On the bus ride home Sunday morning, the girls celebrated their victories as they’d finished second in the Zone in overall points, their school’s highest total ever. Oddly, even though Kelly was thrilled with her success and the chance to win a Regional championship or two, she couldn’t think straight, as her pussy begged for attention.
One more hour until they’d be home and Kelly couldn’t hold back any longer. She went to the tiny bus washroom and pleasured herself with her tiny bullet. Unfortunately, after the full feeling the bottle had given her last night, as well as the amazing blast of the showerhead, the toy now wasn’t doing any more than teasing her. By this time she was so horny she couldn’t think straight. She looked around the tiny washroom for something bigger, but there was nothing. Suddenly a ridiculous idea popped into her head. Pilfering through her purse, she grabbed her new galaxy three phone, and studied it appraisingly.
Using the bullet on her clit, she took her phone and rubbed the edge of it up and down her pussy lips. Her desperation to come overriding logic, she began inserting her phone in her pussy. Once the phone was halfway in, widening her lips dramatically, she began seriously to fuck herself with her phone. The buzzing of the toy on her clit and the phone being stroked inside her had her orgasm building when the phone started buzzing too. Her phone was ringing inside her pussy! Kelly let out a moan as the vibrations from the phone brought her intense pleasure, so instead of answering it she allowed it to ring and ring and ring until the inevitable orgasm occurred. Cum leaked out of her as the phone brought her to orgasm and then stopped buzzing. As the climax ran its course, Sandra pulled her phone out and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe it off.
Standing up, she looked in the mirror and stared at herself. What’s becoming of me?
Checking her phone, which still worked and didn’t look any worse for wear, she noticed the missed call was from her Mom. She shook her head at the bizarreness of it all and laughed like crazy. My Mom just made me come! How crazy is that?
16. Raise a Little Sub
During the two elders’ absence, Kelly had arrived home to an empty house around noon, and being tired from her adventures, athletic and otherwise, had left a note in the kitchen before immediately going upstairs to sleep.
Mariah, being generous, allowed Sandra to work the rest of Sunday as she prepared for her trip to Toronto.
It wasn’t until bedtime that Mariah entered Sandra’s office and said, “Well, today was fun.”
Sandra blushed, remembering the day’s earlier ordeal, her pussy tingling in sympathy. It was crazy, Sandra had been so focused on work she hadn’t thought of anything else but the task at hand, but one sentence from Mariah and she was back to being that submissive college girl. “It was interesting.”
“Remember when we went to Caroline’s wedding?” Mariah asked.
Sandra went even redder as she remembered the humiliation of her first rejection.
Sandra flashed back to a Sunday at a church:
Just before our last year of college started, at a wedding service of a friend of ours, who I’d been ordered to lick to orgasm before the service, I was shocked by Mariah’s newest order.
“Go into the Reverend’s office and offer to suck his cock,” Mariah ordered.
After three years I was well accustomed to Mariah’s wicked tasks, but this instruction still shocked me. “P-p-pardon?”
“He kept checking us out during the service,” Mariah explained.
“Probably because we’re dressed for clubbing and not for a wedding ceremony,” I pointed out; both of us were dressed in black leather skirts, nylons and five-inch heels.
“Well either way, go see if you can tempt him,” Mariah ordered me.
“Please,” I pleaded, even though I knew by now that such begging never worked.
“Right now, slut,” Mariah ordered, as she pointed to the door. “Look, he just went into his office.”
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” I sighed, always ending up accepting any task from her, no matter how ludicrous. Predictably, no matter what my brain thought of the idea, my cunt was dripping wet at the thought of the naughty task at hand.
Reaching the open door, I knocked and asked, “Reverend, may I speak with you in private?”
“Sure,” he smiled warmly, not showing any sign of distraction by my slutty attire.
I went in and closed the door. “That was a very nice service.”
“Thank you, they’re a lovely couple,” he said.
“Yes they are,” I agreed, not sure how to approach what I was supposed to ask.
“So, what can I do for you, young lady?” he asked.
My face was burning red, feeling the fiery flames of hell, but I pushed on. “I want to thank you personally for such a lovely ceremony.”
“You do?” he asked, confused.
Suddenly feeling confident after he glanced down at my legs, I walked around his desk and approached him saying, “Yes, I do.”
Reaching his side as he remained seated at his desk, I took a risk, lowering myself beside him.
“W-w-what are you doing?” he stammered.
“Thanking you personally by worshipping your member,” I explained, reaching for the Reverend’s crotch. Conveniently, his swivel chair didn’t have arms.
“Young lady,” he rebuked me, sternly pushing my hand away and standing up.
“Sir, I want to worship your cock with my mouth,” I insisted, determined to complete my task.
“What? Get out of here this minute,” he ordered angrily, yanking the sinful me off my knees.
“Your loss,” I shrugged, looking him in the eyes, trying to shock him. “The bride thought I was great, before the service.”
“You’re a blasphemy of a woman,” he condemned me, “Now leave me this instant.”
“Yes, that didn’t go too well,” Sandra recalled.
“Lucille will be fun to turn,” Mariah said.
“She is a complete bitch,” Sandra said, remembering not only her earlier treatment at the hands of Lucille today, but on many occasions throughout her years at the church.
“She sees through your charade,” Mariah said, matter-of-factly.
“There was no charade when I was going to church, I’d become a completely different person,” Sandra pointed out.
“You can’t change who you are, just as you can’t change your past. You were submissive when we were together back then, you remained submissive since then even though you were in denial all those years, and you will always be submissive, no matter how much you embrace that fact or try to run away from it,” Mariah expounded, psychoanalyzing her sub like she did so often.
Being honest, Sandra shrugged, “Maybe you’re right, but I was quite content these past eighteen years.”
“You were living a lie, and perceptive people such as Carissa could tell,” Mariah smiled. “Were you honestly happy? I mean truly happy, like you were under me?”
“I thought I was,” Sandra mused, considering the previous eighteen years and her firm resolve to break free from Mariah and her powerful psychological pull.
“Yet you returned to your rightful position beneath me so easily,” Mariah smiled.
Sandra sighed, “I thought I could resist you if I ever encountered you again.”
“But?” Mariah asked, knowing the answer.
“But apparently I can’t,” Sandra admitted, as Mariah opened her legs to offer her pet a snack.