tagLesbian SexBedding the Babysitter Ch. 07

Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 07


Summary: Cheerleader confrontation; Governor Daphne flashback.

A summary of the first six parts:

Part 1: 18 year old Jenny is a shy, curious babysitter who is pulled into the lesbian lifestyle by her pretty, seductive neighbor and employer, Megan.

Part 2: Jenny is taken out for a makeover where she meets her school crush (cheerleader Karen) and ends up at the lesbian club (La Château) where she accepts unconditionally that she is a submissive lesbian.

Part 3: Jenny, now a sub to cheerleading captain Karen, ends up becoming popular, sets new fashions with her thigh high stockings fetish, starts seducing a female teacher and ends up as the pet for a group of cheerleaders at a retreat.

Part 4: Jenny attempts to complete her seduction of her pretty teacher.

Part 5: Returning home, she walks in on her Mom who has submitted to Karen. Shocked, Jenny listens to how her mother became a sub just like her.

Part 6: Jenny goes on her first lesbian date with Ashley another cheerleader...who, unlike Karen, is not a Domme.

Note 1: As always a great thanks to MAB7991, Robert and goamz86.

Note 2: Of course, all participants are at least eighteen years old.


The Sunday evening I walked in on Mom on her knees pleasuring my Mistress was a bizarre ending to the most bizarre weekend of my life.

It started with a cheerleader lesbian orgy, continued with the seduction of my favorite teacher; followed by the stunning revelation of my mother submitting to my teenage Mistress and finished, or so I thought, with a date with Ashley and a very intimate rendezvous in her bedroom.

Mistress Megan asked casually, as if my mother wasn't between her legs licking her pussy, "How was your date, my dear?"

I stammered, still coming to grips with yet another twist in my life which just a couple of weeks ago was about as mundane as a teenage life could be, "It-it-it was good."

"Only good?" she smiled, already really good at reading my facial expressions.

Unable to hide my excitement, I admitted beaming, "It was amazing!"

"Good," Megan smiled. "Now you look exhausted, so to bed with you, my dear, we will talk about this whole new development tomorrow."

My body and mind literally in comatose mode, I agreed, "Yes, Mistress." As I headed upstairs, I paused, "Good night, Mom."

Mom popped her head up from between Megan's legs and answered, her eyes making contact with mine with a look that screamed sorry, yet her voice was oddly happy, "Good night, dear."

In my bedroom, exhaustion hit instantly and I collapsed on my bed numb with pleasure and confusion.


I woke up the next morning and a feeling of warmth washed over me as I remembered the sweet intimacy followed by raw sexual lust with Ashley. Was Ashley really my girlfriend? Did I have a girlfriend? I rolled over, grabbed my phone from the nightstand and re-read the last text from Ashley.


I can't wait!! I really LOVE spending time with you and YES you are MY girlfriend.

I had a girlfriend. Yet, I also had two Mistress's and a Mom who was going through her own sexual identity crisis. As I bathed in the afterglow of last night's memories, one after another came flooding back.

Had Mom really submitted to Mistress Megan last night? Had mom submitted to Karen yesterday afternoon? Was Mom a submissive lesbian just like me? As the craziness of yesterday continued to come back to me, I also recalled seducing Ms. Morgan yesterday as well. Had all that happened in one day? I seduced and pleasured Ms. Morgan, Mom submitted to Karen, Ashley and I had our date followed by an intense quickie at her house with her parents downstairs, oblivious to the fact that I was licking and eventually fisting their daughter to orgasm. Finally, coming home to find Mom submitting to Megan. It sounded like a poorly written porn movie, but that was the reality of my sinful Sunday...I could only wonder what Monday had in store for me.

I was just beginning to get out of bed when Karen burst into my room. "Get up slut!"

Karen was dressed surprisingly not in her usual cheerleader's outfit, but in a white blouse, plaid skirt and dark pantyhose, the typical school girls' uniform.

I still had not come to grips with her seducing and domming my mother, even though she had told me she was going to do it. I just couldn't fathom my mom as a lesbian, never mind a submissive lesbian to a teenager who just happened to be her daughter's friend and Mistress too.

I didn't even have time to respond when she questioned, "Why didn't you answer my calls and texts last night?"

"I was on a date, remember?" I answered.

"You understand I am going to punish you for such disobedience," she threatened.

Her threat should have scared me, but after not getting to come last night, the idea of some sort of sexual submission had my pussy tingling. I also assumed she didn't know about mom and Megan, which I was not going to tell her. "Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Good, now go shower so you can tell me all the juicy details of your date with Ashley," she ordered.

I went and took a long hot shower as I delayed giving details of my first ever date to Karen, who could possibly attempt to trivialize or taint the special night.

When I returned to my bedroom there was an identical school girls' outfit for me, except there were thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose for me. I sighed but understood the expectations. A couple weeks ago there was no way I would have even considered wearing such a provocative outfit to school or anywhere for that matter, yet now it didn't faze me in the least. I was beginning to like the attention, breaking the old stereotypes and judging of me.

I got dressed in the outfit and sighed again as I realized that when standing up, people couldn't see the top of my stockings, but as soon as I moved at all, and definitely when I sat down, my silk stockings tops would be seen by anyone remotely paying attention. I should have been ashamed or nervous, yet the idea kind of turned me on. After a lifetime of not being noticed, it was quite exhilarating to suddenly be noticed.

I walked down the stairs and was worried I would find Karen and Mom in some sort of sexual act, and was thankful when I found just Karen having a glass of milk.

As if reading my mind, she explained, "Don't worry my pet, Mistress Megan has made your mom off limits."

"She has? " I asked surprised.

"Yes, Mistress has taken your mother under her wing," Karen continued, before adding, "That being said, the same can't be said for you."

"Sorry, Mistress Karen," I apologized, trying to explain, "It was our first date and I shut my phone off."

Standing up, Karen explained, "You will always be on call for me, is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed.

"Good, let's get going," she instructed, "I am dying to hear about this date of yours."

Telling her felt like a betrayal to Ashley, yet I knew I had no choice. During the drive, I told Karen about the date and our brief intimacy at Ashley's house, but left out the fisting part.

Karen asked, "So are you two a couple?"

"I don't know. We want to be," I admitted, "but we're not sure we're ready to be outed yet."

"Good call," Karen nodded as we reached the school parking lot. "I have no problem if you and Ashley play or date, as long as you understand you are still my submissive."

"Of course, Mistress," I agreed.

"And I think you should keep it a secret at school for now," Karen said as she unbuckled her seat belt. "High school girls can be ruthless."

"I agree," I concurred.

Once outside, Karen asked, "Ready for your punishment?"

I smiled, "Not really."

"Brat," Karen laughed.

"Your brat," I playfully retorted.

"Like your outfit?" Karen asked.

"It's rather revealing," I answered.

"That it is," Karen smiled, as we headed towards the school.

We were about to go our separate ways when Karen leaned in to my ear and whispered, "I expect you to tell Ms. Morgan that you loved eating her cunt."

"Okay," I said, tentatively, although it seemed like a pretty tame punishment.

"And I want you to obey every order Sabrina makes of you today," she added.

"Oh," I said crestfallen.

"She is my sub too, but after punishing her thoroughly Saturday night I informed her she would remain my number two," Karen said.

"I see," I answered, distracted by her order. Sabrina was the one cheerleader I disliked and I believe the feeling was mutual.

"Should I make it a week?" she asked, noticing my hesitation.

"No, Mistress," I sighed softly, "I will obey, of course."

"Good girl," she smiled, before adding, "speak of the devil."

I turned around and saw Sabrina, also dressed in an identical school girl outfit, including similar thigh high stockings, walking towards us, a big smile on her face.

"Hello, Jenny," she said, reaching us.

Just then my cell phone rang. I looked at Karen who nodded I could answer it. The number was private and I said, "Hello."

"Is this Jenny Wyatt?" the voice asked.

"Yes," I replied, not remotely recognizing the voice.

"Please hold for Governor Green," the voice said.

"O-o-okay," I stammered, stunned by who was on the line.

"Who is it?" Karen asked.

"Governor Green," I answered, realizing Karen knew nothing of my rendezvous with Governor Green back at the Le Chateau Club.

"Sure it is," Sabrina said, her tone snarky.

"Seriously?" Karen asked, less doubtful, but more curious.

I nodded yes just as the Governor spoke. "Hi, Jenny."

"Hi, Governor," I replied, still feeling surreal that I was talking to her on the phone even as I flashed back to my one night with her last weekend.

After leaving Megan at the club, I was taken to a limo where Governor Green was already waiting.

Once inside, she offered me a glass of wine and said, "A toast."

"To what?" I asked, taking the wine glass.

"To new friendships," she smiled, so warm and inviting.

"To new friendships," I agreed, as our glasses clinked.

I sipped my wine nervously as the limo started to drive. The past couple of days had been very overwhelming, but being in a limo with our state governor, a woman I adored as a role model, was surreal...especially since I was pretty confident I was going to have sex with her.

"Are you nervous, my dear?" she asked a moment later.

"A little," I said.

"Only a little?" she questioned with a smile.

"Okay, a lot," I laughed, already very comfortable with her.

Her hand went to my leg; her hand was so warm it sent chills up my back as well as straight to my pussy.

"Megan told me a lot about you, my dear, and I would love to get to know you better," she continued.

"Okay," I agreed, all my SAT vocabulary words having apparently vanished from my brain.

She laughed, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No, Governor Green," I replied.

"Please call me Daphne," she smiled, her fingers making the smallest movements on my leg.

"O-O-Okay," I agreed, again sounding like a high school dropout.

"So, you are just coming to grips with your sexuality," she said.

"Yes, Governor, I mean Daphne," I replied.

"You don't sound sure," she said, her hand a constant distraction.

"It is all really new to me," I admitted. "I mean I knew I liked girls in theory, but theory has become reality in a pretty big way tonight."

"It is a lot to take in, my dear," she smiled sympathetically.

"I'm not complaining," I giggled like the school girl I was.

"Me neither," she countered leaning in and kissing me.

I couldn't believe I was being kissed by the Governor of my state. I closed my eyes and just allowed myself to let go and enjoy the moment. The kiss started soft and tender but slowly escalated to a more urgent raw passion. Our tongues explored as if we were in a cave without any light source. Eventually, she broke the kiss and smiled, "You have such soft lips, my pet."

"Thanks," I blushed at the compliment and the endearing pet name.

"Are your other lips as soft?" she asked with a sly smile.

"I-I-I don't know," I stammered, surprised by her naughty innuendo.

"Well, only one way to find out," she said, as she pushed me gently against the back of the seat and lowered herself between my legs.

I stared unable to believe that one of my idols was about to go down on me voluntarily.

"Thigh highs," she commented. "Very, very sexy, my pet."

"T-t-thanks," I barely got out, as I felt her hot breath on my thigh.

"And going commando, you really are a deceivingly naughty little girl," she purred, her head going directly to my fevered pussy.

"I aim to please," I got out, trying to be playful and then cursing myself when I realized how corny I sounded.

"Oh trust me, I aim to find out how true that is, my pet," she replied, before her tongue made contact with my pussy lips.

"Ooooh, God," I moaned on contact, the crazy submission at the club having kept me near orgasmic bliss all night.

The next couple of minutes were pure ecstasy as she pleasured my pussy in ways I couldn't have imagined before. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once: on my clit, teasing my pussy lips and somehow inside me too. My orgasm building steadily since she began pleasuring me, it was only a matter of time before I reached rapture. And when it came, my whole body trembled as I screamed, "Oh-oh-oh-oh-yeeeeeeees, I'm comiiiiiiiiiiiiing."

My whole body was throbbing with pleasure as I allowed my orgasm to run its course through me as Daphne slowly lapped up my freely flowing juices.

Eventually, the glorious moment ended, as Daphne moved from between my legs, moved up to me and kissed me. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I was utterly hers.

Breaking the kiss, she purred, "You taste delicious."

I blushed at the unique compliment from a woman I admired profusely. "T-t-thanks," I stammered, still sensing this was all a dream.

She returned to her seat and said, "We will be home in a couple of minutes, my pet."

"Okay," I agreed, ready to go anywhere with her. Looking at my hero, her face shiny with my cum, was so surreal and yet, undeniably, it was true.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, demurely.

"I can't believe what just happened. You're my hero," I explained.

"Am I still?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I worshipped you before today, and I do now," I paused, surprised by my suddenly brazen personality, "I hope to worship you unconditionally."

"Mmmmmmm," she purred, which only got me more excited. "You really are the most adorable little thing ever."

"Thank you," I said.

The limo came to a stop and a moment later the driver opened the door.

"Come my pet, the night has just begun," she smiled.

I followed her out of the car and electricity coursed through my veins when she took my hand and led me towards her mansion.

The door was opened just before we reached it by a very pretty black woman in a maid's outfit. "Good evening, Governor."

"Good evening, Layla," the Governor responded. "Can you bring a bottle of Lewis Cabernet Sauvignon and a couple of wine glasses to my room?"

"Of course, Governor," the maid nodded and left.

Daphne led me up stairs and directly to what was obviously her bedroom...although truthfully it was bigger than my entire house. She led me to the bed, smiled and said, "You're so beautiful."

My face blushed again, such compliments not something I was used to.

Sensing this, she continued, as she kissed my neck, "Let me guess, you dress very conservatively at school don't you?"

"Yes, Governor," I whispered.

"It's Daphne, my pet," she purred, tugging on my ear.

"Sssssssorry," I replied distracted.

"Don't apologize, my pet," she whispered, her tongue exploring my ear unlike anything I had ever felt.


Looking back into my eyes, she continued the flattery, her hands going behind my back, "I am serious Jenny. You're a very beautiful young lady."

My whole body trembled at her soft touch and warm words. "Not many people have ever said that about me, besides my Mom," I admitted and joked.

"Let's get you out of this dress and see the rest of you, my pretty girl," she instructed.

With her assistance, I was soon feeling very vulnerable in her bed wearing only a lace bra and thigh highs.

"Delicious," she purred as she buried her face between my small breasts.

The maid walked in with a tray, not even blinking at the sight of what she was witnessing.

Daphne said, "Can you also pull out box two please, Layla?"

"Of course," she smiled, now glancing at me with a knowing look.

I felt slightly ashamed being seen by a stranger in such a compromising position, yet my eagerness to obey this beautiful older woman overrode any sense of humiliation.

Daphne unclasped my bra as she whispered playfully, "Let's see these little titties up close and personal."

"Oh God," I moaned, as she put her lips on my erect nipple.

"So young and pure," Daphne said, as her tongue swirled around my nipple.

Layla returned with a gold box and said, "Here is your box, Governor."

"Thank you, Layla," Daphne said, standing up. "Could you unzip me?"

"Yes, ma'am," she nodded, going behind the Governor, unzipping her and then assisting in allowing the dress to slither down the Governor's body and slowly to the floor.

Not surprisingly, the Governor had voluptuous breasts and my mouth watered with anticipation at the thought of sucking on them. She was also wearing a blue thong and thigh highs herself.

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