It was uncomfortable sleeping on the floor of her bedroom, but despite her bonds - a hogtie, Kathy concluded, wasn't the best resting position - the woman got some sleep. She had surfaced in the night a few times and could hear the Mistress gently snoring where she lay in Kathy's large bed and next to her, the lighter, whispering sounds of Kelly asleep on the bed.

It had been distressing to have to lie, hogtied, and listen to the Mistress preparing Kelly. From where she lay on her stomach on the rug by the side of the bed, the woman simply couldn't see what was happening. The sounds however told her that Mistress was being very thorough in binding the nine year old girl. It had taken the teacher some time to tie Kelly to her satisfaction and Kathy had heard, when Kelly was asked if that was "uncomfortable enough", the child groan a simple yes.

There was a slap of some kind and Kelly had said, quickly: 'Yes, Mistress.'

Ungagged, Kathy could have demanded to now what was happening to her daughter but she guessed that the Mistress would not only have refused to tell her but also have taken the opportunity to gag her, perhaps with that horrendous penis gag that made Kathy's jaws ache during the day. She wasn't sure she could stand eight hours of that thing in her mouth.

Anyway, Mistress had said, clearly that when either Kelly or herself hadn't got a gag in their mouths they had to act as if they were gagged, at least in her presence.

'If I want to hear you, I'll ask you to speak,' the blonde had said, sternly.

The same apparently went for what Mistress called "symbolic gags", a simple strip of cloth tied round the face that she said she liked to see for aesthetic reasons. Kathy had worn one after her talk with Kelly in front of the TV, and later a blindfold while Kelly and the Mistress watched another video tape, this one apparently all about small girls and boys being bound and gagged and punished.

The sound had been turned down and Kelly had been encouraged to give a commentary throughout. Kathy, still kneeling, had grown remarkably excited hearing her daughter say things like: 'There's a ball gag going in the boy's mouth... his cock is all hard and sticking up... the woman is holding it, stroking it... now she has a whip and she's aiming it at his hard willy... she's whipping his stiff little dick... she's playing with her own cunt while she does it... he's crying and she's wiping her fingers, the ones that have been up her cunt, over his nose...'

Kelly had even got excited herself, especially with one bathroom scene when she said: 'That little girl... she's very pretty... she's all naked and she's tied up tight... oh, I feel funny, down here... she's got lots of ropes and a nice gag... she has to lie in the bath... now a man is there... he has his cock out and he's peeing on the girl... she's crying and struggling but he's washing her all over... oh, I feel all hot Mistress... now he's rubbing his willy... there's something coming out... white stuff... all over the little girl's face... her gag's out and a woman is spooning the white stuff into her mouth... oh, my cunt's all hot and wet... now the gag's back in and the woman's sitting over her... she's peeing on the girl too... ahhh!'

Kathy could only guess that her daughter had climaxed in her own sweet little way. She just wished she could use her fingers to bring herself off.

Lying in the dark and her body charged with memories and excitement, Kathy wished she could masturbate. She groaned faintly and tried to sleep as best she could.

It was morning and on the bed above her, Mistress was stirring. Kathy had been awake for an hour at least and was glad there would be some action - even if it was only a change in her position as her arms and legs ached terribly from the hogtie.

'Good morning, slave,' grinned Mistress, getting off the bed and smiling down at the bound woman. She was wearing one of Kathy's favorite night gowns and the black lace suited the blonde. 'Do your arms and legs hurt? You may answer.'

'Good morning, Mistress. Yes, thank you, they do hurt.'

'Good,' laughed Miss Harding. 'Now, I will allow you to stand so you can see little Kelly, though I will leave her in bed for a while yet.'

The teacher undid Kathy's legs but not her wrists and helped her stand, which was every bit as hard as the woman had found after the previous night's extended chair bondage.

Kathy couldn't believe what she saw. Her daughter was stretched across the top of the bed where the pillows would be, her flat chest and hips as well as her arms and legs virtually hidden under yards of rope carefully wound round. Only her stomach was free and, Kathy realized, this had been the Mistress' pillow in the night. Kelly looked up, exhausted: clearly with the weight of Miss Harding's head on her belly she hadn't got much sleep.

'She needs to catch up on her rest,' said the Mistress as she started to guide Kathy out of the bedroom, 'so we'll leave her while we have some breakfast - or rather, you will prepare me breakfast and watch me eat.'

The chains Kathy had worn the previous day were in the kitchen and once free of her ropes she put them on herself without hesitation, or instruction. Then she set about cooking the Mistress a good breakfast, feeling hungry as the smell of the bacon permeated the air.

'You want to ask me a few questions,' said the blonde as she finished eating. There was still some food on the plate but it wasn't going to be finished by the blonde. She looked up at the woman, standing in her chains by the side of the table, watching the Mistress eat. 'In which case, go ahead.'

'Thank you Mistress. I hope your breakfast was to your liking.'

'It was adequate. But you want to know more than that. Go on.'

'I wondered... if you would like me to clear the plate.' Kathy gulped. She would have loved to eat the leftovers on the plate. She was being as submissive as she could be in the hope of reward.

The Mistress recognized the tactic. 'Slave Kathy,' she said. 'This food is too good for you. Yesterday you and the other slave ate from bowls on the floor. Tell me, do you own a dog?'

'No mistress.'

'Hmm. Pity. You could feed any food I leave to the dog and watch it eat what you so desire.' Miss Harding gave a laugh at the look of dismay on Kathy's face. 'You think I am being too hard on you and the little bitch, correct?'

'Oh no, Mistress,' gulped Kathy.

A cloud crossed the seated woman's face. 'Liar!' She stood and delivered a swift slap across Kathy's face. The sound of the blow resounded in the room. 'One thing you will learn is complete honesty with me.'

'Yes, mistress... I'm sorry.' Kathy blinked back the tears. She wanted to bring her hand up to feel the sting on her cheek but not only did her chains prevent it but she sensed Mistress wouldn't be happy with such a gesture.

'I am being hard on you both,' said the teacher as she sat back down at the table. 'Bondage is only part of it. I want you and slave Kelly to be completely comfortable with anything I do to you. I want to humiliate you, of course, I want to punish you for the slightest error. I may even inflict tortures on you. I shall have you both working hard, being silent, accepting what I say whatever that may be. You know why?'

'Because you like punishing women. Girls, too,' ventured Kathy.

'I do. But it is because,' she paused, her eyes firmly on mine, 'I want to command love in you.'

'Love?' Kathy said, shock in her voice. 'I-I thought, Mistress, you just wanted to punish us. Um, make us your slaves.'

Miss Harding grinned. 'I do and I will. But I want you and slave Kelly to love me, adore me, for what I do to you both. You and the little bitch are very much alike. I've punished prettier girls than her, tortured better looking women than you - yes, even women with bigger tits than you've got.' At this she reached out and cradled one of Kathy's mammaries and this time the woman didn't flinch, even when the fingers massaged the flesh and dug in sharply. 'But what I am looking for is total devotion. Love, it is generally called, even though not all of us subscribe to that mushy affection that romantics swoon over.' The Mistress let go of Kathy's breast. 'I think you both have it in yourselves to love me. Totally.'

Kathy gulped. It was probably the most erotic thing she'd ever heard. Her cunt was in a constant state of arousal but suddenly it was wetter than before now. She yearned to plunge her fingers into herself.

'Mistress... uh, may I finger myself?'

'What? Oh no. If your hand so much as strays to your cunt I will tie them behind you with your fingers wired up and tie your legs apart with a pole. The only thing you'll feel on your filthy snatch is fresh air.'

'Y-yes Mistress. Thank you.'

Miss Harding leant back in her chair. 'In order to allow you and daughter to love me fully I will move in here, but you have already guessed that. You and slave Kelly will serve me and please me. But you won't be the only ones.'

'Mistress?' Kathy's jaw dropped open. A sudden panic gripped her: she didn't want to have to share the Mistress.

The seated female sighed. 'Okay, let me tell you about me. What I most want. I have had a good number of conquests of women since I was in my teens. I started on a small girl who across the street. Pretty little thing who I used to tie and gag. Nothing too vicious at first - just a golf ball taped in her mouth.

'Then I got to tie her elder sister who was fifteen, then her mother. At one time I had four members of the female side of their family on their knees in front of me: two daughters, their mother and, can you believe, her own mother. She must have been sixty with droopy tits but she was into bondage so I couldn't refuse her.

'We moved house but I found I had a talent for punishing females wherever I went. At my new school I had my teacher as my slave and her six-year old twin daughters, Carla and Carol. They looked so pretty after their chained mother had tied them up.' A slow smile crossed the blonde's face. 'Then I trained the little girls to punish their mother. You see, wherever I went women of all ages would flock to me and do what I demand.' The Mistress laughed. 'You want to know how the twins tortured their dear mommy?'

When Kathy gulped and nodded the Mistress continued: 'I got them to push hot needles into her boobs. The same boobs that had suckled them a few years before. Of course, the kiddies had nothing to stop the needles burning their fingers so they had to be pretty quick to get them into mommy's tits to let go. That stooped them being indecisive, believe me, though it was also sweet to see them crying and blubbering while they poked the hot needles into the trussed up bitch.'

'Oh God,' moaned Kathy, feeling horror and arousal sweep through her.

Miss Harding ignored the woman. 'At college I had three different females of my age not only loving bondage but recruiting their mothers - well, two mothers and an aunt. I got the girls to tie them up and present them to me. The girls would tie up their mothers - and aunt - and then torture them as I decided. Usually whips and paddles, but sometimes a little breath control. Then I got the older women to go and find a stranger, a woman they didn't know, and seduce them for our sessions. They did, but I realized I didn't care about these strangers - especially as they didn't have families or didn't want females from their families involved. Stupid of them: I showed them the delights of having peppers and irritating creams rubbed up into them and I am sure they would have enjoyed seeing that done to others. Especially children: they always scream so nicely when a slow-burning cream is smeared where it's tender.'

'That was when you knew you wanted to only punish families,' gulped Kathy, understanding perfectly.

'Good, you're catching on,' grinned the Mistress. 'You and the bitch Kelly are family. At my last school I had my principal, a woman called Jane, under bondage because she allowed me access to her sister and nieces. This sister had three daughters, and was glad to let me tie them up. One of them was pregnant and my plan was to get her to tie her own baby up - if it was girl. When she told me it was going to be a boy, I lost interest. That, and the fact their aunt, my Principal, suddenly decided she didn't want to have any more bondage, made me look for a new school. And here I am!'

'But Mistress, I don't understand. The woman who didn't want it, the Principal, wouldn't have had a choice. She was your slave.'

The blonde sighed. 'Was. She told me she discovered religion and doubted what we did was right. It was better for me to leave them to it.'

'And us?'

'You and the bitch on the bed are fine. But you may recall there's this little girl Melissa. I want her involved.'

'Melissa Watkins has a family. I know her mom,' said Kathy, fighting down the feeling of disappointment it couldn't be just her and Kelly serving the Mistress but enjoying a new surge of excitement in her cunt of seeing others punished.

'And she has a sister. I plan to integrate them into our little family,' smirked the Mistress. 'Five of you, all prettied up and bound tight.'

'Please Mistress... What do you mean, prettied up?'

'I like you all naked. But at times I will want you dressed. The children will wear stockings, garter belts, high heels, little plastic skirts: the kind of slutty, trashy clothes a hooker or a bimbo would wear. The adults will wear little girl's clothes in their own sizes. I have a friend who makes delightful little girl clothes for grown ups - dresses with pretty flower patterns with ribbons and ruffles and lace trim. Oh yes, and lovely petticoats to make your short skirts flare out.'

'But my job! I can't go to the office like that!' The woman blushed furiously at the prospect and the fact she had raised an objection. Surely punishable, she thought.

The Mistress sighed, but seemed to forgive the error. 'You will if I say you will. You think you have any choice from now? Or do you want me to leave you and Kelly alone so I can find someone else?'

Kathy gave a little gasp at the prospect of losing the Mistress. The brief rebellion faded in the woman and Kathy and shook her head. 'No, Mistress, I have no choice. I will be pleased to wear whatever you tell me.'

'I thought you would. Now, throw the remains of my breakfast out into the yard. As a special treat you can lick the grease off my plate before washing it. You and the little bitch will eat later.'

---

Kathy and her daughter stood back to back, arms woven through each others, their wrists bound across their stomachs. Kelly, because she was a good eighteen inches shorter than her mom, was standing on a small footstool to make her the right height.

To ensure they stood still a cord was tied round their waists and ran down between their legs to be tied to the other person's waist. Another cord was wound round their necks and a third wound round Kathy's large bust with the long, spare ends wound round Kelly's flat chest.

'I have to go out now,' said the Mistress when she had finished tying the woman her daughter. 'You have both eaten from your dog bowls and been given a drink from the water in the toilet bowl so you should be fine for the rest of the day. Oh, incidentally, if you thought I was starving you for some perverse pleasure you are wrong: I am reducing your dependence on junk food. The food in your dog bowls is very good for you. I have it made specially for my slaves,' she grinned. 'Nutritious,' the woman continued, 'but I wouldn't eat it myself.

'Now, you will both remain standing until I return. You will notice I haven't gagged you. But, although you may talk I don't want to hear it.' The woman produced a small tape recorder from her purse and set it on the coffee table some three feet from the bound pair and turned it on. 'This is on long play and will be on while I am out. I will listen to the tape when I get back and if there is the slightest noise I can detect from either of you on it you will be punished. Hard, with a flogging. So, slaves, be very careful about how you whisper. Bye, honeypies!'

After the Mistress had gone, neither Kathy or Kelly made any effort to talk. Neither of them, like the day before when they were in chains, had any idea when the woman who dominated them would return. If she came back now, Kathy thought after the pair had stood silent for what must have been half an hour, they would have lost any chance to have a conversation.

'Kelly,' said Kathy, barely audible even to herself. 'Can you hear me?'

As there was no response the mother thought, for almost a minute, that her daughter hadn't heard her. But she had. She was simply getting up the courage to reply. 'Yes,' she breathed. 'I can.'

Kathy put her head as far back as she could so the sound had less distance to travel and also hoped Kelly would do the same. She did, and their ears were touching now. 'Are you okay?' whispered Kathy. Then she added: 'Don't reply at once. Leave gaps... the tape may not pick it up if we do it this way.'

There was a long silence before Kelly said: 'Yes, I'm good. You?'

Kathy nodded, knowing the movement of her head against Kelly's would send the right signal. When she stopped, Kelly said as quietly as she could: 'I love you mom.'

Kelly's words may have been barely audible but they sent a little glow through the woman.

'I'm sorry about this. I didn't mean to hurt you,' Kelly said after nearly a minute.

'It's okay. I wanted it, remember?' breathed Kathy after a suitable pause.

A nod from Kelly.

There was a spell of silence before Kathy said: 'Tomorrow. You have to go to school. I have to go to work.' A pause. 'Things will get better. We can escape.'

Kelly's reply was swift, even a little louder than Kathy thought wise. 'No!'

Kathy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 'What?' she whispered. 'We have to get out.'

Again a quick reply. 'No, mom. Mistress wants us. We're hers.'

Kathy's head jerked in shock. 'But she'll hurt you.'

'Yes,' said Kelly, all pretense of keeping her voice down almost gone. The tape would certainly have picked that up.

Kathy abandoned the whisperings too. If they were going to be flogged for speaking they may as well as say everything they wanted. 'Kelly, you don't understand. You're only nine for heaven's sake. A weekend like this... being made to do things, tied up or in chains or whatever, not being able to sleep. It isn't right!'

'It is mom, and you know it!' Kelly for all her tender years could be surprisingly adult at times. 'You've wanted this for ages. You told me, when you got me to tie you up. You persuaded me, you showed me you were happy.'

'That was... that was me. It was just us. One night a week.'

'Didn't you want it more, mom? Didn't you ever wish I'd tie you up more?'

'No... well, sometimes. But it was fantasy, Kelly. Just a dream. We have things to do... we can't be tied up all the time!'

'But we can be slaves, right?'

'What do you mean?'

'We can go to school and work and the shopping, but we know Mistress owns us. Even when I'm doing math or you're in the office we are, like, owned by Mistress. We know when we get home we are hers.'

'Kelly, you know what you are saying?'

The girl behind Kathy sighed. 'Course I do, mom. I've thought about it. When Mistress had her head on me, when I was her pillow, I lay awake and I got all damp down there in my cunny, thinking about being owned.'

'You know we will be flogged for talking like this? That's what Miss... what Mistress was hoping for. That what she will do when she gets back. If she owns us she can flog us whenever she wants. And it hurts, Kelly!'

Kelly's response stunned Kathy. 'Yes, mom, I do know what it's like to be flogged. When I couldn't get Melissa untied, Mistress flogged me as a punishment.'

Kathy, at a loss for words, eventually managed to say: 'When?'

'Oh, a few days after. She said she would when we were talking 'bout it. She said I had to be punished but I mustn't tell anyone. She tied me in the classroom, over a desk, after everyone had gone one day. She... she lifted my skirt up and gave me a little flogging.'

'You didn't tell me!'

'She said I couldn't mom. I'm sorry.' Kelly's voice fell to a whisper. 'I wanted to tell you but Mistress said if I did I would get another flogging and she would have to give you one too.'

Kathy thought for a moment, aware that the child was trying to adjust her stance, trying to get more comfortable. 'And how do feel about that?'

Kelly sounded as if she was trying to hide a smile. 'Okay mom. I don't want to be flogged but... I like the idea of you being flogged. I liked it when I flogged your tits. I shouldn't have, but I did.'

'Is that why you are talking to me now, loudly, why you are telling me this about you in school. So I'll get an extra flogging?'

'Yes,' giggled Kelly. At that moment Kathy was aware her daughter was rotating her hips a little, the cord between their waists, running between their legs, began to shift slightly, rubbing against Kathy's slit. Against her clit.

'Kelly...' began Kathy but stopped. The child knew what she was doing. This was exciting. The woman began to get wet, very wet, in her cunt. The child was wriggling her hips more, obviously getting excited herself, clearly getting the cord to rub on her own little twat. She was making little moaning noises as she did so, getting aroused. Kathy tried, briefly, not to think of arousal. But she couldn't help it. She twisted and moved her hips too, causing the cord to bite deeper, rub harder.

'Faster, mom,' said the girl.

'Oh Kelly, I'm going to be whipped and punished... ohhhh!'

'Mom... I want to hurt you.... ah.... I want to see you all tied up and hurt! I want.... aaah!'

'You're going to be whipped too, bitch...' groaned Kathy, just as Kelly said: 'Mistress will punish you, cunt, hard...'

They gave a long half-scream of delight as they came together.

---

Kathy Kennedy wasn't sure she had ever known such pain before. Hanging by her wrists so that her toes were barely touching the floor she had the choice of either trying to support her weight on her toes (her legs were secured to a pole that spread them wide to add to the problem) or allow her weight to swing on the ropes round her wrists. After only half an hour, it was agony either way.

It didn't help that the Mistress had flogged her in that position: ten strokes across her unprotected back and the back of her outstretched legs, another ten across her thighs, belly and of course breasts. The flogging hurt - especially where the strands of the flogger had caught existing weals, still sore from yesterday's thrashing.

Kathy was glad at least of the gag: an ordinary ball gag perhaps but it allowed her to bite on it and muffle her screams of pain as Mistress carefully, methodically aimed the whip at the helpless, spread figure.

Between every cut of the flogger the Mistress had called the woman names, describing her as trash, a cunt, slut, a whore. Someone not fit to be treated as a normal slave, just someone who should be hung up and punished every day until she learnt.

Kelly had sat on a chair watching all this, naked and gagged like her mother. She was tied to the chair with her little arms dragged sharply over the back, her legs bound wide apart. She was, as Mistress told Kathy, simply waiting her turn.

'I'm disappointed in you,' said Miss Harding to Kathy as she finished the flogging and stood back, a sheen of sweat on the blonde woman's attractive, arrogant face. 'You want bondage, you want me to dominate you, but you break the rules so I am not sure if all this is a good idea. I told you not to speak, to act as if you were gagged. After all, I was only out an hour. Yet even that was too much, according to the tape machine.

'Understand this, cunt: I want to be able to trust you. I want to be able to go out and know you are doing the things I want. Obeying orders, its called.' The woman flicked the flogger idly at Kathy's already well marked tits, not hard enough to make the bound woman cry out but enough to make her flinch and snort through her nose.

'Do you want me to leave you, let you go back to your pathetic bondage attempts with the little bitch over there?'

Kathy, despite her tears and screwed face, shook her head. She tried to say into her gag: 'No mistress.'

'Do you want me to ignore you, never punish you, never bind you?'

Again, a shake of the head and another attempt to say 'No mistress.'

The blonde shook her head. 'Even now you still try to speak through your gag. Just be silent!' A pause, another flick of the flogger: harder, aimed for the bound woman's wide spread crotch.

The slave would have doubled up in agony had she not been spread and suspended as she was.

'Hmm. I shall have to see,' said the woman with the whip. 'I need some proof that you can obey even simple orders.' The blonde sighed and took a sip of water from a glass on the table. 'I think for the rest of the day I shall have to put you in a position where no matter what happens you keep your slutty mouth shut. No gag, understood? Just silence.'

Kathy, grateful she wouldn't be abandoned on the one hand, horrified at her swift debasement and degradation on the other, gave a nod. So much in her depths screamed out: "Don't do this. Get out of this. Save yourself and Kelly." But the voices that said: "Punish me, Mistress," were louder, stronger. More erotic.

But if Kathy thought she might somehow simply be punished for her indiscretions, she was wrong. It was more than that.

'I think,' said the Mistress with a cruel smile, 'The best way to teach you silence is not to whip you or torture you, but for me to do something to slave Kelly. You will simply watch, silently. No gag.'

Kathy groaned and so too did Kelly. The girl knew she would be flogged next, for speaking and telling her mother about being whipped at school, for not keeping a secret. It was, as Mistress said, the most important part of their belief in the woman that no matter what, they would do as they were told and keep their tongues still.

But there would be more. Little Kelly's nine year old body shook with fear.

'Time for your corrective flogging,' smiled the Mistress to the child. 'I will untie you and you will go and stand in front of your cunt of a mother and put your arms round her waist. I will allow you to bury your face into her tits to suppress your screams. You won't be gagged, you will be pleased to know. You won't even be bound. You will simply stand still while I flog your back. Understood?'

Terrified, Kelly gave a little nod.

The ropes came away, the gag came out. Kelly, shaking, stood. 'Th... thankyou Mistress,' she whispered.

'Louder,' grinned her teacher, snapping the flogger for effect.

'Thankyou Mistress,' said Kelly as loudly as she could manage.

'Good. Now get to your cow of a mother and give her a big hug while I whip your sorry little ass.'

Kelly, tearfully, ran to her mother, embracing her as told, burying her face between the large breasts of the woman.

'Ready, cuntlet?' asked the Mistress.

'Yes mistress,' came the muffled sounds from the girl.

The flogger hissed in the air and little Kelly screamed as the first of six blows savaged her back. She sobbed and yelped and howled at each lash but she didn't move. She didn't break position. She didn't beg the Mistress to stop. She took all six lashes as bravely as she could, merely dancing on her bare feet to try unsuccessfully to try to disperse the explosive pain.

For Kathy, spread out, her daughter clinging to her, her nipples were rock hard with excitement, her cunt juices flowing. Despite all her maternal instincts, despite how much she loved her own daughter, she loved the idea of Kelly being punished. Each slash from the flogger filled her ears with a delicious sound, just as poor Kelly's tortured cries brought new urgency to the woman's aching sex, a burning sensation of a frustrated orgasm unable to break. Twice, strands from the flogger caught Kathy's body, making her yelp into her own gag. It only served to increase her desperation to be allowed to cum.

The Mistress stopped the flogging. She stepped up behind the child and stroked her long, brown hair lovingly. She threaded her fingers through some of the strands and carefully pulled the child's head back so the tear streaked face of Kelly was looking up at the Mistress. 'Enjoy that, pumpkin?'

'Y-yes... thankyou... M-mistress,' mumbled Kelly.

'Good. That was for talking while I was out. Now I will do it again for telling a secret to your dear mommy.'

'Oh,' sobbed Kelly, fear on her face.

'Don't worry, honey. Only four this time if you let me spit in your sweet little mouth.' The blonde smiled. 'Ten if you don't let me spit in your mouth.'

Above Kelly, Kathy groaned anew.

Kelly gulped. 'Pl-please Mistress... spit... spit in my mouth.' She opened wide and shut her eyes. The Mistress spat noisily into the girl's open mouth, not once but twice.

'Swallow it, cunt,' she said. The girl swallowed and returned her face to her mother's cleavage, ready for her four lashes.

She got six but, as the Mistress said, sometimes she lies. Or forgets, and it's better to have more than less. Miss Harding moved to the back of Kathy and delivered ten more lashes as Kelly held on tight, sobbing from the thrashing, crying when a couple of the blows aimed at her mother caught the child's forearms as she gripped her mom's waist.

Kelly could feel her mother shake at every blow, hear her scream at each slash form the Mistress, feel her mom's tears splashing on to her head. She was hurt and scared and aware of a deep sensation, a tickle she couldn't reach, in her small, wet cunny.

---

Sitting round the kitchen table, it might have passed for a family gathering, save for the fact that one of the women and the small girl were naked and sitting, arms bound behind them to the chair. Their legs were unbound but on instruction, held wide apart. The two naked females were watching their Mistress eat a large meal that the pair of them had cooked for her.

It was part of their torture to watch the woman eat a proper meal while they had only had a mix of porridge and stew from two dog bowls beneath the table.

'You suffered a lot, both of you,' said the blonde woman as she ate. Suddenly she smiled at them. 'You know, cunts, this is really good. You both make excellent cooks.

'Where was I... oh yes. As I was saying, both you Kathy and little Kelly have suffered enormously today and yesterday. You may find this hard to believe but I really don't want to hurt you. Well, not too much at first.' The woman looked serious. 'I could hurt you a lot, you know that don't you?'

Both Kathy and her daughter nodded.

'I could do a lot to you but as I like you and I think you will, with the right training, make good slaves. There will, I am sure you will recognize, be difficult moments for you. The odd whipping, a day in some awful place or bound in some painful position.' She paused as she ate some more. 'But above all I want you to be happy I am dominating you.'

Kathy opened her mouth to say something and stopped herself. The Mistress saw the intent and smiled. 'Go on, I will allow you to speak.'

'Mistress... how long will it take to train us to your satisfaction? And then what will happen to us?'

'Hmm, first one is a good question. The second is, frankly, none of your business. You are slaves: you simply do what you are told when you are told. By me or others.' The woman laughed at the look on Kathy's face. 'Oh, that's such a picture! But listen, cunts, do you think I am the only person capable of dominating you, punishing you, of using you for pleasure?'

The bound mother and daughter shook their heads together.

'Of course not. I meet other Mistresses - not Masters as I have little interest in men, you will be relieved to know. You see, these so-called Masters tend to want slaves for sex rather than the purity of bondage and domination. We females are more spiritually attuned to giving pain and gaining pleasure from it. Now, don't misunderstand me: I do have sexual needs and you will have to satisfy them as I dictate at some point. But you aren't here for sex and before you shout or protest, I do not have sex with minors.' At this the Mistress winked at the nine year old. 'But there again, when she's old enough...'

The Mistress ate a little more and then resumed. 'As I was saying. Your second question is irrelevant. Could be years, could be weeks. I could hand you over to another Mistress - or Mistresses - for a short time or a long time or whatever. I decide, while you simply endure, suffer and serve.

Another pause while more food was consumed. 'A lot depends on how fast you learn. I should say it takes as long as it takes. Some slaves learn quickly, some slowly. But they all learn, just as you will learn in time. You probably feel you have learnt a lot already this weekend and, to some degree, you have. I have rather fast-tracked this I admit: some of my slaves didn't get a good flogging for several weeks. One of them didn't even get gagged for almost four months. But she was... well, special. I needed her tongue often.' At this the Mistress grinned at the memory.

'But, and this is important, ultimately everything is done to a slave. At the moment that won't mean much to you. It will, in time. I predict in a year's time you'll look back and be amazed at how far you've come on this road of submission and humiliation.' The woman laughed. 'Oh I will be humiliating you, insulting you, debasing you, making you submit to my every whim. You won't even question why. You will be eager to please but even that won't be the object of the exercise. You will submit because that is your nature. Pleasing people won't be part of it, because that will mean you are doing it consciously, as if you have a choice to make it better or bigger or brighter. You can't, not when you are a true slave. You have no choice. Like breathing or sleeping, it will be an essential part of you. Without it, you would be nothing.'

Kathy gulped and nodded, her cunt getting wet again. She twitched in her seat, hoping to gain some relief but not daring to make too much of it. She had the feeling that her sexual relief wasn't part of the process, not part of her time ahead as a slave.

The Mistress finished what she was eating and then sat back. 'I'm going to enjoy having you two as slaves, I can see. With the right training you will be perfect. Now, Kellycunt, you haven't said anything yet. A question perhaps, like your stupid mother.'

Kelly cleared her throat. 'Please Mistress, what about tomorrow?'

The blonde teacher laughed. 'Tomorrow... well, there is no tomorrow for slaves. Only today. Only now. You have no plans, no ambition other than be a slave, no desire other than to submit. You have -'

'No... please Mistress, I meant school.'

The woman frowned at the little girl's interruption. 'For interrupting me, little shit, you will be punished in a while,' she said coldly. Then she brightened. 'But I can see, just like at school, you little Kelly always want to know the practicalities. Well, it isn't an unreasonable question. Tomorrow, you will go to school. As I will go there, to teach. You will be a good pupil and of course, not say word about this, about me or us.' The woman flicked her eyes to Kathy. 'You will go to work and the same restriction is on you. The difference between tomorrow and any previous Monday is that I will tell you both what you can wear and of course you will be coming home to a new life. You will be slaves in this house for now and continue appearing to have a normal life - whatever that is - outside. For the time being at least.'

Kathy nodded, wanting to ask another question. The Mistress either sensed it and ignored her or simply took no notice.

'Kathywhore,' said the Mistress. 'Your slut of a daughter interrupted me earlier. She needs punishment and you will provide it.'

'Yes mistress,' said Kathy, wondering what would happen now.

'You will shuffle your chair over to your daughter and she will open her mouth. You will spit in her mouth as I did to her earlier.'

Kathy, to her horror, felt a new, deeper twitch in her sex. She gulped and nodded before shuffling her chair the few inches to Kelly, who had dutifully opened her mouth and tilted her head to her mother, eyes closed.

The mother hawked up plenty of moisture and spat noisily into Kelly's open mouth. The child gulped it down.

'Again, cunt,' said the Mistress. 'This time into her face. Kelly, shut your mouth and open your eyes.'

The girl did and Kathy spat a stream of saliva over her daughter's innocent, pretty face, making the child flinch at the impact.

'Now,' laughed the blonde, 'lick it off her face and spit it all into her mouth.'

Kathy, her cunt nearly creaming at the thrill of it all, licked the trickles of her spit of the child's face and then made sure she had plenty more to spit into the open mouth. Like a baby bird at feeding time, as the Mistress called it.

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'This is your punishment,' said the Mistress to Kathy, 'your lesson is staying silent no matter what. The pain will be all for dear little Kelly. You will simply kneel alongside her and say nothing, do nothing. You will observe and not react. If you do, if you try to stop me, then all this will be over.'

Kathy, kneeling naked next to the place she had been bound earlier, widened her eyes. 'You mean... you'll leave us.'

'Correct,' said the blonde as she finished tying Kelly's arms so she was standing, legs apart on her toes, spreadeagled the way her mother had been earlier when the woman was flogged. 'I could get you to administer the punishment but that might please you in some way. So, you will simply watch Kelly being tortured.'

The child's eyes widened at the word "torture" bit the Mistress ignored the reaction. 'You'll have a good view from there. If you stay quiet, not saying anything, until I have finished we shall go on from here. Just to add to your torment I am not going to gag the little bitch. I want you to hear her scream, beg for mercy, plead... whatever she chooses. And you will do what?'

'I will do nothing to help her, Mistress.'

'Good. Remember, if you want me to go - if you and she want to be free - you will try to stop me, or beg me to stop. I don't care if Kelly begs you to do something to stop me, this is trust, understood? You are putting all your trust, your faith, your future in me. Break this and I shall never come back to you. You two will be on your own.'

Kathy nodded. She understood. 'How shall I kneel exactly Mistress?'

'However you want, though remember you are a slave. Oh yes, and you keep your eyes open all the time. You are here to watch and learn.'

Kathy nodded again and put her hands behind her back. She had hoped for permission to touch herself. She would have loved to have frigged herself as Kelly was punished but Mistress wouldn't allow that, she was sure.

'Dear sweet, Kelly,' said the Mistress, turning her attention to the bound child. 'It has been so good knowing you.'

Kathy opened her mouth to ask: what do you mean? But she knew at the same moment the test had started. No matter what, she had to be silent. Stand still and do nothing, say nothing.

The Mistress smiled and started slowly to undress. Kathy gulped: she had not seen the teacher naked: the nearest had been seeing her in Kathy's own nightdress. The woman was slowly unbuttoning her black silk blouse, peeling it back off her strong, firm shoulders and back. She had a black lace bra on and it fitted perfectly, pushing the pale twin globes of the blonde's perfect breasts up. The woman unzipped her lack knee length skirt and let it fall, stepping out of it. She was wearing a black lace garter belt and stockings, a pair of small black lace panties. She slid those off first, then unhooked the bra and once her breasts were free she carefully undid the garters and rolled the stockings down her perfectly shaped legs before slipping out of the garter belt. She looked magnificent naked, right down to the small neatly clipped vee of blonde pubic hair at her crotch. Dizzily, Kathy thought of being on her knees, licking between the woman's legs, feeling that perfectly trimm ed matt of hair on her lips as her tongue sought the woman's clit.

Even Kelly was staring at the woman's body as if it meant something to her, too. Kathy wondered if her daughter was as hot between her legs as she was. God, she thought, I might have to fight Kelly for the right to lick that pussy one day, she thought with a jolt.

The woman ran her own hands over her body and narrow waist as if to emphasize her shape and then turned away from the bound child and the docile mother to her purse.

The naked woman produced a small bag and opened it to reveal needle and thread. Red thread at that. Kathy almost gave a small gasp as untold horrors welled in her. Kelly too was staring, though more with a mix of curiosity and fear rather than the sheer terror she ought to have been feeling as she hung by her wrists, her toes stretching to try to support her weight.

The Mistress threaded the needle carefully. 'Kelly is a virgin. At least I hope she is. And I think she must stay that way until I decide otherwise. Therefore, I am going to sew up her little cunt.'

Sew. Up. Her. Little. Cunt. The words hammered into Kathy like blows from a heavyweight boxer's fists.

The Mistress was enjoying this. 'Sew it up as a reminder that it is mine, it is for me to decide what happens to it.' She flashed a smile at Kathy, looking horrified, but who hadn't moved or spoken, though behind her back Kathy's hands clenched, her palms sweating. Inside her heart was thundering, her stomach churning, her legs like jelly. Her cunt, shamefully, was on fire.

The reality of it all suddenly struck the child. She began screaming, crying, begging. She kept saying no, over and over again. Screeching, begging. Then she added, 'No! Mom, do something, Stop her. Please, mom!' The needle approached, the cries grew more frantic. Each scream, each plea from her daughter was like a stab to the heart for Kathy. Tears welled in her eye but she blinked them away. She had been told to watch, no matter what. All she could do was bite her own tongue, clench her hands and hope.

The needle brushed the child's open cunt lips and Kelly screamed and begged her mom to stop the woman. 'Stop her please mommy.' Not Mistress anymore, just "her".

The needle was sharp and it went through the labia effortlessly. Kelly screamed and twisted but the Mistress was holding the child's hip with one hand, steadying the girl. The needle went through the other labia lip just as easily, red thread between them, a pinprick of blood on each labia lip. The screams were heart rending, gut wrenching, as the needle wove back and forth, the thread tightening, pulling the lips of the child's sex together, sealing it. Tiny drops of blood dripped, bright, on to the carpet below Kelly's feet as they attempted to dance.

'Mommy,' wailed the child at the pain. 'Ohpleaseoplease! Aaagh! Please help me!'

Kathy clenched her teeth her hands, felt the incredible spasm in her cunt at the sight of this barbarity against her sweet little daughter, watched horrified and thrilled beyond measure as the needle shimmered, red thread, red blood as it wove between the closed flesh. The child's cunt was a slit now, crisscrossed with red, not an opening any more. Another drop of blood fell, on to the rod that kept Kelly's ankles apart. The child slumped suddenly in her ropes, her breathing ragged. Mistress though hadn't finished quite. She carefully knotted the thread to tie it off and then stood, showing the needle with blood on it, blood on her fingers to Kathy.

'What are you going to do, cunt?' asked the Mistress.

Kathy made no move, made no sound. She wanted to cry and howl and tear this woman apart for that cruelty. She wanted desperately to climax, fingering herself as she watched her daughter hang there, sewn up. Most of all though she wanted to serve this woman.

Kathy, hurt and wounded as her child was, did nothing. She didn't even try to wipe the tears away that ran down her flushed cheeks, dripping on to her large breasts with nipples erect.

The Mistress smiled, not like a smirk, but with a touch of kindness. She looked as if she might say something comforting but she turned away and put the needle back in the bag.

'You've passed,' she said as she turned back. 'You will be an excellent slave Kathy, as will your daughter Kelly. Now, if you want, you may frig yourself. I know you want to.'

Kathy did immediately. She knelt, legs apart, watched by this woman, beautiful and proud and strong - her owner - while she plunged her hand between her spread legs, into her sopping wet cunt, rapidly bringing herself to a climax. She stared at the red thread, the blood, on her daughter's sex, aware that Kelly had her eyes open now and was, dully, watching her mother masturbate in front of her. Kelly's own mother had been excited at seeing her daughter tortured, watching her suffer without doing anything to hinder or stop it.

She was a true slave now, she glowed within.

Kelly had other thoughts. She felt pain and anger and now humiliation as her mother gave a loud cry, her orgasm exploding through her on her own fluttering fingers. But Kelly, despite the dripping tears and the agonies in her small body, also would admit later that amongst all the pain in her own cunny was a feeling of pleasure like she'd never known before.

The child just wished she could touch herself now. Gently, of course, but to see how much pleasure she could spark in herself. And she'd want to later, if she could see what she wanted to see.

'Please Mistress,' whispered Kelly, lifting her tear streaked face. 'Will you sew up slave Kathy too, like me?'