SUMMARY: MILF’s ex-Mistress comes to claim her submissive & daughter.
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LIKE MOMMY, LIKE DAUGHTER
1. SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO SERVE
Sandra didn’t recognize the number on the cell, but she answered it anyway. “Hello?”
“Hi, slut, isn’t today your daughter’s eighteenth birthday?”
In one instant everything changed. Sandra had spent the last eighteen years protecting her daughter from her dark nasty past, from the dominant woman on the phone, but in the blink of an eye everything had caught up with her.
Sandra stammered, still praying she was wrong, “M-M-Mariah, is that you?”
“Shouldn’t it still be Mistress Mariah to you, my long-lost slut?” the voice on the phone corrected her abruptly. Even over the phone her tone rattled Sandra, bringing back emotions from times long buried.
I mustn’t give her that! But… Sandra looked around to make sure her daughter wasn’t nearby before whispering, “Hi, Mistress Mariah.”
Sandra hadn’t seen Mariah in just under eighteen years. Sandra had known she had to break free from the life-controlling power Mariah had exercised over her throughout her college years. The power that had reached its pinnacle when Sandra, eight months pregnant, while 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 the daughter she was going to give birth to. It was a ridiculous promise, but Sandra had been a completely obedient sub back then. She would do anything to please her Mistress… ANYTHING. Christ, Sandra had even gotten pregnant at a sperm bank a month after Mariah had 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 soon-to-be-born 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. Well, playful in the way a cat is with a mouse.
Sandra thought to herself how much she hated her past reliance on Mariah for all her sexual needs and the humiliation that always went with it all those years ago.
Plus, the true reality that she had denied all these years which was she hadn’t remotely been sexually fulfilled since those wild submissive days when she a mindless slave to her college roommate.
“What, slut? The thought of my pussy got you tongue tied?” Mariah snapped sarcastically.
“Sorry, I’m just really surprised to hear from you.” Sandra said, her head spinning with all the potential threats to her orderly life that flooded into her thoughts with this phone call, even as her pussy dampened uncontrollably.
Sandra flashed back:
Images of being on my knees between Mariah’s legs while my Mistress wrote essays, while she watched TV and even once under a crowded table at a charity fund raiser meeting, flooding back to my mind and to my cunt.
“Well, I suppose your surprise is understandable since 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:
Mariah telling me how her child would eventually become my Mistress when she was old enough, (she knew she was having a girl), while she would become 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 my freshman year, much of which I had spent sleeping and even doing homework in a dog house in my own room while training to be Mariah’s perfectly obedient pet. We were living together in a rather upscale dorm, where instead of sharing just a room, we had an actual suite, with a small sitting room just off the common hallway where our desks and a sofa were, a bedroom for each of us, our own bathroom and even a small kitchenette.
“Well, that’s an impossible goal,” Mariah responded confidently, “Like Mother, like Daughter, it’s one of the only laws of evolution that matter.”
“That’s absurd,” Sandra replied, praying her (former? Once again?) Mistress was wrong.
Sandra flashed back to the first time she’d submitted to Mariah:
It was an absurdity that started it all. I had been watching TV in the common area with some other girls, when I returned upstairs to our suite to find Mariah waiting for me. She was standing across the room from me naked except for her ubiquitous thigh high stockings and a strap-on cock attached to her hips. I was unable to take my eyes off her firm breasts. I was still a virgin. I had dated a few boys in high school but had never gone further than giving a couple of blow jobs, which I’d hated doing. I’d even wondered if maybe deep down I wasn’t gay. My late-night dreams usually included girls and since moving into the girls’ dorm, those fantasies had begun including my outgoing, voluptuous, blonde, pretty, aggressive roommate Mariah. My gay curiosity was about to be satisfied by Mariah herself who smiled at me confidently and ordered, “Get naked, Sandra.”
“What?” I gasped.
“Get naked, now,” she demanded, her tone aggressive.
“This is absurd,” I said, turning to go to my room.
“Stop, or else,” Mariah threatened me.
I stopped, startled by her threatening tone and turned back to look at my roommate. “Or else what?” I asked her, nervously.
“You don’t want to know,” she replied ominously, her glare daring me to challenge her. I was pretty sure she knew I’d been drooling over her since we met but was too shy to do anything about it, and even though I myself wasn’t sure of my sexuality, I could tell she’d already decided on my behalf that it wasn’t hetero. She’d decided I was a lesbian and she was going to seduce me, and what’s more, she planned to slowly but inexorably turn me into a perfect pet plaything. I felt like a deer in the headlights, frozen in place as Mariah confidently walked over to me.
“But…” I attempted to find something to say as I stood there helplessly, watching her approach.
“But nothing, unless you want this dick in your butt instead of your cunt,” Mariah smirked, playing on the word but. Stepping up to me, she began to unbutton my blouse, the anticipation of what her actions portended adding to the wetness of my already damp vagina.
“No, I…” I again tried to find words to stop this, but my resolve was weakening. My roommate’s full, naked breasts with their obviously hard nipples looked so appetizing, and the plastic penis poking through her skirt at my vagina had my head spinning.
“Look, Sandra,” Mariah began, as she pulled off my blouse. “You are a lesbian. A submissive one. I know it and you know it. And starting right now, you will be trained to become my personal pet. I know you’ll want to be a good one.”
Mariah’s words were absurd, but her touch had me feeling docile and weak. She unclasped my bra. “Such small titties,” my seductress pointed out, not in a kind way but intended to humiliate. “You could almost be a boy.”
Her criticism shamed me. I’d always felt self-conscious about my small breasts, but instead of criticizing her in return or even saying something timidly defensive about people liking my pretty eyes or something, all I could do was stand there paralyzed as my vagina got wetter.
Already feeling resigned to becoming her pet-to-be, I allowed her to yank down my skirt, pull my panties to my ankles and aggressively bend me over the couch. I felt dazed as she rubbed the plastic cock head up and down my wet vagina until she asked, “Do you want me to fuck you, Sandra?”
All I could do was involuntarily moan, my mind a fog of conflicting emotions. Yes, in the short time since we’d met I already had a secret crush on Mariah and wanted desperately to have her approval, but I’d always been a romantic and, well, this was far from romantic.
“All you have to do Sandra, is ask me to fuck you and you are mine,” Mariah promised.
The dominating eighteen-year-old’s hands grasping my hips and her teasing of my virginal vagina were too much and I heard myself whimpering, “Please.”
“Please what?” my temptress asked insistently, tapping her cock on my very wet pussy and its sensitive lips, almost sending me into a swoon.
“Please have sex with me,” I managed, weakly.
“Don’t you mean to say you want me to fuck you?” Mariah asked crudely.