Love to abuse mother and daughter

My name is Yang Qingya, and I'm a girl living in a certain district of Da'an District. I'm a senior in high school, and I take the MRT to and from school every day. I've been living with my mother for five years now, ever since my father passed away five years ago.

This day was just an ordinary one. As usual, I went to my cram school to prepare for my university entrance exams, but the school was closed due to a power outage, so I had to go home early.

As usual, I took out my key from my bag, opened the door, and went inside. The living room was dark, with only my mother's room showing light. I walked towards my mother's room.

"Mom's home early today?"

I asked myself. I went forward, opened the slightly ajar wooden door, and the scene before me was unforgettable. It was as if I had opened Pandora's box.

My mother was completely naked, wearing a large, bright red dog collar around her neck, bells clipped to her nipples, and a thong made of hemp rope. Her hands were handcuffed, and her feet were shackled with chains. On the floor in the distance lay a basin containing a square block of ice, inside which were two keys.

When my mother saw me, she screamed as if she'd seen a ghost, struggling to escape but bound by the chains.

"Mom! What happened to you? Who put you like this?"

I only remember frantically shouting as I quickly broke the ice, took out the keys, and unlocked my mother's shackles and handcuffs, then helped her get dressed.

My mother took a few deep breaths, turned, and sat on the bed, saying nothing.

"Mom? Won't you tell me what happened?"

I asked. "If I tell you—that I did all this myself—would you hate me, Xiaoya?"

My mother hesitated for a long time before finally uttering those words.

"What? This is you, Mom?"

I was so surprised I could hardly speak. "Mom, I'm a masochist, a submissive. When you're not around, I use these chains to bind myself at home. Only then do I feel relieved and happy!"

Mom revealed something she'd never clearly explained before. No wonder there were always so many ropes and chains in the house. When I asked her what they were for, she always told me not to ask.

It turned out that my deceased father was a sadist, a submissive, and his passing had deeply saddened Mom. She had lost both a husband and a master.

"Xiaoya, will you hate your mother like this?"

Mom asked me these questions. To be honest, I didn't know if I would, but I was shocked that Mom had such a big secret.

"Mom, I will always be your daughter. I won't hate you. Maybe you're using this method to remember Dad, right?"

I answered Mom. "………………"

Mom remained silent.

"Mom, I'm hungry,"

I asked. "Oh! Okay, I'll go to the kitchen and heat up the food for you!"

Mom got up to leave the room. "Wait, Mom, I have a suggestion

," an interesting idea suddenly popped into my head.

"Hmm? What is it, Xiaoya?"

Mom asked, puzzled. "Mom, can you heat up the food for me while wearing shackles and handcuffs?"

I asked. "This... no! My dear daughter! Mom won't do that again."

Mom was indeed a traditional Asian; her thoughts were always suppressed.

"Mom, I don't want you to keep this to yourself, okay? This is our secret!"

"Our secret..."

Mom only said those six words.

"How about it?"

I asked. "...Okay! This is our secret!"

Mom said. "Okay~ I'll wait for you in the living room to heat up my dinner!"

I said, then left the room and went to the living room to turn on the TV and watch my favorite variety show.

About ten minutes later, I heard the sound of iron chains scraping against the tiled floor, and my heart suddenly started racing.

Mom came out of the room, dressed in her usual clothes, but now wearing handcuffs and leg irons.

"This…you can keep it safe,"

Mom said, placing two keys in my hand before going into the kitchen.

The leg irons on Mom's feet were chained together; they looked incredibly nice, though I don't know why I thought they looked good.

"Mom's going to heat up the food,"

Mom said, dragging her leg irons to the kitchen to heat up the food. I laughed heartily in the living room, finding it all incredibly amusing. It felt like we, mother and daughter, had grown closer, almost intimate. After

Mom finished heating up the food, I went over and tugged at her handcuffs.

"Mom, tonight you'll act as my maid for an hour!"

"Whether I act or not, I've been your maid for over twenty years, okay?"

Mom said with a smile. After I sat down, Mom stood beside me, using her handcuffed hands to pick up food for me.

I picked up a meatball, but an interesting thought crossed my mind.

"Mom, here, have this meatball!"

I picked up the meatball with my chopsticks and threw it on the ground.

"Ah! You two are so alike!"

Mom said, then knelt down on the ground and swallowed the meatball with her mouth.

I found it hilarious and burst into laughter.

Mom's masochistic tendencies are really strong. After

Mom finished heating up the food, I took out my keys and unlocked her shackles and handcuffs.

Thus, we got through what could be described as an awkward night, but it was also an important night for me and Mom to get closer.

The next day, I went to my tutoring class as usual and came home to find Mom already heating up the food. But I heard the same sound of chains scraping against the floor. I went back to my room first, and on my desk were two keys and a note from Mom.

"Mom's key is yours to keep. You can unlock it whenever you want! Tonight, Mom will play your slave!"

Mom left a note that made me laugh. This game is so much fun! I'm starting to like it. A slave! I have a slave now.

I walked out of the room and headed towards the kitchen. Mom knew I had come in, but she didn't dare to face me.

"Did you see the note Mom left?"

Mom asked. "Yes!"

I replied. "So what?"

Mom continued to ask. Hearing Mom ask this on purpose, I had more and more mischievous ideas.

"Slave! Have you seen your slave wearing clothes? At least in this space, our slaves can't wear clothes."

"Master Xiaoya, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong. Please allow me to cut all the clothes with my scissors."

Mom suddenly said a lot, and even knelt on the ground. My heart started racing again, and I started to get excited.

"Hmm! Hurry up and cut off all your clothes!"

I gave the order to the woman in front of me—no, I mean, the female slave.

Mom stood up, grabbed the kitchen shears, and without hesitation, cut off her clothes and underwear.

Now, Mom was completely naked, wearing only a bright red collar, handcuffs, and leg irons.

Tonight… Mom is my female slave.

Of course, with my head full of mischievous ideas, I always had endless thoughts. So this is SM? It's really interesting! Looking at Mom now, it's incredibly amusing.

Of course! Normally, Mom is still Mom; only at special times will she be my female slave.

Mom walked around the house naked, still in leg irons and handcuffs, but she seemed to enjoy it, constantly asking for more time, getting a little too far.

But as her daughter, I couldn't do anything about it; what could I do when Mom liked it? I started searching online for various SM novels, pictures, videos, and other information, and began to understand this thing—yes, I call it this thing.

I decided to "upgrade" my mother's behavior and begin mentally abusing her.

January in Taipei is very cold. My mother put on a turtleneck sweater, preparing to go out to buy groceries, but I stopped her. I gave her a collar and ordered her to wear it, covering it with the turtleneck. I expected her to refuse out of embarrassment, but she just smiled, put on the collar, pulled up her collar, and nimbly went out, leaving me standing in the entryway, speechless with surprise.

The next day, I got up early to leave, only to find another note on my table. It was indeed a message from my mother, which read: "Xiaoya, will Mom be your slave today? Mom is waiting for your punishment in the room..."

The note also included the time; it was left an hour ago.

After getting up and straightening my clothes, I went to my mother's room. She was already wearing the collar and kneeling on the carpet, waiting for me for a long time.

"Have you been waiting for me long?"

I asked my mother. "It's only natural for a slave to wait for his master's orders."

Was the woman kneeling before me still my mother? I think not. The woman kneeling before me was just a female slave kneeling beside another woman.

"Open your mouth,"

I said. My mother slowly opened her mouth. I was wearing a skirt, so I took off the underwear I had worn all night, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into her mouth. Then I used duct tape to seal her mouth.

"Don't take it off without my permission, understand?"

My mother couldn't speak anymore, she could only nod.

I squatted down, took the rope from the carpet, and casually tied my mother up. I tied her hands to the headboard, and her legs were bound and spread apart with the rope. My mother wasn't wearing underwear, exposing her mons pubis and her small vulva. I had never seen another woman's private parts like this before, especially my own mother's.

Although I had seen my own, this was the first time I had seen my mother's! I looked around and started rummaging through my mother's drawers, hoping to find something. My mother's room didn't disappoint her dutiful daughter; sure enough, there was a vibrator in her drawer.

"What a slutty woman!"

I muttered to myself. Then, I took the vibrator, went to my mother, and inserted it into her vagina. I sealed it with tape to prevent it from escaping. I turned it on in front of her, and a vibrating sound came from her vagina, along with some soft moans coming from her gagged mouth.

"Your daughter's going out to eat with her classmates. You enjoy yourself at home!"

I said, then left my mother, with the vibrator inserted in her vagina, and went out.

About two hours later, I returned home. I had finally finished some chores and even stopped by the pet store to buy some things for my mother. I was preparing to give her a new identity—"bitch"—hoping she would love this new identity. Oh! No—she had to accept her new identity as a bitch, whether she liked it or not.

I was looking forward to walking my dog on a leash in the street! I opened my mother's bedroom door. She was already covered in sweat; judging from her appearance, she was completely defenseless against the vibrating egg attack.

I took out the panties I had stuffed in her mouth. The woman in front of me had already climaxed several times, looking at me with panting eyes.

"Mom, your daughter wants you to be my bitch. Are you willing?"

I asked. "Xiaoya? What bitch? Mom doesn't want to!"

My mother resisted a little. "Whether you like it or not, from now on, your identity is a bitch, understand?"

I continued, but my mother shook her head, seemingly unwilling.

"Xiaoya, no, your father never treated me like this before. What bitch? I don't want to!"

my mother said. "Dad didn't treat you like this, so your daughter will treat you like this now!"

I said to the woman in front of me in a stern tone. "This... bitch? I..."

My mother finally nodded in shame.

I wasn't in a hurry to untie the ropes binding Mom's hands. I took two large bow headbands and tied her hair into two cute buns, then clipped them on. Next, I took out a collar with a dog bone tag and replaced the one she was wearing. This collar even had a tag with a big "dog" on it.

After putting all that on, I slowly untied the ropes binding Mom's hands.

Her hands were a little numb, so I let her rest for a bit. Then I put on some wrap-around dog paws for her. These weren't from a pet store; I found them in Mom's drawer. This woman loves being a dog; she was just pretending to be one a moment ago.

After putting on the paws, I locked them with a short chain.

I also chained her legs, basically allowing her to walk, but only walk, not carry anything.

"Today you can only crawl on the ground! Understand? Don't forget your identity."

Mom nodded and could only lie on the ground. I took a full-length mirror and showed it to her. She was shocked. How could this woman be so lewd? She was a complete slut, dressed like this, and even more so, dressed like this by her own daughter. So, my mother... became my bitch.

Today, my mother, oh no! My bitch, was tasked with "imprisonment in the shoe cabinet." My shoe cabinet is quite large. After removing the bottom three shelves, I locked the bitch inside and went to watch TV. I didn't release her until midnight.

She was already covered in sweat. I dragged her into the bathroom and cut off all her clothes with scissors because I didn't want to remove her restraints, including the collar around her neck and the shackles on her feet. Seeing her in pain from imprisonment gave me a kind of pleasure! But the mother dog was pleading with me to untie her hands and feet. I couldn't resist her pleas, so I removed her shackles, allowing her to temporarily reclaim her role as my mother. "Xiaoya, don't you ever want to experience what it feels like to have your feet shackled?"

my mother asked. I couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to be restrained. "Hmm… I kind of want to!"

I nodded in reply. "Then… Xiaoya, do you want to try?"

my mother continued to press. "Okay!"

I nodded. "Then... Xiaoya, you can be a little bitch for a day! How about it?"

Mom said excitedly. "Mmm..."

I agreed hesitantly.

At Mom's request, I took off all my clothes and stood naked in front of my mother. I was a little shy and lowered my head, not daring to look at her. After all, I was the one who tied her up before, and now it was my turn to be bound! I was a little excited because I didn't know how it would feel. Mom took out a wooden box that I had never seen before from the wardrobe, and then took out a stainless steel collar from the box. I swallowed and watched the beautiful metal object dangle in front of my eyes. Mom opened the collar, walked behind me, and gently put it around my neck, then fastened the lock. With a click, the silence of the night was broken. Then she took out a bracelet and put it on my wrist, and finally fastened an iron chain, locking it with a lock as well. Finally, Mom took out shackles. Because it was a whole set, she locked it directly on my feet. It was very heavy, and my feet could only move forward slowly.

"Alright! Little bitch, this suits you perfectly!"

Mom said with a smile. "I..."

I really didn't know what to say. "Go wash all the dishes in the kitchen first! Then sweep the floor clean and vacuum it, understand? Slave."

When the word "slave" reached my ears, my heart skipped a beat, and I felt excited. I, who never did housework, slowly walked to the kitchen, looking at the mess I had made these past few days. I never thought I would reap what I sowed! Oh well! What can I do? I'm a slave now. I started washing dishes, sweeping, and vacuuming. I started to get used to these restraints.

"Xiaoya, do you want to take them off and rest? You've been wearing them for two hours."

"No need!"

I shook my head and continued sweeping the living room. And Mom? She was sitting on the sofa watching a TV series! Finally, I finished sweeping the living room floor. I slowly walked to the storage room, took out the vacuum cleaner, and started vacuuming the floor. I vacuumed the floor until it was spotless.

"Very good! Xiaoya did a great job. What kind of reward do you want?"

Mom asked me. "The reward I want is to continue wearing these tools that bind me! They're quite comfortable."

"...Mmm, I understand!"

Mom said. "Mmm."

"Xiaoya, I think you can move on to the next stage!"

Mom said. "The next stage?"

I asked in confusion. "Mmm!! Become my personal slave, my sex slave!"

Mom continued, and then took off her panties, revealing her private parts that I had seen a few days ago.

"Slave daughter, crawl over here and lick it properly, this is my reward for you!"

Mom sat on the sofa, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and spread her legs wide in front of me. My legs went weak, and I crawled down on my knees. I slowly approached Mom's private parts, and a scent immediately wafted over. But I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick Mom's labia, then continued to lick deeper. Mom also let out a soft moan. Mom stretched out her right hand and pressed my head down, indicating that I should lick even deeper. I did as she said...

My life as a slave had begun, but I didn't know when it would end. It seemed like it would never end. Before, I was Mom's master; now, I was Mom's slave, but I enjoyed it. I found myself becoming more and more lewd. In order to get Mom, my master, to punish me constantly, I would deliberately do obscene things in front of Mom. Mom, in turn, came up with many perverted methods to punish me. It turns out... women can be this perverted too. Once they start playing around, they are more lewd and shameless than men.

My mother's methods were as follows:

1. Private Toilet: First, she would restrain me completely naked. Having long since lost the right to wear clothes, I was bound with ropes and thrown into the toilet. My entire body was tightly bound, and the only thing I could move was my mouth, because my mother would come in to use the toilet, and my mouth was her private toilet.

2. Shameless Dog Slave: Degraded to the point of being only fit to be a dog, my dog collar was my only accessory, and also my favorite. My mother would lead me around crawling everywhere. My room was now on the balcony, and the dog cage on the balcony was my current room. Sometimes, when the sun shone in, I was warm and content in the cage. The shackles on my feet would rattle against the iron cage, and I would get excited by the sound. My mother would take out the leftovers from the previous night and pour them into the dog bowl. As a female dog, this was my most delicious meal.

3. The wanton maid: I was chopping vegetables naked in the kitchen, a vibrator inserted into my genitals. Actually, not completely naked, as I was bound by chains, my hands and feet locked, preventing me from moving freely. But freedom of movement was precisely what I was most deprived of, so I knew these constraints were necessary. My mother loved the sound of my shackles scraping against the floor. I would stand beside her, pour her a glass of red wine, and wait for her to drop a bone so I could lie on the floor and taste it. I was thrilled; it was my mother's reward.

One day, my mother asked me, "Xiaoya, do you want to go back to your old life?"

I shook my head and told her, "This is the life I want! I want to continue living as your dog, your slave, your maid!"

My mother smiled, patted my head, and said, "Yes, Mom too..."

We looked at each other and both laughed. This was happiness!

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