Perverts 'R' Us

Yes My Little Mistress - Chapter 2

By LoveEm Young ( pedo, femdom, ws, hum, blackmail )

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Could it possibly be true? Is my sweet, innocent Kelly performing oral sex on my new Mistress? Mistress Jennifer's laugh could have been taken two ways. Either she was laughing because she had made me nearly have a heart attack, or because she was dominating my sweet Kelly as well. I had to know the truth, but how could I possibly find out without confronting my 10-year-old daughter and having her wonder why I would even be having such a conversation with her best friend. I was between a major rock and a hard place and the rock was crushing me.

This evening's events were more than just a dream come true, they were a resurrection of my life. Since my wife's death four years ago, I had retreated into a shell of my former self and didn't even realize it. That is, until Mistress's piss started running down my throat. It was as if that foul-tasting yellow liquid came directly from the fountain of youth.

The thoughts are spinning in my head. Is Kelly, at this very moment, licking the sweet, nearly hairless cunny of my new Mistress? Is Mistress Jennifer speaking to her in the same degrading, humiliating terms that she spoke to me not an hour ago? Should I tiptoe up and try to sneak a peak into Kelly's room to see what, if anything, is going on? And finally, what would I do if both those things were happening?

Being an engineer, I'm not a very demonstrative person and I've noticed of late that Kelly has become very demanding in her tone when she speaks to me. Not only that, but I've fallen into a pattern of not just allowing her to do this, but almost encouraging it with my silence.

A thought just struck me. What if Kelly's behavior comes from Mistress Jennifer's influence on how she deals with other people? My God, my 10-year-old daughter is dominating me and probably doesn't even realize what it's all about. Just how far down on the evolutionary ladder can I sink? I've got to get some sleep now.

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OW!! SHIT!! I was just shocked out of a dead sleep by the most excruciating pain in my balls. It feels like they have been put into a vice. It's very dark in my room, but I can pretty much assume that Mistress Jennifer has a death grip on them. "Wakey, wakey shit head. Time to get up and show your Mistress how much you love and adore her."

"Y..yes, my Little Mistress, how can your worthless slave serve you?" Thank God, she has loosened her grip.

"I was having trouble sleeping and couldn't decide which of you douche bags I wanted between my legs."

"Please don't talk about Kelly like that OW OW OW."

"Shut the fuck up you pile of shit. I'll talk about and to either of you in any manner I choose, and you will do nothing or say nothing about it! Do I make myself perfectly clear, or would you prefer I keep twisting until they fall off?"

"I'm so very sorry for presuming to tell you what to do, my Mistress. I'm so protective of my angel and sometimes allow my mouth to overload my ass. Please forgive your worthless slave, Mistress."

"Just shut the fuck up and crawl down between my legs and earn your keep. Oh, and you'd better do a good job if you wish to keep our little secret from precious Kelly." If Mistress only knew how the thought of crawling between her legs and spending the rest of my life there excited me, she would probably rip my balls off for sure…and truth be told, I'm not so sure it wouldn't be worth it.

At 12, I guess girls aren't really into preliminaries, because when I tried to kiss my way down Mistress grabbed my hair and jerked my face into her crotch very unceremoniously. As I ran my tongue up and down the full length of her tiny slit, she joked, "That's almost like Frenching your own daughter, you know. There's enough of her spit down there to fill a cup." Mistresses haunting laugh was still ringing in my ears when she reached her first orgasm and I thought she was going to snap my head off with her powerful, athletic thighs. At that next moment, her taste changed dramatically and I knew that she decided to just relieve her bladder right there on my bed rather than going into the bathroom. So I slurped and swallowed as fast as my throat would open and close, but I'm afraid I'll be washing sheets in the morning.

"OK shit for brains, I'm done" Mistress shouted as she slapped the side of my head so hard that my ears rang. Jennifer then rolled over onto her stomach and demanded that I give her a nice, long, full-body massage to help her get back to sleep. I could only pray that she wouldn't fall asleep here, because I'm not sure which would be worse, to suffer the consequences of waking her or to have Kelly walk in the next morning and find her naked best friend in her dad's bed.

At any rate, I had one job to concentrate on at the moment and that was to please my Mistress at all costs, and her pleasure, at the moment, revolved around my nimble fingers. I could only hope I do a good job so that I don't anger her again…I'm not sure how much more my balls could take tonight.

One thing I was quickly discovering was that young girls are naturally very sadistic - must have something to do with their feelings, at that age, that they are invincible. They must think that everyone is and that no amount of pain is too much. Either that or they just enjoy hurting things. I remember my own experiences at that age with torturing cats.

As I rubbed and kneaded Mistress' muscles, I couldn't help but get an enormous erection. (Well, enormous for me, anyway) Mistress put it in perspective when she saw it and commented how it wasn't much bigger than her six-year-old brother's - as she laughed, of course. Jennifer really knows how to push my buttons and make me feel like the lowest form of life, not that I need much help in that regard. If I wasn't the lowest, I wouldn't be groveling and kissing and sucking on a 12-year-old little girl.

"That's enough, Stevie" Mistress said, again with the diminutive nightmare name.

"Yes my Little Mistress." As Jennifer headed off to bed…after patting me on the head like a lost puppy, she told me to be ready to "spend a hell of a lot of money" on her at the mall tomorrow. I have no idea how I'm going to explain to Kelly my buying her friend a bunch of clothes and stuff. Maybe if I just tell her that I'm falling madly in love with Jennifer and just want her to be happy. That would, no doubt, go over like a fart in church, but I'm not sure how long we can keep this from her with all that's going on right under her nose…so to speak. If she is sucking pussy, as Mistress insists, then it may be a moot point. She may be more jealous than angry when she finds out. Only time will tell…and Jennifer, of course.

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