Kitty didn’t get much sleep that night, but she learned a valuable lesson: never second guess her Mistress’s control.
Laura’s domination style was different but no less intense. She particularly enjoyed “training” her daughter in long, slow, tantric sessions designed to make Kitty really feel her warm, but absolute control.
On one occasion she covered her feet in honey and commanded Kitty to remove every last bit of stickiness to teach her Sub “thoroughness”.
Another time she bound Kitty’s arms and held her hand motionless between Kitty’s splayed legs, not letting her daughter free until Kitty was able to hump herself to orgasm on her Mommy’s motionless fingers. This was to teach Kitty “technique” supposedly.
One day she made Kitty rim her ass for hours in every conceivable position, giving harsh critiques and commands on how to improve until Kitty was able to make her cum through anal stimulation alone. Kitty humbly asked what this lesson was supposed to teach her, but Laura just laughed her low, musical laugh a said “It was meant to teach you to be good at eating your Mommy’s asshole, darling.”
Rose had become a delicate issue. Kitty tried to text and call her girlfriend as often as possible, but inviting her over seemed impossible. What was she supposed to do if her mother insisted that Kitty eat her out while Rose was over? Was she supposed to say “No” to her dom? Was she supposed to excuse herself, make her Mommy orgasm, then come back and kiss Rose like nothing had happened? The chastity belt was another major obstacle. Over the course of the week, Kitty became more and more certain that Becca would refuse to unlock her for a conjugal visit with her girlfriend, and inviting Rose over and then refusing sex might start an argument that Kitty wasn’t prepared to have. So far, her excuses had been accepted by Rose, but she wasn’t sure how long she could keep coming up with reasons her girlfriend couldn’t come over.
Apart from the special events, Kitty was required to take care of her Doms’ sexual needs whenever necessary. On Friday night, Laura and Becca tried to play a game where they blindfolded Kitty and asked her to guess who she was eating out. They were forced to stop the game early. Kitty was so good at the game that it wasn’t even fun. She knew her Mistress and Mommy from taste alone, even apart from the distinctive shapes of their pussies against her tongue. Instead, the night descended into sloppy, threeway sex.
Obviously, Kitty knew that her Mother and sister were at least open to the idea of incest since they didn’t seem to have any problem with Kitty being their sexual submissive. But it was still mindblowing to see Laura powerfully prove her “head dom” status by pulling Becca’s head roughly back and kissing the bratty girl within an inch of her life. Kitty couldn’t help but moan and squirm against her own naughty fingers as she watched Becca pay humiliating homage to her mother’s superiority, the lesser dom kneeling at Laura’s feet and sloppily eating her perfect pussy like Kitty had been forced to do so many times already that week.
The sight made Kitty feel like she wasn’t alone: they were all one big perverted family together.
And she felt even better when, after a few minutes of letting Becca demonstrate her lower status, Laura beckoned Kitty to join her. It was a moment of sisterly bonding, humbly kneeling together between their mother’s creamy thighs. Becca’s continued her tongue work on Laura’s juicy pussy, while Kitty carefully positioned herself to put her week of training to good use, rimming her mother while her little sister kept working above her. Working together as a team, it didn’t take long for the Wilson sisters to bring their Mom and head of the household to a delighted, screaming orgasm, the pleasure of her daughter’s harmonizing tongues temporarily making Laura drop her dignified facade.
Kitty had a hard time imagining the last day of the week being any better than this. She barely registered it when Laura informed her that they were having their annual party and trip to the theater Saturday night.
If anything, it sounded a little boring.
…
Rose moaned and squirmed as Laura’s hand dug deep into her panties.
It was Thursday evening, and Rose had come over to plan Kitty’s surprise party… as well as to receive “Dom training” from Kitty’s mother.
She thought it would be a lot less… hands-on.
“Can you feel it?” whispered Laura in Rose’s ear. “Like I said, technique is important, but energy is the real key. Do you feel my strong, confident energy?”
Right now, Rose was struggling to feel anything other than Laura’s slim fingers penetrating her sopping pussy. “Y-yes” she gulped, her face coloring with a hot, shameful blush. “I can f-feel it!” She had no idea how she had ended up in this position. Laura was just so magnetic. So compelling. When she had firmly commanded Rose to remove her pants, Rose found it hard to say “no”.
And now she was half naked, embroiled in a sexual situation with her girlfriend’s family once again.
What was wrong with her?
“Excellent!” said Laura, withdrawing her dripping fingers from Rose’s similarly soaked panties. Rose almost went limp with relief that the sexual ordeal was over… Then she felt Laura gently pushing her down onto the couch. “Just one more lesson, dear,” said Laura gently. “Something that will really drive my daughter wild. Trust me.”
Laura stood and removed her own yoga pants and panties in one swift motion, revealing her thick, womanly thighs and a triangle of neatly trimmed auburn pubic hair. “One of the most submissive feelings in the world is to have a lover above you, humping and thrusting,” explained Laura with a wicked smile. Rose couldn’t take her eyes off the naked thighs and hips of her girlfriend’s mom. The barest hint of her pussy showed between her legs… The predatory glint in the older woman’s eyes went unnoticed by the entranced young woman.
“That feeling, of being in an inferior physical position as someone thrusts into you from above, is easy for dominant males to create,” explained Laura, gently turning Rose onto her side and lifting one of her legs by the ankle. Rose gasped in embarrassment and shock as the cool air of the Wilsons’ living room hit her blushing, gooey pussy, now exposed to Laura’s gleaming eyes. Thick strands of feminine lubrication connected her thighs for a moment before breaking, betraying the depths of her arousal.
“Dominant women need to get a bit more creative,” murmured Laura, feasting her eyes on Rose’s beautiful young pussy. “Facesitting and Strapons are one way to create that feeling. Today I will teach you another.” Laura yanked Rose a bit closer, pulling a breathy yelp of surprise from the young woman’s lips. Then Laura positioned herself between Rose’s thighs, bringing their wet pussies within inches of each other.
“They call it tribadism. We used to just call it scissoring when I was younger, but everything had a fancy name these days. I think you’ll find that it gives a delightful feeling of utter submission…”
“Wait! Wait!” gasped Rose, her eyes wide and conflicted. “It’s not right Ms W-Wilson! What about Kitty?”
Laura just cocked her head in confusion. ‘Did you forget, honey?”
“This is all for her benefit.”
Laura’s hot wet pussy crushed against Rose’s equally soaked vagina, sending sizzling waves of taboo pleasure through the bodies of both women. Then, with slow, deliberate motions of her powerful hips, Laura began to move, creating delicious slimy friction where their pussies met.
Rose gasped and writhed, caught in a web of sexual pleasure that she didn’t know how to escape. She felt the slick folds of Laura’s pussy slip and slide messily with her own, rubbing and grinding sensitive flesh against sensitive flesh, sending mind-melting arcs of electric pleasure from her overstimulated pussy directly into her brain.
There had to be something Rose could say to convince Laura to stop this before it was too late and she truly betrayed Kitty by orgasming all over her mother’s pussy.
“P-party planning!” gasped Rose. “We… we need to party plan, Ms. W-Wilson.”
Laura looked shocked for a moment, then laughed, long and low and sweet, keeping up the moist, grinding pressure of her hips the whole time. “You’re right, dear. We got a little distracted, didn’t we? Well, I don’t mind. Let’s talk about it now.”
“N-now?” whimpered Rose as Laura continued to rub their cunts together mercilessly, “B-but…”
“I was thinking that a sex party would be the most fun,” said Laura matter-of-factly, her powerful hips increasing their pressure and pace.
“Wh-what?” asked Rose. “But I don’t think… I don’t think Kitty would like that very much…?” Her voice trailed off into a vague whimper as the intensity of Laura’s dominant humping grew too much to bear.
“On the contrary,” purred Laura, really putting her muscle into her domination of the whimpering, dripping young woman beneath her, “I KNOW she will love it. So. Can I count on you to make the arrangements? Sex swing rentals… Lube… Ooh, maybe dildos as party favors…”
“I… mmmmm… I don’t…” protested Rose, throwing an arm over her blushing, panting face as her orgasm neared.
“Can I count on you to make the arrangements for your girlfriend’s orgy, Rose?” asked Laura sweetly, her rubbing, grinding hips reaching a fever pitch
.
“Yesssssss!” moaned Rose deeply, giving in to her “Dom Teacher”, body and soul.
…
Kitty ran the brush through her thick, lustrous hair again and again, staring at herself in the mirror. The same old pale, thoughtful face, deep blue eyes, and two-toned hair. It felt strange that she could still look like the same old Kitty, even after The drastic changes that had turned her life upside down the past two weeks.
But tonight, for one evening at least, things would go back to normal.
Kitty’s mother had tickets to the theater again. It had become a semi-annual family tradition, though it was just as much about professional networking for Laura as it was a family outing. Laura used the theater trips as a tactic to influence and reward lawyers at her firm, as well as a way to wine and dine clients. It was a calculated symbol: I trust you so much I am inviting you to an evening with my family.
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