* Author’s note: This is a commissioned series, so has been written with a specific purpose, both in plot and grammar. *
I had pretty much got used to being mom’s mistress. We had both become comfortable with her being my good monkey. But a whirlwind few days interrupted our sexual relationship. We had to just be family for a bit. My grandmother passed away and mom had a lot of sorting out to do. I helped where I could, but I didn’t know much about how to handle something like that. Especially since mom was adopted, so it wasn’t her blood mother. Apparently, that complicated everything. Even dealing with the nursing home. It was messy, and not really the time to abuse mom. I could tell it was getting to her, naturally. I knew she needed the release of what I do to her, but there was rarely the opportunity to do anything big.
That’s why, when I knew of the inheritance, I encouraged mom to take some time away and enjoy a break. Mom had the same idea, wanting to take me away somewhere with her and relax for a while. It took a while for her to receive the inheritance and I could see that was affecting mom. It sounds like that’s all she cared about, but I knew it was just because she really needed the break and once she had it planned, she wanted it as soon as possible.
We’d always wanted to visit New York, and that’s what mom chose. I was delighted. A few days of exploring and shopping, not to mention nights in a hotel where nobody would know I was mom’s daughter. Sure, she was obviously much older than me, but we could be touchy with each other and nobody would know. The sights of New York would have everyone’s attention, not us. I was excited.
Day one, the Statue of Liberty was our agenda. Mom had booked the tickets for us to go up to the crown and it was amazing. We wanted to really feel like we were in New York and that was the best start. The island itself was an incredible place to be. We kept exploring on day two, mainly Central Park. We hadn’t expected it to feel so vast, but it was absolutely beautiful. We were having the best time, forgetting everything else and having fun.
Day three was shopping day. I’d pretty much insisted on spending time in the stores, which of course meant spending money too. Neither of us were great at window shopping. What we hadn’t expected though, was to walk by the window of a very intriguing store. We had got a little lost, but it wasn’t exactly hard to stumble across either. It was an adult store with some very interesting BDSM style clothing on show. I’d always been intrigued by the thought of it, but had never delved into the details of BDSM equipment. I took one look at mom and she knew what I wanted.
“No, I don’t think we shou..”
I cut her off “I’m in charge here. And we’re going in.” It was the first time since we’d been there that I’d shown my dominance and it clearly took her off guard. Especially since there were some other people around that easily could have heard. But nobody could’ve known I was her daughter, so I didn’t care. I thought it was hot being able to be open. I led her in and let my eyes explore.
There was such a wide array of clothing, toys and more. I’d never seen anything like it. There were shelves of porn. Everywhere I looked was something different. Mom looked more nervous than I was to be in there. I checked out some of the outfits and swooned over how some of the models looked in the pictures. I wondered if I could look that good in them. Would I look that hot? Would I feel hot? I felt hot just laying my eyes on some. My desire to try them was too much. I went for it, and picked up several options I liked the look of.
An assistant helped us to the fitting rooms and explained some of what I’d chosen. I liked the look of them but the advice was certainly helpful. They even had some special lube in the rooms to help try anything latex.
I hung up what I had and told mom to sit in the corner. There was a bench, but I wanted her on the floor. Beneath me, where she belonged. I was most excited to feel the texture of the latex on me. The assistant had said it was best to be naked first. I stripped off, throwing my clothes at mom piece by piece. As I was advised, I tried the gloves first. They were black and intended to sit just beyond the elbow. I applied the lube as per the instructions and then worked them on. They felt so unique. Incredibly tight. But sexy. I was turned on just feeling it against me. I walked to mom, who’d just been watching silently. I traced my finger from the bottom of her neck up around the side and against her cheek, pushing her face to look directly at me.
“Pay attention, bitch. Make yourself useful and take photos. That should come naturally to you, pervert.”
I was turning myself on, let alone mom. I could feel myself getting wet as I went for the matching latex stockings. I wanted to feel more. I was aware of mom taking the pictures from behind. It was more of a struggle, but I managed to get the stockings on too. The act of getting them on wasn’t particularly smooth or sexy, but I more than made up for it once I had them on. The stockings came to half way up my thigh and I genuinely felt they were at risk of being dripped on, I was so horny. I couldn’t help myself. Mom moaned as I turned towards her and widened my stance, showing off my wetness. I let my eyes roll back as I touched my pussy with my gloved fingers. I let out a soft moan myself and then showed off for the camera. It felt so good. I felt so powerful.
I went close to mom again and pushed my fingers against her lips. I doubted latex would taste nice, but that wasn’t my problem. I wanted to see her suck my wetness from them. She did, willingly obeying my silent instruction. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be making such a mess of the outfits, but I’d decided I needed them from the moment I’d picked them up.
I bent right over for more photos, and then carefully took off the stockings. The next one I wanted to try was a pvc minidress, which I’d picked up in pink. Mom’s favourite colour, that thankfully had always suited me too. It was sleeveless and still left a lot of my skin on show, but with my tits totally covered and my pussy tantalisingly close but not visible. It felt super tight against me and I loved it. I felt stronger with each item I’d tried on. I posed for the photos, knowing I was driving mom wild. I bit my lip, groped myself. Everything. I felt so sexy. Mom was visibly turned on.
“What’s the matter whore, can’t resist?” I walked closer and slowly bent down to add in her ear. “Even your own daughter.”
I knew I’d given her a glimpse of my pussy as I’d got near too. She was helpless to me. I had total control over her. She knew better than to ask if she could touch.
A few outfits later and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. And the zip up latex jacket I’d found. I was mentally torturing mom with my cleavage. It was something she had nothing left of, and I loved reminding her of it. Degrading her for it. Even though the cause was sad, I knew she loved being humiliated for it. And I loved humiliating her. I made her touch, but only from the outside. Teasing mom even beyond her begging eyes was so much fun.
It took a while with all of my teasing, but I got through trying each and every piece on. Mom must have taken so many photos. I was done trying them on, but I wasn’t done in the store. Or with torturing mom. I’d taken her to the edge and I knew she was craving being touched. To cum. Yet we were in a store and I knew mom would be incredibly scared of doing anything. I didn’t let that stop me.
“Now, you’re going to stay in here and scroll through all of the photos you just took of me. You’re going to shove your hands down inside your pants and cum to me. Just like you always used to, you fucked up, perverted whore.”
Mom looked ashamed at the thought I’d brought up. It was just like what she used to do. Except I knew. I encouraged. And it was sneakily in a fitting room with strangers just feet away. I gathered my items and left her in the room with “and when you’re done, come and pay for these.”
There was something so hot to me about dominating her whole life. Not just sexually. Everything. Her money was to spend on me. Her life was devoted to me. I took the moment I had to complete my plan. Whilst mom was busy finishing herself, I quickly collected some other items I wanted to use on her. I wanted to surprise her with them back at the hotel. I got them put through the till with perfect timing. Mom had barely been a couple of minutes. Just as I knew would happen. I’d already teased her to the edge, and she always cums easily. She’d have spent most of that time trying to compose herself to not look like a depraved slut on her way out.
Mom looked at me nervously and I smirked, only returning an expectant look. I cleared my throat and mom put her card in the machine. It was a lot of money, but I was worth it. Besides, those purchases were going to make mom cum even more than me. But it was still fun to force her to pay for them. As much as she’d tried to hide it, she still looked so flustered.
The moment we got back to the hotel room, I took control. I shut the door behind us as mom looked at me expectantly. She was right to. “On your knees,” I commanded.
She complied, kneeling down by the door. I made her wait as I went through and unpackaged the items I wanted to use. I knew the suspense was killing her, but it only added to it. I didn’t want her to see the specifics of the items until I was just about to use them on her. I opted for the lace tied buckle corset. I put on my best lacy black bra but realised I’d need mom’s help getting the corset on properly. It was black too, with buckles across the front but was lace tied at the back. I put on the latex stockings and short skirt on with the help of my earlier practice, and put on the big high heels I’d got to match. I fitted the corset on as best I could, and then the latex gloves. I couldn’t help smirking when I looked in the mirror. I looked powerful. I felt powerful, more than ever. Especially when I picked up the leather crop. I felt along it in my hands, wielding its capability. I knew it would hurt, but that’s what mom loved.
I went out to see mom still obediently waiting on her knees. Her eyes opened wide, and with lust, on sight of me. I looked like a true dominatrix and I knew it. I walked over to her and looked down. She stayed looking at my feet, as she knew to do until I gave her the right to look up at me. I placed the end of the crop under her chin and tilted her head up. I wanted her to know she wasn’t worth the touch of my skin. Only my tools. And I wanted her to feel how the leather felt. To know the touch of what could strike her.
“Up,” I said, slowly raising her with the crop under her chin. “Get undressed.”
I wanted her to feel exposed. Vulnerable. Weak. Certainly in comparison to me.
“Hurry up,” I insisted, only to fluster her further. It was funny to me how much she struggled with simple tasks when it was in a sexual situation. It was like being horny made her head empty.
Mom finished and looked at me, awaiting further instructions. I used the crop like a probe, hooking it behind her and turning her around. I swiftly struck her ass. Mom whimpered and almost stepped forward, but managed to hold her ground.
“Do this up,” I turned my back to her and gave her the first touch of my corset. She tightened the lace for me to give the proper fit, and it felt even better against me. “Good monkey,” I told her. Her favourite pet name. “Now down.” I motioned her back to her knees and instructed her to lick my shoes. She got close and I kicked her back, laughing. “So pathetic,” I stated.
She knew to try again though. I let her lick, worshipping not even my feet but my high heels. She kissed them, and I swatted her ass again with the crop. She looked like an animal and I loved it. She sounded like one too, when I struck her. I hit her other cheek, marvelling at how it was already turning red. I told her to rise once again, and stay still. I put the crop to her face, not hitting, but stroking her cheeks. Once nudging her to the left. Once to the right.
“Hmm.” I said it as though I was inspecting her. Then went to get my next item. I returned with a collar. It was leather too, matching my corset. And it had silver barred writing. ‘Cunt’. The word best used to describe her. I let her see the wording and then put it on her myself, getting the fit comfortable. I tested it with my fingers per the instructions and mom gave me a little nod to let me know it was good.
“Get back down where you belong then, cunt,” I stated sternly. The ‘cunt’ even with a contempt tone. I wanted her to believe that I thought nothing of her. That she was the lowest of the low. I was revelling in it and I knew she was inside too. And outside. I could see just how wet she was, and I loved the effect I was having on her.
Mom obeyed again, dropping back down to the floor. Being naked with just her ‘cunt’ collar made her look so helpless. I used the crop to flip her onto her back. I carefully used the long heel of my shoes against mom’s clit and smirked as her hips jerked. I teased her a little more and then gave a swift flick of the crop near her pussy. Mom moaned and I laughed as her skin changed colour. I had the power to transform her, touch by touch. I hit the other side of her pussy. Her body flinched once more. I could see her hands moving involuntarily to try and protect the area. But I couldn’t allow that. “No. Dumb cunt.”
I swatted her pussy and she moaned like a bitch in heat. I went back to my items and picked out two. The cuffs had a short sleeve to go over her wrists, which I placed on her. They connected closely with each other, but more importantly, I could chain them to her collar. I did just that, shortly enough so that she could no longer reach her hands down. Perfect.
I cropped her a couple more times and of course she couldn’t resist closing her legs automatically against the pain. I placed the crop between them and slowly widened them one after another. I stood between them and kicked her cunt. The sound of her cry with the rattling of her chains turned me on even more. Pain and yet nothing she could do about it. No escape. I kicked her pussy again for more of those irresistible sounds. I couldn’t let her resistance go, as much as it was an involuntary reaction. I wanted to punish her for it anyway. Just for fun. I knew she’d love it anyway.
“You should know not to resist me, cunt.”
I went back to my purchases and collected what I wanted. The pegs. They were pretty standard pegs, but I’d just thought of an ideal use for them. I walked back to mom, the sounds of my heels against the floor no doubt enticing fear as she awaited punishment. I knelt down and began clipping the red skin I’d struck before on the inside of her thighs. Three each side. Mom winced.
“Get up,” I demanded. I pulled on her chains to help her up, and kept my eyes on how the pegs held. They did, firmly. I pulled mom by the chains, like a prisoner, dragging her to the wall. Then it was time for another purchase. It was a simple attachment ring, with a suction ability designed to stick to most surfaces as long as a lot of pressure was avoided. I stuck it to the wall above mom’s head. It seemed to hold pretty well. I undid the attachment from mom’s wrists to her collar and instead clipped them to the new wall attachment, above mom’s head. That left her facing right against the wall with her arms suspended above.
“Now, you’re going to learn not to move in my way. Each peg that drops from your whore body is another 5 spanks for you, and an extra orgasm you’ll be giving me tonight. Understood?”
“Yes, mistress K,” Mom responded meekly.
I began the spanking. First, teasing up and down the backs of mom’s legs. Then striking firmly. Mom did her best to stay still, but facing the other way, had little time to brace herself. Even the sound of the crop whipping through the air was too fast for her to react. But I wanted her to lose. After more hits to her ass, her legs were visibly shuddering after each impact. I smirked, knowing it wouldn’t be long before her first failure. Sure, it was forced. But I knew mom liked the lose lose situations almost as much as I loved the win win. I was embracing the power I felt. I even groped my own body, the leather corset feeling amazing against me.
“You’re a bad mommy,” I said.
Another strike made the first peg drop. Mom whined but I simply counted out the spanks. I left a longer pause between some. She had no idea when each was coming. I was very pleased with myself. Mom’s ass looked so sore and was clearly bruising hard. I took a moment to grope it firmly with my latex covered hand. Mom moaned more and I heard the rattle of her chains as she grimaced through the pain. I chuckled and went to prepare for her main use.
I couldn’t resist putting a hand down my shorts to feel how wet I was. Truly soaked. It smelled so good too. I rubbed the wetness off onto the head of the strap-on. Another brand new one, it was 9 inches long but thicker than anything else we had, or that I was aware mom had taken before. I stepped into it and pulled it up over my shorts. I had a good feel of it. I felt like I was wielding a weapon. It was incredible. Even the pressure and weight back against my own pussy felt good. I picked up the leash I’d bought and went back to mom. I hooked it onto the back of her collar and unhooked her from the wall.
“Here, cunt.” I pulled her by the leash over to the bed and carefully got her to bend over by the edge. I could see her eyes widen at the sight of the dick protruding from me. I looked so dominant, and I felt it. I picked up the crop and held it out to her side, bringing the end into her view.
“The pegs rule still applies, cunt. Keep that ass up.”
I smiled behind her at my own sadistic ideas. I put the crop down next to her and aimed my weapon at her mess of a cunt. I thought the pegs might even slide off with the amount she was dripping then down her thighs. She had her legs as wide as she could whilst keeping them high, and she’d have to keep it that way to avoid the consequences. But I had no intention of that even being possible.
I got in position and picked up the leash too, tugging just enough to force her head up. That way, she was forced to look dead ahead, at the very reason I’d chosen that side of the bed. The mirror on the wall opposite. She would have to watch me ruining her. I wanted to watch too. To see how hot I looked controlling and using her, in that outfit and with all that equipment. It was the next level.
I forced the head inside slowly. It was tight, but she managed it. What a fucking whore. Her body was shaking though, without me even fucking. I’d only eased my way in. I pushed deeper, listening to her and watching the mirror too. Fuck, it was hot. I pushed further, still a few inches to go but plenty in. It was the thickness really stretching her. I started to pull out a little and back in. Mom kept shuddering and that was all it took for another peg to drop.
“Dumb cunt, I was barely even fucking you. Dick just empties your airhead mind, doesn’t it?”
It was a rhetorical question, only greeted with a whine anyway. I picked up the crop, still buried deep in her cunt, and only then did she start begging. Her usual pathetic pleading. If anything, it only encouraged me to be harder. I swatted her ass from above and she couldn’t help but move. Yet all that served to do was help me fuck her. I hit her again and worked my hips. I was making her take everything at once. I loved it. On the fourth hit, a third peg dropped. Beautiful timing. For me.
“Looks like you want more then, cunt. Stupid bitch.”
I kept up the spanks and held onto the leash with my other hand. I stopped holding back with the strap too. It was time to break her. I was forceful in every way. My outfit was pummelling her bruised ass with every stroke too. I knew what the result would be. Mom cried out as she came and I only went harder. I was too powerful for her. And I had zero plans to stop. Within moments of me counting out the last crops, two more pegs fell all the way to the floor. I was so in the zone, I just kept it right up. I was ruining her cunt, but mom was taking it so well. Mom’s orgasm lasted so long, I was pretty sure she’d had two back to back. It was such a huge turn on knowing what I was doing to her. The impacts from the pounding I was giving her felt so good against my pussy too. I knew that if I kept it up, I’d be joining her.
So I did keep it up. I was pretty sure the neighbouring rooms could have heard us, but I didn’t care. I was too busy ruining my own mother’s pussy. She was pleading again as I finished the last set of crops. That last peg was somehow clinging on to her thigh, so I stepped it up. I fucked her with everything I had. I tugged at her leash to keep her head towards the mirror. I wanted to see the look on her face from what I was doing to her. Mom’s eyes seemed permanently rolled back. I could feel my own orgasm building quickly. I was close. It was everything about it. The outfit. The power. The new things, that I’d even made her pay for. And the feeling of fucking her. That was it. I came, surprisingly hard given there was little direct touching.
I wasn’t even sure mom noticed. She was in her own world of painful pleasure. The world I’d sent her to. I focused my energy to finish that final peg. The bed was squeaking as I pounded mom to the end. It fell to the floor, and I smiled smugly once again. I ran my hand over the crop, relishing the anticipated use of it again. Mom had more pain to come. And I had plenty of orgasms. Mom’s mouth was only going to get busier. In that moment, I embraced the bliss and thought ahead. Not just to the rest of the night, but beyond. I remembered reading mom’s fetlife profile and all of the aggression and violence fantasies. I couldn’t wait to delve into them more. I would truly own her.
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