem to have moved since seeing her last. Picking up the Crop from the bed, mother positioned herself behind and to the side of her apparently already spent daughter. Deciding to make her aware of her impending torment, mother began to softly stroke the paddle of the Crop slowly up and down Julie's sides and inside the thighs. 

When no part of her daughter moved from the stroking, except for a slight shifting of her head, mother stooped down and visually inspected her crotch. Over the last hours almost all of her pre-cum had dried, leaving only the crotch rope directly below her love canal slightly damp. Mother knew was she was completely drained of energy, Mentally and physically exhausted. Straightening back up she knew that Julie's first real BDSM had taken much more out of her than what her daughter had thought it would. Enduring lengthy BDSM sessions required exercise and training, just like athlete's. She too experienced early fatiguing at first. 

Regardless, mother decided to give her two dozen good hard smacks, alternating between her right and left cheeks. If Julie wanted to do lengthy bondage with severe tortures, might as well start her training now. She drew her arm way back and landed it sharply on the right cheek, As Julie flung her head back and to the side, an identical smack quickly erupted on her left. Not needing to wait for Julies other physical reactions to subside, since there were none, smacks three and four quickly followed. That finally got her at least to begin howling cries of torment. And after the fifth and sixth hard strokes, somewhere she found strength enough to raise herself once again up on her toes and pull against her restraints. 

At this point mother began slowing down a bit on her rapidity of her strokes as the moans became louder and more continuous. And by the time she had inflicted the last severe sting, Julie was again covered in sweat and had just seemingly collapsed in her bonds. Her moaning ceased as her head came down to almost rest her chin on her chest. With experienced concern and unconcern, mother quietly returned to sit on the bed and watch her daughter for several minutes as she went through her state of semi-unconsciousness. Finally she rose and approached her tortured daughter.

Stopping in front of her, she softly called out Julie's name several times before the head slowly began to raise up. Quickly mother's hands helped her in her effort while explaining that her bondage was going to end now. Next she told Julie to keep your eyes closed because she was going to remove the blindfold, then she could slowly open them to adjust to the light. Setting the blindfold down, mother gently removed the crotch rope and its weight. This caused her body to tense up and somewhat shiver as it was removed. Next she very gently used a towel to dab away the majority of wetness from the sides of her legs, but didn't touch her pussy or clit. 

Removing the cuffs from her ankles, Julie moaned softly as she inched her legs together to again support her weight. Mother massaged both her arms and shoulders as the stress was removed from them. Both Julie and mother remained quiet during this entire process, even as first one wrist was unclipped and arm lowered to her side by her mother, then the other. She then helped Julie walk the few feet into mother's bathroom and set her down on the commode. Telling her to stay seated, and pee if needed, mother went to the kitchen and got a glass of water for Julie. After she had finished drinking it, mother helped Julie into the large walk-in shower and stayed with her. 

While mother turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, Julie leaned against the wall while contemplating even sitting down to bathe. It felt very strange to have her mother beside her in the shower, but with what they had already experienced together today, she didn't feel uncomfortable. It felt almost like she was at school showering with other girls after gym class. And as a matter-of-fact, she was actually somewhat happy to have her mother beside her. And as the soothing warm water began to flow over her sore body, her legs slowly became jelly and slid down to sit on the floor. Soaping up a washcloth, mother handed it to her. Her arms, too sore to really move, she lowered them to the floor. Being at eye level with mothers stomach, Julie saw that she was showering with her Chastity Thong still on. 

"Would you like me to unlock your thong mother?"

"Yes, please. I'd rather not sleep with it on tonight, if you know what I mean." she replied as she turned her back to her daughter and squatted down slightly. It was while she was dialing up the release combination for the bicycle lock, a thought occurred to her. 

"Have you slept with this thong pressing against your pussy all night?"

"Oh God, most definitely. Not often, but sometimes."

While contemplating mother's answer, the bicycle lock slid open and the freed key was used to unlock the Chastity Thong chains. Her mother, with her hand already cupped against the metal thong, emitted soft groan as she peeled it away from her crotch while studying herself with her other hand against a wall. Then holding it up close to the shower head, Julie watched in awe as her mother washed the accumulation of cunt juices from it before laying it on the shower floor. Not surprisingly, mother did not touch her reddened and pot marked moan and pussy to cleanse that area, but simply spread her legs slightly to let the streams of water wash away that accumulation. 

"If you lean forward all wash your back for you." brought Julie out of her bewildered trance, smiled up at her mother and leaned forward. The gentle scrubbing she received helped to ease some of the pain she was feeling as she sat on her sore butt. Grateful for the consideration, Julie was about to thank her mother as she brought herself upright again when mother told her to hold out her arms so she could wash those for her also. As she raised her left arm up to be washed first, she saw her mother spread her legs slightly and lower herself to end up sitting directly in front of her. Scooting forward slightly, with Julie's closed legs between her own, she kept moving forward until Julie's toes actually were touching her mothers butt. Then holding Julie's left arm out straight, she began unhurriedly gently washing it.

"Your arms and shoulders are going to be pretty sore tomorrow, along with that cute little rear end of yours too. So why don't you plan on just taking it easy tomorrow and rest up. There's lots more weekends coming up where we can get into more intense things like what you just went through. Now give me your right arm so I can wash that for you too."

"I know mother. I just want to try so many things, and don't have to hide it anymore." she smiled through her fatigue.

"You are just being like when you were little girl and you got a new doll. You wanted to try all the dresses on her at the same time! But I think that's about true for just about everyone when something thrilling comes along. Now open your legs a little bit so I can wash them too."

Spreading her own legs quite widely apart, mother placed her hands on Julie's knees to gently spread Julie's legs about a foot apart before beginning to wash them.

Julie sat quietly with her arms at her side and watched as mother began on her right foot and worked her way up to her upper thighs. And just as Julie felt the tingling inside her vagina begin to increase, mother started on her left leg. This time Julie watched closely as mother worked the washcloth ever closer to where Julie wanted to feel it most. She was now again horny as hell, and so much just wanted to go to her bedroom and be alone. But what she didn't feel was necessary was telling her mother how good it felt as the washcloth came closer to her pussy. She kept a straight face and quiet as mother picked up the well wetted bar of soap and lathered the washcloth into a mass of tiny bubbles. 

Spreading Julie's legs apart just a bit more, leaned forward a bit. Julie closed her eyes as she anticipated the washcloth connecting with her throbbing clitoris. Instead she felt it placed on her chest just below her neck. Keeping her eyes closed, her breathing became deeper as mother gently washed her chest and belly, being ever so gentle while running it over her tenderized breasts.

"This is just like when I would bathe you when you were little." mother smiled as she saw Julie's entire body begin to tense up. And then looking at Julie's face, with her mouth half open and closed eyes, slowly moved the washcloth down to her hips. Julie remained frozen in position as mother once again re-lathered the washcloth and let it ever so softly first come in contact with Julie's love mound, and guided its natural down over her semi-exposed clit. Her mouth opened wider as she grabbed her ankles with her hands as waves of passion erupted within her. Mother then lowered the washcloth more to glide over her swollen pussy lips, not applying any force at all upon it. Then removing the washcloth, mother stood up and directed the stream of water to lazily stream downwards and rinse the soap from her mesmerized daughter. 

"Come my dear. It's time for you to get some rest."

Shutting off the water and reaching out to grab several large towels just outside the shower entrance, mother knelt down beside her daughter and gently dried her off. Drying herself off next as she stood up again, mother leaned forwards and asked for her daughter's hands. 

Julie raised her head up to look into her mother's eyes as the most sincerest of smiles appeared on her face. Wordlessly, she raised her arms to meet mothers and was helped to a standing position. Then with one arm around each other, mother picked up one of the drying towels off the floor and flung it over her shoulder before guiding her daughter to her bedroom and bed. Laying her down on her back, mother folded the towel and put it underneath Julie's still wet hair saying they could take care of that in the morning. 

Wishing her a good nights sleep, mother turned out the light and closed the door behind her. Going back to her own bathroom to get another towel to dry her own hair, she then went to the kitchen and got herself a fresh mug of beer. She sat down at the kitchen table for a few minutes, fingering her collar that she had picked up along the way. Her passion to wear it again had become an obsession. She pondered what she would do if Julie didn't want to be her Mistress and Lover. This was too much to think about tonight anymore. She was tired too. She took a few more swallows of beer and went to bed.

As she repositioned her towel and laid face down, she heard for the first time ever muffled moans of pleasure emanating from her daughter's bedroom. This made her eyes water slightly thinking about how much pleasure she was able to give her daughter. It felt very self satisfying to her in more ways than one. She got out her Magic Bullet from its normal hiding place. Her body increasingly anticipating this moment all day, no more preparation was needed. Holding her favorite toy, she worked her arms underneath her hips and began her own journey into ecstasy.

(To be continued)



Inherited Passions Ch. 05



As Julie awoke, she slowly opened her eyes to happily find she was indeed at home and in her own bedroom. She wondered if all the satisfying moments she had just experienced were for real or another one of her dreams. She was flat on her back, totally nude, and as she turned to look at the time, figured out that for sure they were for real. Her entire body ached with every move, especially her arms and shoulders. Her breasts ached too from the slight movement, and looked to see that indeed there were very red, except around her nipples. Her behind hurt too, and recalled receiving the worst butt thrashing it had ever gotten. 

It was 8:30! She had never slept that late before, even on a Sunday. Carefully she eased herself out of bed and to the bathroom. Sitting down on the toilet wasn't comfortable like it normally was, but the pain was very manageable. After she pee'ed, she washed her somewhat sore bottom like she usually had to ever morning, but it seemed she had excreted a lot more juice than usual last night. She decided not to put on panties. A robe would be fine while getting morning coffee. Putting it on, she cinched it tight. With her first few steps towards the kitchen, she stopped. Her breasts were delightfully feeling each brush of the cloth over them with each step. She smiled, then positioned the belt right under her breasts and tied it very tight. Satisfied she'll enjoy the stimulus much more now, she continued on to the kitchen.

Mother was already sitting at the kitchen table hugging her cup of coffee and watching the news on the small portable TV on the countertop. The unusual thing was she was completely naked. The many red streaks and welts on her back where clearly visible as she only sat on the front half of the seat. Julie understood why she would be drinking coffee with her mother sitting in the nude for the very first time. After exchanging good mornings, she walked to place her hand gently on her mothers shoulder.

"I can understand why your not wearing your rode this morning. Does your back still hurt a lot?"

"Of course it does, silly." mother smiled as she turned towards her daughter. "And it will be for several more delightful days.... And by then, I just may be ready for another 30 or 40 lashes. And why are you wearing a robe? I don't think there's any reason why we need to be bashful around each other any more." she ended with a bigger smile and a wink.

Julie smiled back as she turned to get a coffee cup and fill it from the freshly brewed pot while envisioning her mother again suspended, straining in her bonds as she applied each lash.. The thought of being able to apply maybe twice as many lashes as before was not only intriguing to her, but arousing too. While setting the cup on the table, asked how long mother had been up as she removed her robe..

"Oh, about an hour I guess. I went through a lot yesterday, but not nearly for as long as you did. Duration can take a lot more out of person than intensity. I should know!" she winked. "Now come over here. I want to get a close look to how your breast marks are doing."

Julie thought how pleasant it was not to feel any type of shame or modesty as she approached her nude mother while she herself was nude. This was far different from having their usual morning coffee. She then knelt down so her breasts would be more at mothers eye level. Reaching out with both hands, mother very gently ran her fingers over the entire circumference of her daughters breasts. Julie's reaction was more than what she had expected. That strange passion that she had gone through last night in the shower suddenly surfaced again. Uncontrollably, she was slowly pulling her shoulders back to accentuate her breasts as she closed her eyes. A sudden surge of juices in her vagina became very evident to her. 

"They'll still be quite sore today yet, but much better by tomorrow." mother casually stated as she removed her fingers. "For gym on Tuesday they should be pretty well cleared up. If not, I'll give you a note saying your having a very heavy period and need to be excused. Now stand up and let me look at your butt."

Julie quickly returned to her feet, glad to be able to exit from her growing state of mixed and confusing emotions. Arms at her sides, she turned around. This gave her a few seconds to try and clam down when she felt both of her mothers hands come in contact with her behind. As they softly passed several times over the firm and splendidly formed mounds from her waist to her thighs, Julie fought it hard to repress her sensations. But as they came in contact with the many reddened and sore areas the Crop had inflicted, control of the waves of pleasure that began rippling through her entire body became impossible to control. Was this good or bad? She just didn't know! She stepped away quickly and sat down in one continuous motion. As she tried to keep her breathing rate down to normal, she felt her pussy becoming a flood zone.

"Do you think they'll be gone by Tuesday too?" was all Julie could come up with in order to try and take her mind off of her present state of arousal. With slightly shaking hands, she brought her coffee cup to her lips trying to hide her blushing.

"Yes, I think so. But then again, having your butt being a little red from sitting on those hard classroom chairs does usually leave it slightly red anyways. So if there are any left, they shouldn't show." 

Mother knew what her daughter must be going through right now, and wanted so badly to comfort her. She saw it in Julie's eyes and actions last night in the shower, and even more so this morning. It was difficult, especially as her own mother who cared so much for her, not to intervene. But she did not want to influence her daughters decision one way or the other directly. It was clear that her daughter had developed some of the same feelings towards her that she had developed towards her daughter. 

This would have to be of Julie's own free will and desire to become sexually involved with her mother. She would not, could not, live with the guilt of somehow forcing her daughter to make love with another woman, much less her own mother. No, this desire would have to come from her own daughters heart. For now she would continue to ignore Julie's moments of conflict, and just try to be a good mother in any other way, as well as good slave. Whatever happens, she would willingly accept whatever path her daughter choose. Remain straight or become a bi-sexual, that was to be solely her choice.

Still uneasy about what she was experiencing inside, Julie saw the stainless steel circle on the table. Still seeking some diversion, she asked if that was part of mothers bondage gear.

"Yes it is, as a matter of fact. It's from when I discovered my true inner self, finding out that being a good slave was what I truly enjoyed the most." Then looking straight at Julie, asked "Do you know what it is?" as she opened and closed the ring several times in front of her.

Julie was pretty sure, but leaned back in her chair and in a questioning mode answered "Is that a collar for a slave?" Anticipating her mothers response, her mind went wild with delightful thoughts hoping that mother would place that elegant collar around her neck. She kind of figured that was why mother had brought it out. If her mother had really wanted to wear it, why didn't she put it on yesterday when she asked to be tortured? She grew anxious as mother had turned her attention back to the collar, but remained silent.

"Do you want to wear it mother?" she asked politely while wanting it more for herself. "I'll help you put it on if you like. Or if not, I'd like to wear it."

Mothers eye's raised to meet hers with a saddened smile. "If you want we can pick out a leather collar for you to wear. And I guess I could get another leather one for me too. But this one....." mother said as she drew it ceremoniously through her fingers, "This one is VERY special. It was locked on me by my first Mistress. And although Mistress did abstain me from my vows when she removed it, it just wouldn't feel right if any other Mistress would ever lock it on me again." 

Mother ended her statement there, and left Julie almost begin to feel what that particular collar must mean a great deal to her.

"She must have been very special to you!"

Mother took a deep breath as she slid her empty coffee cup towards Julie. "You see Julie, I was a sworn and collared slave once, and although I was released from my vow's of slavery just before I married your father, this collar was a symbol of the union between my Mistress and her slave. I still feel the bond we had, even today."

Seeing Julie staring at her with a bewildered expression, mother smiled and said "My darling Julie. If you pour us another cup of coffee, I have a lot more to tell you. With our new relationship, I think it would be best if you knew a lot more about my past."

Without saying a word, Julie got up. Even with the slight pain she experienced as her sore bare butt peeled itself off the vinyl chair seat, her mind was focused on wanting to hear what mother was about to tell her. More and more questions about mother's bondage gear and experience were accumulating in her head since yesterday. Now it seemed she was going to get a lot of answers. She anxiously returned with the full cups thinking how ironic that the two of them would be discussing slavery as they both sat in the nude and drinking coffee. 

"Well, like I told you yesterday, I too enjoyed my self-bondage when I was your age. But I wasn't caught at it like I caught you, so it always was my own little secret. Then I happened to meet your father one night. Ohhh, he was simply so dashing in his army officers uniform. So young and so gentlemanly. Of course I couldn't turn him down when he asked me out to dinner, so he took me to the Officer's Club to impress me. We had a fine dinner, then went up to sit at the bar to talk for a few drinks afterwards. 

When he got distracted talking with some other officers for a few minutes, I happened to notice the charm bracelet on the woman's wrist sitting next to me. On it were two separate charms of handcuffs besides two charms of paddles. These had already gotten my attention when I saw another that was apparently that of a nude woman with her arms behind her back. 

I couldn't take my eye's off them until her arm moved . I followed it as it reached into a side pocket of her vest and withdrew a small card. She then used both her hands to cup one of my hands and slipped the card onto my palm. I then looked up to see her smiling, along with the woman officer she was with. I looked around to see if anyone else was looking, then quickly glanced at it before sliding it under the wide belt I was wearing. All it had on it, in small letters, was "Fantasies Fulfilled" and a telephone number. When I looked back at them, they were paying no more attention to me. I figured I better do the same, and made to mention of it.

Two days after, with my heart pounding and lust to be tied tight by another person and left for hours on end, I called the number. A woman answered and simply said "Yes?" I asked if she was the one who had given me her card. She asked me exactly where and when, so I told her. She then said "If you recognize my charms, then you realize the satisfaction I can bring. Is that why you are calling?" I answered "Yes." "Are you free tomorrow evening?" I answered "Yes." 

Then with absolute authority, stated exactly where, when, and what to be wearing when I met her. No more! No less! She then stated that if I was a minute early or a minute too late, don't ever call again, then hung up. I couldn't hold back the exhilaration I was feeling, going immediately to set out my clothes. A wrap around black skirt, white blouse left unbuttoned below the level of my breasts, and the tallest pair of high heels I had no matter what color they were. I was to be wearing nothing but those three items. Not even jewelry, but I was to tape my Drivers License to the small of my back along with a twenty dollar bill. 

Time passed too slowly, and I barely slept. I can't remember what I did or who I talked to a work the next day. After work, I was dressed two hours early. I left the apartment an hour early. I circled the block until I got a parking spot almost at the front door of the small restaurant. I sat in the car for half an hour watching my wrist watch I had put on the dashboard. I had set the time exactly to match the network time off the computer. At 7:59 I got out of the car and walked in the front door.

It was a small Italian restaurant, and at this time on a weeknight, few others where there. The woman from the Officers Club was sitting at the bar near the door and held out her wrist with the charm bracelet towards me, wiggling it slightly. She motioned for me to sit down beside her, then told me to order a drink and be quiet. When the woman bartender set the Bloody Mary in front of me, she looked at the woman who had given me the instructions. Giving her one nod of her head, the bartender seemed to bow slightly as she returned the nod and walked away. 

I observed, but did not speak. Neither did she. We sat for almost 15 minutes doing absolutely nothing. I was confused and getting scared. I didn't even touch my drink. I hadn't been told I could, but I was ready to gulp down the whole thing if she had said I could! Then she suddenly got off the stool, told me to pick up our drinks, and follow her. We went to a back table near the rest rooms and sat down. I set the drinks down and sat down too, although I didn't know if I should. 

"Good girl. Now you may take one swallow if you like, then you will follow me."

By now I was really getting scared, but obeyed as she led me into the women's rest room. It was empty, and the bartender came in almost immediately after us. The bartender placed her hands behind her back as she went to stand next to the woman and stared at me as my instructor simply said "Strip!"

Standing in the middle of the bathroom floor, I was caught completely off guard. After two seconds, while I was trying to figure out what to do or say, she spoke again in a much more demanding voice.

"Strip now or go home. And don't every try to contact me again! I didn't come here to waste my time playing games. Either you want a fantasy fulfilled or don't! If not, leave now."

"For some reason my brain finally clicked on, and quickly as I could, opened my skirt and threw it on the sink, followed immediately by my blouse. Landing on top of my skirt, I stepped out of my high heels. I stood upright and motionless with my hands unconsciously covering my already wet hairy pussy. I only then realized that I was now standing naked in front of two women I didn't even know, but not feeling embarrassed. I remained silent. I had no idea of what to expect next, but wished one or both of them would pull some rope out of their pockets, or somewhere, and tie me up into a very uncomfortable position." 

At that point mother got a great big smile as she half chuckled to herself out loud. Julie, so intrigued in what she was hearing, took a few seconds to understand the humor, but when it became apparent, smiled along with her. 

"Well, then I was told to hold my arms straight up above my head as high as I could and keep them there. That done, I was told to spread my legs two feet apart, and remain like that. Then the questions starting coming. One after another. Was I a cop. A private detective. A reporter. Was I married. Did I have kids. Social diseases. Medical condition. Was I looking to get paid money. Where did I work. What were my usual hours. They kept coming and coming. My arms were starting to get stressed, but I kept them up as high as I could."

"And when she finally stopped, thinking I might be able to let my arms down, she told me not to move as she began to slowly walk around me. She looked me over very carefully from head to toe, but never touched me except for taking the Drivers License and money off my back. Arriving back by the bartender, who remained silent and expressionless the entire time, was given the twenty dollars while she held onto the license. After tucking the money into a pocket, the bartender bowed her head to the woman again saying 'Thank you Mistress'."

"I remember how my eyes opened wide only to see the woman come to stand directly in front of me."

"What fantasy are you looking to fulfill? Bondage, pain, or both as a slave?"

"Oh my God I thought to myself. This is for real! My brain spun around a few million times, then exposed my most innermost feelings to her. Somehow I knew that I wished this woman to fulfill my dreams; become my Mistress. Taking a deep breath while forcing my body again into as stretched and rigid position as I could get it, spoke as sincerely as I could."

"To be honest, at first I came to you for only bondage, but I know that I do desire pain a lot of times also. If being a slave is wanting both of those, then I would have to say that I desire to be a slave."

"I knew she was watching my eyes the entire time, then slowly walked around me one more time before stopping right in front of me again."

"Being a slave also requires absolute obedience to a Mistress. I would be your Mistress. I require absolute obedience. Are you prepared to accept any command I give you, or haven't you never thought about what that would mean.?"

"I have always fantasized obeying and accepting any command, being bondage or punishment, and would like to add that to me these are not a fantasy. They are very much a need I have.... Mistress."

"I recall the smile that appeared on her face, then after taking a glance at the bartender, looked me straight in the eye."

"Keeping your arms exactly as they are now, you will kneel down placing your knees exactly where your feet are now. You will remain completely motionless for thirty minutes. The bartender will lock the door on her way out so you will not be disturbed. After the thirty minutes are up, she will unlock the door and tell you the time is up. While she inserts some paper strips in your shoes, you will dress as quickly as you can and return to my table. There will be no temporary lowering of your arms or raising of your knees. Understand."

"Perhaps she did or didn't know just how wonderfully thrilled I was as I told her I understood and to call her Mistress again. It just felt so natural. As she turned and walked towards the door I heard her say 'Slave Lisa. 30 minutes!'. She exited while we both heard the bartender say 'Yes Mistress. I understand Mistress.' I knelt down on the cold tiles with my knees spread very wide as the bartender then left. I closed my eyes and smiled to myself."

"It really didn't seen all that long before the door was quietly opened just enough for Lisa to view me. After seeing that I was still in the required position, and sweating from the stress in my arms and pain in my knees, came all the way in. She told me to get dressed and return promptly to Mistress. As I dressed, she was peeling off the backs of 2 paper strips and sticking them inside my shoes. She was finished before I had my blouse buttoned and left. My arms ached, so I wasn't as speedy as I usually was." "

"I picked up my shoes after my skirt was fastened. Inside, from the heel to the toe, was a very rough type of grinding paper, almost like a fine gravel. I knew I was already leaking while I was kneeling because I could smell it, but when my fingers touched the gravel, I felt another fresh flow start to exit. I quickly put them on, straightened my hair a little, and walked to the side of the table. This time I didn't sit, but remained standing and silent. I knew then that having sore feet from wearing high heels was going to have a totally new meaning. "




Inherited Passions Ch. 05



Mother paused and they both laughed out loud, giving Julie a chance to say that she would love trying that sometime. Giving her daughter a wink, she said she would love doing that together with her, perhaps making it an all day shopping adventure. It would be fun watching each other squirm while trying to keep a straight face as the soles of our feet hurt like they're being caned. Then giving a sly smile towards Julie added that at times Mistress would cut ovals of the same stuff and stick it to the inside seats of tight fitting jeans. That way, if you sat down to relieve your feet a bit, your ass hurt like hell. They both again had a short laugh before Julie rose up.

"That sounds interesting to try..... Your Mistress sounds really neat, and very cleaver. Would you like a little warm coffee added to yours? It must be getting cold by now." 

"No. Thanks anyway. I've had just about enough coffee. But you must be hungry. You haven't eaten since yesterday morning. You spent the better part of the day and evening tied up, so I had a light supper."

"On, I guess you did have the time to. But I'm finding the story of your becoming a slave more interesting." she smirked. "But maybe I should make some scrambled eggs. My stomach does feel a little empty. Would you like some?"

"I guess I could have one for now, then maybe you'd like to go out for brunch early this afternoon. I mean, if your up to it."

Julie finished filling her cup, then said with concern. "Sure Mom, I'd enjoy that. But what about your back? Isn't that going to be a little hard on you?"

"So? What's the difference? Pebbled shoes or a whipped back?" mother shrugged her shoulders. "If your willing to do one, why not the other? Besides, you've got your sore boobs to put up with. And if you haven't figured it out yet, I actually enjoy going out in public while in torment. Haven't you ever thought about that?"

"No I haven't much, but....." she answered while thinking about the actual consequences. She had given some thought to it a few times, but never this seriously before. Becoming aroused about doing just that; especially with her mother, cupped her breasts with her hands. 

"Actually that sounds exciting! But my slightly sore boobs won't be anything compared to what I think you'll have to endure."

Mother thought for a moment. "I could fix you up in a nice tight fitting bra with things inside to make them hurt much more. But then? No, we better not. That will leave more marks. I'll be just fine. We'll do your outdoor tormenting another time."

Julie sat back down, placing her elbows on the table top to hold her head as she stared at her mother. This lasted for a number of seconds as her mother stared back with a sympatric smile. Then leaning back while crossing her arms, purposely irritating her sore breasts, Julie made her own suggestion.

"I would like to be in just as much pain and torment as you will be, so how about this?" Then crossing her legs as she felt her juices flowing again, continued.

"That Chastity Thong has intrigued me ever since you showed it to me. Is that a special something to you too? If not, I would like to wear it out for brunch. Maybe even keeping it on until tomorrow morning, when I'll have to take it off to go to school."

Mothers expression changed. In seriousness, she responded "No, the thong isn't as special to me as my collar, so I'm okay with that. But do understand that it's not just a painful torture. It's also a sexual torture, constantly stimulating you with no means to obtain climax until it's removed. Pain, constant stimulation, and complete denial. And if your like me, you can only cum while vigorously masturbating your pussy. Right?"

After Julie blushingly nodded in agreement, continued. "So it's far worse than just being in chastity. Or even a Chastity Belt with dildo. I've been there and done that. Sometimes for weeks. I've gone through training. You haven't! And sometimes Mistress would still not allow me climax until days or even weeks later. I just think you should get some more experience in standard bondage and denial first, or even self denial before wearing it."

Both women remained silent as Julie first imagined herself having to endure the tortures her mother had just described and smiled. Then lowering her head in defeat, perhaps a little logic would persuade her mother to allow her to wear it and looked back up at her mother. Getting up, she knelt down beside mother to place one hand on her mothers shoulder while using the other to ever so gently drift across mothers back. As her mothers back stiffened slightly as her fingers rode over the welts, Julie spoke. 

"Yesterday you asked me to whip you badly. I didn't want to because of the pain it would cause you, but you wanted it! So I did it. Today I'm asking you to make me suffer more than you think I can stand. If we go out for brunch today, let us both be in delightful torment together, just like a mother and daughter should share their pleasures together."

Mother turned her body to face Julie and placed her hands on her daughters shoulders. With a most sincere voice and expression, asked "Julie, I have to ask you something. And please be honest with me. Did you enjoy whipping me?"

Julie's eyes showed how she didn't want to admit to it, but being asked to be truthful, had to confess. "Yes mother, I came to enjoy it very much, but not at first. When I first took the whip in my hands, it really felt a surge of excitement come over me. But then, looking at your bare back, and knowing how badly this was going to hurt you, became very reluctant. Then, as you asked me to whip you harder and harder, I realized that's what you wanted. That's when the excitement and pleasure of knowing how much it hurt you, came to enjoy it more with each lash I gave you." She lowered her head, then looked back at her mother again with a solemn expression. "But only because you wanted it." she added as she reached up to gently take hold of her mothers hands.

"Then you have discovered that you like to inflict pain besides just receiving it. And as you may already know, so do I. What I put you through yesterday was a pure delight for me after so many years." mother smiled, then continued. "Now you ask me to lock you in a Chastity Thong that I know you have no idea of what you are asking for. And even though I've warmed you, you still desire the pain and torment that its design will inflict upon you."

Mother paused for a moment, squeezing her daughters hands several times before continuing. Julie remained frozen and silent on her knees. She had come to respect her mother for her understanding and experience more in the last day than during their entire life together. She understood her mother was trying to tell her something very important, and was not about to interrupt.

"Now, since you want the thong locked on you so badly, and it won't leave any marks that won't be very visible, I'll do that. And, I'll tell you right out, I'll truly enjoy knowing your suffering, but only because you want to! But at the same time, you do not know what I really desire at this time." 

Mother again paused, and by this time, was starting to show small tear droplets in her eyes.

"It has been way too many years since I have been subjected to a full day of bondage and torture. Or should I just say days of being kept in strict bondage. Tortured at any time day or night. Given food or water only when Mistress thought about it. Teased to the edge of orgasm countless times, but never allowed climax. Subjected to extreme pain while for herself or the enjoyment of others. And not just for punishment, but purely for her own pleasure of seeing me suffer while she sat in a recliner and sipped on a cool drink. In my heart I want to be a slave. To obey and endure all that is asked of me, without complaint."

Then taking both of Julie's hands and bringing them together to hold them all together as one, pleaded openly to her daughter,

"I need a Mistress very badly right now. I am in a very great need of total control, and a lot more pain right now too. Do you feel that you could be my Mistress? At least for a day or two?"  

Julie had listened to every word her mother had spoken, often associating herself with what her mother was now asking. It was the last few lines that caught her completely off guard. As her mother expressed her deepest thoughts and desires, she saw the sincerity in which the words were spoken. She knew there was only one reply that she wanted to give.

"Yes mother, I can try to be your Mistress, and I mean that. Honestly!" failing to hold back the smile of compassion and even closer union with her mother.

Leaning closer to Julie, and by voice and expression, asked "Then do this with me. I will secure you in the Chastity Thong before we leave for brunch. I would then like to be kept in bondage and tormented right here on the kitchen table until tomorrow morning. Longer if my Mistress desires. And the only time I will be let loose is for brunch. Then as soon as we return, tied up and tortured much more. You will be my Mistress. I will be your slave, I have no right to deny anything you wish to do to me.." she ended in a devilish smile. 

Julie knew she was absolutely serious about this, She lowered herself to rest her butt on her heels, never wavering her eyes from her mother except to take short glances at the kitchen table she was kneeling beside. 

"I'm very ready to take a lot more pain, and left for the night." mother added before Julie said anything. "Perhaps much longer if my Mistress would find it enjoyable. Besides, I don't have to go to school tomorrow. And since Mistress has come to enjoy using the whip, she may like to make my breasts be in much more pain than hers during brunch." mother grimed. 

After a few seconds Julie again turned her attention to the table. She had only ever thought of herself being a slave. Never a Mistress. Mother saw the questioning look on her face.

"From my experience, I can help you along in being my Mistress. And take it from me, I think you have the qualities of being both a Mistress as well as a good slave."

Julie cocked her head, slightly confused. "Can a person be both a slave and a Mistress?" 

"We just did that yesterday, didn't we? When I first discovered you, I was your Mistress, and left you suspended for awhile. When I asked to be whipped, you were my Mistress. When I tortured you again for the rest of the day, I was your Mistress. This morning, over coffee, we were mother and daughter. Now I am asking you to be my Mistress again.." 

Mother watched Julie thinking about what she just said for a few seconds, then decided to help make her daughter understand it a little better. As her daughter was lost in thought, she positioned her thumb nails and index fingers just right and painfully clamped them on Julie's nipples. Laughing at how her daughters expression of pain and surprise, pressed down even harder before releasing them. As Julie rubbed her sore nipples, mother leaned back.

"There! If you needed an excuse to become my Mistress, now you have one. I not only touched my Mistress without permission, but caused her great pain. Therefore I need to be punished. As your slave, I will have to endure. And as your slave, if you command me to place the Chastity thong on you, I will have to obey. How's that for helping you along in being my Mistress?" She smiled.

As Julie finally came to understand that she was now in control of her own mother, although completely new to this idea, felt compelled to play her part as Mistress as best she could. The only thing she really regretted was that she wasn't the slave to be tied and tortured. She smiled back, instantly becoming bold enough to start issuing commands. And why not! Her mother had asked her for this, so why not enjoy it!

"Mistress desires that her slave lock the Chastity Thong on her now."

"I shall obey your command, my Mistress. Does Mistress desire me to bring her the Chastity Thong?"

"Of course. That is your duty as a slave, isn't it!" she said as if common knowledge. "And while your at it, bring along any other items that slave knows Mistress will like to use while punishing her slave." she added as her naked mother rose up and walked out of the kitchen now with her hands clasped behind her back. 

Julie sat down and simply stared at the empty doorway. She felt out of place, yet it seemed so natural for her to be giving commands, even to her own mother. She began to gently massage her wet pussy as she waited for her slave to return. It was a good five minutes before her mother returned, and just in time. She was getting to a state of very high arousal, finding it hard to hold herself back from seriously rubbing her clit to orgasm. Immediately she removed her hands and wiped her wet fingers on her rump as she stood up again.

"I have the thong for my Mistress, as well as other items my Mistress may use for my torment. Of course Mistress may use whatever she desires on me. I am her slave. I do not have the privilege to ever complain about my tasks or torments my Mistress assigns or performs on me. And trying to be a good slave, whenever slave is in the house, must always have her wrist and ankle cuffs on for easy confinement unless Mistress directs me otherwise." 

By this time everything had been set down on the countertop, so knelt down with her hands behind her back. She had said what she did to her daughter in a kind of instructional tone. That was her intention. She knew she would have to teach her daughter many new things. The duties of a Mistress as well as a slave. This included the one duty that had been bothering her ever since she had seen her daughter's body stretched out so magnificently when she first discovered her. She decided to be nonchalant about it because it was a standard duty of a slave. She just wondered how Julie was going to accept it.

"Does Mistress desire for her slave to dry her very wet sex before the Chastity Thong encloses it?"

Julie already had the Chastity Thong in her hands inspecting it when she heard mothers question. This seemed a natural enough duty for a slave to perform, and didn't see any problem with her mother wiping her dripping wet pussy. She also knew how extremely sensitive it was down there right now. 

"My slave may dry me, but she is to be very gentle while doing it."

"Does Mistress desire me to use a soft cloth or my tongue?" mother asked as calmly as she could. 

Julie was just imaging how all those rubbery spikes were going to pressing against her entire sex, and especially her most sensitive areas. This question caused her to stop instantly, slowly turn, and look down at her kneeling mother. She wasn't exactly stunned, but close to it. Thoughts of her mother licking her sex had never crossed her mind. Then her mind flashed back to last night in the shower, and her mothers fingers using the washcloth on her chest and bottom. Once again her mind was filled with contradictory thoughts. Both last night and this morning when mother was inspecting for marks, she found it hard to control her pleasure from it. But for mother to use her tongue on her sex? She recalled other conversations,

She had heard her girlfriends and others talk about 'eating pussy'. Some talked so lowly about women who did that to other women, calling them bi-sexual or lesbians. Yet others said they found so much pleasure in it. That for a man to lick a woman's pussy was great, but having another women do it was even better. She thought back to her girlfriend Nancy, who in public had scoffed at the idea when talking to other girls, yet later approached her at a slumber party. She declined of course while removing Nancy's hand off her breast. She never mentioned the incident to her mother. Now she wished she had. Reluctantly, she knew she wanted to experience it, But still was so very unsure what to do. She needed some direction, badly.

"Did you dry the sex of your former Mistress with your tongue?" 

"Almost always, my Mistress. It is one of the main duties of a slave. It shows respect, obedience, devotion, and love towards her Mistress."

Mother had pre-organized her thoughts about how she was going to try to explain her bi-sexuality, and also try to see if her daughter was also so inclined. As for Julie, who had listened carefully to what her mother had said, realized that what she said was all true. And hearing that this was a normal interaction between a Mistress and her slave. Now feeling more confident that it wasn't just her own desires driving her to try this, she answered.

"My slave is to use her tongue to dry my sex." Julie spoke like there was no other choice, yet uncertain on what to expect. 

With a inner sigh of relief, mother began walking on her knees the few feet to face her daughters pussy while speaking.

"If Mistress wouldn't mind opening her legs some more, this slave will be better able to perform this service to her Mistress."

Julie rested her rump up against the edge of the countertop as she set the thong down. Spreading her legs several feet apart, she grabbed the countertop to either side to steady herself. Seeing her mothers face go between her legs, she closed her eyes and held on more firmly. She felt a warm tongue very softly and slowly begin working the upper third of her inner right thigh. It seemed a wet tongue was first used to remove dried areas, then a less wet tongue ran over it again before moving on. As the tongue worked its way across and up towards the folds of her slit, Julie was again experiencing more and more surges of pleasure envelope her entire body. She also felt fresh surges of love juices flowing from her vagina. 

Her entire body tensed as the tongue came closer to where the skin from her legs turned from being vertical to horizontal converging at her slit. Her hands began holding on to the edge of the countertop even tighter as her head arched backwards trying to contain her lust. She actually became so lost in her throbs of pleasure that she didn't even notice that licking had ended on her right side until the tongue began working in she same slow methodical manner up her left leg. 

Julie wondered if she was going to be able to hold back from having an orgasm, right if front of her mother. She even thought what her mother would think of her if she reached down and forced her mothers face even harder against her sex. Breathing more heavily now, she tried to think of anything but what her mothers tongue was doing to her. She kept feeling every small movement of the tongue upon her increasingly more sensitive areas. And as the very top of her left leg was reached, with knuckles white from holding on so tightly, she openly moaned as the tongue began its slow journey from the bottom of her pussy lips towards her clit. At the time, she was picturing herself in the most erotic fantasy she had ever imagined.

She was chained to a dungeon wall, arms and legs apart as they were. She was being kept nude but warm and nourished. Every day, every hand maiden in the Kings Court was to slowly drag her tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, but just once. To insure her sentence was carried out properly, a dungeon guard always stood watching. One minute was to pass before the next Maiden performed the same one lick act. Every four hours, each Maiden was to perform this on her. Day after day, for one full year, she was to be teased, but never allowed orgasm. 

Her sentence had designated by the Queen, who demanded her maidens remain in abstinence so they would always be ready and willing to service her. She had been discovered my the Queen while experiencing an orgasm from masturbation. So to set the example for the penalty involved to all the other Maidens, the Queen devised this torture, that for a woman, was almost worse than death.




Inherited Passions Ch. 05



In Julie's passion, she could almost feel the heavy iron shackles holding her in place as mothers tongue slid like a snail over the tiny tip of her now swollen and slightly protruding clit. Between the now rapid panting she had begun, and as the tongue was lifted and again touched her very bottom, didn't know if she could handle another such caress. Not being actually tied up, and her own control starting to fail badly, had to end this. 

"Stop!" was all Julie could manage to utter as her chest now heaved up and down. In the intensity of her passion, her torso was arched so far back that her head now rested against the cupboard doors.

From her training, mother instantly righted herself, scurried back on her knees several feet, then leaned forward to place her forehead on the floor while keeping her legs upright. This caused the skin on her back to stretch quit a bit, renewing more pain from the many lash marks and welts. Her hands till clasped together behind her back, she raised her arms slightly off her back. This 'Earned Punishment' position had been drilled into her many times over by her first Mistress.

"I am truly sorry that I have caused displeasure to my Mistress. This slave deserves the be punished most severely for her actions, my Mistress." mother said loudly to the floor. She was required to remain like this until told otherwise whenever she displeased her Mistress. And when she heard her daughter command her to stop, automatically reacted. So as she held her position, wanting so badly to look up and see what was happening with her daughter, she decided to follow her training and remain as she was. As she listened to hear something more said to her, she could only think of two reasons she had been ordered to stop.

The first was what she feared the most. That Julie had decided to have nothing to do with woman on woman sexual contact. That it was disgraceful and disgusting, and for the remainder of their life together would always feel embarrassed to even have suggested it. But also from her experience, sincerely hoped that it was because her daughter was having the most pleasurable experience ever. That Julie simply, unable to handle all the pleasure she was experiencing, just had to stop her for a few minutes. Or maybe she didn't want to climax right now. She could tell Julie was close to orgasm. She anxiously awaited to hear something from her daughter, but could only make out her rapid panting slowly diminishing.

Julie hadn't moved at all since the licking stopped, although sensations and craving still flooded her brain. Unaware and not concerned about anything else going around her right now, only catching her breath and subdue her passion concerned her most. She was covered in perspiration, standing on tiptoe, and unable to ease the death grip her hands had on the countertop. Even bringing herself back to an upright position didn't occur to her. For more than a minute she remained like this, then slowly got herself turned around to rest her elbows on the countertop. Calming down still a little more, turned to see her mother kneeling in a very strange position on the floor. She needed to sit down, so backed up to rest on her usual chair. She felt like she had just finished running the 1000 meter dash, while rubbing her clit the entire race. She looked at her mother and worriedly asked if she was alright.

"I am truly sorry that I have caused displeasure to my Mistress. This slave deserves the be punished most severely for her actions, my Mistress." mother repeated loudly to the floor figuring Julie had not heard her the first time.

"Oh dear mother. You don't know how wrong you are." shaking her head. They both remained still and silent for over a minute, with Julie feeling herself return much more almost to normal. Not understanding why mother had not changed position, she asked again if she was alright.

"I am truly sorry that I have caused displeasure to my Mistress. This slave deserves the be punished most severely for her actions, my Mistress."

Thinking about what to do next, Julie stood up. "Right now I need a mother to talk to. And I also need something to drink. May I have one of your beers mother?" she asked in somewhat of a frustrating tone while heading to the refrigerator. 

"Mistress does not need approval from a slave to enjoy a beverage of her choice." she heard from the floor. Julie stopped and looked down at the red striped and welted back of her naked mother, She also wondered why her arms were raised slightly above her back. It must be hard to keep them raised like that while figuring it was just so she won't be rubbing the welts underneath.

"Please mother. Will you please sit up and talk to me. I'm very confused right now, and do need to talk to you about things."

Hearing the verbal release from her trained position of Earned Punishment was a great mental and physical relief. Raising herself up from so far forward, as she was not allowed to rest her butt on her heels, even in this position, took some effort without the use of the arms. She looked up at her daughter as she straightened her back to the proper upright kneeling position. 

"I said I'm getting a beer. Would you like to split one?" Julie stood waiting.

"If I may remind my Mistress, a slave that is due punishment is not due any kind of nourishment until the punishment is completed. The only thing my Mistress allows me is to drink is my own urine or the Mistress's."

Julie had a hard time believing what she had just heard. She closed her eyes, opened them again, and then looked up towards the ceiling. Taking a deep breath, she returned to the chair and paced it right next to her mother. Sitting down, she crossed her legs, put her elbow on her knee, and rested her head in the palm of her hand. Staring straight at her mother, now had to confirm what she thought she heard.

"Are you telling me that the only thing you are allowed to eat or drink is your own pee, or that of your Mistress? I mean, is that how it was with your first Mistress?"

On this question, mother did have to blush a bit as she answered "Yes Mistress. If I was being punished, that was all I was allowed. If I was bound or under torture for just the pleasure of my Mistress, then I was allowed anything, that is, anytime she decided I needed something so she could continue with her torment. Those are the rules as given to me Mistress, and willingly accept them, my Mistress."

"Then you mean you did this because you were trained to do it. Not because you wanted to."

"Oh no Mistress. As a true slave, I am here to please my Mistress. And if I am told to drink urine, I do so in willing obedience, and not under any thoughts about punishment. If my Mistress is pleased, then it makes me happy inside That is what a slave lives for. To be allowed to drink the urine of her Mistress is a privilege, my Mistress. So it would be a privilege to be allowed to drink your urine if you so desire, my Mistress.?"

Julie rubbed her forehead, contemplating the intrigue and reality of drinking pee.

"But doesn't that make you sick? I mean physically, like throwing up?"

"Oh no, Mistress. Not at all. It is a symbol of devotion and servitude. And unless given nothing but urine to drink for days, the body just filters out the impurities. Most of urine is just water anyways. And it may smell bad, but really, most of the time there is hardly any taste to it all except for tasting slightly salty, my Mistress."

Julie shook her head in disbelief. She had heard more, experienced more, and envisioned more in the past twenty four hours than through her entire life. She gazed in awe at her nude mother, never dreaming of being called a Mistress and having a slave. And her own mother too, being a total slave to her own daughter. Offering to drink her pee. How many other daughters have a mother so experienced and dedicated to doing this. Now she had to see this to believe it.

She got up, took a beer from the fridge, and poured it in a mug. Then before sitting down, she took a large coffee mug from the cupboard and held it between her legs. Filling it with her own urine, offered it to her mother. Mother took the cup, drank the entire warm contents without comment, question, or pause, then said "Thank you Mistress." with a gratifying smile. 

"Now fill the cup with your own pee and drink it!" was all Julie said, surprisingly with more authority and pleasure.

Without hesitation, mother did just that. She about filled the cup with her urine after spreading her knees a little farther apart, then drank the entire contents in one continuous gulp. As she returned her hands behind her, again she thanked her Mistress."

Amazed at her servitude beyond bondage and pain, Julie decided to press it even further. So she asked if the container her mother had allowed her to pee in yesterday was still in the bedroom.

"Yes it is my Mistress. I did not empty it."

"Was that intentional, so you may drink it now?" Julie asked with absolution.

"No Mistress. It was not intentional, though it may appear to be. But I will drink it if my Mistress desires it of me." mother stated, feeling once again the happiness of being under the power of a Mistress, even if it wasn't her first Mistress.

"Then I will get it. You will remain as you are." was all Julie said as she rose and went to the bedroom where not a few hours ago she had languished in delightful bondage and pain. The container was on her mothers dresser. She held it up to her nose. She had a bazaar thought of trying a small sip, but the smell changed that idea. She returned to the kitchen and handed it to her mother. 

"Drink my cold pee as I sip this cold beer." she simply stated as she reached for the mug and raised it to her lips. Her mother did the same, and drank the entire contents in one gulp, and again thanked her Mistress.

Julie set the mug down on the table while never taking her eyes off of her mother. Watching her mother drink her old and cold urine, which she thought would be very discussing, was finding it very stimulating. And feeling the tingling in her pussy start to increase again, reminded her of the biggest question of all she needed an answer to. It was an intimate question, but needed to find out. 

"Where you and first Mistress lovers?"

Mother knew she had dropped enough hints that Julie would eventually figure this out, and was truthful in her answer. "Yes, we were lovers, Mistress. And if you mean did we sleep and have sex together? Yes we did, and very often my Mistress." 

It was the way that mother replied that Julie began to understand not only her mothers feelings from having sex with another woman, but her sincerity. She had made her statement to her daughter expressing embarrassment, reverence, and sadness. It was then, to be sure she understood her mothers answer, wanted to be sure. 

"Then you feel that it is all right for two women to make love together."

Mother smiled. "Most certainly, my Mistress. If their love for each other is so strong that they both desire to satisfy the other sexually, then why not my Mistress. No one has to know, and no baby will result. As I said before my Mistress, it is not the same as making love with a man, Does that make sense to you Mistress?"

Julie squirmed a bit, then took all her hair in her hands to form a pony tail behind her head, holding it there as she knelt down right in front of her mother. Their eyes locked together, and pulling back on her hair hard enough to cause pain, she was forcing herself to ask the most intimate of all questions between a parent and her daughter.

"And what if the two women happen to be a mother and daughter?"

Eye's still fixed together, reaching into each others soul, only mothers mouth moved as she spoke.

"That, my Mistress, would be the grandest love of all. A union of mind and body between a Mistress and her slave. And even more so if that kind of love existed between a daughter and her mother."

For a brief time they both remained still and silent. Mother did not even move her knees though they were beginning to ache badly from kneeling so long on the hard floor. Finally Julie let go of her hair. She had her mothers answer, and now was going to satisfy not only her only desire, but what it had become clear to her, also of her mothers. Their eyes still fixed to each other, Julie did not even look behind her as she raised herself up and sat back down in the chair sliding slightly forward. With her clit throbbing intensely, she opened her legs.

"Mistress needs her sex cleaned. There's most likely some drops of my pee mixed in with my fresh juices, but I'm sure that my slave will not be bothered by that. But do a proper cleaning with only one lick. That is all Mistress is allowing..... For right now that is.... Mistress is close to climax, but does not wish to have one yet. Do you understand me slave?"

Mother's broad smile and sparkling eyes was all Julie needed for an answer, but mother felt different. Taking the few needed knee steps forward, she spoke before continuing.

"My Mistress. This slave will always be very grateful if she is allowed to service her Mistress in any way she can with her tongue. For cleaning.... or other purposes."

Understanding each other more than ever, mother very gently and expertly placed her head between her daughters legs. Sensing the stiffening of her daughters legs as she slowly extended her tongue to its maximum and drew it up her slit, she was cautious not to apply too much pressure, especially when she reached the still extended clit. Reaching this, mother slowly returned to her upright position. Leaving her legs open, opened her now closed eyes and looked down at her mother. Her slave.

'Is it proper for a Mistress to reward her slave?"

"To please her Mistress is all the reward a slave needs, but Mistress is free to do as she pleases with her slave."

Leaning forward in the chair, Julie placed a gentle kiss on her mothers forehead after saying "Thank you slave. That was exactly what I desired."

"Thank you my Mistress, but it is my duty to please my Mistress as best I can."

"Then I think it is time for slave to place the Chastity Thong on Mistress. She not only desires it at this time, but feels a great need for it be locked into position as tightly as slave can fasten it."

"Yes my Mistress....." mother spoke as they both stood up. "As tightly as I can, my Mistress."

(to be continued)



Inherited Passions Ch. 06



"If Mistress wouldn't mind, for the best results, she should spread her legs very far apart so the dimples come in contact with the proper sensitive areas. That is, if Mistress immediately desires its full effects."

Knowing she should really listen to the earlier advice of her mother, spread her legs much wider. She was so damn horny at this time, but had such a strong feeling inside her to endure its torment, she really couldn't wait until the thong was secured in place. The few dreams of being held in denial of an orgasm while constantly stimulated almost to insanity, was too inviting to ignore. Last night while tied and tortured, and later in the shower and morning inspection, was just a short version of what she knew she was going to experience now.

"Using both hands Mistress, when it is into position, wiggle it around to work the nibs into touching all your delicate parts Mistress. You'll feel it when they're in the right locations Mistress, then press it very hard into your body Mistress. Then, if Mistress would inform me, I will secure the chains as quickly and tightly as I can to please the Mistress."

Julie did as she was advised after the thong was passed to her. Working it into position, she herself was quickly leaning forward just as her mother did when it was being positioned, complete with the slight moaning as the nips fell into place. As she pressed it even harder into her sex, in between her gasps she managed to signal mother she was ready to be locked in. Mother quickly had the waist chains tightened and secured around the slight indentation at hip level, then pulled the crotch chain up with significant force. And as it was jerked several more times to make it even tighter, Julie found herself leaning even more forward and grunting much louder now. Finally the jerking stopped to only feel all three chains being locked first with the padlock, then the bicycle lock.

Julie remained slightly bent forward while trying to deal with the incredible amount of sensations the thong created for a good number of seconds. Finally she regained her composure and stood upright again, turning to face her mother with a very astonished expression. Still cupping her Chastity Thong, her mother was finding it extremely hard holding back from laughing out loud at Julie's reaction as she looked up at her. She was back in her kneeling position, as a good slave should be, watching her daughter learning to cope with her new stimulant for a while longer before speaking.

"How long did you say you've had to wear this?" Julie finally asked as an utterly amazed question.

Still needing to hold back her laughter, mother was able to answer in a monotone voice "One full week my Mistress."

Julie finally removed her hands as she again leaned forward some to gaze down at the shinny thong plate encasing her sex. Her desired torment.

"A whole week? Even while sleeping?"

"Yes Mistress. Seven continuous days without being removed, my Mistress."

Julie looked at her mother, then went and sat down in the chair. Running her fingers over the face of the thong, while visually inspecting it, it was perfectly formed to fit that portion of her her body. Thinking just then how its design didn't hinder her sitting down with it on, tried crossing her legs both ways. Not feeling any pinching at all, had to comment.

"I can see how it does allow movement, but to keep it on for a whole week! You certainly have a lot of fortitude mother." she smiled before taking a drink of her beer.

Mother returned the same, but then lowered her head a bit. "I didn't have a choice Mistress. I was being punished by my Mistress and had to endure, my Mistress."

"Ohhhh.... I see! So tell me how that came about while I get a little more acquainted with a new friend of mine." she winked while again rubbing the thong plate.

"Well Mistress, it was my former Mistress's birthday, and being a Saturday, Mistress had all four of us slaves over to celebrate with her. She said that because all of us had been such good slaves over the past year, for our reward our restrictions on speaking, eating, drinking, use of house furniture, including the pool and hot tub, were lifted for the day. She had champagne for us, and sent slave Mary to pick up prepared food from a caterer she had ordered. Once she returned, we set everything out and told we could party until 6 AM..  

It was such a change for all of us to be able to act just like good friends, including Mistress. We really enjoyed the entire day after we got out of not having to behave under the normal rules of the house. By late evening everyone was pretty worn out and had fallen asleep when one slave...... oh, you remember what I said before about the bartender, Lisa?"

"Yes. Yes I do." Julie replied as she wiggled her bottom on the chair seat while still trying to get used to the constant stimulation engulfing her entire crotch.

"Well, she asked me if I would like to take another quick dip in the hot tub before we went to sleep. Of course I said I would, since I had taken a liking to her every since the restaurant bathroom meeting. We got along together very well, and after we had settled in the tub, she moved so our bodies touched. When she said she had fallen in love with me when I first stood naked before her in the bathroom, well, to put it frankly, soon we were both very much physically involved to say the least. It may have been a combination of things. The booze. The hot water. The temporary freedom. But it happened."

Julie became engrossed as she listened more and more intently to the events of that day. She was finding it fascinating while picturing first her own mother doing this, and then with even more curiosity, placing herself in the same situation.

"Unfortunately, although I must confess that I believe it made me even a better slave after that, I felt myself being pulled out of the tub by my hair. Then I saw that we both were being pulled up by our hair, and our Mistress's own hands. I'll never forget those words either."

"I thought I heard the hot tub being turned on, and I see that it's more than the tub that's getting hot and turned on. Now both of you take the Endurance Kneeling position." 

"We both knew we had violated the strictest of rules, and without looking at each other, got out of the tub and went down on our knees. Spreading our knees apart as wide as possible on the concrete patio, we raised our arms straight up above us and bowed our heads. Mistress disappeared, and as time passed I felt sorry for Lisa, and I'm sure she felt the same for me. At last Mistress returned with her other two slaves."

"That's when my, or I should say, our chastity ordeal began. But it wasn't with the thong right away. Mistress said that she had let slaves Colleen and Mary sleep another hour before waking them up. She said that she was sure we two wouldn't mind waiting while they napped, adding that she hoped we had cooled down a little now from our bodies being wet. The three of them laughed. We did cool down, and our bodies were still wet, but now from our perspiration. Lastly, she instructed the other two on how to tie us up until 6 PM tomorrow, also adding that if they did a good strict job on us, their freedom would be extended the same amount of time during our initial punishment."

Seeing that her daughters beer mug was getting emptier while taking sips during her story, and her knees hurting, thought this a good time to perhaps take a short break from her servitude.

"Mistress. I see that your beer is almost gone. Would Mistress like her slave to fill her glass with some cold beer?" in kind of a suggestive way.

"Why yes moth..., I mean slave. Good idea. I think I'm going to need it." she answered sincerely as she pressed her hand more firmly against the thong's shield. Grateful she was allowed to move, mother rose and filled her daughters mug with a cold can from the refrigerator before resuming her kneeling position. Not that she didn't mind enduring what it was her duty to, but the short break felt good. As she again clasped her hands behind her, her daughter looked at her in awe.

"A whole seven days with this on, and never allowed to climax?"

"Yes Mistress. And that's not the worst part of it, if Mistress would like me to continue." With an more than agreeing nod from Julie, she did.

"We were led into the living room, which by the way, each corner had a secure hook in the ceiling. In the middle of the living room, we were told to stand face to face with our hands above us. And as pieces of that gravel sandpaper were placed so that we would each feel it pressing into our bodies, we were strapped very tightly together, The sandpaper was put between our breasts as they were smashed together, our stomachs, our love mounds, and our thighs. Our heads were strapped together ear to ear, and because our feet would be on top of each other, they were twisted and duct taped together. Being finally pushed together, heel to heel and big toe to big toe, they were taped from toe to ankle. And Mistress, I must say that hurt, but we found out its possible. So anyways, using a stool, our hair was braided together as one, and with a rope woven in also. Wrist cuffs were placed on us, then straps added just above and below our knees. 

Then the extended bondage tub, as it was called, was brought out and placed under a corner hook beside the television. It was a little over two feet round and made of heavy plastic with low sides. It was only used when one was going to be left bound for a long time. We were extremely rigid at the time, and they picked us up as one and stood us in the tub. Our hair rope was tied tightly to the hook, then our arms chained to the hook also, but allowed about 6"slack as I recall. Mistress then told us we could make love to each other as much as we wanted. Then telling slaves Colleen and Mary how they had done such a wonderful job on us, that after they turn out all the lights, they both could sleep with her tonight. And that they were allowed to make love together if they asked first, but only as long as Mistress was to be involved with their pleasure. That's when she made me, and I'm sure Lisa also, feel very bad what we had done. She was letting us know what a mistake we had made as the other two went around the house. She said...." 

"Slaves Lisa and Ann. All of you have served me very well over the past year, so I decided you all deserved a reward. I temporarily released all of you today from most of the vows we now share in life. But you both knew that the vow of abstinence is absolute, and abused the privileges I bestowed upon you today. I was happy to see how all of you enjoyed themselves today, but you two took some of my own enjoyment away from me. If you had asked permission, I would have joined you in the hot tub. But now you must pay the penalty. I haven't decided what it will all involve yet, but you know it will not be pleasant. This is only the beginning of your punishment."

"You see Mistress, my former Mistress was very strict, and the taking of vows by any of her slaves was a most serious matter. That was made very clear to us before we took them. So that is why I felt so guilty about displeasing Mistress, and was ready to accept any form of punishment she felt necessary. So I hope this explains to you, my new Mistress, that I serve you from my heart. That I willingly accept anything Mistress desires of me, just as long as Mistress enjoys my servitude."

With the pause, Julie's voice was just as sincere as her mothers had become.

"Yes mother. My slave." she answered as a slight smile came to her face. "I guess I better get used to saying that, but I do understand. Perhaps more than you think. I too have always felt an inner happiness obeying you and dad as I grew up. And as I did, when I starting hearing how all the other kids just hated being told by their parents what they could and couldn't do, I never really understood it until now. Well, really, I guess sometime yesterday when you started telling me about your being a slave for real, and how much you truly enjoyed it, that is how I feel it also. The pleasure side of it, like when you licked me," Julie blushed, "and acceptance of pain and punishments." Then looking down and pointing at the Chastity thong, "And so is this when Mistress put the Chastity Thong on you for a whole week.... After you were untied the next afternoon?"

"On no Mistress. It was weeks after that!"

Julie coked her head sideways, not quite understanding. Mother figured she better continue.

"You see Mistress, not only did Lisa and I spend a horrific night together, but it got worse during the day on Sunday. Mistress told slaves Colleen and Mary they were free to torture us with anything in the house as long as they didn't draw blood. Well, Mistress had a house full of nice toys, and by 6 PM, EVERYTHING had been used on us. So not only did we have to endure being held up by our hair, we were unable to move at all as the gravel remained pressed into our chests, stomach, love mounds, and thighs. And our feet, twisted as they were, hurt bad. This was a constant the entire time, while Colleen and Mary, about every half hour or so, giggled as they added to our suffering. We were whipped, spanked, paddled, caned, teased, poked, clipped, tickled, and..... Well, EVERYTHING.. So as they sat and watched movies in the living room with Mistress, we were the side show being strung up right next to the TV.

"And of course I told you the punishment rule, when they all got up in the morning, Mistress had them all pee in containers. Then getting straws since we could not move our heads at all, brought it over and was offered to us for refreshment. I could have used some, but Mistress had instructed them different. Just as the liquid was coming up the straw, they quickly lowed the containers and dumped it over our heads in unison. So I only got a drop, as I'm sure Lisa did also. So besides our love juices flowing down the inside of our legs, being washed away on occasion when one of us pee'd, now it was running down our entire body. So for the remainder of the day, when any of them had to pee, it ended up on us. We both were finally allowed to drink urine sometime in the afternoon,, but that was the only time until we were released."

"By the time we were let down, we both were completely exhausted and quite out of it. I know I blacked out a couple times, and feeling my hair take on an additional load some times, I think Lisa passed out also a few times. But we were eventually untied from the ceiling and more or less dragged by our arms out to the back patio. After we were hosed off, all of our bindings were taken off, and when the tape was cut from our feet. Oh my God! That hurt as they returned to their natural position. I remember we were then each rolled onto a beach towel laid out on the concrete, and covered with another beach towel. Because I think it was kind of cool that day, we were told we could sleep until midnight after we were given some water to drink. I closed my eyes, at least I think I did, and that was it. I was out. When we were....."

"Oh my God mother....." Julie interjected as she sat with a stare of almost complete astonishment at her mother. "You endured all that, and yet remember what happened?" she questioned as she took both hands and forcibly brushed her hair back. "I have a hard time remembering the last hours of my own torture from last night!"

"Yes Mistress. I do remember, as best as I can. But also remember Mistress, that by then, I was very used to pain. And so, a lot more capable of enduring it without becoming, well....? Let's say not having it take over my awareness of what was happening."

Julie thought for a moment, then asked "You mean like a runner, or boxer." Then looking back down at the Chastity Belt that cupped her sex, "Or like wearing this Chastity Belt. Yesterday I know you had it on for several hours. But as I recall, didn't interfere with what you wanted to do. At least that's how it seemed to me." 

"Yes Mistress. When one gets used to dealing with something, like pain or stimulation, then you learn to kind of ignore it, even though you are aware of it. Does that help my Mistress to understand it better?"

Both remained silent for almost a minute. Julie was thinking about what her mother had said. Mother was thinking about much more. Foremost was if she was teaching her daughter how to deal with life, and accept its responsibilities. Her concern for her daughters future was, and always had been, her highest priority. The second was, if her daughter had both dominant and submissive tendencies, that she understand that being strict was necessary to a slave, and how to deal with it while being a slave. Wanting to finish the Chastity Thong story so she could be tied up, continued.

"When we were awoken at midnight, Mistress stood before us. Beside her were slaves Colleen and Mary, both holding a chastity belt in one hand, and medium sized dildo in the other. We both were still very tired, and very wet inside from our ordeal, so the dildo slid in easily. After the belts were placed on us, tightened and locked, all of us were told to dress to go home. When assembled to be released until next weekend, Mistress said slaves Lisa and I would have the belts on for four continuous weeks, and not removed for anything. Not even our periods. And for our regular weekend servitude, we would remain bound, teased at will, and perform sexual service as commanded. Then told we could go, I went home, cried, and then slept."

"The next morning I made it to work on time, but was still very tired. I wore a loose dress to hide my belt, and sitting at my desk all day, the dildo didn't bother me too much, and my sore feet just ached. At times I wanted to rub my very sore boobs and love mound, but couldn't do that in public either."

"Later in the day I thought about poor Lisa. She got to sleep in since she worked the 4:00to 1:00 am shift weekdays as bartender at the restaurant. But once there, she would be standing or walking around with sore feet while her movements would be working on the inside of her vagina and sore boobs rubbing against her tight t-shirt. That was one of her requirements to work there. No bra and tight jeans or shorts to attract customers. She told me later the jeans hid the belt pretty well and didn't tuck in the t-shirts so the belts tight waist band didn't show. I know her sexual torments must have been far worse than what I was going thought. I even thought about asking Mistress if she would enjoy extending my torment another month if slave Lisa could have her dildo removed. But then again, it is our duty to endure what Mistress wishes us to endure. We both were vowed slaves, and that was our duty."

"It was the beginning of the third weekend of our punishment that Mistress had us both bound standing and tightly spread-eagled. She then removed our belts and dildo's without giving a reason. I felt like I was losing a companion, but remained silent, as did Lisa. We were teased at times, but still never brought to orgasm. We serviced the others as commanded, and we were given fresh urine to drink at times. It was early Sunday evening when Mistress again had us bound standing spreading spread-eagled that Mistress approached us carrying a Chastity Thong in each hand. We were being teased at the time by the other two slaves, and handing the thongs to them, began walking around us while rubbing our bodies with her hands. This is when she explained what our final week of punishment would be."

"Shortly after I placed my only two chastity belts on you two, I called up my supplier in the U.K. to order two more. Just in case you understand, when we got to talking. He had come up with an idea of a chastity device that would not be as bulky as a belt. More like a thong design. It was when I suggested that there could be two designs, a standard and torturous one, that immediately he began to ask me how I would design it. Well disobedient slaves, you two are going to be the first to test the Chastity Thong designed to torment as well as keep you in constant stimulation, yet strict chastity. They were in the same box as my two additional chastity belts, and immediately thought of how you would spend their last week of torment." 




Inherited Passions Ch. 06



"We both reacted in much the same way as you did Mistress, but we were bound and not able to touch it, although I very much wanted to. We were kept tied until later, and when all of us slaves were ready to go home, Mistress made it clear that if we found any problems with the Chastity Thong's, other than the torment, we should call her immediately. When I got home, I striped and couldn't stop from rubbing my hand over the protective plate just as you are now Mistress. The constant torment and pleasure kept me awake half the night. And in the morning, I found how much easier it was to hide under clothing. Oh God, I wanted to masturbate so bad..... So after repeating my vows aloud that I had made to my Mistress, I set off to work. I would endure this final week of Hell, and proudly kneel in front of her next Friday evening showing my pride in my allegiance to always obey and please her."

"That next Friday evening, at exactly 7:00 o'clock as always, all four of us slaves were kneeling in a half circle in front of the Mistress's favorite recliner as required. We were all naked except for our leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and Lisa and I in our Chastity Thongs. Mistress then had the queen sized air mattress brought out to the middle of the living room, In full view, we were told to make mad passionate love to each other, but with our thongs on. We did this for an hour, with both of us leaking juices very badly. We were a real mess when Mistress came to stand beside us. Told to assume the Endurance Kneeling position, She then asked if we would this time like to ask permission to have sex with each other. We both asked simultaneously. Then with an reassuring and devilish smile, said she would let us know in an hour or two of her decision. I knew then I was going to retain this position no matter how much it hurt."

"After about an hour and a half, Mistress again stepped in front of us. After reminding us all again of our vow of abstinence, allowed orgasm only with her permission, she had slave Colleen and Mary remove our juice drenched thongs. It was then we heard her wonderful words. We had one hour to make love together on the air mattress. Just the two of us, while the other two serviced her. Then all four of us slaves would have one hour of an unrestricted orgy, allowed as many organisms as we desired. Needless to say Mistress, after that, very few of us moved at all until the next morning, unless we went to pee."

"So Mistress, that is the story behind the Chastity Thong which you are now wearing. My former Mistress gave it to me as present, along with the collar, when she released me from my vows to get married. So it is something special to me also, but not as much as my collar. And the thong was worn at times by the other slaves for short periods, but mostly not longer than a day. Lisa and I were the only ones to be taught a long lesson that I know of. And did we ever learn a lesson.. We even cried together while we made love together on the air mattress by just ourselves from being so stupid. And I think also, for making it through one of the worst punishment periods I know I have ever endured, and I'm sure Lisa has also. My Mistress." she added out of training.

"Now, if Mistress will allow me, slave would like to clean the mess she is making on the floor under her, before slave is placed in bondage for punishment, my Mistress."

It took Julie several moments before she realized what her mother had asked her, then looked down at her mothers dripping pussy. During their entire life together, mother had never let out any clue of how total a slave she had really been once. So, once saying "Yes. Yes, of course." saw her mother get down on hands and knees and begin licking the floor clear. She in turn, got up and went to the refrigerator. She had finished the second beer already, and was very ready for another one, but figured it would be too many and was too early. Besides, she wanted to move around a little bit since the thong was already doing a job on her pussy. As she made herself a glass of ice water, thinking she should have had your slave get it, saw her mother move over to clean another spot near the refrigerator. That must have happened when slave got her the second beer. 

"Assume the Endurance Kneeling position while Mistress thinks of how to punish her slave." was all Julie said as she sat back down. But that wasn't the real reason. And as her mother quickly took up the position, and seeing her smile before lowering her head, knew her mother was again enjoying her slavery and went back to her previous thoughts. 

Images of her being kept in a chastity belt for weeks not only sounded exciting, but having a dildo locked inside her at the same time was entirely new to her. She was still a virgin, only just fingering the entrance to her vagina during masturbation. Oh, she knew all about men and their cocks. Some other girls even had photo's of naked men with erections printed off the Internet, and passed them around for all to see. Several even confessed how much they liked to "fuck" or "screw" as they called it. And there were a couple boys who she did enjoy being with, but always turned down any advances they made towards her. She was obeying her mother, and proud of it. But the thought of having a dildo locked inside her for days, weeks, whatever, was becoming a new passion. Then, being teased at the same time...... She had to ask.

"While you were being punished with the chastity belt and dildo, when you were being teased on the weekends, did the other slaves lick you like you licked me?"

"Yes Mistress, we were. It is only done for a few licks, my Mistress. And only once in a while, my Mistress. Only enough to tease us Mistress." mother answered without raising her head.

Closing her eyes, Julie thought back to when her mothers tongue had just brought so much pleasure, and the dungeon fantasy she experienced. Then she thought of her mother and Lisa on the mattress, and what must have taken place. Then four girls, all pleasing each other. She wondered how it would feel to lick a woman's pussy and clit. Her hands began rubbing her thong plate harder. Feeling her love juices squeezing out from under it, she now tried wiggling the plate to bring herself to orgasm, but it didn't move. She wanted to cum so bad, but all she was doing was causing herself more pain and stimulation. Unfortunately, not enough to bring her to climax. She stopped, frustrated. Her mother had warned her. She smiled. If mother could stand it, she could also. She brought her arms to her sides as she stood up, 

"The sides of my legs are wet from my juices. Dry them, then prepare the table for your punishment."

"Yes Mistress" mother answered in a delighted fashion as she knee walked over to her Mistress and performed her task. Julie, with her legs wide apart, was able to cope with the pleasure sensations much better this time. She knew what to expect, and it wasn't that close to her sex. She then stepped aside as she picked up her glass of water and watched mother get up to clear the table. Picking up six lengths of rope and tossing them on the top of the table, began tying one end to the top of each table leg. Julie had no idea of where mother had gotten them from. They were not her ropes, and all those were not from mothers overnight case. She just figured she would eventually find out, and let it go at that. When mother had finished tying the last two ropes to the center of each leg of where she normally sat, she placed her butt up on the table on the same end. Scooting back until the backs of her knees were several inches from the edge, spread her legs and turned to Julie.

"Mistress, this slave believes Mistress will enjoy the suffering of her slave when the knees are tied as wide apart as possible by the top ropes, then her ankles are attached directly to the table legs with the center ropes. Then the Mistress can take great enjoyment in pulling her arms as tight as possible to the opposite end of the table, my Mistress. Slave will then be ready to willingly endure her punishment."

Julie picked up on how mother was instructing her, saying nothing as she passed the rope around each knee only once before pulling it very tight before tying it off. She was amazed to see how wide her mother was able to spread her legs. While tying the ankles, she gazed at her mothers sopping wet pussy. Much of the inside of her pussy lips were visible, glistening from the sunlight coming through the window. She wondered! Moving on to the other end of the table as mother eased her back down on the table, she saw her body tensing as her welts came in contact with the cold table top. Once all the way back, she raised her arms above her head for Julie to secure them. Turning her head to see that Julie was just going to tie a rope to each D-ring on a cuff, respectfully made a suggestion. Nodding in respect to her mothers experience, threaded the rope through the D-ring so it would act like a pulley, and was able to put much more tension on the arms before tying them off back at the table leg. 

Moving to stand at the side of the table, she came to realize even a deeper beauty for her mother as she gazed down upon her naked slave. She placed one hand on her mothers flattened belly, and the other upon the side of her face.

"Do I have a happy slave?"

"You have a VERY happy slave Mistress. A very, very happy slave." she replied as your eyes sparkled with delight, and also from the slight tears of joy she was unable to hold back. 

"Slave has a very happy Mistress!" Julie shared as she began to gently move both hands in small circles.

"If it would make Mistress even happier, slave is very nicely secured to receive a good flogging on her breasts, Mistress. After all, slave hurt the breasts of her Mistress without permission, so slaves breasts should be made to hurt much worse, Mistress. Very much more."

They exchanged smiles before Julie turned back to the countertop. Now beginning to think more like a Mistress, and also what she would desire done to her if she was the one to be tortured, picked up the blindfold. After that was secured, she looked over at the items mother had brought out. She looked at the clock. It was a little after 11:00. If she let her mother tied for about two hours, that would be a good time for them to go out for brunch. Her mother wanted to go out with very sore boobs. She picked up the Cat. That would be good enough for now, then just leave her enjoy her pain until it was time to go. After returning home, they would have lots of time to do much more. She turned towards her mother and took aim.

Bringing it down sharply on the underside of her right breast, Julie has going to torture her breasts just as her mother had done to her only yesterday. Staying clear of her nipples, this first lash only brought a slight jerk from her, and no moan. She brought it down much harder in the same spot on her left breast. There, that was better, but still wanted to enjoy hearing the same moans as when she whipped her mothers back yesterday. Quickly she struck her much harder, and in the same two places. Now Julie understood. Mother wanted it just as hard on her more delicate front as on her back. She was straining very hard on her arm ropes and her head turned, definitely moaning just as loud as yesterday. She was enjoying it. Mother was enjoying it. So un-rhythmically, she worked her way around. Working between top and bottom, right and left sides, Julie finally stopped as her mothers breasts were two bright red and welted rings with very erect nipples looking like a bulls eye. She was panting heavily, moaning each time she exhaled.

She didn't know how many lashes she had given mother, then recalled yesterday. It was mother who had counted, and also thanking her after each lash! Why didn't mother do that today. As she set the Cat down on the countertop, an idea came to her. Turing around, she looked at how perspiration had added to the beauty of her mother, and moving by her knees, saw how her cunt had a tiny stream of juices now forming a pool on the table. For just a moment, again she wondered how it would feel for her tongue to touch the sex of her mother. Moving to her side, she cupped mothers left breast and squeezed it slightly. After mother had finished moaning more loudly, Julie spoke in a scornful tone.

"It seems like slave will have to do this all over again after brunch. Slave forgot to count and thank Mistress for each lash, didn't she?"

Mother managed to form a slight smile during her panting, then spoke. "Yes Mistress. Slave was so overcome with joy that she forgot her duties, and deserves punishment for that also, My Mistress."

Julie gave her mothers breast another quick squeeze, then picked up her glass of water and went into the living room. Her mind badly needed a break. She literally plunked herself down on the couch, causing the bottom of the thong, and the chain running up her ass crack, to bring her attention back to her own present torment. Slouching slightly backwards, she looked at the beautiful shiny plate that covered her sex, and just rested both hands upon it. Everything was happening so fast. And it all seemed so natural. So correct. 

She looked at her red and sore breasts. She wanted to be the one tied and tortured. Her mother wanted to be tied and tortured. She wanted to be whipped. She enjoyed being whipped. Her mother wanted to be whipped. She enjoyed whipping her mother. Her mother enjoyed whipping her. She had enjoyed being licked by her mother, almost to the point of having an orgasm. She wanted her mother to lick her more, and this time to orgasm. Her mother enjoyed licking her. Now she wanted to lick her mothers sex. She looked forward to licking her mothers sex. She wanted mother to experience the pleasure of an orgasm brought on by her licking. She had found that her mother wanted to make love to her. She found that she wanted to make love to her mother. She rested her head against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. Feeling completely drained, she let her body drift into a state of total relaxation. Her hands resting gently and comfortingly on the cover of her Chastity Thong, she fell asleep.

(to be continued)



Inherited Passions Ch. 07



Julie awoke slowly. Her eyes barely open, she looked at her crotch as it was both hurting and lusting at the same time. Her legs were now spread wide, and her hands still rested on the face plate of the Chastity Thong. That must have been what had woken her from her needed rest. So badly she wanted to masturbate, or at least rub her crotch, but that was impossible. She was enjoying this constant torment, but it would be so much better if she was tied and forced to endure it. She opened her eyes some more to look at the time. It was now shortly after 1:00. Her mind shifted from her own immediate desires to wonder how her mother was doing. 

Julie thought back to just a few hours ago, when looking down at her mother stretched tautly on the table top before she went to sit in the living room, just how much different their lives would be from now on. The love and caring was still there, just as it had always been, but now both knew of their mutual desires for bondage, torment, and sharing sexual pleasure. She remembered the rush of passion she felt pulling on the ropes to spread her mothers legs even wider apart, or pull her arms more taut. The enjoyment from whipping her mothers breasts, then viewing mothers vividly exposed and dripping sex. Julie cupped her hands together between her thighs and squeezed her legs tightly together. Her own arousal increased even more. But reminding herself of her own commitment to endure the Chastity Thong until at least this evening, she forced her arms to her sides and took several deep breaths. Finally she leaned forward to take a drink of her water and had to pee. She got up and made her way to the kitchen. Her mother lay quietly on the table. Apparently being barefoot, she hadn't made any noise to announce her entering the room. She surveyed her mothers body. It was still as beautiful as ever. Her shaved pussy remained dripping wet. Staring both at it and her red streaked and welted breasts for more than a minute, she collected herself and spoke.

"Is slave ready to go out for brunch?"

Mother straightened her head as her eyes crept open. She was enjoying a delightful nap, awakened by her daughters voice.

"Yes Mistress. If Mistress desires her slave to join her." she finally answered after bringing herself back to her present and pleasant situation.

With a stroke of boldness and curiosity, now feeling much more at ease sexually, she stepped between her mothers spread legs. Looking at mothers bare and wet insides of her pussy lips curing down into her vagina entrance, placed her hands close to her mothers sex. Wetting her thumbs first with mothers own juices as a lubricant, slowly begin gently stroking both pussy lips. As mothers body tensed in unison with an expression of sexual anticipation, Julie relished in the delight of sexually teasing her mother. She had come to realize, and finally give in to, her most inner desires. She loved doing this, and while teasing her mother for almost a minute, organized what she would express to her mother.

"Your Mistress is very tormented right now by this Chastity Thong. So if her slave desires to go with her to go out for brunch, wishes her slave to be sexually tormented also. Does her slave have a dildo and Chastity Belt in her collection she can wear for Mistress?"

Between waves of pleasure, mother spoke in short bursts to reply to her Mistress.

"Slave does have a dildo, my Mistress...... But slave is sorry to say....... That she does not have a........ a Chastity Belt. I'm very sorry....... very sorry my Mistress."

Julie, somewhat disappointed, stopped stroking her mothers pussy lips. She had envisioned she and her mother going out, both in physical and sexual torment. Not only would she herself enjoy the experience, but she knew by now that mother would also enjoy it. What an idea. Each enjoying their own torment as well as the others. The whole idea was very exciting to Julie. Letting go of her mothers thighs, Julie moved to sit down beside the table. Well trying to think of a solution, mother spoke after she had settled down a bit.

"Mistress. If slave is permitted to suggest an alternative, slave could be subjected to a very tight crotch roping in order to keep a dildo inside her. Slave would also then be in great sexual torment, just as my Mistress is."

Thinking back to the crotch rope she had just first experienced yesterday, that was extremely sexual all right. However, if it was pulled really tight, pressing hard against the clitoris and vagina entrance, those most sensitive areas would be tormented. It would be like the thong she was wearing right now, and maybe even worse. So if it wasn't pulled that tight, just enough to hold in a dildo, then it would be much more similar to effects of the thong. Just thinking about what this would make her mothers sex endure had her again massaging the cover plate of her thong as more thoughts crossed her mind.

She had always thought slavery to be enduring long hours in bondage and being tortured. That was just fine with her. That was what she craved. As for the sexual torments, that would be part of it also, at least ever so often. But from mothers confessions and actions, many new concepts of what slavery really meant were coming to light. Sitting, with her mother stretched out beside her, she not only wanted to learn more, but experience more. She sought answers to so many new urges that were growing inside of her. Looking over the beautiful female body laying totally exposed in front of her, she felt very comfortable about what she was about to ask her mother.

"When you were tied up by your former Mistress, like you are right now, did she enjoy teasing you by touching you anywhere on your body besides just torturing you physically?" Julie finally worded her question.

"My new Mistress." mother so sincerely expressed as she turned her head to look at her daughter. "All of the slaves bodies were there for the Mistress to enjoy, either though physical torment, or sexual pleasure or torment. And Mistress would do this by whatever means she felt like. As for the slaves, it was our duty to endure, but for the most part, we enjoyed it also. That why we became slaves, and stayed slaves no matter how much Mistress would put us through." she smiled.

Compelled, Julie raised her right hand from her shielded sex to place it upon her mothers sore and welted right breast. Seeing her mother close her eyes and show a very distinctive expression of pleasure, she began to gently massage her mothers perfectly formed mound of sensitive flesh. As mothers breathing changed to one expressing her passion, Julie formed her hand to cup her breast and rub the nipple with her thumb. Hearing mothers soft moan of delight, Julie cast aside all her inhibitions. She let her passions take full control of her actions. She rose, and while leaning forward, placed her left hand to rest on the table top to support herself, then moved her right hand to cup and massage mothers left breast. She brought her mouth down on the pinnacle of mothers right breast. Out of instinct, she began to gently suckle it as she used her tongue to titillate the nipple. 

Although her mother was already quite taut, Julie felt her trying to raise the right side of her body to force her breast deeper into Julie's mouth. who obliged by opening her mouth as wide as she could as an explosion of tingling erupted in her pussy, stronger than she had ever felt before. Mother, straining as she twisted her head uttering moans of pleasure, felt her own explosion of pre-cum flow freely from her sex. Lost in passion and memories, she wished for a moment that she was free to embrace her daughter. At the same time, she was glad the was tightly tied, holding her in place. Her daughter had used her own judgment to do what she was doing, and from her actions, knew that she also was getting pleasure out of this. So for over a minute, she accepted the gift of physical love, enjoying ever second of it to its fullest.

Finally easing up on her suckling, Julie opened her eyes and gave the nipple one last lick before returning upright. Putting one hand on her mothers outstretched arm, and the other on her chest just below the right breast, Julie formed a very sensual smile as her mother settled down and turned to look at her. 

"Is that how Mistress and other slaves would tease you?" 

Still panting and not quite able to speak, hoped her daughter understood from her expression and slight nodding that was exactly how it was conducted. Julie did indeed understand mothers reply, and gave in more to her own desires. Knowing it would also increase her own torment of arousal while in chastity, did not hesitate to continue. She had found a new level of pleasure, and was enjoying it immensely. Deciding that she could use a little bit of an excuse to continue, Julie spoke.

"We do need to eat soon, but I do think I need to torment your other breast a bit before I free you." 

Comfortably moving over to the other side of the table, Julie performed the same teasing on mothers left breast while massaging her right. When finished, Julie held a very satisfied smile while moving to stand between her mothers legs. Looking at mothers glistening sex, and the small puddle of excess sexual juices that had formed under her cunt, thought about teasing her mother there. She knew that would be the ultimate act of both love and pleasure. She was ready and willing to place her mouth on mothers sex, but decided not to. Her decision was not based out of fear or embarrassment. Being her mothers Mistress now, she was in control of her mothers satisfaction or torment. Right now Julie was enjoying tormenting her. And suckling mothers sex would more than likely bring her to orgasm, as well as torment herself even more than she already was. She would wait for now, thinking of how much better it would be if she tormented mother even more so.

"Your orgasm will have to wait until after I have mine!" Julie sneered as she gave mother a hard slap on her flat belly just above her love mound. She first untied mothers ankle ropes, then her knees. After moving to untie her mothers arms, Julie leaned against the countertop as she crossed her arms and watched her mother work her way into an upright sitting position. Once mother got herself to a standing position, viewing the red and welted breasts, and dripping wet pussy, this was a very unique way to have ever viewed her naked mother. Returning to a kneeling position in front of her daughter after standing for a brief moment, Julie had an increasingly urgent question.

"I assume this Chastity Thong allows me to pee!" Julie asked as her mother slowly placed her aching arms behind her, clasping her hands together.

"Yes Mistress, it does. But if slave may suggest, Mistress may want to step briefly into a shower or rinse afterwards to prevent a buildup of unpleasant odor, my new Mistress. And slave also needs to pee and would like to be told what she is allowed to wear for brunch, my new Mistress."

This becoming a Mistress was going to require a lot of decisions. She needed to pee badly by now, and as she began to swiftly walk towards the bathroom, replied.

"After cleaning up the mess you left on the table with your tongue, slave may drink her urine, and a simple sundress will do for today."

As soon as she sat down on the toilet, Julie was amused as her pee exited the thong like a flower garden sprinkling can through the several dozen small holes. Some leaked out the sides of course, but that wasn't a problem. It helped to wash away her own leakage of love juices that accumulated while sucking her mothers breasts. Finished, she stepped into the tub and turned on the cold water. Rising just her lower half, it also helped to temper her building passion. 

As she did so, she wondered how often her mother must have stood under cold water while wearing this thong an entire week. Drying herself, mother entered the bathroom wearing just a sundress and knelt beside the door. It covered her abused back and breasts. In her hands, holding them extended out towards her daughter, she held a rope in one hand, and a strange looking dildo in the other. Julie had held a dildo at school when one boasting girlfriend brought it in to prove she actually owned one, but it wasn't like this. That one was huge and long, while this one was short, only about four inches or so, and had a narrow body. But extending out from it's less than an inch diameter base were hundreds of very long, very thin, and seemingly very flexible fingers. As Julie took it from mothers hand and inspected it, mother smiled.

"I hope that Mistress will be pleased to have her slave wear this inside her. It is not enough to cause orgasm, Mistress, but does tease with each movement slave makes, my Mistress."

As she took hold of it, Julie felt how the fingers did bend, but would exert more than enough pressure to hold it centered in the vagina. From side to side, it had to be much more than two inches wide. And at one end was a much larger curved finger that stuck out even farther than the others. It didn't take long to figure out what that was for, and why it had its own little dimples. Satisfied that she would enjoy knowing this would be inside her mother, she wondered how it would feel inside her! She nodded as she handed it back to her mother.

"I believe this will do nicely. Go ahead and put it on."

Mother rose and set the rope on the countertop before pulling her dress up and over her head. While laying the dress on the countertop, Julie put her hands on her hips. Mothers crotch was a smelly mess.

"Did you not wash yourself? And where are your shoes?" 

"Mistress did not say slave was allowed to wash or wear shoes, my Mistress." mother said sadly as she grinned and bowed to her Mistress.

Julie scratched the side of her head. Her mother was correct about both items. Taking things for granted anymore was not what a Mistress should expect. Being a trained and obedient slave, which was what her mother had been, and wanted to be again, she did only what she was told to do by her Mistress. Julie was learning quickly to think things through before giving orders. So she did just that.

"Shower now, but wait until I get dressed before you rope yourself."

Julie heard a "Yes Mistress" as she exited. Then stopping, decided to give complete instructions. Popping her head back inside the door to see mother stepping into the tub, sternly added the following.

"And do be sure to use nice warm water, and clean yourself thoroughly. And do remember you are not allowed to masturbate!"

Mother again bowed her head, understanding her daughter was learning, fulfilling the role of being her new Mistress.

"Yes Mistress. A nice hot shower, and never to masturbate or allowed orgasm without the permission of by Mistress."

Julie couldn't help herself from returning the loving eye contact, then went to the dresser. She thought about putting on panties over her thong. She decided not to. It would be more exciting going without any underwear at all. She selected a shorter sun dress, showing more of her legs while hiding her still slightly marked breasts. Slipping it over her head, she was well satisfied with what it and didn't cover, but would have to be a little careful about how far she bent over. She spent some time fixing her hair and putting on light makeup. With each movement, the Chastity Thong reminded her of her desire in a delightful tormenting way. This outing was certainly going to be a new experience. She wondered. Besides school and her period, why would she need to wear anything else but a dress and the Chastity Thong. But then, just how used could she get to wearing this thong for days on end. She would see if she could keep it on until tomorrow morning, if she could, and think about wearing it longer after that. She returned to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat cover.

Her mother was kneeling as always, but not on any of the small rugs. She was on the hard ceramic floor, just as a devoted slave would be. Julie had her stand up to perform the crotch roping in front of her so she could see how it was done. Mother picked up the rope and placed it over her shoulder. Picking up the dildo, she stepped directly if front of her daughter and spread her legs. Inserting the dildo, it easily slid into her very wet pussy, using her fingers to work the clitoris irritator well up between her pussy lips to rest tauntingly on its target. Her face showed the pleasure it brought. Taking the rope, she looped it in half before wrapping it around her waist once. Placing the loose ends through the loop, she slid the loop around to the small of her back, letting the free end fall to the floor. 

This is where Julie watched intensely as mother reached between her legs and brought both free ends up and under the waist rope in her front. Pulling it tight, she worked it tightly into the entire length of her slit. Bringing the free ends back between her legs again, she looped it under the waist rope in back again. Pulling those strands tight, she used her fingers to position and tighten both loops just right. She first tightened the fist loop more tightly into her slit, then made sure each of the seconds cords forced both sides of her pussy lips over the top of the first cords. Bringing a third loop between her legs, she reinforced the second loop cords that were pinching her pussy lips even more before, pulling on the ropes as tight as she could, tying it off in front. Finished, mother keep her legs spread as she came to attention by clasping her hands together behind her head. Holding her elbows as far back as she could, mothers face showed no expression as she spoke.

"Slave is ready for inspection of her crotch rope Mistress. I hope that Mistress finds it to her satisfaction, my Mistress."

Julie couldn't help but reach out to run her fingers over the lovely weave of flesh and rope. It not only looked pretty, but understood how mother must certainly be feeling the pressure and pleasure of her bound sex. Feeling another spasm of tingling in her own pussy, she knew she had to have her mother crotch rope her some day. And with that intriguing dildo stuck inside her too. She rose, stepped back to admire the full beauty of her mother, and smiled as she spoke. 

"Mistress is very pleased with her slaves rope work. Slave may now put on her dress, fix her hair, and put on some shoes."

"Yes Mistress. Would Mistress desire slave to wear flats or high heels, Mistress?"

"Flats will be fine for today. Join me in the kitchen when you are done." Julie replied. This reminded her just how explicit she had to be in her instructions, and wondered if all slaves needed to be told such detail, or was mother just an exceptionally good slave. Leaving mother to perform her tasks, Julie went to the kitchen. 

The puddle of love juice left by her mother earlier was complete gone. She had no doubt in her mind mother had licked it clean, not even thinking of used a cloth. Sitting down, she remembered her mother tied to the top of the table, and the pleasure she experienced while suckling her mothers breasts. For a moment she wished her mother was still tied there. She was ready to do it all over again. Perhaps more. She looked at the ropes still tied to the table legs. She pictured herself tied exactly the same way, knees spread widely apart while her arms were pulled very tightly straight above her. Placing both hands on her breasts, she could only imagine how it would feel if mother suckled her breasts. Damn, she was getting aroused again. And if tied while wearing this thong, mother wouldn't be able to lick her bottom. Mother would only be able to lick around her sex, and not right on it like earlier. That's when she really couldn't wait to feel her mothers tongue again. 




Inherited Passions Ch. 07



This brought to mind that she hadn't licked her mothers sex before untying her. She wanted to now, plus remembering thinking about it seriously after waking up from her nap! Seeing her mothers wet pussy when she first returned to the kitchen was very inviting, but she wasn't sure of herself at the time. But after mouthing her mothers breasts, she was very sure that she very much wanted to. She began rubbing her breasts harder, knowing her mother had asked to be tied back in place until tomorrow morning. She knew she was only increasing her own torment as she pressed her breasts even harder, but couldn't stop. Remembering the waves of pleasure flowing through her body as she sucked and licked her mothers nipples filled her thoughts. It was then that mother entered the kitchen and knelt down obediently in front of her. Her breathing far from normal, Julie found it hard to remove her hands from her breasts and stand up. 

"Grab your purse and drive me to Golden Coral. I'm hungry, so do hurry." Julie spouted, really in more need of distraction than anything else. As mother rose, Julie again looked down at the table top, adding one additional comment."

"Mistress is anxious for slave to continue her torment for many hours, allowing Mistress to do anything she desires to her."

"Oh, very much so, Mistress. Slave is ready to endure any torment. It is my duty..... my wish, my Mistress." mother expressed in heightened and delighted manner as they walked out the door. Julie found it almost impossible to believe what she had just said to mother. The thing was, not only did she mean what she said, but knew mothers response was just as serious. They have had a good relationship up to yesterdays discovery, and it certainly has gotten a whole lot better since then. hard to believe how their togetherness was going to be so completely much more enjoyable than ever before. She contemplated all the things they could do together. She had many good thoughts, and a few that maybe mother won't like. But from what she had already heard from her mothers experiences, there really wasn't much she didn't enjoy doing.

Getting into the passenger seat, mother was close behind. Sitting down to drive, mother ignored the pain her back felt, just as she had done while tied to the table. She pressed the garage door opener button, and backed out. The five mile drive went silently. Julie was trying to ignore the duel torment of the thong, and wondered if mother was trying to ignore the torments of her back, breasts, and pussy. After they parked, Julie got out and waited until her mother approached. Starting to walk towards the entrance, she found the idea of walking in public wearing nothing else but a dress and metal thong very exciting when she noticed her mother didn't come to her side as usual. When she stopped to turn, mother stopped also. She was to her side, but one step behind.

"Are you alright mother?", being concerned.

"I'm fine Mistress."

Julie now turned completely to face her, and asked with a very strange expression.

"Then why don't you walk beside me, as we always do?"

Bowing her head, mother said in a slightly sad voice, "Please understand Mistress, unless instructed otherwise, slave should always walk one step behind and to the left of her Mistress."

Julie immediately understood, also lowering her head as she thought. Raising her head slowly, she spoke in a very loving manner.

"This Mistress is very proud of her slave, and her mother. Mistress desires her slave to walk proudly beside her, holding her Mistress's hand, just as a mother and daughter always did before."

Mother raised her head, and while taking one step forward, spoke sincerely.

"Slave is very proud to have a Mistress, and a daughter, as wonderful as you, my Mistress."

Taking Julies left hand in her right hand, gave it a gentle squeeze. Fighting back tears forming in both their eyes, they continued their walk into the building. Mother was quick to open and hold the door for her Mistress. As Julie picked up a tray and silverware, she noticed mother stood motionless. She turned, and with another questioning expression, motioned her hand towards the stack of trays. Mother looked around first to see if anyone else was close by. Being mid-afternoon, they were alone, and more than ten feet from the cashier. Still, she leaned towards her daughters ear and whispered.

"Mistress, please allow me to remind you that I am presently in punishment, and drank my allowed nourishment before we left."

Julie again understood there was a reason behind her mothers actions, or non-action as it seemed. She wanted her mother to eat. She had to think quick. Starvation was not on her list of things to do. Physical and sexual torture she would enjoy performing on her mother, as she already discovered. But this simply wasn't. She cared for and loved her mother too much to deny her food. As her mother returned to almost an upright stance of being at attention, Julie leaned towards her mothers ear. As she whispered, she hoped her mother would accept this as a proper response..

"For hurting your Mistress's breasts, Mistress has whipped you breasts, and then tormented them by teasing her slave. That concluded your punishment, especially when you drank your own pee. Slave is now allowed to eat normally so slave will be able to fully endure the torments she will receive once we return home. Slave is to eat as much as she can right now. That is the desire of your Mistress."

With her tray resting on the slide rails, Julie went into a dominating position with a cold expression and placing her hands on her hips. Mother, seeing visions of her former Mistress standing before her, felt very comfortable and satisfied as she moved her lips, but without speaking, said "Yes Mistress." bowing her head slightly as she did. Turning to pick up a tray, silverware, and plate for both Mistress and herself, Julie nodded her approval and they went to the cashier. Ordering two complete dinners for two, mother paid, and followed her Mistress to a far corner table. Instructing her slave to sit down and remain at the table, Julie filled her plate and returned. Then allowing her mother to eat as much as she could, soon they both had cleaned their plates in complete silence. 

After the waitress had removed the empty plates, and seeing the two closest occupied tables had left, Julie followed through with what her devious mind had come up with while they were eating.

"Go to the restroom and rub your breasts vigorously until your nipples are very hard, then go to the dessert counter and bring me a slice of cake with ice cream and whipped cream on top. You may then go back and get something for yourself if you want. And do remember you are not allowed to orgasm without my permission!" 

Her mother bowed very slightly, acknowledging her daughters request, did went to the restroom. Julie waited and watched as mother exited the restroom. Her very erect nipples, evident even under her sun dress, did catch the attention of several customers and employees. Not paying any attention to anything other than her assigned task, she prepared the small dessert plate, setting it down in front of her daughter, then sat down. Julie thanked her, and just before taking her first bite, did ask her mother a question.

"Are you very aroused right now?"

"Yes Mistress. Very aroused. And to tell you the truth Mistress, I'm leaking very badly right now."

Seeing the waitress coming to pick up the dirty dinner plates, waited until the waitress was gone before she responded.

"Does that mean your crotch ropes wet also?" Julie said in sarcasm."

"Yes Mistress. They're just about soaked, Mistress."

"Well then, since you don't seem to want dessert, and I don't want to be the only one walking out with a wet spot on the back of her dress, go back to the restroom and rub your boobs for five more minutes while I finish eating." Julie chuckled. 

As mother performed her own torture upon herself, she stood inside the bathroom stall with more of a smile from thinking of her daughter than from her own pleasure. Julie was turning out to be so similar to her former Mistress, being most loving, and cruel at times. As she would switch from rubbing her breasts to pinching her nipples at times, she felt her cunt producing even more juice. She was happy to perform her task, but without a watch, she had no way to tell how much time had passed before the stopped. She was so close to orgasm, it took a great deal of control from rubbing her crotch. She hoped enough time had passed, returning to the table. Julie smiled.

"You were in there quit awhile. Where you enjoying yourself?"

"I was, Mistress. Slave is sorry if she displeased her Mistress, but slave did not have any way to tell the time. Slave is ready to repeat this task for punishment if slave did not complete her last task as assigned, my Mistress."

"Eight minutes was more than enough to please Mistress, as I can tell by your breathing and blushed face. I'm ready to go, so leave a $2 tip and follow me." Julie said as she rose. After mother complied, she followed her Mistress out the door. Mother noticed her daughters wet spot, and knew hers must be at least twice as big. They both had on light colored dresses, so the spots were not all that noticeable. At least, that's what she hoped. Walking alongside her daughter back to the car, she opened the door for her Mistress be seated. After getting into the drivers seat herself, she just had to talk to her daughter.

"Mistress, can this slave be allowed to talk openly to her Mistress for a few minutes?"

Julie turned, and with restrained approval because she thought she had done something wrong, waited anxiously to hear what her mother had to say.

"Thank you Mistress for allowing me this outing, and for me to speak openly." she first said as she clasped her hands together in front of her. "But Mistress, I do hope you understand that I have experienced and enjoyed many long periods of teasing and denial before. But what I am experiencing right now is by far the worst I have found myself trying to control. If I were in bondage or have a chastity device on, it wouldn't be so bad. But....., I mean...., Mistress. I am ashamed to ask this, but may slave be allowed to masturbate herself to orgasm right now?"

Julie saw mothers eyes displaying her sincerity, and understood what she meant about wanting to masturbate. She had the same desire, but her sex was locked behind a metal cover. Her mothers was still pretty much accessible, but couldn't come to understand why mother felt she had to masturbate now. Then it came to Julie. She though about her own recent desires, beyond masturbation. She thought back to earlier this morning, when they knelt before each other, each expressing their deep love for each other. She realized mother hadn't used the right words, and wasn't telling the whole truth. Julie decided to clarify everything a little more. 

"I don't think slave has expressed everything to her Mistress. That slave left out the third and most desired option. That slave would like to make love with her Mistress!"

Mother blushed as she heard Julie state exactly what she had left out of her request. Making slight references to it, or implying it by both their lickings this morning was one thing, but coming right out and saying it was quite another. And to top it off, her daughter had said it to her on her own. Now it was time for her to confirm it, hoping her daughter's last words was what she wanted also, or were made as ridicule. 

"Yes Mistress, that is what slave did not say, but should have... and.... and awaits punishment if Mistress feels her slaves desires are not shared by her Mistress." 

Julie knew then that mother was not sure about how Julie felt about it, and was just about ready to tell mother when the devil intervened. She would put mothers mind at ease, but decided to stretch out the playing a while longer. 

"All of slaves desires will eventually come true, as that is also what Mistress desires. But Mistress is enjoying slaves torment, and wants to enjoy her torment a little longer. So I will not give you permission to even masturbate until I am ready. You'll just have to control yourself and endure...., or does slave not wish to please her Mistress anymore?"

Julie knew what mother would answer, but wanted to play her role. Mother lowered her head in shame, and spoke softly.

"Yes Mistress. I do. I hope I have not offended Mistress, and should not have asked. This urge is so much stronger than what I have ever experienced with my former Mistress, or even slave Lisa, but still should not have asked. I am here for only the pleasure of my Mistress, and was being selfish in making my request. With all do respects to my new Mistress, I hope this slave is severely punished for making such a selfish request, perhaps not being allowed pleasure for as long as Mistress is enjoying slaves torments. If that is what Mistress desires, her slave will endure."

Mother lowered her head towards the end of her statement while Julie considered mothers request. Some very bizarre ideas were forming. So mother would remain in chastity as long as Julie was enjoying her torment. Not to be ever again allowed climax, or to some degree, hardly ever! And again, she wondered just how long she would be able to endure the same thing. But at the same time, Julie knew by now her mother wanted to make love to her, and vice versa. She was ready to enter the stage of sharing their bodies and ultimately satisfying each other, but was also considering the other aspect. 

The thought of keeping another woman in this type of torment excited her. Some of her dreams had been about this, thinking back to when her mother had first licked her earlier that morning. She remembered back to the image of herself being chained in the dungeon and endlessly teased and denied. Now she pictured her mother chained to the wall opposite her and enduring the same treatment. Julie felt another large flow escape her. Mother had gone through this many times before, so why not. As for herself, right now she was chained shut. But being Mistress, she could have her slave satisfy her anytime she wanted. It didn't mean slave would be allowed to climax! Most interesting. Why not. She held on to mothers hands more tightly.

"So slave wants to make love with Mistress. That will eventually happen, and be enjoyed by Mistress also. But for a while, only Mistress will experience pleasure while slave is taught a good lesson about asking to be allowed to masturbate to orgasm. I'll help slave control herself by lots of bondage, but what would work out the best is being locked in a Chastity Belt, For as long as Mistress wants slave not be allowed total satisfaction. And to tell you the truth, that may be quite a while from now. I'm enjoying this, and I'm sure slave won't mind waiting while Mistress enjoys organisms whenever she wants."

Mother felt even a deeper sense of being with her former Mistress. Her new Mistress, her own flesh and blood daughter, was being the type of Mistress she so much desired and needed. She was ready to endure anything Julie desired of her. She leaned forward and kissed the top of each of Julies hands. Raising back up, the two exchanged recognizable eye contact. Julie then leaned forward, giving mother a gentle kiss on her lips. Raising herself back up, Julie had to ask something of her own.

"Mother, am I being a good Mistress to you, are am I asking too much of you.?

"My daughter, my new Mistress. You are being a perfect Mistress, one that your slave, your mother, needs very badly."

Returning mothers most satisfying smile while fighting back from outright tears of happiness, Julie had to switch her ever deepening thoughts of exchanging passion to other things.

"So, for keeping you in chastity for a long time, I need a Chastity Belt to put on my slave. And I don't mean this Chastity Thong, so don't even ask! I know I'm going to want to wear it again at times, and I still want you to be locked up so you don't get any silly ideas." she said with a giggle, then turned to a much more devilish tone.

"So where does a Mistress obtain a good Chastity Belt for her slave?"

"I'm sorry Mistress, but I really don't know."

Mother showed more delight in her expression than sadness from not being able to answer her daughter decisively. She knew that Mistress was going to actually place her in delightful torment, and was more than willing to oblige her daughters wishes. Unfortunately, she could not offer an honest answer right now.

"But you said your former Mistress had some, and even ordered some more for her slaves. Do you recall where she got them from?"

"No Mistress, I don't. I could try contacting her again to ask where she bought them from. I can tell you from my experience they are very good quality Mistress, and allow no access at all. Somewhat bulky to wear, but very effective Mistress. But it's been many years since we last talked, so I don't know if I'll be able to locate her, Mistress."

"You can try calling her when we get home," Julie suggested, "but right now I'm enjoying this being outside, just as we are. I'd like to stay out a while longer. Does slave find it exciting to be out in public and nude under her dress?" 

"Oh yes Mistress, I still enjoy going out like this very much. Whenever my former Mistress took any of her slaves with her, we were never allowed anything except enough to keep us from being arrested, my Mistress. Some times she even had us dress like street sluts, even wearing very high heels. Then we had to walk along a busy street to see how many propositions we would get. It was very embarrassing, my Mistress, but fun and very exciting also."

Julie , constantly being amazed by all the things her mother had done, had to ask.

"And when you were propositioned, did you have to accept?"

"Oh no, Mistress." mother replied as she laughed out loud. "Never. It was purely for the entertainment of our Mistress. She would park near a bus stop, and sit on the bench as we walked back and forth up to one block to either side of where she was. We each had to keep walking until you received five propositions. Then you were allowed to sit on the bench with her and wait until each of us got their five. And as time passed it very amusing to hear Mistress tell whoever hadn't been propositioned enough, being told to walk sexier, wiggle their ass more, or bare more of their breasts as they passed by."

Julie was very relieved to hear that mother hadn't been a real whore, and did find the last part of her story amusing also. And it was giving her ideas, then asked about those that didn't make their quota. 

"Whenever Mistress was ready to leave, those that didn't had to keep their high heels on until the next morning, and were tied so they had to stand in them all night next to her bed while she slept. May I add, Mistress, that I had to spend only one night like that, my Mistress."

"I can understand why! You are a very pretty slave." Julie winked. "And right now I could use some drying of my bottom. Drive to the park near the house and park near the rest rooms. There's a bench near there where we can sit for a while longer."

"Yes Mistress. And thank you for the compliment Mistress. And if I may be allowed to say so, Mistress's beauty far exceeds that of her slave." 

As both exchanged glowing smiles, Julie spoke.

"We need to hurry. I just felt another surge."

(to be continued)



Inherited Passions Ch. 08



[Clarification note: Conversation quotations from mother's past, when choosing to be a slave, are Italic and underlined to distinguish them from the present day conversation between mother and daughter.]

Being Sunday afternoon, and a fairly warm day, there were a number of others out and about. Luckily they were able to park close to the restrooms. Julie walked straight to the one restroom for women, relieved not to find it occupied. Told to follow her, mother locked the door behind them as they entered. Turning around, daughter was already leaning her bare butt against the sink basin. Holding up her dress with legs spread wide, mother instantly knew what she was expected to do. Kneeling down in front of Mistress, she clasped her hands behind her. Tenderly she began to cleanse her daughters inner thighs. Cherishing every drop of her daughters sexual juices that had escaped from under the thong, she felt her daughters hands come to be placed on each side of her head, gently nudging her deeper between her bare legs and shielded sex.

Mother tried to keep her licking to a slow and gentle rhythm as Julie's gentle

nudging turned into a painful hair pulling experience. This excited mother even more, wanting to grasp her daughters ass cheeks, but held back. And what mother wanted most was for the thong to disappear. She wanted to slide her tongue deep into daughters pussy to taste her juices directly from their source. She tried to force her tongue between her daughters flesh and secured in place thong plate. Rapidly both of them began panting heavily, so much that mother had to take a break from her licking. She needed to breath, and lowered her head. As she did so, Julie slowly released her mothers hair from her grip.

"Mistress has had enough cleaning, at least for a while." she tried to joke. "And I think slave could use a break also...."

"Yes Mistress, it is getting...." she answered in between her panting, "is getting much harder for slave to control herself, Mistress."

Looking down at her wet faced mother, Julie let them both settle down for a minute before she had mother stand and show how wet her bottom was. Getting up as quickly as she could, mother collected her dress. Working it up until she held it entirely above her breasts, automatically spread her legs, Julie found it hard to believe how badly her mother was leaking. Going down on one knee to look closer, she grasped her mothers hips. She almost started to extend her tongue to taste her mothers wet pussy left exposed between the ropes. She thought better of it. She was enjoying her mothers anguish, and if she did touch mothers sex, they both might lose control. Julie quickly stood up, telling mother to lower her dress and wash her face.

With that quickly done, Julie walked out towards the closest park bench with mother right behind. Motioning for her mother to sit beside her, she pulled her dress half way up her thighs to spread her knees almost a foot apart. Jokingly Julie instructed mother to do the same saying they both could use some cooling down and drying.. She also added that this would be a good time to continue telling about her first encounter with her former Mistress.

"Yes Mistress, as I think I already told you. I walked back out to the table where Mistress was sitting after I got dressed, but didn't sit down. I figured she would tell me if I was allowed to or not. I wanted to please her. She took out my Drivers License from between her dress and breast, and while looking it over carefully, spoke softly, clearly, and commandingly after signaling for the bartender. Once she arrived, explained what I was to do next.

"I am going to leave now. I will keep your Drivers License until tomorrow. Do be careful driving home. You can pick it up tomorrow night right here from slave Lisa. After I leave, slave Lisa will instruct you more as how to display your desire to become my slave. You will follow her directions as if they are mine, because they are mine. You will again be naked, and asked to endure a great deal of pain and endurance. You will not be tied, and may leave anytime you wish, The other thing is you are to do is keep those shoes on until tomorrow morning, even if you leave early. Tomorrow night I will telephone you and ask only two questions. If I don't call, I have not accepted you, but you can still come back here for your license tomorrow night at 8:00. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress"

"I said it boldly and proudly, not feeling any more fear, but only excitement and enthusiasm. I think I saw just a slight smile appear on her face just before she continued."

"I demand strict obedience, and sometimes severe sacrifice from my slaves. Slave Lisa. Take off your shoes and show them to potential slave Ann."

"As I relished in being referred to even being called 'potential slave Ann', Lisa quickly complied. Holding them out in front of me, the same gravel sandpaper was in her shoes. It was my first introduction to what Mistress had meant when she said 'severe sacrifice', but said or expressed nothing."

"How long has slave been wearing these special shoes?"

"Ever since slave came to work this afternoon, Mistress. A little more than six hours ago, Mistress."

"And how often does Mistress have her wear these shoes?"

"Not very often, Mistress. I was commanded to wear them today. I hope I have pleased Mistress?"

"You have, and you will be rewarded soon. Now put your shoes back on and take charge of this potential slave. I believe she holds much potential."

"This was all Mistress said as she got up and walked out the door. I waited, standing at attention, and in great anticipation as Lisa put her shoes back on. Picking up the empty glass Mistress had left, she told me to take my drink to the bar. She placed a note pad and pen in front of me to write down my telephone number. As I did so, she suggested that I finish my Bloody Mary now, as I would most likely be very grateful for it within a short time. Well, my mouth was dry from my inspection and questioning, so I quickly finished it. Then she told me to follow her."

"We went into a hallway with a small kitchen to one side, and a office on the other. When we got to the second door on the left, she opened it. It smelled really strong of stale beer as we entered. On one side of the small room was a big stack of empty beer bottle cases. On the other side, a big stack of unopened beer cases. She led me to the middle of the room.."

"She had me strip again, except for my shoes, then motioned me to step back until my back was flat against the empty and smelling cases. Taking two thin pieces of thread from her pocket, she loosely tied one around each of my wrists. Then placing her hands under both my arms, she raised them up until they were straight out and slightly above the height of my shoulders. Using thumb tacks, she left only a few inches slack before securing the loose end of each tread above and farther out than my hands. If I either lowered an arm or brought it towards me more than a few inches, the thread would break."

"Mistress said you are to retain this position for one hour. If you break either thread, dress and tell me you are leaving. Of course you are free to leave at any time. Even if you do,. I strongly suggest you leave your shoes on until morning. I will come back in fifteen minutes to check on you."

"As she turned to walk out, I said 'Yes Mistress'. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at me like I had committed a mortal sin."

"Please! Never refer to me as Mistress. I am a slave who obeys the commands of her Mistress. Only refer to me as slave Lisa or simply slave. In public, only refer to me as Lisa. I am a slave, and very proud of my status with Mistress, but she is the only Mistress."

"I immediately understood what she had said. I apologized very sincerely, ending by referring to her as slave Lisa. I saw her smile slightly, then saw her eyes almost change completely, becoming very soft. Before turning, she said that she hoped I would not disappoint Mistress. I had already put my mind to staying the full hour. But after taking just one more step towards the door, stopped and turned to me again. Then she added something that more than doubled my incentive."

"And I hope that you will not disappoint me."

"It was the way she said it that I gained a new source of strength to make it the whole hour. She closed the door, and I stood there. From what she last said, I was growing to like her, and she had left the light on. I remembered this stance from gym classes. Back then, even 5 minutes was really bad. Could I possible stand an hour like this? The soles of my feet were hurting badly. I remember taking a deep breath before closing my eyes and trying to keep my position. As each minute passed, it got harder and harder. My arms and shoulders began to hurt really bad. I had no means of telling how much time had passed as I began to perspire. I imagined my hands hanging on to two invisible posts, and if I let go of the posts, the building would fall and kill hundreds. My arms had to hold on to those posts. I guess it helped me endure the pain because suddenly the door opened with Lisa gaving me a satisfied smile after inspecting the treads."

"That's when I couldn't believe what she did. Opening a case of beer bottles, she took out two full bottles and put one in each of my hands. Holding on to each bottle by its neck, she stepped back and smiled."

"If you drop a bottle or break a thread, again dress, tell me, and leave. This does mean you have failed, but that is for Mistress to decide. I will return in another fifteen minutes."

"She passed her hand over my wet forehead, then held it against my cheek. She wished me strength to endure before she left. Feeling a very unfamiliar but pleasant feeling inside me, I seemed to again gain new strength from that. As time progressed, each time I felt my arms lower, I closed my eyes and raised them again. My arms, shoulders, and now my sides were in terrible pain. The soles of my feet were screaming for relief, but I accepted it as part of my task and stood firm. I wanted to please Mistress, and also for some reason, slave Lisa. I now envisioned myself tied by invisible ropes to an invisible cross. I was crucified, and gladly suffering for days on end just to please both of them."

"When the door opened the next time, I was sweating bullets over most of my body. I had streams of sweat pouring from my entire head, underarms, and down between my breasts. The pain from by arms and shoulders had become one immense mass, but still I kept my arms stretched out to their maximum. Each of those twelve ounce bottles felt like I was holding a hundred pounds. She stopped directly in front of me, about five feet away. She looked at my naked and suffering body from top to bottom for several minutes. Taking another look at her watch, she stepped forward to take the bottles from my hands and set then on the floor. She then gestured towards my bush."

"You know that bush of yours will have to go. If Mistress accepts you, you need to shave your pussy to look like this."

"Reaching down, she stepped back to unbutton the top of her very short cut off jeans, unzipped the fly, and pulled them down almost to her knees. She didn't have any panties on, displaying her smooth love mound and pussy to me. As I stared at her sex, for a moment I was distracted from the pain. I remember saying I understood and would certainly comply. Pulling her shorts back up, she stepped directly in front of me. Running her fingertips from both sweaty arm pits down to my hips, she wiped them dry on my stressed belly."

"I know you are in a great deal of pain right now, but are now more than half way through what Mistress desired of you. Do you wish to continue?"

"You can not imagine the pain I was in, but something told me I could take even more. I said that I would continue. For a little while Lisa stood there, looking at by eyes, then my breasts. She raised her hands to wet her fingertips in my wet armpits, then dried them by massaging my erect nipples. As she did this, I again felt renewed strength and willingness to continue. I remained rigid, but that new and unfamiliar feeling increased even more. I had been a little bit more than moist inside me during the entire experience, but now knew I was becoming very wet. As she left, she said that I was a very beautiful and strong woman, and hoped I could endure the last half hour."

Suddenly mother felt several elbow punches into her side and soon realized why. Julie was letting her know an older couple were walking their dog and getting very close to their bench. As they passed by, the man gave both mother and daughter a very pleasant smile while staring at their exposed legs and spread knees while the woman only gave them a disgruntled glance. As they eventually got out of hearing range, mother continued.

"Well, that new little bit of inspiration was all I needed. I again closed my eyes as I kept my body set into this rigid stance. I accepted the pain as being part of me. I reminded myself many times that I was truly crucified. My pain was for the enjoyment of everyone who wanted to view this naked and suffering woman being held in place by invisible ropes upon her cross. To add to their enjoyment, I was standing on a bed of nails. I was languishing for the pleasure of others. My arms were locked in place, and nothing was going to move them until I completed my prescribed torture. I was in great self induced pain, but remained rigid. I couldn't move. I became a living statue of suffering and endurance. It's very hard to describe, Mistress, but although I wanted to give up, I just couldn't. It was a very special time for me. I wanted to stay exactly as I was. I actually began to pray."

"It was an eternity before Lisa entered again. I knew she could see the passion in my face that I hoped she would tell me my time was up. But instead, she sat down on a lower stack of full beer cases. With a bar towel swung over her shoulder she simply stared at me. Occasionally she would look at her watch, then again stare at me. I felt even more like I was that woman tied to a cross, on display as she suffered the intense pain she was in. I almost gave in. I was in utter agony. Then looking at her watch one last time, she got up and stood again directly in front of me.. Reaching out both arms, she took hold of both my nipples and pinching them "

"Do you know that both your nipples are rock hard and your bush is rather wet. And I can tell from your odor, all that moisture around your pussy isn't sweat."

"I found no humor in what she said at the time. I remained silent as my body, especially my arms, shoulders, and feet, screamed in more agony than I thought imaginable. The added pain from my nipples really didn't add much to my agony, but it was enough to start tears flowing down my cheeks. Maybe I should have been crying before then, but I had held back. It was then that she said the words that I had waited a lifetime to hear."

"You have completed your hour of trial. You have done very well and can relax now."

As she removed the tacks and dabbed the sweat from my forehead, chest, and underarms, I wanted to lower my arms. I was unable to. As she finished, I couldn't help to look upon her as a new friend and beg for her help with my eyes. It seemed she understood without words what I was asking. She took hold of my arms, between the wrists and elbows, and told me to let them rest upon her hands. It must have been well over a minute as she began to physically slowly pull them down. That hurt a great deal also, but eventually they were at my side. The feelings of relief were as immense as the pain I was in, but my feet remained in agony. Perhaps she was experiencing the same pain I was still in, but she remained there to help me to my knees. We stayed there for a few silent minutes with me as I recovered. Finally she removed her arms from around my chest and stood up."

"The bar is closed, and the lights are off. If you would like to come out and have a drink on me, it would be a pleasure to serve you. There is no need to dress unless you would feel more comfortable, but you might want to get used to going around nude. And I think that you may want something stronger than a Bloody Mary to drink."

"She put the two full beer bottles back in the case and walked out. I remained as I was, unable to move at first. Any movement I tried to make hurt a lot. Eventually I got to where I could walk on my hands and knees, not really caring that I was naked, and worked my way down the hallway. My very sore muscles wanted me to lay down on the floor, but I kept moving. Finally I entered the restaurant area. Slave Lisa was semi-reclined in a chair at the nearest table to me, her legs resting draped over the next chair. She smiled as she shook her head."

"Well, you've finally risen from your time in hell! You're some tuff cookie. Sit down and rest a bit. I'll fix up whatever you would like to drink. It's on me. Okay?"

"Without hesitation I asked for a double whiskey. As she got up and went behind the bar I saw she was still wearing her sandpaper shoes. As I worked myself into a chair at that table, she asked if I wanted it straight up or on the rocks. I said straight up, then wondered if I should have asked her to bring the whole bottle. I was more than ready for it, but didn't. Anyways, bringing me my drink, she sat down as I indulged myself by taking several good gulps. She continued to stare at me as she commented on how much pain I must have been in, and how did I endure it without being tied up. I went ahead and told her about my crucifixion thoughts, adding that she had helped me also by her kind words. She smiled as she said that she admired my beauty and commitment. Then leaning towards me, saying she shouldn't tell me, but I was the first to ever have endured the entire hour."

"Besides being flattered, I was also puzzled. I asked how she had become a slave of Mistress. Hadn't she taken the same test? She nodded that she did, but only had made it through the first half hour. I asked how many others had been tested before, and although not able to take the entire hour, had become slaves like her. She snickered, then said that over the past two years, four others had been given the same test. Three had given up before even ten minutes had passed. Mistress never telephoned them either. The other one, who also lasted just over thirty minutes, was accepted as a slave. As I gained a sense of pride and hope, I had to ask if she thought Mistress would accept me as one of her slaves?"

"I am not allowed to speck for Mistress. That is purely her decision. All I do is report back to Mistress your obedience, reactions, and endurance. But from what I've seem tonight, I think she will. And I do hope she does. I think I would enjoy having you become a sister slave with me."

"I just sat a bit, thinking. Being referred to as Lisa's sister slave not only sounded good to me, but that unfamiliar feeling came back as I observed her sincerity when she said that. I felt very comfortable being with her, then felt myself leaking some more. I felt I should go to the restroom and dry myself, and could take a piss too. As I excused myself saying I had to pee, while getting up, she was quick to respond."

"Oh, stay! I can service you here so you can rest your feet."

"I gave her a very awkward look as I sat back down. Giving me a wink, she got a bucket from behind the bar and placed it right in front of me. Seeing me giving her a very bewildered look, she explained something to me that I had never thought of before. That becoming a slave meant nothing would every be private anymore. And with that, moved the bucket close to her, dropped her shorts again, and squatted down to pee. Displaying no shame, she emptied her bladder, pulled her shorts back up, then moved the bucket back in front of me. I knew that what she said was absolutely right, I scooted myself forward and let loose while pulling my hood back with my fingers. She stood watching me, then placed her hand on my bare shoulder saying something that I will always remember."




Inherited Passions Ch. 08



"As I said before, being a slave, there is nothing that you can consider to be something you only do in private, or be intimate about, anymore. Absolutely nothing. And I'm very happy to see that you understand this, as Mistress I'm sure will too. Would you like some more whiskey?"

"As I thought about what she had said, suddenly I realized just how comfortable I was being with her. I was naked, had just pee'ed in front of her, and I'm sure she saw how wet I was around my sex. And it didn't bother me at all. I just picked my empty glass, and with a sore arm, handed it to her. Returning from emptying the bucket, she brought us both a fresh drink, and we just talked for almost an hour, I learned a great deal from her. Finally she was kind enough to offer to wash off most of my sweat with a warm damp towel. As I stood up, she wet a cloth and started with my forehead and chest. Then raising my arms slightly so she could wash my sides, I heard my mouth speak is if it had a mind of its own."

"Lisa, when you were just watching me at times, did you really enjoy seeing me torturing myself.?"

"As she washed my back she did admit that she enjoyed that, but that she was also admiring my beauty, and more precisely, my endurance. That touched me so much that, as she was washing the front of my legs, I again raised my arms out to shoulder height on each side of me. And with a purposeful voice, said that I would like to reward her for her kindness and friendship by remaining like this for as long as she would like to just sit and watch me endure more."

"Oh, I remember her expression when she heard me say that. She looked straight at me as she stood up. She asked if I was kidding, saying that I had just spent a whole hour like that. I told her I wasn't kidding. She stepped back to totally view me again. She told me to put my arms down, and picked up a dry towel to run over me. As she did, she said I was making her become very jealous of me. I asked why. She admitted to me that some day she would like to surprise Mistress by doing what I just endured, but also while holding two cans of soda the entire time. She said that giving up early had always bothered her greatly, and wanted to prove to Mistress, as well as herself, that she could do it. As she finished drying me off, she continued saying she wondered if her endurance level had increased by now. Then she stepped in front of me again with a serious expression."

"She asked me just how much longer I could keep my arms stretched out? I asked with or without beer bottles. She said without. I told her as long as she wished. For a minute we both stood silent, then cocked her head."

"Ann, if your willing to do this just for me, then let me ask you something else. How would you like to help me train myself to do that also. Kind of like a coach I guess, so maybe some day I could really can surprise Mistress. It would mean a great deal to me."

"It didn't take me long to think about it, and told her I would. She asked me to sit down again while we talked about it while finishing our drinks. Within ten minutes we had it pretty well figured out. Starting that night already, they would both go to the back room, with each standing across from each other. Watching me struggle to endure the pain just might help her take her mind off of the pain, saying that she had heard someone say misery likes company. We both chuckled at that, then she asked if I might enjoy watching her suffer. I had to admit that did sound appealing. So agreeing that she should start out at just twenty minutes tonight, then work her way up. Twice a week, just before closing, I would come by. Then after closing, go to the back room, increasing the time each visit. Also, this was to be just our secret. Then, surprising me again, Lisa added one more thing."

"To give her incentive, if she lowered her arms before time was up, I would take her home with me and tie her so she would have to sleep while standing in her graveled shoes until I left for work in the morning. This did catch my interest as I thought about tying up another woman, but something crossed my mind that began to bother me a bit. It was clear Lisa was a devoted slave to her Mistress, which was what I wanted to become. So if I tied her up to punish her, wouldn't I be kind of crossing over a dividing line? Tying up and abusing a slave without asking permission from Mistress didn't sound good to me. I had to ask."

"Oh, Mistress allows us to be tied up and tormented, either in self-bondage or by others, as long as they are not another Mistress or Master. And that includes sexual playing and teasing too. We are just never allowed to orgasm, or bring another to orgasm, without permission from Mistress."

"That brought up another thing I had never thought too much about either. Not allowed to achieve an orgasm unless Mistress approved. That kind of scared me, but for what Lisa asked me to do to her if she lowered her arms at all, that seemed to be all right. Then, at the same time, thought maybe I could use a little incentive too. She had already said that my arms and shoulders must already be quite sore, which they were, that I could lower them from time to time to rest. I had come to trust her, so I said the same would be true for me if I lowered mine first. She didn't respond very well to this, saying I had to keep by shoes on until tomorrow morning anyway. That being tied up would actually be helping me. I couldn't argue that point."

"We finished our drinks and I followed her to the back room. My feet where killing me, and I'm sure hers were even worse. She had me stand where I stood before, and after stripping, set the cooking timer she had gotten out of the kitchen for 20 minutes. Picking up the two beer bottles I had held, stretched out her arms. I raised my arms. She had a beautiful body, very much like yours Mistress. I wished her luck in her endeavor. After she returned the same to me, I decided to give her even a little more incentive."

"Lisa. If you keep your arms up the entire time, and keep them up even after the timer goes off for as long as I do, I'll add one more reward for you. I'll let you tie, torment or even torture me, however you want to, for as long as you want."

"She got a very big smile then. I could tell she was thinking. I felt a rush of juices inside me as I came to think of some of my own ideas. My ability to perform safe self-bondage up to that time was very limited, and the idea of having somebody else tie me up nice and tight for a very long time only increased my flow. And then seeing her look me over a few times only added to my own anticipation. Then she added even more to my anticipation of things to come."

"So you'll let me tie you up, in any position I want, for as long as I want, and do anything I want, if I can keep my arms up as long as you do."

"I replied by simply saying 'yes' with a devilish smile, at which time she quickly asked if that included sexual torments, but that she was not allowed to bring me to orgasm. This turned me on even more by clarifying one more thing."

"Does that include dry shaving that bush of yours?"

"It only took me a few moments before I said it did. After that we remained kind of quiet for a long time, exchanging only smiles. But as time passed, and arm cramps set in, we could tell that each of us was fighting off the pain. And at almost the twenty minute mark, as I saw her arm start to quiver from what must have been a terrible cramp, I asked her to endure. She could make my pain later on much worst. She must have heard me, raising her arms even slightly higher as she nodded. We were both beginning to sweat quite badly by then, and I did notice from then on how the pussy juice began flowing from her sex. She must have really started concentrating on how she was going to torture me. I also started to try and keep my eyes closed so I couldn't see how damn slow that timer dial was moving. I imagined myself crucified again. Then finally the timer bell rang."

"As I open my eyes, I saw Lisa panting, but with a huge smile on her face. She had made it through the first twenty minutes. I was so proud of her as she diligently held her arms outstretched for a few minutes while I held mine out also, Then feeling for Lisa, also, as well as the great pain I was in again, I slowly lowered mine. As she slowly lowered hers, I got down on my knees. I just had to give my feet a rest too, and as Lisa looked at me, her expression didn't need any words. She got down on her knees also, set the beer bottles on the floor, and walked over to me on her knees. Kissing me briefly on the forehead, she stood up. She told me to rest as she got us some ice water. By that time, that sounded just wonderful to me and worked my way into a sitting position leaning against the beer cases. She returned with plastic cups and sat down beside me. We talked again for another half hour, just exchanging truths and ideas like we had been lifelong friends. As we finished, she reached for my hand. She gently squeezed it while asking if she could add just one more reward for her efforts. I wholeheartedly agreed."

"I still would like to go home with you Ann, and have you tie me in a very tight hogtie on the floor until tomorrow morning. Would that be asking too much?"

"I could only smile, and as another surge of juices exited my body, reminded me of something. I squeezed her hand as I said that was fine with me, but only as long as dry shaving my pussy was not the only torture I had to endure from her. As she shook her head 'No', giving me a devilish smile, we both got up and got dressed. Putting everything back in place, Lisa grabbed her purse and locked the front door as we left. I showed her my car, and went around back to get hers. When she pulled up, she followed me home. After parking, she walked to me already wearing leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and carrying a coil of rope."

"We entered my apartment, Lisa stripped immediately, including her devilish shoes, and asked to use the bathroom. I figured I might as well also strip also, but kept my shoes on. As she exited the bathroom, I went in while asking if she would like something to drink. I also wondered about the towel she was carrying, but having to pee again, kind of ignored it as she said she didn't need anything. When I exited, she had folded the towel in half, and was laying on it in the middle of the living room floor. On her stomach, with her hands crossed behind her back and feet over her butt, the coil of rope beside her made everything very clear. I knelt down beside her, picked up the rope, and started binding her up. It was actually a number of lengths of rope, realizing this must be a frequent occurrence for her."

"I found myself really enjoying tying up another person, and especially another woman who wanted to be tied up; just like me. And even though I thought I was making it tight, she kept saying to make it tighter and tighter. She was a lady after my own heart. By the time I was finished, she was in an backwards arch with her elbows tightly together and hands almost pulled back to her knees. I saw how red the soles of her feet were, and covered with little dimples. I now knew how the soles of my feet must look. I stood up and looked at her, wishing it were me instead. I said I was tired, and if she was comfortable for the night, I was going to try and get some sleep."

"I'm nicely uncomfortable for the night, but if you wouldn't mind, if you have a pair or two of dirty panties, would you please stuff then in my mouth and tie them in with rope. Then you can pull that rope back so my head is kept off the ground. Could you do that, please."

"I of course was taken back by this last request, which I had never done before, but agreed. And as I did stuff her mouth with panties that I knew must have some cunt juice on them, I was a little embarrassed. I did leak quite a bit back then already, just like you do Mistress, but that was what she wanted. When they were in place, I tied it off to her ankles. Standing up, she looked so beautiful, arched as she was. I wondered how my soiled panties must taste. Would she do that to me too? Lisa was constantly giving me new ideas, making me more aroused all the time. I sure hoped I had found a truly good friend. I was very tired by then, and besides my feet, my upper body was very sore. So after I asked if she was alright, and seeing her trying to nod her head while giving me a slight grunt, set my alarm and went to bed."

"The next morning came way too soon. I was by then very tired and sore, but also very excited. I did wake up several times while having some very new and interesting dreams. Finally, hearing my alarm buzzing, I moved my very sore body to sit up on the edge of the bed. I wanted to check on Lisa, but first, slipped off the killer shoes. Oh, what a relief. But still being damn sore, I hobbled my way into the living room. As I silently knelt down, I couldn't believe it. Lisa was still sleeping, and in the same position. This woman was awesome. I went and turned on the coffee maker, then showered before I silently got a cup of well needed coffee and got dressed. Flats were definitely my shoes for the day, but instead of finishing my coffee and eating my yogurt in the kitchen as usual, sat on the couch to admire this beautiful spectacle of a woman. When it was about ten minutes before I had to leave for work, I got up."

"I sat down cross-legged beside her, gently stroking her beautiful soft hair. Her eyes slowly opened. She tried to look around, but because of her gag rope, couldn't. I started untying that rope first."

"Good morning Lisa. It's Ann. Are you okay?"

"Although gagged and most likely sore, I could tell she was a very happy camper. After she got her mouth working, she couldn't have thanked me enough times for a wonderful evening. I returned the same. And by the time I had her all undone and standing nude before me, it was time for me to go. I told her there was fresh coffee in the kitchen, and to help herself to anything she would like to eat. Reminding her to lock the door when she left, she gave me the most wonderful hug in the world since my mother. She made my day with a few simple words."

"Dearest Ann. I can't tell you how much I have enjoyed my time with you. And I very sincerely hope that Mistress will allows you to become a close friend, but my sister. I wish you all the luck in the world, and please don't worry about anything. Do drive carefully. I'll have your Drivers License for you tonight at 8 o'clock. And even if you do not become my sister, I hope you will allow me to become what I first mentioned. A very close friend of yours. That alone will mean a great deal to me."

"I can't tell you how my heart began to race as we squeezed together one more time, really hard. I thanked her, and as a tear began to form in my eyes, I turned away to not show how deeply she had affected me. As I opened the door to leave, she had one more question for me."

"And Ann. About my reward. Are you still willing to keep your promise?"

"I was smiling as I never had in a long time as I stood there a moment, stopping in my tracks. I turned to face her. She took the few steps to stand in front of me. Placing both hands gently on either side of my face, she stared deeply into my eyes. I saw wonderful visions of what was to come as she spoke."

"Mistress told me once to be careful about what one asks for. Are you being careful?"

"By then, there was no doubt in my mind. I wanted to do whatever Lisa wanted me to do. To live the life that she was living. To please not only her, but what I hoped what my Mistress would desire of me also. By pleasing them, I would be happy. I almost knelt down in front of Lisa, but thinking about what she said about referring to her as Mistress, thought better of it, I gave the best answer I could think of at the time."

"My new wonderful and already very close friend. What I said to you is the truth, and will accept anything that you desire of me. And to any extent. You have deservingly earned your first reward, and I hope not your last."

"Her eyes did not change, but I felt a sense of change in her. It definitely was for the better. She began to massage my facial cheeks. Entirely new emotions flowed through me as she spoke,"

"If my guess is right, tonight you will come to see me with some very good news. And since Mistress requires all of her slaves to always have bare pussy's, tonight I would like to pluck each hair from you, one at a time. Are you prepared to accept that, or would you like me to dry shave you instead?

"I immediately understood what she had said. A shutter went though me like a lighting bolt. Oh my God..... One hair at a time. From my most delicate parts. As I thought about it, it was both freighting and intriguing. I had already adjusted to the idea of being dry shaved, but pulling each hair out one at a time? New juices erupted from me, I answered while I wondered if I should bring an extra pair on panties."

"If slave Lisa would enjoy plucking my pussy hairs from my body, I will be available all night for her to do so. At her leisure, and my discomfort."

"I'll look forward to it. More than you can imagine. Tonight then, becoming my sister or not.."

"With thoughts exploding in my head, she took both my hands and kissed them before turning to walk nude to the kitchen. I stayed those few moments to watch her as she disappeared through the doorway. As I shut the door behind me, I knew then this was going to be a very long day. I wanted it to be 8:00 the entire day. As soon as I got to work, I went to the restroom and put an absorbent pad in my panties. They were already really wet, so I rinsed just the crotch out in the sink. The cool feeling down there felt really good, but it didn't help my anticipation or flow of nectar. I had to change twice more before the day was over. Thinking about feeling each hair being plucked from my body, and having a bare pussy like Lisa's, was really turning me on."

"I left work right at five. I didn't eat lunch, and after getting home, didn't think at all about supper. The apartment was clean as ever. All the dishes were done and put away, and all the laundry was done also. Lisa must have stayed for quite some time before leaving. And on the kitchen table was a note. It was very neatly done, and again touched me very deeply. She expressed her greatest gratitude for my own kindness and suffering, and hoped that I would not become offended as she exercised her reward upon me. Lastly, wishing me the best when Mistress called tonight, she looked forward to sharing our time together again tonight. But most interesting was a small P.S. at the bottom. It said that if I wanted to, I should cut as much of my hair off with a scissors, soak in the tug for about half an hour, then shave my pussy myself.. I knew then she was truly a new friend, and really wouldn't mind if I didn't want my hair plucked out. But I wanted to please Lisa. To let her enjoy herself. I couldn't have adored the woman more. I stripped, got out a can of beer, and sat down by the phone. I thought seriously about getting myself off a couple times, but decided I better start learning to control my desires, just in case."

"At 6:30 precisely, the telephone rang. I was almost scared to pick it up. I was just finishing my third can of beer, and about ready to pee on the sofa. Reluctantly I picked up the telephone, fearing the worst. I remembered hearing either Mistress or slave Lisa saying that if I wasn't accepted, I would not receive a phone call. But still, from the events that happened later last night between myself and Lisa, I might have crossed lines that either of us should have taken. So with a stammering voice said 'Hello'. It was Mistress, and after confirming that I was Ann, proudly gave my answer to her first question."




Inherited Passions Ch. 08



"Yes Mistress. I did keep my shoes on until getting ready for work this morning Mistress, and will wear them all day tomorrow if Mistress desires me to do so......."

"Thank you for the compliment Mistress. My only wish is to please you my Mistress."

"Yes Mistress. I have given it a great deal of thought Mistress, and I would feel very privileged if Mistress would allow me the opportunity to even try to qualify to become a devoted and always obedient slave of yours, my Mistress....."

"Yes Mistress.....", "Yes Mistress.....", "Yes Mistress....."

"Oh Mistress. I can't tell you how happy you have made me, I mean to become your potential slave Mistress. I will strive not to disapoint you Mistress. And yes Mistress, I will report to slave Lisa at exactly 8 o'clock as instructed Mistress."

"She hung up, only then realizing I had actually gotten down on my knees while talking with her. And for some strange reason, I leaned forward and kissed the handset of the telephone. I got up and jumped up and down for what must been at least five minutes, After I finally settled down, I wondered why my body, and especially my feet, hurt so much again. I suddenly became very hungry, making myself a big BLT. After, I took another shower, wanting my body to be clean for Lisa. I figured I would be very sweaty by the time she was finished with me. I chucked to myself. I wanted to make a good second impression. I looked at my bush in the mirror after drying off. I thought of how my pussy looked like when I was a baby. I thought again about Lisa's P.S., and how she looked forward to my torture. I left it untouched."

"I went to the bedroom and again picked out just three items. A skirt, a blouse, and the next pair of highest heeled shoes I had. As I set each on the bed, I looked at the shoes. I wanted to show my gratification to Lisa for whatever she had said about me to Mistress. I knew she enjoyed seeing me when she knew I was in pain. Putting the regular shoes back in the closet, I replaced them with the graveled heels that were still on the floor. Then I had another thought."

"I went to my purse and took out two twenty dollar bills. Going to the kitchen, I wrote out a note before taping it and the money to the top of my love mound, just above the hair line. It was very short, but I knew she would understand."

"My pussy and my body are here for your torment and pleasure as your reward. Do as you wish, and please make the most out of preparing me for my formal presentation to our Mistress, as well as other sister slaves."

"Adding a big smiley face before taping it on, I went and got dressed. Exiting with only my car keys in hand. I drove to the restaurant and again circled the block until I got a parking place near the front door. I knew I was a few minutes early, but was so anxious to tell Lisa that I didn't care. Better early than late, I got out of the car and walked in. It was a little busier than yesterday, and just took a stool in the most vacant place along the bar. Lisa grimed, then made me a Bloody Mary without asking. Placing it down in front of me, she tried to control her expressions as she spoke quietly to me."

"Yes, I already know of your status. Welcome sister Ann. It's kind of busy now, so don't say anything. This drink is double strong as your reward, and on me. Your next drink after this will be a triple whiskey. You'll appreciate them very shortly for what I have in store for you tonight. That will begin when I feel enough people leave. For now, Mistress wanted me to ask you if your wearing your torture shoes again. If your are, just nod yes."

"Well, I did nod 'yes'. She then instructed me that if I was, since I wanted to torture myself, I was to remain standing at the bar. I immediately got off the stool. She then asked for my car keys, and I had shaved at home. I shook my head. She put on a great big smile, saying she would take care of any guy who might come up and make a pass at me. I kind of felt very special, but in a different way. I was already in pain for my feet, and still obedient, but I was feeling wonderful. I felt my juices begin running down the inside of my thighs. I hoped they didn't go below the level of my skirt. Keeping my pose, I didn't turn to look at anyone, anxiously waiting for what was I was going to be subjected to."

"It was only an half hour before the triple whiskey was put in front of me as I finished the Bloody Mary. A half hour later, with my whiskey only half gone, Lisa came up to me. She was very blunt in her statements, but her expression showed her own anticipation."

"You have one minute to finish your whiskey, then, when you see me by the hallway, you will follow me. Understood?"

"Keeping silent, I nodded as she went about her business. The place had pretty well cleared out by then, and gulping down the whiskey, coughed a bit. Seeing Lisa at the hallway, I painfully walked over to follow her.. This time she did not stop at the same door we had gone through twice last night, but a metal door with a big hatch that was just opposite it. She grabbed hold of the large metal handle and opened it. The lights switched on revealing a small cooler, about 12 foot wide and 20 feet deep."

"This must have been a butcher shop at one time as this seemed a big refrigerator. There were big metal hooks on steel rollers that ran on two separate rails just to each side of the door. The rails ran to the other end of the room. Very chilly air swirled around my legs as my brain instantly imagined a good use for those hooks, as all self bondage goers would. Along one wall were aluminum barrels of beer hooked up by colored tubing to fittings on the wall. There were several out of place metal shelving units holding cases of meats and other odds and ends along the opposite wall. Other than that, it was empty. We only took a few steps inside when Lisa stopped and turned. Telling me to strip completely, she walked around me and back out the door."

"In the short time it took me to take off my skirt and blouse, Lisa had returned with a step stool in one hand and some leather cuffs in the other. She stopped in her tracks when she saw my money and note taped to my love mound. Setting down the stool and placing the cuffs on top, she closed the door behind her. Taking a closer look at my decorations, she peeled off the note and money. Taking the two twenties, she gave me a funny look as she stuffed them in a pocket before opening the note. Within seconds I knew she clearly understood what I mean by it. Another huge smile appeared as she tucked the note into the same pocket, She looked straight into my eyes, and after giving me several very slow agreeing nods, repeated very calmly said that I was to strip completely. I knew, and welcomed, taking off my shoes."

"The cold floor actually felt soothing on my bare feet as I tossed the shoes on top of my other cloths on the floor. Telling me to hold out my arms in front of me, she picked up a cuff style that I had never seen before. As she tightened it around my right wrist, it seemed a rather wide cuff I thought. And oddly it had a thick leather strap that ran from the center of the cuff out almost a foot before ending in a sturdy D-ring. She positioned the strap so I could hold on to it with my fingers, then did the same to the left wrist. Later I found out these are called suspension cuffs."

"My excitement was growing inside me as she placed the stool under a rail closest to me. For the first since I was a kid, I was going to be put in bondage and have to wait for her to release me. I was so full of anticipation I didn't even notice the cold as she told me to step up to the top of the stool. She buckled the two remaining regular cuffs on my ankles as I stood in silence. I almost fainted from surges of pleasure as she tightened each strap. Turning back towards the wall where three lengthy steel rods hung on hooks. Each rod had a hook on each end. She picked one up and poked it up towards the roller hook closest to my left side. She pulled it to rest about two feet from me, then shifted the rod to hook onto a lever on the trolley. After I heard a click, she told me to place the D-ring from my left cuff onto the hook. After I did this, she moved to the trolley closest to my right side and did the same thing. As I stood with my arms now more than five feet apart, I waited anxiously for what I knew she was going to tell me to do next."

"Taking only one step back, she told me to pull myself up my hands. Holding on the thick leather straps, I lifted myself up. She used the rod to pull the stool well clear of my feet. As I settled down into position I could see the delight she was experiencing by her expression. I hoped she understood the delight I was experiencing. As my feet dangled two feet off the floor, she simply dropped one angled end of the rod in one of my ankle cuff D-rings and spread my legs more than three feet apart. Dropping the other angled end into the other ankles D-ring. How convenient I thought. Hanging spread-eagled by my hands, I figured she would take at least a few minutes to savor the sight of her captive. but she moved rather quickly to stand in front of me."

"I'm sure by now some customers need refills, so why don't you just hang around here awhile and cool off. I'll be closing up in an hour or three, Then I can start giving you a proper haircut."

"I could see how she was holding back her chuckling as she stared at my bush, then quickly turned to push the door plunger to open the latch from the inside. In a flash she was gone. The door slammed shut, then the lights went out. It didn't matter. I was in heaven anyways. Here I was, naked, hanging by my hands, and my legs spread wide open. I never had the opportunity to try total suspension as you did, much less getting caught like you did, Mistress."

Julie blushed only a little now as she remembered mother walking into the bedroom late yesterday morning. Oh, the embarrassment she felt then. But now she was so happy mother had discovered her secret, and even more so, to learn her mother desired the same things. Listening to her mother now tell the full story of her entry into becoming a slave was like listening to an audio book. She didn't care any more about what was happing around her, or even who passed by. All she was doing was placing herself in her mothers place as she listened. And hearing mothers somewhat humiliating remark, thought she better act.

"Making fun of your Mistress will cost you five more lashes where it hurts. So just continue on, but do leave out any recent.... ah.... any recent situations that Mistress may consider embarrassing."

"Yes Mistress, I will try. But only five lashes Mistress." mother smirked.

"Okay then! Make it ten. Just go on and tell me what happened next!"

Mother nodded at first, then reached out and lovingly grabbed her daughters hands.

"Oh please Mistress. Won't you take me, I mean, your slave home and tie her up. I can feel that the entire bottom of my dress is sopping wet from me leaking as I tell you what happened, Mistress..... Oh, please Mistress, can't we go now?"

Julie pretty well knew by now what her mother was going through, but wasn't going to say that she had the same problem. Her own butt felt like someone had poured a quart of diluted syrup on her crotch, and, besides seeing that there were still a number of other people roaming the park, couldn't wait to hear how mother liked having her pubic hairs plucked from her one by one.

"No slave! Just continue on, and don't leave out any details. Your new Mistress finds this very interesting, and may have her slave grow a fresh bush of hair, so Mistress can remove it in the same way!" Julie added with a sly expression.

Mother did see how her daughter was serious, and was more than happy to oblige.

"Yes Mistress. I will continue as commanded, and not leave out any details." mother answered as she felt another warm flow roll down her entrapped pussy lips.

"So there I was, hanging by my hands. Enjoying what little torment I was in at the time, what I wished was that Lisa would come back and do more. Anything! I knew it was going to hurt, yet I found myself craving for it to begin. I also remember thinking at times about Lisa, wishing that she was going to become my Mistress. I was obedient to her every command or wish since meeting Mistress, and enjoying that too. Then figuring that since she had left me hanging in this refrigerator, she must be enjoying thinking about my predicament as well. I let my body relax except my arms and hands to support me. I was for the first time fully suspended, then wondered how it would feel to be left handing like this for hours and hours. I convinced myself to let go of the straps to simply hang by my wrists. I let go of the straps. My wrists settled down tightly into the cuffs. I didn't know how long I was going to have to endure the additional pain in my wrists, arms, and shoulders. They were still sore from last night, but I didn't care. I let my head fall behind me and let my mind travel to new and distant levels of both pain and pleasure."

"It was some time before the lights came on as the door opened. I raised my head. I was in pain and cold, and enjoying it. Closing the door behind her, she walked slowly around me several times. Just seeing her made me feel warm again. Stopping in front of me, she stared at my pussy."

"It seems the cold air has stopped you from leaking so much, so I thought I would bring you something to help keep you warm for a while longer."

"She pulled a large dildo from her back pocket and showed it to me. It was completely smooth, and only about six inches long. The thing was it must have been almost two inches in diameter. The odd thing about it was that the base must have had at least a dozen small and rigid hard, flat pieces of plastic sticking out about half an inch or so. Without saying anything, she pulled up the stool to sit directly in front of my crotch. With my pussy still very wet, she easily slid it in me. Holding it in place with one hand, reached around behind her with the other. She produced a small bag of what seemed miniature clothes pins. Then, taking one pussy hair at a time, wrapped one hair at a time around each of those rigid posts before clipping it in place. I could feel each hair as she tugged it into position before clipping it. During the entire process, I wished she was a man, wanting to fucked to death just as I was. Oh, excuse me Mistress. I'm truly sorry Mistress. You know I don't normally use that term Mistress, but I was just trying to explain how I felt at the time, Mistress."

Julie, seeing how her mother was very serious, did excuse her from the slip of her tongue.

"Finishing that, and moving the stool away, gave me a very hard slap on my belly. She smiled as she saw my pussy naturally react to the slap. My pussy mussels retracted, which caused it to try and push the dildo out. Unfortunately, the hairs attached to it held on, stretching and straining my pussy lips. My mouth opened, but I did not scream. I only moaned as each hair attached to it was causing me terrible pain. There was nothing I could do about it. Experiencing bondage and pain that was out of my control was part of being a slave. So with tears now in my eyes as Lisa left again, I let my head again hang backwards until my keeper and controller, Lisa, returned."

"This time it didn't seem as long until she returned. I had started to shiver from the cold, but not very much. However, this time, she left the door open as she casually strolled in. She took her time inspecting me while talking."

"Well, I see that you haven't pushed your plug out all the way. It's too bad you have such strongly rooted pussy hairs. That must be very painful. But since I want you to help wash all those dirty glasses I've been saving up for you all day, I'll help you remove that painful dildo so it doesn't interfere with your work."

"Saying that, she grabbed hold of the dildo and jerked it out. That explosion of pain was enormous. I could tell she was enjoying herself as she nonchalantly held it up in front of my eyes to show me the dozen or so pussy hairs still attached to it. Inserting the juice covered dildo in my mouth while moaning, she told me to keep it in there until she removed it. Removing the spreader bar from between my feet, she put the stool back under me and told me to stand and unhook my arms. I had hoped she was going to leave me longer, but as it was, I tried to smile as best I could while holding that immense dildo in my mouth. She must have noticed this, and after telling me to step down and hold my arms out again to remove the suspension cuffs, gave me more instructions."

"It's easy to see that Mistress made a good choice! She's going to have a lot of fun with you. But for tonight, you're mine. And since I have a lot more hairs to pull out from your pussy, other than what you can see dangling from the end of that dildo, I want to get you home. So get down on your hands and knees and follow me."

"I got down on all fours and had to rush to catch up to her as she went back into the hallway. My arms and shoulders hurt, but I didn't care. She led me to the dinning room, and then behind the bar. I was glad that the place was closed and most of the lights turned off. She pointed to two sinks, one on each end of the bar. Both had big piles of dirty glasses stacked on the drip trays on either side of each sink. She said she had just filled each sink with hot soapy water, which I should appreciate, and to remain on my knees. As I finished each glass, I was to reach up and place it on the bar without getting up. Adding quickly that I was to keep the dildo in my mouth, she went back down the hallway."

"I went up to the first sink in front of me. Picking up my first glass and dish rag, I put my hands in the water. The warmth did feel good. I guess I hadn't realized until then how chilled I had gotten while hanging in the cooler. I looked at the clock. It was almost quarter to eleven. I didn't think I had been in there an hour and a half, but it must have been. So I set about doing my task. Kneeling on the hard rubber mats, dimpled so they would be non-skid, wasn't easy, but again I didn't care."

"When I had finished the first sink, I knee walked to the next, Lisa would appear every now and then to wipe things or put something away. I saw her bring the stool she had used and set it beside the bar. She brought out the two wrists cuffs I had been wearing and dropped them into a gym bag. Then reaching into the same bag, took out two regular looking cuffs. Placing them on the bar near where I was working, and almost finished with the glasses, she disappeared for the last time. Returning with my clothes and shoes, she set those on the bar and stood behind me until I was done. Told to stand up and dress, I did. She put the wrist cuffs on me, grabbed my keys and gym bag, and led me to the front door. She looked up and down the street. Not seeing anyone, motioned me outside before locking the door."

"There were only a few cars parked by this time, so she led me to mine and opened the door to the passenger seat. It kind of felt funny to be walking down the street, even the few hundred feet that we did. I was dressed, but held a big dildo in my mouth and wearing cuffs. Having me sit down in my car, she reached in the gym bag and pulled out some double ended clips. My wrists were clipped together, then my ankles. Lastly, she folded me almost in half and clipped my wrists to my ankles. Setting the gym bag on my back, she closed my door and got in the drivers seat. I wondered where she was going to take me, but it didn't matter. I was having the time of my life."




Inherited Passions Ch. 09



"I have the most fantastic mother in this universe." Julie said softly into her mother's ear. "And I hope I can be all the things you wish me to be, and more if you desire. All you have to do is ask as I still need to learn many things."

"I have no doubt you will, my beloved daughter and Mistress. And I will try to teach you all you will need to know."

After engaging in even a tighter loving hug for a short time, Julie finally let go and stepped back. 

"Now, you go look for Mistress Tonya's telephone number while I go pee. We need to find where can get a chastity belt for you before I set you up for the night to be teased, and tortured?"

"Yes Mistress."

As Julie turned and entered the kitchen, mother followed her while asking if Mistress needed to be serviced when finished peeing. Julie paused for a moment. Thinking about having mother lick her again as she leaned over to look at the absolute mess around her bottom, shaking her head Julie looked to see that her mothers was also very covered in pre-cum.

"No, I think I'll rinse off in the shower, but you might as well remain just like you are for as long as I want. I'm sure you will enjoy smelling herself all night. Just don't sit down anywhere. Now go look for Mistress's Tonya's number. I'm anxious to talk to her."

"Yes Mistress" mother replied as Julie continued heading for the bathroom. But coincidently, Julie had stopped to answer mothers question just as they were walking by the kitchen table. So as daughter disappeared through the door, mother took a moment to lust as she surveyed the empty table top. The waiting ropes beckoned to her, but following her Mistress's orders, went to her address book. Easily finding a well worm page with the heading of Tonya Westling, she laid it on the end table next to the telephone and knelt down to wait for Mistress. After a few minutes Julie walked out, only wearing the Chastity Thong as she sat down next to the telephone. 

"Have you tried to call her yet?"

"No Mistress. I was awaiting your permission, Mistress."

"That sounds like the proper thing to do. Do try and telephone her now."

Mother raised the handset and dialed the number. They both waited in anticipation, then mothers face expressed sadness as she hung up.

"I'm sorry Mistress, but that number is presently not in use."

"I'm sorry to hear that too, but try calling directory assistance. Maybe she just moved to another house in town."

"Yes Mistress. I'll try. And I do hope your right. I very much would like to talk to Mistress Tonya again, besides telling her how excited I am about having a new Mistress." mother said smiling at Julie. Picking up the handset again, she dialed the area code and directory assistance number.

"Yes operator, do you have a Ms Tonya Westling listed anywhere in your directory. Yes, that's spelled W..E..S..T..L..I..N..G... Thank you operator..."

Mother slowly repeated the number softly to herself as she wrote the new number below the older one. Julie watched mother again displaying enthusiasm and joy. This made Julie happy to see mother so happy. And as mother hung up the telephone and looked at her daughter, Julie nodded with her head to call the new number. Within seconds, mother formed a huge smile and began talking as Julie listened.

"Hello Mistress Tonya. This is your former, yet still devoted, slave Ann."

"Thank you Mistress. It is a pleasure to hear your voice again also."

"Yes Mistress, I am very well Mistress, and have been even better over the past few days."

From then on, Julie watched and listened as mother explained about losing her husband in the war, and grimed as mother explained how her little daughter had now become a woman. And seeing mother give her a wink when she explained how she was now a slave to Julie.

"Yes Mistress, a slave in all aspects. And as a matter of fact, that is one of the reasons I suggested that we try to contact you, Mistress. To ask where we can purchase a good chastity belt for me, Mistress."

"Yes Mistress. She is wonderfully cruel to me, but not near as good as you were to keeping me tied and in pain as your were Mistress."

"Only yesterday Mistress, but I should never talk about my Mistress unless I have her permission. If you desire me to, I can ask my new Mistress if she would like to speak directly to you. She is right next to me, Mistress."

"Yes Mistress, I will."

Mother asked Julie if she would like to speak to Mistress Tonya, and somewhat nervously, took the phone from mothers hand. But within a short time, they discussed how they had discovered their mutual desires. And it very amazing to Julie how Mistress Tonya really did know everything about her mothers deepest desires. Becoming very comfortable, and discussing her mothers desires as well as her own, soon Julie admitted she was now wearing the Chastity Thong. It was then that Julie became perfectly still and smiled at her mother as she answered Mistress Tonya's questions without hesitation.

"Yes Mistress. Being a Mistress to my slave is some enjoyment, but I still desire to be on the receiving end of uncomfortable long term bondage and chastity just as much as mother does. At least I believe so?"

"Yes Mistress! I have dreamed of being kept in strict uncomfortable bondage for many days while enjoying unspeakable tortures at times during the day or night."

"No Mistress, I'm not like other girls who want to come all the time. I mean... I did often masturbate, but that is because my hands were free and often found themselves massaging my clit and cunt nightly because they are not tied. I think I am very much like mother and prefer to be teased and left frustrated for many days, or even weeks. And really, much longer to be left denied orgasm. And is, I haven't been able for two days because I've been wearing the Chastity Thong for almost two full days now."

"Yes Mistress! The one you had made to chastity torture my mother... I mean, your slave Ann with."

"Oh yes Mistress! Mother has told me how you have kept her in chastity for months... and how much you enjoyed her torment. And also how much she enjoyed it also!" Julie answered while winking at mother and receiving a pleasant smile in return. But it even got bigger hearing Julie's next response to a question by Mistress Tonya.

"Oh Mistress! The thought of being denied an orgasm for six months, or even a year, sounds absolutely fascinating. And of course I would understand that once I commit to such a commitment, there should be no mercy."

"A visit! Next weekend! And you'll bring a belt for mother!... Oh Mistress. That's just fine with me as I would love to meet you. But let me check with mother first, to see if she knows of anything else is scheduled for then."

As Julie watched her mothers expression, especially her glistening eyes and open mouth, she knew that mother would be more than happy to meet Mistress Tonya again.

Julie and Mistress Tonya concluded their conversation over the next few minutes, exchanging addresses and phone numbers. It was only about a three hour drive for Mistress Tonya to come to them, and would arrive Friday around 6 PM. The other part of the conversation that mother didn't hear at the end was when Mistress Tonya "requested" that neither of them be allowed an orgasm until then. For Julie, this was going to hard, but decided she would accept this as a command from another Mistress. As for Mother, her slave, Julie was going to bring mother to orgasm right after tying her to the table. But it seemed that idea had to be put aside.

"Mistress Tonya has a very soft, yet very commanding voice." Julie noted as she hung up the telephone.

"Yes she has!... Almost like the need to obey her as if she was standing dominant before, and without question, my Mistress. She was my Mistress then, as you are now, and endured pain, humiliation, and sex, or lack of it for as long as she desired, just to please her. And as I explained to you before, you are now my new Mistress, and will do all of these things for you now."

Julie smiled as she sat on the couch a few moments, looking down and rubbing the Chastity Thong as she did so. She was thinking of the last few comments Mistress Tonya had made, and how to keep her promise. She decided to confide in mother, hoping that perhaps she would have some ideas of how to comply.

"Well slave," Julie began,, "at the end Mistress Tonya asked that we both remain without orgasm until she arrives next Friday. For me, because of going to school, I will simply have to control my urges during the day and wear the Thong every night. But for you, keeping you tied up all the time I'm home is fine, but I can't keep you tied up during the day!" Julie shrugged her shoulders.

"Why not, Mistress? As I mentioned before, I am ready and willing to be tied and denied for as long as you wish. And when you are here, you can keep my wrists short chained to my waist so that I can't touch myself. You will be able to watch me doing all the cooking and cleaning. I have lived in periods of total bondage before Mistress. Or also, you could put the Chastity Thong on me during the day since you won't be wearing it, Mistress. The decision is yours, Mistress."

Mother knelt in perfect posture, hands clasped behind her back, as she spoke very sincerely to her loving daughter. Her words, unbroken and most sincere, confirmed now calm and experienced she was as a slave. Also, from the expression and tone of voice, she was asking for both.

"Those are very good ideas slave, so I think I'll do both with you. When I leave for school every day, you will unlock the Chastity Thong from me so I can lock it on you. That way you can run to the store, or even escape from the house in case of an emergency. But otherwise, you are to remain naked all the time, and not to touch your breasts."

"When I get home, you will lock the Thong on me before supper. Then after we eat, I'll tie you up nice and tight until the next morning. Do you see any flaws in that arrangement?"

"No Mistress, I don't see any flaws in that. I do wish I could be bound a bit more during the day, Mistress, but I understand your concern when this slave is alone. Your wish is my command, my Mistress." mother finished while bowing her head.

"Okay then slave. Now let's go to the kitchen so I can get you set for the night. I'm tired and could use a nap."

Mother followed Julie into the kitchen, then told to remove her crotch rope and dildo. After setting the heavily cunt juiced slimed rope and totally drenched dildo on the countertop, being careful not to orgasm slave during the removal, she was allowed to pee. After finishing drinking her fifth cup, she laid down on the table as before after putting on her cuffs. Julie pulled the ropes as tightly as she could, leaving her slave held rigidly in place except for her head. With knees spread as wide as her arms above her to the corners of the table, mother kept quiet as Julie first put her hands on her hips, then picked up a rope from the countertop.

Sitting on the table top above mothers head, she tightly braided her mothers hair in with the rope. When done, she went under the sink and took out the scrub bucket and filled it with water. Hanging the bucket off the end of the table by the hair rope, mother had to smile at Julie's ingenuity. How she couldn't raise her head off the table, much less find it easy to turn it.

"I did learn some things while doing self bondage!" Julie boasted while picking up the still wet dildo and stuffing it in her slaves mouth. 

"Now don't push that out until I take it out tomorrow morning." she commanded as she picked up the leather belt. "I believe you earned ten lashes today for your insolence. And so you remember never to do that again, I'm going to make it ten on each tit, plus ten on your pussy for pestering me about leaving the park before I wanted to. But knowing that you might orgasm from the pain in your pussy and clit, I'll space those out until I go to bed." she smiled as mother grunted an agreeing "Hum, hum!" 

Positioning herself to do the right breast first again, and spared no mercy as she applied each hard lash right on each nipple. Tears were flowing down from mothers eyes before Julie was even half done with that breast, then simply moved over and delivered another ten to the left breast. Not wiping the snot coming from mothers nose, or paying any attention to mothers somewhat muffled groaning, Julie almost was ready to deliver the first hard lash on the clit before deciding she would wait. That might make mother cum right now. She set the belt down and admired her work, and her mothers fortitude. She very much hoped that could hold up just as well to the same treatment she was dishing out. Grabbing a cold beer from the fridge, and a towel to dry her newly wetted crotch, she sat down on the living room couch.

Stuffing the towel between her legs, her body was overflowing with the desire to masturbate even more than before. Torturing her mother was turning her on like she had never imagined would happen. Popping the beer open, she took a good gulp directly from the can, then thought about how much she wished she was tied to that table. She wondered just what might happen when Mistress Tonya got here Friday. Could she ask to be tied and tortured the whole weekend while Mistress and mother visited. She thought and thought about how to ask this as she finished her beer, then laid down. This being a Mistress and chastity stuff was very fatiguing, and stimulating.

Waking up after about 30 minutes, she went to pee, then checked in on her slave. She was still, and not knowing if she was sleeping or not, decided it best to be sure she was awake to feel the clit lash. With the dildo still in her mouth, mother's eyes opened as Julie gently stroked mothers belly while working down to her clit. It wasn't protruding as much as a half hour ago. After swallowing, she decided to fondle her mothers clitoris. It wasn't a hard decision at this point in their new relationship. It was just different to imagine herself doing this to enhance the pain the clit would experience when the belt lashed it. Within a few minutes mother was groaning as Julie dipped her finger into mothers still excreting wet pussy and used it as lubricant to stroke, twist, and pull the tiny nub. Then stepping away, picked up the belt and laid a hard stroke such that the tip of the belt landed directly on it's target. Julie awed at how mother strained on every rope to try and move, but to no avail. And after almost a minute of allowing the first rush of pain and mother's howl to subside, lashed it a second time. 

This time she waited a full two minutes before applying the third and final lash for right now. She adored the loud howling and new streams of tears flowing down mothers face. She hoped she had pleased mother while setting down the belt and returning to the living room to watch TV for an hour or so. But as a second thought, went back and applied some clothespins to mothers pussy lips before relaxing. 

The necessity of drying herself with the towel came after each of the next three clit torture sessions. The second was another three lashes, then two sessions of two each time. Each time she changed the position of the clothespins from the thighs, to her sides, then finally the breasts, always increasing how many she used. At 10:30, after the clothespins had been on her breasts for an hour, Julie removed all the clothespins, turned out the lights and went to bed. Before leaving she kissed each of mothers nipples, receiving a pleasant moan in return. She also had drunk two more beers by then, and did not find it hard to fall asleep. The dreams she had that night were more pleasant than ever.

When the alarm went off, Julie got up right away and found mother resting tightly in place. The dildo was still in her mouth. As she finally removed it, she gave instructions to her slave as she undid the ropes.

"When you are able to get up again, I want you first to make me some coffee, then remove my Chastity Thong so I can put it on you. And as I shower, make breakfast for only me. You can eat after I leave. And as I see that you didn't pee on the table last night, so as a reward, you only have to drink two cups of your pee before you have any coffee. I want two eggs and toast. While I'm gone, you are not allowed to touch, clean yourself, or sit down. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." mother replied feeling satisfaction that Julie had indeed taken on the role requested of her. And as her bindings were removed, she tried to ignore the pain of her veryly stiff joints as she struggled to sit up on the table. The legs ached, but the arms required a lot more effort to move. But after a minute or so, she finally got herself upright and scooted to the tables edge. Achingly, she got on her feet and set the coffee maker going as Julie sat and watched. The few cups didn't take long, then serving a cup to Mistress, she knelt down as Julie turned her back to her.

Dialing up the combination on the Thong lock took a bit longer with her numb hands, but as it opened, Julie reached for the larger pee container and started to empty her bladder as soon as the Thong was clear of her pussy. It came out to be only about two cups, since she had gone to the bathroom before bed. She simply handed the container to mother, saying it needed to be drunk by slave before she returned home. Then, before starting for the shower, placed the Thong on her slave. She made extra sure it was good and tight.

Returning to the kneeling position, mother eagerly drank Julie's urine first. She was really thirsty as she had not had anything since her own urine yesterday. Then, unsteadily at first, got to her feet and drank just two cups of her own piss. Mistress did not say she could release any more, so she didn't. She reset the coffee pot to brew a full pot, then stated making the eggs and toast with her cuffs still on. She really was starting to smell bad from not being able to wash for almost a day. Her womanly scent was very strong, as was the stench from her underarms. It reminded her of many times years ago when she was denied bathing, actually enjoying the memory. The smell of the eggs and brewing coffee also added to past days of food denial. After setting the table for Mistress, complete with a plate of eggs and toast, she knelt down on the floor near the table. The rope still attached to her hair braid slapped gently on her still sore back as she awaited her Mistress. Soon Julie walked back into the kitchen nude, but still drying herself off, and sat down to eat.

While eating, Julie paid little attention to her slave. When finished, she simply got up and went to dress for school. Not given any new instructions, slave waited on her knees in perfect posture even though she ached all over. It took twenty minutes before Julie returned all dressed and ready for school. Julie, understanding more about what true servitude was, looked down upon her kneeling mother.

"Okay slave. Did you dump my piss down the sink drain?"

Oh NOOO Mistress. Your slave has already drunk it as slave was told. Slave could never bring herself to abuse the sweet urine of her Mistress. Please Mistress. This slave is eager to enjoy the urine of her Mistress. It is truly a pleasure for slave to enjoy it."

"Okay slave. I believe you. And since you didn't pee on the table last night, you have full use of the house today, including the bathroom. But by the time I get home, everything better be spick and span." as Julie flung her backpack over her shoulder and started to leave. Then suddenly stopping, she slowly turned around and watch as her mother somewhat struggled to get to her feet. She thought back to how mother had told her how rough she liked it, and all the things Mistress Tonya had done to her. So, without too much consideration, added a few more commands.




Inherited Passions Ch. 09



"Well slave, I said everything to be spick and span, but not you. You are not allowed to wash yourself at all, or even wipe after using the toilet! And since you also have spend a lot of yesterday laying down, you are to remain standing on your feet all day. That means no sitting, laying down, or even sitting on the toilet for that matter. You'll have to squat! Understood?"

"Yes Mistress, and thank you Mistress for allowing me to eat and drink." mother replied as kind of a suggestion to her Mistress. Julie picked up on this, but decided it was going to be rough enough for her slave. She just nodded and left. Mother was kind of disappointed, but also understood that her new Mistress was indeed going to smile throughout the day at her slaves ordeal. And for tonight's torture, she just might need the nourishment. So after squatting over the toilet to finish peeing first, set about cleaning the kitchen after she ate, then the remainder of the house. Not being used to being on her feet for so long anymore, by early afternoon her legs began to hurt. But remaining true to her Mistress, she did not sit down, and just before 4 o'clock, prepared supper for just Mistress. Setting it to keep warm, she stood proudly next to the stove with her hands behind her neck. It was just about then, at the normal time Julie normally returns from school, that Mistress walked in.

Setting her backpack on the kitchen table, she first looked over her slave without saying a word. And after looking over the meal that awaited her, nodded her head before speaking.

"The meal looks and smells good, but you should already have the table set for me! As for you, you smell like a whorehouse with all that cunt juice running down your legs! Go stand in the far corner of the kitchen just as you are, and I'll serve myself. For tonight I was just going to suspend you until tomorrow morning on tiptoe a earned a punishment. I think you deserve about 15 lashes with the Cat while in full suspension for a lengthy time ." she said sternly while starring at slave. 

"Oh Mistress. I think this slave is so stupid that slave deserves at least twice that many lashes and all night suspension to insure slave does not forget her duties." mother was quick to reply.

Julie detected the eagerness in her mother's voice, along with her slight smile. Julie held her smile back as best as she could as she thought of how much her own delight was going to be to apply thirty brutal lashes to a another woman's back. Trying to sound annoyed, Julie responded.

"There you go again! Speaking without being instructed to! Well slave, you just earned those additional lashes, plus two on each tit. Do you think those are fare my slave?" 

"Yes Mistress." was all her mother replied as she moved to the far corner of the kitchen. She knew she would be really be hurting, both after the whipping and suspension, but eagerly anticipated it. It would be just like her younger years under Mistress Tonya. She waited eagerly as she watched her Mistress make her plate and slowly drinking the beer she had gotten to wash it down. When Julie finished, she stripped and had slave come over to remove the Chastity Thong. Without cleaning it, had slave put it on her. Julie had felt so completely empty all day at school, without the Thong. But of course, felt relieved of holding herself back from not touching herself or masturbating throughout the day. Perhaps even right in the classrooms.

"Now clean up this mess, put my clothes in the wash, and put the backpack in my bedroom. Did you leave the 2x4 between the doors in your bedroom for suspension?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good, then when you finish your chores, put on the suspension cuffs, and your ankle cuffs, before reporting to me." 

Picking up her half empty glass of beer, Julie picked up a small dish towel to put under her, and went to watch TV until her slave was ready for punishment. She had been creaming very badly all day and was glad she had put an extra period pad in her backpack. And when she went to pee after lunch, it was extremely stressful to wipe without bring her over the edge. It was then that she figured she should bring the towel with her when she went to whip her mother. She remember how badly she had started gushing during her mother's last whippings. As she watched TV, the sound and picture was there, but the only picture that appeared in her mind was her mother's stripped back, her trashing, moaning, and crying. A gag would definitely be needed for this. Finally slave turned with her cuffs on and stood at attention near Julia. Julie looked inquisitively at her. 

"How come you are not kneeling slave?"

"Mistress has not released slave from staying on her feet, my Mistress."

Julie had to think. Her slave was correct, and truly obedient. But without commenting about it, Julie told her to follow her to under the 2x4. Bringing over the chair and the stool, slave waited to be told to get up on the chair before spreading her arms as wide as they could go. Moving the stool to fasten each wrist cuff to the 2x4, having slave turn with her back to the largeness of the room, set the stool aside. It was a small task to pull slaves legs wide apart after removing the chair. Almost in a hurried fashion, Julie was reaching for the Cat when she spotted the dildo gag. While fastening it on mother, Mistress deliberately whispered into her ear "During punishment, there should never be any mercy. Right?"

Seeing mother nodding, Julie picked up the Cat. Even the feel of it in one hand while she pulled the knotted ends loosely through the other hand, she felt another rush of juices from her pussy begin to escape the Thong. Thinking about wiping her dripping pussy juices, she decided it will just get worse, She took up a position to start the punishment. This time with the Cat, there were to be no light lashes first. She knew her mother wanted them hard, just as she would want done to herself, and drew her arm far behind her. Aiming to land across the shoulder blades, she delivered the first blow. Her mother arched in pain, Julie saw how quickly the hard lash raised red stripes across her back. After half a minute, she laid a second one very close to the first. She spaced each strike out with plenty of time for the pain to fully envelope her slave. And as she slowly made a trail of red marks down the back, and deciding after ten strokes it was time to make them a deeper red, increased the strength of her delivery.

The knots at the end of each lash were making dozens of bright red spots while hearing her mother's moans. So as Julie continued lashing the middle of her slaves back, then the small of her back, she kept up using with the same brutal force. It was then that Julie decided, that since it would be on mother's ass, she increased it even more. Besides the lower back turning into welts, her butt began displaying even brighter red stripes leading to very nasty looking dark red circles. And by the end of lash number thirty, mother had stopped her squirming, but not her increased moaning. Or was it muffled screaming? Anyways, it was getting louder, and Julia's thigh's were dripping on the floor from her own juices. And observing mother's fiercely dripping pussy, Julia wiped herself first, then got a towel to put under mother.

Besides her arm getting tired, Julia decided to get another beer as she was beginning to sweat almost as bad as her mother was. As she left the room, Julie was scuttle in how she addressed her already pain filled victim. 

"Don't worry slave. I'm not done with you yet!"

Walking casually to the refrigerator, Julie got out another beer along with a clean glass. Sitting down in a kitchen chair, she couldn't believe how much she was enjoying whipping her own mother. Of course she knew that's what mother wanted, but? Then again, she wished so much that she was the one hanging by her wrists while whipped and left strung up for the entire night. All the things she and her mother had discussed over the past few days ran through her head. Then formulating it into one conclusion, she came to even more of a conclusion than she had before. Both her mother and herself not only relished absolute control as a submissive and slave, but also adorned pain to stimulate their sexual drive. And to top it off, they both wished to be denied orgasm for lengthy periods. Now satisfied she had brought all the pieces together, she took a big gulp of beer and went back to continue to wipe her mother.

Entering the bedroom, mother lay still in her suspension bonds as Julia quietly set down her glass, picked up the Cat, and laid more heavy strikes across the shoulder blades. This time the same fiendish marks that already marked her appeared where the last fingers of the Cat had landed. Taken by surprise, and the force, mother screamed through her gag. And now truly without mercy, Julie continued whipping her harshly from her shoulder blades all the way down to the small of her back. Then figuring she had delivered about sixty or so lashes by then, sat down on her mothers bed to take another short rest as mother also settled down from her squirming. After a few minutes, Julia got up and went between the few feet that was open between her mothers hanging body and the wall.

"Well slave, I'm done with your back, but I had promised two lashes to each of those beautiful breasts of yours. But with this little room to swing the whip properly, and since I did give you more on your back than what I said you would get, I'm going to wait to turn you around later before whipping those two tender mounds of yours."

Mother made no expression or movement from her Mistress's words. She was in too much agony to do so, although she was ready for her breasts to hurt as bad as her back felt right now. With her eye's half open , she saw Mistress move under her right outstretched arm and leave the room. She couldn't remember when during the whipping that she had let go of her fingers holding on to the strap built into the suspension cuffs, but now she was truly hanging by her wrists. Although the pain in her arms and shoulders was growing worse, it was nothing compared to what her back was shouting out to her. So, in enjoyment of her agony, she let herself hang still as the pleasures of pain and sexual stimulation enveloped her. 

Julie had turned on the TV, and after watching for awhile, put in one of the movies mother had purchased. She had seen it before, but watched it again anyways. She thought about getting another beer, but it was a school night. She went to her room and finished the little bit of homework needed done. Before she did, she quietly peeked in on mother. Hanging motionless, she did not disturb her rest. Her back looked awful, feeling both pride and sorrow in the pain mother must be in by now. Then, again she wished she was there in her place. So going to her own bedroom, Julia spent less than two hours to complete what was needed, then returned to mothers room. Slapping mother across the face to awaken her, Mistress ordered her to stand on the chair once her feet were released.

Slave obeyed as ordered, and even kept her arms raised as the wrist cuffs were untied and told to turn around. The only thing was that as Mistress reattached the wrist cuffs did mother realize that there was much more slack this time. And when told to step off the chair, she was just able to put her feet flat on the rug. But after removing the chair, Mistress pulled her legs so far apart that she could only support part of her weight by standing on tiptoe. Then looking at her Mistress, she became both excited and afraid as she saw Mistress pick up the Cat-of-nine Tails and approach her.

"After I deliver these next four lashes, I think slave will remember to set the table for ME. And I really don't know how well you're going to sleep tonight, or tomorrow night for that matter, after I lash those tender globes of yours. And to make this point, I've decided to double the strokes. I'm going to give you four hard lashes to each boob."

Mother's eyes opened wide as her daughter raised her arm far behind her and laid a brutal swath across slaves left breast. Landing very close to, but not directly on the nipple, slave arched and shuttered in pain. Almost immediately the lash landed squarely on the right breast. As Mistress excelled in enjoyment, within a few seconds another lash stung both the right and left breasts again. Mother by now was almost begging for mercy. But up to her Mistress, she accepted the following lashes to each breast with understanding yet pleading eyes. The last four had landed directly on each nipple, leaving mother in an awful whimpering state. And feeling another gush of pre-cum flow from her cunt beneath her Chastity Thong, Julie turned out the light and left the room.

As mother withered in agony, Julia turned off all the lights and soon went to bed. Even with her aching pussy needing to be satisfied, it was useless to even try. She took a shower and slipped into bed after setting her alarm. The towel she had spread out on her bed hopefully would catch most of her juices, but she would have her slave wash all her linen tomorrow. It took awhile before she went to sleep, but eventually Julia drifted off into both occasional recounts of her own self bondage, and further torturing of her new slave. Her only desire was to be the one tortured.

At 2 o'clock, the buzzing alarm awoke Julia back into the real world. Only half awake, she worked her way to mother's bedroom and shoved the plastic pee container up between her slaves legs. Within seconds dark yellow urine was flowing from slave. Half filling it before she had finished, Julie set it on the dresser and released the ropes from slaves ankle cuffs. Now able to stand on her feet, slave wanted to thank Mistress, but still gagged, Julie quickly went back into bed.

In the morning Julie got up and prepared herself for school as her mother remained in constant torment. It was only before she was ready for school, but bare below the waist, she finally released her mother. Taking her to the kitchen, she had the Chastity Thong placed upon her slave and put on her pads, panties, and tight jeans. And after instructing her slave to not sit or lay down until after 12:00 o'clock, she left her chastised slave to endure the constant torment of both stimulation and aching legs for what would seen like endless hours.

Mistress Julie repeated this same procedure for Monday night, except that night tied mother on top of the coffee table after serving Mistress supper. Before doing this, Mistress placed a very tight double crotch rope on her, then sprinkled some rice on the table top. Having slave lay down on her already tortured back, she tightly tied each of her mothers legs to one end of the tables legs from floor to table top. To complete her slaves bondage night, Julie had her put her arms together under the table and tied then together using rope through the D-rings of the leather cuffs. This did leave slave some slake to move her body, so Julie pulled them uncomfortably tight towards the table legs near mothers head. Mother didn't say anything, even though she wasn't gagged. But she did know it was going to be a long torturous evening as the rice dug into her tenderized skin, and arms bent behind and up, tied awkwardly and uncomfortably under her. Her Mistress was getting creative, and loved it.

Julie had been thinking all day of how she was going to torture her slave tonight, both from what mother had told her, and her own imagination. But she also realized how she liked to not only administer wanted pain to mother, but also to watch her suffering. As Julie looked down upon her suffering mother, she felt a sense of accomplishment in her work. To complete her preparations, Julie picked up a riding crop from the bedroom, then placed a double towel down on the couch to sit on. Watching this woman suffer both pain and sexual frustration right in front of her was going to leave her also suffering immense sexual frustration. She was going to be leaking very badly until she went to bed.

Julie truly enjoyed the evening, both the TV, and more so, her mothers endurance. Mother did not say anything, even when Mistress quickly began smacking her five times during each commercial break. And once every hour on the hour, Julie would add a hard smack right on her mothers clit. This was easy to do since Julie had carefully positioned the clitoris between and sticking out from between the double crotch ropes. And when it was finally close to 11 o'clock, Julie shut off the TV, gave mother some fresh pee, and stuffed a towel between slaves legs. While turning out the lights before going to bed, slave finally spoke.

"Thank you Mistress. It is a pleasure to serve and suffer for you, my Mistress."

Julie returned to give mother a very gentle and short kiss on her mothers lips. But today, it wasn't simply a mother/daughter smack as they exchanged ever so often. Julie once again felt those same waves of passion she had experienced in the shower with mother after her first whipping. But these were a hundred times more intense. Upon raising her head and seeing mothers broad smile, she gave in to her desires. Smiling back, Julie lowered her head down to mothers crotch, pulled the towel away, and kissed her mothers clitoris. Smelling the delightful odor of mothers sexually juice soaked crotch, gave in to her passions and licked it several times. This was the first time she had ever done such things to another woman, much less her own mother, but relished in the waves of pleasure and fulfillment that instantly consumed her from head to toe. Taking a few seconds to settle down from this most stimulating experience, she replaced the towel in mothers crotch. Returning to mothers lips, Julie gave her bound mother a tight hug while giving her a passionate and lengthy kiss. Mother returned it with just as much intensity and desire.

"I love you mother." Julie whispered after finally breaking their embrace. 

"Just as much as slave loves her Mistress!"

"Are you sure you you'll be alright for the night."

"That's a silly question, my Mistress. And goodnight Mistress."

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Not knowing how to answer that, Julie took a short shower and went to bed. Now accepting her decision to admit to herself she was truly enjoying all the new wonders of womanhood with her most diversified mother, sleep came much more quickly. This also brought on a new sequence of dreams. And although Wednesday morning she and her mother went through the same routine as during the past two days, Julie did not tell mother about them. So off to school she went while trying to sort out what those dreams meant. Only about noon did she know what she was going do when she got home that afternoon. She needed to be just as much a slave as mother was now, and even more so if possible. Tied, sexually tormented, and tortured for endless hours. She boldly greeted her waiting slave.

"Slave. You have served and obeyed me well over the past several days, I know this is your desire, but your Mistress has desires also. So, what I wish is to change places until tomorrow morning. You will be my Mistress, and I shall be the slave who needs punishment. I say this, just as you said to me, that I need this also to feel complete. So, until tomorrow morning, can you be My Mistress? To torture me, well, as best you can, and as long as you can, until then!" 

Then reaching to gently help her mother to raise from her knee's, Julie knelt down in front of her. Clasping her hands behind her back, Julie then pleaded with her vocal tone and pleading eyes.

"Please mother. I need this very badly also."

Mother realized more than ever her daughter's desire, and after running her hand over Julie's hair, pulled up a chair and rested her sore legs as she pulled up a chair to sit in front of her submissive daughter.




Inherited Passions Ch. 09



"I will do as you ask, and I'm sure you have thought about what you would like to endure? And how about marks that may expose your desires to the public? You know we have to be careful until you graduate."

"Yes Mistress. I have given a lot of thought to this today. And really, I am still so new at this, that I can't think of anything I would like to experience that wouldn't leave marks... except suspension. I think that if I was suspended until tomorrow morning like you first discovered me, I could wear long sleeved blouses through Friday to hide my wrist marks. Those should disappear by gym on Tuesday. Don't you think so, Mistress?"

Mother took her daughter's head within her hands while shaking her head.

"Julie... for tonight I shall just be 'Mother' to you, and you will simply be Julie. This will just be a break from you being my Mistress, and me a slave. Calling me Mistress seems out of place for me, and I rather not hear me called that. Okay?"

"Yes mother. I understand. But what about a long termed suspension? And are there any other tortures you know of that will not leave marks on me? At least I hope you do?" Julie smiled.

"Well, hanging from your wrists until tomorrow, you will not be able to sleep and hurt your attention at school. But, if your remember right, when I found you hanging by your wrists, you asked to endure it for six to eight hours! So, I think you will be able to hang for about that amount of time and see how you do. Then around 10 o'clock, I'll let you down so you can stand on your feet for the rest of the night. How about that?

Julie cocked her head slightly, and smiled.

"Yes mother. You're right! But even that sounds great." as she felt another rush of pre-cum exit her. "But what about other things do you know to add some other delightful agony's to my bondage?"

With a devilish smile, mother's eye's drifted as she began to answer.

"Oh my child. I'll do know, and endured, some other tortures like..."

"Oh, please stop!" Julie interrupted her. "I'm ready for some more surprises, so just do as you wish. I'll be your captive, and you my torturer. Is that alright with you."

"Is that what you want...? To be tortured as a captive or prisoner?"

Julie looked pleadingly to mother. "Yes mother... I want... I need this so badly... No 'Safe' words... Just do it and let me suffer in exquisite pain... Mother... I need this very badly!"

"It's a deal! ..." mother responded while thinking how much her back still hurt from Julie's last whipping, "Now go strip and prepare yourself for a night of abuse. Be in my bedroom when you are ready."

Still on her knees, Julie made the few knee steps to come hug her mother, then went to her bedroom as mom gave her a hard slap on her ass. She then got up and went to prepare for her daughter's torment by the 2x4 still laying across the top of two open doors. She got out her suspension cuffs, rope, then went to get her sewing pin cushion. She got the container for peeing, several hard covered books. And as Julie entered her bedroom, mother turned to see her naked daughter. But in her mind, she immediately noticed Julie's hands were empty. 

"Where's your pussy soaked panties from today, along with the pad you wore all day?"

Julie stopped in her tracks, and before turning around quickly to retrieve them from her own bedroom apologized for not thinking ahead. Within a few seconds, Julie returned with the almost pussy cream soaked articles. Handing them to mother, who set them down, she took Julie's hands and began to slide a suspension cuff over her left hand. Julie reacted immediately.

"Please mother. I wish to hang simply by my wrists as you first found me. I didn't know about suspension cuffs then, and was ready to hang by just my wrists then, just as I am now. Can we use just regular leather wrist cuffs? Please?"

"Well, Okay! But it will hurt a lot more as time increases. You understand that, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. And I am prepared for it. Just as I am for any other tortures you do to me."

Mother frowned as she withdrew the suspension cuffs and started to strap the wrist cuffs on Julie.

"You understand that once I gag you, there will be no turning back from the pain I inflict upon you."

Julie sort of lowered her head, just for a moment, then responded with standing perfectly erect and spoke in a 'matter of flat' voice.

"I think that you most likely were the same way at my age, and for many years after. Is that right mom?"

All mother could do was continue to place the wrist cuffs from her onto her daughter as they exchanged smiles. When done, she had Julie stand on two hard covered books, and raise her arm's in a wide angle to be attached to the 2x4 while standing on tiptoe. Stepping back, mother again could not help but stand for a minute as she admired how beautiful her daughter looked in her present state. She had removed the books, so Julie hung in beautiful profile by her wrists. Her toes barely scraped the carpet. Totally nude, her lean figure stretched so her arms were straight lines, a flat belly, and her petite breasts topped with delightfully looking nubs screaming to feel both pleasure and pain. Mother cupped the Chastity Thong that she still was wearing. Grabbing a stray towel, she had to wipe the stray juices leaking out the edges and dry her tights. As she set it down to pick up Julie's pussy soaked gag, she heard her speak.

"Mother, can I ask you a question about Mistress Tonya?"

Mother turned with a questioning look, then walked back to stand in front of her now suspended daughter.

"Yes, Of course you can."

"Well," Julie spoke politely as she delighted in being in her present situation. 

"From what you have told me of her, and talking on the phone, what do you think will happen when she arrives here Friday night? Do you think she might take us both in as full time slaves?"

"I've been thinking about that too, and frankly, I'm not sure. She may ask... or... I really don't know. What do you think?"

Getting used to the small initial pain in her wrists and shoulders, Julie thought this was a good time to let her thoughts known.

"I've been thinking a lot about it too. And you know my desires. Do you think it would be appropriate for me to offer myself as a slave also? To allow myself to serve and be tied up as the same time you are serving her, being Mistress to both of us?"

"Hee, hee." mother softly murmured. "I've thought of that also, but I wouldn't place any hopes on that my dear. We don't know her situation right now, which is especially true about what slaves Mistress Tonya may have now. Or even if she would still desire me anymore because of my age. And I've even have thought about how I would feel if she didn't desire me anymore, but wanted you to be a total slave to her... I mean, we just don't know! We'll have to wait."

"Yes mother. I understand. So I think you should punish me now for having asked such dumb questions. Don't you?" Julie suggested in a suggestive fashion.

Mother didn't need any further prodding. She picked up her daughters panties, inserting them into Julies mouth to taste her own juices, then the soaked pad she had worn all day followed. A scarf secured them in place. Rope pulled Julie's legs far apart before tying them off. Then picking up the pin cushion from the dresser top, she selected only the straight pins with a plastic round head as she first displayed them in front of Julie's eye's before pushing them through the nipples. Julie watched, in frozen stature, as the straight pin was first pushed horizontally through the base of each nipple, and then one horizontally. The pain was, and wasn't, too extreme as Julie sucked in her breath as each passed through her sensitive skin. Swinging her head from side to side, she did not even moan as each needle penetrated her sensitive nipples, Entirely new to this torture, she quickly decided that she was ready for more. This is when she found out about mother's other plans.

Watching through semi-tear filled eyes, she watched as mother sat the chair of front of her and sat down. Julie's cunt was dripping wet, but instead of using a towel, mother carefully and slowly licked the delightful nectar from her daughters body. Julie strained at her bonds as wave's of pleasure filled her brain with earnings to be brought to orgasm. But mother was too skilled, and after the forth and final touch of her tongue, allowed Julie to simmer down a minute before proceeding. 

Then taking one needle at a time, first pushed one though her left pussy lip. Not done yet, passed the protruding end through the right pussy lip. From her prime viewing sight, mother did not hesitate to do the same to her pussy lips just below the first pin after seeing Julies cunt juices literally flow from between the now more confined pussy lips. Amazingly, Julie hardly moved as the needles were inserted. For a moment, mother even wondered if her daughter could withstand more pain than even herself. She smiled to herself at that thought.

It was then that mother decided to perhaps be a little more diabolical than she originally planned. Selecting one more pin, and with Julies clitoris already protruding beyond it's protective cover, she placed the sharp point in the side of her clit while watching her daughters face. Applying more and more force, she eventually plunged the pin all the way through Julie's clit. She could see her daughter was in pain, but not so much as to exhibit any type of rejection to what she was enduring. After carefully looking her over, and taking pleasure in her work to torment her requesting daughter, mother again stood up and admired her now truly suffering body. Again her hands grasped the Thong she wore as she admired her daughters utterly beautiful formed body.. Oh God, how she wished she could bring herself to orgasm. But she was denied that, and succumb to her present ordeal of denial through chastity. She was a good slave. Letting her daughter to enjoy her suffering, she retired to the living room to watch TV while enjoying several cold beers. 

Checking in on Julie every hour or so, and being ever so quiet, Julie was simply hanging by her wrists without displaying any signs of wanting to get free. And so, after allowing her to hang for six hours, at half past 10, mother clicked on the light as she entered her bedroom. Standing in front of Julie, mother could see clearly the stress on her daughter's face that she was enduring. 

"Julie, are you alright? Do you need to be untied?"

Julies eye's registered instant panic as she vigorously shook her head 'No'. Mother smiled, and not being able to hold herself back anymore, used the index finger on each hand to gently stroke each of Julie's nipples with her fingernails. Julie was startled for less than a second before rolling her eye's and slowly turning her head as waves of pleasure flowed to her brain from her breasts. Mother kept this up for about 15 seconds, letting her daughter feel for the first time how it felt to be sexually teased on her breasts. So as Julie's eye's began to beg for more, mother first checked Julie's hands for blood circulation, then changed the subject.

"Do you need to pee?"

Slowly Julie nodded 'Yes' as she continued to feel the ache from her pierced and now very sensitive nipples, pussy, and clit. Mother picked up the container and pressed it gently into Julie's crotch. This was an easy task with her legs spread so wide. The opening of the container was wide enough that it didn't touch any of the tormenting stick pins adoring her bottom. Releasing her urine into a container came easier than last weekend as peeing into coffee cups for her slave to drink. After giving out a little more than a pint, Julie saw her mother step back and empty her own urine into the container. Setting it down on the dresser, mother now wanted to continue her daughters test training.

"I know by now that you've sucked most of your pussy juices out of your gag, so I'm going to remove it. Then, if you want something to drink, you can have either water or warm, fresh piss. It's up to you, but if you want to be a captive or slave at times, or all the time, you might as well get used to piss!"

Julie had already made up her mind in the short time it took mom to remove the now saliva soaked period pad and panties.

"I'll take the piss, so as not to irritate my captor." Then, despite the pain emanating from her wrists and running all the way down into her back, joking added "And a beer chaser." 

Both giggling as she tipped the container against Julie's lips, Julie didn't hesitate to swallow a fair amount before raising her head signaling to stop.

"It really isn't that bad at all, is it! Just like drinking warm, salty water. Just like you said!,,,,,, But mother, I would like to ask you something, and see if you think it would be okay."

"Certainly." came the reply.

"Well, I've been thinking. I really haven't missed very much school this year from being sick. And I can tell you I do already have pretty good grades. So if you were to call in and say I was sick tomorrow, then you could leave me like this until, say, tomorrow afternoon."

Julie had made her awesome request. Mother, then placing her hands on Julie's cheek's, took on a serious expression.

"And besides, enduring this for so long, I would like to prove to myself, and you, that my desires are true, and not just fantasy. And then, if Mistress Tonya should decide to have me to serve her by enduring bondage, I'll be ready and willing."

"You may be taking on more than you can handle, if you know what I mean." mother stated flatly while shifting her head. "Mistress Tonya enjoys torturing women using more than just bondage, if you remember some of the things I told you." 

"Yes, I know mother. Like the whippings, shoes, torture bra's, and chastity. But if you don't gag me again, I'll be able to let you know if I need to be let down at any time. Besides, I wouldn't want to disappoint myself either!!"

"Yes dear, I understand." mother agreed as she softly kissed her daughters neck. "So I'll let you hang, suffer, and enjoy. Perhaps even longer than you asked, if you really wish to check your limits and consider me your captor. I won't gag you, but I'll remove the stick pins to see if you can last at least through the night."

"Oh no. No mother. Please. I'm enjoying their torment too! And actually, would like you to add even more."

Mother stood shaking her head, hands on her own naked hips.

"Like mother; like daughter... Alright! I'll increase your pain level, then let's see if you make it until morning. I'll add more pins... Let me see?"

Picking up the pin cushion, she saw that there were about 18 standard stick pins left along with several smaller and medium sized sewing needles. She looked over her beautiful daughter's completely exposed body. With a wicked smile, she would grant her daughter her latestvwish. She thought about having Julie stick out her tongue and put some pins through it, but she wouldn't be able to ask to be let down. And if Julie didn't have a shaved pussy, she could have put three or four pins in her love mound. Her bush would hide the small pin pricks... But, given a few days, even on bare skin the marks would be healed and gone. Mother made her decision. 

Pulling up the chair to sit down, she pierced Julies love mound with two horizontal needles just above her slit. Then to balance the pattern even more, added two more needles just to the right and left of those. With the pain Julie was already in, these new additions did not add a lot to her suffering, but did cause additional moans and groans as each was added. After pulling the chair back, mother felt another rush of sexual juices flow from her cunt as she envisioned Julie with dozens of trinkets permanently attached to such a lovely and young body. 

Then, looking down at her own body, she remembered the few she once had while a slave to Mistress Tonya. Oh... How she enjoyed them. Not only how she loved having them, but how Mistress Tonya always enjoyed viewing them.

"I think that's enough for now, my tortured captive. So I'm going to have my first whisky since Sunday, then I'm going to bed. Wake me only if you need to be let down, but that would be disappointing to me also!" she smiled as she left for the kitchen. And within an hour, Julie was cast into darkness as mother rolled into bed. But that wasn't before mother had given Julie a soft lick of her tongue to each tortured nipple saying "Enjoy your suffering tonight..."

To be continued...



Inherited Passions Ch. 10



As her suffering daughter hung only ten feet from her, mother was tired and went to sleep quickly. But tonight's dreams were different from ones she had stated to have on occasion since discovering her daughter's desires last weekend. They became much more intense, and much very pleasurable.

During these dreams, both were slaves under Mistress Tonya. Made to pleasure each other until reaching the edge of orgasm, then denied it. They were hung by their wrists side by side and whipped. Left for the night, the next day they were hung face to face and whipped. With breasts and bellies touching, they could only kiss each others lips as unsatisfied animalistic sexual desires consumed their bodies. Together they served their Mistress in every way; naked and shackled. 

And lastly, just before awakening, she was tied spread-eagled in bed, and Julie was tied just opposite her. The thing was that Julie's head was by the footboard with one of her legs under mother's leg, and the other over the top. Tied so tight, with their crotches pressed firmly against one another, any slight movement would only sexually torment them. Mother awoke in a sweat as she felt her love juices flowing from underneath the Chastity Thong and down her thigh. She smiled at the feel of her flowing liquid, and that of being tied to be tormented by her own daughters crotch pressed against hers. Oh, what a sexual torture that would be. 

Opening her eyes to view Julie, even in the dim light, she still hung in anguish. Quickly looking at the clock, mother quickly got out of bed to check on her daughters condition. She wondered if Julie had cried out during the night to be let down, but didn't wake her up. Softly placing her hands under Julie's chin, she raised her head to view her daughter's face. It was filled with evidence of enduring a lot of pain. Worrying if she had perhaps should not have allowed Julie to be suspended all night, mother held her face up with one hand while stroking her hair with the other.

"Julie, my dearest. Did you call for me to let you down."

Very tired from pain and lack of sleep, slowly Julie opened her eye's and formed a soft smile.

"No mother... I didn't." came softly as mother continued her gentle embrace without responding at first.

"Are you ready to be let down, or do you still want to stay as you are?"

"What time is it?" Julie asked as she noticed the sunlight through the window shade. 

"It's a little after 7 o'clock, so you've been up there for around... oh... 15 hours. That's a long time girl, and I know your in a lot of pain right now!" mother answered bluntly. And to her surprise, Julie was quick, although not speaking fast, replied.

"You know I'm in a lot of pain mother. But if you leave me here like this, I would appreciate it."

Mother let go of her daughters head to first check Julies hands. They were still okay, so she checked the pins and needles. Being bloodless, she dragged her fingernails along the underside of her daughters breasts as she spoke.

"So you want to continue to endure this until sometime this afternoon, do you? Are you trying to impress me or Mistress Tonya."

"I guess it may seen that way. But really mother, I think I'm trying to impress myself more. As I said, I've always wanted to endure endless tortures, and now I am actually doing it. So I'm ready to endure this torture for as long as you would like me to endure it. And I can always ask to be let down, but I leave that decision isup to you."

Julie's answer was sincere. And mother realized that again, her daughter preferred to be the tied and tortured slave other than a Mistress. And as much as she herself wanted to be a tied and tortured slave, she also knew how much her daughter desired it also. And still wondering if Julie wanted and could stand just as much pain as herself, she gave Julie a hard slap on the ass.

"Okay my tortured slave. I'll let you hang and suffer until I'm ready to let you down. Now I'm going to make myself a nice breakfast while you enjoy your torture." as mother headed towards the bedroom door.

"You told me you were once hung by your wrists for two days?" Julie asked in a inquisitive, yet sarcastic tone.

"That I did, and more than just once!" mother replied as she slowed her pace to answer. Then stopping as she turned her head to face her daughter, decided to let Julie know who was in charge again.

"So don't push your luck with me, young lady. I saw in your eyes how you enjoyed torturing me, and I am now enjoying torturing you. So, if you want to chicken out, you can ask, but I can make it much worst for you!"

"Do your best, but I'm not going to give in to such little pain as this! Torture me as much as you want, but I won't tell you a thing!" Julie spouted back, although it took as much strength as she had left to literally shout it at her captor. She then slumped back into her now normal constant state of agony and endurance. But a second before this, she smiled to give mother the answer she would understand.

Mother continued to the kitchen. Shortly she was sipping coffee while rubbing the Thong, then ate a nice breakfast. All the time she was thinking of what to do with Julie's desires. She was also thinking about Mistress Tonya's arrival Friday night. It was during her second cup of coffee that she came to a conclusion that she hoped would come true. Both her and Julie wanted the same type of life. Good or bad, they both wanted to be totally slaves. Controlled, and used for chores, as sex toys, or torture toys.

Then feeling natures call, mother decided to test Julie's desires even more. First shr called the school to say Julie had come down with a bad case of the flu. She wasn't even sure Julie might be able to attend tomorrow either. Returning to the bedroom, she emptied her bladder into the container right in front of her daughter.

"Do you have to pee?" mother asked while swirling the warm smell liquid in front of her daughters nose..

"Yes, I do."

"Well, you'll have to hold it for a time. Right now you only have the option of drinking it... Only if you are thirsty that is!" Mother casually put the warm urine container to Julies lips. And drink she did, not realizing just how much this would effect her in an hour or two. Then, to Julie's surprise, mother set down the container only to pick up the single strand whip. Taking up position behind Julie, she at once started slowly laying the strap across her daughter's back and ass as she spoke.

"Oh, I let the school know that you came down with a bad case of the flu, and most likely would not be able to attend classes Friday either. And so, since it was your idea for me to lie to them, I think you should be punished... I think 50 lashes should be sufficient, don't you?" 

By this time, with mother talking so slowly, she had already received 4 lashes. They were painful, but in tune with her desires, was ready for a lot more.

"I think a hundred lashes should make me not wish to have you lie for me. Don't you mother."

"Well, perhaps your right." Snap!

"Then I'll make it 50 for each day." Snap!

"That's 50 this morning." Snap!

"Then another 50 this afternoon." Snap!

Mother didn't pay attention to her daughters struggles as she applied the number of lashes as promised. Then, as she placed several towels under her daughter in case of an accident, she saw the streaks of tears down her face and chest. Patting Julie's cheek, mother smiled as Julie strained to say "Thank you, my Mistress... I mean captor."

Mother did let her hang, without even looking in on her, until almost noon. Then, without ceremony, she let Julie pee into the container since the towels remained dry. Of course this was after mother first emptied her pee into it, then let Julie drink as such as she could before allowing her daughter to relieve herself. The small holes on mothers Chastity Thong she was wearing made the urine flow come out slower, so she knew that with her daughters bladder almost screaming for relief, this was another torture in itself. Leaving the room again, without saying anything this time, she heard Julie's tired and strained voice utter another "Thank you." 

During the afternoon, mother changed the sheets on Julies bed. She had already decided Julie wouldn't be sleeping in it tonight either. Her daughter wanted pain, and was going to get it. And just in case it was needed, Julie's bed would be all set. Finishing up with lunch for only herself, and making the bed, it was almost 3 o'clock. Returning to the bedroom, mother raised Julie's head.

"Ready for the next 50 lashes?"

'Yes' Julie nodded slowly.

Mother could tell the length of her daughters torturing was taking a toll on her body, but took no pity on her. As she applied the whip again to Julie's back and ass, she remembered just how much she embraced the tortures form Mistress Tonya. So on Julie's already tender flesh, new red lines crisscrossed those from the mornings whipping. At times throughout the day, mother had to towel her crotch dry, but after whipping her beautiful daughters body, it definitely was a must. And again, during the entire whipping, Julie strained against her bonds. She moaned much more this time, but never screamed, and never loud. She took it like a good slave should, and when finished, again thanked mother as she left the room. Mother was very impressed. Her daughter's image, strung up as she was, never left her mind. It was causing her body to respond with desires that she still knew she desired. An orgasm would be so sweet right now. Straining to control herself, finally at 4:30, she returned to her tortured daughter.

After allowing Julie to pee again, since this was easy with her legs spread so wide, mother slowly let each of Julies legs down to stand on the floor. Julie didn't utter a word as she was able to relieve the strain on her wrists to find herself standing. Even though she able to somewhat move her arms from the now little slack in her bondage, mother waited to see just how much more her daughter could really take.

"There! Now that you've spent a full day hanging by your wrists, are you prepared to spend another 24 hours standing on just your feet?"

In just a little bit more energy than mother thought Julie still had, she got her answer as the fresh surges of pain from being released of body tension caused her face to distort.

"Yes! Do to me as you wish. I'll never talk! String me up again for a week if you wish!"

Without sounding surprised at Julie's response to her question, mother figured out that Julie had placed herself in an interrogation scenario. Mother remembered that at times she, herself, had done the same in order to endure the pain and suffering. To play along, mother took up the same attitude.

"I'll just do that... In a day or two... Right now I'll let you suffer, but the pain will NEVER end. I'll get the information I want from you... And BE SURE ABOUT THAT!" was all mother said as she let her daughter continue her requested torture. She knew that if Julie wanted out, all she had to do was ask. Mother was willing to let her loose anytime she asked, but still admired her dedication. She didn't bother Julie throughout most of the evening except for allowing her to pee and have some dry toast and real water around 7 o'clock. Allowing Julie to stand on just her tiptoe, if she could the whole day, allowing Julie to pee again at 11:00, mother simply went to bed in front of her suffering daughter. She could tell Julie's body was in dire pain, but didn't hear a word from her as she slid into bed. So be it. Her daughter requested desires were performed exactly as requested; and perhaps more so. They were both 'Pain Sluts', and wished a life as such. She slept quietly that night, now dreaming about her past life with Mistress Tonya. Oh, if only...

In the morning, mother didn't awaken with as much concern for her daughter. Yes, she did check on her right away, but seeing that Julie had learned how to sleep with arms stretched tight even while her feet hardly rested on the floor, she left her alone. After making breakfast, she stripped her own bed and washed the sheets. Upon seeing Julie finally awaken, displayed in blissful nudity, mother allowed her to pee again. And after giving her dry toast, washed down with piss this time, she left her daughter to prepare the house for company. Vacuuming and dusting, making the kitchen spotless, and many of the other things proper for Mistress Tonya to not be annoyed, she did take care of her still tortured daughter. She set out all the bondage implements and toys neatly on the coffee and end tables around the living room. Cleaning each one as she did so took time, but she continued to do so until 4:30. Finally, she placed her most desired treasure, her metal collar from Mistress Tonya, and placed it in the center of the coffee table. This is when mother made her announcement to Julie. After making her aware of her presence by a semi-hard slap on her daughters face, mother stood with hands on her hips in front of her.

"I'm going to string you up again by your wrists, but only if you want. This time it may be for only a few hours... or another day... or perhaps longer if Mistress Tonya desires it. But this is only if you agree. Do you want to be set free, or to suffer more? Mistress Tonya will be here in a few hours. Do you want to meet her at the front door or like you are? Left hanging by your wrists! It's your decision!"

Mother kind of knew that by this time Julie really didn't know what time of day it was, or even what day it was. Mistress Tonya said she would arrive around 6:00 Friday evening. That was only an hour and a half from how. And if Julie wanted truly to spend a life as a slave, hanging her by her wrists again would be more of a test than holding one's arms out for an hour. That is at least what mother had thought, and hoped conditions were such that Mistress Tonya could somehow satisfy both their desires. Anxiously, she awaited her daughters answer.

"I am ready, Mistress. I'm ready to hang like this as long as you, or Mistress Tonya, will take pleasure in seeing me suffer." was all Julie said in a weak and tired tone.

Mother hesitated a moment, now sure what the answer meant, then started looping the bottom ropes through the ankle cuffs again. If Julie wished to be set free, she would have say something. So, in a slow rhythm, pulled her daughters ankles off far off to each side. Within several minutes, Julie again hung only by her wrists. Mother then draped the single lash whip over her lowered neck, and kissed her sincerely on the lips. Julie responded in a most surprising way. Returning mothers affection by attending to intensify and lengthen the kiss, mother finally pulled away. But mother was not going to reveal yet what she had in mind. So without any more communication, mother went near the front door and took up her kneeling submissive position. Hands clasped behind her back, she awaited either the door bell or a knock on the door.

For more than an hour, mother remained in her position. She did not shift her knees what so ever. True, she was kneeling on carpet, but she had endured much longer than an hour on a hard floor. Her former Mistress was arriving, and was not about to disappoint her. She waited. Finally the faint sound of a car stopping, and the sound of car doors closing. She kneeled at attention. And with a soft knock, mother raced to the door. Opening it with a bow, she held back her tears of joy as Mistress Tonya stood before her. Returning to her kneeling position, she watched as Mistress Tonya came to stand in front of her once again. And right behind Mistress stood a smiling slave Lisa. Stepping inside after closing the door, Mistress stood in front of her former slave.

"So, you have not forgotten how to address Mistress!"

"Oh no, Mistress Tonya. I regard you as my one and only true Mistress, Mistress Tonya."

There was a short pause. Tonya was watching tears of joy forming in her former slaves eyes. She was also watching how Ann and Lisa were silently communicating with each through their eyes and expressions. Their love for each other had not diminished over all these years. Tonya smiled.

"I see that you two are very happy to see each other again. Maybe later I'll allow you both to get reacquainted. But for right now, where is your daughter? Is she not your Mistress now?"

"Well, Mistress Tonya, we are presently doing a Switch right now. I am now presently her captor, Mistress. She is being tortured in my bedroom... by her own request, Mistress."

Mother had decided to let all be known right away. She had hoped Mistress Tonya would understand, and quickly found out that Mistress Tonya understood the situation more than she had expected.

"I kind of figured that out after our chat on the telephone, but didn't expect it quit this soon. I'll love to see your daughter. Show me!"

As mother got to her feet, she couldn't help but stare at her one time real love. They both had suffered so much pain together because of their love for each other, and knew both would do it again if necessary. Holding back her emotions, mother lead them to her bedroom. Julie was slow to react as the light was turned on. Again going down on her knees, mother explained her daughters suffering.

"Mistress Tonya and Slave Lisa, this is my daughter Julie. She has just spent a full day of suspended by only her wrists, then a day standing on just tiptoe. She was just put back into total suspension by just her wrists at 4:30 this afternoon, my Mistress. She desired this treatment, and since you are now here Mistress Tonya, you have control over her torture, my forever Mistress."

Tonya took an instant interest in the young and perfectly beautiful body of Julie. She approached her immediately, running her hands up and down the young and firm fresh of the girls body. Being careful to avoid the needles and pins, Julie became aroused from this lovely woman now feeling her up. Dressed in a tight black leather halter top and mini-skirt, Julie found a new reservoir of energy as she felt and listened to Mistress Tonya.

"You said she has already spent a full day in suspension, then a full day on just tiptoe. Now back in total suspension, she must be in a lot of pain. Did you ask her to do this?"

"Oh no, Mistress. It's at her own request, Mistress."

Walking around her, and after a few smiles from Tonya as she pulled gently on Julies right nipple pins, Tonya had to ask.

"And did she say how long she could stand remaining in this...torture."

"Actually she did not... except saying as long as you would enjoy her suffering, my Mistress."

Lisa stood still and watched as Mistress Tonya closely inspected the pins and needle in Julie's bottom. Then taking hold of the needle through the clitoris, pulled on it to extend it a full half inch from her body.

"Do you like to be tortured? Are you a pain slut just as your mother?"

Julie clinched her teeth again as new waves of pain erupted from her clit. But now recognizing that was the for real Mistress Tonya, which she had already learned about, was ready for more.

"Yes, Mistress Tonya."

"Oh my!" Tonya exclaimed to Slave Ann. "Your Mistress, or should I say 'slave', is very much like you. As soon as I saw her, she reminded me of how you looked naked and hanging by just her wrists when you fist endured torture under my hands. Always ready to endure, just for a Mistress to enjoy. Isn't that true?"

Mother could not deny it. Without hesitation, she gave Mistress Tonya the truthful answer. Just as she had given in to her desires to Mistress Tonya, she knew her daughters were exactly the same.

"Yes, my Mistress. We both desire to serve, either in pain or pleasure, to serve the Mistress who we are devoted to."

Tonya walked around Julie once more, paying attention to the pins and needles, the whip marks on her back, then stood in front of mother.




Inherited Passions Ch. 10



"And who do you, Slave Ann, wish to serve?"

"Only you, my Mistress Tonya... Only you!" Mother answered almost without thinking.

Then turning to stand in front of suspended Julie again, asked her.

"And who do you wish to serve?" asked Tonya as she flicked the pins and needle adoring Julie's cunt.

"Only you, Mistress Tonya. That is, Mistress, if you allow me to become your total slave also." Julie answered also without hesitation.

Then taking Julie's needle pierced clit in her hand once more, asked the next important question.

"I know your mother has told you I enjoy to torture my slaves not only with pain, but lengthy orgasm denial also. And how long has it been since you last had an orgasm?"

Julie thought back, but being so tired, was finding it hard to think. Finally, she explained to Mistress Tonya that enjoyed that torture also, and was willing to endure whatever length of time of denial would please Mistress. Tonya was satisfied with her answer. 

"Alright slaves! I've given this a lot of thought since you telephoned me. And I think I might be able to work this out so everybody is happy. And I even confided in Slave Lisa to ask her opinion. But before we get down to serious talking, I want both of you to have a good nights sleep. So, Slave Ann. I want you to remove all the nettles from potential slave Julie and give her a warm sponge bath while she hangs there. Slave Lisa will get my bags from the car and bring them to this bedroom. I'll be sleeping here. Then Lisa can help bath Julie. When done, take her down gently and put her in bed. I assume she has her own bedroom?"

"Yes Mistress Tonya." mother answered.

"Good. Now show me where the bathroom is."

"Oh please, Mistress. Please allow me to service you." mother was quick to respond.

Tonya smiled down at her. As Lisa left, she stepped next to the chair, raised her skirt and pulled down her black leather panties. Sitting down as mother walked to her on her knees, Tonya spread her legs. Mother was in seventh heaven as she cupped her mouth over Mistress Tonya's clit and gratefully accepted her warn urine into her body. This was just like what she so proudly did so many years ago. And when finished, licked the pussy clean as Mistress petted mothers hair.

After a few minutes mother began the task of carefully removing the pins and needles from Julie. Lisa soon returned with the suitcase, stripped down, and helped with Julie. As Tonya relaxed in the living room, Julie was washed with warm water and washcloths, then put to bed. Both mother and Lisa knelt at Tonya's feet, spending the evening on what each had been doing over the last twenty years.

Mistress Tonya's good financial standing had improved significantly over this time, and now lived a ways out in the country. It was a large house on about twelve acres, and didn't have any neighbors for a mile around. Several wooded areas did offer additional privacy, especially for 'clients' who wished outdoor servitude or bondage. And although several others had come and gone, Slave Lisa was still her one and only full time slave. Mistress did not allow any talk about bringing in Ann and Julie that night. She wanted Julie to be around when that was done. So they chatted like normal women do while relaxing. 

At 11:00 Mistress went to bed and had first Lisa, then mother, bring her to orgasm. She then told them that they were to make a bed on the living room floor for the night. And to their surprise, removed the Chastity Thong from mother, then allowing them to cum as many times they wanted to before 8:00 am. Giggling while acting like school girls, they thanked Mistress and quickly disappeared. Tonya smiled as she got into a comfortable position and went to sleep.

The next morning, Saturday, Tonya was first to rise. She found the two women still asleep on the floor. They were uncovered and in each others arms. Their faces, crotches, legs, and even hands, were covered with dried cum. They probably had been up half the night making love to each other. She gently kicked each in the butt to awaken them. Telling them they were not allowed to bath today. She send Lisa to check on Julie, but not to wake her. She was then to help Ann prepare breakfast.

After eating, they all again relaxed until Julie woke up just before noon. She was moving slowly, and was about to sit down on a chair, when she realized her mother and Lisa both kneeling. As she lowered herself down to do the same, Mistress told Lisa to bring potential slave Julie a cup of coffee. Shortly after, she had the girls make a light lunch. Julie did what her sore body, especially her arms, allowed her to do. Afterwards, Mistress Tonya had them all gather in the living room.

She explained that what she was about to suggest was only an idea, and open to some revision if necessary. First, if Ann and Julie did truly want to move in and become permanent slaves, they could. And second, to do this, this house could be sold. The bedroom furniture could be moved to her house, and the rest just sold. That money could be put in a savings account just in case. And since this would take a month or two to do, Julie could graduate. When this was done, the two would be free to move in with her to live the life they both wanted; as slaves.

Mother was first to speak, thanking Mistress for her ideas, adding that she thought the plan very sound. Then turning to Julie, she also agreed too happily to it also. 

With their approval, Mistress announced that since she needed Slave Lisa to go back home with her Monday morning, she had brought along two regular chastity belts for Ann and Julie to wear. Julie was quick to apologize to Mistress that, because of school, she would not be able to wear a chastity belt during the day. Mistress understood. She added that she also wasn't keen about leaving the key with mother or Julie. But she also added that there was another way to do this. Would Julie mind having her pussy sewn shut?

With wide surprised eyes, both Julie and mother looked at each other for many seconds before Julie asked Mistress if this would be permanent? Mistress and Lisa smiled, then explained that it would be done with just heavy thread that could be removed at any time. Also, it could be done that the tread wouldn't be visible. Lisa had been sent to observe a professional do several procedures after a 'client' requested this be done to her. This 'client' wanted to be kept from anything entering her pussy for a year; perhaps longer! Again turning to mother, Julie finally said that this sounded very interesting and willing to have that done. After a few more questions, Mistress placed a standard, but well made, chastity belt on mother. And to make sure Julie did not get an infection from her stitches, that should be done right away so she could be constantly checked.

Soon Julie was tied tightly on top of the kitchen table. After peeing, she was asked if she wanted to remain free or be tied down? Of course she wanted to be tied down. Her legs folded, her feet were tied to the tables corners. The knees were tied wide apart. After handing the special sewing kit to Lisa, Mistress and mother watched as Julie's pussy became inaccessible.

Icing her pussy lips for almost 15 minutes, Lisa began pushing the curved surgical needle through the inside of the tender flaps of skin just enough so it couldn't be seen when the tread was pulled tight. Lisa, for now, left plenty of thread as she went back and forth from one side to another. Starting from her bottom and working up. And after at least a dozen crossings, Lisa placed about a one inch metal disk over Julie's clit. It had a shall hole in the center to allow her to pee, but otherwise that too would not be touchable.

"Lisa? Did you use the smooth disk, or a studded one?" Mistress asked.

"A smooth one, Mistress."

"Put a studded one on her. I think she'll enjoy that more." Mistress ordered with a smile.

"Yes Mistress" Lisa replied as she switched them. Everyone knew, including Julie, that she would be constantly reminded that she was a woman as the studs pressed against her clit. Then carefully Lisa finished the sewing. Dabbing disinfectant over her entire pussy, Lisa carefully pulled the threads tight before tying the last one off. After a quick snip, the treads were barely visible even with her knees spread wide. 

Julie was left there until late that evening. Her cunt was washed every hour as the others made plans for what needed to be done, and in what order. Julie was freed, but not allowed anything to drink. Rushing to a full length mirror when she was released, both she and mother were amazed at how nothing looked abnormal about her crotch. She gave Lisa and Mistress a big hug, after asking permission first! She also asked if she could try to touch her clit. She was. She didn't get anymore sensations that what the slight stimulation was constantly giving her. She loved her new form of maintaining chastity. They all remained up for awhile, then bedded down the same as last night. 

Sunday went fine, and Mistress left with Lisa Monday morning after Julie left for school. No one at school could tell Julie was sewn up, even though the slight stimulation on her clit was making her smile a lot. As for her mother, she easily disguised that she was wearing a chastity belt. At the realtors, bank, and news paper ad department, she too had subtle smiles always appearing on her face. At home they always were nude, except mother got frustrated during the day when the house was to be shown. Dress, then undress. She was glad when she finally got an offer on the house. It was a fair one, so she accepted it. This was about the same time that Julie graduated. 

They kept in constant touch with Mistress. And now, with the big things out of the way, within another week the furniture was sold, moved, or given away to charity. This included most of their clothes since they wouldn't need then except on special occasions. Packing up the car up with the few things they had left, they were off towards a new life. Following the directions given them, they eventually drove into Mistress Tonya's long driveway. Looking around and seeing no one, they stripped and walked up to the front door. Kneeling down, mother pushed the doorbell. The door opened with Mistress and Lisa standing before them. Everyone had a big smile.

It was then that mother took that beautiful metal collar she had treasured so much from behind her back. Offering it to Mistress, she asked if she once again if she could have it fastened in place by the her one True Mistress. Tonya once again placed it around Ann's neck and clipped it closed. The lock would be added later. But even without it, mother began crying with tears of joy. And as she did so, Mistress turned to Lisa.

"Slave Lisa. The other collar please."

With ceremonial gestures, Tonya took it from Lisa's hands. It matched her mothers collar perfectly. It was another work of art that was purely elegant. Julie couldn't wait until Mistress snapped it closed around her neck. Julie felt extremely honored by this gesture. She also felt like crying, but held it off. Everything was going to be just fine here. From what mother had told her about Mistress Tonya, she was a very demanding Mistress. But she also was a very loving one to her slaves.

"Well slaves," Mistress spoke, "I'll show you around the house and grounds while explaining the rules, then you can begin your servitude."

They both rose to follow their Mistress and Lisa. They toured every room in the miniature mansion, including their bedrooms with their former furniture, and the well equipped dungeon. Everything was there that every fantasy could be fulfilled. Eventually they went out back and into a wooded area. In a short walk they entered a clearing. The first obvious things were the three tall cross's. The center one was painted yellow. The other two were white. Mistress saw the new arrivals questioning expressions.

"I added these when a 'client' wanted to be crucified. At first I didn't agree because I didn't want to be too obvious, but then I thought about some of those religious fanatics that have these same things in their yard. So I had them installed, and now she comes about every two months to spend a whole 24 hours on top of the tall yellow one. I don't nail her, but just tie her arms over the cross beam so she hangs by her shoulders. Given no food or water, the cross's are faced so she gets the sun directly for most of the day. She also doesn't want any sun block, so how she deals with her sunburn is her problem. In fact, she has already reserved the weekend two weeks from now to be crucified for two full days. I just don't see how someone could stand so much pain and perhaps a week of discomfort from sunburn."

Julie stood there, captivated with the images she was envisioning in her mind. Then looking over to mother couldn't resist to ask!

"Mother... I mean Slave Ann, are you up to it?"

Tonya looked at them mystified. Then began to understand. Mother was a little slow to answer, then also understood. She looked up to the cross's again, then nodded before turning towards Mistress.

"Would your 'client' mind having a mother and daughter crucified at the same time, Mistress?"

Tonya looked over Julie and Ann, and thought a moment. Eventually she looked up at both the white cross's also before answering.

"I think she will enjoy watching you two suffer along with her, but do understand one thing. Afterwards, you both will be required to perform your regular duties no matter how much pain you are in."

Mother was quick to answer before Julie.

"I think both of us understand that, Mistress. So, if this is okay with slave Julie, we both would like to crucified at the same time, and for as long as she is. If this alright with you Mistress?"

"You two pain sluts are something else!" Tonya giggled out loud.

Before anyone said anything else, Lisa spoke up quickly.

"Mistress, if I may be allowed to speak."

"Yes. What is it?" Tonya asked turning towards Lisa.

"Well Mistress. I know I have always been quiet about accepting my bondage and tortures. But now with slave Ann and her daughter slave Julie here, I have to admit now that I also enjoy prolonged tortures. Just like the days Slave Ann and myself had to endure several continuous days of torture when you discovered us beginning to make love to each other. So, Mistress, if they wish to be crucified, then I would to suffer as they will. Crucified as they will be. That is, if Mistress will allow me to be?

Tonya was stunned at Lisa's confession. She had served her for 23 years, and never admitted to this before. Because of this, and there were only three cross's, she didn't have an immediate solution. Tonya's mind raced. She thought about how Lisa never complained about any pain she was enduring, but never asked for it either. She walked in a circle around Lisa several times before ending up right in front of Lisa. 

"Go get the ladder and ropes. Your two day crucifixion will begin now, and then again in two weeks. But in two weeks, you will not spend your time on the cross. You will hang by your wrists and ankles by the four high stakes over there so you can't watch your lover and daughter suffer. You will be tied face down. But for the second day, you will be tied face up to view their agony, just as they can watch yours. At the end, you'll be burned on both sides. Now get the ladder!"

Lisa walked towards the trees as Ann and Julie contemplated their decision. They both knew what they wanted, but thought perhaps Lisa had asked to be crucified just because she wanted to be near Ann.. So, as Lisa carried a 10 foot aluminum ladder in each hand to the base of the yellow cross, Ann stepped forward.

"Please Mistress. I'm sure slave Lisa meant no disrespect to you by never saying she enjoyed torture, Mistress. She may have been just a little scared to ever admit it before this, Mistress. And if it is alright with Mistress, I'll take her place on the cross for two days, or even three, if that is alright with Mistress?"

Perplexed at so many now wishing to be crucified, Tonya was both thrilled and annoyed at the idea. She looked around at all three slaves, then came to a decision.

"Come here and stand at attention. All three of you!"

Immediately Lisa, Ann, and Julie were before her. Lisa, standing with a straight back, hands behind her head and elbows back, displayed how Ann and Julie should also stand. The two quickly complied as Tonya slowly walked around the three several times before speaking.

"Since it seems that I now have three pain-sluts, all thrilled about the idea of being crucified for some reason, you each will spend some time on the cross. But in order to have slaves around to serve me, you will be strung up ONE at a time." Tonya emphasized as she pointed her finger at Slave Ann.

"Slave Ann will be first, allowing Slave Lisa to show Slave Julie her duties. Then next will be Slave Julie so Slave Ann can be shown her duties. You two will each spend one full day out here to endure rain or shine. Hot or cold. Birds or bugs. I will not order you to be taken down earlier unless you are close to death."

Mistress then moved in front of Lisa, displaying a bothered look of disgust.

"As for you... You've had many years to disclose to Me your desire to just be tortured for no reason. So, even though Slave Ann volunteered to take your punishment, you are the one who should suffer. You will be crucified for two and a half days. You will be given pee mixed with vinegar and hot sauce twice a day to drink. You will get nothing else!! Will this be enough to loosen your tongue to express any other inner desires you have to your Mistress?"

Lisa stood like a statue as she listened to her Mistress. She did not even think about asking for mercy. That never even entered her mind. She knew Mistress was correct, and would accept her punishment without hesitation or fear.

"Yes Mistress... I will now be more open with my desires to my Mistress. It is my duty to be fully open to my Mistress about any inner desires I carry inside me... I mean 'your slave', Mistress."

"I hope this stands for you two also!" Mistress spouted towards Ann and Julie. They both nodded.

"Good! Now get the cross ready for Slave Ann, Lisa. And Ann, stand still while I remove your chastity belt. I want you to be a whole body tan while you hang and suffer up there. Besides, you already know the rules here about orgasms. All too well, if I remember right." Tonya chuckled as she unlocked the belt and carried it to Julie.

"And now for you, I'll have Lisa cut your threads after your mother is fastened to the cross. But I think from our discussions, you need to wear a chastity belt! For your own protection while sleeping, or such."

Julie, still standing at attention like mother, quickly asked Mistress for a favor. 

"Mistress... If Mistress wouldn't mind... I would rather remain sewn shut than wear a chastity belt. I am a slave to my Mistress, and should not only be completely nude at all times; for the pleasure of my Mistress of course. And with my clit and cunt sealed up as they are now, depriving me of ever having any ultimate pleasure... Well, perhaps Mistress will allow this slave simply remain as she is now... Totally exposed for my Mistress to admire, and also totally open to be sexually teased and denied orgasm at the whim of my Mistress... And without obstruction of the belt. But, as a slave, I am bound to obey whatever my Mistress desires."

Both Tonya and mother were surprised at how this young slave knew the proper wording and manners while requesting a Mistress to do her a favor. Tonya turned to Ann while expressing how such a fine daughter and slave she had raised. Then, while reaching down to rub her hand over the top of Julie's pussy lips, questioned her.




Inherited Passions Ch. 10



"Has your mother told you about how she and Lisa had to wear a chastity belt for six months when I found them messing around with each other. And from what you said, are you striving to reach that goal, just to match her torture of denial?"

"Well Mistress... To be honest and open with my Mistress, I'm 18 now... And I was kind of thinking I will be denied a climax, an orgasm, until my 21st birthday... If Mistress would enjoy my torment..."

At first Tonya's jaw dropped wide open, then slowly formed a huge smile.

"Oh, you silly slave... If you only knew how much extended sexual teasing and torture you just opened yourself up for over the next three years, you might have not made that request." Tonya smirked as she took each of Julie's nipples in hand and pinched hard. Julie's body tensed, but did not make utter a sound the entire minute Mistress maintained her grip.

"You do have one strong daughter there." Tonya commented upon releasing the nipples. "I think she is stronger and more determined than when you were my slave."

"I think she is much stronger than I ever was, Mistress. I think Mistress will enjoy her endurance during any type of torment or torture she is subjected to."

"We shall see! But for right now, you need to begin your crucifixion. Climb up the ladder on the front of the cross. I see Lisa is ready to tie you in place on the back ladder.

Mother climbed up to the crossbeam, turned around, and laid her arms on top of the crossbeam. Lisa wrapped multiple turns of rope just above each elbow. Then pulling one hand at a time behind the crossbeam, also looping multiple turns of rope to hold each hand in place. Julie watched in amazement, and wishing she was up there instead, as Mistress pulled out the ladder from under mother by its base. Without any foot support, mother now hung freely by her shoulders.

Lisa now took mothers hair, bunched it together, then fed it through a eye bolt screwed into the top of each upright on each cross. Tying the hair off on itself, mothers head would be held upright to ease her breathing. Then lowing herself down near mothers feet, pulled each foot around to the back of each upright. She tied her ankles together, With her knee's now spread wide, there was no way mother could ease the stress and pain she was to endure for at least the next 24 hours.

Simply placing the ladders back in the wooded area, Lisa had to trot to catch up to Mistress and Slave Julie heading back to the house. When she did, Mistress gave her further orders.

"Go park their car in the garage, then pierce Slave Julie's clit and love mound. She desires to remain sewn shut for quit so time, so her cunt lips and clit will have to wait for rings until later." And turning around to glance at the crucified slave added "And during the time her turn is to hang on the cross will be good time for her piercings to heal."

"And tomorrow, as soon as Slave Ann is taken down, do her nipple, cunt, and clit piercing right away. She is strong, and can handle it." Then looking at the slight smile on Julie's face, added to her statement.

"But I think we have one here that is going to be even stronger in which one can possibly expect to endure. Truly a desire inherited from her mother. But a desire seeming much more intense than her mother's. And if so, we shall have a very nice Mistress/slave relationship."

"Yes Mistress." Julie replied, knowing that both she and her mother had made the right decision. To spend their lives in servitude, torment, or torture. It was their destiny; and desire. Tears of happiness ran down her cheeks. 

Epilogue:

Mistress was true to her word. Julie was crucified the next day, then Lisa. But she was only left up for a day. Mistress had her hung on the nearby whipping post and given 25 lashes on her back with a cat-of-nine tails first. And two weeks later, both mother and Julie were crucified with the 'client" for two full days. At night, after servicing Mistress, Lisa was hung by her wrists on the whipping post to keep them company.

After that, with all the pierced rings wounds now healed, all three slaves got into a routine of servitude, along with some occasional suffering. Well, except for Julie. She was sexually and physically tortured much more often. She never relented or asked for mercy. She was enjoying herself. And on her 21st birthday, her cunt was snipped open as she lay strapped down tight on a bondage table. Mother and Lisa didn't let up licking her to endless orgasms. Even Mistress licked her to several, as a reward she simply stated. And when she passed out, they would wait until she came to, then continued. This went on for the entire 24 hours of her birthday. Upon her release, her only words were "Mistress, may I please be sewn up again. That way I'll look so much more forward to my 25th birthday." Everyone laughed, but it was done.

Years passed with everyone happy. Eventually Mistress passed away, but willed everything to her three loyal slaves. Mother became Mistress, but still enjoyed the tortures she had her slaves inflict on her upon request. She also started going out to fancy bars and restaurants, wearing the same charm bracelet Tonya had worn. The only difference was mother had added a cross to it. After all, women have inner desires that need to be cared for too. Don't they? And find others she did! The life of torturing, and being tortured, for Julie, Lisa, and herself, continued...

The End

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