MILF’s submissive lesbian past comes back to haunt her

“Pantyhose Tales”: Blackmailed MILF

It was a normal Thursday when Rebecca’s life forever changed. Her only daughter had just left for school, her husband Jake was gone for the week to Los Angeles on business like he often was and she had another hour to kill before her yoga class.

It was a typical morning: Rebecca had breakfast, read the newspaper, cleaned up a bit and checked her e-mails. She had half a dozen new messages, most about next Friday’s school dance (as PTA chairperson she was in charge of organizing the refreshments). But the last e-mail was strange. It was from a strange name: MissA. Normally Rebecca would have deleted it without reading it as she figured it was spam or some other silliness but the subject line startled her: Becky a memory from your past!

Rebecca stared at the subject line a long time. Becky was her real name long, long ago when she was a different person. But once she left high school and her home town behind, she had created a new persona and changed her name to the more sophisticated Rebecca. She had cleverly and systematically erased any evidence of her past as she closed the door on the sinful past of her youth.

Curiosity and nervous trepidation got the better of her and she clicked on the e-mail. Suddenly, with the click of a button, she was taken back twenty years to a memory she had long erased from existence.

All the e-mail contained was a picture of her, eighteen years of age, looking cute in an old cheerleader’s outfit from a photo shoot years ago. Memories flooded back to her as she remembered her past and the submissive sins she had committed.

Staring at the image of herself twenty years ago, back when she was a brunette, brought back so many memories of a past she had locked away in her mind and thrown away the key.

One sentence below the picture sent chills up Rebecca’s back and fear in her heart.

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE…BECKY!!!

The sentence was ominous and seemingly threatening in its bold capitalization.

Who would send this to her? How did they get it or know who she was? What did they want? These and many other thoughts ricocheted in Rebecca’s head as she tried to fathom the cryptic message in just six bolded words.

Rebecca stared at herself. She had tried so hard to avoid the past and now with one simple picture her whole house of cards could come crumbling down.

Suddenly angry, Rebecca responded back:

Who are you? What do you want?

Rebecca stared at the computer waiting for a response before realizing she had to get going. As she drove, she kept checking her e-mail, but no response came.

Thankfully, yoga always relaxed and brought the mother of two, a feeling of serenity. In this tranquil state, Rebecca realized she was over reacting. The photo was not inappropriate and if her husband found out about her past, twenty years of marriage should supersede a naughty teenage past.

After a great workout, the relaxed mother was just heading out of the building when she saw Alexis, one of her daughter’s cheerleader friends stretching.

Alexis smiled, “Hi, Mrs. Walsh.”

Rebecca had always thought Alexis was a bad influence on her daughter ever since she convinced Lacie to get a tattoo last summer while on a road trip. Alexis was very aggressive and seemed to be able to easily manipulate Lacie who was rather reserved otherwise. On the other hand, Alexis had befriended her when they first moved to the suburbs and was the one that got Lacie involved in cheer leading which had really opened up a new side of Lacie. As a parent it is hard to let go, but Rebecca knew from her own teenage years of rebellion that if a parent didn’t give their child enough freedom they could make some very bad choices…like she had.

“What are you doing here?” Rebecca asked.

“Gymnastics for physical education,” Alexis answered, before adding, “our gym isn’t big enough for two classes at once.”

“Really?” the PTA chair asked, surprised she did not know this.

“Yep, this is way better than our gorilla sweatshop,” Alexis shrugged stretching once again, attempting to allow her perky breasts to be noticed by the MILF mom she was trying to seduce.

Rebecca noticed Alexis’s erect nipples through the thin fabric and secretly sighed at the young girl’s lack of propriety. As she learned long ago, you are judged by the way you dress. “I will have to look into that,” she said, wondering how this had never been mentioned during her numerous meetings with Principal Jones.

Alexis complimented, “How do you stay in such good shape, Mrs. Walsh?”

Rebecca shrugged, enjoying the compliment, “Yoga, aerobics, and eating healthy.”

Alexis continued the sugary flattery, “I hope I look as good as you when I am your age.”

“I am sure you will,” Rebecca complimented back, just as she turned and was greeted by her daughter.

“Hi, mom,” Lacie greeted her mom with a big hug.

“Oh, hi dear,” Rebecca said, surprised to see her daughter and just as surprised by the skimpy outfit she was wearing.

“Coming or going?” Lacie asked.

“Just leaving,” Rebecca replied, giving her daughter the unspoken look that implied she wasn’t approving of her daughters’ attire.

“Ok, well we are about to start class and I haven’t stretched yet,” Lacie said, ignoring her mom’s disapproving look and going over to join Alexis.

The mother refrained from saying anything even though she had a very powerful ‘young lady’ speech in mind that she would give once her daughter got home. She also noticed just as she was leaving that Alexis seemed to be scolding Lacie. Her daughter just kept nodding as if in complete agreement to whatever Alexis was saying.

During the drive home, Rebecca tried to figure out what Alexis and Lacie could have been talking about and decided she would add that to her discussion with her daughter later that night.

Once home, Rebecca took a long hot shower before she finally decided to check her e-mail again. She felt a nervous chill when another e-mail from MissA was sitting in her inbox and again with an attachment, the subject line this time: Just getting started PET Becky.

Before even clicking on the message, a sudden sickness hit Rebecca’s gut as she assumed it was another picture of her past as well the word ‘PET’ brought back a flood of memories from her teenage past. Scared to see what the click of a button would reveal, she went to the kitchen first and poured herself a glass of wine. She didn’t usually drink in the early afternoon, but a glass of wine always calmed her nerves and her nerves were a wreck.

The nervous mother returned to her computer, after downing half her wine, she clicked on the e-mail and was again staring at another picture of herself in the same cheerleader’s outfit but slightly more provocative.

Rebecca’s face went red as she remembered the photo shoot and how seemingly innocently her life changed.

It started as they took pictures for the city cheerleader’s calendar to raise money for charity. Two girls from each high school were chosen for the calendar. Tara, her best friend, and she were chosen from their school. Each girl would wear an outfit from a top college in the country.

She also remembered how Tara suggested for the two of them to go without panties underneath their pantyhose (Tara thought it would be a hilarious inside joke just the two of them knew). Things began to get out of hand when she and Tara got a little to touchy feely during the shoot. It all started innocently enough as they both flirted faux lesbian for the camera where there was lots of girly giggling and touching. It was the late eighties and although all the cheerleaders had fun being faux lesbians for the boys, Becky had never been with a girl or seriously considered it. She was more a fuck em’ and leave em’ kind of girl.

Rebecca’s pussy began to tingle as she continued to flash back to the aftermath of the photo shoot and how it changed the rest of her high school experience. Giving into her lust once led to a downward spiral that she couldn’t stop, like a roller coaster ride without breaks.

A phone call from her mother had Tara having to leave and that ended the photo shoot. The photographer left and Becky went quickly to the washroom to freshen up. When she returned to the locker room to grab her bag she was startled to find Jessica, her archenemy from the preppy rich school across the tracks was sitting on the bench with a smug smile on her face. Becky replicated the smile as she recalled fucking Jessica’s boyfriend last week at a party.

“Hi, Jessica,” Becky said, her tone not even remotely able to hide her disdain at seeing the stuck-up rich bitch.

“Hi, slut,” Jessica snapped back, her voice like venom.

Becky smiled back, “Still dating Jimmy?”

Jessica took out her phone and said, “Jimmy is good. He is an even better actor.”

Jessica tossed a photo to Becky and Becky was staring at a photo of herself on all fours as she got fucked from behind. Jessica clicked on a small cassette recorder and Becky also heard her voice as she begged, “That’s it fuck me harder.”

Becky’s face went white as she wondered what her arch rival planned to do with these incriminating photo and tape.

Trying to look calm, Becky quipped, “The camera really brings out my eyes.”

“And your complete sluttiness,” Jessica added.

“And that,” Becky shrugged, not letting the blonde bitch get to her.

“So I saw you and that other slut of your dive of a school dyking out during your photo shoot. I didn’t know besides being a cheap slut you were a cunt-muncher too,” she accused.

“P-p-pardon?” Becky stammered shocked by the accusation.

“Y-y-you are a lesbian,” Jessica mocked standing up, her smile suddenly deviously coy.

“I-I-I am not,” Becky protested, losing her composure.

“Really?” Jessica questioned with a laugh now standing directly in front of the suddenly rattled Becky. Her hand went under Becky’s skirt and directly to her damp pantyhose covered crotch. “Why are you so wet then?”

“I-I-um-I…” Becky struggled, her head spinning at both Jessica’s forbidden touch and her sudden conflicting desire of wanting to kiss Jessica.

Jessica said, “Touch yourself.”

“What? Here?” Becky asked, before realizing her response should have been a clear no instead of this wishy-washy response.

“No, outside in public,” Jessica sarcastically replied.

“But someone might see,” Becky countered, again not adamantly saying no like she should have.

“Look you dumb slut. Do as your fucking told or this picture will be plastered in your school, in boy’s bathrooms and at your mom’s work. Now touch yourself,” Jessica demanded, pushing Becky down onto a bench.

Startled by Jessica’s domineering tone, and suddenly believing the blackmail threat, Becky moved to her pantyhose covered crotch cursing Tara for the no panties dare.

“Good girl,” Jessica purred sarcastically, her authoritative tone gone as quick as it had come.

Becky’s face was blood red as she trembled at her own touch and at the chill that went up her spine at being called a good girl. The simple words were condescending on purpose, but having never heard those words from her alcoholic mother or overbearing step-father they brought a warmth and feeling of belonging that she had longed for her whole life.

Jessica pulled a camera out of her gym bag and ordered Becky to move her hand away. Jessica snapped, “Don’t you dare disobey me, slave.”

“I am not your slave,” Becky retorted, the situation getting ridiculous.

“Fuck you are stupid. Do as you are told or I mail the picture to every porno magazine and your mother and whoever else I find prudent,” Jessica snapped.

“Are you trying to blackmail me?” Becky asked.

“The light bulb flickers,” Jessica quipped. “Now get back to masturbating and think about all the things I have planned for you.”

“Please, let’s talk about this,” Becky replied trying to bargain with the devious bitch.

“Just fucking do as you are told. I don’t have all day,” Jessica ordered, as she snapped picture after picture of Becky.

Defeated, Becky returned her hand to her pussy touching herself through her pantyhose.

“Wow, only sluts go without panties,” Jessica criticized as she began taking off her skirt.

Becky watched her enemy undress and felt an undeniable gush in her pussy as she rubbed herself slowly over her pantyhose.

“You have had fantasizes about this before, haven’t you?” Jessica asked smugly.

Becky hadn’t truthfully as she said, “Not even in my worst nightmare.”

“Notice how a real woman with class wears panties underneath her uniform so her cunt isn’t exposed,” Jessica smirked as her skirt fell to the floor revealing a purple thong.

“I am not sure that dental floss you call underwear is much better,” Becky retorted.

Jessica grabbed her camera again and said, “I am not the one masturbating in a locker-room.”

“You are maaaaking me,” Becky argued, letting out a moan.

“I aaaaaaaaam,” Jessica mocked with a laughed.

“Fuck you,” Becky snarled.

“I am not going to be done with you until you come like the dirty little whore you are,” Jessica said, as she sat down beside Becky and began to untie her shoes.

Becky closed her eyes, distracted suddenly by Jessica’s intoxicating perfume.

“Are you thinking about eating my cunt as you pleasure yourself?” Jessica asked, her breath near my ear.

“What? God, no!” Becky protested.

“I think you are. I think you want to eat my cunt,” Jessica continued.

Becky had never considered eating pussy, yet suddenly it was the only thought in her head.

Silence lingered briefly as Jessica took off her shoes and moved away from Becky. Becky opened her eyes a moment later to see that Jessica had moved to the corner and sat down on the floor.

Jessica smiled and asked, “Are you looking forward to crawling over to me and licking my cunt, lezzie?”

“Never,” Becky replied, although nowhere near as defiant as it should have been.

“Oh, never say never, my pet,” Jessica smirked.

“I am not your peeeet,” Becky snapped, unable to hold in a moan as her orgasm began to build.

“You are obeying me like a good puppy, which makes you my pet,” Jessica explained.

“That is ridiculous,” Becky said, annoyed by Jessica’s pretentious attitude, yet unable to do anything about it, the picture her enemy’s ace in the hole.

Jessica opened her legs more and ordered, “I want you to come on the count of ten or you eat my cunt.”

Becky’s eyes went big, but instead of protesting, began rubbing herself frantically.

“Nine, you are mine,” Jessica said.

“Eight, my pet,” Jessica added.

“Seven, my plaything,” Jessica continued the countdown as Becky closed her eyes her orgasm building quickly.

“Open your eyes slave, I want you looking at me when you come” Jessica snapped, standing up.

Becky opened her eyes startled by Jessica’s firm authoritative tone.

“Six, five, my obedient little girl,” Jessica smiled at Becky’s quick obedience.

Becky could feel her orgasm on the brim and wasn’t sure she could hold out until Jessica finally reached one.

“Four, my cunt licker,” Jessica continued as she pulled down her pantyhose.

Becky’s breathing got heavier as her orgasm was imminent.

“Don’t you come without my permission my pet, I own that cunt of yours now,” Jessica ordered as she finished pulling her pantyhose off her right foot.

“I can’t hold it any longeeeeeeer,” Becky screamed, as she closed her eyes and came the most powerful orgasm of her young life, cascading through her like a dam broke after years of being held in check.

“You fucking slut,” Jessica yelled, “I didn’t give you permission to come yet.”

“Soooooooorry,” Becky apologized as she continued to feel surge after surge of pleasure tingle through every inch of her body.

“Oh you will be,” Jessica threatened as she took off her thong her plan to make this bitch pay for fucking her boyfriend.

Becky was scared by Jessica’s foreboding tone and opened her eyes to see that her arch enemy was naked from the waist down.

“Like?” Jessica smiled.

“Like what?” Becky asked, her tone implying impatience.

“The pussy you are about to please,” Jessica said rather matter-of-factly.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Becky said, her breathing slowly recovering.

“I allowed you an orgasm, it is time to return the favor,” Jessica said, before adding, “Plus, as I have said already, I own you.”

“Bullshit,” Becky called.

“On your knees, slut,” Jessica ordered.

“I will not….” Becky began but was cut off.

“Now!” Jessica roared.

Becky quickly obeyed, the aggressive tone similar to her evil stepfather’s.

“That is better,” Jessica said. “Now be a good puppy and crawl to your Mistress.”Becky cringed at the condescending tone and words, especially the word ‘Mistress’, yet obeyed the command. Reaching Jessica’s feet, she looked up to the shaved pussy and instantly wished hers was shaved. She had never even considered shaving herself completely until that moment.

“Go ahead my pet. Lick your Mistress’s pussy. Get used to it slut, you will be doing this a lot,” Jessica smiled down at her defeated nemesis.

Becky should have fought the order, yet the slight scent of Jessica’s pussy pulled her in and she felt her body moving on its own towards Jessica’s pussy. Reaching Jessica’s pussy, she hesitated briefly before extending her tongue and licking. Becky was stunned by how sweet the taste was. Sure she had tasted herself, but licking directly from the source was an experience unlike any other Becky ever had.

“That’s it, my pet, you will be a good pet, won’t you?” Jessica moaned, softly.

Becky hadn’t even thought of a response when she heard herself say, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Jessica asked, putting her hands through Becky’s hair.

Becky was instantly addicted to the delicious taste of pussy, answered robotically, “Yes, Mistress, I will be a good pet.”

“Goood, girl,” Jessica purred, Becky’s tongue beginning to get her off as she plotted her next naughty blackmail of the submissive slut.

Becky sensing she was pleasing Jessica began to lick faster and knowing what got her off, she began flicking Jessica’s swollen clit with her tongue.

A minute or two later, Jessica grabbed Becky’s head and pulled her deep between her legs and began using the slut’s face to get off. Jessica’s breathing increased quickly and soon she screamed, “Take my cunt juice my sluuuuuut.”

Becky opened her mouth hungry to taste the full explosion after all the tantalizing appetizers she had been licking the past few minutes. The cum flowed freely like champagne out of Jessica’s pussy and into the first time pussy pleasing Becky’s mouth. She couldn’t believe how amazing the taste was and knew instantly that she was no longer straight, but bi.

Jessica eventually let Becky go and looking down at her pet’s shiny face said, “Don’t move.”

Becky obeyed and a moment later Jessica returned with her camera and snapped a picture. “This one is for my personal collection of the day I turned my pet.”

“Please don’t tell anyone,” Becky pleaded, no longer embarrassed by what she had done, but just not wanting anyone else to know.

“Obey unconditionally my pet,” Becky smiled, as she reached for her thong, “and this will be our fun little secret.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Becky obediently agreed, happy that the humiliating secret may stay just between the two of them and excited by the thought that she would be able to taste Jessica again.

Rebecca came hard as the memory of her first time came flooding back, both figuratively and literally, as her cum leaked out of her excessively. Opening her eyes and realizing where she was she shook her head at how real the memory just felt. Memories of her submissive lesbian exploits her last semester of high school, she shook her head and cursed at her weakness. She had locked away that dirty little secret, that brief glimpse of time where she was a lesbian pet to Jessica and Mrs. Heart.

Rebecca quickly responded to the e-mail:

Please leave me alone!

Rebecca shut down her computer and went to her bedroom to take a nap, exhausted by the stress of the day and the intense orgasm she had just given herself.

…..

Lacie texted saying she wouldn’t be home until late as she was studying with Alexis for some chemistry test, although Rebecca wanted to say no, she couldn’t come up with a reasonable reason for such a reaction and instead texted her to be home by ten.

Usually, Rebecca enjoyed the alone time. Yet, tonight her nerves were on edge, she worried about what else this unknown person may have on her and what they may have in mind. She was quite well off financially her husband a VP of a fortune 500 company, so the most obvious reason was an attempt at blackmail. Rebecca considered how much she could pay to end this if it went that way without her husband Jack noticing.

Rebecca’s anxiety getting the best of her, she logged onto her computer. As she dreaded, there were three emails from the stranger and each with an attachment.

Rebecca again went and poured herself a glass of wine and brought the bottle with her as she just sensed the reality that this was going to get complicated.

Sitting back down, she scanned the three e-mail titles:

Do you remember this day?

Aren’t you adorable?

You are quite the agreeable model it seems.

Rebecca’s hand was trembling as she clicked on the first e-mail titled: Do you remember this day?

A flood of memories came back as Rebecca remembered Jessica showing up at her ballet practice and demanding she go back to her place.

Rebecca remembered standing tall and saying she was not playing her little games but Jessica threatened to show the picture once again.

Twenty minutes later Rebecca was at Jessica’s house, a mansion really, and Jessica demanded Rebecca pose for her again.

Rebecca didn’t know how many photos were taken but she remembered being forced to pose with smiles like she was enjoying myself. She also remembered that the more she was made to pose slutty, the more names she was called, the more turned on she got. She also remembered hoping she could taste Jessica again, even though she knew that would only give the blonde bitch more power over her.

Rebecca finished her glass of wine and poured another as she clicked out of the first wordless e-mail and clicked onto the second which was more revealing than the first.

Looking at the picture Rebecca realized there was no way to prove that in that photo she was being blackmailed at that moment. Her smile implied otherwise.

Rebecca also remembered that at this moment Jessica was teasing her by taking off her skirt and shirt and asking questions like:

“You want to play with my tits don’t you, my little lez girl?”

“You’re dying to drop to your knees and crawl between my legs aren’t you my little cunt-licker?”

“Go ahead, tell me what you want, the hunger in your eyes is impossible to ignore.”

Becky refused to answer any of the questions, knowing it would only make her look weak. She may be obeying because she was being blackmailed, but she couldn’t let her rival think she actually enjoying the humiliation even though the slight dampness in her pussy was hard to deny.

Jessica’s breasts barely concealed in her bra and legs looking so luscious in her pantyhose had Becky not thinking straight as she could literally imagine herself on her knees between Jessica’s legs tasting her sweetness.

Jessica noticed Becky’s weakness, it was a gift of hers to know when a girl was submissive, when they could be manipulated and her arch enemy was the perfect prototype…the perfect submissive.

“Show me your cunt, my slut,” Jessica demanded, her camera in hand. “If it is wet I know you are a hungry little cunt licking lez.”

Becky could feel a tingling down below from the name calling, against her own will her cunt was getting wetter, which only frustrated her more. Yet, instead of protesting, she felt herself beginning to obey the command.

“Good girl,” Jessica purred, “you are going to be a very good little pet, aren’t you Becky?”

The word ‘pet’ which should have been humiliating only made Becky hornier as she felt the need to obey Jessica. She agreed, saying the words she never thought would escape her mouth, “Yes, I will be a good pet.”

“A good little cunt-licker?” Jessica pushed.

Becky nodded, repeating the words of submission, “Yes, I will be a good cunt-licker.”

Rebecca stood up quickly, the memories of her fall into submission so powerful, so real as if it happened just yesterday.

Rebecca paced back and forth unable to deal with the memories or the undeniable burning in her cunt…a burn she hadn’t felt in years. Oh sure Jack was a good lover, a tender person and an amazing provider, yet he had never been able to totally satisfy her sexually in bed. He had no clue because Rebecca had long ago perfected the fake throes of passion, followed by the fake orgasm. One he was asleep, usually within five minutes, she would finish herself off imagining him rougher, stronger and more dominant, refusing to allow her body and mind to transgress into the submissive lesbian slut she was in her senior year.

She downed the rest of her wine and took a deep breath as she clicked onto the last of the e-mails. She wasn’t surprised to see it was one of the naughty ones and tears began to stream down her face as the rest of that second submission flashed back in her head.

“Pose sexy for me, like you are seducing me cunt-tease,” Jessica ordered, taking off her bra releasing her firm breasts.

Staring at Jessica’s breasts, Becky’s hunger to submit and please suddenly overwhelming every last inch of her moral fibre she slid her pantyhose down and parted her legs enough to give a teasingly appetizing glimpse at her perfectly shaved pussy, which she had shaven to imitate Jessica. She wasn’t sure she could pull off sexy, but she tried to be natural as she posed trying to give a look of hunger that she was currently feeling. She wanted to suck on Jessica’ tits, she wanted to taste her pussy again, she wanted to be her pet…no matter how ridiculous, how humiliating or how degrading it was. She needed to please Jessica and no matter how much she tried to deny her feelings the reality was she couldn’t resist neither the temptation nor the hypnotic power Jessica seemed to have over her.

“Do you want to please me, Becky?” Jessica asked.

“Yes,” Becky replied, watching Jessica slide her hand underneath her pantyhose.

“How badly?” Jessica questioned.

“Desperately,” Becky answered, unable to tear her gaze away from Jessica’s body.

Sitting down, Jessica ordered, “Crawl to your Mistress.”

Becky’s eyes went big, ‘Mistress’ a reminder of Jessica’s power over her, a power that Becky was seemingly unable and slowly becoming unwilling to break. It seemed to bring a brief moment of clarity of her situation as she paused trying to deal with the continual downfall into sexual servitude she seemed to be in.

Jessica’s voice got firmer, “Now slut, my mother will be home soon and I want my cunt slave to get me off before then…unless you want spectators.”

Becky defeated, hungry and scared, got off the couch and crawled to Jessica.

Again Jessica rewarded her pet with praise, “Good girl, Mistress is very happy with her little pet.”

Shame burned Becky’s face as she crawled to Jessica’s feet and yet passion burned in her pussy. The contradicting feelings had Becky in a sexual and moral daze, unfortunately her sexual hunger trumped her dignity or morals.

“Kiss my feet,” Jessica ordered.

Becky’s red cheeks burned as she lowered her head and obeyed the absurd request.

“Suck my toes,” Jessica demanded.

Again, Becky obeyed, the taste of the stockings a mixture of silk and sweat which was surprisingly degrading tasty.

Once Becky had sucked each toe on each foot, Jessica demanded, “Tell me, my pet, what you want?”

“To lick your pussy,” Becky admitted.

“And how do you address me, dyke?” Jessica asked.

The word ‘dyke’ was a slap in the face as Becky always thought of a dyke as a butch lesbian. Becky stammered, “I-I-I want to lick your pussy, Mistress.”

“Too bad,” Jessica said, slipping into her shoes and suddenly standing up. Becky watched confused as she then grabbed her sweater and put it back on as she explained, her tone dripping with disappointment, “Only good obedient sluts get to please me.”

Becky begged, desperate to eat her archenemies pussy, “Please Mistress, I will do better.”

Jessica stopped, bent her ass toward the eager sub, and said, “Come lick my ass, slave. Prove your worthiness to me.”

The word ‘slave’ another power word and yet another one that somehow had Becky’s cunt leaking as she crawled over without a word to Jessica’s pantyhose covered ass.

“Next time I will have you thoroughly clean my asshole, but today we don’t have time. Lick my pantyhose covered ass, shove your tongue between my ass cheeks, my lesbian slave.”

The task was even more absurd than the rest and yet Becky felt her body moving instinctively to obey her blonde archenemies’ ass. She licked the silky fabric and as she made her way between the nylon-clad ass cheeks, she wished she could tugged the pantyhose down and bury her face between Jessica’s beautiful white ass cheeks.

“That’s it, puppy, you are such a good pet,” Jessica purred, adding to the humiliation layer upon layer.

Suddenly a door opened and Jessica quickly stood up and ordered, “Get dressed slut, unless you want my mother to see you as the whore you are.”

Becky quickly dressed and had been fully clothed for less than thirty seconds when Jessica’s mom, a MILF twin of her daughter, walked in.

Rebecca was furiously rubbing her clit as she remembered this and so many other times she was used by Jessica. She was close to coming when the doorbell rang. The bell ringing brought her crashing back to the present. She pulled her hands away from her feverous cunt, closed her laptop rubbed her sticky fingers on her skirt, and went to the door.

It was elementary students collecting for MS. Rebecca quickly found her purse, wrote a cheque for a 100 dollars and once the two children were gone she collapsed against the door…her world falling apart.

…..

When Lacie did come home, her hair a bit of a mess, Rebecca couldn’t get the nerve or energy to talk to Lacie about her outfit. Instead she decided she would just try to keep better track of what Lacie was up to. She trusted her daughter unequivocally, but knew from experience that sometimes people did things out of character…like she had all those years ago.

Yet, as Lacie leaned in to kiss her mom on the lips, like she always did when she arrived home, Rebecca was positive the scent on her daughter’s lips was pussy.

Rebecca gasped.

Lacie looked at her mom, with her usual innocent sweet look, and asked, “What’s the matter Mom?”

“N-n-nothing,” Rebecca stammered, as she tried to rationalize that what she smelt was wrong, that her daughter wasn’t a lesbian, that she wasn’t having sex with Alexis…that she wasn’t falling down exactly the same path as she had when she was eighteen.

“Well, ok, I got to finish my homework and give Danny a call,” Lacie said, a bit embarrassed and yet excited at obeying Alexis’s order to kiss her Mom with Alexis’s pussy juice on her lips. As she headed to her room, her body tingled in a way it had never before.

Lacie and Alexis had been playing together for a while now, a relationship that had slowly evolved into something completely different from how it had started, but Lacie liked it…even if she didn’t really completely understand the full breadth of the relationship that was evolving. Alexis was convinced her Mom was a lesbian and although Lacie couldn’t fathom such a silly notion, she thought it would be fun to prove the usually right Alexis wrong.

Once Lacie was gone, Rebecca licked her lips wanting another taste to make sure she was right. And although she couldn’t be a 100 percent positive, she was pretty damn sure that it was pussy juice. Rebecca spent the next hour before bed desperately trying to come up with the nerve to talk openly with her daughter about her suspicions about her relationship with Alexis, but couldn’t. What would she say? ‘Um, honey, are you a submissive pet to Alexis?’, or ‘Honey, I don’t want you to go down the same sexual destructive past I did?’ or ‘Honey, Mommy used to be a submissive lesbian who was used by her archenemy, other cheerleaders and a teacher.’ She sighed as she realized her past may have finally caught up to her after all these years.

…..

Avoiding her emails the rest of the night, Rebecca unfortunately tossed and turned as she replayed her many encounters with Jessica in her head. No matter how much she tried to shut off the memories of her past and fall asleep, her body remained wide-awake. Finally figuring it was easier just give in to her body and let go, she remembered the next time Jessica had humiliated her pushing her deeper into the utter control of her beautiful and impossible to resist archenemy.

Jessica called and demanded, “I expect you at Miller Park tomorrow at 8am in your cheerleader’s outfit. Don’t be late.”

Before Becky had a chance to respond, Jessica hung up and she was left with another ominous future moment.

The next day, Becky arrived as instructed on her bike as she couldn’t get the car. The ride while in a cheerleader’s outfit was an adventure in itself but nothing compared to what was to come once she arrived at the park.

Jessica showed up late and once she was out of her brand new 1988 Porsche she smirked, “Nice wheels.”

Becky snapped back, “Not all of us have rich mom’s and dad’s.”

“Well at least I have a mom and a dad,” she retorted, stressing the word dad.

Becky moved towards the rich blonde bitch and snapped, “Don’t you ever talk about my family again, is that clear?”

Jessica actually backed off briefly as she said, “Sorry, I didn’t know you would be so touchy about it. Anyways, are you ready to get back in my good graces?”

“How?” Becky asked, not remotely horny but only annoyed by the bitch. She couldn’t believe she had been allowed to be bullied by the big-titted blonde Barbie.

“Another photo session,” Jessica said. “I am hoping to make a very special calendar for my boyfriend.”

“The one I fucked?” Becky shot back, enjoying the brief moment where she could win.

“Yes, the one that put you in the position you are in now. Although I suppose in retrospect it was fate,” Jessica smiled, not letting Becky see any hint of weakness.”Fate,” Becky scoffed.

“Yes, you clearly were in needed of a Mistress and I am in need of a new plaything,” Jessica answered, her smug tone so frustrating.

“I don’t need a fucking Mistress,” Becky snapped back.

“Really?” Jessica asked. “If I recall you begged to please me last time we met.”

“Because you were blackmailing me,” Becky reasoned.

“Nice try,” Jessica smiled. “Oh sure, I did blackmail you and will continue to do so. Stubborn girls like you might have second thoughts on occasion. Yet last time when I told you I wasn’t going to let you lick my cunt you were disappointed, it was written all over your face. Then when I demanded you lick my ass, you quickly obeyed without any hesitation. You are submissive, Becky, accept it.”

“It isn’t that black or white,” Becky replied, although she was beginning to have a tougher time deciding what shade of grey she was.

“Look the quicker we do this the less likely you will be showing your tits to strangers,” Jessica said impatiently.

“Excuse me,” Becky asked.

“On all fours and pose for me,” Jessica demanded, pulling out her camera.

“Not again,” Becky sighed back, “Don’t you have enough pictures of me?”

“Probably, but this time I want tasteful pictures, not the usual slutty ones I imagine you like to make,” Jessica said, her smile getting even smugger.

“Then get someone who actually likes you,” Becky said.

“This is getting old, you dumb slut. I am your Mistress, you’re my pet, so do as you’re fucking told. Now get on all fours like the pet slave you are,” Jessica demanded, her tone and glare implying don’t you dare fuck with me.

Scared, Becky fell onto all fours.

“Take off your shoes,” Jessica said.

“Why?” Becky asked confused.

“Just fucking do it,” Jessica snapped her tolerance non-existent.

Becky obeyed the odd order. Once done, Jessica instructed, her camera ready, “Pose, for me.”

Becky obeyed half-heartedly.

“Make it look believable. Imagine if you impress me I will let you lick my cunt,” Jessica said, lifting up her skirt slightly.

Becky felt a tingle in her pussy as she posed with her legs crossed and with a sultry smile at the camera.

“Good girl,” Jessica said, as she snapped picture after picture.

For some reason the condescending compliment was exhilarating for Becky as she began to get into the posing.

“Show your Mistress how flexible her little lesbian plaything is, suck your toes, my slut,” Jessica ordered.

Becky didn’t even hesitate as she closed her eyes and pulled her silky stocking-clad toes to her mouth. The act had her flashing back to sucking Jessica’s toes the last time they met. Her pussy tingled at the submissive task and the oddness that she was craving kissing Jessica’s stocking toes again, was craving obedience.

“Fuck, once you start obeying you are a very eager little pet,” Jessica smiled, happy with her archrivals’ submissive nature.

Jessica snapped more pictures before she finally said, “On second thought, let’s see those small titties, my pet and make it look like you are love showing your body.”

Becky got onto her knees and looked around suddenly thankful at the secluded areas that Jessica had chosen. She did a variety of poses where she slowly slid her uniform top up until her breasts were released from the thin fabric hiding them from view.

“Don’t tease, slut, show me your titties,” Jessica demanded.

Becky pulled her uniform top off over her head suddenly enjoying the risky voyeuristic order.

“Cup them for me,” Jessica demanded.

Becky obeyed.

“Are you horny, my small tittied slut?” Jessica asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, Mistress,” Becky admitted yet again falling under the charismatic sexual spell of her archenemy.

“There you go, my pet, answering like a good sub should,” Jessica smiled. “For that I am going to reward you.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Becky replied, her mouth already salivating with hope.

“Get yourself off, my slut,” Jessica demanded.

Becky’s wetness down below had her obeying yet again as she repositioned herself for easy access to her cunt.

Becky slipped her hand inside her pantyhose and began frantically rubbing her pussy.

“That’s it slave, come for me,” Jessica demanded, as more pictures were taken.

Becky was already quite horny so only a couple of minutes of self-affliction and she was near orgasm. Without even thinking about the consequences for the question she was about to ask, she moaned, “May I come, Mistress.”

Jessica smiled, “You may my pet.”

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Becky screamed, unable to hold it in as another amazing orgasm came at the verbal humiliation from her archenemy.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Rebecca screamed as she brought herself to another orgasm reminiscing about her forbidden past. Once, the orgasm finished, she cursed herself for yet again being weak and decided tomorrow she would have to find a way to confront her anonymous blackmailer, although she hadn’t really been blackmailed yet.

…..

The next morning, Rebecca was rather refreshed after having a good sleep (her orgasm letting go of a lot of stress), but as soon as she saw Lacie yesterday came flooding back to her. She waited for the kids to get off to school before going directly to the computer to check if there were any more messages. As expected, there was one. Oddly, instead of fearing what was in the e-mail marked: Skater Chick, she had a twinge of excitement. She could already feel her old submissive side bubbling underneath her, trying to break free from years of oppression.

Rebecca clicked on the e-mail and was again greeted to a blast from the past. It was her half-naked in her figure skating outfit. She remembered Jessica showing up taking a few pictures, making Becky her eat her pussy and then going on the ice with her make-up slightly messy with pussy juice.

This time there was a message as well.

My pet-to-be,

I know all about your past. I have pictures from so many naughty days of your submission. If you want these pictures kept a secret from your family and community, you will obey every order I give without hesitation.

I understand you were rather stubborn when you were first trained to be the submissive pet you really are. I do not expect any such disobedience. You are MY pet now and as long as you obey, your secret slutty past will be safe.

TASK 1:

Buy yourself a vibrating egg and wear it in your pussy. You are only allowed to come when I give you permission. Any disobedience will come with a punishment…although if I understand correctly you like being punished.

MissA

P.S.: Buy a new toy for yourself that you want me to use on you one day.

P.S.S.: Finish this task by noon.

P.S.S.S: Disobey and your past becomes your present!

She didn’t want to obey the task, but thought overall it was a rather simple thing to do and a new toy would be nice…she had none, another way to avoid the temptation of her old lustful ways.

Rebecca showered, got dressed in a business suit, she had a meeting with the mayor later about funding for a new school football field.

The MILF drove to an adult sex shop on the other side of town to purchase her toys. At the adult store, she was overwhelmed at the variety of toys now available. She remembered the strap-on Jessica used on her, the butt plug she was made to wear in class and a couple of vibrators she had for personal use, but nothing compared to what was available now. Strap-on cocks that had a part to go inside the woman doing the fucking, dildos that stick to a wall, and many other perplexing toys that Rebecca couldn’t fathom how they worked. She found a we-vibe toy that looked interesting, but couldn’t find the vibrating eggs. Nervous, she went to the saleswoman who was about her age and asked, “Do you have vibrating eggs?”

“Of course, follow me,” the polite woman said. The woman led Rebecca to the section where the eggs were on display before asking, “Do you want one with a remote control or not?”

Rebecca couldn’t believe such a thing existed. She said, “A remote control I guess.”

“Good choice,” the woman nodded and showed her three options.

Rebecca choose one, grabbed a dildo that stuck to a wall, she had always enjoyed being fucked Rockygy style and also bought the we-vibe toy. Her naughty purchases in a bag, she returned to the car and drove to city hall.

Rebecca had just parked when her phone buzzed alerting her she had a text.

The number was not familiar but that wasn’t uncommon because of the mother’s position as PTA Chairperson.

Rebecca clicked on the message and her face went white:

My pet-to-be

Put the egg in your cunt before you go to see the mayor.

Miss A

Rebecca couldn’t believe the blackmailer had her cell number. Who was she? How did she know she was going to see the mayor. Frustrated she texted back:

Who the Hell are you?

Rebecca impatiently waited for the reply text as she refused to obey the command. The response back was eerily familiar to her past:

My slut-to-be

That is one!

Do as you are told!

Miss A

Rebecca remembered that was the exact warning that Mrs. Heart used every time she disobeyed. If her teacher Mistress reached three there was a punishment.

Rebecca felt a chill go up her spine at the memory of her beautiful, dominant teacher who had blackmailed her. Her hand trembled as the scope of her blackmailer and who she was got even more mysterious and confusing. She responded trying to not upset her, but also trying to get information.

MissA

Why are you doing this to me?

Rebecca waited in her car for a response. When it came, another chill went through her body:

My disobedient-whore-to-be

That is two!

Turn it on low and put the toy in your cunt now!

Or else….

The threatening words petrified Rebecca who knew she was already walking a fine line between her past and present. Taking the toy out of her brown plastic bag, she looked around before awkwardly lifting herself up, tugging down her pantyhose to her ankles and sliding the slow buzzing toy in her pussy. The buzzing was instantly stimulating. She quickly pulled up her pantyhose and sat in the car getting used to the surprisingly quiet buzzing. She grabbed her phone wanting to make sure MissA knew she had obeyed texted:

MissA

I obeyed your command.

Realizing she was going to be late, Rebecca got out of her car and walked to the building. The egg inside her was strange, but not as awkward to walk with as she anticipated. The next half-an-hour was torture as she couldn’t stay focused with the soft teasing of the toy. The meeting was just coming to an end when the buzzing inside her sped up and Rebecca let out an uncontrollable, “Ooooooh.”

The mayor asked, “Are you ok, Mrs. Walsh?”

Rebecca stammered, standing up, “S-s-sorry, I am just not feeling that well.”

“I will get right on your request,” the mayor said, standing up as well and extending his hand.

Rebecca shook the mayor’s hand even as her body trembled with an intense pulsation. “T-t-thank you, Mayor Hamill.”

“You are welcome, Mrs. Walsh,” the mayor replied.

Rebecca left his office and walked awkwardly towards her car even as the vibrations increased again as a text arrived.

My pet-to-be

COME NOW!!!

Finally a suggestion Rebecca wanted to obey, she scurried to her car and once inside, slid her hand under her skirt and pantyhose frantically rubbing herself. She wanted to close her eyes and let the pleasure pulse through her, but she didn’t want to be caught so she kept looking for people. This extended the journey to orgasm as her anxiety of being caught and her eagerness to come crashed into each other. Finally, she bit her lip and let out a scream as her building orgasm cascaded through her. Her body quivered uncontrollably, the rush of coming and obeying bringing pulses of pleasure she had long ago quit having. Once her orgasm had traveled its course, she sat in her car and was surprised when the buzzing stopped.

Another text arrived:

Good girl,

You may take the egg out and clean it off with your mouth.

Also, thank you for the remote control it was a pleasant surprise.

And a wall dildo you really are a little slut aren’t you?

MissA

Rebecca’s eyes went wide again, she looked in her bag and saw that the remote control was gone. She quickly got out of the car and scanned the parking lot for her blackmailer who had to be close by. Of course, there was no one. Rebecca returned to her car frustrated by her weakness and the lack of control she suddenly had in her life. Tears rolled down her face as she realized she was reliving a past she had fought so hard to keep in the past.

…..

That night Jack arrived home and for a brief moment of time Rebecca was able to live in the present she had created. They went out for dinner, enjoyed each other’s company and he made love to her. Yet, the whole time he was making love to her, she wanted to beg him to pound her, to pull her hair to use her as a slut; yet, that wasn’t who Jack was, he had no idea of her past, her dirty dark past, and it needed to stay that way.

…..

Saturday morning, Rebecca avoided her e-mail worried she might receive more tasks. Unfortunately, the task came by text.

My pet,

Check your e-mail…NOW!!!

MissA

Rebecca went to her computer, nervous at what the next task was and yet a small part of her was excited by the potential task as well.

The e-mail was titled: Task2 and like all the others had an attachment with it.

Rebecca clicked on the message and saw yet another picture of her submissive past. This was another picture of her time with Mrs. Heart. This was one of the last times before she broke away from the powerful control of Jessica and Mrs. Heart as she realized the lack of control she had in her life. She remembered also how she had become accustomed to posing and got off completely on being told what to do…long ago losing any of her shame or dignity at her willingness and need to obey.

Rebecca then read the instructions:

My pet,

You accomplished task one with only a little disobedience. Good girl. I understand your insecurities and doubts, but like your past Mistresses I know what you really are, what you really need, what you really want to be…so let go of her false pride and let your new MISTRESS guide you along your journey to true self-discovery and obedience.

Task 2:

Go to the theatre and see the 1:00 showing of the animated movie Fish in the Sea. Dress in a cocktail outfit. Oh and of course, but the egg back in your cunt.

Enjoy.

P.S.: I see your hubby is home…I hope you enjoyed his cock in you, pretty soon it will be my cock in you.

Rebecca was confused by the strange task. Why a children’s movie? She had assumed she was being blackmailed by a woman and yet the P.S. implied she had been deceived by that too.

Jack was with his buddies golfing for the afternoon and thus Rebecca was free to obey the strange, yet seemingly harmless task.

Rebecca wore a gold cocktail dress, beige pantyhose and with the egg in, but turned off, she headed to the theatre. She bought her ticket and as she walked to the theatre entrance, she felt the egg buzzing in her pussy. She had been anticipating it since she arrived and was oddly happy to feel the buzz start. She instantly looked around to catch someone watching her, yet the throng of patrons was just a blur of people.

Rebecca gave the ticket clerk her ticket and went to the movie.

About half way into the movie the buzzing increased inside Rebecca’s pussy. She let out a surprised gasp as the toy teased her relentlessly. She looked around trying to find someone who may be in control of the toy. All she saw was mothers, fathers and children, none that were logical choices to be in control of the device.

Just as suddenly as the toy had sped up it slowed back down. A couple of minutes later the toy sped up again and began a half hour onslaught of teasing Rebecca. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she was tormented by the constant teasing. She tried desperately to ignore the burning down below mortified by the thought of coming in a theatre full of children.

Rebecca was about to leave when there was a vibration from her phone which she had thankfully turned on vibrate mode before the movie started. She reluctantly checked the text:

My pet,

Come now!

I am watching!!

NOW!!!

Rebecca looked around again, sensing the blackmailer must be in the theatre. Yet again there was just a sea of faces.

Another text came:

Now slut!!!

The order and name calling made Rebecca wetter, remembering when she was young and had been unable to disobey any order given by her Mistresses. Such an order made her feel eighteen again and although she knew she shouldn’t obey, she closed her legs tightly together and let the toy pleasure her.

Instantly the intense buzzing brought Rebecca increasing pleasure and her orgasm was imminent. Frustratingly, the orgasm wouldn’t cross the threshold and she cursed the long cocktail dress. Instead, she moved her legs slightly apart and back together causing a new sensation in her pussy and within seconds the orgasm bubbled over. She bit her lower lip to hold in the moan of pleasure attempting to escape as her body tingled all over the mixture of obedience and humiliation making the orgasm more intense.

The rest of movie the toy inside her buzzed on low teasing her as she tried to watch the movie assuming there was a purpose to such a strange task. The movie ended and the egg shut off. She exited the theatre and was heading out when she bumped into Alexis and Lacie. Her face instantly went red as she realized she had no explanation to why she was at a theatre in a cocktail dress.”Mom?” Lacie asked, surprised.

“Hi, girls,” Rebecca said, trying to act casual.

“Hi, Mrs. Walsh,” Alexis greeted.

“What are you doing here?” Lacie asked.

“Just thought I would go out and see a flick,” Rebecca answered.

Alexis said sarcastically, “Well, you are sure dressed for it.”

Rebecca laughed and lied, “I am supposed to meet some friends for a late brunch.”

“What movie did you see?” Alexis asked.

Rebecca’s face went red as she tried to come up with a quick lie. “Um-I-well, Fish in the Sea.”

“The cartoon?” Lacie asked.

Rebecca shrugged and lied again, “Yeah, it was the only one not sold out. Well, I need to get going.”

“Ok, love you,” Lacie said, even though the look on her face showed complete confusion.

“Love you too, sweetheart,” Rebecca said, starting to leave.

“It was good to see you, Mrs. Walsh,” Alexis called out. Rebecca gave a quick wave even as she pondered Alexis’s smug tone.

As Rebecca drove home, she briefly pondered that maybe Alexis was the blackmailer. Her name matched the MissA codename and her smug smile implied she knew more than she was letting on. It would have even made more sense before the cock implication in the last e-mail. The conflicting clues just added to Rebecca’s confusion as she tried to come to grips with her predicament and the growing reality that she felt herself slipping back into the woman she used to be.

…..

Sunday Rebecca was left alone: no e-mails and no texts, just a nice relaxing day with her husband and daughter before he flew out Monday morning again. Even though she was left alone, Rebecca was on edge as she kept expecting to be forced to do something.

That night in bed, after John had come inside her, she felt a rush of disappointment at being ignored by her blackmailer…again falling deeper into the persona she fought so hard to break free from all those years ago.

…..

Monday morning, after the kids and Jack were gone, Rebecca checked her e-mail and saw a new e-mail from MissA with the title: Task3. A rush of excitement pulsed through the mom as she clicked on the e-mail.

Rebecca saw the picture of the time that had started the domino effect of her fall to unconditional submission and suddenly was eighteen again.

Jessica had shown up at Becky’s school after cheerleading practice as she was getting undressed and said, “Miss my cunt, slut?”

The blunt opening words surprised Becky and she reacted coldly, even as her pussy already tingled at what may come next, “Like I miss gonorrhea.”

Jessica laughed, “I imagine you have had that already being the little cock-slut you used to be.”

“Fuck off,” Becky snapped, so sick of the bitch’s entitled attitude and equally frustrated at how obeying her archenemy somehow made her horny.

“You really are a slow learner. I guess I shouldn’t expect more based on your upbringing and the school you are at,” Jessica said, her smug smile plastered on her face.

“Just leave,” Becky sighed, knowing she couldn’t win the battle because of Jessica’s photo evidence.

“Time for some discipline,” Jessica said, “Until you understand who is boss. Let’s be honest in five minutes you are going to be begging to suck on my toes, lick my ass, suck on my big-girl tits, eat my pussy, so stop pretending you are anything more than my submissive plaything.”

Hearing all the things she had already done with Jessica had Becky’s pussy burning, her head spinning and her mouth drooling. She wanted to pretend it wasn’t true, wanted to be strong and proud and stand up to the rich uppity bitch and yet she was speechless.

“That’s better, only speaking when spoken to,” Jessica smiled. “Maybe you aren’t as slow on the uptake as I thought.”

Again Becky felt a mixture of anger and hunger as she was being cut down to size by the one girl in the whole city she wanted to cut down to size herself just a few weeks earlier.

“Get on the bench on all fours with your ass up, my slut. It is time for your punishment,” Jessica ordered.

Becky hesitated only a second before obeying, her pantyhose clad ass on display.

A couple of seconds later came the spank. “Whaaaaaat?” Becky screamed surprised by the sudden searing pain on her buttocks.

“When a bad girl doesn’t behave she gets spanked and you slut have been a very bad girl,” Jessica explained before crashing down on her ass with her right hand.

“Nooooooo,” Becky whined in pain.

“Ask for another,” Jessica demanded.

“Please, nooooooooo,” Becky pleaded, before the third spank was administrated.

“Wrong answer,” Jessica said.

Becky realizing she was completely at the whim of Jessica, sighed as tears formed in her eyes, “Please Mistress may I have another?”

“Of course you can,” Jessica responded spanking her pet one more time before moving her hand to her pantyhose clad, panty-less covered, crotch. “I see you have obeyed Mistress’s orders and quit wearing panties.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Becky replied, trying to be as obedient as possible in hopes Jessica would stop spanking her.

Jessica said, her fingers teasing Becky’s pussy through the pantyhose, “Your cunt is pretty wet is that because you just love seeing me or do you enjoy being spanked?”

“I love seeing you Mistress,” Becky said, not able to admit she liked being spanked and strangely realizing that she was happy to see Jessica, hoping she could once again taste the cheerleader’s pussy.

“Good,” Jessica said, “Let’s see you pose for me, my pet, show me your flexibility.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Becky agreed, thankful to be off her knees and to allow the burning sensation on her ass to fade.

Becky did a few different poses as again Jessica snapped photo after photo of Becky in somewhat compromising poses.

“Tell me Becky do you crave my cunt when I am not around?” Jessica asked.

Becky again no longer thinking properly, looked at Jessica’s crotch area completely covered by her orange shorts, and said, “It is all I think about Mistress.”

“And you are not going to disobey me anymore or give me any more sass?” Jessica questioned as she put her hand underneath her tight shorts to give something for her pet to drool over.

“No Mistress, I apologize profusely, I understand my role in our relationship,” Becky admitted, unable to take her gaze off Jessica’s hand in her shorts.

“Show me your baby tits,” Jessica demanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Becky agreed without hesitation as she repositioned herself to take off her cheerleading outfit.

She straddled the bench, feeling her wetness as her pussy almost stuck to it, and pulled her sweater over her head.

“No bra, either, you are such a slut,” Jessica smiled approvingly.

“I’m your slut,” Becky corrected, now completely drawn into the world of submission.

“Fuck, you really are a good little submissive,” Jessica smiled as she asked, “Do you want to see some big girl tits?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Becky answered.

“Pose for me first,” Jessica ordered.

“Of course, Mistress,” Becky agreed, trying to look innocent and sexy at the same time.

“Hmmmm, you really are hungry to see my big girl breasts aren’t you, my pet?” Jessica smiled as she continued taking pictures of her submissive.

“Yes, Mistress, I am dying to see your big breasts, squeeze them, kiss them, lick them and worship them like they deserved to be worshipped.

Jessica obliged her hungry little pet as she began to pull off her shirt and bra. She paused in just her bra and asked, “Are you sure you want to see what big girl tits look like?”

Becky had always been self-conscious of her smaller breasts. She answered hungrily, “Yes, very much so.”

Jessica tossed the bra to a bench and sat on her knees as she released her beautiful firm breasts.

“Do you like?” Jessica smiled posing sweetly.

“God, yes,” Becky said, unable to remotely hide her hunger for the blonde and her huge breasts.

“Prove it, slut,” Jessica said, adding, “finger yourself for me as you tell me what you are.”

Becky moved her hand to her crotch as she used derogatory terms to describe herself. “I am a cunt licking slut.”

“And?” Jessica asked.

“Your submissive plaything,” Becky continued.

“And?”

“Your slave,” Becky added, as she moved her hand underneath her pantyhose and to her fevered cunt.

“And?”

“Whatever you want me to be,” Becky moaned as she began rubbing herself no longer caring about anything else but her own pleasure and obeying her Mistress in the hopes that she would please her.

“So you will lick any cunt if I tell you to?” Jessica asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Becky moaned, not really realizing what she was agreeing too as her mind focused on the self pleasure.

Jessica was suddenly horny too and after tearing off her pantyhose and panties, she pushed Becky back onto the bench and straddled her face. Becky eagerly began licking without instruction as she was swarmed with the exotic scent of Jessica’s cunt. She licked and licked hungry for more and desperate to make her Mistress come.

A few minutes of licking Jessica and rubbing herself and both girls were close to orgasmic bliss. Jessica moaned, “Don’t come until I do cunt-licker.”

Becky slowed down her fingers or she would have came in seconds and concentrated on getting Jessica to come so she could come too.

She leaned up more, found Jessica’s swollen clit and teased it which was the final push needed as Becky was coated with an avalanche of cum from Jessica as she screamed, “Thaaaaaat’s it, sluuuuuuuuuuut.”

Becky kept licking, hungrily swallowing every drop of Jessica’s champagne until she was suddenly frozen in fright by the voice she knew too well.

“What is going on in here?” Mrs. Heart, her English teacher bellowed.

Rebecca was brought back to reality by the ringing of the phone. She shook her head at the crazy memory before going to grab the phone. Twenty minutes later, after dealing with two PTA issues, she returned to the computer to read the task she hadn’t yet read.

My pet,

Did you enjoy the movie? Did you enjoy your day off? I am guessing you missed me yesterday. I am also guessing you are excited by this morning’s email.

TASK 3:

Go to the Pier at lunch and show your legs to the sailors. Wear something provocative.

Of course, the egg should be in place and on.

Rebecca shook her head at another absurd task, but figured it would be easy to complete. She chose a sexy, edgy and yet not slutty outfit and drove to the pier as instructed. She used to love showing off her body when she was young and submissive, and the current task had her excited to showcase her body like she used to.

At the pier, Rebecca sauntered in her heels and trying to look casual she bent over a boat as if reaching for something and took her time as a few rugged men walked by.

The first whistle brought a chill to Rebecca and enhanced the wetness in her pussy.

Over the next fifteen minutes Rebecca allowed her long legs to be noticed and her tight ass to be goggled. Again out of the blue the vibrations started and Rebecca looked around as she closed her legs allowing the buzzing to tingle through her.

A text startled Rebecca:

Enjoying yourself my pet?

Come now!

MissA

Rebecca was already close to orgasm and in her now rather secluded spot she subtly got herself off rather quickly.

Once done, she headed back to her car and home, again frustrated at how easily she had obeyed a task of coming in public. Thinking clearly, she began brainstorming ways out of her situation.

…..

The next morning there was another e-mail and another task for Rebecca.

Rebecca clicked on the e-mail titled Task 4.

My good girl,

You looked good by the pier and I think you made many men quite happy.

Today, my pet, you must complete a completely different task.

TASK 4:

Go to Wellingston High and take a picture of one of the girls there you would like to pleasure. You will then text the picture to me.

You have until one o’clock.

MissA

Rebecca sighed at the silly task. The task itself was easy as her high powered camera could take a picture from quite a ways away. Everything until now was her past or something she could defend and maybe her husband would forgive her…but stalking a teenager was crossing the line.

…..

Rebecca drove to the school for lunch, parked and scanned a location that would get her the required photo.

As Rebecca walked around, she suddenly felt nervous and creepy thinking she was going to take a photo of an unsuspecting teenager. As she walked around during lunch hour, she realized this was ludicrous. She was just about to turn around and go back to her car when walking straight towards her was a long-legged, sexily dressed preppy teenager.

Rebecca slyly grabbed her phone and quickly snapped a photo of the stunning brunette who gave her a friendly smile as she passed.

When Rebecca got back to the car she looked at the photo she took. She was surprised at just how great the picture had turned out and how because of the angle of the stairs she saw some crotch shot. Rebecca’s pussy quickly dampened and she quickly drove home frustrated once again by her weakness and her obedience. Once home, she deleted the photo deciding she was no longer playing this silly game. She would come clean with Jack and pray that he would forgive her for a dirty past years before they met.

…..

Right after one o’clock, a text arrived:

Bad pet!!!

Rebecca quickly texted back:

We are done! Show the pictures I don’t care. Jack will forgive me.

A wave of relief crashed through her as soon as she sent the text.

A few minutes later another text arrived.

Check your e-mail slut! You may want to reconsider your brief moment of defiance.

Anxiety quickly came back to Rebecca as she tentatively went to her computer. Once logged in, Rebecca’s whole world crashed at the impact her past suddenly had on not only her, but her daughter. The subject line this time was: Does the outfit bring back memories?

Rebecca clicked on the e-mail and her mouth dropped open. The picture wasn’t of her this time, but her daughter.

The outfit was retro 80s from the 1988 cheerleading all-star team. Rebecca herself wasn’t chosen for the all-stars but Jessica was. This meant that somehow her blackmailer and Jessica knew each other. The mystery kept getting more confusing and now somehow Lacie was involved. Rebecca panicked at how deep Lacie may be involved.

Was Lacie being blackmailed too?

Did Lacie have any clue about my past?

Was Lacie aware I was being blackmailed?

Could Lacie actually be a willing accomplice in this twisted game that was being played?

Rebecca wondered if somehow Jessica had found her and was know seducing or blackmailing her daughter. The photo of her daughter was eerily similar to photos Jessica had Becky take of her and also the way Jessica liked to pose.

Rebecca remembered vividly Jessica in the tight club cheer outfit and how amazing she looked in it. She also remembered Jessica making her pleasure every member of the team at the hotel the night before the cheerleading competition and how that was the night Rebecca knew, she had no control at all over her choices or body. Rebecca’s head was spinning as she tried to put all the puzzle pieces together but none of them seemed to fit together.

Anger began boiling inside Rebecca; it was one thing to blackmail her, to humiliate her, but it was quite another thing to pull her daughter into this sick game the blackmailer was playing.

Rebecca reached for her phone and texted her blackmailer:

I don’t care what you do to me anymore, but leave my daughter out of this or else!!!

Rebecca looked at the rest of the e-mail.

My pet,

Before you overreact, your daughter has no idea of your past. That said, she has been my pet for a while now. I think like mother, like daughter is definitely true for you and Lacie.

Also before you overreact, you should understand I also have pictures of my sub Lacie in compromising situations too. So be a good pet and continue to obey and no more of this silly stubborn nonsense. You are a submissive, you crave a Mistress and soon you will be at my feet, between my legs and serving like you used to do so well.

TASK 5: Another pet of mine will be coming over to your house at exactly 2. She will be taking pictures of you. Do as you are told or else pictures of you and of Lacie go viral.

MissA

PS: Dress in pantyhose and something easy to take off.

Rebecca looked at the clock and realized she had less than forty minutes before she was to have a stranger at her house taking pictures of her.

A text arrived:

Do as you’re told and your daughter’s submissive slut secret will not become public knowledge.

All Rebecca’s brief bravado and confidence faded away as she knew she was trapped and also knew she had to obey.

Rebecca texted back:OK, you win. But please leave my daughter out of this.

No reply occurred, as Rebecca quivered with nervous trepidation at who would be coming to her home. She quickly changed into something easy to take off and waited. When the knock came, a curiosity at who else would be a submissive to this MissA as well as the anxiety that soon there would be real new evidence of her submissiveness, which would be much more difficult to defend.

Rebecca reached the door and opened it and gasped as she was face to face with Alexis.

Alexis smiled as she walked in and greeted, “Hello, Mrs. Walsh.”

“H-h-hi Alexis,” Rebecca stammered, stunned that she was also a submissive to the unknown blackmailer. She had briefly considered Alexis the mastermind behind the whole blackmail and the thought had came to her again today.

“Can we please get this over with? I need to get back to school for cheerleading practice and MissA wants these photos ASAP,” Alexis said, walking up the stairs and towards Rebecca’s room.

“Who is MissA?” Rebecca asked, following the teenager and praying for an answer.

“I am not at liberty to answer that,” Alexis said as she pulled out a camera from her backpack, slipped out of her shoes and sat on a chair across from the bed.

Rebecca stood unsure what to do.

Alexis instructed, “Get on the bed Mrs. Walsh.”

“Why are you doing this?” Rebecca asked, delaying the inevitable.

“Because MissA told me to,” Alexis said, her tone implying she wasn’t in the mood for chit chat. “Now please just pose for me so I can get this over with, apparently you used to love to pose for pictures.”

Alexis’ trite attitude convinced Rebecca she wasn’t MissA and she got on the bed.

“Lay on your stomach and open your legs,” Alexis instructed standing up.

Rebecca obeyed, a mixture of humiliation at obeying her daughter’s friend and an undeniable excitement at posing for the same young woman.

A snap and flash followed instantly Rebecca felt as if she was back in the 1980s, back to her eighteen year old self, the one she had tried so hard to kill off permanently when she left all those years ago.

“You have very nice legs Mrs. Walsh,” Alexis complimented.

“Thank you,” Rebecca said, flattered by the compliment and yet finding it so awkward to be posing for her daughter’s best friend.

A few more pictures were snapped before Alexis complimented the pretty mother again. “Your ass is amazing, Mrs. Walsh.”

“Thank you, Alexis,” Rebecca again replied, her pussy getting damp as she slowly became the submissive she used to be…easily manipulated by flattery, easily turned on by obedience and getting wetter and wetter with each compliment, each command.

“Grab your ankles, Mrs. Walsh and bend your legs back for me,” Alexis instructed her request so soft and easy to obey.

Rebecca obeyed the request still very limber for her age.

“Delicious,” Alexis purred, which forced a gush of wetness in Rebecca’s crotch.

“You take it up your ass, Mrs. Walsh?” the teenager asked out of the blue.

“Excuse me?” Rebecca asked shocked by the question.

“I was just curious if you like a cock in your ass, you seem like a rather missionary position type of person but MissA seems to think you are a naughty slut,” Alexis said, her softness gone.

“Please don’t speak to me like that, I am your best friend’s mother,” Rebecca said.

“Right now you are MissA’s new pet,” Alexis shrugged before adding, “Let’s see those tits Mrs. Walsh, I have been curious about them forever.

“Please, no,” Rebecca pleaded.

“This is not a negotiation Mrs. Walsh, I am just following orders and I suggest you do the same,” Alexis sighed impatiently.

Rebecca turned around, sat up and opened up her skimpy outfit to present her tits to her daughter’s best friend.

“Nice tits. They are bigger than the pics of your teen years,” Alexis pointed out.

“I got them redone and implants,” Rebecca admitted, always so ashamed of her small tits when she was younger.

“Well your plastic surgeon should be commended,” Alexis nodded in approval, before instructing “pose for me.”

Rebecca couldn’t help but laugh as she posed but covered her face.

“Really, you think now is the time for modesty,” Alexis commented. “Pose for me like you did when you were Becky the submissive lesbian.”

A chill went down Rebecca’s spine at the memories of posing so many times for Jessica and Mrs. Heart. Deciding she had no way out of her predicament she began posing like she used to and once she did she began getting into the photo shoot.

“That’s it, Mrs. Walsh, you look amazing,” Alexis complemented as she continued snapping picture after picture.

Without instruction, she discarded her skimpy outfit and began posing in more risqué poses.

“Very good, Becky,” Alexis said, trying to pull the submissive mother deeper into her past.

Rebecca heard her old name and instead of shame felt liberation at finally being able to be herself after all these years of pretending to be the perfect wife, the perfect mother, and the perfect community leader.

Alexis continued pushing the mother harder, “You like me taking pictures of you, don’t you Becky?”

“Yes,” Rebecca admitted.

“And I bet your cunt is wet isn’t it, Becky?” Alexis pushed on.

Rebecca felt the heat in her cheeks at being treated with such disrespect by a friend of her daughters, yet her damp pantyhose clad crotch was proof that she was enjoying the orders.

“Answer me,” Alexis demanded.

“Yes, dammit,” Rebecca snapped out of frustration. “My fucking cunt is soaking wet, are you happy?”

Alexis shrugged, “Happy no, entertained yes. No let’s see that wet cunt.”

Please don’t you have enough pictures?” Rebecca asked, knowing she was going to obey whatever she was told to do but trying to show a vague resemblance of control.

“Probably,” Alexis shrugged. “Take off your pantyhose, now.”

Rebecca sighed, but began pulling down her pantyhose as more flashes occurred.

Just as the pantyhose were at her ankles Alexis said, “I have to get to practice.”

Rebecca stopped her stripping and watched as Alexis put her shoes back on, put the camera in her backpack and left without a word, leaving the horny mother’s head spinning.

Rebecca waited until she heard the door slam shut before she reached to her night stand grabbed her wi-vibe toy she had yet to use and turned it on. As the vibrations began to pulse both inside and outside of her cunt she allowed her mind wander and not surprisingly it went directly to Alexis.

“You want to suck on my stocking-clad toes like you used to for your Mistress in the past, don’t you Mrs. Walsh?” Alexis asked as she opened her legs to reveal her pantyhose clad treasure.

“Yes.”

“You want to lick your daughter’s friend’s pussy, don’t you Mrs. Walsh?”

“Yes.”

“You want to suck on my tits, don’t you Mrs. Walsh?”

“God, yes,” Rebecca said, literally drooling at the thought of sucking each of the teenager’s stocking-clad toes in her mouth, licking the teenager’s ripe juicy pussy and pleasuring the teenager’s firm, voluptuous breasts.

“How about my ass, Mrs. Walsh, would you like to lick my asshole?” Alexis asked, standing up and turning around to showcase her perfect ass.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Alexis asked with a smile, looking back at her.

“Yes, I would love to lick your asshole,” Rebecca said without hesitation or shame, just an undeniable hunger.

“Crawl to me,” Alexis ordered.

Rebecca instantly got off the bed and slowly crawled to the teenage goddess.

“Good girl,” Alexis purred, just like Jessica and Mrs. Heart had all those years ago.

Rebecca reached the beautiful seductress and waited further instruction like she had been taught long ago.

Before Rebecca could submit her orgasm exploded out of her so hard the vibrating toy slid out like it was a canoe going over the edge of a waterfall.

Rebecca lay in bed drained completely as the orgasm continued to riddle her body with pleasure long forgotten until she drifted into slumber.

…..

Rebecca was awakened by her cell phone ringing. Groggily she reached for it. “Hello.”

“Mom, did I wake you?” Lacie asked.

“What no, yes, well I wasn’t feeling well so I took a nap,” Rebecca lied.

“Oh, ok, well Alexis and I are going to go hit the mall so I won’t be home for supper,” Lacie said.

“Oh, ok,” Rebecca answered, even as her face went pale as a ghost remembering her afternoon and petrified that Alexis might tell her daughter, even though MissA promised to keep it a secret if she obeyed…which she had.

“I’ll be home by nine,” Lacie said.

“Make it eight,” Rebecca countered trying to still be a motherly figure even as her world was collapsing all around her.

“8:30,” Lacie bargained.

Rebecca smiled at the usual banter between mother and daughter. “Fine, 8:30 and not a second later.”

Once she hung up, Rebecca went and had a shower to wash away her sin. It wasn’t until after supper that she received another text:

My pretty MILF pet,

Very nice pictures.

I will reward you tomorrow with some very nice pictures as well and your last task before you get to meet me face to pussy.

MissA

Rebecca’s pussy began to tingle again, but she refused to give in and instead made some phone calls that she should have been made during the day.

Rebecca wanted to talk to her daughter and somehow find out who she was submissive too, but when her daughter did get home she couldn’t find the words to even begin to start the conversation. Instead she searched her school directory for any female teachers with a last name ending in ‘A’…there were none. There was one teacher whose first name ended in ‘A’, but at sixty-two she seemed an unlikely lesbian Mistress.

Reluctantly, Rebecca went to bed with no answers, but a growing list of questions.

…..

Next morning Rebecca went directly to her computer the second her daughter closed the front door. Rebecca was curious about what MissA would send her next even though she shouldn’t be excited…she was.

As anticipated there was an e-mail waiting for Rebecca and the subject line was: A trip down memory lane.

Rebecca clicked on the e-mail and was indeed brought back to her past as she was staring at a picture of herself tearing her pantyhose as she submitted to Mrs. Heart for the first time, this being just one of many photos her teacher Mistress took that day. The memories came flooding back:

Becky was petrified the next day at school knowing her last class of the day was Mrs. Heart. She had told her the day before when she caught Jessica and her in the compromising position that she needed a day to think about what to do and would discuss it after school.

Becky was a bundle of nerves all day and double so during class where Mrs. Heart gave no remote inkling of knowing what she knew.

Once class was done, Mrs. Heart closed her door, locked it, and began, “So what are we going to do about our little predicament?”

Becky had no idea what to say, but babbled, “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Heart, it will never happen again.”

“Can you really make that promise?” Mrs. Heart asked, before adding, “It seems to me you had very little say about what was going on yesterday.”

Becky’s face went red, but she was unable to say anything.

“You are submissive, I assume,” Mrs. Heart stated, as she sat on the end of her desk and crossed her legs.

“Yes, ma’am,” Becky answered in a whisper, ashamed to be admitting such a thing to her favorite teacher.

“And you seem to get turned on from obeying orders,” Mrs. Heart said, as she dangled her heel on her foot.

Becky watched the heel like an hypnotic watch, unable to make eye contact as she again confirmed the question. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Look at me young lady when I am talking to you,” Mrs. Heart demanded, her voice suddenly authoritative.

“S-s-sorry ma’am,” Becky quickly apologized as she looked into the eyes of her teacher.

“That’s better, my pet,” Mrs. Heart said softly.

Becky’s eyes went wide at the words ‘my pet’ suddenly realizing what Mrs. Heart had in mind.

“Yes, my pet, I think I know exactly how to deal with this little need of yours,” Mrs. Heart, said.

“Y-y-you do,” Becky stammered again, stunned by the sudden shift in the intent of this conversation. She worried she may be expelled and her mom notified, but instead it seemed she was going to be blackmailed yet again.

“Let’s see that ass of yours, my dear,” Mrs. Heart ordered.

Becky complied, standing up and bending over slightly, using the desk to balance her.

“Very nice and no panties I see,” Mrs. Heart approved.

“Mistress Jessica instructed I don’t wear any panties or bra anymore,” Becky explained figuring there was no reason to hide anything anymore.

“Well those are very good, logical instructions for a pet like you,” Mrs. Heart said with a smile. After a brief pause, Mrs. Heart asked, “Have you ever been with an older woman?”

“No, ma’am,” Becky admitted, even as her pussy got wet at the thought of pleasuring her attractive teacher.

“But you would like to?” Mrs. Heart asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Very much so,” Becky quickly agreed, quickly falling into submission mode just like she had with Jessica.

“Let’s see that cunt of yours, my dear,” Mrs. Heart ordered.

“Yes, ma’am,” Becky obeyed moving her hands to pull her pantyhose down.

“No, no, no, my pet, hike up your dress, sit on your desk and tear your pantyhose at the crotch. I want my pet’s tight little cunt easy to access but I also want her legs encased in sheer pantyhose,” Mrs. Heart explained.

Becky again obeyed and was soon attempting to rip her pantyhose which was surprisingly harder than anticipated. She smirked as she pondered how easily she could get a small run in her pantyhose and yet when trying to create one it was virtually impossible.

“Here my pet, let me help you,” Mrs. Heart said, as she kicked off her heels and got off her desk. She grabbed a pair of scissors and walked over to her struggling but eager pet. “Now don’t move, my dear,” Mrs. Heart suggested as she gently cut a small hole in her pet’s sexy stockings.

“There you go, my pet, that should make it much easier,” Mrs. Heart said, before cupping her pet’s breasts through her dress.

Becky let out an accidental moan.

“You like your teacher Mistress touching your breasts?” Mrs. Heart asked, playfully.

The word ‘Mistress’ sent a gush directly to her cunt as Becky realized it was happening again.

“Yes, Mistress,” Becky answered, giving herself easily to her teacher.

“Good girl,” Mrs. Heart smiled leaning in and kissing her new pet.

Becky couldn’t believe how intimate the kiss was, so much softer than any boy she had made out with and realizing that during all her submissive encounters with Jessica she had not once been kissed by her.

Breaking the kiss, Mrs. Heart said, “Now my pet let’s finish what you started.”

Becky put her fingers in the holes made by her teacher Mistress and pulled, the fabric ripping much easier now.

“Hmmmm, you shave your cunt I see,” Mrs. Heart smiled approvingly.

“Yes, Mistress, I shaved it after seeing Jessica’s shaved cunt,” Becky admitted.

“Well, it turns me on too,” Mrs. Heart said, as she returned to her desk and hiked up her own skirt revealing she was wearing thigh high stockings and was sans any underwear.

Becky watched intently as Mrs. Heart opened her legs to reveal her hairy pussy.

“Mine is all natural, do you like?” Mrs. Heart asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Becky nodded, as she stared at her teacher’s pussy.

Mrs. Heart beckoned, “Come to me.”

Becky got off her desk, submissively fell onto her knees and crawled to her teacher.

“Suck my toes,” Mrs. Heart ordered.

Becky obeyed the task eagerly as she sucked each toe the best she could through the sheer stockings. Once both feet were pleasured, Mrs. Heart grabbed her pet’s head and pulled her into her forest of pleasure.

Becky couldn’t believe how strong the scent was as the scent seemed to be captured perfectly by the pubic hair. Although awkward at first, Becky hungrily licked and licked her teacher’s cunt.

“That’s it my pet,” Mrs. Heart moaned, impressed by the eagerness of her pet.

Becky loved knowing she was making her happy, loved hearing the moans she caused and worked even harder to make her teacher come.

After a few minutes, Mrs. Heart’s breathing began to get erratic and she moaned, “I’m coming my pet, take your Mistresses’ cum.”

Becky opened wide and swallowed as much as she could as her teacher’s cum flooded out. Becky licked and licked eagerly until she was told to stop.

“Stop, stop,” Mrs. Heart said, pushing her pet’s head away. “It’s beginning to tickle.Becky looked up and waited further instructions.

“Go back to your desk, my pet,” Mrs. Heart ordered.

Becky, of course, obeyed.

“Get those socks and shoes off my pet, I like stocking feet,” Mrs. Heart instructed.

Becky again didn’t hesitate as she quickly got out of her shoes and began taking off her socks.

Once off, Mrs. Heart moved to her pet and fell to her knees returning the favor as she sucked her student’s pantyhose covered toes.

Becky’s eyes went wide at the thought of Mrs. Heart pleasing her; she was used to being the one giving the pleasure not receiving it.

Mrs. Heart massaged her pet’s feet while slowly taking each toe in her mouth and sucking each like they were small cocks.

After briefly pleasuring each toe, Mrs. Heart stood up and said, “Bend over the desk, my pet.”

Again, Becky obeyed, praying Mrs. Heart was going to allow her to come.

“Does my pet need to come,” Mrs. Heart asked, as if reading her submissive’s mind.

“Yes, Mistress, reeeallly bad,” Becky admitted, feeling wetness leaking slowly out of her.

“Rub yourself, my pet,” Mrs. Heart ordered.

Becky quickly obeyed the command knowing it wouldn’t take long to get herself off in her current sexual state.

“Hmmmm, you look so sexy playing with yourself, my pet,” Mrs. Heart said.

“Thank you, Miistress,” Becky moaned loving being watched by her sexy teacher.

Mrs. Heart fell to her knees behind her horny pet and said, “Just a quick taste if you don’t mind, my pet.” Mrs. Heart leaned forward without waiting for permission and licked the already very wet pussy lips of her submissive.

“Aaaaaah,” Becky moaned the moment her teacher’s tongue made contact with her pussy.

“Hmmmm, your pussy is as delicious as I imagined it would be,” Mrs. Heart said, as she continued licking Becky’s pussy.

“Thaaaaaank you,” Becky absurdly said as she was feeling overwhelmed with the pleasure she was feeling at the hands of her teacher.

“Does my pet want to come on her teacher’s face?” Mrs. Heart asked, as she parted her pet’s pussy lips with her tongue.

“God yeeeess,” Becky whimpered in response, her orgasm already on the rise.

“Tell me what you want, my pet,” Mrs. Heart purred, her mouth vibrating on her teenage pet’s pussy.

“To come on your face, Mistress,” Becky replied frantically as Mrs. Heart’s tongue was doing wonders on her.

Mrs. Heart said, as she slipped two fingers inside her pet’s lustful inferno and pumped quickly.

“Oh sooooo close, can I come Mistress,” Becky asked like a good submissive.

Mrs. Heart pulled her fingers out and without warning slid her cunt juice coated finger into her pet’s ass and demanded, “Come right now all over my face you dirty fucking slut.”

Becky couldn’t help it, being called names always got her off, and the stunning sensation of a finger in her ass brought her orgasm crashing down hard as she screamed, “Aaaaaaah, yes, Miiistress, I’m comiiiiiiing.”

Mrs. Heart kept pumping her finger in and out of her wanton slut’s ass as the orgasm shuddered through her like a 9.5 on the Richter scale.

“Oh god, oh, oh, fuck, shit,” Becky babbled incoherently as her orgasm refused to end as tremor after tremor continued to cause aftershocks long after the originally quake.

Rebecca came hard pumping two fingers in her pussy as she remembered the first of many after school meetings with her teacher Mistress.

Once her orgasm had finished running its course she pondered a new dilemma. How did her blackmailer have pictures of her submitting to both Jessica and Mrs. Heart? The mystery of her blackmailer was getting more and more confusing.

She finally read the email:

TASK 6: You will go to Edderton Park (the marriage spot) at 2:00 wearing the outfit that has been left for you at your front door. A pet of mine will be there to take pictures of you. You are close to final submission my pet…very, very close.

MissA

Rebecca got up and rushed to the front door. A box was on her front steps. She took it inside and quickly opened it wondering what it would be. She pulled open a cheerleader’s outfit, pantyhose, and socks. Rebecca sighed as she instantly realized the issue with this task. Edderton was a huge park and she would definitely be noticed in such an inappropriate outfit. The blackmailer liked to push her limits each time pulling her further into submissive humiliation.

A text arrived as Rebecca stared at the outfit unsure if she was capable of following through with this task. In some ways it was not as extreme as allowing a teenager into her room and posing sexually, but the unknown of what she would be expected to do was the alarming part. She remembered how each time Jessica had used her, the submission became more intense, more humiliating and more out of her control.

Her phone buzzed and Rebecca took a deep breath before clicking on the new text she gasped at her complete lack of control of her own fate:

In case you have second thoughts of not obeying.

Rebecca stared at her daughter in red pantyhose and a yellow bra and realized she no longer had any choice but to obey. Maybe her life would be ruined, maybe her marriage, but she had to protect Lacie at all costs.

…..

Dressed in the outfit not made for a forty-plus year old, Rebecca headed to the park, arriving a few minutes early. Already there was Alexis with her camera in hand.

“We got to stop meeting like this, Mrs. Walsh,” Alexis greeted.

A relief welled through Rebecca at the reality that at least her secret was so far just her blackmailer and Alexis, she was nervous another teenager would be meeting her. “I’d rather be meeting under different circumstances,” Rebecca smiled softly, feeling a strange sense of solidarity with the pretty teenager who seemed to be in a similar predicament as she was.

Alexis quipped, “Well I can say I have greatly enjoyed these little rendezvous with you, Mrs. Walsh.”

Rebecca blushed but didn’t say anything.

“You still can pull off the cheerleader outfit rather well,” Alexis complimented.

“You think?” Rebecca asked, getting pulled into my simple compliments.

“I am sure,” Alexis smiled, moving towards the MILF.

Rebecca tensed up expecting to be kissed by the young girl.

Alexis knew she could easily seduce the MILF right now but had other plans for the final submission and moved to Rebecca’s ear and whispered, “Let’s get this done.”

Rebecca’s pussy dampened as she felt Alexis’s hot breath linger.

Alexis moved away amused at the impact she was having on the submissive as she said, “Go pose over by the railing, Mrs. Walsh.”

Rebecca’s legs felt like rubber but she obeyed the teenager’s instructions without any protest. Rebecca didn’t see anyone in the vicinity and just allowed her brain to shut off as she continued to pose as instructed by her daughter’s best friend.

“That’s it,” Alexis encouraged. “Let’s see more of that pantyhose covered ass of yours.”

Rebecca suddenly felt a power to tease and obeyed shifting her skirt up slowly to tempt the young girl.

“You like obeying me, don’t you Mrs. Walsh?” Alexis questioned.

“A little,” Rebecca admitted, not admitting that she was really enjoying the attention.

“I think it is more than a little,” Alexis smiled.

Rebecca blushed and felt another slight leakage in her pussy but didn’t respond.

“You used to be on the track team?” Alexis asked.

“A lifetime ago,” Rebecca admitted.

“Pose as if you are getting ready to run a race,” Alexis instructed.

Rebecca thought it an odd request but again obeyed.

“Hmmmmm, nice,” Alexis smiled as she took a bunch of photos.

“How did you end up a submissive?” Rebecca asked, curious to know how someone as seemingly strong headed ended up being a submissive to this mysterious MissA.

“What makes you think I am a submissive?” Alexis asked smiling.

“Aren’t you?” Rebecca asked, suddenly confused.

“I didn’t say that,” Alexis replied, not answering the question like her politician daddy did every day.

Every time Rebecca thought she understood something she was thrown for another loop as she couldn’t read Alexis’s meaning.

“We are almost done, Mrs. Walsh, one more pose up on the stairs,” Alexis pointed.

Rebecca stood up and feeling sultry positioned herself with her pantyhose clad ass in clear view. Trying to be sexy she posed provocatively as Alexis snapped picture after picture.

“You really are a natural, Mrs. Walsh, just like Lacie,” Alexis added, adding another level to the complexity of Rebecca’s blackmail.

“P-p-pardon?” Rebecca stammered, hearing her daughter’s name.

“She is just like you,” Alexis continued, “very eager to pose, very eager to obey.”

Rebecca turned around and stood up and asked, “Are you and my daughter intimate?”

“That is one way to put it,” Alexis smiled, before adding, “She is my submissive, a very eager submissive. I, on the other hand, am a domme.”

“Y-y-you are my blackmailer?” Rebecca asked.

“Y-y-yes,” Alexis smiled.

“Why? How?” Rebecca questioned, overwhelmed and wanting answers to so many questions.

“Those will all be answered tonight. Be at the school at 10:00 room 232,” Alexis instructed.

“I can’t,” Rebecca replied.

“I wasn’t asking if you could make it,” Alexis said, her tone shifting quickly from sweet to assertive. “Be there or the pictures of you and the pictures of Lacie go viral.”

“Why are you doing this to us?” Rebecca asked.

“I’ll explain everything tonight, I promise,” Alexis said, before finishing, “but for now I need to get to cheerleading practice. But just to let you get a peak of what you will soon be worshipping from head to toe.”

Alexis handed Rebecca her cell phone.

Rebecca gasped and her pussy burned for attention as she stared at Alexis’s pierced nipples, shaved pussy and sultry pose.

Alexis smiled, “That one was taken by your daughter just after she ate me to orgasm.”

Rebecca was speechless as Alexis took her phone back. “I really have got to go,” Alexis said, talking to you has got me horny as hell and I have a pet back at school who is probably salivating for my cunt.

Alexis winked and left the blonde MILF alone.

Rebecca watched the teenager leave, her head spinning as some answers to questions were answered and yet new questions had emerged. Frustrated she headed home knowing that she would have to meet Alexis tonight and that somehow she had to have a conversation with her daughter…the words ‘like mother, like daughter’ echoing in her head.

Rebecca called Lacie but got her voice mail. She then tried texting her instead:

Please call Mom ASAP!!!

…..

Rebecca was at home stressed about her upcoming meeting with Alexis. She was desperate to find out how Alexis knew of her past and why she was doing this to her. Also, as much as she tried to deny it, getting blackmailed had rekindled her submissive past and a growing part of her was eager to submit to the sexy dominant teenager. That, of course, was opposite to the reality that her daughter had become involved in this blackmail and Rebecca was determined to protect her from taking the same sinful road to submission.

Finally, at 5:30, a text arrived from Lacie:

Your daughter is busy licking my cunt right now you silly slut. Have you really not learned yet? Eight o’clock be there…or ALL the pictures past and present, of you and your good little cunt-licking daughter get released to the world.

Here is a picture of her taken just moments ago, before she crawled between my legs.

PS: She is a very natural pussy-pleasure…I hope you are as eager to please.

Rebecca stared at her daughter posing and felt so helpless.

A couple questions popped into Rebecca’s head:

1. Was Lacie already submissive to Alexis before the blackmail started?

2. Was Lacie aware of her mother’s submissive past?

3. Was Lacie in any way involved with the blackmail?

Lacie didn’t seem to be acting any different since this whole blackmail started, so Rebecca was content in believing she was not a willing participant of the blackmail, but she wasn’t so sure that Lacie wasn’t already submissive to Alexis before the blackmail started. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed that Alexis had been controlling Lacie long before the blackmail started.

The phone rang and a half hour chat with Jack allowed her to think about something other than the 8′ o’clock meeting that waited for her ominously.

…..

Rebecca arrived at the school early and used her key to get in and go to the classroom she was going to meet Alexis in. The mixture of feelings inside her had her feeling sick and yet she knew she had to do this to find out answers and to protect her daughter.

Rebecca entered the room and was staring at Alexis in a chair already posing for her. Rebecca was staring directly at the teenager’s pantyhose clad pussy. A wetness instantly formed in her panties as her head began spinning.

“You should probably close the door, Mrs. Walsh,” Alexis suggested with a smile.

Rebecca did as suggested and locked it too.

“Do you like what you see?” Alexis asked, opening her legs wider.

Rebecca trying to be strong ignored the question and demanded, “I want answers.”

“I am sure you do,” Alexis nodded. “Ask away.”

“How did you find out about my past?” Rebecca asked.

“That is a long story,” Alexis said.

“I have the time,” Rebecca said back.

“Sit down on the teacher’s desk, my pet,” Alexis instructed.

“I rather stand,” Rebecca said, desperately trying to stand her ground.

“It wasn’t an offer, it was an order,” Alexis said, her smile fading away. “Now sit down!”

Rebecca obeyed reluctantly, deciding she had to fight bigger battles yet.

“Good girl,” Alexis purred, the words, the tone, so eerily similar to Jessica’s and Mrs. Heart’s.

Rebecca again asked, “How did you find out?”

Alexis repositioned herself in the desk and smiled, “A domino of fate.”

Rebecca was getting annoyed by the cryptic yet vague answers. “Please get to the how.”

“Well my grandmother was quite sick and we were watching TV together when you were on the news. My grandmother who was still very sharp mentally, it was her body that was shutting down, gasped, ‘That’s her’. I asked who and she pointed to you and explained the whole story of her past with you. By this time grandmother knew I was a lesbian and knew that in many ways I was just like her. She told me you had just disappeared one day and that she always wondered what happened to you. Grandmother, or Mrs. Heart to you, told me I should go and hunt you down and bring you back to her.”

“You are Mrs. Heart’s granddaughter?” Rebecca gasped, more puzzle pieces falling into place.

“I am,” Alexis smiled, as she continued, “Unfortunately she passed away shortly after but before she did she gave me a box of pictures of you and of this Jessica girl. I scanned them all on my computer and convinced mom to move here, we lived only two hours away believe it or not, by telling her it was the best school in the state. Anyways, I befriended your daughter, turned her into my lesbian fuck slave and now will finish the task by making you my submissive as well.”

Rebecca was stunned. She knew that Mrs. Heart blackmailed Jessica too and knew that Jessica was now married and living in Beverly Hills to some big named talent agent…becoming the trophy wife she was destined to be.

“What you wanted to know and now that I have told you, you are silent?” Alexis said, as she stood up and turned around giving her stunned pet-to-be a very good view of her pantyhose clad ass.

Rebecca was so bewildered by the revelations that she was unable to speak.

Alexis chuckled, “You look as stunned as when I told Lacie today just after I coated her adorable face with my cum that you were a submissive cunt-licker just like her.”

“You didn’t,” Rebecca gasped, although she knew she had.

“She didn’t believe me but the pictures are hard to not believe,” Alexis smiled.

“Why tell Lacie?” Rebecca asked.

“There was no way to hide it, especially with all I have planned for you,” Alexis smiled.

“Can’t we find a way to resolve this?” Rebecca asked, praying for compassion.

Alexis lifted up her skirt and asked, “Are you able to resist this?”

Rebecca lied, again trying to look strong and not as weak as her body and mind really were, her pussy already leaking into her pantyhose. “Of course, I can.”

Alexis turned around and sat back on the desk and cupped her breasts over her shirt. “How about these? Can you resist my young, juicy, firm tits. Grandmother said you loved her tits, don’t you want to suck on mine?”

Rebecca’s insides were on fire, but she responded and tried to sound strong. “I am not the same person as I was when I was eighteen.

“How about now?” Alexis asked, lifting up her shirt to tease the weak MILF.

Rebecca could see the teenager’s pierced nipples and couldn’t resist the thought of sucking them into her mouth.

“Aren’t they perfect tits?” Alexis asked while posing seductively.

“T-t-they are very nice,” Rebecca admitted, the sexual trance beginning to take over like it always did back when she was young.

“You want to suck them, don’t you Lacie’s mom?” Alexis said, purposely reminding her of her submissive daughter.

Hearing her daughter’s name quickly brought Rebecca back to her senses. “I am leaving,” Rebecca said, knowing if she didn’t leave now she would soon be submitting sexually to this teenager and loving it.”Go ahead,” Alexis smiled, as she pulled down her skirt. “But once you walk out that door, I will never let you please me. I will fuck your daughter in front of you, I will have her eating my pussy on your kitchen table and I will take her anal virginity in your bed, but you will never, ever, be allowed to submit to me.”

Rebecca was paralyzed. She was being given an out, although at the cost of huge humiliation to her daughter.

Alexis pulled her pantyhose down slightly revealing her shaved pussy. She posed briefly before asking, “Are you sure you can resist this?”

Rebecca again was unable to speak. Her body was craving submission and her mind was no longer far behind.

“On your knees, my pet,” Alexis ordered.

Rebecca asked softly, “Do you promise to not let anyone else know about this?”

Alexis shrugged, “If you are a perfect pet.”

Rebecca lowered herself to her knees. “And what about Lacie?”

“What about her? She is submissive, just like you, and needs a Mistress just like you,” Alexis said.

“I just don’t want her to be shamed like I was in high school when Jessica…” Rebecca stopped, unable to continue the sentence.

“When Jessica shared you with her whole cheerleading team,” Alexis finished.

“Yes,” Rebecca whispered.

“Well I would truthfully never do that to Lacie, unless she wanted to or disobeyed,” Alexis said, her tone seemingly sincere to Rebecca.

“Thank you,” Rebecca said relieved somewhat.

Alexis repositioned herself again, standing up, bending over and giving her new older sub a perfect pose of her pussy. “Here is your reward then, my pet.”

Rebecca’s mouth reactively opened as she craved tasting this teenage goddess. Rebecca had refrained from licking pussy for so many years even when the temptation arose (like smoking, the craving never goes away) and now there was no turning back. She remembered how amazing Jessica tasted, how intoxicating Mrs. Heart’s pussy was and now she wanted to dive back in and taste Alexis. Rebecca crawled on all fours like a good submissive would and reach the tempting teen.

Alexis asked, “Who am I?”

“My Mistress,” Rebecca answered without hesitation. Just saying the words after all these years was liberating and with the declaration every last resistance inside the MILF faded away as she accepted her fate…her submission.

“And what are you?” Alexis asked.

“Your pet,” Rebecca admitted, like she had to Jessica and Mrs. Heart all those years ago.

“And?”

“Your slave,” Rebecca declared, her pussy leaking at the submission.

“And?”

“Your cunt-licker,” Rebecca added, hoping to make that true that very second.

“And, you will never disobey me again,” Alexis questioned, before adding, “Jessica told me you often disobeyed and were a very stubborn slave.”

Rebecca gasped again, “You have talked to Jessica?”

“Actually she is at your house training your daughter,” Alexis revealed.

“No, it can’t be,” Rebecca said, although Alexis didn’t seem like someone who bluffed.

“Oh it is, don’t worry we will be joining them soon,” Alexis said, turning around, slipping out of her heels and sitting back on the desk. “Suck my toes, my pet.”

Alexis moved her toes to the submissive, overwhelmed mother’s mouth. Instinct took over, as did her hunger, and Rebecca began sucking the teen’s toes, even as she attempted to deal with yet another revelation.

“Hmmmm, very good,” Alexis moaned, enjoying the lavish foot play.

Rebecca moaned slightly herself as she let the submission take control. She sucked each toe individually, she massaged the teen’s calf and she licked the soles of her feet.

Alexis finally said, “Are you ready to taste heaven?”

“God, yes,” Rebecca moaned, staring between the legs and directly at the wet, appetizing cunt of Alexis.

Alexis laughed at the response, but ordered, “Go ahead, my slut, lick your mistress’s cunt.”

Rebecca looked up at her Mistress briefly before leaning forward and falling completely back to 1988. She was no longer a mother, a wife or a PTA chair, she was a slut, a slave, a pet, a cunt-licker and she loved it. Alexis’s pussy was the sweetest taste she had experienced since all those years ago and she wanted to stay between the teen’s legs, licking slowly, forever.

“That’s it, slut, lick my cunt just like Lacie did a few hours ago,” Alexis moaned.

Rebecca was no longer fazed by the mention of her daughter. One lick and she was addicted and imagined her daughter was addicted just as quickly. Rebecca responded, between licks, “My daughter has good taste.”

Alexis laughed, “That she does.”

Rebecca began with slow deliberate strokes teasing the young woman.

For the next few minutes time stood still as Rebecca wondered how she had resisted the temptation all these years. Rebecca hearing Alexis’s increased moans sensed she was close and went in for the kill. She swirled her tongue around and around Alexis’s swollen clit and once the moaning increased more she began flicking the clit.

“Eat me faster Lacie’s mom,” Alexis moaned.

Rebecca obeyed so drawn in by the pleasing that nothing could have stopped her from getting her teenage Mistress off.

“That’s it slut, get me off just like Lacie did earlier,” Alexis demanded.

The humiliation no longer mattered to Rebecca, only obeying, only pleasing. The years of denial of her true personality were over as she succumbed unconditionally to the power teenager and accepted her submissive nature…her need to obey.

“Oh fuck you naughty little cunt licker, don’t stop,” Alexis demanded before grabbing the MILF’s head and pulling her deep into her cunt. Alexis began rubbing her pussy all over her pet until the inevitable happened and she came hard all over her slut. “Fuuuuuuuuuck,” she screamed.

Rebecca opened wide and savored every drop of her mistress’s flooding pussy, a sense of pride washing over her at getting the teen off.

A couple of minutes later, Alexis’s orgasm fading away, she said, “It really is like mother, like daughter.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” the cum-covered mother said.

“As you should, my pet,” Alexis said, standing up and pulling her pantyhose back up.

Rebecca remained on her knees in her submissive position waiting instructions happy to know that she hadn’t lost her skill over all these years.

Alexis looked down at the beautiful MILF and said, “Let’s go back to your place.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Rebecca agreed although nervous to be face to face with Jessica after all these years and doubly nervous to be face to face with her daughter. Standing up she followed her Mistress out the door, allowing her fate to be completely in the hands of her new Mistress.

…..

An hour later, Rebecca was on her bed, on all fours as instructed by Mistress Alexis, as she had been for over fifteen minutes. Down the hallway, she could hear her daughter’s sounds of sexual pleasure. “Oh God, yeeeees, fuck me Mistress Jessica,” Lacie screamed as she came from the big strap-on cock pounding her pussy while Alexis licked her clit at the same time.

Rebecca should have been protecting her daughter from such sexual submission, yet the feelings she was having were not of motherly protection but jealousy. She wanted to see Jessica again, she needed to see Jessica again.

A couple minutes passed before Rebecca heard the voice she never thought she would hear again. “Hi, my slut, long time, no submission.”

Rebecca still on all fours, turned her head to see her long lost Mistress. “Hi, Mistress, how may I serve you?”