Clowning Around

"Take your glasses off, Mother!"

"No! Why would I? Enough of this!" She stood up and put her hand on Amelia's shoulder. "Come, Amelia, we're leaving ... Amelia?"

She shook her daughter's shoulder, but there was no give. Amelia's mind was now the property of Marisol.

"Amelia? Wake up, sweetie." Mother turned to Marisol. "What did you do to her?"

"Something that should've been done a long time ago. Amelia, seize her!"

Amelia stood up and grabbed her mother's arm. Mother tried to wrench it free and push her daughter away, but Amelia just quickly took hold of her other arm. Mother never knew how strong her eldest was ...

"Amelia! Let me go! Please!"

"Slave, hold her down and make her face me," Marisol ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Amelia replied in monotone.

Amelia forced Mother onto her knees, clutching a tuft of hair in her hand.

"Please, don't hurt me, Marisol! Please! I'm your mother!"

"So? All you've ever done is make me feel and treat me like shit! You've always loved Amelia more than me! I hate you! I hate you for never supporting me for wanting to be a clown! ... Well, now you're going to pay. Amelia, take off her glasses!"

Amelia obeyed, and Marisol took them. Mother shut her eyes.

"Open one of her eyes!" Marisol ordered her hypnotized sister.

And she obeyed. Mother screamed for help, but once an eye was pried open, Marisol swung the pendant. The glow caught in the older woman's eye ... and she stopped screaming ... and she relaxed her body ... and she opened her other eye ... and she heard her youngest daughter recite the pretty rhyme ... and her mouth opened as her body swayed to the movement of the jewel ...

And Mother was no longer in control of anyone or anything.

"Whom do you serve?" Marisol asked.

"You, my mistress," Mother said, in a quiet voice.

Marisol put her mother's glasses back on.

"Whom do you serve?" Marisol asked.

"You, my mistress," Mother said, in a quiet voice.

"Good to know," Marisol said out loud to herself.

And so Marisol began her dominance over her family, giving them instructions on their new proper behavior. First, the skinny bitches needed to finish their dinner, so they sat down and ate the rest of the pizza, rubbing each slice on their faces, stuffing the cheese and crust into their mouths, slurping every last bit of sauce. Then they belched in each other's face and licked their faces clean.

Once they were done, they carried Marisol to the couch, where they sat her down and pampered her. Amelia massaged Marisol's back and neck, while Mother rubbed Marisol's bare feet.

"Mother, from now on, your name is Old Bitch," Marisol said. "And Amelia? From now on your name is Young Bitch. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," the entranced slaves said in unison.

"Good. Old Bitch, are my feet sweaty and stinky?"

"Yes, Mistress, very much so."

"Good. Smell every inch of my feet, and wipe the sweat with your hair."

And Old Bitch obeyed.

Marisol then had her Bitches give her a pedicure. They alternated painting each toe red and white, with Old Bitch using the red nail polish and Young Bitch the white.

When she went to sleep, Marisol had them collared, leashed, and tied to her bedposts. She slept comfortably in her bed while her Bitches lied naked on the floor, huddling close together for warmth.

In the morning, Marisol ordered her Bitches to make her breakfast. Only after she was finished were they allowed to eat ... on the floor in front of the garbage can, as was proper.

Then she ordered her Bitches to kneel before her.

"Young Bitch, when you go back to work on Monday, you will resign from your job so I can retain you as my personal lawyer. You will sign over all power of attorney concerning you and Old Bitch to me. You will both list me as the sole beneficiary of all of your finances. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Now, Old Bitch ... Be honest with me ... Why do you love Young Bitch more than me?"

Old Bitch blinked. "I love her more because she has never disappointed me. She has never embarrassed me. She made something of herself by becoming a lawyer."

"Indeed," she said, fighting back tears. "And what do you think of me?"

"I think that you're a failure as a daughter. You have a good job, but you want to be a clown. That is disgraceful and stupid. I wish that you were never born."

Marisol shot out of her chair and backhanded Old Bitch, who fell to the floor and lied there, a red hand mark on her face. Then she turned to her sister.

"Young Bitch, what do you honestly think of me?"

"I think, Mistress, that I am better than you. You are a loser. Always have been, always will be."

"And yet your husband left you. How does that not make you a loser?"

"Because, my mistress, at least I like men."

Young Bitch was also promptly backhanded in the face.

"Know this, my slaves," Marisol said, "I hate each of you, and for that, I will own you forever. You have no free will! And, the best part is, there is nothing either of you will ever be able to do about it because you don't want to. ... On your backs, now!"

They complied, and Marisol took off her pants and underwear.

"Taste my waste and smell my ass!"

She stood over her Bitches and pissed on their faces. Then she squatted over their noses and farted, long and slow. She sat back down and ordered her slaves to clean themselves and the floor, and to feel bad for being so filthy. While they did so, Marisol tried to think of a way to truly humiliate them ... and then smiled, retrieving her bags from Sadie's store.

After the hypnotized women were done cleaning, they kneeled before their owner.

"Slaves, have sex with each other," Marisol commanded, emptying the bags in front of them. "And use these toys."

And they obeyed. Old Bitch took off her glasses and demurely glanced at her younger lover. Young Bitch took her elderly lover gently into her arms. They opened their mouths and tongued. They kissed and licked each other, and sucked each other's tits. Old Bitch had such a field day drinking from Young Bitch's breasts, while Old Bitch's sagging titties didn't have enough left in them. Even so, Young Bitch was cradled in her mother's arms ...

They kissed soles and toes and licked legs, and then they scissored. Young Bitch had a plug shoved up her butthole, while Old Bitch was gagged. Marisol took particular interest in how dominant her sister was of their mother, flogging the older woman's back and bare feet till they turned red. Old Bitch screamed in pleasure, begging for more torment ...

Marisol rubbed her clit. She realized that she wasn't turned on by incest, but by the fact that she had control over these two Bitches who ruined her life. Ah, but now she was in control, not them, and she was going to hold on with an iron grip.

She, Marisol, the wannabe clown.

She laughed out loud and squirted right onto her slaves, marking her territory. When she finished, she ordered her Bitches, "Freeze!"

Marisol got up and cleaned her wet, sticky hand on her slaves's hair.

"Continue!" she said, once she sat back down.

After Marisol had her fill, she allowed her slaves to take a nap while she went online and searched for clown schools in her area. She found one, which wanted applicants to send in a 15-minute video of their act. Marisol was so excited at her discovery that she forgot all about Sadie telling her to practice ...

Marisol quickly wrote a script, but realized that some of the jokes and gags needed more than one person ... She smiled ... She make some quick revisions to what she wrote ...

"Bitches!" she called out from her room. "Crawl to your queen!"

Old and Young Bitches answered the call of their mistress on all fours. They sat on their haunches.

Marisol laughed. "Oh, my sweets ... We're going to have so much fun ..."

She ordered Old Bitch to dress like a mime. Marisol's former mother applied white makeup to her face and made her lips red. After putting on black eyeliner, she got into costume: black-and-white-striped shirt and black pants, suspenders, shoes, and beret.

The she ordered Young Bitch to dress like a harlequin. The woman who in another existence was Marisol's older sister wore stockings, a multicolored checkered costume, a frilly white dress, flat shoes, a black domino mask, and a tiny top hat.

Marisol's outfit was the one that she wore while under Sadie's control. After rehearsing the script for a bit with her slaves and getting her props in order, she set up a camera on a tripod and began filming her entrance video.

Giggles started by telling jokes, and then moved on to juggling and pulling handkerchiefs out of her mouth—and a banana-peel pratfall, of course. Next, she brought in her slaves. The harlequin was on the receiving end of a pie to the face, while the mime mimicked cleaning up the mess. Both of them got squirted with water after trying to smell a flower, and Giggles got them both to sit on a whoopee cushion.

When she had enough footage, Marisol reviewed it and then submitted it to the school. She ordered her Bitches to sleep inside the broom closet and went to bed happy.

In the morning, she let her Bitches out of the closet and had them eat breakfast off of each other—but only after they cooked Marisol's meal and she finished eating it.

Marisol then lied down on the couch, thinking of different ways to punish her slaves, when the cell rang.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Marisol? This is Sadie. From the adult store. How are you?"

"Great! I'm so happy you called! I can't thank you enough for the jewel that you sold me! It's made me so happy!"

"Glad to hear it. Look, I was wondering ... if you're not doing anything ..."

Marisol smiled. "Would you like to come over?"

"May I?"

"Why, of course!"

"That sounds lovely."

"See you soon!"

When Sadie came over, Marisol found that her lover wasn't under, but that was fine. She wanted her awake for their day together, anyway.

As Old and Young Bitches massaged Marisol and her guest, she told the storeowner what she was up.

"Well, you've certainly been busy," said Sadie.

"And I haven't been happier," Marisol gushed. "And it's all thanks to you."

Marisol reached over and gently put her hand on Sadie's leg. The storeowner interlaced her fingers with Marisol's.

"Sound like you really like being the dom."

"Oh, my God, it's such a rush!" Marisol brushed her hair back.

"I'm sure it is." Sadie stood up. "I'm horny."

Marisol smiled. She turned to the older slave. "Old Bitch, I'm a lesbian. Be honest and tell me how that makes you feel."

"I'm disappointed that you don't like men, and I hate you for it," Old Bitch responded. "I'm embarrassed to be your mother. You are a sin and an abomination."

Marisol backhanded Old Bitch on the mouth. "From now on, you piece of shit slave, you will worship Sadie as your goddess and show me love and affection, and Young Bitch shall be your lover. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Now, stand in the corner and face the wall till I say otherwise. Young Bitch, wait outside my bedroom door, like a fucking dog. If you feel like biting Old Bitch's ass, then do so."

"Yes, Mistress," she replied. "Thank you, my mistress."

So Marisol and Sadie got into bed and made love. Marisol was introduced to the joys of bastinado and being gagged, and she never knew that biting could be so much fun.

They spent the rest of the day in bed, except for dinner, which they ate in the dining room. Old Bitch cooked while Young Bitch served.

"So you're really going to enslave them forever?" Sadie asked, feeding Marisol a piece of meat.

"Of course. They deserve it. They'll never be free for as long as I live ... Why, you think it's wrong?" Marisol dipped a finger into her mashed potatoes and fed Sadie.

"No, just curious. As long as you have physical possession of the Mind-Slaver, then only you can control them."

"Good to know ... Sadie, you're free to stay here for as long as you want."

"Couldn't ask for anything more ..."

Marisol smiled. "Oh! Guess what? I applied to a local clown school."

Sadie stared at her. "Really? Do tell."

She did, and Sadie listened intently.

"So when will you hear back?" Sadie asked.

"By week's end. I really hope I'm accepted ..."

"I'm sure you will be," Sadie said, stroking Marisol's hair.

They kissed.

After a night of making out and deep sleep, Marisol left for work on Monday morning while Sadie left a little after her ... The workweek then played out as normal for the two lovers and two hypnotized slaves.

On Saturday, Marisol received an email from the clown school. She eagerly read it ...

And was devastated.

That afternoon, Marisol cried as Sadie held her tight and stroked her hair. Her Bitches were stationed before them, standing and ready for any orders.

"What did the school say?" Sadie asked.

"That I had a good look, but my performance was stale," she said through sobs. "They wanted something new and fresh." She loudly blew her nose. "Oh, and get this. They thought that the way I treated my Bitches was too mean-spirited."

"That so?"

"Can you believe it? And you wanna know the worst part? They said that if I got a fresher act and toned down the meanness, then they were interested in the three of us as an act! Either that or just the Bitches!" She bawled again.

"I'm sorry, Sweets," Sadie said. "Hey, look, you can apply again—"

"That's not the point!"

"Then what is?"

"I quit my job," Marisol said, pushing herself away.

"What?"

"I was so sure that I'd get in and make something of myself. The more I thought about it, the more I got excited ... God, I'm so stupid!"

"No, you're no." Sadie sighed. "Look, you can come work in the store for a bit and I'll help with your act. What do you say?"

"I don't know."

Sadie sighed. "You should've waited—"

"But I practiced!"

"Think of clowning as an art, not just a profession. Take some time to work the kinks out before submitting again. It takes more than one afternoon."

"So it's my fault?"

"Well, I mean ... Just learn from your mistakes ..."

Marisol got up and paced the room haphazardly, tears welling up in her eyes. "Get out!"

"What? Sweets, c'mon—"

"Bitches, seize her!"

Sadie ran for the door, but before the lovers, Young Bitch grabbed her arm as Old Bitch blocked her way.

"Kneel her before me!" Marisol commanded, taking the Mind-Shard necklace from around her neck. "And hold her eyes open!"

The Bitches obeyed and Sadie struggled to get free.

"Wait! Please, Marisol! Let's talk about this!"

"No! I'm tired of being hurt! I'm going to live my life with me in control! Only this time ... I'm going to have one extra slave ..."

She swung the pendant in front of Sadie's eyes and recited the mantra. Sadie's body relaxed and her eyes became glassy.

"Whom do you serve?" Marisol asked.

"You, my mistress," Sadie said, emotionlessly.

"Excellent!" Marisol laughed as she sat down. "Slaves, massage my body."

"Yes, Mistress," the three women said in unison.

Old Bitch rubbed Marisol's temples and Young Bitch her back. Sadie rubbed Marisol's bare feet.

Marisol yawned. "If I fall asleep, then stop and kneel before me to await your next orders."

"Yes, Mistress," the three women said in unison.

And Marisol fell asleep, but when she woke up, she was immediately seized by the Bitches and forced to kneel down before—

"Sadie!" Marisol cried. "What the fuck is this? Bitches, unhand me!"

"Shut up, Marisol," Sadie said.

Marisol shot daggers at Sadie. "How dare you—" Wait, what was that around her neck ...? Marisol gasped.

"The Mind-Slaver! Why are there two of them?"

"Because when I came into possession of it, I thought it too dangerous and powerful. So, I broke it into two pieces, so if one fell into the wrong hands, then I'd have a second one to fix the mess."

"But ... but you're under my control ... Aren't you?"

"Actually, I'm under my own control. See, once I got the Slaver, I used self-hypnosis to command myself that I would never fall under anyone's control if the Slaver were used against me. All my enslavement was just acting. Clever, eh?"

Marisol hung her head and sighed. "What are you going to do to me?"

Sadie studied her and then said, "I feel sorry for you, Marisol, but you've gone mad with power. I certainly won't release these two, either. By the way, after you left for work on Monday, I used the Slaver on these stuck-up shits to find out what you've been up to. Just so you know, I'm taking over everything—accounts, money, and so forth. I can't have any of you ruin your lives or anyone else's."

Despite her protests, Marisol had her head forcibly held up and her eyes pried open by her—by Sadie's—Bitches. The glow of the Mind-Slaver became everything to the failed clown, and her ears longed to hear the commands of Sadie ... her former lover ... her mistress ...

"Old and Young Bitch, I hereby order you to treat Marisol as a loving mother and loving sister should. Proceed."

And Marisol, for the first time in a long time if at all, knew familial love. Old Bitch nursed her youngest, while Young Bitch created a makeshift hopscotch court on the floor and played with her sibling. Then, the Bitches held a belated Sweet Sixteen party for Marisol, who danced with Sadie, her love. Old Bitch told Marisol that she accepted her daughter's lesbianism, which led to a family group hug.

"Marisol, how do you feel?" Sadie asked.

"Wonderful, my mistress," Marisol said, her voice choking and eyes leaking tears. "I've never felt this good before."

"Good." Sadie sighed. "And now, I can finally give the three of you the punishment that you deserve. Strip naked and stand before me."

They obeyed. Sadie took out of her pocket the other piece of the Mind-Slaver. She touched the broken side of both gems together, and immediately the two halves once again became one piece.

And then, using the full power of the Mind-Slaver, she twirled it in front of the hypnotized women's eyes. She started out making a small circle in the air, but then increased its size with its speed. She recited the mantra, and the glow of the jewel became such a bright red that it was almost blinding. Their glassy eyes reflected the glow so much that they resembled six precious rubies ...

And the faster the jewel spun, the more Marisol, Old Bitch, and Young Bitch felt their bodies go stiff and numb ... Their eyelids lost their function to close ...

"Cleanse yourselves of all impurities."

And they promptly shat and pissed themselves, and their faces became covered in tears and snot ...

"Food, water, sleep, breathing, speaking, moving—these things are of no more use to you, but you shall always remain alive and conscious, your five senses always on alert, your minds, voices, and souls forever trapped in the shells, the prisons that are now your bodies. And your bodies shall always remain stiff and rigid unless I say otherwise. How and why? Because I, your mistress, command these things of you no matter what, and you have no choice but to obey. Understand?"

There was no verbal response or nodding.

Sadie stopped twirling the Mind-Slaver and placed it around her beck. "Now, awaken!"

Marisol, Old Bitch, and Young Bitch remained frozen in place.

Sadie laughed out loud; the three women screamed silently.

Why would she do this to us? Marisol thought to herself.

"And now to clean you fuckers up," Sadie said. "I'd have you do it, but it's a small price to pay, really. Speaking of paying, you three are going to save me some money in the long run by being my replacements." She laughed. "Starting tomorrow, you're all going to play a never-ending game of dress-up."