Mother's Daughter             by: Dee

 

(part 4)

College Bound  

Ohhhhh My god here I was getting all set to head to college with my best friend, my Mistress and I was not sure if I was ready for this new experience. Mistress Tina (ummmmmm just thinking about her makes my pussy tingle with needs and desires) and I were heading eastward bound to a college in the New England area. Mother had arranged that we would spend the month of August with Aunt Beth, with the idea that we would move into a domoritory during the first week of classes. Little did I know that those plans were soon to change. Instead of spending just a month with Aunt Beth Mistress Tina and I would spend most of our college life with her. I would come to know the love and power of Aunt Beth and experience a growing need for her domination of me. I would also be forced to remember the changes Aunt Beth had forced upon me and would have to endure moments of startling humiliation each time I was forced to remember the transformation from a demanding male into a submissive female.

We arrived in Aunt Beth's home town early on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Me dressed in blue jeans, a red sweater and a pair of hiking boots. Aunt Beth took one look at me in my outfit, then ushered me upstairs to what was going to be my bedroom for the next four years. Sternly looking at me she ordered me to change into more suitable clothing for girl who was under the control of other girls. Ohhhh I thought what did she mean by that. I thought I looked sexy in my tight fitting jeans and T-shirt. Without saying another word though Aunt Beth picked up my two suitcases and left. I wondered why she would take my suitcases for I had still not unpacked and all my clothes were in there.

I looked around the room and fell in love with it immediately. The bed was a white four poster canopy bed with baby blue satin bedding and a thick warm comforter of baby blue color with red and yellow rose pattern running through-out. The walls were painted a light blue maybe one shade darker then the baby blue color of the bedding and it to had roses implanted within its warm delightful coloring. There was a matching vanity desk with mirror of beautiful bone white design along with a six drawer bureau which complemented the bed. The curtains over the windows matched the curtain tied back on the canopy. They were made of silky lace and were white in color with roses implanted in the design like the bedding and the wallpaper. Upon opening the doors of the closet I spied many wonderful dresses, skirts, blouses and pantsuits. The dresses brought out a sigh of contentment and wonderment for the all would bring out the growing woman within me. Several of the dresses, skirts and pantsuits were made of light leather and were a rich dark color. Other dresses were made from a rich satin material and from the way the design appeared I knew that they would be form fitting bringing out the contours of my sexy body. I knew instinctively that all of the clothes hanging in a neat row in my closet would show off my firm boobies, my pear shaped buns and my silky sexy legs. Somehow I also knew that Aunt Beth and Mistress Tina would be taking me out to lesbian clubs and showing off their submissive sexy lesbian love slut.

I began to strip out of my shoes. jeans, sweater, baby blue bra, and matching baby blue thong panties, selected a silk bathrobe and entered the bathroom running a nice hot shower. Ummmmm I always loved taking showers and baths. Using scented oils and bath lotions helped make me feel soooo feminine and sexy. I knew though not to take to long in the shower this time and after a quick fifteen minutes of washing and paying special attention to my hot tender pussy., I toweled dry and slipped into a pair of blue-grey panties, a short black skirt and a flowered blouse. L let my jet black hair tumble about my face and after slipping on a pair of black pumps went downstairs to let Aunt Beth and Mistress Tina see how hot I had dressed. Just the thought of Aunt Beth noticing me in my sexy outfit made my pussy and titties tingle with a desire I needed to try and control. I instinctively knew that if I did not maintain control of these urges to finger my tender pouting pussy lips that Aunt Beth and Mistress Tina would paddle my firm pear shaped ass until I had learned not to exhibit such unbridled passion.

Arriving in the living room I noticed Aunt Beth who was sitting on the couch had Tina's head resting across her lap and she was gently massaging Tina's firm titties. Aunt Beth motioned for me to come over to them where I knelt on the floor beside Aunt Beth's shapely legs. Aunt Beth slowly started to pat my head mentioning how she was going to enjoy training me as a lesbian slut slave. She noticed how I gazed upon her and Mistress Tina with utter devotion and told Tina that she had done a fine job in starting my lesbian slave training. Aunt Beth then lowered her gaze down to where my legs were spread wide and she noticed how moist my thong panties appeared. Grabbing me roughly by my hair she pulled me in towards her body pressing my face against her right thigh. When she did this it caused my skirt to raise up over my shapely ass and bared my firm ass cheeks. Once my ass cheeks were exposed, Aunt Beth slapped each cheek four or five times causing me to cry out in pain with each slap. When she finished slapping my ass firmly and expertly my sweet firm ass cheeks were shining a very bright reddish color. I knew that for each and every time she found that my panties were wet with my pussy juices she or Mistress Tina would provide an immediate spanking for ruining a fine pair of panties, especially since Aunt Beth had purchased all my wonderful sexy panties, bras, hose and other sexy lingerie.

Aunt Beth then pushed me away from her and told me how I was such a nasty wanton bitch constantly in heat and constantly in need of having my will, my body, my soul under the firm and strict control of lesbian Mistresses. Aunt Beth pressed me into a kneeling position and began to inform me of the various demands that would be placed upon me and if I failed to follow the commands which she or Mistress Tina made I would be severely punished. On the other hand if I followed each and every command I would constantly enjoy the sexual pleasures which she, Mistress Tina and Aunt Beth's bull dyke, mistress lesbians would confer upon my hot wild wanton sexually needy sexy body. Finally Aunt Beth informed me that I was to no longer think of her or address her as Aunt Beth. Hence forth I was to address Aunt Beth as Mistress Beth. Mistress Beth told me she owned me body and soul and to emphasis this she told me to think about trying to move without her permission. I tried to and even attempted to clear my foggy brain of her commands to stay in the submissive kneeling position, but for each attempt I made I failed. I knew that she was steadily and surely forever removing my sense of free will with the need to submit to her guidance, her commands, her lovingly strong will. There was still a faint sense of free will in my spirit but with the course of the coming hours and weeks Mistress Beth was going to insure that even that slight sense of free will would disappear forever. By the end of the first month of living in Mistress Beth's home I would totally become her's and Mistress Tina's lesbian sex toy always in need of their touch, their praise in order to sexual freedom.

Ohhh my word. Here I was all set for a wild night under the firm control
of Aunt Beth and Mistress Tina. I just knew that my pussy was leaking juices all over my sexy satiny pink bed shorts. I also knew that Aunt Beth would be displeased with me for leaking my juices all over them and would punish me for such a nasty display of wanton lust, but I did not care for even her firm touch brought out the wild bitch in me. Just thinking about Mistress Tina and Aunt Beth paddling my hot buns made my cunny juices flow even harder. Aunt Beth called to me and examined my pink satin pajama shorts and was riled when she found that they were covered with nasty pussy juices. She decided that the various teaching techniques she had been implementing were not enough to teach me the ways of a submissive lesbian whore. She also decided that it was time that I learn my exact place in her household and as such I would be branded as the lesbian slut slave that I was slowly becoming. She finally decided that it was also time to relive the transformation which had turned me into such a wanton lesbian slut. As such her first bit of mind control over me was to relive that moment when I had been transformed from a devious male bastard into the daughter of her best friend and one time lover. Mistress Beth was going to force me to relive that moment in my life in which she assumed control of my existence. Her goal in making me to relive the transformation was to completely break me of my wild free spirited ideas and to bring about a total enslavement to her will/ She was determined that only when she felt that I was nothing but a totally obedient lesbian sexy slave of hers would she allow the reenactment of my transformation to subside.

Arggggggggggggggggghhhhhh my head began pounding and images started flowing through my silly brain cells. Noooooooo I cried out I...I.....I..... don't want to remember this. It is not the truth..... I was a girl I had not been born a male... no one as hot looking as I was could have been born as a devious male pig. I was a hot sexy lesbian love slut..... my mother was..........oooohhhhhh noooooo Mistress Beth please I do not wish to relive this awful hidious untruth....... I am yoursssss Mistress Beth please do not make Melissa....your sweet lesbian pet relive such bad thoughts........I don't want to ever.....please Mistress.....please AUNT BETH make me forever forget those bad bad thoughts........I only wish to remember I am your lesbina bitch.... you love pet....... AUNT BETH.....PLEASE.......PLEASE........PLEASE let you lezzie bitch only remember she is your lezzie bitch....PLEASE.....PLEASE.......PLEASE......... After several minutes of those awful destructive images were relived by my, Mistress Beth intoned a quiet command. She had noticed the flood of tears streaming down my eyes, and she knew that she had completely broken my will at last. She would never make me relive the transformation ever again or at least as long as I remained her faithful lesbian love pet.

I lay on the floor beside Mistress Beth sobbing uncontrollably, whimpering with relief that those images had stopped. I was covered with sweat and tears, and Mistress Beth along with Mistress Tina scooped me up in their arms and slowly began to provide me with comfort. I lay in my sweet, firm mistress's arms for almost an hour racked with the pain of reliving those terrible images, knowing that only while I remained with Mistress Beth and Tina would I never have to go through this again and only as long as I remained faithful to my loving wonderful mistresses. Slowly ever so slowly the warmth that Mistresses Beth and Tina provided me in order to overcome the pain turned into heat and soon I was sliding downwards to taste the sweet nectar of Mistress Beth's hot moist pussy. On every other occasion that I had tasted another woman's sweet nectar I had been gently but firmly guided down to their sweet cunnies. Now though there was no hint of any guidance towards the hot pussy of Mistress Beth. I was finally a wanton lesbian slut, not needing any guidance I only wished to prove how much I needed to taste another woman's hot pussy. I no longer would think about wanting to make love to a man. Indeed I despised the idea that a man might even try to force himself upon a fem. lesbian slut such as I. My only goals were to provide pleasure to Mistress Beth and Mistress Tina. For well over two hours I provided please to Mistress Beth and Mistress Tina taking in the wonderful juices that their hot tingling pussies released. I drank up every last drop of pussy nectar not letting one tiny drop go anywhere but down my sexy throat. I lived only to taste the juices of other woman and to especially taste and savor the nectar of Mistress Beth and Mistress Tina. I was now a completely broken and obedient lesbian fem. bitch, under the control of her loving Mistresses.

I fell asleep in the arms of Mistresses Beth and Tina and awoke late the next day laying naked but covered in my bed. Mistress Beth came and told me that we were going out in a short while and I needed to be dressed to go very soon. I dressed in a slinky sky-blue dress with satiny blue panties, black silk bra, a matching garter belt, black see through hose, and two inch velvet black heels. I wondered where Mistress Beth was taking me, but kept my curiosity under control while within her presence. We headed downtown to a small massage parlor where a stern looking bull dyke took me into the back room, had me strip down out of my dress and yanked down my hose and panties exposing my ass cheeks. She had me lay down on a table and after gather several needles and bottles of tattoo dye, began to draw an image on my right tittie. She used something to make me slightly sleepy and after four hours of working on my tittie and having my turn over and working on my left ass cheek she had me get dressed. I knew that she had place two tattoos on my sexy body. One was on my right tittie and the second was on my right pear shaped bun. I knew better than to ask what was placed there and also knew that I would soon be able to view the tattoo on my right tit, but would have to wait until I was allowed to view the one on my ass. Whatever was placed in those spots was done so under the command of Mistress Beth and I knew that I would love them as much as I loved and was devoted to Mistress Beth.

Upon returning home I was ordered to remove my dress so that Mistress could view the tattoo on my tittie. Oh-my, I was shocked with deleight the tattoo was slightly circular yellow in color with black lettering which proclaimed that I was a lezzie slave. Oh my Mistress Beth was very pleased with the tattoo on my right tittie letting all who saw know that I was a lezzie slave. I remembered how it had hurt a bit when the bull dyke tattooist had applied the needle, but after gazing upon the completed tattoo I was beside myself with awe. It was Mistress Beth's gift to me for learning my position as her submissive sexy lesbian slut so quickly. I still had not had the opportunity to gaze upon my left ass cheek and see the other tattoo that the dyke tattooist had place there. I desperately wanted to look at it and see what was. Mistress. Beth would not let me gaze upon it though and said I would have the time later in which to view the handiwork of that bull dyke tattooist. I did to later that evening while laying on Mistress Beth's bed in a slinky see through lace teddy with a thong backing and attached hose. Oh my it proclaimed that I was the property of Mistress Beth. I knew that from this day forward all would know that I was nothing but property and that this sexy property was under the firm control of Mistress Beth. Every bull dyke lesbian who would view my tattoos would insure that this lezzie slave was returned to the home and the loving care of Mistress Beth. Every fem. lesbian would immediately inform there nearest bull dyke that a lezzie slave was wondering about without the guidance of her mistress and once again that information would be passed along to Mistresses Beth and Tina and I would be reclaimed before I could do anything wrong or naughty. Mistress Beth produced a whip and began to gently lay the whip against my tender flesh letting me learn the kiss of the whip under her control. After almost a whole hour of learning the feel of the whip against my body, I knew that Mistress could either apply the whip loving to me as she had just done, or she could and would apply the whip as a strict measure of control upon my body in order to enforce the teachings that a lesbian love slave must learn in order to remain the faithful lesbian love pet I was destined to become.

During the time that Mistress Beth taught me the feel of the whip, she also forced me to describe myself in wanton vulgar terms. I was forced to learn every nasty, degrading, vulgar, disgusting, obscene word that there was to learn. I was taught to speak using sluttish, whorish speech. Words such as pussy, cunt, bitch, twat, lezzie slut, whore, fuck toy, were now the words I would think of myself as, or as of having. I was no longer a sweet tender college girl, but a lezzie whore, a lezzie love slut, a lesbian pet bitch, a hot sexy lesbian fuck toy. I no longer could think of my vagina in such a sweet manner, instead I knew that I had a hot pussy, a moist wet cunt, a shaved sloppy twat, and these were just some of the many words I was to learn to speak.

Soon I finished dressing slipping into a tight fitting blouse with a skimpy blue-jean skirt which barely covered my firm ass cheeks and my moist tingling pussy which was encased in a pair of black thong panties which just covered the heart shaped fur of my cunny lips. Ohhhh how I longed for the time when I was younger and did not think of myself in such a whorish manner. But I could no longer think like that nor even speak like a sweet innocent teenage girl. I could only think and speak like a hot lesbian slut. All thoughts running through my sexy head were nasty in nature and I acted and spoke like a hot nasty lesbian submissive bitch in heat, constantly in lesbian heat at that. My thoughts revolved around completely submitting to Mistress Beth's and Mistress Tina's every command without hesitation. I lived to be their lesbian love toy. My position in there lives was at their beck and call. I was no longer in control of my mind I was theirs to obey, theirs to follow their every whim and gesture, just to receive the intense pleasure that only they, my dominating lesbian Mistresses could provide this foul mouthed lesbian cunt, this lesbian bitch, me their lesbian sex toy.

Tonight was a special night for me for earlier when Mistress had forced me to relive the transformation from a male to what I have now become a hot lesbian love pet, she had also told me how we were going out to a lesbian club where she would show me off to the lesbian community. She explained that in doing so all the bulls and their fems would know and recognize me and would keep Mistress Beth and Mistress Tina of any ummmm naughty ideas or things that I was up to. Giggle I am such an air headed lezzie slut, but I giggle my find a sneaky way to hide any such naughty ideas and deeds from many if not all of those bulls and fems Mistress would show off my sexy tight body to. Mistress Beth also told me that when I attended the first day of college I would wear this exact same outfit. She knew what it would do. Men would be ogling my firm tight body encased in this sexy outfit and women would look upon me and at first think I was nothing but a sleazy slut out on the prowl. Mistress Tina would be there though to set them straight and would ensure that those who wanted to would be able to view and caress my sexy body and I would be forced to provide each and every one of those women pleasure. Ummmmmmmm just the thought of being forced to degrade myself to those supposedly straight women made my pussy cream which brought about a stinging slap from the backhand of Mistress Tina. Once again I was amazed at how I was turning into a wanton lesbian slut instead of the sweet demure teenage daughter of Mistress Beth's best friend. Mistress Tina warned me that if I did not shapen up that I would be forced to once more relive the transformation wrought upon me by Mistress Beth. I did not give this threat a second thought for I knew that Mistress Tina would be true to her word. Instead I dropped to my knees and pleaded with Mistress Tina to understand that I was becoming exactly as Mistress Beth wished me to be. Mistress Tina looked upon me with love and said that she knew, but that she also knew that I must learn to save my love for her and Mistress Beth. She also told me that it is okay for me to cream my panties some but that it should only be when I am thinking of providing pleasure to her or Mistress Beth.

Dressed as I was I accompanied Mistresses Beth and Tina to the hottest club in town - or at least the hottest lesbian club in town - and I was soon inspected by all the bulls that were present. The bull dyke tattooist was also present and she made sure to pinch my left ass cheek as often as she could which brought about a sigh of lingering pain. We danced the night away and I was allowed to have three glasses of white wine. At least three time during the night I was pulled into the fem-ladies room by several other fems where they would each take turns pushing aside my blouse and gently gliding their hands over my tattooed tittie. Then they would hike my skirt up over my hot pear shaped buns and gently pat and caress my ass cheeks telling me how they loved that I had such a hot sexy tattoo letting all know that I belonged to Mistress Beth. I was also allowed to look upon the tattoos of the other fems and knew that the bull who had tattooed my tit and ass cheek had Laos been responsible for many of my fem-sisters tattoos. Yes they were my fem-sisters and we would stick together and would come to spend many an hour in this fem-ladies room which was off limits to our Mistresses, unless of course we were engaging in unladylike behavior, which we never would dream of. I would come to learn that as fem-sisters we were allowed to and were supposed to engage in pussy lick feasts as long as we did not bring ourselves to the point of creaming. The lick feast was to prime us so that whenever our mistresses decided to allow us to cream while out at the club it would not take much for us to be turned into withering mindless orgasmic sluts. It also let us learn what type of sweet scented oils we could apply to our steamy cunts, oils that our mistresses would either approve of of paddle us for using.

We left the club around midnight and Mistresses Beth and Tina guided me through yet another night of lesbian lust because I had acted in a manner most proper for a submissive lesbian bitch. It was a wonderful night and I applied all the skills I had learned from Mistresses Beth and Tina when I licked and sucked on their titties, on the hot juicy pussies, when I cleaned and licked their pulsating rosebud asses when I slowly encircled my tongue over every inch of the feet, their calves, their thighs, the bellies, the tender necks, I planted many kisses all over each inch of each of my loving Mistresses bodies. They in turn brought me to the height of sexual implosions so many times that by the time I fell fast asleep in their arms I had lost count on the number of times that my hot wet pussy had exploded in orgasmic release.

The following Monday (after almost a week long period of sexual bliss) Mistress Tina and I arrived at the college campus and we registered for the classes we would be taking that semester. As commanded by Mistress Beth I were the same outfit that I had worn on our first excursion to the lesbian club. Yes the men did look upon me as a hot bodied girl who they also thought was on the make. Well needless to say they were wrong I was not on the make or at least I was not on the make for men. And yes the women of the campus looked upon as a sleazy whore, and Mistress Tina did allow for some of them to learn the truth about my nature. Those women who decided to were able to learn about how submissive a lesbian cunt I had become and soon there were a number of almost a fifty women who had felt the sexual release which I had provided. As part of the deal they agreed that they would insure that no man would ever get the chance to try to use my sexy body. The price I would pay for their support would be to provide them with lesbian bliss whenever they requested (demanded actually) which I knew I would provide willingly.

Monday to Thursday flew by in a wild daze. Mistress Tina and I picked up our books, read through the first few chapters and prepared ourselves for the first day of college classes beginning the following Monday. I was lounging in silky beige panties, bra, thigh high stockings and sneakers on Mistress Beth's bed, reading a chapter of a wonderful English literature book when I started feeling cramps and began discharging a heavy flow of blood. Ohhhh my I desperately thought as I gazed down upon a bloody mess which was seeping out of my panties. Mistress Beth was not going to be pleased at all that I had forgotten to check the calendar and therefore forgot to place a pad inside my panties to stop the heavy flow of blood from doing any damage to my wonderfully sexy lingerie and the furniture I was sitting on. Mistress Beth might have been the one who placed a spell upon me to always have a heavy discharge during my periods, but it was my duty, my responsibility as her pet bitch to insure that I always remember to keep track of when my periods should begin and take the appropriate measures to insure that my heavy bleeding from my nasty cunt be captured by my pads. I quickly got up off the bed, stripped it of its wonderfully smelling linen and comforter, and remade the bed with fresh linen and a maroon silk comforter. Next I hurried to my room slipped into another pair of panties, insuring that I placed a thick pad inside to capture the bloody discharge from my sore pussy, slipped on a pale blue blouse, navy blue skirt, a pair of white socks and a pair of white sneakers. I next took the linen and comforter wet with my pussy blood and placed them in the washing machine along with my bloody panties in order to insure that the bedding and my panties would not become dried with the discharge from my period. Mistress might be mad that I had not followed her rule regarding the use of a pad so close to my time of the month, but should would be furious if I neglected to clean up the mess that the bleeding from her lesbian slut's period had caused.

I went back to my room slipped out of my panties and began to clean up some of the dried blood around my nasty cuntal lips. Mistress must have heard some of the sighs I was making for she stepped into my room, noticed the panties and bloody rag and questioned me on what had happened. I quickly slipped to my knees in front of Mistress Beth, begging her for forgiveness and explained to her how her disgusting lesbian pet had made a mess out of her linen. Of course I also let her know that I had cleaned up the whole mess and that the linen and my undies were in the washing machine even as we spoke. Mistress had me bend over at the wasted and severely paddled my ass until it looked bright red and then upon seeing the tears of regret for causing her such harm and neglecting to be a obedient lesbian bitch, Mistress began to comfort me. She said that she understood that I would be forgetful at times, that it was her duty to punish me when I was forgetful, but that she would always love me and care for afterwards. I had known for a period of time that Mistress Beth loved me, but after this severe spanking and maybe even due to the fact that my bloody period was causing me to behave irrationally I knew that Mistress Beth's love for her disgusting lesbian love slut had been proven beyond any measure of doubt. I knew from that point on I would no longer ever neglect to wear a pad when my period was coming due. Indeed I would always remember to start wearing a pad at least one day prior to the beginning of my menstrual cycle and thusly would never have to worry about ruining my sexy lingerie and the furniture and linen upon which I sat.

Mistress was very supportive of me for the rest of the day and taught me many new and wonderful things as my role of being her lesbian pet increased in leaps and bounds. One of the difficulties of every one of my periods was the constant floating of wild images within my silly brain of a transformation long ago. This was due to an earlier spell Mistress Beth had placed upon me which always occurred whenever I began a period. Mistress had thought about removing this spell, but had decided against it for it would constantly help to keep me on my toes and would also remind me that Mistress's powers were never to be reckoned with. Finally the spell would also bring about a greater need for me to hurry to Mistress Beth and the stern love that and Mistress Tina could only provide me when the painful memories of a life of degrading the women of the world returned in force. I hated those memories for they tended to distract me from the love and devotion I need to shower upon my wonderful Mistresses. I knew that the only way to keep those painful memories in cheek was to be in the arms of my two caring, demanding, loving Mistresses. My pussy, my brain, my tits, my ass, every fiber of my being would be racked with pain from those memories until I was safely in the arms of either Mistress Beth or Mistress Tina. Only when I was within the arms of my Mistresses would those memories subside and only they could give me the comfort I desperately needed at those awful times.

Later that night as I sat kneeling in cotton panties, a white T-shirt and pink socks, Mistress Beth and Mistress Tina helped me to focus on the upcoming college semester. Both of my wonderful mistresses, assisted in my studies so that I would finish the semester with high marks. Under their tutelage I was to receive mostly As and only one B. Also in the coming fall and winter months I would grow closer and closer to becoming the perfect lesbian love slave which Mistress Beth would own. I knew I would come to love not only the firm hand and whips of Mistress Beth, but I would also come to need and love the gentleness which she and Mistress Tina would give when I was in pain either from my period or from the many males who would attempt to paw the body of a lesbian love pet under the control of her dominant Mistresses. I was learning the very art of being my mistresses lesbian love doll, my mistresses lesbian bitch.

 

*****Okay this is not the end of this story. More will come and I am sorry that it has taken as long as it has to send in this part. If you have any suggestions or comments please send them along. I have a fuzzy idea of where I am going to go with this story in the next writing, but if you come up with better ideas well I might incorporate them. The idea I am thinking of for the next part involves Beth being brought before a witch's tribunal and the poor unfortunate Melissa being forced into a life of .....well I will not expose the complete idea yet. Hope to hear from ya'll if you do have any suggestion....*****

 

 

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