A Mother's Submission 2

Janet held Amy as she whimpered in her arms and started to reach her climax. She smiled as the young girl lifted her hips onto Janet's probing fingers and spread her thighs in an effort to open herself more for the digits that were driving her mad with lust.

A light sheen of sweat began to appear on the girl's body, and as her thighs tightened and her legs became rigid she released her owner's nipple and threw her head back as the first of the waves washed over her.

Janet felt the girl's insides tighten on her fingers and almost immediately thereafter, Amy's moisture began to flow. "That's my baby, cum for momma. Come on, open up for momma, come on," Janet cooed softly again while increasing her pressure on the girls clit and rubbing her faster and harder.

Amy's body was beyond her control now. Her stomach's heat was building and a roaring began in her head. She heard the voice, felt the indescribable pleasure of her mother's velvet touch and felt her heart begin to pound in rhythm to the rubbing fingers. From far off she heard her Mother's voice, telling her to open to her. She wanted to obey her, to please her, to show her how much pleasure her mother gave her. She heard her voice, "momma, momma, oh, oh," . Her heart beat faster, the heat inside her began to boil and the fingers moved faster, harder, insisting that she obey that soft voice, demanding that she open herself. All she wanted was to hold her mother, to have the feeling never stop, to stay this way always.

Harder, harder, the pressure built. Faster and faster the waves began to crash against her. In desperation she felt herself cling to her mother, her chest pressed against the breasts that she had learned to worship and love.

Janet pressed harder and faster and as she did so, the girl clung tighter and began to moan incoherently. Janet knew the girl was mere seconds away from a shattering climax and wanted to take her over the edge and manipulate her as she moved into and through the orgasm, and then begin her training as she was ending it. So as Amy started to sweat rivlets and clung to Janet from sheer desperation and sexual abandonment, Janet's thumb began rubbing her clit while her fingers slowly began to assault Amy's asshole.

Despite her arousal, the girl moaned and clenched her bottom, so Janet removed her hand from between Amy's legs, and paused. The girl felt the flow of the erotic waves in her start to ebb and then puzzlement took over. She loosened her grip around her mother's neck and then felt a hard stinging slap on her bottom. Then a second, a third, and then a fourth.

Amy was shocked from the blows, but was even more shocked when Janet grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her head from the crook of her mother's neck so she could stare into her eyes.

"You little bitch," Janet spat venomously at her. "You listen to me. If you are going to be my daughter, then I will touch you whenever and wherever I please. There is nothing on your body that is private to me. Do you understand?"

Amy was mortified, and stammered, "Yes mama, I understand and I am so sorry." "Good," Janet smiled and then said, "so now ask your mama to touch you so she can make you into a good girl for her."

In a quiet voice Amy looked at her mother and said, "Momma please touch me and make me into a good girl for you?"

Janet knew that this was an excellent time to train Amy to her mastery and wanted to impress on the young girl just who was her owner and authority figure. So instead of beginning again, Janet, asked "Where does my little girl want her Mommy to touch her?" As she said this Janet leaned down and passionately kissed Amy who submitted to her mother's probing tongue. After a moment, Janet broke the kiss, and looked at Amy.

Of course, the kiss once again aroused the girl and she struggled to control her passion as she said, "Please Momma, please rub my vagina and touch my bottom so I can learn how to be a good girl for you. I like it when you touch me and if you touch me in front of other people they will know that I'm your little girl and that I belong to you. "

When Janet heard this she smiled to show Amy she was pleased with her response. She lightly kissed the girl again, and said, "OK sweetie, but before I touch you, I want you to listen to me. Since you made me mad by stopping Mommie from touching her little girl, I want you to go visit Diane in her room before you go to bed tonight and do something for me OK?"

Being held by Janet and having her arousal start to slip away, Amy was only too eager to please Janet and promised that she would. "Very good," Janet said, "so now if you want Momma to touch you, take my hand and put the fingers where you want them to be so Mommie can teach you how to be a good girl."

Amy looked down and took Janet's right hand in both of hers and was beginning to place it on her vagina, but before she could move it, Janet said, "wait honey. You can move mommie's hand but don't look down there, look at Mommie so she can see how much you like her touching you."

Amy slowly raised her face to her mother's and looked her steadily in the eyes as she began to slowly place Janet's thumb on her clitoris. She then rolled her bottom up and spread her legs even more, so she could reach down and guide Janet's index finger to her rosebud.

"Come on Baby, " Janet said, "push Mommie's finger into your bottom. You know you like it there don't you?"

Amy was almost delirious with lust and desire, but never took her eyes from her mother's as she slowly pushed Janet's finger into her bottom. As the first knuckle reached her sphincter, Amy breathed a small gasp and began to relax in Janet's arms. "Come on Baby," Janet cooed and then lightly kissed her daughter. "Push Momma's finger all the way into her girl's bottom. Show Momma how much you love her."

Blushing slightly, Amy spread her thighs wider as she leaned back the arm of the chair and across her mother's lap. Then she reached down to Janet's hand and grasping the fingers firmly, pushed Janet's digits into her bottom while Janet's thumb began to slowly rotate on Amy's clit. Amy bucked her bottom some more, relaxed her sphincter, and then grasping Janet's hand in both of hers began to move the hand to her internal rhythm.

This motion caused Janet's finger to piston in and out Amy's butt hole while Janet's thumb rotated on Amy's clit.

Janet saw the girl's eyes turn vague as they stared into hers and she felt the girl push her hand and the middle finger up into her rectum.

"Good girl, " Janet again cooed as Amy used both of her hands to hold onto Janet's and move it

rapidly over her slit. Janet's words and constant caress of her clit pushed Amy closer and closer to her much sought orgasm and her body suddenly arched and her thighs clamped hard on Janet's hand as she felt the waves wash through her. Her head was flung back as she opened her self up to the feelings and felt her mother's arm hold her close while the invading finger and caressing thumb continued to coax wave after wave of ecstasy from her very soul.

She thought she had floated away for days and as the stars faded and she found herself waking she heard her mother whispering in her ear, "that's my good girl. What a big cum for mommy." Then she felt fingers on her lips and opened her mouth to accept the juices that coated her mother's fingers. She licked slowly and languidly while her heart slowed and she returned to the world.

Janet still held her tightly and Amy's sweat had moistened her chest and was glistening on her breasts. Amy's eyes fluttered open and the hand was removed from her lips as Janet pulled her to her breasts and whispered, "Lick Mommie's breasts now sweetie and get them nice and clean".

Like a kitten cleaning its siblings, Amy lovingly licked Janet's breast clean. Then Janet lifted her chin and said, "what a good girl I have, now when you leave to go to sleep here is what I want you to do."

Forty five minutes later, Amy, again dressed in the short skirt and sleeveless blouse she had worn to visit Janet, opened the guest bedroom door and walked into the room. Closing the door behind her, she stood in the dim room and listened to her mother's breathing, certain she was asleep. Then she slowly and quietly walked to the nightstand and turned the light on.

The click of the switch and the cascade of light woke Diane with a start. Not remembering where she was, Diane rubbed her eyes as she sat up, then squinted at her daughter. "Amy, what is wrong sweetie?" Diane heard herself say.

A light slap fell on her cheek and Amy said softly, "Who am I Diane?" Diane let out a small gasp then rubbed her cheek and responded in a mortified voice saying, "I'm so sorry Miss Amy, I forgot my place."

"That's better, " Amy said, "my mother told me to check on you and to make sure your marks were covered, so stand up and assume the inspection position."

Diane, was afraid to disobey so she threw back the blanket and sheet and stood up. Amy then sat on the bed as Diane moved to stand in front of her. Diane reached down and removed her sleeping shirt, dropped it on the floor behind her, spread her legs wider than her shoulders and placed her hands behind her neck and stared straight ahead.

As she stood staring at the unadorned wall of the guest bedroom, feelings of shame and despair began to rise in her. Her youngest daughter now sat in front of her. Staring at her naked body, unadorned with jewelry or makeup. She had heard her say that she loved Janet more than anything or anyone else in the world, and now her daughter saw her as a slut or a cow that belonged to her new mother, so she also belonged to her. And now, her young mistress was here to inspect her property like the livestock that she had become.

Amy, who she loved more than life itself, was now Janet's daughter, a gift she had freely given to her mistress as a token of her submission, but a gift whose giving hurt her deeply. She felt helpless and frightened and feared for the future not knowing if Janet loved her and saw any qualities in her that made her worth keeping.

But at the same time, Diane also felt new feelings of pride and security, something she had not felt for a very, very long time. She was obeying and knew her behavior would be reported back to Janet and this would prove that she loved her and wanted to obey her. She was Janet's and knew that her subservience to Janet would ensure that Janet took care of her and Michelle. Janet would keep Amy safe as her daughter, and she and Michelle would be there to serve them both as a means of paying them for their protection and their love, earning it every day.

She started as she felt a hand caress one of the welt's on her thigh. "Shh, I'll be gentle. I know these still hurt a lot and you've been so good today that you need to be taken care of." Amy whispered as she gently and quite slowly rubbed a light cream on Diane's welts.

Janet had told her that Diane needed a lot of caressing and touching to help her accept her new role as someone's property, and she showed the young girl how to touch a woman and rehearsed her on what to say and how to say it. So Amy was prepared for Diane's reaction and in fact welcomed it as an affirmation that she was following her mother's instructions to the letter.

As the massage continued Amy would periodically touch Diane's slit very softly, just brushing her fingers over the hairs, and murmuring what a pretty cunt her cow had, how it would breed nicely and start a good breed line. Through the arousal that was flowing through her, Diane barely heard these words, yet as she understood their meaning, she saw herself carrying a new calf and Janet touching her, making her feel wanted, and knowing that her calving pain would be proof to Janet that she belonged to her.

Two small fingers entered her slit and she moaned and shook as they began to rub her insides. "Shh," she heard Amy whisper, "Stand still now while mistress feels her property." The fingers continued their stroking for a few moments, and then Amy said, "my you are so wet, I know you want to be bred soon, don't you. Would you like me to start searching for a bull for you? "

Diane was beside herself. She felt her arm muscles tighten as she fought to hold her entwined fingers behind her neck and not jerk as the spasms racked her body. The young girl's words combined with the fingers that were touching her very existence were causing rivulets of perspiration to run down her as she trembled and fought to maintain her position. She felt her cunt welcoming the probing fingers and knew her moisture was wetting those fingers as a sign of both arousal and acceptance of her ownership. Barely able to stand, she whispered, "yes Miss Amy, I need to be bred. I need to calve for my owners. "

Amy smiled to herself. Just like her mother had told her, Diane was showing her need and her acceptance. Amy knew that a climax for the cow was not to be permitted tonight, so she slowed her touching and gradually stopped. Diane moaned her disappointment, but stood as she had been ordered. Amy then grabbed Diane's hips and told her to turn around.

The salve was then applied to the welts on backs of Diane's thighs and lower back. "Very good, "Amy said as she stood up. "Now lay down on the bed on your back with your arms at your sides."

Diane did as she was ordered. Amy then sat beside her and put on a pair of latex gloves. She then opened a jar of cream that had a prescription label and placed a large dollop of the cream on Diane's right breast. "This is lanolin for your nipples and udders. It does two things. First, it will make your nipples harder and keep them from cracking after you calve and you begin your milking. Second it will make the veins in your udders more visible, which is a sign of good milk production in cows. I will rub it on you every night until I am satisfied your udders are in the correct state. Then when I and my mother are satisfied, you will be bred. " Amy said as she began to massage the cream deeply into Diane's tits. Amy's mother had made her practice these words and the technique on her before she was allowed to do it to Diane, but the cream her mother said was to be used only on cows and their calves and never on a girl.

Amy accepted this, but she didn't know that the cream was a combination of hormones that would slowly begin to activate a woman's milk glands and sensitize her nipples. In effect it culminated in the body thinking it was pregnant and preparing the breasts for lactation. Janet had learned of its use from her psychology mentor friend Lee Morgan who purchased it from one of New York's many underground pharmacies and used it with great success. In fact, Lee had shown Janet how to apply it to one of her new cows when she was mentoring Janet to become an owner. The two of them had spent innumerable hours massaging the cow's breasts and preparing it for breeding and ultimate sale which netted both of them a handsome return.

After a 20 minute massage, Amy was finished and looked down at Diane who had closed her eyes and was savoring the attention. She removed her gloves, dropped them on the floor and touched Diane's cheek. Diane opened her eyes and looked softly at her. "Now I want you to always sleep nude and always have me as your last thought before you go to sleep. Do you understand?" Amy whispered with a smile.

Diane turned her head and softly kissed the hand that was caressing her cheek and then said, "Yes Miss Amy, I understand." "Good, " then wake me at 6:30 tomorrow morning." Amy said as she stood, turned off the light, and left the room.

Diane lay on the bed, in the dark, without moving. She felt a very, very slight heaviness in her breasts and saw her mistress holding her daughter as she knelt before them. Miss Amy's nude body was flushed as she gently suckled her mother's breast. Janet was softly cooing to the girl as she slowly caressed her slit and gently brought her to orgasm.

Janet kissed her daughter's cheek softly and then raised her fingers to Diane's lips. They were shiny with Miss Amy's essence, and Diane softly licked the fingers to show her subservience and obedience to her owner. They were beautiful women who loved each other as they shared their lives. She felt so lucky to belong to them and she knew she wanted to serve them and give her love to them completely.