CONTROL

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 19 ]

Phoebe was having a pretty good time at Disneyland despite being daddy’s little girl all week. She was wearing shorts and tight tops, letting as much of her skin show as good taste allowed. Now she was noticing things she’d never noticed before, like when a man tried to stare at her without looking like he was staring. She wondered if Disneyland was a haven for dirty old men because her body was constantly tingling from the attention she was getting. It frustrated her that she could do nothing about it, but at the same time it made her feel good.

They were sharing two rooms at the hotel with Phoebe, her stepmom, and stepsister in one room and her dad and stepbrother in the other room. That meant Phoebe had to share a bed with the 9-year-old Brianna. She was getting no chance to get any sexual release at all.

After a long day at Disneyland, standing in long lines, they went back to the hotel. After her shower, Phoebe came out with a towel wrapped around her. It was supposed to be just the girls in the room, but the boys were over discussing the next day’s events. In the crowded room, Phoebe tripped. She fell to her hands and knees as the towel fell off. For a moment she was poised naked for them all to see. Quickly she looked up and saw her dad had discretely looked away. But Greg, Bree, and even her stepmom, Kay, were staring at her. She grabbed the towel and covered herself, turning pink as she did.

Trying to act dignified, she stood and gathered fresh clothes as her dad excused himself and pulled Greg out with him. There was nothing said about the incident for the rest of the evening.

At dinner, Kay suggested a change of plans for the next day. “I want to go out, just me and Phoebe,” she said. “What do you say, Phoebe?”

Phoebe liked her stepmom. She wasn’t like a mom at all, but more like a big sister. She didn’t have all these rules about how to behave. Kay disciplined her own two kids and let Phoebe’s dad set the rules for Phoebe. Besides, Kay was the one who liked roller coasters and wild things. Greg, Bree, and her dad were more cautious about the rides they went on. “Sure,” said Phoebe. “We can do all the roller coasters.”

“Or maybe we’ll go shopping,” suggested her stepmom. “Is that OK with you, honey?” Kay asked her husband.

“Fine,” agreed Phoebe’s dad. “Gives me time to spend with my other two kids,” he smiled, willing to make the best of it.

Phoebe rolled her eyes at her dad’s comment. He was trying to act like the dad for Kay’s kids, but it bothered her that he spent more time with them that with her.

Sunday morning dad got an early start with Greg and Bree to miss the lines at the park. Kay and Phoebe took their time getting ready. The last one to shower, Phoebe figured she finally had the time to get herself off quick. Standing in the shower, she spread her legs and rubbed her clit with one hand. The other hand was toying with her nipples the way she liked April to do. She closed her eyes, imagining Mark, Gary, Paul, and others watching her as she posed and played with herself.

As her knees started to get weak, Phoebe realized she should sit down in the slippery shower or else she might fall. She opened her eyes to look for a place to sit and saw Kay standing and watching her through the clear glass door of the shower. Her eyes opened even wider in surprise. She hadn’t heard the bathroom door and she was sure she’d locked it. But she immediately recognized the look on Kay’s face, not as reproach but as interest and even excitement.

Phoebe sat down quickly on the tile floor of the big shower, her fingers hardly missing a beat as her eyes locked with her stepmom’s eyes. Her legs were spread wide with her pussy facing her audience. As she felt the tingle spread through her body, she watched Kay slowly pull her T-shirt off and then her bra. The teen’s fingers picked up speed and she came in a hard orgasm as Kay was sliding down her shorts.

Once she was naked, Kay stepped into the shower with her stepdaughter. She’d had her suspicions about the pretty blond for the past few months. She’d noticed changes in the girl that her husband hadn’t noticed. The woman hadn’t been sure about what she was picking up on until the past few days. Spending this much time with Phoebe had convinced her that they needed to talk and so she’d planned a day with her stepdaughter. The day was going to be more interesting that she expected.

That first step into the shower was a big one for the woman and she took it cautiously, looking for signs that her presence was unwelcome. She’d intruded into Phoebe’s space and surprised the girl, yet Phoebe’s sudden lusty reaction had surprised the stepmom as well. Kay was even more surprised when Phoebe rose up on her knees and buried her face in her pussy without a trace of embarrassment. She didn’t argue as the cute little tongue teased her to orgasm.

Afterwards, the two lay in bed for a few minutes in silence. Kay was enjoying the feel of the slender, naked body next to hers. Phoebe was feeling embarrassed now that she’d gone so far so fast. Getting up the nerve to speak, she said, “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.”

“That’s OK, sweetie,” said Kay. “I shouldn’t have walked in on you, but I’m glad I did.” She kissed the girl on the forehead.

“Me, too,” said Phoebe. “It was better than doing it alone.”

“I noticed,” said Kay. There had been no doubt that Phoebe’s excitement had gone up a notch or two when she realized she was being watched. And there were other signs that Phoebe liked to be watched. “What was with the towel yesterday?” she asked. .

“I tripped,” said Phoebe. “Sorry, didn’t mean to flash everyone.”

“No, no, dear,” said Kay. She got out of bed and wrapped a towel around herself. “This is tripping.” She acted out the process of falling down, then quickly wrapped herself back in the towel. “Oops, oh, I’m so embarrassed, excuse me,” and she darted into the bathroom.

Kay came back out and said, “This is what you did.” Again she acted out falling down to her hands and knees. Still on her hands and knees, she looked around, “Who’s looking? Did everybody notice? Oh, daddy’s not watching, but hi Greg, hi Bree, hi Kay. I’m going to get up now. Has everybody looked long enough?’

“I didn’t do that,” protested Phoebe, blushing. Yet, she knew that was only a mildly exaggerated version of what she had done.

Ignoring Phoebe’s feeble response, Kay said, “So, I was wondering just why you’re not acting like daddy’s little girl ought to act. I mean, I’m used to getting a lot of stares from men, but I look over at you and there you are strutting down Main Street USA in the middle of Disneyland looking like you’re trying to drive every man and boy crazy.”

“No way!” said Phoebe, trying to deny her behavior. But she knew she’d been caught. “Do you think daddy noticed?” she asked, worried what he might think of her.

“Your father still thinks you’re 2 years old,” said Kay. “Dad’s do that. He hasn’t noticed you have boobs, let alone the way you’re working so hard to draw men’s attention. And I’d have let it go, too, except the way you acted when you lost your towel. It was like… like you’ve been naked in front of people before… like it felt comfortable when it should have been embarrassing.

When Phoebe didn’t answer, Kay dug deeper. “You were pretty horny. So… how long has it been, 3 or 4 days since your last cum?”

“About that,” said Phoebe. “How’d you know?”

“Well, there’s the fact that you spend so much time at another girl’s house. Your mom works, so she’s glad you have a place to hang out. But nobody knows what goes on over there.”

“Nothing,” said Phoebe too quickly.

“Yeah, right,” said Kay. “And you learned to lick pussy from a magazine. You may think I’ve got stupid tattooed on my forehead, but I know you have guilty on yours. Big red letters,” she laughed, leaning forward to run her finger right across Phoebe’s forehead. “Don’t worry,” she added. “This is just between us girls. I’m not telling daddy on you.”

“Thanks, Kay,” said Phoebe.

“Sooo,” said Kay, “I can put two and two together. You’re missing your girl friend?” She leaned forward conspiratorially.

Phoebe knew she hadn’t quite admitted anything, but she hadn’t denied it either. Kay was right when she said Phoebe had a guilty tattoo on her forehead. She knew her behavior was telling volumes. “You won’t tell?” she asked.

“Cross my heart,” said Kay.

Phoebe related a pretty vanilla story about experimenting with lesbian sex with April. She didn’t mention anyone else, the bondage, the spankings, or her exhibitionist outings. When she was done, Kay asked, “So, who’s the boy?” She was really fishing now, but she needed to know for Phoebe’s sake.

“Boy? There’s no… well, just one.” Or three, but she didn’t voice that.

“Sweetie, are you on the pill?”

“No,” said Phoebe. “Oh gosh, I could be…”

“Maybe not,” said Kay. “We’ll get you checked out and on the pill and mommy and daddy don’t need to know.”

“Thanks, I didn’t even think…” Not to mention that she was always tied and was in no position to tell Mark no.

April spent Saturday morning flipping through her growing collection of bondage pictures and imagining Karina in any one of them. She did so much want to try some of them, but she just didn’t have the equipment or the space. So, she took a couple of the pictures to Frank and showed them to him. Frank looked at the pictures, amazed that his “baby girl” was getting so sophisticated that her ideas were exceeding his.

“OK,” said Frank, after a few minutes of thought. “You could do this one and this one right in your room.” He explained how and added, “We can run to the hardware store and get a few things and have it ready for Monday.”

“Cool,” said April. But she was also aware that Frank put a price on everything. “What’s the catch?” she asked.

“Hmmm,” smiled Frank as he thought over the payment. He decided to make her work for his help. After all, he would need to spend time in her room attaching the hardware that he had in mind. What was the price of an afternoon’s work? “Go put on your black underwear and high heels,” he told her.

April smiled at him. She didn’t mind playing this game with him as long as she got what she wanted as well. She went up to her room and dressed in the tiny bra that didn’t hide her nipples, the tiny black thong, black stockings, and black high heels. Back down in the family room, she paraded in front of Frank.

“Put these on,” said Frank, holding up a pair of handcuffs.

April put them on, with her hands behind her back. Even cuffed she knew she was in control; she had too much on the man. When Frank pulled out his cock, she knelt between his legs. “What do you want, daddy?” she asked coyly. Not waiting for an answer, she snaked her tongue out and licked the underside of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the tip and then sucked him down her throat. As she blew him, she thought how easy he was. She’d gotten so hot thinking about Karina tied up and she wanted that so bad, she would have done far more than blow Frank. Yet, when he unloaded in her mouth, he was done with her.

Frank went easy on April because had already received a payment that April hadn’t considered. Having the teen naked on her knees and blowing him was just icing on the cake. His real payment had been the ideas that April had put in his head. When the two went to the hardware store, he bought two of everything.

Back at the house, he installed hooks in the walls and ceilings of April’s room. The two discussed the locations and how each could be used, drawing mental pictures of Karina tied and stretched. Satisfied that everything was set for Monday, Frank left April alone in her room.

For a few minutes, April imagined how she would tie Karina. She ran a few ropes through the hooks, working out how to get the ropes quickly threaded by standing on her bed or on a chair. Then, the noise down the hall caught her attention. She followed the sound of Frank’s power drill into the master bedroom where he was installing hooks in the ceiling. Pausing to take in the scene, she said, “Oh fuck, yeah, for Angie?”

“Yeah, well, you got me thinking,” said Frank. He didn’t want to admit that the 13-year-old girl had taught him a few things.

“Cool, can I watch?”

“Watch me sink hooks in the walls? Or watch me tie your mom later?” said Frank, knowing what she meant.

“With mom, later,” confirmed April. She hadn’t taken an interest in Frank’s abuse of Angie lately, but this would be too good to pass up.

“Watch? You can help,” said Frank. “And then, if you need help with Karina…” He left the sentence hanging, but they both knew what he wanted.

There were many things going on that told Angie something was up. She wasn’t allowed in the bedroom where there had been the sound of power tools. As the afternoon waned and Frank watched TV, she pranced around in next to nothing, yet Frank didn’t take advantage of her. Normally by now she’d serviced him at least once. Then, there was the fact that April was hanging around, watching her with more interest than usual.

As the game on TV approached the end, April slipped out of the room. She returned a few minutes later, wearing a black sports bra and tight black shorts. It was the closest thing she owned to the tight, black leather outfits she’d seen in some of the photos she had. But it was the riding crop that she carried that completed the image for Angie.

Angie had come to appreciate the gentle, loving times that April took her. She’d come to accept that April also had this side of her, the cruel dominatrix. April clipped a leash on her mom’s collar and led her out of the room. Pausing in the doorway, she said, “Coming, Frank?”

Angie froze in her tracks. She’d had to put up with one or the other, but today the two were teaming up on her? The answer to her question came as Frank rose from the couch and followed them up to the master bedroom. Angie was especially chilled by the fact that there were still 30 seconds left in the game. He’d never left the TV with time on the clock before.

The hooks in the walls and ceiling didn’t jump right out at Angie as she stepped in. Her mind was still reeling from the idea of two masters at once.

Once in the room, Frank took the lead. Angie was wearing only a collar and high heels. To that he added a gag. He popped the red rubber ball in Angie’s mouth and then fitted the harness over her face and back over her head. Though April didn’t know Frank had such a gadget, she’d seen gags like this on the Internet. It was more complicated than April had used before. This one had straps forming an upside down Y on Angie’s face in addition to the usual straps running from the ball across her cheeks and behind her head. Once the whole thing was fastened, it firmly held the gag in place. April particularly liked the frightened look in Angie’s eyes just from the new experience.

Running a rope through a hook in the ceiling, Frank tied one end to a ring on the top of Angie’s harness. He let the other end of the rope dangle on the floor for a moment as he tied some other ropes in place first. Next, he tied Angie’s wrists together and then tied them to a single hook in the wall in front of her. He tied a spreader bar to Angie’s ankles and then ran a rope from the spreader bar to the wall behind her. He pulled on the rope, forcing Angie to back up until she was bent nearly 90 degrees at the waist. With her hands tied to one wall and her ankles to the opposite wall, she was stretched pretty well.

By now April recognized the position from one of the pictures she’d shown Frank. He was following it because he’d studied it, and now looked like he knew just what he was doing. That was just the impression he wanted to give the 13-year-old… that he was a confident master of bondage, not a student to her expertise. He picked up the rope attached to Angie’s head and pulled it taut before tying it off. Now the woman was stretched in three directions with her eyes practically on the ceiling

When Frank paused as if finished, April handed him one more rope. She made a circle motion around Angie’s waist and then between her legs. “Yeah, I know,” said Frank. “I was getting to it.” He took the rope and looped it around his captive’s waist with the end of the rope hanging down under her. Then, he ran the free end up between her legs, tucking it into her pussy lips and attaching it to a hook in the ceiling. When he pulled it tight, Angie rose up on her tiptoes to keep the rope from digging into her sensitive cunt.

Now they were finished. “Just one thing wrong with that position,” said April.

“Yeah,” agreed Frank. “She can’t suck or fuck, can she?”

“Uh uh,” said April, shaking her head. She held out her riding crop, offering it to Frank. “Just one thing she’s good for like that.”

Angie was tied so tightly that she couldn’t see what was going on. She couldn’t turn her head, so all she could do was listen to them talk about her as if she were an object, not a person. She wondered what she was good for in this position.

“No, thanks, baby girl,” said Frank. “I’m going to try this today.” He showed April a whip with many leather thongs hanging from it. It actually looked pretty tame to the teen as she eyed it skeptically. The leather thongs looked soft. But Angie quivered when the first blow slapped across her ass.

“Unnhhh,” said the bound woman as she realized what she was good for. Of course, it made perfect sense to her now that the first blow had landed. They could spank her anywhere and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. The blows started to land quickly, regularly, and painfully.

April still eyed the device skeptically as Frank wielded it on Angie’s full ass. It looked soft and his blows looked gentle. But, she couldn’t deny the fact that Angie’s ass was getting red and she was grunting in obvious pain. She’d have to go look at the pictures again to see if this was a common device. So far she’d paid such close attention to the victim’s position that she hadn’t noticed the various whips.

Frank moved his attention to Angie’s thighs, turning them red. As she watched, April felt herself getting wet. She knew what excited her was Angie’s helplessness. Her mom’s pain was unmistakable, but her body couldn’t move so much as an inch to relieve it. Frank could use any target he wanted and Angie had to take it.

The teen moved around to see Angie’s face and look into the tortured eyes. As she came into view, Angie’s head moved almost imperceptibly as their eyes locked. April felt the tingle shoot through her body as she stared into the pleading eyes. She could practically feel Angie’s pain, reading it in her eyes.

As April let her eyes wander over her mom’s body, she saw there were other vulnerable parts, begging for attention. Frank continued to work the flogger across Angie’s legs as April reached for Angie’s full tits. In this position, they hung down, looking larger than usual, begging for April’s hands. She was surprised at how hard Angie’s nipples were already, needing no help from her to stand out hard and long. She couldn’t resist as she stroked the tits. “Damn, you look so hot and sexy like this, Angie.”

For a second, April saw the look of pain soften in Angie’s eyes. Angie’s grunts changed to almost intelligible words that April swore sounded like, “Thank you, m’lady.”

“Hey, baby girl,” called out Frank. “I saved something for you.”

April came back to see what Frank had in mind. “Do this,” he told her. He waved the flogger in an upward motion. He aimed it between her legs, but didn’t make contact.

“Her pussy?” asked April.

“Yeah,” said Frank. “Go ahead.” He handed the whip to the girl.

April eyed her mom’s body, knowing that Frank had saved a lot more than Angie’s pussy for her. Her back, her tits, her tummy were all equally vulnerable and available for punishment. But, if he wanted her to do it there, she would oblige him. Using the same rapid, repetitive strokes, she quickly had Angie moaning in pain again. By now she desperately wanted to stop, so her mom could satisfy her growing lust, but the sounds from the bound woman were intoxicating.

Alarmed as the teen continued whipping, Frank grabbed her arm to stop her. “That’s enough, baby girl,” he said.

Frank had reached his limit and, like April, wanted to satisfy himself now. He untied the rope attached to Angie’s waist, letting her down off her tiptoes. Pulling out his cock, he slid it inside Angie from behind.

As Angie was being fucked wildly by Frank, April untied the rope on her head, letting her relax her neck. She also untied the rope to the spreader bar, but with Frank’s tight hold on her hips as he pounded into her, Angie was still stretched in two directions.

April watched the man sate himself and as he pulled out, she said, “Send her to my room when you untie her.” Then she left.

It took Frank a few minutes to get Angie free. He was done for the day and curled up on the bed for a nap as Angie left for her daughter’s room. There the woman found the teen waiting with her strap on. There had been a brief moment in the master bedroom in the midst of painful bondage that the two had known it would come to this. A soft comment from April and a thank you from Angie was all it took. Now the woman laid down and let her daughter kiss her, caress her, love her, and take her in a more satisfying fashion than Frank ever could.