Taylor’s bitch facade disappeared as she greeted Kelly like a stereotypical cheerleader blonde, bubbly and fake, “Hi, Kelly, it’s 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, very much like her mother’s, almost knocked the wind out of her.
Mariah added, “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 explanation.
“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, “like sisters.”
Mariah suggested, already controlling the household with soft subtlety, “Why don’t you take Taylor for a tour of the town while you’re Mother and I get reacquainted?”
Sandra’s face went pale, as conversely her cunt got wetter with the knowledge of what this ‘getting reacquainted’ would likely entail.
“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 glanced nervously at Taylor, whose expression warned her that there was only one acceptable 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, acting her ass off, “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’s 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 a breast-smashing hug of her own before the two girls went upstairs to get ready for shopping.
Sandra watched mortified, as the whole charade of respectability she’d created for her and Kelly was tumbling down like a house of cards in just a few minutes.
Now with only the Mistress and the sub remaining in the room, Mariah’s expression shifted from sweet and friendly to strong and controlling. “As soon as they’re gone I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, my slut.”
Sandra’s face went red and her cunt leaked a little. But she remained silent as no begging, pleading, threats or anything else could possibly change this appalling situation or alter what Mariah decided was inevitably going to happen. Even as she knew she still wanted to protect her daughter, she realized she was already craving the submission she had long ago left behind. Also, maybe if she was a very good sub, a perfect pet, perhaps she could convince Mariah to leave Kelly alone. It was a long shot, but it was all she had left, as she knew there was no way she could ever stand up to Mariah. That was why she had left without warning and moved to a different country, a country with six months of fucking winter, for Christ sakes.
“Now stop daydreaming of my fucking your useless box and take my things upstairs,” Mariah ordered, “my suitcases are that one and that one,” she pointed 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 had ever found her. It wasn’t because Alberta was 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. That wasn’t something the bossy bitch could control!
Five minutes later, Kelly dressed casually for shopping, she and Taylor left, leaving Mariah and Sandra alone together for the first time in just over eighteen years.
Mariah emerged from the washroom naked except for a nine-inch strap-on that was wider than anything Sandra could recall ever taking before, and of course her trademark thigh high stockings, black this time.
Sandra stared at her former Mistress, and realized she was no longer her former Mistress, but once again her current Mistress. Her panties were so wet she could feel her juices overflowing them and leaking slightly down her leg. Her mouth watered at the thought of her lips once again sucking her Mistress’s massive tits. Everything she had fought so hard to resist, never to 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 on.”
Sandra didn’t even hesitate as she dropped to her knees, her juices leaking farther down her leg.
“How badly do you want to be fucked?” Mariah asked, sauntering over to her reclaimed pet.
Sandra wanted nothing more. In retrospect, she had to admit she’d never been happier than when she was being used by Mariah; with utter submission came utter joy, a euphoria she hadn’t felt in years.
2. THE FIRST LICK IS THE SWEETEST
Sandra flashed back:
The first time I tasted Mariah’s pussy was three weeks after my first surprising sexual encounter with her.
I’d been fucked by Mariah, but since then she’d acted like nothing had happened. Each day of being ignored confused me and made me feel insecure: the sex had made me think I’d found love, but ever since then I’d been rejected. What had I done wrong?
I was riddled with insecurities, even though I tried to hide them by being my usual chipper self and by focusing on my studies.
It was after midnight on a Tuesday and I was fast asleep when I was awakened by Mariah, who was naked from the waist down. She ordered me, “Wake up Sandra, I need your help.”
I woke up groggily and asked her with concern, “What’s wrong, Mariah? Are you OK?”
“Just follow me,” she demanded, turning and leaving my bedroom.
I got up and followed my mostly naked roommate, completely confused. She sat down at her desk in our sitting room and said, “I have writer’s block and need to be motivated.”
“What can I do to help?” I 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 my cheeks instantly went red at being called pet. “I want you to eat my cunt. I haven’t gotten off in over a week and I think I’m going through orgasm withdrawal.”
She wants me to do what? My mouth dropped open and I stammered, “Y-y-you want me to lick your vagina?”
“God no,” Mariah responded dramatically.
“Oh good,” I replied, relieved.
Mariah deflated my brief glimmer of hope when she explained, “No, I’m a grown woman, as are you. I have a pussy, or better yet, a cunt. A little girl has a vagina. Now get your ass over here and eat my cunt.”