Generations

Generations By TappyMcWidestance@gmail.com

For Susan

Author's Note: This is the first of a multiple chapter story. The title may not make sense yet, but stick with it. This chapter is foundational to the rest of the story.

In my extended family, history is very important. We do things because that is what our family has always done. My extended family is scattered around the Boston area. The boys go to Harvard in Cambridge, MA. The girls go to Mount Holyoke in South Hadley, MA. My grandmother went to Mount Holyoke and my mother went to Mount Holyoke. Both were also sisters in the Kappa Alpha Tau sorority. The KAT house, known for being the most beautiful and most likely to land a handsome husband with ties to the leaders of industries and trust funds waiting for their graduation. Our location, two hours west of Boston, meant isolation and dedication to study, but our reputation meant Ivy League boys came calling every weekend and limo rides to Boston were frequent. This was the life expected of me. Get an education, marry old money, raise some kids, lather rinse and repeat.

I'm Susan, a freshman at Mount Holyoke and starting my rush period at KAT. As a legacy, I was almost assured of an invitation to join, especially as a third-generation legacy. But it took some convincing from my mom to even get me to attend. You see, Mount Holyoke is an all-girls school, one of the few remaining and as far as I was concerned a relic to the past. I had bigger ambitions than being a trophy house wife. I wanted to be a lawyer. I wanted to strike out on my own and earn my way to the top, not sleep my way there. That's not to say I was pure as the western Massachusetts mountain snow. My mom and I live in Lexington, MA, a Boston suburb. My dad died when I was ten in an automobile accident. My mom never remarried and I never remember her going on a date. She was always visiting the other stay at home wives when I was growing up and left me largely to do as I pleased. That was fine with me. I wasn't a wild child. In fact, I didn't lose my virginity until my boyfriend at the time deflowered me the day after my eighteenth birthday. He dumped me soon after. I guess the thrill of the chase was his main motivation. Little did he know, he had unleashed my inner demons and for the rest of the summer, I was a bit of a nympho. Only I didn't bother with my old friends. I found older men, 25-30 more exciting. In bed, they knew what they were doing more than my now ex-boyfriend did and had more disposable income as well. I wasn't a sugar baby by any means but having a man who could take you to nice places before going back to a place he didn't share with his parents was nice.

As you can imagine, the thought of going to an all-girls school was not high on my list of wants and desires. But my mom was insistent and so was my grandmother. Grandma was very wealthy from the inheritances from two now deceased husbands and mom was secure from dad's life insurance and 401K. Both grandma and my mother made it clear that going somewhere else for college was my choice, but that my future inheritance would be limited. I may have been a bit guy crazy, but I wasn't stupid. Besides, educationally, Mount Holyoke had a great reputation.

So here I was, a freshman at Mount Holyoke and going through the rush procedure at the KAT house because that was expected of me. School wasn't as bad as I had feared although the lack of men on campus had my libido on hold and that wasn't something I liked. Then something happened that changed my attitude. I'd gone home for the weekend unannounced. I needed to do laundry and I hate going to the laundromat. When I walked into the house, I heard moaning coming from my mother's room. I was pretty sure she wasn't with anybody and was just taking care of her needs, so I stayed downstairs in the living room to give her privacy. I'd always masturbated when the need arose to take care of myself if I got too horny, so I didn't judge her. In fact, I was happy for her to still be sexually active.

It was weird to listen to her moaning as the volume increased. I probably should have left, but in a way, being an audio voyeur was exciting. Then, just as she seemed to be peaking, I heard another woman's voice shout, "Take my cock you slut. Cum for me." And cum my mother did. With a fierce howl, a shriek and a loud, "Oh God, fuck me Mistress!"

I was shocked. I didn't know what to think, let alone say. My mother was having sex with another woman and beyond that, she was being fucked. I mean, I'm not unaware of the dynamics of woman to woman sex. I'd never done it myself, but I had lesbian friends and at school it's kind of hard to avoid. But I had never thought of them fucking. And I certainly didn't understand why my mom would call her Mistress.

I sat silently in the living room uncertain what to do. Again, I should have left, but I was too stunned to do anything. About ten minutes later, a woman came down the stairs. No, check that. She was a girl. Actually, she was my age and someone I had gone to high school with. We frequently had been rivals for the attention of the hot boys. Ali had always dressed and acted sluttier than I. She had long blonde hair, wore short skirts and revealing tops. As a result, she usually got the guy she wanted, although she discarded them almost as fast as she got them. I had dated a couple of her cast offs, but I usually dropped them quickly because all they could talk about was her. Now she was dressed in leather with a short crop haircut. Her hair was now jet black and she was kind of butch. It was quite a transformation from the last time I had seen her, about four months ago. She was also carrying a backpack. That seemed out of place.

"Oh, hi Susan," she said with a friendly smile. "I didn't know you were back from school. Your mom should be down in a little bit after she recovers. I took a lot out of her."

I sat there dumbfounded as Ali walked past me and out the front door. I couldn't decide what to do. Should I walk upstairs and confront my mom? Or should I pretend like I didn't know? I decided for now, discretion was the better part of valor and remained quiet for five minutes. Then I opened and shut the door loudly and called out, "Hi mom, I'm home."

"Oh," I heard my mom shout down from upstairs. "I didn't expect you. I'll be down in a few minutes. I'm going to jump in the shower."

I took my suitcase down to the basement to start my laundry. I had plenty of time to do it in the next two days, but I needed a distraction from thinking about my mom. I then went up to the kitchen to get some iced tea. My mom always had a pitcher of iced tea in the fridge. I then sat down to wait for her. She came down about ten minutes later. She was wearing a robe and her hair was still wet. She was trying to look innocent. She got herself a glass of tea, sat down at the table and asked me how school was going.

It was weird to have a normal conversation with her after what I had learned about her. I didn't bring up Ali, but I kept looking at her wondering what they did together. To be honest, I wondered what she looked like when Ali fucked her. I mean, it's weird to think about your parents fucking, but when it's your mom and your former classmate, that just bizarre. Still, I was happy for her. I knew she has been lonely since dad died so if Ali made her happy, then so be it. Then mom got the call. Of course, I could only hear her side of it. But I could tell it was with Ali.

"Hello," was her simple and cordial greeting.

"No, I can't do that."

"Please, no. Anything but that."

"You wouldn't?"

"OK."

My mom hung up the phone.

"That was Ali. She said you know."

I felt myself blushing. "I came in a few minutes before she left," I confessed.

"How much did you hear?" my mom asked me.

I paused to try and frame the words correctly. "I heard you climax." Climax sounded better to me that cum your brains out.

"Anything else?" she asked.

I could feel myself blushing. "I heard you tell her to make love to you," I finally said, unable to bring myself to say "beg to fuck" to my mother. Now was my mother's turn to take a deep breath.

"Ali doesn't make love to me," she told me. "She fucks me. She's my Mistress and I am her sex slave."

I sat there dumbfounded unable to react.

"I don't expect you to understand, Susan," she told me. "Just know she makes me happy. I've never known sexual pleasure like this, even with your father."

"But daddy..." my words trailed off as I searched for the right way to express my feelings.

"Your father was a great man and I loved him very much. But I've always loved women too. I'm bisexual. At least I was when we were married. Now I'm only with women."

"You cheated on daddy?" I exclaimed.

"No. Of course not," she replied. "He knew and sometime participated."

They had met in college much in the same way she anticipated I would meet my eventual husband. He was a Yale student with rich parents and grandparents.

"I don't understand," I told her. "When did you start being with women?"

"In college," she replied. "It's a great time to try new things. I had a threesome with your father and my roommate. The next night, I made love to just my roommate."

"But what about Ali?" I inquired.

"I met her at a club," she said.

"She's not 21 yet?" I replied.

"This club doesn't worry about that," was her answer. "It's more of a private club for likeminded people. I was looking for something the other women I dated couldn't provide. Your dad was my dominant and after he died, I missed being able to be submissive. This club caters to dominance and submission. Like I said, I had been exclusive with women for years, but I needed a firm hand, so I went looking for a new Dom. What I found was Ali and the rest is history."

My head was spinning. I was having a hard time accepting all my mom was confessing. She obviously could tell I was struggling.

"I know it's hard to understand. Sometimes I struggle as well. But I know who I am and what I need. Ali gives me that."

"What did she say on the phone?" I asked her.

"She said you caught us and I was to confess to you the truth about me."

"Anything else?" I added.

"When I resisted, she said she would leave me if I didn't do it."

"Wow," was all I could say. After a pregnant pause, I added, "How will she know you did?"

"She knows I can't lie to her. She will believe me when I tell her. But she also said she would be here at 4pm tomorrow. She'd like it if you were here to confirm my story, although she said she understood if you didn't want to stay."

"I don't know," I replied. "I just don't know."

That night I didn't sleep well. I couldn't turn my mind off from thinking about my mom. Part of me wanted to know more to make sure she was safe and part of me wanted to ignore Ali and just let my mom live her life. In the end, I decided to leave the house and go to a movie while Ali and mom had their fun. Then the next day I would go back to school and forget this weekend ever happened.

I told my mom I didn't want to be in the house, and she understood. It was 3:30 and I was preparing to leave. The movie wasn't until 4:30, but I didn't want to be there when Ali arrived. I was in the living room and called up to my mom who was in her bedroom getting ready for her date. She yelled back down to please wait a minute. I did and soon she walked down the stairs wearing a silk teddy that extenuated her 45-year-old curves, showed an ample amount of cleavage and high heels. I was shocked. As I said earlier, before yesterday I had never thought of my mom as a sexual creature, but this outfit laid that fallacy to rest. I shook my head.

"I'm sorry, honey," she said to me. "Ali likes me to dress very feminine."

I shook my head again trying to clear it. "No, it's fine mom. You look amazing. I just can't believe you're dressing like that for a girl my age. Isn't that kind of embarrassing?"

"Well, yes. Sort of," she replied. "I mean, that's part of the attraction. The night we first met, she definitely used our age difference against me during her seduction."

I put my fingers into my ears and said, "La la la la la. I don't want to hear any more."

But secretly I did want to hear more. I wanted to know what kind of hold this girl had over my mother. My mom began to give me more details of how Ali had seduced her at the club, and I noticed her nipples harden as she talked in glowing terms about her young temptress. It was clear there was a wet spot on the front of her panties too and I started to smell her arousal. I decided now was the opportune time to leave, but when I opened the door, Ali was standing there. She was wearing an overcoat (weird) and still carrying her backpack. I didn't move at first until she said, "Aren't you going to invite me in?" That shook me from my shocked stance, and I backed away from the door. She came in and as I turned to look back at my mother, I saw that she was kneeling on the floor, looking down and had her hands behind her back.

"Obviously my pet told you about us," Ali stated. "She's a very good girl."

I started to stammer out a response, but Ali just raised her hand. Then she handed me her backpack and took off her coat. She handed me that as well. I couldn't move because I was staring at the black leather corset she was wearing along with the black fishnet stockings just peeking out of the tops of her thigh high leather bitch boots. I didn't know what a Mistress was supposed to look like, but I suppose this was it.

"Be a dear and hang up my coat, will you," Ali said as she took her backpack from my hand. I just nodded, unable to respond. I started to understand the grip she held on my mom. She was difficult to resist.

As I hung up her coat in the front closet, I watched as Ali pulled out a leather collar and chain leash, which she quickly and efficiently secured around my mom's neck.

"Obviously she told you about me," Ali said. "But did she give you any details?"

"No, not really," I replied finally finding my voice.

"That's cool. You can watch us if you want," she continued.

I had not planned to stay long enough to even meet Ali again, but here I was watching her ass climb the stairs to my mom's bedroom as she held the leash attached to my mom's collar and my mom crawled on the floor behind her. It was definitely surreal.

When we reached Mom's bedroom, Ali ordered her to prepare the cuffs. I watched my mom open her dresser drawer and remove four leather cuffs. She secured them to chains that were preinstalled to the legs of her bed. As she did that, Ali pulled over an easy chair that mom kept in a corner of the bedroom for reading and positioned it at the foot of the bed. She pointed at it indicating I should sit. As I did, I saw my mom sitting on the bed with her legs spread wider than I would have thought she could while she attached the ankle cuffs binding her. She was more limber that I predicted. I then watched her do the same with her left wrist and then Ali affixed the cuff for her right wrist. Quickly and efficiently she was bound spread eagle to her bed. Ali then told me what was going to happen.

"Yesterday was a pleasure day as you know," she began. "Today I promised mommy a firm spanking, but since you're here, Susan, I'm going to change things up."

"But Mistress," my mom whined. "You promised me a spanking today."

"No sass from you, slave," Ali hissed back. "You'll get spanked when I decide and not before."

She then turned back to me. "Your mom is such a little pain slut. She loves when I spank her and finger her between swats. She always cums so hard on my fingers."

I was looked at my mom. She didn't seem to be embarrassed in the least that Ali had described her that way. I wondered how many other people had seen her like this. If Ali wasn't going to spank her, I wondered what she was going to do. I didn't have to wait long as she walked over to my mom's dresser and retrieved a riding crop. She then walked back to my mom, and with a swift flick of her wrist, struck her firmly on her belly. I knew the silk teddy would do little to protect her from the force of the crop. Surprisingly instead of crying out in pain, mom gave a contented little mew and then said, "Thank you, Mistress."

I was stunned.

Ali continued slowly using the crop all over my mother's body. Mom's mews eventually gave way to moans and she thanked Ali for every strike. I could see the wet spot at the bottom of the teddy growing and mom's arousal scent became more pronounced. Her nipples were rock hard, straining against the soft fabric of her lingerie. Even when Ali used the crop right on her nipples causing mom to arch her back, there were no signs of distress and that mom was enjoying nothing but pleasure. When Ali paused her assault to rub the crop against mom's pussy, she begged for her to continue and for permission to cum. Ali just taunted her.

"Wouldn't you be embarrassed to cum in front of your daughter because I cropped your clit?"

"Yes, Mistress, I would," my mom replied. "But you know I need it. I crave your touch."

"I'm her same age as Susan," Ali continued. "It must be humiliating to be so needy in front of us. Did you know we used to compete for the same lovers?"

I watched as Ali tapped the crop on my mom's clit. She wasn't striking it, just lightly tapping it. I'd never been spanked, let alone cropped, but I knew that would drive me crazy. As aroused as my mom was right then, it must be driving her wild.

"Maybe we should ask Susan if she thinks you deserve to cum?" Ali said with a mocking tone.

"Please don't involve me in this," I replied, although my own wet panties told me I was already involved.

"I understand," Ali replied. "Do me a favor though," she asked me. "In my backpack is a curved vibrator. Could you grab it for me?"

"Sure," I replied not realizing I was helping her tease my mom. It was just somebody asking for assistance, which I would normally always help. Mom apparently understood something I did not because she said, "Please not that," as Ali continued to use the crop on her thighs and then back on her nipples. That quieted my mom down, at least from complaining as the moans and thank yous returned. I sat back down and held out the vibrator.

"Scooch that chair a little closer to the bed," Ali told me. I did it without thinking as I continued to hold the vibrator. I watched as Ali placed the handle of the crop in my mother's mouth and told her to hold it there. She then moved closer to me and unsnapped the two buttons at the bottom of my mom's teddy.

"Look how wet and puffy her pussy gets when I punish her," Ali instructed me. I leaned forward as she took the vibrator from my hand. I was leaning on the foot of the bed. My face was about even with her ankles. Ali was right. Her pussy was definitely enjoying being under Ali's control. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was slowly becoming under her control as well. I heard the vibrator turn on and I watched Ali, holding the vibe in her right hand, slide it into my mom's pussy. It was easy for her to do as mom's wet folds enveloped the toy. My eyes were completely focused between my mom's legs as Ali now began rubbing mom's clit with her left hand. Mom moaned again.

"She won't last long," Ali told me. "Move a little closer so you can get a good view when she cums."

I should have run away. At a minimum I should have moved the chair back and resisted. But I didn't. I leaned further up the bed until my face was about even with mom's knees. All I could see was the vibe being held in her pussy and her Mistress vigorously rubbing mom's clit back and forth with her whole hand. Ali looked like she was putting a lot of pressure on it too. Mom's hips were moving side to side as much as the chains would allow. Her sounds were becoming more primal. Whatever she had objected to when I got the vibrator was long forgotten. I'd never watched someone up close and personal when they came. Then again, guys usually came in my mouth or in a condom so there wasn't much to see. This was very different, and I couldn't turn away. Ali knew my mom was close and began to taunt her again.

"I know you're fighting it trying not to cum. But it's going to happen. You can't help it. Baptize your daughter. Make her understand your submission. Make me proud. Cum for me. Now!"

And with an arch of her back and a howl that could wake the dead, mom did. Not only that, she unleashed a torrent and squirted. From the first splash on my face, I knew I'd been had. I knew a curved vibrator was meant to stimulate a woman's g-spot. I had friends I had talked to about whether squirting orgasms were real, and one insisted they were if you could stimulate your g-spot and press down while rubbing your clit. I had not believed her, but here we were. My mom's pussy erupted like a fountain and my face was in the direct line of fire. I was too dazed to move. Mom's orgasm went on and on. I was showered with her cum. Her body was shaking and convulsing as her orgasm consumed her. I'd never cum like that. My orgasms, while pleasurable, were tiny in comparison. If Ali made her cum like that, I understood why mom would be so dedicated to serve her.

By the time mom calmed down, she was covered in sweat and panting. I looked like a drowned rat. Ali pulled the vibrator out of mom's pussy and turned it off. She held it up to me. "Want a taste?" she asked. Covered in my mom's squirt, you might expect that I was so far gone I would have licked the vibrator that caused her explosion, but I did have some dignity left. "No thank you," I replied trying to sound disgusted. "Suit yourself," Ali replied. "She's very tasty."

Ali then licked the vibrator cleaning my mother's juices off of it. I watched and didn't say anything. Then I looked at my mom who had already fallen asleep. I can't say that surprised me. She must have been worn out. Ali looked down at her too. She then looked at me and moved her head toward the door indicating I should follow her. We crept out of the room turning off the lights and shutting the door on our way out.

"Let your mom sleep for a while," Ali told me with a loving tone.

"Should we unbind her?" I asked.

"No, she loves to sleep in that position," Ali replied. "Now let's talk about you."

Standing next to my mom's Mistress while covered in mom's squirt and with my own panties soaked, that sounded ominous.

I watched as Ali reached into her backpack and pull out a business card and a pen. She then scribbled something on the back before handing it to me. On the front was just a phone number. On the back was an address.

"Look, Susan," she said. "I know you are freaked out by this. That's cool. I hope you see your mom really craves being treated like this. I care about her a great deal and would never really hurt her. I see the same dark needs in you, even if you haven't realized them yet. Your crotch is soaked, and your arousal smells different from your mom's. I could tell from the moment you opened the door."

I didn't know about the "dark needs" she mentioned, but I knew my pussy was dripping and it wouldn't surprise me that I was nose deaf to my own scent.

"If you want to learn more, be at the address on the card at 9pm. It's the club where I met your mom. I'll be there hunting for fresh meat. Things don't get hopping until after 11 so we'll have time to talk."

"I don't think that's such a good idea," I replied. Going to a Dom/sub club wasn't exactly my scene no matter how turned on watching Ali and my mom had made me.

"Suit yourself," she answered. "But know this. I can spot a sub a mile away. You're going to go to your room and relieve that pent up need you have from watching and you're going to be thinking about what I did to your mother when you cum. If I'm wrong, so be it. But I'm never wrong. Let her squirt dry in your hair. Don't shower or clean up. Wear one of your mom's outfits. I'll text her a list of the acceptable ones after she wakes up."

I'd been stunned into silence many times that day and this was another occasion. Ali then leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss. To say it was unlike the kisses my boyfriends gave me would be an understatement. It was far more ardent and far more possessive.

"See you tonight," she said as she turned and walked down the stairs. I sprinted to my bedroom taking off my clothes as I went.

Laying in my bed, I felt naughty and used, even though I had not actually done anything. Ali was right about be thinking about her and my mother as I voraciously rubbed my pussy, pinched my nipples and made myself cum over and over again. Like my mom, I ended up falling asleep naked having worn my body and mind out. Unlike her, I wasn't still bound. That is one of the reasons I was surprised when I woke from my nap and she was sitting next to my bed and wearing a robe. It took me a moment to realize she was free. For some reason, the fact that I was naked and laying on top of my cover didn't register in my brain.

"How did you release yourself?" were the first words from my mouth.

"Mistress always leaves one wrist cuff loose enough that I can get it off in an emergency. I know that if I removed it during a session there would be hell to pay."

I sat there thinking and not saying anything.

"I'm sorry she made me squirt on you," my mom told me.

I was more interested in how she learned to do that then the fact she had drenched me.

"When did you learn to squirt?" I asked her. That was not a question I had ever imagined I would ask another person, especially my mom.

"I didn't exactly learn it," she told me. "When Ali and I first hooked up, she would tease me to the edge of orgasm but not let me cum. Sometimes for a week or more. It was when I was in one of those hyperarousal states that she used the g-spot vibe on me. The rest is history."

"What do you mean she won't let you cum?" I asked in response.

"Just what it sounds like," mom replied. "If I cum without permission, I get punished. She likes to watch me on Skype as I tease myself. She threatens to leave me if I cum. It's difficult, but I also have the most amazing orgasms when I'm finally allowed to climax."

"Have you ever squirted in someone's face before?" was my next question.

"No, that was new," she admitted. "I knew exactly what she was planning when you gave her the g-spot vibe. That is why I asked her not to do it. But it was amazing for me. I hope it wasn't too bad for you."

"I was a new experience," I chuckled.

We continued our conversation as mom explained more about her twisted relationship with Ali. Her robe, tied around her waist, at some point fell open enough for me to see the side of her boob from my angle. I shouldn't have been looking at it, but I kept sneaking glances. She noticed and pulled it back together to cover herself. I was embarrassed, but she kept talking without mentioning it. About a minute later her phone chirped. She looked down at it apparently reading a text message. Then she looked at me.

"So Ali wants to meet you at the club tonight," she said.

"I know. She told me that as she was leaving," I replied.

"Are you going to go?" mom asked.

"No, I don't think so," was my answer.

Then there was another chirp. Mom smiled and then tapped a quick response.

"What was that?" I asked.

"She wanted to know if you were naked," mom told me. There was a long pause between us. Then mom spoke again.

"Ali is a powerful girl. I won't be jealous if you want to go see her again. She has a strong hold over me. I've learned not to be upset if she's with other women and I will even accept if she wants to be with you. But I won't do anything directly with you. Make sure she knows if that is her plan, it's not going to happen. Even if I have to give her up."

"What if I don't want to be with her?" I asked.

"I don't want to sound weak, but that isn't up to you. I didn't want her either, but she'll find a way. She's amazing and you'll have amazing experiences with her if she accepts you. I wouldn't want you to miss out on that."

"But I'm not submissive," I replied incredulously.

"Susan, you're too young and inexperienced to know what you are. Maybe you're not, maybe you're vanilla or maybe you'll discover you're a Domme. But Ali sees something in you strong enough to invite you out tonight. Just promise me you'll think long and hard before accepting or rejecting her offer."

"OK, mom," I said as if her advice was about what company to apply to or what kind of car to buy.

"I'm off to shower and then be back to my normal life," she announced.

"A shower does sound good," I replied.

"No, no, no," mom said. "Ali's text said you are not to clean up if you are going to meet her. You'd better not shower until you decide if you're going tonight."

I'd already decided against meeting Ali. But mom was insistent. My hair was a mess and my pussy was still a swamp from my earlier masturbation and apparent erotic dreams. But I just threw on a t-shirt and jeans while my mom washed away the evidence of her debauchery.

For the next few hours I went back and forth on the question of whether I should meet Ali. On one hand, she kind of scared me and the last thing I needed was trying to make a relationship work two hours away from school. On the other hand, watching her with my mom was a huge turn on and I had to admit part of me wanted to know what it felt like to be with her. I mean, prudence would say I should find a "normal" woman to be with for my first time, but then again, if Ali "forced" me to go the other way, it wouldn't be my fault. Yes, I was making excuses and you already can guess what outcome I finally chose. I think my mom already assumed what was going to happen because when I finally told her at about 8pm, she had already laid out my Ali approved outfit for me. When I saw it, I was not amused. Even as a joke Halloween costume I'd never dressed so scantily and certainly never like that in public.

The outfit would best be described as a naughty schoolgirl costume. It consisted of a short plaid skirt, a white blouse, knee high white socks and a pair of black Mary Janes shoes. At least they didn't have a high heel. I kind of expected stilettos. I held the skirt up to my waist and it only came down to almost my mid-thigh.

"I can't wear this," I said to my mom. "My panties will show when I sit down."

She looked at me and said, "Silly girl. You don't wear panties to the club."

I shot her a dirty look while I picked up the white blouse. It buttoned down the front. At least it once did. The buttons had been removed and it had been roughly cut so the length was about four inches below my breasts. The back was slit so there were two strips that could be tied in the front to keep the shirt closed.

"Let me guess," I told her not really asking a question. "You don't wear a bra either."

"Nope," she replied.

"Mom, I'd look like a slut wearing this," I whined.

"Yes," was her simple answer. "You'll fit right in at the club. You're not preparing for a regular date. You're trying to seduce Ali more than she will be trying to seduce you."

"But in public?" I kept resisting.

"It's a private club. Everyone there will be in an alternate lifestyle. Nobody will be concerned what you are wearing or what you do while you are there," my mom tried to reassure me.

"But I still have to get there," I stated emphatically.

"Wear a coat over it in the car," silly girl.

So, there I was, sitting in my car, dressed in an outfit that said, "Use me and fuck me." It was five minutes to nine, the appointed time I had been ordered to arrive. The building was a non-descript warehouse with a small address plaque near the door. There was no indication of what was inside and only about ten cars in the parking lot. Ali told me the place didn't get jumping until eleven, so that was not a surprise. Mom had described the building, so I knew I was in the right place. She also told me Ali would have put me on a guestlist so just tell the bouncer I was there to see Mistress Ali. Knowing I was in the right place didn't make it easier to go inside.

I watched as another car pulled up. A man dressed head to toe in leather got out of the driver's seat. He was kind of scary looking, at least to a neophyte like me. He could have been the nicest man on the planet. But I didn't want to find out. He walked over to the passenger seat and opened it. A gorgeous woman in a leather dress got out of the car. She was stunning. She I would have talked to about being my first female lover, although I felt out of her class. I watched as she clipped a leash to a collar the man was wearing that I had overlooked. She then put a mask over his head. I couldn't tell if it had eye holes, but it looked like it had an opening for his mouth. She then led him to the door. I admit I found their arrival fascinating. It also taught me not to judge people so quickly. The assumptions I made about the man were clearly wrong. Another couple soon arrived, and I watched them closely as well. Then I realized it was ten after nine and I was late.

I summoned up all my courage, got out of the car, tossed the coat I was wearing on the seat and took only a tiny purse with my ID, a few dollars and my car keys. I then hurried to the door, mostly because I was late, but I also wanted to minimize the chance of me being seen running in this outfit. As expected, there was a bouncer just inside the door. The light was dim, but he looked me up and down. He gave me an approving smile and asked my name.

"I'm Susan," I replied with a surprisingly firm voice. "I'm a guest of Mistress Ali tonight."

He looked at a piece of paper on a clipboard he held. "Ah yes, Slut Susan," he said. "Have you ever been here before Slut Susan?"

I shook my head. I was rather pissed at him for calling me that. I wondered if Ali had put on the guest list to call me that or if that was his choice. As my eyes were adjusting to the dim light, I did notice he was muscular and fairly good looking. Suddenly I wasn't so upset at him. After all, the way I was dressed, it was an easy assumption to make. What was happening to me?

The bouncer escorted me down a short hallway and into a large main area. There was a bar, BYOB he explained to get around the liquor laws as this was a private club, a number of tables with a few people conversing and a stage at one end of the room. I watched him look around. "I don't see Ali," he said. "She's probably in the next room. There are booths in there. Have fun. If you need anything or anyone is hassling you, let me know." He then pointed to an arched doorway passed the bar. I assumed that was where the next room was located. I slowly walked inside. I was looking at the other people sitting in the first room and talking. Nobody seemed to care that I was there or dressed so scandalously. There was a beautiful woman behind the bar. She greeted me as I walked by.

"Nice outfit," she said. "You look great."

"Thank you," I replied not knowing the protocol or what I should say.

"Do you want a drink?" she asked.

"I didn't bring anything," I told her.

"I'm sure everyone would buy you a drink when they see that outfit," she told me with a wink.

"I'm not 21 yet," I informed her.

"It's a private club sweetie," she continued. "Nobody is going to care. Come on, do a shot with me. It's from my private bottle and smooth as butter."

"Maybe later," I told her, and I meant it. "I'm late and I don't know if Mistress Ali wants me to drink."

"Oh, you're with Ali. I didn't know," she said. "She's in the next room. I'll stop by later and see if you need anything."

I didn't know how to respond so I just said, "Thank you," again and headed toward the other room. I found Ali sitting in a booth just like the bouncer had suggested. "You're late," were the first words out of her mouth and there was anger in her voice. I opened my mouth to explain, but then I noticed a pair of feet wearing high heels sticking out from under the table. As I moved closer, I realized another woman was eating Ali's pussy.

"Stop gawking and sit down," she told me, still sounding angry. I slid into the booth next to her.

"So why were you late?" she asked. "Having second thoughts?"

"No, Ali," I began with an unsteady voice still freaked out over seeing another woman under the table. "I was actually here a few minutes early, but I got caught up watching some people arriving. Before I realized it, the time was ten after."

"I waited five minutes for you," Ali told me. "That was your grace period. Then I started without you. This is Samantha. She's been begging me for weeks to eat my pussy and since you were not here to do it for me, she got her wish."

The woman didn't stop or look up when Ali spoke her name. She remained with her mouth glued to Ali's pussy. For her part, Ali looked indifferent to the woman serving her orally.

"I assume your mom dressed you properly?" Ali asked. That was an embarrassing question given my age and the fact that I was dressed like a slut and going commando.

"Yes, she did," I replied with a strange amount of pride.

"Let's make sure," Ali said as she reached out and grabbed my right breast. With a squeeze she confirmed I wasn't wearing a bra, although given the style of the blouse, I'm sure she could have just visually confirmed it. She then grabbed my left breast, this time making sure to squeeze my nipple. They reacted as you would expect.

"Do I need to check under your skirt?" she asked.

"If it pleases you," I replied. "But I'm not wearing panties."

"I'll check later," she said. Then she gave a little moan as the woman under the table must have done something better.

I felt like I was at a job interview. I think the woman under the table was as well. Her's was more of an audition as she was trying to prove to Ali that she could bring her pleasure. The bartender returned about ten minutes later asking if we wanted any drinks. She was unfazed that Samantha was under the table. Ali declined, but we would take three shots in ten minutes. Looking at my watch, that meant at 9:35. I didn't realize at the time, but Ali had given Samantha a half an hour tryout. As the minutes ticked away, it seemed like she would not succeed in making Ali orgasm. I didn't know if that was good or bad for me, although I assumed it was not a positive for Samantha.

"Time's up," Ali announced. There was a groan of disagreement from beneath the table. I watched as Samantha backed herself out from under the table. She tried to slide into the booth next to Ali, but was corrected, and then Samantha took the seat next to me. I was now sandwiched between them. Samantha looked to be just a few years younger than my mom. I guess Ali has a thing for older women. The two older women certainly have a thing for Ali.

"Who is this?" Samantha asked. I started to introduce myself thinking she might find me as attractive as Ali and want to lick my pussy, but Ali interrupted.

"This is Carol's daughter. She's home from school this weekend and found out I was fucking her mom."

"Oh," was Samantha's unfazed reply. Then almost in a complaining tone she said, "When are you going to let Carol and me serve you together?"

Ali ignored her question. I got the sense she got asked it a lot. I also sensed she was not as dedicated to Samantha as to my mom. That kind of made me proud. The bartender then appeared with the three shots Ali had ordered earlier. She looked right at me when she asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you?" It was then I realized my left nipple was exposed in the front of my top from when Ali had felt me up. I tried not to make a show out of tucking it back in, but I know everybody noticed and I blushed.

"That will be all for now, Mia," Ali said dismissively.

We did our shots and then Ali but her hand around my neck and pulled me into a very passionate and possessive kiss, much more so that the one this afternoon. I suppose if Samantha had any thoughts of being with me, Ali put an abrupt end to that. As we were making out, I felt Ali's right hand slide up my right leg and then under my tiny skirt. Her left hand on the back of my head kept me from pulling away. I then felt another hand, it must have been Samantha, sliding up my left thigh. Ali then pulled my head away by grabbing my hair and turned me to face Samantha who also began kissing me, although not as aggressively. Both of their hands met at my panty less pussy and I began to swoon. All of a sudden, I realized maybe Ali's plan was to share me with Samantha as both their fingers danced on my labia and then took turns on my clit. My chest was heaving as Samantha kissed me and I felt my blouse being untied. Then I felt two lips encircle my right nipple.

I absolutely love having my nipples sucked and when I moaned into Samantha's mouth, she broke our kiss and leaned over capturing my left nipple. So here I was, basically topless in a strange fetish club getting both of my nipples sucked by women I hardly knew while they continued to finger my pussy and steadily build my arousal. I can't say it was a dream come true because I had never considered such a thing would happen. But whether they were using me in public or not didn't matter. People were walking past the table as they headed to other rooms deeper in the club, but nobody seemed to notice what Ali and Samantha were doing to me. Maybe notice is the wrong word. They certainly noticed. Some even stopped to watch more for a brief time. But nobody cared what was happening.

All too soon I could feel an orgasm building. I should have known Ali would be able to sense that too and that meant all to soon she would stop touching me and tell Samantha to do the same. I am sure Samantha didn't want to stop. I'm sure she wanted to get between my legs. But she also was desperate for Ali's approval, so she immediately did as she was told. And that was how my night went.

Either together or apart, the women would edge me. Samantha spent more time under the table and this time she made Ali cum. I hoped that would put Ali in a good mood and lead to me own orgasm, but it did not. I didn't lose my shirt, but it remained untied and my breasts were exposed for anyone who cared to look. I had several more shots. Only this time, instead of having the bartender bring them to the table, I was told to go to the bar to order. This meant walking into the main gathering room. It was quickly filling up. I could feel the eyes on my breasts and engorged nipples. I could only assume everyone knew I wasn't wearing panties. I kind of expect to get felt up while I was leaning over the bar, but apparently that is strictly forbidden without consent. And nobody asked, although I would have had to defer to Mistress Ali's judgement on that.

My leaning on the bar gave the bartender a good look at my boobs flopping free of my worthless blouse. She was openly leering at me. Apparently, that was allowed. I saw no reason to cover myself. As she poured the shots with her right hand, her left hand touched mine.

"I see what Ali is doing to you," she said in a whisper while leaning over the bar exposing her own cleavage to my gaze. "Find me later and I'll help you get relief."

I was kind of surprised she was that forward. I just nodded and took the drinks back to the table. This time after we downed them, Ali pulled me deeper into the club where there was a small dance floor. There was no DJ, but dance music was playing on a loop. There were a few people in the room as she pulled me close to her. Another passionate kiss weakened my knees. She then spun me around, so she was behind me and pulled me tightly against her body while she began to sway to the music. She felt wonderful pressed against me. Then her left hand moved up from my stomach as she began to squeeze my right breast and tease my nipple. Her right hand moved down and lifted the front of my skirt. I threw my head back and moaned when she began to rub my clit.

Here I was on the dance floor being masturbated in front of several strangers. I did the only thing I could think to do. I lifted my hands and wrapped them around her neck. I also moaned again. Loudly.

I should have known this was just another tease. Ali was a bitch like that. She always had been. But for some reason I really believed she would let me cum. Mom had warned me. Even the bartender had kind of warned me. But it was still a shock two songs later, with my juice running down my legs and my orgasm hanging by a thread, when she released me and said we should go back to the booth where Samantha would still be waiting. Disappointed, correct that, very disappointed, I turned toward the door and then noticed about twenty people had entered the room to watch our performance. Some congratulated Ali as we walked out. Some of the women I perceived as subs didn't say anything, but I could tell they felt bad for me.

Back at the table, Ali let me calm down. I knew that meant they soon would be teasing me again. Part of me loved the attention she was giving me. Part of me hated not being allowed to orgasm. We danced two more times, but with the same result. I was moaning, Ali's fingers were coated in my juice and the assembled crowd applauded when we were done. But I still had not cum and I was getting desperate. When I reached the point where I would do anything to climax, Ali could sense my need and went in for the kill. She wanted my mother and me to 69 while she took turns fucking each of us with her strap-on. For an encore, she wanted my mom and I to fuck each other while she watched. Now I may have been dizzy from arousal and more in need of an orgasm than at any time in my life, but I remember my mom telling me this was a hard limit. In fact, I now pictured my mom's statement as a warning as if she knew Ali would try to push this on me. Maybe my mom knew she wasn't strong enough to resist, even though she had said she would break up with Ali before allowing this to happen. Maybe she was relying on me to hold firm. No matter what the reasons or how much I needed to cum, I wasn't going to agree to having actual sex with my mom.

"No way," I told Ali. "Not going to happen."

Ali was looking at me deep in my eyes while I felt Samantha once again slide her fingers under my skirt. Reflexively I leaned back against her and moaned. I might have been shocked by Ali's suggestion, but that didn't mean my arousal had abated. Samantha then whispered in my ear.

"I'm so hot for your mom. Just say yes. I know Ali will let you cum right now. She said no woman has ever licked your pussy. I'll do it. I'll crawl under the table again while she licks your nipples. It will be the best orgasm of your life."

I was dizzy and falling under Ali's spell. Even though another woman was touching me, I was staring at Ali's eyes. There was a hypnotic quality to them. If she had ordered Samantha to make me cum, I might have surrendered to her and accepted her order to do my mom. But she delayed just a bit too long and I regained just enough of my senses to pull Samantha's hand away from my steaming pussy. I then pushed her out of the booth and slid out. I was unsteady on my feet, but I knew this time I really had to get away. Ali had always been bad news in school and she was bad news now. I staggered back into the front room trying to tie up my blouse along the way. I almost fell, but fortunately the bartender had just delivered a tray of drinks and was able to catch me. She also got a good feel of me as I fell into her arms.

"Are you alright?" she asked me.

I probably sounded drunk, but my impairment was from arousal and sexual need not the alcohol. I don't think I was coherent, but she seemed to understand.

"Ali has that effect on some people. You either love it or hate it. She should have let you cum."

My mind was in a haze as the bartender slid her hand under my skirt. I threw my arms around her neck like I had done with Ali to steady myself as her finger effortlessly slid into my pussy.

"I told you to find me if Ali got to be too much," she purred into my ear. "Come in back and let me take care of you."

All I could do was nod. I couldn't speak and could barely walk. She had to help me down a dark hallway where we eventually got to the women's bathroom. She pushed me inside. There was a woman at the sink washing her hands. But we just went past her and I was ushered into the handicap stall.

The bartender didn't waste any time. As unsteady as I was, it was easy for her to spin me around and push me against the stall door. She then unzipped her own skirt and sat down on the toilet.

"Eat my pussy, slut, and then maybe I'll get you off." I wanted to say, "No, you get me off first," but my mind was in no condition to argue. I knelt down on the cold tile floor. I knew my feet were sticking out of the stall much like Samantha's had been sticking out from under the table. Anybody who came into the bathroom would know what I was doing. The bartender's pussy glistened in the dim light and I leaned forward for my first taste of pussy direct from the source.

It was an epiphany. She was delicious and she was already flowing like a river. I had not noticed if she was one of the voyeurs watching Ali tease me on the dance floor, but I now imagined her watching and playing with herself as Ali fingerbanged me. I pushed my face in firmer against her steaming snatch. She held my head, although not too forcibly. She also gave me praise. She was very different from Ali who seemingly never complemented my mom or Samantha.

Admittedly it was disgusting to have my head almost in the toilet. But I didn't care. I was thrilled to be there and ecstatic to be eating my first pussy. I silently cursed myself for waiting this long. I didn't even remember the bartenders name, but it didn't matter and when she came, I felt like it was a reward. My compensation was a mouthful of her essence and the knowledge of a job well done. I also knew my orgasm was finally at hand. I expected her and I to trade places and for her to go down on me. I knew it would only take moments for me to climax. That was a shame because I would have enjoyed having the first time a woman went down on me lasting longer.

Suddenly I remembered Ali introduced her as Mia. She told me to sit on the toilet, but she also told me to just hike up my skirt rather than remove it. That was fine I figured. Then she stepped forward and started teasing my nipples.

"Reach down and play with your pussy," she ordered.

"I thought you were going to eat me," I whined. She gave my nipples a firm squeeze. I grimaced in pain.

"No, I said I would help you would get off," she replied.

I quickly decided I was going to lose this argument, so I started to frig my pussy. It was humiliating to masturbate in front of her. Especially since she was standing over me and looking down. She stopped playing with my nipples and began rubbing herself. She taunted me asking if I wanted to lick her pussy again. Well `duh. Of course. But not enough to stop giving myself my own pleasure. It wasn't long until I felt my long-delayed orgasm rapidly building. I'd long since decided that even if she said stop, there was no way that was going to happen. Mia had no control over me. I was going to cum and cum hard. That's not to say she didn't taunt me some more with words like, "Is the slut ready to cum?" and "What a dirty little girl you are." That only served to inflame my passion and I started to groan as my release was just moments away. I had no idea how many other women were in the bathroom when I exploded. I do know that anyone within 50 feet had to know what was happening. But there was one surprise for me I had not expected. It was also probably why Mia hadn't stripped me.

As I began to cum and lose what little semblance of control I still had, I felt a hot splash against my face. It was different from when my mom and squirted on me. At first, I was too out of control to properly deduce that Mia had peed on me when I began to orgasm. Her stream lasted almost as long as my climax. When I finally began to come back to Earth, I saw she was leaning against the door and vigorously rubbing her clit. I was happy to just sit back on the toilet while she rubbed out another climax for herself. As she was cumming, I started to freak out a bit about getting a surprise golden shower, but as I continued to come down from my own orgasm, I decided that was the least of the bizarre things that had happened to me.

After she was done, Mia put her skirt back on and left me sitting on the toilet. I was still covered in piss and recovering from an amazing climax. My heart was still racing and it took about five minutes for me to fully calm down. I got up and went to look at myself in the mirror. I definitely had the look of being rode hard and put away went. Very wet. I tied my blouse back up to hide my breasts. My blouse looked like I had been in a wet t-shirt contest. I turned on the faucet, but then remembered what Ali had said after my mom baptized me into the kink world. I turned off the faucet and walked back into the club proudly and without shame.

Mia was back behind the bar. I think she was shocked I had not cleaned up. She waved me over to the bar. "I'd like to play with you again next time you are in town."

I could only silently nod. I was worn out. I watched as he took out her phone and quickly snapped a picture of me in my well used shame. She then tapped a few keys and handed me her phone. "Put your number my contacts," she told me.

I looked at the name she had given me "Piss Whore." I didn't care for the moniker, but I couldn't deny I would like to eat her pussy again and if that meant she would piss on me again, I'd probably let her. I gave her my number and then headed for the door. I sat in my car for about ten minutes as I continued to recover and clear my head. Then I drove home. I didn't put the coat back on. When I walked in the front door my mom was waiting up for me.

"Looks like someone had a good time," she said. "Want to share the details?"

"Not tonight," I said. "I need a shower."

"Is Ali your Mistress?" mom asked.

"No," I replied. "The price was too high. She wanted me to fuck you."

"I thought she might," my mom said sounding disappointed. I could tell if she was disappointed Ali wanted that or disappointed that I held strong and said no.

"She'll just keep working on us," mom commented almost like a warning.

"Well, if she does, she'll have to answer to Mia," I said not knowing if Mia cared at all. It was kind of a fuck you to my mom for everything she had put me through this weekend.

"Mia?" she replied. "Who's Mia."

"A new friend," I told her not knowing if I would ever talk to her again. "Good night."

I headed to the stairs. I knew I stank of pee, the bathroom and arousal. I should have showered, but as I passed my bedroom, I could hear my bed calling me and I wasn't quite ready to end the night. I didn't even peel off my clothes. I just climbed into bed. I felt nasty, but never more alive. Sleep came easy and my dreams were filled with erotic visions of strong women making me do things a normal girl would resist. I woke up wet and horny. I masturbated before heading to the shower so I could feel the remnants of last night before washing and returning to being a sweet regular co-ed. But that would be on the outside. Inside my crazy fetish slut had been released and there was no getting her back in a cage again. Well maybe, but that's another chapter.