Like a Bitch in Heat

You not sure if you're drunk on the atmosphere, but almost instinctually you find yourself slowly unbutton your jeans to give Charlotte easier access. "P-please -"

"Mmmmmph mmmm," your mother groaned through the gag, earning her some more slaps to the ass courtesy of Karen.

"Was anyone talking to you whore? It's almost like you enjoy when I discipline you," Karen giggled with a spank accompanying every word. It left your mother's ass a healthy shade of red that made you wonder if yours would look the same if you two traded places. Her moans sounded so pathetic but enticing, like a siren luring you in. Her eyes look so wide and ****, you almost can't take it anymore. "Fuck it," you decide to strip down as quickly as you can as your lusts and desires become too much.

"Please train me like her." You beg as you get on your hands and knees, finally at your mother's level.

It takes a moment for what you did to sink in, but at the glee on everyone's faces gave you an odd sense of pride. As if you were finally joining in on a game that everyone was enjoying. "Like mother, like daughter, " Karen hums as she gets off your mother.

Karen steps towards you, collar in hand, and methodically fastens it around your neck. The exhilaration you feel when it clasps shut, you knew your fate was sealed. And it was then you fully understood why a woman, as prideful as your mother was, would subject herself to this.