5 comments/ 54061 views/ 16 favorites One Spring Day Ch. 01 By: daughterof1917 It was a lovely spring day, and I was fortunate enough to have the day off work. Never one to pass up such a golden opportunity, I decided to head down to the coffee shop just down the street from my house. I made sure to check my outfit in the full-length mirror in my bedroom before leaving; I'd decided to wear a loose black skirt that hung down just past my knees and a plain, oversized red t-shirt. I usually wore larger shirts to hide my large breasts, since I didn't need men staring into my cleavage all day. I pulled my red hair back into a loose ponytail and bounced out the door and down the street. Fortunately for me the coffee shop was sparsely populated and I was easily able to find a seat on the patio after ordering my latte. I sat down in one of the cushioned metal chairs outside, stretched out with my eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling of the late morning sun on my skin. With my head leaned back, I let out a little content sigh and opened my eyes... and had to stifle a surprised yelp in my throat as I saw a woman standing right above me. I quickly sat upright, my heart quickly thumping in my chest. "Oh gosh, I am so sorry! I didn't see you there!" I said apologetically to the woman. Looking her over, she seemed to be quite striking (though I am far from interested in women). She had short cropped dark hair, combed to the side. Her skin tone was very pale, and the dark slacks and blouse that she wore only made it appear all the paler. "I wouldn't imagine you would have with your eyes closed." She replied with a smile, jesting with me. As she spoke, her green eyes fixated on mine... staring, for far too long. I was going to say something, but I couldn't quite find the words; her gaze sent a chill down my spine. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally blinked and looked away. "You would like for me to join you?" she asked, looking to the empty chair across from me. Something about this woman creeped me out. Perhaps it was the way she stared at me, or the way she almost insisted she sit with me. Whatever it was, I did NOT want her hanging around with me. "I would like for you to join me, yes!" It was with total surprise that I found those words cheerfully coming from my mouth. My eyes widened, though my lips were curved in a smile. This strange woman looked amused as she slid down into the chair next to me, pulling it way too close for comfort. I wanted to scoot away... or, better yet, just get up and leave. But even though every instinct was telling me to get out of dodge, I couldn't find the willpower to make my limbs move. As she sat, she once again fixed her eyes on mine and stared intently. Even though my mind felt a little cloudy the longer she stared at me, I couldn't bring myself to look away. There was something hypnotizing, mesmerizing about her stare. "Tell me what brings you here today." her voice, smooth as silk, asked me. I didn't want to answer... something about the way she commanded me to tell her, rather than asking bothered me. Oh, who am I kidding? The whole situation bothered me. Once again, however, my mind reeled in total shock as I answered completely against my will. "Well, it was such a nice day I couldn't pass up the opportunity to sit outside and get a little reading done." I was smiling at her again, though my eyes were still widened in shock. I watched her lips curve up into a smile, though something about it sent a chill down my spine. "And since I live just a couple of blocks away, I thought it would be fun to get a little exercise walking here." I shuddered on the inside as I divulged all of this to a stranger. I didn't even know her name, or she mine, and I was telling her I lived within walking distance. I couldn't wait for this to be over, whatever was going on, so I could go home and forget this morning ever happened. But this stranger showed no signs of leaving me alone. She kept asking me questions ... well, no. Asking wasn't quite the word. It was more like she was commanding me to tell her something that she wanted to know. All the while she kept fixing that intent gaze on me, leaving me feeling foggy and strange. At some point during our "conversation", I noticed that her hand had found its way onto my knee. As I proceeded to tell her everything she wanted to know about my personal life, my boyfriend and my job her hand began to slowly caress its way up from my knee. The tips of her fingers caressed the bare flesh of my inner lower thigh, moving in slow circles. My eyes darted down to her hand, staring at it with worry in my eyes. The very thought of her rubbing my leg made my very flesh crawl, and I wanted to do nothing more than get up and run away. But I just couldn't force myself to get away from her. Maybe she saw the concerned look on my face, or the way I was staring in horror as she played with my thigh, but she leaned in close to me and whispered, "Don't worry, you love it." And almost immediately my body's responses to her touch changed, despite my mind screaming the contrary. I found her touch on my leg to be tingling, almost tickling, as it raised tiny goose bumps in the trail of her fingers. And God help me, I felt a small pulse of pleasure in my pussy too. Biting my lower lip, I stifled a moan. All of this just served to amuse my tormenter even further. Though my body was betraying me, my mind frantically attempted to process what was going on. I had no idea who this woman was, or why she seemed to have control over my every outward action. I didn't even know why she selected me, out of everybody that she could have picked. I was no lesbian, and the fact that her caressed were turning me on made me want to weep. But instead, I sat in my chair and let her rub my thigh. After a good hour of this, all the while fighting my inner embarrassment at the looks we were receiving, she finally stopped her teasing. "My darling, it is time to go." Finally! Still horrified, I breathed a sigh of relief. This woman had her fun, and my short-lived nightmare was over. "Take me to your house." She commanded, the softness of her tone fully gone. My heart sunk at the words. I was prepared to stand, to tell her off and run as fast in the opposite direction as my feet would take me... but I found I wasn't in control of my actions. I smoothly rose from my chair and lead this strange woman the few blocks to my house. I could feel her eyes burning into my back with every step we took. What was normally a short walk felt as if it took forever, and I dreaded every foot that brought her closer to my home. I reached the front door and unlocked the front door, holding it open for her. She brushed past me without a word as she walked into my living room, looking around. She seemed to be inspecting my house, my possessions. "Close and lock the door, then come and sit on the sofa," she commanded me without even turning to look at me. Oddly enough, I wasn't sure if being commanded or not being looked at while she did it offended me more. I did as I was told, and lowered myself onto the sofa. I sat there in silence as she walked around the first floor of my house. Finally, she came and sat next to me. Without a word, she placed her hand on the inside of my thigh once more, gently caressing the inside of my leg. In the smallest act of defiance I could manage, I kept my thighs closed tightly together. Much to my disappointment, she only smiled as she found resistance for her hand. "Naughty, naughty little girl." She pulled her hand back, keeping it in her lap. "You have to know by now that I can make you do anything I wish." Her tone was condescending, as if scolding a bad pet. I wanted to punch her; instead, I sat stoically still. She heaved an overly dramatic sigh and said, "Naughty girl, pull that skirt of yours up around your waste and spread your legs. Act like you enjoy it, too." She seemed to smirk as she added the ending, almost as an afterthought. My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as I found my hands obeying of their own whim. I tried as hard as I could to fight her command, but I couldn't even slow myself as I lifted my ass and bunched my skirt around my waist. I found myself moaning for her as I revealed my simple white panties to her; I ran my hands up and down my thighs as I slowly spread my legs for her. She was grinning. The bitch was grinning at my suffering. My eyes watched her reaction to me, and I knew full well she enjoyed every second of my humiliation. "There's a good little Naughty Girl," she said to me in that condescending tone. She put her fingers back on the inside of my thigh and ran them all the way up and down, completely unopposed with my legs bring spread. She leaned against me as she did; I could feel her breath on my neck while she teased me. Unfortunately, she'd never changed her command after telling me to love her rubbing. I wanted to cry as my pussy grew increasingly wet - a fact she was not oblivious to. "Oh, naughty girl." She said, looking from my crotch to my face with a mock surprise, "I think you enjoy this more than you want to admit!" Her fingers began to move from my thigh, slowly, to the crotch of my panties. She rubbed two fingers over the small, but growing, wet spot with a disturbing amount of joy. Quickly her fingers began to press against my covered, aroused sex. I couldn't believe I was just sitting here allowing this woman to caress my pussy! As her fingers pressed harder and rubbed quicker against the soaked material of my panties, she looked to me and said, "My little naughty girl, I'll give you permission to speak freely for the time being - but only to answer my questions, and that is all you have permission to do. And you will -not- call for help, are we understood?" I nodded meekly. "Good girl." She sat as she stopped rubbing my pussy, but gently patting it with both words. Her fingers were coated with my juices, and she casually wiped them clean across the front of my shirt. "Are we having fun yet, my dear?" "No!" I said as sternly as I could, with my will finally returning to my voice at least. "I don't know how, or why, you're doing this to me. I'm not a lesbian, and I have a boyfriend! Please, please just leave me alone. I promise I won't tell anybody about this. I swear!" It all just blurted out of my mouth in a rush. I attempted to yell, but found that my voice wouldn't go above a normal volume. She just reached out with her hand and gently stroked my cheek with her fingers. "Oh, my dear. I know you won't tell anybody... because I won't let you. But I won't be letting you go, no. I'm having too much fun. And from the look of things," she looked down to the soaked crotch of my panties, "so are you." Once again, I flushed with embarrassment as she reminded me that I was sitting with my legs lewdly spread and horribly aroused. "But how are you doing this? You don't even know who I am, my name! I've never seen you before in my life..." "I don't need to know your name, and you don't need to know mine. From now on, you won't need a name around me. And you can just call me Mistress. Now, I can tell you're a fairly bright woman. As you can tell, I have certain... gifts, shall we call them. Take off your panties." She slipped her command suddenly at the end. I was powerless to obey. My hands went to the waistband of my underwear and slowly peeled them down, cringing as they stuck to the wetness of my crotch. I let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. "Very good pet!" She exclaimed. She once more moved her hand up my thigh, with her fingers heading straight for my exposed sex. She wasted no time running the tips of her fingers along my slit, teasingly plunging them in and out of my opening. "Now, my pet," she said as she pressed further into me. I moaned despite myself. "You will always obey me. You will always respond to my touches and my wishes. You will never, ever try to harm me, or yourself. Nor will you try to run away or tell anybody about this. And maybe if you're a good girl, I'll let you speak freely more often. But until then, you'll just speak when I tell you too. Like a good little slave, right?" Her commands began to sink in, each and every one of them... and I was powerless to fight it. I nodded a yes to her question, too afraid to speak... too afraid of what might come out of my mouth. All I could do is moan as she plunged her fingers more and more rapidly into my exposed cunt. "Remove the shirt." she said, not bothering to look away from my pussy. Numbly, I felt my fingers grab the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it aside. It was then that Mistress looked up, her eyes widening a bit. "My goodness," she said, staring at my chest, "Your tits are quite a bit larger than I thought they would be. What size are you?" "38D!" I responded in that sickeningly chipper voice from earlier, complete with a smile. "Lucky me," she practically purred at me. "Remove the bra. From now on, you will not wear clothing in the home." She paused, and added as an afterthought, "Oh, yes. And before I forget. Never, ever cum without my permission." Her eyes seemed to twinkle with mischief as she said it. My heart sunk, but my fingers quickly complied in unsnapping the simple white bra, allowing my heavy breasts to bounce free. Suddenly, Mistress withdrew her fingers from me... which elicited an embarrassingly loud groan of disappointment from my mouth. This fact made her laugh. "Pet, go to the kitchen and retrieve a glass." I instantly obeyed, rising to walk to the kitchen completely nude except for my tennis shoes. I flushed bright red as my tits jiggled obscenely while I walked. I knew she was staring at them as I left, and when I came back. As I handed it to her, she made a motion to me with her free hand. "Kneel, girl. I don't want you to become too used to sitting on my furniture." I wanted to scream at her, to tell her that this was my house with my things. But instead, I gave a meek "Yes Mistress," and sunk down to my knees in front of her, with my legs spread out as she had told me before. "You will notice I've made a few other changes, much more... subtle ones." She smiled, and I didn't like the look on her face as she said it. "Go on, and finish fingering yourself." I obeyed with gusto; the disturbing part was that I didn't know if I obeyed because I had to, or because I so desperately sought relief after her teasing. My fingers went to work on myself, two plunging inside of my tight hole with my thumb worked mercilessly on my clit. I was already close to the edge from all that she had done, but no matter how hard I finger fucked myself I just couldn't cum. That's when it dawned on me that she had forbid me to cum without permission. My eyes looked pleadingly to her. She didn't say a word, but the look on her face told me she knew. She was going to make me ask her, to beg her for my orgasm; just another act of humiliation from my tormenter. I attempted to hold out as long as I could, but I finally spoke with my voice just above a whisper. "Mistress... may I please... cum." I said, panting. "Oh, what was that my pet? I can barely hear you?" She was enjoying herself too much. I bit my bottom lip, trying to summon my courage. "Mistress, may I please cum? Please?" I said between moans. My fingers were now making an audible squishing sound from the wetness of my pussy. "If my little pet wants to cum, I think she'll have to do better than that." My heart lurched. I didn't want to do it, but I was out of control with lust by now. "Please, Mistress. Please let your little slave cum. Please, your fingers got me so wet! Please, please let me cum!" There were tears forming at the edge of my eyes. She then slid down to sit on the floor in front of me and held the empty glass between my thighs, just beneath my pumping fingers. "Well, since you asked so kindly... just this once, cum for Mistress." As soon as the words left her mouth, it was over for me. With a loud moan, the most powerful orgasm of my life hit me. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my pussy. I was gasping, panting for breath and clutching at my bare tits with my free hand. It was while orgasming that I found out what other change she had hinted at. With a powerful spurt, my pussy began to squirt down into the glass that Mistress held. I quickly pulled my hand away and stared in shock as I came, again and again, into the glass. By the time my orgasm had subsided, it was filled nearly to the top with my juices. Slowly, Mistress pulled her the glass away. I could see her hand was soaking wet as well. But she was also breathing heavier, clearly aroused. After a few breaths, she extended her hand to me and simply said, "Drink." My heart lurched. In one sitting, she had changed my body to squirt cum... and then was forcing me to drink the glass full of my juices that I had just fired. Of course, I didn't have a choice. I moaned as she would want me to and raised the glass to my lips, drinking in the clear sweet liquid. I wanted to gag, I wanted to spit it out... but I swallowed every last drop, licking my lips when I was finished. She held her hand out to me, and I knew what she wanted without saying a word. My mouth closed around each finger in turn, sucking my mess from her... licking it from her palm. Once I was finished, she pulled her hand away and looked to me. I knew it was only the beginning. One Spring Day Ch. 02 I awoke with a groan, rubbing my head. For a split second I hoped it was all a bad dream, that I would wake up to find everything back to normal. But as I sat up I found myself nude, sticky and on the floor next to my bed. My bed, which lay empty... leaving me alone in the room. I looked to the window, wanting to open it and fall down to the ground below. To make a mad dash away from this nightmare, even if I was naked. But I knew there was no hope. I slowly got to my feet and headed down the stairs, seeking out my tormenter. She was there, waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs... watching me come down. With a flash of humiliation, I realized she wanted to watch my tits bounce. I wanted nothing more than to cover myself, but her commands kept me from doing anything other than making my tits bounce as much as possible for her. She'd spent the night whispering commands to me, altering my behaviors, telling me what I would and wouldn't be doing from now on. One of the things that I learned was that Mistress, apparently, loved tits. Or, more specifically, she loved MY tits; she'd made that abundantly clear last night, with how much she made me play with them for her. I spent hours kneeling in front of the sofa while she watched television and just idly traced her fingers around them, making me stand up and bend over during commercials so that she could enjoy watching them dangle under me. She forced me, even, to go into the kitchen and pour a bottle of wine that I had been saving into a bowl, only so I could dip my tits into it and let her suck it from my nipples. So it went without saying that Mistress forced me to do everything in my power to make my titties bounce as much as possible. Once I reached the bottom, I immediately dropped to my knees and greeted her in a chipper tone, "Good morning, Mistress!" Though she smiled, there was nothing pleasant in her tone. "Hello pet. I've been looking around my new home. Did you ever bother to clean it?" I opened my mouth to answer her, but she tweaked my right nipple painfully to cut off my reply. "It doesn't matter. What's important is that you'll be doing plenty of that, starting today. I took the liberty of getting out some cleaning supplies for you." She stepped back from me, letting go of my sore tit, and lifted a feather duster that had been sitting on an end table next to her. My body responded immediately by rising and reaching for it, but a painful slap to my breast with the handle stopped me. I looked down, with tears welling in my eyes, as I saw a small welt rise across the pale skin. "Turn around, bend over and touch your toes." Oh no. A knot of dread formed in my stomach, but I found myself turning and reaching down for my toes... my large tits hanging right in front of my face. It seemed an eternity passed, and nothing happened; she was silent behind me. I wanted to look and see if she was still there, but I could do nothing but stare into the cleavage right in front of my eyes. Finally, I heard some rustling behind me. It didn't take long before I found out what she had in mind. I felt tip of the handle press against my ass, and a cold, thick lubricant allowing it to slip inside. I wanted to scream, cry and pull away... but, like the controlled, obedient little slave she had turned me into, I just moaned and wiggled my rear for her delight. I gasped as I felt it press further and further into that tiny little space that had never been violated. It felt like the handle kept sliding in forever, but finally I felt the tickle of feathers on my ass. Mistress just started laughing. She slapped my ass hard, and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "Now you can get to work, pet." She practically hissed the last word. Automatically I stood upright and began to walk around the first floor of my house, totally nude and with a feather duster hanging out of my ass. I just wanted to die. With every surface I came to I leaned over, lifted my rear and began to wiggle the duster across the surface. Though I was knocking the dust off of the tables and shelves, I was managing to knock everything else of as well. It wasn't exactly easy to maneuver a duster that was hanging from my ass; my control was next to none, so every swipe I made would knock something to the floor. Every time I did, Mistress would scold me for being a clumsy pet and would threaten to put the duster in my pussy to see "if I had any better luck". Thankfully it was an idle threat. For a while, Mistress watched and laughed. But, eventually she moved off to something else. I was left to attempt walking with this thing wedged uncomfortably up my ass. I was left on my own for quite some time, dusting the house in the most humiliating way. After what seemed like hours I heard a knock at the front door. My first instinct was to run to the door and pray they would sense something was wrong, and drag me to freedom. But my body was stuck doing this current chore, completely unable to do anything but dust. From where I was, I heard the door open and close and the low talking of two voices heading into the living room. Not even knowledgeable of what was going on in my own home. I tried to sigh, but Mistress's programming of my body turned it into a giggle. After a few minutes, I heard Mistress coming up the stairs and into the room I was working on. She made a motion for me to stop cleaning, which I gratefully complied with; Mistress crossed the room to me, reaching behind me to grab the shaft of the feather duster so that she could pull it slowly, teasingly out of my ass. Despite the humiliation of it, I found myself whimpering with pleasure. Mistress only stood there and smirked, running the tip of the shaft in slow, lazy circles around my anus. "Pet, we have company. Come." She pointed to the stairs. What she didn't realize was that while she was commanding me to follow her, my body thought something entirely different. My breath started coming more rapidly; my nipples instantly hardened into tiny buds. My pussy rapidly became damp, quickly leaking down my thighs. I watched Mistress's eyes grow wide as she realized her mistake, and what was happening. With one final, loud moan I dropped to my knees as my pussy began to spasm, squirting my juices on the floor beneath my. I looked down as I attempted to catch my breath from my instant orgasm and saw a huge, rapidly growing puddle on the hardwood floor. It looked like somebody had dumped a full glass of water on the floor! Her eyes were on it too. For a moment, she didn't speak. Instead, she just stared at the mess I kneeled over. Finally she quietly said to me, "On all fours." Nothing more or less. Instantly I obeyed, my hands dropped down into the sticky-sweet puddle of my cum on the floor. I closed my eyes, awaiting retribution. "Cum." The word hit my ears, and I felt the familiar feeling begin to build once more. Having not fully recovered from my last orgasm, just seconds ago, I was quickly moaning. The tingling in my pussy grew, spreading up my stomach and into my breasts. If I'd had control over my body, I would have been furiously squeezing my sensitive tits right there - despite kneeling naked in front of this woman. Instead, I just remained in my position as I felt the force building in my pussy. Once again, the force of my squirting took me by surprise. The sheer pleasure made my arms buckle, and I ended up face-first in a puddle of my cum; I tasted the sweet liquid on my lips, I willingly sucked it into my mouth. I didn't care, I was in heaven at that moment. I practically screamed my pleasure, or would have if the volume of my voice could rise above normal levels. My pussy began to spray, over and over, in spurts. I heard it hitting the wall that was at least five feet behind me. After what seemed like minutes, I finally stopped squirting and lifted my head. I looked behind me to see the wall was absolutely soaked from what I had done. Then my eyes slowly turned toward Mistress, widening as I saw her leaning against the doorframe openly rubbing her crotch through her pants. She kept it up, watching me watching her, for several minutes before finally withdrawing her hand. I could smell her from here. Finally she said to me, "Darling, join us downstairs. We have company." This time, she was more careful with her words. It took me a few moments to find the strength to stand, and even when I did my legs were still shaky from the two instant orgasms I had just experienced. I slowly made my way down the stairs, making my tits jiggle just the way Mistress wanted. I walked around the corner and into the living room, stopping dead in my tracks as I did. Sitting on the couch was Mistress, looking smugly amused as always. Sitting next to her, to my horror, was Alan... my boyfriend. For the briefest of seconds, the thought that he had come to rescue me came to mind. But that was quickly dispelled as I saw that Mistress had already worked her charms on him. He was sitting next to her with his hand wrapped around his 8 inch cock, casually stoking himself as if it were perfectly natural. I was forced to proceed the rest of the way into the room, and drop to my knees in front of the two of them. He looked to me with his usual pleasant smile and said "Hey baby! Your new friend called me this morning and told me how much fun you were having, and she suggested I come and meet her." I wanted to scream. At her, at him... at the whole situation. But instead, I sat docile with a dripping pussy while he masturbated in front of the two of us. I suppose part of me should have been mad at him, but deep down I knew it wasn't his fault. She'd likely programmed him as soon as he walked in the door. "Pet," Mistress said to me without taking her eyes from Alan's actions, "I talked to your handsome boyfriend this morning and there was something he wanted to tell you. Right Alan?" "Oh, yeah. Thanks for reminding me." He looked back from her down to me, "Your friend thinks it would be a good idea for me to break up with you, so she can have you all to herself. So I think it's a great idea too!" He sounded as if he had just come up with the cure for cancer with all of the cheer in his voice. After he said it, Mistress reached down to the swollen tip of his cock and smeared the pre-cum around the sensitive head. She then looked down to me, still tracing her finger along MY boyfriend's dick while he jerked off. "I know you must be wondering if he's like you, right now. Trapped inside of himself and unable to control it. Right pet?" She asked me. I nodded yes. She continued, "Unfortunately for you love, no. I made your conditioning special, so you would be fully aware of all the changes. It's no fun if my little toy doesn't even know she's humiliating herself." With the combination of Mistress's finger and his pumping fist, I could see that Alan was getting close to cumming. I'd seen that look cross his face many times.. and, with sadness, I wondered to myself if this would be the last. "Unlike you, my dear, I have made sweet Alan here think all of his changes are perfectly normal and not out of the ordinary. That's why he obeys me, right darling?" She said. "Of course! I've always obeyed you." He panted out. She knew he was close, too. I wondered if she would torture him as she had done to me. Her fingers moved down his shaft and bumped his out of the way. Obediently, he stopped stroking off and allowed Mistress to take over. "Slave, press your tits together for us." She said without looking away from Alan. Without a choice, my sticky hands rose and pressed my large, perky breasts together. On instinct, I began to toy with my nipples for her. When she looked down, she seemed to be pleased. "Alan, stand with me." she said, rising to her feet and lead him by the cock until he was right in front of me. I stared directly at his cock, something I had seen many times. This time, I dreaded it. Her hand began to speed up its stroking of his cock. I watched him begin to pant and moan, his idle hands finding her body for support. I watched his member throb and finally beginning to spurt ropes of thick, white cum. The first wave hit me directly in the face, splashing down onto my tits. She didn't slow down her pace, though. She kept furiously pumping his cock as wave after wave of cum sprayed from him, covering my face and tits. She finally slowed down, allowing his still hard cock to shoot a few final loads onto the floor. I sat still, a mess of cum. "Now, darling," she said to Alan, "this will be the last time you see your little girlfriend here. So I want you to remember her as she looks now. Push out all other memories of her except this one... and cum-soaked submissive slut. That's not the kind of girl you want, is it?" I would have gasped if I could have. He shook his head no. "Good boy." she said, patting his hard cock. Mistress then knelt beside me, wiping some of the cum from my right ear as she leaned in to whisper, "I know this breaks your heart, but how can I have you all to myself if there are loose ends out there looking for you, hmm?" She stuck her cum-covered fingers in my mouth, forcing me to suck them clean. "But don't worry, sweetie. I'll make sure no other woman will have him either. Just because I love my little slut pet so much." She sweetly whispered to me. She then stood back up and looked to my now ex-boyfriend. "Alan, let me see that cock of yours one more time." He proudly offered his member into her hand. I watched as she wrapped her small fingers around it and began to move her hand slowly down the shaft. I thought he was getting soft in her palm, but I watched in wonderment as his huge cock began to shrink in her hand. From 8 inches and slowly getting smaller, both in length and in girth. After a few seconds, her hand fully covered it. After she let go, I saw what she had done. His cock, still rock hard, was no longer than 3 inches long, and about as thick as my pinky. Even his balls had begun to shrink to match the size. It looked more like a long clit than a dick. Mistress began to jerk him off again. This time, however, she used her thumb and index finger instead of her fist. She tilted her head then, realizing that she didn't need two fingers for this.. and just wrapped her index finger around it and began to give his tiny dick a handjob. He didn't last long; within a minute he shot the smallest load of cum that I had ever seen straight into Mistress's palm. She let his dick finally soften into a tiny little nub on his crotch and held out her palm for the both of us to look at: the cum in her hand wasn't any bigger than a dime. Despite myself, I wanted to laugh. She wiped her palm off on his tiny package, smearing the clit-sized cock with his own seed. "Alright darling, you may dress and leave. But never come back to visit us unless I call for you, and never tell anybody about all of this." He smiled, apparently controlled to be perfectly pleased that Mistress had shrunk his dick to virtual nothingness. He dressed and headed out the door without a look back. Mistress then knelt in front of me. "I know it's hard, pet. But just think.. after a few more loose ends I can have you all to myself. Forever." A few more loose ends? What was she talking about. Then I saw her look away from me, and to a picture frame on the bookshelf nearby. Me and my sister. Oh god, no. "Lick yourself clean. Whatever you can't reach leave on you. I think the bukkake look suits you." She laughed, walking off toward the stairs while I resigned myself to bringing my tits up to my lips and cleaning myself with my tongue. One Spring Day Ch. 03 Hours went by without Mistress having me do anything further to humiliate myself. Of course, wasn't what I had done today enough already? I was sticky, covered in my now ex-boyfriend's dried cum; I'd spent a good long while sucking what I could from my tits, only able to clean a small portion of myself. The rest just dried, leaving my skin coated with the sticky substance. Out of everything I'd gone through in the last day, I think that kneeling there in the living room, alone with my thoughts, was the worst I'd experienced. It gave me time to consider what I'd been through, to relive those humiliating moments of the past twenty-four hours over and over; coupled with this was the dread of what was to come. I had no idea what Mistress had in mind for the rest of today, or for the rest of the time she decided she wanted to play with me. I daydreamed scenario after scenario, working myself into a cold sweat and hidden panic. Outwardly I was a smiling, cum-soaked slut; on the inside I was a wound up ball of stress and nerves. The sun was going down by the time Mistress came back into the room. I couldn't see her, as I was left facing the couch and dared not move from that position; I could, however, hear her walking down the stairs, each step groaning softly under her feet. "How is my beautiful little pet feeling?" Mistress cooed from behind me. Her approach was nigh silent, and I hadn't realized how close she had come until I felt her warm hand on my cold, bare shoulder. I tilted my head back, the serene, dopey smile on my lips not betraying the horror and revulsion I felt on the inside. "Sticky, Mistress!" My voice was that sickeningly sweet little girl voice she'd insisted that I use. "There's cum on my titties. I tried to clean it off for you, Mistress, but I couldn't reach everywhere." I inwardly cringed at my use of the word titties; she'd had fun last night whispering things into my ear, changing the way I'd speak. Some words were forever beyond my capability to say aloud again, simply because Mistress thought it would be cute if instead of saying 'breasts' I said 'titties', and instead of calling it my 'pussy' I called it my 'cunt'. She also preferred it if I used some kind of descriptor before that. Like my 'slutty cunt' or my 'wet cunt'. Anything to further embarrass and dehumanize me, I guess. I found my hands moving on automation, trailing up my body and grasping the underside of my breasts. I could feel the stickiness under my fingers as I presented myself to her for inspection. Mistress made a show of leaning down and examining me, glancing me over as if I were some kind of animal. She began to play with my nipples, almost idly, as she looked at the job I'd done of licking myself clean. Despite the disgust I felt, I could sense my pussy growing increasingly wet. I loathed that she'd made me react to her touch so effectively. "You've done so good, my little pet," Mistress spoke to me in that condescending way of hers. With a final tug to my nipples she let go and took a step back; the sensation made me whimper, both from the pain and the humiliation of craving more of her touch. How desperately I wanted her to keep rolling my hardened nubs between her fingers until my cum cascaded down my thighs. I was still adjusting to squirting every time I orgasmed, and the notion of creating a flood of cum tickled my naughty side. Mistress moved back to the couch, sitting where she had earlier when she had jerked off my ex-boyfriend and coated me with his seed. "I'm so proud of you," She purred the words to me; despite her clearly speaking down to me, I felt my body reacting with pride; my back straightened and my smile brightened. "You've accepted your role so well. You've said goodbye to your lover, except for his last gift to you." This was said with a chuckle. "And you haven't made one peep of protest. It just reminds me how lucky I am to have chosen you. Mm, my sweet little slave." Her hands began to unbutton her shirt, slowly and teasingly. I stared straight ahead, watching more of her pale, milky skin come into view as the shirt opened. As she passed the third button, I became aware that Mistress wasn't wearing a bra. I could see the soft lines of Mistress' small breasts coming into view, a teasing portion of skin that left plenty to the imagination. She unbuttoned her shirt completely, leaving it hanging open. "Have you ever been with another woman, my beautiful little pet?" Mistress asked me as she began to trace her fingers along the curve of her still mostly covered breasts; I watched the movement of her fingertips, and a part of me wished she were doing that to me. The realization made me shiver. "No, Mistress." I meekly answered, my hands still docilely holding up my breasts for her; I wanted to mime her actions, to tease my own body, but I dared not. My place was to do as I was commanded, not as I wanted to do. "Mm," She murmured, pulling her shirt away from her right breast, exposing it to the chilly air of the living room. It was much smaller than mine, fitting easily into her palm when she gripped it. Her thumb began to run circles around the nipple; I stared intently, watching it grow hard, contracting into a tight little nub. "Tell me your normal fantasy when you masturbate, then. Certainly even my sweet, adorable pet masturbates?" "Yes, Mistress." I answer her. "Good, good." She smirked softly. "Before you tell me what you think about, why don't you tell me how you make yourself cum." Mistress was openly squeezing her breasts now, one in each hand; they were pressed close together, creating a small amount of cleavage between her little tits. Fingers kneaded while thumbs ran over her hard nipples. She'd let them drop, and bounce slightly against her chest, before starting it all over again. "I would do it in bed, Mistress, before sleep. I would start out by putting my hand in my pajama pants and gently rubbing my slutty cunt through my panties. I would do that for a little while, kind of teasing myself to build it up and make the release a lot better. And then when I was finally ready for it I would get my vibrator out and pull down my pants. I'd spread my legs as far as I could, Mistress, and start to slid my toy inside of my wet cunt. I would fuck myself and rub my clit until I came like the whore that I am." Just talking about it made my cheeks flush; it wasn't just that, though. I could feel the moist stickiness growing between my legs. I couldn't believe how aroused I was becoming just from telling her how I masturbate! As I spoke, Mistress dropped her hands from her tits so that she could undo her pants. I watched as, for the first time, she disrobed entirely in front of me. Her crotch was bare, and I could see just how wet she was. Slowly she spread her legs, showing me the small camel toe between her thighs. She started running a finger up and down her slit. "I bet you thought about men, hm?" Mistress asked me as she slipped a finger inside herself. I meekly nodded in response. "About toned bodies and hard cocks sliding inside of you?" "Yes, Mistress." I answered her softly. "Mm, no more." She replied as her lips curved into a malicious smile, just as a moan escaped them. A chill ran up my spine at her words. "No more, pet. From now on, when you see a cock it won't cause arousal in you. No, no. Instead, it will cause instant revulsion. There's nothing appealing about a dick to a little lesbian cuntslave like you. Men don't interest you. Nothing about them will ever turn you on again. Instead..." She trailed off, caressing her small breasts with one hand while the other was lewdly fingering her. "Instead, it's the soft curves of a woman that get you wet. The swell of breasts, the shape of our hips, the sight of a hot little pussy." Mistress accentuated the point by thrusting two fingers deeply into hers. "Just looking at them will get you nice and hot. And when you actually see a pussy, you'll want nothing more than to go over to it and beg to please it. Happiness, to you, is a wet cunt on your face." No! I didn't want this! I didn't want to become a lesbian, didn't want to get turned on by women! The more she spoke, the harder I tried to fight it. I thought that maybe if I blocked her out of my mind it wouldn't count. I closed my eyes, shutting out the sight of Mistress fingering herself in front of me. I did my damndest to envision what I normally did: a strong, handsome man gently laying me down in the bed before gently teasing me. I pictured him kissing his way down from my neck to my chest; I could feel the soft, teasing brush of breasts tickling my tummy as they moved down my bo- Oh no! Try as I might, the vision in my head was reshaping itself. The muscled man with the hard cock was reforming into a thin woman with large, heavy tits. My fantasy usually had the hot guy kissing down to my pussy, and eating me out before we made love. But now that didn't appeal to me. Instead, in my mind, this beautiful brunette woman moved over to straddle my face so I could lean up and kiss her perfect pussy, press my tongue inside of her hot box. Oh God... My eyes snapped open. Mistress was leering at me, still fingerfucking herself. I had been squeezing my legs together through the fantasy, and my moistness had spread along my inner thighs. I felt like a slutty mess, kneeling there with my snatch dripping down my legs. And she knew. Mistress knew what she'd done to me. "You want to cum, don't you?" She asked me, teasingly. "Yes... Yes, please Mistress. Please let me cum." I loathed myself for needing to ask her. "Mm, I do so love watching you get off. Buuut, there won't be any more vibrators for you, baby. Those are for Mistresses to use on their slaves, not for slaves to fuck themselves with. But I bet we can find something nice and hard for you to get yourself off with." Mistress made a show of looking around my home, glancing everywhere. With a devious smirk, her gaze stopped on the coffee table behind me. "Why don't you be a good little pet and hump that? Make yourself cum like the little slut you are from humping your table." I got up quickly, a little more quickly than I had expected. I wasn't sure if it was because my body was responding automatically, or if my desire to cum was just that strong. But no matter the reason, I moved over to my coffee table and squatted down over one corner of it. The polished wood was cold and hard against my sex, and the sensation raised goosebumps all over my body. I had to lean forward to press my hands down on the surface for balance, but once I was sure that I wasn't going to fall on my face I began to do her bidding. It was slow at first, doing something that I'd never even thought of before; I grinded my hips back and forth, looking like a bitch in heat as I dragged my wet pussy over the surface of the table. It was hard going at first, the dry surface of the table giving too much friction and causing me to grimace in pain. But once my moisture had spread on the table's surface it became significantly easier. I thrust my hips faster and faster while pressing down hard against the table, trying to create as much pressure against my pussy as I could; my tits began to sway obscenely underneath me as I humped my furniture like a dog. I could see Mistress from the corner of my eye, furiously masturbating to my display. The embarrassment just fueled my arousal. It only took me a few moments to near that edge, and by then I was panting and grunting like the animal she so desperately wanted to see me act like. "Mistress," I gasped out, "may your slave cum? Her little cunt is ready. It's so wet, Mistress. Please, please let her cum." I begged, like she'd been training me to do. Mistress, though, was too enrapt in her own orgasm to pay much attention to me. I could tell she was cumming, from the way her hips bucked and she needily grasped at her breast as her pussy clenched around her fingers; she wasn't paying attention to my own desperate need for release, which left me whimpering as I rubbed myself ever faster against the table top. Finally she came down from her own orgasmic bliss and glanced almost lazily in my direction; she seemed to be contemplating something. Finally, with the flick of her wrist, she spoke. "Mm. No, you may not cum yet. You, my little pet, need to learn restraint. You can't always get your way when you are a slave." My heart sank, and I groaned aloud. "There, there." She mock soothed. "I'll let you cum later. As long as you keep being a good girl and humping your table like the little slut you are. I'll check in on you in a little bit, okay?" Mistress said, rising from the couch and moving toward me. She reached down and gently, almost lovingly, fondled my dangling breasts as I humped. "I promise, baby. You'll cum in a little while. This is just a lesson, okay?" With a pinch to my tender nipples, Mistress pulled away and walked off, leaving me rubbing my cunt against the surface of the table. ---- She left me like this for nearly an hour. My body was in a perpetual state of arousal, on the edge of cumming but not quite capable of getting there. My whimpers and moans had gone from pleasurable to desperate, my pussy from sensitive to sore. By the time I started hearing Mistress' voice in the other room I was practically dying to either cum or stop humping the table. I'd already created a little puddle on the surface of the table, and I could feel it sloshing under the folds of my pussy with every thrust I made. She was whispering to somebody, and just as I was beginning to wonder who I heard her call out for me. "Pet? Darling? If you're done fucking the furniture, I'd like for you to come join me in the kitchen." Though she didn't give me permission to cum, I did stop humping the table with glee. I stood up, my legs cramping from having been in that position for so long; as I turned to walk into the kitchen I glanced back to the table, and the huge mess I'd made on it. I don't know what compelled me to do it, but before I went to obey Mistress' command, I reached down and stuck two of my fingers into the puddle, trying to gather as much of my juices as I could. There was a little flutter in my chest as I brought them to my lips and sucked them clean. It was naughty, it was wrong... but it was delicious. That sweet taste filled my mouth, and I rolled my tongue over my fingers to get every last drop from them. In all my life I'd never tasted anything from my own pussy, but now it took everything in me not to lean down to that table and lick it clean. God, she really was turning me into a lesbian cumslave. I walked to the kitchen on weak legs, legs that didn't want to obey; I'd been squatting for far too long, and it was like trying to walk on rubber. But I knew I couldn't disobey her, and I was curious to find out who she was talking to in the kitchen. I stopped short as soon as my bare feet touched the cold tile of the kitchen floor; I don't know why I was surprised to see my older sister, Alexis, standing there. After the way Mistress so teasingly looked at our family pictures while she was humiliating me last night? But maybe it wasn't the fact that my sister was here that shocked me, but, instead, the fact that she was standing just inside the back door with her jeans pulled down to her knees and her own hand shoved into her panties, obviously rubbing herself. Her tight, pink panties that hugged her hips... and showed the outline of her fingers as they rubbed along the length of her wet little pussy. Mm, just imagining those down around her ankles with my face buried in her snatch was more than I cou- Oh God, what in the hell was I thinking? Mistress had really got inside my head. I had to shake my head to get my mind off of my sister's cunt. So, Mistress had already got to my sister, clearly; she'd been standing there, whispering into her ear when I walked into the room. So, God alone knew what she'd already been reprogrammed to be like. Upon seeing me, Alexis lit up with joy; she ran, as much as the jeans around her knees would allow her to do, over toward me to greet me. I opened my arms out of instinct to greet her with a hug, but apparently Mistress had foreseen that and had come up with a little surprise for me. Instead of hugging me, Alexis just leaned in and pressed her lips against mine and initiated the deepest, most passionate kiss I'd ever experienced. It far outweighed anything I'd had with any boyfriend, even during the height of lovemaking. Her tongue quickly invaded my mouth, probing and dancing against mine. Despite my desire not to, I found myself responding quickly. I whimpered a little against her lips as we kissed, and my eyelids drifted down. She was still fingering herself, and I could feel her hand working her pussy between our bodies. Each rub, each thrust inside her hot hole I could feel as her knuckles pressed into my bare stomach. "Look who I found, pet," Mistress said with absolute condescending way possible. I wasn't able to reply to her, as my mouth was busy with the over-eager kissing of my sister, but I glanced to her out of the corner of my eye and saw her watching us intently. After what felt like forever, my sister finally pulled back from me. "Hey baby sis," Alexis said, oblivious to the fact she was lewdly playing with her own body in my kitchen after having made out with her younger sister. "How's it going?" "Fine," I replied, meekly. What else could I say? What could I say in general? There's a lunatic who is controlling my mind, changing my body, and ruining my life? If only. I could scream it until I was blue in the face and not only would my sister not believe it at this point, but I'd end up punished by Mistress just for trying. "It's going fine." "You didn't tell me that you had a new roommate, sis. When did she move in?" With her free hand, Alexis gestured toward Mistress, who was leaning against the door frame. Before I could answer, Mistress spoke up. "Yesterday. She met me at the coffee shop down the street. Before you knew it, I was fingering her and covering her with cum." For some reason, Alexis began to laugh, in that genuine way that somebody would when they heard an amusing, innocent story. "Oh, that's my sis. Just a big titted slut, like always." She said. I knew, deep down, that those were Mistress' words coming out of my sister's mouth, but they still stung as badly as they could. I wasn't able to eek out a reply before Alexis brought her free hand up to my tits, lifted one, and leaned down to suck on the nipple. I gasped in reply, gripping the back of my sister's head in response. "You never told me, pet," Mistress began as she walked up behind my sister, "that you had such a gorgeous, mindfuckable slut of a sister. Did you know she was a chronic masturbator? Only happy when she's playing with her cunt? Well, neither did she until she walked in here. Right, slut?" Alexis murmured a reply around my nipple, right before nipping it with her teeth. I gasped. "Or that she decided men weren't for her, and now has an insatiable lust for tits? And with tits like yours, she won't be left wanting, will she?" This time I managed to whimper out a "Yes, Mistress." "My own personal lesbian sisters. It's just too delicious to pass up. You can stop suckling her now, love." Mistress said, patting the top of Alexis' head as if she were a dog. Reluctantly, her lips released their suction hold on my nipple and let my tit drop. "And since you got to enjoy all of the suckling action, why don't you give your sister something to suck on as well? It's only fair." I wasn't sure what Mistress meant, until I saw her reach down and manually pull my sister's hand from the front of her panties; it lifted up toward my lips, fingers glistening with the moisture from her wet cunt. I opened my mouth and eagerly leaned forward, wrapping my lips around her index and middle fingers like my life depended on it, and began giving them the best blowjob I'd ever delivered in my life. Ironic that I was giving head to my sister's fingers. The taste of her pussy was exquisite. The flavor rushed my mouth, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before; my tongue explored every inch of those two digits while I sucked for dear life. I didn't even realize I was moaning around her fingers until I heard Mistress laughing at my expense; my cheeks flushed red, and I tried to contain myself. One Spring Day Ch. 03 "That's enough now, little slut." Mistress said. Instead of patting my head, she reached between my thighs and patted my tender sex; this brought a gasp from my lips as I released my hold on Alexis' fingers. She withdrew them from my mouth, and went back to rubbing herself, this time outside of her panties. "Honey, if you could leave your twat alone for a moment or two, could you kindly remove your shirt and bra for me?" Mistress asked of my sister; the fingers of her right hand kept teasingly stroking my pussy, while the fingers of her left hand snaked down between the thighs of my sister and started rubbing away at her covered cunt. There was something undeniably erotic about this woman standing between us, rubbing our wet snatches while controlling us body and mind. That's the conditioning speaking, of course. At least I hope it is. Alexis, with a whine, moved her hand away from her crotch, but seemed extremely pleased when it was replaced with that of Mistress. She took her fingers, still wet with my saliva, and moved them to the hem of the thin shirt she wore and casually pulled it up and over her head. Much like me, my sister was well endowed up top. From looking at the large, pale tits nestled comfortable in the cups of her bra, I thought that hers might actually be bigger than mine. I had no way of knowing before now, though, as breast size wasn't exactly something that we brought up. Funny how Mistress had a way of changing our family dynamic. She casually dropped the shirt on the floor so she could reach behind her back and unclasp her bra; within seconds, it too was dropped and I could see her large tits bounce free. "My, my," Mistress said, casually patting both of our pussies with her fingers. "I think yours may be larger, Alexis. And perkier, too." I watched Mistress glance down at my sister's chest, and confused myself with the flare of jealousy that I experienced. MY tits were the ones that Mistress was supposed to fawn over, not Alexis'. She'd spent the entire last night telling me how absolutely perfect they were, playing with them and teasing them... making me play with them for her. For my sister to stride in here and have Mistress praise her instead? It seemed... wrong. Despite how wrong all of this was, anyway. "Thank you," Alexis said, arching her back and thrusting out her chest further. Mistress must have seen the daggers I was glaring at my sister's large, perky tits, because she looked to me, chuckled, and pulled her hand away from my dripping snatch. "Oh, don't worry my darling," She cooed to me. "I said hers were bigger. I didn't say they were better. You, my beloved, are perfect in every way," She reached up, gently cupping my chin in her hands; her firm, but gentle grip pulled me closer to her until she, for the first time, kissed me. When her lips touched mine, it was like fireworks went off in my head. I saw colors and felt my knees go weak under me. I didn't cum, but I could feel my pussy leaking down my thighs in anticipation. And when she pulled back I nearly cried. With gentle hands, Mistress helped me into one of the kitchen chairs. Which was good, because I don't think I could have stood on my own any longer. "Alexis, lovely," Mistress said, turning toward my sister. She reached up and cupped those large, perky breasts in her hands. "You so love tits, yes?" "Of course, Mistress! They're all I can think about... I don't know how I ever found nasty cocks attractive before you opened my eyes." She replied, pushing her tits further into Mistress' hands. "Oh, I'm so glad to hear it, pet. So, wouldn't you agree that your sister has the most perfect set of tits you've ever seen?" Mistress asked, running her thumbs over the hardened, rosey tips of Alexis' breasts. My sister's voice caught in her throat as she replied. "Of course! They're so... gorgeous. Big, but not too big. They have the perfect amount of perkiness to give them the right amount of bounce. They're just so great." "Mm, so wouldn't you agree that it would be wrong to have anything to rival hers?" "Of course, Mistress!" "I'm glad you feel that way," Mistress purred. Her fingers began to knead the flesh of my sister's breasts very hungrily. Alexis' head leaned back at the attention of Mistress, moaning softly. As Mistress began to press those heavy tits against my sister's chest, I could have sworn that they began to lose some of their perk and bounce; when Mistress sent a conspiratorial glance my way, I knew she was up to something. Slowly, my sister's large breasts began to sag; it was hardly noticeable at first, but as the seconds passed the effect became more and more pronounced. They stretched ever downward, continually losing that youthful perk and vigor they'd had until, when she was done, they looked like they belonged to a middle aged woman who hadn't touched a bra in her life. They were still obviously quite heavy, so Mistress hadn't shrank them any. But, now, the nipples pointed straight down, and her tits hung like large pendulums swaying in front of her. Finally, Mistress pulled her hands away from them, admiring her work. "There. Now you don't have to worry about rivaling your sister's perfection." Alexis looked down to her chest, finally, in wonder; whereas any sane person would have been upset, furious over what had just happened, my sister stared at her marred physique with the kind of reckless adoration of a mindwashed slave. "Oh, Mistress! Thank you so much!" Her hands scooped up her now saggy breasts and lifted them, simply to watch them drop back down and slap against her stomach with a meaty plop. This, for some reason, made her giggle. "And now, to celebrate our perfect little family. Would you be so kind as to kneel right here, darling?" Mistress said to my sister, pointing to a spot a couple of feet in front of me. Without hesitation she dropped down there. Once more, she patted my sister on the head before she moved over to me. Her hands reached down to my legs, gently pulling them apart before she whispered softly into my ear. "I promised I'd let you... so now it's time to cum." Oh, God. I whimpered softly, looking at my sister kneeling several feet in front of me. What else could I do? I shuddered as the familiar feeling came over me, the buildup of the orgasm; my fingers gripped the edge of the chair and, with a low moan, I felt my cum gush out of me in a torrent. It sprayed forward out of my pussy and hit my sister squarely in the face. She hadn't been expecting it, as the look of surprise clearly showed. Her hair was drenched, and my cum was running down her now-saggy tits, dripping from her nipples that pointed directly at the floor. I was panting heavily, writing in my post orgasmic bliss. Despite the torture I'd gone through during the day, the release had been worth it. Mistress stepped away from me, and over to where my sister knelt. "Now it's your turn, beautiful. Fill those little panties of yours with cum for your Mistress." Alexis squirmed, her hands grasping at her drooping breasts as the first waves of orgasm hit her. "Oh... Oh God... My... ugh..." She whimpered, kneading her tits in her hands. Mistress had apparently altered her, as well, because I quickly saw a damp spot forming on the thin material between Alexis' legs; shortly after, it began to trickle through and drip down to the kitchen floor underneath her. Mistress had made her squirt, too, but hadn't made it nearly as explosive as mine. I watched her squirm and writhe on the floor as the puddle collected underneath her, having dripped through her soiled panties. When she came down from the orgasm I could see the embarrassment on her face, and couldn't help but giggle a little. "And what's so funny, my gorgeous little pet?" Mistress asked, turning her eyes back to me. "Oh, um..." I stuttered; I wanted to stall, but I knew it would be no good. Sooner or later, Mistress would pry it out of me. "... It looks like she peed in her panties." "And that's funny to you?" She asked me, taking the couple of steps over toward me, so she could kneel at my side. She laid her hand gently on my stomach, looking up at me like a mother admonishing a child. "A little, Mistress." I answered honestly. "Mm," She replied, pressing down lightly with her fingers. I wasn't sure what she did, but she didn't explain and I was too afraid to ask. "Okay, my lovelies. I think the both of you need a bath. Alexis, love, why don't you go upstairs and run one for your sister and yourself? I'll have your sister clean up in here while you do." Alexis nodded and scurried to obey Mistress' wishes, and I quickly sank down to my hands and knees to clean up the mess.