I Trained Camila’s Mother Until She Became Mine

Beatriz ignored everything I told her. She was suspended in a limbo of pleasure, relishing every thrust of my silicone cock plunging deep into her soaked pussy, oblivious to my words. Every time I fucked her with the black dildo, thick and veiny, her cunt leaked fluid from the edges and stained her thighs. I grabbed her by the hips and drove into her harder, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming it back in with a dry crack. She moaned like a bitch in heat, biting the pillow, her ass high in the air and her pussy split open wide. At one point I stopped, pulled out of her — the silicone cock came free with a wet, obscene sound — and stripped completely naked.

I took her by the hair and told her it was time for her to work. I sat on the edge of the bed and settled her head between my legs so she could start eating my pussy.

She no longer hesitated the way she had the first few times. She did it without reservation, licking from bottom to top, pausing at my clit, trying to catch it with her lips and play with her tongue. I grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her face against my sex, feeling her nose press into my mons and her tongue go in as far as it could inside me. I made her lick me from asshole to clit, a long, slow route, and she did it without complaint, swallowing my juices, breathing heavily between my thighs. She was learning, and I liked learning more than anything else. I squeezed her tits while she ate me, twisting her stiff nipples until she moaned with my cunt in her mouth, and that vibration gave me goose bumps all over.

But in a moment of carelessness, she bit me. The pain snapped me out of my mind.

I shoved her and she fell to the floor. There, lying face down, I started reminding her who was in charge.

—You’re a wild bitch —I said, grabbing the belt again—. And now you’re going to get what you deserve.

I lashed her ass until it was almost purple. The leather whistled before each impact, and she counted the blows with her body, hunching her shoulders, clenching her teeth. But she no longer screamed the way she had at first. Something in the way she endured had changed: she was no longer a woman bearing punishment, but a submissive waiting for the next strike. Between swats I slipped two fingers into her cunt, checking how wet she got with every blow. The bitch was getting off on the spanking. I pulled out my fingers shining with slick and ran them through her mouth so she could taste her own wetness.

Her resistance gave way little by little, and I wouldn’t stop until I had fully dominated her.

I want her hungry, obedient, mine.

I wanted to turn her into a perfect submissive. All of that would take time, but I was willing to give it to her. During the sessions we had taken photos and videos — of her ass marked by the belt, her mouth full of my dildo, her legs spread and her pussy dripping — insurance in case she ever got the idea of rebelling. Beatriz was a very respected woman in her neighborhood and at work, and that worked in my favor.

***

We still had a few days before going back to the bar. The place was still closed; they were refurbishing it after the storm that had torn half the roof away, so we had time to spare.

That afternoon I looked for Camila in the kitchen and asked her if we were still going through with the idea of staying in the house and continuing to train her mother. She looked at me for a second before answering.

—Yes —she said—, but on one condition. Don’t humiliate her in front of the neighbors or anyone from outside. She’s still my mother.

I stroked her cheek and accepted it. Then, in a sweet voice, I asked for something in return.

—Then you’re going to accept a condition of mine too. Your mother will do everything I ask, without you interfering.

Camila lowered her eyes. I kissed the corner of her lips tenderly, then gave her a longer kiss, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth, and when she pulled away from me she had already agreed.

—Deal —she murmured against my mouth.

***

I started the domination game as soon as we finished talking. Between spankings and oral sessions, I didn’t give her any rest. I had her kneeling with her hands tied behind her back, forcing her to eat my pussy over and over until my legs cramped from coming so much in her face. I also tried anal penetration: I spat on her ass, rubbed her asshole with two fingers until I softened it, and slowly worked the dildo in, watching her pink little hole stretch around the silicone cock. She was still resistant; her sphincter clenched and tried to expel the cock, and every time it tightened I punished her with a couple of swats right on the ass, exactly where I had her penetrated. The bitch squealed and the asshole opened all at once, swallowing the entire dildo to the base. I rammed the fake cock into her ass with short, deep thrusts, holding her by the hips so she couldn’t get away, and she ended up moaning with her face pressed to the mattress, mouth open and a thread of drool falling onto the sheets. That’s how we spent several hours, her learning to obey with all three holes, me learning how far I could push her.

We stopped to eat something around midday. While Beatriz caught her breath in a corner, her ass red and her cunt still dripping, it occurred to me that we needed supplies. I told Camila we’d leave her for a while and go to the hardware store downtown.

We bought ropes, hooks of different kinds, some screw-in and others meant to be fastened to the wall. My idea was to be able to secure her properly, leave her exposed and with no way out. I also took some small clamps — perfect for nipples and pussy lips — a few fishing weights to hang from those clamps, and other items I chose carefully, imagining what each one would be used for.

Camila pushed the cart in silence. Now and then she glanced at me sidelong, torn between guilt and a curiosity she still wouldn’t fully admit. I knew that mix excited her as much as it did me; I could tell by the way she bit her lip each time I lifted a rope to measure its thickness, and by the way her nipples hardened under her T-shirt as she imagined those same ropes tying up her mother.

—Isn’t this too much? —she asked near the checkout, in a low voice.

—It’s exactly what’s needed —I answered—. You just stay calm and leave the rest to me.

On the way back home we stopped at a pet food and accessories shop. I thought about it for a moment and laughed to myself.

—Why not? —I told Camila—. If she’s going to be our little bitch, she should have her things.

We went in and I bought a collar with a chain, a metal bowl, and an ID tag. At the counter they asked what name they should engrave. I said it without hesitation.

—Nala.

***

We got back to the house with the bags and started dressing our new puppy. I fastened the collar around her neck, clipped on the chain, and hung the tag with her engraved name. I had her naked, kneeling at my feet, her tits hanging and her nipples stiff from the cold metal.

—From now on your name is Nala —I told her, lifting her chin so she’d look at me—. Remember it well. I don’t want to have to repeat it to you again.

Beatriz swallowed and nodded in silence. Something in her eyes had already changed.

Then we carried the hardware-store items into the bedroom. We screwed hooks into the wall, hung up the ropes, spread the clamps and weights on a shelf. She watched in amazement as we transformed the room that had been hers, but she didn’t dare say a word.

It was strange seeing her like that, standing in the middle of her own bedroom while it disappeared piece by piece. I moved the dresser with the family photos into the hallway. I replaced the table lamp with a colder, more direct light. Where there had once been an adult, respected woman, now there was a space designed for a single function: obedience.

When we were done I went up to her and spoke in her ear.

—This is your new room, Nala. Get used to it.

It was a lot for her, I knew that. The tidy family bedroom was turning into something like a dungeon, and she was watching it come to life wall by wall without being able to stop it.

***

Nala stood in a corner, dressed only in the collar and chain, her arms crossed over her chest as if she could still protect herself from something. I walked toward her, took the chain, and led her to the bed.

—Time to work —I told her.

I stripped naked and gave her a single sign, pointing toward my sex. She understood right away. She settled between my legs and devoted herself to her task with a surrender she hadn’t shown the first times. There was no resistance now, no biting. She licked my pussy from top to bottom, sucking my outer lips one by one, pushing her tongue as far as she could into my hole, then moving up to my clit to wrap her lips around it and suck as if she were sucking a small cock. I pressed her head against me, tugged the collar upward so she’d stay even closer, and she responded by swallowing saliva and juices, moaning against my cunt.

—That’s it, puppy —I told her—. Eat your mistress’s pussy. Suck hard, let that hunger show.

I slipped two fingers into her mouth along with my clit and she sucked them both at once, obedient, her tongue circling everything. I started moving her head myself, rubbing her face between my thighs until her jaw trembled with exhaustion and I still didn’t let her go. She put all her attention into pleasing me, and that brought me to a huge orgasm, long and deep, one of those that leaves you floating in the bed for a while. I came over her mouth in spasms, wetting her chin and neck, and I ordered her to swallow everything that had spilled onto her lips. She did it without a word, licking the corner of her mouth so she wouldn’t lose a single drop.

When I came back to myself, I still had a little distrust left. I didn’t know what she would do if we left her alone. I called Camila and asked what she thought.

—I’ll take her to the kitchen with me —she suggested—. We’ll make lunch together. If she tries to escape or grabs the phone to call for help, I’ll let you know right away.

It seemed like a good idea to me. I handed over the chain and watched them leave together, daughter in front, mother behind, submissive, barefoot, the Nala tag swinging against her naked chest and her nipples still hard from the cold.

***

I stayed in the room finishing setting things up. I hung the last rope, tested the hooks to make sure they could hold the weight, and sorted the clamps by size. Minutes passed and I kept my eyes on the door, waiting for Camila to come in and tell me her mother had tried something.

From downstairs I could hear the sounds of the kitchen: water running, a pot hitting the stove, the muffled voices of the two of them. For a moment I wondered what a mother and daughter would say with a chain between them. Then I stopped thinking about it. My job was to build the dungeon; Camila’s was to make sure the bitch didn’t bite the wrong hand.

Half an hour passed. More than that, even. And suddenly I heard Camila’s voice calling me from downstairs.

The worst, I thought. I ran down the stairs two at a time.

But no. Lunch was ready, steaming on the table, and Beatriz —Nala— was still wearing the collar, docile, waiting by the wall. Camila smiled at me from the kitchen, proud of her mother and a little proud of herself too.

When we sat down, the bitch made as if to pull out a chair and join us. I stopped her with a look.

—Bitches don’t sit at the table —I told her—. You stay standing beside us, in silence, until we’re finished. Then you eat, clear the plates, and wash everything.

Beatriz stood beside my chair, her hands at her sides and her head slightly bowed. The collar gleamed under the kitchen light and the tag with her new name rose and fell with her breathing. Camila chewed slowly, glancing at her sidelong, not daring to defend her because she had accepted my condition and was fulfilling it.

We ate unhurriedly. Every now and then I fed Nala a piece of bread with my hand, the way you feed a pet, and she took it with her lips, careful not to brush my fingers with her teeth. She had learned the lesson from the bite; she wouldn’t repeat it.

—And another thing —I added, bringing the fork to my mouth—. Starting today I’m cutting back your food portions. An obedient little bitch doesn’t need so much.

Nala didn’t answer. She only nodded in silence, just as I’d taught her. And as I watched her standing there, waiting for the scraps from her own table, her cunt still shining with wetness between her thighs, I knew the training was going in the right direction. It wouldn’t be long before she stopped missing the woman she had once been.