`The polite tone of Mariah’s order seemed so absurd in comparison to everything she’d made Sandra do. Sandra added, “Can I have a chicken grill combo and a coke?”
“Is that everything?” the male voice asked.
“Yes,” Sandra answered after glancing to Mariah for confirmation.
Sandra moved up, dreading the window where she’d have to pay. To make matters worse, she’d have to pay first, then go to a second window to get her food and be seen by someone each time. Maybe if she averted her face, she could hide behind the towel. But Mariah reached over and draped the towel, sticky side up, over the headrest and instructed, “Make sure to smile, slut.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sandra agreed as she began the slow roll forward to the window to pay. Once there, the teenage cashier began, “That will be fourteen….” He froze as he realized what he was seeing. The irregular white coating hadn’t yet had a chance to dry, so it was obvious what it was, and the volume was astounding. He stammered, “T-t-that w-w-will be fourteen seventy-eight.” His eyes never left the cum-covered Sandra’s head and face.
Mariah handed her slut a twenty and ordered loud and clear, “Pay the young man, my slut.”
Sandra blushed as humiliation burned through her very being as she accepted the cash and passed it along to the bewildered young man. He took the money and a moment later returned with the change, his eyes again never leaving Sandra’s white, gooey head.
Sandra could either try to look inconspicuous, which was impossible, or brazen it out. “Thank you, sexy,” she replied with a cheap, slutty leer as he handed her back the change.
“Y-you’re w-w-welcome,” the teenager stammered as Sandra rolled forward, thankful she was halfway finished with her humiliating McDonald’s ordeal.
Mariah ordered, “Ask for extra napkins so you can wipe the cum off your face.”
Sandra turned and stared at Mariah, her mouth dropping open.
“Is there a problem?” Mariah asked, her tone indicating there had better not be.
“Of course not, Mistress,” a defeated and slightly scared Sandra replied.
Rolling up to the second window, a young strawberry blonde female began to hand her the food when she froze. Her eyes went big as she stared at Sandra and her cum-coated head.
Sandra reached for the food and asked politely, “May I have some extra napkins?”
“Sure,” the stunned girl said, trying totally unsuccessfully to act like nothing odd was happening.
Mariah cleared her throat meaningfully and Sandra took note.
When the girl returned a moment later with more napkins, Sandra smiled and explained, attempting to be casual, “I forgot to clean my face after my glory hole session and this cum is drying too fast. Do I have any in my ear?”
The cute blonde totally lost any pretensions of normalcy and burst out in appreciative laughter. “I hate when that happens,” she quipped. “No, your ear looks fine, but your hair looks like you shampooed it with raw egg whites and forgot to rinse. You must have had fun!”
Mariah laughed out loud as Sandra began pulling away, greatly relieved at the girl’s jovial response.
The rest of the drive home was silent until they pulled into the driveway. Mariah asked, “Do you still go to church every Sunday?”
Sandra panicked again as she could tell by her Mistress’s tone that another punishment was in the works.
“Yes,” Sandra admitted, adding, “I’m a greeter tomorrow.”
“Oh, that’s perfect,” Mariah quipped, her mind already plotting tomorrow morning.
SUNDAY BUZZING SUNDAY
The next morning Sandra showered quietly, hoping to sneak out of the house for church without waking either Mariah or Taylor. She dressed according to Mariah’s dress code but wore a skirt long enough to hide the tops of her thigh highs.
Sandra was sneaking out of her own home when she heard Mariah’s voice questioning, “You weren’t leaving without instructions from your Mistress were you, my cunt-licking slut?”
Sandra grimaced at the last three words as name-calling during a conversation always signaled her Mistress wasn’t happy. Sandra lied, “Of course not Mistress Mariah, I was just waiting until the very last moment to awaken you and learn of my task before leaving.”
“You mean your fourth punishment,” Mariah corrected.
“Of course, Mistress,” Sandra agreed, dreading whatever Mariah had planned.
Mariah handed her pretty pet a vibrating egg.
Sandra’s eyes went big. She asked, “You want me to use this while I’m at church?”
“Of course,” Mariah smiled, adding, “I want you thinking of me the whole time you’re greeting the members of the congregation.”
“But everyone will know,” Sandra pleaded, without directly questioning the order.
Mariah took the egg back, turned it on, and reached down to slip it expertly inside her pet’s cunt.
Sandra let out a soft moan at having her cunt touched, and again when the lightweight pulses began tingling inside her.
Mariah explained. “As you can tell, the toy is quiet as a mouse. Your primary concern will be keeping it inside you without your panties.”
“Then may I please wear panties?” Sandra begged.
“What will you give me in return?” Mariah asked.
As the toy inside her was already getting her wet, Sandra offered, desperate to be allowed to wear panties to keep her cum from trickling down her legs while at church, “Whatever you wish.”
Mariah agreed. “Tell you what, you may wear a thong if you wish, and in return you must at some point during your time at church cup the breast of someone you’d like to fuck.”