You wait for Zoe to be delivered to you

When you get back home you have a moment to take a breather. You're about to change Caroline's entire life, not to mention her family's. You're about to become an unapologetic dominant. Which means your life will have to change too.

You wonder what you'll need. Toys? Vibrators? Leashes? Collars? A sex dungeon in your basement? Your new reality seems surreal. But there's no escaping it, even if you wanted to. Which you don't.

But more importantly, for Caroline there's no escape as well, from her first real challenge. You wonder if she's up to the task of seducing and perverting her clearly already perverted daughter. You wonder if anyone would be.

But you'll find out. So you wait.

And you wait. And you wait.

Minutes turn to hours. Day turns to dusk turns to night.

You start to wonder. Maybe it's all bullshit. Maybe once you left Caroline decided the game was over. She cleaned herself up and became a normal suburban mom again. Maybe she's right. Maybe it is just a game and it's you who are taking it too seriously.

Or maybe you need to re-assert power - go over there, knock on the door and pervert her daughter right in front of her slut mom.

You glance at your watch and decide you'll give her until midnight, which is 30 minutes away. If she doesn't arrive with signs of progress (meaning her debauched daughter) in thirty minutes then...

Knock Knock at the door.

Your ears perk up. Your cock perks up.

It could be anything. But no, not at this hour. It could only be one thing.

So you open the door.

And it is. A young girl. Petite. An amazingly tight body. Thin, a-cups, long slim legs. And a sweet, innocent face, eyes just like Caroline's, the resemblance clear. The same dirty blonde hair, only in loose curls, not straight like her mothers, up in a pony-tail.

She wears a tight white shirt, no bra, the shape and size of her small hard nipples clearly visible beneath. She wears a pair of short jean shorts, and white knee socks.

You smile at her.

She smiles at you.

"Are you Zoe?" You ask. She shrugs. She is. You know it. She knows it. She knows she's expected. "Come in." you say, and she does step in. You figure the least you can do is get her out of the night. But it's not the cold making her little nipples hard.

You look her up and down. She really is a petite package. "How old are you?" You ask.

"Eighteen." She says. "Honest. You can have my driver's license if you want. You can keep my driver's license if you want."

"Why's that?" You ask.

"Because... my ID is whatever you tell me it is from now in." She smirks.

"Did your mother tell you that?" You ask. You wonder exactly what kind of depravity has been happening next door for the past few hours.

"Uh-huh" she answers.

"Where is your mother?" you ask, wondering.

"She's still over there. She told me to give her the phone numbers of all the boys I had sex with last night. She said that it's only right that she has sex with them too. She wants to be as dirty as I am. Even though that's not possible."

"I see" You answer. "Did she tell you that too?" You ask.

"No. I already knew that." Zoe bites her lip. Whatever Caroline did to her, if it's a result of what you did to Caroline, perhaps you don't know your own power.

"I see." It's hard not to stare at Zoe's amazing, eager, nubile body. Then again, why wouldn't you. She doesn't seem to mind. "And how many boys did you have sex with last night?"

"Four" She says sheepishly, but it's only an act.

"Is that usual for you?" You ask. Zoe shrugs. She's trying to be coy. She's amused by her own dirtiness, you can tell. But she's also refusing to answer questions. She'll need a little discipline. But all in good time. "Is this unusual for you?" You ask, referring to her finding herself in a strange man's house, horny, ready for anything, clearly.

"It's unusual wearing all these clothes. I only do it when Mom's around so she won't know..."

"Well she knows now."

"I guess so. I never realized knowing would make her so happy." Zoe fidgets.

"Well by all means, make yourself more comfortable." You say.

And Zoe takes up your invitation, quickly pulling her thin shirt off over her head, exposing her small breasts, not that you didn't already practically see them through the shirt, then sliding her shorts down, not wearing underwear, exposing her shaved pussy.

You think of how, despite all the appearances you're willing to put up, showing confidence and dominance and total sexual control, it's not exactly expected for you to have a nude 18-year-old standing in your front room, just dripping with horniness.

Then, as she turns to toss her clothes onto a chair, you notice something. Her very red behind.

"Actually it doesn't look like your mom was all that happy." You say, gesturing toward a plump young ass that has clearly been smacked many times.

"She couldn't help but want to punish me." Zoe shrugs. "I kept sassing her."

"What did you say?"

"Well, she said she wanted to make me into the biggest slut of all time. And I told her that to be a slut you have to be a person, and I'm just a thing, a filthy fuck thing. So she kept slapping me, but it only made me hornier." Zoe is completely aware of how dirty she is, and completely aware of what it does to men. All that knowing control will have to be taken care of if she's going to be a true submissive. But all in good time.

"Really?" you ask, amused. Zoe nods in the way that an eager teenager would. So you string her on. "Show me."

And she gladly does. She takes her left hand and brushes her fingers down the middle of her flat chest, past her stomach and down to her moist clit. She starts to rub it. She starts off slow, then speeds up a bit, then a bit more. She moans.

Then she takes her right hand, holds it out a good foot away from her right cheek, and brings it down hard, slapping herself across the face. She let's out a loud "mmm." Then she does it again. Then again.

Each time, it seems that as her palm hits her face her fingers play at her clit a little faster.

She slaps herself again and again. Watching her degradation at her own hand and her enjoyment of it makes your cock grow impossibly hard. A tear rolls down her cheek. She's in pain. She loves it.

She is definitely her mother's daughter. Just as perverted and less restrained in her youth. She'll be easier to corrupt than her mother, but harder to tame.

Her body heaves in front of you. She pants heavily, finally ceasing her **** of her now red cheek. She looks at you for approval.

"And did this punishment work?" You ask.

"No...." she says between breaths. "I kept saying 'Harder Mommy! Harder!' and she kept trying. But eventually she told me that if I wanted it harder I'd have to go see you, the man next door. She said you could give me what I wanted, and in return I'd have to let you make me into whatever you wanted, like you were doing with her, but it was okay because it would probably give me what I wanted which was to be a total filthy fuck-thing."

"I see" you say, feeling yourself slowly getting over the surreality of this situation, and understanding that if you want this situation, the submission of this horny girl and her mother to last forever, you'll have to do what you've been promising to do all along. Take control.

"So..." Zoe says looking at you up and down, clearly stopping to admire your bulge, then looking back into your eyes. "What do you want to make me into?"