Sandra frantically began bucking her ass back, taking both the cock and the fingers deeper in her, and in less than twenty seconds her orgasm hit like thunder and lightning. Sparks flew, her scream exploded and her body quaked as an orgasm that had been over eighteen years in repression surged forth to overcome her body.
As Sandra collapsed forward, Mariah continued the double assault on her pet’s holes, wanting this orgasm to be the one that Sandra focused on any time she had second thoughts about her total submission.
As the never-ending orgasm pulsed through Sandra’s entire being, and as her pussy and ass continued to be ravished, she found bliss. In this brief moment of clarity, during the precious seconds after an orgasm hits and before euphoria takes over, Sandra knew she would never run away again. No matter the implications of what lay ahead as she accepted her need to submit unconditionally, she knew she was Mariah’s without question, and now it seemed she was Taylor’s too. Hopefully Kelly was stronger than her.
Eventually, Mariah pulled out of her exhausted slut and tossed off the fake cock. Horny herself, especially after all that had transpired today, she flipped her pet onto her back and straddled her face.
Without a word she lowered her perfectly trimmed cunt and teased as she rubbed her pussy all over Sandra’s face, “You’ve probably missed this too, haven’t you?
Sandra had licked Mariah’s pussy so many times in their four-year relationship that it became like water for her, a necessity of life. She craved it and had craved the taste ever since she’d left, like someone who quits smoking will sometimes crave a smoke even twenty years later, and like someone who starts up after all those years of resisting the temptation, one brief drag and they’re addicted again. As Sandra tasted Mariah’s wetness on her lips and was drawn into the intoxicating and hypnotizing scent she was addicted again. “Yes, Mistress, I have,” she admitted, extending her tongue to her addiction of choice.
At that moment, Mariah’s cell rang. “Fuck!” Mariah reluctantly got off her pet and ran downstairs to her phone.
Sandra lay on her daughter’s bed, too exhausted to move.
Downstairs, Mariah answered the phone. “This better be good,” she greeted.
Taylor was on the line. “We’re on our way home.”
“That was quicker than I expected,” Mariah replied, annoyed that Taylor hadn’t done her job.
“She forgot her wallet,” Taylor explained in justification, having known her mother wouldn’t be happy.
“Fine,” Mariah said and hung up. Returning to Kelly’s room she said, “Our daughters are on their way back, so you’d better get dressed.”
Sandra got her second wind in a heartbeat of worry as she bolted up frantically. She quickly tidied the bed and ran out of the room. Mariah smiled at the determination of her sub to hide the truth.
It was inevitable that the secret would come out, but Mariah would allow her pet to have it kept safe for a little while longer. She grabbed the strap-on, headed to her new room and opened her suitcase. She found a pair of thigh highs and brought them downstairs.
Her pet was dressed already and pacing back and forth. “Relax, my pet,” Mariah said, offering a comforting thought, “Taylor knows me well enough that she will have guessed of your slutty transgression, but Kelly will have no idea unless you start acting all weird.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Sandra sighed, and caught the stockings her Mistress tossed at her.
“Put those on,” the Mistress ordered, all part of her submissive dressing protocol.
Sandra asked incredulously, “With these shorts?”
“If you wish, although I would suggest perhaps a different outfit, especially for the supper we’re going to later tonight,” Mariah revealed.
“Supper?” Sandra repeated.
“Yes, the birthday supper you booked for your daughter tonight at The Rose House.”
“How did you know about that?” Sandra asked.
“Oh, I know many, many things, my pet,” Mariah replied, adding another bombshell to the already devastated landscape that was Sandra’s new life.
“I’d better go change then,” Sandra said, wondering what else Mariah knew.
“Yes, you’d better,” Mariah agreed, already looking forward to tonight.
As Sandra walked up the stairs to the room that was no longer hers, she wondered how she was ever going to protect her daughter from the life-altering fate she herself was trapped in.
4. HUNGRY LIKE A SLUT
Mariah had convinced everyone to dress up for Kelly’s eighteenth birthday supper, and as they walked into the restaurant, all eyes were directed at the four attractive women dressed to the nines. All four had dresses on, and all four wore thigh high stockings underneath. A number of men and a couple of women spent a fair amount of their dinnertime ogling the four beauties.
Mariah had phoned ahead, expanding Sandra’s reservation to four and seated the four strategically, so her pet Sandra was at her side, and they were against the wall so she could see everything.
Once they were seated, they scanned the menus and exchanged chit-chat about what there was to do in this northern Canadian city. Edmonton was large for a Canadian city, but tiny compared to where Mariah was from… although she was excited about seeing one of the biggest malls in the world, where the Patrick Swayze movie ‘Christmas in Wonderland’ had been filmed.
The breadsticks arrived, and as soon as the waiter left Taylor announced, “I need to go to the ladies room. Kelly, come with me?”
Kelly shrugged. “Sure.”
The moment they were out of view, Mariah took a breadstick and smiled, “I think this needs some special sauce. Don’t you think, slut?”
Sandra gasped, “You aren’t serious?”
Mariah smirked, “Oh, I’m deadly serious. Now open your legs, slave.”
Sandra obeyed reluctantly, thankful their table was somewhat secluded and no one would be able to see what they were doing.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Mariah said annoyed, “you’re fucking wearing panties.”
“S-s-sorry,” Sandra stammered, knowing from past experience that Mariah getting annoyed usually resulted in Sandra getting punished.
“Take them off immediately,” Mariah demanded, her tone teetering on anger.
“Here?” Sandra asked, even though the answer was obvious.
“Now!” Mariah snapped, her limited patience already reaching a boiling point.
Sandra looked around quickly and then lifted her ass up and rather smoothly, considering her sitting position, pulled them down to her ankles.
“Give them to me,” Mariah ordered, her hand held open and higher than the tabletop.
Sandra reluctantly lifted a foot up so she could reach and nervously handed them over. The thought of how Mariah might use them stressed her out. Unlike her removing them, this exchange was made in plain view of other diners, and an observer might easily guess what was being handed over.
Mariah placed them openly not on Sandra’s empty plate but on Kelly’s, before roughly moving the breadstick between her sub’s legs and shoving one end into her cunt. A couple quick pumps and she pulled it out and flipped it around before shoving the other end of the baked good into her shocked slave’s cunt.
The waiter returned to fill up their glasses and saw the panties on the table. The boy, clearly in his early twenties, did a doubletake, but pretended not to notice as he filled the water glasses, oblivious to the breadstick currently lodged in the pretty brunette’s cunt.