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Like Mommy, Like Daughter

By: silkstockingslover



SUMMARY: MILF's ex-Mistress comes to claim her submissive & daughter

NOTE 1: Thanks to Kelly Winters for suggesting the original idea.

NOTE 2: Thanks to KatieTay, Estragon, MAB7991 for their dedicated copy-editing. Also, a thank you to LaRascasse for his plot suggestions.

LIKE MOMMY, LIKE DAUGHTER

1. SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO SERVE

Sandra didn't recognize the number on the cell, but answered it anyway. "Hi, slut, isn't today your daughter's eighteenth birthday?"

In one instant everything changed. Sandra had spent her last eighteen years protecting her daughter from her dark nasty past, from the woman on the phone, but in the blink of an eye everything had caught up to her.

Sandra stammered still praying she was wrong, "M-M-Mariah, is it you?"

"Isn't it Mistress Mariah to you, my long lost slut?" the voice on the phone questioned abruptly, even over the phone her tone rattled Sandra, bringing back emotions from times long buried.

Sandra looked to make sure her daughter wasn't nearby before whispering, "Hi, Mistress Mariah."

Sandra hadn't seen Mariah in over eighteen years. Sandra knew she had to break free from the life controlling power Mariah had had over her throughout her college years. The power that had reached its pinnacle when Sandra, eight months pregnant, bound and being fucked in the ass by Mariah's big strap-on, had promised Mariah that she would give her Mistress full control of any female children she bore. It was a ridiculous promise, but Sandra was a completely obedient sub back then. She would do anything to please her Mistress...ANYTHING. Christ, Sandra had gotten pregnant at a sperm bank a month after Mariah learned she was pregnant, just so they could raise their children together. It was ridiculous, so one night, Sandra fearing for the future of her unborn child, just up and disappeared, created a new identity for herself and her child in another country...Canada.

"Hi, slut. Miss me?" Mariah asked, her tone playful.

Sandra flashed back:

As much as she hated her past reliance on Mariah for all her sexual needs and the humiliation that always seemed to go with it, she had never felt even remotely as sexually fulfilled as she had all those years ago when she was a complete slave to her college roommate.

"What, slut? The thought of my pussy got your tongue?" Mariah snapped sarcastically.

"Sorry, I am just really surprised to hear from you." Sandra said, her head spinning with all the potential problems that came with this phone call, even as her pussy uncontrollably dampened.

Sandra flashed back:

Images of being on her knees between Mariah's legs while her Mistress wrote essays, while she watched TV and even under the table at a charity fund raiser meeting, came flooding back to her mind and simultaneously to her cunt.

"Well, you did run away from me," Mariah pointed out, not condoning but stating a fact.

"I had to," Sandra replied, determined to be strong.

Sandra flashed back:

To Mariah telling her how her child would eventually be my Mistress when she was old enough, (she knew she was having a girl), while she would be my daughter's Mistress (I too had learned I was going to have a girl).

"Why?" Mariah asked, although her tone implied she knew.

"To protect Kelly," Sandra replied, still determined to stand strong.

"From what?" the Mistress asked, innocently.

"From becoming like me," Sandra admitted.

Sandra flashed back:

To her freshman year living in a dog house in her dorm while training to be Mariah's perfect obedient pet.

"Well, that is impossible," Mariah confidently responded, "Like Mother, like Daughter, it is one of the only rules of evolution that matters."

"That is absurd," Sandra replied, praying it wasn't true.

Sandra flashed back to the first time she had submitted to Mariah:

She recalled the absurdity that started it all. Sandra had been watching TV in the common area with some other girls, when she returned to her room to find Mariah waiting for her naked and wearing a strap-on cock wrapped around her waist. Sandra was unable to take her eyes off her roommates' firm breasts. Sandra was still a virgin. She had dated a few boys in high school but never went further than giving a couple of blow jobs which she hated doing. She had wondered deep down if maybe she wasn't gay. Her late night dreams usually included girls and since moving into the girls' dorm, those fantasies had included her outgoing, voluptuous, pretty, aggressive, roommate Mariah. Her curiosity was about to be tested by Mariah who smiled at her shy roommate and ordered, "Get naked, Sandra."

"What?" Sandra gasped.

"Get naked, now," Mariah demanded, her tone aggressive.

"This is absurd," Sandra said, standing up to go to her room.

"Stop, or else," Mariah threatened.

Sandra stopped, startled by the threatening tone and turned to look at her roommate. "Or else, what?" Sandra asked, nervously.

"You don't want to know," Mariah said, her glare daring her roommate to challenge her. Mariah knew that Sandra had been drooling over her since they met and even though Sandra herself wasn't sure of her sexuality, Mariah already knew. Sandra was a lesbian and Mariah was going to seduce her and slowly turn her into a perfect pet plaything. Mariah confidently walked over to the deer-in-the-headlights co-ed.

"But...." Sandra attempted to rationalize, frozen.

"But nothing, unless you want this in your butt instead of your cunt," Mariah smirked, playing on the word but. Stepping near Sandra, Mariah began to unbutton Sandra's blouse, the excitement adding to the wetness of Sandra's already damp vagina.

"No, I...." again Sandra tried to reason, but her resolve was weakening. Her roommates' breasts looked so appetizing and the plastic penis poking at Sandra's vagina had her head spinning.

"Look, Sandra," Mariah began, as she pulled off her blouse. "You are a lesbian. I know it and you know it. And starting right now, you are going to be trained to be my personal pet."

Mariah's words were absurd, but her touch had Sandra weak. Mariah unclasped Sandra's bra. "Such small titties," the seductress pointed out. "You could almost be a boy."

The criticism shamed Sandra, who had always been self-conscious of her small breasts, but she just stood there paralyzed as her vagina got wetter. Mariah yanked down her pet-to-be's skirt, pulling her panties to her ankles and aggressively bent her over the couch. Mariah rubbed the plastic cock head up and down the dazed co-ed's wet vagina until she asked, "Do you want me to fuck you, Sandra?"

Sandra involuntarily moaned, her mind a fog of conflicting emotions. Yes, she had a secret crush on Mariah and wanted desperately to have her approval, but she had always been a romantic and, well, this was not romantic. 

"All you have to do Sandra is ask me to fuck you and you are mine," Mariah promised.

The dominating woman's hands grasping Sandra's hips and the teasing of her virgin vagina was too much and the virgin whimpered, "Please."

"Please what?" the temptress asked, tapping her cock on Sandra's very wet pussy lips.

"Please have sex with me," Sandra weakly got out.

"Don't you mean fuck you?" Mariah asked, crudely.

Sandra was a shy, reserved girl and wasn't much of a swearer and Mariah knew that, but Sandra's desire to lose her virginity overpowered her usual high morals and she begged, "Please, fuck me, Mariah."

"You want me to shove my cock in your wet cunt?" Mariah asked, relishing her power as she pushed her cute, submissive roommate down a road of lesbian domination.

Mariah's plastic cock now between Sandra's suddenly eager pussy lips was too much for the virgin who ignored the alarm bells in her head that screamed 'run' and instead begged, "Yes, Mariah, fuck my cunt with that big cock, take my virginity."

Mariah plunged the cock deep inside her slave-to-be and Sandra's descent as a submissive slave begun. Sandra had never forgotten her your first time and her first was the beginning of a long transformation from sweet, shy Sandra to submissive, slut Sandra.

A part of Sandra she didn't know existed was awakened the second her pussy was filled by the plastic cock. This part came alive in a heartbeat, the sexual side that had lain dormant for the majority of her life other than small pleasures she had given herself. The real thing though was so different and so electrifying Sandra felt alive for the first time in her whole life. Her pussy was being ravished and she wanted more.

Reserved Sandra gone, horny Sandra moaned and begged, "Oh God, yes, more, Mariah."

Mariah smiled as she watched her shy roommate transform in front of her eyes, knowing it was only a matter of time before she had her own live-in pet. Mariah didn't make love to Sandra, she fucked her hard, with each forward thrust her entire body collided with Sandra's. The slapping sounds of two bodies meeting echoed through the room, as did the increasingly loud moans of the no-longer-a-virgin Sandra.

Not surprisingly, all this time of pent-up desire exploded into one intense, body numbing orgasm in only two or three minutes as Sandra screamed, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I'm coming."

Sandra had brought herself to orgasm before, but apparently she hadn't been very good at it. The orgasm that was currently riddling her body with pulses of pleasure from her head down to her toes was like nothing she had ever experienced. The pleasure kept coming in wave after wave after wave and she almost passed out when she forgot to breathe, being so overwhelmed by the pleasure cascading through her body.

Mariah smiled as she knew her pet was experiencing a newfound pleasure and knew that the first step in the lengthy training process was completed. Mariah pulled out of the still quivering roommate and left, leaving her pet-to-be wanting more and knowing when the orgasm had subsided Sandra would be riddled with insecurity, self-doubt, shame and craving...the perfect mixture needed to manipulate her later.

"Oh, we will see," Mariah said, her tone so confident and foreboding, a chill went up Sandra's spine. "Now go get yourself off, slut. I know you are about to burst at the seams just from hearing your Mistresses' voice."

Thankfully, there was a knock at the door, even as Sandra's hand moved under her sundress to her wanton pussy subconsciously obeying an order. Realizing what was happening, she said, using all her will power to prevent herself from obeying an order, knowing how easily she could fall and be back where she had been all those years ago, a submissive slave to Mariah. "Someone is at the door, I have got to go. Please don't call again." Before Mariah could respond, Sandra hung up and took a deep breath using her yoga breathing to calm herself after the stressful phone call.

A second knock at the door brought Sandra back to reality and she went to answer it.

Opening the door, Sandra froze. There she was...Mariah, looking just like she did all those years ago. Her blonde hair straight, her blue eyes piercing and her smile disarming.

Mariah asked, her smile smug, "Are you going to invite me in or what?"

Sandra stammered, shocked to her core as all her memories of her past flooded back like a never ending tidal wave, "W-w-what are you doing here?"

"Is that any way to greet your Mistress?" Mariah asked, with a smile.

"Sssshhhh," the rattled ex-sub whispered, "my daughter is upstairs."

"Well than you better be a good kitty and fetch my things," the blonde bombshell ordered, pointing to her car. She thought to herself, assessing the black haired sub, 'The slut is just as cute and innocent as ever.'

"What?" Sandra asked, praying she wasn't implying she was staying here.

"Taylor and I will be staying here for, well, indefinitely," Mariah shrugged.

"You can't!" Sandra gasped, petrified with the thoughts of what Mariah might do.

The Mistress's tone shifted in a heartbeat. "Look slut. Either you be a good sub and do as you are told or I go find your daughter and make her my slut this second."

Fear growing as Mariah was not one to bluff, Sandra panicked. "OK, OK, I'll get your things."

"Good girl," the Mistress smiled, knowing the domme-sub relationship from years ago was going to be easier to re-establish than anticipated, her harshness gone as quick as it had arrived. Mariah said, sweet as honey, "And you must be Kelly. I have heard so much about you."

Sandra turned to see her daughter, Kelly, in a t-shirt and short shorts walking towards them. "Um, hi," Kelly politely greeted the stranger, her facial expression showing confusion.

Mariah introduced, "Hi, I am Mariah, your Mom's old college roommate...your sweet Mom has offered to let my daughter and I stay here, while we look for a place to live."

"Well it is great to meet you," Kelly smiled, warmly like she always did, hiding the fact that her Mom hadn't mentioned this before, which was strange. Her mother and she had an amazing mother-daughter relationship, so this was totally out of character for her mom not to discuss this plan before now.

"You as well," Mariah replied, giving Sandra a look that said 'go get the bags', as she pulled Kelly into a hug. Sandra sighed, not wanting to leave her daughter alone with such a predator, but feared the consequences of disobeying Mariah.

Kelly was surprised by getting a hug from a stranger but had been brought up to respect her elders and just went with it.

Outside, Sandra's mouth dropped open when she saw a younger version of Mariah. Taylor was leaning on the car, dressed in a skimpy sundress that hid very little, that she must have known would have every guy in the world drooling and every girl calling her a slut.

Taylor looked up as Sandra approached the car. Taylor making a statement with her first words, assessed, "Well, you are cuter than I thought you would be, slut."

Sandra gasped, shocked that this eighteen year old would be so disrespectful and forward. "Excuse me," she said.

Taylor smiled, looking her over, "I think I was pretty clear. I was just assessing the merchandise."

Sandra ignored the teenager's crudeness and went to get the bags, her worries of Mariah now doubled with Taylor in the picture. 'Like Mother, Like Daughter' Mariah had mentioned on the phone minutes ago. She grabbed a couple of suitcases.

As Sandra began walking back to her house, Taylor asked, "I see Mommy already has you doing her bidding, slut?"

Sandra's cheeks went red as she ignored the shot by the teenager. Back in her house, her daughter was unwrapping a present even as she protested, "You shouldn't have."

"You only get one eighteenth birthday," Mariah smiled, befriending her future pet, while giving a quick glance to Sandra.

Sandra put the bags down and walked to the couch to see what Mariah thought would be an appropriate present for her eighteen year old.

Kelly pulled out a gorgeous gold dress. "Oh my God, it is beautiful," Kelly gasped excitedly, shocked by such a nice gown.

Mariah, her smile seemingly genuine to Kelly but fake as could be to the observing Sandra, "Isn't prom soon?"

"Yes," Kelly squealed, realizing the dress she had purchased for the event was now redundant.

"Oh there is more," Mariah purred.

Kelly looked in the box and pulled out a package of mocha thigh highs which surprised her. Pantyhose were so 1980s.

Mariah pointed out. "I know, I know, pantyhose are out, but stockings are so in. Trust me, the boys will be drooling."

"Really?" Kelly asked innocently, unsure the difference between stockings and pantyhose.

Sandra sighed to herself, knowing that Mariah's fetish was stockings.

Sandra flashed back:

For all four years of her humiliating sub life she wore a garter belt and stockings, thigh high stockings, or crotchless pantyhose every day. She licked Mariah's stocking feet practically every day when she returned from school. Since breaking free from Mariah's clutches, she had not once worn stockings of any sort. Not once!!!

Mariah looked down at Sandra's legs condemning her without a word before turning back to Kelly and explaining, "Trust me. Boys love stockings."

"OK, Aunt Mariah," Kelly replied, although she was skeptical.

Sandra gasped, "Aunt Mariah!"

Mariah again gave a look and Sandra quickly went to fetch the rest of the suitcases.

Mariah pointed out. "If you look at my legs in dark brown, called mocha, my legs come alive. While if you check you're Mom and her white pale legs they are less appealing. With a pair of stockings they would come alive with some color."

Kelly looked at the older woman's legs and had to agree the dark color seemed to really accentuate her legs. She wondered if the stockings would do the same for her.

Mariah, as if reading the girl's mind, offered, "Why don't you try on the dress and stockings? You can see for yourself what stockings can do, plus I want to make sure I got the right size."

"Sure," Kelly said, excited to play dress up. Her mom was much more a jeans and t-shirt type and thus Kelly had become similar in style. This was like a Disney movie for Kelly, an opportunity to play princess. She was Cinderella and Mariah was her fairy Godmother.

Outside, Taylor continued her verbal assault on the MILF she knew would soon be hers. "So Sub-Sandra, are you happy to see your Mistress again?"

Sandra was mortified that the young girl knew about her dark past, but decided to just ignore her.

As Sandra pulled the last two suitcases out of the car, Taylor walked in front of her. Her smile, a virtual replica of her mother, spoke volumes. "You know what my Mother gave me for my eighteenth birthday?"

"I have no idea," Sandra said flippantly, trying to go around the blonde beauty.

"Stop, slut," Taylor snapped, her tone identical to her mother's. Sandra instantly froze in her tracks out of both shock and fear. The young Domme's tone instantly turned soft as if talking to a small child as she praised the older woman. "Good girl. I am hoping you will not cause me trouble because my birthday present was you and I have had to wait over a month to receive my present."

"Pardon?" Sandra asked shocked, even though she completely understood what the teenager had said. Mariah had given her as a gift. Her mind spun at what this meant.

"Isn't it clear? Mom is going to take your daughter as her new slave so she is giving me her old one. But instead of getting a old car like most eighteen year olds get, I am getting an old woman."

At forty-one Sandra felt old sometimes, but being called old by a teenager who was acting like she owned her hurt. But realizing her situation was way direr than she originally thought, instead of fighting her, Sandra asked, attempting to buy herself some time, "How is this going to work?"


Like Mommy, Like Daughter Pt. 02



SUMMARY: Sub mom falls deeper; shy daughter finds her own sexuality.

NOTE 1: Thanks to Kelly Winters for suggesting the original idea.

NOTE 2: Thanks to MAB7991, LeAnn and Goamz for their excellent copy-editing.

Warning: The story is a novella of sorts. The first ten chapters were released under the title: Like Mommy, Like Daughter. It is not pivotal you read them, but it will explain how the characters ended up where they currently are.

Summary: In part one, a Mistress, Mariah, returns with her daughter, Taylor, after 18 years to reclaim her submissive, Sandra, who had betrayed her and to claim her subs 18-year old virgin daughter, Kelly. Told through flashbacks to learn about Mariah's and Sandra's past as well as present day encounters, Sandra is unable to resist the temptations to return to her submissive nature. Meanwhile Mariah and Taylor slowly become involved in Kelly's life.

PS: I had a lot of fun creating chapter titles that refer to popular songs of the past and present; that will continue in this part and future parts.

LIKE MOMMY, LIKE DAUGHTER: 2 OBEY

11. LOVE THE WAY YOU LICK

Sandra woke up Saturday late after having spent the night in her daughter's room pleasing her new in training eighteen-year-old Mistress, Taylor and as she replayed last night in her head, she sighed at her weakness and her need to obey. She also relived in her head the incest scene between Mariah and Taylor and briefly envisioned it being her and Kelly. She quickly shook off the thought.

Turning over Sandra saw her still sleeping young Mistress. Sandra quietly snuck out of bed and her daughter's room and went for a shower.

Once dressed, Sandra went to the kitchen and was greeted by Mariah, who was already dressed. "Good morning, slut."

"Good morning, Mistress Mariah," Sandra answered, instantly dropping to her knees.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Mariah asked.

"Always," Sandra replied, moving without instruction to her Mistress, both women's cunts already wet.

Mariah spread her legs and allowed her pet to crawl under the kitchen table.

Sandra didn't hesitate as she crawled under her own table, between Mariah's stocking-clad legs and to the sweetness she had missed all these years. She extended her tongue and slowly licked her Mistress's pussy. Remembering her many years of 'special' breakfasts, she knew this was supposed to be a slow, tender, brimming pleasure. It would often last anywhere from fifteen to sometimes as much as an hour.

Sandra flashed back to her first of many 'special' breakfasts:

It was March of her freshman year when Sandra woke up and crawled out of her doghouse, having been sent to bed early for some trivial disobedience. Needing permission to have a shower on a weekend (weekdays were still her own), she crawled to Mariah's door. Mariah was still sleeping, so she waited like the loyal pet she had become.

An hour later, Mariah woke up and smiled at seeing her pet patiently waiting for her. "Good morning, slut. Follow me."

Sandra greeted, "Good morning, Mistress Mariah," and crawled after her blonde haired Mistress.

"Are you hungry for some breakfast?" Mariah asked as she sat down on the couch.

"Yes, Mistress," Sandra admitted, starving after being sent to bed last night without supper.

"Well, crawl between my legs and have your new 'special' breakfast," Mariah offered, once again surprising her still-in-training pet.

Sandra didn't pause, after having hesitated yesterday and having been punished for it, she crawled into position between her Mistress's legs. She leaned forward and began a tradition that would last every weekend for the next three years.

As Sandra licked her Mistress's cunt, Mariah spoke. "Oh how I have missed this morning ritual. I so love the way you lick me, my pet."

Sandra always loved the rare moments of intimacy when Mariah spoke to her softly, with tenderness and sweetness. Sandra briefly took Mariah's clit into her mouth in response.

"You obviously missed this too," Mariah moaned. "So, some day next week I will be picking Kelly up from school after her track practice and I am taking her shopping."

Sandra heard the words, knew she should have been protective, but knew she was helpless against the powerful will of her Mistress. Instead, now her only option was to tell her daughter the humiliating truth of her past and warn her daughter to be strong. Instead she focused on savoring Mariah's sweetness, a taste she had once been so addicted to, she craved it like an alcoholic craves liquor or a smoker craves nicotine.

Mariah continued, "And once Kelly is my pet, you officially become Taylor's, although I think we should keep this morning breakfast ritual. Don't you agree?"

Sandra continued the lavishly slow pleasing as she answered, "Oh yes Mistress, I would hate to see this tradition ever end again."

"Good girl," Mariah moaned as she opened the newspaper and allowed her pet to slowly pleasure her for the next forty minutes.

By the time Mariah finally spoke again, Sandra's knees were aching and her neck was sore. "So after you finish breakfast my pet, I expect you to go and wake up Taylor. She is not much of a morning person. Then I will have an outfit for you to wear tonight when we go out and you fulfill one more of your many punishments."

Sandra's eyes went big, as the anxiety of the unknown always caused her major stress. She always ended up enjoying whatever humiliation Mariah would set up for her, yet the day of anticipation was always nerve-wracking.

Sandra felt her head being pulled deeper into Mariah's wetness, an unspoken cue that her Mistress wanted to come now. Sandra instantly shifted from slow licking to concentrated pressure as she sucked Mariah's clit into her mouth while using her tongue recklessly.

Mariah's moans escalated from the lengthy simmering to heavier breathing as her pet's intensity increased.

A couple of minutes later Mariah's legs stiffened and she squirted like a broken faucet all over Sandra's face. Sandra bathed in the juices, loving every drop.

Once completely spent, Mariah wordlessly snapped her fingers and Sandra obediently crawled out from under the table and returned back to her daughter's room to wake up her younger Mistress. She crawled back onto the bed, under the sheets and between the blonde teen's legs. She licked the girl's dry cunt slowly hoping not to startle her too much.

Taylor was already slightly awake and knew exactly what was going on but decided to play mind games with the older slut. She moaned, "Oh yes, Kelly, lick my cunt you dirty little dyke."

Sandra instantly wondered if Taylor was dreaming or if her daughter Kelly had already submitted to her. Regardless of what might have transpired, Sandra focused on waking her Mistress-to-be properly. She replicated the slow pleasing she had already done to Mariah, Taylor's Mother.

Taylor enjoyed the leisurely licking and just allowed the slow build up to grow. Her eyes remained closed as she fantasized about all the things she planned to do to this MILF slut once Sandra was completely hers.

Twenty minutes later, Taylor's many fantasies getting her revved up, she ordered, "Finger fuck me slut."

Sandra, was thrilled to get permission to get her off, as her jaw was killing her, she slid two fingers inside the teen's wet box. She pumped furiously while assaulting the teen's clit with her tongue.

The dual pleasing was all it took to get the young Domme off as Taylor screamed, "Fuuuck, you are such a good cunt eater, don't stoooooop!"

Sandra continued the double pleasing until she was coated with the teen's cum and the teen pushed her away.

Taylor, her breathing still erratic, said, "Fuck, you have one nasty tongue."

"Thank you," Sandra replied, loving being complimented.

"Now, go make me breakfast while I shower," Taylor ordered.

"Of course, Mistress," Sandra replied, moving off the bed and crawling back to the kitchen.

The rest of the morning and afternoon was calm, as both Mariah and Taylor left the house, leaving plenty of time for Sandra to ponder what this evening's discipline might be.

Later in the afternoon Mariah called and told Sandra her outfit for the evening was on Mariah's bed. Sandra went up to what was her room a few days ago and saw there was a plaid skirt, white thigh highs and a blouse laid out for her.

She instantly expected some sort of crazy night as she flashbacked to an earlier punishment:

Mariah was four weeks pregnant, a day from realizing it, a day from learning that was why she had been so sensitive and snappy, and why she was punishing her pet at a frat party.

Sandra had come without permission even though it was because Mariah had left a vibrating egg in her all night. Mariah blindfolded her pet, after dressing her up in an adult girl scout's costume and drove her to a mystery location. This was not the first time Sandra had been blindfolded for a night of debauchery, but this was the most extreme.

It was a short drive, which alarmed Sandra, and when she was led into a room full of men's voices her already high anxiety had her almost hyperventilating as she was lowered to her usual all fours position.

Mariah said, "Boys, my slut has been very, very bad and needs to be punished. She is yours for the night, but she can only be fucked in her ass or her mouth. Her cunt is off limits. Is that understood?"

A chorus of yeahs and sures followed as Sandra strangely gave a sigh of relief, knowing she was at a very fertile part of her menstrual cycle.

Mariah added, her tone no nonsense, "Also, although she is a slut, a slave, an obedient little cocksucking ass-slut, there is to be no physical abuse, other than ravaging her mouth and ass, is that also understood?"

Again the boys agreed without hesitation, many already discarding their clothes.

"Well the house rules are established, so fuck away," Mariah offered.

Soon hands were pawing Sandra and a cock was shoved in her mouth. She began bobbing on the cock like the cocksucking slut she had been trained to be. As she easily deep-throated the smallish cock, she felt hands squeezing her breasts and soon felt a cock between her ass cheeks.

"Do you want your ass fucked slut?" a gruff voice asked.

Taking the cock out of her mouth she begged, again as trained to do, "Shove that cock of yours in my ass."

"What a slut," someone else said, as Sandra returned the smallish cock to her mouth. Being blindfolded helped in making Sandra more relaxed for some odd reason. Like the slut she was accused of being, she bobbed up and down on the small cock desperate to get that first load of cum just as she felt another small cock begin to penetrate her ass.

As the cock in her ass began to pump in and out of her, she was rewarded with her first of many loads of cum. As soon as the first cock in her mouth pulled out, a second bigger cock replaced it. Sandra eagerly went to work on this cock as her ass began to be fucked hard. The cock in her ass was not used to such tightness and Sandra in only a couple of minutes of being ass-fucked felt her anal walls being coated with cum.

As the cock slipped out of her ass, it too was replaced by a bigger cock. The next couple of hours were a sexual blur as Sandra was filled from both ends over and over. Her face, hair, back, tits and ass were all coated with cum as she was filled and sprayed by over two dozen loads. Sandra herself, with Mariah's permission, had come multiple times.

As the last two cocks filled Sandra's ass and mouth she felt so full.

The night ended as Sandra pleasured Mariah and the boys hooted and hollered at the lesbian sight.

Although Sandra would never admit it, she craved another such gangbang, one where all three of her holes could be filled over and over.

12. STEADY AS SHE BLOWS

Sandra was dressed as expected in her schoolgirl uniform and waiting patiently for whatever Mariah had in store for her as her punishment.

A little after seven, Mariah texted Sandra and told her to meet them at Perry's Playhouse, an adult store on the opposite end of the city. Sandra cringed at the thought of what this could lead to, but headed to her car and began the long agonizing drive to her fate.

Once at the scuzzy store, she took a deep breath, knowing she was going to get some strange looks and headed into the store. To her surprise, neither Mariah nor Taylor was there. Nervously, she walked around looking at toys as the few men in the store kept leering at her.

Sandra's anxiety was getting more and more extreme when Mariah finally entered the store dressed in a gold dress and beige stockings. She commanded attention with her outfit. Knowing every man there was watching with bated breath, she sauntered over to the bondage section, grabbed a collar and leash, before walking to a petrified Sandra.

Without a word, Mariah put the collar on her pet's neck, hooked the leash to it and gave Sandra a look. Sandra, understanding the look, immediately fell to her knees even as the creepy men stared at the two of them.

"Good pet," Mariah purred, loud enough for all to hear. Mariah pulled the leash and went to the till, every man in the joint following the two girls with drooling mouths. Once at the till, Mariah smiled wickedly at the mid-fifties balding man and asked, "Do you take slut?"

"Pardon?" the older man asked confused.

"Well, I can pay you the old fashioned way for this collar and leash or we can finish the transaction a different way," Mariah explained, her eyes glancing down at her pet.

Sandra was mortified, she was being offered as a means of payment to some stranger.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked, with a growing smile.

"Well," Mariah explained, "Rumor has it you have a glory hole here somewhere."

"That rumor may be true," the older man replied, playing it surprisingly cool.

"Well, if that rumor is true, I would love to pay you for these two items with an hour of free service by my slut here. She has been a very, very bad girl," Mariah bargained as she slightly pulled on the chain.

Sandra flashed back to her first glory hole punishment:

It was late in her third year at college and they were at a new club. Mariah had dressed Sandra up relatively conservatively for an outing, in a lengthy sundress and beige thigh highs. After a couple of hours of drinking and flirting, no visible evidence of the domme-sub relationship, Mariah surprised Sandra by grabbing her by the hand and leading her upstairs to the secured level. The bouncer just nodded and let Mariah and Sandra pass, as he assessed the brunette thoroughly.

Mariah said, "Thanks, Jack," and kept going past the other tables, to a hallway and eventually into a small room.

Even after all that Sandra had done as a sub, she had no idea what a glory hole was. She looked at the small room with a stool and a small circular hole in the wall. She knew by now not to ask questions.

Mariah led her to the stool and ordered, "Sit down my pet."

Sandra obeyed, "Yes, Mistress Mariah."

Mariah asked, "Do you know what a glory hole is?"

Sandra shook her head no, although she suspected she was about to find out.

Mariah smiled. "You still are so innocent for a complete slut. A glory hole is a place where a hungry cocksucker goes to suck cock after cock after cock after cock."

"Oh," was all Sandra could say back, now realizing what the hole was for.

"So tonight you are going to practice your cocksucking skills," Mariah informed her slave, just as a flaccid cock popped through the hole.

Sandra stared at the wrinkled soft cock as she began to understand exactly what she was expected to do...suck strangers' cocks. Instead of being repelled as most women or men would be, the fact that her identity was hidden by the wall comforted her and without further instruction she leaned forward and took the cock in her mouth.

"Good pet," Mariah purred, "you are such a quick learner."

A sense of pride beamed through Sandra at being recognized for her obedience, as the cock grew in her mouth. Like getting off Mariah or another woman, she loved the feeling of knowing it was her tongue and mouth that was making someone receive pleasure.

The cock growing inside her turned her on, and once erect, Sandra began to bob slowly back and forth on the medium sized cock. She heard moans from the other side of the wall which enhanced her eagerness to please and she shifted to a faster pace. The voice on the other side groaned again and Sandra bobbed on the cock in the wall like a porn star. Such focused sucking had the cock spewing his load down Sandra's throat in only a couple of minutes. Once spent, the cock slipped out of Sandra's mouth and disappeared out of the hole.

Seconds later, as the exhilaration of the slutty deed warmed her, a much bigger, already fully erect nine-inch cock poked through the hole. Sandra briefly looked at Mariah with a 'wholly-shit-it-is-huge' look on her face. Mariah just nodded and Sandra opened her mouth and decided to really enjoy this massive cock. She swirled her tongue in constant circles around the wide mushroom top, teasing the monster. She continued this for a couple of minutes before slowly taking more of the big cock in her mouth.

"That's it slut, take all of my big cock," the stranger on the other side of the wall grunted.

The words only encouraged Sandra more and she did exactly as requested, slowly moving forward. Soon she was in a reasonably slow rhythm. Unlike the first cock that she sucked fast and furiously, this much bigger cock deserved special attention and patience if she was going to eventually, take it all.

More moaning came from the stranger behind the wall. "Fuck, slut, you are one great cocksucker. But I bet you can't take it all."

Never one to back away from a challenge, she began bobbing back and forth, her goal to get all nine inches in her mouth. Sandra was always determined to be the best at everything she did and if she was going to suck a stranger's cock, she was going to do it right. She was going to deep-throat this big cock. The next two inches easily filled her mouth, as she slowly took more and more with each forward movement. However, as she attempted the eighth inch, she couldn't fathom how she could get any more in. Struggling to control her gag reflex, she pushed on, determined to do the seemingly impossible...get all nine inches in her mouth.

Tears began to form as Sandra persevered through the gag factor and got the last remaining inch down her throat.

"Holy shit, she did it," the faceless stranger announced impressed.

A strange rush of euphoria filled Sandra at reaching her goal. Having accomplished it, she now focused on getting him off. She returned to porn star sucking: fast and furious.




Like Mommy, Like Daughter Pt. 02



"Fuuuuuck," grunted the nameless cock.

Sandra would have loved to feel this big cock in her cunt, but settled on the task at hand, feeling his sticky goo slide down her throat. Like most men, a couple of minutes of concentrated fast-paced sucking and he was shooting his wad down her throat.

Once spent, he pulled out and complimented, "That was amazing, I hope to see you here again sometime."

Sandra warmed at the compliment before another cock, much smaller, replaced the big one in the hole. The next couple of hours Sandra swallowed nearly two dozen loads of cum as she sucked a smorgasbord of cocks.

"I think that could be arranged," the older man agreed, before adding, "You can take her to room two, it's just down the hallway where the bathroom sign is."

"Thanks," Mariah smiled and led the on all fours pet to a dirty back room.

Once in the room, Mariah led her to a hole in the wall and explained, "Get each guy off, but I want every guy who comes to leave his cum on your face and hair."

"Yes, Mistress," Sandra said, surprised by the order and slightly disappointed, already craving cum.

Mariah left the room to instruct the men that they were to warn her slut when they were about to come.

After a couple of minutes of waiting, the first cock popped through the hole. Sandra assumed, correctly, that the small, wrinkled cock was that of the older man at the register. Sandra opened her mouth and took the shriveled cock between her lips. It took longer than usual to get the old cock fully erect and way longer than usual to get him off. Finally, for what seemed like an eternity for Sandra, the old man mumbled he was about to come. Sandra quickly took the cock out of her mouth, switched to jerking the cock off as she moved her face directly in front of the cum-shooter.

"Keep your mouth closed, slut!" Mariah instructed.

Sandra closed her mouth and pumped the small cock until she felt the first sprays shoot across her nose, forehead and hair.

When Sandra opened her eyes, the first cock had disappeared and was quickly replaced by a semi-hard larger cock. Sandra replicated the blow job process, working on quantity over quality. Obviously younger, it only took three minutes to hear the warning he was about to come. She again took the cock out of her mouth, stroked the decent sized cock and closed her eyes waiting for her facial. Once again she felt the sticky goo hit her face, this time more on her chin, lips and cheek.

The next hour was a groundhog day of sorts as Sandra opened her eyes, saw a new cock waiting for her, sucked it until the warning came and waited for the facial. Finally, after eight cocks, the hole remained empty.

Mariah waited a minute, walked over to her cum covered pet and reached down for the leash. Up close she couldn't believe how much cum was on the mother of one. She stood back up, and tugged the leash leading an exhausted Sandra out.

Sandra's humiliation grew as she was led out of the glory hole and back into a public area of the store with her face coated with cum. Only a few people were in the store, but each one saw the strange spectacle.

A girl with her boyfriend gasped at the sight, while her boyfriend stared in awe.

Mariah went to the register and asked, "Are we square?"

"Yes, ma'am," the older man said, looking down at the cum-drenched cocksucker.

"Excellent," Mariah said and pulling the leash, led Sandra to the door and out to the parking lot. Once outside, Mariah allowed Sandra to stand and walk to the car.

Once in, Mariah quipped, "Home, James."

Sandra started the car and drove in silence, petrified to be stopped at a red light. A couple of minutes into the drive home, Mariah surprised her cum-covered slave by announcing, "I am kind of hungry, how about you?"

Truthfully, Sandra was famished, but the thought of going to a restaurant was mortifying, so she lied. "No, not really, Mistress."

"Really? You seemed to have worked pretty hard back there," Mariah assessed, not buying the lie.

"I can make us something at home," Sandra offered.

"Naaaaah. Go through the McDonald's drive through up ahead," Mariah ordered, pointing to her right.

Sandra wanted to plead to not make her do this, but knew that once Mariah had made a decision she was not going to change her mind. So reluctantly, she signaled right and pulled into a short drive-through lane.

Mariah asked, "Sure, you don't want anything? I'm buying."

Sandra's belly rumbled and figuring she was being forced through the drive-through either way she may as well eat. "I guess I could use a bite."

Mariah joked, "Be careful what you wish for."

Sandra pulled up and was now at the speaker to order. "Welcome to McDonald's, you may order when ready."

Mariah leaned in a bit and ordered. "A quarter pounder combo with a sprite, please."

The polite tone of Mariah's order seemed so absurd in comparison to everything she had made Sandra do. Sandra added, "Can I have a chicken grill combo and a coke."

"Is that everything?" the male voice asked.

"Yes," Sandra answered after looking quickly at Mariah for confirmation.

Sandra moved up and began to dread the next forward move where she would have to pay. To make matters worse, Sandra would have to pay first and then go to a second window to get her food. Mariah instructed, "Make sure to smile, slut."

"Yes, Mistress," Sandra agreed as she began the slow roll forward to the window to pay. Once there, the teenage cashier began, "That will be fourteen...." He froze as he realized what he was seeing. He stammered, "T-t-that w-w-will be fourteen seventy-eight." His eyes never left the cum-covered Sandra's face.

Mariah handed her slut a twenty and ordered, "Pay the young man, my slut."

Sandra blushed as humiliation burned through her very being as she took the cash and handed it to the bewildered boy. He took the money and a moment later returned with the change, his eyes again never leaving Sandra's white gooey face.

"Thank you, sexy," Sandra instinctively replied as he handed her back the change.

"Y-you're w-w-welcome," the teenager stammered as Sandra rolled forward, thankful she was half done with her humiliating ordeal.

Mariah ordered, "Ask for extra napkins so you can wipe the cum off your face."

Sandra turned and stared at Mariah as her mouth dropped open.

"Is there a problem?" Mariah asked, her tone implying there had better not be.

"Of course not, Mistress," a defeated and slightly scared Sandra replied.

Rolling to the second window, a young strawberry blonde female began to hand out the food when she suddenly froze. Her eyes went big as she stared at Sandra and her cum-coated face.

Sandra reached for the food and asked politely, "Can I have some extra napkins?"

"Sure," the stunned girl said, trying to act like nothing odd was happening.

Mariah made a clearing of her throat sound, which implied Sandra was not done.

When the girl returned a moment later with more napkins, Sandra smiled and explained attempting to be casual, "I forgot to clean my face after my glory hole session and this cum is drying too fast."

"I hate when that happens," the cute blonde quipped.

Mariah laughed out loud as Sandra began pulling away, her humiliation greater than she could ever remember.

The rest of the drive home was silent until they pulled into the driveway. Mariah asked, "Do you still go to church every Sunday?"

Sandra panicked again as she could tell by her Mistress's tone that another punishment was on the horizon.

"Yes," Sandra admitted, adding, "I am a greeter tomorrow."

"Oh I bet you are," Mariah quipped, her mind already considering tomorrow.

13. SUNDAY BUZZING SUNDAY

The next morning Sandra showered quietly, hoping to sneak out of the house for church without waking either Mariah or Taylor. She dressed according to Mariah's dress code, but wore a skirt long enough to hide the tops of her thigh high stockings.

Sandra was sneaking out of her own home when she heard Mariah's voice questioning, "You weren't leaving without instructions from your Mistress, were you my cunt-licking slut?"

Sandra grimaced at the last three words as name-calling during a conversation always implied her Mistress was not happy. Sandra lied, "Of course not Mistress Mariah, I was just waiting to the very last second to wake you to learn of my task before leaving."

"You mean your punishment," Mariah corrected.

"Of course, Mistress," Sandra agreed, dreading whatever Mariah had planned.

Mariah handed her pretty pet a vibrating egg.

Sandra's eyes went big. She asked, "You want me to use this while at church?"

"Of course," Mariah smiled, adding, "I want you thinking of me the whole time you are greeting the many members of the congregation."

"But everyone will know," Sandra pleaded, without directly questioning the order.

Mariah took the egg back, turned it on, and expertly slipped it inside her pet's cunt.

Sandra let out a soft moan at having her cunt touched and again when the light pulses began to tingle inside her.

Mariah explained. "As you can see, the toy is quiet as a mouse. Your bigger concern is keeping it in you without your panties."

"Can I please wear panties?" Sandra begged, even though she already knew the answer.

"What will you give me in return?" Mariah asked.

As the toy inside her was already getting her wet, Sandra offered, desperate to be allowed to wear panties to keep her cum from leaking down her legs while at church, "Whatever you wish."

Mariah agreed. "Tell you what, you may wear a thong if you wish and in return you must at some point during your time at church cup the breast of someone you would like to fuck."

"Oh god," Sandra gasped at the deal that had been offered. After a brief consideration, she realized that it was still a better option than the possibility of the toy slipping out of her wet pussy. Cupping a breast could be done and still look accidental.

"Oh god yes, or oh god no?" Mariah queried, curious at her pet's choice.

"Yes, I'll do it," Sandra agreed weakly.

"Do what?" Mariah asked both to make her pet say it and to clarify the agreement.

"Yes, I will cup someone's breast at church," Sandra announced out loud, mortified by the task that lay before her.

"Excellent," Mariah smiled, before adding another twist to the task, "be sure to really consider whose titties you want to squeeze, as you may very well have another task later with those same titties. Oh and be sure to wear at least four inch heels."

Before Sandra could respond, Mariah turned and walked away.

Defeated, yet increasingly horny, Sandra quickly rushed to her room to grab a thong and her black four-inch heels and headed out before her morning got more complicated. In her car, she put her string-like underwear on before driving to yet another humiliation. She fretted the whole way to church and pondered how it had been just a week ago today that Mariah had showed up back into her life. Who knew that last week, while she listened to a sermon on self-control, that all hers would disappear in a heartbeat? During the sermon, she actually beamed a little at how she had regained her life, protected her daughter, and maintained discipline over her desires all these years.

Once at church, she took a deep breath and headed inside. She felt so dirty and sinful going to church with a toy lightly teasing her pussy. She also felt ashamed at the task she was expected to accomplish.

"Hi, Sandra," Mrs. Washington greeted warmly.

Sandra took Mrs. Washington's hand in hers and greeted the sixty-year-old back. "Good morning Ingrid."

"You look lovely," Mrs. Washington said back, as she eyed Sandra's impractical high heels.

Sandra chuckled, "I know, they are silly high, but I need to practice in them for a gala I am going to in Toronto if I am to fit in." She suddenly realized that the heels were the perfect excuse to cover her actions when she accomplished the ludicrous task assigned to her.

"Of course, dear," the older woman warmly smiled back.

Sandra tried to avoid needless chatter, but that was impossible when your duty is to greet all the people coming to worship.

The next twenty-five minutes were a hurricane of greeting, small chitchat and a growing dread inside Sandra at the task not yet accomplished.

With only a few minutes until the service was to start, Sandra saw Carissa Teller, a redhead in her early twenties, who, when Sandra first met her a couple of months ago, she reminded Sandra a lot of Mariah. Carissa had the same blue eyes, a similar sly smile and a similar saunter when she walked that oozed self-confidence. She was in college studying to become a lawyer. Carissa walked over to her and Sandra greeted her, "Good morning, Ms. Teller."

Her smile, a mixture of sweetness and something devious, crossed her face, as she looked down at the inappropriate shoes Sandra was wearing. "Good morning, Sandra."

Carissa was the only young woman who called Sandra by her first name, as if trying to hint at an unacknowledged power over her. Carissa had never done anything else remotely inappropriate to give Sandra any hints that she could be a Domme, yet, after years with Mariah, Sandra could sense these things. As Sandra leaned forward a bit to shake Carissa's hand she stumbled forward, not on purpose actually, and crashed hand first into the left breast of the well-endowed redhead. Sandra's vibrating pussy gushing a tad as her hand briefly cupped Carissa's perfect firm breast.

Carissa made no attempt to move away as she allowed the older sub to cop a feel. Carissa knew when a woman was a submissive and utterly revelled in the opportunity to turn them into eager little lez playthings, as she had her economics prof and two country girl co-eds this year. Carissa had already planned to start her seduction today, but apparently, it had been started already by a simple slip-up...the pussy gods were apparently shining down on her today.

Sandra, her face blood red, quickly stood back up and stammered an apology. "I-I-I am so s-s-sorry."

Carissa quickly retorted, "It's ok Sandra, we are all family here."

Sandra looked around and breathed a sigh of relief at the task being accomplished and no one seeing the embarrassing moment. "Thanks, these new heels are a challenge."

Carissa, her smile a carbon copy of Mariah's all those years ago, replied, "Well, maybe after church we can go for a bite to eat and I can train you how to wear high heels."

'Train?' Sandra thought to herself. 'Is Carissa implying something more?' Sandra didn't want to agree as she suddenly felt like prey, but was not one to be able to make up a quick lie. "S-s-sure," she stammered.

"Lovely," Carissa cooed, "I will see you after the service then."

"Sounds like a plan," Sandra smiled back, trying to act casual, even as the buzzing inside her was really beginning to distract her.

Catching her breath and trying to control her lustful desires, she was startled by the familiar voice of the uppity minister's wife Lucille, the tone of her disapproval not remotely hidden. "Sandra, don't you think the heels are a bit much for Sunday morning? We are in the house of God."

Sandra's shame burnt through her at being criticized by the minister's wife, someone she had worked hard at being civil to. "I suppose," Sandra answered weakly.

"You suppose?" Lucille questioned, looking older than the forty-two she was, dressed like a minister's wife, her hair in her usual bun and her outfit lacking any color that might showcase her well-hidden assets. "You look like you never made it home last night," she accused harshly.

"Excuse me?" Sandra responded, as if she had been slapped in the face.

"Look, if you want to be a weekend harlot that is between you and our Savior, but do not showcase your sin at my church so blatantly," Lucille said, her words razor sharp.

Sandra always one to avoid confrontation replied, like a servant, "Yes, Mrs. Light."

"Good. I can assume this will not happen again?" Lucille finished, her tone implying the question was rhetorical.

Before Sandra could respond, she heard Mariah's sing-song voice, and with it came yet another feeling of horrifying dread. "Well, good morning, Sandra."

Sandra could feel her face burning as she looked and saw a shockingly conservatively dressed Mariah in a lengthy black skirt, a blue blouse, a black blazer and, she guessed black thigh highs. "Good morning, Ms. Heart," Sandra greeted as she would any parishioner entering the church.

Mariah, with the grace of a woman from Paris, leaned in and gave her obviously nervous submissive two quick pecks on the cheeks. "Thank you for inviting me," Mariah warmly said, before turning to the skeptical prudish looking Minister's wife, and saying, "Nice to meet you. I'm Mariah Heart."

In the blink of an eye, Lucille shifted from cold and threatening to warm and inviting. "I'm Mrs. Light, the Minister's wife." She extended her hand and Mariah graciously shook it.

"Oh my," Mariah said, "So you're the one who really runs the show here."

"I beg your pardon?" Lucille asked.

"Well, we all know that women really run this world, we just let the men think they do," Mariah exclaimed, her disarming warm smile on the attack.

Lucille laughed, something Sandra had never seen her do before (minus the fake laugh she did in public when she had to). "If that isn't the truest thing I have ever heard. What brings you here, my dear?"

'One witty statement and Mariah was in closer with Lucille than I have been in years of knowing her' Sandra thought to herself.

Mariah answered, "I needed a new start, and I thought seeing an old friend, moving to a new city and finding religion would be a great way to start anew."

Lucille's eyes went big as she saw another soul she might save. "Well, it is great to have you with us this morning, Mariah. Why don't you come with me and meet my husband?"

"That would be lovely," Mariah said, acting like an idyllic southern belle of innocence.

Sandra watched the two leave before returning to greeting the stragglers. A trillion thoughts began to ping-pong in her head. 'Was Mariah going to make her try to seduce Carissa?' The earlier threat about being careful whom she chose; the idea had Sandra's buzzing cunt dripping with reserved anticipation. 'Was Mariah going to humiliate her at church?' The thought petrified her, as it was the one place other than work and her PTA meetings that she felt welcome. 'Was Mariah going to try and seduce Lucille?' As ridiculous as it sounded, Sandra had long learned no one was off limits for Mariah.

Sandra flashed back to a shocking revelation:

Sandra spent Easter break of her sophomore year at Mariah's mother's house. She had actually anticipated a rather normal time, as Mariah had never given any hints that her mother knew of Mariah's sexual prowess. The thought of normality was gone the moment she walked into Mariah's mother's home.

Mariah's mother was on her knees waiting by the door, naked except for white thigh high stockings and with a collar around her neck with a leash attached.

Sandra let out a gasp at the sight.

Mariah smiled at both her mother's obedience and her slave's shock. Mariah lifted her heel and her mother, without a word, took it off and began sucking on her daughter's stocking-clad toes.

"Hello, Mommy-slut," Mariah greeted her, amused.

"Welcome home, Queen Mariah," the submissive mother greeted, without taking the stocking-clad toes out of her mouth. Only seeing her daughter intermittently since college began almost two years ago, she desperately craved the feelings that utter submission to her daughter brought her.




Like Mommy, Like Daughter Pt. 02



Sandra watched stunned and in awe. 'Queen?' she thought to herself.

Mariah changed feet and the obedient mother replicated the expected service taking the other stocking-clad foot between her lips.

Mariah asked, "Does Mommy need to come?"

"Oh God yes, my queen," the MILF on her knees responded. A text from Mariah a month ago had forbidden her to have an orgasm until her daughter's arrival, which she had obeyed, although with great difficulty.

"You obeyed my order to not come?" Mariah asked, although she knew her mother was her most obedient slave.

"Of course, my queen," the submissive mother answered.

"You are such a good mommy-slut," Mariah purred, like she was complimenting a two-year-old child.

"Thank you, my queen," her mother replied, glancing up to see who was with her daughter. There was always someone with her daughter.

Mariah walked to the living room and called out. "Sluts, crawl to me."

Sandra fell to her knees and was face to face with an older version of her mistress.

The mother looked into Sandra's eyes briefly before wordlessly turning and going to her mistress.

Sandra followed, and soon both were at the feet of their mistress.

Mariah extended her right foot and ordered, "Fuck yourself on my foot, Mommy."

The look on her face told Sandra this was unexpected and new.

The MILF didn't hesitate as she straddled her daughter's foot and began rubbing her wet cunt on it. She closed her eyes, grabbed her daughter's leg, and began bucking back and forth, rubbing her clit and sopping wet pussy on her daughter's stocking-clad foot. The orgasm which had been simmering just below the surface all day with eager anticipation of her daughter's arrival didn't take long to begin to boil and she knew she was going to erupt soon. Unable to come without the permission of her dominant daughter she begged, "My queen may I please come?"

"On your daughter's foot?" Mariah questioned, amused.

"Yes, my queen," the frantic mother answered, rubbing herself furiously on her daughter's foot, like a dog humping someone's leg.

"What will you do in return for such a privilege?" Mariah queried, lovingly watching her mother so close and desperate.

"Anything, my queen," she moaned, although after all she had been made to do, she couldn't fathom what else 'anything' could entail.

"You will pay for me and my pet to travel to Europe this summer?" she asked.

"Of course," the well off MILF agreed, curious if she meant the seemingly reserved girl watching right now or someone else.

"Come now, Mommy," she ordered.

The volcano of lust erupted and instantly on cue the long awaited orgasm quaked through the obedient mother's body.

Sandra watched in awe at the control the mother had and how on cue the dam instantly burst and the orgasm followed simultaneously.

No one was immune to the seductive power of Mariah, and Sandra wondered just how far Mariah would go.

Once the service started, Sandra felt her phone vibrate. She checked it and it was a text message from Mariah. 'I am in the front row, come and join me'.

Sandra prayed Mariah would behave herself as she headed into the sanctuary where everyone would see her in her inappropriate for church heels as she walked to the front.

When Sandra reached the front she saw that Mariah was sitting with Lucille and her chunky eighteen-year-old daughter Elly.

Mariah, seeing her sub, patted the open seat next to her as if Sandra was a puppy.

Sandra quickly slid into the pew past the cold glare of Lucille, the bored glazed over-look of Elly, and finally past the smug smile of her mistress.

The next hour for Sandra was an anxiety-riddled disaster as she kept anticipating being humiliated in front of the whole congregation, yet it never occurred, although the low vibrations from the egg in her cunt kept her edgy throughout the sermon about the risks of reckless ambition.

Once the sermon ended and the last hymn began, Mariah whispered in her pet's ear, "Come right now, slut."

The inevitable order given, Sandra was thankful the hymn was an upbeat one, with two guitars and drums, and that she was standing up. She closed her eyes so all who could see her would think she was deeply into the hymn, but the reality was that she was in deep fantasy. She letting go of the control she had so strongly held in check from the buzzing within her cunt all morning, and let the pleasure do its thing. The orgasm built instantly as it was always just lingering ready to ignite and Sandra focused on keeping her mouth closed when the inevitable big bang hit. The hymn was nearing the end, when she felt the bubble burst and was in such awe by the pleasure the long held back orgasm brought, she couldn't hold in the silence and reacted quickly as she, out of character, screamed, "Halleluiah."

Others followed, seeing Sandra's euphoric outburst as a call to God and the church echoed with praises to God.

Mariah smiled to herself, knowing what had really transpired.

Turning to the tightly wound minister's wife once the hymn ended, Mariah asked, "Can we meet for coffee this week sometime? I would really like to know more about your church."

"Of course, my dear," Lucille replied, giving the wayward soul's hand a squeeze.

Sandra was recovering from her surprisingly intense orgasm and could feel her juices running down her legs, but she didn't want to leave to clean herself up. She wanted to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"What works best for you, Mrs. Light?"

"I insist you call me Lucille and my schedule is quite flexible. So whatever works best for you, my dear."

"How about on Wednesday then?" Mariah asked.

"That will work," Lucille said, pulling a card out of her purse. "Just give the office a call and we can work out the when and where."

"Thank you very much, Lucille," Mariah politely said, taking the card.

Once Lucille and her daughter left, Mariah turned to Sandra and confirmed Sandra's suspicions when she said, "She will be fun to turn."

"You can't be serious?" Sandra asked, even though she knew Mariah was deadly serious.

"I'll have her on her knees worshipping my cunt in a month," Mariah predicted.

"That I would love to see," Sandra said, resentful of Lucille's comments earlier today and bitter at how easily Mariah won her over.

"Maybe I will let you have her daughter as a plaything," Mariah teased before changing subjects completely. "Did you enjoy copping a feel of that sexy redhead?"

"You saw?" Sandra asked.

"Of course," Mariah said, "I was curious how you would accomplish this task. You know she is obviously a domme."

"What?" Sandra questioned the absurd thought.

"I guarantee it. It is in her demeanor," Mariah explained.

"How so?" Sandra asked, curious.

"You doubt me?" Mariah asked.

"No," Sandra replied, assuming that her mistress was right, she usually was. Sandra added, "She invited me to have lunch with her after the service to train me to wear high heels."

"Really?" Mariah said, knowing she was right.

"Yes," Sandra answered, "May I go?"

"You are such an eager little slut," Mariah purred as she surveyed the room, before ordering, "Introduce her to me."

Sandra joked, "I am what you made me."

"Aaaah, there she is," Mariah said, beginning to walk in the direction of the beautiful redhead.

Sandra followed behind her mistress, petrified of the conversation she was about to be a part of.

Carissa was conversing with a friend when she saw Sandra coming her way with some new blonde. She smiled and decided she would have some fun. When Sandra reached her she joked, "Come to cop a second feel?"

Sandra blushed but replied playfully, "Well, not here."

Carissa laughed, "Minister Light was really on a rant today, wasn't he?"

Sandra agreed. "He always is. I would like you to meet an old friend of mine who has just moved here from California, Mariah Heart this is Carissa Teller."

Carissa smiled warmly, "Nice to meet you."

"The feeling is mutual," Mariah returned, ignoring the extended hand and moving in for a hug.

Carissa was surprised, but allowed the warm embrace.

Sandra watched the two in what seemed like a quick harmless embrace, but she knew it was so much more.

Mariah pulled away and said, "So my Sandra says you invited her for lunch."

Carissa noticed the word choice of 'my Sandra' and assumed two things. One, she was right, Sandra was a submissive and two, Mariah was her mistress. Carissa asked, Mariah and not Sandra, "Is she available?"

"Why yes she is," Mariah answered. "Why don't you and I go outside and chat?"

"I would love to," Carissa smiled deviously, giving the quiet Sandra a quick glance.

Sandra watched the two leave, still in awe after hearing their conversation that was all about her as a submissive, as if she wasn't there. She fretted over what the two would be discussing without her and sighed knowing she was helpless to stop it anyway. All the while the vibrations still teasing her cunt were causing her naughty, naughty thoughts. She conversed with other parishioners, just idle chit-chat for a few minutes, before she saw both women return.

Carissa sauntered over to Sandra with a confidence which immediately told Sandra she knew her dirty little secret.

Mariah watched, and then gave Sandra a subtle nod that implied whatever Carissa ordered Sandra was to obey.

Carissa said, not giving away anything yet, "Are you ready for lunch?"

Sandra replied, "Sure, where would you like to go?"

"My place," Carissa answered, giving away any pretense that they were actually going to lunch.

Sandra ,without hesitation, like a good sub, replied, "Okay."

"Excellent," Carissa said, before adding, "This is going to be fun."

Sandra followed Carissa out of church glancing over to Mariah who was chatting away with both the reverend and his wife. Sandra smiled to herself as she wondered if Lucille had any clue of the doorway to sin she had just opened.

14. BORN TO BE SPANKED

Carissa lived within walking distance from the church, but Sandra drove the short way to yet another unpredictable adventure.

This was not the first time Sandra had been given to another for an evening or a weekend. There had been many adventures where Sandra was led into the naughty world of kink and submission.

Sandra flashed back to the first time she was given as a gift in her sophomore year:

Sandra came home from school on a Friday exhausted after taking two midterms. Her brain was fried and she desperately needed some sleep. She crawled into bed for a nap a little after three and had a rejuvenating sleep until being awakened by Mariah.

"Wake up, slut," Mariah instructed.

Sandra groggily opened her eyes and was surprised to see it was 8:13. She yawned and said, "Wow, I really slept."

"Good," Mariah said, before hinting of something naughty, "because I doubt you will get much more sleep tonight."

Sandra asked, "What are your plans for tonight, Mistress?"

"We have separate plans. I have a date tonight and so do you," Mariah informed.

"I do?" Sandra asked, still waking up.

"Well date may be a misconstrued term. I have leant you to a friend of mine for the night," Mariah nonchalantly said, as if she had leant a t-shirt to someone.

"You what?" Sandra said, bolting upright.

"Is there a problem?" Mariah asked in a tone that implied there better not be.

"No," Sandra held in a sigh, "it's just I am really tired after my midterms."

"So is Shelia," Mariah said, and she still has all the grading to do.

"Who is Shelia?" Sandra asked, cautiously.

"Professor Moore," Mariah replied nonchalantly.

"She knows about us?" Sandra asked, mortified. Mrs. Moore was her Shakespeare professor who was on a one-year exchange from London. Sandra adored her as a professor.

"She knows I am a domme and she knows I am sending over a submissive to be her plaything for a night," Mariah said.

"She doesn't know it is me?" Sandra asked, her head spinning, desperate to find a way out of this.

"She will in forty minutes. You are to be at the address I left on the table at precisely nine," Mariah said.

"Please not our Professor," Sandra tried to ask Mariah to be more rational.

"Tonight she is your mistress," Mariah casually countered. "Now get ready."

Sandra obeyed; knowing the tone of Mariah's last three words meant the conversation was done. Once dressed, Sandra grabbed the card, looked back to Mariah hoping for a last moment reprieve that wasn't forthcoming. Sandra drove to the address and once she arrived to the typical suburban bungalow, she paused. Every other time she had been ordered to do something, Mariah was there with her, but this was new, uncharted territory.

Sandra looked at the time, sighed, and dressed in a black and white checkered skirt, beige thigh highs, a white blouse, and a black jacket; she obeyed the most ridiculous of orders from her mistress so far and walked to the front door. After a brief hesitation...'What if I didn't obey the order?' the thought not taken seriously, she knocked on the door.

A moment later the door opened and Sandra stared at the shocked face of her professor. "Sandra?" she said, her accent so sexy that Sandra began to look forward to what was likely to come.

"Yes, Professor Moore, Mariah sent me over," she explained, clearing up any doubt.

"I can't believe it's you," the brunette Brit said.

Sandra suddenly felt the urge to prove herself, to relax the professor who clearly was taken aback by it being her. "Professor Moore, may I come in?"

"Of course," the professor said absently, still coming to grips with the reality of who the submissive plaything was that Mariah had sent her.

As soon as the door was closed, Sandra fell to her knees and felt a light gush come out of her cunt as she shifted from nervous to determined in just a few seconds. Looking up at the flabbergasted older woman, she offered, "I am here to serve you Mistress Moore."

"Oh my," the Professor said, overwhelmed by the reality of the offer, she took on a horny grin.

Sandra, going on the aggressive for the first time ever said, "Professor, I have fancied you for a long time. It will be my pleasure to serve you tonight."

The professor looked down at the pretty co-ed, who looked completely adorable on her knees, her sweet eyes looking up at her eagerly. "Please call me Shelia, Sandra."

"Yes, Mistress Sheila," Sandra agreed.

Sheila pulled Sandra up from her knees and said, "I wasn't expecting you."

"Who were you expecting?" Sandra asked, suddenly feeling crestfallen that she wasn't good enough for her Professor.

"Honestly?" the older woman asked, showing her own insecurity.

"Yes,"

"Some dumb blonde bimbo," Professor Moore answered, "not someone as sweet as you."

"Someone like me?" Sandra asked, feeling wounded by the disappointment her professor seemingly felt.

The professor quickly tried to reword her words as she could tell she had wounded Sandra. "I meant that I didn't expect someone as intelligent and sweet. Trust me, this is a pleasant surprise."

Sandra felt all warm and gooey inside at hearing her professor's words. Nothing made her happier than being needed. "Thank you, Mistress Sheila." Sandra took the initiative, sensing Shelia's caution; she stood up, and leaned in to kiss her Shakespeare Literature Professor.

The professor was surprised briefly but opened her mouth for the tender kiss. The professor had not been intimate in quite a while, and the human contact warmed her completely. She opened her mouth and used her tongue to explore her student's mouth. The kiss lasted minutes as neither wanted it to end and neither knew exactly what to do next.

Finally, it was Sandra that broke the kiss and asked, "Can we go somewhere more comfortable?"

"Of course," the bewildered and horny British woman responded, taking her student's hand and leading her up the stairs and to her bedroom. "Is this better?" she flirted, suddenly comfortable with having a girl in her house.

"Much better," Sandra flirted back, with a smile that dripped with hunger.

Once on the bed, Sheila's curiosity got the better of her. "I have got to ask. How did you end up like this?"

Sandra, feeling comfortable and relaxed with her professor, joked, "How did I become a submissive lesbian to my roommate?"

"Well, yes I guess that is what I am asking actually. It doesn't seem in your character," the Professor assessed, even as her hand moved to Sandra's stocking-clad leg.

Sandra told the entire story and Shelia listened captivated by each word. Sandra then asked, "How did I end up here tonight?"

"You mean how did your British Shakespeare teacher end up requesting a submissive plaything for the evening?"

"Yes, exactly what I was asking," Sandra joked, her hand going on Shelia's leg.

"Strange story, actually," The older woman mused. "Although I guess somewhat similar to how Mariah started with you. Mariah came into my office after class a few days ago and bluntly asked if I was a dyke. I said I wasn't even though I am, but she continued questioning me until I admitted it and then she just left. The next day I requested to see her after class as I barely slept after our bizarre conversation. She promised to keep my secret and said as a gift she would send over one of her submissives for the evening on Friday. I originally said no, but she insisted saying I was her favourite prof and she had the perfect little slut for me. I tried to say no, but she insisted and here we are."

"She didn't try making you her sub?" Sandra asked?

"No," Sheila said.

"Odd," Sandra mused, before adding, "but that is enough about her." Sandra leaned in and kissed her again. Breaking the kiss, she smiled with a devilish grin. "If you think my essays are good, wait until you see what I can do with my tongue and fingers."

For the next three hours, the professor and the student had mind-numbing, perspiration dripping sex. It was passionate, it was raw, and yet it was tender.

Sandra's face paled when she realized Carissa lived in a dorm. That meant she had a roommate. Sandra pulled into the parking spot and followed Carissa into the building. Only a couple of girls were around as Carissa led Sandra up a flight of stairs and into her room.

Once the door was closed, Carissa turned around and asked bluntly. "How long have you wanted to eat my cunt?"

Sandra's face went from white to red as she stammered, "N-n-not long."




Like Mommy, Like Daughter Pt. 02



"Bullshit," Carissa called, explaining, "I knew you were a submissive dyke the first time we met."

"How?" Sandra asked, curious to know how this woman had a clue of her hidden desires.

"I could see it in your repressed eyes, your fake smile and the longing in your face," the young redhead answered. "You had cunt-hungry whore written all over your face."

"Really?" Sandra asked, wondering who else could see past her well-created exterior.

"Really, really," Carissa said, her hand cupping Sandra's small breasts. "You never really got big girl tits did you?"

Sandra's shame built at having her biggest body flaw criticized. "No," she whispered.

"On all fours, Sandra," the redhead beauty ordered.

Sandra didn't hesitate as she fell to her knees.

"Good girl," Carissa said, "you have been very well trained. Now follow me."

Sandra's ruby cheeks burned with humiliation and excitement as the mixture of the two bounced around inside her...her head fighting with her body. Sandra followed the still in heels Carissa to her room, praying no roommate was home.

Carissa sat on her couch and ordered, "Come to me, Sandra."

Sandra obeyed, crawling to the young woman's feet.

"So, all this time I have had my eye on you as a potential plaything and all this time you have been trying to hide that you are a willing little submissive," Carissa assessed. "I think you need to be punished."

Sandra's eyes went big as punishment from Mariah encompassed the whole spectrum of kink.

"Stand up and get out of that skirt," Carissa ordered.

Sandra stood up, her hands quivering slightly having not submitted to someone new in years, particularly someone she vaguely knew. She unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall to the ground.

Carissa stared at the MILF for a moment as if assessing her property.

Sandra shivered as the cool breeze from the air conditioning chilled her.

"Climb onto my lap," Carissa ordered, patting her lap as if Sandra were a puppy.

Although an odd request, Sandra awkwardly climbed onto the couch and began to sit on Carissa's lap.

"No, you silly slut," Carissa corrected, "lay that ass of yours up for me. You need a good spanking."

Sandra's eyes went big. This was new. All the years of submission to Mariah and a variety of others and she had never been spanked, other than the playful kind during intimacy. Regardless, she repositioned herself awkwardly to lie across Carissa's lap, her ass facing up to the college student's face.

Sandra felt her ass being softly caressed which had her pussy, which still had the vibrating egg buzzing inside her, burning with desire.

"You have a nice ass for an older woman," Carissa complimented.

"Thank you, Miss," Sandra replied softly, the gentle massage of her ass making her feel relaxed.

Carissa began squeezing Sandra's white as snow ass cheeks as she spoke. "I can't believe all these months there was an eager cunt pleaser just wasting away. Did you ever fantasize about submitting to me?"

Sandra had on rare occasion had fleeting moments of weakness where on more than one occasion Carissa had starred in her late night self-pleasure sessions. "Yes, a few times," Sandra admitted.

"What did you fantasize about?" Carissa questioned, her finger sliding between the submissive's ass cheeks.

"Pleasing you," Sandra admitted.

"How?" Carissa pushed.

"Ultimate submission to you," she admitted.

"Ultimate," Carissa said, "I like that. Let's see if it is true."

Before Sandra could ponder what she meant she felt the burn as Carissa's hand slapped her bare ass. The slap echoed as her right cheek was hit. A second slap hit her left ass cheek and a similar searing pain coursed through her. Tears formed instantly as Carissa continued the assault on Sandra's ass.

"I told Mariah of my plans for you today and she agreed you could use a good spanking for not offering yourself to me earlier and for your betrayal of Mariah, although she never got into the details," Carissa explained between slaps.

Sandra gritted her teeth never feeling more helpless than she did at this moment of humiliation.

Carissa suggested. "Even though your ass is on fire right now and tears are probably already streaming down your face, I can tell that cunt of yours is soaked."

Sandra thought the idea absurd at first, this humiliation was not remotely turning her on, yet she could feel her juices leaking out of her, contrary to logic.

Carissa asked, after the sixth sharp slap to the Sandra's backside, "Are you going to be a good girl?"

Sandra, through sobs, instantly promised, "Yes, Miss Carissa, I'll will be a good girl."

"And you are sorry for not offering your services to me earlier?" Carissa asked as her hand made firm contact on the older woman's ass for a seventh time.

"So sorry," Sandra agreed and she was, both for the missed opportunity to taste the young redhead and the burning pain she was currently experiencing.

An eighth and final slap made contact just as Sandra finished speaking. Carissa assessed the sub's red ass and smiled at the power of having a grown woman over her knee. Her own cunt begged for attention and she ordered, "Back on all fours, slut."

Sandra slowly moved off the young woman's knees, each movement causing more discomfort until she had returned to her submissive position on the floor.

Carissa stood up, undressed quickly, until she was completely naked from the waist down. She returned to the couch and opened her firm legs. "Hungry?" she asked.

As much as Sandra wished she could deny it, as soon as she saw the open legs of the redhead, a natural redhead she just learned, her mouth literally drooled. She answered, "Famished."

"Beg baby," the redhead ordered, her fingers gently playing with herself.

Ignoring her still burning ass, Sandra didn't hesitate and begged. "Oh please, let me lick your cunt, Miss Carissa. Use my face for your pleasure."

"Not bad," Carissa moaned softly from her own self-pleasure. "Do you like my bush?"

Sandra had never seen so much hair on a cunt. But it was obvious the hair did a great job of holding in the sweet scent of the redhead's cunt as Sandra could smell the powerful scent even a foot away. "I have never seen such a beautiful red bush before," Sandra admitted, moving closer on her own accord.

"I know. Most women today shave their cunts like a newborn, but I believe in the natural look," Carissa explained.

Sandra's mouth was watering and she asked, "May I please lick your cunt, Miss Carissa?"

"Go ahead, slut, lick away," Carissa offered, amused by the eagerness of the MILF.

Sandra crawled into perfect position, the movement again reminding her of the earlier ass spanking. She leaned forward and took a long sniff in the red patch of hair. It was one of the most intoxicating scents she had ever smelt. A mixture so erotically charged she wanted to bottle it and sell it. Extending her tongue, she slowly licked up and down, creating a path to the young girl's oasis of sin.

Carissa moaned, "That's it Sandra, just think how many Sundays you could have been tasting heaven?"

Sandra did feel like she was in heaven as the distinct aroma and the redhead's sweet taste had her eager to lick forever. Sandra deciding to take her time not knowing if she would ever get this privilege again continued a slow tease of Carissa's pussy lips, purposely avoiding the young girl's clit.

Carissa leaned back and enjoyed the fruition of a plan that had been long in the making, but short in execution. Learning that Sandra was a submissive to Mariah was intriguing, and although she wanted Sandra to herself to train as she wanted and to eventually add her hot daughter Kelly as well, she had accepted that she would have to share the MILF...for now.

Fifteen minutes became twenty before Sandra finally moved up to the beautiful young woman's clit. She took the hard clit in her mouth and Carissa let out an uncontrollable scream. The quick shift from leisurely to intense pleasure surprised her. Carissa moaned, "That's it, Sandra, get me off."

Mariah, using the GPS to follow the tracker she had put in Sandra's phone, arrived at Carissa's and snuck in the unlocked door. Quietly, she pulled out her iPhone and taped the action of the future lawyer to be and her submissive.

Sandra, listening closely to the young girl's increased moans, knew that the orgasm was close and went in for the kill. She slid two fingers inside Carissa's wet cunt and searched for her g-spot.

Carissa screamed again, getting animated as the orgasm built, "Fuck, yes, slut, make me come. Finger fuck my cunt."

Sandra instead found the redhead's g-spot and tapped on it.

"Fuuuuuck," Carissa screamed, as her orgasm built quickly to a feverous pitch. "Don't stop, I'm comiiiing."

Sandra smiled to herself as she felt the young girl's legs tighten around her, pulling her in deeper. Sandra continued pleasuring her clit and tapping her g-spot throughout the redhead's orgasm.

Carissa had never come so hard and was still feeling wave after wave after wave of pleasure when she was startled by the voice of Mariah.

"Was my sub good for you?" Mariah asked smugly, still videotaping, but with the smuggest smile on her face.

Carissa glared at the blonde. "What are you doing here?"

"Getting the evidence I need to make sure you understand your place," Mariah announced.

"What?" Carissa asked, shocked at what was occurring.

"Well, just in case you had any grand illusions of trying to take my pet from me, I had to make sure you understand who is in charge," Mariah explained, her smile never leaving her face.

Sandra instantly flashed back to when Professor Moore had tried to help her break free of Mariah:

Sandra and the professor had met for a few secret rendezvous for a couple of months before Mariah put a stop to it.

Sandra came home after school one day and was shocked to see Professor Moore being fucked by three college guys while Mariah videotaped the whole thing.

Mariah greeted the shocked sub. "Welcome home slut, crawl to me and watch the punishment of your girlfriend."

Sandra fell to her knees out of fear and crawled to her possessive mistress.

As the professor bobbed up and down on a cock, two others fucked her pussy and ass.

Mariah asked, "Sandra, were you really considering leaving me?"

Sandra stammered, "N-n-no."

"Then why were you frolicking with Professor Whore?" Mariah asked, her tone hinting at how hurt she felt by the betrayal of her sub.

Sandra had no answer other than the sex with the professor was between equals and so different from the domme-sub relationship between Mariah and her. Finally she lied, "I thought you had given me to her as a gift for the semester, Mistress."

Mariah considered this before saying, her tone vengeful, "Well, betrayal will never be tolerated and Professor Whore must learn her lesson."

Sandra wanted to defend the professor but knew that nothing she could say or do would help so she silently watched the gangbang of her professor.

The next day, Professor Moore resigned after being blackmailed by Mariah that the videotape would be sent to the Dean if she dared question Mariah.

Carissa attempting to be strong said, "I will charge you with breaking and entering."

Mariah paused and typed on her phone emailing the incriminating evidence to her e-mail account. Making eye contact with the redhead, Mariah explained, "The door was unlocked first of all and I am not stealing anything, and plus the video of you and my sub would probably get a lot of hits on some porn website don't you think?"

Carissa glared at her blackmailer, but realized she was screwed. She couldn't have this video released. It would ruin her career before it started. "What do you want?" her tone sharp as knives.

"I have never had a redheaded sub," Mariah mused.

"Excuse me," Carissa said, unable to believe what this blonde expected.

"I think it is pretty clear. You can play with my slut here on occasion, but you will serve me when I want you," Mariah explained.

"But..." Carissa started.

"Shhh, slut," Mariah cut the redhead off, "Never interrupt your mistress."

Carissa was furious and stood up and demanded, "Leave now."

Mariah shrugged, "As you wish. I will e-mail you the web address to watch the video when it is released."

Sandra's mouth dropped open, realizing she was in the video as well. She warned Carissa, "Mistress does not bluff."

Carissa looked down at Sandra whose eyes were pleading her to compromise.

"Let's go, Sandra," Mariah ordered. Sandra stood up giving one last look of warning to Carissa.

Carissa said, "Wait."

Mariah stopped and turned around dramatically, her tone sing-song, "Yes?"

"What must I do to get the video back?" Carissa asked with a grimace.

"Get on your knees," Mariah ordered, her tone implying her patience was already waning.

Sandra watched as the redhead reluctantly lowered herself to her knees.

Carissa's glare didn't fade as she obeyed the order, trying to buy herself time as she considered a way out of this disaster.

"See that wasn't so hard was it," Mariah said, smugly.

Carissa's glare continued, but she remained silent.

"Crawl to me," Mariah ordered.

Carissa hesitated briefly before moving slowly towards the older Domme.

Once Carissa arrived at Mariah's feet, Mariah slipped out of her left heel and ordered, "Lick my foot, my sub."

Carissa cringed at the order and looked up and said, "Please, let's make a deal."

Mariah smiled at the once confident redhead, "It is important you know your place, my dear. Now lick my foot."

Carissa was burning with rage, but she leaned forward and licked the top of the older domme's foot.

Mariah smiled at her victory. They came so easily. "You understand I could make you do so many humiliating things?"

"Yes," Carissa agreed.

"Good," Mariah said, sliding her foot back into her heel. "As long as we understand each other," Mariah finished. "Let's go, Sandra."

Carissa remained on her knees bewildered by all that had transpired as the two older women left her room. Not until her door was closed, did she get up from her knees and notice her cunt was leaking like crazy.

15. GREAT VIBRATIONS

Kelly was a mess. Since feeling the pleasure of the first small sex toy she had become addicted to it. She had pleasured herself two or three times since that first earth shattering orgasm and even at school, she couldn't stop thinking about pleasuring herself when she got home. She hemmed and hawed over whether to bring the toy to her track meet, but decided she must. Thankfully, it fit perfectly in her purse.

On the four-hour bus ride, Kelly slipped into the bus bathroom where she quickly got herself off. By the time they reached the hotel she was craving another orgasm and slipped away to a hotel bathroom to do the quick deed. Once she had recovered from her orgasm, she shook her head at her weakness and was determined not to use her toy again.

A couple of hours later, Kelly tossed and turned unable to fall asleep. Figuring an orgasm may help her fall to sleep; she quietly found her little toy and crawled back into bed. She didn't turn it on because the other three girls might hear it, but she fucked herself quietly. Being quiet slowed down the build up, but eventually a small orgasm was achieved and she immediately crashed the toy still inside her.

Next morning, she was mortified when she realized she had fallen asleep without hiding her toy. Luckily she was the first one awake and no one knew of her indiscretion. A quick shower and another quick orgasm with her toy and she headed for the track meet where she had the best day of her athletic life, winning both her solo events and leading her relay team to a second place finish, thus qualifying for tomorrow's finals in all three events. If she won in any of her events tomorrow, she would be going to states in two weeks.

That evening the girls played Just Dance, hit the pool and gossiped as girls are bound to do when together for long periods of time.

Eventually they ended up in a game of truth or dare between the four senior girls. The first two rounds were harmless questions and dares until finally Becka asked the first sexual question, opening up the door for the naughtiness that would follow. "Judy, have you and Bobby had sex yet?"

"Oh my God, Becka, is that really the question?"

Becka smiled, "Why yes it is, enquiring minds want to know."

The other girls laughed and Judy sighed. "Fine, no we have not."

"Have you blown him?" Becka dug deeper.

"I only have to answer one question, per dare," Judy shot back.

"I'll take that as a yes," Becka countered.

"I didn't say that," Judy protested, a cute, skinny brunette, who was an animal lover like no other.

"But your red cheeks and denial of answering the question says you have," Becka concluded, confident she was right. Becka was the leader of the group and a redheaded beauty with a stubbornness unequalled by anyone. Her green eyes were piercing and the boys all drooled over her.

"So what if I did?" Judy asked.

"Nothing," Becka shrugged, "you have been dating almost two months so if you're not putting out you must be bobbing."

Judy gasped at the frank assessment even if it was true. She turned to Annie, trying to get the attention off of her. "Truth or dare?"

Annie joked, "After that last question, I am pretty sure I will go with dare," the very shy and usually reserved Asian answered.

Judy pondered the dare when Becka interrupted and dared, "I dare you to give head to that coke bottle."

"What?" the black haired beauty gasped shocked by the ludicrous dare.

"You heard me. We already know Judy is a cocksucker, let's see if innocent Annie can entertain us."

Although Annie was shy around guys, she had a very determined never back down attitude. Grabbing the bottle, she looked at it and put it in her mouth and bobbed back and forth twice quickly.

Becka called foul, "You can do better than that."

Annie, always up for a challenge, decided fuck it and put on a good show. She swirled her tongue around the top of the coke bottle, teasing it as if it was the mushroom head of a cock.

Kelly watched, surprised by the turn of events, but watching the semi-sexual act, she began thinking about her toy.

Annie sucked on the bottle for a minute more before tossing it to Becka and saying, "I bet I know what you would do with that if you were alone."

Becka countered, "Is that a dare?"

Annie shrugged, "If you want it to be."

Bottle in hand, Becka tossed it to Kelly. "What would you do with this if you were alone, Kelly?"

Kelly, put on the spot, and after the past few days of sex talk with Taylor increasing Kelly's sexual repertoire of stories, even if none of them were hers, shocked all three of her more experienced teammates. "I'd fuck myself silly with it."

Judy spit her coke out of her mouth when she heard the usually reserved Kelly answer so frankly.

"I have never heard you even swear before," Annie said, also shocked by Kelly's answer.

"Well go ahead," Becka suggested, adding with a devious smile, "I dare you."

Kelly was mortified. One out of character moment and suddenly she was in a predicament. "I was kidding," she said, desperate to get out of this, her pussy unfortunately undeniably wet.

"I double dare you," Becka countered, upping the ante.

Kelly's eyes went big, knowing that you were never supposed to back down from a double dare.

Thankfully, Annie saved Kelly, "I call foul. It was my turn to ask the question."




Like Mommy, Like Daughter Pt. 02



Becka sighed before saying over dramatically, "Oh you spoilsport. Kelly was just about to fuck herself in front of us."

"I was not!" Kelly protested, although she wasn't sure what she would have done if pressured. She was not one for confrontation.

"Sure, sure," Becka teased, "you were already undressing that bottle with your eyes."

Everyone laughed, the sexually filled moment now past.

The girls went back to gossiping and Kelly tried to ignore the thought of fucking herself with that bottle, which was substantially bigger than her toy. No matter how much she tried to ignore it, the temptation kept returning. Eventually, she excused herself to the bathroom to get ready for bed and snuck a bottle with her. Once in the bathroom, she quickly pulled down her pajama bottoms and undies and sat on the closed toilet seat. Grabbing the bottle, she rubbed it up and down her already very wet pussy lips and after a moment of lubricating her new fucktoy, she slipped it easily inside her inferno of lust.

Kelly's wet pussy easily handled the wider girth and length of the bottle. She began furiously pumping her pussy with the glass bottle. Already horny before she started fucking herself, plus the much bigger toy in her pussy, it didn't take more than a couple of minutes for Kelly to feel her orgasm rising fast. Using her free hand, she began frantically rubbing her clit. The double pleasure was the final push needed to bring the much needed feeling of euphoria Kelly was quickly becoming addicted to. Although she tried to keep her mouth shut, her orgasm hit her so hard a scream escaped her lips, loud enough for others to hear in the next room.

Judy a second later, the bottle still deep in Sandra's cunt, asked, "You okay, Kelly?"

Kelly was barely able to answer, "Yes, fine," while the orgasm cascaded through her.

"You sure?" Judy asked, concerned.

"Yes," Kelly answered, pulling the bottle out of her still coming cunt. "Just stubbed my toe," she lied, as her voice cracked.

"Okay," Judy said.

Kelly leaned back on the toilet seat, stretched her legs, closed her eyes and allowed the remainder of her orgasm to course through her. A minute later, she washed up, dried the bottle, brushed her teeth, and returned to the room.

Becka saw the bottle in Sandra's hand and joked, "So you completed the dare, Sandra?"

Kelly deciding the best way to not look obvious that she had indeed completed the dare answered, "Fuck yeah, and he was a great lover."

"You slut," Becka laughed.

"That is the pot calling the kettle black," Kelly quipped back, trying to shift the attention off of herself.

"Well, at least I fuck actual cocks," Becka countered.

"Any cock," Judy added, jumping into the conversation.

"Just the big ones," Becka retorted, using her hands to gesture nine inches.

The girls all broke out laughing and Kelly thankfully slipped into bed sexually fulfilled.

The next morning, while in the shower, Kelly used the shower head to get herself off one last time before her big final day...where she won both of her solo events: in the 100 meter and high jump, but the group finished third by a tenth of a second in the relay and didn't advance. The only other girl going to state was Becka in long jump. Three boys advanced also as did the boy's 400 meter relay team.

On the bus ride home, the girls celebrated their victories as they finished second in the region in overall points, the school's highest totals ever. Oddly, even though Kelly was thrilled with her success and the chance at actually winning a state championship, she couldn't think straight as her pussy begged for attention.

Two more hours until they would be home and Kelly couldn't hold back any longer. She went to the tiny bus washroom and pleasured herself with her tiny bullet. Unfortunately, after the full feeling the bottle gave her last night, as well as the amazing pressure of the showerhead, the toy wasn't doing more than teasing her relentlessly. By this time, Kelly was so horny she couldn't think straight. She looked around the tiny washroom for something bigger but there was nothing. Suddenly a ridiculous idea popped into her head. Pilfering through her purse, she grabbed her new galaxy three phone, and looked at it closely.

Using the bullet on her clit, she took her phone and rubbed the edge of it up and down her pussy lips. Her desperation to come overriding logic, she slowly began inserting her phone in her pussy. Once the phone was half in, widening her lips slightly, she began to fuck herself with her phone. The buzzing on her clit and the phone inside her had the orgasm building when suddenly the phone inside her started buzzing. Her phone was ringing inside her pussy. Kelly let out a moan as the vibrations from the phone brought intense pleasure and instead of answering it she allowed it to ring and ring and ring until the inevitable orgasm occurred. Cum leaked out of her as the phone brought her to orgasm and then stopped buzzing. As the orgasm ran its course, Sandra pulled her phone out of her pussy and grabbed some toilet paper to clean it.

Standing up, Kelly looked in the mirror and stared at herself. "What was becoming of her?"

Checking her phone, which still worked and didn't look any worse for the wear, she noticed the missed call was from her mom. She shook her head at the bizarreness of it all and laughed hard. Her mom had just made her come.

16. Raise a Little Sub

Mariah, being generous, allowed Sandra to work the rest of Sunday as she prepared for her trip to Toronto.

It wasn't until bedtime that Mariah entered Sandra's office and said, "Well, today was fun."

Sandra blushed remembering the day's earlier ordeal, her pussy instantly tingling. It was crazy, Sandra had been so focused on work she hadn't thought of anything else but the task at hand, but one sentence from Mariah and she was back to that submissive college girl. "It was interesting."

"Remember when we went to Caroline's wedding?" Mariah asked.

Sandra went even redder as she remembered the humiliation and her first rejection.

Sandra flashed back to a Sunday at church:

Just before their last year of college started, at a wedding service of a friend of theirs, who Sandra was made to lick to orgasm before the service was shocked by Mariah's order.

"Go to the Reverend's office and offer to suck his cock," Mariah ordered.

Sandra was used Mariah's wicked tasks, but these instructions shocked her. "P-p-pardon."

"He kept checking us out during the service," Mariah explained.

"Probably because we are dressed for a night club and not a wedding service," Sandra pointed out; both of them dressed in black leather skirts, nylons and five inch heels.

"Well either way, go see if you can tempt him," Mariah ordered.

"Please," Sandra pleaded even though she knew such begging never worked.

"Now, slut," Mariah ordered, as she pointed over to the door. "Look he just went in his office."

"I can't believe you are making me do this," Sandra sighed, accepting the task, no matter how ludicrous, as she always did. Shamefully, her cunt was dripping wet with the thought of the naughty task at hand.

Reaching the open door, she knocked and asked, "May I speak with you in private?"

"Sure," he smiled warmly, not showing any sign of distraction by her slutty attire.

Sandra came in and closed the door, "That was a very nice service."

"Thank you, they are a lovely couple," he said.

"Yes, yes they are," Sandra agreed, not sure how to say what she was supposed to ask.

"So, what can I do for you, young lady?" He asked.

Sandra's face was burning red, feeling the fiery flames of hell, "I want to thank you personally for such a lovely service."

"You do?" He asked, confused.

Suddenly feeling confident after he glanced at her legs, Sandra moved towards him and said, "Yes, I do."

Reaching him at his desk, Sandra took a risk, lowering herself beside him.

"W-w-what are you doing?" He stammered.

"Thanking you personally by worshipping your member," Sandra said, moving her hand to the Reverend's crotch.

"Young lady," he said, sternly pushing her hand away and standing up.

"Sir, I want to worship your cock with my mouth," Sandra continued, suddenly determined to complete her task.

"What? Get out of here this minute," he ordered angrily, yanking the sinful girl off her knees.

"Your loss," Sandra shrugged, looking him in the eyes, trying to shock him. "The bride thought I was great before the service."

"You are a blasphemy of a woman," he said, "Now leave this second."

"Yes, that didn't go too well," Sandra recalled.

"Lucille will be fun to turn," Mariah said.

"She is a complete bitch," Sandra said, remembering not only her earlier treatment at the hands of Lucille today, but throughout her time at the church.

"She sees through your charade," Mariah said, matter of factly.

"There was no charade when I was going to church, I had become a completely different person," Sandra pointed out.

"You can't change who you are, the same way you can't change your past. You are submissive, always will be submissive even though you were in denial all these years," Mariah said, psychoanalyzing Sandra like she did so often.

Being honest, Sandra shrugged, "Maybe you are right, but I was quite content these past eighteen years."

"Living a lie," Mariah smiled. "Were you honestly happy? I mean truly happy like you were under me."

"I thought so," Sandra said, believing the past eighteen years and her hard resolve to break free from the powerful psychological pull of Mariah.

"Yet, you returned to your rightful position underneath me so easily," Mariah smiled.

Sandra sighed, "I thought I could resist you if this moment ever did occur again."

"But," Mariah questioned even though she knew the answer.

"But apparently I can't," Sandra admitted, as Mariah opened her legs to offer her pet a snack.

"But Kelly is still awake," Sandra protested even as her mouth watered instinctively.

"It's only a matter of time before she knows the truth, my slut," Mariah pointed out.

Although futile, Sandra requested, "Can't we wait until she graduates to let her know of our past?"

"We could, but we won't," Mariah smiled. "So starting tomorrow you will refer to me as Mommy again"

A chill went up Sandra's back at this renewed expectation, as she flashbacked to when she learned that Mariah's mom was also submissive to Mariah:

"So starting now, when we are alone I will be referred to as Mommy," Mariah said once they arrived back in their dorm following a crazy weekend with Mariah's submissive mother.

"P-p-pardon?" Sandra asked, not actually sure she had heard her mistress correctly.

"Since you need guidance and someone to make all your decisions for you...like a child...you will now refer to me when we are alone or in this room as Mistress Mommy," Mariah explained.

Sandra was confused, watching the incest act between Mariah and her mother had created new sexual feelings towards her own mother and this was now doubly compounded by the idea of calling Mariah 'Mommy'. Sandra had learned to always obey no matter how bizarre the order and when she didn't she was punished harshly and thus whispered, "Understood, Mistress Mommy."

"Good girl," Mariah purred, as she patted Sandra's head.

"Thank you, Mistress Mommy," Sandra replied, a rush of excitement at the rare approval of her Mistress.

Mariah sat down at the table and said, "Come here little girl and get your treat."

Sandra quickly obeyed, getting between Mariah's legs, a chill up her spine at being called 'Little girl'.

"Go ahead my child, get your treat," Mariah purred.

Sandra leaned forward and began licking.

After a few minutes, Mariah got verbal. "That's it my precious little girl, you love Mommy's special treat, don't you?"

"Yes, Mommy," Sandra agreed, licking hungrily, her own cunt begging for attention at the strange yet erotic treatment.

"Do you want a bigger treat from Mommy," Mariah asked.

"Oh yes, Mommy," Sandra said, praying that meant getting fucked by one of her Mistress's big strap-on cocks.

After a moment, Mariah's moans increased and as her orgasm hit, she screamed, "Here is your treat you good girl."

Cum flooded out of Mariah and Sandra eagerly licked up the treat.

"You got all Mommy's treat, didn't you?" Mariah smiled, looking down at her submissive slut.

"Yes, Mommy and it was super yummy," Sandra said, talking like she was a child.

"You are such a good girl, a very, very good, girl," Mariah said.

"So you will return to calling me Mommy," Mariah instructed, repeating her next expectation to her submissive.

A chill again went up Sandra's spine just as it had all those years ago when she first was ordered to do it. "Yes, Mommy," Sandra agreed, the strange word coming so naturally out of her mouth.

"You will also refer to me as Mommy in front of your daughter as well," Mariah informed her obedient slut, the plan to add Kelly to the submission mix just getting under way.

"Please, no," Sandra gasped, knowing there would be no good explanation for referring to Mariah as 'Mommy'. Everything else so far could be explained as a friend of her past, but this would be impossible to justify.

"I wasn't asking for your approval," Mariah said sharply.

"Sorry, Mommy Mistress," Sandra quickly apologized; knowing that tone was one that meant this conversation was done. "But, how will I explain this to Kelly?"

"I don't know, something about a game we had in the past," Mariah shrugged.

Sandra sighed, "This is getting out of hand."

Mariah smiled, playing on her pet's words, "It was always out of your hands."

Sandra couldn't help but laugh realizing how true that was. She had tried resistance for years back in college and had tried resisting since Mariah's surprise arrival, yet the reality was she always felt like there was a higher power guiding her to obey. "It feels that way."

"Now come and get your treat my little girl," Mariah ordered.

Sandra, her cunt already leaking at the incest role playing, moved between Mariah's legs and said, "Yes, Mistress Mommy."

.....

Next morning, Sandra got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Kelly came down already dressed, she too was a morning person, and said, "Good morning, Mom." Kelly kissed her mother on the cheek like she always did.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Sandra greeted, noticing that her daughter was in jeans and yet had pantyhose on. "Pantyhose under your jeans?" she asked.

"Aunt Mariah said they would make me feel more like a woman," Kelly explained.

"That it does," Sandra agreed, a tingle twitching down below, remembering hearing those same words so many years ago. Sandra knew Mariah's end plan, to get Kelly as her sub also. But until this moment her own daughter hadn't excited her sexually; not that Kelly wasn't attractive, she was. Incest had just never occurred to her. Yet, Sandra's face flushed at the thought of her daughter on her knees beside her serving their mistress.

"You okay, Mom?" Kelly asked.

"What? Yes, just not getting much sleep lately," Sandra covered, which wasn't a lie between her upcoming presentation in Toronto and the knowledge that Kelly would be left alone with two hungry sexual predators with no one to protect her. Sandra knew she was helpless to stop them, but also knew she had to protect her daughter...the conflicting thoughts were psychologically wearing her down.

"Well, you better get some before your big meeting," Kelly said.

"Agreed," Sandra said.

Sandra was about to give Kelly a warning about Taylor and Mariah, when Mariah's sing-song voice echoed, "Good morning, my girls."

"Hi, Aunt Mariah," Kelly greeted, going over and giving her faux aunt the same greeting she had given her mother.

Sandra watched knowing her influence over her daughter was already slipping and soon everything she worked so hard to do in order to protect her daughter would be a distant memory. A rush of jealousy of Mariah taking her daughter from her finally hit her. How had she been so weak? So selfish? She couldn't let her daughter succumb to the charms of Mariah. She couldn't allow her daughter to end up a submissive plaything for years like she had been.

Once the hug was over, Mariah gave a look to her submissive.

Sandra considered standing up right here, right then, but knew a full scale confrontation in front of her daughter was not the right place or time. Acting casual, Sandra greeted, "Hi, Mommy."

Kelly turned to her mother not sure she heard it correctly.

Mariah replied, her eyes always on Kelly, "And how are you this morning?"

"Good," Kelly answered.

"I see you are wearing nylons again like I suggested, good girl," Mariah smiled, beginning the conditioning of approval she knew worked for all subs.

"You were right, I really do feel more like a woman in them," Kelly admitted, wiggling her nylon-clad toes.

"We need to paint your toenails next," Mariah said.

"Okay, Aunt Mariah," Kelly agreed without thought, liking the way Mariah was giving her advice to be more of a woman something her mother never really did.

While breakfast was eaten, Kelly sat confused by her mother's strange behaviour; Sandra tried to figure out a way to protect her daughter; Mariah was amused as she planned the next few days and the final submission plan of her future pet...Sandra's daughter; lastly, Taylor was in her room getting dressed with her own plans of pushing forward the submission of Kelly.

.....

After the girls left for school, Mariah smiled, "Now that wasn't so hard was it?"

"Did you see the confusion in her facial expression?" Sandra asked embarrassed.

"She is going through the stages of change," Mariah explained.

"But I just can't let her be like me?" Sandra stressed.

Mariah sighed, "Are we really going to have this conversation again?"

"Yes, I guess we are. I can't let Kelly end up like me," Sandra defiantly said.

"Like you," Mariah said, knowing a soft approach was needed. Like a mother with a child, a mistress with a submissive was very similar. "You are who you are."

"But Kelly isn't," Sandra pointed out.

"Are you sure? She is really so much like you," Mariah countered. "She is sweet, shy, self-confident and insecure, a crazy oxymoron indeed, and eager to please."

"That doesn't make her a submissive," Sandra said.

"You still don't understand it, do you?" Mariah asked.

"Understand what?" Sandra asked, confused and frustrated.

"That the submissive and the dominant are equals. You can't have one without the other," Mariah explained. Sharing inner feelings that she had never shared with her pet, she continued, "Don't you understand I need you as much, if not more, than you need me."

Sandra was confused by the softness in Mariah's voice, as well as the sincerity seemingly in her tone. "Really?"

"Of course. Why do you think I am really here? I have spent eighteen years looking for someone to replicate the feelings you gave me," Mariah said. "I always assumed you have spent the past eighteen years longing for the same thing."




Like Mommy, Like Daughter Pt. 02



Sandra was overwhelmed with the sudden realization that it hadn't been a one way street all these years, indeed clarity hit her with such clearness she wondered how she never understood it before. She needed Mariah to fill the role of mistress, to guide her in her journey of sexual awakening and liberation; conversely, Sandra now saw through the facade of firmness into the deep insecurities that Mariah hid so well. Mariah needed her. The realization sent a rush of adrenaline through her. Finally, she spoke, "I didn't know that was what has been missing all these years, but obviously it was."

"What was?" Mariah questioned, her one vulnerability allowed out which made her uncomfortable.

"You, silly," Sandra giggled. "I always had an empty spot inside me, yet I always pushed it down. I was in such denial of my past and my need for you, that it never occurred to me that we were meant to be."

A rush of relief washed through the dominant, hearing her pet say those words, "Yes, my dear we are meant to be."

"As more than just submissive and dominant," Sandra clarified.

"Yes, as lovers," Mariah smiled, before adding, "very unorthodox lovers, but lovers none-the-less; truthfully, our love is so much more than the traditional sense of the word. We have no secrets, no unfulfilled fantasies, no regrets...only each other."

"And that is what matters," Sandra said, shivering.

"Come here," Mariah smiled.

Sandra get on her knees to begin to crawl, but Mariah smiled, "No, my dear, walk to me."

Sandra obeyed and was drawn into the warmest embrace of her life. Resistance was futile; she was a submissive and looking at her daughter without the rose coloured glasses of a mother it was obvious Kelly was too. She wouldn't prevent her daughter's submission anymore, as long as she succumbed on her own terms.

Sandra asked, "Do you promise to not force Kelly into submission?"

"Did I force you?" Mariah asked, still holding Sandra tightly.

"It felt like it at the time, but in retrospective that wasn't the case," Sandra realized, another revelation that every submissive task in her life was her own decision...even when it didn't seem that way. She could have said no; she could have got off her knees many times and walked away; yet, only when obeying the exciting, crazy and ludicrous orders of Mariah was she ever truly happy. Oh sure. She loved her daughter and lived vicariously through her successes and youthful exuberance, yet on her own, she hadn't been happy in eighteen plus years.

"Your daughter will fall of her own accord," Mariah confidently predicted. "The seeds of submission have already been planted."

"I love you, Mistress," Sandra said looking into Mariah's eyes.

"Today Sandra it is just Mariah," she smiled, "and I love you too."

The kiss that followed lasted minutes; it was soft and tender at first, but the longer it lasted, both women's hands began exploring each other's bodies without ever allowing their lips to break apart from each other, the kiss being urgent and passionate.

Finally, Mariah ordered, as she led her to Sandra's old bedroom, "Get undressed and lay down."

Sandra didn't hesitate ready for whatever her mistress, her lover ordered her to do.

"I'm going to bring you pleasure unlike you have ever experienced," Mariah promised as she moved between Sandra's thigh high clad legs.

Sandra watched as her mistress did something she had never done before...she tasted her submissive.

Sandra moaned on contact of Mariah's tongue and already wet, already revved up and already ready to explode, it didn't take long for her orgasm to rush through her. The orgasm when it hit was like fireworks exploding in her cunt as she screamed, grabbing her mistress's head, "God, yeeeeeeeees."

Mariah meanwhile, kept licking and licking, her pet's cum flowing into her mouth, a wide smile on her face.

Sandra her body weak, let go of Mariah's head and collapsed onto the bed.

Mariah joined her exhausted pet. "You understand you will always be mine?"

"Yes," Sandra nodded, looking deep into Mariah's eyes.

"And so will your daughter," Mariah added, turning the conversation full circle.

Sandra understood that it was up to God and Kelly what was to happen next and nodded, "I will not try to stop you, as long as Kelly submits on her own."

Mariah smiled, as she slipped out of her skirt and straddled her adorable slut, "My pet, you raised a little sub, you just didn't realize you were doing it."

Sandra starring at Mariah's cunt, she imagined her daughter on her back submitting to Mariah as well...it just seemed inevitable...like the saying goes...like mother, like daughter.

The end



Like Mommy, Like Daughter



"Good question, my pet," she purred, her tone again condescending. "Well, for now we will keep it on the down-low." She paused, her hand slyly cupping the overwhelmed woman's small breasts, before warning, "As long as you are good."

The teenage girl's hands on her long neglected breasts set off fireworks inside Sandra and her dire situation became worse as she already felt the urge to submit building inside her. She heard her words before she thought them. "I'll be good."

"Awesome," Taylor said, her eighteen-year-old exuberance shining through. "I can't believe it. I have my very own slut." She squeezed her new slave's breasts once more and started walking towards her new residence.

Sandra watched the attractive girl leave, her ass wiggling so perfectly. She sighed, knowing that she was already in way over her head. A second sigh followed before she began bringing in the bags of her old and seemingly new Mistress.

Back in the house, Mariah was helping the sweet, innocent Kelly get her stockings on. "Now pay attention, Kelly," the seductress explained, "if you roll the stocking on like this, they will easily slide up your leg."

Sandra arrived to see her old Mistress on her knees putting stockings on her sweet, innocent daughter.

Kelly was in awe. She watched the stocking slide up her leg and felt a strange tingle she couldn't place as her Mom's friend's hands moved up her leg and to her thigh.

Mariah watched the young girl's facial expression and as expected the girl's face was flushed...a sure sign the diva-like attention was causing her libido to warm up.

Taylor watched the scene and whispered to a staring Sandra, "By the way, make sure you offer your bedroom to my mother."

"What?" Sandra asked, confused by the order.

"You really are a dense bitch," Taylor said with no emotion at all. "Offer your bedroom to my Mother. She will be Mistress of this home soon anyway."

Both stockings on, Mariah stood up and grabbing the shy girl's hands pulled her up, purposely a bit hard so Kelly fell into Mariah.

Kelly apologized like a nice girl would do even though it wasn't her fault. "Sorry, ma'am."

"Ma'am," Mariah roared with laughter. "I am not a ma'am, I am just Aunt Mariah."

Again apologizing, Kelly said, "Sorry, Aunt Mariah."

"Good girl," Mariah replied, planting a seed for later in the young girl. Listening to Aunt Mariah was the right thing to do.

Sandra watched the scene and knew exactly what the manipulating Mariah was doing and although she desperately wanted to stop it, she was already feeling helpless against not one, but two strong, overbearing personalities.

Sandra flashed back:

"You are such a good kitty, aren't you," Mariah purred.

Sandra warmed at the praise of her Mistress and meowed in return.

"Go ahead Kitty, get your reward," Mariah offered, opening her legs.

"Wow," Mariah dramatically said, "you look absolutely ravishing."

"I do?" Kelly asked, not used to such flattery. She knew she was cute, but ravishing was not a word ever used to describe her.

"Truthfully, you remind me of a young Audrey Hepburn," Mariah added, knowing she was Sandra's favorite actress and that Kelly probably knew exactly who she was.

"Really?" Kelly asked excitedly, "I love her."

"Well, in this dress, with these stockings, you are a stunning replica of her, but with more sex appeal," Mariah said, piling on the compliments.

Again Kelly was in awe with the flattery. She said, "I need to see what I look like," and disappeared up the stairs to see herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom.

Once gone, Mariah turned to her daughter and her ex-submissive and said, "So I assume you two have met."

Taylor said criticizing Sandra, "We have, but you didn't tell me how insipid she is."

Mariah said, "Well, it is a lot for her to take in so quickly. An hour ago she had no Mistresses, now she has two."

Sandra, desperate to end this before it started said with conviction, "You have to go."

Mariah's smile didn't fade as she said, "But we just got here."

"I can't do this again," Sandra explained.

"Do what?" Mariah smiled, pushing the submissive to say it.

"I can't be your slave again," Sandra said her conviction already fading, as just saying the word had her pussy tingling even more.

Mariah walked over to Sandra, her smile never fading. "Look me in my eyes, my pet and tell me that you didn't miss me, didn't crave the submission and didn't fantasize about this exact moment every night since you left."

Sandra did miss it, more than she would ever like to admit, did crave it constantly when alone in her bed at night and every fantasy she had were flashbacks to her time as an obedient pet to Mariah. She tried to make eye contact and lie to her ex-Mistress but no words came out.

Mariah smiled, knowing she had her long-lost pet exactly where she wanted her. "I tell you what, my pet. If your cunt is dry, Taylor and I will leave immediately and never bother you again, and you will have protected your pretty daughter from a similar fate that you lived all those years ago. On the other hand, if your cunt is as wet as I know it is, your panties damp already just by seeing me, then you will resume your role as my submissive slave, you will also accept my daughter as your new Mistress and will silently allow me to seduce your daughter, which deep down you want to happen."

Sandra's face went beet red with shame at the options before her. Her cunt was sopping wet as eighteen years of repressed sexual desires all came flooding back in an instant. If she could have controlled her desire, like she had since Kelly was born, she could have prevented what was inevitably about to occur. Yet, even though she desperately wanted to protect her daughter, she had sacrificed her sexuality for years already, the arrival of Mariah had obscured everything, the lines between black and white blended into confusion, although she in no way wanted to see her daughter succumb like she had.

Mortified by her weakness, Sandra whispered as Mariah slipped her hand into her shorts, "Just please leave my daughter out of this."

"You were supposed to give her to me on her eighteen birthday," Mariah said, her fingers teasing the submissive pet's clit.

"Aaaaah, but that was a ludicrous promise you forced me to make," Sandra protested.

Mariah's self-confident smile never faded as she smiled, ignoring her pet's weak protests, as her fingers rolled over Sandra's swollen clit, "Fuck, slut, you are soaking wet. What is turning you on? The thought of submitting to me again, the thought of being a sub for my daughter, or the thought of me making your daughter my pet?"

Fingers penetrated her and Sandra let out a soft uncontrollable moan. "Please not here," she pleaded, ignoring the question asked.

Mariah reminded her again, "You did promise me your daughter a long time ago and I have come to collect."

Sandra flashed back to how she ended up offering her daughter to her Mistress:

It was two weeks after they had graduated from college, Mariah with a degree in psychology and Sandra with a degree in marketing.

They were going to spend the summer relaxing as both would have just had their babies, having cancelled their original plans to travel all summer, like they had last year when they had travelled Europe, when Sandra decided to flee.

A eight month pregnant Sandra was bound to her bed where she had been on her knees for two hours with a vibrating egg in her cunt while Mariah was out doing whatever she did when she left for hours at a time.

Sandra heard the door open and thanked the heavens. Being bound on all fours had become a common part of her submission long ago, but being eight months pregnant this was way more uncomfortable than in the past.

A couple of minutes later, Mariah entered the room and undressed. Grabbing a strap-on from her box of toys she climbed onto the bed and asked, "Is my slut ready to be fucked?"

"God, yes," Sandra whimpered, the egg in Sandra's cunt had her on the brink of bursting for hours, and being pregnant somehow enhanced her already overactive sex drive.

Sandra moaned as Mariah's fingers went to her sopping wet and leaking pussy. "Fuck you must really need it," Mariah assessed.

"Yes, Mistress Mariah, I can't handle it much more," Sandra whined.

Rubbing the cock up and down her pussy lips for lubrication and teasing, Mariah announced, "I decided the name of your daughter today."

"What?" Sandra asked, stunned by the declaration.

"Tamara," Mariah revealed, adding, "Taylor and Tamara, don't they sound like siblings?"

"I guess," Sandra replied, trying to get her head wrapped around having no say in the naming of her child, as the cock began to push into her ass. Her ass having been trained during her third year of slave training, her ass easily swallowed the big cock. Although not as pleasurable as having her cunt fucked, being ass-fucked still could get her off and with the egg already teasing her cunt, she didn't care where she was fucked, just that she was. Sandra moaned from the sensation of a cock in her ass triggering a second pleasure in her body.

Mariah was in a fucking mode and began pounding her pregnant pet. The sight of a pregnant woman being fucked by another pregnant woman probably would have looked absurd, but for Sandra all she cared about was coming. Five minutes into a hard deep fucking, Sandra was close to coming, but had been trained to not come without permission. She begged, "Mistress, please may I come?"

"All you have to do is make one promise, my pet," Mariah said, innocently.

Her tone worried Sandra, such a tone always meant trouble. "Whaaaaaaaat?" a desperate to come Sandra moaned.

"You promise me your daughter," Mariah revealed.

"Whaaaaaaaat?" Sandra questioned.

"You give me your daughter as my pet on her eighteenth birthday," Mariah repeated, each thrust into her slut going as deep as humanly possible.

"Noooooooooo," Sandra moaned, as Mariah stopped her cock buried deep in her slave's ass.

"No, what?" Mariah asked.

"I can't," Sandra answered.

Mariah responded by five quick hard deep thrusts before stopping again her cock again buried deep in her pet's ass.

"Oh please let me come, Mistress," Sandra begged, her mind fogged from the hours of teasing.

"Give me your daughter," Mariah repeated, three more quick thrusts bringing Sandra to the brink.

"Please, anything but that," Sandra moaned, taking all her will power to not come.

"I am counting to five before I pull out and go to bed," Mariah threatened.

Sandra knew by now that there was no such thing as an idle threat by her Mistress. Sandra's need to come clouded her judgement as she heard the countdown begin. She tried to rationalize what such an agreement meant, she tried to be strong to protect her unborn child, but at the count of four Sandra heard herself offer, submitting like she always did, "She is yours Mistress, just please let me come."

Mariah getting what she wanted, replied, as she began fucking her sub's ass again, "Come my pet, come from your ass-fucking."

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," Sandra screamed loud enough for the neighboring rooms to know exactly what was happening.

Taylor finally spoke having enjoyed watching a master Mistress like her mother at work. "Answer the question, slut!"

Sandra stammered, the finger in her cunt distracting her as was the overwhelming desire to succumb unconditionally to Mariah like she had all those years ago, "I-I-I don't know, this is all j-j-just too much."

Taylor mocked the bewildered weak MILF. "Y-y-you don't know. What are you, f-f-five? Answer the question or when your daughter gets back down here she will witness you between my legs."

Petrified that Taylor wasn't bluffing, she admitted, "All of them, dammit."

"See that wasn't do hard now, was it?" Mariah whispered, her finger still roaming inside the humiliated sub.

Hearing footsteps, Mariah quickly pulled her finger out and put it to her daughter's mouth, without hesitation she quickly sucked the juice off her mother's fingers.

"Not bad for old cunt," she whispered in Sandra's ear just as Kelly returned to the room, glowing.

"OMG," Kelly said.

Sandra instantly panicked thinking her daughter had witnessed the humiliating ordeal she had just gone through.

Luckily, Kelly was talking about herself. "I can't believe how different I look in this."

Mariah, back in seduction mode, turned and buttered the young girl up even more. "Well, you have a very natural beauty my dear, you just need to bring it out."

"I do?" Kelly asked, always being insecure about her body. Her breasts being virtually non-existent and being tall, almost six feet, she often towered above her peers, which made her a great athlete, but not great eye candy for the boys.

Mariah loved how insecure the young girl was, they were always the easiest to take control of. They desperately want to be wanted, need to be needed. Mariah continued the sugar coated flattery. "You have hypnotic emerald green eyes, you have silky black as night hair, legs that I would die for, and a sweet as pie smile that would weaken any boy," she flattered, before adding the first of many subtle hints of what was to come, "or girl for that matter."

Kelly bathed in the compliments, but was startled by the older woman's last words. "Girls?" the naive sub-to-be wondered what had prompted that statement.

Mariah shrugged, "Well according to my daughter Taylor, if you are not bi in 2012, you are a nobody." Before Kelly could process the comment, Mariah took the opportunity to introduce the two teen girls. "On that note, Kelly this is my daughter Taylor."

Taylor's bitch facade disappeared as she greeted Kelly like a stereotypical cheerleader blonde, bubbly and fake, "Hi, Kelly, it is like a pleasure to meet you."

Kelly went to shake the girl's hand but was surprised to be pulled into a warm embrace, where the blonde's big breasts almost knocked her down.

Mariah explained, "Taylor will be joining you in school starting tomorrow."

Kelly asked, "With only two months until graduation?"

Mariah shrugged, "Don't get me started on the events that transpired to lead us here." A quick look to Sandra was a subtle statement.

"Well, cool, I can show you around," Kelly offered, adding, "you can be the sister I never had," unaware of the real reason these two Dommes were here.

"That would be like totally awesome," Valley girl Taylor agreed, kissing Kelly's cheeks and agreeing, "sisters".

Mariah suggested, already controlling the household with soft subtly, "Why don't you take Taylor for a tour of the town while your Mother and I get reacquainted?"

Sandra's face went pale, as conversely her cunt got wetter with the implications of what reacquainted meant.

"Sure," Kelly said, "I was just about to go meet some friends for some birthday shopping therapy."

Mariah turned to Sandra and asked, "And where will we be staying, Sandra?"

Sandra looked briefly at Taylor whose facial expression warned her that there was a right answer to this question. Sandra sighed to herself, before saying, "Why don't you take my room and Taylor can have the spare bedroom in the basement."

"Are you sure?" Mariah asked with fake sincerity, "I don't want to be a burden."

Sandra knew she planned on being a lot more than a burden, but replied cordially, "Oh, no burden at all."

"Well, I can't have you sleeping on your own couch," Mariah said showing real concern. "How about Taylor and Kelly share a room?"

Kelly shrugged, "That is fine with me, my room is pretty big and I have a king-sized bed."

Mariah said, "Well then that takes care of that. Thank you so much Kelly." Mariah pulled her in for one more breast-smashing hug before the two girls went upstairs to get ready to go shopping.

Sandra watched, mortified as the whole charade of respectability she had created was falling down like a house of cards in minutes.

Now only the Mistress and the sub in the room, Mariah's expression shifted from sweet and friendly to strong and controlling. "As soon as they are gone I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before, my slut."

Sandra's face went red and her cunt leaked a little. But she remained silent as no words could possibly change the situation or alter what was inevitably going to happen. Even as she realized she still wanted to protect her daughter, she was already craving the submission she had long left. Also, maybe if she was a very good sub, a perfect pet, she could convince Mariah to leave Kelly alone. It was a long shot, but all she had left, as she knew there was no way she could ever stand-up to Mariah. That was why she left without warning and moved to a different country, a country with six months of fucking winter for Christ sakes.

"Now stop daydreaming of me fucking your useless box and take my things upstairs," Mariah ordered before disappearing into the washroom with her small travel bag.

Sandra sighed following the order, already a servant in her own home. As she carried the suitcases upstairs she wondered how Mariah ever found her. It is not like Alberta is a place that fit her lifestyle. She was a Californian, born and raised. Sandra chuckled to herself at the thought of Mariah surviving a Canadian winter.

Five minutes later, Kelly dressed casually for shopping, she and Taylor left leaving Mariah and Sandra alone for the first time in over eighteen years.

Mariah came out of the washroom and was naked except for a nine-inch strap-on that was wider than anything Sandra had ever had in her before and of course her trademark thigh high stockings, black this time.

Sandra stared at her old Mistress, and realized she was no longer her old Mistress, but once again her Mistress. Her panties were so wet she could feel her juices leaking slightly down her leg. Her mouth watered at the thought of her lips sucking her Mistress's massive tits. Everything she had fought so hard to resist, to never go back to a time where her life was controlled by another, was over, She was exactly where she was before she got pregnant...an eager sub willing to do anything to please her Mistress.

Mariah walked over to the couch and sat down. Smiling devilishly she ordered, "On your knees, slut, we have a lot of fucking time to catch up for."

Sandra didn't even hesitate as she dropped to her knees, her own juices leaking farther down her leg.

"How bad to you want to be fucked?" Mariah asked, sauntering over to her reclaimed pet.

Sandra wanted nothing more. In retrospect she had never been happier then when being used by Mariah; with utter submission came utter joy, a euphoria she had not felt in years.

2. THE FIRST LICK IS THE SWEETEST

Sandra flashed back:

The first time she tasted Mariah's pussy was three weeks after her first surprising sexual encounter with Mariah. She had been fucked by Mariah already, but since then Mariah had acted like nothing happened. Each day of being ignored confused the insecure Sandra who, having found love in her mind, was suddenly being rejected. What had she done wrong?

Sandra was riddled with insecurities even though she tried to hide it by being her usual chipper self and by focusing on her studies.




Like Mommy, Like Daughter



It was after midnight on a Tuesday and Sandra was fast asleep when she was suddenly awakened by Mariah, naked from the waist down. Mariah ordered, "Wake up Sandra I need your help."

Sandra groggily woke up and asked concerned, "What's wrong, Mariah? Are you OK?"

"Just follow me," she demanded, turning and leaving Sandra.

Sandra got up and followed her mostly naked roommate completely confused. Mariah sat down at her desk and said, "I have writer's block and need to be motivated."

"What can I do to help?" Sandra yawned, still half asleep. There is nothing worse than being awakened less than an hour after you hit your REM cycle.

"Glad you asked, my pet," Mariah replied, and Sandra's cheeks instantly went red at being called pet. "I want you to eat my cunt. I haven't got off in over a week and I think I am going through orgasm withdrawal."

Sandra's mouth dropped open. She stammered, "Y-y-you want me to lick your vagina."

"God no," Mariah responded dramatically.

"Oh good," Sandra replied relieved.

Mariah deflated the brief glimmer of hope when she explained, "No, I am a woman. I have a pussy or better yet a cunt. A little girl has a vagina. Now get your ass over here and get me off."

Sandra stared at her roommate, shocked even more by the absurd request then when she had nonchalantly walked in with a strap-on around her waist and proceeded to take Sandra's virginity.

Impatient, Mariah explained, "Look, I got you off, the least you can do is return the favor."

Oddly, that seemed logical to the shy, in love, Sandra. "But I have never done that before," Sandra cautioned, hating to be bad at anything.

Mariah turned around, smiled and promised, "Don't worry, practice makes perfect, my pet and you will get lots and lots of practice."

The thought of pleasing her beautiful blonde roommate had her vagina tingling.

"Well don't just stand there, my cunt isn't going to eat itself," Mariah ordered before turning back around.

Sandra began moving but realized there was no way for her to actual get to her friend's legs. Tentatively, she asked, "Um, how am I going to...."

"To eat my cunt?" Mariah asked.

"Yes," Sandra said, anxiety washing over her even as the excitement of pleasing Mariah chilled her.

"Yes, what, my pet?" Mariah asked, her impatience not hidden.

Sandra paused briefly before saying, "How am I going to eat your cunt?"

Mariah rolled her chair out a bit and ordered, "Crawl underneath the desk my pet."

Sandra suddenly felt like a pet as she lowered herself on the ground and on all fours like a household pet crawled under the desk. A sudden humiliation at being treated like an animal burned inside her and yet somehow triggered a slight leakage from her pussy.

Once she was under the desk and positioned to be looking out, Mariah rolled her chair back, opened her legs and ordered, "Now get to work, my kitty, lick away."

Sandra stared at her roommates trimmed pussy, her limited hair neat and tidy unlike her own unruly patch. She admired the prettiness of her friend's pussy and thought she too should make hers look nicer.

Mariah sighed, "Stop staring at my cunt and get licking, I don't have all night."

Sandra leaned forward a bit and extended her tongue. She had tasted herself and found it wasn't an unpleasant taste, but when Mariah's taste hit Sandra's taste buds it was like a switch turned on inside Sandra's brain. The taste was the final aphrodisiac that Sandra's mind needed to commit solely to the task at hand. Sandra tentatively used her tongue like a paintbrush, using slow, but wide strokes between Mariah's pussy lips.

Mariah moaned lightly which was the reaction Sandra needed to confirm she was doing OK. Sandra had always been a perfectionist and if she was going to do this she wanted to do it right. Time became irrelevant for Sandra as she just savored her roommates tangy taste. The only sounds during this lengthy licking were soft moans from Mariah and the clicking of the keyboard.

Eventually Mariah said, "You are a life-saver my pet. My essay is done and now it is time for me to get off." Mariah rolled the chair back and moving several feet away from Sandra still under the desk. "Crawl over here, kitty."

Sandra was ashamed that such a pet name had her pussy tingling again. However, she felt compelled to obey; she crawled over to her half-naked roommate.

Mariah reached down and put her hand through Sandra's hair. "You will always be a good kitty, won't you my pet?"

Sandra looked up into Mariah's aqua blue eyes, and was captivated by them. Sandra wanted nothing more at that moment than to be the perfect pet. She replied, her voice timid, "I will always be a good pet."

"And you will always obey me?" Mariah questioned.

Sandra wasn't sure what such a commitment entailed, but able to smell the sweet scent of Mariah's pussy had her hungry for more and she answered with what she assumed Mariah wanted. "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Mariah questioned.

Sandra had no idea what was expected of her. Being from the south originally, she answered the way she would respond to an elder or teacher. "Yes, Miss Mariah."

"Hmmmmm, not what I had in mind, but I like it," Mariah said.

Sandra instantly wondered what the right word was and was just as instantly frustrated that she hadn't said the right thing. She hated when she was wrong or when she disappointed someone.

Mariah asked, "Do you want to finish what you started, kitty?"

"Yes, Miss Mariah," Sandra eagerly answered back.

"Go ahead," Mariah offered, opening her legs wide.

Sandra looked at the appetizing pussy that was drawing her in, with both the tantalizing scent and the glistening shine. Sandra crawled between her roommate's legs and resumed licking. A few minutes later, Mariah's moans began getting consistently louder, which made Sandra assume, correctly, that Mariah was close. She moved up a bit and sucked in Mariah's swollen clit.

Mariah screamed on contact, "Holy shit you fucking dyke, don't you dare stop!"

The quick shift to name calling surprised the shy pussy-licker but somehow it made her more eager to please. Her tongue swirled around the clit in her mouth and deciding to be aggressive, something she usually wasn't, as she slid a finger into her moaning roommate's dripping wet pussy.

That did the trick as Mariah demanded, "Fuck my cunt, slave. Finger-fuck me hard!"

Sandra, loving the power she had over her horny and bossy roommate, obeyed fingering her hard and fast.

Mariah's screams hit a feverish roar as a minute later she came hard squirting her juice all over her eager roommate's face. "Yes, slut, more, more, fuuuuuuuuuck, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!"

Sandra didn't stop as Mariah squirted an abundance of cum on her face. She bathed in the sweet stickiness, allowing it to coat her even as she drank it up.

Mariah opened her eyes and watched amused at her once shy, reserved roommate, her face soaked with cum, eagerly licking her cunt like a famished dyke. "Lick it all, my pet. It is your reward for being a good kitty."

Sandra felt the warmth of pleasure throughout her body at the thought that she had been a good pet and assisted Mariah to reach orgasm.

A minute later, Mariah stood up and said, "Goodnight, Sandra," and went to bed.

Sandra, her knees aching having been on them for almost an hour she realized when she looked at the clock, stood up. Her pussy was on fire and she rushed to her room to fan the flames until they engulfed her entire body.

3. I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME

"Crawl to me, my kitty," Mariah ordered.

Her freshman year nickname had brought back memories that warmed Sandra even more as she tentatively crawled to her old Mistress. It was odd how easy she reverted to her old position and how natural crawling on her knees like a pet was. Forgetting about her daughter, her mind and body wondered why they had resisted this all these years.

Reaching Mariah's stocking clad feet, Sandra awaited instruction, as she used to do, often sitting on the floor like an obedient puppy waiting to be played with. Sometimes Sandra would sit there for hours and be ignored completely, other times she was expected to massage and or clean Mariah's stocking-clad feet, other times she was used to lick Mariah's pussy for extended periods of time and sometimes she was fucked like the slut she had become.

Mariah looked down at her pet and asked, "Miss me?"

"I tried not to," Sandra answered, avoiding answering the question.

Mariah lifted up her left stocking-clad foot to Sandra's face. Sandra without instruction instinctively did what was expected of her and started licking Mariah's stocking-clad sole. She could taste the sweet sweat.

Mariah explained, "The last leg of the trip here was a six hour drive, so they may be a little extra sweaty today, my pet. Now back to the question you attempted to avoid, did you miss me?"

Sandra sighed to herself knowing Mariah could see right through her and would know if she was lying. She took Mariah's foot in her hands and looked up. "Yes, I missed you."

"As your Mistress?" Mariah questioned.

"Yes," Sandra admitted, her pussy dampening at the thought of having a Mistress again.

"Yes, what?" Mariah questioned.

The answer felt strangely good to say for the needy sub. "Yes, Mistress Mariah."

"Oh, you are such a good kitty," Mariah purred, "Now get back to cleaning my feet."

Sandra immediately obeyed and the eighteen years apart suddenly seemed like seconds. The next few minutes Sandra licked every inch of both of Mariah's feet and ended by sucking each stocking-clad toe into her mouth like the tiniest of cocks, something that had always been a turn-on for Mariah.

Mariah watched in complete satisfaction at how quickly her pet regressed to her old ways. The four years of training and conditioning had paid off.

Mariah stood up and ordered, "Take me to your daughter's room."

Sandra begged, still on her knees, "Can we please leave my daughter out of this?"

Mariah sighed, "Are you still under the delusion you have any say in what happens?"

Tears welled up in Sandra as she tried to reason with her stone cold Mistress. "It's just Kelly has no idea of my past, of where she came from."

"She doesn't know that it was my idea for her to be born?" Mariah asked, adding "if anything she is my child. You just carried her."

Sandra was mortified by the obliteration of her past eighteen years of parenthood.

Mariah asked, "What did you tell her about her father?"

Sandra replied, "I told her that he was a one night stand when I was in college, which is not completely a lie."

"Well, if that lets you sleep at night," Mariah said, "we will talk more about everything later. Now take me to our daughter's room, now!"

Sandra had heard that exact tone before and knew that even the slightest disobedience would result in a punishment of some sort.

Sandra flashed back:

To the first time she disobeyed Mariah was when Mariah tried to finger her in a crowded movie theatre and Sandra without thinking pushed Mariah's hand away. That was very early in their relationship, if a domme-sub hierarchy can be considered a relationship.

Sandra came home the next day and her bedroom had been transformed. Her bed was gone and replaced by a large doghouse with the name Sandra printed above the door. The remainder of her freshman year when she didn't sleep at the foot of Mariah's bed, she slept in her doghouse, a constant reminder of her role as a pet and of her simple disobedience.

"May I walk?" Sandra asked.

"No, my pet, when we are alone you will always be on all fours. Taylor and I have to retrain our pet, she seems to have regressed from her training," Mariah critiqued, giving yet another subtle hint of what life was going to be like for Sandra now.

Sandra should have known better than to ask such a stupid question and winced at the thought of being trained again. She crawled to the stairs and awkwardly up them. She went to Kelly's room and waited as the door was closed.

"So helpless," Mariah remarked, as she opened the door to allow her pet in.

Shame compounded shame as she crawled into her daughter's room.

Mariah ordered, "Get naked slut."

Laying on her back like a puppy waiting to have her belly rubbed, Sandra undressed, although it must have looked absurd.

As Sandra got naked, Mariah said, "I can't belief how far you have regressed. You have panties on, a bra and no stockings...you must really want me to punish you."

"No," Sandra immediately grew defensive, "it is just when I broke free I couldn't have any reminders of the old me. I had to be the complete opposite."

"I see," Mariah mused, "well, I will create a new list of rules for you to begin complying with as time permits, but I expect you to be in stockings at all times starting tomorrow when you go get a new wardrobe, is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Mariah," Sandra obeyed, knowing that such a request would add one more subtle, at first, layer of her submission.

Sandra flashed back to the first time she wore stockings before she was first fucked by

Mariah:

"Are you really going out like that?" Mariah asked.

"Like what?" Sandra asked, confused. She thought she looked professional in her black skirt, white blouse and blazer.

"You are an adult now, you should be wearing stockings," Mariah said, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh, I hate pantyhose," Sandra said.

"I hate getting my period, but that is just life," Mariah countered, going to her room. Returning, she ordered, "Sit down, Sandra."

Sandra obeyed the order although confused.

Mariah fell to her knees and took off Sandra's flats. "And these shoes, you got to be kidding me."

"I hate heels," Sandra defended, adding, "I'm kind of clumsy."

"Well, then you practice wearing them. You are a woman now, not some teenager," Mariah scolded, even though they were both still teens, both turning nineteen in the first week of September. Mariah was six days older which she would remind Sandra about many times throughout the next four years.

Mariah rolled up a black stocking and slid it up Sandra's legs as Sandra watched stunned. A girl's hands, especially someone as pretty and sophisticated as Mariah had Sandra flush with a certain excitement she tried to ignore.

"I can't wear these in public." Sandra said, realizing Mariah was rolling up a stocking and not pantyhose.

"You can and you will," responded a confident Mariah. "Your skirt will be long enough to hide the lace top of the stockings and it will make you look professional at your dinner."

"But...." Sandra began.

"No, buts," Mariah interrupted, moving to Sandra's second leg, "I know what is best for you. Don't forget I am older than you."

"By six days," Sandra pointed out.

"And two hours," Mariah added.

"Actually, one hour and fifty-seven minutes if we are playing that game," countered Sandra, her roommate's hand on her thigh.

Mariah's hands lingered on Sandra's thigh once the second stocking was on, knowing that in the near future that cunt would be hers. Mariah knew the first day she met her shy, southern roommate that she was submissive and after a few days was confident she was a lesbian she just didn't know it yet.

Sandra held her breath, her pussy getting wet just with the touch of her roommate's hand on her leg.

Mariah stood up and instructed, "Wait here."

Sandra waited politely even as she looked at the clock. She always wanted to be at least fifteen minutes early to any event.

Mariah returned with black pumps. "Now if we had more time we would paint your toenails, but that will have to wait for another day and we will also get you used to real high heels."

"Real high heels?" Sandra asked, slightly flustered.

"Yes, at least three inches, preferably four, or five," Mariah casually explained. Sandra couldn't fathom even attempting to walk on such stilts. "But for tonight, I am giving you a nice simple two inch heel."

Sandra was protesting even as Mariah returned to her knees and started putting the shoe on her slave-to-be's foot. "I can't wear these, I will kill myself.'

Mariah laughed, "No one has ever been killed wearing two inch heels, silly."

Mariah slipped the second heel on and after getting up, pulled Sandra up. A brief wobble followed. "Now walk," Mariah ordered.

Sandra took a deep breath and started walking. After a few steps of awkwardness she got used to the slight angle and height difference. She suddenly felt more feminine and slightly sexy.

Mariah complimented her. "Well done, Sandra, you probably could have handled the three inch pumps."

Sandra quipped, as she reached for her purse, "Let's take baby steps."

As Sandra was at the door, Mariah teased, "Now don't go and fuck the first hottie that notices you looking so fuckable."

Sandra shook her head and left, but her pussy tingled at the thought of Mariah, a goddess of sexuality, thinking she was fuckable.

"Crawl onto your daughter's bed, my kitty," Mariah ordered.

Sandra crawled reluctantly to her daughter's bed assuming some sort of humiliation was coming.

Once her pet was on the bed, Mariah instructed, "On all fours, like a good puppy."

Sandra again obeyed, the excitement of being fucked overcoming any thought of the humiliation or future consequences of disobedience.

"You are such an obedient little thing," Mariah praised, "it is hard to believe you had the guts to try living without me."

Sandra felt the cockhead between her legs and zoned out to whatever Mariah was saying. Her integrity and morals put on hold, Sandra was going to allow herself the extreme pleasure she had denied herself from having for all these years.

Mariah asked, as she teased her pet's wet fuckhole, "Do you want Mommy to fuck you?"

Sandra cringed at the question. Mariah had started calling herself Mommy during their dual pregnancies, which somehow only enhanced the pleasure of their taboo acts. Sandra delirious with anticipation, eighteen years of denial of one's sexual needs will do that, then whimpered, "Yes, Mommy, fuck your slut."

"Did baby miss me?" Mariah teased, allowing just the cockhead to penetrate the eager bitch.

She wanted to just back up and swallow the cock whole, but knew that she had to be a good girl and wait. Her answer was sincere, at least from the point of view of her body. "Yes, Mommy, baby missed you so much."




Like Mommy, Like Daughter



"Will baby ever leave Mommy again?" Mariah asked, the first couple of inches of her plastic pleasure wand disappearing inside her desperate to come pet.

"No, Mommy, I was a bad girl, I will be a good girl," Sandra whimpered. The cock inside her but not moving was driving her crazy.

"You were a bad, bad girl," Mariah agreed, talking to Sandra like she was a baby, as another inch disappeared inside her sub.

"Sorry, Mommy," Sandra apologized with a whimper, willing to say anything to be fucked like she so badly wanted.

"For promising to be a good girl Mommy is going to let you fuck yourself," Mariah said.

Sandra didn't hesitate when permission was given beginning to move her pussy back on the long wide cock. After getting half inside her wanton pussy, she began moving back and forth, each backwards thrust taking a bit more in her cunt as her juices really began to flow.

Mariah chuckled, "Just like old times, my slut."

"Oh God yes," Sandra moaned, her body finally remembering the thrill of submission and the ultimate pleasure that came with it.

"Don't come without permission," Mariah warned.

Sandra moaned in understanding as almost all the cock filled her long neglected pussy.

"Fuck, your box has almost taken it all, slut," Mariah announced, impressed.

Sandra flashed back to early in her sophomore year:

"Your three holes are mine to use as I please, when I please and with whom I please!" Mariah roared after Sandra balked at the idea of a threesome with Mariah's boyfriend.

Quivering in fear, having never seen her Mistress so angry at her, Sandra profusely apologized. "I am so sorry, Mistress, but I thought our relationship was just you and I."

Mariah laughed, "Relationship? I own you! I own your expert pussy licking tongue, I own your cocksucking mouth, I own your barely existent tits, I own your ass which I will fuck very soon and I own your cunt, your pussy, your twat, your beaver, your box. Is that fucking understood?"

"Y-y-yes, Mistress Mariah," Sandra answered, the humiliation from such a verbal barrage somehow making her pussy wet.

Mariah always able to read Sandra's mind, smirked, her tone shifting, as she correctly recognized, "You got turned on from my declaration, didn't you?"

Looking down ashamed, Sandra admitted, "Yes, Mistress Mariah."

"What got you all hot and heavy?" Mariah asked, genuinely curious.

"I don't know," Sandra answered, before adding knowing that Mariah hated such a pathetic answer, "I guess the word box."

"Interesting," Mariah pondered, adding, "But that is what it is, a box to be filled."

Sandra remembered how humiliated she was to have her body defined in such a way, but now all she cared about was having her box filled. She closed her eyes and after three more quick back and forth movements she pushed back hard her ass colliding into Mariah as all nine inches filled her. She had had longer cocks fill her before, but none with such girth. She felt completely full and after getting used to it, she began to fuck herself hard, each backwards thrust filling her entirely.

Mariah asked, "Are you close, my pet?"

"Fuck, yes," she moaned, sweat pouring off her as she was literally fucking herself.

"And you want to come, my kitty?"

"More than anything," Sandra whimpered, her orgasm on the rise and near the point of climax.

"You may come my pet as soon as you agree to just two simple things," Mariah teased, getting ready to set the stage for all that would follow.

"Whaaaaaat?" a in near delirium Sandra asked, petrified of what these two simple things were as she knew when it came to Mariah nothing was ever simple.

"One you agree to eighteen punishments that will be given to you as I see fit," Mariah revealed, grabbing Sandra's hips and making her stop fucking herself.

Sandra had been punished by Mariah many times and each time usually ended with her humiliated and yet sexually gratified. Not thinking of the potential consequences or just how extreme they may be, she agreed. "I can accept that, Mistress."

"And the second," Mariah began, sliding two fingers deep inside Sandra's ass without warning, leading to a surprised scream by her pet, "you will keep your promise you made just over eighteen years ago. You will allow me to take your daughter as my pet."

The cock in her box and the fingers in her ass had Sandra disorientated and like that night over eighteen years ago, she was willing to agree to anything including promising her daughter to the ultimate seductress a second time. "Kkkkkkkk," Sandra whispered defeated and focused only on one thing...coming.

"Kkkkkk, what?" Mariah asked, wanting the declaration to be given.

"I give you my daughter," Sandra finally broke down, her desire to come overpowering her desire to protect her daughter from Mariah seducing her.

"Good girl," the powerful Domme purred, "now come for Mommy, slut."

Sandra instantly began bucking her ass back taking both the cock and the fingers deeper in her and in less than twenty seconds her orgasm hit like thunder and lightning. Sparks flew, her scream exploded and her body quaked as an orgasm over eighteen years in repression riddled her body.

As Sandra fell forward, Mariah continued the double assault on her pet's holes, wanting the orgasm to be the one that Sandra thought about any time she had second thoughts of submission.

As the never-ending orgasm pulsed through Sandra's entire being, and as her pussy and ass continued to be ravished, she found eternal bliss. In this brief moment of clarity, the precious seconds after an orgasm hits and euphoria takes over, Sandra knew she would never run again. No matter the implications of what lay ahead as she accepted her need to submit unconditionally, she knew she was Mariah's without question and it seemed then Taylor's too.

Eventually, Mariah pulled out of her exhausted slut and tossed off the fake cock. Horny herself, especially after all that had transpired today, she flipped her pet onto her back and straddled her face.

Without a word she lowered her perfectly trimmed cunt and teased as she rubbed her pussy all over Sandra's face, "You have probably missed this too, haven't you?

Sandra had licked Mariah's pussy so many times in their four year relationship that it became like water for her, a necessity of life. She craved it and had craved the taste ever since she left, like someone who quits smoking will always crave a smoke even twenty years later and like someone who starts up after all those years of resisting the temptation, one quick drag and they are addicted again. As Sandra tasted Mariah's wetness on her lips she was addicted again. "Yes, Mistress," she admitted, extending her tongue to her addiction of choice.

At that moment, Mariah's cell rang. "Fuck!" Mariah reluctantly got off her pet and ran downstairs to her phone.

Sandra lay on her daughter's bed, too exhausted to move.

Downstairs, Mariah answered the phone. "This better be good," she greeted.

Taylor was on the other line. "We are on our way home."

"That was quicker than expected," Mariah replied, clearly annoyed that Taylor hadn't done her job.

"She forgot her wallet," Taylor explained in justification, knowing her mother would not be happy.

"Fine," Mariah said and hung up. Returning to Kelly's room she said, "Our daughters are on their way back, so you better get dressed."

Sandra got her second wind in a heartbeat as she bolted up frantically. She quickly made the bed and ran out of the room. Mariah smiled at the determination of her sub to hide the truth. The secret being let out was inevitable, but she would allow her pet to have her secret kept safe for a little while longer. She grabbed the strap-on, and headed to her new room and opened her suitcase. She found a pair of thigh highs and brought them downstairs.

Her pet was dressed already and pacing back and forth. "Relax, my pet," Mariah said, offering a comforting thought, "she will have no idea of your slutty transgression, unless you start acting all weird."

"I suppose you are right," Sandra sighed, and caught the stockings her Mistress tossed at her.

"Put those on," Sandra's Mistress ordered, all part of her submissive dressing protocol.

Sandra asked incredulously, "With these shorts?"

"If you wish, although I would suggest maybe a different outfit, especially for the supper we are going to later tonight," Mariah revealed.

"Supper?" Sandra repeated.

"Yes, the birthday supper you booked for your daughter tonight at The Rose House."

"How did you know about that?" Sandra asked.

"Oh, I know many, many things, my pet," Mariah replied, adding another bombshell to the already devastated landscape that was Sandra's life.

"I better go change," Sandra said, wondering what else Mariah knew.

"Yes you better," Mariah agreed, already looking forward to tonight.

As Sandra walked up the stairs to the room that was no longer hers, she wondered how she was ever going to protect her daughter from the life-altering fate that she herself was trapped in.

4. HUNGRY LIKE A SLUT

Mariah convinced everyone to dress up for Kelly's eighteenth birthday supper and as they walked in to the restaurant all eyes were directed at the four attractive women dressed to the nines. All four had dresses on and all four had thigh high stockings underneath. A variety of men and a couple of women spent a fair amount of their dinner ogling the four beauties.

Mariah seated the four strategically, so her pet Sandra was at her side, and they were against the wall so she could see everything.

Once seated, they scanned the menus and exchanged chit-chat about what there was to do in this northern Canadian city. Edmonton was large for a Canadian city, but tiny compared to where Mariah was from...although she was excited about seeing one of the biggest malls in the world.

The breadsticks arrived, and as soon as the waiter left Taylor announced, "I need to go to the ladies room. Kelly, come with me?"

Kelly shrugged. "Sure."

The moment they were out of view, Mariah took a breadstick and smiled, "I think this needs some special sauce. Don't you think, slut?"

Sandra gasped, "You are not serious?"

Mariah smirked, "Oh, I am deadly serious. Now open your legs, slave."

Sandra reluctantly obeyed, thankful that their table was somewhat secluded and no one would be able to see what they were doing.

"You got to be kidding me," Mariah said annoyed, "you are fucking wearing panties."

"S-s-sorry," Sandra stammered, knowing from past experience that Mariah annoyed usually resulted in Sandra being punished.

"Take them off," Mariah demanded, her tone teetering on anger.

"Here?" Sandra asked, even though the answer was obvious.

"Now!" Mariah snapped, her limited patience already reaching a boiling point.

Sandra looked up quickly and then lifted her ass up and rather smoothly, considering her sitting position, pulled them down to her ankles.

"Give them to me," Mariah ordered, her hand held open.

Sandra reluctantly lifted her foot up so she could reach and nervously handed them to her. The thought of how Mariah might use them stressed her out.

Mariah placed them openly on Kelly's plate before roughly moving the breadstick between her sub's legs and shoving one end into her pet's cunt. A couple quick pumps and she pulled it out and flipped it around before shoving the baked good back in her shocked slave's cunt.

The waiter returned to fill up their glasses and saw the panties on the table. The boy, clearly in his early twenties, did a double take, but pretended not to notice as he filled the water glasses, oblivious to the breadstick currently lodged in the pretty brunette's cunt.

As soon as the waiter left, the process was repeated for all but two of the breadsticks, which Mariah put on her own plate. The last Sandra-flavored breadstick was put back in the basket just before the girls returned.

Sandra sweated, seeing the girls coming back and her slightly soiled panties still sitting on her daughter's plate.

Mariah smiled, "I should leave them for your daughter after your disobedience."

Sandra flashed back to an earlier threat:

Sandra was studying in the library for a test a couple of months after first submitting to Mariah when she was startled by Mariah's voice.

"Surprised seeing a dyke like you in a place like this," Mariah said all sing-song.

Sandra's face burned with embarrassment and she shushed her new Mistress. "Shhhhh, not here."

Mariah's face shifted from playful to angry in a heartbeat. She grabbed a pencil from the desk and whispered in her disobedient pet's ear, "Fuck yourself with this pencil."

"Please, no," Sandra whispered.

"Now!" Mariah snapped.

Sandra looked around as she took the pencil, suddenly fearful of feeling Mariah's full wrath. Turning her body sideways, she moved the pencil under her dress and slipped it inside her pussy.

Mariah watched as she whispered in her pet's ear. "I was just grabbing a book for my essay and had no intention of making you do anything, but your disrespect forced immediate punishment. Now come like the fucking slut you are right here in the library."

Sandra felt shame and frustration at the same time, for her innocent disobedience and the consequences that resulted from the disobedience. She rotated the pencil vigorously in a circle trying to get herself off quickly.

Mariah nibbled on Sandra's ear and demanded, "Come my slut. Come like the little whore you are. Now!"

It took a few more seconds but Sandra came from fucking herself with a pencil in the library, grinding her teeth shut to not scream.

Sandra pleaded, "I wasn't thinking Mistress, please, I will be a good girl."

Mariah reached for the panties and put them on their seat between them out of view of the two girls just seconds before they returned, talking a mile a minute like teenage girls do.

Sitting down, Taylor gave a look to her Mom who glanced down at the breadsticks. Taylor smiled, understanding with one subtle glance what had transpired during the brief time they were gone.

Sandra watched in absolute terror as her daughter picked up a breadstick "This place has the best breadsticks in the world."

Mariah quipped, the innuendo known to all but the innocent daughter, "I hear their special ingredient is out of this world."

Kelly dipped the breadstick in the dipping sauce, Sandra praying that would hide the scent and taste of her pussy juice on the breadstick. Sandra then grimaced, as her daughter put it to her mouth and took a bite, unknowingly eating her own Mother's juices.

Mariah asked, "How is it?"

Kelly, glowing, answered, "Amazing, there even seems to be something slightly different about them this time."

"What?" Mariah asked curiously, even as her pet's humiliation was being piled on.

"I can't explain it. It seems extra tangy," Kelly answered.

Taylor burst out laughing at Kelly's answer.

"What?" Kelly asked, confused.

"Oh nothing," Taylor covered, a glare from her Mother quickly making her compose herself, "I just find the word 'tangy' to be funny."

Kelly thought about it a moment before agreeing, "It is kind of isn't it?"

Mariah took a bite of hers and Taylor did the same, although without the dipping sauce, and smiled, looking directly at her MILF pet-to-be, and said, "Oh my goodness Kelly, these really are quite tangy."

Sandra burned in shame but said nothing.

Mariah asked, "Are you not going to try one, Sandra?"

"I am saving room for my salad, I'm watching my carbs," Sandra answered back, trying to cover the real reason she didn't want to have one.

Mariah said, "You've got to try one, they are heavenly, so sweet and tangy," which had both teenage girls laughing.

Kelly ordered, very unlike her, "Mom, I insist you try one. It is my birthday and the carb rules are out the door."

Defeated, Sandra took one and said, desperate to take the attention off her, "Fine, but if this turns me into a big fatty, you are so grounded."

Everyone laughed and both Taylor and Mariah watched with quiet intensity as Sandra ate the breadstick with her own pussy juice on it.

Not surprisingly, Sandra coated it with dipping sauce trying to disguise her own taste. Sandra took a bite and if she didn't know what she had added, it is unlikely she would have noticed. Suddenly relieved, she ate the rest of the breadstick.

The rest of the meal went without incident, other than Taylor's foot between Sandra's legs constantly teasing her throughout the meal.

Taylor and Kelly were in the bathroom again, as they waited for the bill. Mariah asked, "Do you think our waiter was good?"

"I guess," Sandra answered, completely unaware of Mariah's intentions, even though she shouldn't have been.

Mariah handed Sandra back her panties.

Sandra looked at her unsure, until Mariah ordered, "Give them to him as a tip, and be sexy about it."

"Oh my," Sandra blushed.

"You should hurry, your daughter could be back any second," Mariah warned.

Sandra looked for the waiter and was thankful that he was coming their way. 'You know things have gone drastically wrong when you are thankful that the waiter is on his way over so you can give him your panties,' Sandra thought to herself.

The waiter arrived and Sandra gave him her credit card and her panties, and smiled seductively, trying to be a good pet for Mariah and yet hurry before her daughter returned, "Put it on my credit card, sexy, and here is a little gift for such good service." He clearly was shocked by the gift, as he held it like it was gold. Feeling sexy for the first time in a while she added, her lips close to his ear, "They may be a little wet, my friend here fucked the shit out of me earlier."

His eyes went wide as she bit his earlobe, before moving away.

He stammered, "T-t-thanks," as he put the precious cargo in his pants.

"Anytime, sexy," Sandra purred back. The waiter left with her credit card.

Mariah complimented her slut. "That was very good, especially the end part. Maybe I won't have to completely retrain you like I thought."

"Thank you, Mistress," Sandra replied, happy to have made her Mistress proud, as she saw the girls on their way back to them.

The waiter retuned with the charge slip, which Sandra signed. The copy he gave her had his phone number on it. Sandra smiled, feeling sexy and wanted, something she had longed for, for a long, long time.

They drove home and Sandra gave Kelly her birthday present, an iPad, all the while Sandra stressed what Mariah may still have in store for them. She expected to be used in some way by either Mariah or Taylor, yet while she was getting her pajamas from her bedroom Mariah ignored her completely.

In Kelly's bedroom the naive birthday girl had no idea that she had let a predator into her bedroom. Taylor, on the other hand, was salivating with the thoughts of all she wanted to do with the young, pretty slave-to-be. Alas, her Mistress Mother had made it very clear that things would happen in her time frame.

In bed that night each girl pondered the day that was:

Kelly was thrilled with the thought of having a sister of sorts having been an only child.

Taylor was excited about having her own MILF pet and couldn't wait to play with her new toy...although having to wait was driving her nuts.

Sandra tossed and turned as she replayed the day in her head. As a mother she was ashamed of her weakness, of her inability to say no and stand up for herself...and in doing so had allowed her daughter to be potential prey for the hungriest wolf she knew. Yet, for the first time on years, Sandra felt like herself, felt like a woman and felt needed. Her pussy burned with need as she fondly remembered being Mariah's sub. Funny how time can play tricks on you. Gone were all the bad memories of her past as all she could remember was the great memories of how her body felt when she was an obedient pet for Mariah. Her fingers roaming freely to her cunt, she brought herself to not one, not two, but three orgasms, as she reminisced about her many submissions over the years.




Like Mommy, Like Daughter



Mariah was thrilled with how the day had gone. She was confident that Sandra would fall right back into the role she was born to play, but really had no idea until now what kind of personality Kelly would have...luckily, as expected, it really was like mother, like daughter.

5. MAN, KELLY FEELS LIKE A WOMAN

The next morning was Monday and the girls had school. Kelly was already dressed in her usual jeans and t-shirt when Taylor came back from her shower in just a towel and asked, "Is that what you are wearing to school?"

Kelly looked up surprised by the question. "That was the plan, why?"

"Oh nothing," Taylor asked, purposely acting nonchalant, knowing that if Kelly was submissive deep down she would want to know why. A submissive deep down never wants to disappoint.

"No seriously," Kelly asked, "what is it?"

Taylor, tossing her towel on the bed to reveal her voluptuous 38C breasts and her shaved pussy, reeled her in. "Oh, it's just where I come from we always dress to impress."

"You do?" Kelly asked, her eyes unable to not stare at Taylor's large breasts.

"We do," Taylor confirmed, pulling out a pair of stockings.

"You're going to wear stockings?" Kelly asked, watching the pretty blonde put on her first dark brown stocking.

"I always wear them. Like mom said they really enhance my legs and make me stand out in a crowd. Plus, I feel so sexy when I am in them," Taylor explained posing sexily like she was a model in a stocking commercial.

"Oh," was all Kelly could get out.

Taylor reaching for the other stocking added, "I hate pantyhose. They are too restrictive and get in the way when I need action."

Kelly was taken aback by her new roommate's honesty.

"Plus," Taylor added, "boys love the feel of my stocking clad legs when they fuck me."

"Oh my God," Kelly gasped, her pussy tingling a bit from the frank conversation.

"You're not a virgin, are you?" Taylor asked, as if that would be the most shocking thing in the history of the world, even though deep down she suspected the answer was yes.

Kelly's face instantly went beat red but she adamantly defended her virginity. "Yes, but that is by choice. I haven't met the right guy yet."

"Wow!" Taylor said, over dramatically, "I can't fathom not having sex every few days."

"Really?" Kelly thought, surprised again by such a frank admission.

"Do you do yourself?" Taylor asked.

Kelly was again taken aback by the frank question. Her mother did not talk about sex and her friends only on occasion talked about it. Kelly shrugged, feeling dirty admitting such a truth, "On occasion."

"Oh my God," Taylor replied, "if I don't get off every day I am a fucking psychopath. You have toys?"

"No," a suddenly ashamed Kelly admitted, feeling like she was in a whole different league compared to this blonde vixen.

"Well, we are going to have to change that," Taylor announced, as if it was a done deal. "Now about your outfit," Taylor said, changing topics.

Kelly stood silently, every insecurity she had now prickling her every thought.

Taylor pulled out a blue sundress and tossed it to Kelly and instructed, "Put this on."

Kelly looked at the long sundress and wondered what others would say if she wore a dress to school. Some girls in school wore dresses to school, but she wasn't one of them.

Taylor knowing that Kelly needed some prodding suggested, "Just try it Kelly. I bet you will look amazing in it."

Figuring why not, she was eighteen now and a woman, Kelly pulled her t-shirt off suddenly feeling naked in just her sports bra.

Taylor considered questioning the sports bra too, but figured that may be too much, too soon for the already overwhelmed pet-to-be.

Kelly pulled the sundress on before taking off her jeans, still too uncomfortable to be in her panties with a relative stranger.

Taylor smiled to herself, thinking about how sweet and innocent and pure Kelly was and how soon propriety and modesty would be a thing of the past.

Once the jeans were off, Taylor buttered up the insecure girl. "You look delicious."

"Really?" Kelly asked, oblivious to the innuendo.

"Really, really," Taylor responded back, before adding, "obviously you would look even better with stockings."

"You think so?" Kelly asked, easily bring drawn into Taylor's web.

"I know so," Taylor smiled. "When it comes to fashion, I am your girl."

"I just have the pair your Mom gave me yesterday," Kelly explained.

"Would you like to borrow a pair of mine?" Taylor asked.

"No, I am ok," Kelly answered, deciding the stockings were too much.

"Whatever suits your fancy," Taylor replied, showing just the slightest hint of annoyance.

Kelly noticed it too, but let it go, leaving Taylor to finish getting dressed.

6. SANDRA CAN 'T GET NO SATISFACTION

Sandra woke up in a hot sweat. What a crazy dream she had. Opening her eyes, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and realized she was in the spare bedroom, which meant it wasn't a dream. Which meant her Mistress from college was in her house planning to seduce her daughter. Sandra knew she had to stop this before it went any further. She quickly went upstairs and found Mariah in the kitchen making breakfast. Sandra's resolve weakened the moment she saw the beautiful blonde bombshell. Instead of demanding she leave as she had intended, she said, "Good morning, Mariah."

"Good morning, my pet," Mariah smiled. "Did you have a good sleep?"

"It was ok," Sandra replied.

"I slept like a baby," Mariah admitted. "Your bed is really comfortable."

Sandra sighed to herself, knowing that comment was just another shot at the power shift that Sandra had no control over.

Kelly arrived downstairs for breakfast and Sandra noticed the dress. She quickly looked down for stockings and was happy to see she had none on. Mariah looked too.

"Good morning, Kelly," Mariah greeted. "I hope you are hungry."

Kelly shrugged, not used to big breakfasts, "Sure it smells amazing."

Breakfast came and went and as soon as the front door closed leaving Sandra and Mariah alone, Mariah said, "We need to talk."

"Agreed," Sandra said, hoping there was still a chance to end this before it got completely out of hand.

Mariah continued, "Let's go through the training rules."

Sandra's hopes crashed and burned. "The training rules?"

"Clearly a part of you is desperately trying to fight for your freedom, yet it is obvious it is losing to your yearning to submit to me," Mariah assessed.

Sandra ignored her own plight and said with all the determination she had in her, "Regardless of my own desires, I want you to promise to leave Kelly alone."

Mariah laughed. "This is not a fucking negotiation, slut. You really have regressed. I may have to add to the rules."

"Please," Sandra pleaded, grasping at straws.

"Please, what?" Mariah asked, impatient.

"Can we make an arrangement where once Kelly has graduated and goes to college I return to being your...." Sandra bargained, but was suddenly unsure what to call herself.

"My pet, my slut, my whore, my kitty," Mariah listed, a variety of names used in the past.

"Yes all those and any more you want," Sandra agreed, her last ditch attempt at saving her daughter from the same ridiculous addiction she had.

Mariah, giving the pet a glimmer of hope she never intended to allow, suggested, "Today, let's focus on you."

Sandra glanced at the clock and noticed the time said, "I need to be at work in an hour."

"We'll then we better get started. This won't take long," Mariah ordered.

"But...."

Mariah ignored her subs weak protest and handed Sandra a piece of paper with the words: 'The non-negotiable rules for your re-training' printed on the top.

Sandra reluctantly took the paper dreading the words and expectations that would be on the piece of paper. She looked at the paper and read the lengthy list:

The Re-training of Slave Sandra

1. You will obey EVERY command MISTRESS MARIAH or MISTRESS TAYLOR gives you no matter what it is.

2. You will ONLY wear panties when your period is visiting...otherwise you will never wear panties...unless instructed by either of your Mistresses.

3. You will NEVER wear a bra unless at a major work function or requested by a Mistress to enhance an outfit.

4. You will wear stockings EVERYDAY from the moment you get out of the shower until you wake up the next day.

5. When alone with one or both of your Mistresses you will refer to them as MISTRESS.

6. You are a 24 hour pet and thus are on call at all times.

7. You will have your cellphone on at ALL TIMES in case either Mistress needs to contact you.

8. You will have your nails painted at all times...RED!

9. You will ALWAYS wear dresses or skirts unless otherwise instructed.

10. Since you are a PET and OWNED unconditionally by your two Mistresses you must give your body to them without restrictions. Thus, you may only COME with the permission of a Mistress.

11. Other rules may be added as either Mistress sees fit.

Of course, any disobedience of these simple rules will lead to a punishment.

Sandra flashed back to the when the original rules list started:

"My pet, I think you need guidelines?" Mariah announced just after coming all over her still-in-training pet.

"Pardon, Mistress?" Sandra responded, unsure what her Mistress meant.

"Well, I think you will be more content if I make all your decisions for you," Mariah explained as if this was just common sense.

"I don't understand," Sarah replied.

"You are my pet. A puppy doesn't make choices on what to wear does he?" Mariah asked.

"Well, no," Sandra replied, surprised by such a harsh breakdown of their relationship.

"A kitty doesn't choose what to eat, does she?" Mariah added.

"You want to decide what I eat?" Sandra asked, stunned to the core.

"Well, not completely, but I am going to start choosing your outfits for you every day," Mariah said.

"You are?" Sandra asked, still in denial about yet another shift in her bizarre relationship with her roommate. She loved the attention, she loved to please and she had become reliant on Mariah for her own pleasure, but this seemed a bit extreme.

"Yes, well it seems logical. You already wear stockings every day for me as a reminder of your obedience to me," Mariah pointed out.

Sandra thought she wore the stockings to make her look sexier, but in theory it was also to please her Mistress.

"So, every morning I will lay out your clothes for you. Is that understood?" Mariah asked, the question rhetorical.

"Of course, Mistress," Sandra answered, knowing that tone meant the decision had already been made. And for the remainder of her time as a pet sub, Sandra never chose any of her own clothing to wear or to purchase. Slowly her old conservative wardrobe disappeared and was replaced with a much more provocative one.

Mariah, foreshadowing what lay ahead, added, "This is rule two my pet. Rule one is to always wear stockings. More rules will follow in the near future."

"Ok," Sandra agreed, unaware just how strict the additional rules would be.

"Do you accept the rules, my pet?" Mariah asked.

"Do I have a choice?" a defeated, yet horny, Sandra replied.

"Don't you go playing victim, my slut," Mariah scolded. "Everyone has a choice."

"But what if I refuse?" Sandra asked, not convinced she had a choice.

Mariah answered the question with a question. "Can you refuse me, my pet? You never have been able to before. Stop playing victim, Sandra. You need me more than I need you."

Sandra contemplated Mariah's assessment. The reality she never felt more alive than when she was back in college and living as Mariah's pet. All those feelings had come rushing back and if it wasn't for her daughter her submission to Mariah would occur without hesitation.

Sandra flashed back to a moment in her freshman year:

Having been sent to her doghouse after a brief hesitation of an order by Mariah, she pondered her predicament and after she made a lengthy pros and cons list in her head, she decided to stand up for herself. She got out of her makeshift doghouse and went to confront Mariah.

Mariah was watching TV when Sandra came out of her banishment and did so on two feet.

Mariah barely reacted as she noticed, "My pet has learned to walk has she?"

Sandra ignored the condescending tone and said defiantly, "This has to stop."

Looking directly at Sandra, Mariah asked, "What does?"

"How you treat me," Sandra answered. "I want to be treated with respect, not like some pet."

"But you are my pet," Mariah answered, standing up, "And a good pet needs to be disciplined when she is disobedient."

Sandra hated confrontation and could already feel her resolve slipping away as Mariah reached her. Attempting to be strong, despite the growing weakness inside and an undeniable tingle down below, she muttered, "I can't keep doing this."

Mariah, her smile smug, put her hands on her stubborn pet's shoulders, and gently pushed her to her knees.

Sandra wanted to resist, but even as her mind protested, she felt her knees giving away and her falling to her natural submissive place on the floor.

"Good girl," Mariah purred, "just remember my pet, I always know what is best for you."

Sandra looked up from her position of submission and sighed in defeat. Her adamant resolve just a few minutes ago while alone in her doghouse was gone and her eager need to obey had returned in full force.

Mariah able to read Sandra perfectly, ordered, "Go ahead, Kitty, lick your Mistress's sticking clad feet."

Sandra desperately wanted to resist but knew she was too weak as she fell to her position on all fours and began licking her Mistress's feet like a kitty would lick milk from a bowl.

"So I will ask you the question again, my pet. Do you accept the rules?" Mariah asked again, confident she already knew the answer.

"I don't know," Sandra answered, her body screaming yes as her moral conscience screamed no.

Mariah chuckled softly. "You are so adorable when you try to be strong."

"I am not trying to be adorable," Sandra replied, annoyed by Mariah's condescending tone.

"I know, you are trying to be something you are not my pet. That comes to an end now," Mariah said, her tone shifting from amused to firm. "Is your pussy wet?"

Sandra didn't answer, which on its own was an answer.

"I'll take that as a yes," Mariah said smugly. "You need to let go of the fact that you have any control in your life any more. I have returned and will again make your decisions for you. On your knees, I can't believe you have even been standing this long in my presence."

"But..." Sandra began.

"NOW!" Mariah demanded.

Sandra instantly fell to her knees.

"That is better. I thought we made our situation clear last night. I own you; can it get any more black and white than that?" Mariah questioned.

Sandra knew she couldn't win, deep down she didn't want to win, yet she needed to be strong for her daughter. She had to protect her daughter. "Yes, Mistress I understand. But will you please reconsider and leave my daughter out of this."

Mariah shrugged, "Right now, you are my priority, my pet. We will worry about Kelly and the promise you remade just last night at a later time. Now I will ask you again my cunt-licking slut, do you accept all conditions of the new rules?"

Distracted, by her wet pussy doing all the thinking for her, Sandra whispered, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Mariah sighed.

"Yes, Mistress, I will I obey the rules," Sandra agreed, knowing it was easier to agree now than later.

"Good," Mariah said, suddenly chipper. "Now go shower and come back to me once you are dressed for work."

"Yes, Mistress," Sandra replied, hoping a cold shower would calm her down.

While in the shower, Sandra desperately tried to think of some way to protect her daughter from the two predators. Other than up and leaving, which would be tough to explain to her soon to be graduating daughter, the other options seemed impossible. How do you tell your daughter about a past as dark and naughty as hers was? Eventually, she thought the best idea was to warn her daughter without going into the details. Sandra concluded she would go to Kelly's school and talk to her at lunch. She wasn't sure what she would say yet, but she knew she had to warn her. Content with her plan, she finished showering, then dressing in a long flower sundress, sans panties and bra, which was a little nerve-wracking for her, and the only pair of stockings she had, given to her yesterday by Mariah.

Once dressed, hair done and make-up on, she returned to the living room and said, "Mistress, I need to get going soon."

"I know my pet, I won't keep you much longer," Mariah replied. "I only have one more thing for you to do before you go."

Sandra's mouth suddenly watered at the thought of tasting Mariah's perfection again. "What would that be, Mistress?"

Mariah handed her a set of silver balls with a string. "Ironically, I am going to allow you to break a rule this week. All week you are to wear these Ben Wa balls in that cunt of yours. Is that understood?"

Sandra looked at the small balls and wondered their purpose. "Even at work?"

"All the time," Mariah said. "This is punishment number one of the eighteen punishments I owe you for eighteen years of betrayal...which is you may not come for a week."

"A full week?" Sandra asked, thinking before seeing Mariah a week was no problem, she had gone months without an orgasm, but now such a task seemed impossible and painful.

"Yes. You need to learn your place," Mariah said, lifting up her pet's dress. She rubbed the balls slowly along Sandra's slightly wet pussy lips before inserting both balls.

Sandra let out a small gasp as the second ball went in.

"You will eventually learn how to control your pussy muscles so you don't need panties, but while at work I will grant you this rare privilege," Mariah explained, as if she was doing her pet a great favor, before adding, "but at home you are to remain panty-less, is that clear?"

Sandra agreed, even as she tried to deal with the two balls inside her, "Yes, Mistress."

"When are you done at work?" Mariah asked.

"Four-thirty," Sandra answered, nervously, assuming Mariah already had something in mind for the evening.

"I will meet you at the West Edmonton Mall, at five. Is that doable?" Mariah asked.

"Yes, Mistress, I believe it will be," Sandra answered.

"Good, I will see you then," Mariah answered, adding, "We will meet in front of Forever 21."

"Yes, Mistress," Sandra agreed, wondering what was in store for her, before leaving to put panties on. Each step at first was awkward and a distraction. In her new room, she practiced walking for a couple of minutes before she felt slightly accustomed to having the weird balls inside her. Content as she could be in her current predicament, she headed to work.

At work, the balls were a constant reminder of her past, her present and her future. Sandra was in the middle of a new summer ad campaign and it was crucial to get all her slides ready for her multi-media presentation on Thursday. The balls inside her were a distraction but she realized if she sat at her desk and didn't move her legs, eventually she forgot they were in her. That said, every time she moved, she got a constant reminder and her pussy would beg for a quick release she wasn't allowed to give.




Like Mommy, Like Daughter



Sandra worked her ass off all day and it wasn't till after one when she realized she had worked through lunch and missed her opportunity to meet with her daughter. She knew Kelly had track practice after school so the much-needed conversation would have to wait.

The rest of the day flew by; only on occasion was Sandra distracted by the balls in her cunt. Glancing at the clock, she saved her work on her computer and drove over to meet Mariah, knowing one of Mariah's biggest pet peeves was tardiness.

Driving was a major distraction as her foot shifting from gas to brake continually moved the balls in a rather circular movement. Sandra was craving a satisfaction she knew she couldn't receive. She sighed; it was going to be a really long week.

7. LICKING IN THE GIRLS ROOM

Sandra was early and waited till almost quarter after five before she saw Mariah dressed in a black leather skirt, black fuck-me boots, black stockings and a fire engine red blouse. Men and women took second looks as she sauntered by. The men drooled, the women glared, a mixture of envy and jealousy being thrown at the blonde haired vixen.

Mariah actually apologized, something that was as rare as an eclipse, "Sorry, I got lost, really, really lost."

Sandra shrugged, "It happens to everyone the first time they come here."

"It's fucking huge. Hard to believe capitalist, anything to make a buck, California has not built a super mall like this," Mariah said, actually impressed by how impressive the mall was.

Sandra, suddenly proud to be an Edmontonian, explained, "It has rides, watersides, a hotel, a shooting range, a movie theatre, a skating rink, and so much more."

"I see they also have a sex shop here too," Mariah smiled, her usual mischievous grin back. "So let's get you a new wardrobe."

Sandra assumed that was why they were here, her outfits being very conservative and business formal. Two hours, five hundred bucks and six stores later and Sandra had a few new outfits. None were skanky, but all were definitely hipper and aimed at making her look younger, including a front zippered dress and a plaid skirt that looked like it would best fit a teenager.

They stopped for a bite to eat at Hooters, which for a stocking fetish freak like Mariah was pure heaven. Sandra could actually see the wheels turning inside Mariah's devious brain and started to worry.

Mariah decided that she wanted a few pair of Hooters pantyhose for herself, her daughter, her slut and her slut-to-be. Mariah scanned the various waitresses and watched like the sexual predator she was. They ate in relative silence as Mariah assessed with whom she was going to play let's make a deal. Deciding to go with a cute brunette, who Mariah noticed had glanced their way a few times and who Mariah confidently assessed was a dyke or at the very least bi.

Mariah walked over to the pretty brunette, who was even younger than she thought from afar (she would later learn you only have to be eighteen in Alberta to work or go to a bar). Turning on her charm, checking the name tag on her uniform just above the young girl's voluptuous breasts, she opened with, "Hi, Robyn, my name is Mariah."

Robyn smiled back, used to being friendly to her customers. "Hi, Mariah."

"I have to ask," Mariah said smoothly, "Where do you get your pantyhose?"

"We just buy them from my boss," she replied.

Mariah continued, "I mean the color really accentuates your legs."

"Thanks," she blushed.

"Do you have a break coming up?" Mariah asked, not wasting time.

The waitress was slightly surprised, but answered, "In about fifteen."

"I am going to be very blunt with you. My pet over there, she is hungry for dessert," Mariah bluntly offered.

"Oh my," Robyn gasped, surprised by the unorthodox offer.

"All I want in return is to be able to buy a dozen pairs of those sexy pantyhose." Mariah explained.

Robyn looked over to Sandra, who was watching, and then back to Mariah. "I can easily get you the pantyhose."

"I can easily get you my slut," Mariah countered. Taking control she said, "I will have her upstairs in the washroom in ten minutes." Before the cute big-breasted brunette could respond, Mariah returned to her table.

Sandra had watched, knowing the conversation was about her as the pretty brunette had kept looking over to her.

When Mariah returned, she sat down beside Sandra this time and returned to her drink in silence. The anticipation was driving Sandra nuts as the smug silence from her Mistress hinted at the inevitable.

Finally, Mariah still not speaking, she slipped her hand under Sandra's dress, pulled her panties aside and found the string. While Mariah finished her drink, her eyes were directly on Robyn as she tugged on the string.

Sandra moaned reactively.

Mariah tugged again.

Sandra whimpered and closed her eyes.

Mariah tugged again. "Don't you dare come, slut," Mariah warned.

Sandra tried to ignore the pleasure the balls movement were giving her.

Mariah asked, "Are you hungry for dessert?"

Sandra, assuming the obvious, she was being offered in some way and some form to the brunette waitress, answered, "F-f-famished."

Sandra flashed back to her sophomore year:

It wasn't until Spring Break of Sandra's sophomore year that Mariah made her service another girl. They were in Florida for Spring Break and at a bar where Mariah had already made Sandra compete in a wet -t-shirt contest. Sandra was quite drunk when Mariah surprised her yet again.

"Which girl here do you want to lick?" Mariah asked.

"P-p-pardon," Sandra stammered.

"Choose a girl," Mariah repeated. "Any girl."

"I pick you," Sandra wisely played.

"Aaaah, how cute," Mariah purred. "But tonight I am offering your expertise to the girl of your choosing."

"But...." Sandra protested, sobering up quickly.

"Shhhhhhh, pick a girl," Mariah instructed.

"Do I have to?" Sandra asked like a shy school-girl.

"Yes," Mariah answered. "Choose, now."

Sandra scanned the room, wondering who she could choose who would reject her. Seeing a chubby blonde, with glasses and with a guy, who seemed unlikely to take her up on the ridiculous offer. Sandra sighed and pointed, "The chubby blonde."

"The nerdy chick?" Mariah asked, confirming.

"Sure," Sandra agreed, confident in her choice.

Mariah stood up and left Sandra alone. Sandra watched as her Mistress joined the couple and chatted for a couple of minutes. All three of them looked at her, which made Sandra quickly look away.

Mariah returned a couple of minutes later and revealed, "Would you believe they are siblings?"

"Really?" Sandra asked, a bit deflated as she glanced over to the table and saw the girl was gone.

"Really, really," Mariah smiled before adding, "Go to the washroom right now. She will be waiting for you in a stall."

"She's gay?" Sandra asked.

"Nope, but I told her that you are the best cunt-licker there is and that she wouldn't have to return the favor," Mariah explained, adding, "after that she was game. Her brother would like to fuck you, if you are interested."

"God, no," Sandra replied.

"So just pussy and no cock," Mariah asked.

"Is there a third option?" Sandra asked.

"Go now, slut," Mariah ordered.

Sandra gave one last plea with her eyes before standing up and nervously going to the bathroom where she would bring the unnamed stranger to two orgasms in the girls' washroom.

Now some twenty years later, Sandra felt a crazy sense of déjà vu as Mariah instructed, "Go to the washroom upstairs and wait for her."

"Yes, Mistress," Sandra replied, strangely not nervous about what she was expected to do. She couldn't even begin to count how many pussies she had pleasured in random bathrooms during her college years. As she climbed the stairs, she recalled how she became addicted to eating strangers' pussies during her junior year of college. She was like an alcoholic as she became reliant on it and craved it.

Reaching the bathroom, she feared failure, but entered the washroom eager to taste the pretty brunette.

A few minutes later, after three customers had come and gone, the brunette entered and said, "Don't worry about getting caught, I put an out of order sign on the door."

The brunette entered the stall and asked, "Are you really her slave?"

"Yes, Miss," Sandra answered even though she was twice her age.

"That is fucking crazy," the brunette responded. After a pause, she asked, "So you want to eat my cunt?"

"Yes, Miss," Sandra agreed, a mixture of embarrassment and hunger. The taste of a new cunt had always been thrilling for her after she overcame her early fears.

"Miss, I love that," she said, pulling down her orange shorts, followed by her dark pantyhose and her pink panties down just past her knees.

Sandra could feel her mouth water.

The stranger put one foot on the top of the toilet and presented a hairy pussy to the MILF sub. "Have a hair pie," the brunette offered.

Sandra preferred a shaved, or at least trimmed, cunt, as the hair made the job tougher to do, although she did enjoy how a girl's unique scent was always captured like a bouquet of flowers in the pubic hair. Sandra leaned forward and began licking, searching for a clear path to the girl's pussy lips.

Once she began licking, Sandra was transported back to her college days. Her only goal back then was to give girls pleasure and that was her goal at this exact moment. The girl's strong scent cleared Sandra's senses as she licked and licked. In only a couple of minutes, Sandra felt her head being pulled into the girl's cunt and the Hooters waitress began to rub herself on Sandra's face.

Less than a minute later, Sandra felt her face get coated with the girl's cum as the stranger continued to grind her pussy all over Sandra's face.

Once done, the waitress pulled up her layers of clothing and asked, "How did you end up a slave?"

Her face shiny with cum, Sandra answered, "That is a long, long story."

"Well, if you ever get hungry again," the waitress offered, handing Sandra a card.

Sandra took the card and learned the name of the girl she had just pleasured, the girl's cunt remnants still on her lips.

Back at the table, Mariah had paid the bill and had the twelve pairs of pantyhose she had bargained for, as well as a pair of the tight orange shorts and a Hooters t-shirt extra small. Mariah smiled as yet another naughty idea popped into her head.

8. CUM ON FEEL MY TOYS

The next three days were anti-climactic, as Mariah agreed to let Sandra focus on her big presentation. Mariah continued to compliment Kelly, but was allowing her daughter in training to be a seductress to do most of the dirty work.

Every night Taylor pleasured herself to sleep, making sure to make it obvious to her roommate. Her moans were exaggerated and her toys buzzed. It was Thursday evening, after they had watched Breaking Dawn Part 2 in the Mall theater, that Taylor, getting ready for bed, went to the next level. She went to her suitcase and pulled out a six-inch vibrator. Waving it in front of her like a wand, she asked Kelly, "Do you want to try?"

"What? God, no," Kelly responded, stunned by the question.

"Your loss," she shrugged, "but after a few days of only my fingers and trying to be quiet, I can't hold back any longer. Especially after drooling over Pattinson and Lautner for two hours."

Kelly was shocked. Was Taylor really going to pleasure herself while she was in the room, in the same bed? Kelly had noticed Taylor masturbate the past few days, but ignored it, even though she wanted to do the same. But trying to act cool in front of the worldly girl, she flippantly said, "Go ahead."

Taylor pulled out some other toys and showed, or offered, them to the naive teen. "I also have a tiny bullet, which is more for clit teasing if you wish. Or I have a wi-vibe, which stimulates the clit while also causing sweet vibrations inside if you know what I mean. Then I have another longer vibrator that is for when you really need a big cock." After a brief pause, Taylor said, "Actually I think I will use that right now that I think of it."

Kelly was flustered, unaccustomed to such frank conversation.

Taylor seeing the teen overwhelmed, she pulled out a strap-on and acted as if it was an accident. "Oops, this is for girl on girl play." She quickly tossed it back in her toy box just adding one more tidbit of information to her prey.

Kelly was stunned. Was Taylor a lesbian? Based on her drooling for Taylor Lautner at the movie she surely couldn't be.

"Then I also have a dildo for wide stretching and some toys for anal play," Taylor finished, the sexual assault with the plethora of sex toy options complete, although she didn't bring out the other half which included handcuffs, blindfolds, a double-ended dildo, nipple clamps, anal beads and various other toys.

"Have you used all those?" Kelly asked, not even able to fathom how most would fit inside her, or how a teenager could have such a massive collection of toys.

"Of course," Taylor smiled, reaching into her box and tossing a small pink vibe at Kelly. "Here, this is a starter toy."

"I couldn't," Kelly protested, although her vagina was tingling for attention.

"You can and you will," Taylor responded, with just a hint of authority.

Kelly grabbed the small toy, curiosity getting the best of her.

Taylor got naked and slipped under the covers, turning on her toy and asking, "Come join me."

Kelly was frozen as she heard the buzzing, followed by a moan Kelly assuming the toy had slipped inside the blonde's vagina.

Taylor continuing the soft push, moaned, "Kelly, stop being a prude. You have no idea what a real orgasm is like until you fuck yourself with a toy."

Kelly couldn't resist the growing temptation, even though she thought it weird to do so in the same bed as another girl. Although she had got herself off in a hotel room while sharing a bed during basketball season last year.

Kelly got into bed, still dressed, modesty still an issue, particularly when compared to the blonde perfection beside her. Under the covers she pulled her pajama bottoms and panties down tentatively while the growing sounds of pleasure beside her got her excited.

Looking at the toy, Kelly turned the bottom piece and was startled by the power.

Taylor opened her eyes and softly whisper-moaned, "Go ahead, gorgeous, fuck yourself."

Kelly blushed, but wanting to be a woman like Taylor, she obeyed, moving the toy to her wet vagina. As soon as it touched her clit, an electric bolt of electricity pulsed through her body. Suddenly controlled by a lust she had never felt, a desperate desire for more, she opened her legs and allowed the vibrating toy to slip inside her. "Aaaaaaaah," she involuntarily moaned, the feeling inside her so different from her fingers. The pulsing sensations had her head a muddled mess in seconds and she completely forgot that just inches away was another girl.

Taylor smiled to herself as she listened to the sexual awakening of the young innocent.

Kelly, feeling her orgasm building in only a couple of minutes, began to quickly pump the small toy in and out of her vagina forgetting there was someone in the bed with her. Her moans increased, louder than they ever did with her fingers as the pleasure the toy was bringing caused sensations the young girl didn't know existed. With the dam about to burst, she let out a scream, "Oh god, yeeeeeeeeees."

Taylor turned on her side and watched the facial expressions of the pet-to-be, as watching a woman in the throes of an orgasm was the sexiest thing in the world. Taylor wanted to just lean in and kiss her, but she refrained, knowing going outside the plan her Mom had laid out would lead to a punishment.

Kelly couldn't believe she had waited this long for such an intense pleasure. The orgasm spread through her like wildfire, captivating every inch of her body and her mind. The quivering sensations seemed to keep coming in a nerve-ending wave after wave.

Taylor pumped her own toy in her cunt, desperate to come herself. Watching the adorable sweetheart come was the final straw for her as well, and she screamed, "Oh fuck I'm comiiiiiiiiing!"

Kelly suddenly remembering she wasn't alone, opened her eyes in fear and was face to face with an orgasming Taylor. She watched the blonde girl's red cheeks, and sweet smile as the orgasm pulsed through her. Kelly had never considered another woman sexy until this moment. Sure, she knew when a girl was attractive, but never had a girl seemed sexy to her. As Taylor opened her eyes and smiled directly at her, Kelly turned away, embarrassed to be caught watching.

Taylor comforted, "Its ok, sexy. Masturbation is natural although if you thought that felt amazing, wait until someone eats that pussy of yours." Taylor stood up before Kelly could respond and said, "I think I need a quick shower to cool off."

Taylor gone, Kelly had time to replay what had just occurred. She had just pleasured herself with a toy with another girl in her bed. The thought shocked her and yet excited her too, which she couldn't explain, but blamed the vibrator that was still teasing her. She pulled it out so she could think straight again, even as small spasms of pleasure continued to course through her body. She was surprised at how great a toy could feel and was really curious what it would feel like to have someone lick down below.

Taylor, naked, stood up from the bed and said as she grabbed her robe, "By the way, beautiful, that toy is yours to keep."

"Thanks, are you sure?" Kelly replied, secretly excited to be able to use this again whenever she would like.

"Actually, feel free to use anything that strikes your fancy in my toy box, girlfriend," Taylor offered, before returning to the bathroom.

Kelly was curious what else was in the toy box, but resisted the temptation to look.

9. DAUGHTER LICK ME ONE MORE TIME

By Friday Sandra was an exhausted mess. Left alone by Mariah to work on her presentation, Sandra worked long hours. These long hours mixed with the Ben Wa balls residing permanently in her pussy had driven her to the brink of insanity. She was tired and horny, and wasn't sure she would be able to make it much longer without coming. She already had sixteen more punishments to endure (the first being wearing the balls in the first place, the second being ordered to pleasure the Hooters waitress), so what was one day?

The Thursday presentation went remarkably well and she was now going to be sent to Toronto for a presentation with the owner next Thursday. If Sandra could officially get this client to hire her firm exclusively, the long sought after promotion would be hers.

Arriving home Friday, she was expecting some sort of training by Mariah. Mariah had kept her word and left Sandra alone all week, but promised this weekend she was all hers. Secondly, Kelly was gone for a track meet in Calgary and wouldn't get home till Sunday.

Opening the door, she heard Mariah's soft moans in the living room. Sandra stopped and wondered who else could be here? Or was Mariah pleasuring herself?

Sandra didn't have long to consider what was making Mariah moan for long as Mariah beckoned. "Slut, get your ass in here."

As expected, Sandra slipped out of her heels, lowered herself onto all fours and began crawling to her Mistress. As she reached the living room she stopped suddenly as she realized that someone was between Mariah's legs.




Like Mommy, Like Daughter



Mariah, seeing her sub stop, snapped, "Get over here, slut! We had to start without you."

'We?' Sandra pondered, as she continued the slow crawl to her Mistress, praying the unknown girl between Mariah's legs wasn't someone she knew or knew her.

As Sandra reached the lesbian scene already in action, she saw the blonde hair and briefly wondered if it was Taylor between her own Mother's legs. Sandra noticed the thigh high stockings as well, but concluded that sex with her own daughter was even too extreme for Mariah. As was often the case when Sandra concluded something was too extreme for Mariah she was wrong.

Sandra flashed back to another shocking time:

In her sophomore year, things were pretty clear in their sub-domme relationship for Sandra. She was in love with her Mistress and had become a very loyal, obedient sub. Sandra came home one night after volleyball to find Mariah on the couch with someone between her legs. She was devastated. Although their relationship was unorthodox, Sandra believed they were in a faithful lesbian relationship (minus the guys Mariah brought home on occasion). Sandra felt betrayed and she literally could feel her heart breaking.

Mariah smiled at her clearly hurt sub and said, "My pet, you will always be my favorite, but variety is the spice of life. Now get over here and lick Professor Wilson."

"P-p-professor Wilson?" Sandra asked, shocked to the core with who was assumedly on her knees and licking Mariah. Professor Wilson was their Psychology professor in her early fifties. She was pretty, a bit chubby, with massive breasts that the male students drooled over every day.

"Yes," Mariah confirmed, "and she is a damn fine pussy-pleaser."

Sandra remained staring trying to figure out how Professor Wilson ended up where she currently was.

Mariah reading her pet's mind explained, "Wondering how I ended up getting the Professor to eat my cunt, my pet?"

Sandra nodded, watching the scene with a growing sense of jealousy.

"Pretty simple," Mariah began. "It was obvious she was a dyke by the way she always was checking you and me out. Oh sure, she thought she was being subtle, but she wasn't."

Sandra couldn't believe that her Professor was checking her out.

"So after class last week, I walked in and asked bluntly if she was hungry for my cunt. She feigned innocence, but a few minutes later, her door was locked and she was on her knees dining on my cunt. Isn't that right, Professor?" 

The Professor looked up, her face red with shame, and admitted, "Yes, ma'am that is correct."

"And you love eating my cunt, don't you?" Mariah questioned.

"Yes, Mistress Mariah," the embarrassed Professor agreed, refusing to look at Sandra.

"And you are going to be our pet for the rest of the year, aren't you, Professor?" Mariah asked, revealing yet another surprise.

Professor answered, her voice almost a whisper, "Yes, Mistress Mariah."

Sandra was in awe at the power Mariah had over the Professor even though based on how easily she had fallen under Mariah's hypnotic charm, it shouldn't have come as too much of a surprise.

"Go crawl to Sandra and offer her your services," Mariah ordered.

The Professor crawled the few steps to the still standing Sandra and looking up asked, "May I eat your cunt, Mistress Sandra?"

Sandra was flabbergasted at hearing the word 'Mistress' referring to her. She looked to her own Mistress who nodded in confirmation that this was her next task also. Looking back down, the Professor looking so eager and sexy from her submissive position had Sandra's pussy on fire. Sandra asked, horny but still the sweet person she always had been, "You sure? You don't have to."

The Professor replied, surprising Sandra again, "Yes, Mistress Sandra, I want to lick your cunt. I want to be your teacher slave." The professor began untying Sandra's shoes.

Sandra allowed herself to be undressed out of her volleyball gear. The Professor stayed on her knees as she took off Sandra's socks and shorts. Sandra was no longer allowed to wear panties. The Professor extended herself up and began licking Sandra's pussy. The Professor was a very experienced cunt-licker, and had Sandra on the brink of orgasm in only a few minutes even from her awkward standing position.

Sandra, not one to use profanity, couldn't control herself as she grabbed her Professor's head and pulled it deep inside her. Sandra rubbed her Professor's face up and down on her cunt until she screamed, "Oh fuck, yes, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!"

The rest of their sophomore year, Professor Wilson was an eager sub to both Sandra and Mariah until she left the school at the end of the school year. For Sandra it was a confusing year as she never understood her place in her relationship with Mariah. It was clear Mariah was in charge, but ...

"Get your paws on the couch, my pet. I want you to watch," Mariah instructed, with a devious smile.

Sandra obeyed the strange demand, curious to see who was behind Mariah's red stocking-clad legs. Once her 'paws' were on the couch, she got a very good look at who was between her Mistress' legs.

Mariah asked, "Surprised?"

"Yes, Mistress, this is incest," Sandra answered, watching in voyeuristic awe the sight of a daughter licking her mother.

"Yes, it is, my pet, but I bet your slut box is already leaking from watching, isn't it?" Mariah confidently predicted.

Sandra couldn't deny her pussy was soaked, but it had been all week because of the two silver balls bouncing around. "Yes, but it is these damn balls that are driving me crazy."

"And that fact that you haven't come for a week," Mariah added.

Sandra agreed, unable to take her eyes off Taylor eagerly licking her mother, "Yes, Mistress, that is also driving me crazy."

"A penny for your thoughts," Mariah said.

Sandra had a trillion thoughts rocketing through her head, but the main one was what she was currently witnessing. Sandra admitted, "I just can't believe you are committing incest."

"You will be too soon," Mariah promised.

"Pardon?" Sandra gasped.

"Pardon, what?" Mariah asked, knowing she must be consistent while retraining her sub.

"Pardon, Mistress Mariah," Sandra corrected herself, hiding the annoyance she felt at being corrected.

"Well, it is the next natural step," Mariah answered as if that explained everything.

"It is very unnatural," Sandra protested, determined suddenly that she must now stand up for herself and her pure daughter.

Mariah's tone shifted slightly as she let out a moan and scolded her daughter, "Slut, slow down, Mommy isn't ready yet."

"Yes, Mistress Mommy," Taylor mumbled in return, her face never leaving her Mother's delicious nectar.

Turning back to her bewildered pet, she explained, "You see there is a very clear hierarchy here now. I am the Queen and everybody here is to serve my every whim. Taylor here is the princess, so everybody other than her Queen Mistress is here to serve her without question. The only question that does exist is who is third in line. Is it you my slut? Will your pretty daughter become your pet or will you become hers?"

Sandra, defiant in a way she never had before, ever, suddenly stood up and said, "That is not going to happen."

Mariah smiled, her tone hinting at being impressed, "Is my pet standing up to her Mistress?"

Sandra wavered only briefly, realizing the consequences of her defiance if she lost would be brutal, "Yes, I am. I can't let you seduce my daughter and I will never allow myself to commit the act of incest."

Mariah sighed dramatically. "I really thought we were past this."

Sandra's tone shifted from strong to pleading as she felt Mariah's disappointment and guilt hit her. "Mistress, please, this is asking too much."

"Have I ever guided you wrong?" Mariah asked.

Sandra considered this point. As she reflected back to the many humiliating moments in her life, each had ended up bringing her pleasure beyond what she could imagine. Even being forced to be pregnant had ended well with the birth of Kelly.

Mariah tapped the couch, instructing without words, for Sandra to sit back down.

Sandra was in a quagmire of epic proportions. She was willing and eager to resume to submitting to Mariah, knowing deep down that was the only time that she was sexually free, ironically when she had no say. Yet, she couldn't commit incest, she couldn't assist in the corruption of her daughter.

Hesitantly, she sat down beside Mariah, visibly shaking.

Mariah, who knew when to be aggressive, knew when to dominate and knew when to be caring, spoke softly. "Sandra, I love you and I assume you love me."

Sandra nodded. "Yes, I love you, Mariah."

"And I need you as much as you need me," Mariah explained.

Sandra was surprised. "You need me?"

"Of course," Mariah smiled, so tender, "like you, I have been lost these past eighteen years. I tried to replace you, I tried to let you go, but the reality is you have been irreplaceable."

Sandra's whole defensive front melted away at hearing the words she had been craving all these years. "Thank you," Sandra said, all she could muster as tears began to stream down her face.

Mariah leaned over and Sandra followed suit and they were locked in a tender kiss. Mariah breaking the kiss, said, "I am going to reward you for being such a good girl by letting you come tonight."

"Really?" Sandra asked, a chill of excitement at allowing the week long teasing come to fruition.

"Yes, my pet, but I've got to come first," Mariah moaned, her daughter's tongue doing wonders.

Shifting from soft and sensitive to direct and dominant, she ordered, "Get me off daughter-slut."

Taylor, who had listened to the whole bizarre conversation, obeyed, shifting from slow teasing to fast licking.

Sandra watched in perverse shock, her pussy unable to deny what it was doing to her.

Mariah, close to orgasm, grabbed her daughter's head and began pushing it back and forth onto her cunt. It was Mariah's signature move when she wanted a super orgasm. Each push forward was like a spank.

Taylor desperately attempted to lick while her face was literally being pounded by her mother's pussy.

Sandra watched the incestuous moment of raw heat with mixed emotions. Incest was morally wrong, yet watching it live, in its rawest carnal form, had Sandra desperate to come.

Sandra flashed back to the first time Mariah roughly used Sandra's face:

It had been two months after her submission to Mariah had begun and she pleasured her roommate at least once a day (except when Aunt Ruby visited), as Mariah believed practice makes perfect.

Sandra was getting better at knowing when and where the trigger spots were for her lovely blonde roommate and loved nothing more than to hear the moans of pleasure rise, the legs stiffen and the scream echo when Mariah came because of her tongue. This time Mariah's moans were louder than usual, her breathing heavier than usual and suddenly Mariah grabbed Sandra by both sides of the head and began to use Sandra's face as a cock. She pulled the surprised submissive back and forth, each forward pull having Sandra's face crash into her Mistresses' wetness. Mariah's screams exploded and after less than thirty seconds of the facial pounding, Mariah jettisoned an explosive spray of cum from her cunt, coating Sandra's face.

"Fuuuuuuuck, yes baby, fuck Mommy's cunt like a gooooood giiiiiiirl," Mariah screamed as her cum exploded out of her. These orgasms were always the most intense for her and led to excessive squirting.

Taylor loved the taste of her mother's juices and opened her mouth wide knowing the squirting was coming and caught most of it.

Once done, a couple of minutes later, Mariah still breathing erratically, ordered, "Taylor my slut, go get the box of toys."

"Yes, Mistress Mommy," Taylor eagerly obeyed, standing up her face shiny with her Mother's juice. Looking at Sandra, her smile widened, "Hi, my slut."

Sandra knowing what was expected, replied, "Hi, Mistress Taylor."

"Did you enjoy the show?" Taylor asked.

Mariah interrupted, "Go get the fucking toys, slut."

"S-s-sorry, Mommy," Taylor apologized, instantly shifting from power to sub in seconds, before rushing off to get the toys requested.

Mariah looked into Sandra's eyes and asked, "You know I know what is best for you, right?"

"Yes, Mistress," Sandra agreed without hesitation, knowing that deep down she always ended up loving whatever Mariah made her do, no matter how uncomfortable, how taboo or how humiliating.

"Good, so there will be no more questioning, will there?" Mariah questioned.

"I will obey," Sandra agreed submissively, knowing she didn't have the strength to fight the powerful Mistress nor did she want to deep down. She wanted to be able to shut off her brain and be obedient, like she used to be.

"Always?" Mariah questioned.

Sandra agreed, accepting whatever consequences might lie ahead. "Always, Mistress Mariah."

"Hmmmmmmmm," Mariah pondered, considering releasing Sandra from her invisible binds that restricted her from orgasm. "You have been a very good girl so far." After a brief pause, Mariah shifted back to the dominatrix she really was. "Now back on the floor like a good pet."

Sandra returned to her earlier position on the floor with her hands on the couch.

Mariah stood up as Taylor returned to the room with a large box.

She smiled, promising Sandra exactly what she wanted, the literal meaning not yet obvious, "Now I am really going to fuck the shit out of you."

10. TWO OUT OF THREE IS GOOD!

"Get me the Slim Shady," Mariah ordered.

Taylor put the box of kink on the coffee table and reached in for the slim strap-on, perfect for ass fucking. Taylor walked to her Mother and like a good servant wordlessly put the fucktoy on her mistress mother.

Once on, Mariah said, "Put one on yourself, Taylor, it's time you finally got to use your birthday present."

"Yes, Mistress Mommy," Taylor said thrilled to finally be able to fuck her bitch. Wanting to show the MILF slut who was boss, she grabbed what had become known as the pile driver, a nine-inch long and thick black strap-on dildo.

As Taylor put on the big cock, Mariah quipped, "Is my daughter trying to overcompensate for something?"

Taylor retorted, "I just want my first time with my new plaything to be memorable."

"Oh, that it will be," Mariah promised. "Take the balls out of her first, Taylor."

Taylor went behind the fine assed submissive and lifting up the slut's skirt and quickly pulled out the balls rather roughly, causing Sandra to release a small yelp from being so harshly treated.

Taylor, turning from daughter sub to teenage Mistress, ordered, "Slut, get undressed!"

Sandra obediently obeyed the teenage goddess, her wet cunt doing all her thinking for her.

Once naked, except her beige thigh high stockings, she resumed her position.

Mariah asked, "When was your last ass-fuck, slut?"

Sandra admitted, her body tingling with the thought of a cock in her ass, "Not since I left."

Mariah chuckled, "You really just quit cold turkey. You used to love your ass filled."

"Yes, Mistress, I avoided anything that would remind me of my past," Sandra explained.

"Do you want your slut ass filled?" Taylor interjected.

"My body is yours to do with as you please Mistress," Sandra answered, willingly giving herself over lock, stock and barrel to the two Mistresses.

Taylor sat on the couch beside where Sandra was, her cock sticking straight up and ordered, "Let's see how my slut sucks cock."

Sandra moved between her young Mistress's stocking-clad legs and went directly to the plastic cock. (She had sucked a few cocks these past eighteen years, as it had become pretty much expected by date two). Yet, it had been almost a year since her last date and sexual encounter. She opened her mouth and started by swirling her tongue round the head.

Taylor ordered, "You are not making love to my cock, slut, you are getting it nice and wet for that slut box of yours. Now suck it like the whore you are."

Sandra felt a slight tinge of humiliation at being treated so harshly by an eighteen year old, but obeyed the order as she began to bob up and down on the big thick cock. Sandra was a great cocksucker and easily got into a decent rhythm even with such an absurdly big cock.

"That's better," Taylor purred, "I can't wait to watch you do that with some real cock."

Sandra shivered at the promise Taylor no doubt planned to keep.

A minute or two later, Taylor ordered, "Straddled my cock slut."

Taking the plastic cock out of her mouth, Sandra replied, "Yes, Mistress Taylor," and quickly and eagerly climbed onto the big cock. Already very wet, she lowered herself slowly onto the enormous fake cock. The cock widened her long neglected cunt and she moaned, "Aaaaaah, shit."

"That's it slut, take it all," Taylor smiled, watching her slut's facial expression, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Slowly but surely Sandra did take it all and couldn't remember a time her cunt felt so full.

Feeling hands on her ass, she instinctively leaned forward, used to being double penetrated by Mariah.

Sandra flashed back to her last year of college:

By now, Sandra had been trained to take a cock in her ass and needed it to reach the most intense of orgasms.

Mariah regularly fucked her ass and Sandra had found with ultimate submission comes ultimate pleasure. Sandra always came hardest when her ass was being fucked...hard. The ultimate taboo was so naughty that it freed Sandra in ways her submission never had completely in her first three years.

The morning of Sandra's first DP started as it often did with a vague innuendo from Mariah. "Tonight I have something very special in mind for you."

"I can't wait, Mistress," Sandra replied, a tingle instantly hitting below.

"Me either," Mariah smiled, her tone hinting at something new.

All day Sandra wondered what her Mistress had in store for her. When she returned home, her pussy on fire all day with anticipation, so addicted to submission as she had been conditioned to be, she was surprised to see another girl with Mariah.

Mariah, her tone powerful, ordered, "Get in position, slut!"

Sandra's face went ruby red at the thought of being humiliated in front of a stranger, but she began undressing.

As Sandra undressed, Mariah explained, "You see Alexandra, it takes time but a good pet can be conditioned to obey without hesitation."

"I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself," the short, chubby but pretty brunette replied, clearly impressed.

Sandra's face was burning red as her last piece of clothing was discarded, leaving her only in her standard thigh high stockings. She then fell to her knees and began crawling to her still clothed Mistress. Once arriving at Mariah's stocking-clad feet she waited for further instructions.

"Good girl," Mariah complimented, before instructing, "Now lick my feet."

"Yes, Mistress Mariah," Sandra replied burning in shame and bending down to lick her Mistress's stocking-clad foot.

"Wow," a still stunned Alexandra gasped, watching the submissive act.