5 comments/ 27344 views/ 10 favorites A Strange Twist of Fate By: nikkiwilliams By a strange twist of fate, I, a slim and attractive woman, had been widowed for some 10 years. I had not loved my older super rich husband as he was violent, abusive and controlling. I definitely considered every part of our life together was something appalling, something to be endured. I had come to believe that women like me who actually stayed in abusive marriages devoid of any positive human emotion were the weakest of our gender. However, I felt trapped by the love I had for my children and my inability to escape either physically or financially to somewhere, anywhere with them. Our sex life was perverse but I sometimes did enjoy his fetish of watching me being fucked by other women. I found these lesbian interludes a temporary escape from reality. I must confess I looked forward to them and they often took me to the heights of sexual arousal and sometimes induced uncontrollable orgasms. After his death, I soon realized I did not want any man. His murder resulted in me spending time reflecting on just who and what I was, or more precisely, what I had become. I soon realised I was a lesbian. I was accustomed to being sexually active and had always enthusiastically fantasized about unadulterated lesbian relationships. Still, as they say, in the closet, I soon sought anonymous lesbians relationships usually dredged from the depths of the sleazy bars of the city. The majority of these encounters I found satisfying, but occasionally a woman would take me to the next level. Such women would dominate me, use me, and this usually culminated in me losing total control and I would experience the most incredible multiple orgasms, occasionally passing out from the combined effects of being abused and the added pleasure it induced. On one of my regular forages, I encountered a long time acquaintance with the same, if not a more perverse objective and she, Janis, took me to the depths of my sexual depravity. On our many scouting trips, we worked as a team, to hunt the lesbians who were incredibly submissive. I discovered that watching Janis dominate and humiliate other women and girls was my passport to orgasm, particularly if she forced them to suck my clit, abuse either or both of my holes or squirt over me while I sucked them to orgasm. Of course, we also had an exquisite private sex life, but right now Janis was about to leave for good and I am pissed off! My freedom to visit my lesbian partner was limited as I was the mother of twin girls. Right now though, my daughters were out clubbing, taking advantage of their newly acquired adult status, so I decided to take advantage of their absence to see Janis just one more time. Dressing in my sexiest underwear, my thigh length stockings, which I invariable wore, and the highest heels that I could walk in, I went to visit Janis in our sex nest. My intention was to make one final attempt to re-ignite our sexual relationship, but all I found was Janis amid a myriad of wooden chests containing the sum total of her possessions. I stood in shock and stared at the scene, but my focus was drawn to several old cardboard boxes, marked with Alison, my name. They contained all our sex toys: dildos, restraints, a mask and, well you name it. To me they represented great times, but there they were, discarded like so much junk in some shitty cardboard boxes. In this place of my sexual fulfilment, I argued and enticed but to no avail. Finally, in an attempt to make her realise what she was giving up I said, "Well, I guess I will just trawl the bars for as many lesbian subs I can manage to dominate at one session!" and then hastily added "and maybe a couple of pricks as well" Janis infuriated me by just sitting there on one of the chests. Her legs crossed wearing her conservative business skirt and jacket, with a slight smile on her lips and a knowing look in her eye. "Alison" she said calmly as she stood to face me "You will do nothing of the kind. One, you're a lesbian slut through and through, a prick could never make your juices flow like almost any girl can". She slapped my face. "Two" she continued before I could interrupt "you're one the most submissive of all the twats that I have had the pleasure of dominating and fucking!" Slapping my face again even harder and adding in a confident voice "You are incapable of dominating anyone and I will sorely miss my favourite submissive slut, but I will always know where to find you". Janis grabbed one of my breasts. Squeezing my tit hard and ignoring both my squeals and the tears welling in my eyes from the pain of her grip and the humiliation of her words, she added frostily "at my convenience of course slut ... oh and make sure you come crawling if I call". "I am not a submissive slut Janis," I screamed "I'm a". Slap! A hard blow landed on the side of my face. "Alison, on your knees!" she interrupted quietly while increasing the vice like grip on my tit. Startled into silence I stared at her defiantly determined to prove her words incorrect. "Now" she commanded coldly. My determined resistance lasted only an instant longer and I sank to my knees as she lifted her skirt to reveal her vagina; the cunt I had so often sucked as it flowed with her juices. "Make me cum with your tongue. Now" Janis ordered. She knew that my being there was to do just that, Janis opened her legs ever so slightly and moved forward to stand over me. My tongue had barely made contact with her labia when she ordered me to stop. She moved away towards one of the chests and bent over it, her arse in the air. "Slut, tongue my arse," Janis ordered. However, as I moved to stand in order to follow her to the chest, she barked "No crawl like the ass licking lesbian slave you are". I started to crawl toward her, feeling humiliated by the sexual partner I had had for many years. I had, of course, licked her cunt, her arse and fingered her rosebud many times before, but surely, I reasoned, I had always been in control of my own actions. I had always wanted to stick my tongue up her arse, in her cunt; I had wanted to taste her cum, her squirting juices. I was the one that had always desired it. It was I thought me taking advantage of her, not her, not Janis demanding it of me. However, this was different I was about to do as she commanded, want it or not. If I did not stand and refuse to do as I was ordered I would be truly dominated, a submissive lesbian, her lesbian submissive slut for now. I was confused both desiring what she offered and nauseated by the manner in which she was demanding it. As if Janis knew my dilemma, she turned her head and spoke quietly but firmly, "Tongue my arse. Now! Lesbian slut". My decision was made and for the first time in my life I consciously submitted completely to another's will. Conquered, I hurriedly crawled to perform my appointed task. Finally, I thought, I had to accept that I was a submissive; realizing that being dominated was what I desired and what I wanted. As I came near to Janis, I reached up and tenderly spread her arse cheeks to reveal her anus. I buried my face between her cheeks and let my tongue flick around her anal rose, breathing in the pungent aroma and tasting the acrid remnants of her last shit residing just below the outer boundaries of her rectum. Janice moaned ever so slightly as my tongue attempted to force its way into her, but as I positioned my finger to penetrate her anus, she yelled, "Only your tongue, slut". As commanded, I immediately resumed my licking and began pushing my tongue as hard as I could into her anal passage. I was confused and my tongue and face muscles were beginning to ache from the constant pushing. It seemed to take an eternity to relax her sphincter muscles but I finally penetrated the orifice, though my tongue, in agony with the effort, could penetrate no more than half the length of my finger. I thrust my tongue in and out of the now willing hole. Janice seemed to appreciate my attentions, moaning and yelling obscenities at me; her anal tongue fucking slave slut. Eventually when I thought my tongue could take no more, Janis gave a slight shudder, reaching behind her, grabbing my head and ramming my face hard into her arse while congratulating herself on owning a shit-licking bitch. Janis finally slackened her grip and as I relaxed, she grabbed my hair and hurled me to the floor. She stood up and looked down at me with a quizzical smile. "Your mouth will have some of my shit in it, will it not?" Janis asked almost politely. I shrugged. "Open your mouth, let me see," she said. Prostrate on the floor I opened my mouth to show my dominatrix. She did not seem to care but moved to stand over me; her high heels positioned either side of my head. She squatted down making sure her skirt was out of the way. I panicked, I was absolutely and utterly terrified, Janis was going to shit in my mouth! "Please no, please no" I begged struggling to get up, "not that, anything but that." Janis reached down and spread her labia and said sternly, "Your tongue has shit on it, if you think you're going service my cunt with shit in your mouth, think again. Now Alison, you arse lapping slut, keep your mouth open and drink this cleansing golden liquid." The stream of piss flowed hitting my forehead and cascading down over my eyes and nose. As suddenly as the flowing piss from her urethra had started, it stopped. "Get your fucking mouth up to my cunt. If you waste anymore of my precious golden piss, you will be sorry, very sorry indeed," Janis said icily grabbing my breast and squeezing it harder than ever before. As I yelped, the stream of piss started again and Janis grabbed my hair, forcing my mouth to her cunt, I opened my mouth to drink the golden fluid, but led on my back much of it spilled as I gagged and choked trying to drink the continuous stream. My face and hair became saturated and I started to cry hysterically realising there would be no release from my utter subservience to every perversion Janis could conjure. I thought I had made the ultimate sexual sacrifice; I was dominated, humiliated, in short her slave, she could do whatever she pleased. As she finished pissing, I obediently licked her clean and then Janis slowly stood and walked away laughing at her conquest lying huddled in a pool of her urine. Too humiliated to move I heard rather than saw Janis moving around the room opening a variety of containers and the placing of several items on a nearby chest. After a few minutes, her high heels reappeared in front of my face, rolling my face upward with her stiletto heel I saw Janis sipping what I assumed was bourbon and holding a red leather mask, I knew very well. We had often used the mask to great effect on more inexperienced girls that had promised much, but who had attempted to escape before the climax of our evening. Janis threw me the mask and with an unmistakeable threat in her voice, said simply "Put it on. You know how it works". I looked at the mask refusing to pick it up; Janis bent down and rammed it over my head, and pulled it down. The front of the mask was a grotesque replica of a human face, which came down to the upper lip, blinding the wearer but with well-placed holes over the nostrils to allow the wearer to breathe in or not. The mask also covered the back of the head to the neck, with a small hole at the crown to allow hair to stick out as if it were a plume on a one of those circus horses. To complete the mask, a sturdy chinstrap could be locked in a position rendering the mask permanent. As she placed the mask over my face and head, my surroundings disappeared and my world fell strangely quiet. Hands grabbed the sides of the mask and forced what felt like earplugs into my ears, then roughly grabbed handfuls of my hair and painfully heaved the hair through the top of the mask. Finally the hands took hold of the chinstrap secured it firmly, the final vibration of a closing padlock signalling my confinement in an invisible and silent world. Dragging me to my feet by the plume of my hair, she ripped my dress apart wrenching me violently forward. I fell heavily to the floor I lay there as the final remnants of my dress were ripped from me, revealing what I thought was my tormentor's favourite underwear and hoping beyond hope she was gazing tenderly on her once favourite sex partner. My head was again yanked backward as I was dragged to my feet; I was spun around and thrown over a wooden chest. In an instant my wrists and ankles were secured by spreader bars and something like a padded bar place under my hips and quickly lifted forcing me on to tiptoe with my head resting on the chest some twelve inches lower than my arse. Visualizing this obscene position, I tried to lift my head only to find that rings attached to the mask were now securing my head to the wooden chest. In my silent world, terror began to invade my mind, questions race through my head and I felt fear, a terrible fear, betrayed I thought by my sex partner. In growing fear minutes passed before a tender hand stroked my back, then my arse, moving inexorably towards my cunt. I was surprised to feel how wet I was and disappointed that the anticipated penetration by this tender hand did not come. However, something was wrong; the exploring hands were too small to belong to Janis and were now engaged at the back of my neck. Suddenly my silent world exploded in a cacophony of sound and a voice I knew. "Well lover" the voice of Janis began. "Oh by the way this is a recording. Anyway, to cut a very long story short, my slave, I have sold you to the highest bidder. I have provided as much information to your new owners, plural, as they will need and have advised them in the use and abuse of you. By the time, you hear this I will have left and the hands you feel are those of your new owners. Oh, I must warn you, whereas I enjoyed you as an eager submissive, using a rewards to ensnare, your new owners are somewhat more physically demanding, even, shall we say, brutal. They prefer the stick approach. They particularly enjoy inflicting pain and assure me that you have a particular relevance to them and that they desire only a life time of subservience and revenge on you and through you to your pig of a husband, may the devil have taken his soul. Goodbye my fucking lesbian submissive slut. I do hope you enjoy the pain and the pleasure your new owners will surely bring. Be good now." In the space of a heartbeat, my brain had concluded that Brian, my husband, had screwed my new tormentors. But how? He had been power hungry, capable of any type of physical or mental cruelty. In business he ran a manufacturing sweat shop, he bought firms to obliterate them, what did he care for the thousands left injured, penniless or jobless. What had I done but live off the profits of such misery. Fear welled in my breast and I began an irrational dialogue of apologises, recriminations and promises to right whatever wrong Brian had ruthlessly perpetrated. My verbal outpouring however was abruptly silenced as the scream of my agony filled my throat. A savage blow from a thin rod had smashed onto my arse cheek. I felt I had been ripped open but I had no time to recover before a second blow from the opposite side smashed pitilessly into my other cheek. Alternating blows continued relentlessly, my flesh was torn open, I was on fire, the pain just too much to endure and mercifully, I passed into oblivion. As I recovered consciousness, my first sensation was that my arse was on fire from the beating. I also soon realised that I now lay on my back with my legs, still spread but tethered high above me. The spreader attached to my wrists had been forced behind my knees, I had been obscenely and total immobilised. To my horror, my anus and cunt were angled skyward, vulnerable to the rods that my tormentors had savagely used on my arse. The tears, which had flowed from the Janis's first words, now threatened to reach flood proportions under the mask. I was catatonic with fear but the hands that stroked my breast were gentle! Suddenly an unemotional sounding male voice invaded my world, "I think she's awake". "Good. We can enjoy our main course," replied a female voice exhibiting a similar lack of emotion. This alarmed me, how could they be so matter of fact, were they not turned on? Not sexually excited, sexually motivated! After a short pause in which I guessed she had checked my consciousness, the female continued "I'll take her head. You take the arse." In the deep recesses of my mind the voices were recognised, but how could I even be hearing them, the mask was still in place. It must be another recording but the timing would be all wrong, how could they know, they must have connected microphones so I could be terrorised by hearing their plans, their darkest desires or the swish of a whip the moment before impact. Almost at once, the hands on my tit squeezed and twisted my nipple and as I opened my mouth to scream the base of a massive dildo was jammed into my throat and secured behind my head. "There now, not too hard, was it," the monotone female voice said. "I am going to mount it and you're going to fuck me. I will let my juices flow down your chin, easier for you to breathe in the smell of my shit. Oh, and I can also watch you as you have the shit fucked out of you". I felt her weight lower on to me and as I struggled, she reached down and closed my nostrils. Unable to breathe, I accepted my fate. As I lay unseeing and unable to hear, a hand circled my anus, before plunging a tube deep into my rectum. Although I was no anal virgin, I winced at this vicious penetration. Suddenly I felt the tube issue great quantities of a thick fluid and then felt it being withdrawn. Lubrication, I was surprised. The hand resumed its playful meanderings around my anal bud then a finger pushed roughly into my rectum, easily overpowering the efforts of my sphincter to protect the inner passage. As the finger rotated and moved in and out of my rectum, the female sitting on the dildo I held in my mouth began to move up and down. My cunt betrayed my increasing enjoyment of the actions of my new master and mistress. The finger moved out of my arse but it violently returned bigger than before and the male voice said "Two." The female laughed and said, "Only three more and you will be able to fist her properly". Again, the fingers were withdrawn and as I waited for the next anal penetration, he said "Three going in. Oh to hell with this'. My rectum screamed in pain stretched like never before and the male voice said "Ok Fisting now". The female laughed and increased the rate at which she was moving up and down the dildo, just as the fist began to pump backwards and forwards in my anal canal. The pain was excruciating, I felt I would lose control of my bowels, but slowly the pain was replaced by pleasure and I knew I would eventually cum and cum big. Both my tormentors were pumping in unison and getting faster. My orgasm was building and my legs started to quiver with pleasure. "Stop" the still unemotional voice of the female demanded. Her male companion stopped in mid stroke. I was so very close to orgasm and I fought to get one more stroke from his fist. I twisted this way, then the other, I shook my legs and tried to stretch toward the fist to gain my sexual release, but my orgasm was ebbing away. The female at my head was rapidly pounding up and down on the dildo and said, "Go". The fisting started again and my orgasm came flooding back. Just as I thought nothing could stop my climax, the female voice said, "Stop". I was desperate, I flung my arse up and down, side to side but as my orgasm began to melt away again, I realised they were determined to keep me on the edge for as long as they needed. The female wanted to climax, but she was not ready. As she came down on the dildo, I thrust my head upward as far as I could to smash the dildo in to her. A Strange Twist of Fate Ch. 02 This story is a continuation of a previous story but it may be read as a stand-alone narrative. Cathy bent down seizing her mother's jaw and whispered, "Great, now we can get started training our very own lesbian slut." "You better meet me in the toilet!" Cathy ordered. Hastily I removed the vaginal and anal dildos and not stopping to think I rushed to the bathroom and burst in. My daughter was sat or rather spread on the toilet naked apart from garter belt, stockings and high heels. Her eyes were closed and her legs wide open, two fingers buried deep in her cunt, masturbating! She was obviously pretty close to orgasm as I approach her. Her eyes opened and she yelled, "Turn around mum!" I turned around immediately in front of her. I had very little idea what I was going to say or do. I was speechless, but hell, it was not as if I had never masturbated. Suddenly there was jerk on the belt of my skirt and I over balancing; I fell backwards on to the toilet seat between my daughter's legs. I uttered an apology, but in an instant a hand had shot between my open legs and her fingers entered my cunt. As I gasped, a second hand covered in her vaginal juices entered my mouth. As I tasted the cunt juices of my daughter her voice echoed in my ear, "Now you will be called Cum Slut from now on, CS in public, we cannot have Alison's can we? You dirty bitch you just pissed on my hand! Well we are going to be here until you empty your bladder. Then you are going to clean my hand with your mouth and then your going to bring me to orgasm with your fingers, your tongue will be in my arse. Got it?" In shock, I nodded. She continued, "Now for you there will be no sitting on the toilet you will squat over it, but under no circumstance are you to let your arse touch the seat. In high heels that should not be a problem, in bare feet you will have to stand on the seat. Stand up Cum Slut." I stood, my head in turmoil, images and thoughts flashing through my mind. "Squat Cum Slut." She ordered picking up a riding crop as she moved away. I found that the only way to do what she had ordered was to lift my skirt to my waist and place my feet some distance apart, bend forward positioning my arse over the bowl. Immediately I had adopted this position, Cathy stuck two fingers back into my cunt and said, "Piss". I tried to explain that I did not want a piss. It was the shock of penetration that made me piss on her fingers. She laughed and removed her fingers, giving my cunt a hard flick with the riding crop. I was in agony, she laughed. She opened the bathroom cupboard and removed something; it was a black hood, which she roughly placed over my head. I knew better than to move as I heard her walk around the bathroom. She returned and roughly inserted what felt like a large butt plug in my arse. The bathroom door opened and Jane asked if everything was alright. Cathy's voice rang out, "Yes we are all right in here? Cum Slut enjoys a few toilet fetishes and she wants to help to me experiment. She will beg for them in due course, I'm sure." Jane closed the door. Cathy forced the riding crop on to my clit and held it there, I was paralysed, I dared not move. She was fiddling with the butt plug, then moved away, seconds later a stream of warm liquid rushed into my anus. It forced its way up expanding my bowels. Mercifully, the flow stopped just before the pain became intolerable. Cathy came over to me and forced her fingers into my cunt. "Now" she said, "that little extra pressure should make it easy to piss yourself." She was right; piss flowed from me in seconds saturating her hand and wrist. "Good" she said withdrawing her fingers, "Clean them, Cum Slut". With the urgency my bowels were demanding I licked and sucked the hand that she had forced under the hood. She was flicking my clit repeatedly with the riding crop, causing me to jump and squirm with pain until she was satisfied that her hand was clean. I begged to be allowed to empty my bowels, but removing the hood she said, "Have you forgotten, my orgasm is next. The quicker, Cum Slut, you make me cum, the quicker I will remove the plug". "Get on the floor. On your back!" she ordered and then sat over face said, "Lick my arse and finger your sweet daughter's cunt". I set to work with a rush, I had no thoughts that this was my daughter, no repulsion at the thought this was incest, the explosion building in my bowels had seen to that. Cathy was using the riding crop to hit my rump as though I was a horse that she wanted to go faster, the pain in my thigh was almost unbearable, tears were streaming down my face. I used all my expertise but it seemed an eternity before her juices exploded on my hand and face. "Clean me with your tongue!" she ordered, still flicking the crop on my arse and thighs. Once she was satisfied she was clean, she stood. I got on my hands and knees, cunt juice dripping from my face and mouth when she bent down and said, "This intimate moment will be our little secret". Cathy said, "Squat like I taught you, Cum Slut". I positioned myself legs spread, arse over the toilet bowl awaiting the removal of the butt plug. "Hang on" cried Cathy and she ran out. She returned seconds later with a digital movie camera. She looked at me and said, "I film everything for posterity and the internet." Cathy moved to my side and reached towards my arse, she gave the butt plug a small tug and it shot out followed by a stream of water stained brown with small lumps of shit in it. It was the ultimate humiliation, my arse; legs and the toilet were splattered with the stained enema fluid. I burst into hysterical tears but my tormentor ignored my suffering and laughed at me while continuing to film. As I finished spurting the last of the enema fluid from my arse, she moved to the door and as it closed, Cathy said, "Clean up this place, you as well, Cum Slut. You can sleep now but remember your new life has only just begun. " Alone in the bathroom I looked around, I cleaned myself then I set to work diligently cleaning the bathroom. As I normally did when faced with a boring repetitive task, I let my thoughts wander; usually I thought of my latest sexual encounter and today was no different. What was different was that normally I let my imagination run riot in order to masturbate, but today I seriously contemplated the events of the last twelve or so hours. What, I thought would my daughters do if I simply refused to participate in their schemes. Surely they would not hand me over to the authorities or hold me prisoner and use me anyway. Then there was the biggest question of all: did I want out? My mind seemed to scream, of course, you want out, think of the beating you got; your arse is now almost totally black and blue. Think of the anal fisting and the use of your head as a dildo support. Think of the enema and that fucking riding crop you just endured and there will be much more to come. The girls are fetish freaks, at least one, maybe both have an anal fetish, they enjoy inflicting severe pain, and they relish mind games to humiliate and control. What is going to happen next? My mind was in chaos as thoughts went round and round in my head. Having finished my cleaning I contemplated the best way to get out of this situation. Feeling dreadfully tender, sweaty and still distressed in those clothes that were 'a fraction', I decided to have another shower to rid the last remnants of the nights activities still staining me both physically and mentally. I began to shed my soiled clothes and removed my top and bra. I unbuttoned my skirt, letting it fall to the floor, and I found myself paralysed. I just stood there in utter astonishment, so much fluid had obviously gushed from my cunt. My vaginal fluid had saturated the insides of my thighs and stockings, my clit was hard and my cunt was swollen and demanding attention. My considered arguments for ending my enslavement evaporated in that instant, I must have a craving for being dominated and I must love it. I thought well that is it, I am their slave! I might as well enjoy it. I entered the shower still in my stockings and high heels which remained locked around my ankles. Rather amused at my predicament I began to shower and started to fantasize what could be in store for me. Random sexual fantasies sprang into my mind but as I continued to fantasize, my dreams became darker until they became a nightmare. I never considered myself knowledgeable of sexual deviations but I started to panic as thoughts of prostitution, drug use and even necrophilia swirled in my brain. For the second time that morning, I sank into the corner of the shower and cried. I was trapped! As the bathroom door opened, Jane said, "Where are you mum, er, cum slut? We told you to get some sleep." I was still huddled in a corner of the shower hysterically crying, babbling words such as forced prostitution, rape, body modification and torture. As Jane saw and heard me, she fell silent, looking down on her cowering mother who she had helped enslaved. "Come on, mum" she said tenderly, "Let's get you to bed". She stopped the shower and half lifted me to my feet, handed me a towel and bent down to unlock and remove my stilettos and stockings. She took a second towel dried my tears and then began drying my body, spending an inordinate amount of time on my breasts. "You are so beautiful" she said and began half carrying me to my bedroom. "Where are you taking her, we were going to put her in ..." Cathy's called from the kitchen but Jane shouted, "Shut up, we got a problem." Footsteps hurried towards us but stopped when they saw my distressed state and then moved quickly forward to assist me. Jane helped me take two sleeping pills and as I became drowsy, I heard Cathy repeating over and over "We never meant this, will she be alright, we never meant this" until I heard Jane say "OK, she will be fine now, but obviously she is not as strong or secure as we thought. I think we better revise our plans, I think we went far too far, discussion time, dining room now!" I was vaguely aware of my daughters leaving and the door closing softly before falling into a deep peaceful sleep. I awoke slowly and turned my head to the bedside alarm clock it just after three in the morning, I had slept soundly for over 15 hours. Aching all over, I slipped out of bed with the intention of making a coffee and determined to rationalise the events of the last day. In order not to wake my daughters I did not put on a light, opening the door to the hall as quietly as I could. To my surprise, there was a light on in the kitchen and dining rooms. As I crept toward the light, I heard Jane say, "OK lets not have a repeat of yesterday, who is to blame is irrelevant, its history that we both fucked up, hell did we fuck up. We need to decide how to apologise and make it up to mum. What the fuck are we going to say and do?" An interminable silence fell, neither one having an answer. Eventually Cathy said between sobs, "Maybe if we say we are sorry and then never mention it again. We will destroy everything, movies, toys, clothing the lot. I mean we are really sorry." Silence fell again as though their collective opinion was that Cathy's solution was totally inadequate to repair the damage. Still hidden in the shadows I decided it was time to announce my presence, in a loud clear voice, which shocked me as well as the girls, I said, "What you have forgotten is that a woman like myself gives herself unreservedly to the one she loves unconditionally, no force or blackmail is necessary. I suppose though, it a prerequisite of giving my love in the first place that I know the one I love will not permanently injure or harm me. There are limits and the one we love never breaks them." Jane and Cathy leapt from the table and began hugging and kissing me. We made our way to the table and sat down in silence. Cathy broke the silence first asking, "What happened with you and dad?" Jane angrily retorted, "Fuck Cathy! Not now." I calmly turned and said, "The answer to that question will have to wait!" Each of my daughters was looking at me, it was apparent each was overflowing with questions. I realised that it was their actions, their fantasies, and their desires, which were important. At this moment the whole thing was too ambiguous, if I were to be their submissive I did not know the limits of their fantasies, if I refused how would I feel, what would they do? I knew I would eventually become desperate for just the kind of relationship they seemed to be offering or parts of it anyway. It was obvious I should ask! I thought that saying to two distressed teenagers, "Tell me your intimate fantasies!" was not going to work. Now I had the upper hand, so I thought, why not use it. "Cathy go to your bedroom now! Jane stay where you are" I said sternly. I could not help be amused at their reaction, after years of begging, screaming and threatening them to get them to do the smallest thing; I could not believe the speed at which they obeyed. I walked up to Jane and said simply, "Masturbate". She looked shocked. "Open your legs and fucking masturbate, you do know how, don't you." I said with a good imitation of anger. She did as she was told and opened her legs, pushed her mini skirt and panties to the side and started rubbing her clit. "Now" I said, "tell me what you are fantasizing about." "Nothing" she replied. I bent over and passionately kissed her on the lips, pushing my tongue as far down her throat as I could. She looked up at me and said quietly "You, it's always you". "What about me?" I asked. "I dream" she began, and after a long pause, "of tying you to the bed. We are dressed sexily in high heels, stockings, very short skirts, and open top. I want to make you lose control and have multiple orgasms. I am rubbing your clit, you are dripping with juices, I am sucking your cunt, you are writhing with pleasure, I am going to make you explode. I roll you over and spank your arse, I stick my thumb in your arse and two fingers in your cunt, I'm spanking and pumping you at the same time. You are losing control; the pain and pleasure are too much". As she herself lost control, she screamed, "That's it cum like you have never cum before, all over me, all over yourself! Yes, you lick it up, lick my cunt, and take my squirting juice. Ahhh." As her orgasm climaxed she went rigid and shook with pleasure. As the orgasm receded, she was silent, red faced with exertion and embarrassment. She looked at the floor. I knew she would have many questions, but paramount amongst them I knew was wether or not such a fantasy was disgusting to me. I did not say a word I just looked at her. She flushed bright red as I took her hand and held it; I opened my legs very slightly and placed her hand on my saturated vagina. As realisation dawned, her face exploded with joy, my cunt said I had enjoyed the fantasy. I bent down to kiss her but this time she passionately kissed me forcing her tongue in my mouth and exploring my mouth and sucking my tongue. "I want you, mum, I need you, I love you." she whispered. "Soon" I replied. "Send down Cathy and, please do not say a word, please Jane, or should I call you Mistress Jane?" I said. She smiled broadly and said, "I wonder what her innermost fantasies will be? And no, somehow you calling me Mistress Jane does not turn me on." Jane smiling at Cathy said simply, "Mum wants you." Cathy approached apprehensively; she was ashen faced. As she reached me, I said, "Take your jeans off and masturbate". She looked horrified. "What" she yelled. "You heard," I yelled back. She looked panic stricken, but started to remove her jeans and panties, as they cleared her feet I picked them up and felt the crutch of her panties. She was not in the least sexually excited. I stared at her menacingly and she slowly spread her legs and let her hand fall to her clit. Rubbing her clit very lightly, she said, "I'm not in the mood". "Pity that, you will be playing with yourself a long fucking time then. Because you are not leaving until you squirt all over this fucking floor." I said angrily "What are you thinking about" I asked. "Nothing" came the reply. "Bullshit" I yelled, "Speak to me, tell me what you would like to do to me". I was convinced that Cathy was the sadistic one. She had tears in her eyes and just stared at me, fear was hovering behind her eyes. After a long pause Cathy said, "I imagine I am dominating a girl. You remember that day I went to the beach with Jane's cheerleader friend. She fell asleep in the sand dunes. Well her bikini top was loose and I could see her nipples. Well, I blew on one of them just for fun and they both grew hard, so I reached out and pinched one of them a little. I played with her nipples pulling and pinching them. They got rock hard and they grew straight out. She moaned very sexily but as I continued to play with her nipples, her hand reach down to her pussy, I stopped her hand and I started playing with her pussy. Well she was still asleep so I covered us up with a towel and handcuffed her arms behind her back. Then I," she looked at me nervously before continuing "I stuck two fingers in her arse and I stuck my thumb in her cunt. It was great, I was so turned on, but she woke up, her complaining was getting louder so I slipped her bikini bottoms off and stuck them in her mouth to quieten her. The crutch of her bikini panties were saturated with her cunt juice, so I knew she was really enjoying being forced. She even seemed to like the taste of her cunt juice and started sucking on her panties. I stuck her head in my armpit, to stop her wriggling. Then I started pumping my fingers and thumb in and out of her cunt and arse. I was sure she was ready to explode. Then I had an idea and I checked that no one was around and I slipped out of my bikini panties and sat on her face. I was so excited that I pissed myself all over her face. I wiped my piss up with my panties then stuck them in her mouth as well. I was now pumping her cunt with my fingers and she were frantically bucking and twisting, her cunt was so wet, her cum was running down her arse, lubricating it, so I stuck the neck of a drink bottle up her arse. I started pumping the drink bottle in and out of her arse, well it was about half-full of coke and the froth started going into her arse. I could not stand it any longer so I took the panties out of her mouth and put my cunt on your face again. She started tonguing me, straight away. Her tonguing me made me cum big almost at once, my juices flowed all over her face, and I nearly screamed, but I didn't. After I manage to wipe her face with her panties. I jumped off and pulled my fingers out from her cunt. I left the bottle in her arse to see what she would do. I took off the handcuffs and I watched as she pulled the coke bottle out of her arse, trying not to let me see, but I saw all the foaming coke come gushing out of her arse! I came again just watching the foam issuing from her arse." Cathy giggled, "She found her panties, felt them, they were saturated, she smelt them and then tasted them. While she were trying to figure out what to do I punched her cunt with my fist and told her this was out little secret or that punch would be nothing to what I do to her. I left her doubled over holding her cunt, crying like a baby!" When I finger myself I always think of something like that, just me forcing a girl." Cathy finished her fantasy and ran back to her bedroom. "Sorry I was listening. My sister is a real fucking bitch!" Jane said angrily. "Always the nosey one." I quipped. "Inquisitive! Mum, inquisitive, sounds betters." Jane looked at me very seriously and said, "Mum masturbate now!" A Strange Twist of Fate Ch. 03 The three of us were ready to leave around two, when Jane stopped us all and said, "As the only person in this family that is anywhere near being the boss I have to make and enforce the rules. Knickers, panties off now!" No one moved but Cathy and I lifted our skirts to show that we were not wearing panties. Jane looked taken aback and said, "This is going to be harder than I thought, come on." Neither of us moved and Jane looked back and said "Oh alright" she hitched up her skirt and took off her very very sexy panties. "Remember," She said, "This relationship is one were you lot do as I say, not one were you do as I do!" We all laughed and then went shopping. We first went to buy underwear and the shop owner, Sheila, a mature woman, I knew from my days of hunting submissive lesbians appeared almost immediately. We asked to see the sexiest underwear, stockings, panties and bras. It soon became obvious to my daughters that I knew Sheila intimately and Cathy asked me bluntly if she was a lesbian submissive and I said that she was one of Janis' many submissive acquaintances. Jane frowned at me and said irritably, "I see". She left, to go to the shoe shop to find high heel platform shoes to fuck in, while Cathy disappeared into the fitting room to try on a variety of underwear. I just milled around looking at underwear, eventually purchasing some. Finally, I got tired of looking and walked into the changing room were Cathy had disappeared, I opened the curtains and there was Cathy legs spread with Sheila tonguing her cunt. Cathy looked up and said, "Mum, I found myself a pussy sucking black bitch, finger my arse you black slut!" while pushing Sheila's head harder into her cunt. Cathy had wrapped her legs around Sheila's head and was now humping her face. I knew Cathy would orgasm soon and she exploded sending her ejaculating juices into Sheila's face and mouth. Cathy then pushed Sheila's mouth towards her arse hole and demanded she tongue it. Cathy kept up a constant stream of obscenities aimed at Sheila. She ordered Sheila to penetrate her anus with her tongue, threatening to make her eat shit if she didn't lick out her anal canal. After few minutes, Cathy moved behind Sheila and lifted her skirt; her cunt was saturated. Cathy forced her panties down to her knees and rammed four fingers into her cunt, paused then rammed her other hand into her arse. Sheila was moaning loudly with primitive lust as Cathy began to thrust her fingers in and out of the vaginal and anal cavities. Cathy continued her pounding, but suddenly Cathy stepped aside, curling her fingers into fists and violently withdrawing from Sheila's arse and cunt, just as Sheila ejaculated, spraying the floor that Cathy had just vacated. Sheila dropped to her knees, while Cathy circled her, like a hunter circling a wounded animal, she said, "Next time I come in this shop you will be sucking my arse and fingering my cunt". For an instant, I thought Cathy was going to walk away, but she lifted her skirt and pissed in Sheila's face. To my amazement, Sheila opened her mouth trying to drink the piss flowing from Cathy. Sheila, with a cocktail of cum and piss dripping from her face, looked at me with an expression of ecstasy; I just shrugged, turned and walked out. "This is developing into something different," I thought. Maybe I was a little surprised, that I was neither turned on nor did I envy Sheila being used by Cathy. An almost imperceptible voice somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind whispered, "That is because she was not here!" Our foray into the dress shop past without incident. The shop assistant who worked on commission soon stopped trying to judge our purchases of both the most stylish and the most sluttish dresses and skirts the shop had. It soon became obvious to her that her earning were the best she had had in years and she hardly blinked when she realised none of us were wearing panties. Driving home Cathy sat in the front with me while Jane sat in the back, with my constant turning around to talk to Jane and answer her many questions my skirt rode higher up my thighs towards my naked vagina. I was not aware just how high my skirt had progressed until Cathy put her hand on the naked part of my leg above my laced topped stocking and pushed up to my cunt. After I had recovered from the shock of Cathy's hand on my vagina, I heard Cathy ask, "Are you missing Janis?" "God no!" I replied, and then asked, "Why do you ask that?" I glanced at Jane in the mirror; she was looking at me questioningly. Cathy looked at me and said, "You did not join in when I took Sheila, I thought you would have. Did it turn you on watching me take Sheila?" I stumbled to answer and I glanced again at Jane; she was beaming back at me in the mirror. The fact was that I had not been turned on, I flushed and I replied, "eh yes". I laughed nervously and looked back at Jane yet again, she smiled, tilted her head, and whispered in a disbelieving tone, "Noted". I nervously smiled back at her, flushed and forced my eyes to look at the road. Cathy began stoking my clit, then pushed her finger into my cunt, and said, "You like this, don't you? Slut." Jane lent forward to see what Cathy was doing and said, "You bitch, you are just a complete whore! Turn right and stop the car." As I stopped, Jane grabbed my tits, forcing her hands beneath my top and bra. She started pinching and twisting my nipples, I yelped in pain and shock. Jane told Cathy to stop fingering me and said, "Ok bitch, you beg for it, come on you horny bitch open you legs wide and beg to be fingered! Cathy, you slut, spread your legs, show your mother how your cunt can squirt. Come on mum!" she continued, "Stick you fingers up your sloppy cunt, and get them wet with your whore's juice!" Jane got out of the car and opened the driver's door. She squatted down, close to my face and said, "Tell me how much you like fingering yourself, and beg me to put my fingers in your cunt and your arse". "I just love being finger fucked. Please put your fingers in my cunt, in my arse, please Jane! The cunt and arse of your submissive bitch." I said. Jane said, "Take your finger out of your twat and suck them, tell me how good it is." I did as Jane told me and replied, "Fucking delicious." "Get out of the fucking car and face me." She commanded. I willingly did as I was told and Jane, moving close to me, pushed me roughly against the car, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately. I was hugging her; I never wanted to let her go. As her tongue explored my mouth, she grabbed the back of my head and forced our lips even more tightly together, then I felt her knee between my thighs and I open my legs slightly as her hand began to explore my arse and crutch. Jane, still kissing me passionately, pulled up my skirt and started stroking my vagina. I opened my legs to give her easy access to my cunt. Jane pushed a finger between my labia and began caressing my clit. I orgasmed within seconds; all I wanted to do was to continue kissing her and for Jane to hold me in her passionate embrace. Cathy screamed as she orgasmed and the moment was over. I felt disappointed that Jane and I had been interrupted and the disappointment showed on my face. We both got back into the car, I looked at Jane in the mirror, she looked ecstatic, I flushed, smiling she said loudly, "Noted." Cathy said, "What is that about?" I drove home with Cathy resting her hand on the upper most part of my thigh, thankfully, she had done as I asked and was not continuing to play with my very wet cunt, but her hand was distracting enough. Once home, we all disappeared into our respective bedrooms to get ready for our romantic evening, appearing at random intervals in the kitchen, shower and toilet. Jane walked in on me while I was sat on the toilet and she said, "Do like being watched while you have a piss?" Amused I replied "Some". "Noted." She said smiling and stood their watching. Do you like watching? I asked. "You, yes" she replied. "Noted" I said, smiling as I looked back at her. We both heard Cathy shout, "Is no one going to tell me what that is all about?" "Later." Jane and I said together. "Always fucking later." We heard Cathy mumble. We reached the restaurant without further incident and as we walked from the car park, I had to admire my daughters, from both the perspective of a proud mother and as a confirmed lesbian. I considered them to be different, Jane, blonde, tall, lithe, athletic, while Cathy was a redhead, stockier, bigger arse and boobs, but both were stunning, beautiful, stylish and extremely sexy. As I lagged behind, Jane turned saying, "Why are you back there?" "Just trying to cum while I surreptitiously look at a couple of gorgeous women." I replied. "You go first then, so we can do the same, god mum, you ooze sexuality and are the most beautiful creature alive", replied Cathy. Jane opened her mouth to speak, but in a strong firm voice, I said "No". "Noted" Jane said smiling and Cathy's disgruntled voice, said, "I know, later". We laughed. We all seated ourselves at a quiet table at the very back of the restaurant. I suppose it was inevitable that the appearance of three sensuous women attracted the attention of the currently unfettered males drinking at the bar. However after several had sidled up to our table and had been met with explicit rejections we were left alone to enjoy our meal. We had just finished the main course when I felt a foot firmly push my knees apart and move up the inside of my thigh. I looked up to see Jane smiling and she said, "Foot fucking?" I replied, "Yes" Jane smiled saying, "Noted, Public?" I half smiled and said "Some." Smiling back at me she said, "Noted. With Shoe?" Cathy interjected and said, "Ok, you two, it is 'later' right now!" I was unable to answer as I was beginning to get very flushed as Jane's toes caressed my wet labia, her big toe found and stroked my hard clit, while one or more of her toes tried to force entry into my cunt. Jane answered, "Well you know this morning when mum made us masturbate, to find out our most secret fantasies. Well I tried to make mum masturbate. It kinda worked but I ended up firing question at her, like 'Bondage?' Mum would reply yes or no or some or maybe depending on whether the thought of it was a turn on for her or not." Cathy looked at me and smiled at my advanced state of sexual excitement as the attentions of Jane's foot took me closer to orgasm and asked, "What does some and maybe mean?" Jane replied, "Some, means sometimes and maybe, means never tried it, but the thought does not repulse mum. Ok." I was brought to a massive orgasm by Jane's foot but almost immediately felt a large spreading damp spot under my arse and became nervous that my skirt would show signs of my orgasm. Cathy turned to me and asked what I was referring to as we were entering the restaurant when I had said no to Jane in the middle of a conversation and Jane said noted. I looked at Jane and said, "I thought Jane was going to ask about necrophilia". "What's that?" asked Cathy. "Fucking dead people" Jane said without emotion. "Oh, shit!" said Cathy, looking alarmed and spitting out some of her ice cream sundae. The girls and I returned home around ten and the late night discussion, of course, turned to sex. Cathy said, "How will we know whether or not one of the others is in the mood for sex? You know how will we know what, how far she wants to go?" Jane said, "You hang a sign around your neck. You know the type, Jane, I want to give you an enema, mum, I want to suck your cunt, Cathy, I want to whip your arse. Any takers? Then you go around all the signs and see if any match." We all laughed. "No seriously" Cathy explained, "We all like sexy clothes, shoes, underwear so if we are in the mood we would just wear them, right. However, that does not tell the others what we are in the mood for. Do we want to be a slave, dominatrix or do we just want, well loving." "Ok" I said, "we will all get dressed up in our sexy gear, those wanting to be dominated wear sluttish dresses and put a dog collar on, and those wanting loving just wear there underwear, no dresses or skirts, a dominatrix will wear a dominatrix outfit but no dog collar." Jane and Cathy both stood up and headed for the stairs. Turning Jane said, "Sounds good to me". Cathy nodded her approval. I was a little surprised at their response but guessed they wanted torrid sex, and I had to admit, so did I. I went to my room, trying to decide what I wanted. I soon realised my plan had several flaws in it, but I soon reached the conclusion that I should be what I wanted to be. So getting dressed in my highest heels, my sexiest underwear and my shortest and most revealing dress I reach for a dog collar, and then changed my mind, no I would be a dominatrix tonight. I left the bedroom and returned to the lounge to await the others. Jane was the first to appear looking fantastic and to my surprise wearing a dog collar. Cathy appeared seconds later dressed as a real dominatrix and no dog collar. I glanced at Jane and said, "You have two mistresses. Stand, spread your legs", and picking up a crab apple from the fruit bowl I put it in her mouth and said "you will hold that until we tell you otherwise, if you drop it for any reason you will be punished." I removed Jane's skirt and blouse and then handcuffed Jane's hands behind her back. Cathy approached Jane as I started stroking Jane's body, sometime softly with my fingertips, then scratching my nails hard across her skin. I was a little surprised that Cathy did not attempt to molest Jane but concentrated on what I was doing. Cathy started to do the same thing as me and we were soon having the desired effect on Jane. Jane had saliva dripping from her ball gag, the flow of her vaginal juices was more than evident and she had started to moan softly with every touch. As Cathy and I continued, our tender touches became feather like while our scratches left deep welts in Jane's skin. We knew Jane was approaching orgasm without her sexual organs being touched. I squatted down and alternating between pain and pleasure played with Jane's inner thighs reaching closer and closer, but never quite touching her cunt. Cathy was now doing the same thing to Jane's breasts, but never quite touching her nipples, which were rock hard and pointing straight out. Jane was losing control and she began shaking. As I dragged my nails either side of Jane's labia Jane exploded, squirting her vaginal juices over the floor and me. Jane's legs and arse were shaking uncontrollably, the crab apple fell. I stood up and kissed Jane, then as Jane collapsed I laid her down on the floor in the pool of her own cum, still trembling, she continued to ooze cum as she slowly came down from her orgasm. As Jane rolled over on to her knees, her head still on the floor, she said, "My god that was unbelievable". I looked down at her and with little intention of causing her actual pain, smacked her arse, and said, "Remember submissive sluts do not speak, unless their Mistresses command it". I bent down and replaced the crab apple, which was now covered in Jane's own cum, saying, "You will be punished for letting this go". I gave her a second harder smack, and then dragged her to her feet by her hair. I marched her to the dining room table and pushed her on to the table face up. Cathy attached a spreader bar to her legs while I removed the handcuffs, forcing one hand to her ankle; I cuffed it to her wrist. Then took her other arm and similarly secured it to her other ankle. Jane was immobile and completely exposed. Cathy and I could do anything we desired. I indicated that Cathy should pick up a paddle. I walked to Jane's head and removed the apple. Looking down at the helpless girl and twisting and pinching a nipple, I said, "Are you not going to thank your mistresses?" Jane said meekly "Thank you, Mistress". Twisting and pinching both nipples even harder I said harshly "You can do better than that!" Jane replied "I am so sorry mistress, your slave begs your forgiveness, this slut is very grateful to her mistresses." I climbed on to the table holding my cunt, arse just an inch above Jane's mouth, and said, "Show me just how appreciative you are of your mistress". As Jane began to lick my cunt, Cathy smacked her cunt hard with the paddle. Jane yelped and began licking my clit and tonguing my cunt furiously. I nodded to Cathy and another blow landed on Jane's labia. Jane was frantic; she was sucking, licking and probing my cunt with her tongue, while Cathy spanked her repeatedly and I twisted and pinched her nipples. Jane was growing ever closer to orgasm. I indicated to Cathy to stop spanking and to finger Jane's cunt. Cathy moved behind Jane's legs and without warning rammed her fist into Jane's cunt. For an instant, Jane froze, and then, as Cathy started pumping in and out of her cunt, her mouth reached a new level of intensity, frenziedly sucking and tongue fucking my cunt. As Jane raced inexorably to a climax, Cathy with her free hand repeatedly slapped Jane's clit sending Jane over the edge and into a massive orgasm. Jane's ejaculating juices sprayed over Cathy while my juices cascaded into Jane's face and mouth. I fell forward onto Jane's body and realised that Jane had fainted. Cathy and I unshackled our submissive, turned her on her side and left her on the table to recover. Cathy watched as Jane eventually returned to the lounge. Jane was covered in my juice and needed to support herself by leaning on the wall; she was having difficulty even walking. Jane looked at Cathy and me and said, "That was truly unbelievable, I have never ever experienced anything so absolutely fucking spectacular, but I don't think I can do anything more for a fucking week." I looked up at her and said, "Two things, you addressed your mistresses incorrectly and two it is not up to you when your mistresses stop playing with their toy." I stood up and took Jane by the arm, forcing her to walk towards Cathy and demanded she kneel before Cathy, then forcing her head between Cathy's open legs, I added, "Let me see you make your mistress cum!" I was surprised at how energetically Jane approached her new task and it was not long before Cathy ejaculated into Jane's mouth. I grabbed Jane's hair forcing her head up, kissed her passionately, my tongue raking Jane's mouth. I let her go and said, "Go your mistresses are finished with their toy". Jane just knelt there for several minutes staring at me, a look of endless pleasure on her face. Finally, she got to her feet and said, "I think I had better have a shower, I am rather sore. That was fucking awesome." Then looking at me she added, "Have I told you, I love you dearly?" After her shower, Jane was strangely quiet and Cathy and I wondered whether the normally vivacious Jane was ill or maybe upset at what had been done to her. Cathy, in her usual manner of never pondering a question turned to Jane and asked, "Are you upset at the way we fucked you, I mean did we hurt you or disgust you?" Jane looked incredulously at Cathy and replied, "No, never. It was amazing, the best ever and I love you both for making me so, eh, cum so hard". However, Jane mood did not change and she remained strangely quiet. Cathy eventually said she was going to bed. I though my daughter had finally learned about diplomacy, but half way to her bedroom, she stopped look down and said, "Shit, it's that time of the month again, I've got the rags!" Jane burst into tears, I stood there astonished, and I knew that being three women living together, our menstrual cycles had synchronised and therefore it would not be long before both Jane and I would begin to menstruate. "Are you having a bad time?" I asked. Jane shook her head. I sat next to her on the couch and put my arm around her, to my astonishment Jane almost leapt into my arms, squeezing me tight. A Strange Twist of Fate Ch. 03 Stroking her head I said, "You know I love you and I'd really like to know about what is hurting you, so I can fix it." Several minutes passed as Jane held on to me crying, but as I stroked her hair, she began to lessen her hold and the tears began to ease. I continued to stroke her hair, not breaking the silence but the minutes slowly ticked by and we both fell asleep in each other's arms on the couch. I awoke with a start; Jane had eased herself off the couch and was standing in front of me holding out a cup of coffee. "Sorry", she said. "No need! That is what I'm here for!" I replied. "I know: you always are!" She said almost sadly. "Are you going to tell me what is wrong?" I said tentatively. "It's me", she replied sitting next to me, "I have been so sure since I reached puberty that I was born a dominatrix and would never really love anybody. Today I found out differently. Can I be both a dominatrix and a submissive?" "Yes" I replied "depending on your mood, but it does mean you're not at an extreme, not a slave nor a person who just enjoys giving real pain or torturing people." Jane shivered at my words, "Oh that's not what is really upsetting me"; she said hastily jumping up and standing there facing me, she said, "Mum would you mind me being your submissive, just wanting, eh, well, to love you." I looked intently at Jane and taking a deep breath, I said, "No, I don't want you to be my submissive!" Jane looked devastated, but I continued; "I would much prefer you as an independent person who I love and who loves me, not as a mother and daughter, not a slave and a mistress, but as a loving couple. I want us to be lovers," I paused and then added, "Lovers that coincidently like particular types of sexual pleasure; I want to give and receive pleasure with only you." I paused and added, "However, there is a condition." Jane now appeared elated but looked pleadingly at me as I said, "The condition is that I get the vivacious, beautiful, sexy, witty, nosey, noisy and disobedient Jane back". Jane looked at me beaming, sitting back down she replied "Inquisitive, mum, inquisitive". We laughed, hugging each other and Jane said, "I love you." Laying my head on her shoulder, I said, "And I love you". We both went to bed after our coffee. As I put on my sexy underwear, which Jane would ultimately refer to as my loving underwear, with the intention of going to Jane's room, I was ecstatic but not overly surprised when my bedroom door opened and Jane entered dressed only in sexy underwear. She smiled as she realised I was about to go to her room and slipped into my bed. As I climbed between the sheets, Jane reached out, caressed my face, and gently guided my head to the pillow besides her. She rolled onto her elbow and slowly lowered her lips to mine. Tenderly, but passionately she kissed me, the sensation cascading through every part of me was overwhelming, my awareness seemed suspended in total rapture. Lovingly Jane kissed every part of my cheeks and neck, before moving leisurely down to my breasts. Jane continued to kiss and lightly massage each of my breasts before turning her attention to my hard nipples. I was in ecstasy and longed for this to continue, the unusual feeling on my nipples was majestic and I glanced down to see Jane giving each of my nipples butterfly kisses. Her long eyelashes softly flicking each nipple, the feelings and the ecstasy it engendered in me was both intoxicating and unique. She began teasing each nipple with her tongue before moving lower toward my vagina, softly kissing by stomach before smoothly teasing the outer lips of my vagina with her fingers and tongue. Little by little, Jane parted my labia, caressing my inner lips as softly as a summer breeze before slowly sliding a long finger into my dripping wet cunt. It seemed an eternity of pleasure and expectation before a soft tongue flicked my clit, and I exploded as a gigantic wave of tingling sensations swept through my entire body. I was beyond any hope of control and I squirted my orgasmic fluid into Jane's face and mouth, over her hand and arm. Breathlessly, I reached for Jane but Jane grabbed my wrist and held it firmly, her tongue unrelenting in its teasing of my labia and clit. Her finger moved smoothly in and out of my cunt as her lips taunted and sucked my clit incessantly. I orgasmed again, but now, the sensation did not abate. The tingling was ecstasy but it was increasing in intensity, driving me to a greater level of consciousness. Jane continued her ministrations and my orgasm became a continuous stream of extreme pleasure. In the end I could not stand the pleasure any longer and tried to twist my cunt away from Jane's invading finger and tongue. Jane smoothly withdrew her lips and finger and slowly kissed my stomach, breast and neck before returning to my eager lips. I fell asleep wrapped in Jane's arms like the little girl I always was and probably always will be.