LIKE MOMMY, LIKE DAUGHTER: 2 OBEY
11. LOVE THE WAY YOU LICK
Sandra woke up Saturday late in the morning after having spent the night in her daughter’s bedroom (her daughter being away at a track tournament in Calgary) pleasing her new in-training eighteen-year-old Mistress, Taylor. As she replayed last night in her head, she sighed at her weakness and her need to obey. She also relived in her head the incest scene she’d witnessed between Mariah and Taylor and briefly envisioned that scene being re-enacted by herself and Kelly. She quickly shook off the thought.
Turning over, Sandra saw her young Mistress still sleeping. Sandra quietly snuck out of bed and her daughter’s room and went down to her own new bedroom in the basement (she had surrendered her former master bedroom to Mariah) and into the adjoining bathroom for a shower.
Once she was dressed, Sandra went up to the kitchen and was greeted by Mariah, who was already dressed, seated at the kitchen table and enjoying some sliced fruit. “Good morning, slut.”
“Good morning, Mistress Mariah,” Sandra answered, as always dropping to her knees.
“Would you like some breakfast?” Mariah asked.
“Always,” Sandra replied, crawling to her Mistress, both women’s cunts already wet in expectation of their morning routine.
Mariah spread her legs and allowed her pet to crawl to her under the table.
Sandra didn’t hesitate as she crawled submissively under her own table in her own kitchen, between Mariah’s stocking-clad legs and to the sweetness she’d missed out on for all these years. She extended her tongue and slowly licked her Mistress’s pussy. Remembering her earlier years of ‘special’ breakfasts, she knew at this time of day it was to be a slow, tender, brimming pleasure. It would typically last anywhere from fifteen minutes to sometimes as long as an hour.
Sandra flashed back to her first of many ‘special’ breakfasts:
It was March of my freshman year when I woke up and crawled out of my doghouse, having been sent to bed early by my Mistress for some trivial disobedience. Needing permission to have a shower on a weekend (weekdays were still my own call), I crawled to Mariah’s door. She was still sleeping, so I waited like the loyal pet I had become.
An hour later, Mariah woke up and smiled at seeing her pet patiently waiting for her, hands on the carpet and resting on my haunches. “Good morning, slut. Follow me.”
I greeted, “Good morning, Mistress Mariah,” and crawled after my blonde Mistress.
“Are you hungry for some breakfast?” Mariah asked as she sat down on the couch.
“Yes, Mistress,” I admitted, starving after being sent to bed last night without supper.
“Well, crawl between my legs and have your new ‘special’ breakfast,” Mariah offered, once again surprising her still-in-training pet.
I didn’t pause, after having hesitated yesterday and being punished for it, I crawled into position between my Mistress’s legs. I leaned forward and began a tradition that would last every weekend for the next three-plus years.
As Sandra licked her Mistress’s cunt, Mariah spoke. “Oh, how I’ve missed this morning ritual. I so love the way you lick me, my pet.”
Sandra always loved the rare moments of intimacy when Mariah spoke to her softly, with tenderness and sweetness. Sandra briefly took Mariah’s clit into her mouth in response.
“You obviously missed this too,” Mariah moaned. Then changing topics, “Some day next week I’ll be picking Kelly up from school after her track practice and take her shopping.”
Sandra heard the words, knew she should be protective of her daughter, but knew she was helpless against the powerful will of her Mistress. Instead, now her only motherly option was to tell her daughter the humiliating truth of her past and warn her to be strong. Instead, she focused on savoring Mariah’s sweetness, a taste she’d once been so addicted to she’d craved it like an alcoholic craves liquor or a smoker craves nicotine.
Mariah continued, “And once Kelly is my pet, you officially become Taylor’s, although I think we should continue this morning breakfast ritual. Don’t you agree?”
Sandra continued the lavishly slow pleasing as she answered, “Oh yes Mistress, I would hate to see this tradition ever end again.”
“Good girl,” Mariah moaned as she opened the newspaper and allowed her pet to pleasure her slowly for the next forty minutes.
By the time Mariah finally spoke again, Sandra’s knees were aching and her neck was sore. “So after you finish breakfast my pet, I expect you to go upstairs and wake up Taylor. She’s not much of a morning person. Then I’ll have an outfit for you to wear tonight when we go out for you to fulfill the third of your eighteen punishments.”
Sandra’s eyes went big, as the anxiety of the unknown always caused her major stress. She always ended up enjoying whatever humiliation Mariah would set up for her, yet the day of anticipation was still nerve-wracking.
Sandra felt her head being pulled deeper into Mariah’s wetness, an unspoken cue that her Mistress now wanted to come. She shifted from slow licking to concentrated pressure as she sucked Mariah’s clit into her mouth while using her tongue on it recklessly.
Mariah’s moans escalated from the lengthy simmering to heavier breathing as her pet’s intense ministrations increased.
A couple minutes later her legs stiffened and she squirted like a broken faucet all over Sandra’s face. Sandra bathed in the juices, moving her face around to get it soaked everywhere, loving every drop.
Once she was completely spent, Mariah snapped her fingers and Sandra obediently crawled out from under the table and returned to her daughter’s room to awaken her younger Mistress. She crawled onto the bed, under the sheets and between the blonde teen’s legs. She licked the girl’s dry cunt lightly, hoping not to startle her too much.
Taylor was already slightly awake and knew exactly what was going on, but decided to play mind games with the older slut. She moaned, “Oh yes Kelly, lick my cunt again, you dirty little dyke.”
Sandra wondered whether Taylor was dreaming or her daughter Kelly had already submitted to her. Regardless of what might have transpired she couldn’t do anything about, it and she certainly wasn’t going to ask Taylor for clarification, so she just focused on waking her Mistress-to-be properly. She replicated the slow pleasing she’d already done for Mariah, Taylor’s Mother.
Taylor enjoyed the leisurely licking and just allowed the slow buildup to grow. Her eyes remained closed as she fantasized about all the things she planned to do to this MILF slut once she was completely hers.
Twenty minutes later, Taylor’s fantasies getting her revved up, she ordered, “Finger fuck me, slut.”
Sandra was relieved to get permission to get her off, as her jaw was killing her. She slid two fingers inside the teen’s wet box. She pumped furiously while assaulting the teen’s clit with her tongue.