Sandra watched the scene and knew exactly what the manipulative 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.
I warmed at my Mistress’s praise and meowed in return.
“Come on Kitty, get your reward,” Mariah offered, opening her legs to me.
“Wow,” Mariah praised the daughter dramatically, “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’re a stunning replica of her, except that you have 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 admire 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 curtly, “We have, but you didn’t tell me how insipid she is.”
Mariah said, “Well, this is a lot for the poor thing to take in so quickly. An hour ago she had no Mistresses, now she has two.”
Sandra, desperate to end this before it started ordered with conviction, “You two have got to go. I’m not going to put up with this treatment.”
Mariah’s smile didn’t fade as she objected all sing-song, “But we just got here.”
“I can’t go through this again,” Sandra explained.
“You can’t go through what?” Mariah smiled, pushing the submissive into saying it.
“I can’t be your slave again,” Sandra said, her assertiveness already fading, as just admitting what she used to be 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, that you didn’t crave the submission and didn’t fantasize about this exact moment every night since you skulked away.”
Sandra had missed her submission to Mariah, more than she would ever care to admit, had craved it constantly when she was alone in her bed at night and every masturbatory fantasy she’d had over the years were flashbacks to her time as an obedient pet to Mariah. She tried to make eye contact and lie to her former Mistress, but she couldn’t force any words out and instead of assertiveness, her eyes displayed only helplessness.
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 to the one you lived through all those years ago. On the other hand, if your cunt is as wet as I know it is, your panties damp already just from seeing me, then you will resume your role as my submissive slave, you will also accept my daughter as your new Mistress, and you will passively allow me to seduce your daughter, which deep down we both know 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 unfulfilled sexual desires all came flooding back. If she could control her desire, like she had more or less done since Kelly was born, she could even now prevent the coup that was about to occur. Yet, even though she desperately wanted to protect her daughter, even though she had sacrificed her sexuality to that end for years already, the arrival of Mariah had trumped everything, the line between black and white had blended into confusion, even though she in no way wanted to see her daughter succumb like she herself had done.
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 eighteenth birthday,” Mariah said, her fingers teasing the submissive pet’s clit. “It’s Princess Aurora’s birthday and the fairies have arrived to take her to bed as promised.”
“Aaaaah, but that was a ludicrous promise you forced on me while I was desperate to come,” Sandra protested.
Mariah’s self-confident smile never faded, ignoring her pet’s weak protests, as her fingers rolled over Sandra’s swollen clit, “Fuck, slut, you’re soaking wet. What exactly is turning you on? The thought of submitting to me again, the thought of being a sub for my daughter, or the thought of my making your daughter my pet?”
Fingers penetrated her and Sandra let out a soft, uncontrollable moan. “Please, not here,” she pleaded, ignoring the question.
Mariah reminded her again, “Regardless of the circumstances, you promised me your daughter a long time ago and I have come to collect.”
Sandra flashed back to how she’d been coerced into offering her daughter to her Mistress:
It was two weeks after we had graduated from college, Mariah with a degree in psychology and me with one in marketing. Despite our extra-curricular activities we had both been excellent students and graduated a semester early.
We had moved off-campus into a two-bedroom apartment where we were going to live until we’d both had our babies, Mariah’s expected in early March and mine about five weeks later around mid-April. But I decided not to remain until I gave birth, and instead to flee.
What prompted that decision was an event that happened when I was almost eight months pregnant.
In spite of my condition I was bound to my bed where I’d been on my knees for two hours with a vibrating egg in my cunt.
Mariah was out doing whatever she did when she left me bound, often for hours at a time. By Mariah’s nefarious design, the egg had given me sexual stimulation insufficient to make me come, but plenty sufficient to drive me crazy with need.
I heard the door to the apartment open and thanked the heavens. Being bound on all fours had become a frequent motif of my submission long ago, but being in advanced pregnancy, this was way more uncomfortable and frustrating than normal.