The networking aspect of these evenings was a little obnoxious, but Becca and Kitty had learned to accept the compromise: having these evenings occasionally meant that their mother didn’t need to invite clients or employees to their house.
Typically the two sisters would endure dinner and cocktails at a high-class restaurant, followed by a truly mind-numbing play. They were expected to dress up and be on their best behavior for the evening. Kitty eyed her old standby: a little black dress that her mother had gifted her for one of the outings several years back. It was perfect: understated, classy, and forgettable enough that the shy, reserved Kitty could fade into the background and let her more sociable mother and sister take the spotlight.
Tonight, Kitty would relax and spend the evening with her mother and sister in the same way she always did: smiling politely and waiting for the awkward evening to be over. She felt a curious blend of relief and dissatisfaction as she put the finishing touches on her makeup and picked up the little black dress, ready to put it on and leave for the restaurant. She had been looking forward to the opportunity to spend one normal night with her family, but she had to admit that it sounded a bit boring…
Without knocking or greeting her daughter, Laura breezed into the room, looking fabulous as usual in a figure-hugging dark blue dress, daringly tall heels, and subtle, classy makeup. Looking at this sexy, powerful woman and knowing that she was in a sexual relationship with her sent butterflies spiraling through Kitty’s belly, even if the feeling was tainted by that woman being her own mother.
Confusingly, Laura had a garment bag dangling from one finger, and a shoebox held in the other hand. She raised an eyebrow at the dress laid out on her daughter’s bed. “Oh Kathryn… that old thing?” said Laura with a shake of her head. “I’m afraid not. It just won’t do. I got you a new dress, darling. Try it on.”
Kitty felt a prickling of apprehension as she eyed the smirk lighting up her mother’s face. What was going on here exactly? Surely her mother didn’t intend for her daughter to wear something too embarrassing… After all, these events were so public: all three women of the family were typically under intense scrutiny all evening. Any clothes too embarrassing for Kitty would be embarrassing for Laura as well…
Right?
With shaking fingers, Kitty unzipped the garment bag. Her face drained of color as she stared at her mother with shock. It was almost too small to be called a dress. Made of soft, deep green material that Kitty was sure would compliment her pale skin tone and dyed hair, although that was the least of her worries. “Mommy…” she said, nearly speechless with incomprehension. This evening was a networking event. Was her mother really comfortable with her daughter dressing like a slut?
“Shhhh,” said Laura, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Her hands gently reached up to unclasp Kitty’s bra from behind. “You won’t be needing this tonight, darling. The panties will have to go as well I’m afraid. The slit on the side of your new dress goes up to the waist, and we can’t have your underwear peeking out.”
Kitty continued to give shocked, mumbled protests as her mother’s firm hands guided her through the process of donning the flimsy cocktail dress. It was as bad as it looked at first glance. The soft flowing material plunged between Kitty’s breasts, revealing a wide swath of creamy, bare cleavage. The bottom of the dress, just as her mother had warned, had slits that went up farther than the hips, showing off the entire length of Kitty’s willowy thighs, marred only by the interruption of her leather chastity belt.
Overall, the dress gave the impression that one wrong move could expose almost everything. Kitty’s horrified eyes moved from contemplating her own body to locking onto her mother’s heated gaze over her shoulder in the mirror. Clearly, her mother was letting her libido make decisions for her at this point. Maybe she didn’t realize the danger this posed to their whole family’s reputation. Kitty had to try one last time to get through to her.
“But… but Mommy,” said Kitty meekly, “Everyone… all your coworkers. They’ll see me like this. Is that really what you want?”
Laura planted a soft lingering kiss on her daughter’s cheek. “You’re shyness is charming, dear, but don’t push your luck.” Her Mommy’s voice was soft and hot in Kitty’s ear. “You don’t need to think so hard about this kind of thing anymore. Just relax and do as your mommy tells you.”
Kitty’s felt hot blood rushing to her face as she realized that she was actually going to wear this slutty dress in public. She closed her eyes and gulped, “Y-yes Mommy,” already picturing the long, torturous night ahead of her.
“Good girl,” purred Laura. Fondly running a hand up under Kitty’s dress and goosing her daughter’s bare ass. Make sure you put on your new shoes before we leave. Ah! Before I forget… I have one last gift for you.” She opened the clutch on her shoulder and retrieved a flat jewelry box from inside, presenting it to Kitty with an expression of mingled motherly warmth and possessive lust.
With another panty-moistening wave of humiliated horror, Kitty opened the box to see a slim leather choker with a shining clasp at the front. Two letters were picked out in diamonds on the clasp: MG.
“Can you guess what they stand for?” asked Laura, her eyes twinkling with delight.
“Mommy’s girl,” breathed Kitty, her embarrassment at her predicament momentarily overwhelmed by swooning submissive lust.
“That’s right,” purred her mother, crushing her daughter into her soft body with a hug from behind while nuzzling her neck. “Everyone who sees you tonight will be looking right at a symbol of your sexual submission… but I would think of an alternative acronym if I were you darling. Imagine the scandal if you told the truth to everyone who asked!”
Laura turned Kitty’s face to steal one last swift, warm kiss, then pulled away.
“Now put on your shoes. Your sister will be here in just a moment to give you the rest of your outfit. I’m excited darling! Our first night out with our new family arrangement. It promises to be… memorable.” And with a waft of floral perfume and a swish of dark blue silk, the gorgeous force of nature that was Laura Wilson was out the door.
Kitty breathed a sigh of relief. So Becca would be bringing the rest of her outfit. Maybe a jacket of some kind to cover her body up a little?
She didn’t have to wonder for long. Becca sauntered into Kitty’s room just minutes later, looking stunning in a deep purple sleeveless dress that Kitty couldn’t help but bitterly note was a thousand times classier than her chosen outfit while still showcasing her sister’s lovely body.
“Oh my God!” she squealed in delight as she saw Kitty’s slutty dress, hurrying forward to ogle her older sister from all angles. “Mom really outdid herself on this one. Those randy old men she works with are going to see fucking everything!”
“Mistress, maybe you can talk with her,” said Kitty nervously. “If I go out like this everybody is going to know that…”
But Becca was shaking her head ruefully. “I think we both know that’s not how this works, pet,” said Kitty’s little sister with a smirk. “What Mom wants, Mom gets. We’re both just along for the ride.” Becca reached between her breasts and fished out the little key to Kitty’s chastity belt, threaded on a long silver chain. Becca winked at Kitty as she crouched to reach beneath her sister’s skimpy dress. “So let’s just have fun with it, shall we?”
“Y-you’re taking my belt off?” asked Kitty in a stunned voice. As she felt the leather and metal device fall away from her crotch, a warm flush of arousal spread through her belly. It was a purely Pavlovian response: for the past week, her chastity belt only came off for showers or when she was about to have sex, and her body had learned to eagerly respond to the sensation of freedom.
“Of course I am dummy,” muttered Becca as she pulled the belt away and tossed it aside. “Do you want everyone to ask about the chastity belt they can clearly see under your racy dress?” Becca straightened up and grabbed Kitty by the shoulder, looking her right in the eye with a challenging grin. “But that doesn’t mean you have a blank check, sis. I’m still in charge, and you don’t get to cum unless you have my explicit permission.”
Kitty blushed and looked away. “I-I’m not going to cum in front of Mom’s coworkers anyway, Mistress,” she said, trying not to sound too defensive.
Becca’s grin only widened and her eyes shone with excitement. “That’s right, I forgot to tell you the best part!” She reached into her purse and pulled out the remote control vibrator she had tormented Kitty with earlier in the week.
“Mom thought that you could use one last accessory to make your outfit complete!”
…
Right up until the moment that they walked through the doors of the restaurant as a family, Kitty assumed that her mother would call things off and admit that everything had been some sort of twisted joke.
But the private car pulled up to the restaurant without any indication from Laura and Becca that they were going to be merciful. When Laura linked arms with Kitty, pulling her forward towards the waiting doors with firm but gentle pressure, reality finally sunk in.
This wasn’t a bluff, or a prank, or some kind of test. Her mother really intended to display Kitty to her friends and coworkers in this slutty little green dress. Panic finally blossomed in Kitty’s overheated mind. Arousal came with it, warming her body and sending blood rushing through her veins. She could feel it, wild and hot; pounding in her ears and flushing her skin.
As the three women made their way toward the room reserved for the party, Kitty’s nipples began to swell and throb, pressing against the thin silk of her dress. Her ankles wobbled in the tall heels her mother picked out for her. Her mind seemed to run in circles, picturing just how slutty and pathetic she must look…
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