Ever eager to please her beloved Mommy, over the next several weeks Sally became an accomplished bondager. There was no longer any need for handcuffs, as Sally became an expert in tightly tied and closely cinched rope bondage. Jan also gave her daughter an accelerated course in the "facts of life" as applied to female sexuality and masturbation. Sally learned all about buttplugs, dildoes and vibrators, and Jan purchased a variety of these tools from the local porn shop.

12 year old Angie welcomed the freedom Jan granted, and was happy to sleep over at a girlfriend's house almost every Saturday night. Jan and Sally explored a variety of internet sites looking at complex and restrictive bondage positions, and Jan would find herself bound and gagged early Saturday evening, and destined to remain so bound until Sunday morning.

Such was the case this Saturday. Jan was bound into a taut spread-eagle in the center of her bed. Her arms were stretched overhead, and her legs were spread and stretched wide apart toward the corners of the king sized bed. Jan had taken to shaving her pussy, and her hot, pink mound was stretched around a large, throbbing dildo. A rope was tightly tied around her waist and a connecting rope from back to front bisected her mound, holding the thick plug tightly inside her.

Sally had jammed three pairs of panties inside her Mom's mouth. She might have selected clean panties, but the young girl was growing and learning, and she intuitively new that dirty panties would be better. A rolled scarf between Jan's lips drew the panties more deeply into her Mommy's mouth, and another scarf folded into a band covered the woman's face from below her nose down to her chin. Jan had then been blindfolded with another scarf. Sally then made a quick decision that demonstrated her feel for bondage and domination. She took a pillowcase off a pillow, and pulled it over her Mom's head, and used another scarf to tie it around the woman's neck. Sally had seen a bondage hood on the internet, and while they had not ordered one, she saw the erotic possibilities of a simple pillowcase.

Jan's head lie on a pillow. Her gag was airtight, and each long slow breath whistled through her nose. The cotton of the pillowcase grudgingly allowed air to pass through. With each intake of air Jan sucked the cloth tightly against her nostrils. With each exhale the cloth billowed away from her nose. In. Out. Over and over.....

Jan bit down against the copious wadding in her mouth. Initially the gag had absorbed her saliva, but it soon became saturated. Biting down on the wadding was like squeezing a sponge, releasing saliva, and forcing Jan to swallow quickly to avoid choking. The gag wadding would then expand, absorb more saliva until again it became saturated, and the bite down and swallow cycle would begin again. Over and over.....

All night long Jan lay tightly stretched on her bed, her pussy stretched, the dildo buzzing, her thigh muscles trembling from the strained, spread position. She coughed slightly to clear saliva tickling her throat, and took a deep, rasping breath.

The helpless mother turned her blind eyes towards the window and wondered if the sun was up yet. "So tired," she thought to herself. "So tired." Despite the harsh gag, she drifted into a fitful sleep.

Several hours later Sally crept into Jan's room and jumped onto the bed beside her tightly bound Mom. "Good morning, Mommy," she said cheerfully. "Did you sleep well?"

Sally began to untie her Mommy arms. "I'll bet you really have to go pee pee, don't your Mommy?" she asked. "Mmmm hmmmm!" Jan nodded. "I think it would be fun to take you to the bathroom still tied up, ok Mom?" "Nooomph!" Jan shook her head negatively. All she wanted at this point was to be untied. "Oh Mom, it's just a little while longer," she said as she captured the woman's arms and quickly cuffed them behind her back. Only then did she untie her captive/s legs and help swing them over the side of the bed.

Gingerly the blind and gagged woman stood, and her small daughter led her to the bathroom, and helped her find the seat. "I'm going to get dressed," explained Sally. "You go ahead and pee pee, and wait form me."

"All done, Mom?" she asked. The pillowcase covered head nodded slightly. "Did you do poo poo also?" asked Sally wrinkling her nose at the obvious smell. Again, a slight nod from Jan. Without a trace of self consciousness Sally tore of a large piece of bathroom tissue and reached between her Mom's legs to clean her.

Sally led her Mom back to the bedroom. "Spread your legs, Mommy," she instructed. Sally untied the rope holding the dildo deep inside her Mom's pussy. "I see that the batteries ran down sometime last night," Sally commented as she grasped the slippery dildo and eased it from her Mom's pink, wet hole. Jan sighed and whimpered softly as her pussy closed with a wet, slurping sound.

"Well," said Sally wistfully, "Angie will be home soon, so I guess we better get you un-gagged." "Ohhhhhh," Jan sighed with relief as Sally reached to untie the scarf around her Mom's neck. Just then, the phone rang.

"Hello?..... Oh, hi." answered Sally. "No, she is in the shower. Ok, Just a minute."

"Mmmmmph?" said Jan as Sally continued to sit on the bed beside her.

After a minute Sally spoke into the phone again. "Yes, Mom says its ok." Sally was quiet as the other party spoke. "Yes....fine. About 7 o'clock? Ok....see ya."

Sally hung up the phone.

"Goody!" she exclaimed. "That was Angie, and she wanted your permission to go to the Sunday Concert down town with Mallory and her family. She patted her naked Mom's knee. "I told her it was ok with you, so now we have all day to do bondage play, isn't that great?"

"Mmmmmmmhhh!" Jan shook her head. "No, please!" she thought to herself. "Nrrff!"

"Well," giggled the little girl. "I don't want to hear any complaining out of you, so I guess Ill just have to leave the gag in your mouth for a while longer!"

Little Sally could not imagine the sinking feeling of despair that her Mother felt at that moment. She could not know the ache in her Mother's jaw, or her Mom's hot, damp, slimy claustrophobia inside the sweat and saliva soaked pillowcase.

Jan dropped to her knees, and laid her blind, gagged head on her daughter's lap. Pitiful whimpers escaped her soggy gag and wheezed softly though the muffling scarves and the pillowcase.

Jan was defeated. Whenever Sally finally released her, she had the option of giving the little girl the spanking of her life, ending their bondage play forever, and becoming the "in charge" Mommy again.....but she new she wouldn't.

Jan took a deep breath, and released a long, soft sign of resignation. She had become a bondage slut to her 8 year old daughter. Tired, and lacking the will to fight, she docilely allowed herself to be lead down stairs to the family room.

Sally had seen a position on the internet while surfing with her Mom that they had not yet tried. It looked quite uncomfortable, but the small girl was already developing a sense of her Mom's limits, and she was sure that Mommy could "enjoy" the position for several hours.

The little girl walked behind her Mom with a length of ¼ inch hemp rope, and began to bind the woman's elbows tightly together. Already an expert, she made 4 loops around the arms just above the elbows, then a cinch, under her Mom's left armpit, around the back of her neck, back under the right armpit, and back to her elbows for two more cinches. Jan whimpered as the rope dug into her flesh. The confining ropes drew she shoulders back, and thrust her large, soft, motherly breasts into increased prominence. Sally then un-cuffed her Mom's wrists, and bound them tightly together. "Walk over here, Mom," she ordered. Jan turned her head blindly toward her daughter's voice, and then walked tentatively in that direction. "Stop," said Sally, "and spread your feet." Sally maneuvered her Mom into exactly the right position before buckling a 3 foot spreader bar around each ankle. She tied another rope at the cinch between her Mom's wrists, and then tossed the free end over a massive timber crossbeam in the rustic cathedral ceiling. She pulled until her Mom bend over at the waist, with her arms drawn almost vertically upward behind her. "What was this called, Mommy?" she asked rhetorically. "strappo? strapello?" The little girl giggled at the funny words. "I know..strappado!"

With her Mommy bound and helpless, little Sally reverted to being a normal little girl. She went to the kitchen, and poured herself some Cheerios, came back to the family room, and popped "The Lion King" into the DVD player.

After 2 more movies, a bologna sandwich and a handful or Oreos Sally turned her attention back to her Mom. The woman had strained against the ropes and groaned softly a few times, but now she was motionless and breathing softly. The pillowcase covering her Mom's head was wet across her lower face from ear to ear, and a drool dripped down her chin, creating a small glistening pool on the hardwood floor beneath her. "Time to untie her and let her clean up before Angie gets home," the little girl though to herself.