Domme Sisters’ Mother & Daddy
From hair color to politics, Anne and Amy are identical. From childhood the sisters despised men. As prematurely sexy teenagers they learned the art of manipulating males.
As adult they could be openly Femdomonomic. And adopt a profession that gave them independence and power over men.
The main source of their disgust was their father. Selfish, brutish, he often made his wife cry. Some stares he aimed at his daughters made them feel unclean.
Neither cared for sports. They worked hard in the gym. Both boxed and wrestled. No one knew they trained to protect themselves from their creepy dad.
For reasons of policy, the young women adopted cute, girlish appearances. Men melted at the sight of them. No one would suspect they planned to kidnap men and sell them into slavery.
They left home. Abducting men proved surprisingly easy. Whipping the men into submission was a joy.
Affluent, Anne and Amy offered to support mom if she moved out of the house. She was afraid her husband would track her down. He might kill her.
Neither woman had seen their father in months. Surprised to hear from his daughters, he gladly accepted a dinner invitation.
He looked around their opulent apartment enviously. They met his questions about work with promise to talk about after the meal.
They drugged his beer.
Their dad awoke naked. His body stretched between the sides of and bound to a wooden frame. Helpless, panicky, daddy screamed.
Anne and Amy entered.
“Scream all you want, daddy. The walls are soundproof.”
“What the fuck-“
Anne’s whip lashed out first. Each time he spoke one of his daughters hit him.
When he gave up, both lashed him. One worked the front while her sister beat his back, buttocks and rear thighs.
Their father made all the funny, impotent noises men do. He pleaded, threatened, cursed and wept.
Exhausted the sisters stopped.
The father spoke:
“What will your mother think?”
“Let’s find out.”
Amy grabbed her cellphone.
“Mom, can you come other. It’s about dad.”
The sight of her weeping, beaten husband, shocked her.
“Did you girls do this?”
Torn between panic and uncertainty, she lit a cigarette.
She went to her husband. They stared in each other’s eyes. She laughed.
“Finally got what you deserve, you old bastard.”
She asked her daughters what they were going to do with their father.
Anne said they could train him to be her slave. Amy, that they could sell him. He would be gone forever.
Their mother did not hesitate.