While her mommy was out shopping, eighteen year old Jordan sat relaxed in the Family Room of her family's home. Dressed in gray sweats, she leaned against one arm of a black leather sofa with her legs curled up under her. An evil smile began to form upon her lovely face which was framed by long flowing black hair cascading well below her shoulders. The cause of Jordan's devilish amusement came from the diary which she had been reading for over an hour.

The diary was in fact a sexual journal written by Jordan's father who had passed away three months previous. The contents revealed in great detail the kinky sex life he had shared with Jordan's mommy. Jordan had always known that her mommy was quite docile, especially when her father was about the house. However, Jordan was shocked to learn of the true nature of their relationship. Revealed in his own hand writing, Jordan learned that her mommy had actually been her father's submissive slave girl. The diary detailed all the kinky things the couple had been involved in over the years, including bondage and discipline, public humiliation and exhibitionism. The diary also made it quite clear that Jordan's mommy was at least very bi-sexual if not an outright lesbian. It was also quite evident from the journal that Jordan's mommy relished her submissive role.

After all that she had read, Jordan wasn't surprised to find a DVD in the back of the book. Curious about its contents, Jordan padded barefoot upstairs to her bedroom. Inserting the disk into her computer, Jordan found the disk contained pictures and videos of her mommy in every kinky sexual pose imaginable. Almost all the pictures showed Jordan's mommy in the buff or very sexy lingerie which didn't hide much. There were pictures of her mommy being spanked and whipped, as well as many bondage poses. Many of the pictures showed Jordan's mommy in various sexual poses, giving both men and women oral sex, bent over and being banged in the bottom by both sexes, and several of the digital pictures showed Mommy's face covered with the cum of several men.

Jordan suddenly found herself envying her mommy's nude female form. Mommy's short strawberry blonde hair suited her oval face with its high cheek bones and chiseled chin. Her mommy's breasts were larger than Jordan had ever imagined, certainly a healthy D-cup with only a hint of sag. And, while Jordan knew her mommy was 6 inches taller than her own 5 foot 5 inch frame, Jordan had never realized just how long and shapely her legs were. Mommy's trim waist flared into softly rounded hips that women half her age would envy.

As Jordan continued to gaze at her computer screen, she heard her mommy yell from the first floor, "Jordan, I am home." The thoughts that had been floating around in Jordan's head all afternoon suddenly surged forth. In a flash, Jordan knew what she had to do. Jordan pulled the DVD she had been browsing from her computer and placed it back in her father's diary. Taking the diary in her hand, Jordan headed downstairs.

Mommy was still bringing in shopping bags from the car when Jordan got to the kitchen. She was in a cheerful mood as she bought in the trophies of her shopping spree. "Give me a hand won't you, Jordan," she asked brightly, "just wait 'til you see all the things I brought." Jordan didn't move to help, or even respond to her mommy's request. Jordan took silent amusement with the look of disgust that her mommy flashed.

As her mommy retreated towards the garage for more packages, Jordan took great delight in watching the provocative swing of her mommy's hips. The hem of the short satiny blue, wrap around dress fell to about mid thigh and only added to the sexual appeal of Mommy's long legs. The sexy formfitting dress showed off all the curves of Mommy's hour glass figure to their best advantage. She also wore a pair of blue four inch high heels which had the effect of amplifying her already prominent ass. The dress' V shaped neckline dipped between Mommy's well formed breasts and held them like two ripe melons.

After a couple more trips, Mommy had completed her chore. Putting down the last of her packages, Mommy walked over to the breakfast bar to stand across the counter from where her daughter was seated.

"The least you could have done was help me." Mommy stated firmly.

"Yeaaaa I guess I could have, Christina," Jordan replied with icy disrespect.

Mommy shook her head, and hotly shot back, "You know I hate it when you call me by my first name. What on earth has gotten into you lately?"

"The question is what am I going to do with you, Mommy," Jordan replied sarcastically as an evil smirk curled her pouty lips.

Mommy's face began to turn red, a clear signal of her growing anger, "Now STOP that this instant, Jordan, you know I hate that name, Mommy."

"I know, Mommy," was Jordan's cold retort.

Mommy's patience was clearly running out, "Young lady I have just about had it with your attitude lately. We ..."

Abruptly, without waiting for her mommy to finish, Jordan sweetly changed the subject, "Wouldn't you like to know what I have been reading the last few days, Mommy?"

"No I would not. We have to ...,"

Again Jordan interrupted her mommy with innocent sweetness, "It's father's journal." Sliding the book across the counter to her mommy Jordan added, "Here, maybe you'll find it as interesting as I have."

"What?" Mommy seemed a bit surprised. "Your father didn't keep a journal."

"Yea, he did," Jordan almost purred as she stood and began to walk around the counter to stand closer to her mommy. You should read it Mommy. There is a lot of stuff about you in it."

Mommy visibly gulped unsure of what to do. "Well ...ahh ... I'll look at it later."

In the blink of an eye Jordan decided upon a "pre-emptive" strike of "shock and awe". Without warning, Jordan pulled her arm back and delivered a bitch slap which landed squarely on her mommy's left cheek. The loud slapping noise exploded throughout the room at the same instant Mommy squealed with pain and shock as her head snapped to her right. She barely had time to recover before Jordan struck again with another bitch slap to the same cheek.

"I know what a bitch you are, Mommy," Jordan laughed. Jordan again bitch slapped her mommy, not allowing her a chance to regain her senses. "You're nothing but a slut." Another bitch slap lashed Mommy's cheek, this one was more powerful than the others.

Mommy's knees buckled and she stumbled, falling to the floor. But Jordan didn't allow her a reprieve as she grabbed a hand full of blonde hair and pulled her back to her feet. Tears streamed down Mommy's cheeks as she instinctively whimpered, "pleasssssss."

"You were nothing more than daddy's sex slave..." Jordan sweetly purred as she slapped her mommy again. "...just a submissive cock loving slave bitch." Jordan's words stung her mommy nearly as much as her unrelenting slaps. "I know everything, Mommy," Jordan continued. "I know you're nothing more than a pussy sucking, ass licking slave slut." With that, Jordan used all her strength to deliver another bitch slap to her mommy's right cheek which sent her sprawling onto the tiled kitchen floor.

Mommy sobbed openly, knowing that everything Jordan had said was true. "And," Jordan continued to torment her mommy with words, "I know something else. I know you loved it. Didn't you, Mommy?"

Mommy lay sprawled on the floor unable to regain her composure. Reaching down, Jordan grabbed the neckline of her mommy's mini dress. Without pausing Jordan began to drag her mommy back to her feet.

"I asked you a question, slut," Jordan literally screamed.

Still in a total state of shock, Mommy was unable to answer while tears continued flooding down her cheeks. Jordan couldn't believe the excitement she felt as she dominated her mommy. The overwhelming sense of power and control sent waves of heat sweeping throughout her youthful body. Much to Jordan's surprise, the heat seemed to land squarely between her legs. Jordan grinned to herself as she realized her years of martial arts training, which Mommy had insisted upon, would now pay unexpected dividends.

In a single fluid motion, Jordan spun her mommy around as she grabbed her right wrist. Twisting Mommy's arm, Jordan forced it high up her back towards her shoulders. Grabbing a handful of her mommy's hair, Jordan pulled her head back as she began to force her towards the front of the house and the stairs to the second floor. Instinctively, Mommy tried to struggle free, but Jordan was far too strong and she only succeed in increasing the stress placed on her shoulder. Jordan forced her mommy up the stairs and then down the hall to the master bedroom suite. Jordan kicked the door closed behind them and pushed her mommy forward towards the middle of the room. With the lightening speed of a wild cat, Jordan spun Mommy again. Mommy was still too stunned to resist as she was for an instant again face to face with her daughter. However, in a flash Jordan placed one of her legs behind her mommy's legs and gave Mommy a shove. Mommy landed on the floor with a house rattling thud.

Not giving her mommy even a second to compose herself, Jordan continued to berate her, "I asked you a question, Mommy. Now answer me, slut."

Mommy continued to sob as she buried her face in her hands and rolled onto her side without a word.

Quickly Jordan grabbed her mommy's hair again, pulling her to her feet. "You love this don't you Mommy," Jordan hissed.

"Don't hurt meeeee," Mommy whimpered.

"WRONG answer, slut," Jordan yelled as she bitch slapped her mommy again.

"Plzzzzzzzz no moreeeeee. God this is soooo wrong."

"Answer the fucking question then bitch," Jordan hissed still holding her mommy by the hair, "or I'll have to hurt you again Mommy."

"Plzzzz nooooooooo," Mommy's moan was barely audible. Without even batting an eye, Jordan pulled her arm back preparing to strike again. Even in her dazed state, Mommy realized that Jordan was about to unleash another slap. "Yeeeeeeessssssssss, I loved it."

Jordan laughed out loud as she let her mommy topple to the floor. "Now that wasn't so tough was it, Mommy?"

For several minutes Jordan allowed her mommy to sob softly on the floor. Jordan took great delight as she gazed upon the gorgeous older woman that lay at her feet. It was even more satisfying to Jordan that the older woman was her mommy. An overwhelming sense of power and control washed over Jordan, making her feel all warm and tingly inside.

Smiling to herself, Jordan continued, "Mommy, get father's camcorder and tripod."

Mommy didn't move from her position on the floor. Reaching down, Jordan grabbed a handful of her mommy's blonde hair and pulled her head off the floor. "Did you hear me, slut," Jordan hissed.

Mommy whined quietly, "Jordan this is soooo wrong. We have to talk."

Jordan laughed, ignoring the older woman's pleas, "Mommy, just do as you're told before I have to hurt you again." To accent her words, Jordan lifted her mommy's head a little higher off the floor, "Do you want me to hurt you again Mommy?"

"Ohhhhh god noooo, don't hurt me please, Jordan," was Mommy's hurried response.

A cruel sneer formed upon Jordan's cute young face, "You will call me Miss Jordan from now on, Mommy. And I will call you Mommy. Yes, that will work nicely your new name is Mommy."

"I'm your mother, Jordan," Mommy replied bravely.

Losing her patience, Jordan lifted her mommy's head a little higher, and with all the strength she muster bitch slapped the older woman again. "You will call me Miss Jordan," Jordan hissed as she delivered another powerful slap to her mommy's cheek. Tears again flowed down Mommy's cheeks as Jordan lifted her to her feet.

Mommy stood unsteadily in her high heels. "Now, Mommy, I don't want to hurt you anymore but I will if you don't do as you're told." Then with the most evil tone she could marshal, Jordan nearly whispered, "And ... you ... will ... call ... me ... Miss ... Jordan." Then louder and colder she added, "UNDERSTAND, SLUT?"

Mommy simply gazed straight ahead silently as tears continued to stream down her cheeks. An evil gleam filled Jordan's dark brown eyes as she pulled her arm slowly back, preparing to slap her mommy again. Like a dam bursting, the color drained from Mommy's face. She couldn't take any more of her daughter's unmerciful punishment. And much to her disgust, Mommy could no longer deny the sexual fires that burned like an inferno between her legs. She had to admit that she was beaten, beaten by her eighteen year old daughter Jordan, and, beaten by her own submissive sexuality. Mommy was beaten, and she knew it. All that was left to do was to put her capitulation into words.

"Plzzz," Mommy whispered, "Miss ... Jordan don't hurt me anymore."

Jordan laughed out loud right in her mommy's face, "What, Mommy? I couldn't hear you."

"I ... I ... I'll ... I'll do what you want, Miss Jordan," Mommy whimpered louder.

Jordan relaxed a bit and let loose of her mommy's hair, "See, Mommy," Jordan smiled warmly, "that is all you have to do, obey." Then in a more sinister tone Jordan added, "And, you will obey me, Mommy, one way or the other you will OBEY. Understand, slut."

Mommy hesitated only a second before responding, "Yeee ... yeaaa ... yes ... I understand ......... Miss Jordan."

"Now then, slut," Jordan's voice took on a somewhat cheerful tone, "Get out father's camera and tripod, and be snappy about it."

Mommy stood silently as her body quaked.

"Mommy," still using her cheerful tone Jordan warned, "we both know that I'll only hurt you again if you don't obey." Then a darker evil tone Jordan added, "And, you know something, Mommy?" Jordan continued with a smile without giving her mommy a chance to answer, "I like hurting you."

A visible lump formed in Mommy's throat as she began to walk awkwardly towards the closet on unsteady knees. Jordan retreated across the room to a reclining chair where she seated herself. As she crossed the master bedroom towards the huge walk-in closet, Mommy kicked off her high heels. From her seated position Jordan smiled a warm sexy smile as she made a mental note that her mommy had not asked permission to remove her heels.

Mommy disappeared into the closet only to reappear a couple minutes later with the camcorder and tripod. Jordan coolly pointed to a spot on the floor where her mommy was commanded to place the camera. Without a word, Mommy complied with her daughter's order. When the camera was ready, Jordan demanded that her mommy turn it on. She obeyed without complaint.

With a wicked smile on her cute face, Jordan stood and walked to the camera. Then she directed her mommy to stand in a spot several feet in front of the running camera. With a deep sigh, Mommy took her place. Watching the viewfinder, Jordan focused the camera upon her very nervous mommy.

Looking up from the camera, Jordan snapped coldly, "Get naked, bitch."

Mommy gasped audibly as the obscene order stunned her. "What," she asked praying that she had misunderstood her daughter.

"Ohh, Mommy," Jordan nearly purred as she began to walk towards the large cherry armoire in one corner of the bedroom. "Goodness, Mommy," Jordan continued lightly, "I thought we were making such good progress." Reaching the beautiful armoire, Jordan looked over her shoulder at her trembling mommy, "But I suppose I am just going to have to hurt you again." Jordan watched her mommy like a wild animal watches its prey, "Mommy, is daddy's riding crop still in the drawer here?" Not waiting for Mommy to answer Jordan bent over and opened the armoire's bottom drawer. Fumbling around in the drawer for a moment, Jordan found the object of her search. Jordan took the black leather riding crop, which was about three feet long in her hand, and returned to where she had been standing by the camera. As she walked, Jordan tested the flexible rod in her hands and smiled evilly at her mommy.

"Dooooon't ... Miss ... Jordan, dooonnn'ttt hurt me anymore," Mommy pleaded, "plzzzz, I'll do it."

"DO WHAT, SLUT," Jordan demanded as she checked the focus of the camera. Looking up again she continued, "You will learn, Mommy, that there is an easy way to do things and a hard way." Shaking her head, Jordan went on, "And for the life of me I don't understand why you are always choosing the hard way." The dark evil look returned to Jordan's lovely face. "What are you going to do Mommy," Jordan sneered.

The thin film of perspiration glistened upon Mommy's lovely face. She couldn't avoid answering her daughter. Yet the humiliation was almost more than she could bear. Jordan took a menacing step towards her mommy, the riding crop still held tightly in her right hand. Lowering her eyes to the floor with shame, Mommy murmured softly, "I ... I'll ... do what you said." Instantly Jordan charged across the few feet which separated the two women.

Realizing her error, Mommy quickly added, "Miss Jordan ... plzzz plzzz Miss Jordan I'll do what you said."

Jordan took great pride as she watched her mommy cower with fear. She also duly noted her mommy's lapse of respect.

"And, what is that Mommy?" Jordan continued her mommy's mental torment.

Knowing that she had no choice, Mommy whispered, "I ... I ... I'll get ... undressed ... undressed ... Miss Jordan."

Jordan grinned sinisterly, "Ladies, get undressed, Mommy. But you're no lady are you Mommy? What are you, Mommy?"

At her wits end Mommy could think of nothing else to do other than completely surrender to her daughter's wrath. "I ... I ... I'm ... a bitch ... Miss Jordan."

"Yes, Mommy," Jordan sneered, "You're a bitch ... nothing but a dirty old bitch. And dirty old bitches don't undress, they get naked. Now, what did I tell you to do precisely, Mommy? And you had better speak up so the camera and I can hear you."

Mommy knew she was treading on thin ice and she didn't hesitate, responding in a louder voice, "Ahhh ... you ... you told me .... told me to get ... to ... to get ... to get naked .... Miss Jordan."

Reaching up and grabbing her mommy by her short blonde hair, Jordan twisted her mommy's head down so that she could look directly into her eyes. Mommy understood what her young daughter wanted to hear. Avoiding Jordan's eyes, her mommy started, "I want ... I wa."

"Look me in the eye, Bitch," Jordan demanded as she gave her mommy's hair a vicious tug.

Mommy let out a sharp yelp of pain, but obeyed her daughter's demeaning order. Mommy's eyes filled with tears once more as she locked eyes with her eighteen year daughter. "I ... I'll get naked ... Miss Jordan."

"You want to get naked, Mommy?" Jordan upped the ante. Turning around, Jordan strolled back to the camera which was recording her mommy's newest humiliation. "Look at the camera, Mommy," Jordan demanded over her shoulder.

Jordan again checked the camera's focus as her mommy continued her own debasement, "Ye .. Yeaa .. Yes, Miss Jordan ... I ... I want to get naked."

Jordan laughed out loud as she continued to taunt her mommy, "You mean that you want to show me your titties, Mommy? Stand up straight!"

"Yes ... Miss Jordan."

"Yes what, BITCH."

"Yes, Miss .. Jordan, I ... ahh well .. I want to show you my breasts."

"Your what, BITCH?" Jordan insisted.

Mommy wanted to balk, but knew that it would only lead to further punishment. She had to admit that it was much better to appease Jordan than it was to try and defy her. "I want to ... I want to show you ... to show you my titties, Miss Jordan."

"And, your ass, Mommy?"

"Yes ... yes Miss Jordan."

Jordan stormed back to stand directly before her mommy. Realizing that she wouldn't be allowed to get away with anything, Mommy hurriedly tried to rectify her omission, "My ass ... Jordan ...ahhhh ... I mean ... I mean Miss Jordan ... my ass ... I want to show you my ass. ... plzzzz ... just don't hurt me ...plzzz Miss Jordan."
Jordan sneered again enjoying her mommy's plight. Without warning Jordan bitch slapped her mommy again just for the fun of it. The blaze between Jordan's thighs burned brighter as her mommy gasped in agony and cringed with renewed fear. "And your cunt, Mommy, you want to show me your cunt?"

"Ohhhhhh plzzzzzzz plzzzzzz Miss Jordan," Mommy whined.

"You're starting to piss me off again, Mommy. Do you slut? Do you want to show me your cunt?"

Mommy hated herself for it but she had no choice. "Yeaaa ... Yee ... Yes I want to show you my ... ... ... ... cunt ... Miss Jordan."

Momentarily satisfied, Jordan strolled back to the camera. "Look at the camera, slut," Jordan demanded and her mommy obeyed. "Now listen to me, SLUT," Jordan continued, "and listen good. I am getting tired of your bull shit."

Mommy nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot as she listened to her daughter.

"Stand still, BITCH," Jordan hissed before continuing, "When I tell you to strip you will have 20 seconds to get bare ass naked. Do you understand me, SLUT?"

"Ye ... yes Miss Jordan I understand," Mommy stated softly as her tummy turned to Jell-O.

"Believe me," Jordan warned, "if you fail you will be one sorry MOMMY."

With that, Jordan grinned brightly at her mommy. Jordan watched her mommy closely. For several moments Jordan enjoyed the thrilling sense of power she felt as her mommy waited. Jordan clearly took great pleasure watching her mommy's increasing nervousness. The room filled with silence 'til it echoed off the walls. For minutes upon minutes Jordan allowed her mommy to ponder the moment.

"STRIP, SLUT." Jordan couldn't stifle a sexy burst of giggles as her mommy's hands immediately flew into action. Jordan began to count out loud. Jordan laughed out loud, amazed that her mommy's satiny blue dress lay on the floor before she had reached "five". Under her dress Mommy wore a white panty and bra set. Even through Jordan had seen her mommy many times in a bikini she still awed by the way she filled out her 38D bra to the bursting point. Mommy's hard nipples showed clearly through the sheer material of the bra.

Mommy paid no attention to her leering daughter as she began to fumble with the hooks at the back of her bra. In her dazed and somewhat confused state, Mommy fumbled with the hooks unsuccessfully. Jordan's count reached "ten". Suddenly Mommy turned her attention to her panties, peeling them down her long shapely legs and kicking them off. "Fifteen," Jordan counted. Panic stricken, Mommy reached behind herself and without bothering with the bra hooks simply ripped the narrow back strap apart tearing the flimsy material. Mommy shrugged her shoulders and the skimpy bra fell to the floor just as Jordan counted, "Twenty."

Mommy instantly crossed an arm over her breasts and used her other hand to try and cover her secret female parts. Jordan smiled broadly as she watched her mommy try to hide her shame. Quickly Jordan's amusement took a dark turn as she ordered her mommy to raise her arms over her head. Mommy hesitated for just a few seconds.

Jordan snapped coldly, "Instant obedience, SLUT. That is what I expect. And, that is what I will get one way or another." As her mommy raised her hands high over her head Jordan made another mental note of her mommy's failure. "Spread your legs, SLUT," Jordan demanded. Her mommy moved her feet shoulder width apart. "Wider, SLUT," Jordan wanted more.

Mommy complied.

Somewhat satisfied with her mommy's position, Jordan moved behind the camera. "Open your eyes, BITCH," Jordan commanded, "Open your eyes and look straight at the camera."

Mommy obeyed even as her naked body visibly trembled. Then Jordan used the zoom function of the camera to fill the view finder with her mommy's naked image. Starting with her mommy's red and make-up smeared face, Jordan panned the camera down the length of her mommy's quaking body. Jordan spent a long minute allowing the camera to record her mommy's nudity. As she recorded, Jordan paid special attention to her mommy's magnificent titties and the secret area between her thighs.

As if speaking to herself, Jordan casually mentioned, "Your pussy hair will never do, mommy."

After panning the camera down her mommy's long sleek legs Jordan ordered her mommy to turn around. Mommy didn't waste any time in complying obediently. After turning her back to the camera, Mommy resumed her spread legged position while again raising her arm high over her head.

"Bend over and spread your ass cheeks, SLUT," Jordan ordered.

Her mommy continued to obey without complaint. For several minutes Jordan kept the camera focused squarely on her mommy's wide open slit. Jordan zoomed the camera in as close as she could upon her mommy's treasure spot. Jordan couldn't believe her eyes as she noticed that her mommy's pussy lips were slightly puffy with desire and actually glistened with her female juices. Grinning from ear to ear, Jordan left the camera running and walked to her mommy. Standing to one side so that she wouldn't block the camera's view, Jordan ran her hand through her mommy's wet slit. This drew an audible response from her mommy as her naked body shook. Teasingly, Jordan ran a finger over her mommy's clit. This brought another moan of pleasure. The new sensations caused Mommy's body to shake involuntarily.

Jordan couldn't help but admonish her mommy playfully, "You are such a whore, Mommy. Be still, SLUT."

Mommy gritted her teeth and tried desperately to control herself. That proved impossible, as Jordan slipped a finger slowly into her pussy. Biting her lip, Mommy frantically tried to ignore the growing wave of lust which was crashing down upon her. Ever so slowly, Jordan's finger forced its way into her mommy's love hole. Then just as slowly, Jordan began to pull her finger out. Jordan had to snicker as she felt her mommy's cunt muscles clinch at her finger as it was removed. A gasp of clear disappointment escaped Mommy's lips as Jordan finally pulled her finger all the way out.

Without giving her mommy a chance to recover, Jordan shoved her finger deep into Mommy's ass. The moan of pain her mommy emitted warmed Jordan's black heart. Then just as quickly as she had inserted it, Jordan pulled her finger out her mommy's ass. Jordan kept her finger just an inch from her mommy's ass where she knew that the camera was still focused. Telling her mommy not to move her hands, Jordan ordered her to turn around. While still maintaining her bent over position, Mommy turned until Jordan's finger was just inches from her mouth. Jordan's free hand moved to cup her mommy's left tittie as it jiggled freely under her torso. Playfully, Jordan began to toy with her mommy's nipple. Then as an evil smirk formed upon her lips, Jordan took her mommy's nipple between her finger nails and began to apply gentle pressure. At the same time, Jordan moved the finger that had been in her mommy's ass to her mommy's lips. Mommy quickly realized what she had to do to save her innocent nipple. Without even being told, Mommy opened her mouth and took Jordan's nasty finger between her lips as if it her a mini cock. Jordan laughed and made another mental note. A warm glow spread over Jordan's body as she thought of the severe punishment that her mommy was earning for herself.

For the time being, Jordan was content to allow her mommy to tend to her finger as if she were sucking a cock. Jordan giggled as she thought of how many cocks had been stuffed between the lips that now ministered to her finger. It was obvious from the way she worked her tongue around Jordan's finger that Mommy was a well practiced cock sucker.

Pulling her finger from her mommy's sucking lips and taking a step backwards, Jordan ordered her mommy to place her hands behind her back and to kneel. While her mommy complied, Jordan commanded, "And make sure your keep your fucking knees are spread wide, SLUT." Not pleased with the way her mommy was sitting back on her thighs, Jordan demanded, "Kneel straight up, SLUT." Instantly Mommy obeyed. As her mommy knelt obediently with her hands behind her head, Jordan walked back to the camera and refocused the view. Not pleased with the way her mommy's titties were displayed for the camera, Jordan ordered, "Pull your elbows back, SLUT." This had the desired effect, as Mommy's defenseless titties were forced out and up. Jordan took a few seconds to fully enjoy the sight.

Leaving her position near the camera, Jordan began to walk around her kneeling mommy, enjoying her mature beauty from every angle. Then Jordan continued her mommy's torment. "You certainly are a fine piece of fuck meat, Mommy," Jordan complimented her mommy. "But we have a problem," Jordan went on, "Your bare legged, and only ladies go bare legged. Jordan paused for a long moment allowing her words to sink in. "But," Jordan started then paused again, "you're no lady are you, SLUT?"

Taking a deep breath, Mommy replied, "Na ... NO .... Miss Jordan."

Jordan stopped circling her mommy to stand right in front of the older woman, only three inches in front of her. Looking down on her mommy, Jordan demanded she look her in the eye. After Mommy had obeyed, Jordan went on harshly, "No what, SLUT? Use proper English and complete sentences. Now let's try again. You're no lady are you, SLUT?"

Gathering all of her courage, Mommy took another step into depravity as she stammered, "No ... Miss ... Jordan ... I ... I am not ... not a lady."

Jordan upped the ante coldly, "So what are you, SLUT?"

Jordan grinned as her mommy visibly swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. Considering her options, Mommy realized that she had no choice but answer her daughter's sickening question. "I ...," she started as her voice quivered, "I ... I'm a ... slut ... Miss Jordan."

"LOUDER, SLUT," Jordan hissed.

"I'm ... I'm a slut, Miss Jordan ... a dirty slut," Mommy replied louder than before.

"Yes you are, Mommy," Jordan was still enjoying her mommy's humiliation, "you're nothing but a fucking slut. Look at me, slut."

Mommy again lifted her eyes to lock with those of her daughter.

Grinning as her powerless mommy staring into her eyes, Jordan outlined the next game. "Sluts don't go bare legged do they, SLUT?" Not allowing her mommy time to answer Jordan went on, "Sluts wear nylons and garter belts don't they SLUT?"

"Ye ...yes ... Miss Jordan ... sluts wear a garter-belt and nylons."

"Well then we have a problem don't we, SLUT," Jordan grinned down upon her mommy as she spoke.

"Yes, Miss Jordan ... we have a problem."

"Well, it's a problem that is easily corrected," Jordan went on. "I know that you have a pink leather garter belt and matching nylons."

Mommy listened closely as she continued to keep her elbows pulled well back displaying her naked titties in the obscene fashion that seemed to please Jordan.

"I also know that you have a pair of pink high heels. Your 'pink cum fuck me heels' I believe is the way that daddy referred to them. You have three minutes to get them on and be back here kneeling just as you are now." Walking back to the camera Jordan asked her mommy if she understood.

"Yes ... Miss Jordan, I .. understand completely."

"Then do it, SLUT. Do it NOW," Jordan demanded, as she noted the seconds on her watch. Mommy quickly began to stand, but her weakened knees wouldn't hold her and she stumbled, toppling back to the floor.

Laughing at her mommy's awkward efforts, Jordan urged her mommy on, "Get moving, SLUT, you have already wasted ten seconds."

Mommy was finally able to stand, but it was clear that her ordeal was beginning to wear her down. Jordan followed her mommy's movements with the camera. Mommy walked unsteadily to a dresser and bent to open a bottom drawer. Jordan made sure to zoom the camera in to catch an obscene view of her mommy's bent over ass. Mommy rummaged through the drawer for several seconds tossing various items on to the floor until she came to the pink garter belt and nylons she had been searching for. Jordan took special delight as she watched the weary woman hurry as best she could. Mommy took the desired items in her hands and began to walk quickly towards the walk-in closet. Mommy dropped the nylons onto the king size bed as she passed. Jordan followed her mommy's movements with the camcorder playing careful attention to the provocative bounce of her naked titties.

Without breaking stride, Mommy began to hook the leather garter-belt in place around her slim waist. Jordan called out, "Minute and a half left, SLUT."

Mommy disappeared into the walk-in closet for several seconds before reappearing with the pink high heels in hand. Jordan used the camera to capture the look of fearful misery which distorted her mommy's lovely face. Returning to the bed, Mommy dropped the heels onto the floor and picked up one of the pink nylons. She seemed to be all thumbs as she tried to place her foot into the nylon. It was clear that the older woman was on the verge of crying again. After a great deal of effort, Mommy got the nylon pulled up her leg and with more effort was able to snap the garters in place.

"Your time is up, SLUT," Jordan smirked. As if a damn had broken tears began to flood down her mommy's cheeks again. For several seconds the subdued woman didn't move. "Don't stop, SLUT," Jordan warned with a giggle, "Each second is costing you dearly." Jordan lied, as she intended to punish her mommy severely regardless of her behavior just so she would know who was in charge.

Somewhat reluctantly, Mommy put on the other pink nylon and snapped it in place high on her toned and shapely thigh. Sitting down on the bed, Mommy quickly stepped into the open toed, pink high heels. The sling back of the heels had straps which buckled around the wearer's ankle. Mommy's unnerved state made it difficult to buckle these straps but after several tries she succeeded.

Wearily, Mommy stood and walked to the spot where she had been kneeling earlier. Jordan couldn't believe how much taller her mommy seemed as she stood in the six inch high heels. Mommy closed her eyes as she lowered herself to her knees. Resolved to avoid as much of her daughter's wrath as possible, Mommy spread her knees as wide as she could. Tilting her head towards the floor, Mommy slowly raised her arms and placed her hands behind her head. Jordan snickered as she watched her mommy pull her elbows back even with her shoulders.

"Three minutes 47 seconds," Jordan announced with an air of satisfied supremacy. "Where is the collection of toys daddy mentioned in his journal?"

"Please, Jordan ... please this is so wrong," Mommy beseeched.

Angrily Jordan stormed toward her mommy until she stood right in front of the kneeling naked woman that had given her life. Jordan bitch slapped her mommy harder than ever causing the older woman to squeal in protest.

Cupping her mommy's chin in her hand, Jordan lifted her head until the two females made eye contact. "I asked you a question, slut, and if you know what is good for you, you'll answer me. I'm done playing games with you, Mommy."

"It's ... it's ... it's in the closet ... it's in the corner of the closet, Jordan," Mommy stammered. Jordan raised her hand as if to slap her mommy again. "Miss Jordan ... I meant Miss Jordan ... it's in the corner of the closet Miss Jordan."

Smiling broadly, Jordan lowered her hand to her mommy's mane of blonde hair and patted it as one would pat a favored pet, "Good, Mommy ... very good." Still barefoot, Jordan turned on her heel and walked to closet. Over her shoulder Jordan commanded her mommy, "Stay."

A couple minutes later, Jordan emerged from the closet wearing a bright smile with a handful of "toys". Mommy averted her eyes as Jordan returned. Jordan dropped the items on the bed and picked up the riding crop she had placed there earlier, "Now we can get serious," Jordan said gaily. Approaching her mommy, Jordan asked coyly, "Mommy is that wooden chair in the corner the one daddy use to have you bend over when he punished his whore slut?"

Knowing that Jordan wouldn't have asked the question if she didn't know the answer Mommy answered promptly and honestly, "Ye ... Yes, Miss Jordan."

"Well here's the deal, Mommy, you have one minute to put that chair in the middle of the room and position yourself for punishment as you use to do for daddy," Jordan told her mommy matter-of-factly. "Do you understand, Mommy?" To stress her words, Jordan slapped the riding crop into her left hand. Jordan wished to make it clear that she wasn't in the mood to listen to any more of her mommy's sass.

Tears again streamed down Mommy's cheeks as she answered obediently, "Yea ... Yes ... Miss Jordan ... I understand."

Looking at her watch Jordan waited just a few seconds before saying, "Then do it, Mommy, do it now." Jordan again slapped the riding crop into her left hand.

With tears still streaming down her lovely checks, Mommy scrambled quickly to her feet. As she went about performing her latest task, Jordan returned to the digital camera that had been capturing her mommy's shame. Jordan moved the camera in order to follow her mommy's efforts. As she watched her mommy scurry about placing the chair in the middle of the large Master Bedroom Suite Jordan had to admire the way her mommy's bare titties bounced about provocatively.

In well less than the allotted minute, Mommy had the chair in position and had taken her own position behind the chair and bending over the back while taking a firm grasp of the chair seat. She then spread her feet quite wide.

Jordan walked from behind the camera and asked her mommy coldly, "Mommy, is that as wide as you can spread your feet?"

With a look of disgust but without a word, Mommy spread her feet a few inches wider. Jordan had seen several pictures of her mommy with her gorgeous legs spread must wider and asked again quite innocently, "Mommy is that as wide as you can spread your feet?"

Mommy lifted her head from her bent over position to reply, "Please, Jordan ... ah Miss Jordan ... it's so awkward ... especially in these high ..."

Mommy was cut off in mid-sentence as Jordan swung the riding crop into action. It landed squarely and painfully across the fullest part of Mommy's ass with a sound not unlike a rifle shot. Reflexively Mommy's leg jerked upwards bending backwards at the knee in an effort to fight off the awful agony. Smirking, Jordan scolded her mommy, "I didn't ask for your bull shit excuses, Mommy, I asked you a simple question."

In sullen silence, Mommy spread her feet another eighteen inches. It was a difficult position to hold because of the six inch high heels the older woman wore. In a matter of seconds the strain in her calves became quite burdensome.

However, Jordan wasn't satisfied yet. "Mommy?" The young girl mocked. Mommy visibly struggled to spread her feet another foot much to Jordan's delight. For several minutes Jordan circled her mommy enjoying both the moment and the beauty of the scene. Every muscle in Mommy's near naked body was tense waiting to ward off the agony of another bite of the leather crop Jordan carried in her right hand. Every minute or so Mommy's magnificent D-cup titties would jiggle beautifully as another tremor of fear swept through her all but helpless body.

Mommy did her best to follow her daughter's movements but from her bent over position it was difficult. Jordan took sadistic delight in the fear she saw in her mommy's bright blue eyes.

Having completed her inspection, Jordan continued her mommy's humiliation, "You know you have to be punished don't you, Mommy?"

"Jor ... Jordan ... please you don't ...," Mommy was cut-off in mid sentence when Jordan unleashed another lash of the riding crop which landed just above her mommy's curvaceous thighs. Again Mommy's leg jerked violently upwards bending backwards at the knee. As the agony rushed through her, Mommy couldn't stifle a scream, "Ohhh FUCK."
With a smile, Jordan reminded her, "It's MISS JORDAN to you, bitch."

"Miss Jordan ... yes, yes, yes Miss Jordan," Mommy stammered as if repeating her daughter's name would somehow earn forgiveness for her error.

"Well answer my question you dirty old slut," Jordan smirked.

Hoping to postpone the inevitable, Mommy answered in a slow and measured tone, "Yes, Miss Jordan ... I know that I'm going to be punished ... but I don't know why." Then very sheepishly she added as an afterthought hoping again to appease her daughter, "I ... I ... I'll do ... do anything ... Miss Jordan ... anything at all Miss Jordan ... please ... please you don't have to hurt me."

"Why is simple, Mommy," Jordan said brightly, "there is a new sheriff in town Mommy and you have to learn that she means business." Almost cheerfully, Jordan went on, "You must learn, Mommy, that I require swift obedience and that failing to please me can and will turn into your worst nightmare. Now, why are going to be punished, Mommy?"

Mommy responded softly, "Because ... I guess I failed to please you, Miss Jordan."

"Speak up nice and loud for the camera, Mommy," Jordan corrected.

Doing the best she could to control the growing panic she felt in the pit of her stomach Mommy steeled her nerves and answered louder, "I'm ... I'm being punished ... because I failed to please you, Miss Jordan."

Jordan again smiled brightly as her mommy's humiliation pleased her beyond words. "Now when daddy use to punish his slut ..." Jordan suddenly had a change in her train of thought, "You were daddy's slut weren't you, Mommy?"

Without hesitation Mommy whimpered, "Yes, Miss Jordan."

Just to remind her mommy of the power that the riding crop possessed Jordan used it to playfully slap her mommy's tight upturned ass, "Yes what you dirty old bitch? Answer in complete sentences."

Mommy took the hint of the playful slap to her ass as a reminder that she was in no position to argue with her daughter, "Yes, Miss Jordan, I was his slut."

"Did he own you, Mommy"?

"Yes, Miss Jordan, he owned me".

"Did daddy own your titties, Mommy"?

"Yes, Miss Jordan, he owned my titties".

"Did Daddy own your pussy and ass-hole, Mommy"?

"Yes ... yes ... Miss Jordan he owned my pussy and ass".

"Mommy?" Jordan said sternly as she wasn't about to let her mommy get away with a damn thing.

"Yes, Miss Jordan he owned my pussy and ass-hole".

"And, what did daddy make his possession do, Mommy?"

"He ... he made me obey him, Miss Jordan."

"Who owns you now, Mommy"?

Shaking with nervousness Mommy responded not quite respectfully, "I ... I guess ... I guess you own me now."

The riding crop landed without warning or mercy. Jordan had swung it into motion with all the force she could muster. The crack of whip echoed off the walls and slammed into Mommy's screams of anguish "SHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEE ITTTTTTTT." Tears once more flooded down Mommy's cheeks as her right leg jerked about wildly.

After several seconds, Mommy regained some of her composure and Jordan was pleased to see that she kept her feet spread just as wide as before. Then grabbing a hand full of her mommy's blonde hair, Jordan pulled it up until it was just inched from her own and hissed, "You guess ... is that what you said, Mommy, you guess I own you?"

Taking a deep breath, Mommy whimpered between sobs, "Yes ... oh god yes ... you own ... me ... you own me, Miss Jordan ... please ... please forgive me ... Miss Jordan ... please forgive me ... I meant no disrespect."

Dropping her mommy's head, Jordan continued with her original train of thought, "Mommy, when daddy use to use this riding crop to punish you what did he make you do first?"

Mommy fought for an answer as her mind ran wild, "Ahh ...err ... he ... he would make me show my respect by kissing it, Miss Jordan."

"Kissing what, Mommy?"

"The crop, Miss Jordan, he would have me show my respect by kissing the riding crop."

"What did he call it, Mommy, this respect you had to show the crop?"

"He ... he called it 'tongue worshipping', Miss Jordan ... he would make me tongue worship the crop before he would commence my ... my punishment."

"What else, Mommy, what else did Daddy make you do?"

"Ahh ... well ... er ... he always made be ask politely for my punishment or make me ... make me beg for it. Sometimes he would make me count the strokes and thank him for each one. Ahh sometimes he would also force me to renew my respect for the crop after each stroke." Mommy was learning quickly that her daughter was no one to he toyed with, and so she decided that she had better not hold anything back no matter how humiliating. "And, well, Miss Jordan, sometimes ... sometimes between each stroke of the whip he'd ... he'd ..."

"For crying out loud, Mommy, spit it out I haven't got all night." Giggling Jordan added, "Well on second though I guess I do have all night. It'll be fun, Mommy. At least for me"

Steeling herself, Mommy spit out the offending word just to get it out of the way, "Cock ... his cock ... sometimes he'd make me tongue worship his cock between each stroke, Miss Jordan."

"Is that what you called it, Mommy, daddy's penis I mean? Did you call it a cock, Mommy?"

Having learned her lesson Mommy responded honestly, "No, Miss Jordan, I didn't call it a cock."

"What did you call it, Mommy?"

Mommy swallowed hard before answering, "He ... he ... made me call it ... his dick, Miss Jordan."

Jordan laughed out loud, "I know, Mommy, I just wanted to hear you say it. And from now on I don't want to hear you refer to a male penis as anything other than a dick. Is that clear, Mommy?"

"Yes, Miss Jordan that is perfectly clear."

"Now about your punishment, Mommy, you know you must be punished don't you?"

A shiver of anxiety swept through her body as Mommy answered, "Yes Miss Jordan, I know."

Jordan wasn't in a hurry to move things along. In fact she was enjoying her mommy's humiliation and the sense of control and power that was warming her own blood. Using the end of the riding crop Jordan used it to lift one of her mommy's perfectly shaped titties which jiggled freely under her bent over torso. With a grin Jordan asked playfully, "Has anyone every told you that you have gorgeous titties, Mommy?"

"Please ... Miss Jordan ... this is so wrong."

In the wink of eye Jordan flicked her wrist in a swift upward motion causing the whip to slap her mommy's vulnerable titties harshly. Her mommy gasped audibly, but she understood the warning. "Yes, Miss Jordan," the older woman said meekly, "I have been told I have nice titties."

"Gorgeous?"

"Yes, Miss Jordan, I've been told they are gorgeous."

Changing the subject Jordan continued to degrade her mommy, "Do you know why you're being punished, Mommy."

The wheels in Mommy's head could be seen to spin as she tried to think of an answer that would satisfy her 18 year old daughter. "I'm ... I'm being punished to learn a lesson, Miss Jordan ... to show that you ... that ... that you ... that you own me," It was a sobering but true thought made all the worse hearing herself admit it.

"Yes, Mommy," Jordan praised, "exactly. But you are also being punished for not dressing in the allotted amount of time. Not only that, but after time ran out you quit trying. That is not acceptable, Mommy."

"Miss Jordan, please ... please have mercy ... please ... I'll do better ... I really and truly will," Mommy pleaded weakly.

Jordan ignored her mommy's pleas for mercy as she continued as if she were correcting an errant child, "Your task was to dress in the assigned apparel in three minutes or less isn't that right, Mommy."

"Yes, Miss Jordan, that's right."

"But you failed didn't you, Mommy?"

"Yes, Miss Jordan, I failed."

"How long did it take you, Mommy?"

"I ... I ... don't know, Miss Jordan," Mommy stammered knowing the honest answer wasn't the one Jordan wanted to hear. She quickly added, "All I know, Miss Jordan, is that I failed and that my failure didn't please you."

"And, that you need to be punished for your failure."

"Yes, Miss Jordan, I need to be ... punished."

"Well, for your information you dirty old cunt, it took you three minutes and 47 seconds to perform your task," Jordan spoke supremely. "Now then, slut, how would Daddy punish you?"

"Ah ... well ... Miss Jordan I don't know for sure ... but well ... I think he would give me ... a ... er ... 47 strokes of the crop ... on my ... ass."

"That seems very harsh doesn't it, Mommy?"

"Yes, Miss Jordan, very harsh."

"And 47 seems like such an odd number doesn't it, Mommy."

"Yes, Miss Jordan, very odd," Mommy's heart filled with the hope of a lighter sentence.

"Let's make it an even 50 shall we, Mommy?" Jordan said with a snicker.

Mommy felt hope drain from her heart, "Yes, Miss Jordan, if that is what you believe is proper." Mommy couldn't believe how quickly she was being recast in her old role of submissive sex slave.

"Well, Mommy, I guess now is when you show your respect for the crop that is going to be so disrespectful of your tight little ass, huh?" Jordan mocked.

"Yes, Miss Jordan, anything you ...," Mommy was cut short when Jordan's cell phone chimed.

Jordan, a bit irritated, pulled the phone from her jeans and answered it, "Hey."

Of course, Mommy couldn't hear both sides of the conversation but what she could hear sent shivers of foreboding racing through her naked body.

"Ohhh hi, Joel, what's up dude," Jordan's mood quickly brightened as she realized the call was from a close teenage friend.

"You know, Joel, I'd love to see that movie but not tonight. I'm sort of busy with my Mommy," at that point Jordan giggled merrily, "we're having sort of a bonding experience this evening."

"Yea, for sure another time ... for sure," At that exact moment a light bulb popped on inside Jordan's cute teenaged head. "Hey, Joel, remember a few weeks ago when you and your older brother were telling me how hot you guys thought my mom was?"

"Do you still think she's hot?" Mommy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Jordan went on, "Well, would you like to do her?"

"You know perfectly well what I mean ... would you like to fuck her?"

"Ohh you don't need to worry about that I'll make certain of it. How about Alex? You think he might want a crack at her too?"

"How about tomorrow night say about 9?"

"Okay then it's a date tomorrow about 9."

"No don't worry about beer, Joel. Mommy will be more than happy to buy for us."

"Yes, I know last time she refused and threw a fit. Let's just say there is a new sheriff in town and she'll be more than happy to buy our beer for us from now on I guarantee it. All we want."

"Okay, see you then."

Jordan flipped the phone closed and turned her attention back to her mommy. "Now where were we, bitch."

"You ... you were about to whip my ass, Miss Jordan."

"Don't lie to me, bitch. Never lie to me, Mommy. You were about to show your respect to the whip weren't you, Mommy?"

"Ye ... Yee ... Yes, Miss Jordan. Thank you for reminding me." Mommy whimpered meekly.

"For trying to fool me, Mommy, you will receive an extra ten strokes of the riding crop," Jordan pronounced coldly. "But before we start, Mommy, I want you to shave that disgusting pussy hair between your legs. I want your pussy completely bald and as smooth as a baby's bottom."

"You ... your father liked my neatly trim bush, Miss Jordan."

With an evil smirk Jordan proclaimed, "An extra ten strokes for sassing, Mommy." Then she continued, "Now you have ten minutes to shave properly and be back in the same position you're in now." Looking at her watch Jordan counted down almost gleefully, "On your mark, get set, go."

Mommy immediately stood up from her bent over position. Her back and limbs were stiff but she didn't let that stop her from walking towards the Master Bathroom. She couldn't believe that her own teenage daughter was treating her terribly. She knew what she was doing was wrong but as in past, her throbbing pussy had taken control of her being. Mommy had always been sexually excited when being controlled by a powerful and demanding person. She just never, in her wildest dreams, thought that powerful and demanding person would be her daughter.

Jordan enjoyed the swing of her mommy's rounded hips as she walked into the bathroom to do as she was told. When her naked mommy disappeared from sight Jordan turned on her heel and walked quickly to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, Jordan quickly stripped naked. While Jordan wasn't nearly as tall as her mommy she had all the curves the older woman. Her barely C-cup breasts were just as perfectly formed as her mommy's and were fitted with the same smallish and extremely sensitive nipples.

Jordan walked gracefully to the dresser, and from a lower drawer took out a black leather bikini set she had been saving for a special occasion. The young girl quickly pulled on the leather panties which left little to the imagination. It was a very brief thong that left her rounded bottom cheeks completely bare. In front, only the tiniest piece of leather material concealed her bald slit. The bra didn't hide much more of her youthful beauty. The cups were considerably too small leaving the underside of each breast visible while just barely covering her stiff nipples. All in all, the bikini did more to accent Jordan's feminine charms than it did to hide them, which was the exact reason she had bought it.

After putting on the bikini Jordan walked to her small closet and from their hiding spot in the back, pulled a pair of black leather knee-high boots which had a five inch stiletto heel. Jordan put them on quickly, then used the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door to study the effect she had created. She couldn't help but be amazed at how the high heeled boots had seemingly lifted her bottom and made it look even more rounded and full.

While Jordan sexed up her look her Mommy was in the master bathroom shaving her slit as she had been commanded. Mommy made sure to shave very close then double checked for any stubble she may have missed. Just to make sure, as she didn't want to anger her daughter, she ran the razor over her juicy slit one last time, and once again checked her work. Finally satisfied that her womanhood was as silky smooth as possible, Mommy put the razor aside and walked back into the bedroom portion of the suite. Taking a deep breath, Mommy positioned herself behind the wooden chair centered in the middle of the room. Bending over the straight back of the chair, she grasped each side of the seat with her hands and made sure to spread her legs as wide as possible. Sure that her legs were every bit as wide as they had been before, Mommy made doubly sure by struggling to spread them another four inches. It was a difficult and painful pose to hold especially in the six-inch high-heels strapped to her ankles. But Mommy had made up her mind that she needed to do her best to please her daughter in order to avoid unnecessary punishment.

Walking into the hall, Jordan noted through the open door to the master bedroom suite that Mommy had finished her task and returned to her submissive position, bending over the wooden chair. Checking her watch, she noted it had taken Mommy less than eight minutes to shave her offending pussy hair. Not wishing to rush Mommy's punishment, she walked downstairs and retrieved her Daddy's journal.

With the journal in hand, Jordan walked back up to the master bedroom.

The End of Part 1