Blackmailing mom, undercover plans, In from the sidelines, Calm before the storm, seeds in bloom
Jodi
With Julie all locked up into the romance of seducing her Mom, I didn’t have a lot to do on that front for a while. I had videos of Barb from when we first began that I would feed her slowly, working her up to the more intense scenes before letting her watch a live show.
I didn’t need the blackmail videos I had taken...I already had her settled, but Julie would get off watching them and it would make her think her plan was going smoothly. I had been making her wait with hesitations and doubts. Her impatience and excitement were reaching a peak. It was time to tell her of our success.
But for me and Barb, maybe it was time for something a bit more hardcore.
I waited until Julie had gymnastics practice, she never skipped that, and told Barb we were going for a ride. She finished up her work quickly and followed me obediently out to the barn. We saddled the horses and rode out to a place very near the old farmhouse. I had seen a couple of trees there that would be perfect for what I wanted.
Once we arrived, I set up the camcorder on a tripod and made Barb strip. I tied her up into an elaborate rope corset I learned on the internet...it looked just like a fancy corset. I had used two different colors of rope and it was quite beautiful and very constricting. I overlaid that with a chest harness and tied her tits tightly with cord before snapping the clamps into place.
“Now come over here, slut! I have something to show you.” She obeyed and I placed her between the twin trees, tying her arms outstretched, one to each of them. I did the same to her legs and put the computer on the ground in front of her. I played the last nanny cam footage of her masturbating to Julie’s child-like video and gestured to it once or twice as I spoke.
“Look at yourself! That is the face of a sick and demented woman! I am going to let you watch yourself as I punish you for that disgusting display, Toy!” Julie would think I was enacting the blackmail if I showed her this without the sound.
I picked up the riding crop and struck her ass, leaving a bright red mark. SHe cried out. That is why I had come so far out. I like to hear her cry when I leave her ungagged. A dozen times I struck her ass and then came around to the front, bringing the crop down on those bound and clamped tits. They bounced and jiggled in time to the blows and Barb was crying in earnest now.
“Are you watching yourself get off, slut? Or are you still watching little Julie on the screen? I bet you are watching Julie you sick fuck!” I brought the crop up between her legs sharply, slapping her clit with the crop. Then she screamed! But she also began dripping. She was so turned on she could hardly stand it. I slapped her clit again and once more for good measure before producing my final toy in today’s arsenal.
It was a dildo, easily the largest dildo I had seen so far. I had ordered it from a specialty shop online. The tip tapered enough to make insertion easier, but it flared pretty quickly. I showed it to her as I lubed it up, though it looked to me like she was making enough moisture all on her own! Her eyes grew huge and she began to plead.
“Jodi! Mistress Jodi! Please! I do not know where you got that, but it is never going to fit inside me!”
“It is! I am going to make it fit!” I touched it to her pussy lightly and she began shaking her head frantically and began to beg again. “Don’t make me gag you, too! I will go slowly, but you will take it all.”
I pushed and she tensed. Her body was responding even if her mind was in fear. I pushed a bit more until the more normal sized head was in and I could play without worrying about it falling out.
“It would go easier if you relaxed, Toy.” I whispered, leaning close, and pushed again. Now it was getting uncomfortable, I was sure.
“Mistress Jodi, please!” she begged, but quietly, almost a whisper so I let her continue, “Please..ugh ugh... don’t do this!” She blubbered as she sobbed. As she rocked her hips as far as the ropes would let her to fuck herself on the smaller end of the massive rubber cock.
I slapped her twice then kissed her hard, and she melted into me, leaning forward as far as the ropes would allow. Fingering myself with one hand, I used that moment to push again on the huge dildo. Her cries of distress were muffled by my lips as I continued to kiss her. I pushed again and then leaned back, licking the tears from her face.
“You have almost half of it now, Toy!” I marveled, “You are so perfect, so gorgeous! A little more, just a little more, Barb...for me.”
“Oh god oh god it’s too much” A hard slap of her wet face she swallowed her protests and looked at me.
“Now, be a good girl, Toy.” I let my admiration and affection shine through my eyes and she surrendered, completely. Everything in her body shifted as she relaxed those tight muscles. I had her near orgasm. I shoved the rest of it up as far as I dared. Her eyes went wide open, her mouth too as she screamed a long high pitched wail!
I was primed for it from the heady excitement of my sadistic lust and the amazing sight before me. My pussy was leaking down my legs too. A few fast rubs then a hard pressing of my clit had me cumming long and hard, holding on to the dildo as I shook. I kissed her fiercely, feeling her tears wetting my face and the orgasm went on for a second wave.
“Now, slut, it is your turn,” I drew the dildo back out, but only halfway and slid it back in again slowly. Even as relaxed and accepting as she was, it was tough to do. It didn’t take long, though. Two or three strokes with that massive thing had her cumming like it was the rapture! I pulled it completely out once I was sure she was finished and embraced her.
“See? You took it all! And you even came for me, you darling thing!” I told her, untying her arms first and then her legs. I removed the cords around her tits but left the corset in place as we laid together on the blanket I had spread nearby.
We lay on the blanket, me on my back and her on her side facing me with her head on my shoulder resting and cuddling like two women in love. Barb needed the aftercare and I was feeling generous.
“Tell me Toy, what was it like for you? Tell me everything you felt.” With her hand on my stomach, wet face near my tits and bound body pressed into my side, she sniffled one last time.
“There is a feeling I get when you are tying me up. Almost a comfort like the calm before a storm. That time when I know it’s coming but still safe even when I know you are going to hurt me somehow.”
My pet leaned back a little and looked into my eyes a short glace, then looked across to the horses and let out a sigh as she relaxed.
“ The corset feels good. I like the attention you give me when you tie me up. The looking and touching. You know it sends wild rushes of sexual excitement all through me when you pull and jerk me around a little. I saw the lust in your face as you added the cord around my tits. I know what that look means now…. It’s like you're obsessed with my tits and want to eat them sometimes. The way you caress them after getting them tied. I sometimes think you love them and yet...you treat them like you hate them.”
She looked up at me again and started to say something then away again, moving on to a different thought. Instead of making her finish the thought I said
“ You're doing good, pet. Tell me everything.” Placing a loving hand on her shoulder blade. “ Go on.”
“I feel like a puppet sometimes. I felt like between the trees, at first. Being helpless has taken some getting used to. You know I haven't panicked in a while now. I’m trying to do the long slow breathing instead of panting and hyperventilating but the nipple clamps got me started. Those new ones hurt a lot.”
She looked down at her stiff red nipples. What a pitiful look she gave them. Fuck! Was she trying to get me going again? She needed time to recover before that could happen.
“I know they do, pet. You know they are supposed to, right?” I eased myself back from the edge and gave her a little nudge. “Tell me how you felt about yourself as you hung between the trees”
“ I felt like everything you were telling me I was. Sick and disgusting to be lusting over Julie. Seeing myself getting off to her dressing up as a little girl...that showed me just how dimetned I’ve become. Deluding myself into thinking it’s not sick because she is not really my daughter came to an end when I saw my true self. I saw and still see her as my daughter. The only one I will ever have. The one I have loved and raised for the past 10 years”
Barb got silent for a moment looking like she was about to cry. It was good enough she had admitted so much without making her say it just yet.
“ Go on with the bondage between the trees,” I redirected her.
“The tie was okay. Enough slack to not hurt when I strained. The ropes are so different from the leather cuffs and depending on how you tie them in lots of wraps and a cinch or just a single strand feels more… crude maybe? The quick and cruder way was more like a fast rape thing after the long careful time you took on this corset”
She leaned back on one elbow so we could both see how the corset wove around her chest and down her torso taking several inches off her waist then wound tight over her ass and down to her crotch. I had purposely found a design that would squeeze the pelvis and made it very tight.
Letting her get comfortable and intimate she stayed on her elbow and put her leg over mine as she placed her hand on my belly. She looked up at me with that, had been crying redness to her eyes. Maybe the most beautiful she had ever been to me.
“That is one massive dildo. You know the tip is as big as your other dildo and that was the biggest thing ever in me, until today. Oh fuck, even at half way it was hurting! I felt both full and stretched and with this corset it was all into my G Spot and everything! I was just thankful you hadn't plugged me. Mistress , you were right. It did help to relax but I was too afraid and panicked to get there on my own. Thank you for getting me there even if you did have to slap and force it on me. The slap then the kiss sort of melted into submission. My will, let go, and my body relaxed. “
Looking away again then back to me with honest eyes she went on.
“ I did cum Mistress while watching the video, like you said. But really that big dildo hurt so bad. I really didn't like it. I’m sorry...Please don't be mad. It just hurt so much.”
“Of course it did, Pet. There has to be pain, my darling sub. I need it. But I gave you pleasure too, didn’t I? You must trust me. Stop fighting me for your body. It belongs to me now and I know what is best for it. Give in and give me control. I will never damage you. You are too precious,” I assured her. “A slap and a kiss, huh? I will remember that. This is why I need complete honesty from you. Even if you think I will get angry or upset. I can help make it better for you. I never want to leave you unsatisfied.”
Packing up and heading back to the house was a comfortable affair. Barb had settled even more into her role and I was very pleased with her progress, I needed her to go just a little further, accept just a little more and we would finally be where we belonged, but I would not push. Slow and steady wins the race. She had already admitted her lust for Julie. I required no more right now.
I had bigger fish to fry...It was time to tell Julie it has begun…
Julie
Jodi told me to come to her room after dinner. She seemed really excited...and kind of nervous. What can have happened? Did Mom find out what we are up to? Were we in trouble?
We met in her room after Mom and Dad had gone to bed. Mom was really quiet all through dinner, which did nothing to ease my fears. I caught her looking at me once or twice...did she know?!
Jodi pulled me into the bed and pulled the drapes closed as soon as I entered the room. It was our place, where she took me for the first time, where we shared our secret about Mom. A calm joy settled over me as soon as the drapes were closed against the rest of the house.
Jodi was quiet too long and I started to worry all over again, but then she took my hands.
“I did it! I showed your Mom the videos we made,” she said finally.
“What happened?” She was making me wait too long. I was on the edge of my seat.
“I told her I knew she had your panties and that she wanted you. I also told her I knew about her video list, that I had been filming her as she watched them. She started to cry and begged me not to tell anyone. And then….I wish I had thought to put a camera on us, you would have liked what I did next! I pushed her against the wall and...kissed her! Julie, your Mom is a fantastic kisser! I even squeezed her boob!”
I could see the whole thing in my mind! I didn’t even need a video feed. It was so hot! And the next time, Jodi would make sure there was a camera. I know she would. Just the thought was making me hot.
“I promised not to tell, but she had to do something for me. If she wanted to be a sex slave so badly, she was going to be mine! Julie! She agreed! We did it!” she announced.
I launched myself at her, kissing her in my excitement. She kissed me back and I closed my eyes, imagining for a second that it was Mom. My whole body started to react and I pressed myself to her. Jodi pushed me back onto the bed, lifting my shirt and fondling my breasts. I love it when she does that. Soon she had all of my clothes off. I think talking with Mom...blackmailing Mom...got her all worked up too! She was a little bit more rough than she usually is, but before I could say anything she leaned back, away from me and looked into my eyes.
“Julie, let me tie you up! I don’t want to look like an amateur when I tie up your Mom for the first time, it will spoil my authority,” she suggested. I hesitated.
Jodi
Oh, she didn’t like that idea at all! Little girl thought she could ride out this play safe in her balcony seats. I was just going to tie her up and give her a great orgasm, but now I think it is time to give her a taste...just a taste...of what was to come.
“Julie, please! You know I can’t do it for the first time with your Mom! I mean, I am not going to bind your tits or any of that stuff on the videos, duh! I just want to make sure I can tie quickly and securely. If she panics or has second thoughts, I can’t have her get away. It would ruin everything! Come on!” She was wavering, she wanted to trust me, but after everything we had seen on the internet she couldn’t, not quite.I changed tactics.
“So far I am the one doing all the work here, Julie! If this goes wrong it is going to be me in trouble. The least you can do is help me to train for this role that you begged me to play!” I insisted. That got her! She knew I was right and I would be the one in trouble when it was all her idea in the first place...well, so she thought. She nodded.
“Okay, just for a minute, though,” she agreed.
“Totally! It’s just practice, no big deal,” I said. She relaxed then and knelt up when I told her to. I tied a simple chest harness, not too tight, just enough so she could feel it and imagine how her Mom was going to be feeling. She liked the ropes, I could tell, but she didn’t want to admit it. She was turned on big time and got more so when I did a couple of single column wraps around her wrists. I double wrapped them so they were not biting into her and attached her wrists to the posts of the bed. I quickly did the same to her ankles and stepped back, admiring my handiwork.
Her vulnerability was written all over her face, she didn’t like that part, it scared her, but she was still turned on enough to be flushed and damp. Before she could speak, demand to be released, I put on my most playful and admiring look, climbing back onto the bed to run my fingers gently down her side.
“Oh my God, Julie! You look so beautiful!” I kissed her to keep her from speaking and rubbed her nipples gently. She really loves that. Her nipples are more sensitive than Barb’s. When I finally get to play with her properly, those clamps are going to hurt like hell!
That thought excited me so much I had to watch myself carefully. I wanted to scare her a little, not completely freak her out!
She had relaxed under my hands, surrendering to the pleasure I gave her, all thoughts of release gone for the moment. I worked my way down her body, kissing and sucking gently on her nipples before licking my way down her stomach. I kissed her mound, but skipped her pussy, moving instead to her thighs and all the way down her legs to her pretty little feet. I sucked on her toes which made her gasp and writhe in her bondage before working my way back up to kiss her neck. She sighed and moaned, her hips lifted once or twice, I was still avoiding her pussy and she was frantic.
“You know, with you all tied up like this, I could do anything…” I said, tickling her in her most sensitive places. She giggled, trying to stay quiet. I slid my hand from her ribs to her breast and pinched harder than I ever had before. I kissed her hard, muffling her cry so it never got beyond our safe space. I followed the pinch with my mouth, sucking hard enough to cause her some discomfort and even biting, just a little, no more than a light pinch with my teeth.
“Jodi, stop! That’s too hard!” she protested. I looked up at her and feigned a little bit of anger.
“Good enough for your Mom, though! I never thought you were a hypocrite, Julie. You get so hot about me hurting your Mom...you want to hurt her yourself.” I reached for her pussy finally to find her soaking wet and plump, my fingers sliding around her slick folds. “You are practically cumming right now! You can’t get me all worked up like this, Julie and then say stop.” I slid my finger into her pussy and she lifted and opened for me like a flower in the sun, despite her distress.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to...you were supposed to untie me Jodi. Right away, you said.”
“That was before you started looking at me with that desperate begging look! You wanted me to touch you while you were tied! You give mixed signals, Julie! You can’t play with people this way!” I accused her. Tears filled her eyes, but did not spill.
“I didn’t mean to tease. I promise I didn’t!” she begged.
“Yeah, well, you did. Maybe we should just forget the whole thing. I will give your Mom back the videos and we can go back to the boring way things were before.” I pulled my finger out of her abruptly and she gasped.
“No! No, I am sorry, okay? It was just a little rough, that’s all…” she was desperate now...and so hot! I wanted to grab the riding crop and go to town on her firm, creamy skin but I held myself in check. Maybe one step further…
I put my finger, slick with her own juices, at her tiny, puckered ass and pushed until it was in as far as the first knuckle.
“What are you doing?!” she gasped, trying to wiggle away, which was clearly impossible. I pushed to the second knuckle and rubbed her clit with my thumb.
“I think you need a bit of understanding of what we are doing, Julie. If I am going to do this for you, you need to know, at least a little bit, what your Mom will be feeling.” I pushed the finger in all the way and began working it in and out, always keeping the friction on her clit. She was making soft sounds of discomfort, but her hips lifted to my hand.
I returned my lips to her nipple and sucked, not quite as hard as before, but harder than she usually liked. I kept my hand working and she writhed beneath me, fear and arousal warring within her. I kissed my way up to her neck and placed my lips at her ear.
“You are so hot, Julie! I am sorry I got mad. I just got so hot seeing you all tied up in my bed! I couldn’t help myself. I would never cut out on you. We will take this as far as you want with your Mom, I promise. Kiss me, Julie, and let me know I am forgiven!” She turned her head and I captured her lips. Her tongue thrust into my mouth and I knew she was mine. I pressed harder, circling my finger in her ass as much as I could and flicked her clit. She came then, screaming into my mouth and stiffening in her bonds.
As I had done with her mom it was time to give some comfort to the marvelous creature who had just given me her all. I took from her the most precious gift. The idea had already crossed my mind and that moment of tenderness as I held her in her bliss would be something she would have to earn. Each of my pets would earn rewards differently. For sweet Julie her reward would be this post orgasmic tenderness with aftereffects of a happy few days where she is my very good girl and partner in crime. She still had to earn it so I cut the aftercare short.
“ I just decided something. I’m doing this to your mom for you and really getting into the headspace of being a Mistress,” I said as I knelt and leaned over her to untie one of her hands.
“Here is the deal now. We are best friends and we are lovers and that is always the most important thing. We are partners in what we are doing to your Mom. You...We really do need to know what it is we are doing to her. We need to know how it feels and how far we can go. One of the things I’m going to do is make her get me off like a sex slave should be made to do, whenever I want.” She was excited by that. Very excited, but then she thought again and realized what I must be saying. She knew what was coming. That wide eyed Oh fuck! Look was one of my favorite things...especially on such an innocent face.
I got off the bed briefly and returned with the little leather pussy rubber/slapper I had made. I then propped her head up on a pillow to get her in the perfect pussy licking position as she looked up at me with such a deer in the headlights look. With those cute round cheeks and pouty lips she is truly one of prettiest girls I have ever known.
I turned to get into a 69 over her face I paused and winked at a cam she still had no idea was running in one of my silly old stuffed animals I had put one into. Even our little tent of secrets was part of my developing plan.
“Don’t freak out. It is nothing we have not done before,” I assured her, “But with a twist. Now, my little doll, you will take your hand and mouth and do with them exactly what I tell you. If you do it properly I will tell you and make you feel good, too. If you mess up or give up, I will hurt you. Not bad...I know you are not your Mom...but a little, just so we know what might be going on in her head. Now, take your first two fingers and slide them slowly into my pussy.” Every move she made I mirrored her and every time she faltered I would use the slapper. She was so wild to cum and chagrined from the punishments she really did not know what we were doing by the time we were only half done.
I spent the next hour over Julie’s face. Sometimes praising her and rubbing her pussy and dripping spit on her tender, puffy excited nipples to give her sensual delights far beyond her limited experience. Other times I made her strain her neck or lick until she could no more and punished her mildly for it with swats from the crop to her legs, belly, breasts or pussy. She really hated slaps to her breasts, but the ones to her pussy heightened her arousal each time.
Most of the pussy fingering and licking lesson was straight forward but near the end I put visions of Barb in her head. Visions of mom being the one she was licking and the one tied down and licking her. Not yet of me being the one to make them do it. She would go there without me needing to say it.
“Lick up and up slowly… yes oh good ...press really hard ...ohhh …
I trembled and spasmed as my pussy exploded in waves and waves as Julie did as I had told her to do when I started cumming and kept slowly licking up..and up..and up…..
Julie
Here I am alone. Sitting in the sun on the patio lost in thought while they are in the barn.
Jodi and I really are working up to a really hot plan for mom. She had said she wanted to be fucked like she never had been fucked before, so Jodi ordered a crazy massive dildo that starts at what looks big to me, then just gets bigger. She also said they are making bondage stuff out of leather and the barn could be a great place to tie her up. They do spend a lot of time alone in the barn. Jodi really is getting into the role all right.
She doesn't want me out there for obvious reasons. OH well...At least she let me cum as a reward once this week. She wont let me have any toys or use hers saying she wants all my orgasms to be with her. She has to know I can use my fingers but it’s just not the same so I may as well just earn them from her. Fuck, she gives mind blowing orgasms! I can’t get myself off even half as good as she can! I like licking her off now and it’s not so hard to earn a reward. I just have to do as told and Jodi will do what we want with mom. Everybody gets what we want and nobody has to know.
Then why do I feel so guilty and almost sad for mom? That big dildo is really going to hurt her. Jodi says she wants it and I have seen the stuff she looks at online. But it’s so big. I know we can have babies and all but damn.
I had all but lost interest in the horses and mom until Jodi came along. Now, I want nothing more than to be in the barn with them even if it’s just brushing the horses and patting Jake. Even the old dog wants to be with them. I hope Jodi brings MOm along quickly. It is lonely being on the outside. If I could just watch, even!
I see the UPS driver pull up. I took the three packages from the nice lady driver who had been making lots of deliveries lately.
I only recognised the address of the one Jodi and I had found the specialty ropes on. No telling what she orders I don't know about. We only have three days for Jodi to learn the cool harness she wants to use on mom’s first time being tied and dildo punished fucked.
Damn, I want to be in the barn with them… sigh…
Later under the canopy in Jodi’s room, Jodi seemed nervous.
“Julie...I did what you asked. I ramped it up with your Mom. I don’t know, Julie...she really wants it rough! Are you sure we should continue with this?” she asked, clutching the laptop to her chest. Jodi was getting cold feet! She couldn’t stop now! I had not even seen anything!
“Yes!” I said...why else were we doing this? “If that is what she likes…”
“I don’t know, Julie...we are getting close to the end of my...expertise. I never did anything like what I did today to your Mom! Are you sure?” she asked again. I was nearly bursting with anticipation, but I had to try and remain calm...it was hard!
“Let me see, Jodi,” I said finally, “We can decide after I see what happened.”
Jodi opened the laptop and played the video.
We watched her wrap Mom in yards and yards of the new rope...it was so hot!
We watched the whole video in almost silence. Then i wanted to see some parts again so Jodi started it over and the second time we talked a little as it played.
“Jodi that rope corset turned out fantastic ! I know how it felt to her since you practiced it on me, but OMG her big tits look twice as big tied like that.” I said as we watched the part where Jodie tied the second cord around her tits. “Did you get some new nipple clamps for this? They look like they are really hurting her... a lot. Oh wow Jodi!”
As we watched the part where mom saw what was playing on the laptop, Jodi was telling me how she was really humiliating mom badly over how much she has the hots for me. Too bad there was no sound due to Jodi not having it set to record it but still I could see the look on mom’s face as she watched. God! She was so humiliated! I started to feel bad, but then Jodi took out that monster dildo and Mom started to protest. She was shaking her head and begging, pleading with Jodi not to do it! What have I done?!
When Jodi kissed Mom and then slapped her on the video, I flinched. She didn’t hold back at all! I had been thinking she was sort of taking advantage of me when we were alone in her bedroom, but I see now, she really was taking it so easy on me. I felt like such a crybaby. And she was right. If I didn’t know how things were going to feel, I would be in danger of going too far with Mom. I apologized to Jodi silently in my head for my suspicious thoughts. Mom’s whole body relaxed when Jodi did that and she took almost the whole dildo inside her.
I was conflicted, and upset, but seeing the end of that huge dildo deep inside Mom was so arousing! I don’t know why, but I couldn’t take my eyes off it until Jodi pulled it out again. She fucked Mom with it, in and out, it looked really difficult and she went really slow, but it worked. I watched Mom’s body stiffen and her face get that look that meant she was having an orgasm. She really did like it!
“Jodi…” I said, once the video was over again, “You were right. We really need to know...I need to know what some of these things feel like. I think...I think it is time to lose my virginity. That looked really bad on the video, but I don’t really know...I never even had a normal sized dildo...or cock...inside me. I need to know. Right now.”
“No!” Her voice allowed no argument, when did I start letting her dictate these things? Then I remembered my previous thoughts. Jodi had been right then...could I insist when she might be right now, too?
“Julie, no. I am not going to take your virginity from you. And I am not going to allow you to take it yourself. I will go to your Mom and blow up this whole plan first! Your first time is special! It is not for this sort of thing and should be held onto as long as you can! Once it is gone, Julie, it is gone forever. Forever! And you will regret it forever if you throw it away lightly. Believe me, I know!” she insisted.
Suddenly, she looked so sad it broke my heart.
“When...when did you lose yours?” I asked.
“When I was very young, Julie. I am not going to tell you how young, so don’t ask! But I am not going to let anything like that happen to you, okay? Just leave it alone!” she yelled.
Chapter 8
Jodi
Julie was becoming quite the handful! Her insistence on losing her virginity was getting harder and harder to counteract, but I had a plan...a lovely, wonderful, exciting, delicious plan. Barb was going to take little Julie’s virginity! I would have it no other way. I was working up to it slowly. I had Barb nearly locked up. Julie was well on her way. Buy the time they both knew that they each knew it would be too late for them both. I would turn the tables on Julie, get her tied up and give the order. Barb would do it. By then her whole will would belong to me. She was going to rape little Julie, protesting and crying the whole time...because I said so. It made me wet just thinking about it. But first, there was so much more to do!
But first, I had to be sure Julie would follow my very, very important order that she remain a virgin...and I knew just how to do it.
The next day in the barn, while Barb was finishing up the chores, I headed to the leatherworking bench. The internet was a fabulous resource. You could find plans and instructions for anything you could possibly want. And I had found a DIY for a chastity belt. I would make two. We would exchange our keys...a friendship pact...then I could be sure that when Julie was out of the house she would not be tempted to undo that condition that I found so very valuable in her. I would not be robbed of that scene!
Of course, all locks came with two keys. I would retain the second key to my own belt. It would be amusing going to Julie to unlock me so I could make a new video with her Mom, all the while holding the key in my pocket.
The patterns were actually simple enough. I saw no reason to go all the way back to the crusades and iron ones. They would be made of all leather with just a few metal rings and locks.
Getting Julie to wear it, however, was trickier than I had anticipated. She did not like the idea, which made me believe she already had plans to do away with her virginity. I tried everything and in the end had to call on our pact to try everything we did to her Mom...at least a little. I was going to deny her mother orgasms, so we had to deny ourselves, too. I reminded her that I was in the same boat as she had my key.
“Sure, but you need yours off when you play with Mom! What do I get?” she pouted.
“You get to watch this time.”
It was time. I had Julie locked into the chastity belt I had made and had given her permission to watch me with her Mother tonight. Once I had Barb tied and blindfolded, Julie would come in and stand in the corner watching. It would be an easy night for Barb...relatively speaking. No giant dildos, no pain ponies...I had to keep it a bit simpler for Julie. I had decided on wax. It was painful...burns are.. the melting point of the specially made wax was lower than the average candle and just lower than the burning point of skin. It stays hotter longer and would hurt like hell. It would leave marks for a little bit, like a sunburn, but it would do no real damage.
Barb
Mistress Jodi had done another fantastic job of weaving her ropes. First my tits were rounded and bulging on my chest in just a few rounds of tight cord, then my arms crossed behind my back in a Box tie. It’s a comfortable tie even when she had me lay on an old sheet she had spread at the foot of her lovely bed. Blindfolded with a leather blindfold then gagged with a gag that had a big rubber knob that filled my mouth and was heavy. It had to be the big penis gag we ordered along with other items using my credit card. She had placed me on my back with my feet towards the footboard. She tied each ankle to one of the heavy posts at mattress level lifting my feet and spreading them wide.
I felt her gentle touch on my cheek as she stroked it coldly telling me
“It’s okay for you to wriggle and squirm all you want Toy. I love to watch that. I love hearing your pitiful cries and groans, but for you, all will be silence. Except maybe for the screaming in your head.” She tapped my forehead and then placed a kiss there before continuing, “I will make you very, very sorry you ever lusted after a teenage girl, Barb. It won’t stop you from wanting me, but you will regret it. Enjoy it, my Love, it is all for you. Exactly what you wanted. With the possible exception of your wish I was Julie instead of myself. You will suffer for that too!” Her next words were low and sweet and shocked and sounded just like Julie, “Mom you are such a sick slut!”
She slapped my face hard!
“You are a perverted, sick woman to look at me like you do and think of me how you do! Don’t you know how wrong it is? How disgusting?”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! To each of my bound tits.
“Mom, you deserve this, you know you do! Now lay still you sorry cunt and take your punishment!”
She had to hold my head still before she could push soft rubber ear plugs in both ears then cover those with small pieces of wide sticky surgical tape. I could truly hear nothing but my own breathing.
I knew what a sight I must be. I was grateful beyond belief that Julie was at the movies with friends and would never actually see me like this! For all my fantasies, I think I would just die if she walked in right now. My legs were wide and my feet were up in the air where they were tied to the bed frame. I was vulnerable to any assault Mistress wanted to inflict. My tits were bound snugly and the obscene dildo sticking up out of me was ready for her to abuse and ride for her sadistic pleasure as I writhed in some kind of pain. Pains I knew would come and not be able to see or hear coming. She had not told me what was on tonight's agenda and by now, I knew better than to ask. All I could do was wait, wait and experience things as they happened and hope she would not go too far. It was very frightening not being able to see, hear or speak! Any two of the three would be okay, but all of the senses obscured was a terrifying experience! I could not see what was coming, could neither plead for leniency nor explain if I was getting past my limits and I could not even hear her or the blows coming, I had no way to know when or what they would be. What fresh hell had my beautiful tormentor cooked up for me this time?
Julie
Jodi sent a single photo as a text. My pulse raced the second I saw the picture of Mom on her back on the floor at the foot of Jodi’s big bed. It was a simple but obscene sight to see her big tits sticking up so inviting and that penis gag in her mouth. It stuck up from her mouth in a way that was so disgusting! But….but...I pictured myself kneeling over her face, lowering myself down onto that shaft…! I could imagine no further than that. I had to convince Jodi to let me use one of the dildos! The way Mom was tied was vulgar, too and so, so hot. Oh fuck how exciting it was that she had finally invited me in to witness a live session! Just knowing that the bathroom was the only thing between me and that scene was arousing. It was happening now! Here! I reached for my pussy, but found only leather. The chastity belt! Damnit!
“Come in quietly and be naked,” read the second text. I stripped quickly. Holy fuck this was so hot!
Jodi was bringing things out of her closet to place on the dresser and whispered quietly,
“As long as we whisper there is no way she can hear us. I tested it. Come over here.” I noticed Mom had earplugs taped into her ears. Clever Jodi!
She put a flogger made of thin hay strings that was all frazzled on the desk. Here’s what we have to use on her today.”
She showed me a tube of Bengay, a leather slapper, her hair blow dryer and two candles. Candles? Mom couldn’t even see them with the blindfold on! Were they ambience for us? We moved over to the bed and she whispered as she picked up the riding crop from the bed, leaving more ropes behind.
“ I don't know how much rope we will need to use on her but this is going to be all about her skin and making it hot and red. The bondage is not part of the pain but just to keep her from getting up or wiggling too far away. You have to be careful about that. It is not just about obedience. If she moves just wrong the flogger or crop could land somewhere it shouldn’t, somewhere that could cause real damage. She must be kept still, do you understand?”
I nodded. Jodi’s tone even while whispering was deadly serious. I had not quite understood how bad this could potentially be!
Jodi looped some rope around Mom’s middle a couple of times and then split the two strands, tying one to the heater, a heavy, cast iron thing that had to date back to forever. The house had central heating now, this was a throwback to before we even moved in. She tied the other end to the heavy,hardwood wardrobe on the other side of the room. She repeated the action with each of Mom’s elbows so she could barely wiggle around and certainly not move enough to displace any blows coming her way. I was amazed by how quickly Jodi had gotten so good at the ropes! It was only a couple of weeks ago she had asked to tie me up because she was unsure and here she was, tying Mom up like a pro!
Mom whimpered once or twice when Jodi pulled on the ropes to tighten them. Jodi touched her face or her stomach every time and Mom settled down quickly. Jodi had her under complete control! Already!
Jodi took up the haystring flogger and looked at me once before straddling Mom, facing her feet and slapping the insides of her thighs with it. It was only a couple of hits, but Mom jumped in her bonds and moaned. Her thighs went red quickly and Jodi put down the flogger to run her fingers very gently over the red marks. I was fascinated and horrified and….so turned on! If I didn’t have this belt on my hands would already be in my pussy!
Jodi gave Mom’s thighs a few more slaps before turning and giving her bound tits the same treatment...a few hits, some gentle caressing, a few more hits. Then she beckoned me over. I was not sure I was ready for the reality of this just yet and I hesitated. Jodi’s face went hard and angry. She pointed to the space beside Mom with the flogger and I stepped to her, scared now. She had me kneel right beside her at mom’s side.
“For the next few minutes I’m going to flog or swat her body in places and when I point at you, you will bend over and lick and kiss that place tenderly as if to make it feel all better.”
Oh god! She had me kissing and licking mom’s hot skin all over! Even way too near her pussy on her upper thighs! Jodi had me suck her tits already but still I felt so strange licking and sucking Barb’s big bound tits as she lay there huffing and moaning. It was so...fucking exciting!
Jodi finally pulled me back. “Rub your hands together,” she instructed. I did and then she squeezed some of the bengay out of the tube and into my hands. She pointed to Mom’s tits. Hesitantly, but not wanting to anger Jodi again, I reached out and touched the clump of bengay to Mom’s breast.
“Spread it all over,” Jodi said quietly. The first real touch of my hand to her flesh was shocking, exciting! I smoothed the cream over her tits carefully. Jodi backed up some and pointed down her stomach and I continued my movements down. Mom was starting to squirm and wiggle in her bonds and her whimpers were close to becoming moans. Jodi reached out quickly and dabbed a bit of the ben gay onto my nipples. At first, it just felt a little cool, but soon heated up...and kept heating up!
I had pulled away from Mom so Jodi took over, spreading the bengay in a trail down her stomach to her pussy. Was she going to put it there too?! Oh my God! She spread it between Mom’s folds while I watched, fascinated!
“Go wash your hands...NOT your nipples! It won’t hurt you and you need to know how it feels. And bring me a damp washcloth” Jodi instructed.
“What about you?” I asked a little angrily. The bengay was becoming really uncomfortable!
“I know how it feels,” she said quietly. That stopped my protests. Someone had done this to Jodi? She always seemed so strong! I went and washed my hands.
Jodi was kissing Mom’s neck when I came back, and stroking her hair. Mom was mumbling into the gag and squirming. She had to be in torment! I was, and I only had the tiniest dab on!
Jodi
I wiped my hands on the washcloth Julie brought me. I wanted the bengay where it was and nowhere else.
Julie was being a hesitant little bitch tonight. She was going to have to learn when I said something, she had to move!
Still, it was so hot watching her spread the bengay over her Mom’s tits and nipples. I wanted her to go into her pussy too, but I knew it would take too much of an argument. Once a scene was started, it was bad to leave your sub to cool too long...unless waiting was part of it...and today it wasn’t.
I had soothed Barb while Julie washed her hands. I kissed her neck and made humming noises up close to her ear against her skin so she could feel and hear me. She settled into submission once again and I slid a normal size dildo in her wet, slippery pussy. The moan that she gave me was long and sweet.
With Julie kneeling beside me, I took up the hairdryer and turned it on. With my free hand, I took Julie’s and placed it on the dildo within her Mom. I guided her pulling it in and out until she could keep the pace and depth I wanted...not too fast, there was more to come. I didn’t want Barb to cum before the finale...if I let her cum at all. Of course, if Julie dragged her feet anymore I was going to have to.
As Julie masturbated her Mom with a look of awe on her face, I turned the hairdryer on. Flipping it on and off, on and off holding it just an inch from her skin. Barb shrieked beneath the gag and writhed. I checked Julie, but she was doing well now, moving with her Mother’s flailing and keeping up the rhythm. I motioned her to stop and flicked Barb’s clit several times. Her hips rose and she was panting hard. She was closer than I thought. Having Julie in the room was dividing my attention. I refocused on Barb.
I pulled Julie up next to me and pointed to Barb’s nipple. She took one between her fingers, copying my movements exactly. There was a flush to her skin that told me she was very aroused herself. I pinched. She pinched. I twisted. She twisted. I pulled. She pulled.
And my gorgeous Slave groaned and panted. Whimpered and moaned. I leaned in and kissed Julie softly before giving one final twist to Barb’s nipple and letting her go. Jodi did the same. I gave one more pass of the hairdryer to Barb’s flesh, going all the way down this time to her pussy which had to be burning all on its own by now. She jerked on her bonds and strained and pulled as she screamed into the gag. Julie’s eyes got very bright and big. Little girl was near to orgasming herself now! I kissed her again, keeping my hand on the back of her neck and turned the blow dryer on her nipples. She cried out and tried to pull away from me, but I kept her mouth fastened to mine until she was quiet again.
“Now you know,” I whispered and turned back to Barb. Tears stood in Julie’s eyes, but I forced myself to look away. I was not supposed to be loving her pain...yet. It was hard though! Her innocence and hesitation were a siren's call to my darker side. I would never have stalked Julie, never taken her down this path, but for Barb and her own inclination. Watching her become her Mother’s tormentor...and enjoying it...made me want more than ever to drag her into the darkness and listen to her scream, and scream, and scream…
Taking the washcloth and cleaning it first, I leaned in and licked Barb’s nipple, lapping at it with my tongue. The contrast of cool wet cloth to my warm lips to the burning heat just before was driving her crazy. I looked at Julie, who pressed her hands together and gave me a pleading look.
“Bengay tastes terrible,” I warned quietly and handed her the cloth. She shrugged and I leaned back, letting her clean it off ready to lick the other breast. Her hand crept up, softly touching the underside and then flattening to it, holding it in place. My brain nearly exploded! It was so hot! And I knew the next step! I knew where we had to go!
But not right now. I got up and went to the table, taking up the candles and a lighter. Julie sat back as her Mom made a disappointed, kittenish sound through the gag. I lit the candle and waited a second before tipping it over Barb’s breast. One bright red drop of wax fell just outside her areola. She jumped as far as the ropes would allow and a shriek escaped the gag. Again and again, I dripped the hot wax and the result was always the same, a jump, a shriek, a shudder of pain. Soon enough, as more of the wick was exposed, the wax went from a slow drip to a fast drip to almost a molten stream of heat cascading over her breasts and running in trails down over the curve of them in red hot streams burning paths of pain. Barb’s head was tossing back and forth making didlo wag obsenely.
I had left the tips of her nipples clear. I turned to Julie, lighting the second candle and handing them both to her.
“Hit the bullseye, Sweetheart!” I whispered and kissed her. She leaned over me and held the candle over her Mother’s nipples. I put one hand around her waist to steady her and used the other to fondle her nipples, rolling them exactly how she likes. Her breath sped up as her Mom thrashed in her bonds and that dildo waved at us as she cried.
I kissed Julie’s neck as she covered Barb’s nipples with wax. She was so aroused, I was beginning to think the chastity belt was going to be useless at keeping her from orgasming, but I was mostly concerned about her virginity anyway.
I took the candle from her and waved her back to the corner.
“Now, be completely silent! I am going to remove the earplugs,” I cautioned. She nodded, trying to control her breathing. I went back to Barb and peeled off the tape, removing the earplugs.
“You are gorgeous, Toy!” I praised, touching her face lightly. She reached for my touch, melted into it, her tears wetting my hand. “Just one more task, my sweet little fuckdoll. I am going to ride that dildo in your mouth and your penance will be over. You have done well, slut! You took so much pain today!”
I straddled the dildo and lowered myself onto it. I was facing her feet and so could see her wax covered breasts and striped thighs. Her hips twitched from the bengay which had to still be burning and the thought of that drove me to further exertions on the dildo. I picked up the crop and smacked her wax covered nipples before reaching further and catching her stomach, her thighs. I even caught her pussy once or twice. Her shriek of pain as the crop slapped against her bengay burned clit was just the goad I needed to cum, jerking my hips, and her head, sharply as I ground myself over her face.
I got off the dildo and removed it from her mouth, giving her time to stretch her jaw and lick her lips, which had to be dry from the gag. Then I kissed her slowly, voluptuously, licking at her lips and the roof of her mouth like I would devour her.
Not wanting the wax to make a big mess I decided to get it off of her quickly and harshly. Turning and sitting on her pelvis I bent over and using my fingernails scratched and dug and ripped the hard wax off as she did her best to not cry out biting her lip and panting and whimpering.
I untied her torso and arms, beginning to rub some feeling back into them a little to show Julie what kind of support was necessary after something like this. In my best and sweetest Julie voice I was comforting her.
“ I know it hurt mommy. It hurt bad, didn’t it? But you were so beautiful, Mom! So fucking gorgeous! I came so hard for you! I am sorry it hurt you but this is the way it has to be now. It will be okay mommy, I’m going to take really good care of you.”
Juile hung on every word but she was not going to be able to hear the end because I couldn’t give Barb proper aftercare while blindfolded.
I jerked my head at Julie, sending her back to her room. She shook her head stubbornly. I put on my “stop behaving like a child” look and jerked my head again. She left after pointing to me and then her room. I nodded. Of course, I was going to see her later on!
I took off Barb’s blindfold and cuddled her close, stroking her hair and speaking softly about general nothings.
“Mistress…” She coughed and I handed her the water I had nearby. “Mistress, I...still…”
“Need to cum?” I finished for her. She nodded, hiding her face in my chest. “No.”
Forgetting herself, she looked up at me. I moved my hand, just a twitch, and she bowed her head again.
“Please, Mistress!” she begged, “It hurts less when…”
“And that is the problem, slut! This is not for your pleasure, but for mine and for your education! You will cum when I tell you too and at no other time! And remember...there are cameras everywhere now! Don’t even think about trying to circumvent my orders, Bitch! I will find out,” I warned harshly.
“No, Mistress Jodi. I would never…”
I cuddled her close and she held me back. I gave her the affection and approval she craved, because I believed her. And when I finally did allow her to cum...it was going to blow her mind!
Julie, however, I did not trust to keep her fingers out from under the leather chastity belt, even if it would be almost impossible. So when Barb left for her bathroom to clean up I took the collar chain, locks and cuffs to Julie’s room and left her to sleep with her wrists locked to her collar with a chain that would only let reach as far as her chest and tightened the chastity belt, just in case. She had protested, of course, but I told her that Barb was being denied orgasm, too. I enticed her with how totally awesome the orgasm is...how much bigger and better after a period of denial. I said the chains were just so when she was asleep she didn’t accidentally pleasure herself and I wanted to give her this gift of an amazing orgasm! She believed me. I also kissed and fondled her to panting arousal and left her there to go and remove the evidence and clean up my room.
Chapter 9
A new life, Milking mother, pony pledge, sweet chastity
Jodi
I was driving back to my old street. I didn’t want to be...not really...but the other day when Julie helped me with Barb for the first time, I had a revelation. Watching Julie’s little hand press against Barbs gorgeous breast as she suckled her and licked...it was hot...incredibly hot. I wanted to see it for real!
But that meant going to see Tess. Tess was a friend of my Mother’s. And by friend, I meant the bitch that brought Mother her drugs. She was a nurse and had a thriving business in drugs she somehow secreted out of the hospital.
She also made a lot of money selling human breastmilk on the black market and setting up jobs for nursing prostitutes. She was the only person I knew who could get me the drugs that would be needed to induce lactation in Barb. I understood the procedure vaguely, but I also needed her to give me the exact details.
She was going to ask for something in return. I was positive of that much, but I had no idea what it would be. If I were anyone else it would be a straightforward business transaction. I am not anyone else. I am the underage girl that Tess abused for months when Mom couldn’t pay for her drugs.
She was the reason I knew what bengay did to the more sensitive flesh of a woman and she was the reason I knew how to lick a pussy while getting spanked with a switch.
The fancier stuff I learned on my own after I finally managed to push her away. She had taken photos of me...lots of photos. I think she meant to sell them to child porn sites, but got scared at the last minute that someone would recognize me and therefore find her. I found the photos and sent them to my email and told her that I would go to the police if she ever touched me again.
And now I had to ask for her help. It had been three years. She couldn’t still be mad, right? Besides, I had money now and that is all she ever cared about really. I expected she would overcharge me, but I didn’t care about that. Tess never understood that money was irrelevant. It was a tool to be used to get the things you really wanted. It was not supposed to be the thing you really wanted.
My unease was compounded by Barb’s odd behavior this morning. When I told her I was going out to run some errands, she looked much too happy. Was she regretting getting involved with me? It sounds odd after the way we began, but I thought her darkness matched mine. We were two sides of the same coin. Protests and pain aside I thought she...liked me. There had been signs...disappointment when I left her alone...the way she melted into my arms after her session was over...I thought…
But now I am not so sure. What if I misread the situation? What if she was only waiting for the right moment to get away from me, to turn me in to the police? Did she feel about me the way I felt about...Tess?! The photos on my phone had a shelf life and the cameras and video rigs around the house and barn would convict me eventually should they ever come to light.
So I was not in the best mood to meet my old tormentor. I should turn around and try again some other day, but doing so would make me feel cowardly, small and weak like I was when Tess threw me against the wall and raped me with a broom handle for mouthing off to her.
I shook my head, tossing that memory and Barb’s strange behavior to the back of my mind. I had to be sharp for this meeting with Tess. I could not afford to have doubts clouding my perceptions. She was too clever for that. Too clever by half!
To anyone watching from the street it was a reunion of good friends, a happy surprise. I played along as Tess squealed and hugged me, pulling me into the house before dropping the act and stepping away.
“What do you want?” she asked suspiciously. “Come to get your revenge? Little tramp can’t take the memories anymore? I saw this Lifetime movie already. I don’t plan to see it again.”
“Please!” I sneered at her, “Do you really think you are so important? I can’t be bothered to get revenge on you. You just don’t matter that much. I am here on business.”
She sat down on the sofa and gestured me into the chair. I sat and explained what I was doing on her doorstep. When I finished, she started laughing. Her laughter pissed me off, she was laughing at me, but I was in no position to protest right now. There were rules to this game. I knew them. She had taught them to me.
“Little Tramp is all grown up and wanting her own Hucow! It is so trite it is precious! Tell me, little Tramp, what will you do with the milk?” she asked.
“I have plans,” I answered vaguely.
“Umhm,” suddenly she was all business again, “You have plans for half. The other half belongs to me, payable daily until she has been flowing well for two months. I suppose you need equipment as well as drugs?”
I nodded and a smirk crossed her face.
“Six months from the day she begins to flow,” she amended.
“No,” I said. It would be six weeks before Barb’s milk could come in. Six months after that was too long. There was no way I was going to allow her to remain close to my girls for that length of time. I stood up and took a step toward the door. “I will pay the equipment rental in cash.”
She was off the couch and pinning me to the door before I knew it, her hand at my throat, the doorknob digging into my side.
“I am sorry, did you think I was open to counter offers? You will pay what I tell you to pay and for as long as I tell you to pay it or you will get nothing!” she hissed.
“Nothing then,” I choked out, “I will find my own way.”
She laughed at me and kissed me. I tried to turn my head away, but I seemed to be locked into a previous version of myself, a younger, frightened, weak version that I thought I had killed, but who was apparently just waiting for Tess’ touch to reawaken and paralyze me with fear. This had been such a mistake!
“Mmmmm, there’s my little tramp,” she murmured, “I thought you had gone away.”
Her fingers gripped my breast with bruising force and I winced, trying to back right through the wood of the door.
“Lucky for you she reappeared,” she grinned, pinching my nipple, “I am having a sale. My Tramp Special. You pay for the drugs and herbs. For six weeks from the start of her flow I get half the product, provided I supervise the first treatment personally and one pumping six weeks later to ensure the volumes are correct, Not that I think you would dare try to cheat me, but I want to meet the cow that has my Tramp so entranced that she would return to me. After that, we can renegotiate the equipment rental or part ways and you can find your own supplies.”
I didn’t like it, but I had expected something similar. It was how she operated when she thought she had the upper hand.
“Fine,” I agreed. She slapped me.
“What was that?”
“I agree, Madam,” I amended. She smiled and patted my cheek rather harder than was necessary to make her point.
“I thought you might. I ought to make you give me an orgasm to seal our deal, but my last hucow had decreased production and I took the difference in trade. But you owe me one, Tramp! Before our contract is up you will make me cum at least once.”
Back in the car I started shaking a little. What had I been thinking, bringing Tess into this? I had gotten carried away in my enthusiasm, but the mental image of Julie in flannel pajamas and pigtails nursing at Barb’s breast had overwhelmed me. I would snatch off the blindfold and they would finally know each other. It was what they both wanted, had always wanted, to really be mother and daughter. I couldn’t turn back time to have Barb actually give birth to her, but I could bring them closer this way. And if I had to give Tess the satisfaction of making me suck her off one last time...well...I would do it.
Now to get home and find out what my slave had been up to in my absence.
Barb
Standing in the storage room of the barn lost in thought an idea came to me . A gift for Mistress Jodi. After the last few years of marriage and not feeling desired or sexy in a way that feels real and alive, what Jodi does with me has made me feel more sexual and desirable than I’ve ever known. The pictures she takes of me and things she sometimes says are more dear to me than I can say. As much as she hurts me sometimes it seems strange to love her but she is so much more than the person who has made me her sex slave and is cruel to me. She is also fun and helpful and really just a normal college age girl and friend of Julie’s.
This idea was from a seed planted as I looked at links to sites she had sent me to look at. When I saw the link to a site with women as sexy ponies the seed got into me and here in the barn it’s grown into full bloom. Our sulky that is similar to the one a team of incredibly sexy pony women were pulling two exquisite Mistresses in. We had everything needed to give her a pony of her own...if she would want me that way. I pulled out the dusty sulky and pony harness to clean and looked it over to see what it would take to hook my harness into it.
Back to the Pony Women sites I made drawings of types of rigging and decided on a design I could make for using the harness we already had. I took photos of my drawings and pasted some beautiful net pics of women in harness to create a visual of the idea for her. I felt in my heart this was right for us. In the tack room with my laptop Tuesday morning and the cleaned up cart in the hall I was grinning happily when Jodi came out to help with the morning feed or play with me or whatever she wanted to do.
Jodi looked...off...when she finally entered the barn, upset, even. She had refused to tell me where she was going or what she was working on, but it looked like maybe it had not been a success. I hoped my little surprise would cheer her up.
Without a word she grabbed me, pinning my arms behind me and kissed me. Her free hand tortured my nipple, just a little as she pressed me full length to her body. The pinching at my nipple hurt, but she was not being cruel, I sensed an almost desperate need in her. It was almost as though her roughness came from a place that required my reaction as quickly as possible. She needn’t have bothered. I was wet from the moment her lips touched mine.
“And what has my Toy been up to while I was gone?” she asked finally, stepping away and leaving me breathless.
“Mistress, I want to give you something for all you have given me. You Have brought so much into my life. I want to do something I think you will like . See the sulky in the hall? I ordered more leather and want to make my harness into a pulling harness for you..that is…..if you would like me to be your pony…?”
The look on her face when I opened my laptop was indescribable. She looked at the pages I had prepared for her and then just stared at me for a moment, silent and stunned.
“You...you want to be my pony? You are offering this to me?” There were more complex emotions going on behind her eyes than my simple offer could account for, but she was pleased, at least. She pushed me into the wall and took both breasts in her hands squeezing and fondling them as she kissed me again. “Yes, Barb! You know how much I love the horses. I definitely want you as my very own pony.”
She kissed me again, biting my lips a little.
I took her hand and pulled her in the hall with a giddy feeling of love blended with a feeling much like I imagine as well taken care of slaves may feel. Loyalty and affection all bound up by fear. It was overwhelming, but felt also like a loved pet, coddled and stroked and indulged.
She exclaimed over the sulky, examining it from all sides.
“Toy, this is maybe the best and most wonderful gift I’ve ever been given. You want to make me happy.” I think she was maybe going to cry from joy.
I knelt down at her feet and looked up at her pretty face.
“Mistress, I love you. You have given me a new life. I want to give you all I am and all I have. I know you only hurt me out of some need you have and if i can fill that need in any way, I want to give you that and more. You are my Mistress and I am yours to use.”
Jodi
I was near to tears. The morning was so emotional. All of my uncertainties and fears melted away at Barb’s declaration. God, she was beautiful! And she had reassured me that I was not becoming another Tess, as I had feared. She didn’t want to escape me. She wanted me! I became suddenly giddy with excitement.
“Strip!” I ordered curtly, waiting only long enough for her to comply before grabbing some rope then leading her over to one of the hall posts and lashing her to it. I curbed my excitement enough to take my time with the ties instead of just holding her in place with them...she liked the more complex ties and right now, my lovely slave would get everything she wanted!
Once I had her bound I began wrapping her tits tightly, watching them balloon as the cords squeezed them tightly.
“I have a surprise for you, too, Toy,” I murmured, pinching her nipples when I was done with the wrap, “Do you want to know what it is?”
“Yes please, mistress. Whatever it is, I know it will be something you want and whatever you want to give me or take from me I want too,” Barb said earnestly. Then she added, “I love the care you put into tying me this way. It feels so wonderful when you tie me.”
“I know you do, you little rope slut,” I smiled and kissed her, reaching between her spread legs to slide my fingers into her pussy briefly before bringing the last rope, with the knot strategically placed, up through her legs, tying it off at her waist. She writhed voluptuously in her restraints. I returned my attention to her breasts, taking the nipples in my mouth and sucking hard for a moment. “I am going to take these gorgeous tits of yours, Toy, and make them even better! We are going to induce lactation, Barb. So you are not only going to be my pony, but my cow too! What do you think about that?”
She could not answer me at first, I was deliberately hitting every one of her buttons every time she tried to speak. She opened her mouth and I kissed her. She tried again and I slapped her nipples stingingly, making her gasp. A third time and I yanked on the crotch rope, driving the knot into her clit.
“Nothing to say? Don’t you like the idea?” I teased, pressing my body to hers and rubbing us together as I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear.
“ I...I… um ...I dont know… okay … owww owwww… yes , then yes Mistress if that is what you want...anything you want” She finally managed to bleat out as I slapped, taunted and forced the only right answer out of her.
I gave my adoring pet the orgasm she deserved with only a bit of pain and humiliation. She melted in my arms when I took her down and held and kissed her.
We cuddled on the blanket I had put out for laying her on.
I had a new target for the harder side of myself in mind. Things changed between Mistress and slave today. Oh I would still hurt and force her into cruelties and she was still my sex slave. Her daughter would soon be too. I was falling in love with my two sweet pets and them with me. Tess I would never love. It would take a little time to make happen but I knew I could use her greed and smug sense of self to make that bitch into the object of my anger and hate and do things to her I would never be able to do to my sweet Mother and Daughter sex toys. I would use the source of my pain to be the cure for it and keep my girls safe from even me!
I kissed Barb one last time and gave her the smallest get moving slap.
“ Okay pet get up. We both have work to finish and I want you to come to me just before Bill gets home. We are going to play for dinner! It will be fun!”
Julie
Something had happened between Mom and Jodi this afternoon. There was an air of secrets in the house and they both looked...too happy and yet too serious all at once. It was creepy and it also pissed me off. They were only doing what they were doing because of me! I should not be the one on the outside looking in!
I pulled Jodi into my room when she came upstairs to wash for dinner. Before I could speak she grabbed my arms and looked into my eyes excitedly.
“Where have you been?!” she asked, “I was looking for you earlier!
I was taken aback. If she had been looking for me, then she can’t have been trying to cut me out....but.
“I was at swim class, remember. You even unlocked the belt this morning . Are you okay? It’s like you are lost in thought since I got home and you sure had plenty of time to take mom in your room. You two are acting strange.” She told me thanks for reminding her and for me to get my chastity belt from under my mattress.
“No,” I insisted, “Not until you tell me what is going on!”
“How about this...put on the belt or I will never tell you what is going on,” she countered. But she was grinning like a loon and she had looked so excited when she grabbed me, did I want to lose the chance to find out why?
No, I did not. I pulled the belt out from under the mattress and Jodi snatched it from my hand, holding it out for me to step into and sliding it up my legs slowly. Her fingertips brushed my skin the whole way up and she leaned in to kiss my pussy just before the leather closed off that avenue. She fastened the locks and smiled at me.
“Good girl,” she said, touching my cheek, “Now listen!”
She told me about the plan to turn Mom into a pony! It was Mom’s idea! It was cool, but I wasn’t as excited about the horses as Jodi was. I wonder if they had sex games for puppy people?
She also told me that Mom was going to be able to give milk! There was a procedure with drugs and massaging and lots of sucking to get it started...I never knew women could nurse babies without actually having one! She said it’s like a wet nurse but in the kink world it’s called Hucow...a human cow. That was much cooler. Jodi said I would be “doing the sucking”, that she wanted to see us being Mother/daughter in a real sense, but I thought that really she wanted that for herself. It was just a feeling I had. She was not going to admit it, though, so I could not be sure.
I was going to ask anyway...offer to share, maybe...but she sucked on my breasts and kissed me, getting me so aroused I could hardly think. Then she dragged me down to dinner to try and behave normally! Sometimes she was absolutely horrible!
My only consolation was that Mom looked even more uncomfortable than I was. Jodi told me she had bought a new butt plug for Mom that inflated whenever you squeezed the bulb on the end of the tube. She was supposed to squeeze the bulb every time Jodi said “Thank you, Barb.” Her tits were bound up tight, too. It was very obvious to me, even with her bra and shirt over the ropes, but Dad didn’t seem to notice at all!
I think I counted Eight times during dinner that Mom had to give the pump bulb a hard squeeze. Near the end it seemed she was so uncomfortable with some kind pain I could only imagine that she was not able to finish her meal and got quiet. She poked at her food until Jodi would ask her to pass something else. The last time she asked she didn't say thank you and just nodded her head. I think she could tell mom was in some kind of real distress. I was sort of feeling sorry for her but still pretty upset she was getting all of the attention lately, so fine. If mom wants to be treated like a slave that’s what she deserves.
Then my hand went to my waist and felt the leather chastity belt and left me wondering , if mom is a sex slave for wearing the plug here at the dinner table, then what am I?
Chapter 10
Sweet and sour deal, kick ass kiddo, More than it seems, Very hot water!
Barb
Jodi had me tied to the pole the next morning in the barn. Last night was excruciating! That inflatable butt plug was the worst so far! And yet...the relief when it came out was so euphoric, I could not stay upset. Having the whole family there for dinner was hard, too, very hard. But when Jodi kissed me on the stairs as we went up to bed, I had never felt so content, so happy.
And here we were again. Yesterday’s emotional moment seemed to have been forgotten and I felt a little downhearted by that. I didn’t really expect things to change...and yet I did! I didn’t even want them to change...and yet I did.
I was blindfolded. Jodi told me that she had a woman coming over who was going to help us induce lactation in me, but the woman did not want her face to be known. There were instructions and equipment that had to be demonstrated. Thus, the blindfold. I would be able to hear the instructions and Jodi would watch the equipment being used so we would both understand and her friend could maintain her anonymity.
When the woman, Tess, arrived, I didn’t like her voice right away. She sounded like a bitch, really, and an arrogant one at that, but maybe I was misjudging. It was hard to tell when I couldn’t see her face.
I had to take some herbal supplements three times a day after meals and domperidone a half an hour before meals. Jodi made sure I was paying attention to that part, because we were not always together for lunch and I would have to carry out those instructions myself.
Tess began showing Jodi the equipment she had brought, some sort of pump, but much more sophisticated than the kind you get at the baby store. The ends were placed against my nipples, surprising me. I jumped.
“Tess, really! I know you aren’t usually this bad!” Jodi protested. “I should be learning how to do this anyway. Give it to me!”
“Oh no. You first need to watch the proper procedure, Little Tramp! Otherwise, how will you know the right way?” Tess sneered. What did she call Jodi?! I wish I was not tied up right now!
The suction was replaced at my nipples and the machine turned on. It was uncomfortable and I must have made some sound, though I was trying to be quiet.
“Don’t you use lotion normally?” I heard Jodi ask angrily.
“Well, if you are such a soft dom that you don’t want to cause pain….sure.” The ugly answer came.
“You know nothing about being….” Jodi never finished her retort, which was interrupted by a loud smacking sound. There was a scuffle and a body hit the stable door right in front of me.
“...I knew enough to cow you you little…” I strained my ears as much as I was able. I heard a whimper...was that Jodi?!
“I thought you could be more of a professional than this, Tess!” she rallied. Good for her!
“Just don’t forget the balloon payment, little Tramp! It will come due!” Tess threatened, what was she talking about?
I felt fingers caress the underside of my breasts, sliding down, down…
The hand was slapped away from me.
“You may take whatever payment you require from me, Tess, but never touch her again!” Jodi said menacingly. My heart just melted, even in my confusion. So protective! But she was the girl here, still, no matter our relationship. Shouldn’t I be protecting her? I opened my mouth to speak, but a hand was placed over my lips.
“Not a fucking word, Barb!” Jodi hissed in my ear.
“Yes. It is hard to get them to shut up, isn’t it, Tramp? Have you tried a broomstick? It always worked for me!”
I could feel Jodi positively wilt behind me where she stood so close. I did not like this woman!
“There is a manual process that should be performed at least three times a day. Since I cannot touch your sub…” the woman’s voice dripped with sarcasm, “I guess I will have to show you!” There was a pained moan, “Probably you will not have to be quite so rough. She looks ready to pop anyway. Jugs like that are hard to come by…”
“Get out, Tess. I will meet you at the gas station as agreed when things begin to happen. Until then, stay away.” Jodi said, coming around so she stood before me.
“Oh no, little tramp. I am changing our agreement. This little display of temper has convinced me I need to keep a closer eye on my investment. I will return in a month to collect my first fee. It won’t be full volume yet, probably, but enough, I am sure. And I will be here every day after. I like your hucow. She is easy on the eyes.”
“Come, if you must, but you will not see her again. You deal with me and me alone, Tess.” Jodi contradicted. More scuffling and a sharp intake of breath that had to be Jodi.
“I deal with whomever I wish, Tramp! You look the same now as you did then, did you know? Your pictures are worthless! A jury would believe they were taken recently. And you are no longer underage. So let’s not pretend you are in charge here. It is ridiculous. I will be back in thirty days.”
There was the sound of something heavy hitting the floor and then footsteps walking out of the barn. I waited. Nothing happened. No sound reached my ears.
“Jodi?” I asked hesitantly.
“Barb, never speak when you are in that woman’s presence. Right now you are only useful to her as a way to get to me. Do not give her a reason to notice you otherwise,” she said finally. I could tell by the direction of her voice that she was what had hit the floor.
“Jodi!”
“Slut! Do as you are told!” she yelled, but I was a mother. I could hear the tears she was trying so hard to hide.
“Okay, okay. I understand. But it is not so important. There are other things we can do. We do not need that horrible person,” I argued, wishing she would remove the blindfold.
“No. I want this!” Her hand hovered near my breast, close enough to feel the heat of it and then she let it touch me, just below the suction cups still pumping away on my nipples. “You are mine. I want it.” she said again.
Julie
Jodi distracted me every time I tried to talk to her. Maybe I could get more information out of Mom, even if it was indirectly. We had been so close before Jodi came…
I loved Jodi, I did! But things were changing so fast! I know I initiated some of it...okay, okay, a lot of it, but still…
Mom and Jodi had been doing something mysterious in the barn again. I thought after Jodi let me help that one time, I would be a full partner. But that hadn’t happened. And Jodi had come into dinner with bruises! One on her face and several on her breast and hip! Had Mom fought back after all this time?!
I didn’t like feeling left out! This was supposed to be my thing with Mom! And with Jodi! I was supposed to be the puppetmaster!
“Mom!” I called when I saw her leaving the kitchen. Jodi was taking an after supper ride and that was weird, too. Mom would never have let me take the horses out so late! Dad was already upstairs. Shower, shave and sports night. He would not come back down until tomorrow.
Mom turned, holding out her arms to me like always. I ran into them, but it wasn’t the same anymore.
“What’s up, Sweetie?” she asked. How could I even explain? I couldn’t tell her the real problem without revealing that I knew about her and Jodi. I was at a loss.
“I don’t know, Mom…” was all I could say, cuddling into her embrace like I had when I was a child. Mom hugged me then pulled back just a little
“I know things are changing and you are not so hot on your boyfriend lately. Is that what’s bothering you?”
“Nah,” I had nearly forgotten about him! “Boys are stupid! It...it’s Jodi. Mom, she is all bruised! She won’t tell me why, but it looks like she was beaten up! I thought that was all behind her when she came here!” Mom looked at me gravely for a moment.
“Sweetie, let's sit at the table and talk.”
She told me she was not sure what all was going on the Jodi front either and she was a little worried for her too. The only thing Jodi had told her is she was in contact with a woman she knew years ago. Mom wouldn’t say, but I don’t think she liked that woman very much.
“You know I like Jodi a lot, we need to trust her that she knows what she is doing and be here for her no matter what,” Mom said. Typical Mom non answer.
“There was a woman...A few years ago...I didn’t really talk to Jodi then, but there were stories around school...Is...is it that woman? She used to sell drugs around town. A nurse, or something. Mom! If it is her we have to do something! That year Jodi was...well she was in really bad shape all the time!” I understood now. I didn’t need Mom’s confirmation. Jodi’s behavior was proof enough. I felt bad about my earlier childish suspicions. “Bruises, she got really thin, And she had trouble walking a lot of the time, like it hurt her to move her legs! It is why I started to talk to her in the first place. She needed a friend so bad! Is it her? Do you know?”
Mom took my hands and held them. “Julie, you are one of kindest girls I have ever known. I can tell you are really worried about her. But yes. She did say it was a nurse she knows who she wants help from for a project she wants to take on. Jodi has been through things we can only guess at. I’m sure life with a drug addict mom has put her in contact with some really seedy people that we would never want in our lives. But we can’t pick her friends for her and we have to accept she can see whoever she wants to be friends with”
“Yeah, okay, but why would she want to be friends with someone like that when she has us?! Aren’t we better? I like having a sister. And I don’t want my sister to get hurt by some skank in ugly shoes!” I huffed. Mom got that look she gets when she has figured out what my real problem is even when I try so hard not to say it. I hate that look! She smiled and hugged me close.
“ Sweetie, I know Jodi really likes you and would like how concerned you are. She tells me she thinks you are the most precious girl ever.”
“She did?” I asked, sure Mom was just trying to make me feel better, But she nodded, “It just feels like you and she are so close now and I...I feel left out,” I explained finally. That was the real problem! I wanted in! And I was not sure I was welcome.
Mom sighed a little, “Julie you know i love you more than anyone in the world, right? I never want you to feel left out. Jodi has taken such an interest in the horses and we have been out there a lot and you are always welcome to come out. But Jodi may be into some things on her own that we had best stay out of. I really don't want you falling in with things for her past she may not be able to shake off yet.”
“It’s not like I want to take on a Mob wife, Mom!” I rolled my eyes at her, “I just want to help! But okay, I hear you. We have to wait until Jodi wants help before we can do anything, right? I know. But it is hard to see someone you care about in pain! And I know she is in pain, Mom. Not just the bruises, but like...inside…”
Mom looked like she wanted to say something then stopped. Then finally said,
“We can help Jodi as much as she will let us. But we can't snoop or pry into her affairs. Please give her some distance for a while and I am sure she will come around. We can spend more time together as we let her sort things out.“
“Do you promise?” I asked. She nodded. I hugged her again, feeling much better. “Okay then. I love you Mom!”
Mom was right...as usual. So I didn’t confront Jodi like I had planned to do. I would wait. She would come to me eventually. Weren’t we best friends?
Jodi
With Toy out doing a simple but slutty submissive task Julie had come up with. We had the morning and midday at the barn all to ourselves. I had to hand it to the girl for coming up with such a hot and humiliating task for her step-mom. She was ordered to take pictures of each phase and send them to my phone. Our other conversations were punctuated with beeps from my phone as we opened each picture as it came in. We would discuss the details later, now we were only having fun with the pictures.
Last night Julie came to me with a long face wanting to talk. I know she was wanting to pry into why my time was getting so divided and why I was still doing things with Barb alone. I was right.
“Julie, I can’t blindfold our toy for every session.” I explained. “Sometimes she needs to see me and see what’s coming and not run from it as part of her obeying and trusting me. There is also something about seeing into her eyes that is so incredibly hot. Seeing her mind spinning with the humiliation and hurt she needs so much, watching her peering out of tear filled eyes is an important part of this for her and us too. I have not forgotten you. We are getting closer and closer to the time you can show yourself to her, but it has to be special...important.”
I promised Julie then we would do a session in the barn with her mom blindfolded tomorrow but first I had some things to show her. She needed to understand what kinds of things she had set into motion when she made her plan to make her mom into the submissive sex slave. I didn’t tell her what we were really doing in the barn the last few days, it was time to almost catch her up to the present by showing her the other videos I had made. She would think they were more recent. And she never had to learn about Tess’s visit.
I took her to the big dusty storage room and uncovered the saw horses and newly cleaned up sulky which had been hidden under a dirty, old, torn, winter horse blanket.
“We worked together to make a lot of things lately. You were not interested in the leatherworking stuff anyway, you always said that. I told you our toy wants to be a Pony woman and showed you some sites she found. Well, soon enough she will be pulling this with us riding in it. She will have to learn to work with blinders on first but as soon as she can you will be driving her around in the barn lot and round pen.”
That really excited Julie, I knew it would. Her face lit up and she hugged me and kissed me happily.
Then I showed her how the punishment horses made from the old saw horses worked. She was aghast at how cruel it could be to be made to sit atop of the wedge. She ran her delicate hand across the top from the rounded over and sanded end to still rough sawn sharp edge on the other and I could see her shiver at the thought of being tied onto it.
“Fuck Jodi! Are you going to make her sit on this?!” She exclaimed wide eyed.
“I already have,”I told her. “And she came, too!”
Her mouth literally dropped open and she jerked her hand away from the sharp edge of the horse. I spent the next few minutes showing her how the dildo horse worked and how her mom had been lowered onto them for a test punishment session.
I had brought the harness from my locker out to the tack room. She held it and marveled that we had made it look so professional with the shiny buckles and rings and dyed and well oiled the straps to make it soft and supple. I laughed when she excitedly begged, “Oh please, can I try it on...please please!”
“Of course you can. In fact, I insist you know how it feels. We made it adjustable and I’ve had it on too.”
I removed her chastity leather, and got her into the harness, it looked no less hot on her smaller soft body than it did on Barb. I reveled in touching her smooth skin as I tugged the straps tight and felt her shiver with excitement.
“Take this rope over your shoulder and climb up to the hay loft. Drop one end down to pull up this bag of stuff I want to show you.”
At the end wall where a nice mat of soft hay covered the floor where the bales had been stored we spread the blanket from the bag. It was nice up here, cozy, almost like my bed in the house. I knew with Julie it was all about setting. She needed the romance of it. We got comfortable, leaning back on some bales we had draped one end of the blanket over. I took out my laptop and told her,
“You were right Julie, your mom wants some pretty extreme shit. She has a real need inside her to be abused and hurt sexually like some of the women in the vids we’ve seen. Somehow, as she got into this she fixated on you as her fantasy Mistress. I think it may be because she loves and trusts you and this kind of stuff takes a lot of trust. She has come to trust me so we were able to play this scene without her knowing how much it was going to hurt. She knows, not believes, knows, that I will never cause any real or permanent damage while trying to give her what she wants. That is the sort of trust you must inspire. That is what real control is all about. You can’t just try things willy-nilly and let the excitement get the better of you. You have to know what you are doing or you can hurt someone badly. Now keep that in mind as you watch because it’s pretty severe looking but she is fine, mentally and physically. She may be a bit sore today, though.” I grinned. Julie gave me an answering grin, but she was looking thoughtful, which was a very good thing. She thinks she started this, but I was not going to let her damage my slave for that fiction. She wanted to be the Dom? She would learn how to do it correctly, even if she had more than a big dollop of sub in her, too.
We leaned shoulder to shoulder as I put the laptop on our legs and found the edited file I had prepared to show her.
I watched her carefully throughout the video. She flinched, more than once, and as excited as she got by most of it, there were parts that cooled her ardor a bit.
She was not at all turned on when her Mom was lowered onto the punishment horse. The fuck pony was better I was glad. I had a vision of them both sitting on top of the pony, each filled with a dildo, kissing and teasing each other as they rode the horse. I wanted a video of that and if Julie had shied away from the fuck pony too, I would never get one.
Julie
After watching the video, Jodi had me practicing my rope work again. Watching the video of mom hanging from the pulley and being lowered down on to the sharp edge and how it made her thrash and scream into her gag had me so hot! I put the harness on Jodi and tied her between two end wall posts with her facing the wall. Then I put more ropes on her and I sometimes imagined it was Barb. I’m getting pretty good with rope too. In some ways maybe better than Jodi because I do it fast and just as neat. She was impressed with how fast I was learning. She is a good teacher. When she takes time to think of what to do next I already see it in my head and just do it fast and tight, my hands never stopping. Dad used to do some cowboy stuff and I guess maybe the times he showed me how to hogtie a calf really fast stuck with me. I miss the little calves but the farm smells much better without so many animals now. Jodi still had to correct me once or twice, though, reminding me of places where nerves were too close to the surface for ropes to be safe.
It’s still hard to watch mom scream in pain even knowing she sort of asks for it. I don’t quite see how Jodi loves it like she does. I mean it’s hot, sure, but I feel a little bad for Mom. Jodi, though...well her face said it all! She was even masturbating while Mom screamed in the video! But, Mom knew what Jodi was going to do to her and she just went along. Some of the video was clearly edited, the sound had been cut out sometimes and a few scenes looked shortened. Jodi said some of it was boring as she tried to think of what to do next and some of it maybe a little harsher than she thinks I should see right now. I think she may be right. I am more into making her go to the store wearing a rope bra and crotch harness over her panties like she is doing today.
As I tied Jodi up for maybe the fifth time I asked her, “Are you as excited to see the selfies we are making mom do today as I am?”
She was quick to reply that she was.
“You reading that story about the slave woman sent shopping is making for a great real task for our toy. I think she enjoys it. It is not the sort of thing I think of. Your insight into your Mom really helped there. How did you know which store to send her to? Those cute cashiers had to be driving her crazy! Good thing they are both younger than us and not our classmates and have never met you mom since she always does her shopping at the bigger stores. You have a clever mind, my sexy little partner in crime. What are those girls, maybe Juniors this coming year?”
I was beaming, being praised by Jodi was the greatest feeling because she was so precise about stuff. She would never say that unless she meant it wholeheartedly. And I was turned on by the fact that I had managed to impress Jodi, too. That and imagining mom in the store as we talked about it.
“I picked the store because of those girls. Yeah, the little redhead I know will be a Junior this year but I’ve never seen the other girl at our school, so she may go to the all girls Catholic school. You know a lot of them are lezzies there.”
We both laughed at how I still don't see myself as lezzy too. But after all this and breaking up with my boyfriend I don’t think I will ever want to kiss boys again. I think a dildo sounds much less complicated. Jodi agreed but refused to take the hint. She just keeps saying I’m not ready. Ughh! I’m like, melting here!
After finishing the really hot Boxtie/Hogtie combo she wanted me to learn and untying her a thought came to me.
“Right now mom could be standing nervous and humiliated in front of that little lezzy cashier. The cucumber, condoms, clothes pins, wood spoon, candle and KY lotion all on the counter between them, the girls checking out her big boobs stuck straight out with nipples hard from the tight ropes around them. That thin red summer sweater stretched tight over it all. Mom would be shivering because of the crotch rope under that pretty flower pattern short skirt keeping her turned on, her face flushed beneath the heavy, slutty makeup you made her put on, standing tall in those hot red heels that match her hooker red lipstick. Fuck, she is just so hot already, those girls must be wet as hell for her right now! I can’t wait to see the pics of her like that! I wish you had let me come down before she left!” She reminded me, of course, that Mom would never have agreed to me seeing her like that.
The thought of those girls seeing mom like that and wanting her, too, kind of made me jealous. She was not doing anything actually illegal but way the fuck slutty.
“Hey, she may be a slut but she is our slut. They can look but she ours!” I decided. We both laughed again.
Jodi
Little Julie is incredibly athletic and strong. She totally blew me away when she tossed a few armloads of loose hay out onto the middle of the hall floor then stood on the edge of the loft, squatted some then leapt off and landed flat footed on the thin covering of hay on the dirt floor! She bent her knees, taking the impact and translating it into another spinning jump. When she landed again she threw up her hands like she was in a gymnastics tournament and beamed at me.
“Ta Da!” She cried out gleefully.
No damn way was I going to try that! I clapped and shouted. “Holy fuck Julie...that’s damn impressive!”
I was going to have to make it a point to go with her to some of her Gymnastics classes and events. She was in the top Three in her class and I felt a little guilty that I had never seen her do her stuff. It was important to her and I should be supporting that.
She beamed and laughed. “Hey, Toss down the bag and stay there. When I get the tackle in front of you, step onto the weight below the hook and I will let you down.”
She got the block down in front of me with practiced ease. When I hesitated, she laughed, “Oh do it you big chicken! I let myself down on it all the time.” But she had never been hung upside down over a stairway landing as a small child for daring to try and defend her Mom.
I pushed those thoughts away and let her have a bit of fun with me. This had been her playground growing up and she knew it well. She was in a mood to show off some, probably because her Mom and I had been monopolizing this space and she wanted to reclaim it in some small way. Instead of just letting down she got me in the middle of the hall and lifted me all the way up to the rafters! I had never done anything like that and my belly filled with butterflies! I did manage to keep my voice calm and authoritative, but only just.
“Julie, if you drop me I swear, I will get out of the hospital and come back and kick your ass.” She laughed like she did not believe a word I said, but let me down halfway. She looked up at me clinging to the rope and an oddly serious look came to her face.
“Jodi, do you really think you could ever kick my ass? My gymnastics teacher also teaches Taekwando. All the girls get basic self defense as part of our classes. I’m actually pretty good!” she bragged, lowering the rope too quickly for my taste and stopping it abruptly. She did it again, jerking me to a stop still above the ground. She grinned, thinking she had the upper hand, but she had made a mistake. Three feet was not a problem for me. And taekwondo was one thing, fighting for your life another. I jumped down, which caused her to stumble as she overbalanced against the suddenly weightless rope. I was on her in a second, before she could recover, and twisted her arm up behind her back. She had to know the counter move to this hold...it was basic...but I got into her head as quickly as I could. She was stronger than me, and probably a better competition fighter, but I never wanted to go that route with Julie. Ever! If she flipped that switch in me....well I was not afraid or squeamish to do whatever had to be done. And I would do it before I had a chance to remember that she was a person I loved. Because, unlike Julie, I fought to win...and I fought dirty.
“Maybe you could kick my ass...one time,” I whispered into her ear before spinning her around so we were face to face, breast to breast, “But then who would give you the kisses you know you can’t live without?” I kissed her then, long and deep, running one hand down her side and getting it between our bodies to finger her plump, wet pussy. She melted into me, kissing me back and I drew away, planting sloppy, slobbery dog kisses all over her face. She squealed a protest and I jumped back before she could retaliate, chasing me out of the barn and more than halfway around before catching me and licking my nose.
“Gross!” I cried, wiping my face with my sleeve.
“You started it!” she accused and we returned to the barn together laughing, the danger had passed and all was right with my world again. Still, the strength and agility she had shown was impressive and taekwondo? A vision of her kicking Tess in the stomach rose unbidden to my mind and I just enjoyed it until Julie spoke again.
“Let's go on a horseback ride instead of shopping or just driving around. You ride Joeboy and I will show you some neat tricks I’ve taught Topaz.”
She impressed me again with her horseback skills. She had Topaz doing side passes and lead changes, dropping the reins and using only leg cues, jumping over jumps and moving in gates I did not know horses could do.
I watched her with new eyes. I had been so sure of myself and so blind. This sweet unassuming pint size girl could have maybe kicked my ass anytime she wanted and I had no idea! Fuck me. I have a little package of sexy hot dynamite and I was forming some pretty wicked ideas of how to use her incredible physical talents as we rode in the warm sunshine.
What Julie did not have is something I have learned growing up in a life not sheltered by loving parents with money. A darkness that never had and never would touch her pretty and pure soul. She is still very much a child at heart, innocent and trusting to a fault, a sweet lamb lapping up cream from the palm of my hand.
I, on the other hand, was as jaded as women twice my age and tougher than most mixed martial artists. Julie was missing the one thing I had in abundance...the ability, desire...even longing...to inflict pain! And until you are willing to do that, you would always lose to those who were willing. I was sexy, confident and smart. I knew what I wanted and I knew how to get it.
Tess had better watch her ass because Barb and Julie are mine!
I could see them side by side pulling me on the sulky. Gagged and crying as I lashed out with my whip leaving angry welts as I pushed them till they were about to drop. They would all be mine.
Barb
The idea of breastfeeding or producing milk was one I had not thought of in years until Jodi told me that soon my udders as she called them as she laughed would soon be producing lots of “cowslut” milk. It was maybe the scariest thing so far but I was not sure why. I’ve heard it actually feels pretty nice to be suckled but with Jodi’s penchent for pain I had little hope it would feel nice and every reason to believe she would turn it into an incredibly painful ordeal.
Standing in the barn hall under the pulley as she tied my arms behind my back at wrists and elbows she had little to say to me. All morning she had seemed lost in thought and even a little angry.
“Okay Toy spread those legs!” she ordered, attaching them to a spreader bar, then tying each end of the bar to posts at either side of the hall. My feet were trapped in place. The leather head harness with blindfold attached was put on my head and face but this time with a ring gag to hold my mouth wide open then the ball gag over that. With my ears plugged and taped I was again lost in darkness and silence.
A few moments passed as slowly as a few hours as my heart began to race and my mind spun. I wondered when and what would be next. It was a flurry of ropes wound and pulled and tightened on my chest. Fast and deliberate hands worked to bind my torso incredibly tight. Then came the thinner cord circling my tits to round and swell them into orbs but not as tight as they had been at other times making me wonder why. My wrists tied up to the pulley hook and a hand in my mid back pushing to bend me over as my arms pulled up and up then tied off leaving my torso level. A cord to the top of the head harness had my head bent back and face forward. Fast work was made to have my crotch in a harness that circled my hips and thighs but left my crotch and ass available. I was trussed faster than usual and very securely, but I wondered why Jodi’s hands felt so...impersonal... this time. Had she lost her joy at tying me elaborately and slowly and lovingly? Or was it just a spillover from the anger I sensed in her earlier.
More ropes around my waist and harnesses were added in quick succession and gathered up to the hook to keep me bent over. A rope from my collar down to the spreader bar between my legs was added then tested to adjust my position from nearly standing straight, to bent over so far I wondered if my head was near the dirt floor. Weighted nipple clamps bit painfully into my nipples! Then my ass was set on fire with a paddle spanking that made me jerk in my bonds and caused the weights hanging from the nipple clamps to swing wildly with each blow!
There was another short break that left me panting and afraid of what was coming next. My arms were let down a little and then ropes were adjusted and had me standing almost straight. I felt the pulley go up a few inches until only my toes touched the ground. I was more hanging than standing. This was clearly a well thought out and superbly done tie that with easy adjustments left every part ...every hole of my body available to whatever torment my Mistress had planned for it.
Julie
As soon as I was brought into the barn with the text from Jodi, I went to work. She had already told me what I was to do. I had studied the pictures Jodi found of how she wanted mom rope tied. She had told me to do them in such a way that Mom could be bent over almost doubled or standing nearly straight with her tits thrust far forward for the work we would be doing on them to start her Hucow training and forced lactation. Fuck, it was so exciting to be tying her!
Like Jodi had said and I had seen in the videos, it really turned her on to be tied up! She is really a sick slut and clearly forming the association of bondage with pain and then the pain with sexual torments and orgasms, when Jodi let her have any. Seeing and feeling her arousal as I tied her up is enormously hotter than even the hot pics and vids! Touching and tying her fantastic body and big perfect tits got me hotter too. Holy fuck what a sexy woman Mom is!
Jodi had been watching and taking pics and the video cameras were getting it all. She stepped up and handed me the nipple clamps one at a time and the paddle once I had them dangling from mom’s nipples cruelly.
“Now go ahead and whip her ass a nice shade of red” She said. I took the paddle from her and hesitated for just a second, thinking of the videos I had seen. I could not be hesitant, careful Julie here. I had to do it like Jodi had done it. I pulled my arm back and swung from the shoulder. It was sooo hot to hear her crying out from the behind the ball gag as I paddled her ass good! And I realized I liked it!
Jodi
“Now feel her wet pussy” I told Julie after she had Toy’s ass nice and hot from the paddle. I had her bring Toy to the verge of orgasm with her slender little fingers then stop suddenly.
“Now come in the tack room with me and we will bring out the bench and put everything we will need for the session on it.”
With sex toys, whips, ointments, my new Violet Wand and more on the bench the last items to be brought out were the case that held the portable TENS unit with its four leads and the Crock Pot with the steam on the lid hiding the assortment of syringes I had already filled with the new experimental blend of lactation inducing drugs and saline. Tess said they had great success with it producing early and heavy flows of high quality milk. It was said to work best when heated but in the clinic they never went above 120 degrees but suspected temps up near 200 would make it even more effective. The thermometer in the pot read 180 , about the same temp as the wax I had used. When Tess and I had talked about it being hotter and how the first few may dissipate but eventually enough injections would add up to an overall heating if given closely timed together. I had decided to start at the base of each one a little above the cords constricting them. Injections of the hot fluid into them from the bottom, top, inside then outside then move up to mid tit in the same pattern again.
The last round would be under the base of each nipple in the same order. The heat from the 24 hot syringes would build from base to tips in what would surely be a torrent of agony as her tits swelled to probably DD for a few hours with stiff nipples doubled in size. It was going to be excruciating! My pussy was heated just imagining how it was going to make her scream. But so much to do before getting to the syringes.
I plugged in the violet wand and after a second it began to glow purple. I winked at Julie and brought it close to Barb’s nipples, touching it to the skin briefly. A zap and the barest whiff of ozone made Barb jerk in her bonds. It was not as harsh as some of the things I had done to her breasts so far, but it was different, a stinging, very sharp and pinpoint accurate. The best part was, once I was finished, the breasts would feel mildly sunburned for several hours. It was a marvelous prep for what was to come, like a base coat of gesso on a canvas.
I covered the entire breast with small electric zapps before kneeling and bringing the wand close to her pussy and touching it briefly to her clit. A slight, muffled shriek escaped her gag and I did it again before dragging the wand down toward her vaginal opening, touching here and there as the mood struck me. She was shivering and whimpering, but I was not quite done. I touched the wand to her anus six or eight times, drawing a ring around the one she already possessed. Then I plugged that hole with the next largest butt plug we had and gave it a couple of not so very light taps with my fingers until she was groaning and twitching.
With well lotioned hands, encircling one of Barb's breasts I began the manual manipulation, pulling hard and firmly toward the nipple before repeating the process three more times. Then I nodded to Julie to do the same on the other tit. We took turns milking our hucow and getting her ready for the next phase. Julie liked this part. Her slippery hands gliding over her Mother’s smooth skin and bound plump breasts excited her. I can’t deny my panties were wet as well.
Five minutes of manual manipulation and it was time for the suction. First, I inserted a dildo into Barb’s pussy. It was fairly thick but one of the shorter ones so I could get it completely inside her without too much sticking out. With the suction set on low, I lotioned her nipples and placed the suction cups onto them, making sure Julie was watching carefully to see how it was done.
Barb was breathing shallowly now. She was scared, I was sure, and began to tense up. I removed the ball gag and the ring as well. I took a sip of water from the bottles we had nearby and kissed her, pouring the water from my mouth to hers. She swallowed it eagerly and waited, silent as she knew she should be, but with her mouth slightly open, begging in the prettiest way for more. I caressed her cheek gently and gave her another mouthful. Three more and she was satisfied. I turned the machine up. Her groan of discomfort was louder without the gag, but I did not replace it. Julie needed to learn and I just could not resist hearing her sweet, distressed noises with their undertones of deep arousal.
Five minutes was what Tess told me for this first time and I knew just how to fill that time. I picked the paddle back up and struck her on the ass. Barb cried out and I did it again. The third time I made sure to hit both of the dildos with the paddle, driving them inside her hard for a second. Each cheek received two more hits before I targeted the dildos again. By the time our five minutes was up Barb was crying and dripping onto the hay covered floor as well.
I inserted my finger between the suction cup and her nipple, popping it off of her and removing the second the same way. Barb sighed with relief, but I gestured Julie forward again and pointed to Barb’s nipple.
“Now you suck!” I told her, “Hard!”
She did as told, wrapping her hands around one and sucking for all she was worth making Barb’s soft sobbing turn to moans of arousal. Pain and pleasure meshing and driving the woman into a throbbing and purely physical thing with no other thoughts except the sensations we were making her feel.
I watched Julie sucking on Barb and felt an envy that was completely out of place. This was my idea! I was making them mother and daughter for real! I should be happy and very turned on! I turned away, just for a moment, but I couldn’t stay that way. Julie, at least, could see me, would know that something was wrong. She looked up.
“Are you going to do the other one?” she asked.
“No. You do that one too,” I told her and I watched. I barely blinked, I was focused so intently. God, they were beautiful! It did not matter just then that Barb was not Julie’s biological mother. She had been the only mother Julie had ever known. This would bring them closer together. I wondered briefly if Julie’s real mother had breastfed her. My mother hadn’t bothered. It would have been inconvenient for the gentleman callers. Stupid bitch! According to Tess she could have been making twice if not three times the money if she hadn’t let her milk dry up so she could get back to her quick and cheap hookups for her drug money.
I stopped Julie when the time was up and took the lid off the crockpot. Julie blanched to see the steam rising from the pot. I used the tongs to remove one syringe. I had Julie put on the gloves to protect her hands and gave it to her. I pointed to the exact spot it needed to go into Barb’s breast and stepped back. She pushed the needle in and hit the plunger quickly, but when Barb screamed piercingly, her hand started to shake. She went white as a sheet and dropped the syringe as soon as she pulled it out.
I had no time for her little girl’s prissiness and so grabbed the second syringe out of the crockpot with the tongs, not waiting for Julie to remove the gloves and hand them to me. I inserted the needle under Barb’s breast, directly opposite the first injection. She whimpered, tensing, until I pushed the plunger down. Her scream was gorgeous, wetting my panties in one go and making her shudder in her restraints! I forgot all about Julie as I watched my beautiful slave thrash and cry as she pulled against the ropes. Then I grabbed the third syringe. It went directly between the first two, on the inside of her breast, close to her chest. The fourth one went between the first two, but on the other side. She began begging then.
“ Ahhh! Oowww oh oh God Jodie pleasee. Please! I dont ...dont think I can take this!”
I turned to Julie and snatched up the ball gag, placing it on her and covering the whole thing with a cloth that was lying around. I put my fingers to my lips and looked her in the eyes. I did not trust her right now without it. She nodded, but she was still pale and shaking, although the poor thing was still aroused.
I removed the earplugs from Barb and leaned close.
“You can take it, slut! You will take it. For me, you will do this, slave. We will take our time, make it as easy as we can, but you will do this!” I said to her.
“ okay...I ca ..can. Mistress but it hurts so much!”
I stroked her face gently and kissed her sweetly.
“You are so beautiful! So obedient! This is not the whole treatment, Toy. There are sixteen injections this time, but the rest of them, save one, only need two and those are normal, not hot. After this, my darling slave, you will be on your way to becoming something marvelous! Keep thinking of that. It is only this time and one other. Okay?” I assured her. She nodded, tears streaming down her face and I reached for the next injection. These four went right around her nipple into the areola. Top, bottom and each side. Her breast swelled with the liquid and the heat until she was two cup sizes larger than normal. It was a very strange look, with one breast so much larger than the other. The size was encouraging. Tess had said the more the breasts swell, the more chance of the treatment working well.
I moved to the second breast, starting underneath. Barb tried to grit her teeth against the pain, trying so hard not to beg me to stop. I reached down and stroked her clit, rubbing between her folds and pressing close to her.
“You may scream, Toy, you may cry and beg and do whatever you need to. Let it out, Barb,” I instructed, giving her the second injection above the breast. She did scream and I reached for the nearby table, grabbing up a vibrator and inserting it into myself. I turned it on and reached for the next needle. It went inside the breast and close to the chest. Tess had told me that the heat would increase instead of decrease, every place the needles went if the pain would spread until the pain all joined together rendering her breasts one large throbbing, burning pain. I placed the fourth needle, bucking my hips against the vibrator in time to her ragged screams.
“Yes! Yes, Toy! Almost done now! It burns, doesn’t it? But your breasts, Barb are so beautiful right now, swollen and red and quivering. You are a mother goddess, my Toy, and you are going to take my breath away when we are finished! Just four more. Hang on, Barb. Next one…”
She whimpered and tried to shrink back, but the ropes would not let her. I could hear Julie shift behind me and I sent her a warning look before I hit the plunger on the next needle.
Barb begged some more for me to stop as she thrashed in the restraints, but it was much too late for that now. Her screams were primal, guttural and hoarse. It was the sexiest thing I had ever heard! The vibrator had me close and her screams were stroking the fire within us both, mine of passion, hers of pain. I set the next three quickly, understanding that she was very close to her breaking point now. Close...but not there quite yet.
When the last needle was in I took the crock pot, remembering to double check the temperature to be sure it had not heated up too much. In one quick move, I dumped the contents of the crockpot over her already abused and swollen breasts. Her scream was worthy of a horror movie and I slammed my hand over the vibrator within me, grinding my hips once before cumming harder than ever before. For one second, I could not even tell which way was up as pleasure rolled through me. My own screams of pleasure rivaled even Barbs efforts. I am surprised I remained on my feet.
The second I could move again I kissed Barb hard, sucking on her tongue and licking at her lips before stepping back and slapping her face twice. I replaced the earplugs briefly and left her to hang on the ropes and recover a little while I dealt with Julie, who surely was going to need some handling now.
She backed away a step, but I didn’t let her get too far, putting my arms around her and guiding us both down to the floor. I cradled Julie in my arms and let her lean on me.
“That was hard for you to watch, wasn’t it?” I asked gently.
Julie
I had never heard anyone scream like that before! And Jodi! She had an orgasm right at the very worst part! I started to back away when she came for me, but shock had made me slow and she caught me up, hugging me close. I melted into her, desperate for any comfort just then. She asked if it was hard to watch?! Duh!
“Yes,” I whispered. I could feel her nod against my hair.
“Julie, if your Mom did not want this treatment, if she were not the way she was, I could not do what I did. You know that, don’t you? She even said it. She said she could take it. She wants it, Julie...not on the surface the way you want sunshine and puppies, but way down inside, where the deepest privations of the heart are hidden. I know it was scary for you, but Barb is actually perfectly fine. There was no damage done to her today, none! I promise you that,” she said urgently, stroking my hair and trying to reassure me by sheer physical presence.
“I saw. I know,” I said. Jodi was right, but, God! Who would need that? And who would need to do that?!
“I need your help now, Julie.” Jodi continued.
“I don’t think I can…”
“No. No, Sweetie, I need your help with what they call aftercare. Part of you Mom needed this, but another part cannot accept it. We have to soothe that part now. No more pain...well, just a little, but I will do that part,” she amended.
“What do I have to do?”
“Put some cold aloe lotion on her breasts. The skin will be stretched quite a lot from the treatment and they are very hot. We need to cool her down now. Can you do that? You have such a gentle touch. It will be very comforting for her,” Jodi explained.
“O...okay. I can do that.” Anything to help Mom not hurt so bad!
Jodi took the aloe out of the cooler and squirted some on my hands. I reached for Mom, smoothing the lotion over her breasts as gently as I could. She gasped at my touch and leaned forward as far as the ropes would allow. She liked it! And her breasts really were amazing right now! SO fucking hot i could feel the heat of not just her skin but the heat from deep within still being generated by the reaction to the drug mixed in the saline. I continued to caress them even after the lotion was no longer cold, just to feel those magnificent breasts burning hot in my hands a little while longer.
Jodi pulled the dildo out of Mom’s pussy and I realized she had put a strap on around her hips...and it was really big!
“Jodi!” I protested, “Hasn’t she had enough?”
“Julie, the last hour has been severely intense. Too much gentleness now would only confuse. She needs a really big orgasm to kick the endorphins into gear. Trust me,” she explained. I did...but…
Jodi lubed the huge dildo and positioned it at Mom’s opening. She pushed, and Mom groaned. She pushed again and made more progress this time. Two more pushes saw the whole thing inside her! She leaned heavily on the ropes, exhausted.
“Jodi. MIstress Jodi please! I can’t. I am sure I can’t!” she protested, but a flush had crept down her throat to join the redness at her chest. Jodi pulled out and pushed into her again, not slamming hard, but firmly and swiftly. On the third push she reached around Mom and pinched her hugely distended nipples hard! She twisted and pulled them as she pounded the dildo into her.
Mom jerked on the ropes and shuddered, crying out, “Yes! Thank you, Mistress! I cum...I cum only at Mistress Jodi’s pleasure. Please, Mistress, may I cum!” She was pushing back against Jodi and jerking her hips, trying to get the whole thing into her. Ripping the tape and plug out of one ear, Jodi said as she huffed.
“You have pleased me, slut! Cum!” Jodi slammed the dildo in once more and Mom cried out in ecstasy this time, twitching in her bondage, then went limp and still, exhausted and spent.
Jodi pointed toward the house and mouthed “ Go” and started talking softly into mom’s ear so she would not hear me leave.
Barb
Jodi let me down from the suspension very slowly and gently, taking my weight so I could get the blood moving in my limbs before I had to use them. She lowered me to the blanket and stroked me gently, soothingly. This was the worst session yet, but...but...the orgasm had been so very incredible! And now I was being loved and cherished in a way that felt so right, so necessary. I relaxed into her arms and let her kiss me and praise me while I recovered from her torment.
Up early at the kitchen sink the next morning after the first lactation treatment I was wondering what I was going to do about the problem of sleeping with my husband if ...no when my milk started coming in. My tits were still swollen some but not as much as when I went to bed but my nipples had been hard half the time for the past few weeks and now they were even bigger when I got aroused or chilled or just rubbed too much be my housecoat which was a big problem as I stood there. I dashed off to my room and managed to put on a bra and that helped for now even if it was no longer big enough. I was going to need new bras. Would I need nursing bras?
One of the reasons I had set the bonus room up as a spare bedroom was Bill’s (need to check for his name in early story) snoring. He had come down to find me on the couch more than once due to his snoring and felt bad for me is why he did not object to spending big money on the huge bedroom suit. Now with Jodi in there it was a problem I had to find an answer to. I had an idea and needed to talk to Jodi. The answer seemed obvious but was it ?
Before anyone else got up I took a sheet and blanket from the linen closet and made up a messy bed on the couch as if I had slept on it. As I expected Bill was the next one up. He came in and gave me the usual peck on the cheek and sat down to his coffee with no notice of the couch he had passed by on the way to the kitchen. We sat with his nose in the morning paper sipping coffee as I searched for bras on my laptop. Surprisingly, Julie came in earlier than her usual. She looked groggy and sort of sad as she puttered around looking for a snack and poured a glass of chocolate milk. I saw her look towards the couch and then just lean on the door jamb and sipping her drink for a moment.
“Mom, is dad’s snoring bad again? I see you camped on the couch last night.”
Bill looked over his paper at me. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I can take the couch if you will just wake me up” I was saying it was not a big deal and I didn't mind the couch at all and brought up the idea of a sleeper sofa again. We had talked of it before getting the new bedroom furniture and it seemed a good idea again now.
Then Julie said something that made me freeze up for a second.
“Mom, why don't you just sleep with me? I don’t think I snore.“ She seemed genuine but with a tinge of frustration behind her words. Looking at me, her next sentence cleared it up for me why. “It’s not fair to you that Jodi is sleeping in the bed you got for when dad snores. That was supposed to be for you mom.”
There was no way I was going to sleep with Julie knowing my tits would be leaking at night all too soon. Again Bill was saying he did not mind the couch at all and maybe a sleeper sofa was a good idea. It was then that Jodi came in.
“Barb? I thought that room was just a spare bedroom! I didn’t know I took your room!” she said, looking distressed. I hoped I was the only one to see the mischief lurking deep in her eyes, “The bed is really huge. If you need to, you can sleep there, too. I don’t mind. Or, I can sleep on the couch. It is a much more comfy couch than the one I slept on at home. You take your bed back,” she insisted.
Jodi was quick to latch onto my idea just as I hoped but it was Julie who spoke up next. She seemed a bit flustered. Maybe it was more of the jealousy over how much time I spent with Jodi and the horses.
“ Mom you should not have to sleep on the couch and neither should Jodi, You can just come to my room when the snore-a-sarus gets too loud.” We all let off of some tension laughing at her statement.
“Julie sweetie that is kind of you but your bed is only a double and the new one is a King so maybe if I really need to I can bunk with Jodi”
“But mom...I’m your daughter and Jodi is a guest and, and she should have a room of her own.” Julie protested. Jodi pounced on her, tickling her ribs and making her squeal.
“Guest? Guest! You said we were sisters! Fickle much, Julie?” she laughed. “Seriously, though, that bed is like a whole room all its own. Barb won’t even wake me up if she comes in late. Plus, you need more sleep for school starting soon and your sports. I just schlep around here and clean stuff.”
Bill was just listening but finally chimed in. “This is my last offer to take the couch and if you three come up with another plan my back will thank you. Honey I know I snore every night and maybe sleeping with one of them all the time would let you get more sleep than having to put up with the noise or getting up and moving in the middle of the night. That was the plan for the new bed wasn’t it? Whatever yall work out is fine with me”
Julie looked at me and said, “Mom if you would rather sleep with Jodi in the big bed I’m fine with it but you can come in my room too anytime you want.” And then looking to Jodi she grinned, “Sister, tickle me like that again and you better be ready for a tickle fight.”
“I am always ready for a tickle fight,” Jodi grinned back. We had a nice breakfast after that and Bill left none the wiser.
One problem solved. Now how to hide this from Julie.
Jodi
The lactation treatments were going well. It had been two weeks. Barb was even a little excited, I think, now that the treatments were no longer excruciating. Just one normal shot in each breast and the rest was oral medications and manual manipulation. I mostly paired them with other activities, but occasionally, like today, I just let her enjoy the closeness and feeling that came with the massage and the sucking. I always blindfolded Barb for the sucking and Julie would come in, if she was not already there. The process had to be repeated three times a day and Julie’s schedule did not always permit her participation.
She was not here today and so I let the machine run for twice as long instead of manual sucking. That part was Julie’s privilege. She was Barb’s actual daughter, after all. I am a Mistress and a sadist. I had accepted this about myself, but there were some lines even I would not cross...however much I might want to.
Tess came striding into the barn while I had Barb linked up to the pumping machine. I quickly went to intercept her before she crossed into Barb’s field of vision and kept her behind my Toy as we talked.
“There is nothing here for you to collect, Tess! She has not yet begun lactating,” I said angrily.
“I told you I would be checking in Little Tramp. I am a woman of my word,” she sneered. I couldn’t keep her out, not if I wanted to keep receiving the drugs that were needed to bring on Barb’s milk.
“And I told you, you cannot touch my slave!” I snapped.
“I am not going to touch her, fool! In fact, I will stay right here so that you do not even have to fetch a blindfold. I have a proposition for you, Tramp. It will reduce your payments by two weeks if you accept and will do your slave a world of good, mine too,” she said, leaning against the stable door until Joeboy snorted and startled her into standing upright and stepping away quickly. I hid my condescending grin and asked her, “You have actual slaves now, then? I thought you were above all those rules in the d/s life.”
“These girls came to me for training. They are paying for it, so it behoves me to give them some....” she hesitated.
“But you don’t know how, do you? You don’t really live the life. If you send them out improperly informed, you will never get another referral, will you? So you need me right now, don’t you, Tess?” Well, well, how the tables have turned!
“Yes!” she hissed, “I do. Happy now? It will get you out of two weeks of payments, so it is good for you, too,” she reminded me.
“Three,” I countered, “And at no time do you touch what is mine.”
“Accepted. What I was thinking is a day in the park. Well...in the park restroom. Your sub will be used to teach my girls how to top. They are prostitutes, as you would have been if you had been more tractable...and they have been approached by certain members of the d/s community to act as...outside contractors...when needed. It would mean a lot more money for them.”
“And you,” I guessed.
“Of course!”
“I don’t know, Tess…” I hated the thought of exposing Barb to Tess any more than necessary. But, three weeks grace would also remove her from our vicinity that much quicker.
“Mistress Jodi…” Shit! I had left the pump on too long, arguing with Tess! I glared at her, a clear warning to stay exactly where she was, and ran to Barb. I turned off the pump and removed the cups from her nipples.
“Sorry, Toy, I got distracted, but there is no harm done,” I assured her.
“No, Mistress, I ...I would like to do it, if you will permit,” she whispered, “Once my milk comes in she will be here every day. One day versus three weeks of that is a good bargain. Let me do this for us, Mistress.”
“I am going to have to punish you very severely for speaking in front of her when I specifically forbade it,” I said. She looked up at me for the first time, a happy smile in her eyes that just about reached her lips.
“Yes, my beautiful Mistress, but may I do it?” I touched her lips gently and smiled at her.
“Yes, slut, and thank you,” I said, kissing her before returning to Tess.
“When?” I asked her.
“Next week. I will set everything up…”she began.
“And I will review those plans! There will be rules, Tess! You cannot play this one fast and loose. If you are training these girls to move in the d/s community, they have to be knowledgeable of the rules. I don’t care about your reputation, but I do not want my name associated with half trained hookers!” I warned.
“Fine! It will be done your way, tramp!” she agreed, in true skank fashion.
“And if you lay one finger on my property, the deal is off. I will suffer your girls to learn what they need to, but you will observe only, understood?”
“Yes, Mistress Jodi,” she sneered sarcastically and finally left the barn.