The Wedding Gift

I met Edward online, on a website for submissives. I had joined on a whim, after one lonely night too many after my husband left my daughter and me for a younger woman. Angie had been twelve then, and by the time she was seventeen, I had only had one other lover. It was a short-lived affair with a man who refused to give me what I wanted - his dominance over me.

Edward, though, was more than willing. After chatting, we agreed to meet for dinner. He did not mind that I was in my forties, and I did not mind any one of his orders. He was looking for a wife, he told me, one who would submit. While he had married once before, she had not been able to commit to his dominance completely, and he had struggled to find anyone who would. Over the next year, I proved my devotion to him, submitting to any order he gave. In return, my new Lord and Master ended my loneliness, and even became a part of my little family, getting to know and love my now eighteen-year-old daughter.

As Edward proposed to me, and we began to plan our wedding, I couldn't help but notice the looks he gave Angie. I was a little jealous at first, especially when he began to give her clothes - tiny, slutty dresses and skirts - but I knew if I were to be his wife, I would have to overcome my own feelings to submit to his.

After our small wedding, we returned to our new family home - Edward's house. I kissed my new husband passionately, and smiled up at him as we walked toward our bedroom door.

"Alice," he tsked, "are you keeping something from your new husband, Lord, and Master?"

I blushed, glancing at Angie going upstairs.

"Forgive me, Master, but please, I need to see to my daughter?"

My new husband was a bit annoyed, but knew that I was a mother as well as a wife and submissive slut.

"Fine," he grunted. "When you return to me, though, I want you crawling to beg forgiveness."

I smiled and kissed him again before following Angie up the stairs.

"Angie," I opened the door to her new room that Edward had made so beautiful for her. She was only in panties and bra now, getting ready for bed, I could see.

"What is it Mom?" Although an adult now, her voice still sounded like a little girl's.

"Let's spend a little more time together, before I go to bed?"

She smiled and nodded. "I was just going to take a bath - Edward gave me a giant tub!"

I took her by the hand and led her in, helping her take off her panties and bra, like I had before.

"Do you like Edward?"

"Yes, Mom, I told you. He's a wonderful man. You wouldn't marry him otherwise."

I took the soap from Angie and began to wash her back for her, admiring her 36Cs as I looked down from behind her.

"He is wonderful, Angie. But he's also very demanding... He reminds me a bit of your dad that way. Edward can get what he wants, and I worry a little that I can't give him all he wants."

"Edward wouldn't leave you, Mom."

I kissed her innocent cheek as I began to soap up her breasts, rubbing her small pink nipples with my fingers, realizing how grown my little girl was.

"Angie, Edward could, though. Unless he had something here he knew he could never find anywhere else. You love me, don't you darling? And you want me to be happy?"

"Of course, Mom."

I smiled. "Good girl. Now lie back in the tub."

I got the shaving cream and razor and began to prepare my daughter.

"You know that to be a good wife to Edward, I submit to him, do as he says to please him?"

Angie nodded, watching me shave her pubic hairs away, confused, but obedient enough not to question her mother.

"A submissive wife won't always be enough for him - but a teen slave will. Now, Angie, I know you're scared, but if you don't obey me, you may not get to keep this pretty room Edward gave you."

I looked up to see her eyes filling with tears. Had I not raised her to submit to authority figures without question, she might have fought me. But I had raised a good submissive daughter for my new husband. So after I had shaved her virgin pussy clean, she silently stood for me so I could dry her off, and then I led her to the doorway of her bedroom.

"Kneel here," I ordered, and took a ball gag and a rope out of a bag I had hidden under her new bed. I tied her wrists together, and then to the post of her bed. I kissed her forehead as I helped her open wide for the gag.

"When your new daddy gets here, you are to obey him just like you obey me, understand?"

Angie nodded as I tightened the gag around her head. I smiled, noticing the tears in her eyes despite the juices dripping from her virgin cunt.

I shut the door behind me as I returned to my husband. Still wearing my tight, floor length wedding dressed, I crawled into our bedroom.

"Master, your new wife is here to beg."

Edward had already stripped down to nothing, stroking his eight inch cock as he watched me with a smile on his face.

"And what took my wife so long?"

"I had to prepare your wedding gift, Master."

His eyebrows raised, and I continued, "for your wedding gift, Master, I wanted to give you a virgin to take. And so I have prepared my daughter for you, to have on this night and any other."

Edward stared at me, his hand frozen on his cock.

"Seriously, Alice?"

"Yes, Master. She's legal, and will not fight you - if she does, you know I will not step in to save her from punishment."

Edward smiled a little, and pulled me up, sitting me beside him on the bed as he grabbed his laptop from the bedside table. After some clicking, he handed it to me, showing me my daughter, waiting on her knees for her stepfather to come take her virginity.

This is what I then saw:

My new husband left me and a minute later entered his stepdaughter's room, hard-on raging, a smile on his face. Angie stayed still, looking up at him as he removed her gag, and coached her on how to suck him. Slowly, half his cock disappeared in her mouth.

When he took his cock away from her lips, he untied her from the bed, then helped her up, lying her down on the new bed he had bought her. I watched my daughter touching herself, her breasts, her newly shaved pussy, while her stepfather rubbed her saliva into the entire length of his cock.

I squirmed on my marriage bed as I watched Edward lower himself onto my petite daughter, sucking her breasts as he began to thrust his large cock up her virgin pussy. I watched her crying in pain, whimpering as her stepfather used her body without mercy. My breathing grew heavy as I watched Edward use her harder and harder, until suddenly he withdrew and came onto her perky young tits.

Then he said something to Angie, and I watched her rise, shaking a little as he took both her wrists and bound them together with the rope, leaving a bit of a leash that he used to guide her out of her room.

A minute later, I watched my husband leading my daughter into our room, his cum on her tits.

"Our new slavegirl would profit from watching how a woman properly submits to her master," Edward smiled as he pushed Angie down on her shoulders so she was kneeling, and tied her wrists' leash to our bedpost.

I couldn't help but smile back up at my Master and husband, that even with his new slave daughter, he wanted to share at least some of his wedding night with me.