6 comments/ 96062 views/ 22 favorites Momma Domme, Daddy Slave By: the_new_guy_234 Ashley leant towards the mirror and gently teased the curls of her jet-black hair until they were perfectly arranged. She shook her head a little, letting them bounce about her forehead before returning to precisely the position she intended, her new haircut was great. She leant in even closer and pouted her lips, she took the ruby red lipstick which she kept beside the sink and twisted its base allowing the waxy stick to twist gently into view. With the precision of a girl in total control she painted the stick across her lips and smacked them loudly as she returned the tube to the counter. Now she really was ready. Her curly black hair framed her delicate pale face and the dark eyeliner and bright red lipstick highlighted her features and gave her the look of a person who wasn't to be messed around with, at once both a seductive queen of a woman and a terrifying enemy if you crossed her. She headed out of her en suite and into her bedroom, clutching a towel tightly across her pert young breasts. She allowed the towel to drop to the ground, leaving her naked body exposed. Quickly she stepped towards her bed and reached for the outfit that she had left there earlier. She took the panties first, a cute black pair, and pulled them up her slender legs, shaking her butt a little as they molded themselves around her perfect contours. Next she went for the matching bra which she quickly placed over her head, careful not to mess up her hair. She leant forward and fastened the small clasp at the back before reaching down towards her bed and taking the next item. She pulled her skinniest pair of blue jeans up her slender thighs, jumping a little as she did to allow them to squeeze their way up her body. She turned and looked at herself in the dress mirror, she smiled as she took in everything she saw; her bra-clad breasts looked perfect atop her flat, well toned stomach. Her jeans were perfect for her, so skinny that they showed off the perfection of her form whilst still leaving the parts which really mattered to the imagination of anyone who looked upon her. Stood, as she was, in just a bra and jeans gave her an odd sense of empowerment, this ensemble made her feel really sexy, she wasn't sure what it was that made her feel this way but she usually dressed herself in this order just so she could admire herself in her bra and jeans. Despite her satisfaction with her outfit so far she knew she had to put on a little more, she was no slut and liked to make her admirers work for what they desired, tonight would be no exception. She reached back down to the bed and picked up a white cotton singlet, she pulled it carefully over her head, eager once again not to ruin her immaculate hair. She turned to the mirror once more, she looked great and she knew it. She reached over to her dresser and collected a leather belt which she threw around her waist and quickly tightened. Then she leant down towards the floor and picked up her newest pair of black leather heels, they were so minimalist that from a distance it would look as though she was barely wearing shoes at all, but from up close the eyes were treated to a visual feast as through the thin leather straps her red-polished toenails, matching her fingers and lips, were clearly visible, complimenting the rest of her ensemble perfectly. She looked at her appearance once more in the dress mirror, at twenty years old she may have been practically a girl but she carried herself like a woman, and it was as a woman, and not a girl, that she felt that night. She headed downstairs into the living room of her family home, she would usually show off her new outfits to her mother before she went out anywhere, Ashley's mother was as fashionable as her daughter and Ashley really appreciated the praise that she got from her. She stepped through the living room door and walked out in front of the couch where her mother, Emma, sat with her husband, James. As she stepped towards the duo she felt a little like a catwalk model stepping out in front of an adoring crowd, in reality, of course, there was only two spectators but Ashley felt as though she was walking out in front of dozens. "Very nice," her mother cooed, inspecting her daughter's attire, "who's the lucky guy?" she added, with a wide smile on her face. "Nobody in particular," replied Ashley, acknowledging with a smile that she realized her mother was trying to force a reaction from her. "You look very nice sweetie," said James, ever supportive of everything his daughter did. "Thanks." "Are those the new heels?" asked Emma, her vision drawn towards her daughter's feet. "Yep," she placed her foot on the couch between her mother and father. "Good aren't they?" "I may have to borrow those," said Emma, a distinct note of jealousy in her voice. "Well maybe," said Ashley "If you're good I'll let you." She remembered how her mother had always rewarded her own good behavior in similar fashion when she was younger. The three laughed. "So where is it you're going tonight?" asked Hannah. "Just the eclipse lounge then maybe somewhere else, I'm not really sure." "Oh, just the eclipse lounge eh?" said Emma, emphasizing the word just. "Quite the little socialite I've bred here," she added, nodding toward Hannah. "Take no notice, honey," said James. "You have a good time." "Don't be back too late," said Emma as her daughter headed towards the door, "there's something I need to talk to you about," she looked gravely towards her husband who bowed his head a little in shame. This was all missed by Ashley though who simple replied, "Sure thing Mom, bye," before heading out the door and into the night. James waited until he was sure that Ashley had left before he said anything. "Are you sure we have to tell her?" he said, his concern evident, "what if she doesn't take it well?" "She's my daughter," replied Emma, angrily, "I can't lie to her, and lately I've noticed a change in her demeanor, I'm sure she's ready and I'm sure she will accept it." "So long as you're sure," said James, his head still bowed. "You're damn right I'm sure," barked Emma, "How dare you even question me." "I'm sorry," he said, not making eye contact. "Don't forget yourself, I've let you pretend we're equals around our daughter in the past but that's going to have to change soon, frankly I think that sometimes you forget who you are, you forget what you are." "Please, I'm sorry," mewed James, pathetically. "Just don't let it happen again," returned Emma, calming herself down. "I don't mean to get angry but sometimes you force me to it." The two sat in silence for a moment whilst Emma reigned in her temper and James reminded himself of his position in their relationship. When both seemed to have readjusted James stood up and broke the silence, "would you like some wine?" he asked courteously. "Yes please, James," came the reply, "Feel free to bring a glass for yourself as well." "Thank you Miss," he said; he bowed slightly and headed towards the kitchen where he found a bottle of pinot noir already breathing on the counter. He collected a couple of wine glasses from the cupboard and returned to the living room. he placed the glasses on the small table that sat beside the couch and filled them both, making sure to fill Emma's first. The drinks poured he took the second glass and returned to the other side of the couch, placing his glass on the small table that stood beside it. "Don't sit down just yet," said Emma, knowing full well that James had already made herself comfortable. "Go and fetch the stool," she added indicating the small footstool that sat before an armchair off to the side of the room. "Yes Miss," said James obediently before heading off to carry out her orders. He dragged the stool across the floor placing it about a leg's length away from Emma. "Please... sit," said Emma, indicating with a gentle not that she intended he sat on the footstool. He wasted no time in carrying out his order and was soon seated on the stool. "Now," said Emma, taking advantage of her elevated position. "There's going to be some new rules around here soon and want to be totally sure that you understand what they are. So Listen up." "Yes Miss..." he replied, but was cut off. "Don't interrupt me you little worm. I'm glad this charade that we've been putting on for a daughter is coming to an end soon because lately you've been growing more and more insolent." She managed not to get angry this time but there was a note of agitation in her voice. "As I may have mentioned earlier I've started to notice that our daughter is showing all of the signs that she's growing up to be like me, which is a relief frankly because I couldn't bear it if I'd bred a pathetic little worm like you. I intend to allow her dominant side to grow and so I've decided that she will take a superior role in this household. I'm going to stop pretending that you're my equal and tell her that you're my slave; furthermore I'm going to tell her that from tonight you will be her slave too. Is this clear?" "Yes Mistress," said James, still a little uncertain. "When she's had a few weeks practice with you I'm going to let her have a bit of fun with that sister of yours. Funny that you both turned out so submissive, it really must be down to parenting. In a few weeks I'm going to invite to come and live with us, and I know she'll come rushing just for another chance to serve me again, what she won't know, of course is that I intend that you're sister will be Ashley's twenty first birthday present, to use as she see fits. Are we still clear?" "Yes Mistress." "Good. Now, I just want to make myself perfectly clear that if you disobey our daughter you will be punished as badly as if it was me you'd disobeyed. Unless she gives you an order that contradicts one of mine then you've got to hop right to it, no questions asked." She paused for a moment, she was sure her husband understood, she didn't need to ask him again. He had been reluctant to go along with the idea from the very beginning but Emma knew her daughter and knew that it would be fine; she just had to remind her husband of his subservient position and make sure that he didn't forget himself. She decided that the best thing to do would be to remind him what it was she could do to him if she so desired. She barely looked at him as she ordered, "Take off your clothes." He wasted no time in doing so, stripping off each and every one of his garments and throwing them onto the vacant armchair. With a minute he was stood before his mistress, stark naked. "Turn around," ordered Emma, indicating that her husband turn his back to her. He did so immediately. "Now lean over the stool," she added, again he complied without question, exposing his naked ass to his wife. She stood up and left the room, James knew better than to move, he was pretty sure he knew what was coming so he just controlled his breathing so that he'd be able to block some of the pain and waited for the inevitable. Barely two minutes had passed by the time Emma arrived. The living room door was only a little out of his field of vision but James knew better that to try and look at his mistress as she entered the room. She walked to his side and placed the cane that she had just fetched on the exposed flesh of his bare ass. Even down the length of the cane she could feel his body shudder in anticipation. She decided not to strike just yet and instead let him suffer for a little longer. She walked around to the other side of his body, allowing the cane to trail over his soft flesh. She lifted it momentarily from his body and saw his buttock clench in anticipation, she didn't strike. Instead she tapped the cane gently over his exposed asshole, adding more force with each consecutive hit until finally he gasped audibly with the pain. She withdrew the cane and paused again, not wanting her strikes to be predictable. She watched his ass twitching and tensing as it anticipated the hot sting of the cane, but it didn't come. She waited until he had tensed his buttocks once more and then, as soon as he relaxed them again, she unleashed a fierce lash across both cheeks. The crack of the cane reverberated through the room and her husband grunted with the shock of the hit. She observed her handiwork, looking down at his bare white ass, now highlighted by a thin line of red. He was breathing heavily, she could see that clearly, and she knew full well that it was a technique he used to block out some of the pain. She waited again, allowing the anticipation to build up once more before finally throwing down another blow with the cane, an inch or so below the last strike which had left a sizeable welt on his ass. Knowing that he'd expect her to wait longer she decided to strike twice more, each time slightly lower than the last strike, she waited for her ministrations to show. Before long she could clearly see four red striped that had formed across the length of his tender behind. She continued in this manner for about ten minutes, biding her time before the time was right to strike, in all she struck him a dozen times, each with enough force to illicit a loud yelp and to leave a stripe across his backside. By the time she had reached her twelfth strike James knew that for now it was over, she always worked in dozens and rarely inflicted more than one dozen without preparing him for it before hand. She placed the cane down on the coffee table and knelt down at her husband's side. She placed her hand on his tender ass and rubbed it softly with the palm of her hand, savoring the heat that his punished buttocks were emitting and reveling in the feel of the small welts beneath her fingertips. "Just remember," said Emma, "that if you let me down and disobey our daughter then I'll give you so much more than that, that was a small punishment for your insubordination earlier, from now on I'm not going to be holding back. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" "Yes." She slapped her hand viciously against his tender behind, "Yes what?" "Yes mistress," he groaned. Still knelt behind her beaten slave she placed her hand back onto his ass and slid it down towards his exposed genitals. He shivered as her hand made a brief contact with her balls, she enjoyed seeing the effect she was having on him and took his balls in her hand and tugged them briefly towards the ground, forcing him to let out a short, airless moan. She released him immediately, intent upon his cock, she could see that it was as hard as ever it was, there seemed to be nothing that aroused him more than a strong punishment session. She grabbed his cock in her hand; it was as warm as his freshly pounded ass. Slowly she began to pump his engorged member taking advantage of the position she had over him, he was, almost literally, bent over a barrel. She shuffled around him a little bit allowing her hand better access to pump his cock; she took her spare hand and pointed her index finger before shoving it roughly into his puckered asshole. It gripped itself tightly around the finger as she pushed it back and forth attempting to bring him closer to orgasm. In her other hand she could feel that his cock was getting warmer and saw his balls twitching as though he was about to explode. She continued her ministrations before finally withdrawing her hand from his cock and moving her finger from his asshole and denying him the orgasm that he so desperately needed. She stood up abruptly and sat back down on the couch. Her husband remained motionless, knowing that it was his place to stay completely still, bent over the stool, until he was ordered to move. Emma took a sip of wine from the glass and made herself comfortable, enjoying the knowledge that the welts on her husband's ass would be there all night. She enjoyed the feeling that she got just from sitting back and watching his motionless body, knowing that he would stay completely still until she ordered him to move. She turned on the TV and began to flick idly through the channels, she wanted to test his endurance and leave him in that position for a while before seeking any further service from him. For the next hour or so she watched the TV sometimes her gaze was focused intently upon the screen and at other times upon her husband's ass. Eventually, however, she decided that she wanted a little fun and she reached for the phone that stood on the table beside the couch. She picked the phone off its cradle and thumbed through the menu, looking for her daughter's cell phone number. Her name being Ashley it was near the top of the list and it was only a few seconds before Emma had found it and pressed the dial button. She pressed the speakerphone button and placed the handset on the arm of the couch. Before Long the phone was picked up. "Hello," said Ashley at the other end of the line. "Hi sweetie, it's Mom." "Oh hi Mom," came Ashley's reply, "is everything okay?" "Everything's fine honey, I was just checking that you were having a good time; you father and I are really enjoying ourselves at home." "O-Kay..." replied her daughter cautiously, "Have you been drinking?" "Just a little bit sweetie, I was just wondering when you were coming home." "Probably soon there's not much going on here, I'll be home in about an hour." "Alright, I'll wait up for you, there's something I need to tell you." "Okay," said Ashley, "I'll see you soon." "Bye." The line went dead and Emma placed the phone back in the cradle. "Looks like we've only got one more hour." She said quietly, as though pondering something. "I'm going to leave the room now, I want you to stay put, I'll be turning out the light as well so do try and stay awake. I'm going to want to take a little time to explain things to my daughter before I reveal her father's true nature so I won't be back for at least an hour, maybe two, it all depends on how reluctant she is to see you. Remember; you are to obey her from now on as well as me, and there will be no mercy for you if you fail to obey her." She left the room as she had explained she would and closed the door behind her. She walked upstairs to the bedroom to get a few things ready for her daughter's return. Having been wearing the same clothes all day the first thing that she felt she needed to do was to change into more suitable eveningwear. She quickly shed her clothes and walked, naked, into the bathroom allowing herself the briefest of showers before quickly toweling herself dry and returning to the bedroom. She opened her chest of drawers and decided that her best lingerie would be perfect. She slipped on her sexiest black lace bra and panty combination, the latter part being more of a thong than an actual panty. Obviously she couldn't greet her daughter dressed so suggestively so she threw on a matching black negligee over the top, covering the curves of her body slightly better without taking away from the undeniable beauty that she so obviously displayed. Next she went into the wardrobe and removed a small wooden box from inside. The box itself was slightly larger than a shoebox and was used to store her favorite dildos and vibrators. She lifted the box and walked back down the stairs with it, placing it just outside the door to the living room, the room that her husband was obediently waiting in. Having set the box down she returned to the bedroom and sprayed herself with a gentle mist of her favorite perfume and allowed herself a little time to rearrange her hair and touch up her makeup. By the time she had finished preparing herself almost an hour had passed and she walked slowly down the stairs before waiting on one of the lower steps for her daughter to return. She waited for perhaps ten minutes, going over the impending conversation in her head, she knew her daughter would understand but she knew that she would have to be careful choosing her words. Momma Domme, Daddy Slave Ch. 02 This is a continuation of "Momma Domme, Daddy Slave" i strongly reccoment you read it first to get background. * Ashley awoke early that morning. Beams of sunlight were streaming in through a gap in the curtains and the distinct smell of bacon could be detected wafting up from downstairs. Feeling deeply refreshed by the night's sleep she had just awoken from she jumped energetically out of bed and waltzed her naked body slowly across her room, enjoying the feeling of soft carpet underfoot and warm air caressing her supple young body. She stepped into the bathroom and turned the shower on. After waking she would always hop immediately in the shower and today was not going to be an exception. She waited for the water to warm up and stepped under the jets as soon as they began to steam. She tilted her head back for a moment, allowing her body to warm up under the powerful spray. She quickly washed her hair and applied a dollop of shower gel to her hands before rubbing every inch of her soft skin to a state of perfect cleanliness. She stepped out of the shower feeling thoroughly refreshed and ready for the day to come; a day that she knew would be unlike any other she had experienced in her young life. She toweled herself down and returned her naked frame to her bedroom, quickly choosing out a comfortable outfit and throwing it on. Today she decided on an ensemble that was still sexy but also light and comfortable; she chose a white cotton singlet, similar to the one she had worn the night before only today she neglected to put on a bra beneath it. She slipped on a pair of white cotton panties beneath her denim miniskirt and placed her feet into a pair of flip-flops before heading out through her bedroom door and down the stairs towards the kitchen. Upon arriving in the room her eyes were immediately drawn to her father who was standing by the stove cooking breakfast, his bare ass still marked from the night before. Her mother was sat at the kitchen table, watching him as he continued in his work. "Morning," said Ashley, turning towards her mother. "Morning, sweetie," she replied, standing up to kiss her daughter on the cheek. "Breakfast is almost ready," she added, sitting back down again. Ashley took a seat at the table next to her mother and joined her in watching her father, the two enjoyed watching his muscles twitch and turn as he moved about the kitchen and Emma took great pleasure in the cane marks that remained on his pert ass. Before long James had prepared breakfast and plated up a feast of eggs, bacon and toast onto two plates. He placed the plates on the table before his two mistresses, revealing to Ashley for the first time that day his flaccid member. For a moment Ashley was unsure why he had only served two plates but her uncertainty was soon alleviated as her father knelt beside his wife, waiting obediently, like a dog, accepting any scraps she threw his way. Ashley and Emma ate quickly, James had always been a great cook and breakfast had always been one of the meals that he made exceptionally well. Before long the two had cleaned their plates. Emma placed her plate on the floor beside her and James immediately got to work, licking off the crumbs and leftovers that she had saved for him. Ashley, learning quickly, lifted her plate from the table and placed it similarly beside her chair. Soon James had cleaned Emma's plate and crawled on his hands and knees towards his daughter, promptly cleaning every last scrap off her plate too. As soon as he had finished he collected the plates and placed them in the sink so that he could clean them up later. He returned immediately to Emma's side and knelt obediently as before. "So what've you got planned for our little slut today then Mom?" asked Ashley, really getting into the spirit of their new family dynamic. "Anything you want babe, I want this to be your day." "I'll have to think about it, I'm not really sure what I want to do." "Well why don't we leave your father here to clear up the breakfast mess while we relax in the living room?" Emma suggested. "Okay," said Ashley, making her way immediately towards the living room. Emma turned to James, "We'll take some coffee in the living room, and make sure you get all of this mess cleaned up properly." "Yes mistress," he said, bowing slightly before standing up to complete his tasks. Emma headed into the living room and took a seat on the leather couch next to her daughter. Ashley was apparently deep in thought, or at least trying to give that impression, Emma suspected that she was probably still a little embarrassed about initiating anything of her own volition so decided to put her at ease. "How did you find last night?" she asked, hoping to understand how agreeable her daughter was to their new situation. "I thought it was strange at first," she replied, thoughtfully, "but as soon as I saw what he was prepared to do, when you made him clean my feet, I realized that it was actually kind o' fun." "And what about the things I made him do to me last night? I assume you've experienced similar things yourself in the past." "Yeah I have," said Ashley, looking back on her underwhelming sexual encounters, "but when guys have eaten me out in the past it always seemed as though they were only doing it so that I would return the favor." "Well there's no chance of that with your father," said Emma, remind her daughter of his utter devotion to his mistresses. She paused for a moment, "but it didn't bother you to see him do that to me?" "Hell no," said Ashley with gusto, "That was hot." Emma smiled widely, "I got the impression you thought that, did you end up using that vibrator in the end?" Ashley looked down at her feet, resting on the footstool before her. "She mumbled her response, "Yeah, pretty much as soon as I got into bed." "Don't be ashamed sweetie," said her mother, placing a supportive hand on her arm. "It would be hypocritical of me to judge you for it, don't forget whose vibrator it was." "Yeah... I'm not ashamed, it's just masturbation seems so taboo." "More taboo than what you saw last night?" Said Emma; practically laughing at her daughter's concern. "Jesus, you're right," said Ashley, "Yes I took your vibrator last night, I used it and I fucking loved it." She said, the tone of her voice injecting finality into that part of the conversation. James entered the room with two cups of steaming black coffee, the way the ladies both liked it. He placed the cups on the coffee table before bowing gracefully and heading back towards the kitchen to finish his chores. "There was something that I was wondering," Ashley said, blowing on her coffee. "Do you ever let Dad have his orgasm?" "Sometimes," said Emma, a smile growing on his face. "Only if he's really pleased me and only if I think it will be more fun than denying him." Ashley pondered her mother's words for a while before asking another question, "when was the last time you let him cum?" "Thursday," replied Emma, without hesitation. "So two days ago?' "More like one and a half," her mother corrected, "it was Thursday night." "Okay," said Ashley, taking a cautious sip of her coffee. The two sat in silence for a while, sipping at their coffees. "Have you had any thoughts about what it is you want to do today?" asked Emma. "I don't really know," said Ashley, looking up towards her mother with an awkward look on her face. "I understand if you're a little embarrassed sweetie," Emma reassured her, "If you like, I'll give the orders and you just jump in whenever you feel comfortable, okay?" "I was hoping you'd say that," said Ashley, clearly relieved. "You just watch and learn from Momma." She smiled cheekily at her daughter, "finish your coffee and then we can have a little fun." The two quickly sipped down their cups of coffee, Ashley almost burning her tongue in her excitement but managing to finish in the end. They placed their cups back down on the coffee table and made themselves comfortable in the couch, sitting as close to each other as they could. "Slave," called Emma at the top of her voice. Her call was immediately responded to and James came running into the living room before kneeling in front of the couch before his wife and daughter. "We're going to have a little bit of fun with you now," said Emma, a menacing grin forming on her face. "Does that suit you?" she added. "If that is your desire mistress," he said, obediently. "It is my desire," returned Emma always in her element when teasing her slave, she turned to her daughter, "Is it your desire sweetie?" "Oh I think so," said Ashley, her voice a little sarcastic but meaning every word she said. "Did you hear that, slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Lift your head up, I want you to take a look at your daughter," Emma ordered. He complied immediately. "I want you to tell her what part of me you most like to worship." He paused for a moment, his face flushed red with embarrassment. "I can't hear you," Emma barked. "I like to worship your mother's asshole," he said, rushing the words in reaction to his wife's harsh tone. "Oh?" said Ashley intrigued. "Well go on; tell her what it is you do." "I like to press my nose against it and sniff her perfume. I like it when she rubs my face with it and lets me lick it; I like to stick my tongue as deep into her asshole as I can force it." His face was burning red but he did not direct his gaze away from his daughter. "And what about your asshole?" Emma asked. "I like it when your mother pushes things into my ass, I enjoy it when she forces a butt plug in or fucks me with a dildo or her strap on." His face was even redder now but he didn't lower his head. "You're a sick little pervert aren't you?" Ashley chided. "Yes Mistress," he replied. "What is it about being fucked in the ass that you enjoy so much?" Emma asked, trying to continue his humiliation. "I like to feel like a little bitch, like some kind of whore, I like to know that you own my hole, and you don't care how much it hurts when you fuck it." "What is it you like to do with the strap on when I'm finished?" "I like to suck it like a cock, and taste my freshly fucked ass." "And why do you like all this?" "Because I'm a dirty little slut." He said, the red in his face fading but still clearly there. "He's disgusting," said Ashley, wanting to help add to his degradation. "He's a sick fucking slut is what he is," Emma agreed, "A fucking deviant." "What are we going to do with him?" asked Ashley, her inhibitions loosening by the second. "Nothing just yet," said Emma, a slightly calmest edge to her voice, "I have a few questions for him that I want him to answer." "Cool," said Ashley waiting for more. "Did you enjoy cleaning your daughter's feet with that dirty little tongue of yours last night?" "Yes Mistress," he replied, "I enjoyed it very much." "Did it make you feel like you wanted to worship any other part of her body?" "Yes Mistress," he replied, failing to elaborate. "Well..." returned Emma, a little angry with his short answer. "I wanted to worship her ass and pussy." "Which one did you want to worship more?" "Her ass," he said, his face becoming red again. "Jesus," said Ashley, "He's fucking obsessed." "What would you give for a taste of that sweet hole?" asked Emma, clearly enjoying herself. "Anything Mistress, anything at all." Ashley looked at her mother she knew that she had something in store for him and was eager to find out what it was. "Well I think," she said, beginning to reveal her plan, "that before you can even dream of going near her precious little asshole, she has to tear you a new one." "I like the sound of that," said Ashley, becoming excited at the prospect of becoming an active participant in whatever was about to happen. Emma addressed her slave, "I want you to go and wait in the bedroom, I will be up shortly." He stood up and walked out of the room. When he had left the room she turned to her daughter, "How would you like to fuck daddy's ass?" she asked. "Right now?" she returned, clearly excited. "Yeah." "I'd love to," she said, enthusiastically. "Come with me then," said Emma, jumping abruptly to her feet. She turned to her daughter and took her hand before leading her out into the hall and up the stairs to the master bedroom. When they arrived in the room they found that James had followed out his orders and was waiting at the foot of the bed, exactly as he had the night before. Emma turned to him, "On the bed," she barked, "get on all fours." He wasted no time in doing so and was promptly positioned as instructed. Ashley looked on in eager anticipation of what was to come, her eyes fixed intently on her mother as she reached under the bed and slid a plastic box out. She quickly flicked the lid open and removed a couple of items before pushing the box back under the bed, "There's plenty more in there that I'll show you later," she said turning to her daughter. "Can't wait," replied Ashley. Emma placed the new objects on the bed beside her husband and addressed him directly. "Face down, hands behind your back." He had been given this order many times before and quickly complied, pushing his face into the soft sheets of the bed, forcing his ass into a better, more elevated, position. Emma hopped onto the bed and knelt beside her husband. She took both of his wrists in one hand and quickly bound them with a strong roll of duck tape, forcing them together over the small of his back. When she had tied his wrists she turned to her daughter, "are you ready?" she asked, discarding the forceful tone of her voice and replacing it with a gentler, more motherly, air. "Definitely," said Ashley, her enthusiasm now inescapable. "Come over here," instructed Emma, gently beckoning her daughter to the side of the bed. Ashley stepped confidently towards her mother, eagerly awaiting her first real chance to assert her dominance over her father. "You'll need to take off that pretty skirt of yours," said Emma, flicking the top of it playfully with an outstretched finger. Ashley was so eager to humiliate her father that she dropped the skirt to the ground without any hesitation. Emma looked at her daughter with pride and offered her the second object she had removed from the box, a strap on dildo. "Before you put it on," she said, "there's one more thing I think we should do," she looked down at her daughter's panties a patch of moisture clearly visible. "What's that?" asked Ashley cautiously; acutely aware of where her mother's stare was intently fixed. "I think you'd enjoy it more if I showed you," said Emma, her menacing grin reassuring her daughter that whatever it was that was about to happen it would probably be fun. "You'll need to take those things off anyway," she added, pointing at her daughters panties. Ashley paused for a moment, still not confident at exposing herself to her mother. "Are you sure?" she asked, conveying her genuine sense of unease. "I promise you that you'll like what happens next... besides, I did let you see mine last night," she pouted her lips and looked at her daughter with puppy dog eyes, the two laughed heartily. Feeling at least a little reassured by her mother's candor Ashley decided to comply, she quickly removed her panties, exposing her pretty, bare pussy to her mother. Emma stuck out her hand waiting for her daughter's panties, "hand 'em over," she said cheerfully, twisting her fingers in expectation. Ashley placed her moist panties in her mother's hand with a smile. "You really are excited," said Emma, noticing the moisture she felt on the fabric. "Mom!" said Ashley, playfully tapping Emma on the shoulder. "No, I meant it in a good way, it makes this part even better." "What are you going to do?" asked Ashley, although she already had a pretty good idea. "Watch and learn baby," said Emma playfully, taking the panties in both hands and compressing them into a ball. She knelt back on the bed beside her husband and pulled his head up off the sheets, with his hands restrained behind his back he was powerless to stop her as she held his nose, hoping to restrict his breathing. Before long he opened his mouth to gasp for air and Emma was able, with relative ease, to shove her daughter's wet panties into his gaping mouth. He had fought to avoid it but when the panties entered his mouth and the musky taste of his daughter's pussy hit his tongue he stopped his protestations, he knew better than to fight back anyway. In another swift motion Emma took the roll of duck tape and had taped his mouth closed. Ashley looked on in disbelief at what her mother had just done, it became clear that this lifestyle that her mother had chosen was one which she had taken to with vigor and her years of experience were visible in every action that she undertook. Emma looked up at her daughter, reveling in her look of awe, "You're impressed?" she asked, her voice swelling with pride. "Hell yeah," came Ashley's replied, "You're amazing." "Well I do my best," replied Emma, feigning an arrogant nonchalance before laughing heartily with her daughter. The two paused for a moment before Emma broke the silence, "Come on then," she said eagerly, "better get that strap on onto that cute little puss' of yours." Ashley was taken aback by her mother's comment, nobody had ever called it cute before, for a moment she wanted to protest but she truly was flattered by the comment. Without saying a word she took the strap on and fixed it securely to her hips, struggling at first to tighten it to a perfect fit but eventually getting there. With her cock firmly attached she looked down at it and stroked the side, enjoying the sensation. The dildo itself was made out of some kind of hard rubber; it had some give and allowed the cock to bend but was almost as hard as a plastic dildo. Emma felt surprisingly proud of her daughter as she looked her over, her bare legs topped by the protrusion of a dildo, marking her role as the family's second dominant. She reached over the bedside table and produced some lube which she promptly squeezed onto her hands. She rubbed the fluid through her fingers before reaching out towards her daughters newly fastened cock and rubbing the lotion over every inch of the hard rubber. Ashley enjoyed the view that she was getting, allowing her mother to lube the dildo, it seemed strange for a moment but ultimately she was aware that she found the experience more than a little erotic and it helped to build the anticipation towards what she knew was coming next. Having finished lubing the strap on Emma turned to her husband and cleaned the excess lubricant from her hands by rubbing it aggressively into his hair. She turned back to her daughter and looked at her with a smile; "Well," she said, "give me a spin," indicating her daughter show her the new toy from all angles. Ashley turned slowly on the spot, enjoying the feeling of power that the strap on gave her and also enjoying the thought that her mother was enjoying it too. As Ashley turned her back on her mother, now halfway through her little show, she was shocked to her call out, "cute tush," she ignored this outburst but felt a sense of pride welling up deep within her. Eventually she finished the demonstration and was, once again, facing her mother. "You really are bad," said Ashley, referring to her mother's comment. "Lighten up," her mother said playfully, "I'm glad you inherited some of my better genes, your pert little rump really is cute." "I didn't mind," Ashley assured her, "you just took me by surprise; I'm seeing a naughty side to my mother that I never knew existed." Momma Domme, Daddy Slave Ch. 02 "I hope you like it because you'll be seeing a whole lot more of it now." "Oh don't worry, Mom," said Ashley, trying to give as good as she got, "I much prefer your naughty side," the two smiled at each other. "Ready then sweetie?" Emma asked, nodding her head towards the obedient slave, who hadn't moved an inch since being tied town. "Yes Ma'am," answered Ashley with gusto. She placed herself onto the bed and stood behind her father's naked ass, still striped from the beating her mother had given him the night before. She stood still for a moment, enjoying the sense of power it gave her to just stand over him, cock poised at the ready, his ass vulnerable to attack whenever her whim dictated. Emma looked on with a feeling of great excitement, she was about to watch her daughter perform her first act of dominance, she had waited for this moment for as long as she suspected her daughter's dominant tendencies and now it was about to happen. She waited for the moment, ready to see her daughter finally cross the threshold from being her daddy's little girl to being mommy's little dominant. Finally the moment came, Ashley felt as though she had waited long enough. She placed a hand on the small of her father's back to steady herself and pressed her crotch forwards. She knew that she take a little more time to tease him and so she rubbed the cock slowly up and down his crack, pausing briefly as she touched his anus, allowing him to believe she was about to push forward before continuing with her teasing motions. She rested the cock against his puckered hole and slapped the head of the cock heavily onto her father's entrance. She could hear a few muffled moans escaping through the makeshift gag that sealed his lips closed, she enjoyed the small acknowledgement that he was suffering, it excited her greatly to see her father like this, such a helpless little bitch. She took another look at her mother who was staring intently at the scene spread out before her. From where she stood she could see her husband's crumpled body and her daughter standing firmly behind him, making him suffer. She could see the faint trace of her daughter's nipples through the singlet that she wore and she saw the look of intense concentration on the young woman's face. Briefly they made eye contact and Emma nodded her approval. Ashley took this as a sign to press home the advantage she had over her father. Straightening out her arm on her father's back she pushed the cock slowly into his puckered ass. His tiny hole resisted as the cock forced its way in, slipping gradually forward before stopping in place. James' eyes were closed with a combination of the pleasure, the pain and the humiliation, his face was flushed red and beneath his bowing body his cock was rock solid. He moaned through the gag, louder than before, Ashley enjoyed the sound that her father emitted and quickly pulled the cock back towards her, her father's asshole resisting the return journey almost as much as the original slow thrust. She allowed the cock to slip out of her father's ass and watched intently as his hole quickly closed itself up again. She wasted no time and forced herself back inside him, this time not allowing the resistance in his ass to slow her down, she thrust her hips vigorously forwards, the dildo slid through with ease and James tried to cry out but was muffled by the gag. Ashley pulled back once more, this time not allowing the cock to escape her father's tight ass and giving him no time to rest before thrusting it back in again, reveling in more moans of pleasure and pain from her father. She looked back at her mother who was enjoying the show, her eyes fixed intently on her daughter, admiring the beauty of seeing her only child in complete control of her surroundings. Noticing her mother's apparent happiness with the scene laid out before her Ashley felt her confidence swell significantly and continued with her efforts. She thrust the cock back and forth with ever increasing speed, allowing her hips to move, almost involuntarily, to the natural rhythm she felt inside her. With each forwards thrust she heard her father moan and with each motion backwards she heard him breathing heavily through his nose, attempting to catch his breath. As she lost herself to the feeling of power she got from fucking her father's ass she started to move automatically. She no longer thought about the thrusts that she drove mercilessly into him, she was on autopilot, in a state of complete control. She felt as though she could have gone on all day, never relenting. She imagined her father screaming for mercy beneath his gag but allowing him none, constantly thrusting until it suited her to stop. Soon she snapped out of her reverie but continued her assault nonetheless, the feeling of resistance seemed to have gone and she pumped heavily into his accepting hole. She felt her body building up a light sweat as the exertion of the thrusts finally caught up to her. The thin cotton of her singlet stuck to her body, like a second skin, she felt the heat of chest rising beneath it and she saw her mother looking intently upon the nipples that were now clearly pressing against the fabric. In a moment of recklessness she slowed her thrusting and threw off her singlet, exposing her bare breasts before she continued to pound her father's ass. She continued to rock back and forth, picking up the pace once more, her pert globes bouncing freely against her chest as a light sweat built up and her breathing became heavy with the exertion. Finally she could take no more and pulled out of her father's ass, holding the dildo slightly away from him. As she withdrew she noticed that he seemed to move back towards the cock, as if silently begging for more, without warning she gave him what he wanted and quickly thrust the cock into his eager asshole, finding none of the resistance that she'd experienced when she had started. Before he could get used to it she pulled it back out again and stepped casually of the bed, giving her father a hard slap on the ass before sitting down. Emma came and sat down beside her, placing an arm around the naked frame of her daughter, allowing her to catch her breath before engaging her in conversation. "How was it?" she asked, eagerly awaiting her response. "That was great," replied Ashley, now recovered from the tiring experience, "that husband of yours is a real bitch," she added, firmly confident with her newfound dominant role. "You were amazing," said Emma, her sincerity was obvious. "Thanks." "I couldn't keep my eyes off you, sweetie, you really knew what to do up there," "I noticed that you were watching me, made me feel really good to know I was living up to your example," said Ashley, happy that her mother was so pleased with her efforts. "So what do we do now?" "Well someone's going to have to clean up that cock of yours before we put it back in the box." Ashley remembered what her mother had said earlier and wasted no time preparing herself for giving another round of humiliation. Without waiting for any explicit instruction from her mother Ashley hopped back up onto the bed, only this time she stood at its head, standing over her father's flushed red face. She looked at her slave for a moment before kneeling down before him, his head still fixed onto the sheets, looking out to one side, not daring to look at his daughter, especially after she had proved to him how rough she was willing to be. She placed a hand on the back of his head and pulled his face away from the sheets, he moaned loudly as she tugged at his hair but he soon stopped and looked upon his daughter. He was surprised to see that she was completely naked; wearing nothing except the strap on that she had just used to fuck him so mercilessly. He could see that the shaft was still wet, dampened by a combination of the lube that had been applied and the juice from his ass, he knew what was coming and waited for the inevitable. Ashley placed her hand at the corner of the tape that fastened his mouth closed and tore it off roughly, enjoying the sight of her father shuddering in pain as she did. "Spit," she ordered, referring to the panties that still sat in his mouth. With a pathetic blowing action they fell from his mouth and fell heavily onto the bed, unfolding themselves slightly as they rested. Ashley took the panties, now far wetter than when she had taken them off, and placed them onto her father's head, like a hat. She looked at her father who was staring back at her fearfully, "how was that Daddy," she asked in a mocking little girl voice. "That was amazing Mistress, thank you," he said, genuinely thankful for the brutal fucking she had just given him. "What are you going to do for me now, you little slut?" she asked, replacing her cutesy tones with ones that ringed with severity and control. "I'm going to clean that cock for you," he said, his face reddening with shame. "Well go on then," said Ashley impatiently. James raised his head slightly higher and then lowered his mouth over the entire length of the cock, from such close proximity he could smell the moistness that his aroused daughter was exuding and felt dizzy with the very notion that it was dominating him that had made her so damp. His reverie was soon broken by the barking tone of his disappointed daughter "not like that you stupid whore, I want to see you lick it, I'm not like all those sailors you no doubt go down on, I want you to clean it not deep-throat it." "Yes Mistress," he said dejectedly, "sorry mistress," that comment about sailors had really humiliated him. He had never sucked a guy off in his life and he knew that his daughter suspected as much but the comment still caused him considerable shame. He turned his head to one side and licked the dildo with more deliberate strokes. He allowed his tongue to dance softly over the rubber shaft and enjoyed giving his daughter a show as he pressed his lips against it and ran them softly up each side. Before long the dildo had been cleaned, it was still moist but now it was the moisture that he had very deliberately applied that made its surface glisten. "That's enough," said Ashley, now taking dominance confidently in her stride. "Sit up," she said forcefully indicating her father kneel before her. He did so immediately, revealing his throbbing erection to his daughter. Ashley looked briefly at her father's cock, it was not a bad size but she saw no reason why she should tell him that, "no wonder nobody wants to fuck you when all you've got is that pathetic little thing between your legs." James was stung by the comment but bowed his head respectfully as his face reddened with embarrassment. He said nothing, he knew better than to argue. Ashley stood up and turned her back to her father before kneeling back down on the bed and placing her hands on headboard. "Now," she said. "I seem to remember that there was some talk of you worshipping my asshole." James looked up excitedly; he stared intently at his daughter's ass, a hungry look in his eyes. "Well I think you've earned it," she said, hiding a wicked grin from her father. "Don't just stare at it... eat it!" James needed no encouragement and shuffled towards his daughter, his pace restricted by the fact his hand were still taped behind his back. He leant in close to his daughter's pert buttocks, readying himself for the pleasure he had been anticipating. Ashley turned to look at him, her grin widening as he approached. She waited until his face was mere millimeters away from her ass before standing up and stepping back off the bed to rejoin her mother. "Did you really think I was going to give it away that easily?" she asked him, mockingly. "Come on, answer me, did you really think I was going to let you taste me?" "Yes mistress," he said, pathetically, kneeling back down on the bed. "You've got a pretty inflated view of yourself if you think that," Ashley teased as she bent down and slipped the strap on off her hips, leaving her young body completely naked. She threw the strap on at her father's chest with some force; he barely moved and didn't react to the force of the blow. "Get downstairs and finish cleaning that kitchen," she ordered. "Wait," said Emma, who had until that moment been happy just to watch. She walked over to James who had stopped in his tracks and removed the duck tape that bound his wrist together. "Off you go," she said dismissively as she dropped the tape onto the floor. She turned to her daughter and smiled, looking on with a sense of pride. "You were amazing," she said, "you've taken to this so well." "Hey," said Ashley, "it's only because I have the best teacher." "Well who cares, eh? As long as were both happy, I'm glad that Momma's little girl grew up to become such a good Domme." She reached out for a hug. Ashley quickly embraced her mother, pressing her body tightly to the woman who had showed her so much. It seemed so natural that Ashley should be pressing her naked body against that of her caring mother that it didn't once enter the minds of either of them. Eventually they pulled away from the hug. "What do you have planned now then?" asked Emma, excited to hear how her daughter was going to humiliate their slave even more. "I'm not sure," she said, "You have any ideas?" "I've got one that I think you'll like," said Emma, "Put on some fresh panties and a bra and I'll meet you downstairs in ten minutes." "Okay," said Ashley enthusiastically. "Let's call it fifteen; I want to take a shower first." "Alright, I'll see you in fifteen, now run along," said Emma, giving her daughter a playful slap on her bare ass as she trotted merrily out of the room. Momma Domme, Daddy Slave Before long a key clicked in the lock on the front door and Ashley stumbled into the house. She squinted into the darkness of the hallway and made out the silhouette of her mother sitting on the stairs. "Hi Mom," she said as she placed her keys on the table. "Hi babe," her mother replied, "come sit up here with me for a minute will you?" she asked, her voice caring and gentle. "Sure," she replied, "just let me get these heels off, they may be sexy but they sure aren't comfortable." "Leave them on for a moment and come sit with me, there's something I need to tell you," her voice sounded more serious now but the caring tone was still present. Ashley moved up the stairs and sat on the step below her mother. "What is it Mom?" she asked. "There's something I need to tell you and it's very important that you listen to what I say, it's also very important that from now on we are both completely honest with each other." "Sure," said Ashley, cautiously. "First of all though; how was your night?' "It was alright, pretty dead tonight though, that's why I'm back so early." "Any nice boys?" asked Emma, keen to hear any gossip. "Yeah..." she said, sadly, "There was plenty of boys," she emphasized the word, "no men though." "I know how you feel, I was the same at your age." She smiled at her daughter, "there's no need to worry though, one day you'll find a man and he'll respect you for who you are and won't just be after one thing." She reached her arm around her daughter and pulled her in towards her for a hug. "I guess you're right," said Ashley, she paused for a moment, nobody spoke. "I suppose you're wondering what it is I have to tell you?" said Emma, finally breaking the silence. "I was a little curious." "To tell you the truth it's about sex," she looked at her daughter, her face almost cringing, "More specifically, it's about your father and me." She looked back down; her daughter was cringing even more. "Please, Ashley, I need you to be mature about this." "Sorry," she said, feeling somewhat like a scolded child. "I didn't mean to be short with you it's just that this is very important." "It's okay, I'm ready now." She looked up at her mother and gave a gentle smile. "Well as you have probably already guessed your father and I have an active sex life, most couples that manage to stay together for so long rely on it to keep them together. The thing is... the things that your father and I do are not like the things that most 'normal' couples do." She paused, considering her words, "You see your father is what is known as a submissive. I'm sure that even if you haven't already heard that term before then its meaning is nonetheless obvious ." "I've heard it before," said Ashley, reassuring her mother that she was no longer just her little girl, "Does that mean that you're... a domme?" she asked, no longer approaching the issue carefully. "That's right," said Emma, "I'm glad you're somewhat familiar with this because it's going to make this conversation a little bit easier for me. Around you we have always acted as though we are completely equal, but whenever we are alone together your father takes on a role in which he is totally subservient to me. Although this is a mostly sexual thing I make sure that it continues into our personal life as much as it is convenient for me, it's just a way that we express our love to each other I suppose." "Makes sense," said Ashley, "I'm a little bit relieved that you're telling me this because to be perfectly honest I think I'm the same. The same as you that is, not Dad." Emma smiled, she was happy that she had been right about her daughter. "I suspected as much," she said. "That's why I've taken this time to tell you all this. You see I'd noticed certain elements of your personality that were similar to mine and was fairly certain that you were like me. Now that I feel that you are mature enough I just wanted to let you know that I intend for your father to take a subservient role to me at all times from now on, even when you're around. Is that okay with you?" "Its fine, it'll be kind of fun to see him obeying you." Ashley smiled; the thought was as amusing as it was arousing. "Well the thing is," she said, a slight caution returning to her tone, "It's not just me who I want him to be subservient to. I want you to learn how to be a proper domme and I want it to be me that teaches you; how do you feel about that?" "I can't see anything wrong with it, it sounds exciting really." "I'm so relieved to hear you say that, I really want you to get as much out of life as you possible can and after having you the thing that has given me most joy is being a domme. I just want to remind you that if you have any problems with anything at any time all you have to do is come to me, I don't want you to feel as though you are being forced into anything. Okay?" "Sure." "I've told your father that there's going to be a new way we do things in this house. From now on he must do whatever you order him to do without question or hesitation. Anything whatsoever, I want you to realize that as far as this household is concerned he is at the bottom, he is here only to serve the two of us." "Okay," said Ashley, getting to grips with the notion that her father would have to do anything she told him to. "So if I was to ask him to make me a cocktail he'd do it straight away?" "Unless your order contradicts one of mine then he will do whatever you say immediately." "Cool," said Ashley, "This is going to be fun." She was smiling widely. "There's just one rule that I must stress. You mustn't reveal this to anyone, and you mustn't force him to do anything that may lead to people discovering this." "I think I can manage that." Said Ashley, her wide smile replaced by a more serious expression. "I understand that there are certain things that I make him do that initially you may not consider appropriate. Although you are his daughter it is important that he knows his place in the pecking order, so bear that in mind at all times, if you think he can make you feel good in some way then go for it, it's your feelings that are important and not his, he is satisfied by pleasing you and that's all you need to worry about." "Okay, I think I know what you mean." Emma stood up and walked slowly down to the bottom of the stairs. She turned to her daughter and extended a steadying hand out towards her as she too stood up. "I want you to let me do the talking for now, feel free to interrupt me at any time though." Ashley nodded and took her mother's hand. Emma led her daughter towards the living room and paused momentarily with her fingers elegantly poised on the handle. "Are you ready?" she asked, her face expressing a gentle air of consideration towards her daughter. Ashley was so excited at the prospect that she could barely speak, she nodded slowly. Emma turned the handle of the door and opened it slowly; Ashley could barely make out anything in the darkened room until Emma turned the lights on and revealed her naked husband to her daughter. Ashley almost gasped at the sight but managed to steady herself, she looked up at her mother who had not taken her eyes off her since the door had been opened. They smiled to each other both realizing the immense significance of the last few seconds. "Take a seat sweetie," said Emma, indicating the corner of the couch that stood directly behind her father. She quickly acquiesced to her mother's request and sat down on the comfortable leather. She stared intently at her father, from this angle she could see only his bottom half but it was quite a sight. She saw his balls hanging down between his legs and his flaccid penis hanging likewise towards the ground. His ass had been beaten badly; Ashley assumed that the cane lying on the coffee table was the source of his swollen red flesh. "He hasn't moved for more than two hours," said Emma, walking slowly around her husband. "I can do anything I want to him and he'll stay perfectly still until I tell him to move, he's utterly obedient to me; and he's going to be obedient to you too." She continued to circle his lifeless form, inflicting a menacing air into her words. "Stand up," she said sternly, her tone making it clear who she was talking to. He stood up immediately, struggling briefly with the strain that his muscles had been put through but quickly regaining control of himself. "Do you like what I've done with his ass?" asked Emma. "It looks painful," came her daughter's reply. "I certainly hope so," returned Emma, smiling coquettishly at her daughter. "Please... help yourself to wine." Ashley leant over to the table and poured herself a glass before leaning back in the couch and continuing to watch the show. "Turn around," said Emma, her tone once more making it clear who she was addressing. James turned to face his daughter while his wife remained behind him, just out of his field of vision. Ashley looked up and down her father's body, she had obviously never seen his cock before and she eyed it up intently. She took in every aspect of the scene before her, looking at her father's well toned body and enjoying the sight of his face flushed red with embarrassment. Emma reached down between her husband's legs and gripped his balls firmly in one hand. He closed his eyes for a moment in an attempt to deal with the pain but was otherwise unchanged. "See how still he is?' asked Emma. "That's impressive." Emma released his suffering testicles and moved back in front of him, between his naked body and his seated daughter. She placed her hands on the footstool and pulled it a little bit closer to the couch. She looked towards her daughter and tapped the stool twice, indicating that she place her feet upon it. She did so quickly, almost as though it was she who was her mother's slave. Emma moved towards the couch and sat next to her daughter, she placed an arm around her shoulder in a kind of half-hug. "He's going to show you something that he's very good at now." Said Emma, "Remember you can tell him to stop if you don't like it but I can't foresee that being a possibility." "Okay," said Ashley, clearly a little nervous. "What's he going to do?" she asked. "You'll see;" teased her mother, "Just a little repayment for wearing those heels all night, that's all." She extended her spare arm out towards her husband and pointed it towards her daughter's feet. Without any need for further clarification James dropped to his knees and carefully removed his daughter's shoes. No sooner had he removed them that he leant down towards her now bare feet and licked slowly up one of her exposed soles. At first the sensation felt a little strange to Ashley, she had never had anyone lick her soles before, much less her father. She watched him as he licked subserviently, paying equal attention to each foot. One by one he took her toes into his mouth and cleaned the light mist of sweat that surrounded each one, to him the experience was as erotic as it was degrading, his daughter felt the same way. The relief that her feet felt at finally being free of those heels had been exhilarating, but the feeling that she got form the oral massage was even more perfect. He used his tongue to press out every inch of stress in her tired feet and to show to his daughter that he was ready to serve. Ashley imagined what her father must be feeling, to lick the sweat from her soles and to know that it was one of the few things he was good for, the thought brought a rush of arousal to her loins and a hint of moisture began to rise in her pussy. Eventually it was her mother who brought an end to James' ministrations. "That's enough for now." She said sternly; he sat up immediately, his hands placed on his knees and his head bowed in subservience. "How was that?" she asked. "I think that was just what I needed," replied Ashley, genuinely thankful for the experience. "Glad you liked it," said her mother enthusiastically, "may I ask what it is you liked most about it?" "All of it really, initially it was a relief just to get those shoes off, then his little tongue massage really worked out all the little pains and twinges, it was really good. I thought it was pretty hot to see him degrading himself like that too." She said the last part with a quick glance at her father, but he didn't see; his head was still bowed. "Well if you ever need a massage, of any kind, you have yourself a capable slave who can help you out." The two ladies smiled at each other, enjoying the bonding they were doing at James' expense. "And let me assure you that his tongue is good for more than just feet," she looked at her daughter with a strange grin, indication with her facial expression more than her words what it was she was referring to. "Well I don't think that I'm quite ready for that just yet," said Ashley, a little flushed by the prospect. "I understand; everything at your own pace dear." "This is kind of fun though," said Ashley. "You bet it is," replied her mother, enthusiastically, "and as you become more comfortable with it all it's only going to get better and better, I assure you." She looked down at his father, he was still kneeling obediently, his hands on his knees and his head bowed waiting for orders. "Is he going to stay undressed all weekend?" she asked. "If that's what you want, it's up to you." Ashley rubbed her hands together and smiled widely. "I think that I would like him to stay naked for the rest of the weekend." "That's fine by me," her mother agreed, "but you've got to give him the order directly." She looked down at her husband, "Slave, look at your daughter." His bowed head immediately raised towards his daughter, still sat on the couch before him. "Go ahead babe," said Emma, waiting for her daughter's first command. "Slave..." she said, imitating her mother, smiling deeply as she did. "For the rest of the weekend you are to remain completely naked." "Yes Mistress Ashley," he replied, before bowing his head towards the ground once more. "I like the sound of that," said Ashley repeating the word back to herself, "Mistress Ashley." There was a moment of silence before Emma decided to get things rolling once more. She turned to her husband, "Go upstairs and wait at the foot of the bed, I will be along shortly." Immediately he hopped to his feet and left the room, his footsteps trailing off as he climbed the stairs. Emma stood up and headed towards the door, turning to her daughter before she went to leave. "I want you to stay here for a moment, I'm just going to fetch something, I'll be right back." Ashley nodded and waited for her mother to return with whatever it was she had promised. Almost as soon as she had left the room she was back, carrying with her the little wooden box that she had brought down earlier. She sat back down on the couch, this time allowing a little bit of space between her and her daughter. She placed the box down between them and looked up at Ashley's face, tense with anticipation. "Already today, I've decided to share my slave with you, and I want you to know that from now on he is as much yours as he is mine. There's one more thing that I'd like to share with you." She placed her fingers on the wooden box and raised the lid, revealing its contents to her daughter. "When you play with your father, our slave, I want you to be aware that he won't always be able to please you without a little help, that's what these are for. I know you probably have a vibrator or dildo of your own somewhere.... Do you?" "I have a dildo," she replied, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "Good, well these are my own collection and I want you to feel free to use any of these whenever you please. Just make sure you get the slave to clean them up afterwards." "Okay," said Ashley, still eyeing the box intently. "There are more toys that in time I would like to introduce you to but I'm sure you're getting tired so there's one more thing I want to show you and then you're free to go for tonight." "I suppose it is getting late," replied Ashley. Emma closed the box and tucked it swiftly under her arm, its contents shifting around with a brief rattle. She extended her hand out towards her daughter and helped her from her seat. The couple slowly climbed the stairs towards Emma's bedroom and slowly made their way in through the closed door. Immediately before them was James waiting obediently at the foot of the bed with his back to the door. "Please, make yourself comfortable on the bed." Said Emma, addressing her daughter tenderly, "Bear in mind that you can leave at any time, but I would like you to see this." Ashley took a seat on the bed as instructed as Emma placed her box of toys on the dresser near the door. From where he was sitting it was still not possible for James to see his wife and mistress, but he was well trained enough to make no attempt at looking around for her, he simply stared straight across the bed. Now used to her father's blind obedience to her mother Ashley fixed her gaze intently upon the latter, knowing that whatever was to come next would undoubtedly be initiated by her. Her mother walked around for a while, remaining constantly out of James' sight, she enjoyed the feeling of power that she had over him knowing that he wanted desperately to turn and look at her but was obedient enough not to do so. She decided her tease had gone on for long enough and prepared herself for the next part of her husband's humiliation. She slipped the negligee off her elegant shoulders and let it fall in a heap around her beautiful bare feet. She paused for a moment, gauging her daughter's reaction to what she was obviously about to do next. Seeing no objection in Ashley's eyes she slowly bent her body over and slid her lace panties off, allowing them to fall to the ground with her negligee. Ashley flushed red for a moment, she had never seen another woman's pussy before and even in the dim light of the room her mother's pussy was clearly visible. Its shaven mount and full lips reminded her of her own; it reminded her of how close the two were, both physically and sexually. Emma slowly made her way onto the bed and sat down beside her daughter. "Are you okay with this?" she asked, wanting to be sure of her daughter's comfort above all else. Ashley nodded and returned her mother's gentle smile. "You may need to shift a little bit because I want you to watch this," said Emma before swinging one of her legs over her husband's head and shifting her body slowly towards his kneeling frame. James was unable to maintain his emotionless gaze, he stared intently upon his wife's moist pussy, a pussy he had worship so many times before but one that he felt he needed to taste now more than ever. He was only acutely aware of his daughter's presence in the room; his mind was focused almost wholly on one thing. Even if he had the presence of mind to think of his daughter he would merely have reasoned that he no longer has any say over her, she was also his superior, whatever he wanted for her future or her protection was irrelevant. "I like to make him wait for it," said Emma, letting her daughter in on one of her many secrets of control. "I'm close enough for him to smell it, but he wants to taste it, he has to be reminded that he can only taste it at my say so and not on his own feeble whim." "He certainly looks like he wants it," said Ashley, focused intently on the hunger in her father's eyes. "Is he any good?" "I'm not sure about good per se," said Emma, trying not to give him any positive reinforcement, "He's certainly had a lot of practice, sooner or later I expect that you'll probably find out for yourself." She shifted her body slightly closer to his face, demonstrating to her daughter the power she had over him. She shifted so that her pussy was touching his nose, he could have easily stuck his tongue out and tasted it but he remained motionless, although clearly flustered. "He won't do anything unless one of us tells him to." Momma Domme, Daddy Slave "He really wants it," said Ashley, almost sounding concerned for him, "can I give him the order?" "Sure babe, whenever you like." She waited for a few more minutes, looking at her father's distressed face and exchanging smiles with her mother, the two were both enjoying tormenting their obedient slave. Soon Ashley decided that her mother was probably as frustrated as her father was and it seemed as though it was the right time to give the order. "Now slave..." she said, forcefully, "I want you to eat my mother's pussy, and don't stop until you're told to." He didn't need to voice his adherence to her order; he simply pressed his face forward and began to please his wife. He licked his tongue up and down the length of his mistress' glistening lips, his first touch forcing a moan to escape her lips and a shudder to rock through her body. He continued in this fashion for some time, his daughter looking on with a mixture of awe and amazement. She looked over her mother's heaving body, her chest rising and falling heavily with each continued assault of her husband's tongue she looked amazing, wearing nothing but her black bra, her eyes closed in ecstasy and her lips shaking ever so slightly in reaction to her husband's ministrations. He changed his pattern slightly and focused the attentions over the upper part of her pussy, allowing his tongue to slip every now and then over her now swollen clit. Each pass he made sent a fresh shudder though her writhing body, her lips were soon parted by her constant moans and her body broke out in a gentle glow as she twitched and shuddered. Ashley could barely believe what she was seeing but there was no doubt in her mind as to its reality. She was seeing with her own eyes the proof of her parents' sex life and was seeing right before her the proof that her father could eat pussy better than anyone she had ever had the pleasure to experience. She looked intently upon his face, buried deep inside his mothers ever-reddening sex, he was almost in a trance, completely fixated on the task at hand, not bothering to look at the recipient for her approval, confident in his ability to please her. Ashley could feel the small patch of moisture from before growing in her panties. She shifted her weight slightly to feel more comfortable and realized that the front of her panties were noticeably moist. She placed a hand between her legs to check if any feeling of moisture was present on her jeans, she felt nothing but the momentary brush of her hand caused her to shiver with delight, she was undeniably horny. She turned back to her parents, her mother still writhing in ecstasy, her father still unrelenting in his efforts to please her. She could see her mother becoming more and more agitated, her orgasm quickly approaching. She stretched out her arm towards her husband and pushed his head firmly towards her crotch. He seemed to pull back a little before throwing himself straight back into the task at hand. Soon, it became too much and with a bucking of her hips and her toes pointed away from her body she let out a powerful orgasm, screaming loudly with the relief. Despite her climax her husband continued licking at her burning pussy, she allowed him to continue for a little while longer, prolonging the blissful feeling of her orgasm before finally ordering him to stop. He did so immediately, returning himself to the obedient kneeling position he had been in before. Ashley looked towards her father, the area around his mouth shining with a mixture of his saliva and the moisture of his wife's pussy. She turned towards her mother, still sprawled back on the bed, panting heavily trying to regain her composure. She looked on for a moment waiting for her mother to recover. Eventually she opened her eyes and looked towards her daughter, "He's had a lot of practice," she said, an immature giggle escaping her lips. "You looked amazing," returned Ashley, commenting on her mother's orgasm. "Thanks sweetie," she said, before sitting up beside her daughter. She leant over and kissed her on the cheek. "I guess it's been a bit of a big day today." "You can say that again." "Unless you'd like to stay for a bit longer then that's all I wanted to show you for tonight." "It did look fun, but I think I want to sleep on it tonight, not rush into anything." Said Ashley, she had clearly considered the matter carefully. She stood up and headed for the door. "Before you go," said Emma, stopping her daughter before she left for the night. "Yeah?" "I think you should take something from the box," she replied, referring to the box of dildos and vibrators she had revealed to her daughter earlier. Ashley looked as though she was about to refuse for a moment but soon she seemed to change her mind and removed a small bullet vibrator from the box. "Sleep well sweetie." "Thanks Mom," replied Ashley, "I'll see you in the morning." She left the room, not looking back on her dominant mother and her new-found slave. She headed back towards her room, glad that she had taken the vibrator after all.