The Queen and her mother

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Ling is a girl at a prestigious junior high school. Her mother gave birth to her at 17 and, for some reason, never told her who her father was. One day, school let out early. When Ling got home, she heard water running in the bathroom. Thinking her mother was doing laundry, she quietly opened the door and went into the house, heading towards the bathroom. Suddenly, she pushed open the door and called out, "Mom, I'm home!" But to her surprise, her mother was lying on the floor, her hands and feet bound together, something stuffed in her mouth, making muffled moans. Ling immediately went to untie her mother, but then she realized that the bindings were her own stockings from two days ago. When she pulled the stuff out of her mother's mouth, she discovered it was her own underwear from yesterday. Her mother then cried out, "Ling, listen to me!") "But Ling didn't wait for her mother to finish speaking. She stuffed her mother's mouth with her own underwear again and said to her, 'Bitch.' Then she left the bathroom and went to her mother's room, rummaging through the room until she found some DVDs. She watched them on the player and found they were all SM videos. She then realized that her mother was a masochist. She went back into the bathroom; her mother was still tied up. She took the underwear out of her mother's mouth and asked, 'Why did you do this?' Her mother said with a face full of shame, 'Actually, I got pregnant with you when I was being abused by a man. I don't know who your father is. I've loved being abused for a long time.' Ling interrupted, 'Then why don't you find someone else?' Ling's mother was speechless for a moment. Ling sat on the floor for a while, then stood up and said, 'Since you love being abused so much, then let me abuse you.'"

"How can that be? I'm your mother."

"Shut up! I don't love a mother who's being abused!"

...

The two-hour-plus mother-daughter argument ended, and the black flames burning within Ling's mother were now raging. Her breasts were swollen to their limit, and her vagina was overflowing with fluid.

Just then, Ling suddenly grabbed her mother's hair with one hand and pinched her jawbone with the other. Her mother's mouth involuntarily opened.

“You’re such a slut, getting horny after just a few words. From now on, you’ll be my ‘female slave.’ Quick! Drink your master’s saliva.” Ling said as she stuffed her freshly removed stockings into her mother’s mouth.

Her mother was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Ling didn’t care about any of that. She took out an exquisite dog collar from the house and tied it around her mother’s neck, then showed her a piece of paper.

Contract of Purchase I am Ling’s mother, a woman with a noble appearance but an extremely base heart. In order to become the most despicable woman in the world, I am willing to sell my body to my daughter for life at a free price. From now on, my daughter can play with and humiliate me as she pleases. To ensure that I do not break the contract, I beg my master to tattoo the words “daughter’s slut” on my labia and request that my daughter frequently take photos and videos of me being abused.

(II)

“If you don’t do it, I’ll tell everyone that you stole my stockings. Let’s see if you still have the face to show your face in public.” she said.

“I’m your mother, you can’t do this. Good daughter, it’s my fault. Let me go, and I’ll do whatever you say.”

“You’ll listen to me? Then sign the contract of servitude.”

“No!” Ling’s mother cried out, but she knew her daughter wouldn’t give up.

Ling left without saying a word, leaving her mother alone in the bathroom.

That night, Ling blindfolded her mother, drugged her with ether, and dragged her into her bedroom.

When Ling’s mother woke up, she found herself completely naked. She looked around in confusion, then suddenly froze. Ling was only wearing a thin gauze dress, reclining on the bed in front of her, walking towards her when she woke up.

“Kneel down!” Ling commanded, kicking her hard behind the knee. Then her hair was grabbed and her face was thrown upwards.

Ling’s mother: “Why is this happening?”

“Because you disobeyed me!”

“Why should I listen to you?”

“You’ll find out.”

That night, Ling’s mother suffered endless humiliation and torture. First came the humiliation: she was forced to eat Ling’s phlegm, urine, feces, and vaginal fluid, and was not allowed to spit it out. If she did, she was forced to eat it again. She was also ordered to smell Ling’s used sanitary napkins with her nose and tongue. Next came the torture: her hands and feet were tied together behind her back, her hair was pulled straight and forcibly tied to her feet, her head was forced upwards, and her tongue was pulled out long and clamped between two wooden sticks, the ends of which were tied with thin rope so that her tongue would not retract. This ordeal did not end there. Two fishhooks were placed over her nostrils, the fishing lines at the ends of the hooks tightly connected to her hair, forcing her nostrils to expand to an exaggerated degree. Her nipples were also pierced by two fishhooks and connected to two electrical wires. An electrode was also inserted into her genitals.

The rain of whips, coupled with bursts of electric current, made Ling’s mother scream exaggeratedly. The terrifying sound only excited Ling more.

(III)

After a night of abuse, Ling's mother was at her breaking point. "I'll sign, daughter, please don't torture me anymore."

Ling took out the contract of servitude, and her mother immediately signed her name.

"Mom, I knew you would sign. From now on, you belong to me. To make sure you don't forget, I'll brand you with this label." Ling then took out a small iron block with the words "You lowly slave" engraved on it. She then heated the iron block red-hot with a lighter and approached her mother. Ling's mother understood that her daughter intended to brand her like a slave, and struggled desperately, but her daughter's stockings bound her completely. Ling reached her mother, watching her writhe, and became excited. She immediately squatted down, positioning her buttocks against her mother's face, and sat down. Her mother's mouth was immediately gagged, and she made muffled sounds. Ling lowered her head... With her head aimed at her mother's vagina, she parted the labia to reveal the pink clitoris, and pressed the iron block against the inside of the labia. Ling's mother immediately felt the pain of being branded by the hot iron block on her most sensitive vagina and screamed, but Ling's buttocks blocked her from making a sound. In her panic, she fainted...

When Ling's mother woke up, she found that she was not tied up and immediately tried to get up and run away, but her lower body was in excruciating pain. It turned out that her daughter had used an iron ring to pierce her clitoris and attached a thin iron chain. The thin iron chain led to another room, where Ling was standing at the door smiling at her. Seeing Ling's smile, Ling's mother felt a chill in her heart, wondering how Ling would torture her next.

"From now on, you are my 'female slave,' Mom."

Hearing this, Ling's mother couldn't help but regret her actions. She could have found someone else to masochize her, but her mate wasn't home, and she couldn't resist. She took her daughter's underwear and stockings to masturbate, but her daughter caught her. If she had restrained herself, things wouldn't have come to this. However, she was also excited to be her daughter's "female slave." She had long fantasized about being abused by her daughter, and now her vagina was leaking fluid.

Ling smiled and walked over, embracing her mother.

"Actually, you like being abused by me, right? Now you're my 'female slave,' and I'll abuse you often."

Saying this, she reached for her mother's vagina and began cruelly ravaging her labia. She pulled apart and twisted her mother's thick labia, then pinched and gently kneaded her clitoris with her fingers. Her mother's body began to tremble violently, making moaning sounds. Suddenly, her mother tensed up, hugged Ling, and let out a low moan—she had orgasmed. She fainted again.

"Ah!" Ling's mother was awakened by a sharp pain. Ling was pulling on the chain connecting the iron ring to her clitoris, stretching it out long.

"Crawl in," Ling commanded from another room. For some reason, Ling's mother obeyed and crawled into Ling's room.

"Now are you willing to be my 'slave'?" Ling asked her mother. "I am," her mother replied. "Then what do you think of what you did before?"

"I regret it now."

"You dare regret it!"

“No, it’s an honor for a mother to be abused by her daughter.”

“Then you can be my master now.” Ling sat up, crossing her left leg over her right, her left foot dangling. Ling’s mother understood what Ling meant and quickly lowered her head, pressing her mouth to Ling’s shoes. She was wearing high-heeled sandals and sexy stockings. The moment she lowered her head, Ling’s mother smelled the faint fragrance of her feet. It was a strange and alluring feeling. Ling’s mother looked up at Ling, whose lips were slightly parted, revealing her neat, white teeth. She seemed quite satisfied with what Ling was doing, watching her actions with great interest and a smug look in her eyes. Ling’s mother licked the surface of Ling’s shoes little by little with the tip of her tongue, sometimes touching her thin stockings. For some reason, she didn’t feel any reluctance; instead, she felt a pleasure that made her feel like she was floating on clouds. Sitting there, Ling was like a goddess. After licking both of Ling’s shoes, she took them off.

“What? You want to lick my feet too?” Ling asked playfully, her voice soft and seductive.

“Yes! I, I think it’s great!”

“Do you like your daughter’s feet?” Ling twisted her feet.

“Yes!” Ling’s mother said, blushing. “Daughter, I’ll do anything you want me to do!”

“Yes!” Ling became interested. “Lie down,” Ling’s mother lay down on the ground. Ling sat on her mother’s back, naked, and took off her underwear, crumpling it into a ball in her hand.

“Mom, are you drooling? Here, unfold it and look.”

Ling threw the underwear at her mother’s face.

Her mother picked up Ling’s underwear and slowly unfolded it.

It was underwear soaked with Ling’s fragrant sweat. That part was a shiny yellow. Lustful desire left its mark on the crotch with sticky nectar.

“Mom, you can smell the fragrance too.”

Ling snatched the underwear and shoved it under her mother’s nose without saying a word.

“Ugh!”

A putrid, sour smell mixed with urine and cheese hit her nose. But to Ling’s mother, this lewd smell was an intoxicating fragrance emanating from a fresh spring of pleasure.

"You're so shameless, Mom, you're even enjoying smelling your daughter's panties."

"Yes, I am shameless. I'm not worthy to be my daughter's mother. I am the master's 'female slave.' Master, please don't call me 'Mom' anymore. I am your 'female slave.'" After smelling her daughter's panties, Ling's mother reached orgasm, her juices flowing onto the ground. At this moment, she no longer cared that she was a mother and simply called her daughter "master.

" Ling was satisfied with her mother's words, nodded, and put her foot in front of her mother's mouth. Ling's mother, quite sensibly, became sweet and said, "Please, master, bestow a name upon the 'female slave.'" Ling smiled and said, "I really can't change my way of addressing you. I'll still call you 'Mom.'" "No, you're not worthy to be the master's mother. I won't call you 'Mom' anymore. The master is everything to the 'female slave.' Without the master, the 'female slave' cannot live. The master created the 'female slave.' The master is your creator. That's right, I'll be your mother." "Ling said.

Ling's mother originally thought it was just a name change, but when she heard Ling say this, she objected, "Ling, I am your mother, that will never change, how can you reverse it? No way." Ling immediately pulled her foot away from her mother's sweet touch, "You are a 'female' slave, you have no freedom, no choice, you do whatever I tell you to do, and if you don't listen, I won't want you anymore." Saying this, she lay down on the bed and pretended to sleep. Ling's mother did not expect to anger Ling. The feeling of falling from the climax of the sweet touch was not good, but she did not want Ling to change the generational order randomly, so she did not say anything, knelt by the bed and looked at Ling's foot, slowly moving towards Ling's foot. Ling saw her mother's reaction and knew that her mother had become obsessed with her foot, but was unwilling to give in. Ling lay on the bed, stretched one foot to her mother's mouth, and touched her mother's lips, nose and face with her toes, saying, "I know you have wanted to eat my foot for a long time, are you sorry? Call me mother, I will give it to you." Ling's mother could not take it anymore, knelt at Ling's feet and cried excitedly, "Mother, I want to eat your foot." "She held Ling's feet in her mouth and licked them vigorously. Ling smiled happily. "Okay, from now on you are my daughter. I'll give you the name Ying. You don't need to call me 'Mom' anymore, but you must treat me like your own mother, understand?"

"Understood."

After her mother finished speaking, Ling kicked her with her foot. "What should you call me?" Ying panicked and crawled at Ling's feet, kowtowing and saying, "I understand, Master."

Ling said with satisfaction, "That's more like it."

"Master, I need to go to the toilet," Ying hadn't urinated due to days of torment. "By the way, from now on, you have absolutely no freedom. Even urinating and defecating require my permission when I'm in a good mood, understand?"

“But Master, I can’t hold it in anymore,” she said, and the urine she had been holding in for several days finally flowed from Ying’s vagina onto the ground. Ying couldn’t hold it in any longer. “You bastard, who told you to pee? I’m punishing you to clean the floor now!” Ying had no choice but to stick out her tongue and dry her urine. Ling then took out a bag full of torture tools. “Now lie down, open your thighs, and spread your labia,” Ling commanded. Although Ying was unwilling, she did it. Ling took out a thin rubber tube, squatted in front of Ying, and said, “No matter what I do, you are not allowed to move, otherwise you will never smell my feet again.” As she spoke, she inserted the tube into Ying’s vagina. Ying began to be afraid. Ling inserted the tube into the vulva but did not insert it into the vagina. Instead, she bent it and inserted it into the urethra. Ying cried out in pain, “Master!” The woman said, “You know you’re wrong.” "Stop doing this to me!" Despite the pain, Ying dared not move, afraid she would never smell Ling's feet again. She could only cry out. But Ling said with great interest, "So a woman's urethra is so interesting. If I don't insert the tube, you'll pee whenever you want. Remember, even your right to excrete belongs to me. This way, I can control your excretion very well. Do you have any objections?"

Ying became excited again after hearing Ling's plan. Her vagina flowed with vaginal fluid. Ling noticed this and became excited as well. She immediately inserted the thin tube forcefully. With a loud cry from Ying, Ling knew that it had reached the end. After that, Ying felt a strange sensation. Her urine flowed out uncontrollably, and more and more. She cried out, "Master, I've peed again! I can't control my urine!"

Ling said, "I know, this is normal. Once the urethra is inserted, no one can control their urine."

"Then what should I do?" the woman asked again. "Won't the slave keep peeing? Master, think of a way, huh?" "Why can't I pee?"

Although he couldn't control his urination, Ying felt that the urine was no longer flowing out of his body. When he looked up, he realized that Ling had added a small tap to the end of the tube to stop the urine flow. The tap was locked with a small combination lock. It seemed that he would have to ask Ling to unlock the door for him to urinate from now on. Even his urination was now Ling's responsibility.

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