INTRODUCTION 

We are finally back from my mom's house!
The whole experience was... interesting in many aspects. Since lot people gave me advices when i was absolutely worried about all this i think is fair i write it a blog entry for everybody. I know it will be a long entry but i need to write everything. So here we go:

BEFORE LUNCH  

Half an hour before we were supposed to leave, my wife ordered me to get dressed (while she showered) with the items she prepared for me. I did it almost crying with desperation: I looked like a whore, my face with heavy make up, a super short skirt, a top showing off my pierced belly button and the damn "slut" tag. Impossibly high heels and fishnet stockings with visible garters. Metal collar, wristbands and anklebands. Even the thong strip visible above the skirt...

When Miss Veronica saw me, she said I looked like a cheap whore and that she was pleased because that's what I was, but she said I was missing something. She ordered me to get on my knees, eyes closed, and mouth open. I obeyed without hesitation and immediately tasted the unmistakable flavor of urine. I drank it to avoid it dripping on my clothes and body, but she started moving and literally bathed me in her pee. "Now you're really ready for lunch with your mother, c'mon, lets go!", she said

I lay on the floor wanting to die. "What's wrong, do you have something to say to me, bitch?" I told her no, that I was just a little shocked but that we could go now. "Perfect, but before we go I'd like to hear your opinion about what you're wearing to your mother's house. My opinion is that your outfit is perfect because you look like yourself. What's yours, slut?" I wanted to reply that even though I know I'm a cheap whore, I'd rather not dress like this so as not to impress my mother, but all I could manage to say was, "My opinion is that your opinion is the only one that matters."

We went outside, and she told me to wait while she went to get the car. A few minutes passed (which felt like hours), and I was still waiting. People walked past me and stared, and I felt awful: I'd never felt so humiliated. But the worst part was when a very friendly neighbor (a woman in her fifties, whom I've spoken to many times) came out of the building with her two teenage children (a boy and a girl). The first to see me was the daughter. I saw her trying to get her mother's attention while staring at me. When the mother saw me, I couldn't help but notice her expression: a mixture of surprise and contempt. The son stared at me, wide-eyed. The woman quickened her pace, passing by me without even saying "good morning," pretending to look at her phone while tugging at her daughter's arm to hurry her along. The son couldn't stop staring at me. The last thing I saw was the daughter turning her head and looking at me. I felt awful and wondered if they'd smelled the urine oozing from my clothes and body. I felt like I was going to cry at any moment. But then I realized maybe they hadn't recognized me! Bald head, heavy makeup, clothes completely different from what I usually wear (used to wear). No, they must not have recognized me (or at least that's what I want to believe... but im not 100% sure).

Then I saw my wife coming back, without the car. "I've been watching you! You look like a hooker waiting for a client. And it seems you've scandalized our neighbors! I can just imagine Mrs. Perfect Family calling her husband and saying there's prostitution in the neighborhood!" Then I couldn't hold back anymore and I started to cry.
"Stop it slut! Listen, you have to accept that people will soon be starting to find out you're a cheap whore. And today is the day your mother will find out too... or are you having doubts? Are you refusing to go, perhaps?" Through tears, I told her I had no problem going. "I don't know, you don't seem convincing. Let's do something, beg me on your knees to please take you to your mother's house so she can see what a whore you are. Say those words and make them sounds convincing!" And I had to do that, in the middle of the strees. I had to beg her on my knees to let me show my mother what a cheap whore I am. I have no idea if anyone saw me humiliate myself like that or not; I couldn't see anything around me anymore, only the imposing presence of my owner.

"Okay, I believe you. Look, I forgot my car keys, let's go back home to get them... unless you want to wait here for me, do you?" "I go with you Mistress" i said quickly and she smiled. We arrived to the appartment and after closing the door she looked at me intently and said: "Okay, last chance: do you want to do this or not? You know I want the world to know you're a cum-guzzling, piss-drinking slave bitch under my complete control, but... do you want it?"

I looked at her silently, wanting to say "no!" But that would have meant the end of our D/s relationship, so I lowered my gaze and said, ""Mistress, I'm worthless and not even fit to be a cheap whore, so I depend on your guidance and discipline to become one. And that can only happen if I'm your submissive and obedient slave, and it's only right that the world knows this, and that includes my mother." I knelt down and begged her again to let us go out right away so I could show my mother my true face and she could finally discover what kind of daughter she has. And at that moment, I was horrified to realize that I really meant it!

She smiled again, took my hand, and lifted me off the floor while kissing me on the mouth. Then she said, "I'm convinced you've finally understood that my will is the only thing that matters, so I'm extremely pleased with your new attitude. Indeed, you're dressed as you really are, and that's how you should go to see your mother, but I'm not cruel enough to take you like that and let your mother know you're a submissive cum-drinking whore, and that all her years of effort raising you resulted in a piece of trash with no self-esteem who enjoys drinking her owner's piss. So get rid of all that crap, take a quick shower, and put on something normal, you whore, because we're going to visit your mother and you must respect her, you filthy slut!" and then she said "We'll hide your whore status as much as we can. She's an older woman and won't understand that this isn't just what you are, but what you always wanted to be".

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I threw myself at her feet, hugging her legs, kissing her feet and thanking her while crying. "Stop it, you whore, you're getting me dirty with the piss you have on you! Go take a shower and change; we don't have all day and we are late already!" "And rinse your mouth out, your kisses taste as urine and your breath smells like a public restroom, you disgusting whore!"

THE LUNCH 

And so we went, me with a huge sense of relief, wearing a blouse (piercing covered!), jeans, and sneakers, face washed, no masive metal collar but the necklace i use at work everyday, no wristbands, no anklets—just a normal girl. My relief lasted until we arrived (we were on time btw) and my mom saw me, and the first thing she said was "OMG Alex, what happened to your hair?" I froze because Miss Veronica told me in the car she was going to answer that question, and honestly, I was dreading her response.

"I think that's my fault, Ma'am. We made a bet while playing around about who would win the soccer championship this year, and to make it interesting, she proposed that whoever lost would shave her head. I won, and in the heat of the moment, I dared her to keep her promise and not to be a chicken, and I must say, she did! Yes, we were a little tipsy, I admit it and im sorry, it seemed funny at the moment... but don't worry, in a couple of months, she'll look much better!"

"You two are going to give me a heart attack one day! First that Candy thing, which, well, I cannot fully understand but its ok, and now this! What were you two thinking? You, Veronica, you're almost 40 years old, you should be the sensible one! And you, Alex, you're too old for this teenage nonsense of betting on stupid things! I can't believe you shaved your beautiful hair! What are they going to think about this at your job? And your father, it's a good thing he's not around to see you acting like a stupid child! Anyway, it's not my problem! Let's go to the table, lunch is almost ready! You're both behaving like teenagers! Even worst: like Drunk teenagers, for God's sake! Shaving your head for a silly bet... unbelievable!"

And she went on like that! I mean, my mother being my mother. Meanwhile I could see a subtle, knowing smile on my wife's face... and then, as my mother walked ahead of us toward the dining room, Miss Veronica whispered in my ear, while her hand groped my plugged ass, "Bitch, you owe me one!"

Lunch was excellent (my mom is an old-school cook) and the conversation was relaxed (and luckily my stomach didn't have any problems after my nocturnal ordeal). Every now and then she couldn't help but glance at my shaved head and shake her head, but she didn't say anything else about it. In fact, there were laughs when Miss Veronica (who can be very charming when she wants to be) shared anecdotes from her youth (some of which I didn't know!). It was a wonderful afternoon, thank God!

At one point, I blurted out "Mistress" (I tried not to use that word, but it seems I use it so much lately that if I'm not thinking, it just slips out naturally when I'm distracted). My mother asked me why I called my wife "Mistress" when I spoke to her, to which Miss Veronica quickly replied with a big, innocent smile that it was something between us, a kind of code or inside joke, similar to "Candy." My mother looked at Miss Veronica and then at me suspiciously and finally said, "The truth is, you two are a little odd, you certainly deserve each other!" And we went on talking about something else. Another bullet dodged thanks to Miss Veronica, since I think my mother was satisfied with her explanation.

Of course, while we were in her car on our way back, I had to start paying off my debt, tongue style!

CONCLUSIONS 

This whole incident has shown me that if I blindly obey my Mistress, she will ensure everything goes smoothly. I no longer have any reason to oppose any of her orders or desires.

As for my mother, I've been thinking, and I know she can be anything but stupid. I hope I'm wrong, but for a moment I thought I saw a glimmer of understanding on her face. It was when the word "Mistress" slipped out. Miss Veronica's quick reaction extinguished that glimmer, but... well, there's no point in worrying about it now. I've already worried enough these past days!

And one last thing. Perhaps the most disturbing of all: at one point, when the pressure became unbearable, I said I wanted to go and show my mother what a whore her daughter was... well, I absolutely meant it! I wanted to do it so that all of this would be over. My mind had broken. I had broken. I think it was at that moment that Miss Veronica saw that she had succeeded in her attempt to make me her submissive slave, willing to obey her in everything. And now i see that too. Im deep down the rabbit hole, and there is no posibility to go back