Christa makes me wear a buttplug

I don't know for how long I have sat there for trembling in either fear or anticipation, but I turn around once I hear high heels on the tile floor and my eyes nearly pop out seeing the gold digging bimbo in a pink fishnet gloves, fake diamond encrusted corset and a pair of equally fake thigh high. Though it's not what she's wearing but the pink riding crop and equally pink buttplug in her hands.

"I did not tell you to turn around!" She growls mustering as much dominance a fake tited gold digger can muster, but it still illicit a shudder and me turning around till she order's "Over the bed."

Carefully I raise up and lean over the bed with my arms on the satin sheets and looking down till her crop thwaps my hands hard and I end up half laying on it and half off it before another thwap causes me to raise my ass up.

"There will be CHANGES, from now on I expect to be called moth-No Mommy, understood?"

I hesitate earning me a thwap on the ass I eek out a "Y-yes Mommy."

"Louder!" Another thwap

"Yes Mommy!"

"LOUDER!" Another thwap

"YES MOMMY!" I practically scream into the bed earning me a much much gentler thwap.

As I shiver in anticipation she pulls down my swatpants and gives me a couple more gentle thwaps to raise my as higher up.

"From now on, there will be changes." She declares between spits, "No longer will I have to give the men of this house BJs at a moments notice. *Thwap* No longer will I have to pretend to be a brainless ditz, unable to add two plus two! *Thwap*"

The crop clatters to the floor as she roughly grabs my balls with her fish net gloves, "And no longer will you peak on me from your bedroom window and jerk off!"

"I don't-"

"NO longer will I be lied to or about!" She tightens her grip.

"I only did that when I w-" I try to tell the truth, but she tightens.

"I'm sorry Mommy! I'll stop!" I tell her and she releases her grip.

"Good boy." She declares with a spit on my sphincter before she presses the rubbery buttplug against my sphincter and with a wiggling motion slowly forces it in till halfway through it pushes in with a pop and a moan as my legs give out. She's not done till she presses a button and it expands pushing me over the edge and painting the sheets.

"NO! *Slap* I *Slap* Did *Slap* Not*Slap* Give*Slap* You *Slap* Permission*Slap* To *Slap* Cum!*Slap*" She screeches slapping my bare ass over and over only giving up as she reaches for something between inside the corset, "What, where's my ph-, God damn it*Slap*!"

"Sit up." She growls and I do the best I can to sit on my knees, my bare ass burning, before she grabs my head and rubs the side of my face against her moist crotch and doughy thighs.

"You know what this is?"

"Y-yes, mommy!"

"You want it don't you?"

"Yes, mommy!"

"Good boy, by the time your father gets back, I'll be sure you've spent more time between my legs than he has. Now be a good BOY and wait." She releases me and starts opening drawers in the nightstand, only stopping once she pulls out the one on the opposite side and removing a older model phone that had been tapped to the back and takes her place sitting on the edge of the bed before me, her legs spread wide.

"Now, put that tongue to work." I can't help put touch myself as I lean forward and give her clit a kiss before gently licking her before she roughly grabs my short brown hair before shoving my face into her, "Get the fuck IN there."

For a moment I panic letting go of my erection and gripping her now firm thighs before she lets out a "oh" and releases me, I take in a couple deep breaths before resuming my licking, deeper this time.

I discover moments later why she let go as suddenly the buttplug springs to life and it's all I can do to keep from staining the sheets again, but I pause long enough for Mommy to push my head again.

For a long time mommy plays with the vibrator, pushing it to it's limits every time I displease her till at long last she grips my head.

"I'm cu-" She cuts herself off with a moan as hard as I try I once again spatter the sheets with my now watery seed.

"Now, go to your room." Christa growls gripping my chin with her long nails, "And if you ever want the privilege of licking me you better keep that thing ready to go."

"Y-yes mommy." I meekly respond feeling my face flush, I can't believe I'm actually thinking of obeying her as I pull my seemingly enlarged sweat pats on as I start to head to my room before she gives me a last command.

"Oh and you better not cum before I tell you to."

"Yes, mommy." I meekly respond as I make my way to my bedroom situated near Amber's.

For a few hours I've found myself drifting between mindlessly edging and trying to figure out whats going on and how to get rid of my buttplug, though that didn't last long once I realized to turn it off I needed something small and pointy. The most I've been able to find is there's something in the air making everybody porno levels of horny and supposedly changing people, but I'm starting to think that may be true as each time I pass by the mirror in my bathroom I find myself looking shorter and my cock seems to fit easier and easier into my hands.

I'm pulled out of another edging session by someone pounding on my door and make it half way there before I've realized that I forgot to put my pants on and turn back, so by the time I make it to the door the pounding has reached shaking levels. My heart drops when instead of finding mommy there's only Amber with her bleach blonde hair in pig tail braids and in an oddly tight blue bikini.

"EWWWwww." She whines as my hand had drifted to my bulge, breaking whatever the sight of her had on me as I'm imediatly reminded my whole situation is entirely because of her.

"Finally, I thought I'd have to use this." She says pulling out her phone from the bundle of towels in her hand and showing me the same app mommy used, but she doesn't give me the chance to see if it was logged in

"T-that's not her phone."

"No, but the stupid hag uses the same password, email, and username for EVERYTHING. Now put this on, I need a pool boy and Mark isn't answering." She says thrusting the bundle into my arms.

"B-but mommy s-"

"Who cares, it's 2 and she's already finished her 1st glass of wine and I thought I told you to change!" She growls stepping forward and thrusting the bundle again