Mother & Daughter Dommes
Mistress Kira (Mother) asked:
“You think you’ve found it at the university?”
Mistress Maeve (Daughter) replied:
“Yes. Even for a male, it isn’t very bright. But it is courteous and unassuming. And it’s strong enough to do heavy lifting and toting.”
From a conversation of a few months ago.
Mistress Maeve brought it home. It had a name: Jeff. Mistress Kira forgot it within moments of meeting it.
Drugged, it had no memory of going from the living room to the tiny chamber. It awoke naked and bound.
Opening eyes, it was terrified.
Maeve looked so sexy in her thigh high boots and costume. Her mother was nude. Pain. Whipping woke it.
Mistress Kira spoke:
“Welcome to your new life.”
“WTF!” It tried to move. Agony, shoulder pain froze him.
“You are my mother’s new slave. Address her as Mistress Kira. You will call me Mistress Maeve.”
Mistress Kira grabbed its genitals. “These need to be locked.”
Her daughter: “I brought a male chastity device. Be right back.”
It spoke: “Male chastity?”
“Yes.” She smiled. “Orgasms make men stupid. If you are a perfect slave, I might reward you on Christmas. Maybe not.”
“But this isn’t fair? Don’t be silly. I’m a Femdomosopher. Concepts like fairness and justice don’t apply to men.”
Her daughter returned.
“Maeve, it doesn’t yet understand. But you warned me it was stupid even for a man.”
“Your old life is over. You are mother’s property. You have two choices: do as you are told or suffer until you are afraid to disobey.”
Mistress Kira interrupted:
“We will hurt you. Nothing you can do will prevent that. Some pains make a man cry. Others make it beg to die.”
Mistress Maeve put on the chastity device.
“Your junk – it really is just junk – is out of sight. Actually, our junk. We’ll let you use it to urinate. And teach you how it can be twisted and stretched.”
“Your chastity device has attachments. Later, we’ll connect you to the battery.”
It started to speak.
“Shut up, Maeve, gag the beast.”
Reeducating it took about a month. Now it accepts that chains and shackles are its clothing. Mistress Kira has a useful servitor and plaything.
Rarely does either woman speak to it. Mistress Kira uses hand gestures. Its mouth is now only for eating. Occasionally screaming when the gag comes off. But that is rare. His thrashing, desperate stare testifies to its suffering.
Mistress Maeve visits every weekend. They take it to the basement for playtime.
Most of its scars heal eventually.