Like Mommy, Like Daughter

Mariah was thrilled with how the day had gone. She was confident that Sandra would fall right back into the role she was born to play, but really had no idea until now what kind of personality Kelly would have...luckily, as expected, it really was like mother, like daughter.

5. MAN, KELLY FEELS LIKE A WOMAN

The next morning was Monday and the girls had school. Kelly was already dressed in her usual jeans and t-shirt when Taylor came back from her shower in just a towel and asked, "Is that what you are wearing to school?"

Kelly looked up surprised by the question. "That was the plan, why?"

"Oh nothing," Taylor asked, purposely acting nonchalant, knowing that if Kelly was submissive deep down she would want to know why. A submissive deep down never wants to disappoint.

"No seriously," Kelly asked, "what is it?"

Taylor, tossing her towel on the bed to reveal her voluptuous 38C breasts and her shaved pussy, reeled her in. "Oh, it's just where I come from we always dress to impress."

"You do?" Kelly asked, her eyes unable to not stare at Taylor's large breasts.

"We do," Taylor confirmed, pulling out a pair of stockings.

"You're going to wear stockings?" Kelly asked, watching the pretty blonde put on her first dark brown stocking.

"I always wear them. Like mom said they really enhance my legs and make me stand out in a crowd. Plus, I feel so sexy when I am in them," Taylor explained posing sexily like she was a model in a stocking commercial.

"Oh," was all Kelly could get out.

Taylor reaching for the other stocking added, "I hate pantyhose. They are too restrictive and get in the way when I need action."

Kelly was taken aback by her new roommate's honesty.

"Plus," Taylor added, "boys love the feel of my stocking clad legs when they fuck me."

"Oh my God," Kelly gasped, her pussy tingling a bit from the frank conversation.

"You're not a virgin, are you?" Taylor asked, as if that would be the most shocking thing in the history of the world, even though deep down she suspected the answer was yes.

Kelly's face instantly went beat red but she adamantly defended her virginity. "Yes, but that is by choice. I haven't met the right guy yet."

"Wow!" Taylor said, over dramatically, "I can't fathom not having sex every few days."

"Really?" Kelly thought, surprised again by such a frank admission.

"Do you do yourself?" Taylor asked.

Kelly was again taken aback by the frank question. Her mother did not talk about sex and her friends only on occasion talked about it. Kelly shrugged, feeling dirty admitting such a truth, "On occasion."

"Oh my God," Taylor replied, "if I don't get off every day I am a fucking psychopath. You have toys?"

"No," a suddenly ashamed Kelly admitted, feeling like she was in a whole different league compared to this blonde vixen.

"Well, we are going to have to change that," Taylor announced, as if it was a done deal. "Now about your outfit," Taylor said, changing topics.

Kelly stood silently, every insecurity she had now prickling her every thought.

Taylor pulled out a blue sundress and tossed it to Kelly and instructed, "Put this on."

Kelly looked at the long sundress and wondered what others would say if she wore a dress to school. Some girls in school wore dresses to school, but she wasn't one of them.

Taylor knowing that Kelly needed some prodding suggested, "Just try it Kelly. I bet you will look amazing in it."

Figuring why not, she was eighteen now and a woman, Kelly pulled her t-shirt off suddenly feeling naked in just her sports bra.

Taylor considered questioning the sports bra too, but figured that may be too much, too soon for the already overwhelmed pet-to-be.

Kelly pulled the sundress on before taking off her jeans, still too uncomfortable to be in her panties with a relative stranger.

Taylor smiled to herself, thinking about how sweet and innocent and pure Kelly was and how soon propriety and modesty would be a thing of the past.

Once the jeans were off, Taylor buttered up the insecure girl. "You look delicious."

"Really?" Kelly asked, oblivious to the innuendo.

"Really, really," Taylor responded back, before adding, "obviously you would look even better with stockings."

"You think so?" Kelly asked, easily bring drawn into Taylor's web.

"I know so," Taylor smiled. "When it comes to fashion, I am your girl."

"I just have the pair your Mom gave me yesterday," Kelly explained.

"Would you like to borrow a pair of mine?" Taylor asked.

"No, I am ok," Kelly answered, deciding the stockings were too much.

"Whatever suits your fancy," Taylor replied, showing just the slightest hint of annoyance.

Kelly noticed it too, but let it go, leaving Taylor to finish getting dressed.

6. SANDRA CAN 'T GET NO SATISFACTION

Sandra woke up in a hot sweat. What a crazy dream she had. Opening her eyes, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and realized she was in the spare bedroom, which meant it wasn't a dream. Which meant her Mistress from college was in her house planning to seduce her daughter. Sandra knew she had to stop this before it went any further. She quickly went upstairs and found Mariah in the kitchen making breakfast. Sandra's resolve weakened the moment she saw the beautiful blonde bombshell. Instead of demanding she leave as she had intended, she said, "Good morning, Mariah."

"Good morning, my pet," Mariah smiled. "Did you have a good sleep?"

"It was ok," Sandra replied.

"I slept like a baby," Mariah admitted. "Your bed is really comfortable."

Sandra sighed to herself, knowing that comment was just another shot at the power shift that Sandra had no control over.

Kelly arrived downstairs for breakfast and Sandra noticed the dress. She quickly looked down for stockings and was happy to see she had none on. Mariah looked too.

"Good morning, Kelly," Mariah greeted. "I hope you are hungry."

Kelly shrugged, not used to big breakfasts, "Sure it smells amazing."

Breakfast came and went and as soon as the front door closed leaving Sandra and Mariah alone, Mariah said, "We need to talk."

"Agreed," Sandra said, hoping there was still a chance to end this before it got completely out of hand.

Mariah continued, "Let's go through the training rules."

Sandra's hopes crashed and burned. "The training rules?"

"Clearly a part of you is desperately trying to fight for your freedom, yet it is obvious it is losing to your yearning to submit to me," Mariah assessed.

Sandra ignored her own plight and said with all the determination she had in her, "Regardless of my own desires, I want you to promise to leave Kelly alone."

Mariah laughed. "This is not a fucking negotiation, slut. You really have regressed. I may have to add to the rules."

"Please," Sandra pleaded, grasping at straws.

"Please, what?" Mariah asked, impatient.

"Can we make an arrangement where once Kelly has graduated and goes to college I return to being your...." Sandra bargained, but was suddenly unsure what to call herself.

"My pet, my slut, my whore, my kitty," Mariah listed, a variety of names used in the past.

"Yes all those and any more you want," Sandra agreed, her last ditch attempt at saving her daughter from the same ridiculous addiction she had.

Mariah, giving the pet a glimmer of hope she never intended to allow, suggested, "Today, let's focus on you."

Sandra glanced at the clock and noticed the time said, "I need to be at work in an hour."

"We'll then we better get started. This won't take long," Mariah ordered.

"But...."

Mariah ignored her subs weak protest and handed Sandra a piece of paper with the words: 'The non-negotiable rules for your re-training' printed on the top.

Sandra reluctantly took the paper dreading the words and expectations that would be on the piece of paper. She looked at the paper and read the lengthy list:

The Re-training of Slave Sandra

1. You will obey EVERY command MISTRESS MARIAH or MISTRESS TAYLOR gives you no matter what it is.

2. You will ONLY wear panties when your period is visiting...otherwise you will never wear panties...unless instructed by either of your Mistresses.

3. You will NEVER wear a bra unless at a major work function or requested by a Mistress to enhance an outfit.

4. You will wear stockings EVERYDAY from the moment you get out of the shower until you wake up the next day.

5. When alone with one or both of your Mistresses you will refer to them as MISTRESS.

6. You are a 24 hour pet and thus are on call at all times.

7. You will have your cellphone on at ALL TIMES in case either Mistress needs to contact you.

8. You will have your nails painted at all times...RED!

9. You will ALWAYS wear dresses or skirts unless otherwise instructed.

10. Since you are a PET and OWNED unconditionally by your two Mistresses you must give your body to them without restrictions. Thus, you may only COME with the permission of a Mistress.

11. Other rules may be added as either Mistress sees fit.

Of course, any disobedience of these simple rules will lead to a punishment.

Sandra flashed back to the when the original rules list started:

"My pet, I think you need guidelines?" Mariah announced just after coming all over her still-in-training pet.

"Pardon, Mistress?" Sandra responded, unsure what her Mistress meant.

"Well, I think you will be more content if I make all your decisions for you," Mariah explained as if this was just common sense.

"I don't understand," Sarah replied.

"You are my pet. A puppy doesn't make choices on what to wear does he?" Mariah asked.

"Well, no," Sandra replied, surprised by such a harsh breakdown of their relationship.

"A kitty doesn't choose what to eat, does she?" Mariah added.

"You want to decide what I eat?" Sandra asked, stunned to the core.

"Well, not completely, but I am going to start choosing your outfits for you every day," Mariah said.

"You are?" Sandra asked, still in denial about yet another shift in her bizarre relationship with her roommate. She loved the attention, she loved to please and she had become reliant on Mariah for her own pleasure, but this seemed a bit extreme.

"Yes, well it seems logical. You already wear stockings every day for me as a reminder of your obedience to me," Mariah pointed out.

Sandra thought she wore the stockings to make her look sexier, but in theory it was also to please her Mistress.

"So, every morning I will lay out your clothes for you. Is that understood?" Mariah asked, the question rhetorical.

"Of course, Mistress," Sandra answered, knowing that tone meant the decision had already been made. And for the remainder of her time as a pet sub, Sandra never chose any of her own clothing to wear or to purchase. Slowly her old conservative wardrobe disappeared and was replaced with a much more provocative one.

Mariah, foreshadowing what lay ahead, added, "This is rule two my pet. Rule one is to always wear stockings. More rules will follow in the near future."

"Ok," Sandra agreed, unaware just how strict the additional rules would be.

"Do you accept the rules, my pet?" Mariah asked.

"Do I have a choice?" a defeated, yet horny, Sandra replied.

"Don't you go playing victim, my slut," Mariah scolded. "Everyone has a choice."

"But what if I refuse?" Sandra asked, not convinced she had a choice.

Mariah answered the question with a question. "Can you refuse me, my pet? You never have been able to before. Stop playing victim, Sandra. You need me more than I need you."

Sandra contemplated Mariah's assessment. The reality she never felt more alive than when she was back in college and living as Mariah's pet. All those feelings had come rushing back and if it wasn't for her daughter her submission to Mariah would occur without hesitation.

Sandra flashed back to a moment in her freshman year:

Having been sent to her doghouse after a brief hesitation of an order by Mariah, she pondered her predicament and after she made a lengthy pros and cons list in her head, she decided to stand up for herself. She got out of her makeshift doghouse and went to confront Mariah.

Mariah was watching TV when Sandra came out of her banishment and did so on two feet.

Mariah barely reacted as she noticed, "My pet has learned to walk has she?"

Sandra ignored the condescending tone and said defiantly, "This has to stop."

Looking directly at Sandra, Mariah asked, "What does?"

"How you treat me," Sandra answered. "I want to be treated with respect, not like some pet."

"But you are my pet," Mariah answered, standing up, "And a good pet needs to be disciplined when she is disobedient."

Sandra hated confrontation and could already feel her resolve slipping away as Mariah reached her. Attempting to be strong, despite the growing weakness inside and an undeniable tingle down below, she muttered, "I can't keep doing this."

Mariah, her smile smug, put her hands on her stubborn pet's shoulders, and gently pushed her to her knees.

Sandra wanted to resist, but even as her mind protested, she felt her knees giving away and her falling to her natural submissive place on the floor.

"Good girl," Mariah purred, "just remember my pet, I always know what is best for you."

Sandra looked up from her position of submission and sighed in defeat. Her adamant resolve just a few minutes ago while alone in her doghouse was gone and her eager need to obey had returned in full force.

Mariah able to read Sandra perfectly, ordered, "Go ahead, Kitty, lick your Mistress's sticking clad feet."

Sandra desperately wanted to resist but knew she was too weak as she fell to her position on all fours and began licking her Mistress's feet like a kitty would lick milk from a bowl.

"So I will ask you the question again, my pet. Do you accept the rules?" Mariah asked again, confident she already knew the answer.

"I don't know," Sandra answered, her body screaming yes as her moral conscience screamed no.

Mariah chuckled softly. "You are so adorable when you try to be strong."

"I am not trying to be adorable," Sandra replied, annoyed by Mariah's condescending tone.

"I know, you are trying to be something you are not my pet. That comes to an end now," Mariah said, her tone shifting from amused to firm. "Is your pussy wet?"

Sandra didn't answer, which on its own was an answer.

"I'll take that as a yes," Mariah said smugly. "You need to let go of the fact that you have any control in your life any more. I have returned and will again make your decisions for you. On your knees, I can't believe you have even been standing this long in my presence."

"But..." Sandra began.

"NOW!" Mariah demanded.

Sandra instantly fell to her knees.

"That is better. I thought we made our situation clear last night. I own you; can it get any more black and white than that?" Mariah questioned.

Sandra knew she couldn't win, deep down she didn't want to win, yet she needed to be strong for her daughter. She had to protect her daughter. "Yes, Mistress I understand. But will you please reconsider and leave my daughter out of this."

Mariah shrugged, "Right now, you are my priority, my pet. We will worry about Kelly and the promise you remade just last night at a later time. Now I will ask you again my cunt-licking slut, do you accept all conditions of the new rules?"

Distracted, by her wet pussy doing all the thinking for her, Sandra whispered, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Mariah sighed.

"Yes, Mistress, I will I obey the rules," Sandra agreed, knowing it was easier to agree now than later.

"Good," Mariah said, suddenly chipper. "Now go shower and come back to me once you are dressed for work."

"Yes, Mistress," Sandra replied, hoping a cold shower would calm her down.

While in the shower, Sandra desperately tried to think of some way to protect her daughter from the two predators. Other than up and leaving, which would be tough to explain to her soon to be graduating daughter, the other options seemed impossible. How do you tell your daughter about a past as dark and naughty as hers was? Eventually, she thought the best idea was to warn her daughter without going into the details. Sandra concluded she would go to Kelly's school and talk to her at lunch. She wasn't sure what she would say yet, but she knew she had to warn her. Content with her plan, she finished showering, then dressing in a long flower sundress, sans panties and bra, which was a little nerve-wracking for her, and the only pair of stockings she had, given to her yesterday by Mariah.

Once dressed, hair done and make-up on, she returned to the living room and said, "Mistress, I need to get going soon."

"I know my pet, I won't keep you much longer," Mariah replied. "I only have one more thing for you to do before you go."

Sandra's mouth suddenly watered at the thought of tasting Mariah's perfection again. "What would that be, Mistress?"

Mariah handed her a set of silver balls with a string. "Ironically, I am going to allow you to break a rule this week. All week you are to wear these Ben Wa balls in that cunt of yours. Is that understood?"

Sandra looked at the small balls and wondered their purpose. "Even at work?"

"All the time," Mariah said. "This is punishment number one of the eighteen punishments I owe you for eighteen years of betrayal...which is you may not come for a week."

"A full week?" Sandra asked, thinking before seeing Mariah a week was no problem, she had gone months without an orgasm, but now such a task seemed impossible and painful.

"Yes. You need to learn your place," Mariah said, lifting up her pet's dress. She rubbed the balls slowly along Sandra's slightly wet pussy lips before inserting both balls.

Sandra let out a small gasp as the second ball went in.

"You will eventually learn how to control your pussy muscles so you don't need panties, but while at work I will grant you this rare privilege," Mariah explained, as if she was doing her pet a great favor, before adding, "but at home you are to remain panty-less, is that clear?"

Sandra agreed, even as she tried to deal with the two balls inside her, "Yes, Mistress."

"When are you done at work?" Mariah asked.

"Four-thirty," Sandra answered, nervously, assuming Mariah already had something in mind for the evening.

"I will meet you at the West Edmonton Mall, at five. Is that doable?" Mariah asked.

"Yes, Mistress, I believe it will be," Sandra answered.

"Good, I will see you then," Mariah answered, adding, "We will meet in front of Forever 21."

"Yes, Mistress," Sandra agreed, wondering what was in store for her, before leaving to put panties on. Each step at first was awkward and a distraction. In her new room, she practiced walking for a couple of minutes before she felt slightly accustomed to having the weird balls inside her. Content as she could be in her current predicament, she headed to work.

At work, the balls were a constant reminder of her past, her present and her future. Sandra was in the middle of a new summer ad campaign and it was crucial to get all her slides ready for her multi-media presentation on Thursday. The balls inside her were a distraction but she realized if she sat at her desk and didn't move her legs, eventually she forgot they were in her. That said, every time she moved, she got a constant reminder and her pussy would beg for a quick release she wasn't allowed to give.