6 comments/ 189548 views/ 22 favorites A Master's Wish By: darkestsecreets My newly proclaimed Master wanted something of me that would prove that I was ready for his collar. I have few taboos in my life, no children, water sports, animals, and no incest. The taboo that my Master wanted me to betray in story form was the incest one. And this one was the most traumatic of the bunch, for it involved my daughter. Even tho she is of legal age, being 22 years old, the thought of bringing my daughter into my non-vanilla life brings me to disgust. But I was told that I am to write this as a show of wanting absolute slavery to my Master. And absolute is what I want. He says that if I don’t comply, I will be given my freedom, and that is not the freedom I want. I am more free in his dominance over me. Free to be myself. To let down my walls and be the person I wish to be. So with this in mind, here is my gift to my beloved Master. “Mom!! You can’t mean what you just said!” Lindsey spoke to me in pure shock. The look on her face was with total disgust. “Mom, tell me that you are joking.” I looked at her square in the eyes and said, “Baby girl, I mean it. He wants this and I can’t deny him.” I turned my head away not wishing her to see the sadness in my face, but I know she heard it in my voice. My daughter and I had spent the day together doing the mother/daughter thing. We were topping off the day at the nearby club that I had recently discovered. Sitting far from the noisy crowd and over the loud music, I had told her that my Master wanted to be with her. Now she has known him long before he became my Master and until that moment she didn’t know that it had progress that far. Unlike most relationships between mothers and daughters, ours is a rather open one. She knows that even at my age, I am a highly sexual woman and I have known her to be one too. She has told me of some of her adventures and for the most part, some of her tales are those that no mother should be privy to, but like I said, Lindsey and I are opened minded. I told her that my Master wanted to have sex with her in front of me, his slave. Then I was to eat the cum out of her pussy and then lick her juices off his dick. While all this repels me, my Master’s commands are not to be ignored. “But Mom, I can’t do that, he’s your boyfriend!” she took a long hard drink of her Crown and Coke, shaking her head. “I just can’t see myself doing all that. Wouldn’t you get jealous or something? And then there is that part of you sucking his cum out of me. Fuck Mom, that grosses me out.” Well, I couldn’t disagree more with her there. But I could hear my Master’s voice in the back of my head telling me that I have to continue. “I know Lindsey, but first off, he is not my boyfriend and never was. He is now my Master and that is of higher rank than mere ‘boyfriend’. Second, you and I are both mature women. You are embarking upon the same road that your mother started when she was 20 years old.” my daughter eyes widened as she knew that I seldom speak of that year in my life. “Now you already have at least one up on me. Here’s a way to add to the list.” She laughed at the last line. “How did you know about that list?” she asked. “I thought I was the only one with a list.” Oh hell, she is ever her mother’s daughter. “But fuck, Mom, incest wasn’t totally on my list. I just don’t know. And the fact that you are a slave to Dean, now that I just don’t know. Just what do you mean by that?” I knew that was coming. How does one explain to one’s daughter what it feels like to be a slave to a man? From the beginning, I guess. I explained that I have had this pull for as far back as I could remember. I told her my need to losing control. I then told her of how I begged for his collar. There was confusion in her face. I then told her how it felt to me to be able to kick back and enjoy. “Does he really want this, Mom?” she asked so softly that I could almost hear her. Our bond to each other is so powerful. Others have tried to keep us apart and have succeeded for many years, but no one was able to tear apart that tie. Not even her and I. She reached out and held my hand tightly, and said, “If this is what he wants, and it makes you happy, then I’ll do this. But it will cost him, Mom, boy will it cost him.” “Well then, girl, we are close to the coast. May I suggest lobster?” I may be following my Master’s orders, but even I thought that if I was serving my daughter on a silver platter, he could at the very least serve up a meal that would put all of us in the mood. And I had a hankering for oysters on the half shell. She laughed and that was the end of the subject for the rest of the evening. The next day, Master was to be at my place around two in the afternoon. While my kid was doing the typical twenty-two thing, I was the butterflies in stomach. I had called him earlier that morning and told him that Lindsey was for him, but for a price. When he asked me what, I knew I should have thought of more than just oysters and lobster dinner. Oh well, that was my bad, not thinking higher. Just as I thought, he didn’t even hesitate, said he knew just the place. I underestimate this man way too much. Promptly at 2 pm, there was his knock on the door. I let him in, and Lindsey walked up to him to give him a big hug. As the two of them hugged I spied upon Master’s hand caressing her ass. I thought she would bolt back, but then I saw his other arm firmly gripping her close to him. He then released her and she quickly backed away. Master looked at her and asked, “Do you understand what is to be expected of you? Did your mother tell you what is to happen later?” Lindsey nodded her head. “I want to know why are you wanting this.” I could tell she was highly nervous. She wasn’t the only one. My Master then told her that it’s not every day a man has both the mother and daughter together. And the fact I was his slave made it even more interesting. “But mostly because I commanded her to do this. I know this is something that on her ‘taboo’ list and I won’t allow her to hide herself behind anything.” He reached over to me and ran his finger down along my jaw line. I raised my head to expose my throat to him, wanting him to continue stroking my jaw. His finger then was dragged down the center of my throat. Quickly he grabbed my throat and tightened his hand. I moaned and closed my eyes, feeling my knees turn to mush. And quickly he let go, causing me to regain my balance and come back to earth. Lindsey watched what that had done to me. “See, your mother craves it.” Master caressed my jaw again and dropped his hand to his side. My eyes had glazed over with want and need and he knew it. Damn him, for he exposed me in front of my daughter for what I am, a needful slut. We then took off to the restaurant. Master took us to a place that was out of the way, very quiet and mostly private. We were escorted to a pair of doors that when opened, revealed a table set for three inside a small room. The only light was a candelabrum in the center of the table. Lindsey and I sat down on either side of table with Master between us both. I looked over at my Master and he calmly said that he knew of this place and had made the arrangements as soon as he talked to me that morning. The waiter came by and took our drink order. Seeing how this was a special day for all of us, Master ordered a nice bottle of red to start off the meal. He then ordered oysters on the half shell for Lindsey. My daughter quickly piped that she wasn’t fond of oysters and could she have something else instead. Master looked at me and I found myself cringing from his stare. “I was under the impression that she liked oysters.” “No Master,” I said quietly, “that was my idea. You know, a small reward for recruiting Lindsey.” I was getting nervous. I hope I didn’t anger him. The marks on my ass and tits were faintly visible from the last time I was punished. “You will get your reward when I say so, slut, not before.” Oh no, I was stunned as he said it in front of the waiter, who was trying his best not to smirk. I looked at Master in terror. He just looked at me with an evil glint. “Remember, slut, anything, anytime, and anyone.” I wanted to crawl under the table right there. When the waiter offered to punish me, I wanted to die. “No, now right now. Let her think about for a while.” Master then ordered for only the lobster dinner. He leaned over to me, grabbed my hair and yanked my head to his face. “That will cost you, bitch.” he shoved me back to my chair. Lindsey watched all of this and as soon as the waiter left, she stood up and turned to Master. “Just what the fuck to you think you are doing to MY mother, Dean?” she yelled at him. “I can’t believe that you are doing this in front of me!!” My Master asked her to sit down and he’d explain. “That is not you mother over there. That is my slave, my slut. When she is with me, I am in control. Always. It made no difference to me that she is your mother. She is mine to do as I please. She knows this very well.” He turned to me. “Don’t you, slut?” All I could do was nod my head. He was correct. I hung my head down. “And she accepts this without question. But most important, she wants this. Am I correct?” “Yes Master,” I said just loud enough for the two of them to hear. I was silently begging for him to stop this. My daughter should not see her mother this way. But I knew Master all too well. As I have said before, I’m not permitted to hide behind anything. He planned to debase me in front of my child. I remembered his warnings to me about this. Trust me, I thought it over and over long before I begged for his collar. Lindsey, bless the child, intervened and told my Master that she would change her mind if he didn’t stop. “My mother will be at this dinner, Dean, not the slave slut that’s sitting over there. She was my mother for a lot longer than she was yours. Give me back my mother, now!” The waiter chose that moment to reenter with the bottle of red. He starts to back off when he saw my daughter standing up to my Master. My kid then took in the big picture around her and started to laugh. Master relaxed and chuckled. The waiter just left the bottle on the table, saying something about no ice bucket and quickly left the room. As for me, I breathed a sigh of relief. My Master then spoke to Lindsey. “I’ll be generous tonight. But let me tell you one thing, little girl, your mother is still mine. But she will be allowed to be mom when I want her too, understand? “No, I still do not, but I have no wish to listen tonight. So, tell me, how do you work a lobster?” Master, to give him credit, explained how to properly eat a lobster. Once again, the waiter returned while they were talking. He made sure their glasses were filled and setting the bucket, with the bottle in it, in front of me. The bucket slightly hid me from view. The waiter leaned to whisper in my ear, telling me that as soon as I finished my meal, to excuse myself to the bathroom. He then quickly left the room. I looked at my Master and I could tell that he saw what had happened. Again I saw that now too familiar evil glint in is eye. He was still going to have his way. I was poured a glass of wine by my Master and was permitted to drink. We talked about various subjects. My Master flirted with my daughter and I witness her falling under his spell. Master can charm a snake, I believe. It was a bit uncomfortable watching my daughter come on to my Master. But I watched. I was commanded to do so. The waiter soon returned with our plates of lobster. He sat Master’s down first, followed by Lindsey’s, and handed Master a third plate. Master then sat the plate in the space between our settings. Lindsey watched this and quickly asked what was going on. My Master told her that it was his right to see if I’m to be fed or not. My kid was not happy to hear this and reminded that I was her mother. He then told her that mother or not, it was still up to him. He picked up the plate and set it before me. “You may feed.” I thanked him and started on my lobster. He then turned back to Lindsey. “Here, let me show you how to remove the tail.” he pretty much ignored me after that. And little by little, he had me daughter speaking only to him. I saw him lean towards her and I could tell that he was caressing her thigh. She was enjoying it. I made fast work of my lobster and noticed that it was soon nothing but an empty shell. I remembered the waiter’s summons and I asked to be excused to the bathroom. By this time, Master and Lindsey were so involved with each. But I saw Master’s hand wave me off. He then reached over and gently pulled her face to his. Kissing her, caressing her shoulders, cupping her breasts. It was more than I could bear. As soon as I left the room, the waiter was behind me in an instant. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them back behind me, securing them with a rope. By one arm, he dragged me across the hallway that had other rooms like what we were in. he took me to the last one, opened the door and shoved me in. all that was there was chair that the waiter went to, dragging me still by the arm. He sat down and threw me on my knees in front of him. He then pulled my shirt up and revealed my breasts. I was wearing one of Master’s favorites, a black lace gel supported bra. It really makes my sagging tits stand up there to be noticed. The waiter placed both his hands in my bra, reaching my nipples with his fingers. He started to pinch them, twisting them left and right. I cried out in pain. He stopped and reached around him, turning about with a potato in his hand. He then twirled my nipples, pinching at the same time. As I started to scream, he shoved the potato in my mouth, silencing me. “Your Master thought you were being sneaky about those oysters. You didn’t know he does not care for them. But to forget that your very own daughter dislikes them too? So you shall now have your reward and it will be the oysters. But I am going to spank you. Just something to remind that you are stilled owned.” with that, he pulled my nipples out of my bra. I struggled to free myself, but I was unable. I was then told to stand. As soon as I was upright, he pulled down my jeans. I’m standing there with my shirt up, exposed nipples, and my jeans round my ankles. He sat back down on the chair and pulled me over his lap. He then proceeds to spank my ass with his bare hand. It stung. I was crying out but he could not hear me as I was gagged with the potato. Fifteen swats were what I got. When he finished, I was ordered to my knees in front of him. Again he turned around to get something. In his hands was an oyster platter. When he lowered the plate for me to see, I counted a full dozen. I was greatly rewarded. I was expecting a half dozen. I was fed thirteen of them by the waiter’s hand, the last two he put on a plate and I ate them bent over, with hands bound behind me, from the plate that was on the floor. “Those last two I was told was to remind you of what you are.” He then untied me and told me to fix myself quickly. When I was ready, I walked up the hallway. I heard the soft sounds of moaning that got louder as I neared the door to the room where Master and Lindsey were in. When I reached the correct door, I realized that the moaning was coming from behind the door. I opened it and saw my daughter’s head thrown back in rapture and my Master sucking on one of her nipples and one hand between her legs. I could see that he was finger fucking her and still being gentle. Now I got jealous. I wanted to get that part of him too, but he has denied me that even. Lindsey then realized that I was there and struggled out from underneath my Master. He sat up and let her redress. “Sorry mom.” she blushed almost as bright red as my ass was at that moment. As she repaired herself, the waiter walked in with the bill. Master handed him the debit card and told him to add an extra thirty dollars for a tip. “Oh no, I can’t allow you to do that, Sir, for I am slave too, and unworthy of such. All I’m good for is to handle slaves that screw up like yours did. My Mistress has ordered me to only touch slaves.” He looked at my daughter and boldly said, “I was hoping this one would be the slave, Sir.” he leered at my daughter. Lindsey grasped what was going on and slapped the waiter in the face. “How dare you think that I was a slave? Go crawl back to your Mistress and tell her that you insulted a free woman!” The waiter drew back in terror at my daughter’s words. As he turned around to walk away, my Master grabbed his arm and turned him about. “I thought the lady said for you to crawl. Maybe we should add that, too.” The waiter blanched at that. He quickly fell to his knees and begged my daughter to forgive him. He lowers his head and started to kiss her shoes. At first she didn’t know what to say or do, but my Master gently told her that the waiter was appeasing her and was hoping for a lesser punishment. “What shall I do, Dean?” I could see that she wanted to do the right thing. He told her that it was her decision. With a quickness that showed her intelligence, she told the waiter that he was to report to his Mistress and tell her that he insulted her and he should receive the severest punishment allowed. She looked down at the waiter and asked, “Just what punishment will you get?” The waiter lifted his head and told her, “I will get fifty lashes with my Mistress’ whip by the security guard.” it was obvious in the trembling voice of the waiter that he didn’t like it. “Then I have to suck off the guard while my Mistress watches.” One could tell that this was not to be looked forwarded to either. “Well, I think you should receive an extra ten for the leering look you gave me also. Plus maybe that guard should take you in that ass?” I thought the waiter was going to faint after that. He lowered his head pleading to my daughter for mercy. My Master and I just looked at my daughter in amazement. We then both looked at each other and there were stunned looks on both of our faces. I saw the wheels of Master’s brain turned and I knew what he was thinking. Oh dear God, please don’t let him think that, please. Too late, I saw the look that meant he came to the very same thought I did at that moment. The look so reminded me of the look that the “Grinch” had in the television Christmas special when he had that “wonderfully, awful idea.” He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me to him. “I know you have the same idea I have, so don’t tell me that I’m the evil one, bitch.” the grip on my hand was getting tighter. “If this turns out like we had just thought, this could prove very rewarding for you, I promise.” he then pulled me even closer and in my ear, he said, “you did think it, didn’t you? Don’t lie to me, girl, I know you all too well. You thought her dominating you, didn’t you?” How could this girl lie? But I was so scared of what this was doing to me. Can I do this? I looked up at my Master. I bet he knew what was going thru my brain. And I think he enjoys seeing me in this turmoil. Master’s pull on me is strong. I would do anything for this man. That was a feeling that I never felt before. I knew that before evening’s end, my daughter will have a whip over me and my Master will be there to witness it all. All that happened in a few seconds. The waiter, who was begging, pleading, with tears in his eyes, was still appeasing my daughter. My Master swiftly took over by telling the waiter to crawl to his Mistress and tell her what his punishment was to be. The waiter crawled to the door and waited for Master to open it. As soon as the door opened, the waiter hurried out, crawling as fast as he could. But he did at least take with him the bill and debit card. We exited out the room and started up the hallway. Another man, looking as burly as a security guard should look, approached us with Master’s card and paper for his signature. “I’m very sorry for whatever that slave has done. Is there anything we could to help mend this? My Master turned to him and shook his hand, telling him that it was a real eye opener to him and that the slave should get some small reward for it. The guard looked questionably at Master. My Master leaned to the guard’s ear and whispered something. The guard’s face lit up and looked first at my daughter and then at me. His eyes got very wide when he realized that we were mother and daughter. Then he started to laugh. My Master joined him in laughter. “Oh, you are one lucky son of a bitch, sir.” and shook Master’s hand even harder. “This is certainly one for the books, sir.” Again they both laughed. A Masters Wish I woke up this morning with a new sense of anticipation. I had my morning coffee and was thinking about my day, but I absolutely could not concentrate. I went into the bedroom to get dressed. I then looked into the mirror after applying my makeup and I paused. I look absolutely hungry. Not hungry for food but like I am so ready for some hot sex. I smiled into the mirror, a devilish smile, my blue grey eyes now looking more like smoke. I gave my hair a quick run through with my fingers to make sure there were no knots as it is halfway down my back and the color of autumn leaves, reddish, light brown, and yellow. Ok I think I can do this. Last night you gave me a new mission - to find you another slave to play with so you could enjoy the pleasure of two. I was a little hurt by the concept as no slave wants to see her Master enjoying another slave. But a little competition has my creative juices flowing, and I am already thinking of things I could do to outdo my soon to be competitor. Ok, I think that will do so I set out to find you another pet. I go to the gas station and sit for a bit, watching. I see nothing interesting there at all, so I head to the grocery store. I get out of the car and go in pretending to shop, looking around at the various female possibilities. I get a few promising smiles from the men, and as much as I would enjoy it, I don't think Master would appreciate another male this time. I am looking absently at the products on the shelf when out of the corner of my eye, I see her – this absolutely gorgeous woman. She has long brown wavy kind of wild looking hair, is about 5'6", and voluptuously hot. I am checking out her shape, as I am seeing her from behind and have not seen her face quite yet. She then looks at me and smiles. I am getting wet already as I know Master would be pleased with this choice. Her eyes are emerald green, and she has that pouty stuck up look to her. Ok now I must gather my nerve and figure out how I am going to get her to agree to my Master's whims. I smile back at her with a flirty smile; then I approach. "I haven't seen you here before, are you new in town?" I ask. "Why yes, I am. I don't know anyone here, I just moved in from out of state for a job offer. My name is Cara." God she is hot. So hot, that I am getting absolutely soaking wet. "My name is Carly. Nice to meet you," I reply. We are making small talk and I keep looking at her lips and thinking of them around my Master's cock. I ask her if she would like to hang out some time, and she says yes she could use a friend. We decided that she should come over that afternoon so we could talk more. I was absolutely thrilled and excited; I couldn't wait to talk to her some more. I just hope she is adventuresome enough to let us play with her. I go home and tidy up a bit waiting for her to come over. My Master is still at work, so he has no idea what he is in store for. I want to make sure she is willing before I introduce the two. She arrives right on time, and I am wearing nothing but a robe and a white lace teddy underneath. "Don't mind me, I like to be comfortable," I tell her. She looks me up and down and smiles appreciatively. I am watching her, but the look she just gave me made my clit throb. We go into the living room and I invite her to sit. "So what do you do for fun?" I ask. She looks at me and says, "I will try almost anything once." I cannot believe my luck! So we talk about life and love and lovers past, then I ask her some real personal questions. "So what's the kinkiest thing you have ever done?" "Well, I used to date a guy that was a swinger," she replies. "Ooooh, that sounds so hot!" My robe is open at my waist and I run my hand down my inner thigh and rub my clit through the lace of the teddy. I am gauging her reaction now because this will tell me if she is right for the job. I undo my robe and proceed to rub my breasts. "Mmmmmmm." She is looking at me, watching me and appears to be enjoying my little display. "Should I stop, Cara?" I ask, just to make absolutely certain that I don't make her run away. "No, Carly, I love to watch," she says almost purring. I take the robe completely off, and she moans, looking at my body. This sent shivers up my spine. I am rubbing my inner thighs and spread my legs wide so that she can see how wet my little pussy is. I am so excited at this point I could almost cum without any stimulation whatsoever. But I refrain, to see how far she is willing to go. "Have you ever touched or been touched by a woman?" I ask her. "No, but I have always fantasized about it, and I love watching women on porn movies, It gets me so fucking hot." She is rubbing her body now; she was wearing a short black cotton skirt and a white v-neck tee shirt. "Touch yourself for me," I purr. She moans, and then slowly runs her hand up her thigh, parts her legs, and exposes her hot little pussy to me. I groan at the sight of her. She is just as wet as I am. Still testing her, I ask, "Have you ever had a Master?" She gasps for air and is half panting when she replies. "No, but I would like that as well." I go over to her and kneel in front of her on the couch and run my tongue up her thigh, stopping just short of her pussy blowing my hot breath on it. "Well my dear, this is your lucky day as I have a Master, and today my mission was to find another slut for him to play with. Do you think that you can be a good little slut when he gets home?" "Oh yes," she gasps, now really hot. "Well you have to pass my test first! I can't very well have you be slave if you aren't obedient now can I?" "No, "Mistress," she says. "My! That's a good little slut. Master will be pleased at your willingness to learn." I look up at her and take her head in my hands and pull her to me looking into her eyes. "Do not be afraid. I will not harm you save for the whip and my hands, love." A soft moan escapes her lips. I put my lips against her cheek and kiss her sweetly. Then I get close to her mouth and breathe against her lips. "God you are so hot," I whisper. I flick my tongue across her lips and hers darts out to play with mine. I am getting so wet by this creature. She is perfect! I kiss her deeply moaning into her mouth, my tongue exploring her hot mouth; her tongue circling mine. I withdraw after a few moments, and we are both panting, hot from all this delicious play. "Ok, here is what we will do. I will tell you what to do, little one, and you will obey without question. If you do disobey, then you will be punished however I see fit. You will address me as Mistress and my lover as Master! But he is not home right now. Do you understand?" She looks at me a bit shyly and replies, "Yes, Mistress." I go back over to the couch I was sitting on and tell her in a firm voice, "Now then, let me get a look at you. Come over here and let me see your ass." "Yes Mistress," she replies and complies with my wishes. God she is good. She stands in front of me with her back to me. I feel her ass, hmm nice I think to myself. I run my hands between her thighs and feel her juices running down her legs, and I haven't even touched her hot little pussy yet. I am breathing pretty hard; this little vixen is driving me mad! "Now turn around and strip for me slut." She looks a little hurt by the tone in my voice, and I tell her, "It is only a term of endearment love, a pet name if you will." At that she smiles and continues to do my bidding. She pulls the white tee over her head, and her c-cup breasts are overflowing the little white under wire bra she's wearing. She then leans over to pull down her skirt showing a little cleavage and moving very slowly, seductively. The little wench is showing off! She then reaches behind her to undo her bra, and her breasts heave a bit relieved from their restraint. "You have such beautiful breasts, love." "Thank you, Mistress." She is making me so wet. She then turns around so I can see that she is wearing a matching thong, and slowly bends over to pull it down. I touch her ass for a moment and then SMACK! I smack her ass, and she jumps as she was not ready for it. "That was for my pleasure, slut." "Yes, Mistress." "Good girl. I am very pleased so far," I tell her. "Now I want you to turn around, kneel, and suck on my nipples." "Yes Mistress." She kneels, taking my already rock hard nipples into her mouth and sucking them with fervor. "MMMMM, good girl." I then pull the teddy the rest of the way off my body. "Now I want you to lick my pussy, and you better make me cum, slave, or there will be hell to pay." She kisses my breasts once more, and then licks her way down my stomach to my hot quivering mound. I lie back to fully enjoy this pleasure. She licks my pussy lips teasing me and then runs her tongue around my clit. Oh God I am going to cum soon. "May I finger your pussy as well, Mistress?" She asks. "Yes you may. That's a good girl, and so eager. And slide your ass this way so I may play with your hot cunt, too." "MMMM! Yes, mistress" she moans into my pussy lapping happily away. She is now licking my clit and fingering my hot cunt, sucking on my clit so hard I am close to cumming. She has no idea. I am feeling her hot juices on my hand rubbing her clit, and I then run my hand up the crack of her ass to play with her asshole. She is very hot and wet and is sucking and fingering me hard and fast. "Now, slut, I am going to cum, and you are going to lick up every bit of it." "MMMMMM! YES, MISTRESS!" she moans into my pussy and frantically licks and sucks at me. "Oh God... Oh... MMMM... MMMMMM... MMMMMM... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSS I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGG!" I am bucking my hips wildly covering her whole face with my pussy juice. She is about ready to cum too, and I stop fingering her. She whimpers slightly in protest, and then I roll her over on to her back lying on the floor. I lay on top of her, using my thigh to rub against her clit. I put my hand around her throat lightly, and she is wildly excited. I then kiss her neck and work my way down to her nipples. I take it in my mouth and tease it with my teeth; she is squirming like crazy now. "Now my little slut, I am going to make you cum." She moans in pleasure. I replace my thigh with my fingers now rubbing her labia and clit. "My you are a hot little thing, aren't you?" She moves her hips upward in answer and I continue my assault on her hot little body. I am rubbing her clit frantically, and then I shove two fingers in her hot little hole. "MMMMMMMM... MMMMMMMM" she moans. I am still biting her nipples, and she is about to cum. I remove my fingers and jump down so I can lick her hot little cunt. I run my tongue around her clit, and then lick her up and down really fast. I then jam my tongue in her cunt and fuck her with it. "CUM FOR ME SLUT" I rub her clit with my hand and continue tongue fucking her, "CUM FOR ME NOW!" At that her whole body starts to shiver, hips bucking wildly as I continue tongue fucking her hot pussy. "OH YES, MISTRESS! YES! YES! YES! OH I'M CUMMING SO HARD FOR YOU, MISTRESS!" She cums and I lick all her sweet juices from her pussy. I then move back up to kiss her, and we both taste each others juices. "Well love you have passed the test. Master will enjoy you as greatly as I have. He will be home in le... " "Well hello my little sluts... " Master was home early! How much did he see? A Master's Wish Ch. 02 To follow along with this story, please read “A Master’s Wish” before you start this. The overwhelming response from the first story greatly encouraged me to continue. I’ve already plotted out at least 2 more, maybe 3, storylines about the first one. And yes, there will be more taboos to be broken when this story line is finished. Once again, to all those that sent me feedback, thank you. My Master is very pleased with his girl. When Master left the apartment, my daughter and I just stood there and stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. With a cry and a rush of tears, I collapsed to the floor. Lindsey crouched down beside me and held me in her arms. “Mom, mom, are you okay?” she was so worried as I just curled up on the floor crying. “I’m so sorry, baby girl, I didn’t mean for you to get into this with me. I never planned for this to ever happen. But Master is a very determined man. I had to obey, darling, I had to!” I struggled thru my crying with the words. She just held me in her arms and rocked me back and forth. “It’s okay, mom, I swear it’s okay. To tell you the truth, I kinda liked it. I was surprised at how much pain you could take, mom. Does it really turn you on to be whipped like that?” I had to chuckle at her words. “Oh, poppet, your mother can take a lot more than what you witnessed, a whole lot more. I told her about times when my body was a mass of bruises that I wore with pride. They were hidden from the public, mind you, but I was proud of them all the same. I sat up and looked at her in the eye. “Lindsey, I love what this man can do to me. Never in my life have I been this happy. All those years I spent in relationships where I was in control always ended in disaster. He gives me what I need and in return I show him my appreciation for what he does to me. I told him very early on that he was a dark ride and I’ve bought every ticket I could find.” She laughed at my statement saying that once again her mother was being weird. We both laughed together there on the floor. It was then I realized that we were both naked. I backed off just a little bit, but she grabbed my hand and asked me a question that would have floored me if I weren’t already on the floor. “Mom, do you think I could try at being submissive? I never done it, but I think if I were to ask Dean about it, he would be pleased to do so, wouldn’t he?” She had a look in her eye that reminded me of my own self when I first started the road to submission. “Oh, baby, you have no idea what you may have gotten yourself into.” I laughed so hard, I felt back on the floor rolling like a crazed person. “Dean is the perfect man to ask, that pervert would jump on the bandwagon so fast, heads would spin.” Lindsey thought about this and started to laugh along with me. I guess she recalled the Christmas presents he just gave her, a pair of black silk stockings, a penis lollipop, and a Santa Claus vibrator. He told her that he wanted to watch her use it on herself the first time she tried it. I bet she now knows he was serious in his offer. “Say….do you still have that Santa vibrator?” A plan formed in my mind and we sat there discussing it. As we were talking, her hand started to caress my arm. I took her hand and said, “No, baby, let’s save this for when we next get together with Dean. Anything I do has to be in front of him, especially if it’s the first time for me. He will be watching my face to see the rush of emotions. That gets him excited just as much as anything else he does to me.” So we planned for the next time she came to visit. I knew this would be the hardest secret for me to keep from my Master. In the meantime, while waiting for Lindsey to return, I went thru many sessions with my Master, being forced to reveal to him that I enjoyed eating out my daughter’s pussy, having her whip me in punishment, sucking Master’s cum out of her pussy, and degraded me for enjoying it. I loved every moment. The day my daughter was to return to visit arrived. Prior to her visit, I had asked Master if I could come over to his place for my weekend away from work. I picked a weekend that I knew that he would be coming home and had the next two days off. I made arrangements at work for an extra day off. Everything was set. As Lindsey and I were driving to Master’s place, we chatted about other things in order to avoid what obvious nervousness there was about the upcoming evening. Then she asked me, “Mom, was Dad into this, too?” I paused before I gave her my answer. “In a way, yes he was. But at that time I hadn’t a clue as to what being in a Master/slave relationship was like other than what I had read in books. We played simple tie-me-up games, and one time he had me sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed, collared and secured to the bedpost, but that was about all it was. Your dad just didn’t have what it took to be the Master I needed. I guess if he did, we would have still been married by now.” She remained silent for a while then changed the subject. We talked about all sorts of things that a normal mother and daughter would speak about. Soon we arrived at Master’s place. I’m not allowed to keep his house key so he had devised a system for me to enter whenever I am there in his absence. The key is locked in the storage place next to his front door for which only the two of us have the combination to. I opened the lock and door, retrieved the key, and returned the lock in place. We walked into the place and I sent Lindsey to the bedroom to place the two bags we had brought in the closet. I quickly looked about and noticed that it needed a slight dusting and the dishes could be loaded up in the washer. She returned from the bedroom and asked how much time did we have. I checked my watch and knew he would be home in three hours. “We need to tidy up a bit, girl, so let’s get that out of the way. I’ll fix up the bedroom and you can start with the dusting and the dishes.” “Aw, Mom, I hate doing dishes! Do I have to?” I turned to her and in my most commanding tone, “Lindsey, if you want to be submissive, you must learn to obey commands. Dean will not allow you to whine about doing something you may not like. Get used to it. I had to and so must you. Now get to it!” I raised my voice just a bit to let her know that this was no game. She looked at me, daring me, but then turned to start on the dishes. I walked down the hallway to the bedroom. I retrieved my bag and placed it on the bed. I opened it and pulled out what I thought might be useful for tonight. I had this vision in my head on how to present my daughter to Master as a surprise gift for him. I could hear her in the other room cleaning up. I didn’t tell her this for fear that she might back out on me before I even started this venture. Now she was here, I knew it was up to me to present the idea of having my daughter trussed up to my Master’s pleasure. I pulled out of my bag the soft ropes that both Master and I keep in both of our homes. I laid them aside and got his dark green ropes out instead, knowing that was his favorite colour. I also pulled out of his collection, the ball gag, blindfold, and leg irons. I found the key and tested them to make sure that they would unlock. Out of my bag I took out my favorite flogger and the leather paddle he gave me. Tho I had brought the butt plug, I left it in the bag. If it was needed, I would be hopefully be able to get it at a moment’s notice. When I got all that I thought would be needed for the evening, I heard Lindsey come down the hallway. “Mom, I finished cleaning. What do you want me to do next?” she had an anxious look in her eyes. I told her to shower and make sure she was squeaky clean. I knew that she kept her pubic hair trimmed but I told her that it needed to be retouched if needed. She went to get her bag and took off to the bathroom. “Oh yeah, baby, did you bring those stockings that Dean gave you?” “Yes, mom, I did. I remember him saying that some men like stockings and I kinda thought he was one of those. I also brought the Santa vibrator, too, mom. Just in case he wanted to watch me play with myself with it.” I reached out to hug her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “You are certainly your mother’s daughter.” I laughed. With a swat on her ass, I sent her to the bathroom to shower. She yelped like a little puppy and laughing set off to the bathroom. I returned to my former train of thought and was still setting up the scene in the bedroom when the phone rang. I’m not allowed to answer the phone and to wait for the answer machine to kick in. When it did, I heard my Master’s voice on the other end. “Pick up the phone, slut, I know you are there.” I did so. “So, what surprise does my slut have for me? I’ll be getting off work in an hour. Should I come straight home or do I need to stop some where?” He had an excited tone to his voice. I have never pulled a surprise on him before, it sounded like he was dying of curiosity. “Master, this girl would like it if you came straight home after work. May we order in for pizza?” So much depended on his coming home as soon as possible. I was afraid that my daughter would chicken out. Besides, after I got her bounded up like I planned to, I know that if she were to remain too long in that position, she might take fright, change her mind, and possibility hurt herself trying to break free. “That sounds like a good idea slut. I’ll be home in 90 minutes. Bye.” For once I was happy that it was a short call. Lindsey just emerged from the bedroom, head wrapped in a towel, and sparkling. My daughter is a looker, even if she weren’t my child. She has the full youthful breasts, much fuller than mine were at her age. I felt a twange of jealousy. Oh well, we always wish our children to have more, and she got that in her breasts. Last February, we both had our noses pierced. It was one of our mother/daughter moments. Seeing the small ring in hers gave me an idea later on, some time in the future. “Okay, poppet, we have less than ninety minutes to get this set up. Are you really ready for this? Once we start, there is no going back.” She hesitated for a couple of moments and nodded her head slowly. I could see the fear in her eyes, but she was brave. I was never so proud of her as I was at that moment. “Good. Hurry, get your hair dry and get ready.” she returned to the bathroom. I then got out the rest of the one last thing I thought was needed, my nipple clamps. I quickly set all the items aside, out of view, but within easy reach. She walked in the room and stood there. I tossed her the garter belt and stockings. She snickered at herself as she fastened the belt on her. “Mom, does Dean like this stocking thing? He really meant what he said about how stockings are wrongly underrated?” I had to laugh at her comment. “Oh, baby, you have no idea what you are fixing to do. Dean will let you know what he wants. All I can tell you is that you should just roll with it. Open yourself to yourself.” She was putting on the stockings as we spoke. I then told her to kneel on the bed, at the foot of it. Master’s bed has four posters of massive girth. Perfect for binding his slut to the bed. She got into place. I took one hand and stretched it to one of the posts. I then took the dark green rope and tied it around her wrist. I tested it to make sure she couldn’t get free. I then took the other end of the rope and started to wrap it around the post after I tied it securely, I walked to the other post and repeated with her other hand. It shook the tiniest bit. “Scared, sweetheart?” I asked. “Yes mom, I am. What if it hurts too much? Can I stop it?” she now had a bit more fear in her eyes than before. I tried calm her down by telling her it was okay to be very scared at first. “If you like we could have a safe word for you at first. Dean will understand. Trust the both of us, darling. I will never let you get hurt.” I, too, was trembling, but it was inside. I wasn’t about to let her see how equally scared I was for her. I was remembering the first time I was tied up back when I was young, about her age now. As I was lost in thought, I went behind her and grabbed the leg irons. She had turned her head at the noise they made. “Mom, what are those?” She looked at them and I could see that she was starting to get second thoughts. I very calmly told her what they were and that it was part of the deal. I took one of her ankles and clicked one of the cuffs on it. As it confined her foot, she tried to move her leg free. I swatted her ass, telling her to sit still. “You have to accept whatever is done to you, girl. No one will purposely hurt you. But you must understand that this confinement is part of the game. I, for one, think that it helps me feel more by being bound as such, and have even learned to love it. I hope you will too.” As I talked, I took her other ankle and cuffed it to the other end of the leg irons. She was secured. I stood back to admire my handiwork. There was my daughter, tied to the bedposts by her wrists and her ankles locked into leg irons. “Struggle, see if you can escape.” I told her. She pulled on the ropes, testing them. She was tied well and I saw that the ropes weren’t too tight on her wrists. I then reached for the ball gag and showed it to her. “This is so that the neighbors don’t hear your screams as you are whipped. Also Master will want you to learn to accept punishment silently as he can’t always be taking the gag off and on when you are to suck his cock.” “Gee, Mom, aren’t you talking a bit harsh? Will I have to suck him, too?” I so much wanted to grab her by the hair and tell her that slaves are supposed to be skilled at cocksucking best, but I thought that Master would be the one to tell her that, not me. “Just open your mouth and accept the gag, honey. It will be all explained later.” She hesitated for a second, and then opened her mouth for the gag. I gently shoved the ball in her mouth, making sure that it was in properly, and then snapped it into place. She didn’t like the feel of it, but I told her that she will get used to it soon enough. Now I had her where I wanted her for the final part of my plan. This part I didn’t tell her. As she was trying to get accustomed to the gag, I went behind her to the table to where the blindfold was. I felt that she would readily accept her fate if she were blindfolded at first. Also I knew from personal experience, be unable to see enhanced the feelings that she would very soon be sensing. I hid the blindfold behind me and walked back to the foot of the bed. She looked up at me and fear registered in her eyes. “Scared, baby?” I asked. She nodded her head. “Are you getting excited, too? I asked softly. She looked at me and slowly nodded her head. I so much wanted to slip my hand between her legs and see for myself if she was wet, but I had to restrain myself. My Master should be the first to feel her wet and dripping pussy. But I did walk back and looked for myself. Sure enough, she was wet. I quickly returned to her head. “There’s one more thing I need to do, poppet,” I whisper softly, making sure that she was relaxed. When I felt the moment was right, I quickly blindfolded her. She started to jerk in her bonds. I held her head in my hands, telling her that it is for her own good. She tried to break free, but I knew she was secured. I kissed her on the forehead. “You will thank me later for doing this.” I then looked up at the time. I had only 30 minutes left before Master was to be home. Another kiss on her head, and I stepped away from her. I took a fast shower, got myself ready, went back to the bedroom and lit some candles and a stick of incense, and turned out the lights. I went to the living room and knelt by the door to wait for Master to enter. I heard his step as he approached the door. I place my head on the floor so his first view of his slave was her naked form bowing to him. As he walked in, he didn’t say a word at first, but I know he noticed that the dusting had been done and without looking he knew the dishes were in the dishwasher. He set his stuff from work down and stood in the center of the living room. “Come here, slut.” He ordered. I crawled to him and stopped before him with my head down. “Look up, girl.” when I did, I saw that he was indeed very excited about whatever my surprise was. “Now, slut, just what and where is my surprise? I’ve thought about it for the past few days haven’t a clue as to what a slut like you could do to surprise her Master.” “Permission to speak, Master.” I asked. He nodded his head. “Master, may this girl blindfold you so she could guide you to the bedroom for your gift?” I trembled in fear as I so much wanted him not to just walk down there and spoil it all for me. “If that is what you need to do, then I guess I’ll allow it.” Whew! I breathed a sigh of relief. He was letting me do this my way. I crawled to where I had place a soft black scarf and with my teeth, brought it back to him. He gave me permission to rise, and as soon as I stood up, I tied it around his head, making sure he couldn’t see. “This better be good, slut, or I’ll have your hide for this.” He snickered. I led him down the hallway. The faint glow of the candles guided me towards the bedroom door. I could see Lindsey on the bed, very tense, scared. The glow from the candles made the sight on the bed all the more enticing. I led Master to the foot of the bed and then stepped aside, kneeling. “Master, you may remove the blindfold.” I watched as he untied the scarf that covered his face. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the darkened room, he saw my daughter on his bed. The look on his face as he gazed at my partially nude daughter, tied by her wrists, leg irons on her ankles, gagged and blindfolded was priceless. He looked at her, then at me, and back at her. He turned to me and motioned for me to crawl to him. When I was positioned in front of him, he leaned down to cup my face and lifted me till I was standing. He looked over my shoulder at my daughter once again. “You did this for me? I am truly surprised, slut, truly surprised.” He kissed me soundly. “Is she willing to do this? Does she know what is required of her?” The questions spilled form him rapidly. “Yes, Master, Lindsey knows what she is in for. But you should show her a taste of what’s in store for her so she can make the decision of whether or not she wants to continue. I took the liberty of telling her that she is to have a safe word. But since she is gagged, may I suggest we place something in her hand so if it gets too much for her to handle, she can drop it and let us know to stop.” He smiled at me and then faced my daughter. “Nod your head yes or no to my questions, girl. Now, do you understand what is going to happen to you?” she shook her head yes. “Do you consent to all of this?” Another nod from her. He then cast me aside, telling me to kneel, and stopped at the side of the bed. He looked down at my daughter, taking his hand and stroked her body. He reached under and held her tit, rolling the nipple between his finger and thumb, tweaking it just a little. Lindsey jerked a bit from the tweak. With his other hand he caressed her ass, which was framed in black from the garter belt and stockings. At first she flinched at his touch, but he slapped her ass, telling her to be still. “A submissive must accept the hands on her always.” she knelt there without moving. As his hands moved about her body, he silently indicated to me to crawl to the foot of the bed and stay there. Not knowing what he had in mind, I did so. I could see the expressions on my daughter’s face as he continued to caress her. When he reached her pussy lips, she broke position and tried to jerk away. Master once again slapped her ass again. “Be still, bitch, or I’ll give you something to jerk about with.” I heard her whimper behind her gag. Master heard it too and smiled to himself. He loves to hear his slut whimper and now her daughter is doing the same. He returned his hand to her pussy lips and ran it up and down. “My, my, my, she is as wet as you get, slut. He then dipped a finger in her pussy, pushing and pulling it out. I could her moan. I then noticed that she didn’t have anything in her hand to signal us, so I took the end of one of the ropes on her wrist and made her open her fist to take it. I took her head in my hands and kissed her cheeks while the Master fingered her pussy. I looked up at Master and saw him looking at us women. With a free hand, he motioned for me to caress her tits while he finger fucked her. As soon as both of his hands were on her again, I reached up and took a tit in my hands. The sudden feeling of two sets of hands on Lindsey was a bit much for her and she started to buck again. Master grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.