The waiter retuned with the charge slip, which Sandra signed. The copy he gave her had his name and phone number on it. Sandra smiled, feeling sexy and wanted, something she had longed for for a long, long time.
They drove home and Sandra gave Kelly her birthday present, an iPad, all the while silently stressing about what Mariah may still have in store. She expected to be used in some way by either Mariah or Taylor, yet while she was getting her pajamas from her bedroom, Mariah ignored her completely.
In Kelly’s bedroom the naive birthday girl had no idea that she had welcomed a predator into her boudoir. Taylor, on the other hand, was salivating with the thoughts of all she wanted to do with this young, pretty slave-to-be. Alas, her Mistress Mother had made it very clear that things would happen in her time frame, not Taylor’s.
In bed that night each female pondered the day that was:
Kelly was thrilled with the thought of finally having a sister of sorts, having been an only child.
Taylor was excited about having her own MILF pet and couldn’t wait to play with her new toy… although having to wait was driving her nuts.
Sandra tossed and turned as she replayed the day in her head.
As a mother she was ashamed of her weakness, of her inability to say no and to stand up for herself… and in doing so had allowed her daughter to become prey for the hungriest wolf she knew. Yet, for the first time in almost two decades, she felt like herself, felt like a woman and felt wanted.
Her pussy burned with need as she fondly remembered being Mariah’s sub. Funny how time can play tricks on you. Gone were all the stressful memories of her past, and all she could remember were the exciting memories of how it had felt when she was an obedient pet for Mariah.
Her fingers roaming freely to her cunt, she brought herself not to one, not two, but to three orgasms, as she reminisced about her many submissions over her college years.
Mariah was thrilled with how the day had gone. She was confident that Sandra would fall right back into the role she was born to play, but really had no idea until now what kind of personality Kelly would have… luckily it appeared it was like mother, like daughter.
5. MAN, KELLY FEELS LIKE A WOMAN
The next morning was a Monday and the girls had school to attend. Kelly was already dressed in her usual jeans and t-shirt when Taylor came back from her shower in just a towel and asked, “Is that what you’re wearing to school?”
Kelly looked up, surprised by the question. “That’s the plan, why?”
“Oh nothing,” Taylor asked, acting nonchalant, knowing that if Kelly was submissive deep down, she would want to know why. A submissive never wants to disappoint anyone at any time.
“No seriously,” Kelly asked, “what is it?”
Taylor, tossing her towel on the bed to reveal her voluptuous 38C breasts and her shaved pussy, reeled her in. “Oh, it’s just that where I come from, we always dress to impress.”
“You do?” Kelly asked, unable not to stare at Taylor’s large breasts.
“We do,” Taylor confirmed, pulling out a pair of stockings.
“You’re going to wear stockings?” Kelly asked, watching the pretty blonde put on her first dark brown stocking.
“I always wear them. Like Mom says, they really enhance my legs and make me stand out in a crowd. Plus, I feel so sexy when I wear them,” Taylor explained, posing sexily like she was a model in an otherwise nude stocking commercial.
“Oh,” was all Kelly could get out.
Taylor, reaching for the other stocking added, “I hate pantyhose. They’re too restrictive and get in the way when I need some action.”
Kelly was taken aback by her new roommate’s forthright declaration.
“Plus,” Taylor added, “boys love the feel of my stocking clad legs when they fuck me.”
“Oh my God,” Kelly gasped, her pussy tingling a bit from this unexpectedly frank conversation.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” Taylor asked, as if that would be the most shocking state in the history of the world, even though deep down she suspected the answer was yes.
Kelly’s face went beet red but she adamantly defended her virginity. “Yes, but that is by choice. I haven’t met the right guy yet.”
“Wow!” Taylor said overdramatically, “I can’t fathom not having sex at least every few days.”
“Really?” Kelly gasped, surprised again by such a frank admission.
“Do you do yourself?”
Kelly was again taken aback by the frank question. Her mother didn’t talk about sex, and only on rare occasions did her friends talk about it. Kelly shrugged, feeling dirty admitting to such a truth, “On occasion.”
“Oh my God,” Taylor replied, “if I don’t get off every day I turn into a fucking psychopath. You have toys at least?”
“No,” admitted, ashamed, feeling like she was in a whole different league compared to this blonde vixen.
“Well, we’re going to have to change that,” Taylor announced, as if it was a done deal. “Now about your outfit,” Taylor said, changing topics.
Kelly stood silently, every insecurity she had now prickling each thought.
Taylor pulled out a blue sundress, tossed it to Kelly and instructed, “Put this on.”
Kelly looked at the long sundress and wondered what her friends would say if she wore a dress to school. Some girls in school wore dresses, but not many and she wasn’t one of them.
Taylor, knowing Kelly needed some prodding suggested, “Just try it on, Kelly. I bet you’ll look amazing in it.”
Figuring why not, she was eighteen now and a woman, Kelly pulled off her t-shirt, but then felt naked in just her sports bra.
Taylor considered questioning the sports bra as well, but figured that may be too much too soon for this already overwhelmed pet-to-be.