Being Neighborly Ch. 09

Literotic asexstories – Being Neighborly Ch. 09 by fitfidelityfifty64,fitfidelityfifty64
Monday of ‘Unholy’ week ends with Brian and Jill meeting Carol Sutton and Brian reporting to Gladys (Mistress Night or Duvessa) she directing Brian and Carol in an attempt to insulate her against rumors of a takeover.

Tuesday has Donnie and Jill continue their building and training of Master Donnie’s stable and preparing to give Mel over to Mistress Night.

Mistress Izzy, Nikki’s daughter, accelerates Carla’s training on both days, sharing her with a Master in the neighborhood AND her mother.

Everything in this chapter is happening Monday into Tuesday of Unholy Week

————————————————————————————————-Carol Sutton waited until 9 p.m., having a late flight just before Midnight, to meet the two people key to the overthrow of Mistress Night, Gladys Knight/Duvessa.

She needed to touch base with Jill and Brian, meeting at a local bar with minimal people there. She told Gladys she was going to get some things for her flight, her host to busy to even notice.

“She knows something’s up,” Carol warned them both, then reassured. “In the end it won’t matter and that’s all I’ll say because I’m guessing she’s going to ride Brian hard for information.”

“Great…” Brian sighed, due to report to Duvessa at 11 p.m. that night. “I’ll stick with the emergency plan if that happens.”

“You can give that up, just make sure you take a beating,” Carol reminded him. “She’s not stupid…you can’t crack too easily.”

“Yeah…great,” Brian said, then looked at Jill. “Tell her what we’ve accomplished.”

“We have a probationary Master in Cardinal Creek,” she said glowing. “After Red Light Wednesday Night, he could have a stable of at least three submissives.”

“Female?” Carol asked, knowing the lean of Carinal Creek

“Yes, My Dear…females,” Jill said with pride. “Possibly legacy.”

“That’s news!” she said, getting up, kissing them both and leaving. “Got to get back before she notices.

Jill watched Carol leave.

“I hate to say this but you need to go….”

“Fuck her, yes…” Brian agreed. “It would be suspicious that Carol wouldn’t get the opportunity.

Brian kissed Jill, still eager to get to Gladys to see Carol, to his surprised he was to be Carol and Glady’s mutual toy that night before Carol flew off.

Brian relished the role he served with both women, they would go lighter on him, than his wife who loved this humilation side of her role, Carol and Duvessa rather treating his cock like a carnival ride with unlimited tickets.

He was just 10 minutes behind Carol, walked in on Gladys and Carol in a 69 on the large fluffy rug with pillows surrounding it’s edges.

“Get naked, Boy,” Glady’s commanded. “I need to see you fuck her hard.”

He stripped, his cock growing quickly, and laid down besides Gladys.

“Ohhh! GOD! YES! YES!” Carol shrieked breasts out and bouncing, Brian was down under her as she lowered on his shaft from a squat. She ground on him in reverse cowboy for a good 15 minutes. Gladys sat, cupped her breast occasionally, kissed her lips, rubbed Carols back all while grinding her hand inside her own pussy.

Carol kissed Gladys and lifted off of Brian’s cock, Glady’s quickly put her mouth on his the monster, tasting her colleague’s fresh juices.

“Mggfttt!” Gladys exclaimed, pushing her mouth on pet Brian’s dick. Carol retreated to the chair, looking down at Brian’s body driving into Gladys.

Mistress released his cock and crawled up his naked body, hers sparkling with body glitter, Carol watched as she lowered herself to his cock and laid forward.

Brian wondered if he’d ever kissed Gladys, her cunt slipping down his shaft, she moaning in pleasure. He’d kissed Carol, often actually, and had even kissed Gladys’s husband Rylan when they were having the torrid affair. Their lips did meet, the exchange brief before she rose and was high above him, his hands on her breasts, firm and beautiful.

Brian smiled, closed his eyes while Gladys rode his cock and he imagined Rylan, his large lineman who brought out his dominant side only male on male.

“YES! MY PET! YESSSSS!” Gladys orgasmed and collapsed on his chest.

Carol had gone to get her things, Brian got up and got dressed to take Carol to the airport.

Gladys sensed something was up when Carol gave Brian ‘those eyes’ getting into her car. The look was more than her desire for his cock, or whatever she saw in her urchin.

An hour later when Brian returned, Duvessa/Mistress Night was waiting for him commanding him to her lair, stripping and restraining him. She began the torture that Carol had predicted, the whip snapping against his flesh.

“AHHHHH! I SWEARRRR!” Brian screamed, the two alone in the dungeon well past 11 p.m. “NOTHING…AHHHHHHH!”

He was chained to a post, arms wrapped and cuffed on the other side, his naked body had multiple welts and bruises. Mistress Night was cruel and intent on getting any bit of information out of Jill’s husband.

“I smell something is up, you worthless swine,” Mistress Night sneered, her hair made up woven into a headdress of leather, the long black boots studded with silver horns, dark crotchless stockings, perfectly shaven, one inch leather straps covering just half her torso, the side and under boob magnificent.

“Nooothing….your Highness,” Brian said. “I swear on my life. AHHH! AHHHH! AHHHH!!!!”

She tore into his flesh three more times with her whip.

“It sounds like we’ll be here all night,” she said approaching him slowly.

The whipping, caning, spanking and paddling went on for an hour. Mistress Night would stop for a moment and ask if there was anything he wanted to tell her.

Brian wanted to give up the information agreed upon, but didn’t time and time again. It was near 3 a.m. when she leant down to hear him muttering finally.

“I….I….I…comand….” Brian’s beaten body breaking down.

“You command shit!” Mistress Night yelled, her hand reached back and she slapped him across the face with her palm.

“AHHHGGFFTT!” Brian screamed. “I command the gays!!!”

Mistress Night stopped, dropped her arm

“Of Cardinal Creek? How?” she asked, moving to him.

“Carol knows it, wants me to flip them,” He said, bowing his head.

“To whom?” Mistress night asked confused. “Your wife?”

“Correct Mistress,” Brian affirmed, staring at the ground.

“I see….” Mistress Night said, releasing the cuffs from his hands. “You may sleep here.”

She turned and walked out.

————————————————————————————————-Tuesday, Oct. 27 – “Unholy Week”

‘You awake?’ the text read at 4:30 a.m. from Jill.

‘yes’ I responded, hearing the buzz, laying starting at the ceiling. I had gotten up and seen Mel was out of bed, naked in the middle of the living room under a blanket, the dog curled up by her feet.

‘Workout?’ Jill replied.

‘Sure…” I said and got up, dressed and went over to Jill’s, it was cold and blustery, the end of October turning windy.

We did an old P90X total body DVD in her dungeon space, she in just a sports bra and tight spandex shorts, hair up in a ponytail. It got our heart rates up, and when finished I made mention of the slavic trainer in the video had to be a domme.

“Your mind….” Jill giggled. “Your sweet, deadly, dirty, beautiful mind.”

I moved in and kissed her, the sweat of each of us pungent in the air, my hand to her breast, hers slid over my shorts, pressing into my cock.

“Coffee?” I nodded towards my house, pulling away. “Mel is naked in the middle of the living room.”

“Normal…” Jill said with a sly grin. “I’m surprised she’s not in some random neighbor’s yard, her personality is dying and when things die they run,”

“Sweet, deadly, dirty beautiful mind,” I said, cupping her face, pulling her to my lips.

My coffee maker is set for 5 a.m. and the smell of fresh brew hit us the minute we walked in the door, we stood over Mel her face and breast laying on the floor, body clutching a pillow.

Mel stirred and looked up, laid back down and we got our coffee sitting on the rockers, Jill had thrown on a sweatshirt for the walk over.

“You okay girl?” Jill said getting up from the chair and leaning down, petting my wife’s hair.

“Never better,” Mel said softly, Jill pulling her up and hugging her.

“Good to hear,” Jill said taking her hand and rising her up to her feet.

“Don’t forget to break it off with Lillian at work,” I instructed firmly, holding her arm for a second, getting an inquisitive look from Jill.

“I will…Sir…” Mel said with a defiant tone.

We dismissed Mel to the shower.

“Someone at work, noticed her collar is asking too many questions,” I told Jill, her sensing I didn’t want to talk about it at the moment. Immediately we discussed Mel’s role on Hades Night.

“She will perform well in Circle Two,” I said, gesturing to the island or ‘altar’. “Yesterday she took four cocks like a pro.”

“I agree, and at the end of the night we turn her over,” Jill said, then was obviously contemplating something.

“Slave, what are you thinking?” I said, her holding the thought back giving me pause, thinking of taking my hand to her ass.

“Brian got two years, knowing the perfect couple had to move in somewhere” Jill said, giving me ‘fuck me vibes’ from the chair. “He uncovered something you should be aware of when he re-upped for a third year.”

“Tell me wench,” I said playfully.

“Apparently I could have requested a new husband or partner,” Jill said, looking over the coffee mug, sipping then running her tongue over her lip. “As long as they were in the stable I commanded or was in.”

“I see,” I said standing up, standing in front of Jill, pulling my sweats down. “Suck me wife…”

Playing, Jill strutted for a moment like Mel, smiled and opened her mouth for me.

Jill sucked my cock and then was fucking Jill from behind on the blanket Mel had slept on when my real wife left for work. She acted as if this was normal before work routine, and in many ways it was. Jill’s body taking each thrust, she giggled when the door shut and Mel left.

I didn’t cum, pulling out of Jill after she climaxed, my morning was busy so I left around 8 a.m.

I texted Mary, I hadn’t had her yesterday I needed to stop by and service my pet, part of one of the original couples creating the society, her husband passing, my dominance bringing her into my stable.

‘Be ready in 15’ it read.

‘Purrrrfect….’ her cat persona on full display.

I walked to Mary’s, entering her house right at 8:20 a.m., she was naked on the floor of her basement, hearing me come down, opening her legs to show me her pussy.

I moved to her quickly to her open legs, sliding my sweats off, moisture from Jill still on me and I rammed inside, staring down at her face, her eyes intense, mouth open, my cock sliding deep.

I began pounding her pussy with my cock, slamming inside with my weight, moving her tight, athletic body a little each time, my hands in hers, hips thrusting faster and faster. For over 60 she was gorgeous, in shape and pulled at my hips while I rode her.

She cried out like a cat orgasming, I held inside but didn’t cum, my stamina now entering an impressive phase from all the use, I slid out and petted her, we moved to the couch and continued her saying, ‘good kitty.’

I sat in the living room for a while as she crawled off of me and went about her day naked, on all fours as Hildy my pet cat, licking herself and pawing at her ears occasionally.

I hadn’t contacted Nikki on Monday and texted her that I was coming over to ‘Pedlar’s in 30 minutes.

‘delightful’ she replied.

I left Mary’s around 9:30 a.m. to get dressed and drove down to Pedlar’s to see Nikki, she was out at the bar, no one there yet, ready for with a role play scenario for me.

“I hear you have a complaint?” she said in her manager of the restaurant tone. “I have paperwork in the back room you need to fill out.”

“Yes, a complaint…the food was not to my satisfaction,” I knew what her intentions were “I demand compensation.”

Nikki’s smile was evil and seductive.

“Lets will go over your options in my office,” she turned, she wore the popular Athletica shorts that curved to show just a hint of cheek, while maintaining proper coverage. Nikki’s tank was tied and you could see the flock of birds tattoo that ran up her side and I’d seen before on her back, long braided hair swinging.

She shut the door and moved to her desk, fumbling with imaginary papers.

“I must have left the forms in the basement,” she smiled referencing her lair filled with props, devices and several fun apparatuses. “Let’s go down and look for them.”

“Let’s” I said and she opened the door, led me down the stairs to her lair, a place I’d punished her in before. I was one step from the bottom where she stopped.

“I can offer you my ass, my cunt or my mouth, Sir,” she said at the bottom, looking up at me with ravenous eyes.

I heard Jill’s words earlier when talking about domme on domme encounters saying, ‘don’t ever take a subs recommendation, make one of your own.’ She was once an equal, but I had taken control and she was in my stable.

I stepped down to the bottom and stood over her, her eyes waiting for my response.

“I want your screams,” I said, her mouth and jaw dropping, she looked down and immediately got to her knees.

“Yes, Sir…” Nikki said, understanding we were not equals and her impulsive side submitted to me on the spot.

She stay on the floor while I moved the wall, got several devices her head bowed. I moved to Nikki, ordered her to strip naked and began to put the restraints on her.

I had spread Nikki’s legs wide, her wet cunt open, the bar cuffed to each ankle and the crank spreader doing it’s magic. I leant in against her, my mouth at her neck and pushed one finger inside, then two, bobbing inside and then back.

“ohhhh, Master….” Nikki moaned, I added a third. “OHHHH! MMMMASTERRRRR!”

I moved away and began snapping her with a rubber hose again and again. I was relentless, quickly administering the pain, her voice squealing, the marks red, some welting. I moved to her again, rubbing the soreness, my other hand massaging her toned ass cheeks then restarted fucking her with three fingers, knuckle deep. She was screaming, she gave me all the volume I desired from pain, it was time for pleasure.

‘Ohhhhh Donnie, Master Donnie,” She orgasmed on my hand and I leant in and began to devour my breakfast, her juices spilling out of her cavity. “God! BABY! OHHHH! YESSSS!”

I had texted Jill, who contacted Andy, that my ‘whore cunt needed cock in the basement of Pedlar’s’. I continued to fuck her with my hand until he burst down the steps, dropped his pants and soon his cock wast deep inside her cunt.

“OHHH GOD! YES!” Nikki exclaimed, the new, raw, cock inside her churning her insides, his length pushing inside.

“Fuck her long and fuck her hard,” I said, gathering my things and leaving to the sound of flesh pounding flesh. I strutted up the stairs and out of the restaurant, their owner getting the business end of Andy’s dick for the next 30 minutes.

I returned to Jill’s mid-afternoon, having fucked Mary, served Nikki and turned her over, screwed Jill and pounded Mel. Tina, a recent acquisition, was going to get the day off, she spending the day with Kenneth and Wendy, soon to be moving in with the domme couple.

“Full day Master,” Jill said, bowing down and dropping to a knee, then fully on the floor. “What news do you have?”

“Get up and let’s talk freely,” I said, waiting to take her small indiscretions out on her after dinner. “We need to assess where we’re at and what’s the report on the possible new additions?”

“You have served Mistress Nikki and she has a request,” Jill said, her head bowed, she was dressed in yoga pants that tucked up making a nice camel toe, road up her ass cheeks, with just a sports bra, her cleavage hanging there to be observed. “Actually Master, it’s my request as well.”

“Tell me the request,” I said, thinking I knew.

“It’s Nikki’s daughter,” She said.

“I see,” I quickly responded.

“And mine,” Jill said, bowing.

“Carla? Wow….” I was speechless knowing Jill and Brian swore to keep her out of the lifestyle, and I personally knew Izzy, though younger, was more sexual.

“We request you bring them into stable and assigning Ron their Master,” Jill said, still bowing wondering what was going on in my mind.

My daughter was Carla’s age and they had actually gone to the bars together a few times and there was an ‘incident’ where they were caught together. It would be awkward bringing them in either way, yet it would be off the charts for our changes on Hades Night.

“We would get a substantial Stable Rating if they were under Ron, correct?” I asked, looking down at Jill, walking to her.

“That is correct,” Jill answered.

“Then that is what is to be,” I said, hearing the relief, almost a sob out of Jill on the floor. “What level will her indoctrination need to be and who would be involved.

Standing up, putting her hands on my chest, Jill kissed me.

“She will be at Novice, just serving Ron and maybe Tina or Camilla I guess,” Jill remembered the change in stables.

“Interesting,” I said, grabbing Jill’s wrist. “I was going to wait till after dinner, but perhaps you need your correcting now.”

“Yes Master,” she said, I turned her arm behind her back and started to push her down the basement steps.

————————————————————————————————-Brian completed his chores around the compound and spent the rest of the morning already getting ready for Hades Night, the decorators and the supply people bringing things. His body was sore from the immense beating he took, but he was exhilarated, after 10 years he was finally getting the chance to turn the tables on Mistress Night.

She had tortured his body, the pain worse than imagined although Brian loved every second.

“You really took it to the next level,” Carol said on their phone call immediately after the beating. “You said you were going to sell it and you did. And you gave up your command?”

“Yes. She knows I lead the gays now,” Brian smirked while saying it out loud. “It feels so good to let it out finally.”

“You’re a sexual swiss army knife, you know that?” Carol quipped.

“Something like that,” Brian said.

Three years ago at Rylan’s funeral he had questioned everything, his involvement with Rylan and the gay community within the society, Jill and his ownership by Gladys.

He had texted Camron, essentially setting up the “code red” they used to joke about doing from the movie “A Few Good Men.” He stated ‘I’ve come to the realization that the best times of my life were with Rylan and what they were blamed for is unjust.’

He had confided everything to Camron who surprisingly told Brian ‘I’ll be there if you ever want to move forward. Just tell me they were “the best times” and that will be your ordering the ‘code red”.

“There are more men in the community than you think often share on “red light” nights.” Brian told Carol. “Rylan was ‘out there’ a lot, he didn’t just save himself for me.”

“I think it’s time Brian,” Carol said finally.

“It is time,” Brian told Carol reading the reply text from Cameron saying ‘I will see you soon’

“It’s all in place,” Brian said on the phone, working in the back of Gladys complex, his body toned, he was shirtless and sweaty, one of the other male workers moved past him and winked. “No I won’t tell Jill, Mel or Donnie. It has to be a surprise.”

“Yes, you say that every time,” Brian said responding to Carol’s tongue in cheek ‘I LOVE you’ affirmation after he completes a task for her. “Oh, and the papers are at your house, I checked shipping. It’s the final piece, if you could get those signed and back today.”

“Good! I LOVE you,” he said mocking her.

Camron got a got the text from Brian reading ‘the best of times’ midday and didn’t know what to tell Anne, his wife.

Ostracized from the community 10 years ago he had he hadn’t spoken or texted Brian much since Rylan’s funeral. They did talk about what “best of time’ or ‘code red’ meant, and Brian said he was going to ‘work from the inside’ to set up their revenge.

‘I’ve come to the realization that the ‘best times of’ my life were with Rylan and what we were blamed for was unjust’ – the cryptic message said.

Camron knew what this meant and so did Anne reading the text, Cameron having come totally clean with things after their separation and reunification of their marriage.

“Does this mean?” Anne asked Camron directly.

“It’s time, yes,” Camron said. “Hades Night is this weekend, and it’s he’s signally we act now.”

“Camila’s safe and has been old enough to take this for years,” Anne said about their daughter, sitting close beside Camron who’s eyes were distant, looking back into his memories at a time he was in control and lost it all for something meaningful. “And I understand and I will love you regardless of what you decide.”

“Oh God, it’s really happening,” he said, kissed her and began to sob.

“I’ll look for flights,” Anne said, kissing him and holding him tightly. “But first I’m going to warn your daughter.”

She picked up on the first ring, her mom rarely calling her.

“YOU’RE WHAT!!!!” Camilla shrieked, Ron holding her, both naked in a dungeon in Cardinal Creek, laying amongst three other bodies, all three startled from slumber. “JESUS SHIT! ARE YOU CRAZY!”

“Hey! Take it upstairs for Christ sake!” a female voice from the pile said.

“Suck it Gena,” Camilla said cupping the phone, but did go up the stairs, Ron grabbing a couple robes following his submissive.

“I know, but I can’t just put it back the way it was,” Camilla said referring to the house as Camron took the phone from Anne and announced they were flying back and needed their house. Camilla referenced the society, “Dad! You’re not wanted there!”

She listened for a moment, looking at Ron, hearing her Dad’s words, quick with explanation, she looked confused, but following.

“Uh huh. Yes. Sure. I think so.” She paused and looked at Ron, a smile began to creep on her face. “Dad, I hope you’re right. Sure. Love you too.”

“What was that about?” Ron said, Camilla smiling, her naked breasts bouncing as she bounded to him, kissing him deeply.

“My parents are coming back to challenge Gladys….and I think they’ll win.” Camilla said, sliding her hand down to Ron’s large headed cock, thumb running over the head. “Can I move….”

“…In with me, of course,” Ron said then announced. “I’m sending Tina over to serve Wendy and Kenneth full time anyway.”

“Mmmm….I’m yours Sir!” Camilla said jubilantly, sliding down taking his cock in her mouth.

————————————————————————————————-Mel arrived at work, her Master’s instructions were to break it off with Lillian, but she would not, could not…not now.

It was mid-morning before she saw Lillian, gone from the office until she came in the front door.

“We got to talk…” Lillian said approaching Mel, grabbing Mel’s arm. “Some older, blonde bitch invited me for coffee and left threatening me.”

“Jillian?” Mel asked, Jill often using that version of her name.

“Yes…How did…”

“Neighbor, one of my husbands…I mean she’s in…” Mel hesitating for Lillian’s own good not hers.

“Tell me everything, damn it, I mean they’re already stalking me!” Lillian said, closing the door to her office, the shades were already closed. “Fuck it…”

Lillian forced a kiss on Mel, who backed up only for one step and then who’s hands were in her hair, tongue deep in her throat. Lillian was strong, her hands on Mel’s breasts, face, hips and then abruptly she stopped and dropped to her knees.

“Oh no, no, no dear, I’m not…worthy” Mel started to protest the woman bowing to her, thinking she was dominant, Mell ready to submit.

“Mistress, I’m yours to control,” Lillian said, then the office phone rang.

“Melanie? You in there?” It was Gladys somehow using the phone system from the front desk.

“Yes…Mis….Yes, I am,” she said almost giving the power play away in front of her coworkers. “One minute.”

Looking down at Lillian she smiled.

“Rise Child,” Mel said, the large breasted woman pushed up off her feet. “I will control you in due time…it may have to wait.”

Gladys met with Mel for a moment and Mel returned to tell Lillian she had some business to attend to and she would continue their ‘conference’ later this afternoon.

Lillian was restless the rest of the day, waiting on Mel hand and foot, getting her coffee, buying her lunch, helping with accounts and Mel liked the attention.

“Shut the door,” Mel said, it was nearing 3 p.m. and they only had a couple hours of work left, plus the out of town managers leave.

Lillian’s mouth drew pursed and then smiled, moving quickly to the door closing it gently, pushing in the lock and then turned, standing up straight, breath moving her 36dds breasts up and down noticeably. Lillian’s curly red hair, big lips, amazing cleavage, wearing a skirt with a white blouse, Mel suddenly felt powerful.

“Come kneel,” Mel said, the words felt right coming out of her mouth, the slightly taller woman came to her desk and knelt in front, sitting back on her feet. “Very good Child.”

Mel was 15 years older that Lillian, moved around the desk and ran her fingers through Lillian’s hair, petting her while her submissive’s head stayed bowed.

“You have pleased me today,” Mel said, squatting down, her blouse opening, red with a floral print, her skirt grayish. She put a finger under Lillian’s chin, pulling her eyes up to her own, lifting her face.

There was a knock at the door, the handle was tried unsuccessfully, the spell was broken.

“In a minute,” Mel hollered, both women jumped to their feet, Lillian tried to scurry away, but Mel grasped her arm.

“We WILL continue,” she said and kissed Lillian deep. The knock continued.

“Coming!”

The relentless knocks at the door of her office came from Mel’s daughter Amanda, who had her hands on her hips.

“Jesus Mom, you lock the door of your office??” her often blunt 23 year old offspring said, bounding into the room, seeing Lillian saying “Hello…”

Lillian’s was embarrassed having just been kneeling before Mel, she brushed her hair to one side, awkwardly said “Hi” and slipped out of the office.

“She’s a nervous one, did you just cuss her out about something?” Amanda said to her mother, watching Lillian’s curves bounce while she moved out the door and through the lobby. “Cute, though…”

Amanda’s affinity for women was always apparent and her thirst for them insatiable. Mel was happy she finally found Terri and settled down and they had been together just over a year.

“Terri kicked me out,” Amanda said abrubtly in her mother’s ear hugging her hello. “I…I…”

Beginning to sob Mel knew what was going to come out of her daughter’s mouth, and finished her sentence.

“You cheated on her…” Mel said.

“I caught HER…with a guy…” Amanda said a little pissed her mother assumed it was her, fighting back the sob her resilience always admirable, and stuffing down of emotions impressive. “Are you up for dinner?”

“Of course,” Mel said with understanding eyes. “Let me call your father. Why did she kick YOU out?!”

“It’s her apartment remember,” Amanda said, again hugging Mel as she dialed Donnie.

“Hello, yes…yes…listen…Amanda’s here and her and Terri split up…she kicked Amanda out,” Mel told Donnie, getting his attention. “I don’t know…hold on…Who are you staying with?”

“I have everything in my car. You guys perhaps?” she said with a question.

“Of course,” Mel said and they headed to dinner. Driving there Mel contemplated what to tell her, Hades Night coming up, and Wednesday was going to be a neighborhood fuck fest. They got sat in a corner booth.

“I was getting bored of Terri, Mom…” Amanda said in the passenger seat of her Mel’s car, her patented deflection of her feelings after a breakup or disappointment.

She learned at a young age to accept disappointment, her middle school classmates excluding her, not coming to birthdays, and relationships that fell apart too soon.

“There’s no chance of rebound?” Mel asked her daughter, they had found a booth at the local Pho House Vietnamese place.

“No chance…I bet he moves in by the end of the week,” Amanda added, diving into her bowl of curry.

I texted Mel I had parked and came inside the restaurant.

“You’re Dad’s here,” Mel said.

“He’s really going to have a problem with me moving back?” Amanda said

“I…I really don’t know, he’s changed…” Mel tipping her hand some, Amanda always able to read her mother, people anyway.

“Daddy!” Amanda said hopping up to give me a hug, I reciprocated, her adult body pressing into me.

Amanda filled out her frame her senior year of high school, going from a skinny, awkward teenager to a beautiful blonde with a killer body, breasts bigger than her mothers.

“Purple for October?” I asked about her hair, I was used to several changes over the years.

“Rett Syndrome Awareness month,” she said knowing that’s what I meant. We have a couple close friends who’s daughters are Rett Angels.

“You hungry…ah…Dear,” Mel almost calling me ‘Sir’ in front of our daughter.

“Dear…really?” Amanda sensing even that was off. “I haven’t seen you both for 10 months and…never mind really.”

“You want to move back?” I said immediately after ordering a beer and an order of crab rangoon.

“Nothing like cutting to the chase,” Amanda said in her tone, I could hear her expecting me to have problems with her moving back. “Yes, I need somewhere to stay and I’ve gotten a place for the cat and….”

“Amanda, we love you and you always have a room at our house,” I said calmly, the server bringing me my beer.

Mel looked over at my, her eyes wide and then looked back at Amanda and shrugged.

“Okay, I told you never to come back when you left with Terri and after owing us that money,” I said, summarizing a dozen things I was pissed about into two. “Life’s short and you’re our daughter.”

The truth was I had been disappointed to find out she may never give us grandchildren because of her lifestyle choice WITH a partner who hated kids. Terri was a cynical, selfish Dike, who now found love with a cock? I had pressured Amanda to ‘at least try sex with a man’ several times and that dampered a loving relationship we had enjoyed for 20 years.

The order of crab rangoon came up and I took a bite, my wife and daughter speechless. I smiled internally when they started talking about what was in her room and where to put the things on the bed, and her things from her car.

Driving over to see them I called Jill letting her know about the developments and she suggested I connect Amanda with Carla.

“They had a crush for each other back in the catching them in the shower together days,” Jill said, neither of us referencing things surrounding the stables and Carla’s recent exploits with Izzy. “Let her explore her sexuality with people she grew up with, and who knows.”

“Amanda’s shrewd and will pick up on all the things soon enough, just let her discover them organically and deal with each one as they come up,” Jill continued coaching me. “Be elusive, but truthful, distracting until you have to come clean. Use the old ‘on a business trip’ excuse for your wife.”

“What about red light night?” I asked, looking for suggestions.

“Carla…” she just said.

I finished my beer and appetizer and the ladies were still working on the curry.

“When’s the last time you saw Carla?” I asked Amanda.

“Seriously Dad? You trying to set me up?” she said, seeing the real in the situation.

“Maybe, but I just don’t want you sulking around in the house all the time,” I responded.

“I won’t be, promise,” she said, then taking a long drink of her fruity cocktail. “Do you have her number?”

“I’ll get it from her Mom,” I said finally looking at Mel who was just staring at me, somewhat perplexed.

“I’ve got to go,” see you later tonight.

————————————————————————————————-Carol signed the papers online and sent the physical papers Brian requested back in the mail, with a required signature at his house.

“Jill sees 10 of these a month, so it won’t matter,” Brian laughed on the phone with Carol, checking in on her, giving her updates on everything Gladys and Hades Night related.

“Do you remember was she (Gladys) said the moment after she defeated Camron and took you in as a slave?” Carol said seriously.

“To win the game you have to play the game,” Brian said back, Carol reminding him every phone call.

“We’re playing the game, you and I,” Carol said still serious. “We’re a team.”

“We are Sweetness,” Brian said and they hung up.

“You’re part of MY team,” he said at the lifeless phone, Carol having no idea what was waiting for her Saturday night, neither did his wife Jill.

————————————————————————————————-Izzy and Carla

Monday, Oct. 25

Carla was tense to start the day, going back to work after a weekend of discovery. Her friends, who watched her kiss Izzy at the bar, had no idea Carla woke up verbally the property of the young woman, who had a key to her apartment to move in, convincing Carla to ‘train’ all week with her.

“I want you to know the fundamentals,” Izzy said, the two dressing after spending all day naked together. Izzy had grand plans if she could get through the 12 micro lessons before Friday night and that meant moving in with Carla. “You’ll thank me years from now.”

“How’s Izzy?” obnoxious Gary said with surprising sincerity.

“Awesome,” Carla said back, seeing the understanding in his eyes. “You can still flirt with me you know.”

“You do look glowing,” Gary fumbled for a line, her blonde hair done nicely, dress pinned against her strong body. “And pretty hot as usual.”

“Keep working on it Gary,” Carla said and laughed. He really wasn’t a bad guy, just represented all that she despised when his flirting turned aggressive.

“She’s gorgeous,” Kerry the tech said referencing Izzy, her hand on Carla’s forearm, the scent of her coworker intoxicating. “I’m so jealous!”

The touch signaled both jealousy and resentment making Carla unavailable. Carla could tell Kerry was into her, and in a different time and space maybe that could happen.

The rest of the day was normal, Carla was able to block out she had a Mistress waiting for her when she returned to her new ‘home’. She told Izzy she was done at 6 p.m., but things happened and wasn’t finished until she texted Izzy at 6:25 p.m.

‘YOU’RE LATE!’ the return message from Mistress read.

‘I didn’t tell you a time’ Carla would regret texting later.

‘Liar! Worse for YOU. Get HOME!’

Carla shuddered, her stomach dropped to her toes.

“What did I do?” Carla said out loud staring motionless out the car window.

Pulling up and parking she noticed the glow in the loft apartment lights, seeing the shadowy figure of Mistress Izzy standing on the small deck leaning over the rail.

“Fuck…” Carla said to herself, the anxiousness both titillating and worrisome. Then self-talk out loud to get herself to leave the car. “You can do this.”

The cool night air made her nipples hard, she was more aware of her sensitive sexual spots since starting training with Mistress Izzy. Carla had been taken through proper protocol of engagement in various parts of their day and she went through that walking up the steps to the loft, not wanting to screw up any more than she had.

Carla started breathing heavier and heavier, the extra exercise that Mistress Izzy demanded to keep her in shape, but the excitement of a new lesson elevated her trained lungs.

Mistress texted the name of the lesson while she was driving, Carla read it going up giving her a lump in her throat – ‘displeasure.’

Opening the door the first things Carla saw was the vision of Izzy who stood naked in the middle of the living room. The trimmed hairs of her pussy illuminated by the sun setting and the large slider window, still open, the wind blowing her shoulder length blonde hair behind her.

Entering the small Newbo apartment, Carla walked out of her clothes, stripping off the day’s wear with each step and immediate flopped into a child’s pose naked in front of her naked Mistress.

“Nequam…worthless…” Mistress Izzy reminded Carla of her name’s meaning. “Your forgetfulness deserves an unforgettable punishment.”

The anticipation built, Carla wondered what types of pain she was going to be subject to vulnerable on the floor. The cool air felt amazing on he skin, the freedom of being totally submitted, not having to make a decision. She was ready for a quick strike or some spanking harder than Mistress had delivered in her first pain lesson, the choice was not hers. Her pussy wettened.

“Take your child’s pose to the yoga mat I laid out on the deck for you and I will lead you through an hour long practice,” Mistress Izzy said, getting Carla to break character.

“Mistress, it’s dinner time in Newbo. Outside on the deck?…AHGGHHHH!” Mistress Izzy swung the skinny paddle she had behind her body and smacked her sub’s ass.

“Nequam, get your ass on the patio or you’ll get 100 of these!” Mistress exclaimed loudly the bellow of sound passing through the open slider, her words had to have been heard from the parking lot.

Low to the ground Carla crawled outside and naked took a child’s pose, there was still bustle across the parking lot and below the deck. It was getting cold with the sun setting, her nipples rock hard, her flesh feeling the 50 degree temperature and shivering.

“Easy pose,” Mistress commanded from inside the apartment, and Carla moved into a seated position, her hands on her knees, her breasts suspended with a bounce, Carla felt a million eyes on her when in reality there were none. “Your intention in today’s practice is to please me because at the moment I’m displeased.”

The apartments lined decks up every other unit, making a checkerboard, and thirty feet to her right she saw the fifty-something hipster come out of the apartment to vape.

“Close your eyes,” Mistress said. “Make your way to table top Nequam.”

Carla moved forward, her breasts now dangled forward and down, before shutting her eyes she could see the grey haired man just looking over in disbelief. A couple exiting restaurant looked up to see Carla’s naked form, stopping to watch her move through her first sun salutation, the woman grabbing her date’s arm, both looking up in admiration of her freedom.

Mistress Izzy moved her through an hour long practice, complete with Sun A and Sun B, balance, abs and stretching. The pace made the temperature a non-factor, and she even sweated some, the young yogi having practiced through high school into this year.

“Namaste, Nequam” Mistress Izzy ended the practice, a total of a dozen people saw the naked practice, some taking a picture or video on their phone. “Rise and come inside, present yourself for inspection.”

Carla felt relaxed, opened her eyes to see the man still vaping, sitting in the chair having watched the entire hour. He gave a wave and she ducked into the apartment, a woman could be seen staring from below in the lot.

Inside she bent over at the waist, spreading her legs, and reaching around to peel back her fine ass, opening herself to her Mistress.

“Nequam, you surprised me,” Mistress Izzy said, running her hand over the inside of her ass cheeks, down her back, pushing against her, covering her body with hers, running down her legs, back up and then down her torso. “Stand at attention.”

Carla unfolded and put her arms at her side, her breathing still heavy her eyes were down, looking at Mistress Izzy’s beautiful legs.

“I replaced ‘displeasure’ with ‘public’ for tonight’s first lesson,” Mistress Izzy said. “Could you feel their eyes on you Nequam?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Why am I displeased?” Mistress asked.

“I did not tell you I would be late tonight Mistress.”

“Grab your ankles,” Izzy commanded. “You will feel pain tonight.”

Carla did as she was told, bending her knees slightly, her hands grasping her thin ankles, her ass cheeks spreading.

The “woosh” of the skinny paddle made her tense up.

“AGGHFTT! AGGHFTT! AGGHFTT! AGGHFTT! AGGHFTT!” Carla exclaimed, the flesh on her ass stung, the strikes harder than anything she’d endured from Mistress to date. “AGGHFTT! AGGHFTT! AGGHFTT! AGGHFTT! AGGHFTT!”

Mistress Izzy moved her hand to the spots she just struck, the warmth and redness under her fingers, she moved two fingers to Carla’s cunt and pushed inside to the knuckle and turned them around.

“AHHHOhhhhh…mmmmm…OHHhhh Mistress!” Carla moved from surprise through discomfort to soft moans the fingers finding spots inside her body. The contrast of receding pain, abrupt penetration and pleasure mixed a slurry of sensations. “OHHhhh…OHHH!”

Mistress twisted and turn her fingers, then pulled them out adding a third into her box, pushing in deep, pulling back and fucking her tight twat with her long digits.

“OHHH! MMmm!!!! MISTRESS!! YESSSSS!” Carla orgasmed.

It was the first of many that night, and when they concluded Mistress Izzy took hold of her elder sub, their bodies together on the couch.

“Tell me the lesson’s you learned tonight, Nequam?” Mistress Izzy asked Carla, holding her, petting her hair. It was near Midnight.

“Public, displeasure, stamina, and…ummm…double,” Carla said, looking up into Mistress Izzy’s eyes.

“This is ‘caring’,” the dominant said. “There has to be balance, and you turned my displeasure into me being pleased with you.”

“Yes Mistress,” Carla said, wondering when the power play would end, not knowing it wouldn’t for over a week.

She had taken the paddle 100 times, turning displeasure into stamina and then Mistress probing her cunt and ass in between strikes and long afterwards with two medium sized dildos and her fingers. She lost track of her orgasms, her ass cheeks still throbbing, her body quivering in Mistress’s arms.

————————————————————————————————-Izzy and Carla

Tuesday, Oct. 26

Izzy was a traditionalist, going to all the popular BDSM sites, blogs and even listened to some podcasts. When she came out to her mother as preferring women, Nikki Farley just shrugged and said “Me too, I guess”.

When Izzy professed her love of the ‘Dark Arts’, her mother’s reaction got the full first name, “Isabella Farley, you don’t have any clue what you’re talking about…”

Now she was enlisting her first formal sub, and a young woman older than her to boot. They had returned after sharing Carla, a minimum requirement for Izzy if she was to have “control”. She had drafted a contract and had it ready for Carla to sign.

She gave it to Carla, who looked it over before bed and now they were awake, moving about the apartment as the sun rose out the slider windows.

“Sign here,” Izzy said to Carla, the two women sharing the morning naked, overlooking Nebow market. “You’ve read it, right?”

Carla smiled, and signed the contract Izzy woke and wrote, outlining what Carla would allow Mistress Izzy to do to her, pushing her sexual boundaries.

“I don’t care Mistress,” she said, understanding at least the power dynamic she just agreed to. “You’ve taken me places I….”

“I may be younger than you, but your brattiness and impulsiveness needs to listen, Child.” Izzy said for the first time, moving to her submissive. “I think our next lesson starts now. Get to your knees.

Carla was smiling, looking up at Izzy.

“Lower your eyes!” she commanded, dropping Carla’s gaze and the smile from her face. “You have displeased me, Nequam…your name means “worthless.”

Carla felt the coldness, the displeasure and the shift in power. It felt good.

“Nequam come kiss my feet,” Mistress Izzy commanded, not going to hard, physical acts to show her displeasure, easing into the dynamic. “Yes, that’s good.”

Carla crawled, lowering like a soldier, snaking over and pressing her lips to the tops of her foot, Mistress raising her foot and Carla began to suck each one of her toes before moving to the next.

“Now, lay back and spread your legs, open up, let me see inside you,” Mistress commanded, Izzy now getting wet watching her control over another. She felt the power cuffing and doing some light things to her body, restraining her on the table. This was different, she was officially in charge and having Carla have to follow directions. “Yes, Nequam, your pussy pleases me, your wet flesh, I will have you for breakfast.”

Izzy went down on her submissive and stayed there a long, long time, making Carla orgasm again and again.

Carla arrived at work dove into her pile of files and was having a normal work day morning, no thoughts of pain or submission, her mind totally focused on her job.

Until Mistress’s text came in.

‘Choose a male co-worker to join you for an after work drink and more, or allow me to choose someone at Pedlar’s’ – Mistress Izzy texted. ‘Tonight’s lesson is ‘sharing”

“What the fuck?” Carla said out loud staring in disbelief at the phone. Mistress Izzy had her sign a contract, and there was language about Mistress Izzy having total control of Carla’s body including sharing. It felt rushed, it felt fast and Carla quickly dialed Mistress’s phone, but even quicker hung up.

“You tried to get me,” Izzy called back.

“Butt dial,” Carla said, in a hushed tone lied to her Domme. “I’m in meeting, gotta go…Mistress.”

She walked through the office, there were no men she even found the least bit attractive, except for the married ones. Going to the lounge she fixed a coffee turned and about ran Gary over, dodging him like a pro running back.

“Athletic and beautiful,” Gary said, having been instructed to ‘up his flirt game’.

“Not bad,” she said smiling back at him and heading to her office, quickly concluding out of everyone at the office it would be Gary at the same time knowing it couldn’t be Gary.

‘You choose whom I’m shared with at Pedlar’s, Mistress’ – Carla responded not wanting the baggage of revealing her world totally to someone like Gary or Bruce, who she saw coming out of the board room.

‘excellent’ Mistress Izzy’s text read. ‘Are you looking at your co-workers in a different light?’

Mistress Izzy’s purpose was two fold, Carla’s eyes for her co-workers opened and she saw the curve of Gary’s ass, the broad shoulders and the muscles on Bruce even the outline in Jerry pants. She saw Kerry and wondered if it could be a female partner from work, though she was strangely wanting a strong man.

‘yes mistress’ – was her response. ‘I’m heading towards Pedaler’s now.’

Carla was surprising into the idea of Mistress Izzy picking others to share her with, something her mind couldn’t wrap around, the trust given to Mistress was different. It excited Carla, drawing nervous butterflies into her stomach, the nauseous feeling building driving to Pedaler’s.

In the parking lot, alone in her car, she took a deep breath and shot out of the car, the edge of the dress popping up, her panties flashing a couple walking up the restaurant. She quickly covered herself, her mind asking her ‘what if it’s one of them?…’

Izzy’s mom Nikki greeted Carla placing hand on her shoulder, looking her in the eye. Carla Nikki’s perfume was elegant her the long braided hair flowing down into her cleavage showing out of the tank, she could see her Mistress in Nikki.

Izzy broke the spell appearing with a big smile, taking Carla’s hand leading her to a corner booth.

“Do you consent, Child?” she asked Carla immediately, getting a confused look from her, Carla thinking ‘did I have choice?’

“Yes, Mistress,” Carla bowed, her hands clasped in front of her as instructed, sitting up straight, her gaze down.

“Very good…you please me,” Mistress Izzy said, Nikki coming over telling Izzy ‘It’s ready’.

“You’re identity will be kept secret, hooded and restrained, your body is just a vesicle of pleasure, understand?” Izzy said, Carla’s pussy becoming moist with the words of submission.

“Oh yes, Mistress,” she said surprising herself with her eagerness.

“Walk into my office and down to the dungeon, strip naked and wait on the pad just to the right of the base of the stairs,” Mistress Izzy commanded.

“Yes Mistress,” she said and obeyed her, except going to the bathroom first. Coming out of the women’s bathroom Carla caught a glimpse of Mistress talking to a man she had seen around the development, very nicely built, beautiful face.

Into the office, the door was open leading to the basement. Carla descended and stripped off her dress and dropped to the pad.

She laid naked in the basement, her head down, her anticipation growing, the coolness of the basement, dank and dark, she was startled by the door shutting and the footfalls of Mistress coming down the stairs.

The hood went on with no words from Mistress Izzy, then the next 10 minutes of preparation was a blur, the end result had Carla bent over a padded pummel horse, legs spread and cuffed, arms behind her back and bound in rope, hood on.

Finally Mistress spoke into Carla’s ear.

“As your Mistress I own your body, understand?” Mistress Izzy said.

“Yes Mistress,” Carla said, hearing her domme fumbling with something.

Izzy inserted the short side of a double-sided dildo-strap on into her own pussy, Carla couldn’t see but Mistress was wearing crotchless leather chaps, a leather bustier, dark black makeup. She moaned slightly then affixing it to herself, then moved to the flesh bend over and spread open, pressing the tip to Carla’s taint.

“Ohhhhh Mistressssss…” Carla sighed, Izzy pushing the phallic device into her body, pulling back and thrusting again and again until she could push the entirety of the long shaft into her sub, pleasing her. “YESSS! OHHH GOD! YES!”

Mistress Izzy was the first to fuck her, pumping and pushing back and forward, parting the sweet flesh, warming her up for their guest cock. She pulled back and out, the suction making a popping noise leaving Carla’s body. Mistress moved to her face, dangled the rubber cock in front and pushed in the mouth hole of the hood.

Carla felt it enter and opened, giving the prosthetic head, taking it in her throat, the Mistress walked it back out of her mouth.

“It’s time,” Mistress Izzy said, reaching for the ball gag, pulling the hood up, still covering her eyes, pushing the ball over Carla’s lips, snapping it behind, sliding the hood back over her head. “You’re a piece of meat, an offering for two people worthy of using you.”

Mistress Izzy patted the side of Carla’s head and went to the base of the steps. Izzy saw Ron emerge, not knowing he just became part of Donnie’s stable,and set to be to be owner of both Mistress Izzy and Carla.

“Master…” Mistress Izzy said, kneeling at his feet, he slipped off his t-shirt, shorts, boxers and stepped out of his sandals.

“Beside her!” Ron commanded, Izzy expecting this and she moved to the padded pummel horse, stripping off her chaps, bustier, now naked and laying beside Carla. The 30-something body builder moved quickly to Carla and his large headed cock pushed between her cheeks.

“Ogghfft” Carla moaned into the gage, the large head of his cock slipped into her moist flesh, her pussy lips parting and he held it just inside.

Ron pulled back, holding onto her arms bound in the rope and thrust back and forth. “OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT!”

Izzy watched, the chiseled abs, arms, legs, moving his cock in and out of Carla.

“OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT! OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT! OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT! OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT! OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT!” The sensation was pressure and pleasure for Carla.

He had just come away from an orgy in Cardinal Creek, his stamina unyielding, he fucked Carla relentlessly.

“OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT! OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT! OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT! OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT! OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT!” echoed in the dungeon, the bustle of the bar above them.

“OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT! OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT! OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT! OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT! OGGHFFTT! OGGHFTTT!” Carla had orgasmed twice, bordering on a third

Ron pulled out of Carla.

“Now, for young Mistress,” he said moving to Izzy as she braced for his cock, spreading her legs. She felt his mouth, pressed to her tiny hole.

“Oh yes, Master, take me there…” Izzy assumed to get full control of another domme this was the ritual. His tongue rolled spit from his mouth, his hand came up, inserting a finger as he drizzled saliva down. “I am yours….”

“AHHhhh! YES! AHHHH!” Mistress Izzy screamed, the large head pushing through the tightness, his cock lubricated from her sub Carla’s cunt and all the spit.

Carla felt the pummel horse move, the man’s cock taking her Mistress’s ass over and over, pushing harder on each thrust. He was completing the transaction, having taken her sub and now her ass.

“AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!!” Izzy took him again and again, her screams delicious to hear, glad it wasn’t her ass, though she figured that would happen down the road.

Ron was a machine and wasn’t going to stop until his consummated his dominance.

Impishly Nikki couldn’t stay away, she was at the top of the steps hearing her daughter get fucked in the ass by Ron. She knew Carla, young, wet Carla was bound, gagged and hooded below beside her daughter.

“AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!!” He didn’t hold back, Nikki almost drooling with anticipaion.

“AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!!” Nikki took a couple steps down, moved quickly, seeing the man’s firm ass thrusting in and out of her daughter. Nikki also saw the plump pussy lips of Carla, such a nice ass bent over, legs spread.

She moved swiftly to Ron, Nikki ran her hand across his ass, he didn’t slow the onslaught.

“AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!!” Izzy continued to moan, there might have been several orgasms mixed in there, it was so unrelenting, Nikki couldn’t tell.

Carla felt a mouth on her cunt, the darkness of the hood, the horse moving with Izzy getting fucked, now a tongue deep inside her. ‘Nikki?’ she thought feeling the braided hair running down one thigh and pressed against her ass, smelling the sweet musk of her perfume.

“OGGHhhhhmmmm” Carla moaned, the older bar owner eating her out expertly.

Ron seeing Nikki devouring cunt, just inches away from her own daughter getting the blunt end of his massive cock in the ass, stirred his arousal.

“AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!! AHHHGAHHH!!!” Ron continued on, hearing the wet sucking and slurping at Carla’s openings, Nikki tonguing her tiny hole now.

“OhhhGGHHHHMmmm!” Carla came again, Nikki now looking up at Ron, she lapping at the young woman’s flesh, sucking the juices flowing out.

“OHHHH YES!” Ron said plunging deep into Izzy and unloading his cum inside.

“MMmmmm, Ohhhh Master,” Izzy said, looking back at him pulling out, seeing her mom pivot on her knees leaving Carla and now taking the cock in to clean. Izzy turned away, listening to the sounds of finished sex, Nikki releasing his cock immediately Izzy slid off the pummel horse and knelt before Ron.

“Master we are yours,” Mistress Izzy said, loud enough for Carla to hear.

Ron bowed in respect, touched Carla’s ass and Izzy’s head at the same time, Nikki was holding his leg, she part of Donnie’s stable would be submissive to Ron, even though he was a probationary Master.

He dressed and left up the stairs, Izzy cared for her sub in the basement, both getting dressed and heading back to their shared apartment.

It was late in the evening, nearing midnight, the two were intertwined together on the couch in their apartment, Carla awake thinking about the cock she took, Nikki (Izzy’s mother) down on her, Izzy taking Ron.

“Did I please you Mistress?” Carla said, looking up her pussy felt a little sore, she hadn’t had a man in several months and Ron was sizable, though he took most of his sexual aggression out on Izzy.

Izzy had wondered if Ron had done damage to her ass, feeling a sharp pain there, no blood or anything like that, glad to have gotten that ritual over so successfully.

“You have my permission to speak freely,” Izzy said, looking at Carla with soft eyes. “Was that too much?”

Carla slipped into herself, out of the submissive consciousness.

“No Izzy,” she said. “Truthfully I think I needed that.”

Izzy’s eyes lightened, she stood, her beautiful naked body catching some light from the street lights below through their slider. She laughed and held out her hands lifting Carla up and hugging her.

“Do you remember when you let me into your ‘club” back in the day,” Izzy referring to Carla and Amanda’s tree house when they were 15 and Izzy was 7. “Remember how happy I was?”

“You were so cute, then dressing up,” Carla said. “We danced and danced, it was our ‘club’. Amanda lived a couple miles away, but she would come over.”

“I’m that happy right now,” Izzy said, the two still naked and holding each other in the home they had created for each other. “Funny how Amanda’s parents moved over to the neighborhood after she left for college.”

“Yeah, I saw her a year ago with her girlfriend Terri, cute couple,” Carla said, they both began gathering clothes to put back on. “I had an, shall we call it an ‘incident’ that pretty much dissolved our friendship.”

“Oh do tell!” Izzy said, stopping and dropping her clothes, running up to Carla.

“We were banned from being alone together after.., they caught us in the shower,” Carla said blushing a little.

“SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!” Izzy said, pushing her a little like Elaine did to Jerry on Seinfeld. “I should tan your behind for that!”

“Please do!” Carla joked turning her sweet, naked ass to her Mistress. “I’d love to have you own us both, Mistress.”

“Sounds yummy and besides, I’ve already been down on her MOM!” Izzy squealed and they both melted together in laughter.

It was mid-evening and Carla wanted to share the news of her ownership with her Mother Jill, Carla getting confirmation of her affinity for the Dark Arts as well.

“I need a shot or two first,” Carla said, getting dressed Izzy was still naked heading to the bathroom. Carla tossed back two tequila shots before heading out the door and called to her while her Mistress slipped into the shower. “See you in a couple hours.”

“Pretty standard,” Jill said handing the piece of paper back to Carla, her daughter surprising her with a visit and an announcement.

“You know about this shit, right?” Carla asked Jill, showing her the contract she signed with Izzy. “Pretty standard? What’s NOT standard?”

Jill was expert in handling discovery, usually getting days or weeks to bring someone into the fold, but this piece of the overthrow puzzle, as personal as it was, needed just hours to handle.

“Did you enjoy your evening?” Jill asked, moving towards her daughter, referencing Carla’s story of a secret dungeon below Pedlar’s, a man taking her while she was bound and hooded and Nikki sucking on her cunt while Carla’s mistress got plowed in the ass by Master Ron.

“Ennnjoy?” Carla slurred, having poured herself a drink after arriving there, on top of the tequila shots. “I…I don’t regret it…”

“Hmmmm,” Jill said holding off, making her daughter lead the conversation.

“You were neighbors with thtthtthhem back in the day, right?,” she slurred again, Jill gracefully getting her daughter some water. “I’m beginning to put pieces together…it feels…judging by your reaction, you’re DEEP in this lifestyle.”

Jill had been dodging this conversation for years, deflecting and distracting her daughter who had seen her mother in various compromising situations.

It was time to be straight up.

“Okay Carla,” she said, signaling to her daughter she was going to be straight with her. “Your Dad and I have been in this lifestyle since before we were married and we control and are under other’s control.”

“What does that mean?” Carla asked, thinking about her giving control to Izzy, trying to project her limited exposure to her parents. “Who’s controlling who?”

“It’s complicated,” Jill said, slipping back into deflect and elude mode, giving her just a nugget at a time until her daughter heard enough. “I am dominant to your father.”

“Interesting,” Carla said, showing no signs of disgust or anger. “So you have a contract he follows?”

“Carla, it’s been so long ago that our contracts have evolved into a protocol within our society,” Jill said, now sitting beside her on the couch, stroking her hair like she used to do with her as a teenager. “We live it to a point we know what our roles are with each other and with the others in the neighborhood.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Carla said, the level of curiosity dying, both wanting to know but not wanting details. “Why does he work so much? Is that part of it?”

“Your Dad holds many large corporations together with his accounting expertise,” Jill said, then taking close to the truth. “I’ve allowed him to serve them, making us a lot of money.”

“Hmmmm,” Carla said, laying her intoxicated head in her mother’s lap. “Serve is an interesting choice of words.”

Carla closed her eyes and fell asleep, staying with her Mother that night, on the couch.

————————————————————————————————-Izzy and Carla

Wednesday, Oct. 27

Carla woke with a headache, but she had to get to work. The shots were pounding in her head, and her body felt different, being filled by long length and girth of an unknown man’s cock.

“Mom apologizes for taking liberties with you,” Mistress Izzy said via text. “I will meet you at your apartment after work.”

“Yes, Mistress and tell her no problem,” Carla said, her pussy moist at the thought of her Mistress’s mother’s tongue lapping at her flesh.”

Amanda, Donnie and Mel’s daughter, finally texted Carla, and as instructed by her Mother Jill she invited Amanda to Newbo for a drink, around 6 p.m.

Carla arrived at work and settled into her morning, getting a lot done up until 10 a.m.. Kerry the IT woman, 32, married with one child came in to Carla’s office. She was wearing a tight top framing her breasts nicely shaped with girth. Walking towards Carla, the tight slacks had her hips swaying, framing a perfect snatch, she wore stylish glasses, loving to play the hot, geek IT girl role.

“Do you have a second Carla?” Kerry said, flipping her medium length brown hair, perfectly done, closing Carla’s office door and possibly locking it? Carla shook her head, no that didn’t happen.

“Yes Kerry, anytime,” Carla thinking it would be about the computer upgrade everyone was getting. “I think I requested a MacBook.”

“Oh, I know. It’s not about that,” she said, her head cocking, eyes fixed on Carla’s new neck adornment. “How long have you been owned? Is it Izzy, is she your Mistress?”

A warm rush fell over her body, it was like Kerry could read her mind, see everything that happened the night before, the man plowing her cunt, Nikki licking her twat. Carla looked down, feeling Kerry’s dominance before she even opened her mouth.

“I have three subs that I meet with,” Kerry said, already staring intently at Carla when she looked up into her eyes. “My husband, his best friend and his best friend’s wife.”

“I see,” Carla said respecting her co-workers role, lowering her eyes, without using a formal name.

“We’d love to have you join us sometime,” Kerry said staring at the top of Carla’s head, then sarcastically said. “Hey, it’s it Red Light Wednesday Night in Cardinal Bay and Cardinal Creek.”

“Hhhhow do you know that?” Carla asked perplexed that not only was she discovered, but a co-worker played in the sister development.

“Our friends…actually we knew them back in high school, so classmates, live in Cardinal Creek,” Kerry answered, moving close to Carla. “They’ve seen you at Pedlar’s and with Izzy, boy did they react when I told them about you two at happy hour.”

“Crazy…” Carla said shaking her head in disbelief. “Is there anything else I should know?”

“You’re property of Izzy, our friends Karl and Kinzie are my property,” Kerry said moving closer, Carla standing her ground, seeing the perfect skin of Kerry face, red ruby lipstick on full lips. “Transitively speaking, you’re to obey me.”

“What say you then, Mistress?” Carla said calmly, with a head shake, her eyes up.

“Bow before me!” she said sternly, slapping Carla across the face for her insubordination, keeping her eyes raised after Kerry’s role was announced.

“Offtttt!” Carla said taking the slap, pressing her hands together and bending at the waist, up and holding her gaze down.

“Tell Mistress Izzy one of your stops tonight must be 3456 Cardinal Court,” Kerry said, then began walking away to the door. “And tell her she needs a better name than ‘Mistress Izzy’…sounds like she’s 12…well, she practically is…”

“Yes Mistress,” Carla said, the door shut and she looked up. “One of our stops?”

(Chapter 10 – Red Light Wednesday Night)