A Master's Wish

When we left the building, Lindsey asked what was that all about. Master said, “To be honest, I told him that you were my slave’s daughter and what you had done with the waiter in there. That surprised the guard completely. “This place was recommended by my friend, Ray, when he found out I had taken on a slave. He said that this was a great place, good food and they were very open minded.”

We approached my car that we used to get here. Master told me that I was to drive back to the apartment and my daughter was to sit in the back with him. My daughter asked me if that was okay with me. “Lindsey, as of right now, it makes little difference. I just want you to just relax and pretend I’m not there. It will be hard at first, but you’ll do it. Please, girl, remember this is for me.” I opened the doors for the two of them and I slid into the driver’s seat. As we took off for my place, Master had his arm around my daughter, and his other hand was caressing her face. I so wished it was me he was caressing instead of my kid. He murmured in her ear so I couldn’t hear him. I could only guess what he was telling her. At times she would look at me in the rear view mirror and had a questionable look on her face. I know she wanted to ask me something, but my Master kept her occupied with both the talking and caressing her breasts.

It was hard enough having to drive knowing my Master was fondling my daughter, but trying to concentrate looking at the road ahead and not too much to what was going on in the back seat. I was just happy that there were no tollbooths on the way back to the apartment. I know I was driving faster than my normal ‘staying with the speed limit.’ Master would be pleased to see me driving like him if he weren’t so busy groping my kid about.

We arrived at my apartment in record time for me. I opened the doors of the car for the both of them. I gave my keys to my Master. He in turn, opened the door and escorted Lindsey in. I followed close behind and closed the door behind me. Master turned to my daughter and said. ‘Now, Lindsey, this slave is to be confined in another room for a while. This was agreed upon when I first came up with this idea. I want her to hear you moan. I want her to hear what I am doing to you. You are encouraged to cum as many times as you can.”

“You mean she is not allowed to watch us? I thought that was what you wanted?” she asked a bit surprised. I was rather stunned to hear that out of her. “You told me in the car that she will have to eat your cum out of me. Won’t she have to be there to watch?”

I looked at Master. She played right into his hands! He looked at her with intent and asked in a low voice, “Is this what you want? Do you want your mother to watch?” I heard the tone of his voice. It rippled in pure pleasure. Great, he is pushing the limits there. He wants to see my daughter dominate her mother. I hated him. Now I have to prove myself. He looked at me. I never saw such evil mirth. He was enjoying this, no doubt.

Lindsey thought this over and said, “Well, if I have to do this, I want her nearby. That way we can get this over and done with.”

She did it! She fell hook, line and sinker. She did exactly where he wanted. I knew he was going to have me do something while he was fucking her. I know he likes his balls sucked on. He was going to have me suck his balls while he is pumping his cock in my daughter’s pussy.

He looked at Lindsey and calmly told her that for starters, I was to strip before the both of them. I nervously removed my clothes, wondering what other things my Master had up his sleeve. Soon I was down to my bra. When I removed that last piece of clothing, I slowly sank down to my knees, spreading them wide, and lowered my head to the floor, as a good slave should. I wanted Master to know that I, too, was going to ride this dark ride to its completion. I was in it for the long haul.

As I remained in the position of submissive, I asked my Master, “What does my Master require of his slut now?” I was so afraid of whatever was to come out of his mouth. I had several ideas he could use, and dreaded each and every one of them. I must be strong for my daughter.

“I think that first you must refer to Lindsey as Mistress. He wasn’t wasting any time. “Then I want you to crawl to where you keep your toys and return them to us. You will present the riding crop to the Mistress. Oh dear God, he certainly going for the full humiliation! I crawled towards where my “toy box” was located. By the handle of the box, I lifted it up with my teeth and returned to the living room. The crop was hanging from my bedroom door and I added that in my mouth and was crawling back into the living room. I laid the box and whip before my Master’s feet. I then picked up the riding crop in my hands. On my knees, I turned to my daughter and with head lowered and offered the whip to her.

I couldn’t see what Lindsey was doing, but it seemed I held that position for the longest time. I heard my Master tell her gently to take the whip from me. She softly removed the whip from my hands. In the humblest voice, I asked her, “How may I serve you, Mistress?” My heart was pounding. I’m sure all of our hearts were at that moment.

I then felt my Master move closer to my daughter. I then saw the riding crop lower before me, and as it lifted my chin up, I saw that Master was guiding Lindsey’s hand. Soon, I was able to look at my daughter in the face. I glanced over to Master’s face for a quick look. He was watching, alternating between my face and my baby girl. He was so getting off on seeing our reactions. Mine was pure fear and when I first looked into my daughter’s eyes, she was scared, too, but there was something else. She was getting aroused.

As the whip kept my chin up, Master leaned over and soundly kissed my daughter. When he pulled away, I heard him say to her, “Would you like to use that crop on this slut? Or would you like to use something else?” she looked up at him and asked him what else was there. He grabbed the “toy box” and pulled out both my leather paddle and my favorite flogger. He handed them to Lindsey, and looked in the box again. “Slut, didn’t you forget something?” he asked threateningly. Oops! I totally forgot that damn back scratcher that he prefers. I cringed in fear and begged for forgiveness.

“Master, this girl is sorry, she forgot in her rush to return. Please, Master, please forgive me.” I made to crawl in order to get the scratcher. As I turned around, I felt a sharp pain across my ass. Master had taken the flogger away from Lindsey and smacked me with it. I yelped in surprised. I wasn’t expecting that. Then I was struck on my ass by the paddle. I turned to look at my Master, but I was shocked to see the paddle in my daughter’s hand. I stopped in my tracks. She turned and said, “Dean, this is my mother. I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“But tell me first, Lindsey, what did you feel when you paddled your mother’s ass? I saw the look in your eyes, you liked it, didn’t you?” She nodded her head.

“Yes, I did.” she was embarrassed at her answer. Master took her hand that held the paddle. “Now strike her again, but don’t look at her as your mother. Look at her as the slave that she is. I watched her face as she did so. A look of harshness is what I soon saw. She raised the paddle in her hand and crashed down upon my bare ass. I cried out in pain. I couldn’t believe that she did it. My daughter raised her hand against me and with a paddle, too. I wanted to stop this, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. A small amount of curiosity had taken over and now I wanted to see what she would do next.

She looked up at Master again. He was pleased that she was able to overcome the fact that this was her mother and thought of me as something far lower. I couldn’t believe that I gave birth to a dominatrix. “What else is in that box?” Master laughed and gave her the box. She looked inside and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. “I remembered when mom got these.” she laughed. My Master told her that I should wear them then. “But first, the slut needs to get my back scratcher now.” I quickly crawled back to my bedroom and retrieved the scratcher. I handed it to Master. He took it roughly from my hands.

“Let me show you why she was hoping I’d forget about this.” he then turned to me and commanded me to turn about lift my ass up and head to floor. I rushed into position. I heard the loud ‘swoosh’ of the scratcher. I tried to brace myself for the pain, but it never fails to catch me off guard. The pain is intense. He smacked me about four times, each one stinging more than the last. After the fourth strike, he thrust two fingers in my pussy. I was wet because even tho it hurts like hell, it turns me on. My pussy juices coated his fingers as he shoved them in and out harshly. “See, she likes it. Look how she humps my fingers. This really gets her off.”

And I was humping; I was grinding my hips on his fingers like the bitch in heat that I was. I didn’t care that my daughter was watching me. All I cared was my Master’s fingers and what he was doing to me. He kept on finger fucking me. I knew he would bring me to the brink of orgasm and then stop.

“Now watch, Lindsey, what I’m able to do to the slut.” he started fucking my pussy harder with his fingers and added a third. My cunt was filled with those fingers. I started moaning, I was feeling myself slowly starting to cum. Just as I almost crested, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me wanting for release. I clinched my legs together and whimpered, begging to cum. He just stood there watching my kid’s face. She watched as I writhed about on the floor, still whimpering in my need.

Master then told me to kneel up and lick the juices from his fingers. Without hesitation, I got back on my knees and started to clean his fingers. I took each finger and sucked it clean. When I finished, Master then asked my daughter, “Why don’t you try it? Go ahead; see how close you can get before she cums. She is not allowed to cum, so if she does, she will be punished. And I think you should do the honors.” I moaned in despaired. He was not holding anything back. He was going to make my degradation as complete as possible. “Look in that box and hand me the hand cuffs.” She tosses them to my Master. He takes my hands and shoves them behind me. As he puts the cuffs on me, he then says “Let me put on those nipple clamps, now. Look in the box and you’ll see some another clamp, too. Hand it to me.” she found the black and yellow plastic clamp and passed it to him.

“What do you use this for?” she asked. He told her that he uses it to clamp my clit with it. “It will drive her wild with it.” As he spoke, he grabbed first one nipple, then the other and places the clamps on them. He tightens them till I whimper in pain. He grabs the attached chain and pulls up on it. I am raised as high as I can on my knees by my tits. My daughter watches Master as he shows her how useful the clamps are by twisting the chain in different directions. I was made to follow each direction as my nipples were twisted in the various directions. I couldn’t get away; my hands were cuffed behind me.

Then I was ordered to lay my back on the floor with legs spread wide. Lindsey kneeled to one side of me and Master was on the other side. “Play with her clit to get it hard for the clamp. After that, you can finger fuck her till she is close to cumming. It won’t take long. I felt a small hand rubbing the outer lips of my pussy. I then felt a finger, then another stroking my clit. I leaped at the touch. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the fingers that were caressing me. I arched my back in response to the sensations I was feeling.

I, too, was trying to forget the fact that here was my daughter fingering my clit. I was wondering what was my Master thinking while all this was happening. I bet he had one hard cock watching me wiggle about under my daughter’s hand.

Soon, too soon, my clit was big enough for the other clamp. Lindsey removed her hand and I quickly felt my Master’s fingers replacing where her fingers were. “While I’m putting this clamp on her, have her lick your fingers clean.”

I looked at Master was about to say something, but he gave me that ‘don’t you dare say a word now’ look. When Lindsey brought her hand to my mouth, I shied a bit. Master saw this and reached for the chain on my nipple clamps and tugged hard. I cried out only to have Lindsey put her fingers in my mouth. “Suck them clean, slut, or else.” said Master. With a look of hatred at my Master, I started to suck on her fingers. He watched my mouth move about upon my daughter’s fingers. As he watched, his hands were busy placing the clamp on my clit. I heard it clicking as it started to pinch. My daughter watching what he was doing and then looking at my sucking her fingers.

When the clamp was in place, I was told to roll over and once again, assume the ass up, head to floor position. Even tho I struggled because of my being bound, quickly as I could, I got into position. The clamps on my tits were pressed into the carpet. I had to spread my legs more to accommodate the clamp that was between them.

“Okay, slide as many fingers into her cunt as you can. Shove them in and out hard, don’t be gentle. With your other hand, pull on the nipple chain. Go as far as you like, but don’t let her cum. If she does, then pick either the flogger, scratcher, or crop to punish her. And don’t worry if you take her too far and she cums anyway. The slut knows better. Don’t you, bitch?” He then smacks my upturned ass with his hand.

“Yes, Master.” I cried out. I then started to grunt out as Lindsey chose that moment to start finger fucking me. As she was plunging deeper and faster in my pussy, I heard the rattle of the chain to the clamps at my tits. Both the pain of her twisting and turning on the nipple clamps and the pleasure of feeling my pussy being used, it soon take me very long to get closer, closer to orgasm. Master was watching the sight before him. I knew he was greatly enjoying it.

Meanwhile, my daughter was fiercely fucking me with her fingers. And I could tell that I was getting to the point of no return. I started humping her hand to bring myself off; I was trying to stop, as I didn’t want punishment. But Lindsey was getting too carried away with what she was doing to me. I think she wanted me to cum, so as to have an excuse to see me being punished, by either her hand or Master’s.

So I came and came hard. I flooded her hand. I cried out in desperation. I came and I knew I was wrong in doing so. I cried out in desperation for I realized it was my own daughter that had made me cum. I cried out because my Master saw this. And I cried out for I was getting even more turned on by that fact.

“Well, I guess this means the slut is going to be punished.” my Master said out loud. Lindsey then stopped with the finger fucking and picked up the flogger. She swung her hand back and landed on my ass. I cried out with surprise as I wasn’t’ expecting to be punished so quickly. She repeatedly lashed my ass with the flogger. I didn’t dare break position. She gave me about 20 swats with the flogger.

When she finished, I was ordered to hold my position. So while I was bent over, head to floor, ass up in the air, Lindsey and Master walked away from me and started to remove each other’s clothing. It wasn’t long before they were as naked as me. He led her to my chair in the living room and had her lay down. As he leaned over her, he took both of her breasts and started sucking on them. He was being so gentle to her. I then saw one hand of his slide down to her pussy. Once again he was finger fucking her. She started to moan. “Yes, Dean, that’s it, fuck me with your fingers. It feels so good.” I saw her reach down to Master’s cock and slowly slid her hand up and down.

Master then repositioned himself to where he was between her legs. I watched as he kissed first the valley between her breasts, then moved his way downward towards her pussy. All the while, my daughter was telling him how good it felt and not to stop. It looked so strange, watching my daughter receive pleasure from my Master. There were times when first one, then the other would look in my direction to see if I was watching. I couldn’t take my eyes away even if I wanted to.

Master then reached Lindsey’s pussy. He kissed it gently. He lowered his head to where his mouth would be right on it. I saw him lick my daughter’s pussy. She arched her back in pleasure. “Lick my pussy, Dean, make me cum.” I hear myself whimper for I longed for him to do that to me again. Master did hear my whimpering. He looked up and told me to get over there and start licking his balls. I crawled over to him on my knees and went behind him. I leaned my head between his legs and with my mouth, found his balls. I got one of them in my mouth and I started licking it. I tugged on it gently and sucked on it. While I was sucking on one of his balls, he returned to licking my kid’s pussy. The mental picture in my head almost caused me to stop, but the fear of being punished urged me on.

Soon I heard my daughter cumming from Master’s attention to her pussy. I was busy sucking on either one of Master’s balls. I knew he was enjoying the fact that here he was, sucking off a female’s pussy, while her mother is sucking on his balls at the same time. Meanwhile, my daughter was cumming hard. I found out that she is as noisy as I am. Loud was her moaning, crying out, “Oh God, oh God” as she came harder and harder. Master kept up with his attentions to her pussy, not stopping till she asked him to stop. I was pushed aside and he moved into position to start fucking her. I was close enough to see his cock enter her pussy. He took her slowly, making her feel all of his cock in her. I watched as I saw Lindsey wrap her legs around my Master and try to fuck him back. He was building up speed and I could tell that it won’t be much longer before my Master will start cumming too.

Again my daughter was brought to orgasm. Just as she did, my Master started cumming too. As his cock was deep in her pussy, Lindsey was bucking her hips in her orgasm. I watched as the two of them start to slow down. Slowly my Master removed his spent cock from my kid’s pussy. He then turn to me and told me to clean off his dick. I paused a bit there, not knowing if this is what I wanted to do. That was my daughter’s juices on his cock. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face close to it. “Suck it, bitch. Don’t make me have to tell you again.” he twisted my hair till I opened my mouth to cry out. Swiftly he shoved his dick in my mouth, telling me to start licking it clean. I had no choice, I started to clean off his cock. I could taste my daughter on Master’s dick. I wanted to gag right there, but I then realize that next would be to suck her pussy to get his cum out of her. I have never sucked a woman’s pussy before and now i was about to do that. And with my daughter, no less!

Soon, Master’s dick was cleaned of all traces of my daughter’s juices. He pulled out and by the hair again, pulled me between my daughter’s legs till my face was up close to her pussy. “Clean her’s now, suck out all my cum from your child’s cunt. Do it. Do it now!” Without even a second thought, I dove in. I started with the outer part as I saw that he had smeared what was left of his cum so that I had to clean it too. I lapped up all of Master’s cum that he had smeared outside of her pussy. I felt my daughter grinding her hips in response to my actions. It was like she didn’t care who’s head was down there, it just felt good to her.

After I had removed all the cum from around her pussy, I started licking the her slit, making sure I flicked my tongue over her clit, causing her to jerk. She obviously liked that, so I kept doing it. I was trying to get used to not only licking another woman’s cunt, but my own daughter’s at that. The scent of her was somewhat similar to mine. Keeping that in mind, I continue to sucking and flicking her clit. I then felt Master’s cum being oozed out from inside and I started to swallow it as ordered. I wanted to make sure I got all of it, so I stuck my tongue up into her pussy, causing her to grab my head and hold me there. “Don’t stop mom, keep going, suck it all out.” I heard her murmur. I stayed there till I was sure all of Master’s cum was swallowed down my throat, along with my daughter’s juices. She kept my head firmly between her legs, making sure I didn’t stop till she came again. “Yes, mom, yes. That’s it, mom, don’t stop, here it comes, mom, I’m cumming.” it was so strange hearing these words from my own kid. But I didn’t stop, I kept right going, sucking and licking her pussy while she came in my mouth. As she was cumming, I realized that I was getting excited by all this. At first my brain revolted over the thought, but the twitching in my pussy was trying to take over. Master could tell that this was getting to me, so he dropped to his knees next to me, and started fingering my pussy.