Pedo Stories

Momentum 

“

 The greater the power, the more dangerous the abuse.

” 
Edmund Burke

‘How did you feel when you took that?’ Daniel asked after Melanie had sent him the picture she’d taken of Becky in the disabled toilet.

‘Like I was losing control, master,’ she replied in a curious, thoughtful voice.

‘And are you?’

Melanie paused, looked up into the camera. ‘Absolutely. Isn’t that what you wanted?’

‘Not quite,’ Daniel replied. ‘What I wanted was for you to want it, for you to be as aroused and intoxicated and hungry to push further and further as I am. Do you understand why?’

‘Almost, I think. I’ve been thinking about this. If you were here for just me you wouldn’t involve her. If you were her for her then you wouldn’t involved me. So you have to be here for us both. Sounds obvious but it didn’t feel that way when it came to me.’

‘Go on...’ Daniel encouraged

Melanie frowned a little. ‘And that’s because I belong to you but she belongs to us both?’ and the upturned tone made a statement into a question.

‘Go on...’ he said again.

‘And when we’re apart, for me, that’s ok because I know what I am, but she doesn’t understand what she’s going to be.’ She smiled, nodded. ‘And if I was only doing this for you and not for me as well, then I wouldn’t want to keep teaching her what she is when you weren’t around.’

‘I have to know that when I turn my back, my slave is going to continue teaching and training Becky to be the willing, obedient fucktoy we both deserve.’

‘The need I feel for all of this... Jesus. It’s unbelievable, master, like a fever, you know? Like something’s set me on fire inside. It’s... endless and it’s just getting hotter and hotter and wanting more and more. I don’t know where it will stop.’

This time Daniel paused and when he spoke his voice was a whisper, almost melancholic in tone.

‘My slave, it never stops, it never eases and it’s never, ever satisfied. The further you walk down this path, the more you understand how far it goes and how dark it becomes.’

Melanie listened, rapt.

‘The only question is if you want to try and turn away from it, from where it will lead you.’

She was shaking her head before he finished the sentence.

‘Even if I did want to, I don’t think I can.’ She smiled, gave a little shrug. ‘I’m an addict, aren’t I?’

‘We both are,’ Daniel said, and then, ‘Where is she?’

‘She’s in her room sleeping, master, which she’s not been doing too well lately. I gave her half a Xanax and she went out about 10 minutes later.’

‘You gave her a Xanax?’ Daniel said, surprised.’

Melanie nodded. ‘Yes, master. A full one sends me out of it so I figured half would do the same for her. She needed to sleep.’

‘Ever given her one before?’

‘No,’ said Melanie. ‘Never needed to. She always slept well but recently... she’s been a bit... anxious. Worried.’

There was a few seconds silence.

‘How wet did you get giving her it, watching her swallow it down with water or whatever?’ and his voice was full of knowing.

Melanie smiled a little shamefacedly. ‘Pretty wet, I think. I mean, I didn’t check, master, but yeah, it felt good to dope her. It felt... right, I guess.’ And then, almost as an afterthought, she added, ‘All of this feels right.’

‘How long has she been out?’

Melanie leaned forward to look at the pc clock. ‘Three hours nearly,’ she said.

‘Ok, give her another hour or so and then wake her up and the shower with her. I want you both scrubbed pink.’

‘Yes, master,’ Melanie replied with a smile. ‘And then?’

‘I want to see how she behaves with you on the Xanax, first and foremost, see if she’s a little more... obliging. So when she’s clean and dry, dress her up and make her up. You can lay it all out while you’re waiting. But don’t take too long; we have something to do...’

Melanie nodded, the smile bigger. ‘Yes, master.’ She paused, eyes bright and hopeful. ‘Are we going to... push?’

She could almost hear his smile. ‘You’re my slave, girl, and you’re collared to that effect. She’s our slave, so I think it’s only right she be collared, too. Don’t you?’

Melanie licked her lips without even knowing it. ‘God, yes.’

It hadn’t taken too much gentle shaking to wake Becky up, but that didn’t mean she was actually awake. Her eyes had a glassy look to them, though the waxy pallor and smudged eyes had lessened noticeably. Her face was almost flushed, and when she sat up with her feet dangling over the edge of the bed, Melanie saw she swayed slightly and blinked with slow stupor.

‘A shower will freshen us both up, eh, angel?’ Melanie said, taking Becky’s hand. The child followed without hesitation.

Before a shower, though, Melanie told Becky to go to the toilet. She didn’t really know why except to see how Becky would respond and was oddly excited when Becky just looked at her a little bit dimly and then did so.

Melanie ran the shower to a not-too-hot temperature and listened, still inexplicably aroused, to her daughter having a wee. It was only when the sound stopped and Becky hadn’t moved that Melanie realised the girl was doing a number 2, as well. Again that odd shiver of excitement ran through Melanie and she realised it was because the child was simply obeying, that there was no questioning glance, no worried look and no protestations. Becky was, as Daniel had guessed she would be, more obliging.

‘You’re a good girl, Becky,’ Melanie praised and Becky looked at her with a dopey, stupid smile. ‘When you’re all nice and clean, mommy’s going to shower with you and we’re both going to be clean for Daniel. Would you like that?’

Just for a second or two, there was doubt and that familiar furrow in the centre of the forehead the ‘do I have to?’ frown all mothers see at some point or another. Becky’s mouth skewed in confused reluctance, her cheek gave a small twitch and then she seemed to shrink a little, like she’d...

Given up... Melanie thought. Not a lot but some, at least. Accepted her fate?

Becky nodded and slipped from the toilet, reaching for the paper.

It was obvious Becky didn’t like her mother’s increasingly confident, increasing intimate touch but she didn’t resist, didn’t make a sound. Melanie tapped her thighs and Becky opened them, watching her mother with something that could have been mistaken as indifference if not for the studied attention she paid her mother. Melanie smiled at her daughter as she reached the soapy cloth between Becky’s legs and gently, repeatedly, stroked, caressed and rubbed her cunt and ass.

‘Feel good, baby?’ Melanie asked, squatting down, her free hand between her own thighs, the hot, hard nub of her clit pulsing under fingertips.

Becky nodded, giving the faint, unconvincing smile of a child who’s been giving a gift they don’t want but has to be polite to the giver anyway, the ‘it’s ok, I guess’ smile that, to mothers, is as familiar as the ‘do I have to?’ smile.

Melanie smiled and let the cloth fall away so she could feel her daughter’s sex flesh on flesh.

‘God, Becky, your pussy’s so hot,’ she said and her voice dripped with hunger that she barely kept in check.

Not yet , Melanie whispered to herself. Soon, though.

After drying, they went to Melanie’s bedroom and Becky lay on the bed, naked and semi-dozing, while her mother dressed. Melanie had chosen a simple outfit to give more time to spend on Becky, just black hold-up fishnets, flimsy, silk panties and a short, clingy black chemise that came down to mid-thigh. She dried her hair and pulled it back into the high ponytail Daniel preferred and then deftly applied the red lips, mascara eyed look that also pleased him.

Then she turned to Becky’s outfit and dressed her like the doll her stoned demeanour deserved.

Seamed white hold-up stockings with little red bows at the top went on first. They’d been one of the finds in the fancy dress shop and fit well enough, though Melanie had needed to put a stitch or two in the elastic tops to get them to grip Becky’s slim legs properly.

Silky white panties, simple and without frills or decoration, went on next and Melanie couldn’t help but feel that delicious heat through the fabric, her fingers pressing into the uncomplaining Becky’s pussy as the girl watched her with that same intent, dull curiosity.

The bra Melanie fastened Becky into was the smallest A cup she could find and even then it was still on its last fastener before it actually had any tension. Because Becky’s chest showed only the lightest, subtlest trace of breasts, the cups were filled with ‘chicken fillet’ breast enhancers, soft piece of latex that gave shape and definition where there was none. Melanie had actually sprayed adhesive into the cups before pushing the enhancers firmly in place and weighting them down until the glue took. The result wasn’t too bad at all, Melanie thought, and while the bare bra didn’t make Becky look like she had breasts, when covered it would do a passable job.

Over the top of this went a simple, clingy white babydoll, the style lacking any kind of V neck so as to maintain the illusion of Becky having breasts. To Melanie’s eyes, her daughter look delicious; she just hoped Daniel would approve.

To help her cause, she set about giving her daughter the appropriate look for what was to come.

First she pulled Becky’s hair back into a bunch tight enough to make the little girl wince. Her face clear, Melanie smoothed pale foundation onto the girl’s flawless young skin until it gave her an almost perfectly even, alabaster-like complexion. Eye-liner and mascara seemed to open them to an almost eerie state, giving her innocent look a degree of flatly open curiosity. A judicious application of shadow made them even more of a focal point.

Becky’s lips were carefully coated in a thick, shiny bright red lip gloss, turning their natural shape and curves into something closer to a full-blown glamour-girl pout, bee-stung almost.

After giving this look a liberal spray of make-up fixative, Melanie set about Becky’s hair, which she had let grow out, and tying it into two high, loose pigtails that she ended with a small white silk bow each.

After slipping Becky into her high heels, something the girl teetered and shuffled awkwardly in when asked to do anything more than stand still, Melanie thought Becky was finally fit for her master’s eyes.

When he came online, Melanie, heart racing, was sat waiting for him. The camera connected to send the picture of her sat on the edge of the bed, legs apart, Becky stood, docile as a lamb, between them.

There was a few seconds silence where all Melanie heard was his breathing which deepened and seemed to sigh both with contentment and need.

‘Beautiful,’ Daniel whispered. ‘Just beautiful.’

‘Stay still, Becky,’ Melanie whispered and slipped easily from the bed. She lifted the camera from its position and slowly trailed up and around and down over the still quite out of it Becky, taking in the stockings and the bows and the lips and much, much more. She paused over the side on profile so as to show-off Becky’s ‘breasts’ and even pushed up the hem of her babydoll so as to let her master see the small, silky front panel of her panties.

The tour finished, she set the camera back down and retook her position behind Becky.

‘Master?’ Melanie asked in a tight, excited voice.

‘Yes, slave?’ Daniel answered and she could hear his pleasure and arousal.

‘Are you pleased by how I’ve prepared her for tonight?’

Daniel gave a low, murmured sigh. ‘Very much so. You both look exquisite... flip sides of the same coin, in a way.’

Melanie smiled at that.

I was a mother first and a submissive second. Now I am a slave first and a mother second. This is due to the guidance and discipline of you, my master.

Becoming your slave, learning of your desires and needs and, in doing so, discovering my own match them perfectly, I find that I wish to embrace my true nature with absolute unrestraint and, in doing so, further embrace my true place and purpose as your slave.

Therefore master, I offer to you my only child in the hope you will help and encourage me to train, shape and remake her to the purpose we both ache for, and create a slave that serves as we see fit, a fucktoy for our pleasure and amusement.

I wish to raise my daughter to satisfy us both in whatever ways we see fit. I know that you cannot always be here and so I commit to continuing her education in your absence but always with you in mind, teaching her every night and every day without fail until she understands her new life and learns to appreciate it.

And I place no limits or conditions on her training; it shall take whatever form best pleases us, regardless of the effect it may have on my child. Again, I offer to you my commitment that I will take your desires and make them a reality, making my hands into your hands, guided in their touch be that tender or brutal.

This I offer to you of my own free will with neither expectation nor demand in return. All I hope for, master, is to be able to prove and demonstrate my utter devotion to you.

Will you accept my offering, master?

Melanie finished reading the words they had written together earlier and, though it wasn’t perfect, there was a ceremonial, ritualistic quality to her kneeling, thighs apart, hands resting on her thighs palms up, and speaking into the camera that both of them enjoyed.

‘I accept your offering, my slave,’ Daniel said in a soft, almost reverential tone. ‘I wish you to collar the child as proof of we claim her as property and that collar shall mark that we both own her and that we are both responsible for her training.’

Melanie closed her eyes briefly as if in rapture and produced the small, wide black leather collar that, like her own, was plain and simple with only a single O ring at the front. Reaching around Becky, who jumped a little as if caught by surprise, she folded the collar to the little girl’s neck and then buckled it tightly in place, the skin dented slightly under the pressure of the leather.

‘You may kiss our new fucktoy, my slave...’ Daniel said and Melanie thought he might have been holding his breath in anticipation.

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