“Yes, it seems logical. You already wear stockings every day as a reminder of your obedience to me,” Mariah pointed out.
I’d thought I was wearing the stockings to make me look sexier, but had to admit that in theory it was also to please my Mistress.
“So, every morning I will lay out your clothes for you. Is that understood?” Mariah asked, the question rhetorical.
“Of course, Mistress,” I answered, knowing her tone meant the decision had already been made.
And for the remainder of my time as her pet sub, I never chose any of my own clothing to wear or to purchase. Gradually my old conservative wardrobe disappeared and was replaced with a far more provocative one.
Mariah, foreshadowing what lay ahead added, “This is rule two my pet. Rule one is always to wear stockings. More rules will follow in the near future.”
“Ok,” I agreed, unaware of how strict the additional rules would be.
“Do you accept the rules, my pet?” Mariah asked.
“Do I have a choice?” a defeated, yet horny, Sandra replied.
“Don’t you go playing the victim, my slut,” Mariah scolded. “Everyone has a choice.”
“But what if I refuse?” Sandra asked, not convinced she had a choice.
Mariah answered the question with a question. “Can you refuse me, my pet? You never were able to before. Stop playing the victim, Sandra. You need me more than I need you.”
Sandra contemplated Mariah’s assessment. In truth she had never felt more alive than when she was back in college and living as Mariah’s pet. All those feelings had come rushing back with Mariah’s arrival, and if it weren’t for her daughter, her submission to Mariah would occur without hesitation.
Sandra flashed back to a moment in her freshman year:
Having been sent to my doghouse after a brief hesitation to obey an order by Mariah, I had pondered my predicament, and after I’d made a lengthy pros and cons list in my head, I’d decided to stand up for myself. I climbed out of my makeshift doghouse and went to confront Mariah.
Mariah was watching TV when I came out of my banishment and did so on two feet.
Mariah barely reacted as she noticed, “My pet has learned to walk, has she?”
I ignored the condescending tone and said defiantly, “This has to stop.”
Looking directly at me, Mariah asked, “What does?”
“The way you treat me,” I answered adamantly. “I want to be treated with respect, not like some nonhuman pet.”
“But you are my pet puppy,” Mariah answered, standing up and striding towards me, “And a proper pet needs to be disciplined when she is disobedient.”
All my life I had hated confrontation and I could already feel my resolve slipping away as Mariah reached me. Attempting to be strong, despite the growing weakness inside and an undeniable tingle down below, I muttered, “I can’t continue doing this. I deserve better.”
Mariah, her smile smug, put her hands on her stubborn pet’s shoulders, and gently pushed me to my knees. Not forcefully, but gently. There was no way her physical strength was overpowering me.
I wanted to resist, but even as my mind protested, I felt my knees giving way and myself falling to my natural submissive place on the floor.
“Good girl,” Mariah purred, “just remember my pet, I always know what is best for you.”
I looked up from my position of submission and sighed in defeat. My adamant resolve of just a few minutes ago while alone in my doghouse had vanished and my abject need to obey my Mistress had returned in full force.
Mariah, able to read me perfectly ordered, “Go ahead, Kitty, lick your Mistress’s feet. I’m wearing these lovely stockings you so love to worship.”
I desperately wanted to resist but knew I was too weak as I remained in my accustomed position on all fours and began licking my Mistress’s feet like a kitty would lick milk from a bowl.
“So I’ll ask you the question again, my pet. Do you accept the rules?” Mariah asked again, confident she already knew the answer.
“I don’t know,” Sandra answered, her body screaming Yes as her moral compass screamed No.
Mariah chuckled softly. “You’re so adorable when you try to be strong.”
“I’m not trying to be adorable,” Sandra replied, annoyed by Mariah’s condescending tone.
“I know, you’re trying to be something you aren’t, my pet. That comes to an end now,” Mariah said, her tone shifting from amused to firm. “Is your pussy wet?”
Sandra didn’t answer, which on its own answered the question.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Mariah said smugly. “You need to let go of the notion that you have any control in your life any more. I have returned, and I will once again make all your decisions for you.”
Sandra winced at the promise.
“And for heaven’s sake get down on your knees, I can’t believe you’ve been permitting yourself to stand this long in my presence!” Mariah added.
“But…” Sandra began.
“NOW!” Mariah demanded.
Sandra instantly fell to her knees.
“That’s better. I thought we made our situation clear last night. I own you; can it get any more black and white than that?”
Sandra knew she couldn’t win, deep down she didn’t want to win, yet she needed to be strong for her daughter. She had to protect her daughter. “Yes Mistress, I understand, and I even agree where I am concerned. But will you please reconsider and leave my daughter out of this?”
Mariah shrugged and conceded for the time being. “I know how hard you’re struggling with that, and I even understand why. Right now, you are my priority, my pet. So we’ll worry about Kelly and the promise you remade just last night at a later time. Understood?”
Sandra felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders! Even if this wasn’t a permanent reprieve, it was far more than she’d expected. “Yes, I do understand Mistress, and thank you so much!”
“You’re most welcome. But now I will ask you again, my cunt-licking slut, do you accept all conditions of the new rules?”
Distracted by her relief about Kelly and her wet pussy doing all the thinking for her as far as her own situation was concerned, Sandra whispered, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Mariah sighed.
“Yes, Mistress, I will I obey the rules,” Sandra agreed, knowing it was easier to agree now than if she were forced to agree later.
“Good,” Mariah said, suddenly chipper. “Now go shower and come back to me once you’ve dressed for work.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sandra replied, hoping a cold shower would calm her down.
While in the shower, Sandra desperately tried to think of some way to protect her daughter permanently from these two predators.
Other than up and leaving, which would be tough to explain to her daughter during track season, where Kelly was a star, and so close to her graduation, the other options seemed impossible.
How do you tell your daughter about a past as dark and naughty as hers? Eventually it occurred to her that the best idea would be to warn her daughter without going into all the sordid details.