37 comments/ 83158 views/ 95 favorites Blackmailed Teen Submissive By: silkstockingslover Summary: Pretty tennis player blackmailed into lesbian submission. Note: This story is dedicated to the real Erin! Note 2: This is a summer 2015 Contest story so please vote. Note 3: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing. BLACKMAILED TENNIS SUBMISSIVE Beating Kelly, my arch-enemy, in the semi-finals was the greatest moment in my tennis career. After losing the first set 7-5, I bounced back to win the second set 6-4. The third set was the most gruelling set of my life as we were tied 6-6, neither of us able to break the other...which sent us to a tie-breaker. It was an intense tie-breaker where three times I staved off match point before coming back to win 14-12. I threw my Wilson Blade 98 racket up in the air when she couldn't get to my drop shot and dropped to my knees. Kelly, breathing heavy, hate in her eyes, sweat dripping down her forehead, quipped, "Get used to being in that position." I quipped right back, "On my knees in victory stance." She smirked, a strange confidence in her since I had just defeated her, "Sure, that's what I meant." I got up, everyone watching for the traditional handshake, and extended my hand. "Good match," I said politely. She didn't respond as she shook my hand with an unexplainable look in her eyes. I went back and hugged my coach who said, "Way to go, Erin." Seconds later, my parents joined me on the court and congratulated me too. I was on cloud nine having beaten Kelly after three straight losses to the tomboy. She was from the other side of the tracks...the slums as we called it....in reality, she was my polar opposite in every possible way except tennis. I come from well off parents, am an easy going, fun loving, live for the moment, fashion conscious girl. Kelly, on the other hand, didn't have a father around as far I could tell, was ridiculously serious, I had never seen her smile (even after beating me), she dressed all in black and didn't say much...which made her strange words after my victory even stranger. Even our looks were polar opposites. Even though we both were in great physical shape with well-toned bodies (but that's pretty much all tennis players...the sport demands it), that was where our similarities ended. Kelly was a ginger, with a lot of freckles and green eyes. She could actually be pretty if she tried to be a girl. Me, on the other hand, am a brunette, with hazel eyes, and had no problem getting attention from the boys. The only thing she had that I didn't were big breasts. I was almost flat, which was a bonus when playing tennis, but not so much when I was wearing a dress. Thankfully, push-up bras did wonders in creating the illusion that my barely B-cups were a lot more. Kelly, on the other hand, had big tits and I often wondered if they were a hindrance on the court. It was a shame to waste such breasts on a tomboy. After downing the rest of my water to rehydrate myself after the match, I headed to the showers to clean off before that night's social. Being the last match of the day, the area was empty except for Kelly and me. My parents were meeting me at Marshall's, an upscale restaurant, for supper, something we always did after a final, win or lose. Kelly, in her sports bra and panties and the dumb ass camouflage hat she always wore on the court, which only helped to confirm her tomboy persona, said, her words often implying a compliment until the last one, "I didn't think you had it in you, Barbie." "First of all, Barbie is blonde," I pointed out. "secondly, since you dress like a boy, you really shouldn't name call. Fuck, your name is even a boy's' name." "So is yours bimbo," she shot back. I sighed, "Not spelt my way." "Whatever," she shrugged, grabbing my tennis racket from my bag. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, reaching for my racket. No one touched my racket...ever. "You really are a bimbo, aren't you?" she smirked, pulling it away. "I'm holding your new fuck-toy." "Fuck you," I snapped, almost tripping when she moved her hand away. "That is the plan," she smirked. I grabbed the racket back and snapped, "Fuck, you're a sore loser." "Actually, you beat me fair and square," she shrugged. "This isn't about you defeating me. It's about making you my personal plaything." "What?" I asked, not sure I heard her right, even though obviously I had. "On your knees, slut," she ordered. "Excuse me?" I gasped, shocked that his common bitch would dare speak to me in such a way. "They were all one syllable words, bimbo Barbie," she smirked. "Fuck you," I shot back, not backing down to some rubbish from the other side of the tracks. "More eloquence," she smirked, before she added, "Want to see a photo of someone we both know?" "Not really," I said, my disdain in my tone obvious. "You sure?" she smiled. "She told me a very interesting story about you." "Oh yeah," I shrugged, acting like I didn't give a damn, "and what would that be?" "It's a story about a girl who was seduced by a college cheerleader at a party a couple of months ago," she revealed. My face went pale. "What? No, witty comeback from Barbie?" she asked, her smile so smug. I flashbacked to just a couple of months ago: Mike, my boyfriend of two years, had broken up with me and my friends tried to cheer me up by taking me to a party full of college football players. I planned to hook up with some sexy football player, but that isn't what happened. I was pretty drunk and sitting on a couch downstairs, trying to stop my head from spinning, when a cheerleader, still in her cheerleading outfit, sat beside me. We chatted for a few minutes, although I can't remotely remember what about, when I felt her hand on my leg. What happened next, I remember vividly. "Have you ever been with a girl?" she asked, her blue eyes boring in on me. Trying to act sophisticated, like a college girl and not a high school student, I flirtatiously responded, "Does right now count?" "I think it may," she smiled, her hand going up my skirt. My body trembled at her touch. As she reached my thigh high tops, she said, surprised, "Oh my, how sexy." I had started wearing thigh highs for Mike, who had a stocking fetish, but had really liked the feeling of dressing sexy underneath my preppy attire and continued to wear them after the dick broke up with me. I didn't speak, briefly paralyzed by her touch. When with a boy, I was in charge; yet, in this moment I felt completely at her whim. "Do you want to go upstairs?" she asked, as her fingers reached my suddenly damp panties and I let out a soft moan. "I am sure we could find a place a little more private." "S-s-sure," I stammered, as I looked and saw a few college boys enjoying the show. She stood up, took my hand and led me through the throngs of sexy boys I had planned to potentially have fuck me. The first two doors were locked, but the third wasn't and once the door was closed, she pushed me against the wall and kissed me. I couldn't believe how soft her lips were. I couldn't believe I was kissing a girl...a college girl. I couldn't believe how wet I was. I returned her kiss, our tongues exploring each other as she began to unbutton my blouse. My blouse opened, she broke the kiss and buried her face between my small breasts. My head spun, although I had been drunk, I was sobering up fast as I experienced my first lesbian moment. She asked, "Are you in high school still?" "Yes," I admitted. "And you have never been with a girl before?" she asked, as she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing breasts much bigger than mine. "Unless spin the bottle counts," I joked, trying to break the awkwardness I was feeling. "Delicious, I love breaking in high school girls," she smiled, as she pulled her skirt off. Only in a bra, pantyhose and panties, she moved back to me and pulled my skirt down. Looking up at me, she asked, "Are you wet because of me?" "Y-y-yes," I admitted, my cheeks burning. "Do you want me to eat your cunt?" she asked. "God, yes," I replied, as she tugged down my panties. "A shaved cunt too," she purred, "you really are an adorably sexy little slut." Being called a slut any other time would have sent me into a rage, but at the moment all it did was enhance my eagerness to submit to her. "Tell me what you want," she ordered, as she knelt, her face now just a couple inches from my exposed pussy. "For you, to-to-to, lick me," I stammered. "Lick your what?' she asked, as her head moved so close I could feel her hot breath on my pussy lips. "My pussy, please lick my pussy," I begged. Without another word, she leaned forward and began licking me. I moaned loudly, the contact on my pussy like pressing the button to start a gas fire place. Unlike boys, who just licked randomly, if they went down there at all, this college girl knew what she was doing. She licked, probed, and teased, bringing me pleasure unlike I had ever experienced before. I had never come from oral sex with a boy, but she had me in a sexual frenzy in only a couple of minutes. My moans increasing, I warned, "I'm going to come soon." She responded by flicking my clit with her tongue. Instantly, my legs weakened and my cum gushed out of me as I screamed, "Aaaaaaaaah, fuuuuuuck." She continued flicking my clit as my body trembled with euphoria. "Oh God, never felt so-so-so, oh, God, good," I babbled, as the most intense orgasm of my life continued to cascade though me. She took my clit between her lips in response and I screamed, "Holy fuuuuuuck," as the pressure to my suddenly sensitive clit brought another gush of cum and new intense pleasure. A moment later, she moved her mouth away, stood up and kissed me. Tasting my own cum on her lips was strangely erotic, and I instantly wondered what she would taste like. I broke the kiss and asked, shyly, "Can I lick you?" "You better," she smiled, pulling off her pantyhose and panties, and walking over to the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she opened her legs and said, "Come get your prize, my high school pet." Being called a pet, such a strange term, again somehow enhanced my eagerness, as I walked over to her, wobbling a bit, not out of intoxication, but weakness after my orgasm, dropped to my knees and looked at her trimmed pussy. She said softly, "Go ahead beautiful, become a lesbian." I looked up at her, the idea that I was a lesbian now suddenly popping into my head. She smiled, "Trust me, sexy, once you taste pussy you will never want cock." I said, "I don't really know what I am doing." "Just do what you would want done to you, once you start, your natural instincts will take over," she explained. "Okay," I nodded, as I leaned forward, extended my tongue and began licking. Her scent, captured in her trimmed pubic hair, was exotic and drew me in even deeper in my eagerness to please her. Also, the taste was equally exotic and had me instantly wanting more. Although I felt lost at first, as I started licking and parting her pussy lips with my tongue, the natural instincts she had mentioned did take over. I licked eagerly between her pussy lips, which made her begin moaning. She whispered, "That's it, sweetheart, you are a natural cunt licker." I hated the word 'cunt', had never once allowed it to leave my mouth, yet hearing the word out of her mouth didn't make the word sound disgusting, but sexy. I continued licking, determined to get her off. She continued talking. "You look so sexy between my legs," and "I love your tongue," and "That's it, baby, lick my cunt," and "I'm getting closer." Trying to replicate her earlier pleasuring of me, I began flicking her clit with my tongue. She moaned, "Hmmmmm, that's it, focus on my clit." I obeyed, continuing the constant focus on her clit as her moans got louder. "Tell me you love licking my cunt," she moaned. "I love it," I admitted, which I did. "Say the words, tell me you love licking my cunt," she repeated. Just wanting to obey her wanting to get her off, wanting to taste her cum, I said the taboo word for the first time, "I love licking your sweet cunt." "Yessssss, suck on my clit, my newest lesbian sluuuut," she demanded, as I took her clit between my lips. I moved my head sideways, tugging on her clit, trying to be a good cunt licker, and moments later she grabbed my head, shoved my face deep into her cunt and ground herself all over my face. I tried licking in this awkward, claustrophobic position, but mostly just tried breathing as she fucked herself on my face. Thankfully, her orgasm came a few seconds later and I felt a massive wetness sprayed all over my face. I opened my mouth wide to taste her sweet nectar and couldn't believe how good she tasted. Once I tasted her cum, I wanted more and began licking and licking, trying to retrieve more. Letting go of my head eventually, she apologized, "Sorry, I am kind of a squirter." "Kind of?" I joked, my face feeling like I was sprayed by a water hose. "You came like Niagara Falls." "Sit still," she said, as she stood up. "Okay," I agreed, curious why. She went to her purse, pulled out her phone and said, as she returned to the bed, "Smile." I said, "Please, no picture." She smiled, "It's only of your face. I always take photos of my lesbian conquests." "You sure?" I asked, not wanting evidence of my lesbian indiscretions. I lived in the south and being gay was still not accepted here...at least not in high school. "I promise," she said, "plus, you still have your bra on." "True," I laughed, somehow trusting her implicitly. "Smile, my pet," she ordered. I did and she snapped a couple pictures of my pussy juice covered face. Standing up, she said, "You should probably get back to your friends, they may be wondering where you are." "I doubt it," I replied, sad this brief sexual rendezvous was over. "They are probably getting laid by some college studs by now." "What's your name?" she asked, putting her skirt back on. "Erin," I answered. "I'm Julie," she said, taking my hand and pulling me up. Looking into her eyes, I felt like I was in love. She leaned in and kissed me. This time it was soft and tender. Breaking the kiss after only a few seconds, she said, "I have to go, Erin. My girlfriend will be looking for me." "You have a girlfriend?" I asked. "I do," she smiled. "But we both like to hunt and turn straight girls." "Oh," I said, deflated and oddly feeling like just another notch in her bedpost (who would have thought that would have been a worry when this night started?) "Don't worry, Erin," she said. "You are clearly a lesbian, even if you didn't know it. You can't fake the passion in your kisses or the eagerness with that tongue of yours." "I don't know," I said, although I knew I would do anything to taste her again, I wasn't sure I would be searching for girls now. "Oh, I know," she said, putting her sweater on. "Will I see you again?" I asked, like the desperate school girl I was. "Maybe?" she shrugged, taking my panties and putting them in her purse. Pointing to hers on the ground, she said, "There's a souvenir for the day you became a lesbian." Before I could respond, she walked out the door, leaving it opened slightly. I quickly got up and closed it. I got dressed, grabbed her panties and put them in my purse. I stayed in the room a few minutes to get composed before heading downstairs. Walking past a couple of girls, I heard one of them say, "I see Julia added another girl to her growing harem." The other girl called out from behind as I scurried by suddenly mortified, "Do you want to go for seconds?" The bathroom had a line for it, so I hurried downstairs, keeping my head down, realizing my face was still covered with pussy juice. I rushed outside, not looking for my friends, not wanting them to know what I did, and seeing a taxi, I went to it. Thankfully, the driver didn't seem to notice my humiliation. Once home, in my bathroom, I finally saw my face. My make-up was a mess and although it wasn't obvious why it was a mess...I knew. I washed my face, got in my nightie, and went to bed. Lying in bed, replaying the night in my head, I remembered her panties. I got out of bed, grabbed the panties, and got back under my sheets. Closing my eyes, I put the wet panties to my nose and took in her unique scent as I began rubbing myself. Getting close to coming, I put the crotch of the panties in my mouth and tried retrieving her wetness from the cloth fabric. Two fingers pumping in and out of me, I came hard. As I lay in bed recovering, I wondered if she was right...was I a lesbian? Unfortunately, college ended a week later, while I still had classes to attend and I assumed Julie was a one night stand. "Reminiscing about your first cunt licking?" Kelly asked smugly. "W-w-what?" I stammered, brought back to my current predicament. "I am told you were a very eager pussy pleaser," she said. Ignoring her, I grabbed my stuff, deciding I would shower at home...desperately needing to get out of there. "On your knees, Erin, or this other picture I have, one of you with your face gleaming with pussy juice, goes viral," she threatened me. I tried to stay strong, calling her bluff, "Whatever, the picture doesn't prove anything." She shrugged, "If you say so. I'll send it first to your parents and see what they think." My face again pale as I thought of my father seeing the photo. I shifted from defiant to bargaining, "Please don't. What do you want?" "For you to obey my every order," she answered matter-of-factly. "For how long?" I asked. "Just the rest of the weekend," she said. "You promise?" I asked, although I knew I couldn't trust her...I just needed to buy time. "Of course," she shrugged, as she began getting undressed. Reluctantly, I gave in. "Now get undressed and come join me in the shower," she ordered, continuing to get undressed. Strangely, I had seen her naked before, at this level we still shared the bathrooms, yet as she undressed this time it was different. Blackmailed Teen Submissive "We don't have all day," she said, as I hadn't yet moved. With a heavy sigh, I began getting out of my sweaty outfit. Once naked, I grabbed a towel and followed her into the shower full of trepidation of what she had in mind and how I was going to get out of my predicament. She turned on a shower and said, "Grab the soap and come wash my body." "Seriously?" I asked, in disgust. "Now!" she said, her tone surprisingly firm as she added, "or else." "Fine," I said, as I grabbed my soap and went to her, noticing, as I reached her, how erect her nipples were. "Start at my feet," she ordered. I could feel shame and anger burning inside me as I glared at her. Yet, I obeyed the humiliating order, dropping to my knees, briefly staring at her hairy pussy. She lifted her left foot up and I began washing it. The demeaning task pissed me off, yet undeniably and frustratingly I could feel my pussy tingling. I did the other foot as well before she instructed, "Now my legs." I again obeyed, lathering up both her legs, my head moving closer to her pussy, which I couldn't help but look at with quick glimpses a few times, desperately trying not to be obvious. "Now my ass, Erin," she ordered, "and get between my ass cheeks." "Can't we be done?" I asked, knowing that the longer this lasted the more pulled in I was becoming. "Oh, Erin, we are just getting started," she smiled. "And for your disobedience, you will clean my ass with your tongue." "Excuse me!" I gasped. "Now, bitch, or I send the picture," she ordered. "Please, no," I pleaded, my predicament getting dire. "Now, we don't have a lot of time," she said, bending over and spreading her ass cheeks. Angry and humiliated, yet realizing I was at her mercy, I moved behind her and kissed her ass. "That's it, slut," she moaned, "lick my asshole." And as humiliating as it was, I obeyed. After a minute, she ordered, "Now come and suds up my tits. Maybe you can experience what real tits feel like." I winced at the shot at my small breasts, but was thankful to be off my knees with my face out of her ass. I moved around directly in front of her and saw her smug smile, which I desperately wanted to wipe off her face. But instead, I began soaping up her breasts. As I did, I couldn't believe how big they were I also couldn't believe how big her areolas were, or how hard her nipples were. After both were thoroughly washed, she ordered, "Now suck on my nipples, Erin." And unlike everything else she had made me do, I wanted to do this. I wasn't looking at her smug tomboy face, and I wasn't listening to her pretentious annoying voice, no I was being drawn into a pair of big tits, like I wished were on my body. As I sucked on one of her nipples, she asked, as if reading my mind, "Don't you wish you had a nice rack like this?" "Yes," I admitted, while continuing to suck on her erect nipple, my own much smaller nipples following suit. "Other nipple," she ordered. I obeyed, wordlessly shifting to her other nipple and replicating the attention. "Do you like sucking on my tits?" she asked. I answered, "Yes," and then scolded myself for admitting it to her. This would only give her more firepower to use against me. "Because you're a lesbian, aren't you?" she asked. "What?" I asked, not really listening. "You like sucking on my tits because you're a lesbian," she repeated, "Isn't that right?" "No," I defiantly protested. "I'm sucking your tits because you blackmailed me." "It looked like you were really enjoying it," she countered, as she reached over and pinched my nipples. "And here is the evidence." "Fuck you," I snapped, not allowing this bitch to walk all over me even if she had blackmailing evidence against me. "Close," she shrugged. As she grabbed me by the hair and dragged me back to the locker room. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked furious. "Let fucking go of my hair." She did as she roughly tossed me to the floor. "You fucking bitch," I fumed. "You're not really bright," she said, shaking her head as she looked down at me. I began to stand up and she roughly pushed me back down as she ordered, "Stay!" "I'm not a fucking dog," I snapped, even though I remained on the floor. "Well, you can choose the animal," she shrugged as she sat down on the bench, "but you are my pet." "I need to go," I said. "You may once you eat my cunt," she said, opening her legs. "Seriously?" I questioned, both disgusted by her hairy bush and yet feeling intrigued to taste pussy again. "Look, you ate my girlfriend's pussy and now you're going to eat mine," she said, surprising me again. "Julie is your girlfriend?" I asked, unable to fathom how a gorgeous college coed and this tomboy could possibly end up together... it was the lesbian version of Beauty and the Beast. "Don't look so surprised," she said, "Girls like Julie and you need a dominant woman to put you in your natural place." "Excuse me?" I asked, again getting angry. "As a submissive lesbian," she explained. "Says the dyke," I shot back, as I realized that Kelly looked exactly how I thought a butch lesbian should look. "You can call me Mistress," she corrected, as she reached over, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me between her legs. "Fucking stop it," I snapped, the hair pulling hurting. "Eat my cunt like you did my girlfriend and I will let you delete the picture off my phone yourself," she offered. "Fine," I sighed for dramatic effect, wanting this to end. "But once I'm done, we are done." "If you want us to be," she shrugged. "Oh I definitely want us to be," I repeated confidently. "Get licking, slut," she ordered. I wanted to reply, but instead, wanting this over with, I leaned forward and began licking. The hair made it more difficult, but once I found a path between her hairy snatch, I found a rhythm. Frustratingly, as I began to get her wet, I couldn't deny a few things: 1. She tasted very good. 2. I indeed liked licking pussy. 3. It felt natural to be in this position. 4. My pussy was soaking wet. That said, there was no way I was telling this bitch any of those things. She moaned, after a couple of minutes of licking, "Julie was right, you really are a natural." I didn't respond, as I knew she was trying to get a rise out of me. "I mean, when she told me she had turned some pretty Barbie girl I was curious. We are always competing over who can get the hotter straight girl turned. But I have to say, that night she won." Was she calling me pretty? She continued, "I had already been considering turning you before I learned you were an in the closet lesbian, but once I learned you liked cunt, well, I knew I was going to make you my personal pussy pleaser." I finally spoke, saying, without looking up, "I'm not a lesbian." "Says the girl licking cunt," she countered. "Because you blackmailed me," I pointed out, finally looking up and realizing she was filming me on her phone. Where did she even get that from? "Stop fucking filming me," I snapped again. "I'm not filming you," she said, "I'm skyping with Julie." "You are?" I asked, oddly less angry if Julie was watching, which made no sense. "Say hi," Kelly said. "Um, hi, Julie," I waved, which only made this whole ordeal more surreal. Julie greeted back, although I couldn't see her, "Hi, my pet." "Now get back to licking, slut," Kelly ordered, roughly pulling me back into her hairy box. Somehow, knowing Julie was watching, I wanted to get Kelly off, to impress her "(her" being Julie, not Kelly). "Oh, that's better," Kelly moaned, "you like being watched, do you?" I moaned ever so slightly, my pussy on fire with the idea that Julie was watching and that maybe I could hook up with her again. Then, an idea popped into my head. Maybe I could get Julie away from Kelly. I flicked on her swollen clit and Kelly grabbed my hair and began rubbing her pussy on my face. I wondered if all lesbians did this as Julie did the same thing. I licked as best I could until I felt her wetness coat my face. It wasn't anywhere near as much as Julie, yet I eagerly lapped up the cum. When she was done, she let go and said, "Smile for Julie." For some reason, I did. "Tell Julie how much you liked licking my pussy," Kelly ordered, turning the phone to me to see Julie, who was rubbing her pussy. Wanting to impress Julie, I smiled, and answered, "I loved licking your pussy." I was talking directly to Julie and I was actually referring to Julie's pussy. Kelly purred, "And you like being a lesbian?" "I love it," I responded, again desperately speaking directly to Julie, wishing I was between her legs right then and there. "You love it?" Kelly asked, "Be specific." "I love being a lesbian and eating pussy," I replied, in a hypnotic trance as I watched Julie finger herself. "And you will eat cunt whenever I want you to?" she asked. So focused on Julie, I nodded, "Yes." "Yes, what?" she questioned. "Yes, I'll eat your cunt whenever you want me to," I replied, my mouth salivating at Julie's glistening cunt. "Here, hold my phone, my slut," Kelly ordered. I eagerly took it, still on my knees, and said, "Hi, Julie." "Hi, my pet," she smiled, "Are you having a good time with my girlfriend?" "Yes," I nodded, although a tinge of jealousy coursed through me at the reminder that my arch nemesis was dating my dream girl. I then thought to myself, 'I have a dream girl'. "Well, obey her," Julie instructed. "Understand, she is your Mistress." "My what?" I questioned, even though I had heard her. Suddenly I felt hands on my ass as I was pushed forward slightly. "What the..." I began before I felt something inside my cunt. I turned around and gasped. Kelly had inserted the end of my tennis racket inside my pussy. "Shit, slut," Kelly said, as she pumped the tennis racket in and out of me, "your cunt was soaking wet. Submission clearly looks good on you." "Stop!" I protested. Julie said, on the phone, "Fuck that is hot, Erin. Does it feel good?" Suddenly I was conflicted. It did feel good, my pussy on fire from all that had transpired. It also was humiliating and gave Kelly more power over me. Yet, so desperate to please Julie I nodded, "Yes, it feels really good." Kelly asked, as she pumped the racket furiously in and out of me, going deeper than my boyfriend's cock ever had, "You like getting fucked by your special racket?" My orgasm was building quickly and I moaned, "God, yes." "Yes, what?" Kelly asked, always making me say more. "Yes, I love getting fucked by my tennis racket," I admitted, my breathing getting heavy. "You want to cum from getting fucked by a tennis racket?" Kelly questioned. "Yes," I moaned, and then added, knowing she would make me, "yes I want to come from you fucking me with my tennis racket." "Beg," she ordered, suddenly stopping with the racket lodged deep in me. I couldn't believe how badly I needed to come, how badly I wanted her to resume fucking me with my treasured tennis racket, which at the moment was nothing more than a makeshift fuck-toy. I begged, "Please, Kelly, please fuck me hard with my tennis racket." "Until you come?" she questioned. "God yes, until I come," I repeated, like a parrot. "Until you come all over your prized tennis racket I wasn't supposed to touch?" she queried, continuing to pull me deeper into her sick twisted game, one I was now a willing part of. "Yes, dammit," I responded, frustrated, horny and desperate to come, "Please fuck my cunt with my tennis racket." "Like the dirty lesbian slut you are," she added. I hated the humiliation, even though each derogatory term from the bitch seemed to enhance my burning loins, "Yes, fuck," I admitted, "Fuck my cunt with my tennis racket and use me like the dirty lesbian slut I am." "Call me Mistress, my lesbian submissive cunt licking slut," she ordered, quickly pumping my cunt five times with my racket and again stopping. The quick thrusts brought me even closer to eruption and even though I didn't want to say the words, knowing full well the implication of them, I was too far gone to do anything but obey, I nodded, "Yes, Mistress." "And hold the phone up, I'm sure Julie wants to watch this," Kelly demanded. So consumed by the tennis racket fucking, I had forgotten briefly about Julie. I lifted the phone back up and gasped as I saw a redhead now between her legs. I wanted to be that redhead. Julie smiled, "You are so fucking hot, Erin. If I was there right now you would be munching my cunt while Mistress Kelly fucked your sweet cunt." Suddenly Kelly ordered, "Both my sluts, I want you to come now. The loser gets a punishment." I was confused, but Julie wasn't as she ordered, holding the back of the redhead's head, "Suck on my clit, slut." I watched in voyeuristic jealous awe as the unnamed redhead began getting her face ground on by Julie's beautiful pussy. Kelly, who took the phone and aimed it at me, ordered, "Get yourself off, slut." I looked at her confused. "Lay on your back you fucking insipid slut and fuck yourself to orgasm with your racket," she ordered, before adding, "you obviously want to be punished." Finally understanding the earlier punishment comment and realizing I could finally get myself off. I obeyed the order from the bitch, rolled onto my back, grabbed the head of the racket and began using it in a way I never would have ever considered before today. I furiously fucked myself while looking up at the phone and watching Julie get pleasured. "What are you?" Kelly asked, after about a minute, although time was irrelevant. "Your slut," Julie responded while breathing heavily. "And what about you, Barbie?" Kelly questioned. "Your slut, too," I responded, my orgasm so close. "Fuck," Julie screamed, obviously coming. "You lose," Kelly declared, yanking the racket out of my pussy. "Noooooooo," I whined, my orgasm seconds away. "You want to finish fucking yourself with your racket?" Kelly asked. "Yes," I nodded, my head mush and my body desperate. "You promise that you will now be my permanent slave?" she asked. "I thought it was only for the weekend?" I questioned. "Fuck, you are dumb," she said, shaking her head. "The picture I had of you was hardly blackmail, it really didn't show anything. But this twenty minute Skype session that Julie videotaped, well that is real blackmail." I gasped. Fuck! What had I just done? "Although based on how easily you obeyed, how submissive you naturally are and how fucking slutty you just behaved, I am guessing the blackmail is redundant," My head was spinning with consequence and desperation. I had just been played. Julie added, "Just obey our Mistress, my pet." Hearing Julie speak so softly, and implying we were together as pets to Kelly made me feel a connection to her. Yet, I couldn't remember the question. I asked Kelly, "What was the last question?" She scoffed, "So horny you can't even think straight, pun intended. Are you ready to submit to me unconditionally as my sex slave?" I looked at the phone to a pretty, smiling Julie. She just nodded. So, I swallowed my pride, looked back up at Kelly and nodded, "I'll be your sex slave." "Tell me what you are," she ordered. I paused, unsure what to say. Finally, wanting to get the tennis racket back in me, wanting to please Julie, I responded, looking up at Kelly and to the phone she now had, "I am a lesbian sex slave for my Mistress." I then paused and added, "Mistress Kelly." "Delicious," she nodded, tossing me back the tennis racket, "You may come, my slut." So horny and desperate for sexual release, I grabbed the tennis racket and shoved it in my fevered cunt. My orgasm was rising quickly as I furiously fucked myself with my tennis racket, the one I had used an hour ago to defeat her. I couldn't believe how I had gone from the highest highs of victory to the lowest lows of sexual submission in less time than it took to win the match. Then my phone rang. "I'll get it," Kelly answered, as I froze in mid thrust. "Keep fucking yourself, slut," Kelly demanded, as she reached in my duffel bag and grabbed my phone. "Now, slut," she repeated. Reluctantly, I obeyed, although I desperately needed to come. Kelly answered my phone, "Hello." After a pause, she answered, "Oh hi, Mrs. Leveen." I again froze. She was talking to my mom. Kelly snapped her fingers, but I didn't move. "She is just finishing up, I think," Kelly answered, as she bent down, grabbed the racket head and began fucking me roughly. I desperately tried to not moan as the orgasm built quickly through me. "I'll let her know," Kelly said, "I'm pretty sure she will be coming any second." I couldn't believe her words, yet prayed my mom wouldn't catch on to the naughty sexual innuendo as I used all my will power to hold back my orgasm. "Okay, bye," Kelly said, hanging up. As she put my phone on the ground, I moaned, "Oh God, I can't believe...." I was interrupted as she demanded, roughly fucking me, "Now come, you fucking slut." I closed my eyes and let the overwhelming pleasure take control. In seconds my orgasm erupted. "Fuck," I screamed, as the pleasure finally coursed through my very being. I don't know if it was the humiliation or the desperation, but it was, without a doubt, the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. As I lay on the floor a muddled mess and still quaking, Kelly pulled the racket out of my cunt and shoved it in my open mouth and ordered, "Clean your racket up." I had no choice as it was already in my mouth, just one more humiliating act in a bizarre day. A moment later she pulled it out and said, "Have fun at your celebratory dinner at Marshall's, Barbie." I didn't say anything as I realized how late I was and got up and began getting dressed. I put on my clean thong from my bag and Kelly quipped, in generic grandma panties, "You even dress like a slut." I responded, unable to not be defiant to her, "It's called being sexy." "It's called being a slut," she countered, before adding, "but I like my pets to dress like sluts." "I'm going to find a way out of this," I replied, as I put on my matching lace bra. "That's two," she said. "Two what?" I questioned, annoyed. "Two punishments," she answered, before adding, "every time you disobey there will be a consequence. You lost the race with Julie and now you disrespected your Mistress." "You can't be serious?" I questioned with disgust in my tone. "You can't be that dumb?" she retorted, "Plus, it's pretty fucking obvious that not only are you a bonafide lesbian, but you fucking need a Mistress." I sighed, as I grabbed my thigh high stockings, "Why do I need a Mistress?" "Because you are a submissive slut who craves to be put in her place," she answered. The answer was ludicrous, even though I couldn't explain why, I got so horny from the humiliation. "I could see it by the way you submitted so easily," she continued. "You blackmailed me," I pointed out. "Did I, really?" she questioned. "It was one picture with a little pussy glaze on your face." "Well, I," I began, as I put on my second stocking. "Well, you're a submissive slut," she interrupted, "and now my fuck toy." I hated her blunt talk, even though it somehow turned me on. I grabbed my red dress as she added, "But you do dress to please." I said without thinking, "And you dress as a boy." "True and three," she said, also completely dressed now. "Whatever," I said, not allowing her to see my fear of what three would mean. "I'll send you an edited copy of the video later tonight," she said, as she headed out Blackmailed Teen Submissive A chill went up my spine at the harsh reality of the fact it was filmed. As I stood there, she returned and added, "After I fuck Julie, of course." She obviously could see my crush on Julie as well. Fuck! How was I going to get out of this predicament? Either way, I didn't have time to deal with it now. I slid into my three inch heels and went to look in the mirror realizing I hadn't really showered. My hair was still in a ponytail and my face was a mess. I pulled my hair out of the ponytail and tried to make it look good. I washed my face, getting rid of all incriminating evidence, and put on makeup. I wasn't happy with my final look, but I was very late. My head still spinning with what had transpired, I headed to the restaurant. At dinner, I was distracted. I was unable to stop thinking about what happened. Why did I give in so easily? How was I going to get out of this predicament? My Mom noticed. "Are you okay, Erin?" "Um, yeah, just tired," I answered, unable to tell her what was really bothering me. "It was a grueling match," Mom nodded. I nodded, even as I replayed the grueling aftermath that exhausted me and had me not only rattled by the humiliation, but also questioning my sexuality. "Well, you can have tomorrow off," Dad, also my coach, offered. "Thanks," I sarcastically replied. Although I loved tennis, my Dad was an intense coach and rarely gave me a day off. It was as we were waiting for dessert that I got a text. I looked at it and my heart fell in my stomach. It was from Kelly. Slut Barbie, Punishment 1! Bathroom now. Last stall. Time for dessert. I stammered, "I-I-I need to go to the washroom." I quickly left the table and headed to the bathroom. I needed to make it clear that she couldn't do shit like this. I reached the bathroom, got to the last stall and began, flames of fire in my eyes, "How dare you interrupt my dinner with my parents." "That's four," she said nonchalantly. "Now close the door and get on your fucking knees. It is time for dessert." "No!" I defiantly responded. She sighed. "You really are a slow learner. Explains why I usually beat you." "You didn't today," I countered smugly. "Didn't I?" she questioned. "You ate my cunt, while being videotaped and then became my sex slave. That's a pretty big win in my opinion." Suddenly he door opened. Kelly whispered, "Get on your knees and serve your Mistress or I make this a spectacle when I go and sit with your parents and show them this." She turned her phone to me and tears began to form. Thankfully she had the sound turned off but there was me licking pussy, fucking myself with my racket and looking up and saying something. There was no clear picture of her. She whispered, as all the colour drained from my face, "I can turn up the volume if you wish." I shook my head no. "Knees," she ordered again in a whisper as someone closed the door a couple stalls down. I obeyed, feeling utterly helpless. Kelly lifted up her hippy fifties skirt and I wordlessly leaned forward and began licking, even as tears streamed down my face. A toilet flushed. I licked fast, trying to get her off as quickly as possible. My mom was intuitive and would know something was wrong if I was gone too long. A tap was turned on. Kelly whispered, "Suck my clit, pussy slut." I obeyed, thinking that would get her off quicker. The door opened again. "Thank God, we're alone again," Kelly said, "I hate being quiet." I wanted to take a shot, but didn't, instead focusing on getting her off. "Julie really enjoyed watching you fuck your racket," Kelly said, "I think it wold be a huge seller online if you ever disobey again." I couldn't believe I had done that. I couldn't believe I'd allowed myself to be manipulated. I couldn't believe I was on my knees, in a classy washroom, licking my enemy's pussy. And... I couldn't find a way out of this. I was at her whim and she knew it. "Think your Mom eats pussy?" Kelly asked, as her hand went through my hair and pulled me deeper into her wetness. I was mortified by her question. I pleaded, "Please leave my family out of this." "Or your sister?" Kelly added. My sister was a year older than me and going to the same college Julie was. We were very close and she would have been at this dinner if she wasn't on a flight back from Europe at the moment after spending a week touring Italy and France. I again repeated, pleading, "Please, just use me." "Oh, that I plan to do," she moaned, as she began grinding her cunt on my face. I hated that I enjoyed her taste. I hated that I was again dripping wet. "I'm about to come, my pet slut," she moaned, before seconds later coating my face with her juices. I hungrily lapped up her juices, the taste undeniably addicting. Once done, she pushed me away and smiled, "Fuck you look hot on your knees with my cum all over your face." I was mortified at both the reality of the situation and what I had just done and the frustration that my pussy was on fire, Suddenly the door opened again and I heard my Mom ask, "Erin, you in here?" Kelly, thankfully, stood up onto the toilet seat and whispered, "You may go, my slut." I whispered back, "Thank you," as I stood up and replied, "Yes, Mom." I quickly made sure my outfit looked normal and headed out, even though I knew my face was coated with Kelly's cum. "Oh, good," she said, "just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed distracted." "Just tired," I said, which was actually true. "We got your dessert packed up for you," Mom said, before going into a stall... thankfully not the one I was just in. As soon as she closed the stall, I went to the sink to wash my face. Kelly came up behind me and whispered, "See you soon, slut," and left the washroom. I finished up, still drowning in shame, before heading out before I had to talk to my Mom. We drove home, my parents once again saying how proud they were of me. Yet, all I could think of was what would you think if you knew what I had done since my victory. In my bedroom, in what should have been the best night of my career so far, I cried. I didn't see a way out of my situation and couldn't understand why my pussy got so wet both times I submitted to Kelly. As I tried to sleep, my pussy was still burning. Frustrated, I pulled out my magic wand, which I had bought secretly online, turned it on high, and got myself off. It didn't take long, but as I closed my eyes and tried to fantasize about Channing Tatum, like I always did, it was Kelly who popped into my head. Yet, although I was repulsed by my own fantasy, I kept the massager on high until I reached my much needed orgasm. Once done, I shook my head. How was I going to deal with this? Exhausted from the tennis match and the sexual debauchery that followed, I eventually fell asleep. ..... It was three days later and I was finally thinking maybe Kelly was bluffing when I got a text from her just as I arrived at the practice court change room. My slut, Punishment number 2. No panties today. I sighed. The skirts we wore for tennis were ridiculously short and it would be almost impossible to not flash someone my pussy or ass if I was to not wear anything under my uniform. I texted back: Please don't make me do this. I got no response. I got undressed and put on my practice attire. But instead of wearing my skirt as usual, I put on track pants... after taking off my panties. I went to practice, happy that I had obeyed the order completely and yet avoided the potential public humiliation that may go with it. My dad looked at me confused as I walked on the court, but knowing I hadn't been myself since my victory, he didn't question it. He was a smart man. Practice was a disaster as I kept screwing up, sensing that I was being watched. After an hour, I said, "I need a break." Dad nodded, clearly frustrated by my lack of focus and yet not saying it in words. I sat down, took a long drink of water, the summer heat pounding. I noticed my phone was flashing. I should have ignored it, but I didn't. I grabbed it and saw two texts from Kelly. Slut, Nice move. I assume you obeyed the order. I expect evidence while you are on the court that you obeyed. Slut, Change room as soon as you get this! I looked around, wondering where she was. I sighed, but obeyed worrying what she may do if I didn't. Once in the change room, I was surprised to find no one there. I quickly went pee and was washing my hands when I heard her voice. "Show me you obeyed, slut." A chill went up my back at hearing her voice. I looked at her in the mirror and said, "Can we find a solution to this?" "To what?" she asked. "This lesbian thing," I said, turning around, seeing her holding a tennis ball in her hand. "We have one," she shrugged, "You obey me without hesitation." "How much?" I asked. She laughed. "This isn't about money." "Then what is it about?" I asked, glaring at her. "Power," she revealed, before adding, "now show me you obeyed." I sighed dramatically, but did as I was told. I pulled my track pants down revealing I had obeyed. "Good girl," she complimented, even though it was dripping with patronizing contempt. "I need to get back to the court," I said. "Of course," she nodded, moving the tennis ball to my pussy and rubbing it up and down. It felt weird, but oddly turned me on. "I bet you're such a slut I could fit this in you," she said, although she didn't try doing it... thank God. "Please, stop," I begged while a moan escaped me. "You want me to get you off?" she asked. I shook my head no, even though my whole body was firing up. "You sure?" she questioned. "Your cheeks are getting red." "Please, I need to get back out there," I pleaded. "I need to get going too," she nodded, continuing rubbing the ball up and down my now wet pussy lips. I just allowed her to molest me with a tennis ball for a couple of minutes, closing my eyes and enjoying the awkward pleasure she was giving me. She then said, even as she kept rubbing me, "Punishment three. You will serve this wet ball with your juices on it to your father." "You can't be serious?" I asked, even as my pussy begged to have something inside it. "Do it, slut," she ordered, as she handed me the ball. I couldn't believe how wet it was. "If you disobey, I will punish you harshly. I'll be watching," she said, as she walked away. I quickly pulled up my track pants, my head again spinning. I returned to the court, the wet ball in my hands. Dad asked, from the other side of the court, "You ready?" I nodded, looking around for Kelly. I didn't see her anywhere, yet I sensed her. I bounced the wet ball a dozen times as I moved to serve, trying to get my wetness off it. Finally, I served it. I don't know if it was the adrenaline or something else, but I powered a perfect serve past my dad, something I rarely did. "Nice," he approved, before saying, "again." The next hour went by with a much better performance by me. When I went to the change room again, I was thankful to see no Kelly, but rather a couple other club members getting changed. I showered, changed and headed out, seeing my phone was flashing again. I sighed, but checked it. Slut I left a present in your car. Since you are already dressed as a slut I want you to go to the west side strip mall and stand in front of The Love Boutique I again looked around. Did she see what I was wearing? It wasn't slutty. Just a flower sundress, a logical choice for a day hitting 99 out. And The Love Boutique? It was an adult sex shop. Thankfully, the strip mall was on the opposite side of where I lived... on the side of the tracks where Kelly resided. Oddly, even though I hated Kelly, I felt compelled to obey. I drove the ten minutes to the strip mall, stopping at 7-11 for a Slurpee to quench my thirst, and parked a few stores away from the Love Boutique, not wanting someone I knew to see me there... which I realized was stupid since I was apparently supposed to stand in front of it anyways. Reluctantly, I got out of my car and went to the store. While I waited impatiently, the heat pounding down, two college aged girls went in, a mother and daughter looking pair came out, a creepy man went in, and a mid-fifties looking married couple went in. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of people in their fifties still finding ways to spice up their sex life. Checking my phone, I had been there over five minutes. I was considering leaving a couple of minutes later when I received a text. Slut, One of my pets will be coming to see you to check that you are still not wearing panties as instructed. By the way, where are the thigh highs? I sighed. I had put my panties back on after I showered, truthfully not even considering that I wasn't supposed to. I also only wore thigh highs when I was going out and definitely not in this heat. I was about to text back when I saw a redhead coming towards me. A redhead I knew. A redhead I had faced many times on the courts over the past couple years. A redhead I had considered a friend, a friend being defined as someone I talked to at tennis tournaments and so forth, not someone I partied with. She wasn't under Kelly's thumb too was she? I prayed she wasn't coming to talk to me, but that prayer wasn't answered as she walked directly to me. She greeted, "Hi, Erin." "Hi, Angela," I replied, my body full of anxiety. "I'm surprised she got you, too," she said, answering the question I hadn't asked. "What do you mean?" I replied, playing dumb and not yet ready to admit anything. She laughed softly. "I was in denial at first, too. I just thought you were stronger than me." I asked, "How did she get you?" Although I'm pretty, Angela was drop dead gorgeous. With flaming red hair and green eyes she was also exotic. "She blackmailed me after I beat her for the first time," she answered. "Me too," I quickly replied, and then cursed myself for admitting it. "Interesting," she said. "She's a sore fucking loser," I said, feeling I had an ally in my plight. Angela said, "That is probably true. I recall her saying that she always wins in the end." "How did she blackmail you?" I asked. "We go to the same school and the same parties," Angela began, "and, well, when I drink I can get a little wild." "Can't we all," I added, thinking of my last drunk night leading to my first lesbian encounter. "Damn gin," she laughed. "The boys call it panty remover," I joked. "It was for me," she nodded. "It was also moral remover." "What happened?" I asked, curious. "I ended up being involved in a gangbang," she admitted. "No way," I gasped, unable to envision Angela in such a compromising situation. "Four guys and it was all filmed, unbeknownst to me," she replied, "even though I talk directly to the phone on more than one occasion." "Wow." I said, "I'm so sorry." She shrugged, "Truthfully, I've always been a slut. I just usually only did one guy at a time." "Seriously?" I asked, still surprised. Another shrug. "I don't even mind the reputation. I am what I am. But, the video of me taking three guys at once." "Three at once?" I questioned. "I'm a slut," she repeated, before saying bluntly, "and sluts take it in the ass." I felt like I was being pranked. Angela, the sweetest of the girls I competed against, took it in the ass. Unreal. I said, "I would never do that." "Oh, I wouldn't hold your breath on that belief," Angela said, "Mistress Kelly will definitely want to take your ass, especially if you're a backdoor virgin." "You can't be serious," I said, still feeling like I was in an episode of Pranked. "You are so cute in your denial," she smiled. "I can't believe Kelly blackmailed you too," I replied. "Like I said, even when she loses, she wins," she said. "We need to join together and stop her," I said, finally seeing my opportunity out of this. "That would be a mistake," Angela said. "Mistress has a nasty vengeful side in her and she deals with disobedience harshly." "How harsh could it be?" I asked. "You don't want to know," Angela said, her facial expression changing to one of discomfort. "What did she make you do?" I asked, suddenly angry that Kelly would do something that would make Angela literally cower inside. "I don't want to talk about it," she said, "but trust me, don't disobey." "I can't keep letting her control and humiliate me," I responded, trying to get through to her. "The more you fight it, the more she controls and humiliates," she warned, and her tone implied she meant it. "There must be a way," I sighed. "Lift up your dress, Erin," Angela ordered, a moment later. "Excuse me?" I questioned, her demand surprising me even though after all I just heard it shouldn't have. "I am supposed to make sure you're not wearing panties," she answered. "I am," I admitted, much easier than lifting up my dress in public. "Shit," she sighed. "What?" I asked. "That means a punishment," she said. "I've already received three," I shrugged, "and survived." "That nonchalant attitude is going to get you in big trouble," she warned. "Fuck this," I said. "I'm not going to be her little puppet." "Don't do this," Angela pleaded. "I'm out of here," I said, beginning to walk back to my car. "You're going to regret this," she called out. I didn't care. I was done playing this sick, fucked up game. I got in the car and texted: Bitch We are done. I drove home, feeling oddly exhilarated at my decision. There was no way I could turn into Angela. I couldn't live my life in fear. Although I kept expecting a threatening text back, none came. Next day none came either. The day after that I saw her at the practice court and she ignored me completely. That night, I finally relaxed. She was bluffing. The next day, just before lunch I got a text. Every time I got a text now, I was suddenly riddled with anxiety. But it was just my Mom. Sweetheart Can you please come home ASAP? We need to talk. My eyes went wide. Did she know? I texted back: Is everything okay? She responded back: Everything is fine. Just need to chat with you about something without your father. Again I was curious, why would Dad need to not be there, but a wave of relief hit me as it was likely not about my indiscretion. I texted back: On my way home. I drove home, wondering if something was wrong in their marriage. There had been no hints at all of any problems. No, it couldn't be that. Then it hit me. Dad's birthday was in three weeks, his 40th and she probably wanted to plan a surprise party for him. Relieved I knew what the conversation was going to be about, I drove home relaxed. I parked, walked in and called out, "Mom, I'm home." She called back, a moment later, "I'm in your bedroom." That was odd. Why would she be in my bedroom? I walked down the hall and began hearing moans... undeniably moans of sex. I froze just outside my door. Blackmailed Teen Submissive It couldn't be. Please, please, please... no! Then I heard Kelly's voice, "Do you love licking my cunt, Mrs. Leveen?" "Please, don't make me do this in front of my daughter," Mom pleaded, even as she let out a moan. "She's not in here yet," Kelly said. Furious, I walked in and said, "I am now!" Then froze again. Mom was on my bed, in her wedding dress, between Kelly's legs, with my tennis racket in her cunt and something else in her ass. Kelly greeted, "Hi, slut." "You fucking bitch," I roared, furious she had drawn my mother into this. "Stop, slut," Kelly roared back. Mom pleaded, looking back with a look of desperation on her face, "Just leave, Erin." "No, no," Kelly said, "she got you into this position, pun intended. She needs to understand that her actions and disobedience have consequences." "You blackmailed my Mom to teach me a lesson?" I asked, assuming she showed the video of my sexual debauchery to my mom and threatened to put it on the internet if Mom didn't obey her. Kelly shrugged, "Moms will do anything to protect their daughters." I noticed my laptop open on the dresser. "You're fucking filming this, aren't you?" "Julie wanted to watch," she shrugged, before adding, "of course, it always is nice to have extra evidence on hand." "You fucking bitch," I roared, anger consuming me and not giving me an opportunity to consider the consequences of my actions. Mom spoke again. This time with her firm 'I'm-in-shit-and-I-better-do-as-I'm-told' tone she rarely used on me. "Erin Cassandra Leveen, stop with the language right now." "You've got to be kidding me," I replied, as I looked at my mom between a girl's legs with my racket in her cunt, not to mention what appeared to be a vibrator in her ass. She continued, "You put me in this position and I am doing all I can to get us out of it." "She'll just make you do more and more," I said, deflated by my mom's clear disappointment in me. I wanted to explain I was blackmailed, that I didn't want to do any of what she likely witnessed. "Mistress Kelly and I are working out the details," Mom answered, "now go downstairs and wait until I am finished serving our Mistress." I couldn't believe her words: 'Mistress Kelly", "our Mistress". What the hell was going on here? "Fine," I said, turning around and walking out. As soon as I did though, I turned on my phone, put it on silent as I attempted to find a way to film Kelly in the act. A little tit for tat, per se. I pressed record, but didn't dare go into the room. Kelly said, "Good Mommy slut. You understand this situation way better than your daughter." Mom responded, "She is young and reckless, but give her time." I couldn't believe I was hearing this. Was my mom supporting her? "I think you are going to be a very good addition, my MILF pet," Kelly purred, "now let's finish what your slut daughter interrupted." "Yes, Mistress," Mom responded, not defending me at all. Tears began to stream down my face at both my Mom's seemingly insensitive words and the reality that she was in her situation because of me. "God, you have a good tongue," Kelly purred. "This obviously isn't your first time." Mom didn't respond, but Kelly persisted. "Have you eaten pussy before, my slut?" I didn't hear an answer, but Kelly replied, "Delicious. Recently?" Again, I couldn't hear Mom's answer, but Kelly's reply only added to the shocking events, "Really? How recent?" I couldn't help it. I couldn't stand by idly and allow my Mom to continue to be humiliated, I walked back in and said, the phone behind me, "Show the tape, I don't care. Just leave my Mom alone." Mom looked back up from between Kelly's legs again, turned to me and roared, "I told you to fucking stay out." I began bawling at Mom's harsh tone and furious look in her eyes. She had never sworn at me in my life. I apologized, "I'm sorry, Mom, but this is my fault." Kelly intervened. "MILF slut, she has disobeyed again and now she needs to be punished." Mom pleaded, turning back to Kelly, "Please, no. I'll do anything you want. I'll be your full time MILF pussy muncher. Anything, Mistress Kelly, I'll do anything." I watched speechless. I realized then that everything Mom was doing, including her harsh treatment of me, was to protect me. My heart sank. I had made the horrific situation worse. Kelly said, "My Mommy-slut, I love your loyalty. It is something we still need to teach your bimbo daughter." "Please, Mistress, anything," Mom repeated, a desperation that told me just how much she loved me. She was licking Kelly's pussy, she was riding my tennis racket and she had a vibrator in her ass all to protect me. It made my heart briefly warm during this twisted, humiliating situation. "I'll test that theory," Kelly replied, "would you lick your daughter's cunt?" My mouth dropped open. It then hit the floor with my Mom's response. "Anything means anything, Mistress," Mom replied, although I noticed she didn't look at me at all. Wanting to protect Mom, even as my cunt got undeniable wet, I interjected, "Stop. I'll obey." "Please, leave her alone and focus on me, Mistress," Mom pleaded. I couldn't believe how much she was willing to do to protect me, but it was now time to try and protect her. "Bimbo, get undressed," Kelly demanded, ignoring my pleading mother's words, and instead grabbing her head and shoving it back in her pussy. "If I obey will you leave my Mom alone?" I asked. "If you obey, I won't make it any worse," Kelly answered, before adding, "there is always collateral damage in a war, Erin, and you declared war when you disobeyed." I wanted to point out she declared war when she blackmailed me, but that seemed redundant at the moment. I began getting undressed, slyly tossing my phone under the bed, still recording. "Good bimbo," Kelly smirked, before adding, "Your Mom does munch cunt very well, by the way." I knew she was trying to rattle me, to get me to say something more, but I didn't. I just got out of my sundress. "Still wearing panties," she sighed, "that ends now." "Yes, Mistress," I nodded, willing to obey every order she gave in the remote hope she would not keep humiliating my mother. "You will only wear panties during your period and with permission on the tennis court," she instructed. "Yes, Mistress," I again nodded, as I took off my panties. "Bra too," she ordered. "Yes, Mistress," I replied, mortified at having to be utterly subservient to this bitch. "Now there is not going to be any more disobedience?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress," I nodded, "just please leave my mother out of this." "It's too late for that," she said, "but I can make it so it doesn't get any worse or all over the world wide web. It would be terrible to have your mom's teaching career come to an end." I sighed. "What do I have to do?" I asked, now completely naked. "Close the laptop," she ordered, before adding, "bye Julie." "Happily," I said, and went and closed it. "Are you hungry?" she asked. I was. Both for lunch and, truth be told, her pussy. I'd rather have Julie's if I had a choice, but beggers can't be choosers and that was definitely the case in this situation. Yet, of course, I answered a little less enthusiastically, "I guess." "It's time you had lunch," she declared. I began to move to her, to replace Mom, when she shook her head no. "Go take out the tennis racket and get your mother off." I froze. Mom's head came up. Kelly grabbed Mom's head and firmly scolded, "Did I give you permission to stop serving me?" Kelly didn't wait for an answer as she grabbed Mom's head and pulled it back into her pussy, this time holding it there with both hands. "That's incest," I replied, pointing out the obvious. "Consider it a pet helping out another pet," she shrugged. "Please," I pleaded, "not that." "Your Mom said she will do anything to keep this a secret and I am assuming you will too," she pointed out. "But she's my Mom," I said, pointing out the obvious. "And moms and daughters should do everything for each other," she countered. "Is there..." I began but was cut off. "Now, slut," she ordered. Defeated, and humiliated, I moved to my Mom, crawled on the bed, pulled out the tennis racket, which was literally dripping with juice and stared at the vagina that I once came out of. I looked up at Kelly one last time, my eyes pleading for mercy, instead she ordered, "Suck the tennis racket first, slut." Oddly, I felt this was a brief reprieve from committing actual incest and moved the very wet handle to my mouth. I opened and took my racket coated in mom's pussy juice in my mouth. "Mmmmmm," Kelly moaned, "that is hot." The taste was intriguing. It was quite different from both Julie's and Kelly's and I immediately wondered what it would taste like directly from the source. As soon as the thought popped into my head I scolded myself for thinking such inappropriate thoughts, even as my pussy burned. A moment later, Kelly ordered, "Go ahead, Erin, have your Mother for lunch." The order was ridiculous and yet I both had no choice and wanted to taste Mom's sweet nectar. I tossed my racket on the side of the bed, moved behind my Mom's ass, awkwardly leaned down slightly, and licked. I heard Mom moan on contact. I imagined she was utterly mortified by what I was now doing, yet her body gave away her own enjoyment of the humiliation, just like mine had. Her pussy was leaking slightly and I began licking, her taste creating fireworks in both taste buds and pussy. I briefly forgot she was my mother and instead focused on the act of licking the delicious pussy. "That's so hot," Kelly moaned loudly a brief while later as she apparently came on my mom's face. I just kept licking, the taste so addictive I wasn't sure I would be able to not resist going down on her at a moment's notice. It was fruity and exotic and tangy. Kelly asked, as she let go of my mom's head, "Are you enjoying your daughter's tongue?" Mom replied in denial but her moan told the truth, "No." "But you just moaned," Kelly pointed out. "Please don't make her do this," Mom pleaded, even though I could tell she was getting close. Yet, I wanted to get her off and also felt the sooner I could, the quicker this crazy humiliating ordeal could be over. So, I repositioned myself onto my back, crawled under Mom and took her clit in my mouth. To my surprise, Mom replied with a loud moan, "God, yes." "Do you want her to get you off?" Kelly continued. "Yes, no, God, this is wrong," Mom babbled, unable to think clearly. I said, while lightly flicking her clit, "Just let me get you off, Mom." "Your daughter is finally learning her place," Kelly quipped, as she got off the bed. "Damn it," Mom screamed as her pussy juice came out of her cunt and landed all over my eager tongue. I kept lapping, Mom's cum tasting even better. "I think you have a new live-in cunt licker," Kelly quipped. "So wrong," Mom whimpered, as her pussy juice continued leaking onto my face. "Time to punish your daughter," Kelly declared a moment later, as I just lay underneath my Mom's beautiful pussy. "Please, no more," Mom weakly begged. "One final punishment and we are done," Kelly promised. "Go in my duffle bag on the floor and grab the strap-on cock." My eyes went wide. "Please," Mom began again. "Now, slut," Kelly ordered. Mom got off of me and off the bed. I sat up and saw that Kelly had a strap-on cock around her waist. I couldn't help it. I quipped, "I always knew you were a tomboy." "And I knew you were always a whore," she shot back. Mom asked, "Is there any way I can serve you on my own, Mistress?" "Just obey," Kelly said, "I need to go soon." I watched Mom awkwardly put the strap-on over her wedding dress. "You better take the dress off," Kelly said, with a soft laugh. "Yes, Mistress," Mom nodded. Once the dress was off, I was impressed at just how firm Mom's tits still were. "Wanna nurse on Mommy again?" Kelly asked, noticing me staring at Mom's breast, much bigger than mine. I didn't say anything, as Kelly went to Mom and helped her with the strap-on. Once on, Kelly kissed my Mom and I watched as Mom kissed her back. When Kelly broke the kiss, she ordered, "Lay on your back, Mommy-slut." Mom's cheeks were red as she nodded, "Yes, Mistress." Once she was lying on her back, Kelly instructed, just as I expected, "Straddle your Mom's cock, Erin." My cunt was on fire. My Mom looked incredibly hot. And I needed to come. I obeyed, wordlessly straddling Mom as she said, "I'm so sorry, honey." "This is my fault," I pointed out, as I slowly lowered myself on the cock. "Oh honey," she said concerned, "you were just exploring your sexuality." Kelly intervened in the strange intimate moment by adding, "And now you're going to explore another part of your sexuality." I turned around and saw lube in her hand as she joined us on the bed. It was then I realized she planned to ass fuck me. I don't know why I didn't realize it when both women had strap-ons on, but I hadn't. I begged, "Please, no." "I wasn't asking for permission," she said. "This is your final punishment. Although if you're like your mother you will probably love it." Mom said, "Just relax your whole body, honey. Your ass has many pleasure points and once you get used to it, a unique pleasure will fill you." "You take it in the ass?" I asked, as I felt lube being poured down my ass cheeks as Kelly pushed me forward so I was staring directly at my Mom, which was super awkward. "Your dad loves fucking my ass," she answered, so matter-of-factly I couldn't believe it. My parents looked like the most normal parents I knew. Not parents who ass fucked. She then added, "And I love it, too." "And a slut like you will too," Kelly added, as I felt her finger inserted into my ass. I whimpered, "I can't believe it." "What? That your Mom is a submissive slut just like you?" Kelly asked. "No," I said, although that was partly true. "Then what can't you believe?" Kelly asked. "This whole ordeal," I said, looking back at her, exasperated, even as her finger wiggled inside my ass, which was awkward, but not uncomfortable. "You should be thankful," she said. "Why?" I asked, as she inserted a second finger, making my hole widen more than it ever had. A slight burn waved over me. "Because I have allowed you two to become a lot closer and now you each have pussy to munch whenever you get the craving," she said, as she pumped the two fingers in and out of my ass. "That's ridiculous," I countered. Mom added, "Just obey our Mistress, honey. Don't fight it." I turned back to Mom with a confused look and yet in her eyes I could see her pleading. What I couldn't tell was, was it 'Please shut up before you make this worse' or 'Just obey like Mommy and enjoy yourself'. Mom seemed to imply the second when she began to slowly thrust her hips to fuck me without being told. She then reached up and pulled my lips to hers and started kissing me. I was shocked, but melted into the kiss as Mom's tongue went in my mouth. As we kissed, as she slowly fucked me, as I was finger ass fucked, I no longer saw my mom as my mom, but rather as another woman, another pussy. Kelly's fingers disappeared from my ass and a moment later I felt her cock slowly penetrate me. I moaned into Mom's mouth, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through me. "So tight," Kelly whispered from behind me. Mom held my cheeks as she kissed me, forcing me to focus on her lips and tongue and not the pain burning in my ass. "So hot watching you two make out," Kelly quipped, "almost makes me wish I had a mom." Suddenly, those words made me sad. Mom broke the kiss and shocked me by saying, "You have a Mom you can fuck now, Mistress. I'll always be there for you." I gasped. Mom's words were not out of blackmail, but lust and submissiveness. "Thank you Mommy," Kelly replied, "And that would make you my new sister, Erin." "Oh God," I replied, both because she was now all in my ass and the thought of Erin as my sister was utterly incomprehensible. "Ready to get ass fucked, sis?" Kelly asked. "I guess," I replied. Part of me was curious what getting ass fucked would feel like, while the other part of me was repulsed by it. Mom whispered, "You'll love it baby, just let your brain go and enjoy the pleasure of being used." She then pulled me back into a kiss as Kelly began fucking me. She started slow and my mind was indeed mush. I was kissing my Mom; I was getting ass fucked; Mom was wearing a strap-on cock that was currently in my pussy; I was getting double penetrated. My mom's tongue explored my mouth, a constant distraction to the reality I was being sodomized. Slowly, but surely, the pain dissipated and a new, unique, pleasure began coursing through me. I suddenly wanted it faster, harder. I wanted to feel both cocks pistoning in and out of me. I wanted to be double penetrated and fucked like a slut. I broke Mom's kiss and begged, "Harder, please, harder." "Beg to be ass fucked hard, slut," Kelly demanded. I didn't hesitate, my body and lust in control now, "Please, Mistress, fuck my virgin ass and make me your complete whore." Kelly obliged, beginning to slam her cock in my ass hard. "Fuck," I screamed, her deep penetration creating a new pain... and a new pleasure. "Fuck me too, Mommy," I begged, wanting to be her slave too, "fuck your daughter slave." Mom obliged too and soon both my holes were being used as fuck holes and it was exhilarating. Instantly I could feel the tide inside me building. "Oh, my God," I babbled, "so good," as I tried to find a place to put my hands comfortably. "Use my tits, honey," Mom offered. I took her up on her offer, placing my hands on her big tits for balance. "Fuck, too good," I whimpered. "Are you an ass slut?" Kelly asked. "God, yes," I admitted, knowing I would be willing to take it in the ass again. "And a cunt slave?" she added. "Forever," I replied, even as I looked at my Mom. "And a daughter pet to her Mommy," she added. "Forever," I repeated, the one word saying everything to my Mom. Yes, this twisted act of incest started as blackmail; and yes, it was morally wrong; yet, I knew this was just the beginning. Mom smiled, "I love you, Erin." "I love you too, Mom," I replied, as I began bouncing back on both cocks, needing to get off now. "That's it," Kelly laughed softly, "fuck yourself like the dirty incest lesbian bimbo you are." Those words would have infuriated me a few days ago, today they made me come. "Oh God, I'm coming." I bounced back for a few more deep thrusts and then collapsed forward. Kelly resumed reaming my ass even as my orgasm coursed through me. "Good girl," Mom purred, as my entire body trembled with a euphoria I didn't know existed. Eventually, Kelly pulled out and said, "I think my job here is done." "Thank you, Mistress," Mom said, which was both absurd and yet true. "You're welcome, sluts," Kelly said, as she slapped her ass. She got dressed, as I lay there recovering from an earth shattering orgasm. Once Kelly was dressed, she stressed, "And both of you, no panties, is that clear?" "Yes, Mistress," we both said in unison. Once the door was closed, I apologized, "I'm so sorry, Mom." Mom looked me in the eyes and said, "It's okay." "No, it's not," I continued, "My mistakes put you in a horrible situation and forced you to commit incest." "Yes, it did," Mom nodded, "but it also solved a problem." "It did?" I asked, curious what she meant. Did she enjoy having sex with me as much as I did with her? Blackmailed Teen Submissive "Sweetheart, I have my own secret to reveal," she said ominously. "What is it?" I asked. Mom sat up and revealed, "Your aunt has wanted to make you her submissive since the day you turned eighteen." I gasped. Even after all the shocking shit that happened today, I would never have guessed this. My aunt, Lisa, was two years younger than my Mom, and the youngest woman in the state to be appointed a judge. I was utterly speechless. Mom only added to the shock when she explained, "I've been her submissive since I was in college and walked in on her with two of her fellow cheerleaders." "You and Aunt Lisa?" I finally asked, even though the question was obvious. "She is a very powerful woman," Mom said. "Do you still, um..." I began. "Yes, I'm still Mistress Lisa's submissive," Mom nodded, "and have been ever since I served her and both cheerleaders that one fateful day. "OMG," I said, my head spinning. "And now you will be her submissive too," Mom declared. "What?" I asked. "Trust me," Mom said, "you are a natural submissive like Mommy and Mistress Lisa will have you between her legs begging minutes after she learns of today's events." "You're going to tell her?" I asked, still in shock, even though the idea of Mom and Aunt Lisa was fucking hot. "I have no choice," Mom said, "I tell her everything." After a pause she added, "Plus, she will know exactly how to deal with a wannabe Mistress like Kelly." "You can get us out of this situation?" I asked, the first glimmer of hope in this twisted submission tale. "She will be our pet before the week is out," Mom promised. "No way!" I replied, the idea of getting revenge and control of Kelly utterly delicious. Mom nodded, "There is always a stronger dominant. "How Freud of you," I joked. She stood up and grabbed her phone. Are you calling Auntie now?" I asked, head still spinning with my newfound knowledge. "Yes, but you will address her as Mistress Lisa from now on when we are alone," Mom responded. After pleasing my mom, and learning of mom's past, incest didn't seem wrong at all. Actually, it felt so right. I asked, "Can I make the phone call?" "Sure, honey," Mom nodded smiling, handing me the already ringing phone. When Auntie answered it, I greeted, "Hi, Mistress Lisa." The End