tagLesbian SexBedding the Babysitter Ch. 08

Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 08

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Summary: Jenny is a maid at lesbian fundraising orgy for Gov. Greene.

A summary of the first seven 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.

Part 7: Jenny flashes backs to the first night with Governor Greene; Karen puts Jenny in compromising positions; Ashley protects Jenny at all costs. The chapter ends in a strange triangle between Ashley-Karen-Jenny.

Note 1: As always a great thanks to Robert, sexnovella, David, goamx86, and Wayne for editing this chapter.

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

CHAPTER 8

Ashley and I brought each other off in my bedroom, in a lengthy, sweet, sixty-nine before I said, "We need to go talk with Mistress Megan."

Ashley said, "I find it weird you have an adult Mistress."

"Without her we would have never really got to know each other," I smiled, kissing her generously.

"True," she nodded. "And maybe she can help us with this Karen problem."

"I hope so," I nodded.

Five minutes later we knocked on Megan's door with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.

Part of me knew I couldn't let Karen control me with such carelessness and yet another part of me enjoyed the utter submission and mindless following. After all, she was the one who had transformed me from a nerdy wallflower to popular sexy cheerleader (Of course, with a major assist to Mistress Megan).

On another note, I was undoubtedly falling in love with Ashley. I wanted to be with her and be her girlfriend... Yet, I also wanted to be the submissive I naturally was... and I wasn't sure Ashley could play the dominant I craved.

These conflicting and confusing thoughts were ricocheting in my head as Megan opened the door.

"Speak of the devil," she smiled.

"Can we talk?" I asked.

"Yes, we need to," she nodded, as she glanced down and saw I was holding Ashley's hand.

"And you must be Ashley," Megan greeted.

How would she know that? I hadn't yet told her about Ashley.

"I am," Ashley nodded, clearly nervous in the presence of my original Mistress.

"Please come in," she said.

We did and I was surprised when little Max didn't come running. I asked, "Where is Max?"

"With your mother," she answered, her tone and look somehow telling me something was going on. "Let's go to the living room and talk."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, wanting to make it clear I was still her pet.

As we walked onto the living room, I was shocked to see Karen sitting there sipping on a Slurpee.

"Hi, my slut," Karen purred, with a wicked smile.

"You bitch," Ashley snapped, instantly getting protective, which I found sexy and comforting. I loved having someone who cared about me that much.

Mistress Megan said in a firm, no nonsense tone, "There will be none of this silly high school power trip drama in my home. Is that clear?"

Both Karen and I responded simultaneously, "Yes, Mistress."

I squeezed Ashley's hand with intent and she apologized, "Sorry ma'am. That was disrespectful in your home."

Megan nodded, "It's okay, but don't let it happen again."

"Yes, ma'am," Ashley nodded, clearly nervous in front of Megan, who just oozed an authoritative persona that demanded respect... even though it was disguised by a civility and normality that was hard to explain.

"And no more of this ma'am stuff," Mistress Megan continued, "it makes me feel old. Please call me Megan."

"Okay, Megan" Ashley nodded, seeming to relax slightly.

"Please sit," Mistress Megan said, as if she was inviting us in for coffee.

We did.

"So Karen tells me we have a problem," she began as she sat down.

"Mistress, it's got complicated," I began.

"I understand complicated," she nodded, before saying, "Now please tell me your version of today."

"Um, I," I wasn't sure what to say.

"May I?" Ashley asked.

"No," Megan shook her head. "I need to hear it from Jenny."

I took a deep breath and retold the day including the call from Governor Green, the conflict with Sabrina, the humiliation towards Miss Morgan and the tension between Ashley and Karen.

Once done, Megan asked, as if she was a psychiatrist, "And how does all this make you feel?"

"Confused," I admitted.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because I'm conflicted," I admitted.

Ashley interjected, "Jenny wants Karen and the others to leave her alone."

"Is that true?" Megan asked.

"I don't know," I admitted.

"What do you mean?" Ashley asked.

I felt bad at not being able to just say yes. But as I looked at Karen, my first female fantasy and the girl who had taken me under her wing I was immediately confused again.

Megan, somehow able to read my confusion, said, "Well, I see a couple of problems and a few different resolutions."

We all looked at her as if she was the messiah who could solve all our problems.

Megan began, turning to Karen, "First, you. You were careless with your pet. Forcing her onto her teacher and then with the other cheerleaders is not going to build trust. That takes time."

Karen's usually confident aura faded as she whispered, "Yes, Mistress."

"You need to understand your pet's needs as they are as important, if not more important, than yours," Megan continued.

"I understand," Karen nodded.

"Do you?" Megan asked. "Tell me what Jenny needs."

Karen looked at me, as if the answer was written on my face.

Ironically, I couldn't answer that question. I was more confused now than I was when I was questioning my sexuality before Megan awakened my submissive side.

Megan laughed after a pause. "It's an unfair question. Our sweet Jenny doesn't even know what she wants. But as a Mistress you have to help her discover what she wants and more importantly what she needs."

"How do you do that?" Karen asked, seemingly curious to know.

"It takes time, understanding and experience," Megan said. "And you are still very young."

"Okay," Karen said, looking confused.

"Karen, you have the potential to be a great Mistress, but you are trying to be a domme," Megan said.

"There's a difference?" Karen asked.

"A big one. A domme revels in dominating her subject. The relationship, if it can even be labelled as such, is hierarchical with a clear top and bottom. Which, by the way, was forever immortalized in 'Shades of Gray'. But that series is hugely flawed as in the end, he changed and became compassionate. Real life people don't change, not in such predominant ways. If there was a part four, it would likely be him cheating on her."

"Those books were terrible," Ashley chipped in.

"Yet, you read all three," Megan pointed out.

"Yes," Ashley nodded.

"Because we all want the happy ending. The crazy belief held by women that we can change men. We can't. Trust me, I've tried. Oh sure, we can get them to put the toilet seat down or learn how a laundry machine works, but those are trivial things. You can't change personality. Anyway, now I'm lecturing. What was my point?"

"Mistress versus domme," I reminded her, curious what the difference was.

"Right, right," Megan laughed. "So a Mistress, on the other hand, cares for her submissive as if they are one of her children. She will reward them when they are good, punish them when they are bad. But she will always look out for the best interests of her pet. A pet's greatest pleasure is from pleasing her Mistress. Conversely, the greatest pleasure a Mistress receives is from watching her submissive get what she needs. It is more than sex. It's an unspoken understanding that both Mistress and submissive gain equally, albeit in very different ways. With a domme it is sex and power. There is no love."

"Oh, God," Karen said, clearly mortified by the realization of her treatment today.

"Now Karen," Megan continued, "don't be too hard on yourself. Wasn't it Shakespeare who said 'absolute power corrupts absolutely'?"

"In Macbeth," I nodded, like the geek I am.

"Right," Megan nodded. "The point I'm making, although long winded, is Karen you lost your way today. You let power get to your head. Do you care about Jenny?"

"Yes," Karen nodded.

"And is sharing her thoughtlessly with a vindictive person a good form of discipline?" Megan questioned.

"No," Karen admitted.

"And is blackmailing a teacher into potentially losing her job so you can make a point a responsible thing to do?" Megan continued.

"No," Karen whispered, guilt written all over her face.

I jumped in, feeling guilty seeing Karen look so vulnerable and said, "Ms. Morgan said she liked submitting to Karen."

"That may be true. Karen, I believe, has a natural gift to sense the submissive inside. But that doesn't mean you use blackmail or risk someone's career to get what you want."

Karen looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, Jenny."

She then turned to Ashley. "I'm sorry to you too Ashley. I let my power override common sense."

"Good," Megan nodded. She looked at Ashley as if expecting a response. When none came she continued, "Every Mistress, needs to understand the humility of being a submissive. I learned that from my Mistress and Karen will learn that from me."

Karen, without orders, dropped to her knees in front of Megan and said, "I understand, Mistress. How can I regain your trust?"

Megan opened her legs and said, "I think this will be a good start."

Both Ashley and I watched the usually strong-minded head cheerleader bury her face between Megan's legs... her humility instantly tested.

"Now you, Jenny," Megan said, turning to me and acting casual as if she wasn't having her pussy licked.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, unsure if I was in trouble or not.

"What do you want?" She asked bluntly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, even though I sensed I knew exactly what she was asking.

"Not even two weeks ago you were lusting after Karen and eagerly accepted her being your Mistress."

"Things change," Ashley said.

Megan turned to her. "Ashley, you seem like a nice girl and a passionate person who cares deeply for Jenny. But this is my home and at the moment I am talking to her, is that clear?"

Her voice was firm and no nonsense, yet not condescending or rude.

"Yes, ma'am," Ashley nodded.

"Thank you," Megan smiled. "You are a beautiful young woman."

"Thank you," Ashley blushed, getting caught in the exotic seductive web Megan created without even trying.

"Now Jenny, you can't pick and choose being a pet," Megan continued.

"I know," I whispered, watching Karen between her legs and wishing it was me.

"For example," she continued, putting her hands through Karen's hair. "If I told you to go to Sabrina's right now and be her unconditional pet for the evening, would you?"

I didn't look at Ashley, not wanting to disappoint her. The answer was rather black and white. I answered, "I would obey, Mistress."

"And if Karen gave you the same instructions?" Megan continued.

I saw clearly her message. I didn't get to pick and choose my obedience. Either I was a submissive pet with a Mistress or I wasn't.

I answered, still avoiding looking at Ashley, worried our relationship was over before it really began, but thankful for one last satisfying romantic encounter just twenty minutes ago (was it just twenty minutes ago? It seemed an eternity). "I'd obey."

"Good answer," Megan nodded, letting out a soft moan. "Because your Mistress should never put you in a situation that will put you at real risk, although we will put you in situations that test and push your boundaries."

"Of course, Mistress." I nodded, her words making complete sense. Yet, I still felt guilt at not standing side by side with Ashley.

"That said," Megan continued, "A good caring Mistress would never do that to her pet unless she knows that's what the pet wants or needs."

Ashley asked, "Ma'am, may I ask a question?"

"Of course, my dear," Megan nodded, sounding more like a mother figure or teacher than a Mistress. "But remember, I'm Megan."

"Megan, I understand what you just said. But how do you balance it? I mean, I have always been a rather submissive person myself. Yet today, I lost it. I felt the need to protect her at all costs," Ashley said, looking vulnerable.

"Well, that is a tough question," Megan nodded. "It's nature versus nurture. Your nature is who you are and in sexual terms whether you are a natural submissive or dominant. Although some girls can be a switch, meaning dominant or submissive depending on mood, relationship and time. As for nurture, we are human beings with feelings and it is a woman's natural persona to nurture and protect the person they care about. So, in the end, your reactions and feelings today make complete sense."

"Really?" Ashley asked, completely taken by Megan just as I was.

"Of course, my dear," Megan nodded. "You are likely also still understanding your sexuality."

"Oh, I'm definitely a lesbian," Ashley stressed, looking at me.

"That may be," Megan nodded, "but that is only the first aspect of understanding sexuality. It is very complex and takes years to completely understand who you are as a sexual being."

"What do you mean?" Ashley asked confused, thankfully asking the question I wanted to ask.

"Do you like to dominate? Be dominated? Switch? Wear the strap-on or take the strap-on? What toys get you off? What actually gets you off? Where is your g-spot? Your trigger zones?" Megan listed on and on.

"Oh," Ashley responded, clearly overwhelmed by all that was just listed.

"It took me years to learn I get the most satisfaction from seducing and training young women who are obviously lesbian or bi and have not yet come to grips with that reality," Megan explained, looking directly at me.

I nodded in understanding.

"The key is as a Mistress you need to care about your pet," Megan said, lifting up Karen's head from between her legs and asking, "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Karen answered, looking so obedient and submissive.

Megan shoved her back into her pussy and said, "So Jenny, you have a decision to make. You can quit being a submissive and return to the so-called normal world, or you have to be a true pet and understand that your Mistress, or in this case Mistresses, know what is best for you."

I looked at Ashley, torn.

I wanted it all. I wanted to bury my face in Megan's pussy, I wanted to be a submissive to Karen and I also wanted to be in a relationship with Ashley.

Megan, reading my mind like she somehow often did, added, "And yes, you can have it all."

"How?" I asked.

"By having caring Mistresses who understand your sexual needs and look after you," Megan said, before turning to Ashley an adding, "and by having a girlfriend who understands you love her but also need to live a life as a pet."

"This is all a little much," Ashley said.

"I imagine so," Megan nodded, as she moaned. "Please give me a moment."

And we watched Megan shift from sexual philosopher to dominant Mistress.

"That's it slut, tell me what you want?" Megan said, looking down at Karen.

Karen responded, "I want your cum, Mistress."

"I'm not sure you deserve it," Megan said, lifting Karen's head up. "You have been a very thoughtless Mistress."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Karen apologized. "I let the power go to my head."

"Absolute power corrupts absolutely," Megan said, again quoting Macbeth.

"Luckily, I have a Mistress to keep me in line," Karen said.

"You will apologize to that teacher tomorrow," Megan instructed.

"Yes, Mistress," Karen agreed.

"And since you need to understand completely the role of submissive, as it's the only way to become a compassionate mistress, I am going to send you this weekend to a black friend of mine. She loves white girls."

"Okay," Karen agreed, although her tone showed her trepidation.

"She is a very strong black Mistress, who really has an aura over white sluts," Megan explained.

"Okay," Karen said again, still sounding unsure.

"As I mentioned before, only from being an unconditional submissive to a strong Mistress, will you be able to understand the needs and desires of your submissives," Megan repeated. "And trust me, once you meet Janet you will succumb."

"Okay," Karen nodded.

"Now finish me off," Megan ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Karen nodded, seeming nervous about being given to a complete stranger.

I felt bad for her, and slightly jealous...somehow the idea of submitting to a stranger was kind of a turn on.

"That's it, suck on my clit," Megan ordered, before coming a minute later.

Once done, she pulled Karen up and said, "You may go."

"Yes, Mistress," Karen nodded, standing up. Turning to me, she repeated her apology, "I'm sorry to both of you."

"It's okay, Mistress," I replied, wanting to make it clear that I too understood I had done wrong. "I'm sorry, too."

Ashley joked, "We may need an intervention."

"This was one," Megan joked back.

Karen added, "Or just a room with some toys."

Megan said, "Oh, Jenny and Ashley are already going to one of those tonight. Now go, Karen."

"Yes, Mistress," Karen nodded, leaving.

"So you've made up your mind?" Megan asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded.

"And Ashley, are you comfortable with Jenny's decision?" Megan asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Ashley responded.

"Are you offering yourself to me?" Megan asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Ashley nodded, looking at me and smiling, before dropping to her knees in front of Megan.

"You understand I expect total obedience," Megan clarified.

"Yes, Mistress," Ashley nodded.

I watched in awe at Ashley's sudden decision.

"Good, but I want to make sure you really want to do this," Megan said. "So I am going to have you go home and think about it. If you are serious, come by on Saturday evening."

"Oh, okay," Ashley said, clearly disappointed.

"It's okay, my pet," Megan smiled. "I'm sure you won't change your mind. But I don't want you making a spur of the moment decision and regretting it."

"I guess," Ashley nodded.

"Plus, I believe you are expected somewhere else very soon," Megan said, looking at her watch.

"Oh, shit," I said. "What time is it?"

"Almost time for the night of your lives," Megan predicted.

"May we go, Mistress?" I asked.

"Of course," Megan nodded, standing up and pulling Ashley up. She leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was soft and tender. When she broke it, she smiled, "I'll see both of you tonight."

"You'll be there?" I asked, as Ashley stared at Megan in a complete state of arousal.

"Of course," she nodded, walking over to me. "The Governor's parties are legendary." She leaned in and kissed me too. Then she broke the kiss she said, "Now, go. The Governor does not appreciate tardiness."

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