Becoming Mother's Panties - Part 3 Lesbian, incest, oral, anal, toilet, domination, F/f
Two years ago my mother turned me into her personal toilet slave. I wasn't really given a choice about what I was to become, but I did so willingly
to please her, but I think she hoped I would have resisted. Since she began to train me, she's pulled me out of school to homeschool me. I'm to be naked at all times and I'm not allowed to leave the house. The only garments I wear is my specialized collar that says, "Mommy's Toilet", a leash (though I usually get dragged around by my hair) and a butt plug that's only removed so I can be fucked.
I think my mother is gorgeous. She's 5'6" ~150 pounds with a soft slight belly, small breasts and a nice plump ass that completely covers my head when she smothers me. My mother had me when she was extremely young, she's only eleven years older than me. I love her with all my heart and for our two-year anniversary I knew I had to give her something special. I sucked on her dirty asshole and sucked the thick hairs ringing her hole into my mouth. I was intimately familiar with each hair in her ass after spending much of the last two years with my face between her cheeks that I started to name them. I knew I would spend the better part of my life with my face in her ass, with my tongue making love to her dark smelly hole. I was waiting for my morning meal after not eating for two days and I was thinking what I could give my mom for our anniversary.
I paused from sucking on her hairy hole, "Mom?"
"Yes, my pretty little sewer mouth?"
I sat up on my knees between my mother legs and waited for her to turn and look at me, "I know what I want to give you for our anniversary tonight."
"Oh, sweetie, you don't have to get me anything, you already do enough for me as it is."
"But this is something I know you've really wanted for a long time and I want you to have it."
Her interest piqued, she turned to face me and sat across from me on the bed, "And what might that be? I already have a darling little shit eating slave who makes me completely happy."
"I love you and love making you happy, this is why I want to do this for you. I can't help but think you were a little disappointed when I willingly became your slave-"
"-Toilet slave, get it right!-"
"-when I became your toilet slave. I think you really wanted to break me in and use me hard like you did that girl in the video."
"But I'm glad you were willing, exploring everything with you has been a dream come true for me."
"If you want to explore more with me..."
She looked at me directly in the eye, "What are you getting at?"
"I want to give myself to you completely and hope you take things up a notch," I smirked at my mother, "maybe several notches." She stared at me for several moments, obviously wondering what the catch was and I continued, "I already love it when you slap me, I love it when you drag me around by my hair, but I think you're holding back. I don't want you to feel like you need to hold back any longer."
Mother stared at me for a long time, studying the determination on my face when out of nowhere her right hand smacked me so hard across the face I tumbled off the bed. Mother had been holding back, that slap was harder than anything I had experienced before. My mother didn't wait, she reached down and grabbed me by the hair and yanked me back on the bed and once again slapped me hard across the face. Tears started to form in my eyes and I started breathing faster. "Is this what you want?" she screamed.
I composed myself, "is this what you want?"
"There's no going back on this, you know that? This will be your life as you know it from here on out. Are you sure about this? Are you scared?"
"Yes."
"Good, that means you're somewhat still sane," she said as she smiled at me. "I'm doing this because I love you and you need discipline. When your aunt and cousins visit they will know that you are being punished as needed and may discipline you from time to time as well." Mother caressed my head, "Oh, we are going to have so much fun. Open your mouth!" I did as I was told to and my mother spat in my mouth. "Such a pretty shit eater. I have a new rule, you are no longer allowed to have an orgasm. If you do, it will be met with severe punishment. Do you understand?"
Uh, oh, I thought to myself, I come all the time while eating my mother's shit, "Do you understand?" she repeated.
"Yes, Mom, I understand."
"Yes, Mistress," my mom enunciated as she back-handed me so hard I lost consciousness.
When I came to, several things had changed. I realized I was restrained, spread-eagle and blindfolded. From the smell I could tell that my mother had smeared me with her shit. She loved to rub it in my hair. My pussy was also on fire, for two reasons. One, my mother most likely stuffed my pussy full of her shit and two, I could feel the pulse of the magic wand pressed firmly against my clit. God it felt good. I remember what my mother said about no orgasms and tried to resist, by my hips began to buck as a wave of euphoria overcame me. Shit, I thought as the vibrator quickly brought me to another orgasm as I moaned loudly.
I had no sense of time for how long I lied there.The stench of my mother's waste filled my nose and I greeted it warmly, there was no better smell to me. The orgasms continued became torturous and I began to cry, I couldn't disobey my mother yet my body was acting on its own. I started to lose track of how many I had, I started to worry what my punishment would be.
I didn't have to wait long when I felt the most painful stinging feeling across my breasts, "What was my new rule?" my mother yelled at me. Another lash followed by a third. I cried out loudly and started to thrash on the bed. "What was my new rule?" my mother asked again.
I started to reply, "No orgas..." when another orgasm came across me. Another stinging lash landed on my belly, I could feel the welts start to raise immediately. I then felt a think strip of leather strike me across the face and I broke down in tears, "PLEASE STOP!"
"There is no pleading. I'm done when I am done. Maybe I should whip that worthless pussy of yours raw until it's red, swollen and bleeding. You haven't even had your first period yet so this will be something new for you!" Another strike across my face, I know it will be swollen and bruised tomorrow. A fourth stinging lash landed across my breasts, followed by another across my thighs and another across my belly yet again. I felt the vibrator pulled away from my clit and knew what was coming next. I howled loudly as I felt the stinging sensation of the lash hit my clit and pussy. My pussy already burning from being stuffed with my mothers shit now experiencing pain I could not imagine as it was whipped a second, third, fourth and fifth time. My mother slapped my face hard again with the leather belt. She then returned to my pussy for a sixth and seventh lash. I never felt the eighth as I passed out once again.
I woke up several hours later. I was unrestrained and spooned in my mother's arms on the sofa. She had cleaned me up, bathed me and put aloe vera on my wounds. I kissed my mother's arm and she squeezed me tight into her. My hair was in my face and I could still smell the faint odor of her waste that had been my hair. I moaned and said, "I love you mom, thank you for teaching me."
"I love you too shit whore. Are you hungry? Your dinner should be ready in an hour or two."
"I'm starving, mom! I can't wait to eat." Feeling more empowered after our afternoon of rough play I now knew what I wanted all along, so I went for broke.
"Mom? Will you marry me?"
I could feel my mother melt around me as she held me. "Yes! I will marry you!"
My mother got up from the sofa, grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the bedroom half dragging on the carpet. "I think we should celebrate this engagement with a hot meal." My mouth watered and I came just from the thought of what was going to happen. My mom noticed, "I know what just happened, we'll address that later. But now I want to wear my panties for a few days. Then we'll have to see about getting some rings. And maybe a tattoo for you to replace that collar." Mother yanked my hair hard and threw me on the bed. She yanked out my butt plug hard and without mercy.
I couldn't wait.