Mommie became Pet - Copied

[hirarandi]

My daughter can be very demanding sometimes. From an early age Stacey learned that being a brat works well for her, whether it's at the college or sadly, at the home. This usually means she gets what she wants.

But as she's been getting older, Stacey has she been trying to challenge me more and more. All teenagers try to rebel against their parents, but I keep getting the impression that Stacey wants to take control of our lives away from me.

It worries me that she doesn't respect my authority, even though I am her mother. It also worries me that every time she openly defies me, especially in public, I tend to get..... well.....wet between my legs.

I know it's horrible, and sick. But when she gets all bratty and disrespects me, my knees go weak. I don't know why and I've never admitted it to her. I would absolutely die if she ever knew.

But I am still her mother after all, and I have to do my best to act like it. So one day when she came to me wanting a puppy, I finally decided to put my foot down. It was time she learned who was the parent and who was the child. 

Since I hated dogs, I told her in no uncertain terms that I would not allow her to get one. She begged and begged, but I wouldn't budge. Soon she became her usual bratty self and resorted to name calling, saying I was a mean cruel mommy who didn't love her daughter.

This was all very hard for me. I loved my baby very much, and to hear her say such things really pained me. But I had to draw the line some where, and not getting her a puppy was it.

After a week of begging and name calling, she just resorted to the silent treatment. How childish. When I would come home tired from a long day at work and ask how her day went, she'd just ignore me and continue eating dinner or watching TV. When she went off to the movies one day with her friends, she "told" me to pick her up. I should have known better but agreed, thinking that it might improve our relationship.

But when I got there, she totally ignored me as she continued chatting with her friends outside the mall. As I sat there stupidly in the car, honking, she acted like I wasn't even there. The bitch! It took great determination not to reach down between my legs as she and her friends giggled at me. However, I knew I'd be indulging my perversion later that night alone in bed.

You see I am 33 and divorced. I had caught my piece of shit husband having an affair with this young blond bimbo and threw his ass out of the house. He laughed, saying that I would be crawling back to him in no time, but I showed him. I worked hard to pick myself up and now I had a very successful, high paying job. Besides my income, I made sure we get plenty of money in alimony from him.

So now Stacey and I get to live comfortably in our nice big house where I can fall asleep in my own soft King sized bed. My good income also allowed me to buy a brand new Mercedes, which I just absolutely love to show off.

But just in spite of me, my ex always gives extra money to my daughter when ever she asks. He does it so my daughter loves him more. I hate him more for it. He's not the one whose here for her when she's really in need. He's not the one helping with homework, or with boy problems or what ever. But since he gives her money, he's not the one getting the silent treatment.

So that brings us back to today, where I'm sitting in my favorite chair by the TV (This is one of the only other things I insist on with my daughter, that she never sit in my favorite leather chair) when she came in the house with a rather large paper bag. When I asked her what was in it, she just ignored me and went into her room.

Later that day when I walked into the kitchen, I noticed laying in the corner a small empty bowl. On one side it had the name "Butter Cup". She had mentioned that she wanted to call her puppy Butter Cup. Well if she thought that I'd still give in and get her a dog, than she could forget it.

Over the next several days I began to notice other pet items being left around the house. A dog collar and leash on the dinning room table, rubber toys in the living room, including this really strange doggy tail.

I was beginning to get upset with all her nonsense, she still believed I was going to budge. 

On Saturday, she spent half the day working on something outside in the back yard. When she was finished, she walked into the house and straight up to her room. When I looked out the window, standing there to my complete shock was an actual dog house. 

Well this was the last straw. I had to end this right here and right now. She was going to accept my authority as the mother and forget this stupid idea of getting a puppy whether she liked it or not.

I walked right up to her room and pounded hard on the door.

"Stacy, open the door this instant, we have to talk!"

"Its open mother"

I walked into my daughter's room and in the middle of all the stuffed animals on her bed was Stacey on the phone.

"Mom, can this wait? Can't you see that I'm on the phone?"

"Stacey hang up, I want to talk to you right now."

"In a moment." And she just continued talking. I was steamed at her arrogance. Defying her mother yet again. Yet I allowed her to finish. I was trying to show her some level of respect so that in turn she'd show some back. 

Yet 5 minutes later she was still chatting away, with no sign of stopping. I was feeling very foolish standing, looking at my daughter as she virtually ignored me. Finally I spoke again.

"Stacey I've been very patient, hang up that phone this instant."

"Mother you are so rude, I'm on the phone with a friend. Can't you just leave and come back when I'm finished?"

I felt a little tingling sensation in my stomach as she said it. I hated when she did this. She was obviously attempting to take control of the situation by ordering me to leave. But if I walked out now, she'd win and totally lose any respect for me. I couldn't allow that to happen.

So instead of leaving, I continued to silently stand there. But as she talked on the phone, completely ignoring me, I found myself getting that sick feeling of humiliation, and I was actually becoming slightly excited by her attempted rebellion. Even more, something in my head was telling me to leave, to listen to my daughter's orders and walk out.

You see its a little known fact that in the deepest part of any single mother's brain, she secretly enjoys it when her daughter tries to overcome her right to power. Almost welcoming her daughter to take over the dominant role. But they'll never admit it and especially never act on it.

Yet as exciting as the possibility of surrendering control to my daughter was, I knew I couldn't do it. I needed to demonstrate authority, not submission. So I did the only thing I could do, I patiently waited for her to finish. And waited.....and waited. After 15 minutes of talking about boys, hairstyles, and what ever else young girls talk about, I was beginning to feel very foolish again. Why didn't I just demand she stop talking this instant? Why was I letting her ignore me like this?

Suddenly I realized that my panties were sticking to the inside of my thighs. I was still becoming more and more turned on by Stacey's rebellion. Oh how I wish I could just reach down and re-arrange my sticky panties....and maybe even....shamefully rub around a little.

But I couldn't do that in front of my own daughter. Perhaps I could quickly run out and satisfy myself in the bathroom before coming back. Yet she would see me leaving her room as acceptance of her command. No, I had to remain where I was, no matter how sticky my thighs were becoming.

Finally she finished, hung up the phone, and looked up at me. "Ok, now what was soooo important that you couldn't wait."

I hated her tone, it was as if she were the parent and I was just a child who was bothering her with my little problems.

"Stacey, we have to talk, I'm getting tired of all these items you keep buying and leaving around the house.

"But they are for my new puppy."

"Stacey, as I told you before, I will not allow you to get a puppy and that is all there is too it."

Finally an accretive tone. I was demonstrating who was in charge here. Now she'd learn to fully accept me as the female matriarch of the family once and for all.

But she simply giggle and continued "Oh don't be silly, of course I'm going to have a puppy." 

She had now locked eyes with me, still trying to make me back down.

"Stacey, you can beg me all you want, but I'm going to put my foot down and say NO."

She began to rise off her bed and slowly walk towards me. "Mommy, would you like to know what my puppy will look like?"

"No Honey, I don't want you to have a puppy." I detected a hint of whining in my voice.

"My new little puppy will be so cute, with her wide puppy dog eyes, and nice long coat of hair." She was now standing right in front of me.

"Stacey, I don't think you understand...."

"Shhhhhhh" She said, raising a finger to my lips. I was shocked. How dare she shush me, her own mother. I should be taking her over the knees and spanking the little brat. Yet all I could do was breath heavily onto her finger as she held it to my lips.

"My puppy will also be very obidient to her new master. She will always listen and do as she's told with out question."

She was now softly running her fingers along the outside of my lips, caressing them. I couldn't understand what she was doing, but I was finding it harder and harder to stand up straight.

"I will also teach my new puppy how to do tricks. She will learn how to play fetch, roll on her back, play dead, and so many other fun games."

Now her hand was caressing my check. This wasn't going right. She was taking over the situation and I had to retake control, but her caressing hand was making it so hard to think.

"My puppy will also be given the very best doggy food and will be kept very clean as I lead here into the bath tub and thorally scrub every part of her dirty body."

Her hand was now moving down my neck and soon rested on the top of my blouse. I had still yet to say anything to stop her. With every second that went by, she was more and more switching places with me. Despite the fact that my moist cunt was now dripping juice down my thighs I had to take control of the situation.

"Stacey, p...please stop!" I was almost shocked with how pathetic I sounded. Like a little girl asking her mommy to stop.

Stacey giggle at my weak attempt as she began playing with my top button. As Stacey looked again into my glazing eyes.....she unbuttoned it. I felt a little electric shock go through my spin at that moment. She was fast taking control. 

I didn't know where this was leading but she was obviously aiming to finally take my place as head of this house...second button....she was testing me, seeing if I'd submit....third button...I had to stop this and preserve my position as mother....fourth button....before all was lost.

"Of course mommy, my new puppy will need to be house trained. In the beginning she'll sleep in her cute little doggy house outside. But guess where she'll sleep when she learns how to behave?"

She held on to the last button, toying with it as she raised her head to my ear and whispered "Between my legs!"

My knees buckled and I almost fell to the floor as I held on to the bed post. I looked back at her with a look of fear and....desire as she undid my last button. Now my blouse was open partially revealing my bra. Stacey reach up and lightly pushed the blouse off my shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor.

"So mommy, what do you think now of giving me my new puppy?"

Her hands were now at my waist, slowly tugging down on my dress. My mind was screaming to stop her, but my throbbing cunt was begging for her to continue. As she moved my dress past my hips, and below my soaked panties, my sent filled the room. 

I knew I was fast approaching a thin line that I would not be able to return from.

In another brief moment my dress had completely fallen to the floor and I know stood embarrassingly in my bra and panties before my daughter as she defiantly looked me in the eyes. I turned away, unable to return her stare.

"Mommy, would you like to know a little secrete, I already have my new little puppy. Would you like to see her?"

A slight whine escaped my mouth in response. Smiling she turned around and walked to her table drawer. Opening it, she pulled out.....a collar. The same collar I had seen a few days earlier. She turned back to me and walked over looking as bratty as ever.

"Here mommy, why don't you put the collar on my new puppy"

She handed me the collar. I felt a slight spazing deep in my vagina as I stared at the collar in my hands. Even though it only said Butter Cup on it, it had submission written all over it. As I said, Stacey has been trying to take over control of our lives for some time.

With my daughter looking at me in triumph, I raised the collar to my neck...and snapped it on. A wave of humiliation washed over me at that moment. I, a 33 year old mother had just handed the dominant role of our family over to my teenage daughter.

Stacey had a look of complete victory on her as she began walking behind me. "So my mean mommy wish's to become my little pet does she?"

I didn't answer, my mind was swirling with confusion and lust. Had I just submitted to my own daughter? But as Stacey began caressing my panty covered ass and patting it possessively, I quickly became fully aware of my new position. 

"I said, does my mean old mommy wish to become my little bitch puppy slut?"

I nodded my head yes and she gave my ass a squeeze. "Will my mommy be an obedient puppy?"

I nodded again. She had now reached around me and began fondling my breasts through my bra.

"And will she do all kinds of tricks for her new owner?"

I thought of how degrading it was going to be doing doggy tricks for my daughter, with my breast bouncing and ass jiggling for her amusement. I moaned.

She had now walked back in front of me as she reach down between my legs.....and started stroking.

"Will my little pet be punished if she misbehaves?"

I couldn't stop, the intimacy of it just made me answer "Yesssss."

"But puppies aren't suppose to talk, there suppose to bark. Bark for me Butter Cup".

I looked up at her for the first time. My new owner was waiting on me.

"Rough"

She removed her fingers from my heated panties.

"Good Girl. It seems my little pet is getting a little excited." She held up her hand to show me the sticky wet film on in. I could not believe I had actually wet my own daughter's fingers with my pussy juice, through my panties no doubt. But she was making me so hot, and I was craving her domination of me. She knew exactly what she was doing and I was completely lost under her spell. She dried her slick fingers off my right bra, then looked back at me.

"Butter Cup, doggies aren't suppose to stand, there suppose to crawl for their masters."

I found myself slowly lowering to the ground. It was becoming official, I was completely surrendering myself to my daughter. She was now the matriarch of the house. Moments later, I was on my hands and knees before her.

"Now lets play with my new pet doggy, roll over and play dead!"

I rolled over onto my back and held my legs and hands up in the air like I'd seen the neighborhood dogs do so often.

"Such a good girl" She started rubbing my belly and I felt strangely very proud. "Now roll back over and fetch" She through an object across her room and I immediately got to my hands and knees and chased after it. I could her laughing as I clumsily wobbled my behind.

Quickly I found what I was looking for, a leash. I tried to pick it up with my hands but she stopped me.

"Puppies don't know how to use their hands silly, they use their mouths."

I lowered my mouth to the floor and picked up the leash with my teeth. Then I crawled to my very happy daughter.

"I am so proud of my little puppy, she is behaving so well. Does my little pet know what this is for?"

I nodded my head.

"That's right, it's suppose to be attached to your doggy neck so I can lead my pet around." She reached down and clipped the leash to my collar.

"Come Butter Cup, time for your lunch."

She pulled on the leash and I was soon crawling behind her. We walked out of her room, through the living room, and into the kitchen. I was having a hard time keeping up and Stacy was getting a little annoyed.

"We're going to have to work on your crawling pet. But now its time for your first meal."

I started crawling to the table but she yank me back to her. 

"No stupid pet, dogs eat on the floor, out of their bowls." I stared at the bowl on the floor. She told me to heel on my hind legs as she left the kitchen. A moment later she appeared with a giant bag of.....Dog Food.

My heart sank as I realized my daughter would be serving me real dog food. She poured the contents into my bowl and told me to begin eating. I hesitated. It looked so disgusting.

"Come on Butter Cup, doggies need to eat to keep their fine coat of hair and muscle strong." She punctuated by patting my left thigh.

I looked up at my owner and whined.

"Don't be like that, this was the most expensive doggy food I could get with your credit card. But if you don't like it, the store does serve cat food!"

With great reluctance I lowered my head to the bowl. The smell was also awful, yet I opened my mouth and began eating. I had to really chew hard before I could swallow the hard food. 

I could hear Stacy giggling to herself. I could imagine what she was thinking. She always wanted to switch places with her mother, and become the dominant female in the house, but she could have never have dreamed that her mother would actually submit to her. Even more, she was managing to turn her mother into her very own pet puppy.

My face burned in shame as I continued to eat my dog food.

When I was finished, I looked around for something to drink. The food had made me thirsty. I looked up at Stacy and whined again.

"Oh, does Butter Cup need something to drink"

I nodded my head.

"Then come on." She began to lead me out of the kitchen. I was a little confused, since she could simply fill a bowl in the kitchen sink and give it to me. Yet we continued across the house.....and into the bathroom.

She led me up to the toilet, lifted the lid, and just looked at me. I looked back at the toilet, and then to her. I was a little bit confused.

"Gosh, I had no idea that dogs were really this dumb. Your suppose to stick your head in it and drink. That's what all new puppies do before their house trained."

My mouth dropped. She was telling me to stick my head into the filthy towel bowl and drink. Even worse, I had just used this toilet not one hour ago, and my stench could still be smelled.

But my mind was decided for me as Stacey gently guided my head to the bowl, and slowly lowered it to the water. I didn't stop her as I closed my eyes. When the tip of my nose touched the cold water, I extended my tongue.....and began lapping. Stacey squealed in delight as she watched her mother further degrade herself.

With my belly full of toilet water I raised my head and waited for her next perverse idea.

"Oh, my little puppy is all wet and yucky. I think its time to give my doggy a good washing." She reached behind me, unclasped my bra, and allowed it to fall to the floor, my breasts popping free and swaying beneath me. Next she hooked her thumbs into the sides of my panties and quickly pulled them off my legs.

[hirarandi]

I was now on my hands and knees, fully naked before my daughter. Tugging on my leash, she led me into the bath tub, removed my collar, and turned on the shower. In moments I was drenched by the ice cold water as it sprayed down on my back and head. I began to shiver as the tub slowly filled. When it finally did, Stacey turned off the water, took hold of the liquid soup and poured it all over my back.

"Butter Cup, you are being such a good girl doggy, now hold still as I wash that dirty body of yours."

I can remember when Stacey was a little girl, and I washed my baby in this very same bath tub. Now that same little girl was washing me.

I squirmed as she began scrubbing hard with a sponge. She scrubbed my back, my belly, my thighs, my....breasts.....my ass....and finally.....my vagina. I was starting to really get worked up as she seemed to concentrate on these three areas, and when she started scrubbing my slit hard, I found myself rocking back and forth against the sponge.

"Butter Cup, you really have to stop moving so much. I have to clean this messy pussy of yours." I flinched at these vulgar words words coming from her mouth.

By the time she had finished, it was all I could do to not reach back between my legs and finger my clitty. I was so hot. Even after she tried drying my vagina three times with the towel, I was still wet between my legs.

"Hmmmm, does Butter Cup like all the attention her owner is giving her??"

I couldn't answer her, it was too embarrassing. I tried to turn away from her eyes. But she took my chin and made me look at her.

"Does my little puppy like all the attention her new master is giving her?

I nodded yes in humiliation. It was one thing to surrender control to my daughter, it was another thing to admit I liked it. 

She patted me on the head and fitted me with the collar. Attaching the leash she took me to her room, where she sat on a chair. Like a little child she had me sit on her lap as she began combing my hair, or "grooming me" as she called it. To my ever growing frustration, she took great delight in wedging her knee between my legs and gently rubbing it back and forth.

Despite my best efforts, within 5 minutes I was practically shaking with need. By the time she was done, I was getting desperate and she knew it. When I got off her lap, she scolded me for leaving her knee wet. My face burned in shame as I looked at my daughter's knee covered in my juices. But I wasn't surprised when she told me to like it off "Like a good Doggy". 

I was appalled at the idea of tasting my own juice, but when she suggested that I was being a bad doggy I became terrified. I became very aware that I so desperately wanted to show my daughter I was a good puppy. I must be a sick woman.

I stuck out my tongue and gently began licking the bare skin of her wet knee. It felt so perverse, but I licked it all.

By this time she could most definitely smell the must in the room from my pussy. I really needed to get off bad.

"Does Butter Cup need a little release?"

From the floor, I looked up to her and whined as I shook my head desperately.

"Does she need it really really bad?"

To my surprise, I started panting.

"Will she be willing to do almost anything to get it?"

"Roof" She had me, and she knew it.

With another wicked smile, she took my leash and led me out of her room. We entered the living room and I followed her to my favorite seat, the leather chair. 

She turned around and before her mother, lowered her shorts and panties to the ground. Stepping out of them, she left her shoes and socks on as she stared down at me. For the first time since my little girl was.....a little girl, I saw her young cunt. I stared at the tender flesh of her vulva as the light pubic hair did little to hide her wet lips.

Then I quickly realized what she was planning to do. She was going to sit in my favorite chair. The same chair I've forbad her to use. Now she stood in front of it, ready to lower her wet sex upon it.....right in front of her kneeling mother.

This was a big statement she was making. This was another measure of her new dominance over me. I gave a little whimper as she slowly began lowering her moist cunt onto her mommy's precious chair.

My pussy spasmed when she sat.

Smiling with yet another victory over her mother, Stacey took hold of my leash and started pulling me closer and closer between her legs. I tried to resist at first, I mean this was my own daughter, but all I could do was stare at her bare cunt. I couldn't believe how adorable it looked, so young, so fleshy....so...so....DELICTIOUSE.

I found myself salivating when Stacey began spreading her pink folds before me like a flower. My face was now right above her sex and her smell was intoxicating as I shamefully inhaled deeply, my nostrils filling with her perfume.

This was the price. This was the price I now had to pay for something that not two hours ago, I could have done in the privacy of my room with a vibrator. But not any more. I had surrendered my free will to the control of my daughter, and that included my pussy. She now controlled that as well, and in order for her to allow it to cum, I had to stick my face in hers. And I was only too eager.

I lowered my face and gently kissed her bud, before slowly running my tongue down the length of her slit, licking the tasty syrup from her folds. I continued licking up and down her slit until there were no more juices left, then I fully extended my tongue inside her as I allowed my my nose tickled her clit.

"Ohhhhhhhh, gooooood doggy.....use that looooooong tongue of yours.....ohhhhhh such a goood doggy!"

Her degrading words made me more excited as I fucked my daughter with my tongue. To my shame I was really enjoying her taste and I couldn't get enough. I wiggling my tongue deep inside my daughter's tight vagina to get more of her sweet nectar. As she held my head tightly against her, Stacy had placed her legs over my shoulders. As she jerked her hips against my tongue her shoes began digging painful against my back.

I moaned from the pain but I dare not stop. I dutifully continued licking my daughter as she desired.

By now my saliva and her juices were freely flowing onto the leather sofa but I didn't care. All that mattered was making my daughter cum and then hopefully....hopefully it would be my turn.

But she was taking way too long. Five minutes, than ten, than fifteen. For a young girl she showed an enormous sense of self control as I continued to plug my numb tongue inside her. 

She just moaned and moaned....until....until.... Finally!!! She came like a water cannon as my face became covered with her young liquid. Her cunt muscles practically pulling my tongue out from my mouth as she bucked and shook. For a full 5 minutes she held my face tightly clenched between her legs. When I finally rose, I didn't notice that I was licking my lips.

In a panting, lack of breath she spoke to her puppy: "Oh Butter Cup, you truly are a man's best friends....or a girl's. I can see I'm going to be using that tongue a lot more often."

I blushed.

"Is my little puppy still all hot and horny????"

I whined again, I was soooo dame horny.

"Ok Butter Cup, you can get off for your new master."

Relieved, I dived my fingers into my sopping wet pussy, I was finally going to be allowed to cum. But a quick slap to the face ended that.

"No you stupid puppy, dogs aren't suppose to use their fingers to masturbate!"

I looked at her with a little bit of confusion.

"I wonder if you actually have a brain in that dumb head of yours, dogs are suppose to hump their owner's legs when they masturbate silly."

I looked at her in total shock as she crossed her legs. Was she was really serious? She was taking this doggy act all the way. How humiliating this was going to be to "Hump" my daughter's legs to get off. 

But I was so desperate with need that I hardly waited more than a second as I crawled up to Stacey and straddled her crossed leg. My cunt was now between her knee and her shoe and I looked up at her for permission.

She didn't have to nod twice. Soon I was rocking my hips up and down as I grinded my leaking pussy along my daughter's legs.

"Bark for me Butter Cup, show mommy how much you enjoy humping her leg."

"Roof...roof...bark...arf....arf....." I barked for my new mommy as I fucked my daughter's leg like the bitch in heat I was. I didn't care about any dignity I had left. I barked and whined like a complete whore as my daughter watched in awe her mother make a complete fool of herself.

Her leg was getting drenched as I desperately slide my cunt along. She was now pulling and twisting my nipples as I howled for my new owner. What a sight I must have been. For close to ten minutes I fucked Stacey's leg until finally my whole body shook with an earth shattering organism unlike any I've ever had. I only remember the very first seconds of my depraved release, for I blacked out almost immediately.

The next thing I remember, I was waking up on my back as Stacey watched TV. As I came to, I noticed there was pressure on my breasts. I looked at my chest and saw Stacey's dirty sneakers resting on them. I could not believe she was using my breasts as a footstool. Countless times I had told her not to wear her dirty shoes inside my house. But that's when I was the adult mommy. Now I'm nothing more than a pet puppy to my daughter, and my breasts are mere foot stools. 

She noticed me shifting under her. "Oh, so my little puppy is finally awake. She was quite the horny doggy today wasn't she?"

I didn't responded as my breasts continued to suffer under her shoes.

"I hope my puppy enjoyed it, because it's going to be a long time before she gets to do it again."

I whined, but for the next half hour she continued watching TV while her feet remained on me. This gave me time to reflect at the situation. If you would have told me a day ago that I would allow my daughter to sit her leaking cunt on my favorite leather sofa, while she rests her filthy sneakers on my bare breasts while I lay naked before her, I would have said you were crazy. But that's exactly where I found myself.

Finally she lifted her feet off my chest and tugged on my leash.

"Come doggy, its almost dark outside and it's getting late. Time for bed." I began crawling after her but became very worried when she led me to the back door.

"Come on Butter Cup, its sleepy poo time. Lets see your new home!"

She led me outside and for the first time I really got a good look at the dog house. It looked bigger from inside the house. It was panted white and pink with one opening in the front.

As we got closer, I could see the name written on the top ...."Butter Cup". I held my head down as I crawled into my doggy home. Stacey tied my leash to a poll in the ground, then patted me on the head.

"Good night Butter Cup, have a good sleep and see you in the morning when I bring you your dog food."

Then she turned around and walked back into our house...... or her house now.

How truly pathetic I really am. Today was suppose to be the day I demonstrate who was the real authority of this home. That I was the woman in charge. As Stacey comfortably falls asleep in my big soft bed, I can still her dogs barking in the distance and birds chirping as I try to sleep naked in my new Doggy House.

3 weeks later....

Over the course of the next week Stacey continued to train me to be the best puppy I could be. She's taught me how to do all kinds of humiliating things for her, especially using my tongue. 

Her favorite game is called "Find the Doggy Treat", which is usually lodge deep inside her vagina or ass. Shamefully, I'm getting very good at finding it. Especially since I've been able to stretch my tongue an extra 2 1/2 inches longer out of my mouth. Stacey's goal is to get it to stretch at least 3 inches longer. I guess I'll be doing a lot of cunt and ass licking in the near future.

I also hate it when she makes me go fetch the newspaper. I just know someone is going to catch me one of these days crawling naked across the front lawn in the morning light, then scampering back with the paper between my teeth.

Stacey has also refused to allow me to go to work. They've been calling to find out were I've been, but my daughter just tells them I'm on vacation. I don't know how much longer I can stay away before I get fired.

Then, a week later my world completely came crashing down. While Stacey and I were in the back yard practicing how to lift my leg under a tree and pee, I heard a tremendous laugh coming from behind. When I turned around, my heart sank. It was my ex-husband and his new 23 year old blond bimbo wife.

"Oh my goodness, its true, its really really true. Stacey has actually turned you into her puppy!"

I looked over at Stacey and whined for an explanation.

"That's right, I've invited daddy to see my new puppy. When I told him all about you he just had to come and see for himself. Is this your new wife daddy?"

"Yes she is sweetie, this is Mary, my new gorgeous wife. Mary let me introduce you to my ex-wife. 

Mary giggled: "Bob, when you told me your ex-wife was a real bitch, I had no idea you were being serious!"

They all laughed at this, causing my vulva to spasm involuntarily (or voluntarily). Then Stacey furthered my humiliating position: "Come on Butter Cup, how do you say hello to real humans?"

With my head hung low, I crawled up to the big titted slut who stole my husband....and sniffed her crotch. She giggled, pushing my head to Bob, who stood victoriously over me as I sniffed his crotch as well.

"So Stacey, you say that your mother has completely accepted becoming your dog?" Bob chimed in.

"Well, why don't you just ask her yourself?"

"Is it true Butter Cup? Have you fully accepted becoming your daughter's bitch?"

This was it. This was my last chance to preserve any last bit of respect I could possibly have left. This was the moment to reverse all the horrible things I've allowed my daughter to do to me. I could rise up, stand tall and end this.

But who was I kidding. I'm no longer a human, or a mother. I'm a puppy. I need my daughter to control me, I need her to dominate me, and especially I need to be her bitch.

I looked up from the ground into my ex-husbands eyes, and with my breasts swaying beneath me, and a doggy tail wedge inside my ass, I announced my acceptance as Pet Mommy:

"Roof"

All three of them laughed as I continued to bark a few more times for their amusement. Before they left, I proudly humped my ex's leg, and licked his new wife's toes. He promised to start sending over more money immediately to make up for the job I was just fired from.

After they left, we were back to the tree practicing how to properly lift my leg to pee.

1 year later.....

Hello everyone, I just happened to come across my mother's computer journals the other day. It seems she wrote all about the beginning of her descent into dog hood. Unfortunately not long after that, her stupid doggy brain made it virtually impossible for her to think any more. Lucky for you, I found her journals and you wouldn't believe what else I found, but that's for later.

First let me get you up to speed on my pet puppy. Butter Cup has completely turned into my dog. She no longer does anything that resembles being a human. She eats, sleeps, and lives as my little bitch, and she loves every second of it. There isn't a moment that goes by that her nasty cunt isn't leaking mommy juice down her thighs. Its become such a problem that I'm worried she might dehydrate, so I make sure there's always plenty of toilet water inside her big belly.

Sometimes its tough to imagine that I came from the very same pussy that she rubs up against the bark of a tree when she's in heat, but I've gotten used to it. However, what she hasn't gotten used to is daddy and his wife coming over to humiliating her and abuse her ass.

She can never get used to the humiliation of neeling down with her ass high in the air as she is being belted by the very bitch that stole her husband, then taking it up the ass like a good puppy by him. The ultimate humiliatin was when Mary cut off all of mommies hair wife except for the sides of her head, to give her two long floppy doggy ears. She just looks so cute.

You know I can still remember the time when my mommy was the head of this house. When she ran the show. And I admit that I definitely wanted to take it away from her. 

Even from an early age I wanted my mother at my feet. I wanted to completely take over as the woman of this house. And in many ways I already was. She would always do anything I asked for, as most people did. I was just used to getting my way.

Despite practically always bending over backwards for me, I never had the courage to completely take away her power until a few years later. When she finally decided to put her foot down and not get me a real puppy. Big mistake.

Never the less, I was still surprised at how quickly and completely she submitted to me. After all she was my mother. But within the day I had her humping my leg. Now she's my complete and total submissive pet.

Not long after daddy saw mommy under the tree, he had her sign away all rights and property over to my control. Even though I already ran her life, this made it official. She happily signed her life away, grunting as she rocked her swollen vagina over my sneaker. So guess whose now the coolest kid in college, driving a Mercedes to class.

Now I know I promised Butter Cup that I would let her inside the house if she behaved like a good puppy, but she really doesnt want to come inside the house anymore. She's much more at home outside in the back yard where all the real animals live than inside the house like the mother she used to be.

So that brings us up to today, when I stumbled across her password protected files. Besides finding this journal, I found several other things that reveal why my former mother was so eager to submit. It seems mommy dearest had a little thing for younger girls dominating older women.

There were pictures, videos, and lots and lots of stories. All of them dealing with the theme of budding young vixens humiliating and debasing their female superiors. Teachers, judges, doctors, and yes mothers were all submissive to young girls. 

Sick I know, but who am I to deny her fantasy? That is why I've contacted her former secretary. She seemed very interested in coming over and seeing her ex boss in her new position. She also promised to bring along severale of the other office girls as well. I'm sure mommy will love seeing them all again.

It should be of no surprise how things turned out for my once proud, in command mother. The day her daughter challenged her control of the family, was the day her greatest fantasy came true.

Any way, I've got to go. I have a large group of friends coming over for a party later. Sure hope mom won't mind. In fact, I may even let them play with her if she's real good today. After all, what's better than having your bratty daughter dominate you? Try 20 of her bratty friends!

The End

[Kalyan143]

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