The next day, Christine had her normal workload to deal with. She thought about cancelling everyone, but a little normalcy might help her frazzled nerves, and she could find time to work on other tasks too. For instance, when she had her slave April tied up and struggling on the bench, the hogtie and accompanying commands were enough to send the captive woman into a frustrated state of incognizance. The domme figured she could work a little on another task. She sat in front of the computer after securing the mask over her slave's head; she left the ear holes zipped to keep her activities private.

The words had floated around her head since she'd woken up in the morning, both from Ava's programming and from her own. She wanted to make three new recordings; one was a strengthening routine for Ava's slavery, one a deprogramming message for Rachel and the third a reality check for herself. Several of the dreams the night before had been disturbing and the little shivers she felt even now had to be purged from her system.

First for Ava. "You are a weak, submissive woman. You hide it by acting strong and controlling, but your subconscious knows you need to be tamed. It rewards you with delicious pleasure for each yielding gesture, each obedient action, each compliant thought. You recognize your proper place in the world and need your Mistress to command you." Still needed work, but not bad.

Now for herself. "You are strong, controlling, domineering. You are not a slave. No woman owns or controls you. You are an independent thinker; you act on your own, for yourself. You relish your free will and you relish taking free will from others. You love watching your slaves become resigned to their fate and submit, and you love how much they come to enjoy it. Being a slave sickens you. Making your family slaves disgusts you. Neither is desirable or arousing in any way. Anyone who threatens your family must become your slave." Pretty good. Rachel could use the same thing.

Looking at April, she thought maybe she had time now. Rachel shouldn't be home from school for a while, so a little reprogramming was in order. Every bit helped. It was always worrying to get on the machine, but it was mixed with a bit of anticipation at the thought of the intrusion in her most intimate areas - mind as well as sex.

She grabbed a small vibrator, more a tease than anything else. She walked over to April and gently slipped it in. It was a little awkward with the angle of her hips against the table, but the small plastic instrument eventually slid into April's slick folds. She shivered and tried to grind her hips into Christine's hand, continuing to rock in her bonds after the domme walked away. Christine smirked, wondering if Rachel would react the same way when she was tied... Christine stopped the thought.

She drew in a deep breath. 'OK, deprogramming has to happen now,' she thought.

The machine was terrifying and inviting. Christine triple checked that the right program was in place. A mistake here could leave her much worse off. Steeling herself, she gently sat on the machine, squeezing her thighs together over the pommel to hold the remote. She grabbed the remote and put her legs in place, then fastened the straps as best she could with one hand holding the remote. She shivered in anticipation thinking of how slack-jawed and open she'd be in a few minutes... She hit the start button but held onto the remote.

It didn't take long for the spiral to capture her mind or the insistent vibrations to link the whispering words invariably to pleasure.

Rachel slipped down the stairs towards the basement. She had headed home during an assembly, wondering what to do. Something had gone very wrong last night; her world had turned on end and she had to fix it. Ava was leashed and following Rachel's mother. It grated, knowing that the one true Mistress of the house was acting so deferential towards a woman that should herself be kneeling. Other thoughts came unbidden, that it was the way things should be, that she herself should be controlling. They fought for primacy in her mind, attempting  to thwart the submissive desires Ava had implanted. Some part of her was heading down to take up a whip alongside her mother, while another was going down to beg to be whipped. Both were arousing, and she wasn't sure which was going to win.

April, the latest mind-fucked woman her mother was working on, should be tied up on the table. She was sure about that after what Christine had said. Her mom also had mentioned possibly recording new messages, ones that were meant for herself and Ava. Rachel barely heard through the door the clicks and distinct whirring of the programming machine as it spun up, capturing whoever was riding it and putting her in an open, programmable trance. Maybe mom had changed her plans for April? She went over her explanation about why she was home, how she was going to help with April, as she fixed her face in the right smiling mask and walked into the basement.

What she found was disconcerting, even knowing that her mother had mentioned her own deprogramming. April was still on the table, hogtied and squirming. Christine had put herself on the machine and was already slack. The remote had fallen to the ground, so it didn't matter whether Christine woke or not; she was strapped in and would soon learn whatever lesson she was supposed to. Rachel's face dropped out of the smile to surprise, then back to a smile. Her mother would be in her proper place again, as the head of the household.

No, as a slave.

Domme.

Slave.

Rachel shook her head, trying to sort out her own thoughts. Not long ago, she would've leapt at the chance to program her mother into a submissive, obedient toy of Ava's. Now, her head was warring with itself, trying to sort out her own desires. Was it wrong that her mother had led Ava around on a leash or not? Was it right to let her mother's deprogramming continue, or should she take the opportunity to nudge her mother back under Ava's thumb?

She stood perfectly still in indecision.

Her mind was torn. Another part of her wasn't, though, and was getting wet thinking of kneeling with her mom next to Ava. Thinking of being naked, tied up next to her mother. Thinking of serving Ava with Christine.

It won. She moved to the computer, and where the playing recording was marked Christine, she switched it to the one marked Ava. The she dashed up the stairs, dripping with her betrayal of her mother, hoping she wouldn't be able to fight back this time. With some part of her still warring inside, she fired a text off to Ava letting her know that she needed training, that the powerful thoughts her mother had put in her head needed to be squashed. 

A faint sound outside of the machine caught Christine's attention before she slipped fully into trance. The door opening? Footfalls? She wasn't sure, and soon didn't care.

She woke with a little drool slipping down her chin. The straps opened like she'd programmed them to; she breathed a sigh of relief. It probably wasn't as dangerous as her fears made it but still, it was good to know she was free. She slipped off the saddle and stretched her stiff legs. The motion sent shivers around her crotch as her over-sensitized and abused pussy cried out in sweet agony. Recovery always took a while, and though she wished she could just collapse in bed and sleep it off, she'd have to get April out the door and get herself cleaned up before Rachel got home. Hopefully Ava would be over tonight as well and all of this could finally be set right.

As she came upstairs with April trailing, Rachel greeted her. "Hi mom! April's over, I see?"

Christine stopped at the top of the stairs. "Oh, Rachel. I didn't think you'd be home yet. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Assembly." She walked into the kitchen as Christine lead April out the door. "Brad showed me his panties today and got on his knees." Rachel smirked. "It was lovely. And that bitch Diane seethed! It was perfect!"

"Good, honey. I'm really happy to see you take a little control." Christine stopped in the kitchen and watched Rachel raid the pantry. She came out with a box of Thin Mints. "You need to be doing more of that. Controlling."

"Really mom? Like you?" Rachel crunched into a cookie and offered an opened row to her mother.

Christine declined. "Yes, like me." She nodded once, uncertainly. Was controlling really what she should be doing? "Well, I'm off to shower. I'm feeling a little sweaty after April."

"You look it mom, and you smell it too. You have some fun with April? It's good for you, you know. I've been noticing you've been stressed a lot lately, and you really should be getting more. Help you relax."

"Rachel!" Christine play swatted at her daughter and turned to go up the stairs without another word. She wasn't quite sure what to say.

Her thoughts in the shower didn't make sense. They kept drifting to visions of being enslaved, not the other way around. It was so intense, she struggled to keep from playing with herself. The images flashing through her mind of being collared at Ava's feet didn't end with the shower, either. She sat on the edge of her bed, eyes closed, trying to compose her mind and keep the evil thoughts at bay. It didn't work; they kept intruding with her clit singing their praises and made her pussy drool. 

Desperate to end the torment, Christine headed down the stairs, unsure of what she was doing. Rachel's door was closed as she wandered by. She ended up in the kitchen, where she grabbed a bottle of wine from the wine fridge, even though it was early, and settled on the couch in front of the T.V. She flipped it on and started scrolling through. 'Maybe a stupid romcom...' she thought to herself. She poured her first glass.

Christine tumbled off the couch, her pounding head a painful reminder of the two bottles of wine she polished off the night before. It was already close to noon and the bright sun coming through the windows hurt. Her muscles complained from the position she was in when she passed out. She had to shield her eyes to look around. The coffee pot was half full. It probably was cold.
 
    As she stumbled into the kitchen, Rachel rushed past from the living room to grab the coffee pot and pour a cup. "Give me a sec, mom." She popped it into the microwave and hit the minute heat button. Christine stared at her. "Just sit. We have pancakes too and a little bacon left. I'll get those heated if you like." Rachel took the Bailey's out of a cupboard and put some in the coffee before placing in front of her mother. "That'll help with the hangover. We saw that you drank a lot of wine last night."

Christine looked from the cup to her daughter and back again. Rachel hardly ever lifted a finger in the house. Christine didn't allow it, preferring that Rachel concentrate on her studies and on getting the man in her life to do the housework. At least she looked comfortable enough in a little tank top and shorts, not some sexualized maid's costume. 'Wait, what?' she thought as the picture of her and her daughter in matching little outfits flashed in her head. She almost shook her head, thought better of it, then sipped the old coffee. She took a swig. And another. After a minute, the Bailey's kicked in and a little of the nausea retreated. She swigged again.

"She's nice like this, isn't she?" Christine looked up at Ava, who was leaning against the wall at the entrance to the kitchen. "I know you like to have someone wait on you and she's learning pretty quickly." Rachel put the plate with the pancakes and bacon into the microwave and hit the minute heat button again. "Though coffee, pancakes and bacon are not exactly rocket science. You really neglected her household skills, didn't you, <i>mother</i>?" She moved into the kitchen and ran the back of her hand along Rachel's cheek. "She's cute though, and tries so hard to please." Rachel mewled and leaned her head into the contact.

Christine stared at them. "No. No, my daughter's not like this." She shook her head. "I just programmed her to be independent, not be used..." 'Like I used to be,' she finished in her mind. "And you, you should be on your knees before me!"

"Oh, I know. You tried." Ava smiled at Christine. "Rachel helped me, well, recover. And she's a submissive that was waiting for a strong woman to pluck her from her imaginary world and show her her real place in life," Ava said. "Just like her mother." She winked at Christine.

Christine just stared, non-plussed.

"Oh, come now Christine. We both know how you really are. Fighting so hard to keep from being someone's doormat again after your hubby left when you know that you need someone strong, someone you can yield to." Ava pulled out a chair and sat next to the older woman. Christine's mouth worked in a vain attempt to deny it. "Shh, Christine. It's okay. I understand you. You are submissive and obedient but try to have a dominant front, which is why you surround yourself with weak-willed slaves. You don't want to be hurt again, like your ex hurt you." Ava smiled gently. "I'm here for you now, to give you what you need. Not that you can really trust me..."

Christine shivered as she sat, her mind racing through confusing emotions, trying to work through Ava's words. She thought she knew that she wasn't what Ava described. She still remembered her husband shouting at her about perceived slights and saying how his little trophy wife made him feel manly. Little tingles from her crotch seeped up, thinking of being Ava's trophy.

Ava smiled. "You helped yourself along yesterday, don't you remember? When you got onto one of your own machines?"

Christine shook her head in denial. "No, I was using it to break your hold..."

"Oh come now, Christine. We both know what you really wanted. You must've known Rachel was coming home and waiting to help you along the right path."

Had the basement door really opened when she was hooked up? Had someone come in? "I... what... what did I listen to?" she said, voice trembling.

"You know. You recorded it," Ava said, smirking. "I don't think you consciously intended it for yourself, but it certainly helped you accept your proper place."

"No. No. Not that," Christine knew, but she didn't want to accept it. It was meant for Ava, not herself. What had Rachel done?

"Rachel, come here." Ava patted her lap. Rachel came over and sat. Ava started rubbing distractedly along the girl's side and up to her breast. "Watch your mom now. See what you helped make her. Kneel, Christine."

The mother did. Up out of the chair and onto her knees, looking up at her daughter in the lap of the girl who should be her slave. Rachel smiled lovingly at her. "Isn't it wonderful, mom? You'll get to serve Ava, just like I do. Oh, and anyone she wants you to." Rachel leaned back into Ava's caresses. "Mmm. Tonight, you'll see."

"You'll give me Briana to play with too, Christine," Ava gloated.

Christine stewed. She knew she was being manipulated by her own messages, but she couldn't break out of it. Her mind was a mess of conflicting words, but the loudest were those of obedience. Her pussy throbbed in a desire she couldn't break or control or even really want to control. It made her pliant and biddable, waiting for instructions. She knew each submissive task would grant a reward of bliss upon completion, sealing in her training a little more. The core of her mind seethed but couldn't break out past the pleasure coursing up her body to keep her mind in a tractable fog.

"I'm going to take Rachel for the day. We'll be back before the girls get here. Come on, slave."

"Of course, Mistress."

The two stood and headed for the door.

Ava looked back while she was walking. "And you need to practice your posture when kneeling. Back straight, chest out, chin down. Work on it for a few hours today in front of a mirror, Christine. And no touching yourself or cumming." Ava turned to go, then turned back. "Oh, I've left some instructions on your bed. Follow them exactly." With that, they left.

Christine sobbed before heading into the basement. There were mirrors there. After a few calls to clear up a couple of hours, she knelt. She tried at first to leave her clothes on, but it felt wrong. She tried to leave her underwear on to give herself at least a little dignity, but it didn't work. Naked she knelt, as a slave should be, back straight, chest out and chin down. She managed to hold the tears in for a few minutes, but eventually they slid down her cheeks. It was humiliating, but the clenching and dripping and hot, searing fire from her crotch kept her on her knees.

Briana? She'd never betray Briana. Briana was the only one with a chance, now. Maybe Briana could free them both. Maybe she could at least stay free herself.

That didn't stop the unwanted but thrilling fantasies of Briana kneeling beside Rachel and herself, showing complete deference to Ava, their Mistress.

An idea flashed through the pleasure. Christine stood and found a collar and leash. She knelt again and slipped them on. It was enough to bring her to the edge, but not over. Her frustration grew as she felt the leash down her back, the one she'd used on so many...

The day passed quickly. The instructions on her bed were explicit about what was going to happen. She was just stepping out of the shower, rinsing off quickly for the evening, after her position practice finished up, when she heard a knock at the front door. She dried quickly, tossed a towel around herself and another on her hair and walked down to see who it was. Through the window, she could see her daughter's friend Mia was standing outside.

Christine opened the door. "Not quite ready yet. Make yourself at home." She turned and headed back into her room.

"Okay," Mia replied as she watched Christine retreat.

Christine looked at the instructions again. She tried rebelling, tried not to put the garter and hose on. She trembled with the effort to stop as her hands pulled the satin panties with ties on the sides up her legs, slipped on the matching bra over her breasts, and slid the short, silk dress over her head. The mirror reflected her defeat. Only a little resistance remained as she teased her hair into shape while she dried it. She fought back tears as she put the makeup on; messing it up was definitely not allowed.

Everything was perfect as she walked down the stairs, almost slutty with a hem that ended just at the stocking tops. She saw Mia sitting on the couch, wearing a green mini-dress with the sides cut out and the back slung low. A look of recognition crossed Mia's face as she eyed the host for the evening.

"She told us you too, but I always thought you were too strong." Mia stood up and walked over. "Never Rachel's mom! But I was wrong, I guess." She ran a hand down Christine's side.

Christine clutching her hands in desperation, trying to gather strength to fight off the coming night, ignore her instructions, even just run outside and get away before the night started. "What's going on?" Christine asked. "I don't understand."

"It's OK, Christine," Mia whispered. "You'll make it through." She patted Christine's side. "I did. We all did."

"Oh god, Mia, I don't believe this is happening," Christine said, again fighting back tears. "I can't... I can't even cry. It's not allowed."

"No, I know." Mia pulled back and smiled gently. "But later, she'll let you. And you'll come to accept your place. Enjoy the pleasure it brings. I know..."

There was a knock at the door and it opened.

"I'm here!" Another of Rachel's friends, Noemi, strode in, not waiting for an answer. She was done up for clubbing, with a tight, shiny sliver micro-dress with the sides loose and the back cut to show her ass dimples. 

Mia shrieked, immediately left Christine and went to hug the new arrival. 

"I brought wine," Noemi said, brandishing a bottle full of yellow liquid. "Bring out the glasses, Christine."

She was a little surprised by the directness of the command, but she headed off to the kitchen. She heard another knock and entrance, with Rachel's friend Emily's voice joining the other two in the living room. Christine grabbed four glasses and headed back.

The three were seated on the couches, catching up on the news. Lots of leg was on display, with Emily's own small number barely decent. Noemi swept her hand at the bottle. Christine tried to fight it, but her instructions were seared into her psyche. Obey all. She picked up the bottle and poured a taste into one glass, handing it to Noemi. After a swirl, a sniff and a taste, she nodded and Christine poured for all three.

The door opened and Ava walked in. Rachel trailed, head bowed and hands clasped together in front of her.

"Sorry for being a little late. I hope your host has been accommodating," Ava said, smiling. "I'll take over now, Christine. See to your daughter."

'This is it this is it this is not happening...' Christine's mind wouldn't stop. 'I can't do this I have to stop, run, anything...' Her hand reached out to Rachel, gently taking her daughter's and leading her up to Rachel's bedroom.

It was already prepared. Christine had carefully laid each item out on the bed, sobbing, before she took a shower. Her little girl was grown up, and Christine was about to do something no mother should be made to do.

"I'm so sorry, Rachel." Christine again held back a sob. Cold fear and humiliation at what was about to happen swept over her.

"It's okay, mom." Rachel lovingly looked at her mom. "I want to. It will help make you understand how much Ava owns you." Christine choked. "I love her, and you will too, someday, after you've broken completely." Rachel cupped her mother's cheek. "Prepare me."

"I... I... Please, Rachel..." Christine implored.

"Now, Christine. Ava is waiting." 

The imperative swept over Christine, the need to serve Ava overriding her anguish. Her hands moved over her daughter, slowly removing each piece of clothing. She knew Ava wanted her to wallow in the shame, with each instruction humiliating her as much as Rachel. She trembled as she picked up the first item, a small lace g-string. It sent delightful, degrading shivers from her arms down to her crotch. She felt the dampness, felt her own submission and reveled in the disgrace. It slid up her daughter's legs and Christine pulled the g-string tight over her daughter's smooth lips, adjusting the sides. Each scrap of clothing followed, barely covering the nubile teen. When Christine was done, her daughter was displayed perfectly. The corset lifted her breasts just so, the open-toed heels forced her calves into a delicious tightness, the lace-topped stay-up stockings highlighted the creamy skin above, and the slip of cloth over her sex hinted at the delights inside. 

A final bit of resistance formed in Christine as she reached for the phone.

"I can't I can't I can't I can't..." she repeated, ducking away from her daughter.

"Mom, mom, please." Rachel cupped Christine's cheek and gently brought her face back up. "Ava wants it."

Christine's will broke. She stepped back, quivering, resigned to completing this part of the instructions. The flash snapped. Rachel turned and arched her back. Christine hit the button again. Rachel sat on the bed, spreading her knees. Christine took the picture. Each new pose exposed more of her lovely daughter, even without removing anything, and sent more humiliating, delicious flutters down to Christine's crotch. She knew she would put each up on the internet somewhere, maybe start an OnlyFans for her daughter. She didn't know the details yet.

Rachel brought her legs back together and stood up. The moment was here, the one Christine dreaded. She strapped the thin collar and leash to Rachel's neck and slipped a silk robe around her daughter. She did up the sash and sadly smiled at Rachel. 

"I love you, Rachel."

"I love you too, mom."

Christine whimpered as she lead Rachel down the stairs.

"Ah, the entertainment has arrived," Ava announced from her spot on the love seat. She gestured to the middle of the room.

Christine trembled, hating herself for what she was about to do but unable to stop it. She lead her daughter into the hungry eyes of the four women seated on the couches surrounding the center. The instructions swarmed in her mind and made her kneel.

"I humbly present my daughter to you, my Mistress and her friends, and hope that she will please you." The abasement burned in her cheeks as she handed the leash to Ava. Christine reached up from her knees to gently pull the robe off of Rachel.

"Oh god damn, she's fire," said Mia.

"Yummy," said Noemi.

"Fuck yeah," Emily chimed in.

Ava stood up and leaned to Christine's ear. "Listen to her friends talk about your daughter. You're giving her to them to use." She pushed Christine back and tossed the leash to Mia.

"Come here, you luscious piece of ass!" Mia pulled the leash towards her, forcing Rachel to her knees between the her legs.

"Watch as they fuck her, Christine," whispered Ava.

Christine saw her daughter with her ass high as her head slipped between Mia's legs. Noemi pawed at the young backside and Emily moved around to knead the tender breasts.

"What kind of mother are you, dressing up your precious little Rachel in slutty clothes and handing her over to her horny friends?" Ava whispered in Christine's ear.

Christine leaned forward, placing her hands on her thighs and lowering her head in defeat. The tears still couldn't come. She felt a hand slide along her back while another lifted her chin.

"Watch, Christine. See what you've just done to your daughter."

She wanted to shout out, "No! It wasn't me!" but she couldn't get the words out. Mia moaned and pressed Rachel's head further into her crotch. Noemi slapped Rachel's pert ass. Emily ducked underneath to suck on Rachel's nipples. Shining wetness covered the g-string that Christine had slid up her daughter's legs just minutes before. Christine had dressed her, taken pictures of her, lead her down the stairs and offered her to her daughter's friends.

She felt Ava move around behind her, felt her arms pulled back. She didn't resist. She had failed her daughter, making her a weak submissive instead of the powerful, dominating woman Christine wished for her to be. Ava tied a soft rope around the kneeling woman's wrists and pulled them tight behind Christine's back. She pushed Christine down to sit on her heels and tied the rope around Christine's ankles.

"OK, Christine.  You've followed your instructions for the night very well so far." Ava pulled up Christine's dress to expose her hips. "And I think you deserve a reward." She knelt down and slipped a small vibrator in Christine's panties. "And we all want to know how much you enjoy watching your daughter serve us."

Christine saw Noemi's fingers buried in her daughter's slick folds and Emily's tongue on her clit. Christine's mouth formed a silent "O" as the vibrations worked away at her sex.

The front door creaked open.

'Oh god oh god someone is going to see oh god no...' It sent Christine over the edge with a long moan.

Maria came in. "Hi Christine, I..." She stopped dead. "Christine? Ava? What's going on? Ava had said..."

"Come in mom." Ava grinned. "I'm glad you came. I wanted you to see what happened to your precious domme."

Maria silently took in the scene. Rachel was splayed wantonly among several girl's legs, trying to pleasure them all. Each of the girls used parts of the young, exposed flesh for their own enjoyment. Hands and lips and breasts and skin rubbed together hungrily. Christine, Maria's domme, the powerful, commanding woman, knelt tied up with Ava caressing her hair like a prized pet. Obvious excitement dripped down from Christine's panties, showing how she relished her daughter's debauchery and her own abasement.

"What... Christine? What are you doing?"

Christine looked at Maria. 'My slave... seeing me like...' She moaned as she started to crest again.

"She's my slave now, mother," Ava said. "I'm a little stronger than either of you expected." She shifted, facing her mom and crossing her arms. "You know, it's fucked up that you tried to give me as a sexual plaything to another woman, mom. And just to fulfill some fucked up fantasy? What the fuck? Well, I've already taught her a lesson." She gestured down at the kneeling woman. "Now it's time to teach you one. She's still your domme... Eat her out." She pointed between Christine's legs. "Now."

Maria haltingly came over and knelt down, leaning between Christine's legs. She lifted up the skirt, slid aside the panties and pulled out the vibrator. Looking up at her daughter one last time, a tear sliding down her cheek, Maria sagged onto her back and slid her face under Christine's crotch. She gently suckled the dripping flesh.

"See what you are now, mother? The slave of a slave of your daughter. Maybe that'll get you off."

Maria couldn't help it. She reached between her legs and started playing with herself..

Ava smiled and nodded at her success. 'It's a good night. Time for myself.' She stripped quickly, throwing her clothes to the side. "OK, slave, your turn to eat." She yanked Christine's head back by the hair and straddled it. Ava hummed when the soft tongue started its duty.

'Definitely a good night.'