Part 9: Katie
Katie lay on the bathroom floor, letting her breathing settle.
I fucked Brenda. Holy shit, I fucked Brenda.
The rest of the night came flooding back quickly without her having to experience everything that happened over again. It had been a fuck fest. Threesome after threesome, the girls playing alone when Boratus needed to recover. When she remembered him licking her, she almost came again.
I hope mom didn’t hear me squeal when I felt that spanking. At least I know why my ass hurts now.
Mom. Fuck. How do I tell mom I’m an owned slave now? I still don’t think I can do it.
She finally entered the shower, although she remembered having a better one with two other bodies at the end of the night before Brenda drove her back to the bar. They made out while standing by her car, as ordered, before she got in. Knowing they’d made several onlookers either hard or wet, she drove home with additional satisfaction.
I guess I got used to playing with Brenda. Not that I’d play with her without orders. She got the better deal though. She got to play with my tits. Hers are so little. But she does have those long nips. They were yum.
I wonder what Cynthia’s tits would feel like. Wait. What the hell? Where did those thoughts come from? Maybe Master is programming me to like girls. Can he actually do that?
Eh. What Master wants, Master gets.
Wait. No. I don’t like girls. I’ll fuck’em for Master but not by choice.
We’ll see…
***
“How was your night?” her mom asked as they sipped their morning coffee, still in their robes on Saturday morning.
“Great! Brenda and I had fun.”
It’s not a lie.
Her mom’s eyebrows raised at her enthusiasm. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Doing what?”
“Programming assignment.”
Not totally a lie.
Her mom set down her coffee. “When did you take up programming?”
Shit.
“Not computer programming. Human behaviour. You know, how we’re programmed each day to do things we normally wouldn’t.”
Definitely not a lie.
Understanding filled her mom’s eyes. “Oh. Like buying shit we don’t need.”
“Yep! I learned a lot and realized how easily it can happen.”
“Oh, I know,” her mom replied, picking up her cup again and sipping. “Have you seen how many pairs of shoes I own? And I only wear about four pairs regularly. Sales are so seductive.”
“And a girl loves being seduced,” Katie added.
“Yes, we do,” her mom said, holding her cup out. Katie knocked her own cup against it.
As her mom drank her coffee, Katie couldn't help staring at the exposed flesh of her breasts that her robe revealed.
Fuck. Did I just check out my mom? I know I'll eventually have to tell her what I am, but even if Master is making me attracted to women, that does not include my mom!
Does it?
Get a grip, Katie. I mean, sure, I love obeying his orders, even if it means fucking Brenda, but I'm not actually attracted to Brenda. Although her tongue really made me cum hard. Or was that just because I was obeying? Oh my God, it's getting so hard to separate it. Is that what's happening?
“Earth to Katie,” her mom said.
“Huh?” Katie answered.
“I asked if you have plans today.”
Fucking Master, if he lets me.
“Oh, I, uh, I’ll probably be hanging with Brenda … and maybe Cynthia too,” she replied.
Oh wow. What's it gonna be like hanging with Cynthia now, knowing Brenda and I are both owned? I wonder if Master owns Cynthia as well, or if he's working on her. The way she reacted to the video though. I doubt she'd ever watch it again. We’ll just have to be careful what we say around her. Yeah, except Brenda is always saying things to tempt fate.
“Oh,” her mom said. “I was hoping we could spend some mother-daughter time together.”
An image of being naked in bed with her mom flashed in Katie’s mind. A tangle of tanned flesh, a mass of dark brown hair as they kissed.
Woah. Stop it.
“Let me text Brenda and see what's up.”
She sent a text to Master Boratus
KK: Will I be seeing you today, Master?
Then a couple to Brenda.
KK: Hey slut, we getting together today?
KK: btw, does Master own C too?
Turning back to her mom, she said, “But we have time even if I'm going to meet her. What would you like to do?”
“Well, you're not gonna like the first part,” her mom started.
“Oh?”
“Help me clean up the place.”
“Ugh.”
“I know. I know. But we can play music and dance while we do it. And then after, let's just chill and watch a movie together. They're supposed to be thunderstorms today.”
Katie smiled. A tradition she and her mom had formed when she was sixteen was to watch a horror movie whenever there was a thunderstorm. They hadn't been able to do that for a few months because their schedules and the weather hadn't matched up.
“Sounds good. I guess we should put clothes on.”
Her mom sighed. “If we must.”
Katie raised an eyebrow. “Did you want to clean in our robes?”
Her mom smiled. “No, that would be awkward. Robes aren’t made for doing chores. But a rainy Saturday in PJs? That's something I’d be down for.”
“Cleaning clothes now. PJs for movies. Got it.”
Katie got a reply from Brenda. It was a pic that Boratus had taken the night before. She and Brenda sat on the couch, showing the writing on their bodies with proud smiles.
She almost came right then.
Her mom burst out laughing. Katie turned red, thinking she’d been caught, but her mom held out her phone to show her Facebook page. A meme that said, “I like to help people find things by pointing out that it’s gotta be around here somewhere,” showed on the screen.