DEPENDENCY

BY KENNA

[ part 13 ]

The next day, Sunday, Frank settled himself on the couch in his usual position, but it was a few minutes before the game started. Angie, who’d been watching and waiting for the moment, brought him his first drink of the day. She was too well trained to know better than to forget his martini. It was unusual when he patted the couch, inviting her to sit next to him.

As she sat, Angie saw he had photos in his hand. “It’s about time you saw some of these,” said Frank showing her the first photo. It showed her, nude and tied to the bed.

“Where did you get these?” asked Angela in confusion. “You’ve never had a camera.”

“That’s pretty stupid, even for you, Angie baby,” said Frank. “Obviously I had a camera. You just never noticed it.”

He handed her a couple more and she flipped through them. In those two she was dressed scantily. In the second one, not only was she wearing nothing but sexy black lingerie, but April was in the photo as well. The girl was dressed, but looking quite disgusted at her mother’s attire.

The woman’s heart sank as she saw the next photo. She was standing beside April and this time both were dressed in nothing but black lingerie. The next one showed her and April topless. The photos got worse as she saw each one. When she got to the one with her eating out April, Angela stopped. “This is pretty embarrassing,” she said.

“Angie, the word is incriminating,” said Frank. “They aren’t embarrassing, they’re incriminating. Check this one out.” Angie found herself staring at a picture where she was clearly engulfing a 13-year-old boy’s cock.

“What do you want from me, Frank?” she asked, knowing he had a reason for showing her the pictures.

“Angie baby, I just enjoy pushing your buttons,” said Frank. “I never got such a thrill from anything like I do from pushing your buttons. I don’t want it to ever stop.”

“It won’t,” she said meekly. She’d done everything he’d asked lately. “I sucked Mark’s cock yesterday for you. I let him paw me and fuck me. It was humiliating. It was disgusting the way he used me. But I did it for you.”

“It better not stop,” said Frank. “You used to have to worry about where you might go if I kicked you out of your house.” He stressed the word ‘your’ to make sure she knew just what he’d done to her. “Now you have to worry about what happens if these pictures ever get out.” He paused to make sure she understood what he was implying. “Then you’ll know exactly where you’ll be spending several years of your life – in prison for child molesting.”

“You can’t, Frank,” she pleaded. “I’m already doing everything you want. I’m even letting you… do anything you want… to April.” She found it hard to say even though it was true.

“Well, actually I can,” said Frank. “But I won’t. I will under certain conditions. If I get bored with you. If you ever start disobeying me. If April ever starts disobeying me. Or if April ever tells anyone that she’s being abused at home. Let’s make sure you understand this. Neither of you have any proof of what I’m doing to you and April.” He waved the pictures at Angie. “I have proof of what you and April do with each other and the neighbors. If you try to take me down, I’ll take you down with me. Hell, I’ll probably get off, but you won’t.”

“I won’t ever say anything,” said Angie, trying to reassure him.

“I believe you, Angie,” said Frank. “You just better make sure that April understands the situation. If she starts to act up, you have to keep her in line. If she comes to you for help, you have to tell her that it’s her lot in life to keep me happy.”

“Of course, Frank,” said Angie. “I’ll make sure she understands you’re the boss – you’re the master.”

“Good, now the game’s about to start. Leave me alone.” As Angie got up he added, “But at halftime, I want you and April down here in front of me wearing nothing but those white garter belts and white stockings that I gave you.”

“Yes, Frank,” said Angie.

Ten minutes later, Angie came back to Frank. “How long until halftime?” she asked.

“Over an hour,” said Frank. “You don’t have to get ready yet.” A couple of minutes later, he heard the car start and pull away. He was surprised because Angela rarely went out on her own anymore. She’d become too dependent upon him and usually waited for him to give her money and tell her to go spend it. She’d better not be late, he thought to himself, or there will be hell to pay.

At the next commercial break, Frank called for April. The girl reluctantly, but promptly answered the call. “Where’d your mother go?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” shrugged April. “She didn’t say.”

“Well fix me another drink,” he ordered.

April had done that duty a few times already, so knew just what he wanted. When she came back, Frank asked, “Did she tell you what you’re going to be doing at halftime?”

“Daddy, I was going to go to invite a friend over,” said April. “Can we do it another time?”

“Hell no,” said Frank. “You can’t ever invite a friend over here. Not with what goes on around here.” He paused as a thought ran through his head. “Well, I suppose you could invite a cute girlfriend over if she was willing to dance naked with you at halftime.”

“I don’t have a friend like that,” said April, taking him seriously.

“I didn’t think so,” said Frank. “Well, your mother just ran off on some errand. In case she doesn’t get back in time, I expect you and her to be dancing naked as my halftime show.”

“Dancing? Naked? The two of us?”

“Yes, baby girl,” said Frank.

April went off with an image of her mother and her naked, slow dancing with their bodies pressed together. It sounded weird to her, but whatever daddy wanted, he was going to get.

Angela was back in plenty of time after her quick errand. She’d decided that she couldn’t allow Frank to get bored with her. He was about to find out that she had a few ideas of her own. The quick shopping trip had been to the closest sex shop to pick up three items. She checked in on the game to make sure that halftime hadn’t started yet and decided she still had plenty of time.

She knocked on April’s door and then went into her daughter’s room. There she made April sit through a lecture about keeping “daddy” happy. “If he says strip and suck cock on the front lawn, you better be naked and on your knees before he gets his cock out,” she finished.

“Yes, mom,” said April. “Mom?”

“What, honey?”

“He suggested I bring over a girlfriend who wanted to dance naked at halftime for him. Do you think he was serious?”

“No, honey, he wasn’t serious,” said Angela. “At least I don’t think he could expect you to talk a friend into that and stay quiet about it. No, we have to obey, but we can’t let anybody else in on what’s going on.”

“I just wanted to ask,” said the girl.

“On the other hand,” said Angela. “If you could talk a girlfriend into making out with you and get it on tape, you know, use our video camera, I think Frank would love that.”

“Jeez, mom, that’s gross,” said April.

“Well, not anymore gross that you and I making out and we’ve done that for him.” Angela looked at her daughter with exasperation. Perhaps the teen still didn’t get it. “Honey, you need to think about what’s going to turn on Frank and do it for him. Do it before he asks for it. That will keep him happy. If you truly did bring home a girlfriend who would dance naked for him, he’d be thrilled, I think. But the next best thing might be getting her to dance naked on camera.”

She changed subject on her daughter. “We can’t be late for halftime. Get on your white stockings and garter belt. I’m going to put mine on. Come meet me in my room when you’re ready.”

Just a few minutes later, April came into her mom’s room wearing the required outfit. She saw her mother wearing the same thing. As she came into the room, April asked, “Are we sluts, mom?”

“Honey, if Frank calls us sluts, just smile and say yes, daddy. But, he doesn’t call us that, does he?”

“No.”

“We’re not sluts, honey,” said Angela. “Sluts do it every man who comes along. They do it because they like it. We’re doing it to survive. Now hold still while I put these on.”

“What are those?” asked April.

“You’ll see,” said Angela as she brandished one of her purchases. She reached out and pinched April’s nipples to make them hard and then clamped metal clip to her right nipple.

“Owwww,” said April.

“Smile and take it, honey,” said Angela. “This ought to make him cum in his pants.” She clipped a second one to April’s left nipple. A short chain hung between the two clips.

“How come I have to wear this and not you?” asked April.

“I have one, too,” said Angela, showing April the second of her purchases. It was a matching set of clips connected by a chain. “I’m just going to wait for him to ask for it. I know he will. Then, I’ll let him put it on.”

“He’ll like that?”

“Yes, I think he’ll like that.”

For now, April didn’t get to see the third purchase. Angela had left that right outside the room where Frank was watching TV.

The two girls went down to wait outside the TV room. Precisely at halftime, Angela walked in carrying a fresh drink in one hand. In the other hand, she held the chain that connected April’s nipples. She pulled the 13-year-old into the room by her nipples. In her mouth, she held a riding crop, the last of her purchases.

April’s eyes were on the riding crop, wondering what Frank was going to do with that. Frank’s eyes were on the little girl as she was led into the room. Her nipples were stretched and swollen as she was led in by her mother. He ran his eyes over the girl’s slender form. His cock swelled at the sight of her tortured nipples, her neatly framed pussy, and the look on her face. Following her gaze, he saw the riding crop for the first time.

With a smile, the man reached up and took the crop from between Angela’s teeth. “Hmmm,” he said, returning his gaze to April. “I said just the stockings and garter belt, but I do like the nipple clamps. Very nice touch, Angie baby.”

“Thank you, master,” said Angela. “I don’t know what you had in mind, but I’ll bet she dances better with a few red stripes on her cute little ass.”

“Mom!?” said April in surprise.

“Wow, I’ll bet she does, too,” agreed Frank. His cock had leaped to full staff in seconds at the sight of the young girl with her nipples hard and chained. He hadn’t been expecting anymore than what he’d asked for. He reached for the chain and pulled April toward him. “Did you get a set for yourself?” he asked Angela.

“Yes, master,” said Angela. “I left them up in my room. I know she can keep you happy while I run up and get them. Dance nice for your daddy,” she added as she left the room.

Frank could hardly get over how sexy the 13-year-old looked. Just the added nipple clamps made her twice as erotic as ever. He stood and stared at her for a few seconds before April interrupted his admiration. “Do you want me to dance for you, daddy?” Her nipples ached, but she didn’t dare suggest that she wanted to take them off. It was obvious to her that he couldn’t take his eyes off her tits.

“Turn around and put your hands on the table,” said Frank.

April turned to face the coffee table and put her hands on the low table. Damn, she thought to herself. That put her ass sticking right out at him. She’d worked so hard to avoid a spanking and now her mom had offered her up on a platter. April heard the swish of the crop and Angela heard the scream of her daughter. Though she already had her own set of nipple clamps and was standing at the top of the stairs, the mother waited until she’d heard three yelps of pain from April. Then she came down the stairs.

April squealed a fourth and fifth time before Frank stopped using the crop on her. Then her turned to Angela and took the chain from her hands. “Up on the table,” he ordered April. The girl didn’t waste any time in stepping up on the low table and turning to face the two adults. Frank glanced again at the nipple clamps on her small tits and then bent to suck on Angela’s nipples. He hardened them with his lips and teeth and then clamped them on Angela.

The pain brought tears to Angela’s eyes, but as Frank stared at her, she said, “Do you like them? I bought them just for you.”

“Nice, Angie, nice,” was all Frank could say. Then he turned to April. “Dance for me, baby girl. Dance real nice.”

The look in Frank’s eyes was stimulating. The young girl had never felt so sexy. She started to dance just as sexy as she could. She moved her hips and shook her tits, making the chain rattle. She tried to make it look like she was fucking a fake cock in mid air.

Frank was impressed with the way she was dancing. “Looks like the spanking did her some good,” he observed. “Bend over and put your hands on the table,” he said to Angela.

“Ooo, master,” said Angela as she looked over her shoulder at Frank. “Are you going to spank this naughty girl, too?”

April kept dancing as her mother let out five yelps in quick succession. Seconds later, the mother was dancing right next to her 13-year-old daughter, trying to look even sexier.

Frank glanced over at the TV and saw that halftime was already ending. “Fuck,” he said as he faced the dilemma of missing out on his two girls or missing part of the game. It took just half a second for him to make up his mind and shut off the TV. He scrambled out of his clothes and sat down on the couch. “Come take care of this,” he said, pointing at his throbbing cock.

Mother and daughter got down off the table and knelt in front of their master. They took turns sucking his cock and licking his balls until he came. His first spurt went into Angie’s mouth, but she quickly pulled away. The second spurt went on April’s chest and then the third spurt when in her eager mouth. She took his cock deep as he shot yet another spurt. Then April pulled away and pointed the cock at her mother’s tits where Frank’s last shot of cum ended up.

Frank sat back, exhausted and completely satisfied, as the two girls proceeded to clean the cum off each other’s tits. Frank was so spent that his head lolled back. He was asleep seconds after his orgasm. Seeing that, Angela pulled April away from her tits. There was no need to continue to perform once their audience was asleep. The two girls took separate showers and by the time they were done, the TV was back on and Frank was engrossed in the game again.

The Sunday next door was considerably different from what Angela and April experienced. Kathy knew she’d pushed her boys very hard. Just the thought of the 13-year-old boy going down on his father made every inch of her body tingle all over again. So, she set out to pamper them all day long in appreciation for their obedience and for the wonderful feeling that they’d given her.

The day started off with a big breakfast of Mark’s favorite – waffles, eggs, bacon, and hash browns. After breakfast, she offered to drive Mark to the skate park so he could skate with his friends and Steve could have some time alone. But, Steve insisted on coming along. The day turned into a family outing with Mark enjoying himself at the park while Steve and Kathy walked around. The couple settled down under a tree to spend a romantic afternoon. Later on she fixed a huge Sunday dinner that had both Steve and Mark loosening their belts a couple of notches.

Later that evening, Kathy’s thoughts turned to the previous day again. She had butterflies in her stomach as she thought of Steve admitting that a 9-year-old girl would be fun. She tried to picture what that might look like and found herself getting wet. With a start she realized that the 9-year-old girl had a face and a name. Kathy had to wonder when this thought first came to her. Was there a reason she’d stopped at 9-years-old and in 4th grade? Had she always been thinking of Jessie? Could she get Jessie? Did she dare try?

It had been two years since she’d seen Lisa and Jessie. She’d left Lisa because the relationship had scared her, but now she realized that it had been like a warm up for her relationship with Steve. Lisa had wanted the same thing that Steve wanted – to be dominated and tormented, then pleasured. Two years ago, Kathy hadn’t been ready for that kind of relationship.

Lisa, a single lesbian, had a 7-year-old daughter, Jessie. She would be 9 now. Kathy shook her head in wonder at the coincidence – 9-years-old and in 4th grade. It couldn’t be a coincidence.

“I’m going out for a couple hours,” Kathy told Steve. She was right that Steve was too stuffed and too comfortable to object or suggest that he would come along this time.

It was a spur of the moment decision and Kathy wondered if she could find Lisa, if Lisa would still be single, if Lisa was still a submissive, or if she could find the opening that she needed to put Lisa back under her control. At the worst it would just take a few minutes to drive over and find out the answers to those questions.

When Kathy saw the house with the same old porch swing in the front yard, she knew that Lisa was still there. Reminding herself to take charge right away, she knocked on the door. As the door swung open, she found herself facing her former lover.

Lisa had a look of surprise as she recognized her visitor. The 34-year-old woman had bared her soul to Kathy, proclaiming her love and undying submission to her mistress. Her reward for the admission had been scorn for her fetish. Though Kathy had timidly tried to be a dominant, she had left Lisa shortly afterward. Lisa had been crushed, yet now her heart leaped at the sight of her lover. “K-kathy?” she said. “What are you doing here?”

Kathy brushed past Lisa, ignoring the question. Lisa was beneath her and didn’t deserve a response. She spun around to face Lisa and asked, “Is anyone living here with you?”

“No,” said Lisa.

“Where is Jessie?”

“Downstairs watching TV.”

Kathy ran her eyes up and down Lisa’s slender figure. She’d cut her long brown hair and dyed it blond. It looked very sexy, but it also gave Kathy the opening that she needed. “You know I liked your hair long, slut,” she said.

Lisa’s eyes bugged out at Kathy’s words. “What?” was all she could say.

“Say yes, mistress,” corrected Kathy.

“Yes, mistress,” said Lisa. Her mouth opened again and closed. Then she said, “What’s going on?”

“Say what’s going on, mistress,” said Kathy. “Don’t make me warn you again.”

Lisa’s voice suddenly became more timid. “What’s going on, mistress?” she said.

“Let’s just say I’ve been taking lessons on how to treat a slut like you,” said Kathy.

“Yes, mistress,” said Lisa, barely suppressing a smile. “I’m sorry I cut my hair. Do you like it blond…? Kathy?”

“What did you call me?” demanded Kathy, certain that the error had been on purpose.

“Sorry,” said Lisa. “I mean, mistress. Do you like it blond, mistress?”

“No, well, maybe it suits you. It makes you look like a stupid, blond bimbo. That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

“Yes, mistress. I’m a stupid, blond bimbo slut. And…” Lisa paused.

Kathy could tell what Lisa was about to say. She’d said it before, trying to egg Kathy on to punish her. “Don’t even say another word, slut,” said Kathy. “I know you’ve been a bad girl. You don’t have to make it worse by speaking without permission. You cut your hair. You dyed your hair. You failed to call me mistress several times. You apologized at least twice already. Go to your room and wait for me there.”

“Yes, mistress.” Lisa scampered down the hall.

Kathy wanted Lisa to wait a few minutes to build up the tension. She went down to see the little girl that was her main reason for coming back. She found the 9-year-old just where Lisa had said.

Jessie’s eyes opened wide and a smile came to her face as she saw Kathy. “Aunt Kathy,” she squealed and ran over for a hug.

“How’s my sweetie?” said Kathy.

“Good,” said Jessie. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, sweetie,” said Kathy.

“Mommy missed you, too,” said Jessie. “I’m glad you’re back. She hasn’t had another girlfriend since you left. Are you going to stay a while?”

Kathy smiled at the girl’s admission. If that meant Lisa hadn’t cum in two years, she would be especially vulnerable. “Well, I’m not moving back in, sweetie, but I will come by once in a while.”

“OK,” said Jessie. She wasn’t sure she trusted her “Aunt” Kathy. It had been so long since she’d seen her last. “When?” she asked, trying to extract a promise.

“I thought maybe I’d take you next weekend to meet some friends. Just you and me without your mommy.”

“Holy cow,” said Jessie. It was more than she’d expected.

“I’ll talk to your mommy about it,” said Kathy. “I’m going back up to see her now.”

As Kathy turned to walk away, Jessie asked, “Are you going to play Jesus Christ?”

Kathy chuckled at the question. It was Jessie’s innocent name for the sex games that Lisa liked to play. Though she had no idea what went on behind the closed door, Jessie could hear very well what her mother was screaming. “Yes, your mommy is waiting to play it right now.”

“I know what’s going on,” said the precocious 9-year-old.

“You do? What do you think is going on?” asked Kathy. She was a little shocked. Perhaps the girl had made sense of the noises over the past two years. Kids grew up so fast nowadays.

“She’s been bad and you’re gonna spank her.”

“That’s right,” said Kathy. “What do you think about that?”

“I think she likes it,” said Jessie. Then her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “I think she’s bad on purpose to get spanked.”

“Maybe,” said Kathy, not wanting to outright agree.

“I heard some girls talking at school,” ventured Jessie.

“About what, sweetie?” asked Kathy.

“Are you… lesbians?”

“Do you know what that means?”

“It means you kiss and get naked together,” said Jessie.

“Now you’re being the bad girl,” said Kathy, her voice suddenly stern. “Prying into other people’s business. Maybe I should spank you.” Maybe she could introduce some naughty subjects right now.

“No, Aunt Kathy, I just…” her voice trailed off.

But Kathy looked the girl over now. She was slender like her mom, but with the flat chest of a 9-year-old. Her hips were narrow, encased in tight blue jeans. Her bottom was round and very spankable. She had long brown hair and big brown eyes. Especially now that she’d been called a bad girl, her lips were full and pouty.

“Since you’ve been a bad girl, I want you to call me mistress Kathy, like your mom does when she’d bad,” said the woman.

“Mis-mistress Kathy?” said Jessie. Without even thinking about it, she put her hands across her bottom to shield it.

Kathy had been about to leave, but she decided that Lisa could wait a little bit longer. Instead, she sat down in a chair and patted her lap, inviting the girl to sit. “Or maybe you’re not a bad girl, like you mommy,” offered Kathy.

Jessie climbed into the offered lap. “No, Aunt Kathy,” she said. “I’m a good girl. Don’t spank me.”

“Yes, I thought so,” crooned Kathy soothingly. She cradled the girl, putting one arm around her to rest on the opposite hip and her other hand gently on the girl’s flat tummy. She leaned forward and kissed Jessie gently on the forehead. It was a more sensual kiss than an adult ought to give a child and she continued to kiss the young girl with that same soft, sensual touch down her cheek and to her lips. At the same time, she caressed Jessie’s tummy with her hand, rubbing in small circles. “I like good girls,” said Kathy. “I don’t want to have to spank you.”

Jessie enjoyed the gentle touches. Though she’d never been spanked by either her mommy or Aunt Kathy, she knew that Kathy was capable of such an act. She knew that Aunt Kathy spanked her mommy and wanted to avoid a similar treatment for herself. Besides, the touches made her tummy tingle and even that special place between her legs got tingly.

Kathy’s rubbing forced the girl’s shirt up and soon she was caressing the girl’s bare skin. It was still a safe place to be touching the preteen, but the feel of her soft, warm skin was exciting. She kissed the soft lips gently and ran her tongue across the pouty lips.

Jessie jumped at the touch of Kathy’s tongue, looking confused. Her body tensed and she started to slide off Kathy’s lap. The tingle had felt even better, but the tongue felt wrong.

Kathy’s grip on the girl tightened, not letting her down. “Done being my good girl?” she asked accusingly.

“No,” said Jessica, allowing herself to be restrained. The word lesbian rang in her mind. Aunt Kathy hadn’t quite admitted to it, but the girl distinctly felt like her “aunt” had tried to kiss her like she imagined a boy would kiss her.

Kathy wanted to press her advantage, but she heard the floorboards creak and stood, letting the girl slide off. “Got to go see your mommy,” she said as she left.

As soon as she came through the basement door, Kathy saw Lisa. “As if you weren’t bad enough,” she said to the submissive. “I told you to wait in your room. Now get there right now!”

Lisa ran down the hall again, but this time Kathy was right behind her. As she stepped into the room, Kathy said, “Get everything off. You’re getting a bare assed spanking tonight.”

“Yes, mistress,” said Lisa. She scrambled out of her clothes and then stood nude, waiting for her next command. She was flush and her chest heaved with excitement. Her B-cup tits stood out firm and proud, topped by quarter sized nipples. Her cunt was covered with curly dark hair.

“You haven’t shaved your pussy!” said Kathy.

“Mistress, I didn’t know you were coming,” countered Lisa.

“Of course not,” said Kathy, taking on a soothing voice. “And you haven’t had sex with anybody else while I was gone, have you?”

“No, mistress, I couldn’t,” said Lisa.

Kathy walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. There were the same toys that Lisa always kept there. She pulled out a leather whip. “Lay face down on the bed,” she ordered.

While Lisa complied, Kathy opened the bedroom door, glanced down the hall, and made sure the hallway light was on. Then, she closed and locked the door, shut off the overhead light in the room, and left only the table lamp on. In the dim light she could easily make out Lisa’s form, waiting for the first blow. More importantly, she could see light streaming under the bedroom door. She smiled, wondering if the 9-year-old would stumble into the trap.

Lisa gasped in surprise and shock as the first blow snapped across her unprotected ass. Mistress Kathy had never struck her that hard before. It thrilled her to have the sting course through her body. Then Kathy started to tie her in that position. In just a couple of minutes she was spread eagle, face down on the bed, and unable to move. A new thrill shot through Lisa’s body as she realized fully that Kathy had indeed learned how to be her mistress.

The mistress warmed her slave’s ass with several more blows. With each one, Lisa got a little louder. She went from grunts of pain to yelps and then to more substantial screams. Kathy was counting. It was the seventh blow that earned a loud, “Jesus Christ, mistress Kathy, it hurts.” She applied several more blows, each earning a desperate, “Jesus Christ.”

Then Kathy untied her slave and positioned her on her back only to retie her limbs to the corner of the bed. This time Kathy started whipping Lisa’s tender thighs. After a few screams, Kathy got out the ball gag and secured it tightly in her slave’s mouth. It just as thrilling to command a woman as it was to command a man. She found herself getting excited as she watched Lisa struggle and grunt in pain.

As Lisa watched, Kathy slowly removed her clothes. “Looks like my slave is ready to lick pussy now,” she said. But she stopped at the side of the bed. Lisa did indeed look like she was starving for a cunt, but she couldn’t do anything about it.

“You know I’m living with a man now,” said Kathy. “He likes to have his cock sucked. Maybe I’ll have you over and you can show him what a good slave you are. You’ll suck his cock for me, won’t you?”

Lisa’s eyes grew wide. Kathy knew she’d tried men before and didn’t like it. She’d been married for a short time and had Jessie to show for it. But, she didn’t like it. She shook her head no.

“Well, slut,” taunted Kathy. “I didn’t ask if you wanted to. I said you’ll do it if I tell you to, won’t you?”

Lisa froze. She didn’t want to agree, but she didn’t want to argue either. She didn’t know if Kathy was teasing her or was serious.

Kathy picked up the strap on dildo. “You’ll suck this for me, won’t you?”

As Lisa nodded, Kathy started to strap it on. Out of the corner of her eye, Kathy saw a shadow under the bedroom door.

Quietly Kathy closed the distance to the door and unlocked it. She jerked it open and Jessie almost fell into the room. She’d had her ear pressed to the door. Kathy caught her by the arm and dragged her in. “I thought you said you’d be my good girl,” snarled Kathy. “I told you to keep out of other people’s business. What do you think you’re doing?”

Kathy held the 9-year-old tightly by the arm so that she had a perfect view of her mother’s naked and tied body. “Is this what you wanted to see?” she asked.

“Noooo,” wailed the girl. “Please let me go. I won’t come back.”

“Too late for that,” said Kathy. “I think you’re a naughty girl just like your mommy and you’re going to learn how we play Jesus Christ.”

On the bed, Lisa was squirming frantically, but there was nothing she could do. Her words were lost as grunts in the gag. She was helpless as her daughter stared at her nudity.

Kathy had saved the handcuffs for this moment. She retrieved them from the drawer and quickly snapped them onto the young girl’s wrists, trapping her hands behind her. “Stand still. Stand right there and don’t move,” ordered Kathy. Trembling, Jessie stood as she was told.

Then, Kathy turned on Lisa. “Like mother, like daughter,” said Kathy. “She’s a bad girl just like her mommy.” When Lisa made frantic noises into her gag, Kathy continued, “Just shut up, slut. You wanted me back. You wanted to be owned. Well, that’s going to include your good for nothing little bitch daughter, too. She’s going to watch what mommy likes.” Kathy raised the whip and brought it down viciously across Lisa’s already reddened thighs.

“Eeeeeaaa, iiiiiii,” screamed Lisa into her gag. Both Kathy and Jessie distinctly understood the muffled scream as Jesus Christ. Kathy planted several more blows on the helpless slave as she screamed again and again.

Then the mistress turned on the trembling preteen. “What’s my name?”

“M-m-mistress Kathy,” said Jessie.

Kathy walked to the girl and unsnapped her jeans. Jessie wanted to pull away, but didn’t dare. She was petrified. Kathy was deliberately slow as she unzipped the tight jeans and wiggled them down over the little girl’s slender hips. As the jeans slid down, Jessie didn’t fight and even stepped out of them. Then, Kathy pulled the girl’s T-shirt up over her head and down her arms, exposing her flat chest.

Kathy pushed the girl up against the foot of the bed where Lisa had a clear view of the preteen’s nude body. She ran her hands over Jessie’s tiny nipples, tweaking them to hardness. “It’s all about control,” she hissed at Lisa. “I don’t care if it’s a man, woman, boy, or girl. I get so hot by being in control. You taught me that. Now I’m back to thank you.”

She picked up the light form and stood Jessie on the bed right between her mother’s legs. Then she reached up and slid down the girl’s panties, exposing her special place to her mother’s horrified gaze. Kathy was trembling with lust as she stared at the tight ass of the 9-year-old.

Jessie had been quiet up to this point, but now as Kathy lifted her back down and leaned her across the bed, the girl started to plead, “Please, no, please, no, don’t spank me. I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll be good.”

“I told you it’s too late for that,” said Kathy. “You’re only getting yourself in more trouble because you forgot to call me mistress Kathy. Now shut up and take your punishment.”

The girl struggled, but Kathy was able to hold her in position quite easily. It was a position not unlike the position she’d had Mark in recently. The girl’s head was between her mother’s knees and her feet were firmly on the floor. That put her ass out and exposed for a spanking. By pulling up on the arms, Kathy could force Jessie down on the bed. When Jessie’s pleading became muffled, Kathy pulled the girl’s head back so she was facing her mother’s cunt, her face no longer pressed into the bed sheets.

Then Kathy picked up the leather whip. She snapped it firmly across Jessie’s exposed ass. “Eeeeeeeee,” squealed the girl. After just three more blows, the girl was screaming as loud as she could.

“That’s not how we play the game, little bitch,” said Kathy. “I spank, you scream Jesus Christ. We’ll do it until you get it right.”

Smack! “Jeeeeesus Chriiiist,” squealed the girl. Kathy was finally satisfied when she’d gotten the right response five times in a row.

Kathy let the girl up and walked her around the bed until she was beside her mother’s waist. She pressed Jessie up against the bed and said, “You wanted to see if we’re lesbians? You wanted to see what lesbians do? Don’t move or we’ll play Jesus Christ all over again.”

Frightened and in pain, the 9-year-old wasn’t about to move. Instead, she watched with morbid curiosity as Kathy strapped on the dildo. It wasn’t quite what the girl had expected as her mistress became half man, half woman.

Kathy put a hand on Lisa’s stomach, feeling the woman shudder at her touch. She slid her hand down to touch her slave’s furry pussy and found, to her surprise, that it was sopping wet. Her finger slipped easily between the lips. She pressed her face to Lisa’s ear. “You fucking slut,” she whispered. “That made you hot, didn’t it?”

Lisa tried to deny it, shaking her head no emphatically.

“Oh, you can lie to me with your head,” said Kathy, still speaking only for Lisa. “But your pussy shows your true feelings. You got hot watching your 9-year-old scream. You know she deserved it. You know she wanted it. You’re hot knowing she’s going to watch. You’re hot because you screamed for her. Every bit of this makes my slut hot. You’re hot because your little bitch is going to learn all about sex right now.”

Kathy knew she had Lisa’s number. “I’m going to take out the gag. If you say a word, we’ll play Jesus Christ again. You and I will play it. Jessie and I will play it. I’m going to take out the gag so you can suck this cock, slut. I want Jessie to see what a slut her mommy is. Then, if you’re good, I’ll slide this cock right up your hot cunt and the little bitch can see how mommy fucks.”

Satisfied that her slave would behave, Kathy undid the gag. Lisa swallowed her spit, but didn’t say anything. Kathy straddled Lisa’s face and said, “Move up a little closer, little bitch. Mommy wants you to see what she can do with a cock.” Then, she put the cock to Lisa’s lips and watched as the woman licked at the tip and then ran her tongue up the entire shaft. When Lisa opened her mouth, Kathy slid the plastic cock a couple of inches between her lips. Lisa started sucking on it as it slid in and out.

“Can you say cocksucker, little bitch?” asked Kathy.

“C-cocksucker,” said Jessie.

“Say my mommy’s a cocksucker,” prompted Kathy.

“My mommy is a cocksucker,” said Jessie.

“My mommy is a fucking cocksucker.”

“My mommy is a fucking cocksucker,” repeated Jessie. She looked down at her mother, seeing something she never imagined.

Kathy followed the girl’s gaze and leaned a little bit farther forward, forcing even more of the black plastic cock into Lisa’s mouth. “Are you a cocksucker?” she asked.

Lisa only nodded, unable to speak with 3 inches of cock in her mouth.

“Say it,” said Kathy, pulling back to free the woman’s mouth.

“I’m a cocksucker,” said Lisa, her eyes locking with her mistress’ eyes.

“No, no, slut,” said Kathy. “Tell her. Tell her what mommy is.”

Lisa looked at her young daughter and said, “Mommy is a fucking cocksucker, baby.”

“Did you practice for me?”

“N-no, mistress,” said Lisa, faltering.

“So you couldn’t take every inch of this?” asked Kathy, stroking the 8 inches of cock between her legs.

“No, mistress,” said Lisa.

“Where else could I stick it?”

“Put it in my cunt, mistress,” said Lisa. “It fits there. I want it there. Fuck me with it.”

“Show the little bitch what a cock does for a slut?”

“Yes, mistress,” said Lisa, her voice pleading. She wanted it bad. “Show the little bitch how mommy gets fucked.”

Kathy slid down the taut body underneath her and poised the cock at the entrance to Lisa’s cunt. “Watch this, little bitch,” she said as she poked the cock between Lisa’s cunt lips. “Mommy is a slut with a big, deep cunt.” She shoved the cock a couple of inches in, being careful with the first thrust. When it didn’t meet much resistance, she knew that Lisa’s cunt was lubricated enough. The slut really wanted it. She pulled out and then thrust in again, sinking the cock to the hilt.

“Yes,” moaned Lisa. “Fuck me deep, mistress. Make me take it all.” Afraid of starting a new relationship, afraid of confiding in another, afraid of earning just more scorn, she’d been waiting two years for this moment.

Kathy didn’t even think about how different this was from the last time they’d made love. Then she’d been a tentative mistress, uncertain and ashamed of her desires. Now she knew what she wanted, taking without thinking. Her strokes became long, hard, and fast as she fucked the woman. Lisa moaned in pleasure with each thrust. “Jesus Christ,” she moaned, evoking the name in pleasure as well as in pain. “Holy Mary, Mother of God,” she moaned. She thrust her hips upward, meeting the intense thrusts. “I’m… I’m…”

“… done for now,” said Kathy, finishing her slave’s sentence as she pulled the cock free of her slave’s cunt. She knew from Lisa’s reaction that she was seconds from cumming.

“Oh, God, no,” whined the helpless woman. “Don’t stop now.” She looked desperately down at the cock that was just outside her pussy. She tried to move her hips to make contact, but it was impossible. “What? Mistress? What do you want?”

“Who cums first?” she asked, repeating the question that she asked Steve every time.

Lisa was momentarily dumbfounded. It was a new twist for her. Kathy had always been a considerate lover, letting her cum when it was time. Though she’d longed for a dominant mistress, she’d never truly had one. “You?” she finally ventured.

Without a word, Kathy got up and removed the dildo. She slipped off the bed and stood opposite Jessie. “Tell the little bitch what’s going to happen.” She walked around the foot of the bed and up behind the 9-year-old.

“Baby, mommy is going to lick mistress Kathy,” said Lisa. “I’m going to put my tongue in her… her pussy and make her happy.”

Kathy reached around the girl and pulled on her nipples until they stood up hard again. Then, she put her finger in Lisa’s cunt, getting it lubricated before she put it between Jessie’s hairless pussy lips. Gently she pushed her finger inside the girl. She put her middle finger on the girl’s clit and slowly rubbed it until Jessie started to move her hips erotically. “Like that, honey?” whispered Kathy.

“Uh huh,” said Jessie, shocked that the finger was where it was and that it could feel so good.

“Mommy’s tongue is going to do that for me. Mommy’s going to be a lesbian slut for me and do it as long as I want.”

“Uh huh,” said Jessie again. She felt her knees getting weak from the wonderful feeling she was having. “Will it feel like this? Mistress?”

“Yes,” said Kathy. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you do it, too. If you’re not, we can play Jesus Christ some more. You want to make mistress Kathy happy?”

“Yes, mistress Kathy,” said the girl.

“Kiss me,” said Kathy, pressing her lips to the girl’s lips. She forced her tongue into Jessie’s mouth, feeling the girl’s tongue lick at hers. As she pulled away, she said, “Now that’s how you kiss your mistress.”

The mistress could hardly contain herself as she straddled Lisa’s face again. This time she fed the slave her pussy instead of fake cock. Lisa’s tongue went expertly to the sensitive clit of her mistress. Kathy had teased herself for so long that she came in less than a minute.

Then Kathy lay back on the edge of the bed, her legs straddling the 9-year-old and said, “You do it now, little bitch.”

Cuffed, helpless, and frightened, the young girl bent and put her face in her mistress’ pussy. She licked up and down the slit, tasting the juices. Following Kathy’s guidance she homed in on her clit and Kathy felt a second orgasm build. “Holy shit, I’m cumming again,” she moaned. The sight of the little girl lapping at her cunt was incredibly erotic and she came hard.

As Kathy caught her breath, she picked up the 9-year-old and put her between her mommy’s legs. The girl continued lapping at cunt, this time her own mother’s cunt. Lisa writhed in pleasure as her daughter showed her new found expertise. It took a couple of minutes, this time, but suddenly Lisa cried out, “Holy Mary, Mother of God, I’m cumming, oh, fucking God Almighty, I’m cumming.” Knowing that Lisa was multi-orgasmic, Kathy let the little bitch eat cunt for nearly a minute more before she pulled her away.

The mistress promptly set the little girl on her mommy’s face and watched as Lisa’s tongue found the tiny button in the 9-year-old’s slit. Jessie’s eyes opened wide, sparkling with eager lust as tingles shot through her entire body. It was better than mistress Kathy’s finger. “Holy Mother of God,” she said, trying to imitate her mommy. “I’m cumming.” It was her first time, but the sensation was every bit as good as it looked for her mommy, so she must be feeling the same. “Fucking God Almighty, I’m cumming.”

When Kathy pulled the girl off her mommy’s face and stood her next to the bed, Jessie nearly collapsed. Kathy laid her down gently and then slithered up Lisa’s body until they were face to face. “I knew you were a bad girl,” she said. “So bad you ate your little girl’s pussy. So bad you came while she watched. So hot that you’re still wet and ready for more, aren’t you?”

“Yes, mistress,” said Lisa. “I’m a bad girl.”

Kathy strapped the dildo back on and slid it in Lisa’s pussy. She’d noticed that Jessie, though cuffed, was already fast asleep. “Does my bad girl want to get fucked some more?” she asked Lisa as she slowly thrust in and out.

“Yes, please, mistress,” said Lisa.

“I like good girls,” said Kathy. “But I love bad girls.” She fucked Lisa to another orgasm.

“Just one thing to remember, slut,” said Kathy. “You and Jessie are not allowed to cum without me.” Then, she untied her slave’s hands and left.