I was a shy, reserved girl and wasn’t much of a swearer and Mariah had previously commented on that, but my desire to lose my virginity to this forceful girl overpowered my normal morality so I begged, desperate to succumb, “Please then, fuck me, Mariah.”
“You want me to shove my cock in your wet cunt you cute, submissive little slut?” Mariah asked, relishing her power as she pushed me my first few steps down a long road of lesbian domination.
Mariah’s plastic cock was now poised between my virginal but eager pussy lips. I heard in my head alarm bells clamouring loudly for me to ‘run’, but the rest of my body was filled with an overpowering urgency for release, so instead of running I begged, “Yes, Mariah, fuck my cunt with that big cock, take my virginity.”
Mariah plunged the cock deep inside her slave-to-be and my descent as her submissive slave began. It’s said that you never forget your first time and that was certainly true for me, as my first was the beginning of a long transformation from sweet, shy Sandra to submissive, slut Sandra.
A part of myself I’d never known existed was awakened the moment my pussy was filled by the plastic cock. This previously undiscovered part sprang alive in a heartbeat, the sexual being that had lain dormant for the majority of my life other than the small, timid, late-night pleasures I had given myself. The real thing was so different from those experimental baby steps and so electrifying that I felt alive for the first time in my entire life. My pussy was being ravished and all I wanted was more.
Reserved Sandra was gone, horny Sandra moaned and begged, “Oh God yes, more, Mariah.”
Mariah later told me she 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. Having been on the receiving end it came as no surprise to me when Mariah said she hadn’t had the faintest intention of making love to me, she wanted to fuck me hard, and she took great pleasure that with each forward thrust her entire body collided with mine. The slapping sounds of two bodies meeting echoed through the room, as did the increasingly loud moans of the no-longer-a-virgin Sandra. I was so overwhelmed that it felt like an out-of-body experience as the physical Sandra writhed and cried out in frantic ecstasy while my consciousness was no more than a bodiless observer.
Not surprisingly, all this time of pent-up desire soon exploded into one intense, body-numbing orgasm as I screamed, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I’m coming!”
I’d brought myself to orgasm before, but it was apparent I hadn’t been very good at it. The orgasm that was currently riddling my body with pulses of pleasure from my head down to my toes was like nothing I’d ever experienced. The pleasure kept coming in wave after wave after wave and I can still remember almost passing out when I forgot to breathe, being so overwhelmed by the pleasure cascading through my body.
Looking back, I’m sure Mariah was smiling as she knew her pet was experiencing a newfound pleasure (and I certainly was) and knew that the first step in the lengthy training process was completed (and it certainly was). Mariah pulled out of me while I was still quivering and left the room, knowing she was leaving me wanting more and knowing when my orgasm had subsided I would be riddled with insecurity, self-doubt, shame and craving… the perfect mixture needed to manipulate me with later. And she’d been right.
And so it had begun.
“Oh, we will see how well you have protected your daughter,” Mariah said, her tone so confident and foreboding, a chill went up Sandra’s spine. “Now go get yourself off, slut. I know you’re about to burst at the seams just from hearing your Mistress’s voice.”
Thankfully there was a knock at the door, even as Sandra’s hand automatically moved under her sundress to her wanton pussy, beginning to obey the order without thought.
Realizing what was happening, using all her will power to prevent herself following through, knowing how easily she could fall and be right back where she’d been all those years ago, a submissive slave to Mariah.
Sandra said, “Someone is at the door, I’ve got to go. Please don’t call me 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 her back to reality and she went to answer it.
Opening the door, Sandra froze. There she was… Mariah herself, looking just like she had all those years ago. Her blonde hair straight, her blue eyes piercing and her smile disarming.
Sandra froze and Mariah spoke, her smile smug, “Thank you for hanging up on an old friend just to answer me at the door. Are you going to invite me in or what?”
Sandra stammered, shocked to her core as all her memories of the 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.”
“Then you’d better be a good kitty and go fetch my things,” the blonde bombshell ordered, pointing to her car parked at the curb. She thought to herself, assessing the black-haired sub, ‘The slut looks just as cute and innocent as ever’.
“What? Why?” Sandra asked, praying she wasn’t planning on staying more than a minute or two.
“Taylor and I will be staying here for,” Mariah paused for dramatic effect, “well, indefinitely.”
“You can’t!” Sandra gasped, terrified at the thoughts of what Mariah might do… both to her and her daughter.
The Mistress’s bantering tone shifted in a heartbeat to one of menace. “Look, slut. Either you be a good sub and do as you’re told or I go up there, find your daughter and make her my slut this instant.”
Fear growing, as Mariah had never been one to bluff, Sandra panicked. “OK, OK, I’ll get your things.”
“Good girl,” the Mistress smiled warmly, realizing the domme-sub relationship from years ago was going to be easier to re-establish than she’d anticipated, her harshness gone as quickly as it had arrived. Mariah said, sweet as honey, “And you must be Kelly. I’ve heard so much about you.”
Sandra turned to see her daughter Kelly, in a t-shirt and short shorts walking away from the staircase and towards them. “Um, hi,” Kelly greeted the stranger politely, her expression curious.
Mariah introduced herself warmly, “Hi, I’m Mariah, your Mom’s old college roommate… I’ve just arrived from California down in the States, and your sweet Mom has offered to let my daughter and me stay here while we look for a place to live.”
“Well it’s great to meet you, ma’am,” Kelly smiled warmly like she always did, not mentioning the fact that her Mom hadn’t ever mentioned this roommate before, which was strange.
Her mother and she had an amazingly close mother-daughter relationship, so this lapse was totally out of character for her mom, not mentioning they were going to have house guests, or even mentioning the existence of this person.
“I’m delighted to meet 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 fearing the consequences of disobeying Mariah.
Kelly was surprised to be getting a close hug from a big-busted 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 against the car, dressed in a skimpy sundress that hid very little, that she must have known would have every guy in the world drooling over her and every gal calling her a slut.
Taylor looked up as Sandra approached the car. Putting the MILF in her place with her very first words, she assessed, “Well, you’re cuter than I thought you’d be, slut.”
Sandra gasped, shocked that this eighteen-year-old would be so disrespectful and forward. “Excuse me,” she objected with self-defensive affront.
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 about Mariah now doubled with Taylor in the picture.
‘Like Mother, Like Daughter,’ Mariah had remarked on the phone just minutes ago. Taylor appeared to be another example of that truism, which was terrifying. Sandra 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 the size and shape of a garment box 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 over 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’s beautiful,” she gasped excitedly, amazed to receive such a nice gown.
Mariah, her smile seemingly genuine to Kelly but fake as could be to the older and wiser Sandra, who knew (but still seemed to fall for) all her tricks, asked, “Isn’t prom soon?”
“Yes,” Kelly squealed, realizing the dress she’d purchased for the event was now superseded by a gown far more wonderful.
“Oh, but there’s more,” Mariah purred.
Kelly looked back in the box and dubiously 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 my dear, stockings are so in. Trust me, the boys will be drooling.”
“Really?” Kelly asked innocently, unsure of the difference between stockings and pantyhose.
Sandra sighed to herself, recalling that Mariah’s fetish was stockings.