Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2011 10:34:21 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Sandra's Fantasy - Chapter 5

Sandra's Fantasy - Chapter 05
By Sandra and Tappy McWidestance
Editing and Continuity by Lisa Jones

*** Rose's POV ***

I hung up the phone with my mother. She drank occasionally but going out
and getting smashed seemed a little strange for her. But considering her
other recent changes in behavior, I guess partying a bit wasn't too
bad. I'd been studying her new online persona and the websites she has been
visiting and I confess I'd started to get turned on by some of the
activities discussed. I started to do a little research into dominance and
submission. I still didn't quite understand how my mom fit into this
lifestyle, but I could see myself enjoying it. I had always been very
sexual growing up. But I was raised to be a "good girl" and told that "good
girls" don't go to bed with a boy on the first date. Well they don't go to
bed until they are married was the official position although my mom was
always realistic enough to also tell me to make sure I practiced safe sex
and only had sex with someone I could see getting married to someday.

Throughout college I had several partners but always tried to protect my
reputation as somebody who didn't sleep around. This was in stark contrast
to most of my friends who seemed to be screwing somebody new every
weekend. I always looked at them with a bit of jealousy because I loved sex
and secretly wished I could be more like them. But my parents had been so
resolute that I shouldn't act that way that I never did.

Now all of a sudden, I found my mother acting in a most provocative
way. Jeannie had sent me pictures that she said she found on mom's
PC. Although the subject was blindfolded which hid her identity, I was sure
it was my mom. I struggled to imagine why my mom was dressed as she was or
acting at the obvious direction of another woman.  Although I didn't
understand it, I found myself becoming aroused thinking about being in that
situation. Throughout school I'd never had any bisexual urges, but after
reading so many stories of women submitting to other women and even
watching some lesbian videos, I have to admit I was curious. I was also
curious if that was the reason Jeannie had sent me the pictures. I wondered
if she was interested in me the way I suddenly found myself interested in
her.

I'd come over to my mom's house this morning to try and get a read on her
to see if these changes were real or just something that she did as an
experiment or a lark. After I hung up my cell phone I quickly found the
hide-a-key and walked into the house. Even though I had lived in that house
for over a decade, since I didn't live there anymore I felt like I was
sneaking around as I made my way to the living room and to her
computer. Fortunately it had been in standby mode saving me a couple of
minutes from the boot time.

Jeannie had told me about a hidden folder she found called Nicole. A quick
search exposed the true depth of my mother's depravity. There were more
pictures just like those Jeannie had sent me but also a number of files
called VID00001, VID00002, etc. I double clicked on the first file. A
high-def image of my mom dressed like she was in the pictures filled the
screen. My heart skipped a beat when I realized my mom had also made a
dirty movie. I checked the timestamp on the files. The last one was created
only three hours ago and had been copied to the hard drive just over two
hours ago. So this was what she had been up to last night. I quickly shut
the video player. I would have been mortified to have my mom catch me
watching her.

I momentarily listened and could still hear the sound of water running from
upstairs. She must still be in the shower, I thought. I looked at the
Nicole directory again. I had brought a thumb drive in case I found
anything interesting. I wasn't big enough to hold all the video files so I
just grabbed the first one, one from the middle and the last one.  As I
started the copy process I was shocked to see how long it would take to
transfer 8 GB to the thumb drive. Maybe half was through I heard the water
stop. I started to panic. I debated hitting cancel and just taking what I
had, but I still had the last file to go and I wanted to see the climax to
whatever mom did last night. I listened for any signs of her coming
downstairs. Fortunately she was taking her time getting dressed. Finally
the file finished copying. I ejected the thumb drive and put it back in my
pocket. I then cleared the document history and put the computer back in
standby. It turns out I didn't have to rush as my mom took another five
minutes to come downstairs. Even then my heart was still pounding as I
wondered what I would see on the videos when I got home.

*** Sandra's POV ***

Removing the latex proved to be more of a challenge than Nicole had led me
to believe. Maybe it would be easier for two people, but I struggled. I
turned the shower on while I was still trying to peel the cat suit off my
body. I hated to see the latex end up in the garbage can. I certainly had
enjoyed wearing it. I made a mental note to order some for myself. My
shower felt wonderful as the hot drops of water cascaded over my naked
body. I was exhausted. The short nap had done little to restore my
vitality, but at least the shower would allow me to face Rose. After she
left I could crash.

I tried to put on an "everything is alright" look after my shower. I got
dressed in my running clothes as if I was going to work out. I'd already
admitted I'd been out drinking so Rose would be expecting me to do
something to counteract the effects of my night before. All I had to do was
keep her believing I'd just been out drinking and dancing and hide the
truth from her.

I made my way downstairs. Rose was sitting in the living room. For a brief
moment I had a flash that she'd been on my computer and found my secret
stash. I glanced discretely at the PC and saw the power was off. I guess I
had worried about nothing. We began our usual mother/daughter chatter. She
never did say why she came over so early. She did ask where my car was
since she didn't see it in the driveway. My garage is used primarily for
storage so it is not often I can park inside.

I realized it was still at the hotel. Fortunately my alibi for last night
that I had been drinking easily explained my missing car.  I told her that
I'd gone out with friends. I'd parked at the hotel where we all met and
then took a cab home because I was too drunk to drive. I hoped this made me
sound responsible although why we would have met at a hotel instead of the
bar remained a mystery. Rose seemed to buy my story and offered to give me
a ride to pick up my car. All I really wanted to do was sleep, but instead
I grabbed my purse, car keys and off we went.

*** Rose's POV ***

I was amused by my mother's attempt to hide the truth from me. If I didn't
know what she really had done last night I would have believed her story. I
was interested in how she got home from the hotel if she didn't drive. I
wished we had the close intimate relationship which would have just let me
ask her who she was really with last night and what happened. But we
don't. We drove to the hotel with the conversation focused on my job and
how I was getting along. My mom looked so different right now compared to
the pictures I'd seen. As we pulled up to the hotel my mind was racing. The
last time she'd been here she had been covered head to toe in latex. I had
a devilish thought. I told her we should go inside for breakfast. I'm sure
that was the last thing on her mind, but playing the part of "normal mom" I
knew she wouldn't be able to say no.

*** Sandra's POV ***

This morning was going from bad to worse. I was exhausted and almost had my
daughter catch me in my latex cat suit. Now she wanted to get breakfast at
the scene of my lust fueled night of depravity. What could I say? "Sorry
hon. I can't go inside there again after last night?" No that wouldn't
work. My only hope was nobody who worked the night shift was still on
duty. I agreed to her plan to grab breakfast. I offered to take her to a
restaurant nearby that I knew. I was lying about knowing a place but I was
sure we could find something. She insisted on just eating here since it
would be quick so inside we went.

I looked around the lobby. It seemed total different from when I walked in
about 12 hours earlier. The first time I walked in I was dressed elegantly
and was the personification of a professional woman. By the time I walked
out I was a wanton pussy slave desperate for an orgasm. It is funny how
life can change so fast. This morning I was just a regular woman having
breakfast with her daughter. We sat in the restaurant and ate. I just had
coffee and toast. Rose had an omelet. I tried to stay focused but my mind
was wandering to thoughts of last night. From where I was seated in the
restaurant I could see the door to the bar. I thought of Liz and how well
she had fucked me. I thought of how well I had cum sitting on her
strap-on. I could feel my pussy moistening as Rose continued to talk about
her job.

I tried to focus on the conversation but when I looked up, I saw Erin
walking pass the restaurant. Apparently her shift was finally over. I was
staring straight at her and caught her eye. She smiled back at me with a
knowing smile but kept walking. Rose noticed me not paying attention to her
and turned to see who I was looking at. She only saw the back of Erin's
head, but when she turned back I could tell she knew something was up.

I was thankful she didn't press me on who I was looking at. In fact we
didn't talk much about what I'd done the night before at all. After she
finished eating I paid the check and we walked back outside. I thanked her
for giving me the ride and told her to stop by again soon. I was anxious to
get away from her and get back home, but I had to hide my
emotions. Fortunately she just gave me a hug and got in her car. I breathed
a big sigh of relief.

*** Jeannie's POV ***

I was in a deep sleep when I heard my cell phone ringing. I'd been up way
too late last night. After I got home from the hotel I planted the pictures
on Sandra's computer and then emailed them to Rose as Nicole had
instructed. I was so horny from being part of the plan that I then spent
the next hour diddling myself to several nice climaxes. I'd fallen asleep
but woke when Nicole called that Liz was on her way over with the video
files. I yawned through most of the conversation. Nicole called me a
lightweight for not being able to go all night.

I waited outside for Liz to arrive. I took the SD cards from her and
quickly went into Sandra's house using my own key. I knew I had time, but I
didn't procrastinate and quickly got the files copied to where they
belonged. I looked at my watch when I was done. I figured I had at least 20
minutes before Sandra would be brought home. I double clicked on the last
file. It was the one where Sandra was getting double fucked by Nicole and
Liz. I was jealous. The look of pure lust and sexual hunger on her face
really got to me.  If I had more time I would have masturbated right on her
couch. But I had a deadline so I quickly retrieved the SD card and shut
down the PC. I then made sure the lights were off and went out the back
door sneaking between our yards and into my own house just as Nicole's car
arrived. I crept into our living room so as not to wake my parents and
watched through the window as Nicole left Sandra on her front lawn. Again I
felt jealous as I could sense the passion in the kiss Nicole laid on her
new sub.

I was in the dark of the living room with my hand down my pants as I
watched Nicole leave and Sandra realize she was on her front lawn. I wanted
so badly to run outside and grab her. There was no doubt in my mind she
would have done anything I told her. Instead I stuck to the plan of using
Sandra to get to Rose, although I did rush upstairs to finish what I had
begun. The video Nicole provided proved to be most inspirational along with
the audio of Sandra screaming in ecstasy playing in my headphones.

*** Rose's POV ***

I could hardly wait to get back to my apartment and watch my mom's video. I
was already pulling off my clothes before my apartment door had shut all
the way. The couple of minutes it took my computer to boot seemed like an
eternity. I didn't need any foreplay. My fingers were in my pussy and
rubbing my clit from the moment I double clicked.

I came a total of three times, once on each file. I didn't understand why
my mom was doing what she did in the first two but that didn't stop me from
wishing it was me in her place. The final file where she is fucked by two
women at the same time didn't need an explanation. She was obviously so hot
she would do anything. I too was that hot. If either of the women fucking
my mom were to walk in the door right then I would have tackled them and
forced them to do me.

Suddenly her motivation hit me like a ton of bricks. My mum had brought me
up to be "good" and, I'm sure, back then she was also "good". But now, by
submitting to this "Rubber Girl", by playing along, she was effectively
being given permission to indulge all those suppressed desires she'd had
for so long, suppressed desires I, unknown to both of us, shared with
her. If I too would make that first step, if I too could allow another to
decide my actions, then I too would be able to indulge the way she so
obviously was. I could break free of my miss goody two shoes repression and
really live my dreams. I decided then and there that I would have to find
someone to share my new few found sense of adventure. Jeannie was the
obvious choice. She'd already told me she found an email that my mom's new
friend was coming over Friday night. I began to hatch a plan to spy on them
with Jeannie. If I could get her excited, maybe I could talk her into
trying some of the things my mom so obviously enjoyed with me.


*** Sandra's POV ***

I didn't do much else on Saturday. I mainly tried to recover from Friday
night. Late Saturday night I did send Mistress D a complete recap about
what happened to me, but we didn't chat. I wondered what she would think of
my committing myself to another mistress in real life. I didn't hear back
from her on Sunday. I didn't hear from Mistress Nicole either. Life seemed
to be returning to normal as another work week began. I was fairly focused
on my job that day, although I must admit I did have more than a few
passing thoughts about my Friday adventure throughout the course of the
afternoon.

When I got home and logged onto my computer I found a message from Mistress
D. She wanted to chat that night at 9. Our conversation was centered on her
making sure this was the lifestyle that I really wanted. She told me my
escapades sounded exciting, but she wanted me to be sure I knew what I was
agreeing to when I told Mistress Nicole I'd be her slave. I told her not to
worry. She appeared not to be convinced.

"Sandra, you have to be prepared to do anything Nicole will ask of you,"
she told me. "She's already shared you with one person at a time but what
if she brings in 5 or 10 people? Are you willing to get gang banged for
her?"

I didn't type a response right away, but I was definitely thinking. I
wasn't sure how I would react to that scenario.

"What if she has a boyfriend? Are you just attracted to women as a
submissive or are you willing to surrender to a guy? How would you react if
she beat you, teased you and didn't let you cum? What if she forced you to
perform live for an audience instead of just on video?"

Mistress D continued to ask very probing questions. I did my best to answer
them honestly. There was a couple I had to reply I simply would not do. But
for the most part, I had to admit to both of us that I was willing to do
almost anything for her. I'm sure Mistress D was wishing our relationship
was more than cyber. I'd never seen her but I'm sure she would want me.

In the end Mistress D told me that I'd make a fine slave and that she was
sure Nicole would be very pleased with me. She concluded our chat by
repeating the instructions she had given me before to always treat my
superiors with the utmost respect and to obey without question. She also
told me it was inappropriate for her to give me any more tasks as I was now
dedicated to another, but it I ever needed advice or wanted to write her a
juicy email about my exploits she was happy to read it. I was disappointed,
of course, as I'd come to rely on her counsel and always enjoyed completing
the tasks she would give me, but I could see her point too. In practical
terms it's tough to serve two mistresses.

After our chat concluded I took a spin around my favorite story site
looking for new publications. My mind really wasn't into it,
however. Nicole had not ordered me not to play with myself, but somehow I
knew I shouldn't without her permission.  I was just about to retire for
the night when I received an email from her.

"Dear Slave," the message began. "I look forward to having you serve me
again on Friday. I want you hot and ready for action. Each night this week
before bed I want you to masturbate yourself right to the verge of cumming
and then stop. Do the same thing in the morning when you get up and before
lunch and dinner. Obviously this means you need to play with yourself at
work or someplace close by. On Friday I'm not sure when I can get to your
house, but I want you to be prepared for me. You should be keeping your
pussy shaved for me, but in case you forgot, make sure you are smooth and
clean, inside and out for both your slutty holes."

I already had my hand in my panties at this point reading her message. She
obviously had plans for my ass. I wondered why she would want to wait to
Friday.

"Dress in the robe you were wearing last time I was at your house along
with stockings and heels and nothing else. You know how I like you to
look. Make sure your pussy is slick and ready. Have your toy collection on
the dining room table for inspection. Leave the front door unlocked. When
the door opens, assume the presentation position. Don't disappoint me."

The email left no room for discussion. It was also deviously vague on
details. The take away I got was to tease myself all week and then to wait
for my mistresses to arrive and make me act like a depraved slut. That
certainly didn't sound bad at all. But what time would she arrive? She
didn't say. How was I going to be sure I was wet and ready for her? And
what was up with putting my toy collection on display? Did she expect me to
sit around waiting for her while looking at my toys desperate to play with
them but only able to give myself just enough pleasure to stay aroused? I
don't even know why I had to question her. As soon as I had that thought I
knew the answer was yes. As soon as I was home from work I would have to
eat quickly and then get ready. I'd probably have to sit looking at my toys
for hours as my arousal built until once again Mistress Nicole could use my
lust to control me. I was already getting excited at the prospect.

*** Rose's POV ***

I'd been running different plans through my head of how to seduce Jeannie
when I received an email from her. She'd been remotely snooping on my mom's
PC again and forwarded an email from someone called "Mistress Nicole"
detailing plans for her meeting with my mom next Friday. I immediately
replied to Jeannie asking if she wanted to help me spy on my mom and
"figure out" what was going on.

My plan was simple. With Jeannie's help I would spy on my mom. Hopefully
Jeannie would get as excited as I knew I would be. I'd give her subtle
hints that I was getting aroused watching my mom and see if she was willing
to take me to bed. I knew Jeannie could at times be aggressive but at other
times was pretty passive. I wasn't sure which side of her personality might
come out in bed, but I felt much more comfortable being with somebody I
knew for my first lesbian (and hopefully first submissive) sexual
experience. I knew I couldn't just come out and ask her to fuck me, but if
I made myself attractive enough to her and made sure she knew I was
willing, perhaps she would respond. If she wasn't interested, at least I
wouldn't be as embarrassed as I would be if I just came out and told her I
wanted her and then she rejected me.

*** Sandra's POV ***

This week had been the longest of my life. Monday night and Tuesday morning
I'd masturbated as Nicole had ordered me to do. It was frustrating to stop
right before I climaxed, but I kept telling myself I wanted to please her
and that made it a little easier.  Tuesday at work was another story. As
Nicole had instructed I needed to find a safe place to play with myself
around lunchtime. The obvious place was the bathroom. I locked myself into
one of the stalls and hiked up my skirt. Pulling the elastic from panties
aside it was easy enough to get a couple of fingers into my pussy. I have
to confess I'd been wet for the better part of an hour just thinking about
playing with myself at work. I quickly realized the Machiavellian nature of
Nicole's plan. At home I could moan all I wanted as I worked myself into a
frenzy. In the office, I didn't have that option. She knew I was screamer,
but the near constant flow of women into the bathroom at the noon hour
meant I'd have to stifle any sounds coming from my stall. I think that was
more frustrating than not allowing myself to cum.

I couldn't quite bring myself to the edge of ecstasy like I did at home. I
was too worried about having the nastiness of being in public push me over
the brink. But I got close and I knew that after a few more days of this
I'd be willing to do anything. I even began to doubt the tasks I'd told
Mistress D was off limits would remain that way. If Mistress Nicole order
me to do them, I'm pretty sure I would.

I stood up and smoothed out my skirt as best I could. I took a deep breath,
flushed the toilet so people would think I'd just peed and walked out to
the sink. There were two other women standing at the sink. I knew they
really couldn't know what I had been doing, but in my mind I pictured a
look of disgust on their faces proving they recognized who I was and what
I'd done. I quickly began to wash my hands to cleanse away any scent of my
aroused pussy. Looking at my face in the mirror I saw the flush of sexual
excitement. But again I wasn't sure if that was real or just my
perception. Thankfully neither of the two women said anything before they
walked out. I took another deep breath. I'd survived.

As I said Monday night and Tuesday morning were not too bad. Tuesday
afternoon was tough. The excitement of masturbating in public fuelled
Tuesday's dinner session with my fingers and each of my next two sessions
in bed. It was getting harder and harder to not allow myself the luxury of
cumming. Wednesday in the bathroom at work seemed twice as hard as
Tuesday. My perception was there were more people waiting for the stalls,
more people who could hear me struggling to be quiet and more people who
knew exactly what I was doing. Of course that was probably all in my mind,
but it was unbelievably exciting nonetheless. I tossed and turned Wednesday
night trying to decide if I could cum without Mistress Nicole finding
out. I wanted to believe I was a good enough liar to get away with it. On
the other hand she was a very good mistress and probably could tell
instantly.  After my Thursday morning session I was a wreck. I considered
calling in sick because all I could think about was my pussy and my growing
need for satisfaction.

I decided I had to get out of the office for lunch Thursday. There is a
mall near our building which had a food court. More importantly I knew the
bathrooms were fairly isolated at the edges of the mall. I was less than
confident in my ability to control my lust and I didn't want to cum in the
office. In retrospect the mall was a poor choice. The bathrooms were
perfectly isolated. In fact, I had the whole thing to myself. This meant I
could moan (discreetly) and didn't have to worry about getting caught. But
it also meant my mind could run wild with nasty thoughts of the vicious
things Nicole might do to me tomorrow. My typical slow build to orgasm was
nearly instant. After just a few strokes of my clit I felt a strong
contraction through my body. I had to brace myself with both arms against
the stall walls. I remember thinking I'd already pushed my body too far and
that I would cum without touching myself again.

Then a miracle happened. I heard the bathroom door open and a couple of
young girls, high school probably based on the giggle, walked in. This
allowed my mind to focus on them instead of the pulsation between my
legs. By the time they finished using the stalls on either side of me, I
had calmed down just enough to pull up my panties and make myself
presentable. I waited until they walked out of the bathroom to exit the
stall. This time my reflection in the mirror clearly showed the flush of
sexual excitement. My new look was not simply my perception anymore. I took
a few deep breaths, washed my hands and splashed some water on my
face. Only one more day of this too go I kept repeating to myself.

*** Jeannie's POV ***

Nicole had copied me in on her instructions to Sandra and Rose had replied
very quickly about her plan to spy on her mother. To me this was a sign
that she was really interested in what her mom was doing. That was also a
red flag to me to have my act in order. I talked to Nicole and we decided
it would be fun to give Rose just a taste of what her mom was doing and
then I should get her up to my room to spy on mom in her bedroom. Nicole,
in her disguise as Mistress D, had told me how much Sandra had enjoyed
watching me undress. This time she would make sure Sandra was the center of
attention and that Rose and I could watch from my darkened room.  Nicole
told me she would be over between 10 and 10:30 but that Erin would probably
get there by 9:15. She told me to have Rose arrive no later than 8:30 so
she could have her excitement build even as her mother's did. I told her I
would and created a fake email claiming the party would be starting at
8:45. Rose told me she could be there by 8:30 and would park around the
corner so her mom would not see her car.

*** Sandra's POV ***

Friday was hell. I wasn't getting anything done at work. My mind was only
focusing on sex. My panties had been soaked all day. I didn't even bother
going to the bathroom to masturbate. I just reached under my skirt at my
desk and tapped my clit three or four times. That was enough to make me
squirm. I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming in orgasmic
pleasure. Once again I was out of control on a Friday. I called my boss and
told her I was sick and had to go home. How I managed to drive safely is a
mystery. They say texting and driving isn't safe but neither is thinking
about how your mistress might fuck you either. My car reeked of female
arousal by the time I got home. I was scarcely through the door before I
was pulling my clothes off.

Per Mistress Nicole's demands I'd been keeping my pussy shaved smooth, but
I wanted to shave it again for tonight. The struggle not to play with
myself while I tended to my hygiene needs was the hardest thing I'd ever
done. As I pulled on my stockings and put on my red high heeled pumps I was
overcome with a wave of lust and a pressing need for sexual satisfaction. I
slipped on my silk robe and walked downstairs in an effort to take my mind
off my boiling pussy. But it wasn't that easy. The living room had the
computer and TV calling out to me. The kitchen reminded me of the first
time Nicole had looked at me as a sexual object when she called the pizza
shop. Even the dining room was now a parlor of desire as I setup my
collection of dildos, vibrators and assorted other toys I'd collected since
my divorce. I knew by Nicole's standard at the hotel my collection was
pretty tame, but as I positioned them standing up in a line, they looked
like a fun evening. As I had been taught, I left the blinds open so as not
to hide my shame. I'd gotten better about showing who I was to anybody who
wanted to know, but I still hated the idea of a neighbor being able to see
my collection.

I sat down in the living room and tried to calm down. It was only 2pm in
the afternoon.  I knew Nicole wouldn't arrive for hours. I also knew if I
so much as touched my pussy I would cum. I needed to figure of some way to
prevent that, but to also keep my arousal high just in case she popped in
early. In the end I decided to boot up my computer and setup a playlist
with my favorite porn videos. I had downloaded a collection of clips of
various activities that interested me. All told it was about three hours
worth. After clicking play, I secured my wrists behind my back with one of
my more recent acquisitions, a set of chrome handcuffs with a safety
release. Sitting on the couch I could not touch myself nor could I stop the
playback without a serious contortion. I was horrified by the requirement
to leave my living room blinds open. At least Nicole had not ordered me to
open the windows. My pussy bouquet would have floated outside like the
aroma of buttered popcorn outside a movie theatre. As it was anybody
walking down the street could see what I was watching if they bothered to
look. I hoped the sun's glare off my windows would discourage that, but I
had a sinking feeling that I was going to get busted by somebody.

*** Rose's POV ***

I'd come home early from work. I was too distracted thinking about Jeannie
to be very effective anyway. I wanted to dress sexy for her but not be too
overt in case I had misread her intentions. I felt like I was back in high
school dressing up for a date. With my training as a "good girl" I had
always dressed fairly conservatively but I would try to have something just
a bit out of place that I would hope my date would find.

I decided to wear my typical club clothes for Jeannie. She wouldn't be
surprised if I wore a modest skirt with a side slit. I usually wore that
when we went dancing only tonight I was hoping her hand would be taking
advantage of the easy access instead of my fending off some guy. I thought
about what little treat I could wear for her and decided on sliding a lacy
garter up onto my thigh. If her hands ended up where I hoped they would, I
wanted to see the look on her face when she found my surprise.

Up top I wore a simple light blue blouse. It was a little more shear than I
normally wore to the club and I purposely left my bra in my dresser
drawer. I'm not blessed with large enough breasts that I really need one
anyway. I usually wear it just to hide my nipples. Tonight I didn't care
about that. I wanted her to see me and how excited I anticipated I'd be.

For shoes I put on my tennis shoes. Although I was getting very excited my
mind was still focused on my plan of spying on my mom. I wasn't about to
creep around her house in heels. I grabbed my dancing shoes too, a modest
heeled pump that I could still move pretty well in, and headed out. I
intended to maintain the illusion that I planned to go dancing with her as
long as I could.

I was almost out the door when I decided to add one more item. I had a thin
man's tie that matched my skirt's color. It was long as if it was designed
for somebody very tall and it was made of silk. I picked it up in a resale
shop some time ago thinking I'd wear it as an accessory someday but had
never worn it. I'd heard that a man's tie was really just a way to draw
attention to his penis. Well I don't know about that, but after I put it on
it did point to my pussy. I wondered if Jeannie would take the hint.

*** Sandra's POV ***

My self imposed three hours of watching lesbian domination videos had the
desired effect of keeping my pussy warm, wet and inviting. But it did
little to ease my growing sense of anxiety. It was now a little after 5 and
I guessed I still had a few hours to go before Nicole would arrive. I
decided I had to at least try to do some of my "normal" routine to both
kill some time and to keep myself from going insane with lust. I started by
dusting the furniture. I always kept the house neat and tidy but since I
was having guests an extra quick polish of the tables and shelves was
appropriate. Unfortunately that only took about 20 minutes. I guessed I
should vacuum. I felt like I was in a bad housewives movie as I paraded
throughout the house in my sexy robe with only stockings underneath while
tending to the carpet. I felt like a kept woman doing the household chores
with my breasts swinging free under the silk covering I was wearing and my
pussy slick and constantly demanding attention. I have to admit I liked the
feeling. I could see spending the day keeping the house clean for my
mistress so she could come home after a hard day's work to a happy home and
a grateful slave. My mind began to drift back into its fantasy world. Once
again I was struggling to keep my fingers away from my sexual core. I was
upstairs cleaning my bedroom and I thought I heard the doorbell over the
din of the vacuum. I turned off the motor and listened. The doorbell rang
again. Who could it be? Nicole had told me to leave the door unlocked for
her and I had. She would have just walked in. I prayed it wasn't Rose
again. The bell rang for a third time. I looked at the clock. It was 6:15.

I hurriedly left my bedroom and headed for the stairs. By the time I
reached the first floor I was also trying to tie the sash on my robe so I
would not be exposed to whoever was here. I also heard my cell phone which
I had left on the dining room table beeping that I had a text message. I
should have brought it upstairs with me, but I had forgotten it. Oh well,
it could wait.

I slowly opened the door a crack and peeked out. There was a young man of
19 or 20 standing on my doorstep. He was wearing the uniform of the pizza
shop Nicole worked at and was holding a pizza box. There was a second
rectangular box on top which they used when they delivered sandwiches. He
was smiling. I opened the door with one hand clutching my robe to protect
it from any gusts of wind.

"Special delivery, ma'am," he said. "That's $16.90 total."

I froze momentarily. Obviously I had not ordered a pizza. Clearly Nicole
had sent him. What did she want me to do? I invited him in and told him to
set the pizza on the living room table. I was thankful I had turned off the
TV when I started to clean. I heard my phone chirp again.

"Let me get you some money," I told him. "Wait here."

I could feel his eyes following me as I walked out of the room. My heart
was racing. I had not had any real cock for quite some time. I wondered if
that was why Nicole had sent him to me. I grabbed my purse off the dining
room table and then grabbed my cell phone. I wasn't surprised to see the
message was from Nicole.

"I'm sending you dinner. Josh is a good kid. Give him a nice tip. I couple
of bucks and a good look at your tits and kitty kat will be sufficient."

I momentarily lost my balance as I read her message and ended up leaning
against the wall. I had to steady my nerves before I could grab a $20 bill
out of my wallet. Summoning up all my courage I untied the tight knot I had
used on the sash for my robe. Instead I just looped the sash lightly over
itself. It would look tied but could easily be pulled loose.

I wondered if Josh was going to pounce on me. Nicole had not said one way
or the other what I should do if he did. I wasn't prepared to fend him off
if he made an advance on me. Who was I kidding? I wanted to pounce on him
and I certainly wouldn't struggle if he jumped on me. I walked back into
the living room. OK, I sashayed back into the living room. If he was going
to watch me walk at least I could give him something nice to see.

My strut and the loosely tied robe gave him a look high up between my
thighs. I felt deliciously naughty teasing him that way. I could feel my
boobs bouncing around under my robe but I don't think they were popping
into view. I felt like dropping to my knees and pleasing him right then and
there. What viral young man could resist that? I decided to find out. I
raised my hand with the $20 bill as I walked toward him.

"Here you go. Keep the change," I told him. As his hand was about to take
the money I "accidentally" dropped the bill to the floor. "Oops, how clumsy
of me," I said. "Let me get that for you."

Before he could react I began to drop to my knees in front of him. Did I
inattentively let my hand pull the sash of my robe open? Of course I did. I
pretended like I didn't notice that my breasts were now completely exposed
to his gaze from above me. I fumbled briefly for the bill giving him a
better look. I then paused giving him the chance to unzip his fly if he
chose. But he didn't. I guess he had orders from Nicole too. I stood up
pretending not to notice my charms were now on full display.

"Sorry about that," I said handing him the $20. His eyes were riveted to my
chest. He then looked down. I was not as embarrassed as you might think to
be exposing myself to him. Nicole's training was obviously working. Still I
wasn't just going to stand there and let him think I was flashing him on
purpose. I looked down to see what he was looking at and pretended to be
shocked that my robe had fallen open. I quickly grabbed the edges and
pulled it tightly closed across my body ending his free show.

"You could have said something!" I scolded him, although my tone had a
playful edge. For all I knew Nicole had told him to expect a show so I
didn't want to be too harsh with him.

"The next time you need a delivery, ask for Josh," he told me before
walking out with a shit eating grin on his face. I shut the door and
quickly retreated to the couch. I lay back emotionally exhausted but oozing
a fresh batch of happy juice.

I slid the sandwich box over and opened the pizza box. A couple of slices
would taste very good right now. It was just a small plain cheese pizza. I
pulled a slice out and took a big bite. It tasted very salty, not at all
like their pizza normally tasted. I got up and went to the kitchen to get a
glass of water. Upon my return I took another bite. It tasted
worse. Something was definitely not right. I decided to try the sandwich. I
opened that box and got a shock. Instead of a sandwich or garlic bread the
box contained a large black dildo. It had a suction cup for a base and two
big balls at the bottom. There was also a silk blindfold and a note. I
didn't have to guess who it was from.

"Hello slave. I know Josh likes to put his distinctive protein sauce on the
pizzas for my special friends. You can probably guess what it is. I want
you to eat the whole pizza. I also figured you needed this for your
collection. You might want to be sitting on it in the living room when I
arrive."

Suddenly I realized the source of the salty taste. I winced. The small
pizza suddenly looked extra large. I then looked at the dildo. How was I
ever going to fuck myself with it and not cum? I was going to have to be
extra vigilant to sit on it but not give in to my temptation to
bounce. Tonight was already off to a wild start. I took a big swig of water
and began to eat my dinner. I also licked the base of the dildo and slammed
the suction cup down on the edge of my table.

*** Rose's POV ***

I drove around my old neighborhood for about half an hour. I didn't want to
be early. Part of me wasn't sure I wanted to be there at all. Finally I
summoned up my courage and parked around the block from my mom's house. As
I sat in the car I decided to commit to my plan 100% and slid my thong off
from under my skirt. If Jeannie did make a move on me I wanted her to be
sure I was on board. I also didn't want to give myself the option of
backing out. It was also already soaked so it would do much good anyway.

Walking to her house sans underwear was a very new experience for me. I'd
never felt the breeze blowing over my pussy lips that way. It was kind of
thrilling in its own right. Of course knowing why I was dressed that way
was even more exhilarating. The closer I got to Jeannie's house the more I
was convinced I was doing the right thing. I picked up my pace. I was glad
I was wearing my tennis shoes. I crossed the street so I could try to look
in my mom's front window without her being able to tell it was me. I could
see her in the living room. She was just sitting there. The TV was on. I
didn't recognize the show. It looked like some kind of reality TV garbage.

I walked past her house without stopping. I went to the end of the block
and then crossed the street and doubled back to Jeannie's house. She was
waiting for me dressed head to toe in black. She seemed surprised I was
dressed to go out.

"I thought you said we were spying on your mom tonight?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I thought we could go to the club later," I responded. "Are your
parents home?"

"No, they're up at the lake house again this weekend," she replied.

I noticed she was holding a pair of binoculars. She obviously had put some
thought into tonight. I looked at my watch. It was 8:40. Jeannie noticed
and said we had better get in position. I nodded.

Into position for her was across the street behind the well groomed hedges
of the neighbor directly across the street from my mom's house. The house
was dark. Apparently they were not home.  Jeannie sat down. She obviously
was prepared to get her black pants a little dirty. I had not thought my
plan through as thoroughly as she had. I had to squat, although I could use
the house as a backrest. In this position my pussy felt very open and
available. The binoculars came in very handy. I could see into my mom's
house like I was in the room. She was staying remarkable still. Almost too
still I thought. I panned my view to the other windows. The only other
light was from the dining room. I had to do a double take when I saw what
was on the table. I dropped the binoculars and looked at Jeannie. She had
been looking at me. I guess my clothes were having their desired effect.

"Look at her dining room table," I said. "You will not believe it."

I handed Jeannie the binoculars. As she took them I looked down at my legs
and noticed my position was giving Jeannie a very good view of my
thighs. Maybe squatting wasn't such a bad idea after all. Just then a car
pulled up. I wondered if this was the Nicole I'd been reading so much
about. Instinctively I slumped down a little lower. Jeannie was looking at
the house through the binoculars. I doubt she even saw the car. If she did,
she didn't seem to care. I noticed the car's turn signal was blinking on
this side of the street. Shit, it was the owners of the house we were
hiding at. Intuitively I grabbed Jeannie's shirt and pulled her to the
ground falling on top of her in the process. I tried to lie still as I
heard the garage door open and the then the car drive past us and pull
inside. My heart was pounding and felt like it was going to burst through
my chest. As soon as the garage door started its decent I stood up and told
Jeannie we had to get out of there. I sprinted back to her house. Looking
back I saw Jeannie brushing off the dirt and walking as casually as
somebody could carrying binoculars and having almost been caught peeping on
their neighbor. When she finally got back to her front door I gave her a
playful backhand against her shoulder.

"Great plan Einstein."

We didn't have time to discuss the merits of what we were doing as another
car appeared. This one parked in front of my mom's house. I watched as a
woman, impeccably dressed, got out. She was dressed as if she were going
out for a night on the town. She was wearing a black pencil skirt, a black
blouse and appeared to be wearing black leather boots. She walked up the
front sidewalk with an air of superiority about her. Was this Nicole? It
must have been. She looked determined. She marched right up to the door and
walked inside. I had to see what was happening.

*** Sandra's POV ***

After I finished eating the Josh flavored pizza I tidied up the rest of the
house as best I could but I was too excited to concentrate on anything but
the impending arrival of my mistress. I knew in my soul that she would not
be arriving anytime soon. I could tell she enjoyed keeping me on edge. Heck
she might not have come by at all just to test me. But none of that really
mattered. The only thing that mattered was that I followed her instructions
and was ready to serve her in any way she wanted. By 8pm I had finished
cleaning everything I could clean. My pussy was still oozing sauce in
anticipation of another Friday night spent as her fucktoy. I felt the dildo
Josh had brought calling out to me. I was out of excuses. It didn't matter
how long it took for her to arrive. It was time for me to sit patiently and
wait.

The big black dildo I had attached to my table looked menacing, but in
truth wasn't any bigger than the strap-on Nicole had used on me last
week. I think the inclusion of the suction cup and the fake testicles made
it look bigger than it was. I had placed it on the edge of the table so
when I settled myself over it, my feet would rest comfortably on the
ground. I had no idea how long I would have to wait so I figured the less
stress on my legs the better.

After I skewered myself on the new toy I put on the blindfold. Deprived of
sight my other senses began to compensate just like they had last week. I
could already feel my skin tightening up as it became sensitive to the
slightest touch. My hearing was picking up every little sound in my house
and my nose was detecting every little fragrance. The urge to fuck myself
was overpowering. I'm sure that was Nicole's plan. I was determined to sit
absolutely still and not tempt fate. Any more than a few strokes on the
dildo or any fingering of my clit would have sent me off like a rocket. I
tried to pretend I was a human mannequin or that I was posing for an art
class. I was suspended in time waiting for my champion to come and release
me.

*** Erin's POV ***

Nicole had told me she wouldn't show up at Sandra's until after 10 at the
earliest. She told me to go over whenever I wanted and to have fun with her
new slave as payment for my setting up the hotel for her last week. I'd
been dreaming of Sandra since she first delivered her soiled underwear to
the front desk of the hotel. Nicole and I share a love for submissive
women, although Nicole seems to enjoy humiliating them more than I do. I'm
more masochistic. I enjoy paddling a slave's bottom or whipping them into
shape. Nicole had not shared with me too many details of how much she had
trained Sandra in the finer points of serving her mistress. Obviously she
had the woman wrapped around her little finger. Nicole had shared that she
told Sandra not to cum until she was given permission. I had no doubt I
could force her to break that decree which would give me the justification
to punish her.  These are the nights I gladly give up part of my pay check
to have some fun. Nicole told me the door would be unlocked and it
was. This one was going to be too easy. I approached Sandra. She was
sitting bolt upright on the edge of her table. Her eyes were blindfolded
and her hands were behind her back, although she was not restrained in any
way. Nicole had told me Sandra's instructions were to be waiting in the
presentation pose. She clearly was not doing so. I wondered why not. I
decided to ask.

"Slut, were you not told to be in the presentation pose when I arrived?"

*** Sandra's POV ***

I had heard the door open but could not tell where my mistress had
positioned herself in the room. The question cut through me like a knife. I
had been instructed to be in the presentation position when she came
through the door. But I had also been instructed to be sitting on the
dildo. I'd totally forgotten about the first order. This must be some kind
of test. At first I considered questioning her. But I quickly decided
against that course of action. It is not the position of the slave to
question her mistress. Instead I slowly stood up. I would have jumped up
but I knew the dildo I was speared with required a delicate movement. I'm
sure I left the shaft slimed. I hoped that would please my mistress.

Once free of the invader I quickly turned to where I perceived the voice to
have come from, untied my robe, dropped to my knees and cupped my breasts
as I had been taught to do. I imagined a big smile on my mistress' face.

*** Rose's POV ***

Jeannie and I had been standing on her front porch when the woman
arrived. I had to see what she was going to do with my mother. Leaving
Jeannie behind, I sprinted back across the yard to my mom's house. I peeked
through the kitchen window from the driveway but couldn't see them. Next I
tried the dining room. The sex toys were still there but neither my mom nor
the woman was anywhere to be found. Throwing caution to the wind, after all
my presence on the driveway could be explained easily enough, I crept
through the bushes to get a look in the front window. It was then I saw my
mom kneeling on the floor. Not only that but she was lifting her breasts
and holding them out to the woman. The woman was slowly walking around my
mom as if she was inspecting her. I saw the woman's mouth move, although I
couldn't hear what she said, and I saw my mom quickly stand up and place
her hands on top of her head.

I couldn't believe was I was seeing. The woman once again circled around my
mom. This time she wrapped her hands around my mom and began pinching her
nipples. My mom appeared to moan and bend forward slightly, but she never
removed her hands from her head. My mom's nipples were hard as rocks and I
could feel my own nipples joining her in sympathy. I looked over to the
table and saw a dildo right where I'd seen my mom sitting before. Oh my
God, she must have been sitting on it when we were watching her earlier. I
felt my own pussy tighten in empathy as I looked at the size of the fake
dick.

The woman now reached around and pushed two fingers into mom's pussy. They
slid in without any apparent effort. Still my mom kept her hands on her
head, but I could tell she was struggling. Oh how I wanted to feel that
way. I was overcome with a desire to finger myself, but getting caught that
way would have been even harder to explain than my presence in her
bushes. I managed to control myself a little longer.

*** Sandra's POV ***

Nicole was driving me crazy. She knew what state I was in and had not given
me permission to cum, but she seemed intent on making it happen anyway. The
nipple play was bad enough but when she began to finger me too I almost
lost it. "Please let me cum," I begged her. She just laughed.

I felt her pulling me by the nipples back toward the table. No doubt she
was going to have me mount the toy she sent me. I also had little doubt
this was how I would first cum this evening. The only question was whether
I'd have permission. She told me to keep my hands on my head.

Once the dildo acted as a bayonet on me again my mistress ordered me to
fuck it properly. I could tell she was standing in front of me because she
took a strong grip on both my nipples. As she began to squeeze my nipples
hard giving me the same pain/pleasure sensation which had driven me so
crazy the week before. She then told me to remove the blindfold. My orgasm
was just moments away. There was no stopping it now. My breasts were
shaking wildly as I humped the dildo up and down. The death grip on my
nipples kept their position fairly constant meaning with each stroke my
nipples were being pulled and stretched very painfully. None of that
mattered right then, however. My week of self teasing had me so ready to
cum I can't equate the need to anything else. I pulled up the blindfold but
it wasn't Mistress Nicole's face I saw. It was a very happy looking Erin. I
came immediately with a scream that rattled the windows. Erin looked quite
proud of herself.

I bucked and rode that dildo like a cowboy in a rodeo rides a bull. It kept
trying to throw me off but I stood tall in the saddle and rode it like a
woman possessed as the orgasm, five days in the making, ripped through
me. There was nothing that could have stopped me right then. Neither ice
cubes on my clit, a riding crop on my nipples or whatever the unsexyest
thought you can muster was going to stop me from shamelessly taking my
pleasure on the rubber cock. I was delirious with pleasure. Erin seemed
amused. Finally I began to calm down and slow my assault on the dildo. Erin
let go of my nipples.

"Nicole said you were a wild one. I don't think I've ever seen anyone cum
to hard."

I took that as a complement. I was unable to speak but I managed a weak
smile. We both turned our heads in unison when we hear something hit the
window. Erin bolted toward the door.

*** Rose's POV ***

I couldn't believe I was watching my mom act this way. I could hear her
screams of passion through the glass and finally could not resist the
temptation to push my own finger into my pussy. I found it wet and
inviting. With my other hand I began to rub my clit. I couldn't believe how
long my mom's orgasm was lasting. I could see her shaking on the dildo but
that didn't stop her from continuing to fuck herself. Hard. I'd never had
such an intense orgasm. I was more than a little jealous but that seemed to
only stimulate my need to play with myself right there and then. In fact by
the time she began to show signs of slowing down, I was reaching my own
peak. I knew I could cum in just a few more seconds when it happened. I
somehow lost my balance in the bushes and my head came out of the
shadows. It bounced against the glass. I couldn't believe I'd been that
careless. I was sure they had heard me.

I quickly deduced there wasn't time for a sprint back to Jeannie's house so
I dove headfirst under the bushes. The branches scraped against my face,
arms and legs causing me great pain. Somehow I managed not to yell out and
I heard the front door open. I was face down in the dirt under the
bushes. I was praying my legs were covered although I couldn't really
tell. I heard the screen door open. Somebody was looking around. My face
was buried in my hands and I was trying not to make a sound or even a
breathe. I was frozen to the spot not moving a muscle except my wildly
beating heart. Every second seemed like a minute as time stood still.

Finally I heard the screen door shut again. I remained on the ground
cowering under the bushes for several additional minutes before I had the
courage to slowly crawl back to the window. My impending climax was long
gone. When I looked in the window so my mom and the woman was nowhere to be
seen. I made a mad dash back to Jeannie.

*** Erin's POV ***

I thoroughly enjoyed watching Sandra fuck herself and cum so hard. Nicole
had briefed me on how Sandra had reached the point last week of cumming
almost non-stop by the end of the night and I was intrigued by whether we
could get her to achieve that level of excitement again tonight. I'd been
with multiorgasmic women before, but never one who could cum
continually. Nicole had asked me to call her when I was done with my
initial play with Sandra. We had left the living room in favor for the
kitchen in order to get water for Sandra. I didn't want her getting
dehydrated as I planned on making her cum all night. While she was serving
herself I unzipped my skirt and dropped my panties. Now was the time for
Sandra to pay me back while I called her mistress.

*** Sandra's POV ***

I finished downing a large glass of water just as Erin began talking to my
mistress. She didn't break the conversation but simply pointed to her
pussy. I understood what she meant and dropped to my knees in front of
her. The roughness of my porcelain tile floor hurt my knees, but that
wasn't important right then. I wish I could have heard both sides of the
conversation as the two women discussed me. Erin for her part spoke as if I
wasn't even in the room instead of between her legs.

"Yes, you have a live one here."

"Yes, she came without permission."

"Brazenly and absolutely shamelessly."

"No problem."

"Sure I can punish her until you get here."

"No, nothing permanent although she might be a little black and blue for a
few days."

"How long?"

"OK see you then."

And like that the conversation was over. I paused to look up but a stern
look from Erin left no doubt what she was expecting me to resume eating her
out. She let me continue to lick her for maybe another minute before she
pulled over a chair and sat down. She had me crawl over to her and then
ordered me to keep my hands behind my back while I serviced her. I held
them as if they were cuffed. It would have been easier if they were so I
would not have had to fight the temptation to put a hand between my legs. I
knew that was strictly verboten though, so I concentrated on pleasing
her. I was saddened that I couldn't make her cum. She pulled my head upward
with a strong grip on my hair and told me I needed to be punished for
cumming without permission and for being a bad pussy licker. I'd never had
any complaints from Nicole or Liz and my face was cover in her juice so I
must have been doing something right.  But it was my job to be agreeable so
I just nodded.

*** Rose's POV ***

I was out of breath when I landed back on Jeannie's front step. She seemed
amused by watching me sprint across the yard and even more so by having to
brush the dirt off my clothes.

"Yeah it's a riot," I scolded her. "I almost got caught."

"Well I could tell what you were doing right before you dove into the
bushes," she countered. "So don't tell me you didn't enjoy watching your
mom."

She was right, of course, but I almost died of embarrassment having to
admit that to myself. And to her. The fact that she could tell I was
masturbating was even worse. But then I remembered that was why I was here
in the first place. Jeannie didn't seem disturbed by what I had been
doing. She implied that she condoned it. I started to think I had read her
intentions correctly.

Looking back toward my mom's house I could see shadows moving in the
kitchen. My initial shock of almost getting caught was forgotten. I didn't
run this time, instead I cautiously made my way back to my mom's driveway
and then over to the kitchen window. I was standing with my back against
her house and slowly tried to turn my head to steal a look without exposing
myself to being seen. What I saw caused me to reverse my caution and
instead I began to stare openly.

I saw my mom on her knees with her face buried between the legs of the
woman. The woman had a look of pure contentment on her face. Not only that
my mom was holding her hands behind her back. I didn't understand that. I
read plenty about bondage from my mom's story websites, but from what I
could see she didn't have anything wrapped around her wrists. She was just
holding them there herself. That puzzled me.

I didn't have long to decipher what was going on. I watched as the woman
grabbed my mom by the hair. She then appeared to be scolding her. I watched
as the woman got up while my mom remained on her hands and knees. The woman
walked around my mom and then had her sit up on her knees. Quick as a flash
my mom's robe was dispatched. I felt envious as my mom's well formed boobs
bounced into view. I'd always wished my breasts were bigger. The woman then
pointed back at the floor and my mom was once again on her hands and
knees. It looked like she was asking my mom additional questions and then
she looped the sash of the robe around my mom's neck. I could feel my pussy
starting to moisten again. Before the woman led my mom crawling behind her
out of the kitchen toward the back of the house, she put her skirt back
on. I felt my pussy begin to pulsate. The woman was apparently leading my
mom to the basement. I looked back toward Jeannie's house. She was still
standing on her porch but she was watching me. I waved at her and motioned
for her to come over. She walked over slowly.

"The woman just led my mom out," I told her.

"What do you mean led?" Jeannie asked.

"I mean she tied a leash around her neck and had my mom crawl after her."

"Cool."

"I think they went downstairs."

Just then we heard the back door open. Once again I froze, but Jeannie
seemed unfazed. My mom's yard has a 6 foot privacy fence which wraps around
to a detached garage. As long as they stayed in the back yard Jeannie and I
could stay on this side and not be seen. Jeannie led the way holding my
hand and pulling me out into the open along the fence. We moved around a
bit but couldn't see much through the slats of the fence. I was getting
dejected. I could hear the woman's voice. They were moving toward the
garage. Jeannie looked at me as if she had a eureka moment. She hastily
moved behind me and dropped to her knees pushing her head between my
legs. She then started to stand up so as to give me a shoulder ride. My
skirt rode up to around my waist and we were so unsteady that I reluctantly
had to put my hands on the fence to steady myself. I was worried about the
noise but in retrospect the noise of us falling over would have been much
louder and my mom and her friend we far too busy to be worrying about the
minimal noise Jeannie and I were making.

I teetered on Jeannie's shoulders just long enough for two things to
happen. First I saw my mom still crawling behind the elegant woman and
heading towards the garage. Then I saw the woman open the door, turn on the
light and walk inside. I could tell she dropped the sash and my mom
remained outside the door. Just then we almost lost our balance and I had
to grab the top of the fence harder to stop me from falling. To me the
noise was deafening. I had a vision of my mom looking over and seeing my
face peeking over the fence. Jeannie was wiggling under me trying to regain
her balance which forced her head deeper into my crotch. My mom, on the
other hand, was laser focused on what was happening inside the garage. Her
head never turned and I quickly saw a slender hand pick up mom's makeshift
leash and she then crawled inside. My pussy was even more on fire than
before. The combination of watching my mom submit to this powerful woman
and the way my pussy was rubbing directly on the back of Jeannie's neck had
that itch inside me returning with a vengeance. It was all I could do not
to wriggle harder against her.

We heard the garage service door shut. I think that was the sound Jeannie
was waiting for as she let out a large breath. Apparently holding me on her
shoulders was more stressful than she had bargained for. She began to dip
her knees and I began to fall forward. Fortunately I had the fence to grab
onto and this time we didn't have to worry as much about being heard. As
soon as my feet touched the ground she dipped her head further and I was
able to dismount. I was horrified to see her reach up and wipe the back of
her neck with her hand; I knew exactly what she was wiping off.  I tried to
read her face as to whether she enjoyed my inadvertent flaunting of my
excitement or whether she was distressed. But I couldn't get a read on
her. Her face was noncommittal. When she finally spoke, she didn't say what
I expected.

"Are there any windows on the back side of the garage?"

*** Sandra's POV ***

Erin was a much sterner task master than Nicole. I loved when she led me
through the yard to the garage. She had hinted at her plans for me and we
determined the garage was better suited than my basement. She said she
needed something she could loop a rope over. My basement is unfinished so
the floor joists are exposed, but the floor decking from the main floor
covers the tops of the joists. She said she knew people in the trades which
could finish the basement for a reasonable price if I was interested. She
said they made a wonderful "playroom" for her. The way she said it made it
clear the room wasn't designed for kid's toys.

My garage has a large attic with pull down stairs to access it. Erin said
in a pinch the staircase will have to suffice for my punishment. As I knelt
outside watching her exploring my garage my excitement was palpable. I'd
forgotten totally about Nicole. My focus was 100% on the beautiful woman in
front of me. I watched as she found some cotton rope I kept in the garage
for lashing boxes to the roof of my car. She also pulled down the
staircase. She briefly climbed into the attic before returning for me. As
she led me into the garage my line of sight was drawn to her backside. It
was a very nice view. The garage floor was cold. I was glad I didn't park
my car in the garage anymore. I was embarrassed by how much junk I stored
out here, but that also made it easy for Erin to simply push some boxes out
of the way so I could stand under the stairs. She began to wrap the rope
around my wrists. Once they were secured, she looped the rope over the top
stair and pulled it tight.

Erin left me stretched tightly with my arms over my head and my toes just
touching the ground. The position put a great deal of stress on my wrists
and calves. Once she had me positioned she took her time admiring her
handiwork, but she didn't touch me. I expected her to toy with my erogenous
zones or even spank me, but she didn't. Instead she began to explore the
garage while I stood and tried not to twist around.

She apparently was not satisfied with what she found in the garage because
she made another trip up to the attic. I could hear her walking around. I
tried to remember what I had stored upstairs. It had been years since I had
been up there. I knew there were boxes of Rose's old belongings from her
middle school and high school years. I think there were some old
clothes. There was probably some of my husband's old junk. Who knows what
else I never got around to throwing away? When she returned Erin walked
around in front of me. She was smiling.

"You don't have a very good selection of punishment toys. Not to worry. I'm
sure Nicole will give you a list of what you need. I promised not to mark
you too bad and you don't need to worry. I'm an expert and I found exactly
what I need."

I looked in a mixture of intrigue and apprehension as Erin help up a piece
of rubber hose. Back when we first moved in my husband had planned to put
in an underground sprinkler system. He had bought most of the parts but
like many of his grand plans this one never was completed. The hose Erin
was holding was about three quarters of an inch in diameter and about 4
feet long.

"I'm going to go easy on you tonight. I know you have not built up much of
a pain tolerance. In time you will crave Nicole's lash. But tonight's
lesson is mainly about learning to follow her instructions. Your shameless
orgasm as if you were a common street tramp must be dealt with. Nicole will
be here soon and I want to be sure you give her the proper respect she
deserves. If you are sincere about serving her and she believes you, I'm
sure you will be given more pleasure."

I didn't say a word. I just braced for the bite of the first snap of the
hose. Erin didn't disappoint. She also didn't lie. She was an expert
wielding the hose. The pain wasn't what I expected at all. My limited
punishments with Nicole, spankings and a riding crop, were very focused on
which nerves were impacted. There would be a jolt of pain, but it would
quickly pass. The hose caused a very different sensation. Because of its
length, it would wrap around my body. The first contact would not hurt much
at all. There was a little sting at the point of impact, but nothing too
painful. However as the centrifugal force built as the hose wrapped around
my body, the sensation built too until the tip of the hose snapped against
my skin almost like a crop would. It didn't hurt as bad as a riding crop,
but the progressive nature of the pain caused my brain to build a level of
anticipation unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. All though the
impact, maybe half a second from first contact to the stinging snap of the
hose end, my body could feel every inch contact my skin as if it were a
separate event. My mind processed each event in slow motion building up to
the moment of final contact in a manner not unlike how my climaxes build
from a series of smaller touches.

Of course that was all on the subconscious level. Outwardly I was howling
at the pain. Each time the hose wrapped around me I screamed and twisted
putting more and more stress on my arms and legs. I'd read about being
whipped but now that it was happening to me, I finally understood what the
characters in the stories had been feeling. Erin concentrated on my legs
and torso. There was no pleasure happening in my garage. I'm confident
Nicole would have been teasing me if she had been in charge giving me at
least a sexual thrill besides a beating. But that wasn't part of Erin's
game.

I'd also read in the stories about women who's pain turned to pleasure in
these situations. That certainly wasn't happening to me and I didn't grasp
how that was even possible. Maybe if Erin wrapped the hose around my
breasts or across my pussy I could get a thrill, but the intense pain that
would cause overrode the potential for pleasure.

I was sure I would be black and blue from the thrashing I was taking. I did
my best to be a good sub and not yell or curse Erin. I know I did a couple
of times but I think she enjoyed it. It seemed like she thought if I wasn't
screaming or begging her to stop she wasn't doing her job. I questioned in
my mind whether this type of activity would become part of Nicole's fun
time with me. I hoped it wouldn't. I hoped this was a onetime
thing. Suddenly I heard her voice and looked up to see her standing in the
doorway.

"Have you learned your lesson about following instructions?" she asked.

I held my head down defeated. "Yes mistress."

*** Rose's POV ***

Jeannie and I had taken up a position behind the garage. The windows were
filthy and the view was obscured by the boxes of junk my mom kept in the
garage. I could see that my mom was hanging beneath the stairs, but the
woman was nowhere to be scene. For a brief moment I thought that maybe she
had heard us and was about to come around the corner and catch us. I
thought that maybe we would be joining my mom in the garage ready to submit
to whatever devious plans this woman had for her. I was thinking a lot of
nasty thoughts when I noticed the woman coming back down out of the attic.

I admit I was fascinated watching the woman hitting my mother with the
hose. Thanks to the thin walls of the garage we heard mom's reaction to
every blow. Watching her get beaten did not turn me on. I actually felt a
little bit of relief that I didn't find this exciting. I could understand
her motivation to follow instructions when the woman ordered her to lick
her pussy. Those were the same motivations I had myself. But this was
something different. I wanted to rush in and save my mom. What was
happening to her just wasn't right. I looked at Jeannie with a "let's go"
expression and a nod of my head in the direction of the service door. She
shook her head. I had decided to go without her and started to move in that
direction, but I felt Jeannie grab my hand and pull me back.

She whispered in my ear, "I know it's hard to believe, but she is enjoying
herself."

I shook my head. "She is not enjoying this."

"Yes she is. This is what she wants. Look for yourself."

I looked in the window again. Mom was twisting in her bindings and I could
now clearly see her rock hard nipples and could even see the wetness on her
labia.

"I know it's tough to understand, but that woman could make her cum with
that hose if she wanted to. Your mom may not even understand yet but pain
can mix with pleasure under the hand of an expert."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"Let's just say I've been on the receiving end once or twice," she replied.

And there it was. I had wondered if Jeannie's aggressive nature translated
into the bedroom. Apparently it did not if she allowed herself to be beaten
like my mom evidently did. That didn't mean I didn't still want to take her
to bed tonight. After all I'd witnessed tonight and all the mental foreplay
I'd engaged in during the week, I wasn't going home without
satisfaction. If Jeannie wouldn't accommodate me my fingers would do the
trick in the car.

I was about to ask her for more details about her history when the second
woman entered the room. Immediately my focus was back on what was happening
in the garage and not on Jeannie.

*** Nicole's POV ***

I was very pleased to find Erin so effectively punishing Sandra. I enjoy
spanking an insolent sub but I've never been good at giving someone a
whipping. Still I knew the experience was necessary for her to grow in her
submission. I also knew Erin was thoroughly enjoying herself.

I had discussed the details of this night with Jeannie and how best she
could position Sandra's daughter. When I pulled up to the house I made sure
to move as silently as I could. Jeannie had been instructed to make sure
Rose was watching her mom get punished. I knew Erin had planned to use the
garage and that meant Jeannie and Rose would have to be hiding behind
it. As quietly as I could, I crept around the edge of the garage until I
could get a quick peek around the corner. I didn't linger. Both girls were
there. Jeannie had done her job. Rose would now know the cost of
disobedience. She should have also seen the pleasure her mom received for
conforming. I was sure by the end of the night Rose would fall into place
on her knees just like her mother.

*** Sandra's POV ***

My hero had arrived just in time to vanquish my tormentor. I felt a great
sense of relief at seeing Nicole standing in the doorway. She wasn't
dressed up in her mistress gear like last week. In fact she was just
wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but she looked as radiant and sexy to me as
anyone ever had. She walked up to Erin and took the hose from her hand. At
first I thought she might swing it herself, but instead she said I'd had
enough. Erin looked a little disappointed, but she quickly changed her
expression when Nicole gave her a passionate kiss and thanked her for
disciplining me. She then told Erin to get me down and bring me upstairs to
my bedroom. Nicole then walked out of the garage leaving us alone.

Erin didn't say a word after that. She gently let me down from my
bondage. She didn't make me crawl or even wrap my sash around my neck
again. We walked back to the house next to each other as equals. I started
to understand the hierarchy. Nicole was on top with Erin and Liz taking
orders from her. If we were alone, Erin and Liz had dominion over me, but
if Nicole was there, she was definitely in charge. This was an interesting
development to me.

Back in the house, instead of heading up to my bedroom we went to the
kitchen. Erin said Nicole would be hungry after working and that I should
make her a sandwich. I had some tuna salad in the refrigerator. Erin
instructed me how Nicole preferred it to be served. I carried the plate and
a glass of water and we headed upstairs.

Nicole must have brought in her gear before she came out to the garage. The
strap-ons she used last Friday were on my bed along with the movie
camera. I saw a couple of additional dildo including one with a strap which
wasn't big enough to fit around someone's waist. I didn't understand that
one. The video camera was back along with the cuffs and a paddle. I didn't
see the nipple suckers thankfully. I did see my collar but no leash.

Nicole had shed her clothes and was sitting in a chair next to the bed
facing the window. Her legs were spread and her pussy looked inviting. Erin
walked in front of her and grabbed the collar off the bed. She buckled the
collar on my neck and then went back for the wrist and ankle cuffs. Once I
was prepared, Nicole asked if I thought I could eat pussy better than I had
done earlier with Liz. I figured the question was rhetorical. She began to
eat her sandwich while I began to eat her pussy.

*** Rose's POV ***

The arrival of another woman who seemed to be in charge was an interesting
development and one I had not anticipated. We stayed behind the garage
until my mom was released and they walked out. We snuck around to the edge
of the garage but we couldn't see anything because of the fence. I wasn't
about to get on Jeannie's shoulders again. I didn't see them, but I could
hear the squeak of the screen door on my mom's house open and close. I
wondered whether I should risk another trip to the bushes in front of the
house. Jeannie tapped my on the shoulder and pointed to the second
floor. The lights were on in my mom's bedroom. There was no way they could
have made it up there so fast. It must have been the other woman.

"Let's go up to my bedroom," offered Jeannie. "We'll leave the lights
off. They'll never see us."

I doubted my mom's shades would be open. I knew she didn't leave them that
way normally. But I knew we would never see anything from the ground so I
agreed. We ducked through the backdoor of Jeannie's house. I was glad her
parents were gone for the weekend. I couldn't imagine how we would explain
what we were doing. We quickly made our way up to her room.

I stumbled a bit without the aid of her lights being on. There was some
light from the hallway, but the room was dim. I found the window and looked
across. The second woman I'd seen in the garage was sitting in the
bedroom. The lights were on and the blinds were open. They were not pulled
up, but the slats were flat and I had a good view. Jeannie handed me the
binoculars again. Just like before I was suddenly transported into the
room. This time though, instead of seeing just seeing my mom's back as she
sat, I saw the woman sitting naked with her legs spread. She was lazily
rubbing her fingers over her pussy as if she was just patiently waiting for
something... or someone.

I saw no evidence of my mom or the first woman. I sensed Jeannie behind me
and heard something sliding on the floor. I felt something brush up against
my legs. Turning I saw in the dim light a chair.

"Here," she said. "Sit down and be comfortable. You might be watching for a
while."

I sat down and returned my gaze to my mom's house. Nothing seemed to have
changed in the bedroom so I turned my attention to the only other lit room,
the kitchen. I could see the other woman standing next to the counter but I
couldn't see me mom. The woman was talking so my mom must have been in the
room. Finally she appeared with a plate with a sandwich. My mom seemed out
of place standing naked in her kitchen while another woman in clothes
watched her. I saw them turn and walk toward the stairs. I quickly
refocused my attention on the bedroom.

This time I had a front row seat as my mom dropped to her knees and began
pleasuring the second woman.  I decided this must be Nicole. I still didn't
have a clue that the first woman was. I found this voyeuristic activity
very exciting. I could feel myself getting very wet. My mom appeared to me
to be very skilled since the woman in the chair showed signs of being very
happy. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to put my own fingers
under my skirt. With the lack of light I wondered if Jeannie would see me
and if she did if she would object. I decided against it for the
moment. Looking back in my mom's bedroom I saw the woman grab my mom's hair
and pull her tightly against her crotch. She was shaking. I assumed she was
cumming. Apparently satisfied she then pushed my mom away. I was struck by
the callous nature of the woman discarding my mom so quickly after she had
climaxed. Was that all my mom was worth to her?

I watch as the first woman, who apparently had stripped in anticipation of
her next turn on my mom's tongue, took up position in the chair. My mom was
between her legs as quickly as she had been between Nicole's. She took had
a look of pure satisfaction on her face. The primary difference this time
was Nicole took my mom's wrist cuffs and clipped them together behind her
back. As I had seen earlier in the kitchen, my mom was now reliant just on
her mouth to please her tormentor. I looked back to Jeannie again.

"This time they cuffed her wrists instead of just having her hold them
behind her back. What's up with that?"

Jeannie told me to keep watching. When I returned my focus to my mom's
bedroom she leaned over my shoulder. I could feel her hot breath on my ear
as she whispered. She spoke slowly and quietly. I had to strain to hear her
and stay focused on the action in my mom's bedroom.

"Without the use of her hands she has to concentrate more on what she's
doing with her tongue."

The soft gentle tone of Jeannie's voice was almost hypnotic. Her voice was
dripping with lust. She had me right where I wanted to be. My plan was
working perfectly.

"Have you ever licked a pussy," Jeannie asked me.

I hoarsely answered, "No." I suddenly had a frog in my throat and was
having trouble breathing.

"But you've sucked cocks before haven't you?"

In scarcely more than a whisper I answered, "Yes."

"And I bet you used your hands a lot to help get him off, didn't you?"

I was breathing heavily and beginning to involuntarily arch my back
bringing my head closer to her, "Yes."

"Next time just use your mouth. With your hands behind your back your
center of gravity changes forcing his cock deeper into your mouth. He'll
also love feeling that he is in more control of you."

My focus on my mom and her friends was waning. My eyes were starting to
glaze over as I hung on every word Jeannie spoke. My hands holding the
binoculars fell to my lap. Almost silently in a timid voice I responded,
"And do the boys like feeling in control?"

I felt Jeannie's hands taking the binoculars out of my hands. I didn't know
what to do with them so I left them in my lap.

"Yes they do. And so do the girls."

Her last comment was scarcely more than a murmur. I had to focus fully on
her hot breath on my ear to hear it. My eyes were closed and I could feel
control of the situation falling away. Was this what my mom felt with
Nicole?

Jeannie didn't speak again, but her hot breath was causing the hair on my
neck to stand up. I felt like I was building to a great orgasm, but I
hadn't even been touched. I heard myself moan as I felt Jeannie begin to
loosen my tie. I realized she was undressing me and my fantasy was coming
true. I sat passively as she pulled the tie from around my neck. She
continued to whisper in my ear and electric shocks from her hot breath
continued to cascade through my body.

"I know you want this Rose. You're just like your mother."

I shivered in anticipation. I think she was right. I felt her begin to
unbutton my blouse. My hard nipples were on display ready to greet her. The
first time she touched them my back arched and I cried out "Yes!"

"Patience Rose," she intoned. "We've got all night. Now put your arms
behind the chair."

I felt the soft silk wrapping around my wrists. Jeannie didn't tie me very
tightly and I knew I could break free from the chair if I wanted. But that
was the last thing on my mind right then. I felt Jeannie unbuttoning the
rest of my blouse and spreading it open. I then felt her running her hand
under my skirt.

"Hot and wet just the way I like it," she said back in her normal voice.

The abrupt shift in tone jarred me back to reality. I'd just allowed my
best friend to bind me to a chair and she was now feeling me up.

"Continue watching your mom while I get some toys. You are going to have a
long night," was the last thing she said. I didn't have any choice. The
night was turning out perfect.