Like Mommy, Like Daughter

"Will baby ever leave Mommy again?" Mariah asked, the first couple of inches of her plastic pleasure wand disappearing inside her desperate to come pet.

"No, Mommy, I was a bad girl, I will be a good girl," Sandra whimpered. The cock inside her but not moving was driving her crazy.

"You were a bad, bad girl," Mariah agreed, talking to Sandra like she was a baby, as another inch disappeared inside her sub.

"Sorry, Mommy," Sandra apologized with a whimper, willing to say anything to be fucked like she so badly wanted.

"For promising to be a good girl Mommy is going to let you fuck yourself," Mariah said.

Sandra didn't hesitate when permission was given beginning to move her pussy back on the long wide cock. After getting half inside her wanton pussy, she began moving back and forth, each backwards thrust taking a bit more in her cunt as her juices really began to flow.

Mariah chuckled, "Just like old times, my slut."

"Oh God yes," Sandra moaned, her body finally remembering the thrill of submission and the ultimate pleasure that came with it.

"Don't come without permission," Mariah warned.

Sandra moaned in understanding as almost all the cock filled her long neglected pussy.

"Fuck, your box has almost taken it all, slut," Mariah announced, impressed.

Sandra flashed back to early in her sophomore year:

"Your three holes are mine to use as I please, when I please and with whom I please!" Mariah roared after Sandra balked at the idea of a threesome with Mariah's boyfriend.

Quivering in fear, having never seen her Mistress so angry at her, Sandra profusely apologized. "I am so sorry, Mistress, but I thought our relationship was just you and I."

Mariah laughed, "Relationship? I own you! I own your expert pussy licking tongue, I own your cocksucking mouth, I own your barely existent tits, I own your ass which I will fuck very soon and I own your cunt, your pussy, your twat, your beaver, your box. Is that fucking understood?"

"Y-y-yes, Mistress Mariah," Sandra answered, the humiliation from such a verbal barrage somehow making her pussy wet.

Mariah always able to read Sandra's mind, smirked, her tone shifting, as she correctly recognized, "You got turned on from my declaration, didn't you?"

Looking down ashamed, Sandra admitted, "Yes, Mistress Mariah."

"What got you all hot and heavy?" Mariah asked, genuinely curious.

"I don't know," Sandra answered, before adding knowing that Mariah hated such a pathetic answer, "I guess the word box."

"Interesting," Mariah pondered, adding, "But that is what it is, a box to be filled."

Sandra remembered how humiliated she was to have her body defined in such a way, but now all she cared about was having her box filled. She closed her eyes and after three more quick back and forth movements she pushed back hard her ass colliding into Mariah as all nine inches filled her. She had had longer cocks fill her before, but none with such girth. She felt completely full and after getting used to it, she began to fuck herself hard, each backwards thrust filling her entirely.

Mariah asked, "Are you close, my pet?"

"Fuck, yes," she moaned, sweat pouring off her as she was literally fucking herself.

"And you want to come, my kitty?"

"More than anything," Sandra whimpered, her orgasm on the rise and near the point of climax.

"You may come my pet as soon as you agree to just two simple things," Mariah teased, getting ready to set the stage for all that would follow.

"Whaaaaaat?" a in near delirium Sandra asked, petrified of what these two simple things were as she knew when it came to Mariah nothing was ever simple.

"One you agree to eighteen punishments that will be given to you as I see fit," Mariah revealed, grabbing Sandra's hips and making her stop fucking herself.

Sandra had been punished by Mariah many times and each time usually ended with her humiliated and yet sexually gratified. Not thinking of the potential consequences or just how extreme they may be, she agreed. "I can accept that, Mistress."

"And the second," Mariah began, sliding two fingers deep inside Sandra's ass without warning, leading to a surprised scream by her pet, "you will keep your promise you made just over eighteen years ago. You will allow me to take your daughter as my pet."

The cock in her box and the fingers in her ass had Sandra disorientated and like that night over eighteen years ago, she was willing to agree to anything including promising her daughter to the ultimate seductress a second time. "Kkkkkkkk," Sandra whispered defeated and focused only on one thing...coming.

"Kkkkkk, what?" Mariah asked, wanting the declaration to be given.

"I give you my daughter," Sandra finally broke down, her desire to come overpowering her desire to protect her daughter from Mariah seducing her.

"Good girl," the powerful Domme purred, "now come for Mommy, slut."

Sandra instantly began bucking her ass back taking both the cock and the fingers deeper in her and in less than twenty seconds her orgasm hit like thunder and lightning. Sparks flew, her scream exploded and her body quaked as an orgasm over eighteen years in repression riddled her body.

As Sandra fell forward, Mariah continued the double assault on her pet's holes, wanting the orgasm to be the one that Sandra thought about any time she had second thoughts of submission.

As the never-ending orgasm pulsed through Sandra's entire being, and as her pussy and ass continued to be ravished, she found eternal bliss. In this brief moment of clarity, the precious seconds after an orgasm hits and euphoria takes over, Sandra knew she would never run again. No matter the implications of what lay ahead as she accepted her need to submit unconditionally, she knew she was Mariah's without question and it seemed then Taylor's too.

Eventually, Mariah pulled out of her exhausted slut and tossed off the fake cock. Horny herself, especially after all that had transpired today, she flipped her pet onto her back and straddled her face.

Without a word she lowered her perfectly trimmed cunt and teased as she rubbed her pussy all over Sandra's face, "You have probably missed this too, haven't you?

Sandra had licked Mariah's pussy so many times in their four year relationship that it became like water for her, a necessity of life. She craved it and had craved the taste ever since she left, like someone who quits smoking will always crave a smoke even twenty years later and like someone who starts up after all those years of resisting the temptation, one quick drag and they are addicted again. As Sandra tasted Mariah's wetness on her lips she was addicted again. "Yes, Mistress," she admitted, extending her tongue to her addiction of choice.

At that moment, Mariah's cell rang. "Fuck!" Mariah reluctantly got off her pet and ran downstairs to her phone.

Sandra lay on her daughter's bed, too exhausted to move.

Downstairs, Mariah answered the phone. "This better be good," she greeted.

Taylor was on the other line. "We are on our way home."

"That was quicker than expected," Mariah replied, clearly annoyed that Taylor hadn't done her job.

"She forgot her wallet," Taylor explained in justification, knowing her mother would not be happy.

"Fine," Mariah said and hung up. Returning to Kelly's room she said, "Our daughters are on their way back, so you better get dressed."

Sandra got her second wind in a heartbeat as she bolted up frantically. She quickly made the bed and ran out of the room. Mariah smiled at the determination of her sub to hide the truth. The secret being let out was inevitable, but she would allow her pet to have her secret kept safe for a little while longer. She grabbed the strap-on, and headed to her new room and opened her suitcase. She found a pair of thigh highs and brought them downstairs.

Her pet was dressed already and pacing back and forth. "Relax, my pet," Mariah said, offering a comforting thought, "she will have no idea of your slutty transgression, unless you start acting all weird."

"I suppose you are right," Sandra sighed, and caught the stockings her Mistress tossed at her.

"Put those on," Sandra's Mistress ordered, all part of her submissive dressing protocol.

Sandra asked incredulously, "With these shorts?"

"If you wish, although I would suggest maybe a different outfit, especially for the supper we are going to later tonight," Mariah revealed.

"Supper?" Sandra repeated.

"Yes, the birthday supper you booked for your daughter tonight at The Rose House."

"How did you know about that?" Sandra asked.

"Oh, I know many, many things, my pet," Mariah replied, adding another bombshell to the already devastated landscape that was Sandra's life.

"I better go change," Sandra said, wondering what else Mariah knew.

"Yes you better," Mariah agreed, already looking forward to tonight.

As Sandra walked up the stairs to the room that was no longer hers, she wondered how she was ever going to protect her daughter from the life-altering fate that she herself was trapped in.

4. HUNGRY LIKE A SLUT

Mariah convinced everyone to dress up for Kelly's eighteenth birthday supper and as they walked in to the restaurant all eyes were directed at the four attractive women dressed to the nines. All four had dresses on and all four had thigh high stockings underneath. A variety of men and a couple of women spent a fair amount of their dinner ogling the four beauties.

Mariah seated the four strategically, so her pet Sandra was at her side, and they were against the wall so she could see everything.

Once seated, they scanned the menus and exchanged chit-chat about what there was to do in this northern Canadian city. Edmonton was large for a Canadian city, but tiny compared to where Mariah was from...although she was excited about seeing one of the biggest malls in the world.

The breadsticks arrived, and as soon as the waiter left Taylor announced, "I need to go to the ladies room. Kelly, come with me?"

Kelly shrugged. "Sure."

The moment they were out of view, Mariah took a breadstick and smiled, "I think this needs some special sauce. Don't you think, slut?"

Sandra gasped, "You are not serious?"

Mariah smirked, "Oh, I am deadly serious. Now open your legs, slave."

Sandra reluctantly obeyed, thankful that their table was somewhat secluded and no one would be able to see what they were doing.

"You got to be kidding me," Mariah said annoyed, "you are fucking wearing panties."

"S-s-sorry," Sandra stammered, knowing from past experience that Mariah annoyed usually resulted in Sandra being punished.

"Take them off," Mariah demanded, her tone teetering on anger.

"Here?" Sandra asked, even though the answer was obvious.

"Now!" Mariah snapped, her limited patience already reaching a boiling point.

Sandra looked up quickly and then lifted her ass up and rather smoothly, considering her sitting position, pulled them down to her ankles.

"Give them to me," Mariah ordered, her hand held open.

Sandra reluctantly lifted her foot up so she could reach and nervously handed them to her. The thought of how Mariah might use them stressed her out.

Mariah placed them openly on Kelly's plate before roughly moving the breadstick between her sub's legs and shoving one end into her pet's cunt. A couple quick pumps and she pulled it out and flipped it around before shoving the baked good back in her shocked slave's cunt.

The waiter returned to fill up their glasses and saw the panties on the table. The boy, clearly in his early twenties, did a double take, but pretended not to notice as he filled the water glasses, oblivious to the breadstick currently lodged in the pretty brunette's cunt.

As soon as the waiter left, the process was repeated for all but two of the breadsticks, which Mariah put on her own plate. The last Sandra-flavored breadstick was put back in the basket just before the girls returned.

Sandra sweated, seeing the girls coming back and her slightly soiled panties still sitting on her daughter's plate.

Mariah smiled, "I should leave them for your daughter after your disobedience."

Sandra flashed back to an earlier threat:

Sandra was studying in the library for a test a couple of months after first submitting to Mariah when she was startled by Mariah's voice.

"Surprised seeing a dyke like you in a place like this," Mariah said all sing-song.

Sandra's face burned with embarrassment and she shushed her new Mistress. "Shhhhh, not here."

Mariah's face shifted from playful to angry in a heartbeat. She grabbed a pencil from the desk and whispered in her disobedient pet's ear, "Fuck yourself with this pencil."

"Please, no," Sandra whispered.

"Now!" Mariah snapped.

Sandra looked around as she took the pencil, suddenly fearful of feeling Mariah's full wrath. Turning her body sideways, she moved the pencil under her dress and slipped it inside her pussy.

Mariah watched as she whispered in her pet's ear. "I was just grabbing a book for my essay and had no intention of making you do anything, but your disrespect forced immediate punishment. Now come like the fucking slut you are right here in the library."

Sandra felt shame and frustration at the same time, for her innocent disobedience and the consequences that resulted from the disobedience. She rotated the pencil vigorously in a circle trying to get herself off quickly.

Mariah nibbled on Sandra's ear and demanded, "Come my slut. Come like the little whore you are. Now!"

It took a few more seconds but Sandra came from fucking herself with a pencil in the library, grinding her teeth shut to not scream.

Sandra pleaded, "I wasn't thinking Mistress, please, I will be a good girl."

Mariah reached for the panties and put them on their seat between them out of view of the two girls just seconds before they returned, talking a mile a minute like teenage girls do.

Sitting down, Taylor gave a look to her Mom who glanced down at the breadsticks. Taylor smiled, understanding with one subtle glance what had transpired during the brief time they were gone.

Sandra watched in absolute terror as her daughter picked up a breadstick "This place has the best breadsticks in the world."

Mariah quipped, the innuendo known to all but the innocent daughter, "I hear their special ingredient is out of this world."

Kelly dipped the breadstick in the dipping sauce, Sandra praying that would hide the scent and taste of her pussy juice on the breadstick. Sandra then grimaced, as her daughter put it to her mouth and took a bite, unknowingly eating her own Mother's juices.

Mariah asked, "How is it?"

Kelly, glowing, answered, "Amazing, there even seems to be something slightly different about them this time."

"What?" Mariah asked curiously, even as her pet's humiliation was being piled on.

"I can't explain it. It seems extra tangy," Kelly answered.

Taylor burst out laughing at Kelly's answer.

"What?" Kelly asked, confused.

"Oh nothing," Taylor covered, a glare from her Mother quickly making her compose herself, "I just find the word 'tangy' to be funny."

Kelly thought about it a moment before agreeing, "It is kind of isn't it?"

Mariah took a bite of hers and Taylor did the same, although without the dipping sauce, and smiled, looking directly at her MILF pet-to-be, and said, "Oh my goodness Kelly, these really are quite tangy."

Sandra burned in shame but said nothing.

Mariah asked, "Are you not going to try one, Sandra?"

"I am saving room for my salad, I'm watching my carbs," Sandra answered back, trying to cover the real reason she didn't want to have one.

Mariah said, "You've got to try one, they are heavenly, so sweet and tangy," which had both teenage girls laughing.

Kelly ordered, very unlike her, "Mom, I insist you try one. It is my birthday and the carb rules are out the door."

Defeated, Sandra took one and said, desperate to take the attention off her, "Fine, but if this turns me into a big fatty, you are so grounded."

Everyone laughed and both Taylor and Mariah watched with quiet intensity as Sandra ate the breadstick with her own pussy juice on it.

Not surprisingly, Sandra coated it with dipping sauce trying to disguise her own taste. Sandra took a bite and if she didn't know what she had added, it is unlikely she would have noticed. Suddenly relieved, she ate the rest of the breadstick.

The rest of the meal went without incident, other than Taylor's foot between Sandra's legs constantly teasing her throughout the meal.

Taylor and Kelly were in the bathroom again, as they waited for the bill. Mariah asked, "Do you think our waiter was good?"

"I guess," Sandra answered, completely unaware of Mariah's intentions, even though she shouldn't have been.

Mariah handed Sandra back her panties.

Sandra looked at her unsure, until Mariah ordered, "Give them to him as a tip, and be sexy about it."

"Oh my," Sandra blushed.

"You should hurry, your daughter could be back any second," Mariah warned.

Sandra looked for the waiter and was thankful that he was coming their way. 'You know things have gone drastically wrong when you are thankful that the waiter is on his way over so you can give him your panties,' Sandra thought to herself.

The waiter arrived and Sandra gave him her credit card and her panties, and smiled seductively, trying to be a good pet for Mariah and yet hurry before her daughter returned, "Put it on my credit card, sexy, and here is a little gift for such good service." He clearly was shocked by the gift, as he held it like it was gold. Feeling sexy for the first time in a while she added, her lips close to his ear, "They may be a little wet, my friend here fucked the shit out of me earlier."

His eyes went wide as she bit his earlobe, before moving away.

He stammered, "T-t-thanks," as he put the precious cargo in his pants.

"Anytime, sexy," Sandra purred back. The waiter left with her credit card.

Mariah complimented her slut. "That was very good, especially the end part. Maybe I won't have to completely retrain you like I thought."

"Thank you, Mistress," Sandra replied, happy to have made her Mistress proud, as she saw the girls on their way back to them.

The waiter retuned with the charge slip, which Sandra signed. The copy he gave her had his phone number on it. Sandra smiled, feeling sexy and wanted, something she had longed for, for a long, long time.

They drove home and Sandra gave Kelly her birthday present, an iPad, all the while Sandra stressed what Mariah may still have in store for them. She expected to be used in some way by either Mariah or Taylor, yet while she was getting her pajamas from her bedroom Mariah ignored her completely.

In Kelly's bedroom the naive birthday girl had no idea that she had let a predator into her bedroom. Taylor, on the other hand, was salivating with the thoughts of all she wanted to do with the young, pretty slave-to-be. Alas, her Mistress Mother had made it very clear that things would happen in her time frame.

In bed that night each girl pondered the day that was:

Kelly was thrilled with the thought of having a sister of sorts having been an only child.

Taylor was excited about having her own MILF pet and couldn't wait to play with her new toy...although having to wait was driving her nuts.

Sandra tossed and turned as she replayed the day in her head. As a mother she was ashamed of her weakness, of her inability to say no and stand up for herself...and in doing so had allowed her daughter to be potential prey for the hungriest wolf she knew. Yet, for the first time on years, Sandra felt like herself, felt like a woman and felt needed. Her pussy burned with need as she fondly remembered being Mariah's sub. Funny how time can play tricks on you. Gone were all the bad memories of her past as all she could remember was the great memories of how her body felt when she was an obedient pet for Mariah. Her fingers roaming freely to her cunt, she brought herself to not one, not two, but three orgasms, as she reminisced about her many submissions over the years.