Spoiled Girl No More

By: Suzy Suburbanite

Part 1

Chapter 1

Six o’clock in the evening on yet another Monday spent away from home. I was at the point where I could barely remember what town I was in, much less what day it was.

‘Houston, this month I’m in Houston,’ I remembered sorely, ‘all because that bitch Heather had another goddamned family emergency.’

Single consultants were always the first to get chucked out the door for these brutally-long engagements. What had been a pleasant regional consulting job months before, was now a pain-in-the-ass international job, due to staff cutbacks and other cost-cutting measures within our firm. I was tired and frustrated. I hate flying, and even more, I hate flying and having an initial meeting with a new customer in yet another wood paneled boardroom with a fist-full of “manage-by-magazine” no nothings on the same day.

“Why yes Mr. Smith, your idea is completely fabulous,” it was the same in every town, in every boardroom, ‘sanctimonious assholes.’

Me? Your rapidly burning out narrator? Well, I’m Jennifer. Jennifer Rhodes. Jenny to my friends and family. I’m thirty-seven years old, twice-divorced, no kids, and terribly angry with work and life.

I’m standing in the lobby of another stupid, business class hotel. I’m waiting for another clueless bitch with a fifth-grade education, from some godforsaken, third-world shithole, trying to figure out the computer she’s standing before. She giggles, I get angrier. She smiles politely, I get enraged.

‘Shit I need a drink,’ I’m praying this day will wind down soon, ‘where’s the fucking bar?’

“No smoking, yes?” the girl just keeps piling-on those straws.

“No...smoking...I reserved a smoking room,” Christ, it’s not her fault, “where’s the bar?”

“The other side of the lobby ma’am,” she was trying to be helpful, but the “ma’am” thing just about killed me.

“Take them to my room and bring me the key in the bar,” I almost threw the room key at the bellman, gesturing towards my bags, before I marched towards the magic elixir that makes the pain go away.

As I enter the barroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in a wall mirror. I looked harsh. I looked mean. My strawberry blonde hair was pulled too tight in a bun; my make-up was applied too heavily; and the scowl I wore left no doubt to any observer that my day sucked.

“Vodka martini, dirty,” I barked at the kid tending bar.

“Rough day?” at least the kid was smart enough not to call me ma’am.

“I’ve had better,” what is it with bartenders. What fucking business is it of this kid’s if my boyfriend told me--as I was walking out the door this morning--that he wouldn’t be there when I got back?

“I’m sorry Jenny, I’ve found someone else,” he wasn’t even angry. He just seemed devoid for any emotion towards me. Shit, I doubted he even knew me, as much time as I’ve spent away from home lately.

The thing is I didn’t get upset. I halfway expected it. “I’m sorry to hear that Mike gotta run, gotta plane to catch.”

“First one’s on the house,” the handsome kid said, “I’m Frank, just give a scream of agony when you want another.”

‘Ahh, wise beyond his years,’ I thought as I took that first sip of my core vice and lit a cigarette. I began to relax a bit.

The bellman brought my key and I tipped him, “I hope the rest of your stay is more pleasant than the start Ms. Rhodes.”

“Thanks...I’m not usually like this,” I apologized, “really...” Actually, I was usually like this more and more often.

“We’ve upgraded you to a suite,” he sounded as apologetic as me.

“You didn’t need to do that,” I gave him another ten bucks for a tip.

“Ready for another go?” it was Frank, the cute, friendly bartender.

Frank would take care of me, I could tell, ‘and maybe I’ll take care of Frank,’ I smiled to myself as I watched his trim butt buzz about behind the bar. ‘Hmmm, definite possibility in that piece.’

The barroom didn’t have more than a couple dozen people in it. Most were chatting quietly in pairs or small groups. The place was low-key; piano bar all the way. As I panned about the place, my gaze settled on a woman sitting alone at the opposite end of the bar.

She was majestic. That’s really the best term I could use to describe her. Long and lustrous, shinny, raven black hair; bright, clear blue eyes; full lips painted the deepest, rich red I’ve ever seen; and skin so pale and white it was translucent. Our eyes met, and she raised her glass of wine towards me in a toast as she chatted away on her cell phone. I responded in-kind, toasting the mysterious woman.

“You’ve met Constance, I see,” it was Frank.

“Shit, don’t sneak up on me like that,” I scolded the boy in a playful tone.

“Ok, how should I sneak up on you then?” damn this kid was good.

“Preferably with no clothes and a raging hard-on,” I was feeling crude and in need of some quality time with his dick.

“Baby, if I swung that way, you’d be first on my list,” well so much for the cute bartender.

“Another?” he asked.

“Yeah sure...now I’m sad...just pour,” I pouted as the handsome gay guy filled my glass.

Just then there was the lightest, gossamer touch on my arm, “Hello, I’m Constance.”

It was the woman from the other end of the bar. She was more beautiful close-up. This pale beauty had the face of Susan Hayward: large, succulent, pouting lips; a delicate, up-turned nose; and high, arching eyebrows. Her body was round and lush. Not fat, mind you, but healthy. She was perfectly proportioned: her big boobs matched her big bottom, which matched the rest of her sturdy frame.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Please, yes, I would enjoy the company.” I said, as Frank winked at me and gave me a thumbs-up.

Chapter 2

Constance was a delight and a dear. I soon forgot about my petty grievances with the world, as she told me about her work as a cancer researcher. I felt so foolish, my issues so paltry. Her voice hypnotized me, her eyes mesmerized me.

“Why don’t we have some supper,” she asked in her syrupy southern drawl.

We retired to her room and dined on chicken breast and rice pilaf. We shared a bottle of wine and watched a movie together. I felt more domestic within those scant few hours with her, than I had in my prior five years with Mike. Padding barefoot around her room, I picked up dishes and glasses and asked if I could get her another glass of wine.

“Come sit Jenny,” she smiled at me, patting the sofa next to her; “there will be plenty of time for you to wait on me...later.”

She was very familiar with me...she listened. She never offered advice, just listened about my misery, my failed marriages, and failed relationships. Her eyes bore burning holes in my soul, like a magician, she had me spouting my wants, desires, and my venom.

The morning after that first night, I woke confused. I was in my room, but don’t have a recollection of how, or when, I got there. I was naked under the sheets, and I never slept nude. My head felt like hell as I saw the clock and panicked.

In exactly one hour I had a meeting. I raced like a madwoman to dress and catch a cab to my first in a long line of meetings during my second day in Houston. Before heading out the door I noticed an envelope lying on the coffee table labeled with a large script written “J” on the front. It was from Constance:

Jennifer,

It was lovely meeting you last evening. I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of preparing you for bed. You were in no condition to do that for yourself.

Tonight around six then,

C

I blushed from head-to-toe, and reread the note. Her penmanship was spectacular. The brief note was written clearly and concisely. The note was written with the well practiced hand of a woman with both culture and means.

Every time another prognosticator of great technical feats spoke throughout my agonizingly slow day, I thought of Constance’s brief note, ‘She is so quiet and confident...and wonderfully succinct.’

Business day two ended. My schedule for the next four weeks was completely planned.

Back at the hotel, I asked Frank to send a bottle of vodka to my room, ‘what a shame,’ I imagined the possibilities as I stared at the handsome boy’s ass while he scurried about.

I changed out of my suit into a hotel robe and freshened up a bit before sitting to wait for the booze. I felt relief when I heard the knock at the door. All I wanted was to get drunk, pass out, and forget that my life stunk.

“Hello beautiful woman,” it was Constance. She held a small shopping bag in one hand and two martini glasses in the other, “I understand you need a cocktail.”

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ I was embarrassed. I didn’t want to explain the prior night’s drunkenness to this woman.

“Oh hi Connie,” I said politely as she walked past me into the suite.

“Never Connie darling,” she firmly corrected me, “always Constance.”

“I’m sorry Constance,” I said meekly.

‘Why do I feel like a child in the presence of this majestic woman,’ I thought of my flaming outbursts during the day’s meeting, and my command of that stuffy boardroom.

“I’m sure you will make other small mistakes dear,” she spoke to me as a teacher, a mother, “but we can correct those as time passes.”

Constance had me mix our cocktails as she sat, with perfect posture, watching my every move. For some reason I was feeling that enjoyable domesticity of the prior evening. This evening, fully sober, I enjoyed performing these mundane tasks even more. The ritual of preparing drinks while having the cool, confident, mysterious woman evaluating my every move made me tingle with anticipation. But, anticipation of what?

“We must break you of that filthy habit,” she admonished me for lighting a cigarette, allowing me only two the entire evening.

Constance told me of her life in Memphis: once married and divorced, no children, forty-years old. “I am what many people would call Goth, but I perceive myself as more Victorian, rather than part of the whole ghoul crowd.”

I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about, but instead just nodded like an idiot as her slow, warm voice led me into a welcoming daydream. Constance called for our super; simple fillet of beef and eggs. She commanded that I serve dinner, and clear the table afterwards.

I delighted in serving her. She seemed particularly pleased that I was well-mannered enough to know proper protocols, “You parents taught you well dear,” she complimented me on all the little intricacies of the formal dining ritual that I’d learned as a child.

This night we talked for hours; sitting on the sofa, holding hands and sipping port before watching a movie on the television.

“Come and snuggle with me Jennifer,” she commanded.

I was shocked, but nonetheless, wrapped my arms around this proud woman and lay my head on her substantial breast. Her smell was divine; very subtle, very expensive perfume mixed with her light musk of the work day. Her warmth was all-consuming, the softness and tenderness of her embrace so foreign, yet so very familiar. The way she stroked my hair as we sat silently watching the movie, evoked memories of my childhood. My mother often held me this way before I became too self-important for family and parents.

Constance turned off the television, and I knew she was preparing to leave. There was no doubt it was my bedtime. She was setting rules for me. I had worried about her sexuality earlier in the day as I thought of her note. But this, this was unspoken, tender caring; guidance of a loving parent to a child, if you can imagine a thirty-seven year-old “daughter”.

My new friend drew a line on the vodka bottle label--indicating the current level--making it apparent that I was not to partake again until she was present.

“I will be here at seven tomorrow Jennifer, sleep well,” her voice pure liquid fire, as she kissed me lightly on the cheek.

“Yes Constance,” was as much as I could manage. My eyelids fluttered briefly as visions of something more intimate between us flashed through my mind.

Chapter 3

Wednesday, was much the same as Tuesday. Worked sucked, but then...then I was with Constance. She allowed me to loose control, to be controlled in a most loving and tender way.

Thursday evening, we had our two cocktails, dined on another quiet meal, and were settling into our warm embrace, watching television and chatting tranquilly.

Constance lifted my face from her breast, looked at me--smiling and happy--and kissed me. Her warm, liquid lips were pressed to mine. Her tongue was gently dancing on my teeth and into my welcoming mouth.

I pushed her away, fully knowing that this is where we were headed all along, but needing to protest for the sake of my virtue, “Constance, I’m not lesbian.”

She chuckled lightly. Her laugh was as smooth and syrupy as her voice, “I know my darling, but I am. I’ll teach you, slowly and patiently, I’ll teach you.”

“Oh dear God,” I moaned just before her lips joined me again, setting my mind ablaze for passions I had yet to know in life. I wanted her, “take me darling,” I gasped as the majestic woman captured my imagination and my lusty soul, “I yours Constance, please take me.”

“Slowly darling. Very, very slowly.” Her voice inflected with that same cool, confidence. She was the teacher, the mother, and I was to be her obedient child.

Constance watched me prepare for bed that night. She watched me disrobe, commenting on how I should always hang my clothes properly, “Darling, you must treat your clothing with respect, as all things in life should be treated.” I was terribly embarrassed, being taught like a child, but followed her commands to a tee: “At least one hundred brush strokes every night darling...remove all your make-up...clean your private places dear...rub cream on your eyelids and your nipples...no, no darling, brush your teeth like this.”

After I slipped beneath the covers, she didn’t say a word, other than when she kissed my forehead as she tucked me into bed.

“I want you to always sleep nude Jennifer,” she more commanded than asked, “I want to think of your lovely body, naked, needing my touch, always waiting for me. Tonight, I want you to think of things to come.”

“Constance,” I said in a pleading, begging, child-like voice as she was headed out the door, “Constance, thank you.”

She smiled a broad, great smile at me, “Plan on staying through the weekend next week. Goodnight my love.”

I was on-fire the whole night and throughout the next day. Visions of my lover’s nude body lay out before me: her white, flawless skin a playground for my mouth and fingers. I hadn’t thought of lesbian sex since college, when I caught my roommate Jilling-off one day. And even then, my desires were never the emotion-filled, satisfying fantasy--rapidly becoming reality--that I felt with Constance.

She read my mind at every turn. Her seduction of me was so expert, so patient. She knew the game, and was an excellent player. That night, as I masturbated, all I could envision was pleasing this woman who made me feel so loved. Her love was different from any I’d ever known. The emotions were true, and the physical boundaries were limitless. There was trust, caring, and understanding in our fantasy love making.

‘Would she?’ I prayed, ‘Could she? Will she take me in ways I had always hoped a lover would? Can she control me, liberate my very being of the desires I’ve held secret for so long?’

I cried on the flight home. I felt empty; not being able to hold Constance in my arms that night. Once in my house, I tried to re-evaluate my life. Mike’s stuff was gone now, and thankfully he didn’t take any of my possessions with him. His memory faded quickly, as visions of my new lover flooded my brain...there was Constance: controlling, loving, seductive Constance.

I knelt before her, servicing my lover. Bringing her pleasure with my body in whatever way I could. With my eyes closed tight, I smelled her perfume; I smelled her hair...her long, glorious hair, dark and mysterious as the woman herself.

I could hear her cries and moans, so vibrant were my fantasies now. She had to take me...she had to control and teach me. ‘Constance, I love you. I love you,’ I prayed to myself, kneeling on the hard floor in my empty house.

Trying to sleep that night was, for me, like trying to run a marathon...impossible. My mind was conflicted. I was delirious for this woman, this sturdy, proper woman. Then my thoughts turned to failure, ‘What if...’

I finally fell into a fitful sleep of “What ifs” waking with a start around seven in the morning with the ringing from the phone.

“Hello.”

“I was thinking of you,” it was her.

“Oh Constance, I’ve thought of you since the moment you left my room,” my voice begging, pleading for her acceptance.

“Don’t doubt my intent darling.”

“When, when? When will you make me yours Constance?” I had to know.

“Soon Jennifer, very soon my love,” her promises firm, “your training will prepare you soon.”

‘My training?’ so, that’s what this past week was...beyond an incredibly sensual seduction, I was being trained for her pleasure.

“I’ll serve you in whatever way you deem I should Constance,” I promised this goddess, this majestic beast, my new mommy.

“I know you will darling; I know just what you need.”

The rest of my weekend was spent dreaming of what she would do with me. Like I said, lesbian sex was not something I was particularly familiar with, and all the possibilities sent my mind into a state of frenetic lust.

‘What will I do if she asks me to kiss her “there”,’ I panicked a bit, but settled-down as I looked at my pussy in the mirror and thought I would have little hesitancy kissing this woman there. ‘She will never hurt me...pleasure...only pleasure.’

Chapter 4

“Never wear these hideous things again,” my new friend demanded as she felt the pantyhose under my skirt, “only stockings and garter, or nothing at all from now on. I want your cunt to be fresh and available.”

Her use of that vulgar word, coupled with her normally proper ways set me afire. I closed my eyes and saw my furry little vagina as a cunt. So very different, so exciting, ‘I have a cunt,’ I smiled inwardly, ‘for the first time in my life I have a cunt. The center of pleasure and forbidden desires. How wonderful.’

Constance took me shopping on Monday night, buying upwards of a thousand dollars worth of lingerie and “after hours” outfits for me to wear.

“I want you to always be feminine Jennifer,” she explained, “convenience is not an issue, femininity is the only issue. I want your cunt ready for me dear.”

She still wouldn’t touch me in “that” way. I pled and begged for her to take me. I wanted her to do things with, and to, me that pushed my boundaries.

Tuesday, she held me close after dinner. “I can smell you darling,” she stated very matter-of-factly, “but I wonder if you are ready?”

“Please Constance...please take me however you see fit. I am ready for you. Please teach me,” I needed her affection in new ways. I needed to know this new love.

“Soon darling, soon.”

She had me lay my head in her soft lap, as she opened her robe and brought her tender nipple to my mouth, “suckle me Jennifer. Suckle mommy’s nipple.”

I could’ve spent an eternity nursing from her long, fat nipple. My mind became lost in the warmth and tenderness of her embrace. Constance rocked me in her arms and sang sweet lullabies.

“You’re going to make a wonderful girl,” she whispered to me as I passed into a state of semi-consciousness and warm bliss.

Wednesday evening I went to her room. I knew this would be “the” event of our first passion. The room was alight with candles, and splashed with musk and perfume. I knew my eyes betrayed my desire to experience her pleasure; pleading and wanting, ready to holler my yearning to taste this goddess, my mommy.

“Excuse me while I change into something more comfortable,” she excused herself with a sly grin.

We had already exceeded our two drinks, and were now on our fourth. After a week of forced sobriety, I felt silly and giddy with the booze. I would have thrown-off my clothes at the word “Boo” and fucked anything that moved at that point.

The lights came down. I sat, my eyes transfixed on the bathroom door from my seat on the wide, soft sofa. And then, she appeared--my Gothic lover--the woman who would command me into a lifetime of subservience to her body and will.

She was dark and dangerous. Her skin still the ultimate pale white, but her eyes painted, black and evil. Her lips painted blood, blood red. Her breasts were jutting proudly from her chest; waiting for my lips to excite and tantalize.

“Oh my dear Lord...help me,” I gasped aloud.

“Are you ready to please me Jennifer?” Constance asked.

“Yes please, Constance,” I was so, so ready to submit to her every whim.

Her costume was breathtaking; shiny, slick and black. Her boots came to the mid-point of her soft, white thighs. The heels at least five inches high, making her legs appear long and strong. She wore a vinyl teddy; her cunt and breasts framed by rhinestones. The cleft of her cunt and large boobs were forced through the tight openings of her costume into engorged, puffy folds of wanton need.

“Are you sure you’re ready darling,” she practically hissed; sitting in a cushy chair, spreading her legs wide and exposing her wet, wet cunt to my intent gaze.

“Yes Constance.” I had to have her. I had to be controlled by my goddess, “Yes, I’m ready.”

“Crawl to me. Get on your hands and knees and crawl to my cunt,” she commanded me.

I willingly, eagerly, did as she asked.

“Stop. Look at my hole,” gone was her cool demeanor, replaced by a lusty, needy bitch, “tell me what you see, whore.”

Her foul language piqued me towards greater perversity and deviance, “Oh please Constance...don’t make me say it.”

“Tell me what you see,” she demanded.

“Your thing...your cunt,” my voice now needful. I had to try it. I had to taste her sex.

“What do you see slut?” her tone changing from caring lover to demanding mistress, “tell me about my cunt.”

“It’s red. It’s bare, swollen, red, and it wants me to kiss it.” I said while staring at her hairless mound.

“You learn fast Jennifer, darling.”

“Oh please,” my hands on her soft thighs, as I stared at the pulsing cunt before me.

“Do you want to kiss my cunt dear Jennifer?”

“Oh very much Constance, yes please, very much.”

“You may ask to kiss my cunt,” she commanded.

“Constance, may I pleeeeeeease kiss your cunt?”

“Why should you be allowed to kiss me there? What have you done to deserve my cunt?” she was being cruel.

“I love you Constance!” I begged for a taste of her.

“Many women love me, but very few are allowed to put their mouth on my cunt.” She demanded more from me than love, “Again, why should you be permitted this rare pleasure.”

“I’ll do anything. Please Constance...anything at all...anything you desire,” I pled.

“Kiss me here,” she commanded, pointing to a spot on her left thigh just above the top of her boot.

I bent my body forward and lightly kissed her pale, flawless skin.

“Now here,” she pointed to the same spot on her opposite leg, “and make it wet this time.”

I kissed her soft thigh in a wet, passionate kiss.

“Better. Now, mix a cocktail for me.”

I began to rise to mix her drink, but was quickly corrected, “I didn’t tell you to stand, crawl Jennifer. I want to watch your bottom wiggle as you crawl.”

I exaggerated a wiggle in my butt as I crawled to the sideboard and mixed Constance a martini. Getting back to my position in front of her was a bit more difficult, as I almost spilled the cocktail while shuffling my knees on the carpet.

“Very good Jennifer,” she praised me as I handed her the cool beverage.

“Thank you Constance.”

“Place your hands on the top of my boots,” she commanded, “and lean forward, but do not touch my cunt.”

I obeyed and bent my face towards her cunt. It was visibly wet now. My lover’s fluid was wetting her puffy labia and bottom.

“Smell me. Look me in the eyes and smell my cunt darling,” she commanded as she stared down at me from behind the rim of her glass.

I inhaled deeply; one, twice, three times...intoxicated by her heady aroma.

“Once more for luck darling. You’re going to be tested, so get a good whiff,” Constance was even more demanding.

I bent again and smelled her strong odor: a womanly scent that I’ve always found distasteful, but now...now I couldn’t imagine life without it.

“Kneel upright,” another command, exciting and controlling, “describe my cunt smell while I finish my cocktail. Look directly at me as you speak.”

My voice quivered and trembled slightly as I spoke, “Your cunt smells warm and salty,” I began. I was kneeling on the thick carpet, fully-dressed in a sheer white blouse and short plaid skirt. My hands shook, and I could feel a blush cover my face as I looked Constance in the eye and continued, “You cunt smells strong and heady. It has the most beautiful aroma in the world; it has the smell of you, my darling. Your cunt smells of humidity and excitement. Your cunt smells of womanly desire for her lover.”

Constance took the last sip of her drink, “Stand and mix me another,” her eyes followed me, always evaluating my performance.

“You’re doing very, very good Jennifer,” she praised me as I handed her the cocktail; feeling proud, “Strip for me darling. Do it slowly, and beg for access to my cunt.”

I started a slow dance, unbuttoning my blouse slowly, seductively. Doing my best to entice my lover, “Constance my darling lover, may I please be permitted to kiss your wet, flowing cunt,” I pled my case before my nasty-minded judge.

By the time I stood naked before her, she seemed please with my display of subservience to her desires.

“Will you do as I command of you, both in and out of the bedroom?”

“Yes Constance, anything.”

“Will you stop acting like a whining, out-of-control child in public places?”

This shocked me a bit, “Yes Constance.”

“Will you worship me in whatever ways I choose?”

“Yes Constance,” I was going mad, standing naked before her. My excitement had to be obvious, as I felt my wetness coat my inner thighs.

“Will you be polite and respectful to others?”

“Yes, oh yes...please Constance.”

“Will you accept anything my cunt has to offer?”

“Yes!”

“From now on, when we are alone, you will address me as Mother or Mommy, is that clear Jennifer?”

“Yes Mother.”

“Hmm...yes, good,” she said dryly.

Constance stood and removed her vinyl teddy. She was before me, towering over me in her high heels. I marveled at her perfect nakedness, there was not a flaw anywhere to be found on her. My lover’s breasts were beautifully formed; large and full, with nipples the palest of pale pinks, her bottom round like the most perfect peach, and her face positively glowed.

“Let’s see how willing you are darling,” she said as she kissed me. Her lips were magical in teasing and tantalizing me. “Follow me Jennifer...on your hands and knees, crawl.”

I eagerly crawled after her like the bitch-in-heat that I was. Her bottom quivered slightly with every step she took. Constance was my goddess, her long black hair flowing across her strong shoulders and back and onto the top of her ass. She stopped at the foot of the bed, bent at the waist, placing her hands on the cool sheets.

“Place your hands on my buttocks,” she demanded of me.

“Yes Mother,” I did as she asked.

“Feel them, feel my ass cheeks,” she directed my every move, “are they soft and lovely?”

“Yes Mother, they’re wonderfully soft and beautiful.”

“Spread them open. What do you see Jennifer?”

“I see your cunt and your anus Mother,” I was trembling fiercely as she led me through this amazing, exotic ritual.

“Now Jennifer? Again...what do you see young lady?” her voice stern and more demanding.

“Your...your cunt is red, swollen, wet, and open. I see your clitoris poking through your lips now.” I marveled at her excited vagina as I meekly choked out the words.

“And what of Mommy’s anus?”

I felt a tiny burst of orgasm course through my loins in a lovely wave, “Your anus is a very delicate pink and is wet from your cunt juice...and Mother, it’s puckering at me.”

“Yes my darling, I’m quite sure it is,” she seemed pleased with my description and her own physical response to my servitude. “What do you think my anus wants, since it is puckering for you?”

My mind was racing now. I knew what she was going to ask of me. “Constance, I don’t think I can do this,” I was about to cry, afraid that she would abandon me if I couldn’t perform a task.

“Of course you can Jennifer. You shall do exactly as I ask of you, or you may leave.”

“Please don’t.”

“What does my anus want from you darling,” she demanded harshly.

“A kiss,” I began sobbing quietly as I prepared for her next command.

“Well?” she didn’t need to finish the question.

“May I please kiss your anus Mother?” My shame was total; complete.

“You may kiss Mother’s anus darling, make it very, very wet, and do not stop until I have told you to stop,” how could she make such a vile and disgusting request of me, “come now darling, don’t be such a baby”

I pried her cheeks further apart and dipped my face into her crack. My mouth opened and I kissed her most forbidden place. The kisses were tentative at first. Gradually, I felt the heat of her anus, and the taste of her cunt. Moans filled the room, it was me.

I loved Constance’s anus with my mouth and tongue. Her bottom seemed to blossom as the tip of my soft tongue touched the tiny center of her anus. I loved it: the depravity and the complete submission of my being to this loving, controlling woman.

“You’re doing beautifully darling. Oh yes Jennifer, just like that,” Constance’s voice now excited and trembling as I aroused her bottom with my efforts.

The aroma of her cunt grew stronger the more I licked at the alter of her anus. My own excitement grew and grew as her bottom contracted tightly on my tongue, trapping my face.

“Worship my anus darling, suck Mother’s asshole,” she groaned her approval.

It was maddening for me. My nipples were painfully erect and my cunt was leaking all over my thighs. The smell of women’s’ sexual excitement filled the air. Sex had always been quick, animalistic shagging in my past. The slowness and ritual aspects of this encounter brought me into a trace-like state. This new state-of-mind forced me to fully-accept my submission, and gave me time to reflect on the depravity of each act.

“Enough Jennifer,” Constance pulled forward, breaking contact with my mouth.

She led me to the bed, on my back, so that my head was towards the foot of the bed. My dear lover removed her boots and stood commandingly above me.

She smiled at me warmly, “Beg for Mother’s cunt dear.”

“Oh Mother...please Mommy, please, may I kiss your cunt now,” as I begged, Constance was slowly squatting towards my face. Her folds opened to my gaze so the delicate pink insides of her cunt came into view.

“Oh yes please...feed me your cunt Mother,” my voice a breathless whisper of need.

Constance steadied her decent by placing her hands on the top of my head. She descended further, her wet opening fractions of an inch from my mouth.

“Suck Mother’s cunt you naughty, naughty girl,” she hissed as she pulled my face into her while lowering that fragrant cunt the last little bit.

“Mmmmmmmm....Mmmmmmmm....MMMmmmmmmmmmmmm,” was all that could be heard from me as this sweet seductress took me, forced me to pleasure her wet, flowing hole with my lips.

“Ahhhhhh...yessssssssssss,” she hissed, grinding her open sex onto her willing submissive, “Yessssssss...yesssssss...eat my cunt you dear child.”

She rode my face and mouth hard and soft, fast and slow until I was completely bathed in her juice. I wallowed in it, I relished it: sweet, salty, thick and creamy it poured into my mouth.

“Cummming darling...Mothers cumming now,” her body tensed, her thighs clamping tightly against my head as her hips bucked spastically on my face. I held onto her thighs until she finished her climax.

My lover looked down at me, and crawled off my face. She smiled, happy at my slick, wet appearance, “You were wonderful Jennifer. You did so well darling.”

We kissed lightly, my lips feeling chapped and tender. I fell asleep snuggled against her large bosom, happy with myself for loosing control to this majestic beast.

Chapter 5

My lover and I cuddled for a bit, she stroking my hair as my fingers danced over her bare cunt. I was fascinated by the smoothness of her puffy lips, they were much more pronounced than mine and so much fun to toy with.

“Have I created a monster?” Constance laughed quietly, referring to my tickling finger tips.

“You’re just so beautiful there,” I begged her understanding.

“You’re just so beautiful...period,” she hugged me closer as she fed me her nipple.

I couldn’t imagine a safer, warmer, more loving place to be than in this woman’s arms.

Constance moaned lightly as I masturbated her to a quiet climax, “Jennifer, it’s your turn now. Mother is going to make a woman of you dear. Are you ready?”

“Oh yes Mother, take me, own me,” my pulse quickened at the thought of what my lovely beast would do to my body.

“Go mix us cocktails while I freshen up,” she commanded, “and dear, put your panties back on, but not your bra, I have something else for you to wear.”

Constance retired to the bathroom carrying her shiny outfit and boots while I scurried from bed and mixed our drinks. Within a few moments, she joined me in the sitting room, dressed in her dark, dangerous sex suit. But, with the added addition of elbow length vinyl gloves added to her costume. She was holding a frilly white and pink corset in her grasp.

“Come Jennifer, let’s start your waist training,” she said, leaving me confused.

I allowed myself to be bent towards the sideboard, as Constance helped me into the corset. “Tell me when it feels too tight darling,” she gently whispered as she began lacing this foreign device to my body.

“Now dear, breath-in deeply three times, and then exhale as hard and as you can...give it everything baby girl,” she commanded.

I did, and wow, “Oh, oh, oh...too tight, too tight,” I begged for release as Constance gave the laces in back a mighty pull as I exhaled, “oh please.”

The corset was so tight I could barely breathe. She ignored my pleas, telling me, “stop being a baby Jennifer,” as my controlling Mother tied the laces into a graceful bow.

Constance held me from behind as we both admired her handiwork in the wall mirror. I had to admit, I looked incredibly girly and sexy dressed in the white garter and stockings, tiny lace panties and this new addition to my costume; a white and baby pink satin corset.

“Lovely my darling, you are just lovely,” her whisper was tickling my ear as we watched each other in the mirror.

The stark contrast of this dark, dangerous woman and my white, innocent persona were startling. A shiver ran through my body at the thought of the lewd and lascivious activities she had planned for me. She ran hers hands over my accentuated hips and around my constricted waist again, and again.

“Just lovely,” she breathed into my ear and wrapped her hands around my waist, “we will have you down to fourteen inches in no time.”

My lover moaned at the sensuous feel of the slick fabric upon slick fabric. I slumped my head back onto her shoulder as her hands roamed my body. She felt me everywhere. Her shiny vinyl gloves were petting me towards sexual madness as they passed over my flattened boobs and between my sodden thighs.

“Oh Constance...please...now...take me...ravish my body,” I begged with my eyes shut tight.

“Slowly darling girl, slowly,” her hot breath a fiery lightning bolt on my neck.

We sat next to each other on the sofa, our drinks in hand. Sitting was a challenge since my waist was cinched-down four inches by the sexy corset. Constance began casually chatting about my first taste of her cunt.

“Did you like Mother’s cunt dear? Was it how you imagined I would taste?” she questioned me very nonchalantly.

I desperately wanted to breathe deeper, but the tight corset forced me to use small, gasping breaths, “Yes Mother,” gasp, gasp, “your cunt flavor was divine.”

This game was brilliant. The conversation further enforced my submission to my controlling lover. Every breath I spoke now was in response to a question regarding her anus or her cunt. She forced me to admit my naughty nature, and once again to proclaim my desire to do anything she demanded of me.

“You will worship my anus everyday darling, is that clear?” she half snickered, pushing my boundaries of submission.

“Yes Mother.” My head bowed in acceptance of my new duties to her.

“First thing tomorrow, we will have the bellman bring your things into my room,” she was taking total control now, “next week you will make arrangements to move in with me in Memphis, am I clear.”

“Oh Constance,” I groaned in delight, “Are you serious? Do you want me?”

“Yes,” she said impatiently, “am I clear Jennifer.”

“Oh yes darling...yes, yes, yes,” my eyes welling-up with tears as I gasped for breath.

For my entire adult life, well actually, since puberty, I dreamed of a lover that would completely possess me. That dear, sweet lover who could make me want discipline, and who could control my more self-destructive tendencies. Constance was to be that lover. I never imagined a woman filling this role, always, it was a man: muscled and strong, but no man could tame me. Not as my Constance had.

“Mix us another cocktail and then model for me,” these were never questions, always commands that I was expected to obey without question.

“We’re out of vodka.”

Constance called the bar, “Yes, and have Marie bring it up...I do not want to see a man outside my door...yes, thank you.”

I strutted my stuff as best I could. The high heels and tight corset took some getting use to, but my lover was patient. She had me bend over the back of the sofa and lower my panties, showing off my smooth bottom.

“So lovely,” she appraised my bare cheeks, “have you ever been penetrated here darling,” she inquired while pressing her gloved fingertip against my anus.

“N-n-no Mother,” I was terrified of the implication of her question. My first husband had tried that once and I almost cut his dick off for his efforts.

“We will get there eventually dear.” She promised.

Next, she had me sit on the sofa and slowly roll my panties off my legs. I felt so terribly exposed. My legs were spread lewdly as my lover instructed me to pull my cunt open wide as she sat on the coffee table and inspected my hole.

“You have fucked men, correct?” she was becoming more and more harsh, wanting me to confess to her what sluttish things I’ve done in my life.

“Yes,” my response was practically guilty.

She looked deeper inside me, “You have sucked a man’s penis then, correct?”

“Yes Mother.”

“Have you swallowed sperm?”

“Yes,” I was once again on the verge of tears as my lover forced my answers.

“Are you done with men forever?”

“Yes Constance, I love you,” I cried softly, “why are you doing this to me?”

“Everything has its purpose darling,

There was a knock at the door, “Room service,” came a woman’s voice.

“Stay just as you are Jennifer, no matter what, stay that way,” Constance commanded.

I had an uneasy feeling as my controlling lover answered the door. My body was quaking a bit; my pussy was aflame, soaking the sofa cushion under my bottom.

“Marie, please come in.” my lover’s voice loud enough for me to hear her inviting the strange woman in to witness my submission.

My uneasiness was justified. Constance told me not to move, but my mind was telling me to cover-up and hide. Nobody could know of my desires. I would be exposed as a lesbian if this person saw me sitting here pulling my cunt lips open.

“Jennifer, this is Miss Marie, she is an old friend,” My cruel, cruel lover smiled at the short-haired woman carrying the tray with a bottle of vodka on it.

“Oh aren’t you just a pretty little thing Jennifer,” the woman grinned at me as Mother signed for the booze.

“You must excuse her for being so impolite, as you can see Jennifer is occupied at the moment.” Constance was enjoying my humiliation.

My tears flowed freely now, “Why Constance, why?” I protested this invasion of our secret game.

How could my tender caring lover do this to me? She has utterly humiliated me before another. My sobs were heaving now, my tears of fear and embarrassment all too real as the woman stuck a finger in my cunt and brought it to my lover’s nose.

Constance stared into my eyes. Her face intense...mean and glowering, “The slut’s hole smells good.”

“Why Constance, why?” I pled to my lover, praying for her controlling tenderness of earlier moments.

She said nothing, but took the woman’s sticky fingers into her red, red lips and sucked the slimy digits clean. “I must fuck her now,” she moaned to the hotel employee.

“You’re a lucky girl,” Marie said while heading towards the door.

Before my eyes cleared, the woman was out the door and Constance stood before me pouring lubricating jelly over her gloved right hand. My level of fear increased ten-fold, thinking that she intended to put her entire hand inside me...I wasn’t wrong.

“Jenny, I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fuck you inside-out,” she spouted her venom with fire in her eyes and lust in her heart.

All I could think to say at that point was the cliché for virgins the world over, “Please be gentle.”

She was. I should have never doubted this amazing woman. Her fingers went inside me, one, two, three. She slowed on her fourth finger, allowing my cunt time to become accustomed to her invading digits.

“Ohhh...ohh...slow, slow,” I begged as her hand entered me further and further.

Her methods were well practiced. She stretched me. She opened my cunt as a bee would open a flower; persistence and patience were her allies. When her thumb slipped into my needy void, I thought I would die from the sheer pleasure. No lover had ever demanded so much from my body, but no lover had ever been so tender and offered so much either.

My mouth opened in a deafening, silent scream, I clutched my dear sweet lover’s body close as I climaxed; truly, truly climaxed. There were no soft sighs, no content moans--this was a fucking orgasm. My mind went wild, and uncontrolled with passion. My body convulsed, bucked, pulsed in ways that left me exhausted. And my cunt, that newly discovered center of pleasure, gave in to the demanding thrusts of my lover’s hand...open, open...wider, wider.

“Oh fuck me...fuck me!” I cried again and again... “Oh Constance...please...please...never stop fucking me.”

I was so overwhelmed by my release it took me a few minutes to realize my lover was speaking to me, “You will do what I tell you when I tell you, yes?”

“Oh yes...yes...anything...anything you want,” I pleaded and begged for more.

I had been taken. Like all my dreams and fantasies of sexual encounters, a lover had finally done to me what I secretly wished. I lost total control and was ravished. My lovely beast, this majestic woman, took me to new heights of release and passion...she owned my cunt for all times.

“Are you alright darling?” she asked, now concerned for my wellbeing.

“Yes, I’m wonderful” it was now my eyes ablaze with passion and desire for the perverse, “can we do it again?”

“Slut.”

“For you, only for you Constance. Forever for you, my lover,” I professed my need for her soft embrace and thorough fucking.

“My wonderful, darling slut,” she held me tight in her strong arms.

My life seemed complete...safe and warm in the arms of my magnificent woman.

Chapter 6

My dear new Mother taught me many wondrous, sexy things over the next three weeks. But mostly, what she taught me was to be respectful and polite. Not just towards her, but towards every person I came in contact with.

“Kill them with kindness darling, it’s much more effective than your silly temper-tantrums,” and she was right, of course.

“Yes Mother,” I said, accepting that my happy outlook and sunny disposition were a result of my training. I felt good about life again.

I worshipped her anus every morning and every night for at least and hour each and every day. She allowed me the pleasure of servicing her beautiful, bare cunt a few times per week, and gave me the exquisite agony and release of her hand when the whim struck her. Constance loved me physically and emotionally, always caring and always pushing. I was never to make decisions at home, at home I was not to be in control, and Mother reinforced this by having me perform for special friends, like Marie.

My level of femininity increased with every moment I spent with Constance. She molded me into her perfect girl at home, and into a more controlled professional in my business life.

‘If only they knew that I am sitting in this meeting with my training plug up my bottom,’ I giggled to myself, as three VPs were arguing in the same bitter, vituperate tones I use to spout. I sat quietly, smiling.

“Hello Constance,” it was lunch and I needed to hear my lover’s voice.

“Hello Jennifer is anything wrong?” she asked.

“No, no...I was just thinking of you...actually I can’t stop thinking of you because I have a little reminder here with me,” I chuckled as I referred to the piece of plastic stuck in my bum.

“You’re a very naughty young lady Jennifer,” her voice a barely audible whisper, “Mommy loves you darling. Let your excitement build slowly. Remember it’s only Monday and we won’t be opening that special place until Saturday.”

Just then one of the angry VPs stood at my office door waiting for me to get off the phone.

I returned the volume and tone of my voice to normal, “Yes Mother, I understand, not until Saturday...Yes, yes right...alright Mother goodbye...Yes Mom, I love you too.”

Constance burst into a fit of giggles as she realized somebody was listening to my call. The angry VP seemed much less angry while he thought I was talking to my real Mom and was all sunshine and smiles when I hung up the phone.

“Talking to your Mom, huh?” he was super sharp, this one was, “That reminds me, I need to call my Mother today.”

I sat, with my correct posture, trained and enforced by daily corset wear, wiggled my bottom into the chair and smiled, “That’s nice Mr. Smith, is there anything I can help you with.”

The remainder of the week building towards the climactic Saturday was all warmth and kisses. Every night just before bedtime, Constance gave me an enema and inserted a slightly larger plug up my bottom than from the day before. I snuggled into her loving embrace, her warm nipple in my mouth and my anus being gently stretched open for her soothing hand.

“I love you Jennifer,” my Mommy whispered, as she stroked my hair while I nursed.

“MMmmm,” I moaned lightly as I fell asleep with dreams of my next level of submission dancing through my head.

Chapter 7

Marie joined us in our room on Friday. She brought along a friend, again embarrassing me to no end, but Mother told me to be polite and not protest in front of company.

That evening, I was dressed in a plain white cotton bra and white cotton panties with little yellow flowers. I also wore ruffle-topped ankle socks and plain white tennis shoes. Constance dressed in a high-collar schoolmarm outfit; she was looking very stern and acting strict.

“You may fix cocktails for us darling,” Mother instructed me.

Sipping our cocktails--Constance staid and proper, me meek and blushing, and Marie doe-eyed towards her friend--we learned that Lisa, Marie’s friend, wasn’t lesbian, but was very curious.

“And I’m really curious about...you know...what you two do,” she couldn’t get the words out.

“Dominance and submission Lisa,” Marie blurted out crudely.

Lisa could not keep her eyes off Constance, and I felt a twinge of jealousy. I would be used in anyway my Mother chose to use me, but having a woman ogle her made me upset.

“It’s more than that though...we love each other,” I felt like jumping up and kicking these voyeurs out the door.

“Shush Jennifer,” Mother quieted me, “Jennifer is right though, I love her dearly and will not do anything to hurt her. All my actions are for her training. She is learning to be a very good little girl.”

“I love you Mommy,” I staked my claim to my woman, hugging her.

“Wow, I never thought...I never considered,” Lisa stuttered, as I notice the wedding band gracing her left ring finger.

“Mommy games can be very fun,” Marie was focused purely on the sexual aspects, and getting this married woman into bed.

I served our guests two more rounds of drinks as Lisa asked many questions about what Constance and I found in each other. She asked about our backgrounds, and was particularly interested in my most recent phase of training.

“Come Jennifer, bend over Mother’s lap so our guest may see,” she demanded, pulling me down across her firm legs so that my bottom was pointed towards our guests.

Constance inched my tight cotton panties off my bottom, and down to about the middle of my thighs, “See Lisa, my darling girl has worn this since last night. Tonight is her final night of stretching before she will receive my full love in there.”

“It’s in her butt?” Lisa sounded stunned, and I blushed all over.

“Come look dear. Kneel here and look how lovely she is,” Mother commanded the twenty-something housewife.

In my minds eye I knew the state Lisa was in. I’m not sure what, if any seduction Marie had done with this woman, but just the sound of Constance’s prim and proper voice would seduce the inexperienced woman.

“Place your hands on her buttocks darling,” Mother was cool and collected as she used my body to entice the woman, “good...good...now spread the cheeks open slowly, dear Jennifer is very sensitive down there at the moment, so be very gentle.

I felt her trembling hands grasp onto the half moons of my bottom and open me, “Oh my God...ohmigod,” she gasped.

“See how her anus is stretched,” Mother whispered, “Isn’t she just lovely?”

“Un huh,” Lisa mumbled dumbly, “does it hurt?”

“Answer Lisa, Jennifer,” Mother ordered.

“No, it feels full...unusual and full and exciting,” I answered dutifully.

“Wow, look how wet her pussy is,” Lisa marveled at my visible, dripping excitement.

Constance stroked her strong finger through my sodden furrow, “Taste her Lisa, taste my darling girl’s cunt.”

I knew that was it for little miss married girl, as I heard her moan and the slick sounds of Lisa licking my cream from Mother’s finger filled the air. Marie moaned, and Constance chuckled as she seduced yet another woman into the wonders of loving women.

I watched Marie walk past us, headed for the bathroom. Constance, at least I assumed it was my Mommy, grabbed the base of my butt plug and began slowly removing the device.

“Ohhhhhhhh...Mother...please,” I groaned as the widest part of the toy stretched my anus, “please get it out.”

“Oh my gosh,” Lisa gasped as she witnessed my anus gaping open as the plug was finally removed.

“Kiss her there little Lisa,” Constance ordered the woman, “see Jennifer’s bottom puckering-up for you, she wants you to kiss her there.”

“I can’t do that,” Lisa protested Constance’s order, but her voice sounded unconvincing; caught somewhere between desire and morality.

Marie returned, and I soon felt the cool nozzle of my enema going up my winking bum. The warm water flowed, and soon my belly was full and bloated.

“Mommy, I need to pooh pooh,” I whined, trying to hold my daily cleaning.

“Shhhhh darling, soon, soon. Just relax and let it work,” Constance comforted me as I struggled to hold the water inside my loosened anus.

It was probably only a few minutes, but felt like hours before I was permitted to waddle to the toilet and expel my enema. Marie, Lisa, and Mother all watched as I evacuated, and Lisa was all giggles as she and Marie watched Constance clean my bottom afterwards.

“Would you do that for me?” Lisa asked Marie.

“Yes baby...do you want me to fuck you in the ass too?” Marie was far to blunt for my tastes.

Mother decided I was on display for long enough, and asked our guests to leave. But, promised Marie that she, or both she and Lisa, could drop by on Sunday to see if I was able to pass my next test.

“Constance?” I began in a very serious tone, “Mother, why do you let other people watch us? Why do I have to worship Marie’s anus sometimes?”

“Because Jennifer, I wish it...these things are not your choice dear...you may not make decisions when you are in my presence,” her explanation crystal clear, “you are mine to do with as I see fit.”

For the first time since this marvelous beast seduced me, Constance knelt before me and removed my shoes and socks, then my bra, before kissing me lightly.

“Watch me undress darling, we will be equals tonight,” her voice glowed and sparkled as she started stripping for me. Much as I had done for her weeks earlier, and on many nights since, Constance swayed to her own tune and peeled one layer of clothing off after another, until she stood before me, nude, reaching her hand for mine.

“I want to make love to you tonight,” her voice soft, caring, and wanting, “be my lover you darling woman.”

We spent hours exploring each other in that magic bed. Her touch was gentle and tender. Tonight there were no other rituals to perform, no staged scenes, just caring and tenderness. I was completely, totally, unconditionally in love with my darling Mommy.

Constance was very patient and very tender later in the evening as she placed the final stretching plug in my rectum, “I promise you will like it my love.”

“I know I will Mother,” oh how I wanted this woman to be mine forever and ever, “I trust you.”

It was close to two in the morning as we assumed our sleeping positions: my hand on her cunt, her nipple in my mouth, and my dear sweet Mommy humming lullabies into my, needy, child-like soul.

Chapter 8

Constance allowed me access to her cunt on Saturday morning. I had an insatiable desire to please my conqueror in any way possible, prior to the events of that night. I wanted her happy and content as she attempted to put her hand inside my bottom.

“Jennifer? You know I will never hurt you?”

“Yes Mother,” I told a little fib, I was more nervous about today’s events than at any time in my entire life.

She lifted my face from her cunt, “I will never hurt you Jennifer, “her expression serious and dire.

“Yes Constance, I know.”

We spent the day shopping and visiting museums and art galleries. My feet were tired and sore by the time we returned to our room at five or so. My lover rubbed and massaged my sore dogs for what seemed like hours, and I did the same for her delicate feet. My cunt and anus were a pulsing, humid mess in anticipation of the kinky games to follow...these parts needed to be tested once more.

Constance surprised me again, as my dear lover dressed me for a night out on the town. She bathed me, cleaning me inside and out. Applied my make up and scent in tasteful layers. Reseated the plug in my bottom and secured it in place with a white leather harness. She helped me into a new custom made garter corset; all white, stiff and soft. And then into the dress made of lovely silks and satins: white, with a high-collar and keyhole cutout in the front, exposing my corset-enhanced cleavage.

Mother had me sit and wait while she prepared herself for our night out. I was in awe of my lover as she appeared wearing a black, stretch lace ankle-length dress. Like my outfit, the collar was high under the chin, but the unique creation sported zippers that ran the full length, front and back.

“You’re beautiful Mother,” I gasped at this vision before me.

“Thank you Jennifer,” she said coolly.

Our reservations were for eight o’clock at Chez Nous to the north of the city. My sweet lover had a sumptuous limousine pick us up at quarter after seven, to provide us with a pleasant, peaceful ride to supper.

Now, I have dined in restaurants all over the USA, Mexico, Canada, Asia, and Europe, and this eatery--this fine establishment--is one of the finest ever. The food, presentation, service, and ambience were spectacular! In this quiet, sumptuous space, with my tender lover, a large piece of plastic inside my anus...quite possibly, this was the most fantastic, delicious, magical meal in my life.

“Are you happy Jennifer?” Constance asked

“Yes Constance,” I whispered very softy amongst the sea of married couples surrounding our table.

“You live for me, don’t’ you?”

“Yes darling, for you and only you.”

I was completely starved when the waiter brought our appetizer of classic shrimp cocktail. There, standing proudly on a bed of cocktail sauce, wedged into the top of half a lemon, surrounded by a dozen pink crustaceans, was an immense engagement ring.

“Then you are to be my wife Jennifer,” Constance commanded with a warm, loving gleam in her eye.

My eyes had to be the size of saucers as I stared in wonder at the ring. The central diamond had to weigh three carats or more, the setting ornate and complex. The accompanying stones would be more than suitable as solitaires on ninety percent of the engagement bands in the world.

“Constance...I...I,” my voice stuttered and stammered, “anything my darling Mother.” I was welling up. I so wanted to jump the table and kiss my lover. “I will be a proper and obedient wife for you Constance,” I promised in a whisper, “I will be yours forever.”

Mother placed the ring on my finger; holding my hand in a way that could only be construed as the tender grasp of a caring lover. We looked deeply into each others eyes as I allowed my submission to her to become complete in this very public place. Surprisingly, the young traditional couple sitting at an adjacent table started applauding, applause which then built to other tables.

I blushed bright red, as Constance continued to hold my hand while she politely acknowledged the outpouring of affection and congratulations from our fellow diners. My nerves finally returned after a few moments, and I looked around at our well wishers. Many of the women had looks of understanding or envy, while many of the men had that look of, “Can I watch,” on their faces.

I noticed a few couples who appeared disgusted and one woman in particular who outright scowled at us. Funny thing though, scowling woman sure seemed to be rubbing her thighs together awfully hard...I wondered briefly what fantasy she was having.

“Thank you Constance, thank you for making my life complete.”

Chapter 9

The furniture in our room was slightly rearranged when Constance carried me over the threshold soon after midnight. She turned on some soft music and invited me to dance with her.

With every slow turn, or next step, I felt the fullness in my bottom...my excitement building more rapidly now...anticipating the fulfillment of my total submission to my Mother. I saw our reflection in the mirror as we swayed together slowly; black and white, good and evil, worldly and innocent, the yin and yang of all life. We were one and the same now...two unique halves of the whole; a completed whole.

“Please take me now Mother,” I whispered to Constance, “consummate our love.”

Constance stopped our swaying, took my face in her hands and kissed me. Her kiss soft and tender, wet, but no too wet, passionate, but not too passionate. Our passion was to build slowly this night.

I was led to a position bent slightly over the dining table. In this position, I could watch what took place in a large wall mirror.

“You are to watch us at all times darling,” Mother’s voice now turning intense as she stood behind me and observed my every tremble and twitch.

“Yes Mother.”

“Your safe word will be ‘ice hockey’. Do you understand?” she laid the rules down.

“Yes Mother.”

“If this hurts, then stop me...I never want to hurt you darling.” Her eyes were so warm and wonderful as we spoke to each other’s reflection in the mirror.

“Yes Mother, I understand.”

She raised my dress up over my bottom and secured it around my waist. My bare bottom was exposed and thrust up, ready and waiting. My sweet lover stroked my cheeks and tapped the base of the training plug still lodged inside my rectum.

“I love you Jennifer.” She stated a fact that did not demand a response.

“On Monday you will resign from your job,” a command, not a question.

“Yes Mother.”

“On Tuesday you will register for professional cooking classes starting in the fall,” she would fully domesticate me, and I was not only willing, but happy at the thought.

“Oh yes Mother,” my response enthusiastic at the prospect of spending my days in loving servitude.

“On Wednesday you will prepare our belongings for travel on a three week trip,” what had my dear lover planned?

“Yes Mother.”

“Thursday we shall travel.”

“Yes Mother.”

“Friday we will rest and make love.”

“Yes Mother.”

“Saturday we will be married as Mother and wife,” her voice full of tenderness, but there were undertones of the stern taskmistress lurking in her soul, “you will profess your unconditional love for me and submission to my whims. You will also sign a binding contract that day agreeing to the same. Do you accept this?”

“Yes Mother, I accept you unconditionally.”

“I will care for you, and love you always.”

“Thank you Mother,” I was trembling now.

Constance began removing the leather harness holding the plug in my rectum. Her motion was smooth and skillful. She grasped the base of the intruding toy and slowly, ever so slowly started extracting it. My anus stretched and stretched, my face grimaced a bit at the discomfort from having my bottom opened so terribly wide.

She held the widest part of the toy at my ring, allowing it to open even wider. Soon, there was no discomfort, but only a glow...warm and consuming.

“What do you want Jennifer?” her tone now demanding, bordering on cruel.

“I want my dear Mother to take my final virginity,” I was panting in anticipation for her unnatural invasion of the most private part on my body.

“And where is that my darling wife to be? What part of you is virgin,” her sadistic games only heightened my desire to submit.

“My bottom Mother.”

With that, she fully withdrew the plug from my bum, “Where is virgin dear?”

“My...my...my anus Mother,” I knew it was coming. The most depraved violation one could possibly imagine was coming, and I waited for it, anxiously, willingly waited for it.

Constance pushed my body flat to the table, still demanding that I watch what transpired in the mirror. Her slick fingers tickled my gaping hole, which pulsed at her touch.

“Do you trust me, my darling girl?”

“Yes, yes,” my mind racing as I watched my majestic goddess place one hand on the small of my back and felt her fingers begin to enter me.

“Tell Mommy what you want baby,” she was forcing me to face my filthy desires. My lover was a complete master of my submission.

“I want you there.”

“What dear?” she taunted me, “what do you want Mother to do to you?”

“Fu...fu...fuck me in the ass Mother,” I had to know how far. Had my boundaries been reached?

Constance locked her eyes to mine as her slick hand entered me in one long, slow, gentle push. My anus opened to her. I stretched for my tender lover’s deflowering hand. My moans were loud, drawn-out and needful.

“Oh yes Mommy, fuck baby in the butt,” my mind lost in the intensity of emotion as I gave my last cherry to my most precious, patient Mommy, “take me Constance, please, please take me.”

“That’s the way darling girl, open for me, open for Mother,” her voice calm and thoughtful.

My breathing was tightly restricted by my corset as Constance patiently waited for me to huff and puff through any discomfort before my anus relaxed and fully opened to her hand. She started moving, imperceptibly at first. Just tiny little circles as her wrist stretched me wider and wider.

After fifteen minutes or so, Constance was enthusiastically fist-fucking my ass. The feelings inside me were totally unique, so unlike any sex I’d ever experienced. The penetration was more intense, every nerve surround my anus was glowing, as a climax built within me.

“Its ok darling, let go, let it all go,” Mother whispered to me as she lightly kissed my back and neck, “let your bottom go completely.”

“Oh Mommy yes...let go, let go, let go,” I chanted out loud, willing my body to respond.

Constance reached around the front of my dress and pressed the smooth fabric into my wet cunt. She rubbed my excited clitoris through the slick fabric...around, and around in ever tightening circles.

My orgasm started inside; deep, deep inside my rectum. My whimpering and cooing changed to gasps of release, “Oh fuck...oh Mother fuck...ohhhhhhh...ohhhhhhh.”

“Cum baby, cum for Mother,” Constance rejoiced in my pleasure, “cum for Mother darling.”

I could count down the seconds until the dam burst and that glorious wave surged over me, ‘five...four...three...two...’

“AAAaaaahhhhiiieeeeeeeeeeeee,” my first wail could probably be heard in Dallas, “yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...Aaaahhhhhhiiieeee...” the second wave crashed over me. And the third wave flooded through me, and the fourth, and the fifth, “please, please, please, please, please,” not sure if I was begging for more or for the orgasms to cease.

The sixth climax almost killed me, “Oh god it can’t be happening again,” now I was begging for it to stop before I became a blathering idiot stuck in a permanent state of orgasm.

Constance rode me gently to the floor as my knees collapsed beneath me and my body melted away from the table. She thankfully removed her talented fingers from my clitoris, and held her hand completely still inside my bottom. I came down slowly, my body in the throes of aftershocks from so many orgasms.

“Sh, sh, sh, sh,” Mother was stroking my hair, calming me, “I love you Jennifer. I love you darling girl. I’ll love you forever.”

“Again,” I pled. A huge grin of satisfaction across my face, my breathing still ragged and panting, “When can we do it again?”

Constance took me twice more that night of our engagement, once in my cunt and once more in my bottom. I was so sore, that I couldn’t conceive walking for the next month...but it was well worth it. I was more sexually satisfied in this one night with my majestic Mother than all other encounters combined. I was hers now.

----End Part 1 of Spoiled-----