A Mother's Submission 2

"Well hello sweetheart" Janet said as she opened the door and took Amy by the hand. "Did you sleep well last night?" she asked as she pulled the young girl close to her. "Yes Mom," Amy answered and lifted her face to allow Janet to kiss her deeply.

After Janet broke the kiss, she took Amy by the hand and led her into the kitchenette of the guesthouse. "So tell me what happened last night, when you visited Diane. Did you do as I told you?" Amy began her account as they walked into the kitchen and continued her story as Janet pulled the young girl onto her lap and kissed her neck and cheeks while Amy told her story. When she finished Janet said "Excellent and now here is what I want you to do when she arrives."

About five minutes later Janet's instructions to Amy were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell on the guest house. Janet gave Amy another deep kiss, and then told the girl to answer the door and bring Diane into the kitchen making sure that Diane followed Amy at a respectful distance. She also instructed Amy on how she wanted Diane to behave when she entered the room and what she was to say.

As Janet waited for the two to arrive, she thought about Amy's commentary of her last visit to Diane. Her comments regarding how she had applied the cream to Diane's breasts and how Diane had responded to her attentions and instructions was especially interesting and quite hopeful. Judging from Diane's actions thus far and the deference she had been showing to Amy, Diane seemed to have accepted not only Janet's ownership of her, but also Janet's possession of Amy as her daughter and Amy's position as her superior as well. "It won't be long," Janet thought to her, "before the cow brings me her calf and then I can really use come control."

Janet's thoughts were interrupted when she saw Amy sweep into the kitchenette exuding confidence and sit across the table from her. She was followed by Diane who stopped at the entrance to the kitchenette. Diane paused a moment, looked at her mistress with lowered eyes and diffidently curtsied to Janet. Then Diane looked at the floor and said, "Good morning miss Janet. I am here to serve you this morning."

Janet was pleased to hear these words since Diane repeated them exactly as Janet had told them to Amy. "Excellent", thought Janet, "another indication that all seems to be working well."

She took a moment to look Diane over. The fact that Diane was wearing a sleeveless blouse and short skirt without being told was good evidence that her submission was deepening, but even more important was that Diane's makeup had been applied perfectly and her hair had been expertly done up. This probably meant that Diane had gotten up very early and spent a lot of time preparing to meet and please her.

"Good morning Diane" Janet said. "How are you feeling this morning? Do you need to use the bathroom?"

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"Good morning iss Janet, I feel very well thank you and Yes Miss Janet," Diane replied softly, "I need to relieve myself."

Janet smiled at the words. She knew that Diane wanted to please her, but she needed to be kept off balance and had to be pushed even farther. So she said in a low vehement voice, "listen you stupid bitch, you are a cow, not an owner so remember this. Cows have udders, not breasts, they have cunts, not vaginas, they piss they don't urinate and they shit. Owners relieve themselves. Cows don't have lovers, or boyfriends, or husbands. They have bulls. They don't make love, they are bred. They have calves, not babies, and they are bred when and where their owner's decide and with whatever bull the owner picks. They don't own their bodies, or their thoughts, or their souls. Everything belongs to their owners-their calves, their thoughts, their words, everything. I even own your shit and your piss. Now the next time I have to remind you of that you will learn what pain is and maybe that will make you remember. Do you understand?"

Diane was visibly shaken at this tirade and a shudder ran through her as she hung her head and frantically replied, "Yes Miss Janet. I am so sorry, please forgive this useless cow, please forgive me, I only want to please you."

"That's better" said Janet, "but first things first. I want you to call the school and tell them that Amy will be coming in after lunch today. Tell them she is feeling a bit under the weather this morning and that you want to keep an eye on her to make sure she is ok. And also put it on the speakerphone. I want to hear what the school says. Got that?"

"Yes Miss Janet," Diane said as she reached for the phone on the wall. The school's number was in the speed dial of the phone system, so she just punched the number, pressed the speaker phone option, and was quickly connected with the main office.

"Hello," Diane said when the secretary picked up the call, "this is Diane Fischer, Amy and Michelle's mother. Sorry about the speakerphone, but I am preparing breakfast and I'm pressed for time. Anyway, I am keeping Amy home this morning since she is a bit under the weather and if she feels better I will bring her in later today. Is that OK?" she asked.

"Of course Mrs. Fischer," the secretary responded. "Amy is a great student and so well behaved and very well mannered. Her missing one-day is no problem. You must be very proud of your daughter. In fact, if she doesn't feel better and can't come in today, let me know and I will get her homework assignments and get them to Michelle so she can do them at home."

"Oh thank you so much." Said Diane as she hung up the phone.

"Well done," Janet said smiling as she looked at Diane who had a small tear in her eye caused by the secretary's comment that Amy was her daughter. Of course Janet knew what caused the tear and she knew that making Diane call the school and aid in her daughter's seduction was making Diane an enabler and supporter of Janet's plans, but she wanted to make sure Diane was becoming more obedient, and this was a good test.

"What are you?" Janet asked quietly.

" A cow," Diane replied softly as tears began to slide from her eyes.

"Who owns you?"

"You own me." Came Diane's softly whispered voice.

"Who owns your calf and what is her name?"

"You own my calf and her name is Michelle Miss Janet." The tears were flowing now and Diane's body shuddered slightly.

"Who is my daughter?"

"Miss Amy is your daughter mistress."

"Do you love me?"

"I love you mistress more than anything else."

"Do you love my daughter?"

"Yes mistress, I love Miss Amy as much as I love you."

"Do you want me to breed you so you can offer me another calf and show me how you suffer for my love?"

More shudders and more tears, but Janet also noticed that Diane's nipples were now poking at her blouse and she was certain that Diane was becoming aroused.

"Yes Miss Janet, " came a quiet but firm reply from Diane. "Please breed me so I can carry a calf for you and offer you my pain as a symbol of my love."

Janet rose from her chair and walked over to where Diane stood by the phone quietly crying, head bowed arms at her sides. For a moment she stood and pondered Diane, then slowly wrapped her arms around the shorter woman and pulled her into her.

"You may cry for Mistress," Janet said softly as she held Diane to her chest and stroked her hair.

Hearing these words, Diane broke into sobs and cried out her fears and pain while Janet held her. When she was finally finished, Janet lifted Diane's face to hers and kissed her deeply.

Diane eagerly accepted the kiss and melted into Janet while the kiss lingered. Finally Janet broke the kiss and then looked at Amy and said, "Sweetheart, would you take Diane to the bathroom where she can shit? Momma wants to finish her coffee."

"Of course Momma", Amy said since she had already been instructed by Janet as to what to do. "Come Diane," said Amy as she got up and moved to the bathroom.

"Yes Miss Amy," Diane said softly as she followed Amy.

When the two arrived at the bathroom, Amy stood in the hall and motioned Diane inside, and then followed her in and shut the door. "All right Diane, since my mother owns you and she told me to make sure you shit well, get to it, because I don't have all day."

At these words, Diane stripped off her clothes and sat on the toilet as Amy stood and watched her. Then Diane placed both hands on top of her head, arched her back slightly so her breasts were thrust out and turned her face to the right.

As per Janet's instructions, Amy softly stroked Diane's cheek and said "Very good. You remembered how to behave when you shit. I think you will make a good cow if you keep this up." Then she looked closely at Diane's nipples. They seemed to be a bit puffy and as she touched one, Diane gave a little start. "Oh, did that hurt?" Amy asked knowing full well that the cream she had applied to Diane's udders last night was laced with hormones formulated to make her sensitive and prone to lactating.

"no miss Amy," Diane replied as she continued looking to her right. "just a bit sensitive."

"Well," Amy said as she fondled the other globe noticing its heft and firmness, "it is probably a sign that you are preparing for your breeding. Which is good, but enough of this. You need to piss and shit now, so I can tell mother that you behaved yourself and did as you were told."

Saying that, Amy stood up and watched Diane as she dumped into the toilet. After about 10 minutes, Amy asked if Diane had finished and when she said yes, Amy told her to stand and spread her legs.

Remembering how Janet had wiped her yesterday, Diane stood with her hands still atop her head, squatted slightly and spread her legs, exposing herself to Amy, who took some toilet paper and gently wiped the dribbles. Then as per Janet's instructions, Amy moved Diane to the side, took a warm damp washcloth from the sink, put the top on the toilet, and sat on it. She then told Diane to drop her arms and lay across her lap. With one hand she spread Diane's ass cheeks, and used some toilet paper to clean her crack. She then spit on Diane's rosebud and inserted her finger into Diane's asshole.

"What are you?" Amy asked of the woman laying over her lap. "I am a cow, Miss Amy." Diane replied.

"Does it bother you that I have my finger in your ass?" she asked. "No Miss Amy, I am your mother's property and my body belongs to her." Diane replied.

"Very good," Amy said as she pulled out her finger, wiped it with the washcloth and then used the washcloth to clean Diane's rosebud. "A cow's ass is very important because the bull is always allowed access to it. My mother told me that sometimes a cow's cunt may be capped if she is to be cross bred or is being punished. So a cows ass must always be flexible, clean and fresh for use by the bull or any owners, and my mom says we need to make it is stretched to the right size as well as keeping you clean."

As she was saying this, Amy had wrapped her finger with part of the washcloth and was now inserting it roughly into Diane's ass again. Diane grunted from the pain and involuntarily tightened her sphincter on the much larger and much rougher intruding digit.

When Amy felt the tension in Diane's ass, she slapped the cow's rump very hard and said, "Don't fight me on this you bitch. If you can't relax your ass enough then push out a bit so I can get my finger in. Otherwise, we can stop this and I'll take you to my mother for some discipline. Is that what you want? "

"I'm sorry Miss Amy, please try again. I'll be better, I promise" Diane said. So Amy pushed down with her finger while Diane tried to push out with her ass. Finally the washcloth clad finger was inserted and after some rubbing Diane was cleaned to Amy's satisfaction.

"Well, mother said that after a few times it will be a lot easier to clean your ass, so just remember what you have to do after you shit so we don't have this problem again. But now, we are finished here, so get dressed and we will go see my Mom."

Obediently Diane got up from Amy's lap, dressed and followed her out the door and back to the kitchenette.

When they got back to the kitchenette, Janet was reading the paper and had just finished another cup of coffee. She looked up as they entered the room. "come here, sweetie" Janet said to Amy as she patted her lap.

Unhesitatingly, Amy moved and sat on her lap and Janet kissed her deeply. When they finished kissing, Janet asked if Diane had behaved herself and shit like she was supposed to, and Amy replied that it went OK. Then Amy leaned up and kissed her mom again, and whispered into her ear.

Jane smiled down at her and then said, "OK, but you know the rules. Take Diane into the living room, and have her help you get ready. Then tell Diane to come back here and get me. I want to read the paper a bit."

On hearing this, Amy quickly kissed her mom again and said "thanks mom, come on Diane, you need to help me."

Diane obediently followed Amy into the living room. "Now here is what Mom demands when she feeds me. First I have to be completely naked and that includes no jewelry, hair pins or anything else, so this pony tail has to go too. Second she wants the pillows in the easy chair to be fluffed up before she gets here, and finally she wants to footstool available for when she may need it. So here, help me with my dress, " Amy said as she began to undress and hand the clothes to Diane who gently folded them.

Janet of course was not reading the paper, but was instead listening to Amy's commands to Diane (her birth mother) and was listening intently for any comments from Diane. Hearing none, she relaxed and began considering her next moves for both Diane's training and the eventual subjugation of Michelle, who was her real goal. So Janet's mind considered a number of options until Diane appeared at the opening to the kitchenette. She waited until Janet noticed her and then curtsied while she said, "Miss Amy asks that her mother come and feed her Miss Janet."

Janet smiled at how easily the words came from Diane's mouth and rose to follow her into the living room. There Amy was standing naked in front of the wing backed chair. The pillows had all been fluffed up and the footstool was nearby.

"Oh my little baby looks so nice," Janet said as she walked over to the blushing Amy. Janet then wrapped Amy in her arms and they kissed each other deeply. Breaking the kiss, Janet sat in the chair and loosened the sash on her robe and let it slip from her shoulders. Then she lifted both of her breasts and softly fondled them while her nipples got hard. "Oh how I wish I had some real milk for my baby, but don't worry honey, our cow will soon be with milk and I will let you feed from her sometime. Won't that be fun?" Janet asked as she looked sweetly at Amy. "Oh yes Mama," Amy replied in a sultry whisper.

Janet gazed at the girl and thought how easily she took to nudity and to demanding obedience from others. Even her beloved Maya had shown an initial reluctance to strip in front of her birth mother and Maya was certainly much more timid when Janet instructed her to discipline her birth mother. But Amy, on the other hand, seemed to adopt her role as her due and was beginning to revel in it.

These thoughts pleased Janet as she held open her arms and said, "Come here sweetheart, come to Mommy." Hearing this Amy sat down softly in Janet's lap. Janet cradled Amy's head in the crook of her left arm and guided the girl's lips to her breast. With her right hand, she gently rubbed Amy's thighs, and whispered, "Come on sweetie, open your legs for mommy."

Hearing the whisper, Amy sighed and spread her legs to give Janet access. Janet then kissed the suckling girl's cheek and lifted her head to look at Diane who was standing where she had stopped when Janet followed her into the living room. The eyes of the two women met. Janet's gaze radiated pride, ownership, and control. Diane met her gaze and her soul reflected humility, servitude, and acceptance of all that her mistress desired.

"Diane, kneel over here at my daughter's feet," Janet said quietly as she pointed to a spot on the left side of the chair. Wordlessly Diane moved to the spot indicated and knelt down. Janet then whispered into the ear of her suckling daughter, "Sweetie, Mommy is going to let Diane pleasure you now while I hold you and keep you safe, so just relax and let Mommy take care of you."

Saying this, Janet kissed Amy's cheek softly and watched her daughter gently pull at her breast. Amy had closed her eyes and was the picture of contentment as she felt her heartbeat change to keep time with Janet's. She felt Janet's arms holding her securely and she began to float serenly on a sea of contentment.

Watching Amy suckle with such apparent pleasure and commitment to her once again gave Janet the familiar sense of triumph and thrill of control. Then she looked directly into Diane's eyes and quietly said, "Show me how much you love me. Pleasure my daughter with your mouth."

Diane lowered her eyes and replied, "yes Miss Janet," in a barely audible whisper. She then leaned forward as she placed her hands gently on the inside of Amy's thighs. Diane was on autopilot now. She only knew that she had to show her mistress how much she loved her and that she wanted to please Amy more than anything. She lovingly rubbed the girl's thighs with a gently soothing motion and slowly separated them some more.

For a brief moment she stared at the young slit exposed to her gaze. "So smooth, so clean" she heard herself say, as she felt her owner's hand gently push the back of her head towards the exposed slit. That hand, her mistress's hand, soothed her racing mind and she felt her owning as a physical presence. Her mistress did own her and she accepted that thought with a calm certainty and a warm feeling of security seeped slowly through her.

The hand continued to gently press her face forward and as she bent closer, Diane closed her eyes and thoughts of Michelle flashed through her mind. Michelle laying open before her, offering herself. Giving of herself and her juices to feed her.

Then her nose gently touched Amy's skin and with her intake of breath came Amy's fragrance. She extended the tip of her tongue and reverently touched the sweet offering given to her by her mistress. She heard an intake of breath and felt Amy shiver with an arousal she knew was the first time for this young girl and she felt pleased that her mistress was allowing her to give such pleasure. The hand continued its pressure, but now patted her hair and stroked her neck, showing her that her actions were pleasing to her mistress as well. Diane knew how to please and she slowly licked, then blew softly and then licked again the soft folds before her. The fragrances grew stronger and she felt the girl's legs stiffen as she bent to her task.

Janet had watched Diane's submission to her will and she felt elated with the cow's actions. When Diane's lips touched Amy, she felt the young girl start and looked as she pulled away from her breast and stared at her wild eyed. "Shhhh, sweet baby, " Janet cooed as she stroked her face and then lightly kissed the girl's lips, "let the cow please you. Relax and show Mommy what a good girl you are. Hold onto Mommy baby, and ask me if you can climax when you are ready."

The poor girl had never felt such an overpowering feeling. The tongue between her legs was kissing her, licking her, touching her and she felt her soul open to the feelings. Her eyes focused and she saw Janet smiling at her and felt overwhelmed with love and a thousand other emotions that swept through her. She threw her arms around Janet's neck and raised herself to her mother's lips. "Oh god mommy," she could barely gasp, "Please don't let her stop…please, please…." . then she felt her mother pull her close and their lips met. She opened her mouth and mewed with pleasure as she surrendered to the invading tongue. She felt Janet's fingers pulling and twisting her young nipples as she buried her face in Janet's neck and almost wept with pleasure.

Then she heard the voice as she felt a tongue lap her ear. "who is your mommy baby? Whose Baby are you?" the voice asked. "you're my mommy", she gasped and her body stiffened under the onslaughts, "I belong to you. Everything I have is yours. Please teach me to be a good baby girl for you."

Janet smiled as she watched the girl writhe on her lap in ecstasy and recalled Maya's first orgasm at the hands and mouth of her birthmother. How Maya had struggled within herself, trying to accept the incredible pleasure and at the same time trying to reconcile the shame and degradation such an act brought to her. Janet remembered the tears and then the hatred and shame that Maya displayed for days after the event, and how it took Janet a long time to persuade Maya to put aside the shame and accept her role as Janna's owner and mistress. Even today, Janet knew that Janna still served her daughter and received discipline at Maya's whim even as Maya was disciplined by her new owner.

Soon Janet realized that Amy was nearing her climax and pulled Diane's head up a bit. Amy's spasms slowed and she relaxed as she opened her eyes to stare at Janet in bewilderment. Janet smiled at her and said, "look at the cow Amy, " as she tilted back Diane's head showing her face covered with Amy's juices. "She loves to please you. She loves your taste, your smell, and your joy. Your pleasure is her pleasure. Now hold her head, here and here," she said as she placed Amy's hands on Diane's hair. "Guide her, teach her how to pleasure you. Reward her with your pleasure my sweet baby" Janet whispered as she gently kissed Amy's flushed cheek.

Amy didn't answer but closed her eyes and pulled Diane's face back to her slit, intent on capturing her escaping ecstasy. For her part, Diane knew that she had to please Amy and thus please Janet. She also knew what Amy liked so as she felt Amy's pressure on her hair she once again dropped her face to the young girl's cunt where she licked, then blew and licked it again.

As Janet watched Amy's excitement increase, she held the girl close and whispered in her ear. "Pull the cow's face to where it pleasures you. Talk to her, call her your cunt…tell her how to please you. She is here for you. She is your bitch."

Amy needed no more coaching. She was beside herself with excitement and as she began humping her pelvis onto Diane's face she began panting and commanding Diane on how to please her.

"Use your tongue! Harder you stupid bitch, more more….. Eat me deep…..yes, right there, oh yes…don't stop you slut. If you fail me, I will whip your fatass myself….Oh god, yes, oh God, yessssssssssssssssssss!"

Amy arched her back and her legs tightened as the waves of release flowed over her. Her insides spasmed from her first climax and she saw the room get dark as wave after wave washed through her.

Diane felt Amy grip her hair harder and harder and then her face was encased in the young girl's steel thighs. Diane knew the climax was at hand and thrust her face harder and deeper into the young girl's slit as Amy pulled her closer and closer and thrust her hips harder and harder onto the probing tongue.

Suddenly Diane felt the spasms begin and she pushed her tongue deeper and deeper into the slit. Then she raised her chin and thrashed her tongue over the girl's clit as wave after wave of climax shuddered through Amy. Diane heard moans, shouts, swearing, and felt like her hair was being pulled out of her head. Warm liquid began to flow suddenly against her chin in time to the spasms and she felt Amy shake as each wave hit her. The pressure from the thighs increased and her breathing was limited. She somehow gasped for breaths when Amy rocked her pelvis back in order to push forward onto her face. Smothering, slick skin, then heated air, then move skin, heated air, more skin. It went on and on. She felt nothing, heard nothing, and knew nothing except that she had to please. Please the mistress, please the daughter, make them love her.

More voices, more juice, more thrusting. She was encompassed in the smell of musk. Her hair hurt from the pulling, her knees ached from kneeling and yet she never felt so complete. She was pleasing them. They would love her and take care of her. Then, it all began to slow down. She felt the hands release her hair and the thighs began to relax. Her head was released and yet she remained with her mouth on the slit. Softly caressing it with her tongue. Gently kissing the red, wet lips. Blowing air on them gently as if a mother were kissing her newborn. She raised her hands where they had rested on her own legs and now began to gently massage Amy's inner thighs. She kissed the trembling thighs, her tongue bathed the slit, and she lapped languidly at the moisture that flowed there. Then she felt a hand in her hair, gently turning her face upward to look at Miss Amy's. There was a softness in the girl's eyes and her body was covered with a light sheen of sweat. The hand moved to her cheek and it caressed her softly. She heard the voice. "you've done very well Diane. My daughter is pleased with your mouth and she rewarded you with her juices. Do you like her taste, my cow?" Janet's voice softly asked.

Diane heard her voice. She felt like it was far away. She only knew the touch of the hand, the taste on her lips, and the eyes of her mistress's daughter who looked into her soul and beyond. "Yes mistress," she heard her voice reply. "her taste is my life, just as you are my life."

"Stand up, " Janet said and as Diane did so, she took Diane's hand and gently pulled her to stand in front of the chair. Janet, still fully clothed stood quietly, staring straight ahead as she had been taught. Amy, naked, and now quietly letting the orgasm's final tremors wash through her sat on Janet's lap, her head resting against Janet's cheek as the both looked at Diane standing inches in front of them. "Stand for inspection" Janet softly said, and Diane placed her hands atop her head and spread her legs more than shoulder length.

Janet inwardly sneered at the woman who stood there awaiting the next command. Diane was weak and deserved this, and then her mind said, no she wanted this. She was weak, afraid and tired of fighting her husband. She wanted to give it up. She needed to give up and she wanted to give it to her. Again, Janet knew the strong prevailed, as they always did. Now she owned not only Diane's body, but her youngest daughter and soon would also have her other child. Amy sat placidly on her lap, and Janet held her close, then leaned forward and put her fingers between Diane's spread thighs.

Her probing fingers felt the Cow's outer lips and slipped inside where they were soon covered with moisture. She pressed another two fingers in and saw a flicker of impending lust pass across Diane's eyes and she smiled to herself. This one has much promise she thought and then pulled out her shiny fingers. "Look sweetie," she whispered in Amy's ear. "See how much this bitch enjoyed giving you pleasure. She is wet herself. Her taste her and know that she gets wet because of you." Janet said as she raised her fingers to Amy's mouth. Amy obediently licked the fingers and then kissed Janet's hand.

"very good sweetie. You did very well when Diane pleasured you, except you climaxed without my permission and I told you to ask me before you did. Because I know you are a good girl and only make mistakes if they can't be avoided I won't punish you now, but we will discuss it tonight after school."

Then Janet looked at Diane and said, "my daughter needs to go to school later this morning, so go draw her a bath and call us when it is ready."

"yes mistress Janet," Diane said as she dropped her arms and left for the bathroom.

Amy and Janet watched her depart, and then Janet gave Amy quick hug, kissed her cheek and then said, "Now listen to how I want you to treat her when you take your bath."