Evesub: Really?
MsAnn: Yes. I assisted another woman, from the UK, a couple years ago and now she is a live-in pet with her daughter and husband.
Evesub:No way!?!
MsAnn: WAY!
Evesub: What would I do first?
MsAnn: You start small.
Evesub: How so?
MsAnn:You start doing small things for her.
Evesub: Like what?
MsAnn: Well you compliment her.
Evesub: easy enough.
MsAnn: You bring her things like food and drinks. You pretty much become her maid.
Evesub: I already am her maid!
MsAnn: Well, now you enhance the servitude.
Evesub: OK.
MsAnn: Also, you start wearing just a robe when you get home.
MsAnn: Not a terrycloth one either, but a short silky one.
Evesub: Ok…wouldn’t she think that was strange? I am more a get home, get in pyjamas kind of girl.
MsAnn: She might, but that is ok. Remember you want to submit to her so you must fit into the part by acting like the sub you want to be.
Evesub: Understood.
MsAnn: Wait on her.
MsAnn: When she gets used to this then we will move on to stage 2
Evesub: Stage 2?
MsAnn: That is for me to know and you to find out once stage 1 is done.
Evesub: Yes, Mistress.
MsAnn: Soon, you may have your real own Mistress…a live-in one at that. How convenient.
Evesub: We will see. Not sure she will go for it.
MsAnn: If she is a real domme, she will go for it, but because you are her mother she may be tentative at first. It will be more work than a normal submission.
Evesub: K…I will obey your suggestions.
MsAnn: Of course, you will, kitty.
Evesub: I need to get back to work.
MsAnn: Go. Keep me up to date.
Evesub: Of course…
I logged off and contemplated Ann’s advice. Everything she suggested was simple, although the robe was a bit much. I decided for the next few days I would attempt to wait on her every whim, and dress each day a little more provocatively. Looking at the clock, I had a couple of hours before she would be home, so I went and changed into a different outfit. I got out of my comfy home wear and into a black skirt, pantyhose and a white blouse that showcased my still at forty firm 36C breasts. I looked in the mirror and decided to let my hair down, my blonde hair cascading down my shoulders. I put on lipstick and make-up, something else I never did when lounging around at home. Once done, I finished laundry and cursed that I had washed all my daughter’s soiled underwear when I suddenly had an urge to smell her intoxicating scent again.
Finally, I sat at the keyboard and wrote a new chapter about weakness and how my protagonist could use his enemy’s weakness to make him submit…of course not in the same sort of devious sexual debauchery I had in mind.
I had written three new pages and was pecking away on a fourth when the door opened and closed and my daughter, still in her cheerleader’s outfit, arrived home.
3. THE FIRST STAGE
“Hey Mom,” she said, flipping her shoes off and collapsing on the couch.
“Hey, darling,” I replied, “you look exhausted.”
“It is a sauna out there today,” she answered, “I thought I was going to pass out.”
I went to the couch and sat down beside her. Realizing this was an opportunity to start my seduction of my daughter toward my ultimate submission, I asked, “Would a foot massage help?”
She looked at me surprised, since I had never once offered such a thing, but she wasn’t one to say no to such an offer and turned and placed her legs and feet on my lap. “Oh yes, I would love one.”
As we watched a rerun of ‘How I Met Your Mother’, I slowly massaged her feet. At a commercial break she asked, “Why so dressed up?”
I shrugged, “I think I am going through a mid-life crisis. I felt like I needed to look good, even though I haven’t left the house all day.”
“You look nice,” my daughter complimented.
“Thank you, Kaylee, you always look beautiful,” I replied, attempting to compliment her.
She smiled, “I know. I am ridiculously hot.”
“Agreed,” I smiled back.
I continued the massage for a few more minutes as Kaylee relaxed and closed her eyes occasionally letting out a soft moan. Knowing I was giving her pleasure gave me a chill up my spine. Eventually, she said, “I need a shower. Thanks for the foot massage.”
“Any time,” I replied, hoping she’d accept my offer again.
I went to make supper, and contemplated what I should do next.
The next week, I did as Ann suggested. I ended up giving her a massage every day when she got home from school, I brought her drinks while she was watching TV, and continued to compliment her. I could tell she was confused by this new attention, but she seemed to like it.
When she was at school, I went to her laundry basket and pulled out her most recent pair of panties. Each day the scent was slightly different, but each one had my pussy tingling. I pleasured myself every day on my daughter’s bed while using her panties as an aphrodisiac. Each day my orgasms got longer and more intense and my fantasies of submission became more elaborate.
Evesub: I have served her for a week.
MsAnn: How so?
Evesub: Massages of feet. Bringing her drinks…etc…
MsAnn: How about a full body massage?
Evesub: Not yet. I have also worn somewhat sexy outfits each day
MsAnn: No robe?
Evesub: Not yet.
MsAnn: Do it tonight! Is that understood?
Evesub: Yes, Mistress.
MsAnn: Good, then come see me and we will begin stage 2.
Evesub: Yes, Mistress.
MsAnn: And no panties under your robe.
Evesub: What?
MsAnn: You heard me!
Evesub: Ok?!?!
MsAnn: Good night.
Evesub: Night.
I sighed, but did as told. I showered ten minutes before I expected her home so that it was logical to have a robe on.
When she got home she collapsed on the couch and snapped her fingers calling, “Mom, foot massage time.”
Already she felt entitled, and I could already feel the traditional mom-daughter power hierarchy shifting. It should have frightened me, but instead it made my pussy wet. I sat on the couch and she instantly plopped her feet onto my lap.
I obediently took her foot and began the massage, this time moving my hand to her calf and rubbing slower. I suggested, taking a risk, “Your muscles seem tight, sweetheart. Do you want to go upstairs and I can give you a full massage?”
She looked at me with a surprised look on her face, but agreed. “That sounds wonderful.”
Once in my room, I suggested she lay on her belly. She did and I crawled on top of her, my naked pussy only inches from her body. The next twenty minutes I massaged her neck, shoulders, back, lower calf, feet and finally her buttocks.
She asked, “Mom, what are you doing?”
“Just doing a thorough job,” I replied, acting innocent.
“Well, that you are doing,” my daughter replied.
A couple of minutes later, my daughter got up and said, “Thanks Mom, that was amazing.”
I stayed in my robe and made supper. It was Friday night so she got dolled up and came downstairs in a black skirt, matching pantyhose and a vintage 80s t-shirt.
I complimented, “You look amazing, dear.”
“Thanks, Mom,” she replied.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I teased as she got ready to leave.
“And what would that entail?” she shot back.
“Oh, your Mother used to be a bit crazy too, you know?”
“Reeeeeally,” my daughter responded, having piqued her curiosity.
“Yes, reeeeeeally,” I mocked. “I was once a teenager too.”
“I suppose you were,” she joked, “although I can’t imagine you as any sort of rebel.”
“Well, one day I will tell you stories that will have your head spinning,” I teased.
“I will take a rain check,” she smiled, giving me a hug that seemed just a tad longer than our usual mother-daughter hugs.
“We’ll see,” I teased back.
Her dominant tone, breaking through just a bit, she said, “You can’t just throw it out there and not be willing to tell all, Mommy.”
I shrugged, attempting to be aloof as my daughter disappeared out the door.
Five minutes later I was logging into my computer.
Evesub: I wore the robe and gave the full body massage.
MsAnn: And…
Evesub: And she allowed me. She seemed to think it was odd, especially when I massaged her ass.
MsAnn: Did you do anything naughty.
Evesub: No. L
MsAnn: Good…you can’t move this too fast.
Evesub: Agreed.
MsAnn: Where is she now?
Evesub: Out with friends.
MsAnn: You are ready for the second stage.
Evesub: Thank you, Mistress.
MsAnn: Ask her to help you pick up clothes to wear.
Evesub: Like go shopping?
MsAnn: Yes.
MsAnn: Tell her you are ready to start dating again, but you don’t even know where to start to be fashionable.
Evesub: LOL. That would be true…I wouldn’t have a clue. I am still stuck in the 80s.
MsAnn: Then you can tell her how much of a help this is.
MsAnn: And in doing so tell her how much you like her doing this
MsAnn: After a few times tell her that you would like her to pick them out on her own and you will wear what she picks out
Evesub: slow self manipulation
MsAnn: yeah
MsAnn: start giving her more control over you
MsAnn: if she brings it up tell her the truth…how much you love having her do things like this
MsAnn: it will bring you two closer
MsAnn: This stage can all include asking her if you can do different things
Evesub: like?
MsAnn: like does she mind if you run to the store
Evesub:?
MsANn: and does she want anything while your out
Evesub: aahhhh
MsAnn: but start asking her if you can do different things
Evesub: like
MsAnn: letting her stay up longer and get away with more things
MsAnn: maybe having her call you Evelyn and not mom
Evesub: OK
MsAnn: but give her a little more control each time
Evesub: yummy
MsAnn: her ideas will override yours
Evesub: Ok…
MsAnn: Then we get to the final stage…stage 3.
Evesub: It is the weekend, I will ask her if she can go with me tomorrow or Sunday.
MsAnn: Good kitty
Evesub: Meow.
Evesub: I am so horny.
MsAnn: Go get a toy from your daughter’s special box you told me about and get yourself off thinking about what you want to become…need to become…MUST become!!!!
Evesub: Yes Mistress
I texted my daughter: “Honey, want to go shopping tomorrow?”
She texted back: “What for?”
I replied: “I need a new wardrobe!”
She answered: “Sounds fun!”
I scurried into my daughter’s bedroom and first went into her laundry basket. I pulled out some fresh panties from my daughter’s laundry and felt her dampness still in them. She had clearly pleasured herself before going out. Had that been because of my massage? Oh, I hoped so. I placed them on the bed and went to her walk-in closet. I rifled through her box, grabbed the strap-on dildo, and returned to her bed. I envisioned myself being in the same submissive position Chloe had been just a week ago. I sniffed the panties and wanted to drown in her scent. I don’t know why I did it, but I put the panties on my head with her sticky crotch plastered on my nose and mouth. The look would have been mortifyingly inexplicable if someone were to walk in on me, but all I cared about was pleasing myself. I got on all fours and fucked myself awkwardly, imagining it was my beautiful 18-year-old daughter wearing the strap-on pounding me from behind. I was encased in her delightful scent, and I began lapping her leftover sticky residue like a puppy cleaning a dinner plate. The talk with MsAnn, mixed with the thought of submitting to my daughter, mixed with the panties on my head was too much and I came like the slut I wanted to be in only a few minutes. I collapsed on my daughter’s bed, the toy still in me, as I allowed the orgasm to make its way through my body. Time stood still as I imagined the submission…complete utter submission. I dozed off eventually, still with my daughter’s panties on my head and her toy in my cunt. I looked at the clock. It was after 12:30 her curfew was one. I frantically got out of her bed, cleaned the toy to hide any evidence of my indiscretion and went to bed an anxiety-riddled mess.
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