Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 21:50:56 -0600 From: Jasmine Walker Subject: Lesbian MILF Seductress: Neighbour LESBIAN MILF SEDUCTRESS: Best Friend's Mom A female teenager aggressively seduces her hot MILF neighbor. My name is Bree. I am in my first year of college; I am a Lesbian MILF Seductress. I have been for a couple of years now. I don't know what it is about me, but girls will do almost anything to have the privilege of eating from my sweet nectar. At first it was just girls in my school who were desperate for a taste, but I soon realized I had that effect on many women of all ages. Now I still seduce girls my age, especially girls I suspect are virgins or bitches who need to be put in their place, but for the most part I focus on MILFs. Over the next few months, when time allows, I will share with you one of my many seductions. There is nothing better than turning a sweet, cute, innocent, MILF, into an eager, submissive, pussy pleaser. Having a MILF on her knees begging for just one taste is the ultimate turn on. Just the thought of such submission, gets my tight, shaved, ripe pussy rearing to go. Of course, after I have corrupted her, stained her forever, I get bored and move on to another future dyke. I know it sounds heartless and I suppose it is, but I can't help it. As Popeye says, "I am who I am," or whatever the fuck he says. I decided to start with the seduction of my neighbor because although she was not my first seduction (although "seduction" may be a bit inaccurate?more of an aggressive domination), she was my first MILF and one of my best friends' mom. I began writing it myself, when I decided, fuck it, let's have the slut herself tell the story. So I called her over to my house and had her lick me to an orgasm, as I told her I planned on having her story published online for all to read. She gave her usual weak-minded protest, but I slid a toy in her cunt, and told her she could not cum until she had finished typing the story. She was shocked that I was going to make her write it and even more surprised when I instructed her to go to my computer and write it this instant. She reluctantly obeyed when I threatened her with a butt plug in the ass while she wrote. I have to admit, I think she did a pretty damn good job. I should also note, the ending includes a plot twist that even I didn`t expect when it happened. Without further ado?my MILF slut will tell you her story? BECOMING A PLAY THING-By Bree`s lesbian play thing Nadine My 18-year-old Mistress demanded I write the story of my fall from perfect suburban wife to submissive whore. Although humiliating, the truth is I wouldn`t change a thing?. My life changed forever, in the blink of an eye, on May 23rd of last year. That was the day I unknowingly began my descent to becoming a sex slave to my 18 year old neighbor. My name is Nadine Winston and I am 42 years old. I am a librarian at the local high school, a member of the PTA and the president of the writer's guild of our town. I have a daughter Katherine in college now, although she was in grade 12 when this all occurred and a husband (Dave) who is the best lawyer in town. I am a natural blonde, with blue eyes, long legs and small but firm breasts. I work out 3 days a week and always dress fashionably. We were having our annual summer-is-near barbeque with our neighbors when everything in my life changed. I was in the kitchen finishing the salad when Bree, my neighbor and best friend's daughter, came into the house. She was dressed in an incredibly revealing two piece bathing suit that left very little to the imagination. She grabbed a glass of water and came and sat down. I was staring at her slutty outfit when she said to me, "Mrs. Winston, are you a dyke?" Not only had the suddenness of her question shocked me, but also the bluntness. I sputtered out, "Excuse me?" "Are you a dyke? A rug-muncher? Do you like to eat pussy?" she asked matter-of-factly. "I understand the question," I stated, "But how could you ask me such a question?" "You have been checking out my tits all day today." "That is not true," I stated adamantly. "I am just shocked at what your mother lets you wear." "Oh really," she smiled deviously. "So you have not wondered what it would be like to suck on my nice, juicy, young, round, tits?" She stood up and moved right in front of me. "Bree, you need to stop talking like that immediately!" She ignored my command. "Never considered being on your knees begging to please me?" I tried again, with sharper emphasis in my voice and a pointed finger, "Now stop your trashy talk, young lady!" She was undeterred. In fact she moved closer to me, "Never thought about being my personal fuck toy? My personal slut?" I tried to speak but no words came out. She moved even closer, "Never fantasized about tasting my sweet nectar?" "Bree, that is enough!" I demanded. "Oh no Mrs. Winston, I am just getting started." She then grabbed my ass, squeezing my butt cheeks firmly. I tried to move away, but her grip was too strong. She whispered into my ear "Mrs. Winston, you have a nice firm ass. I can't wait to fuck it with my strap-on cock." She then lifted up my skirt and slid a finger into my pussy, before I had a second to respond. "Fuck, Mrs. Winston, you are kinda wet. You are a little lezzie, just like your daughter." She fingered me for a few more seconds, pulled her finger out and made a show of sucking on it, licking my juices from her finger. She smiled and said seductively, "Not bad for an old cunt." And just like that, she calmly walked back outside. Stunned, I plopped myself down in the nearest chair. Had that scene just occurred, or was I dreaming? Or fantasizing? No, it was real all right. My still quivering and wet pussy seemed proof enough of that. Now I should note that Bree is a very attractive girl. She is pretty, sarcastic and outgoing. This mixture of personality traits seemed to create a certain aura about her that I could never really understand. Although I was not a lesbian and had never even considered even remotely experimenting in the past, there was something oddly intriguing about Bree. Finally, my daughter entered the kitchen and broke my reverie. "Do you need some help, Mom? Jeez, you look exhausted." I quickly feigned responsibility and handed her some of the finished garnishes to bring outside. She seemed satisfied and left. I sat stunned for a few minutes, until my daughter came back in and asked if I needed help. This brought me back to my senses and I quickly got the rest of the garnishes ready. I looked at my daughter, wondering about Bree's last words. Could they be true? Was my daughter a lesbian? No way, I answered myself. She was dating Zack, a big linebacker on the school's football team and a handsome young man. I let these crazy thoughts leave my mind and headed out to the backyard with the dressings for the burgers. As we ate, I tried to avoid eye contact with Bree, but when I did look her way she was smiling at me with a mischievous smirk on her face. When everyone was done with supper, Dave asked about dessert and I said I would go and get it, like a good housewife. Bree offered to assist and even though I said I could do it by myself, she insisted. Once back in the kitchen things got even more out of hand. Bree grabbed my ass as soon as we were out of view and continued the degradation. She said, "Mrs. Winston, you are one hot MILF. The guys at school talk about fucking you more than they do Katherine." The thought of young men wanting to fuck me gave me an initial ego-burst. The thought of them fucking my daughter, however, was extremely disturbing and uncomfortable. I pushed her hand away and insisted, "Bree, that is quite enough. How can you treat other women like a piece of meat? That is what men do." Bree laughed disdainfully. Somehow she had me backed up against the counter again, my hands bracing myself. She took the opportunity as she must have seen it presented and grabbed my right breast harshly. "Oh Mrs. Winston, don't you understand? All women are either dominant or submissive. You are submissive. You like being treated like a piece of meat. Even now, I can feel your nipple harden." "I am not submissive," I tried again to state insistently, even as I remained planted. I also realized she was right about my nipple. It was almost begging for further mistreatment. Laughing harshly again Bree continued, "Yes you are, you don't even know it but you are. You will be my slut soon. You will be begging to please me." I laughed this time, an attempted disdainful one. She laughed back in equal disdain. With a suddenness that seemed to be her nature, Bree grabbed a small carrot from the table. Before I even had time to react, she slipped it under my skirt. I pulled back and she commanded, with gritted teeth, "Don't you dare move, bitch!" She had said it with such conviction that it scared me into stunned motionlessness. Bree must have taken this as compliance and casually slid the carrot up my vagina. I moaned in bewilderment as she pumped it in and out furiously. I could not deny the ease with which my vagina accepted the raw vegetable. Just as suddenly as she had fucked me with the carrot, she removed it and quickly replaced it with a finger. As she finger-fucked me, she asked menacingly, "Why are you so wet, Mrs. Winston? You seem to be enjoying this immensely." I squirmed in a half-attempt to release myself, but Bree increased her hold by grabbing, then pinching my breast, "Mrs. Winston, why are you letting your 18 year old neighbor finger-fuck you?" With all the force I could finally muster, I pulled hard and broke away. "Leave now," I pleaded. Bree shrugged and popped the carrot into her mouth, her eyes meeting mine. In an instant, she left, appearing to head for the washroom upstairs. Having just been so near to orgasm, I about collapsed into the nearest chair and tried to compose myself. Even with Katherine entering and complaining about the length of time it had taken, all I could do was point at the fridge in an attempt to get her to pick up the desserts and leave. With a quizzical, though thoughtful, look, she just accepted my implied suggestion, taking the dessert outside. Absentmindedly, I followed. When Bree came outside, she casually sat with my daughter, laughing in conversation as if nothing unusual had just happened in my kitchen. My kitchen, I emphasized to myself in thought. Bree's aggressive behavior with me became even more surreal, if that was possible. After dessert, the guys went next door to watch a ball game on the 60 inch big screen as Carrie, Bree's mom, and I began to clean up. Bree just stared at me smugly, never breaking eye contact; finally I did. During the next half hour, I somehow managed to socialize with Carrie, though the image of her daughter was ever-present. Eventually I left Carrie outside to tidy up as I carried more plates inside. Bree was waiting behind the counter. Cheerfully, she greeted me, "Hello again, Mrs. Winston. Ready to submit to me yet? I bet you'd love for me to finish what we started. Would you like a carrot again? Or my finger? Or perhaps more than one finger fucking your horny cunt right here on the counter?" I considered the submission aspect first. Hadn't I already done that? She had carrot-fucked me and finger-fucked me, both close to orgasm. What on earth could she be thinking that was more of a submission than that? I shivered, not wanting to consider it further. Almost ready to resign myself to defeat, I had a sudden thought that perhaps Bree had another motive, so I sighed and suggested, "Bree look, maybe we can work something out. What do you want from me? Money?" She laughed sarcastically. "Nadine," she whispered almost sympathetically. I noticed not only the change in tone, but also the familiarity of her calling me by my first name. "My parents make way more money than you do. I don't need money. I want you between my legs. I want your submission, your never-dying affection for me, your very being." Her superlatives stirred anger in me, "That will never happen," I responded confidently. Bree's smile never left her face, "Nadine, you don't have a choice. You think you do, but you don't. " "I will tell your mother," I defiantly responded. She laughed, "What are you going to tell her, that you let me fuck you with a carrot? " I began to respond with even more conviction when she continued, "That you are a little whore who eagerly wants to pleasure your neighbor's daughter?" "Stop it now," I said firmly. Her anger appeared with that same suddenness as earlier, "Shut it bitch. You will be mine. I promise that you will eat my pussy and beg me to fuck your MILF ass. You will be my personal play-thing." She paused, letting out an exaggerated moan as she demanded, "Now get over here and replace your daughter between my legs." Her obnoxious and absurd declaration startled me. I walked around the counter and was stunned to see my beautiful, innocent (or so I thought) daughter eating her best friend's pussy. The absolute boldness of such a thing happening right there, in my kitchen, was flabbergasting! Was there no limit to the risks she would take? No limit to her boldness? No limit to her need for power? I shivered again. As I tried to process this shocking sexual ordeal, Carrie walked in. Quickly, Bree had Katherine stand with her behind the counter, appearing casual but for my daughter`s mouth glistening with wetness. Carrie was oblivious to my tension, carrying on with the clean-up. The next few minutes were a blur as Bree and Katherine left and I chitchatted with Carrie. The night came to an unceremonious end when Dave came home drunk and passed out in our bed. Katherine called, saying she was staying at Bree's. I lay in bed pondering what had happened, wondering why I had allowed Bree to do what she did to me. As I thought about it, my hand seemed to move, against my will, to my vagina. I ended up masturbating myself to sleep, images of Bree`s aggressive attack on me refusing to leave me. ***************************** DAY TWO: MONDAY When I awoke the next morning, images of the previous day had me perform my get-ready-for-work procedures in a dream-like state. Thankfully, once I got to work, my responsibilities took charge, and I navigated my day normally. I arrived home refreshed; in fact, ready to perform as any housewife whose husband would be arriving home an hour later. That quickly changed when I went upstairs to check on Katherine. As I approached her bedroom door, I could detect a clear moaning sound. Instead of knocking as usual, I found myself intrigued, so I eavesdropped. The moans became distinct words now, Bree's words. "Yes Katherine, make me cum. Eat my pussy!" My impulse was to barge in and stop this ridiculous conduct, but I resisted that reaction and listened. Bree moaned loudly, "Yes my little slut, finger my cunt, make me cum baby." Bree's moaning got louder as she finally screamed, "I'm cumming, whore!" Shocked at the sounds coming from my daughter's bedroom, I was even more shocked when I realized that I had been masturbating myself to near orgasm from them. If not for hearing footsteps now approaching the door, I certainly would have brought myself to a rousing finish. Panic ensued instead, and I quickly rushed downstairs. I was feigning the beginnings of supper as Bree and Katherine entered, holding hands. I was almost getting used to Bree providing shock value when she bluntly blurted out, "Your daughter sure can eat pussy, Mrs. Winston. I just came hard all over her pretty little face. If I had brought my strap-on, I would have found it difficult to resist her using it on me." Trying to get control of the situation in some way, I said, "Bree and Katherine, this has got to stop." Bree chuckled and said, "OK, if that is what Katherine wants, I will no longer allow her to eat my pussy or take my strap-on cocks in her pussy and ass. Is that what you want, dyke?" Katherine's face was as red as an apple, her head dropped as she shook her head in the negative. Bree, her voice raised, "Use words slut. Should we stop?" I let out a gasp at hearing my daughter be called a slut. "No," my daughter responded. "No what?" Bree toyed. "No I don't want to stop pleasing you," she barely got out, never looking up. "Katherine," I began. "Shut up!" Bree roared at me, and then said, "Slut, tell your mother what you just did to me." "I-I-I ate your pussy," she stuttered. "Was it good?" "Yes," she barely got out. "Who was the first one to fuck your tight pussy?" "You," she responded. I wanted to stop this, but I was speechless. "Who was the first to fuck your ass?" "You," she said, tears running down her cheek. Bree then looked at me and said, "Your daughter and I are going to a movie together and then she is going to stay at my house tonight. I want to fuck her pussy and probably her ass too. I'm hoping to make her feel like she has been gangbanged. Actually, I should set up a gangbang for your daughter." She paused for a second, moved towards me and said, "Unless you are ready to submit to me." I looked at her speechless and frozen. When I didn't answer, she grabbed my daughter's hand and walked out of my house. Only a few seconds later, Bree walked back into my house and came over to me. I trembled with both fear and anticipation. She explained, "I left you a little something on your daughter's bed. Well two things if you include my delicious pussy juice. I expect you to keep it warm for me inside you until I come to retrieve it. If you disobey, someone will be punished." "Bree, I?" "No talking," Bree said, "You will be mine. You will be between my legs, lapping my shaved cunt; you will crawl on your knees and beg for me to fuck you with my strap-on cock. You will be my sex slave. You can't resist me. Your body gives you away. We can do it the easy way or the hard way, your choice." Again with her knack for suddenness, she quickly had me in a passionate lip-locking, tongue-weaving kiss that had me reeling in emptiness when broken. She then simply turned and walked out. I waited a couple minutes to be sure she was gone. Too curious to hesitate further, I entered my daughter's bedroom. There, upon her bed, was a circular plastic ball. For a moment, I considered its purpose. Surely something like that could have no sexual one. Surely, it was not meant for a vagina, mine at that? As I pondered just that, I heard the front door. My husband was home. Not just home, as it turned out, but home joyous. It took only the time for him to explain his joyousness, his victory in some law case, for him to also cum in my vagina. Seems his celebration was a quickie with his wife. The rest of the night was uneventful as I worried about my daughter, but had no idea what do to about it. Should I tell my husband? How would he react? Should I walk over and talk to Carrie? What would she say? How could I explain this? For the second night, I masturbated myself before bed. Embarrassment and a feeling of shame swept through me five minutes after I came. I had to stop this before it got even more out of hand?but how. ***************************** DAY 3: TUESDAY I woke up the next morning and I really believed it was all just a dream. But the strange ball in my underwear drawer reminded me it was indeed not a dream. I got ready for work dreading seeing my daughter or Bree there. I am a school librarian, and although I seldom saw either of them during my working day, I certainly worried about it now. I put the ball in my purse and headed into work. The morning was uneventful until Bree and her English class came into the library the first period after lunch. I was a nervous wreck. I saw her look my way a couple of times, but her facial expression gave nothing away. Late in the class Bree walked over with a book and handed me her library card. She smiled and accused, "You are not keeping my little toy warm are you?" "Not here," I whispered. Bree gave me a sad look as she said, "You have greatly disappointed me." She then walked away. I can't explain it, but I felt guilty and ashamed that she was disappointed in me. The rest of the school day was uneventful, but I was a basket case. I knew I had to confront Bree and finish this. When I arrived home, no one was there. I called Katherine on her cell. Bree answered it. "Hi Mrs. Winston, your daughter can't come to the phone right now. She is eating my cunt. Please leave a message at the moan?" I listened to her over-the-top exaggerated moans completely frustrated. I wanted to say something, yet nothing came from my lips. Instead, I hung up. An hour later, Katherine came home, looked at me and broke down in tears. I pulled her into my arms and held her close. When she finally stopped crying, she stuttered, ""Mommy, can you take the plug out of my ass?" "I beg your pardon, Katherine?" I asked. "Bree put a plug in my ass for punishment for you disobeying her. Then she demanded only you could take it out." Baffled, I stared at her. Trying to process what she had just said. Once I realized my daughter's predicament, I compassionately asked her to lift her skirt. Her panties gone, I clearly was able to see the plug in her ass. I ever so slowly and gently removed it, hearing her gasp as I did so. Recovering quickly, she indicated with the palm of her hand that she needed it. "I have to give it back to Bree," she calmly stated. "Oh," I said bluntly. I was still bewildered when I asked, "Katherine, how did this come to be?" "She is impossible to resist. I can't explain it. Girls and women are obsessed with her. I can't explain it Mom, but all I know is one day we were doing homework at her house one minute and the next I was in-between her legs begging to be her servant. One lick and I?" she began. We were interrupted when my husband walked in the house. She instantly hid the black plug and whispered, "Don't disobey, Mommy." She then dropped the plastic toy into her school bag and went and gave her dad a big hug, back to the innocent daddy's girl she always portrayed. The evening went on as normal; we watched some TV, talked, etc. That night I surprised my husband by going down on him, sucking his cock to one of his best-ever erections, which I took advantage of by riding his cock enthusiastically, a change from the usually missionary position we did. After he shot his load in me, I keep bouncing up and down until it shriveled inside me. If he wondered about my sudden sexual passion, he asked no questions. In fact, he just fell asleep. I feel asleep still horny and wondering how I could stop this train wreck?and did I even want to? ***************************** DAY 4: WEDNESDAY The next morning, I wore a simple blouse, respectable skirt and pantyhose. When I got to school in the morning, Kim Waverly, the smartest girl in our school, a shy girl whose dad was the minister of our church, was waiting for me. She was wearing a very short skirt, something I had never seen her wear in the past, and a tight blouse that showcased her firm, small breasts. I asked, "Kim, what can I do for you?" She would not look me in the eye when she stated clearly embarrassed, "Bree told me to insert this in you and explain that it must stay inside of you until she retrieves it." She then showed me a little black egg, slightly bigger than the one I had earlier refused. "Kim," I said in utter shock. "What has come over you?" Kim with a wild look of fear in her eyes said, "Please Mrs. Winston, please let me insert this into you so I don't get punished by Mistress Bree again." "How does she punish you?" Still not looking up at me, she whispered, "Last time she had me suck off Walker Reynolds." I gasped. Walker weighed 350 pounds and was the most hideous looking boy in our school. "You gave Walker a blow job?" "Yes," she explained, "Bree made me swallow his cum to punish me for not wearing the attire she told me to wear to school." "Honey, I can protect you," I said, although not convinced I could. Kim sighed, looking at me for the first time, "Mrs. Winston, I don't want to be protected. I love being owned by Bree. She understands me and my needs. I just don't want to be punished." She moved closer and continued with a surprising new confidence and determination, "Pull down your pantyhose please." I tried to deal with yet another odd revelation when Kim added, with a mixture of fear and power, "Now, Mrs. Winston. Bree has decided she wants you and Bree always gets what she wants." The stressing of the word always had me wondering. Deciding that the easiest way to not make this a bigger ordeal than it was already becoming, I looked around to make sure no one was looking, sighed, and pulled my pantyhose down. She turned on the vibrating egg and slipped it into my pussy. "Thank you, Mrs. Winston." She then quickly walked out. As I watched her walk away, I was completely stunned. Even after everything Bree had done recently, this was beyond my grasp of logic. The egg inside me kept me off focus all day, gently pleasing me, yet, also, gently teasing me. At lunch Kim returned and told me Bree's latest threat, "I almost forgot. You are not allowed to have an orgasm. If you do, both you and I will be punished. Bree told me if I disobey again, she is going to let Walker take me in the bum. So please obey." "Kim, how did you get involved in this?" She spoke nervously, but not with the sense of shame I assumed she would, "Um, well, I was tutoring Bree in math one day and she said she knew how to release some of my stress. I asked how. Then she kissed me. Then she ate me out. Then she demanded I go down on her. I obeyed. I was hooked instantly. She then took my virginity with a strap-on and demanded that I be her slave. I eagerly obeyed." "But you are so smart," I said perplexed. "So?" "So doesn't it seem weird to be treated like some little slut?" "This coming from the teacher who has an egg in her," she replied with a big dose of sarcasm. "Touch?," I whispered, clearly expressing my shame. Kim smiled, "Don't worry. Soon you will be a slut of hers too. Then you too will understand completely where I am coming from." I started, "Kim I won't be her?" But I was cut off as Kim continued, "Ma'am, you let a teenage student put a vibrating ball in your pussy, plus Carol Row thought the same thing." She stared at me defiantly, awaiting my reaction. Carol Row was our school president and the daughter of our mayor, a girl so fake she pretended to like everyone, but was nasty as hell behind their backs. The things I heard her say to her friends in the library were spiteful and insensitive. My curiosity piqued, I questioned, "Carol Row?" "Yep, by the way," she asked, acting superior to me in her tone and attitude, such a contrast to the Kim I knew, "if I am such a slut, how do you allow your daughter to be such a pussy pleasing dyke?" Before I could respond, she simply turned and walked away. Just as she was about to leave my small office she turned back at me, now looking me straight in the eye, "I can't wait Mrs. Winston, until you're on your knees begging Bree to be her slave." The remainder of the day went along normally; well as normally as a day can go when you have a vibrating egg inside you and all this new information spinning in your head. When the last bell rang, I eagerly wanted to go home and bring myself to an orgasm, but I didn't. My fear of being punished, or having my daughter punished, prevented me from letting my sexual tension explode. I went home and waited, desperately trying to figure out a way to end this before it got any worse. I assumed Bree would come over at some point to retrieve her toy. But she didn't. Supper came and went. At 7:30 I was distraught. If I did not cum soon I really felt I would explode. All rational thought was gone as the soft vibrating sensations in me were driving me crazy. I also worried what if my husband decided he wanted nookie. At quarter to eight, Bree and Katherine came into the house. Katherine gave me a hug and said, "I really, really have to pee." Katherine ran up the stairs and Bree said, "So, how are you?" "Please take the egg out," I pleaded. "Have you cum yet?" "No." "Good slut," Bree said and matter-of-factly added, "You may cum now." The toy in me, as I mentioned already, had me mentally a mess and I lifted up my skirt and rubbed myself to an orgasm in only a few seconds, letting out a rather loud scream. Katherine came quickly downstairs calling, "Mom, are you ok?" She then saw my red face, my hand at my pussy and whispered, "Oh." Bree related, "Katherine, your mommy obeyed today. Can you please retrieve the egg for me?" Katherine finished coming down the stairs and sheepishly moved towards me, her mother. I began to speak, but Bree simply said, "Don't question me, slut. You are finally getting in my good graces." I sighed as my daughter moved to me and quickly though awkwardly retrieved the soaking wet egg from my just satisfied pussy. I was humiliated. Bree then demanded, "Katherine, can you please clean it for me?" As Katherine moved towards the kitchen, Bree emphasized, "with your mouth." Katherine hesitated, but moved the egg to her lips and began cleaning my juices from it. I should have said something, yet still horny, I watched the obscene act with erotic depravity. Bree opened her hand and Katherine put the egg into Bree's hand and said, "Thank you, Katherine." As I lowered my skirt, realizing I had not yet, I pleaded, "Bree, is there some way we can move past this?" "Move past what?" Bree asked. Frustrated, I said, "This, this," I realized I could not even begin to logically explain what this was. Bree smiled and said, "You mean stop using your daughter as a fucktoy? And stop turning you into my submissive slave?" "Yes," I responded exasperated. "Um, no," Bree said bluntly without any explanation. "Mrs. Winston, I do not ever lose. Tomorrow another of my little whores will have something for you. Do not disobey her directions for you, or your daughter and you will both be punished." "Please Bree, I will do anything for you to stop this." Bree laughed, "Oh don't worry. Very soon you will be doing anything I ask anyway." As she left, taking my daughter with her, she said, "I think Katherine will stay at my house until you are ready. She will return home only after you have come to my house and committed yourself to being the lesbian slut you so badly want to be." "Katherine, stop," I weakly demanded. She looked at me, but said, "Sorry mom, I have to go." Bree grabbed Katherine by the hand and they left. I sat there stunned, dazed, defeated and fucking horny. I dashed upstairs, quickly grabbed my nearest vibrator, lifted my skirt with urgency, and crammed the object up my pussy. I feverishly fucked myself to multiple orgasms, all the while envisioning my submission. Was there any way to stop it? Did I want to stop it? My mind said one thing, my pussy another. *********************************** DAY 5: THURSDAY Trepidation overwhelmed me as I prepared for what I expected was a day of sexual humiliation. I thought about calling in sick, but I worried that my daughter may be punished. I still kept wondering how to stop this. Who would believe me? Besides, Bree had broken no law as far as I could see. I got dressed in a long blue dress, beige pantyhose and my usual two inch heels. I arrived at school and was pleasantly surprised to see no one was at my office. By 10 o'clock I began to relax thinking that maybe Bree was just bluffing. That was not to be, however. At around 10:30, Carol Row, our school president, came into the library. Abruptly, she crossed the room and handed me a package. I saw immediately it contained thigh-high stockings. "I assume you are wearing full pantyhose?" Carol asked rather accusingly. As I nodded in the affirmative, she added, "Well, Bree wants you in stockings. And she wants me to put them on for you." Looking around the library and seeing how full it was, I implied to Carol with a simple gesture that such a task was not possible. Quickly, she responded, "Look, Mrs. Winston. I don't have all day here. I left my chemistry class in order to fulfill my instructions from Bree. So figure something out quickly so I don't have the added worry of Mr. Collins sending someone to find me." As I wondered just how many girls Bree had under her thumb, I resigned myself to complying with this order too, if only to help Carol out. It did seem lately that was my motivation a lot. I quickly beckoned for her to follow me into the storage room, where we could hide behind some stacks of boxes. More work, I somehow managed to complain to myself, seeing them there so far untouched. Back to the task at hand, I began to remove my pantyhose. "Stop, bitch!" Carol exclaimed. "I am to do that." "Carol, mind your language." Ignoring my plea for civility, she just cackled, her face close to mine, "Mrs. Winston, you are just another whore. Soon you will be eating cunt daily, pleasing girl after girl. Now stand still." Stunned by her declaration, I just stood there as she flipped up my dress and removed my pantyhose. For earlier implying that she needed to make quick work of this, Carol sure did her chore slower than I would have expected. She seemed to make a show of carefully unwrapping the package, then slowly moving the first stocking up my leg, lingering with her head close to my pussy. 'Did she just take a whiff of my scent?', I wondered. 'And why do I feel aroused?' As she finished placing the second stocking on my other leg, she again her face lingered near my now damp pussy. I had to brace myself against the counter when her mouth gently touched my underwear-covered pussy. "My, my, my, Mrs. Winston, you smell delicious." Standing up to look at me eye to eye, she asked, "why are you so wet?" I said nothing, because really what does one say to such a question, at such a time? Her hand went to my panties and she rubbed my pussy through my panties, while she whispered in my ear, "You are a little dyke whore like your daughter, aren't you?" When I didn't respond, she laughed, her hand reaching down my panties followed by a finger easily sliding inside my drenched cunt, "Beg me to let you cum, you fucking slut." Too far gone to control my emotions I begged, "Please Carol, get me off." As soon as I said it, she picked up the pace, pumping her finger in and out of my hole furiously. I closed my eyes as Carol frantically finger-fucked me until I came. When I opened my eyes, I saw her i-phone and her smiling lasciviously. She delightfully turned the phone around to reveal the picture she had taken of me while I was in the throes of orgasmic bliss. 'Would everyone who saw this know it was me?', Probably not, but it was still humiliating. Carol still had that smile on her face as she said, "Fuck, you really are a horny little bitch. Aren't you, Mrs. Winston?" I remained silent as I recovered from my orgasm. She shook her head, looked at me condescendingly, and gave a soft chuckle, as she left the storage room, sucking on her finger. I spent a couple of minutes recovering before I returned to the library to work. Just as lunch was about to start, Carol came back into the library and demanded "Back room. Now." With no hesitation, I obeyed. Excitedly, almost like she was chatting with a friend, she asked, "Ever used a we-vibe, Mrs. Winston?" "A what vibe?" was my surprised answer. I shook my head no. "Well then, girl, you are in for a treat. I can hardly believe Bree has picked me to be the one to introduce you to this delightful toy. Sit on the counter, Mrs. Winston, and spread your legs wide." With curiosity and intrigue, I complied, and then watched as she held the device up for me to see before enthusiastically lifting my skirt, tugging on my panties, and swiftly cramming the strange-looking device into my cunt. I immediately moaned, as I felt strange pulses vibrate on my clit and inside my pussy. Every few seconds the pulse would occur. The toy seemed to just lightly touch my g-spot, teasing me even more. "This stays in your cunt until Bree retrieves it, understand slut?" I moaned as I said, "But...this is driving me crazy." Mischievously grinning, Carol said, "Well, feel this if you think that's good." She then placed her hand against the toy, pressuring it against my clit. I instantly began to feel an orgasm rising in me. Carol smiled and seeing me close, began lightly spanking my pussy as she whispered, "Cum for me slut; cum like the whore you want to be." Such names should have offended me, yet it was the trigger button that had me quaking in ecstasy, my orgasm quick and intense. As that orgasm dissipated, another was soon building as Carol continued the pulsating pressure. Finally, just as I experienced another orgasm, Carol removed her hand. "You get to keep this in your old cunt until Bree herself removes it, Mrs. Winston. And, you are even allowed to have as many orgasms as you want. That is a rare generous offer Bree is offering; I highly recommend you take advantage of it!" she exclaimed as she left the room. I sat there for minutes as I recovered from my double orgasm. I finally returned to work, still greatly distracted. The light sensations of the pulsating toy had me going crazy all afternoon. It had me so horny I would do just about anything to get off. I went up front and helped a student sign out a book, all the while trying not to orgasm right in front of her. I went to the backroom and got myself off twice over the next couple of hours, but the buzzing ripples kept me near the brink all afternoon. My pussy never completely satisfied, always craving more. When the bell indicating the end of my work day finally arrived, I rushed into my office, grabbed my things, and meant to hurriedly get out of there. However, as I turned to leave, there stood Mary Jane, dressed in her cheerleader outfit. Always such a sweetheart of a girl with her ever-present smile, she walked right over to me."Hi Mrs. Winston, how are you today?" "OK,' I tentatively replied, wondering of course the reason for her visit, was she Bree's slave as well? "How are you, Miss Sheff?" "Oh, exquisite ma'am," she responded cheerfully. "Bree requested that I give you this package and tell you to put in on the second you get home from work today." I reluctantly took the package and worriedly asked, "Mary Jane, Bree has you too?" Mary Jane smiled and said matter-of-factly, "Yes, she is a great mistress. Have a good day," and she bounced out cheerfully. Curiosity immediately got the best of me so I took the package into my office rather than straight home with it. Opening it, I found a cheerleader's outfit and some Hooters coloured pantyhose I sighed, wondering what new twist this indicated. Putting the box lid back on, I rushed home. During the drive home, I actually wondered how it would look on me. Excited about the prospect, I immediately ran to the bedroom upon my return. Outfit now on, I admired myself in the mirror. I especially liked how sexy my still firm legs looked in the dark mocha pantyhose. Bree seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Damn, you look both hot and slutty!" she exclaimed. I responded, "Bree, what are you doing in my house?" "I had to come and check out my new whore," she said and took a picture of me. "Stop that." Click. Bree was now right in front of me. "Nadine. I think you are incredibly hot in that outfit. It really makes me want you now. And you know I always get what I want." Her hand went to my crotch. She rubbed gently. I whimpered. "So?.we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, my sweet baby." "What does that mean?" I whispered and moaned, distracted by the hand rubbing my pantyhose-covered pussy with the still-inserted toy pushing up against my g-spot. "The easy way is you pose for me now. The hard way is I force you to." I began to say, "How will you?" when her hand, quickly went from my pussy to my tits, along with her other free hand, grabbing them both roughly, one of them even finding and pinching my nipple hard. She then demanded, "Now pose for me." She backed up and got her camera ready. Though I had no idea how to pose, I became willing to try. Bree helped with direction, "Turn around and bend over." I reluctantly did so and heard the click, click, click of the camera as she rapidly shot the photos. She instructed, "Now face me and give me a seductive look." I tried. Click, click, click. Bree previewed the photos, smiled, and announced, "Cool, these will work perfectly." She then simply walked out. I quivered with excitement, thinking about the entire cheerleading squad making me their personal sex-toy. As I orgasmed, the toy helping immensely, I realized about the toy. Why was it still in me? Just then, Bree walked back in, catching me in the aftermath of a great orgasm. A knowing smile on her face, she got on top of me and kissed me on the lips. As she did so, she reached down and retrieved the toy. "Now, are you ready to submit to me, Nadine?" As if to allure me, her finger entered my pussy, finding my g-spot and driving it crazy. I whimpered as her finger brought me close to another orgasm. As soon as she put pressure on my clit, I orgasmed again hard. "That's it bitch," Bree said and then pulled out and said, "I expect you at my house tomorrow at 7. You will wear the same outfit you are wearing now. You will crawl over to me and beg to please me." She then turned and walked out. I lay on the bed exhausted and fully satisfied in a way I had never been before. When I finally recovered, I looked at the clock, and realized Dave would be home any minute. I ran upstairs and jumped in the shower to clean up. I tossed and turned all night thinking about tomorrow; I should have been disgusted, but the feeling that filled me was anticipation. ***************************** DAY 6: FRIDAY I wore the same stay-up stockings on Friday that Carol had put on me the day before. I put on a lengthy skirt to hide them. I was a nervous wreck all morning, but began to get less nervous when none of the girls came in. I was actually left alone all morning. When I returned from lunch, however, there was a box on my desk and an envelope. I opened the envelope and read the letter: "Slut, inside the box you will find a gift. I expect you to put it in your ass right away. I expect it to stay in your ass until you get someone to take it out for you. If you disobey, you and your dyke of a daughter will be punished." I sighed and opened the box. Ironically, I was relieved to see it was a rather small little butt plug. I sucked on it a bit to get it lubricated and then slowly pushed it in my ass. It was not pleasant, and burned a bit, yet not as unpleasant or as painful as I thought it would be either. I then pondered my next move. Walking around normally when there is a plug in your ass is extremely difficult, and I was oddly relieved when I saw Kim come in with her class a little after two. As she sat at a computer, I walked over to her and asked, "Kim, can you help me in the back for a bit?" She smiled, a knowing smile, and said, "Sure" and followed me back. As I closed the door, locking it, she asked, "What do I need to retrieve?" "How did you know?" I asked. "It is one of Bree's favorite manipulation games." "Oh," I said, "I have a plug in my ass." Kim laughed and said, "Wow, and you want me, the girl you looked down upon earlier, to help you?" I put my head down and said, "Yes, please." Kim smiled and, showing a deviant side I did not think existed in the minister's daughter, she said, "On your knees, Mrs. Winston." "Excuse me?" I asked, stunned. "If you want a favor, I need a favor too," she said rather matter-of-factly. Needless to say, I got on my knees. She lifted up her skirt; she had no underwear on, and said, "Lick my pussy, Mrs. Winston." I looked up at her, pleading with my eyes for her to not make me do this, but I got no mercy. I leaned forward towards my first pussy and was pushed forward aggressively as Kim pulled my face into her cunt. She rubbed her pussy up and down on my face. Abruptly, she moved away. "Oh, how I would love to have you eat my pussy, Mrs. Winston. But unfortunately, Bree has first dibs on you." I stood back up, feeling her juice on my face. Indicating my ass, I asked desperately, "Would you please?" "Only if you promise to eat my pussy every Monday at lunch?" "Kim," I said surprised. "Oh don't Kim me," she said perturbed, "Promise me." "I promise," I whispered, desperate to commit to anything to end this uncomfortable feeling in my ass. "You promise what?" she cooed. "I promise to eat your pussy every Monday," I said in defeat. "Excellent!" she proclaimed. "Okay then, bend over, Mrs. Winston." I obeyed and she lifted up my dress and removed the plug from my ass. "Thank you," I said relieved. "You are welcome Mrs. Winston," she smirked. "See you Monday." "Um okay," I responded. "I should get back to the library, they must be wondering what we are doing back here," she said, handing me the toy that had just filled my ass, and left my office. I recovered, went to my purse to use a wipe to clean my face of Kim's pussy juice. I returned to the library and had an uneventful next couple of hours. The school day ended and I spent the next couple of hours bouncing back and forth between trying to find a way to end this and convincing myself I wasn't eager to actually submit to Bree. Friday night was Dave's bowling night, so after he left, I went to my room and dressed in the cheerleading outfit. I still wasn't sure I was going over in my mind, but my body had already decided. At five minutes to seven, I walked next door, ran actually, as I was in a cheerleader's outfit, and walked right into Bree's house. Although what I saw should have surprised me, it didn't. My daughter was on her knees eating out Bree. Bree welcomed, "Hi Nadine. Are you ready to submit to me?" I just stood there watching my daughter eat out her best friend. I should have been angry, I should have saved my daughter from such humiliation, yet the feeling burning inside me was jealousy. So although I should have said no, I should have grabbed my daughter and walked out of Bree's house, I instead silently shook my head yes. Bree gave a smirk, as she said, her tone slightly annoyed, "Use words, Mrs. Winston." "Yes," I acknowledged. "Yes, what?" she asked, her tone implying extreme impatience. "Yes, I am ready to submit to you," I declared. As soon as the words left my mouth, a great weight lifted. All the contradictory feelings faded as I accepted my fate. I looked forward to my submission. "Get on your knees." I obeyed. "Crawl to me." I looked up at Bree, just inches away from my daughter whose head was still buried between her friend's legs, pussy at work. "I thought you said you would never submit to me." "I was wrong," I said, the words barely escaping my lips. "I see. What exactly were you wrong about?" "I am a slut, just like you said," I admitted. "What makes you think that?" Bree asked. "I didn't stop you when you molested me last week, I didn't stop you from using my daughter. I allowed a minister's daughter to insert a toy inside me. I let that bitch Carol get me off in my office. I dressed like a teenager for you. I promised to eat Kim's vagina on Monday to get her to take out the anal butt plug, and now I am here on my knees to beg to service you as my daughter pleases you. How much more proof do you need?" She grabbed Katherine's head, "Take a break slut. Your mommy is going to replace you." Being called mommy had me blush red. I then, without instruction, crawled between the teen's legs. I looked up at her and begged, submitting completely to the dominant teen, "May I please eat your pussy?" Bree smiled, "You understand, don't you, that I own you as soon as your tongue touches my nectar." "Yes," I replied. "I will have you serving other girls, other boys." "Yes," I replied. "Carol has already requested you for her slumber party next weekend," she said. I looked at her, confused. "Next weekend, you will go to Carol's house. Her parents will be in Europe or something, and you will be Carol's and her friend's personal plaything," Bree explained. I looked up at her terrified, "But what about my job?" Bree smiled, "Don't worry, as long as you are a good little dyke, and do as you are told, the girls will not reveal your dirty little secret." I looked at her still frightened, my face just inches from her pussy. Then she added, as if to appease me, "I'll tell you another little secret. Ms. Martens is one of my lesbian sluts." She announced it with such pride. I heard the name and was stunned. Ms. Martens was a first year teacher who was easily the most attractive woman I have ever seen. She had all the boys drooling over her, and apparently all the girls too. "Ms Martens?" "Yes, she was a relatively easy seduction. But truthfully, you all are," she declared, treating me as just another tongue at her disposal. "Oh," I said awkwardly, mystified by this revelation. "Are you ready to taste your mistress?" Bree asked. "Yes," I said, eager to please her and desperately ready to acknowledge to her that I was ready to submit completely. She then grabbed my face and shoved it in her wet pussy. I began licking. As soon as I started, it seemed so natural. Unlike the rather distasteful taste of a cock, her pussy was sweet. I enjoyed each lick. Bree moaned from my rookie licking and suddenly I was determined to bring her an orgasm. I began to concentrate my licking on her clit, because that was what I liked. I focused on licking her for a few minutes until she pulled my head into her pussy so hard I could not breathe. The extra pressure got her off and she came all over my face. The orgasm seemed to inspire her. She stood up and ordered, "Katherine, please get me a strap-on." "Yes mistress," my daughter obeyed and went and grabbed a rather lengthy toy. Without instruction, she put the strap-on around Bree's waist. Bree looked at me briefly, then excitedly inquired, "Are you ready to be fucked, Mrs. Winston?" Seeing the huge dildo now attached to Bree's midsection, I could hardly contain myself. "Yes," I said, my pussy soaking with anticipation. Bree said, hers eyes glazed, "Quick then, lay on the bed." I quickly obeyed. She then surprised me again. She had Katherine grab something else off the table. In no time, my wrists were tied to the bed frame. She smiled at my new vulnerability and placed the cock to my face. Making an assumption, I opened my mouth. She immediately put the dildo in my mouth and briefly pumped it in and out. With another quick movement, she was suddenly off the bed, over to the table, and back again with another toy. She displayed a vibrator to me, turned it on with much aplomb, and then it was at my pussy entrance. She inserted it ever so slightly as she eyed my reaction. The teasing drove me wild instantly. Delighted it seemed, Bree asked, "Mrs. Winston, would you like to watch me fuck your daughter?" I didn't really. What I really wanted was to be fucked myself, with my daughter watching. But I knew that was not the correct answer, so I reluctantly answered, "Yes, please fuck my daughter." Bree excitedly told my beautiful daughter, "Katherine, lay down beside your mother." Katherine did so, lying on her back. Barely in position, Bree quickly moved back onto the bed and began fucking my daughter right beside me. Katherine cried out at its suddenness, though I could not tell if it was in pain or pleasure. It did not take Bree long to give another command, "Look at each other." As we did so, she asked, "Mrs. Winston, doesn't your daughter look beautiful as she takes my cock in her?" I moaned in reply, both from the dirty talk and the toy teasing me, "Yes, Katherine looks radiant." Bree began to really fuck her as Katherine stared at me. Her moans got louder, now no doubt that they were moans of pleasure. Katherine, who had been silent since I had arrived, began to get even more animated, "Oh yes, fuck me harder, mistress, make me cum, make me cum in front of mommy." I blushed as my pussy got wetter from watching the domination of my daughter. Suddenly I felt the toy shoved all the way in me and I came in seconds as Bree laughed. "You really are a slut, Nadine, getting turned on watching your daughter get fucked." I knew she was right, but I could not control it. The toy still in me kept me revved up and horny until I heard my daughter scream, "I'm cumming mistress! I'm cumming!" My daughter gave me a pleasant smile as she recovered from her orgasm. I smiled back, hoping I was next. I desperately needed to get fucked. Hard. Instead, much to my great disappointment, Bree and Katherine got dressed. Bree walked over to me calmly. She had another vibrator in her hand, a small slim one. Without warning, she slowly inserted it into my ass, and slyly whispered," We are going out to a party. We should be home in a few hours. It is time for some real cock." She then kissed me and started to leave. I pleaded with her, "Please don't leave me here alone." Bree smiled and said, "Don't worry; we will probably be back tonight. Besides, you're not completely alone. You have your two new friends in you." Then they were gone. I was alone on the bed, still tied to the bed, with two vibrating toys inside me. I lay like this, in sexual teasing hell, for over an hour until I heard a door open. I prayed it was the girls, but worried it could be Carrie. I knew her husband was out of town, so it was either her or the girls. I prayed for the girls. I listened as the footsteps pass Bree's bedroom. Now I assumed that it must be Carrie, heading for her own bedroom. I prayed that she would not think or want to check on Bree; prayed she would not come into this room. In the meantime, I desperately tried to break free from my restraints, to no avail. More minutes past until I heard footsteps again. This time I painfully listened as they stopped at Bree's door. Time seemed to stand still as the door slowly opened. When it was finally opened all the way, there stood Carrie. With what looked like a stare of amusement rather than surprise, as it should have been. I immediately tried to apologize, "Carrie, I am so sorry, I can explain." Although I really had no idea how I could explain. Carrie gave me a look, still of amusement, "You can explain why you are wearing a cheerleader's outfit? And why you are tied to my daughter's bed with," she paused as she reached the bed, "toys in both your pussy and ass?" "Well, it is a rather long story," I answered, sheepishly. She laughed, "Oh Nadine," she began, "You are so adorable." I looked at her, perplexed. "You are one of my best friends, but your purity and sincerity were always too good to be true. I had to see if you could be seduced, brought down from your high morals, turned into the slut I always thought you were deep down." Of course, she had me confused. I tried to process her words, and her bemusement. She looked at me silently, waiting for me to speak. Finally it hit me. I stammered "Y-y-you planned this?" "Not really. I knew that Bree and your daughter had become intimate and that Bree liked to be in control, like I do, and so I suggested she attempt to seduce you. She eagerly agreed and the plan was put into action. I don't know what it is but older women like you are simply prey for my daughter." Carrie dropped her robe to the floor. She was as naked as the day she was born. She casually walked to the bed and immediately her hand went to the vibrator in my pussy. As she began to slowly move it in and out she cooed, "Are you ready to please me now, Nadine?" I moaned my head a cloud of confusion, as I finally came to grips with what had happened to me. "Why would you do this to me?" She continued moving the toy in and out, in and out ever so slowly, and nicely, and replied, "Many reasons really. I wanted to see if it was possible first of all. You see, I have always found you incredibly attractive. My fantasy to have you as my personal plaything became too overwhelming not to try." "But we are friends," I said. "Yes, but I wanted to be friends and lovers. And now we can be," she responded, as she straddled my face. She then lowered her pussy onto my lips. I willingly began licking it. She, in turn, leaned forward to keep fucking me slowly with the toy. After only a few seconds of steady fucking, I came hard, my scream muffled by Carrie's pussy. To return the favor, I licked as best as I could from my awkward position. Even after my orgasm, she kept fucking me with the toy and I kept cumming. I had four, maybe five orgasms, before I finally brought my neighbor to even one of her own. As her juices soaked my face, I felt her grab the toy in my ass and pushed it in deeper, deeper than I could even begin to explain. Then she just held it there. The mixture of pleasure and pain was impossible to explain, but it concluded with me having the biggest orgasm I have ever felt. Carrie finally got off me and said, "You have quite the pussy trigger girl. How many orgasms did you have anyhow?" I shrugged, beginning to finally catch my breath, "I don't know, but I assure you I never came like that before." She smiled as she reached for her robe. "I think you will make a very good little pussy pleaser." I said nothing, getting excited again from the two toys still inside me. As her daughter had done earlier, she then began to leave. I asked desperately, though perhaps with less desperation than earlier," Are you not going to untie me?" "No," she said matter-of-factly, "The night is still young." She smiled, a deviant smile, and left the room. An hour passed, another orgasm shaking me as I waited. I heard the front door open and close, and heard the girls giggling as they came up the stairs. When they entered the room, they began kissing as if I was not there. Bree finally broke the kiss when Carrie entered the room. "Hi mom," Bree said. "Hi sweetie," Carrie replied. "So did you have a go with our new slut?" Bree asked. "Sure did," Carrie responded, "She will be a very good addition to our little lesbian harem." Bree sat on the edge of the bed, opened her legs and Katherine, without instruction, crawled between them. Carrie watched with amusement. Bree smiled, "Indeed she will, Mother. But now it is time for her initiation." She turned to me and continued, "You see, Mrs. Winston, with every new slave, there is a clear initiation in order to become my slave." After accepting my fate the past few hours, I would not have thought fear could again enter the equation, but it did. It came back with a vengeance. What did she mean? I wondered. "There is?" I questioned. "Indeed there is, Mrs. Winston, especially since you played so dignified and prudishly during your seduction. Therefore, I have a task for you." Of course I was confused. My attempts at dignity were real. And prudish? Well, I guess in the context of my previous ignorance of what my body may have desired that I had continually denied, I supposed so. Resigned therefore at least for the moment, I turned to Bree to inquire what I must do as my initiation. My feelings went from fear to wonderment to horror and shock when she blurted bluntly and unhesitatingly, "I want you to go to your next door neighbor and ask for batteries for this. Be sure to tell her why you need them." She handed me what had to be at least an 8-inch pink vibrator. Aghast I was, putting it mildly, almost screaming, "You want me to go to Joan's, dressed like this, and borrow batteries for a vibrator." She just nodded. "Dressed like this?" I repeated exasperatedly, as Carrie untied me. "Yes," she moaned. I got the idea her moan was both from my daughter's tongue on her pussy and the power she was feeling over me. "Oh my God, Nadine, your daughter really eats pussy well. Now hurry up," she groaned. Fascinating that in her ecstasy, she was able to add a threat. "If I don't have that to fuck your daughter, I will have to call up Walker." That was a fate I would do almost anything to prevent my daughter from having to endure. So I took the vibrator as Bree gave me final instructions "Make sure to tell Joan that I am your mistress if she asks. Oh, and offer to please her in any way she wishes." "I can't do?" I began, but was interrupted. "Do I have to call Walker? I bet he would love to fuck a teacher," Bree said threateningly. I sighed and left as Bree moaned, "Keep licking slut." As I walked slowly past my house and towards my neighbor's, I considered the situation. Joan was a single 30-ish black woman, a lawyer by profession. Being single, I kept thinking to myself, could she be attuned to any of these neighbourhood goings-on? I kind of hoped for that as I knocked on her door and waited. Joan opened the door and looked at me, a surprised and somewhat shocked look rather than the understanding one I had hoped for. As she obviously eyed my appearance with a look that said, "Why the fuck are you wearing a cheerleader outfit?", she gathered herself and spoke in a neighborly way, "Hi, Nadine." I blurted quickly, "Hi Joan. Can I borrow some batteries for this toy?" Joan looked at me now with the more stunned look I had expected in the first place. I think she responded more to get me off her entryway than anything, "Um ok. Come on in." As soon as I entered, I handed Joan the toy. She seemed to look at it as if it were a natural thing to be handed by a neighbor wearing a cheerleading outfit and needing batteries. I'm not sure what I would have done under the same circumstances, but she just took it, casually glanced at my outfit again and told me she would be right back. I did find myself standing there rather ashamedly, now that I had time to think about it. But she came back, still acting natural as can be as she finished inserting the batteries. She then turned it on to make sure it worked, "Seems to works now," she remarked, again casual as can be. "But I have to ask, Nadine, why are you in a cheerleading outfit?" Although I considered going into a long explanation, a lying one, to try to explain, I went with the truth instead, "Bree made me." I also still clung to the hope that Joan would understand right away. Maybe Joan was a Bree slave as well. "She made you?" "Yes," I said, and then I really came out with the truth, "I can't explain it, but Bree is my mistress, and I must obey everything she requests." "Really?" Joan queried, lengthening that 'really' to indicate that she thought she was being put on. "Oh, yes, really Joan" I said. And now I really pushed the envelope, "Oh, and I almost forgot, I am supposed to ask if you could use my services." I actually attempted to offer seductively, as if I was absolutely willing. "Excuse me?" she asked, her tone telling me she clearly was not Bree's slave. I stepped it up a further notch, now confident and convinced that she saw my outfit as one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. In retrospect, maybe the toys still both in me had me so horny that they swayed my judgment. "Yes, Joan," I boldly went on, "I would love to eat your pussy." Joan, in no uncertain terms, demanded, "I think you should leave now, Nadine!" "Ok," I said, trying to sound put off myself. "Sorry to bother you." I left, now feeling humiliated. She was my neighbor, I saw her often. How was I ever going to be able to look her in the eye again? I also had a fear that Joan might tell my husband or worse, the school. Those thoughts did not last long. As soon as I returned to Bree's bedroom, she took the now operating vibrator and immediately pushed it into my daughter's pussy; she was now on her knees between Carrie's legs. Carrie smiled at me, "Your daughter has an amazing tongue, Nadine. You really should try it one day." I said nothing; although I would be lying if I said watching my daughter in her complete submission, had not turned me on again. As soon as Carrie had an obviously terrific orgasm, both she and her daughter put on strap-on cocks. Bree lay on the bed, her six inch cock standing straight up. She demanded, "Nadine, over here now." I walked over to her. Bree said, "Katherine, please take out the toys in your mother." Katherine obeyed. Bree instructed my daughter, "Get the camera." Without instruction I straddled Bree's plastic cock, lowering my body onto the toy. When it was completely in me, I felt Carrie push me forward. Soon I felt a slim toy slide into my ass. I looked at Katherine who was videotaping her mother's first ever double penetration. The double fucking had me horny in seconds and I decided fuck it. Looking right at the camera, I uttered in my most sensual voice, "Oh yes, fuck my ass Mistress, show my daughter what a whore I am." I leaned forward and kissed Bree and when I broke it I grunted from the hard ass fucking, "Thank you for making me your whore. I will never disobey you." I looked in the camera and said, "I will do anything. " I then looked directly at my daughter, allowing my words and intentions to just soak in. I screamed another orgasm as Bree said, "Are you suggesting you want to fuck your daughter, Nadine?" "No," I moaned, "I want to be her slave as well." Bree looked at Katherine and asked, "Do you want mommy as your own sex slave?" Katherine gave a smile so devious I could not believe it was her as she said, "Oh yes, mommy will make a great little dyke for me." Carrie fucked me to another orgasm before pulling out. I fell forward and Bree's cock slipped out of my well used pussy. Carrie surprised me and everyone else when she commanded, "Bree, get over here and eat your mother." Bree, for the first time, looked surprised. This was clearly new to her. She did not move at first, but Carrie sternly ordered, "Now, slut." Bree looked wounded, but obeyed and moved between her mother's legs. Carrie gave Katherine a nod and Katherine said, "Mommy, get over here and please your daughter." I quickly obeyed and dove between my daughter's luscious legs. As soon as I licked her pussy I knew this submission was what I wanted. I licked slowly, savoring the aroma and nectar of my daughter. I don't know how long I was between my daughter's legs, but it was a long time, before she came. I allowed her orgasm to subside, and then I moved up and kissed her passionately. I heard moaning and turned to see Bree getting fucked by her mother. Carrie said, "Why don't you two go home and get better acquainted. My daughter here needs a long night of training," she said as she continued to thrust the strap-on into her daughter. I said, "Yes Mistress, but Mistress Bree?" "Byyyyy," she moaned, as her mother fucked her, "I still own you." "Understood," I said as my daughter took my hand and we returned home for a long night of incestuous pleasure. ***************************** Present Day That was just a year ago. Since then I have pleasured so many pussies (and a few cocks) that even guessing an exact number would be preposterous. Katherine and I would sleep in the same bed whenever Dave went out of town. He still does not know. My life changed on May 23rd of last year. I went from a prim and proper mother and wife to a cunt-licking, extremely submissive, anal loving, servant to my daughter, Bree, Carrie and many others. The barbeque is about to start, I need to get outside and host. I have no idea what Bree, Katherine or Carrie have planned for me today, but I can't wait to find out. ********** Did you enjoy my slut's descent into submission? I bet you did. Nadine has indeed turned into one of my best behaved MILF sluts. And although she doesn't know it, tonight her husband will find out the truth. What can I say, I'm a bitch. Well that is the story of just one of my many MILF sluts. If you're curious to hear about my many other conquests, drop me a line. I could tell you about Ms. Martens (the other teacher in this story); I could tell you about the judge who submitted to me; I could tell you about the bitchy pretentious sorority mother who became the sorority pet; I could tell you about the cop who pulled me over for rolling a stop sign and ended up handcuffed in our sorority house; I could tell you about the pop star I got a backstage pass to meet (how I got the passes are another story actually) and how she ended up between my legs; or I could tell you about turning the tables on my mother and making her my fucking slut. So many stories?and they are only just beginning? Anyway, I got to get back to the barbeque; it is going to be a very interesting night. THE END