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copies of this DVD and others of you performing lots of deliciously degrading acts that I won’t hesitate to use. I also put them on a secure website that I would love to share if you piss me off. I don’t give a shit if it was real or a game with my mother because it’s real now. You belong to me, bitch. Now get your fucking clothes off!”
    I was beaten and I knew it. What could I do? She had enough to blackmail me for life and I knew she would use it. My fingers moved to my blouse and undid the first button..
    “Later we are going to have one of those punishment sessions you seem so fond of,” she laughed.
    “Please, Miss Simmons, please, it was just a game. Please don’t make me do this,” I begged.
    “Shut up you stupid bitch,” she screamed. “My first rule is that you never, and I mean never, speak without being spoken to. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Miss Simmons.”
    “Kimmy,” she purred, “I’ve watched all of the videos my mom made and I know you liked being her slave. I can also see that being forced to strip for me is turning you on so, save the bullshit and get undressed.”
    I hated her. She was right and I hated her. My mind was already racing forward to the degrading acts she was going to make me perform and my pussy was on fire. The ache was physical. I was so wet I could already feel it dripping down my leg.
    “I never understood what my mother saw in you,” she mused, “I always thought you were a stuck up bitch and I hated the way you treated me. Now that little stuck up bitch is my little bitch and I’m going to make you pay for the way you’ve treated me all these years.”
    I continued removing my clothes but when I got down to my panties and bra I stopped. I was embarrassed to be undressing in front of a girl twenty years my junior and I was embarrassed about the fountain that my cunt had become.
    “Take off your bra and show me your tits, Kimmy,” she demanded.
    I flushed with shame but the bitch owned me. My mind wanted a way out but I was trapped in a corner of my own making. I reached behind me, undid my bra and let it slide off my shoulders to the floor revealing my softly rounded but still perky breasts. I wanted to cover myself but I knew she would be angry so I stood with my head down and my hands by my sides.
    “Put your hands behind your head and get your head up, Kimmy,” she commanded.
    I put my hands behind my neck causing my breasts to rise and stand out begging for attention. They got it. She softly caressed them, tweaking my nipples to points that were so hard they would have cut a diamond. I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my lips.
    “That’s my little slut,” she crowed, “I knew you liked to be treated like this. Now let’s get rid of those panties, shall we?”
    I pulled down my panties, kicked them away and put my hands back behind my head. I was already learning to anticipate her desires and I hated myself for it. I waited in shame.
    “Spread your legs,” she said, “I want that filthy pussy open for me.”
    I spread my legs and felt the wetness running down them. She walked around me, inspecting me like I was a piece of meat she was considering and then started moving her hands over my ass. I couldn’t help but stick it out for more attention. She stood behind me and placed her hands on my thighs and slowly moved them up into my crotch. When her fingers found my slit the flush of humiliation and desire caused me to tremble violently.
    “Oh my god,” I pleaded silently, “please, please touch me, rub me, oh god.”
    I was quaking with need. I hated her. I hated what she was doing. I hated myself for wanting her but I didn’t want her to stop. She moved her finger lightly on my bud and I felt the beginning of what promised to be the most intense orgasm I had ever had. If being her slave brought me to this it might be worth it. Then she stopped. I quivered with frustration.
    “No, no, no,” my mind screamed, “don’t stop