Your daughters want the same things you want

Both of your daughters found that your fantasies excited them too. A lot, in fact. To the point that they both told you, point blank, that when you went to make your fantasies real they wanted to go with you. It surprised you, you'd never considered it before, but once the option was there it seamlessly fit into and boosted your fantasies. You agreed to your daughters' request easily, and got to work.

For the first few years you simply gave them mantras, ways to think about the world that would give them the right behaviors and attitude. Elevating others, especially if they were giving orders, while degrading themselves as lowly and worthless. You truthfully expected them to drop it, to declare it was too much and that they didn't actually want it, but instead they embraced it. Before long they were cheerfully ready to **** and humiliate themselves at a moment's notice, even as they kept up appearances for the rest of the world.

Once they turned eighteen you introduced them to sexual pleasure. First was working on perfecting their methods for pleasuring themselves, so that if ordered they could display the act for the viewing pleasure of others. Then you started teaching them techniques. Fellatio, hand jobs, tit jobs, ball sucking, anal, vaginal. Stripping, pole dancing, lap dancing, anything you could think of. The three of you also practiced eating each other out and other lesbian techniques many times.

Partway through all this you introduced a contact aphrodisiac. It would be enough to make wherever it was applied an intensely sensitive and aroused erogenous zone. It also warned that overuse would permanently increase sensitivity, especially if the user didn't actually get off shortly after it was applied. So, naturally, the three of you took turns tying each other down to a bed and slathering massive amounts of it on. The vagina and clit, hands, breasts, asshole, and even mouth once a ring gag was fitted to the bound individual, all received careful and thorough attention. Then the bound slut would be left to stew in arousal for the rest of the day. You fondly remember your own sessions, writhing in denied ecstasy as your daughters left the room.

In due course the three of you were left constantly aroused, to the point that you couldn't wear underwear anymore because they were too much stimulation. So instead you all went around the house naked and dripping as you finished getting ready to forever leave the lives you'd known.

And now, today's the day. You've put everything in order, and the three of you have trained yourselves to please as thoroughly as you could. You reached out to the person who would bring you all to your new owner, and now you kneel in front of the front door, your daughters to either side of you, waiting for it to open and for you to be taken away.