Jodie's Slaves Part Five - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Five

... thinks this was all her idea, that she talked me into it. I think it would hurt her feelings to learn differently...unless later down the road she starts getting angst or something, but let her believe she brought us all together," I said.

"Well, she did. Just not the way she thinks." Barb agreed.

"Yeah. And...could you not tell Julie what happened here today? Its just..."

"Private," she finished for me. "Our own private moment that had nothing at all to do with her."

For a second I felt like crying all over again. Only one way to cure that! I picked up speed, slapping her hard on the ass as I passed her. "You're the best, Mom!"

Chapter 13

Wear my ring, A real family, Commitments, Two plus Two

Jodi

I did not care the slightest bit that Julie got a brand new luxury car and I got the hand me down. What a hand me down! This car was a dream! I never owned anything so nice! More, it meant an acceptance that I had never felt before...that Bill thought so highly of me that he would forego the rebate he could have gotten to give it to me instead! I cried some, driving down the road with Julie on that first ride. She offered to go with me on this first drive in my own car, but I told her no as kindly as I could. This ride was for me and me alone!

I stopped at the medical supply store and spun a story about a very sick mother. I didn’t need to, they sold no drugs, only equipment and tools, but it was occasionally helpful to establish a story at places like ...

... this so nobody asks questions. Barb’s last hot shot session was happening today and I thought it would be nice to make it special.

I found a tiny shopping area I had never seen before. The shops were odd, full of both antiques and new but bohemian items. There were as many head shops as other kinds. I wandered the street aimlessly, enjoying my window shopping and the feeling that with the money in my pocket I actually could wander into any shop and buy what I liked. I was not planning on actually buying anything, that wasn’t the point. Just the fact that I could was amazing and exciting.

And then I saw it! It was perfect and beautiful and there was no escaping it. I had to get it!

It was easily the most expensive thing I had ever bought! But she was going to love it! Very thin, nearly translucent porcelain in the shape of a babydoll face, delicately painted and utterly beautiful. It was a mask, an antique carnival mask. Julie would make her own modifications, I was sure. Even I could imagine delicate flowers and scrolling vines trailing up just one side of it...a touch of gold, a hint of silver, blush rose and lavender. She was going to be splendid!

The ribbons were old and rotted. I stopped at the craft store and bought thick satin ribbons in several colors. No matter what she did with it, the ribbons should match.

When I got home there was still time before Barb’s next session. They were both in the kitchen. For a second, I hesitated, but then I remembered that ...