I woke up several times during the night, though not for long. Once to find my Mistress slipping back into the bed with me. I assumed she’d gotten up to go pee or maybe get a drink of water. I remember smiling sleepily and maybe mumbling something out loud, but that’s about it. The next time I’d felt something soft brushing my lips and awoke to a soft kiss. Hers and the, somewhat surprisingly, Mr. Vandermeer’s.
“Hi?” I whispered, blinking sleepily in confusion. Glancing at the window I could tell it was still dark out, although a bedside light kept the room softly illuminated.
“Need anything, baby?” I focused on her voice, groaning as I stretched my tired muscles. “I need to go?” The memory of her calling me her piss slut washed through me and must have shown on my face.
Mrs. V chuckled, running her fingers tenderly down my spine as she helped me to sit up. “Would you like help going to the bathroom, Kitten?”
Kitten. Without thinking I reached up assuring myself that I was still wearing my collar. It felt comforting in a way that I can’t explain. Or maybe I could and just wasn’t ready to, yet? I was still coming to terms with thinking of her as my Mistress. It felt like we’d taken a step forward yesterday, our relationship subtly changing. Or maybe not so subtly? My brain was too foggy to work it out just now.
“I…” I paused. I was about to tell her ‘no’. I knew where the bathroom was and I was perfectly capable of taking care of my needs by myself. But something stopped me. I looked over at her husband, who’d moved away, sitting up comfortably, watching me with curiosity. He was wearing a robe, tied at the waist. What was under that I could only guess at. He offered me a smile, which I returned shyly.
“Yes?”
She laughed. “I am wondering if everything is going to be a question for a while.”
I giggled nervously, wondering the same thing. “Maybe?”
This time she just shook her head, her eyes crinkling with humor.
“Mistress, Miss Spencer. Get used to using my title when you address me. Is that clear?”
“Yes. Yes, Mistress,” I corrected myself, blushing at the way I felt as the word rolled off my tongue. It stirred up a wealth of feelings within me. Arousal, certainly. I couldn’t deny the effect it had on my pussy and my nipples. But it was more than that, though I couldn’t put a name on exactly what.
She took my hand, helping me out of bed and leading me down the hall to the bathroom. It took me a while to realize that I was naked. I laughed at that.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, and I told her.
“I didn’t even realize I wasn’t wearing anything until just now. I mean, in front of your husband and everything.”
That earned me a playful swat on the bottom. “Get used to it. Besides, you look good naked.”
“So do you. Mistress.” I was learning.
“Mmhm.” She gave me the slightest push into the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe, watching as I sat down on the toilet. Wondering that I would still be shy of having her watch me pee after everything, and yet, I was. Finally, though, my bladder co-operated and she led me back to the empty bedroom, Greg, apparently, somewhere else in the house.
“Let’s get you tucked in and back to sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a full day for you, kitten.”
I blushed, imagining what she had planned, not daring to ask her. Instead, I yawned, unable to help myself, and nodded, already feeling sleep creeping its way in.
“You’re not going to leave me,” I whispered, hoping against hope that she didn’t plan on joining her husband, wherever he was. I needed her to stay, although I didn’t tell her that. Still, I think she knew.
“I’ll be right next to you all night, baby.” Kissing me on the forehead, she settled in, spooning me, her arm around my waist. I could feel the warmth of her body against me, lulling me quickly back to sleep.
I awoke once more during the night, although it was more like early morning by then. I’d rolled over in my sleep. When, I had no idea, and was laying with my head on her chest, my cheek pressing against her soft breast. Without even thinking about it, I kissed her nipple and then sucked it tenderly into my mouth, suckling for a few minutes until she stirred, her arms going around me, almost protectively.
“Behave,” she murmured, kissing the top of my head.
“Yes, Mistress,” I mumbled, drifting off contentedly again.
o-O-o
The next time I awoke, I was alone and the morning light was hitting the window. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, feeling surprisingly refreshed. I wondered if I should stay put or get up and go see what my Mistress was up to. My bladder made the decision easy for me. I had to pee. Remembering last night, I didn’t bother looking for anything to wear. I didn’t even bother to close the door to the bathroom. What was the point?
Wondering if she’d left a note, I went back to the bedroom. When I didn’t find anything, I decided to explore while wondering what the day would bring. Abby had said the kids were with their grandparents, so I assumed she’d want to take advantage of that. And me. I replayed the events of the day before as I meandered down the hall, a little overwhelmed. Mr. V hadn’t fucked me, but he’d come on me and Abby had scooped up his cum off my tits and fed it to me. My first ever taste of a guy’s cum, and it had been her husband’s. Add cum slut to my list of titles, I thought with a giggle. Kind of a step down from piss slut, though. And where did pain slut fit in? Maybe I didn’t need the pre-fixes and I was just a slut. A slut for Mrs. Vandermeer, at least.
I smelled it first. Bacon frying. After that, I just followed my nose to the kitchen, my stomach waking up quickly, a different kind of hunger stirring in me. Quickening my pace, anxious for breakfast, I found myself standing in the doorway of the kitchen. My gaze went immediately to Mrs. Vandermeer, her back to me as she sat at the counter, wearing a dark red silk kimono. She was absorbed in drinking coffee while Greg was busy fixing breakfast. Bacon and eggs and toast, it looked like. My tummy rumbled again.
“Good morning, Mistress,” I said, announcing my presence and was rewarded with a bright and pleasant smile.
“Good morning, Kitten. I trust you slept well?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I responded, unsure of what to do next for a moment before getting hit by a bolt of inspiration. “What can I do to help?”
“For now, sit,” she replied, patting the stool beside her. “Greg? Hand me a towel. I don’t want my slut making a mess.”
Blushing, I waited until she’d placed one of the kitchen towels down before taking a seat beside her, my gaze wandering over to the stove where it appeared like breakfast was approaching readiness.
“That looks yummy, Mr. V,” I said in a cheerful voice.
“Almost ready. As soon as Candy joins us, we can eat.”
“Candy?” I blurted out, eyes wide with surprise, the hunger in my stomach suddenly replaced with nervous butterflies.
I was never good at hiding my emotions, especially from Mrs. Vandermeer. Chuckling, she leaned over and claimed me with a kiss. Not a soft peck on the cheek either. With one hand cupping the back of my head, her fingers laced into my dark hair, she pulled me close, her mouth on mine. Naturally, I didn’t fight her and opened my mouth for her as we engaged in a full-on, porn worthy kiss that left me breathless long before it was over. I didn’t even realize that I’d turned towards her and spread my legs until I felt her fingers brushing along the inside of one thigh, her nails leaving soft marks in my flesh as they grew closer and closer to my teenage pussy. It was a good thing she’d set a towel down.
“Greg invited her over for breakfast. Thought it would be nice for you to meet in person. Oh, and she’s seen your video, pet. Only seemed fair.”
I digested that bit of information for a brief moment before getting lost in the sensation of my Mistress’s touch as she carefully slipped a finger into my slick pussy, forcing a shuddering moan from me.
“She’s been looking forward to meeting you ever since,” Greg added. “She said it might be nice to have a playmate.”
His word barely registered. All I could really concentrate on was Abby’s fingers as she slowly fucked me on the stool. Reaching out, I tried to undo the sash on her kimono, only to have her pull her head back, and withdraw her finger from my wet cunt, crisp blue eyes even with mine.
“Hands to yourself, Miss Spencer, unless I give you permission. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded meekly, moving my hands away, resting them, palm down, on my thighs, unsure what else to do with them.
“Good girl,” she smiled, enticing me to smile back shyly. And then I felt her finger pressing between my cunt lips once more, claiming me, much to my delight.
I got lost, again, forgetting about Mr. V, about Candy, about everything but the look in my Mistress’s eyes, our gazes locked, as she continued to fuck me, at first with a single digit, and then with two. Unable to help myself, I began to pant and roll my hips until she simply stopped, and held them inside of me, letting me do all the work, her thumb pressing into my clit every time I rocked forward.
“What is the rule, Miss Spencer?” she asked.
Trembling as the need to come began to build in me, I replied, my voice shaking.
“No coming without permission, Mistress.”
She nodded, her smile cruel.
“Very good. Now, keep going. When Candy arrives, I might let you come for me. For us. But only if you beg for it. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I whimpered, moaning as she ran her nails up my arm, leaving light red scratches in my flesh, not sure which would be more humiliating. Coming in front of her husband and his pet, or begging to come, promising her anything she asked, just for the privilege of an orgasm. I guess I would soon find out.
The sound of the doorbell startled me, and I froze, my hips pushed forward so that I could feel Mrs. V’s hand pressed against me, her thumb pressing into my sensitive clit.
“I’ll get that,” Greg announced, drawing my attention for a brief moment, flushed with embarrassment that I’d forgotten he was even in the room, realizing I hadn’t noticed him putting out food and plates on the dining room table. I’d been too busy humping Abby’s hand.
Mrs. V just nodded and smiled, her eyes never leaving mine.
“That’ll be Candy. Probably. You never know.”
“Oh, god,” I breathed, aware that my entire body heaved with every lust-fueled breath I took, my tits especially, rising and falling with each quickening breath.
“Turn your head, slut. Face the doorway. I want your face to be the first thing she sees.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned, obeying in a haze, a good idea of what she would see. Hazel eyes wide and foggy with lust, mouth hanging open, nostrils flared, cheeks burning with humiliation as I moaned like a whore for my Mistress.
She was pretty. I mean, I already knew that. The first thing I noticed was she wore the same red leather collar I’d seen her in before. The one with the silver rings dangling from it. This time she was dressed, at least for now, in a cute skirt that showed off her legs and a skimpy halter top, making her look like a typical college student enjoying the weekend.
“Hello, Candy.”
“Hello, Mrs. Vandermeer,” she replied, her voice soft. I detected a hint of nervousness which I related to.
“Candy, say hello to Shannon,” Mr. V told her. I detected a note of fond warmth in his voice. Obviously, he cared for her, much like Mrs. V cared for me.
“Hello, Shannon. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“Did I tell you to stop, Kitten?” Mistress asked. Her voice was soft but cruel. “Did my husband let you watch the video I took?”
This time, her attention was directed at me, her gaze appraising as I nervously resumed fucking Abby’s fingers, unable to hold back a moan as she teased my clit with the pad of her thumb while Candy watched, licking her lips sensuously – I think it was for my benefit – before answering.
“Yes, Ma’am. He let me keep it, too. I’ve made myself come, with permission of course, several times while watching. She’s fucking hot.”
“Sit,” Greg told her when she started to kneel, obviously used to being subservient to him. “It’s a casual breakfast. This is all very new to Shannon. I am sure you remember how it was for you.”
Candy paused as if surprised, finally nodding at him and then directing an understanding smile at me before pulling out a chair where she had a good view of the counter. “It was scary at first. It still can be. You’ll get used to it, though. As much as you can, I guess.” The last bit was said with a shiver.
“Mistress?” I whispered, turning away from Mr. Vandermeer’s sub, my cheeks burning with shame. “I can’t… I need… to come. Please?”
“Speak up, Miss Spencer. Don’t be embarrassed.”
That only made it worse, but of course, that was the whole point.
“I need to come, Mistress,” I said louder.
“And what do you say, Kitty?”
“Please, Mistress?” I moaned, my voice wobbling.
“Please?” she prompted me, kissing my nose fondly, a wry smile on her face.
I took a breath, closing my eyes as I fought my impending orgasm, picking out the words carefully before asking again.
“Please, Mistress Abby, will you allow me to come?”
“What are you?” She teased cruelly, pushing her fingers into my sopping wet pussy as she started fucking me again.
Searching my brain, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“A slut?”
“Whose slut? And what kind of slut?”
I was figuring it out as I went. Thankfully, she had a patient expression on her face.
“Your slut, Mistress. Your dirty little fuck slut,” I managed, gasping as she added another finger to my cunt, stretching my hole wider.
“What else?”
“Your nasty little piss slut.” She shoved her fingers in harder at the word ‘slut’.
“Your whore.” Again, she accentuated the word ‘whore’ with her fingers, almost toppling me over the edge.
“And?”
“Your good girl?” I managed, stuttering as I felt my eyes trying to roll up into my head.
“Look at Candy, kitty. Open your eyes and look at her.”
Unable to speak, I did as she told me, my mouth open like a fish out of water, the noises I was making unintelligible as words.
“Now ask me.”
“M-m-mistress, pl-please may I c-come?”
“Go ahead and come, baby girl,” she told me, thrusting her fingers into me over and over and over. Locking gazes with Candy as I felt myself falling over the edge, my climax so intense that, when it was done, I simply slumped over the counter, breathing hard, unaware for several moments of anything.
Eventually, I recovered enough to sit up again, Abby’s command to do so breaking through my fog after several tries.
“And now, what do you say, Kitten?”
“Thank you, Mistress?”
“It’s not a question, slut.”
Swallowing, I tried again, not wanting to displease her, especially in front of Greg and Candy.
“Thank you for letting me come, Mistress,” I told her earnestly, earning a tender pat on the head, much like a well-behaved pet.
“Not perfect. We’ll have to work on it. For today, however, it will do. Now, let’s get you fed.”
As usual, I was off-balance, unsure of what to say or do. After all, it was one thing when I was alone with my Mistress – I felt comfortable, in a way. But being naked, being made to come in front of her husband and his very hot submissive? I was holding it together but that’s about it. Naturally, I looked to Abby for guidance and she, looking somewhat amused, took pity on me.
“Kneel beside me, pet. All you need to worry about, for now, is doing as I tell you. Nothing more. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I managed, doing my best to impress Mr. V and Candy with what a good girl I was and how well I obeyed Mrs. Vandermeer. This was uncharted territory, but I somehow knew that making her look bad in front of others wouldn’t go over well, so I paid very close attention to everything she said and did and kept my mouth shut, except when taking food from her hand. Yes, she fed me little bite-sized morsels taken from her plate after which I’d lick her fingers clean. When I could, I watched Candy, trying not to make it too obvious. A large part of it was curiosity, but I won’t pretend that I didn’t wonder what it would be like to be with her. How would that even work? Would she be in charge like Mrs. V? I knew for certain that I could never dominate her, or anyone else. It just wasn’t in me. Or maybe it would be sweet and gentle, more like making love to a girlfriend or a lover, not that I really knew much about that. Mrs. Vandermeer would probably watch. Mr. V. too. I admit to being fascinated by the prospect.