Sandra flashed back to another shocking time:
In my sophomore year, things were pretty clear in my domme-sub relationship with Mariah. I was in love with my Mistress and had become a very loyal, obedient sub. But I came home one night after volleyball to find Mariah on the couch with someone between her legs. I was devastated. Although our relationship was unorthodox, I’d believed we were in an exclusive lesbian relationship (except for the guys Mariah brought home on occasion). I felt betrayed and could feel my heart breaking.
Mariah smiled at me, saw my despair and reassured me in a tender voice, “My pet, you’ll always be my favorite, but variety is the spice of life. Now get over here and lick Professor Wilson for me.”
“P-p-professor Wilson?” I asked, shocked to the core at who she was telling me was on her knees licking her. Professor Wilson was our Psychology professor and in her early fifties. She was pretty, a bit chubby, with massive breasts that the male students drooled over.
“Yes, none other,” Mariah confirmed, “and she’s a damn fine pussy-pleaser.”
I remained in place, staring and trying to figure out how Professor Wilson could have ended up where she was.
Mariah seemed to read my mind and asked, “Wondering how I ended up getting the Professor to eat my cunt, my pet?”
I nodded, watching the scene with a growing sense of jealousy. Her cunt was mine to eat.
“Pretty simple,” Mariah began. “It was obvious she was a dyke by the way she was always checking us both out. Oh sure, she thought she was being subtle, but she wasn’t.”
I couldn’t believe our Professor had been checking us, and particularly uncurvy me, out.
“So after class last week, I walked into her office and asked bluntly if she was hungry for my cunt. She feigned innocence, but a few minutes later her door was locked and she was on her knees dining on my cunt. Isn’t that right, Professor?”
The Professor looked up, her face red with shame, and admitted, “Yes ma’am, that is correct.”
“And you love eating my cunt, don’t you?” Mariah questioned.
“Yes, Mistress Mariah,” the embarrassed Professor agreed, looking at Mariah but not at me.
“And you’re going to be our pet for the rest of the year, aren’t you, Professor?” Mariah asked, revealing yet another surprise.
The Professor answered, her voice almost a whisper, “Yes, Mistress Mariah.”
I was in awe at the power Mariah had over the Professor, even though based on how easily I myself had fallen under Mariah’s hypnotic spell, it shouldn’t have come as too much of a surprise.
“Go crawl to Sandra and offer her your services,” Mariah ordered.
The Professor turned and crawled the few steps to where I was still standing near the door and looking up asked me, “May I eat your cunt, Mistress Sandra?”
I was flabbergasted at hearing the word ‘Mistress’ used by someone referring to myself. I looked to my own Mistress who nodded in confirmation that this was my next task, to be eaten by the Professor. Looking back down, the Professor looking up at me so eager and sexy and hopeful from her submissive position had my pussy on fire. I asked her, horny but still the sweet person I always had been and both unaccustomed to and ill-prepared for a dominant role, “You sure? You don’t have to.”
The Professor replied, surprising me again, “Yes, Mistress Sandra, I want to lick your cunt. I want to be your teacher slave.” Then she began untying my shoes.
I allowed myself to be worshipfully undressed out of my volleyball gear. The Professor stayed on her knees as she removed my socks and shorts. I was no longer allowed to wear panties even when playing sports and the extra absorbency might be helpful. The Professor rose up on her knees and began licking my pussy. She was a very experienced cunt-licker, and had me on the brink of orgasm in only a few minutes, even with my awkward standing position.
I wasn’t one to use profanity very often, I’m still not, but I couldn’t control myself as I grabbed my Professor’s head and pulled her face as deep inside me as I could. I rubbed my Professor’s face up and down on my cunt until I screamed, “Oh fuck, yes, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!”
The rest of our sophomore year, Professor Wilson was an eager sub to both Mariah and me until she left the school at the end of the school year. I found it a confusing year as I never quite understood my place in my relationship with Mariah. It was clear Mariah was in charge, but whenever we interacted with anyone else it was always unpredictable what my role would be.
“Get your paws on the couch, my pet. I want you to watch this,” Mariah instructed, with a devious smile.
Sandra obeyed the strange demand, curious to see who was between Mariah’s red stocking-clad legs. Once her ‘paws’ were on the couch and she was sitting next to Mariah, she got a very good look at who was between her Mistress’ legs when Taylor looked up at her with a saucy grin.
Mariah asked, “Surprised?”
“Yes, Mistress, and shocked; this is incest,” Sandra answered, watching in voyeuristic awe as a daughter licked her mother. Of course, she had witnessed years ago Mariah’s mother submitting too so it shouldn’t have been that big a shock.
“Yes it is, my pet, but I bet your slut box is already leaking from watching, isn’t it?” Mariah predicted confidently.
Sandra couldn’t deny her pussy was soaked, but it had been like that all week because of those two silver balls bouncing around inside her. “Yes, but it’s these damn balls that are driving me crazy.”
“And the fact you haven’t come for a week,” Mariah added.
Sandra agreed, unable to take her eyes off Taylor eagerly licking her mother, “Yes Mistress, that’s also driving me crazy.”
“A penny for your thoughts,” Mariah said.
Sandra had a trillion thoughts rocketing through her head, but the main one was what she was currently witnessing. Sandra admitted, “I just can’t believe you’re committing incest.”
“You will be too, and soon,” Mariah promised.
“Pardon?” Sandra gasped.
“Pardon, what?” Mariah asked, knowing she needed to be consistent while retraining her sub.
“Pardon, Mistress Mariah,” Sandra corrected herself, hiding the annoyance she felt at being corrected.
“Well, it is the natural next step,” Mariah answered as if that explained everything.
“It’s very unnatural,” Sandra protested, determined that this time she must now stand up for herself and her pure daughter.
Mariah’s tone shifted slightly as she let out a moan and scolded her daughter, “Slut, slow down, Mommy isn’t ready yet.”
“Yes, Mistress Mommy,” Taylor mumbled in return, her lips never leaving her Mother’s delicious nectar.