I got home late from Mommy’s and went straight up to my bedroom. I was exhausted, emotionally and physically, so got undressed, and slipped into bed. I was asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.
When I woke, I instinctively went to pee, as I do every morning, pulling on my robe to go to the bathroom. Oh! I caught myself just in time as I sat on the toilet still half asleep. I fought the desperate need to pee for a minute or so, and then it subsided. I smiled, happy that I had remembered just in time, and that I hadn’t failed Mommy.
I felt the toweling of the robe rubbing against my sore nipples, still a little tender from Mommy’s twisting yesterday. I closed my eyes as I recalled that surge of intense pain and pleasure as her fingers pinched and pulled them. Such a strange feeling, like none I had known before. I wanted her to stop and yet never stop in the same instant. I shivered as I squeezed a little on my sore little buds, trying in vain to relive that moment.
Returning to my bedroom, I picked up my phone from the bedside table. There was a message from Mommy. It said ‘I want you to edge for me when you wake, kitten’. My second smile of the day. So pleased and proud that Mommy was thinking of me, and giving me instructions. It made my pussy tingle to know that she was.
So I sat on my bed and opened up my laptop. A quick Pornhub search later and I was watching a video of an older couple fucking a younger girl. Oh my God, the woman looked so much like Mommy. I lay back and opened my legs wide, my feet together and knees up, slipping my hand between my legs, busily rubbing my throbbing clit.
These last few days with Mommy and Master had awakened something powerful inside me. They had flicked a switch. I had been aware of some feelings, like the desire to be held down, or pinned to the wall, say. But nothing like this. The need to be owned. Oh fuck even just hearing those thoughts in my head sent everything spiraling. What a strange thing for a person to want. And yet my pussy throbbed, no… ached… at the thought of it.
The woman on Pornhub was holding the girl’s head in her hands as the man fucked her young mouth. I watched as she tenderly brushed strands of hair away, so lovingly, as the girl struggled to take the big shaft in her mouth. The way the woman stroked and petted her as her mouth was being violated so forcefully was just how Mommy treated me. A mini spasm pulsed through my pussy as that thought hit me.
No matter how harshly Master and Mommy treated me, I could always feel Mommy’s love, could see it in her eyes every time she looked at me. She had always loved me, even when I was little. And she had always been there for me. She had always been someone to talk to and confide in, even when I couldn’t with my own mom.
Oh, fuck my fingers were going so fast now, my hips pushing up to meet them as I mashed my poor throbbing clit against my pubic bone with my fingers slippery with my juices. I was so… so… so close. Ahh!
I just managed to stop in time, but the aching between my legs was only getting worse. The insides of my thighs were dripping wet with my juices. I didn’t know I could get this wet. I could feel it running down between my butt cheeks too. I looked at my laptop. The woman was sitting on the girl’s face now as she held the girl’s legs back and open, as the man pushed his cock against the girl’s tight little asshole. I watched amazed as he pushed himself in slowly.
My hand instinctively returned to my hot clit as I watched his big shaft stretch her poor little rosebud. Was Master going to take me there? Mommy mentioned ‘training’ my ass. Maybe that is what she meant? My fingers moved faster, pressing harder again. It was too much. I couldn’t stop. Mommy told me to play with myself and I was doing that for her. Obeying her. But I needed… I needed to cum so badly. I squeezed hard on my nipples now too, relishing the pain I felt as I twisted.
The man on my laptop was fully inside the girl’s ass now. The woman was holding her legs really wide apart as he pulled out all the way, then fingered the girl’s tight hole with two fingers before pushing his cock back in, sliding it in all the way in one go. Fuck, how did she take it so easily? The volume of the video was low, but I could still hear the girl moaning loudly into the woman’s pussy as the man started to fuck her ass properly.
My fingers were a blur on my clit. My hips were bucking again as I felt my orgasm grow ever closer. I knew I needed to pause now. But my eyes were glued to the cock splitting that small asshole apart with deep hard strokes, as I listened to the woman urging the man on, and telling the girl to keep licking her pussy, calling her a little slut. All I could see now was Mommy, Master, and me, Master’s cock burying itself in my poor little ass.
Oh fuck! Fuck! It was too much, my need too great. My body was shaking and I moaned out loudly as I passed the point of no return. I knew I was breaking Mommy’s rule, but I just couldn’t stop, couldn’t help myself. Oh fuck no!!
My orgasm erupted just as the man started grunting, thrusting into the girl like an animal. I was shaking uncontrollably, grabbing at the bedclothes to stop myself from spinning, falling. I was still cumming as I watched him pull out slowly and as the camera zoomed in to show his thick white cum oozing out of her gaping, plundered butthole.
I lay there on my bed, drifting. I felt a mix of euphoria, huge relief, and deep guilt. I knew I had let Mommy down. It had only been a few hours and I had failed her. The woman on the video was getting down between the girl’s legs and started licking at the guy’s cum as it dribbled out. I watched on in a daze. Would Mommy do that with me too? A short spasm kept my cum going.
I jumped out of my skin as there was a knock on my bedroom door.
“Zoe?” my mom called out as she pushed the door open. She always knocked and then just came in. I hate the way she does that, treating me like I’m still seven.
I slammed the laptop closed on my bed. My mom noticed and looked at me suspiciously.
“What’s going on? I heard you shouting. What are you up to?” she asked. It was an accusatory tone, not a concerned one.
“Nothing Mom. Please, can you not just march into my room? I’m not a kid anymore.”
I had never spoken to her like that before. It knocked her back for a second. But then she cried out.
“What on earth have you been doing? Oh, Lord! Just look at your legs! They are covered in huge scratches. Oh my God Zoe!”
She fell to her knees in front of me as I sat on the bed, her hands pulling at my legs, turning them as she looked at the pattern of scratches and bruises that the gravel had left behind. She was making a big fuss of it like she always did.
As she held my knees, examining my legs, I suddenly realised that she was just inches from my thighs, covered in my juices, and my sopping wet pussy. Oh God, what must I smell like down there? I panicked and pushed Mom away. She lost her balance and fell back against my bedside table, banging the back of her head. She just sat there, aghast, not quite believing what had happened.
She recovered her composure within a few short moments though.
“How dare you! You are grounded young lady!”
“What do you mean, grounded?” I shot back, “I’m nineteen, I’m at college. You can’t ground me!”
“Just you watch me. You want to eat and sleep under this roof? This is our home, mine and your father’s. You stay here, you stick to MY rules.”
I couldn’t remember seeing Mom so angry, and the fierceness of her mood scared me. It dawned on me that I had spent much of my life scared of my mother. She had always been stern, strict, austere.
“I’m sorry Mom, I didn’t mean to,” I said, tears welling in my eyes. The tears were for the love I had missed out on from my mother.
She took them for a sign of fear though, I think, as she pulled herself up and straightened herself out. She loomed over me as I stayed sitting on the edge of the bed. I wanted a cuddle, but I knew I wasn’t going to get one.
“You. Are. Grounded,” is all she said, and then left without another word.
I sat looking at the messages I had from Mommy. I wanted to text her back or call her. I felt lost, bewildered. I don’t know how long I sat there, but eventually made up my mind. I couldn’t stay here.
I packed a bag and went downstairs. Mom spotted me and went to bar my way.
“I’m dead serious, Zoe. You go out of that door and you are not welcome back!”
Tears filling my eyes, I pushed past Mom and left.
***
I opened the door to find a distraught Zoe sobbing on our doorstep. She was carrying an overnight bag.
“Come in, kitten,” I said, ushering Zoe inside quickly.
“I’ve had a terrible row at home, Mommy,” Zoe sobbed, “I didn’t know what to do, where to go.”
She fell against me, her arms wrapping around me, her tear-stained face pressing into my naked breasts. I patted her head softly and stroked her back as I pushed the door closed.
“I’m so sorry, turning up like this, without you saying I could. I just didn’t know where else to go. You’re not angry, are you, Mommy?”
“It’s ok kitten,” I said as I gently urged her downwards.
Despite her sobbing, Zoe understood what I wanted.
“Yes Mommy,” she said as she knelt at my feet. Looking up at me with her tearful green eyes, she slowly stripped her clothes off. First her jacket, then her t-shirt and finally her short skirt and shoes. I bent down and kissed her on the lips, wiping away her tears gently with my thumbs as I held her face in my hands.
“That’s better, now calm down and tell me what has happened,” I said gently.
“I was edging… like you said. My mom came in. I… we had a big row. She said I was grounded. I panicked Mommy because that would mean I couldn’t see you. So I left.”
I stroked Zoe’s hair as I pressed her face against my tummy, just inches from my pussy.
“Don’t worry. I’ll call your mom, and tell her you’re here, safe with us. And you can stay with us for as long as you need to.”
“Mmm, Mommy thank you,” I heard a quiet voice say as her lips kissed my stomach lovingly.
I heard a tone in her voice that resonated with me. I remember all too well my own early days of training. Stopping myself cumming had been almost impossible at the start. Once or twice I hadn’t told Master, as my ass was so sore from the punishment he administered.
“Do you have something else to tell me, kitten?” I said, still stroking her hair.
She pulled away and looked up at me.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, kitten?”
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay little one, I’ve already said you can stay.” I was toying with her, I knew full well what she was saying sorry for.
“There’s something else though.”
She looked terrified.
“Tell me.”
“I… I came. I’m sorry Mommy, I just couldn’t stop.”
The tears started rolling down her cheeks again.
I did my best not to laugh. My pussy gushed at the prospect of dealing with this misdemeanour.
I walked slowly over to fetch the collar and leash that I had used on her yesterday. I knew she would be watching my every step.
Buckling the collar around her throat, I tugged on the leash and led her crawling across the living room.
Zoe’s appearance was totally unexpected, of course, and I had no plans for her. Master likes me to follow quite a regimented schedule, and spending time with our kitten would disrupt that.
But I had to deal with her disobedience right now.
Sitting at the bottom of our stairs is a long foot stool. Eighteen inches wide, four feet long, and with a dark brown leather-covered firmly padded seat. It seems innocuous enough, but has been used by Matt many a time when he punishes me. Its dimensions allow for many different positions, some contorted, some more comfortable.
I had Zoe kneel up on it and reach down towards the feet along the longest edge, where I secured them. Next, I pulled her knees apart and secured those too, leaving the bottom of her legs jutting out. She was now fixed as I wanted her, with her ass nice and high and proud, and her head down, her chin over the edge of the seat.
I spat on my fingers and rubbed firmly on her clit, making her moan loudly at the unexpected contact. After a few moments, I walked over to a locked cupboard and retrieved a paddle, a crop, and two floggers, one large and one small. These I laid out on a small table in front of Zoe so that she could see them. I went back behind her and thrust two fingers deep inside her, feeling the edges of her butt plug through her thin, sensitive pussy walls. She moaned again.
Then I pulled my fingers out and brought the palm of my hand down as hard as I could on her right butt cheek.
“Arrggh!!” she screamed out, her head jerking back with the shock.
Six more hard slaps right in the same spot followed. Zoe’s head didn’t jerk back this time as she was expecting them, and she stifled her cries as best she could. A large pink patch was forming on her right buttock, and I paused slapping her to rub hard on her clit as I teased her butt plug in and out of her ass, never extracting it fully. She was moaning again as my fingers worked her cunt and ass.
I walked around in front of her and picked up the paddle. She watched with glazed eyes as I returned behind her and brought the leather down onto her left ass cheek.
The next ten minutes left her backside a bright red as the spanking inflamed her young flesh. Replacing the paddle I pulled her hair, lifting her head to see her tear-streaked face.
“Next time don’t make me ask. Tell me straight away when you fail me, understood kitten?”
“Yes Mommy,” she said weakly.
Letting her head down, I returned to the locked cupboard and took out a small egg vibe.
I set it on the lowest level with no rhythm. Slipping it inside her sopping-wet pussy I left her to get on with my schedule
I knew how frustrating it would be with the vibe in, at such a low intensity. It would be exquisite agony for her, unable to respond to the buzzing inside her, unable to change the intensity.
I passed by Zoe every now and then over the next few hours as I went about my household chores. Sometimes I would use the remote control to ramp up the vibe, sometimes I would use the paddle or flogger on her ass, or the crop on her clit. Sometimes I would do nothing at all.
I was tormenting the poor thing. I had learned from the master, my Master. By the time I had finished the housework, her ass was a glorious deep pink after the spanking and flogging; I was proud of her and pleased at the way she had taken her punishment.
My work completed, I removed the vibe and untied Zoe from the stool. She immediately knelt at my feet.
“I’m so sorry Mommy. I promise to try so much harder not to cum next time.”
“You must try harder, kitten, you really must,” I said, “Now, go upstairs and shower, your Master will be home anytime and I want you waiting for him, ready to service him with your mouth.”
“May I pee as well as shower, Mommy?”
“Yes, kitten. You have taken your punishment. You deserve to be allowed to pee.”
When Matt arrived home, he was greeted by not one, but two naked sluts waiting for him, one of them kneeling, the other holding her leash.
“Welcome home Master. I have a nice surprise for you. Our kitten will be staying with us for a while.”
Matt said nothing but stepped forward and stroked Zoe on the cheek, smiling down at her. She returned his look with an adoring gaze. He kissed me on my mouth, his tongue searching out my own. Zoe knelt quietly, dutifully, between us.
“We did have a small discipline issue, however, Master,” I said as he broke the kiss.
Zoe looked nervous. I pulled gently on her leash and she turned around so that Matt could see her backside, red and radiating heat. Matt nodded and shared an approving smile with me before Zoe turned back to face him.
Without a word, he unzipped his trousers and presented Zoe with his magnificent cock to worship. I knelt down next to her and gave her some pointers on how he liked to be licked. She was getting better, for sure, but still had a lot to learn. Happy that she was doing it right, I sat down on the sofa and began to play with my pussy as I watched.
My fingers flashed across my clit as I watched Zoe’s head bobbing up and down, her lips running over her Master’s cock head as I had taught her. I didn’t yet have permission from Master to cum myself, but I was hoping that he would reward me for having our kitten’s little mouth waiting for him when he got home. Matt looked over at me.
“I want you to join us, pet,” he said.
“Yes, Master.”
I knew exactly what he meant. We had discussed last night how hot it would be for Zoe to feel both Matt’s real cock and the replica one inside her at the same time. I got up and fetched the dildo and its harness, strapping it in place. Matt was manoeuvring Zoe onto the coffee table so she was kneeling on all fours. She resumed sucking on Matt’s cock as I squirted some lube onto the rubber cock.
I was eying up Zoe’s sweet little cunt, relishing the thought of penetrating her as she gagged on our Master’s thick cock when my phone rang. I looked at Matt and he nodded. I looked at the screen. It was Abigail, Zoe’s mom. I swiped to accept the call.
“Julia?”
“Yes, Abby. How are you?” She didn’t like her name being shortened like that but I always called her Abby.
I saw Zoe look towards me as I said her mother’s name. She didn’t miss a beat sucking Matt’s cock though.
“Hm. I wanted to check. Is Zoe with you?”
“She is, Abby.”
“And… I’m sorry this is rather awkward… Is it okay if she stays with you for a while?”
“No problem at all. And it’s okay, Abby. She explained you two had a little disagreement. It’ll blow over in a few days, I’m sure.”
“Hm. Well, yes. But you are sure it’s okay for her to stay? I don’t want you inconvenienced.”
My hand ran back and forth, massaging the lube into the shaft of the dildo.
“Don’t you worry Abby. Matt and I will take good care of her.”
I reached down and teased Zoe’s clit, two fingers sliding back and forth either side of it. Our kitten moaned softly into her Master’s cock.
“Thank you, Julia. Thank you so much. And thank Matt for me too.”
“It’s our pleasure, Abby. Goodbye now.”
I threw the phone onto the sofa, took hold of Zoe’s glowing red buttocks, and slid Matt’s replica cock deep inside her.
