Jodie's Slaves Part Three - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Three

... the barn work is not actually part of your job here anyway…” her voice trailed off. Was she disappointed? How sweet!

“No, but I love it!” I assured her, “Maybe when we get back you can show me those new knots again. I don’t think I quite got them right last time.” Actually, I was the one better with knots these days. I had been reading up on shibari and practicing on the bedposts. Barb knew that. It was just a way to tell her she was not off the hook quite yet.

“Okay, well, eat up, you two! Shopping is hungry work…”

After breakfast Barb waved us away saying she had the dishes and we should go and have fun. Julie ran upstairs to grab her jacket while Barb rummaged for her keys. The second I heard Julie’s feet hit the stairs, I grabbed Barb, pinning her to the fridge and kissing her. Reaching under her skirt and slipping my fingers into her panties I slid my finger into her pussy rubbing gently but firmly. Time was short.

“You did beautifully, Pet! Acting like your old self. I am very pleased with you,” I whispered, pinching her clit just hard enough. I kissed her again quickly and squeezed her left nipple as I pushed three fingers inside of her, rubbing vigorously.

Stifling her moans and cries she came, violently, but silently and I kissed her one last time before grabbing the keys just as Julie could be heard on the stairs.

“Don’t forget the cameras,” I whispered to her, “I won’t always remind you, but you have been a good girl this morning.” I raised my ...

... voice slightly.

“The pancakes were yummy, Barb. Thank you for letting us take the car!” Then I ran out to intercept Julie in the hallway. Her Mom was in no shape to greet her daughter right now.

Barb

Watching all that porn last night had me on edge already when Jodi and Julie came bouncing into the kitchen. After Bill went to sleep I was up doing what Jodie wanted. A list of stories to read and videos to watch were links on a message. Each page I opened was more sexy and taboo than the next. Illustrated comics of women as slaves to young girls, slaves to their daughters. Women in hard bondage whipped and fucked by lesbain Mistresses. Long minutes of shocking exciting words and images flooded my seat as I sat at my desk in the dark cumming more than once.

When the girls group hugged me I lost it mentally but managed to keep up the mom cooking breakfast facade. It took Jodi less than ten seconds to send me into a spiral of submissive desire and incredible humiliation in front of my step daughter to make it even more taboo than it was in the privacy of the barn. I maintained it as best I could. The nipple pinching, the secrets hidden in her words, the looks and whispers. My pussy was in need from the moment they walked in and when Julie left my knees weakened. There was no resistance left, only need. Need to please Jodie, so she will make me feel. Make me alive.

Jodi

Julie chatted all the way to the mall about my room and what the curtains will do for it. I know ...