"... Follow me"

"... Follow me"

My Mom snapped her fingers at her hip, like she was summoning a dog to heel. I hesitated, searching the expression on her face for any sign of where she might try to take me, but she continued to look at me with a predatory smirk that I had never seen on my mother's face before.

I managed to find enough strength through all my nervous energy to pull myself to my feet. But once I was standing I felt a dark pit of anxiety in my stomach... Did she want me to keep shaking my breasts for her or could I stop?

She hadn't said anything, and my humiliated mind was too anxious to upset her. Panicking I weighed up my options... continuing to humiliate myself was better than stopping without being told to... right? If I stopped and I was wrong, I'd get slapped or worse...

Shamefully I continued to move my shoulders back and forth. It was a gentle, sensual motion, which was almost reassuring from how metronomic it felt... Though it did nothing to combat the disturbingly deep embarrassment I was feeling.

This was all so messed up... Less than an hour ago I'd been a normal girl with a normal life... Now I was naked in my parents living room, swaying my bare breasts for my own Mother...

Meekly I cupped my hands together and held them pressed tightly between my legs; trying to maintain some last tiny speck of dignity in this nightmare as I padded silently across the room towards her.

I expected her to march off so that I could follow, but she didn't - instead she stayed exactly where she was, hands on her hips and her eyes glued to my boobs as they rocked back and forth.

The moment I was at her side, she slapped me.

It was almost worse than when Dad had done it because of how sudden it was. I staggered backwards as I gasped, yelping from the white hot pain. Tears filled my eyes as I stared at her, scared and confused.

My Mom sighed and shook out her hand from the **** of the slap. "That's my fault, I wasn't clear enough" she muttered to herself, as though I wasn't even there.

After a moment she looked at me and then spoke slowly, "Alexa, when we issue you an instruction you are to reply verbally and obey immediately"

I whimpered, tears in my eyes and cheeks red as the reason for the slap came into sharp focus.

"Yes... Yes Mrs Miller! I'm sorry... Please... I... Didn't know" I squeaked, shifting my weight from foot to foot, mortified, even as I continued to shake my tits for her.

"I don't care," She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "and Alexa, enough of calling me 'Mrs Miller - everyone is 'Ma'am' or 'Miss' to you now... Or 'Sir' for the men..."

She paused, looking at me expectantly.

"Y-y-yes..." I swallowed, "Miss..."

For the first time since the TRAP my Mom smiled at me. Of course, her eyes were still filled with lecherous distain but, for a moment, I could almost trick myself into thinking she was looking at me like she used to... Like she was proud of me...

"Good, so you are making progress" she muttered to herself again before she turned on her heel and started walking off towards the kitchen.

I meekly followed, sniffing back the tears, and daring to take a moment while her back was turned to lift a hand from covering my pussy to wipe my eyes.

As we rounded the dining table she glanced back and gave me a thoughtful stare. I was so anxious that I desperately dropped my hand from my face and swayed my breasts even harder for her. She barely noticed, instead her gaze drifted to my legs and feet, ignoring my display.

"I don't like how quiet you are when you're moving around..." She said thoughtfully. Again it was clear she didn't expect me to answer - she was talking to herself about me not to me.

After a moment of thought she made a humming sound and turned away, leaving me with another pang of dread as I had no idea what she was thinking.

I followed her through the kitchen and into the laundry room.

Well, we called it the 'laundry' room, but it was really more of a large utility closet that had doors at either end to connect the house to the garage, and a third door that connected to a small toilet. It was a sort of non-space, not quite part of the house, but not out of it either... It was small and windowless, with only enough space for the furnace, washer and drier along one wall, and a counter with cabinets beneath across the other.

I was expecting my Mom to lead me through to the garage, so I almost stepped into the back of her when she suddenly stopped at the counter and tapped it with her fingers.

"Considering this morning's... Incident..." Mom said, pursing her lips as she frowned at me, "This is probably the best place for you"

I stared at her, scared and confused, and I could only watch in horror as she crouched down to open both doors of the double cabinet beneath the counter.

I gasped, shaking my head in muted pleading, when I saw what was inside. This cupboard had always contained the vacuum and the household cleaning supplies... but those were gone... Instead, I was looking at an empty space lined with the comforter from my own bed...

"I... Please... I don't..."

"This will be a perfect place to keep you when you're not in use," My Mom stood up, looking down into the space and smiling proudly to herself, "Unfortunately you still need to sleep as well, so, Alexa, when you're told to put yourself away - this is where you'll go"

She pointed into the cupboard while I could only open and close my mouth in muted pleading, my bottom lip trembling. Put myself away? - she wanted me to sleep in there... To put myself into a cupboard and shut the doors like I was any other appliance... My room was no longer my room, now, I'd be kept, stored where we'd always kept the vacuum...

I looked into the cupboard with silent anxiety - it was only about 6 feet across, maybe 3 or 4 feet high and about the same deep... the comforter from my bed had to be folded in half to even remotely fit. There would only be enough space for me in there laying down... And even then I'd barely have any free space at all...

"Y-yes Miss" I stammered, forcing the words from my mouth in defeated horror.

"Ok, let's see if you fit... Alexa, put yourself away"

I choked back a sob. The moment she said it I finally found the strength to stop swaying my breasts for her and I stared into the little cupboard, my cupboard.

"Yes Miss" I mewled, helpless to do anything but obey - lowering myself to the floor and crawling inside on my hands and knees. I had to take my hands away from my pussy to get inside, and I was painfully aware of the view I was presenting to my Mom behind me... My naked ass and pussy exposed, sticking up and out directly at her.

I wasn't claustrophobic, but climbing into that box made my body shudder. Reluctantly I lay down inside, pulling my bare feet up and in and curling myself into a protective ball.

I'm 5ft 8... so laying in that space gave me 2 inches of spare room with my feet flat. It was extremely tight, and I soon learned that laying in the cupboard diagonally was the only way for me to have enough room to actually lay flat. My comforter made a softened pad that wasn't anything like as comfortable as my mattress, but at that point I was grateful that I'd been allowed even that tiny luxury...

I stared out the opening at my Mom, my eyes wet with pleading tears that went ignored - instead, she closed the doors on me, plunging me into darkness. My only light came through the narrow gap between the doors.

"Alexa - can you hear me?"

"Yes Ma'am"

Her shadow passed through the slither of light and I heard her close the door to the laundry room and walk into the kitchen. For a moment I thought she was just going to just leave me there in my cramped home. A part of me almost wanted that... To just be left alone. For the first time since it happened I was really alone, and had some privacy...

I cringed when I heard her call me again from further away in the house, her voice was muffled by the doors between me and her but I still heard the demeaning instruction.

"Alexa, get me a glass of water"

"Yes Ma'am" I said quietly in response, sniffing back tears as I climbed back out of the cupboard. There was no way she would've heard me, and I don't really know why I said it... but I said it anyway. Unfurling my nakedness I knew she was testing me... she wanted to know if she could summon me from the kitchen...

The moment I stepped out of the laundry room and back into the sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows my Mom snorted with a self-satisfied laugh, "Well that works! Good, this will make breakfast so much easier..."

I didn't want to think about it, and she wasn't going to share her plans with me anyway. Instead, I just stepped towards where we kept the glasses. I knew she didn't really want a glass of water... That this was all a test... but I couldn't find the strength to do anything else. The only way to keep her happy was to obey... If I obeyed or played along, maybe I could buy myself some time to escape... maybe... But I had nowhere to run... All I had was obedience...

Mom clapped her hands, a beaming smile spreading across her face, "This is perfect... Putting you in there frees up so much more space for the kids" She sighed, wistfully, then glanced me up and down again, "It's a shame this didn't happen sooner"

I moaned, humiliated and heart broken.