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Important Warning: Enter with caution, for the story may ignite feelings and thoughts that push against the boundaries of societal norms and your personal beliefs. This work contains explicit language that may be offensive to the reader and contains Taboo themes, pedophilia, mind control, grooming, incest, and bondage. Discretion is advised.
Feature Writer: Lilith E
Feature Title: TWISTED SEDUCTION 1: A Sordid Taboo Saga of Seduction, Submission, and Salvation.
Published: 10.05.2024 / Copyright ©️ Lilith E, 2024 All Rights Reserved / +21 — we are not responsible if this material falls into the hands of a minor
Story Codes: Incest, Lesbianism, Bondage, Young Ones, Breasts =Worship, Lactation
Synopsis: This particular part of the book delves deeper into the profound bond between the aunt and her niece, exploring the evolution of their love and obsession from both perspectives. The journal, filled with sketches, confessions, and vivid descriptions, captures the essence of their relationship and its progression from tender affection to an uncontrollable longing. “My Little Missy” serves as a cherished nickname, embodying the profound sense of affection, ownership, and adoration the aunt holds for her niece, and her grooming. Using her journal entries and memory the aunt documents her unspoken feelings, hoping to rekindle their intimate connection even as her little Missy embarks on a new journey. The title encapsulates the tender love shared between them and how this secret has been discovered, opening a new chapter in Rebecca’s life as she plunges into the depths of a world of submission.
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Twisted Seduction 1
Born in Blood
Lost in Her Embrace; The Intimate Journal of My Little Missy — The story is told in the first person, after reading his diary and interviewing the person in question
I was there the day my older sister Linda gave birth to Vanessa. We waited hours at the hospital until she finally came out screaming and mad at the world. Being born into this cold world from the womb covered in blood she was letting it be known that she would be heard and attended to.
It could have been that moment when I fell in love with the girl. I would never be able to have my own and my heart went out to her. I was the loving aunt of a sweet little monster. It would be years and a long and twisted path before I would find just how dangerous she would become.
The worst part is how it was my own failings and weaknesses that changed her from the sweet loving little girl she was to what she became over time. I had ruined her life by running away from my sickness instead of facing it and getting help.
By then I had become obsessed with her and did not want to let my sick dream die and chose to take it with me as I ran like a coward after committing a crime. Which is exactly what I was in the middle of doing when I was discovered by my best friend Trina.
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Birth of a Dream
After four years of living alone and two years after two years of living with a man I never could feel love for and him pushing me to get married, I was happy in my apartment with just my two cats for company at home and a few friends from my job at the hospital to hang out with sometimes. At thirty years old and in good health and fitness I was doing well in my job at the hospital as the social worker for just the Heart and Lung transplant team.
My job was sometimes a joy and sometimes heartbreakingly sad. On the team of doctors, nurses, surgeons, techs, and others we all had our parts. Mine was to meet them and evaluate their living conditions by talking to them and their families and supporting people it would take to help them through the event.
The saddest cases were old couples who had no other help and had to be turned down for organs for lack of help. It fell to me to be honest with the team and do my job. But the joy of seeing others get well and following them monthly for basically the rest of their lives and doing well and seeing grandchildren grow was also part of my job and gave it balance. At home, I was bored and lonely until my sister had her first child Vanessa.
I had known for years I could never have children. I didn’t know how much I would love one of my own but I did not hold back at all from loving that little girl with all my heart the moment I saw her. Then when she turned that perfect adorable age of sitting up and looking deeply into my eyes I became hopelessly lost in love with her.
The way she tried to speak still rings in my ears as light and charm and sweetness untold. I loved visiting my sister and seeing Vanessa grow and watching sweet charm come out in smiles and giggles had me smiling and giggling too.
I did not know what helping raise a baby would be like so I did some reading. Sensory input of all sorts was good for babies and the first few years of life. I knew that but never really thought of what it meant. Linda was not into learning it with me but I read more and used it to set up her nursery with a colorful mobile over the bed, a music box, and pictures of animals and toys. Animal sounds, ocean waves, and cute songs were her favorites.
I bought a little baby journal where I kept track of absolutely everything from the first day she was born. I had given it to my sister Linda months before she was born but she didn’t think much of it and kept it in a drawer with no intention of using it.
There I kept track of her date and time of birth, her footprints, her weight, the color of her eyes, her hair, and so it would be the most important record diary for me. I would also keep a lock of her hair and even the band they put on her little hand when she was in the hospital.
When she was about 4 months old, she was crying non-stop, my sister could not calm her in any way, until I carried her in my arms and sat her on my lap against a small cushion, face down, and started massaging her back and rocking her while humming a melody. After a few minutes, the baby calmed down, and then I held her in my arms and kissed her pretty face.
“Thank heavens. You’re the only one capable of calming this demon.” These were some of the comments my sister made about her baby but I just kept quiet and focused on Vanessa’s well-being.
I then went to the bathroom to change her diaper and put clean clothes on her, when I was holding her she said her first word, “Ma,” I couldn’t believe it. I held her again and looked at her, the baby touched my face with her little hand, I held her and kissed her hand as tears of happiness came out of my eyes.
“Ma” was again the sound she emitted when she saw me. I felt like the happiest woman in the world, and I knew I was holding the brightest, sweetest little girl in my arms.
She was developing fast from what I was reading so no worries about my little angel missy as I started calling her based on her spunky attitude and playful way of making me smile or pick her up when held out her arms and say, “Pick up, pweas Becky Beck,” and melting my heart with her manipulating sweetness and giggle when I gave in.
She was a tactile little girl and wanted to touch things and put them in her mouth, like my fingers she would bite and giggle. The girl was a biter.
She was in some ways as curious as a kitten or pup wanting to smell and taste things. She found the squeaker in some chew toys irresistible and would bite them over and over.
She would do the same things with her little hands. After she found a noise maker that sounded like a cow inside of a cute little stuffed toy she began to look for and find anything that may be inside her toys by fondling and squeezing them with her curious hands.
A child of amazement and wonder at the world around her was blended with the emotions brought to her by feel, taste, sound, touch, smell or sight. I could watch her pretty eyes and face and see her as she moved through a range of emotions as she contacted and observed them.
Looking at pictures of trees fallen over, seeing stuffed toys slapped or me being loud with her all were sad face things where clown faces and kittens made her sweet face light up.
One thing I had read about associating emotions was to test and see if her reactions to them seemed normal. From games of covering the eyes such as “peek-a-boo” to more advanced ones later to seeing if more complex things like looking at drawings would trigger emotions.
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What Toddlers Learn: Little Explorers
When the princess was around one year old, she always wore her diaper and was curious about her toys while we played in the living room. The living room carpet was a great playroom. She enjoyed watching my television show and even playing with her favorite cartoon show, which helps children identify objects, numbers, and little memory exercises with music boxes, animals, and puzzles.
Being such an active and creative child she was always looking for ways to learn and absorb new information, she is very hyperactive and my sister Linda gets stressed easily, but for me, it is no problem at all.
One sunny afternoon while little Missy watched her favorite show and I supervised, I noticed that she was opening her little legs and closing them against the carpet to the rhythm of the musical notes, moving her little hips and jumping up and down as she squeezed her teddy bear and looked at the screen.
I thought it was natural because she was so happy with her program. However, I noticed that she was no longer looking at the TV screen and turned around to grab the couch with her little hands and move her hips up and down and side to side with her diaper on. She would smile and then repeat in her little voice. “Auntie, Beck, Becky hip” I smiled to myself, I thought it was my imagination, so I decided to make a note in the journal I was keeping of her behavior and her new words. The following days I set myself the task of continuing to observe her closely. Effectively she would always sit with her legs open and move her hips against the carpet, with her diaper on.
Unlike my sister who, when she saw Missy rocking her crotch on the carpet that one day, shook her hard to make her stop because that behavior was not right for such a little girl, I just watched and took note. Unconsciously this began to provoke strong sensations in me, of desire, an inexplicable desire, a desire to protect her and guide her but with a great tingling in my crotch.
“What are you doing, Missy doll? Do you like to move like that?”
These were questions I asked her, as I leaned down beside her and stroked her little back. Her cheeks were red and her little face was full of concentration as she kept wiggling like this against the diaper. At that moment I knew that what I had read in that article about babies was true. My little Vanessa was self-exploring, diapered as she looked at me and putting her fingers in her mouth while she sucked on them.
I took a breath and sat back in my chair with my laptop, finding out more about it and this is what I found.
Masturbation in a young child? — What is it? — Masturbation is the self-stimulation of the genitals for pleasure. Young children need to touch themselves to understand their bodies and their bodily limits. It is more than the normal inspection of the genitals that almost all children do.
It is a normal and frequent activity in children and can be practiced at any age, although it is rare before the age of six months. The youngest infants rub their thighs against each other, with rhythmic movements of the hips when on their backs or moving on their hands or knees when on their stomachs. A little later they can learn to rub against a doll, the arm of an armchair, etc.
Rhythmic manipulation of the genitals with the hand does not usually occur before the age of two and a half years. It is more frequent when the child goes to sleep, is bored or watching television, or if the child is under some kind of stress.
In any case, during masturbation, the child may be self-absorbed, hot and sweaty, with rhythmic leg extension and flexion movements or scissor legs with rhythmic pelvic movements, or rocking against an object. In some cases, this has led to the misdiagnosis of the episode as an epileptic seizure.
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What is the cause?
Masturbation in preschool children is normal behavior. It has no future consequences, does not predict behavior, nor does it alter development. This behavior has to do at first with getting to know each other and later with seeking pleasurable sensations. Although it is called masturbation, it has little to do with adolescent or adult masturbation.
Up to one-third of young children discover masturbation while exploring their bodies. As parents, what can we do? Don’t be alarmed. Don’t reprimand
Reprimands, punishments, etc. can have a negative effect. Associating this pleasure with dirt or something negative creates a conflict that is difficult to resolve, as they will continue to self-explore, do it in secret and with feelings of guilt.
If you think masturbation may be related to boredom, you can try to keep your child occupied with activities that appeal to him or her. If you observe this behavior in your child, let him/her know that it is an activity that belongs in the private sphere and should never be done in public.
Most young children do not know the difference between public and private behavior. Parents should treat public masturbation as they would any other behavior that is not acceptable in public places, e.g., nose-picking.
Keep in mind that touching or masturbation does not lead to future consequences or predict inappropriate behavior at other stages of life. Keep in mind that, in most cases, masturbation is a common, normal behavior in children. Rarely is it an indicator of some other problem.
Being a little calmer after visiting several sources of pediatricians, I knew that my task now was to guide my princess in this process of self-discovery, without repressing her, or scaring her as my sister does. Perhaps she also does it out of stress from feeling rejected by my sister and from constantly seeing her parents’ fights.
Remembering even in my childhood, I also did the same when I was a toddler, maybe somehow my niece has inherited more of my characteristics that remind my sister unconsciously of herself and she feels a certain rejection of her own daughter’s behaviors, because of the same rejection she felt for me when we were little.
Bath times, on the other hand, were a favorite. Missy would delight in bubbles and how they felt in her hands and then slowly sliding down her body. A creature of sensual delights she reveled in new feelings. It was a joy to lather up my own hair as she sat on the floor of the shower then stood over her and wrung the lathery bubbles over her body to cover her in the bubbles and slippery soap. She squealed in delight at “bubble time”
Sadly my sister Linda had some depression after having the new baby and it fell to me to take as much of a role as I could in the first years of her life. I was thrilled to spend the weekend nights there and go out during the week to help with dinner and spend time with Vanessa and the family. When she was about two years old she was clearly more attached and bonded with me than she was with her mom when Linda overheard her saying she wished I was her mommy and she could go home with me. After that Linda seemed even less interested in being a mother. Given that, she should have been on the pill or more careful because she was upset to find she was going to have another child.
I made a concerted effort to make parts of Missy’s life fun. Bath times were bubbles and laughs. Squeezing toys was a happy face and a curious face. Also biting and touching soft things made her happy. She was easy to please and made her laugh with sweet lilting laughs and giggles.
Getting dressed in pretty things I bought her was always special and of course, I wanted to have pictures of my little angel. She was a natural at posing and acting out emotions and charm for me and the camera. She knew how cute was from a young age.
Her silky hair up in curls with adorable lace and bows could not have been more adorable. Those eyes she knew how to melt me with looking more innocent than she was at that tender age. She had already learned that being really cute got her special attention from almost everyone but her mom.
It was a photo of her on the bed wearing the pink and blues panties, tip and lace leggings for her little ankles and thighs in a pose sitting up with her knees wide exposing her crotch with the pink lace stretched snugly over her pussy that gave me a powerful desire to see her sitting that way more often. I started getting ideas for how to get her to show me her panties without being blunt.
“Oh Missy sweetie, you are sitting so pretty like that, with your legs open to show auntie your pretty panties.”
Taking a few more photos of my little darling with her legs wide sent the tingle of butterflies of lust fluttering in my belly as the idea was forming.
“Let’s call that the “happy pose” because it makes me happy to see your pretty panties.”
My little angel smiled her happy smile and laughed.
“Happy Auntie Beck … yay, happy happy,” and widened her cute little legs even more.
As she showed me her little panties she would lie on her back and move her hips up and down, I remembered at that moment her first years of life, when as a one-year-old she would start rubbing herself against her diaper, and other times I would see her rubbing herself against her chair, or her toys when she would tuck them under the skirt of her dress.
“Move like that Missy doll, if it feels good you can do it, but only with Auntie Becky, don’t do it in public, only here with me”
The girl opened and closed her legs, rubbing her flower against the soft sheets, still wearing her panties. This made my heart race and I couldn’t stop watching her. At two years old, this doll already knew how to pleasure herself by exploring with soft, cushioned objects. I would often take pictures of my darling girl doing what had learned was okay to do in private but not with her mom or strangers.
I sighed with emotion and excitement to see her so beautiful, so perfect, like the daughter I always dreamed of having but maybe better she was my niece and could be more than a mother to her.
Teddy Bear became one of the go-to toys for rubbing its soft fuzzy material over her body. Her face, her neck and chest, and especially her crotch with panties on or naked. It was a sweet and beautiful thing to watch.
Reading more articles about raising children, I could see that the girl was already under constant stress because she now attends preschool and is also a victim of domestic violence, hearing screams from her parents and rejection by her mother who reprimands her at the slightest mistake she makes.
Later on, these behaviors in my little darling increased due to the arrival of a new baby to the family, her little sister Lisa. That provoked in Vanessa a feeling of jealousy when she sees that her mom attends more to the needs of her little sister.
Music was an early joy and escape for Vanessa. So were children’s story recordings. She would spend long hours listening to tales of children doing all kinds of fun things. It would prove to help her learn her words and take her mind on safe fun adventures. Her fantasy life was a bit part of being a child and she was bright and creative in her play.
She may have been eating more due to the stress of the little sister or it may have been my finding new things she liked to eat but whatever the case she was growing fast and even a baby fat gave her a sweet rounded healthy baby look.
I remember one day before her bath she had gone into her room and taken off her clothing. No reason to take off her clothes so soon but that was becoming more common for her to enjoy being naked. She was holding one of her small soft stuffed toys looking up at me pensively. Sitting there just waiting for me to come to take her for her bath as I was doing most evenings during that time.
She had gotten used to me taking photos and sometimes she posed and smiled and knew how to light up a moment for the camera. But this time she didn’t seem to notice the camera and let her calm mood flow as stood quietly in front of her.
“What is it, sweetie? You seem to be lost in thought. Is something on our mind?”
“Not really,” she said with a faraway look in her eyes, then looked up at me and melted my heart again with the genuine sweetness of her loving nature.
I was tempted to nudge her into telling me but granted her the chance to have her thoughts and tell me about them when she was ready to. She smiled at not being pushed or asked.
Getting off the cushioned stool she held out a hand for me to walk her into the bathroom. I was caught in a sweetly haunting moment of admiring the beauty and sensual curves of my little darling girl that lingered on the erotic.
Missy loved it when I would read to her. She marveled at the sound of my adult female voice. She often begged me to read her stories and made a silly comment about me making something she could listen to on her headphones. The first thing I made was a twenty-minute reading of one of her favorite reading books. She loved it and like a kid with a favorite cartoon or song, she listened to my voice reading calmly in her ears over and over.
“I’m a cute and perfect little girl for you Aunt Becky Beck ?”
Her sweet words and that look stole my breath.
“You’re the cutest and most perfect girl for me.”
Vanessa touches her hair and plays with it with her little fingers while she keeps looking at me with those beautiful luminous green eyes.
“I love you, Auntie Becky.”
Her sweet voice and her naked body made me shiver inside out. I feel tears prick at the corner of my eyes as I gaze lovingly at Vanessa’s delicate form.
“I love you too Missy, sweetheart …”
Feeling my heart swell with love and affection for the child before me. I can’t help but pull Vanessa close and kiss her tenderly on the forehead.
“I love you so much, my precious angel.”
I gently stroke her hair as I try to gather my thoughts, feeling both content and conflicted at the same time. I reached out to gently stroke Vanessa’s cheek, my hand lingering there for a moment.
I used more of her children’s songs to add sung or whispered lyrics into them to instill a strong desire for women and breasts and to avoid men.
With some songs, the messages were more erotic and suggestive. I made some cute versions of her favorite bedtime stories. The story of the Goldie Locks and the three bears became about not just the beds but how the little girl did not like being in bed with the man as his bed was crowded and smelly and his hairy body was icky. How the baby’s bed was too small and the baby didn’t know how to cuddle but the momma bear’s bed was just right and snuggling up to the soft kind woman bear was just right and the girl slept happy and safe in the mamma bear’s arms snuggling to her soft chest.
Making some flashcards of happy and sad and got her to point at which one after showing her many things and asking how they made her feel she was able to tell me in simple sweet childlike words what made her a range of different emotions.
Hide and seek was a fun game from the time she could run around in the house and knew the good places to hide. By then she was becoming a little chatterbox at times.
“You won’t find me this time Becky Beck,” she would say in all seriousness, “Now cover your eyes well … don’t peek, auntie!”
Then dash off to some corner as I counted down from ten. Finding her would often be a riot of laughs and her grabbing my hand and leading me back to the starting place to do it again. The girl was the joy of my life.
One night after dinner she had put on her headphones and was kneeling against the couch looking up at me with an almost sad look on her face. I assumed it was a part of the story where the little bunny had hopped away from the rest of her family and the mommy bunny was worried about her little black bunny baby.
It struck me how much my voice was affecting her mood. It also stuck a new cord in me that ran the vibrations of a wicked idea over me that settled in my loins as the hint of arousal. It was the moment the idea of making more recordings for her to listen to. A way to say things to her mind as it absorbed new things and feelings. I wanted to make her feel things. I wanted to make her want to show me her panties again, and much more.
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Seducing Innocence: The Art of Grooming, a Slow Descent Into Forbidden Desire
A cute little wordless song with a fun snappy beat was one she had heard my play from a CD was the first subliminal suggestion recording I made for her. It was a crude way to make it but came out pretty well when I played the Little Diddy I had my recorder running on my laptop and as the song came to a certain point each stanza.
“Happy Pose for Auntie,” I said softly.
It was a simple thing and I had no idea if it would work until the next day when she was listening and had no idea I was watching her from the other room she sat on the carpeted floor on her knees with her feet tucked under her little butt, leaned back on one hand and spread her little legs wide in the, “Happy Pose,” with her little dolly in her free hand played with it making it dance to the happy beat of the music.
That was the first time my panties dampened in a way that made me both ashamed and very sexually excited looking at my beautiful little darling being sexual without even realizing it.
After that came more little songs with my voice embedded in them telling her to “Happy pose for auntie,” then added more lines, “Secret happy pose,” and, “Only happy pose for auntie,” whispered or said under the music or real words to the song.
Over the next week she must have flashed me the happy pose a dozen or more times. Each time my heart pounded in my chest at the implications this represented for the future.
I was going to groom her. I had taken the first step in direction. I had not even planned where it would go but I knew it would have my little doll showing me her cute little panties and more.
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Good touching time
Sometimes my sister would scold Vanessa for yelling at herself or touching her private parts in the park. She would slap her hand and shake it and yell at her saying that it was a disgusting act. Sometimes when she wore her little dresses she would put her stuffed ducky under her skirt to sit and rub herself against her stuffed ducky. She was so astute even when she was so little that she learned quickly what she was doing had to be kept hidden from her mother.
I was a faithful witness to her growing up, I knew that she liked to scream at herself even when she was in a diaper and I remembered that article that talked about it. I was also aware that she did this activity to seek some “Relief” as she felt high levels of stress when her mom was at home, it was a coping mechanism to deal with childhood stress and the need for affection that led my little girl to want to explode and touch herself in search of new and good sensations for her.
I tried to talk about it seriously with my sister Linda. But she as usual did not listen and even in a despicable way she would say to me …
“I remember when you used to do the same thing when we were little, I used to see when you rubbed yourself even on hard flat surfaces or against the bedroom door, against the chair. Mom would scold you because it was really weird for you to do that. I don’t want my daughter to do it, I give her everything she needs, kids don’t know or understand anything about stress. Those articles you read exaggerate things to normalize something totally disgusting, if I yell at her she will understand that she shouldn’t do it and that’s it.”
Sighing as I rub my forehead.
“All children are capable of understanding without yelling. Besides, Vanessa is a bright child, you don’t have to treat her like that.”
“That’s as far as the discussion goes, don’t tell me how I have to educate her, besides you spend enough time with her already.”
And there the conversation stayed while she took calls or had some excuse for more important stuff than her daughter. I decided to keep guiding my princess so she wouldn’t feel repressed with me. That night at bedtime, we did our bubble bath routine, and when I saw her in her underwear my heart was pounding in my chest. I sat next to her as I stroked her hair.
“Tell me, princess, how much do you like your stuffed ducky?”
Vanessa had the duckling between her legs and next to her was her bear. She bent her head down without giving me an answer while she played with her little hands. As I continued to stroke her hair I smiled sweetly at her.
“It’s okay Missy doll, Aunt Becky won’t judge or scold you. Do you like playing with your ducky in the middle of your legs?”
The little girl looks up and looks at me as she nods her head.
“Does it feel good when you do it?”
“Yes, Aunt Becky. Soft and warm,” her voice was so sweet and innocent melted me completely.
My face starts to heat up but I have to keep my cool.
“It’s okay what you do, it’s normal, all children do it sometimes. For example, when I was about your age I did it too because I was bored, or because I wanted to feel a little happier. If it feels good, do it, but be careful not to hurt yourself, your little body is delicate and beautiful, it should be treated with care”
“But is it bad, Aunt Becky Beck? Am I a bad girl for doing it? Mommy treats me badly.”
Her expression is sad and it breaks my heart. I hug her and kiss her forehead, then grab her chin to make her look me in the eyes. Her eyes are watery.
“No my princess you are not a bad girl, don’t listen to your mom, she doesn’t understand, but I understand you. You are the most beautiful girl in the world, the nicest girl in the world. You can do this with me, in your room or in another place where you and I are. I want to teach you how to make your little body feel happy. It’s like tickling, but it must be done in private. Do you understand my love?”
The girl smiles and nods.
I can’t stand to see her sad so I start tickling her. I tickle her ribs and sides and then her neck. She throws herself on the bed laughing out loud as she tries to block me. But I kiss her neck and tummy, then tickle her feet. I kiss and cuddle her, breathe in her natural baby smell. I find myself full of emotions but for now, I must stay in a motherly posture.
“I love you so much, never hide anything from me, always be open with Aunt Becky.”
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Bonding Story / A Whole New World
I devised various games to share time with my little darling. At the tender age of 5, she was already painting, drawing, and fascinated by music, not to mention other branches of art, such as dance and arts and crafts. That may be normal for a young child, as all children are naturally curious, but my fascination with some things was beyond average. I was quick to notice this to include more advanced and strategic games, combining the famous hide and seek with role play and dress-up.
But above all, what fascinated me the most and stayed ingrained deep in my plan was her growing little brain were the hypnosis sessions, fairy tale nights and guided meditation with strange music, and videos with subliminal symbology. There began my journey into this world of no return into which my perverted intentions of possessing her completely.
I created a magical place, where there is room for imagination, where nothing is forbidden, where there is no punishment, no limit, only pleasure and satisfaction, a world where older women can train their daughters to be their sexual little objects, where aunts can manipulate their little nieces to give themselves body and soul to them and fulfill all their expectations, a world where pretty girls, princesses should be trained properly by their MILF (mistresses and owners) and they should be good little puppies. That was the main motto and slogan I proclaimed every night as part of her initiation ritual.
END OF CHAPTER ONE