As soon as the waiter left, the process was repeated for all but two of the breadsticks, which Mariah placed, unjuiced, on her own plate. The final Sandra-flavored breadstick was replaced in the basket just before the girls returned.
Sandra sweated, seeing the girls coming back and her slightly soiled panties still sitting on her daughter’s plate.
Mariah smiled, “After your disobedience, I should leave them out for your daughter to discover.”
Sandra flashed back to an earlier threat:
A couple of months after first submitting to Mariah, I was studying in the library for a test when I was startled by her voice.
“What a surprise to see a dyke like you in a place like this,” Mariah said, all sing-song.
My face burned with embarrassment and I shushed my Mistress. “Shhhhh, not here.”
Mariah’s face shifted from playful to angry in a heartbeat. She grabbed a pencil from the desk and whispered in her disobedient pet’s ear, “Embarrassed someone might hear that you’re a dyke? Fuck yourself with this pencil so they can also see that you’re a slut.”
“Please, no,” I whispered, mortified at the instruction.
“Now!” Mariah snapped.
I looked around nervously as I took the pencil, fearful of facing Mariah’s full wrath. Turning my body sideways, I brought the pencil under my dress and slipped it inside my pussy.
Mariah watched me do it as she whispered in my ear. “I was just grabbing a book for my essay and had no intention of making you do anything, but your disrespect forced you into immediate punishment. Now come like the fucking slut you are… right here in the library.”
I felt simultaneous shame and frustration for my ill-considered disobedience and the consequences resulting from that disobedience. I rotated the pencil vigorously in a circle, trying to get myself off quickly.
Mariah nibbled on my ear, and the odds of someone noticing something skyrocketed as she demanded, not softly, “Come, my slut. Come like the little whore you are. Now!”
It took a few more seconds, but I came from fucking herself with a pencil in the library, grinding my teeth together not to scream.
Sandra pleaded, “I wasn’t thinking, Mistress. Please, I’ll be a good girl.”
Mariah reached for the panties and put them on the seat between us, out of view of the two girls, just seconds before they returned, talking a mile a minute like teenage girls do.
Sitting down, Taylor looked a question to her Mom, who answered with a glance at the breadsticks. Taylor smiled, understanding with one subtle glance what had transpired during the brief time they were gone.
Sandra watched in absolute terror as her daughter picked up a breadstick saying, “This place has the best breadsticks in the world.”
Mariah quipped, the innuendo understood by all but the innocent daughter, “I hear their special marinade is out of this world.”
Kelly dipped her breadstick in the dipping sauce, Sandra praying it would conceal the scent and taste of her pussy juice on it. Sandra then grimaced as her daughter put it to her mouth and took a bite, unknowingly sampling her own Mother’s juices.
Mariah asked, “How is it? Good?”
Kelly, glowing, answered, “Amazing, there even seems to be something slightly different about it this time.”
“What do you think it might be?” Mariah asked curiously, piling on her pet’s humiliation.
“I can’t explain it. It just seems extra tangy,” Kelly answered. “I like it.”
Taylor burst out laughing.
“What?” Kelly asked.
“Oh nothing,” Taylor covered, a glare from her Mother quickly making her compose herself, “I just find the word ‘tangy’ to be funny.”
Kelly thought about it for a moment before agreeing, “It is kind of funny, isn’t it?”
Mariah took a bite of one of her untreated ones and Taylor did the same, with the marinade although without the dipping sauce, and smiled, looking directly at her MILF pet-to-be, and said, “Oh my goodness Kelly, these really are quite tangy.”
Sandra burned in embarrassment but said nothing.
Mariah asked, “Are you not going to try one, Sandra?”
“I’m watching my carbs,” Sandra replied, trying to cover the real reason she didn’t want to have one.
Mariah insisted, “Nonsense! You’ve got to try one, they’re heavenly, so sweet and tangy,” which had both teenage girls laughing.
Kelly ordered, very unlike her, “Mom, I insist you try one. It’s my birthday and the carb rules are on hold for the day.”
Defeated, Sandra took one and said, desperate to take the attention off her, “Fine, but if this turns me into a big fatty, you are so grounded.”
Everyone laughed, and both Taylor and Mariah watched with quiet intensity as Sandra crunched down on the breadstick with her own pussy juice on it.
Not surprisingly, Sandra coated it with dipping sauce, trying to disguise her own taste. She took a bite, and if she hadn’t known what she’d added, it was unlikely she would have noticed. Relieved, she ate the rest of the breadstick.
The rest of the meal went without incident, other than Taylor’s foot between Sandra’s legs constantly teasing her throughout the meal.
Taylor and Kelly were in the bathroom again, as the grownups waited for the bill. Mariah asked, “Do you think our waiter was good?”
“I guess,” Sandra answered, unaware of Mariah’s intent, even though she shouldn’t have been.
Mariah handed Sandra back her panties.
Sandra looked at her, unsure of what to do with them until Mariah ordered, “Give them to him as a tip, and be sexy about it.”
“Oh my,” Sandra blushed.
“You should hurry, your daughter could be back any second and you’ll still have to do it,” Mariah warned.
Sandra looked for the waiter and was thankful he was coming their way. You know things have gone drastically wrong when you’re thankful the waiter is on his way over so you can give him your panties, Sandra thought to herself.
The waiter arrived and Sandra gave him her credit card and her panties, and smiled seductively, trying to be a good pet for Mariah, and yet hurrying to get it done before her daughter returned. “Put it on my credit card, sexy, and here’s a little gift for such good service.” He was clearly shocked by the gift, as he held it like it was gold. Feeling sexy for the first time in a while she added, her lips close to his ear, “They may be a little wet, my friend here fucked the shit out of me earlier.”
His eyes went wide as she bit his earlobe, before he moved away.
He stammered, “T-t-thanks,” as he hurriedly put the intimate cargo in his pants pocket.
“Anytime, sexy,” Sandra purred back. The waiter left with her credit card.
Mariah complimented her slut. “That was very good, especially the end part. Maybe I won’t have to completely retrain you like I thought.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Sandra replied, happy to have made her Mistress proud, as she saw the girls returning.