The sudden shift from belittling endearments to abusive name calling surprised and worried me, shy as I was, but it made me more eager to please. My tongue swirled around the clit in my mouth and deciding to be aggressive, something I usually wasn’t, I slid a finger into my moaning roommate’s dripping wet pussy.
That did the trick as Mariah demanded, “Yes, that’s perfect! Fuck my cunt, slave. Finger-fuck me hard!”
Loving the power I suddenly had over my horny and bossy roommate, I obeyed, fingering her hard and fast.
Mariah’s screams hit a fevered roar as a minute later she came hard, squirting her juice all over my eager face. “Yes, slut, more, more, fuuuuuuuuuck, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!”
I didn’t stop as Mariah squirted a torrent of cum on my face. I bathed in the sweet stickiness, allowing it to coat both the inside and outside of my mouth even as I drank it up.
Looking up, I saw her open her eyes and look down on me, her expression one of amusement at her once shy, reserved roommate, my face soaked with cum, her cum, eagerly licking her cunt like a famished dyke. “Lick it all up, my pet. It’s your reward for being such a good kitty.”
I felt the warmth of pleasure course throughout my body at the reassurance I’d been a good pet and assisted Mariah in reaching orgasm.
A minute later she stood up and said, “Goodnight, Sandra,” and went to bed.
I stood up, my knees aching, looking over at the clock and realizing I’d been on them for almost an hour. My pussy was on fire and I rushed into my room to fan the flames until they engulfed my entire body.
3. I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME
“Crawl to me, my kitty,” Mariah ordered.
Her freshman year nickname brought back memories that warmed Sandra even more as she tentatively crawled to her old Mistress. It was odd how easily she reverted to her old mentality and how natural crawling on her knees like a pet was. Forgetting about her daughter for the moment, her mind and body wondered why she had resisted this servitude all these years.
Reaching Mariah’s stocking clad feet, Sandra awaited instruction as she used to do, often sitting on the floor like an obedient puppy waiting to be played with.
Sometimes Sandra would sit there for hours and be ignored completely, other times she was expected to massage and or clean Mariah’s stocking-clad feet, other times she was commanded to lick Mariah’s pussy for extended periods of time and sometimes she was fucked like the slut she had become.
Mariah looked down at her pet and asked, “Miss me?”
“I tried not to,” Sandra answered, avoiding answering the question.
Mariah lifted up her left stocking-clad foot to Sandra’s face. Without instruction Sandra instinctively did what was expected of her and started licking Mariah’s stocking-clad sole. She could taste the sweet sweat.
Mariah explained, “The last leg of the trip here was a six-hour drive, so they may be a little extra sweaty today, my pet. Now back to the question you attempted to avoid, did you miss me?”
Sandra sighed to herself, knowing Mariah could see right through her and would know if she was lying. She took Mariah’s foot in her hands and looked up. “Yes, I missed you.”
“As your Mistress?” Mariah questioned.
“Yes,” Sandra admitted, her pussy dampening at the thought of having a Mistress again.
“Yes, what?” Mariah questioned.
For the needy sub, the answer felt strangely good to say. “Yes, Mistress Mariah.”
“Oh, you are such a good kitty,” Mariah purred. “Now get back to cleaning my feet.”
Sandra obeyed and the eighteen years apart suddenly seemed like mere minutes. During the next few minutes Sandra licked every inch of Mariah’s feet and ended by sucking each stocking-clad toe into her mouth like the tiniest of cocks, something that had always been a turn-on for Mariah.
Mariah watched in complete satisfaction at how quickly her pet regressed to her old ways. The four years of training and conditioning were still paying off.
Mariah stood up and ordered, “Take me to your daughter’s room.”
Sandra begged, still on her knees, “Can we please leave my daughter out of this?”
Mariah sighed, “Are you still under the delusion you have any say in what happens?”
Tears welled up in Sandra as she tried to reason with her stone cold Mistress. “It’s just that Kelly has no idea of my past, of where she came from.”
“She doesn’t even know that it was my idea for her to be born?” Mariah asked, adding, “if anything, she’s my child. You’re just the one who carried her.”
Sandra was mortified by the obliteration of her eighteen years of parenthood.
Mariah asked, “What did you tell her about her father?”
Sandra replied, “I told her he was a one night stand when I was in college, which isn’t completely a lie.”
“Well, if that lets you sleep at night,” Mariah said, “we will talk more about everything later. Now take me to our daughter’s room, now!”
Sandra had heard that exact tone before and knew that even the slightest disobedience would result in a punishment of some sort. A punishment she couldn’t risk if it ended up outing her or drawing her daughter into the twisted web.
Sandra flashed back:
The first time I disobeyed Mariah was when she tried to finger me in a crowded movie theatre, and without thinking I pushed her hand away. That was very early in our relationship, if a domme-sub hierarchy can be considered a relationship.
I came home the next day and my bedroom had been transformed. My bed was gone and replaced by a large plywood doghouse painted pink, and with the name Sandra painted in dark blue above the door. The remainder of my freshman year when I didn’t sleep at the foot of Mariah’s bed, I slept in my doghouse, a constant reminder of my role as a pet and of my solitary disobedience.
“May I walk?” Sandra asked.
“No, my pet, when we’re alone you’ll always be on all fours, just like before. Taylor and I will have to retrain our pet, she seems to have regressed from her training,” Mariah critiqued, giving yet another subtle hint of what life was now going to be like for Sandra.
Sandra should have known better than to ask such a stupid question, and she winced at the thought of being trained again. She crawled to the stairs and awkwardly up them. She went to Kelly’s room and waited outside, since the door was closed.
“So helpless,” Mariah remarked, as she opened the door to allow her pet in.