My Freshman Year

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My Freshman Year By Tappy McWidestance and Barbara H

Prologue: This story is a collaboration. Through lengthy discussions, Barbara documented her journey becoming an online lesbian submissive MILF and exhibitionist. The text has been primarily been written by Tappy except for quotes from messages sent from Barbara to her online Mistresses. The basic structure of the story is fictional with multiple Mistresses combined into one to limit the number of characters. The tasks Barbara is given are all authentic, so think of this as a movie based on real events. Throughout the story, Barbara sent pictures to her Mistresses. A version of the story with this pictures is available upon request. Just shoot me an email and I will send you a link.

"My dearest Julie," began the letter I was writing to my freshman year roommate. It was now early August and I would soon be traveling back to Chicago for our sophomore year at Northwestern University in Evanston. Both Julie and I played on the girls softball team. I was on scholarship and a starter. Julie was a local girl and a walk on. I know lacrosse was the dominate girls sport at Northwestern, but thanks to the boys football and basketball programs (and Title 9) the school had to invest in other sports for women and we were the beneficiaries. We planned to be roommates again this year, but I had a secret and it had been gnawing at me all summer. Actually it had bothered me most of freshman year as well since it involved Julie's stepmother, Barbara. I know I should have told Julie when I first became aware of Barbara's secret life. But I didn't. And then I couldn't. I hoped she would understand and this wouldn't wreck our friendship, but that was probably hopelessly optimistic.

"I know I should have told you all of this last October and I have no excuse other than at first I was scared how you would react. We had just met and I didn't know you very well. But now I care about you too much to keep this a secret. I hope you can forgive me." After that opening, I wrote a long detail recap of what had happened last year starting with Julie sharing some information about her stepmom that set these events in motion.

"OMG !Ê Rachel you are not going to believe what I've discovered about Barbara, my stepmom!" my roommate yelled as she burst into our dorm room. She had gone home for on Sunday to do laundry and was back early. Her dad had already left for a business trip and she had gone over unannounced. I guess she felt compelled to tell somebody about her discovery. Ê "It started when I came upstairs and she was in my room looking out the window. When she saw me she got all red in the face and I could tell she was doing something strange.ÊShe made some comment about it being such a nice sunny day out and left my room. When I looked out of my window, I could see what she was looking at.Ê Since my bedroom is on the second floor, we can see into the yards of our neighbors. There was a girl that was laying out in the sun tanning! I think my stepmom has the hots for a girl! I could only see her from behind, but Barbara's hands were in front of her and I think she was rubbing herself through her dress! What is wrong with her?"

I couldn't believe what my roommate was telling me. Catching your stepmom wanking to the neighbor girl is pretty weird. It had to be humiliating for Barbara as well. Had I been there, I probably would have said something instead of just letting her walk out of the room. I could see why Julie hurried back to campus to tell me. She was having trouble processing what happened. As for me, I believed it entirely based on something I knew that Julie did not.

I first met Julie's stepmom the week before when she brought me to their home for Wednesday night dinner. Sunday and Wednesday dinners was something the family planned to continue even with Julie at college. Her dad made a very comfortable living as VP of Sales for a major corporation. Unfortunately that kept him traveling during the week and sometimes internationally for extended periods of time, but he was usually home on Sunday night. I guess this week had been an exception.

He and Barbara had recently bought a small home in Winnetka, IL for the land it sat on, tore it down, a build a narrow, tall McMansion in its place. I think Julie was upset about the cost and I can't really blame her. She wasn't on scholarship and I know her dad was paying for education.

That Wednesday, Barbara seemed overjoyed to have us over. I guess life in the big house alone was lonely. We had a nice meal, good conversation and I thought Barbara was friendly. Julie had a different opinion of her, probably because of the whole, "you aren't my real mother," thing. Barbara was very attractive and I'm sure that was part of the attraction to Julie's dad. She was also younger that Julie's bio mom, although she was still in her mid-30s. I remember the first time I saw her I thought she looked amazing and had to work out religiously.

After dinner, Barbara asked if we wanted any desert. Julie immediately said Dairy Queen and Barbara offered to drive us there. I deferred saying athletes don't eat desert, but Julie was insistent. I told them to go and that I would work on one of my papers until they got back. I pulled out my laptop and Barbara gave me the Wi-Fi password. Then they left. Unfortunately I couldn't get the Wi-Fi to connect. I was at a loss what to do so I ended up going into their home office upstairs to find Barbara's laptop. I hoped I could get the right Wi-Fi settings from her computer. The screen saver was on, but fortunately it was not password protected. Her browser was open to Facebook and I didn't think much of it. It looked like the usual stuff. But then I noticed an incognito window was minimized. And that proved to be a gold mine. I quickly took some notes and then put all the windows back where they had been. Then I headed back to the living room. I still couldn't get online, but I could at least start typing up my paper.

We hung out a few more minutes after they got back from DQ, but then Julie and I headed back to campus. It was only about a ten-minute drive. I was tempted to tell Julie what I had found, but I decided I needed a bit of research first as I was not familiar with the topic. Unfortunately we were together the rest of the night so I couldn't begin to put my plan into action. Luckily Julie had an 8am class and my first one was 9:15 so I had some time to myself. What was Barbara's secret you ask? She had a Fetlife account. I had never seen that website until last night, but it was obvious from the few clicks I had time to make that it was a place for people to express their kinky desires. I would have never imagined Barbara frequented a site like that. But there she was. She did have any pictures posted yet. I think she was new to the site. But she did include a list of her fetishes. Honestly, I was more than a little shocked.

After Julie told me about Barbara watching the neighbor girl and possibly playing with herself while she did it, I decided to see if I could find more about her and this culture. I am a psychology student and I figured this was a good thing to learn because it didn't seem normal to me. I logged onto Fetlife myself and quickly made my own profile.

I chose the screen name Mistress Raven because I always liked that name ever since a friend told me about a Superhero named Raven who went by the alias Rachel Roth in her public life. I didn't picture myself as a superhero, but I thought it was a cool coincidence. I knew I couldn't post any of my own pictures on my profile because I didn't want Barbara to recognize me, so I used some of the drawings of Raven.

Barbara had used the qualifier "exploring" in her profile. I knew I had to do my own exploring so I clicked through the groups she had joined including one called "Looking for Online Owner/Master/Mentor." It was pretty obvious from the groups she chose that she saw herself as a submissive. As a result, I chose Domme for myself. It was also clear she chose groups related to lesbians and bisexuals. Considering she had been masturbating while looking at a neighbor girl that was hardly a shock. I wondered if she didn't consider it cheating on her husband if she only wanked off to girls. I myself had never thought of being with another woman but I wasn't disturbed by the idea. I did find the idea of being in charge of my lover exciting. My experience with boys to that point had been poor at best and having someone who would do your bidding without question was appealing. I just never thought it might be your stepmother.

I didn't contact her right away. Instead I took a couple of days to research the BDSM lifestyle and I read a lot of erotic stories on the subject. Sweet, sweet Julie, I must confess I found them very exciting. When you would go to sleep I would be reading stories on my phone and try to figure out how I could masturbate without you hearing me. Our story would have probably ended here if your stepmom had not posted a thread looking for a Mistress or mentor. I know I was culpable here too since I answered, but I had to. I found the idea of having my own sub so arousing, I had to chat with her.

I also want you to know that we have never hooked up (well sort of but I'll explain that later) and she doesn't know I am your roommate. Actually she only knows me as my online persona Mistress Raven from Seattle. We have sent messages back and forth but never talked, Skyped or KIKed. As far as I know, she had never cheated on your dad or talked to other dominants. But she has done plenty at my suggestion and I think she is in love with me. That is why I had to tell you. I think I love her too.

Secretly I hoped she would not answer my response to her thread looking for a mentor. But she did. From our early conversations I got the impression that nobody else responded. Her profile was pretty thin and she didn't have any pictures so that didn't surprise me. We started chatting on a daily basis. She admitted she was new to the lifestyle and ignorant in most things relating to it. I pretended to have been in the lifestyle for many years and never told her I was just making up my history as we went along. Google was my friend in those early conversations as I was researching what she asked about and then plagiarized the response as if it had been from my experiences. Within two weeks she asked me to be her Mistress. I was thrilled. There were two basic reasons. Given my major, the subject of BDSM was fascinating. I already knew through my research talking to your stepmom that people give up their power for many reasons and the analytical side of my brain wanted to explore that further. The other reason was through our conversations, I found your stepmom to be a unique combination of emotional frailty and raw sexual energy. She told me she had read women in their late thirties and early forties were at their sexual peak and that she wanted to experience everything she could. Unfortunately since your dad is fifteen years older, he apparently is on the downside of his sexual needs. She told me he still loves her very much, but is rarely physical except on the night he comes home from a trip and that was driving your mother crazy. It may sound nuts, but I thought if I could find a way to keep her sexual desires at bay through our conversations, maybe she wouldn't have an affair and cheat on your father.

Over the course of last year, we would chat every few days. I would send her tasks as Mistress Raven and part of her responsibility was to write a response based on how things went. We would also talk about life. She loves you very much but she is worried that with our class schedule and softball practice, you didn't have enough time to find a boyfriend or even make friends outside of the team. She even mentioned that she was glad I was your roommate because she always liked when you brought "that nice girl" over for dinner. Remember that time we went over on a Wednesday night and you commented that you thought your mom was acting strange and fidgeting? She knew you were looking at her and it bothered her greatly. She knew I was looking too, but that wasn't such a big deal to her. What neither of you knew was that I was controlling a Bluetooth vibrating egg lodged deep inside her pussy. Every time I appeared to be sending a text I was actually changing the vibration pattern. I must confess I loved dinner that night and when she messaged me later telling me how hard she came after we left, I knew she was mine.

But you deserve the whole story, so let's start at the beginningÉ

Task 01: The Collar

I done enough research to know that a submissive should be collared, but I didn't know what kind I should make Barbara get. My solution was just to tell her to get a collar and let her worry about picking it out. I sent her a private message saying, "Your first task is to go buy yourself a collar. I want to see a picture of you trying it on in the store. Get a leash too so I can lead you where I need you to go. Send me a detailed message when you are done."

My hands were trembling as I hit send. I didn't think she would really do it. I also didn't think to tell her when to do it. But I had to get to class and then softball practice so I wouldn't be able to be online for about six hours so it didn't really matter. I was surprised to feel my phone vibrating about an hour and a half later as my class was ending. The professor has a strict rule about texting during class, but I had to look discretely to see if it was Barbara. To my joy, it was a notification that I had a new private message. I also saw in my friend feed that she had posted a new picture. She was at a pet store. She had actually done it.

I was shocked. I figured she would chicken out when things got real, but there she was in the store wearing a collar for me. I wondered if anyone else saw her taking the pictures. I was at a loss for words. I was also impressed that she posted the picture where other users could see it and not just me. I knew I had to respond and that she needed positive reinforcement for following my instructions but I didn't know exactly how to do that so I just typed, "You did very well. How does that make you feel?" She responded very quickly.

"OMG, Mistress. I've never been so excited. At first I was very scared. I mean, who goes to a pet store to buy a collar for themselves. As I walked into the store, I felt like everyone knew why I was there and thought I was a pervert. I was humiliated and I could feel my face blushing. But as I began to look at the collars and especially when I touched them, I could feel my embarrassment fade and get replaced by arousal. I felt warmth spread across my body because I was buying this collar for you and it represented my devotion to you. My nipples hardened and I could feel myself getting wet. I needed to touch myself so badly standing in the aisle. Of course I didn't, but I wanted to in the worst way. I began to feel pride that you wanted to be my Mistress and I was determined to prove I could complete your task. I held my head up high as I checked out, although the girl at the register didn't comment so I doubt she knew I had tried the collar on before picking it.

I felt squishy as I walked to the car and I knew I would have to relieve my tension before I could drive home. I hope it is OK with you, but I put the collar back on and then reached under my skirt and pushed three fingers into my steaming woman hole. It was a quick session of self-love. Not because I was worried about getting caught. I wasn't concerned with that. It was fast because I have never felt so worked up before. Just imagining having you put this collar on me in person and then having you lead me around by a leash as I crawled behind you had me cumming in minutes. It was fast and furious, unlike like my usual longer, slower sessions. I thank you for that. I've never climaxed that quickly before, certainly never with my husband, that's for sure. It was a gift I hope to be able to repay someday. I anxiously await your next task for me." She signed it "Your loving slave, Barbara. Oh, and here are a couple additional pictures of me getting ready to go to the store. I hope they make you happy."

I wasn't sure how to respond. I was caught off-guard by her feeling devoted to me so quickly. I though we were just playing. I suppose that is natural when describing why you submit to someone, but it seemed very early in our relationship for her to say that and to sign the message the way she did. I did like how she described her orgasm and how she called it a gift that I had given her. I had not realized I was doing that, but I had asked how she felt so I guess I shouldn't be surprised by what she said. I put the concept of an "orgasm as a gift" in the back of my mind. I wanted to explore that further. I sent Barbara a quick note thanking her for her message and said I would have another task for her in the morning. In truth I didn't know what that task would be. But I had some time before bed to figure out what I would have her do next.

Task 02: Rope and Chains

I knew Barbara fantasized about getting tied up so I figured the next logical task was for her to buy some rope and chains. In my research I also found something called a spreader bar that would prevent her from closing her legs if it was attached to her ankles or move her hands if it was used on her wrist. That seemed like a very practical idea to me. So I downloaded some plans on how to build one your self from regular household items and sent them to her. I told her one of the big box home improvement stores would have everything she needed and that she was to send another report just like she did yesterday when she was done. Once again she proved herself to be very capable and exceeded my expectations.

"Thank you Mistress for giving me the opportunity to serve you again by giving me this task," began her message. I started to get aroused myself as I read that she thanked me again and called me Mistress. I had started chatting with her more as a psychology class research exercise, but now I was really getting into have her be submissive to me.

"I did as you asked. I didn't feel the same level of humiliation as I did yesterday, probably because I didn't have to try on the items and nobody could have guessed why I was buying them. That doesn't mean I didn't get just as aroused. I wore the same blouse because I liked how it rubbed my nipples and kept them hard. After looking through the different types of ropes and chains, I was so horny that I couldn't wait to get to my car for relief so I headed to the lady's room to get myself off. I was wearing a skirt, which didn't fit the mold of any of the customers, but I wanted to look ladylike for you. As it turned out, it worked well because I could easily hike it up, sit on the toilet and have easy access to my pussy. I put my feet up on the stall door for leverage and went to town. I felt like I would cum as fast as I did yesterday in the car and I probably would have, but just as I was about to release, I heard the bathroom door open and somebody walk in. I had to stop diddling my clit for fear of getting caught. Unfortunately she took the stall next to me and took a lengthy BM. I tried to remain perfectly silent, but my pussy was calling to me and aching for attention so I did give it a few slow strokes. That only served to tease me because I wanted nothing more than to get fucked hard and deep at that moment and trying to be quiet and struggling not to have a loud, thrashing orgasm was pure hell. I wasn't sure I could hold back until she left. I tried to stop masturbating all together, but my body would not allow it. Almost involuntarily I starting rubbing myself quicker and I had to cover my mouth with my free hand to keep from moaning. I really liked that, Mistress. I didn't expect to, but I loved the feeling of my hand pressed over my mouth suppressing my ability to make noise. Promise me you will do that if we ever meet. Please? I want to feel you controlling me so completely I can't make any sounds. Fortunately I was able to hold back until the woman left, but I kept my hand over my mouth to keep from drawing attention to the bathroom as I climaxed just has hard as yesterday.

By the way, when I got home, I locked the chain onto my collar instead of the leash because I thought it looked sexier. I then wrapped it between my legs like I had read online to see how it felt walking around rubbing on my clit. Even though I was just walking around my house, it felt amazing. I got a little daring and walked around in our backyard too. I didn't think any of my neighbors would see me holding the chain leash. I got so horny I had to rush inside and masturbate again. I hope you don't mind, Mistress. I thought about you as I came and it was a very strong orgasm. "

I could picture her struggling to be silent and to not get caught. I'd never felt so compelled to play with myself or had sex in public where I would have to worry about that. But it sounded exciting. In a way I was jealous of Barbara. With my help, she was having amazing orgasms while I just had my normal boring sex life. It wasn't fair. For the first time I thought about confessing who I was to her and see if I could seduce her into a real life relationship. But I didn't think that could ever work so I started to think about the next task I could give her.

Task 03: Toys and Cuffs

I knew Barbara would love being tied, but I also guessed that tying yourself would be a challenge. I sent her some instructions I found on how to make rope handcuffs, but I didn't see how you could tie yourself very easily. I did find instructions on how to use rope to tie your own breasts and how to use a piece to tease your pussy by running it around your crotch. That looked easier for somebody to do themselves, at least for the more basic ones. I sent everything to Barbara so she could get started learning. I also bought some rope for myself to start to practice my own ties. It was then I realized how hard it is to tie yourself, so I decided to send her to buy some leather cuffs. I also figured since Barbara only had a single vibrator (we had discussed her lack of toys in a previous conversation) that she needed to expand her collection. So I sent her a list. I also instructed her to tie her breasts and wear the rope as a bra under her clothes. I had no idea if anybody would be able to tell what she was hiding. I anticipated that her blouse would not hang flat because of the rope, but whether anybody would connect a ruffled blouse with rope wrapping your breasts, I could not predict. I did figure it would humiliate her to go out in public that way and from her experience at the pet store, I figured that was a positive situation. Early the next morning while you were in the shower I sent her stepmom a message.

"Barbara, later today I want you to go to a store and buy two sets of leather cuffs, a blindfold, a riding crop, a paddle, nipple clamps, nipple suckers, a wand massager, a butt plug training kit and some lube. Make sure you tie your breasts like the instructions I sent you yesterday showed you. You can choose the store you want to visit. Report back later how it went."

As was becoming the pattern, I felt nervous after hitting send. Did I push her too far and would never hear from her again? Obviously Barbara was having fun, as was I, but would making her go to an adult store while secretly in bondage be too much for her? Did I cross the line? I worried about that all day because I didn't get a response. I wasn't very focused at practice and even the coach asked me what was wrong. I mumbles something about a personal problem and that I would try harder for the rest of the practice. Later in the locker room, Julie said she was going to the library to study and asked if I want to go with her. I declined saying I had all my stuff back in the dorm, but the truth was I wanted to check my email and see if Barbara had written back to me. Even if I went too far, I wanted to hear her tell me that. Not knowing was killing me. Fortunately my fears were unfounded. There was a message waiting and she once again she had exceeded my expectations.

"Thank you for this task, Mistress," the message began. "I took some time to practice with the rope tying my breasts. I admit I wasn't very good at it at first, so I kept untying it and starting over until I got pretty good. Please look at this pictures and tell me what I can do better."

That was a challenge because I had to real experience to base any suggestions. Fortunately she continued. "I did as you suggested and hid the rope under my clothes. I forgot to tell you that I had an appointment with my podiatrist today. I decided to wear a white blouse with a black jacket. I figured she only looks at my feet so I could wear the rope without getting caught so I switched to a black rope I had bought because I was feeling daring. I felt so naughty walking into her office. Here is a picture of me as I waited.

I was so excited to be hiding my kink. Part of me wanted her to notice and ask me what I was doing. I fantasized about her being a Domme and unwrapping my rope and then using it to tie me to the table. Her exam of my feet was perfectly professional, but I imagined wearing a skirt instead of jeans and having her looking up it. I wore panties today, but I pretended that I didn't under my short skirt and that she couldn't stop looking at my dripping pussy. Sometime can you order me to go without underwear on one of these tasks?

Anyway, I made it out of there with my secret intact, unless she could smell my arousal. I wasn't sure where to go for the rest of the items on your list. I knew there was an upscale shop, Lovers Lane in Libertyville, a town not too far from me, so I figured I would go there first. It didn't look scary like I imagined a sex shop would be and had a large selection to lingerie. They had some BDSM gear, but unfortunately I couldn't get everything. There was a nice woman who ran the store who helped me. More than once I caught her staring at my chest and I think she knew something unusual was going on under my blouse. I started having bad thoughts about her like I had about my doctor. Anyway, I was able to get the cuffs, blindfold, paddle, wand massager and flavored lube there. The shopkeeper joked that I was going to have one heck of a night. I chuckled and told her `If you only knew.'"

By this point in reading her message my own pussy was on fire and my left hand was below the waistband of my panties. She had challenged me to send her somewhere without panties and I had to make sure I thought of a task worthy of my budding submissive. Barbara continued.

"I asked the woman where I could find a crop, nipple clamps and the butt plug kit. I didn't mention the nipple suckers figuring any place that had clamps would have suckers. She wasn't sure, but she told me about an adult bookstore just over the border into Wisconsin just off the Interstate. That is why it took me longer to respond, Mistress, because I had to drive up there. She also suggested that I try just using clothespins instead of clamps."

I was impressed that she drove to another state to complete her task. She was obviously more committed to being a good sub than I realized.

"The shop was small and dirty. But at least during the day it wasn't crowded. The guy who ran the joint leered at me when I came in and made me feel vulnerable. There were a couple of other guys looking for movies to rent and I could feel them following me with their eyes as I looked at the rest of the items on my list. When I picked up the crop one of them asked me if I wanted help using it. I told him no. Then I added, `my Mistress will take care of me,' just to hurt his masculinity. I kind of felt bad doing it, but at the time I figured it might keep them away from me.

Besides the wand massager, I bought a rabbit vibrator too. My vibe is on its last legs and this one looked very capable. Hopefully you will let me use it. I got out of there as quick as I could and drove home. I am lucky my daughter isn't coming over tonight so I can try the rabbit and wand if you let me. Please can I try them? I was a good girl all day and followed your instructions. I've needed to cum for hours, but I wanted you to tell me it was OK to be naughty. Can I cum now Mistress? I practiced with the rope and got better at tying myself. I really want to fuck my new vibe. May I?"

I felt a surge of power through my body when I read her requesting my permission to masturbate. I was close to orgasming myself from just rubbing my clit while I read her massage. She had been a good girl and I certainly did not want to deny her a reward for completing her task, but I didn't want to be too easy either so I replied that she could use her new rabbit after she took some more pictures of her improving rope skills. I counted the minutes until her reply. I was trying not to cum until she sent the pictures, but because I wasn't sure what time you would be back from the library I was scared too. I didn't want you to catch me masturbating to pictures of your stepmom. I didn't even know if she had received the message yet and with each passing minute my own needs grew and the odds of getting caught went up. When she finally did, my own orgasm was quick to arrive.

Dear, sweet Julie, remember the night you were at the library and then complained that you met Meghan when you walked back to the dorm from the library? You said she chewed your ear off for ten minutes before you could get away? I am so thankful that happened because two minutes before you got back to the dorm I had an epic orgasm looking at these pictures your stepmom sent me. As it was I had shut my laptop and jumped into bed pretending to read while my body cooled off just as you unlocked the door. Your stepmom had told me a couple of times how exciting it was to be in public when the people around you didn't know you were hiding a sexual secret. I finally understood now that you had almost caught me. I am sorry I didn't tell you that night, but my pussy was still pulsating and I was unwilling to give up talking to your mom. I was also a little worried that if I started explaining what was happing, my own needs might cause me to jump you. I hope I am not freaking you out, but things only got weirder after that night.

Task 04: Edging

Your stepmom moved very quickly into being my submissive. Even on the days we didn't message each other, she began doing things like tying herself up or wearing the rope under her clothes and then sending me recaps. She would also send me pictures of herself in sexy lingerie or of her wearing kinky things under her regular clothes to tease me. She was insatiable.

I was doing my own research on new tasks to give her and the next thing I hit on was teaching her to edge herself and controlling her orgasms. It made sense that would be our next progression because your stepmom is kind of a slut when it comes to being my submissive. Whenever she would do something kinky, she would immediately masturbate and get herself off. She was playing with herself in the car and in public bathrooms more frequently and when she was at home alone, she really gave herself a workout.

In fact, you almost caught her once too. It was about a week after I had instituted a strict no orgasm without my permission policy. She was allowed and even encouraged to masturbate, but she couldn't climax if she didn't clear it with me first. She still played with herself constantly, especially in the shower, and then would send me the cutest notes begging for permission to cum.

"I have been a good girl Mistress," she began. "I have been playing with myself just liked you ordered and have kept my tits tied most of the time. You know how playing with my nipples drives me wild so I do that a lot. It is so hard to stop before I cum. You know how hot serving you gets me and when I so much as touch my clit and nipples, I struggle not to climax. Twice yesterday and once this morning I was almost a bad girl. And I don't want to be a bad girl. I want to be a good girl and follow your commands, but my body was actually quivering this morning in need as I lay on the bed and I almost lost it. I had to put myself into a spread eagle so I wouldn't be able to touch my sensitive bits, but that made me just think of you tying me down and forcing me to ride the wand. Please Mistress, can I cum soon? I promise to serve you faithfully. I even found a couple additional toys online I can buy to use for you. I'll do anything you say to be allowed to cum."

Your stepmom had asked nicely and it was obvious she needed relief so I sent her a message giving her permission. I also really wanted to see what additional toys she had found. I had given her a basic list based on stories that I had read, but I wanted to see what excited her. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long. By the afternoon she had send me more pictures and another lovely message begging to cum again.

"Mistress, I just did a simple rope tie that went around my neck like a collar for the shopkeeper to see. I went to the naughty store in Wisconsin again because I knew I had seen on the shelf what I saw online so I wouldn't have to wait for shipping. The guy behind the country was practically drooling when he saw the rope. What he didn't see is that it went between my legs as well. Just the leg motions from driving had my pussy dripping, but walking through the store almost buckled my legs. I couldn't wait to get home to try my new toys and to show them to you. I hope you like them. Maybe one day we can play with them together. I bought the nipple suckers you suggested and some candles with wax that melts at a lower temperature. It stung pretty bad, but also felt erotic and looks pretty cool. By the way, I really need to cum again after playing with these toys for you. May I please? I've been a good girl and held back as long as I can. Here are my pictures I took for you."

Something about Barbara showing off her submissive side in public really excited me. I began to fantasize about what it felt like to wear the rope tied between your legs and rubbing you while you tried to act normal. It didn't surprise me that she didn't want the shopkeeper to know all her secrets. That might not have been safe, but I also got the sense that it would turn her on if someone did find out. The question was who should it be and should I make that decision for her.

My immediate concern was whether I should let her cum that afternoon. I would hate if somebody prevented me from cumming, but I was feeling like I had been too lenient on her allowing orgasms to easily. I decided to use her desire to cum to push her on exhibiting herself in public. I sent her the following note.

"I approve of your choice of wardrobe when going to the bookstore. You look wonderful covering in wax and I am sure you enjoyed the suckers. (On a side note I had no idea if either would fun, but I wanted to encourage her.) Tonight I want you to masturbate three times, but stop before you cum. I want you to play with yourself once before dinner, once after and once before going to bed. Get as close to your desired orgasm as you can, but do not cum. Tomorrow I will have another task for you and if you complete it, you will get your reward."

Julie, I admit to being a bit devious with this plan because I knew you were going home for dinner and to do laundry. I figured your mom would have to edge herself at least once while you were home and I wanted to know if and how she would do it. I also wanted to see if you would bring up that she was acting strangely. But apparently she hid her secret too well from you because I knew you would have mentioned if you sensed something was off. As it turned out, I only got this reply from her. She sent it at 10:30pm and I had to silently jill myself while you slept to relieve my own need.

"Tonight's task was horrible, Mistress," Barbara's message began. Why did you make me masturbate but not let me cum? Especially three times? I forget, did I tell you I have a daughter? She is in college but she isn't far from where I live and she comes home for dinner and to do laundry a couple of times per week. As instructed I masturbated before I started making dinner. I just used my fingers, figuring that would make it easier to stop when I was about to cum, but it was harder than I anticipated. I did stop before having the big orgasm that I felt building throughout my body, but I did quiver a little. It might have been a mini-orgasm. I am sorry Mistress. I felt so guilty when my daughter arrived. My pussy remained dripping wet after I had masturbated because my body anticipated doing it again in a couple of hours. I was afraid she would smell my arousal because I certainly did. If she did, she didn't say anything. I was working out in my head when I could masturbate again. If I had to do it twice more before bedtime, that meant I probably would have to do it while my daughter was here. I wasn't sure how I could do that, especially since I had doubts that I could stop before climaxing. Thankfully my daughter's laundry provided the answer.

She had mentioned she had a lot of studying to do so I told her I would be the good mom and wash her clothes for her so she would hit the books. I meant it as an excuse for her to leave and go back to campus, but she accepted and headed to the living room. I took her back of clothes and took them downstairs to our laundry room. I knew it would take at least an hour and a half to take care of her clothes and by then it would be almost bedtime. I decided to complete your masturbation task in the basement while my daughter studied. I must confess it was frustrating, but also exciting. I didn't think she would come downstairs because she is a good student and I knew once she buried her face in her books, she would lose track of time. But the possibility of her walking in on me with my hand in my pants certainly was stimulating. She had almost caught me once before you were my Mistress and it was horrifying. I was sitting on the downstairs couch. I was holding a throw pillow against my mouth to keep myself quiet. I didn't dare rub myself too hard as I would have not been able to prevent myself from cumming. It was an exquisite torture Mistress and I began to understand why you gave me this order. I truly felt like I belonged to you as I struggled to please you. Finally after about 20 minutes, I stopped. I wasn't sure I could do it any longer without violating your trust in me. I let my body cool down a bit, although I still stank of arousal my pussy continued to leak into my panties. I admit I was proud for not orgasming, even if I had to go soft and slow to finish her task. But then I felt a little shame for not going my normal get myself off speed. I sensed that I had cheated and I didn't want to do that. I care too much about you Mistress to try and manipulate your orders for my success. Maybe is was my leaking pussy playing mind tricks on me to get my fingers back on my clit, but I decided to masturbate again, properly this time, to honor you. As fate would have it, just then the washer started its spin cycle and I knew what I had to do to please you."

Barbara had already pleased me and I knew I would soon have to please myself. But the picture she sent sealed the deal on my end. She had obviously set the camera up on a shelf and used a timer because she didn't send a selfie, but instead sent a picture of herself grinding on the washer.

I couldn't believe she risked getting caught to hump her wash machine for me. I also couldn't imagine what she would have said to you if you happened to walk downstairs at that moment and found her like that. I don't know if you are disgusted with your step-mom at this point Julie or proud of her for masturbating using her wash machine yet not cumming, but I certainly was aroused that she managed to hold back. You were asleep already as I read these messages and looked at the picture, but my hand was rubbing my clit and I knew I would have to cum before I fell asleep. Unfortunately your mom did not have that satisfaction. She did confess to only humping the washer only a few minutes before the stimulation got too much for her. Then after you left, she apparently stripped off her clothes in the living room before sprinting up to her bed. I guess she just couldn't wait to be naked.

She had already pleased me and as I read her report on her final masturbation session of the night (this time with her new rabbit, briefly) I almost sent her permission to climax. But I wanted to hold true to my original message that she had to complete tomorrow's task before she was rewarded. You will be happy to know that she completed that task with flying colors and true to my word, I gave her the release she craved.

Task 05: Exposing your secret to the shopkeeper

Julie, this is the report your stepmom sent me. I know I have probably have already told you more than you want to know about her, but I thought you should read it in her own words.

"Mistress Raven, OMFG! Today was the most outrageous, exciting day of my life! I did things that I never imagined I would do and have to admit I loved it. There has never been anything to compare with what's it's like to be your submissive pet and plaything. My head spins from how many ways this changes how I feel about life, myself and other people. Parts of my most inner self have been awakened by what we are doing and I cannot tank you enough for the time and effort you put into showing me this whole fascinating world.

You were right that my body, heart and mind would begin to mesh together and I would begin to feel what I call a deep low reverberation stirring in my core when I feel the truth of my really being submissive to you. I see you as the most true authority figure I have ever known. You know things other people do not know. What you have opened me up to has let me give myself to you in a way that has become far more than a game or roleplay.

I stepped off that cliff today. As I showed the truth to the woman at Lovers Lane, it showed me something too. Mistress Raven, I am your submissive. You are my Mistress.

I did as you instructed in getting ready to visit Lovers Lane for the new items and started by shaving my pussy! Mistress it's totally bare!

I put on my heels and the harness in front of the mirror as you said. To watch myself getting ready to go out and obey your instructions, I could feel it growing inside me. I felt it washing over me. My heart was speeding up and that warm soft inner throbbing began to get stronger as I looked at the photos I had taken and reset the timer for more. I saw myself as I stood in my submissive slut heels naked and holding ropes. I was a horny submissive slut who wanted to earn the right to get off again after a week of teasing denial!

Today I was going to earn the orgasm I had been dying for!

Mistress, I was shaking as I pulled the rope into my needy pussy! Finally dressed in the short black skirt and white blouse, fishnet stockings with the sexy hot heels, I gathered up the bag of things you told me to pack in the bag and the printout of my instructions headed out to Lovers Lane. The entire way there I could not decide if I really could go through with outing myself as a submissive. I could buy the toys and the clothes that showed my interests, but actually telling someone and then exposing my hidden bondage was an entirely different concept. Still the wetness leaking from my pussy as the rope rubbed against my labia convinced me that I had to try to complete your task. As it turned out, you were right as always. My feeling of love for you that had grown as I prepared myself only deepened as I confessed to a stranger that I was buying everything because I had been ordered to do so by my Mistress.

My face burned bright red with shame. No, make that with embarrassment because I am not ashamed to be your sub. But after I told the shopkeeper I was in the store on your orders, I hung my head downward and couldn't make eye contact with her. To her credit, she didn't seem phased at all as if customers like me came into the shop every day. She asked if you had given me any further instructions and I quietly told her I was supposed to show her the ropes hidden under my clothes. I was mortified the moment the words left my mouth, but was also turned on like never before. Again the shopkeeper wasn't shocked and simply suggested I go into the last changing room since having me strip in the middle of the store wouldn't be appropriate.

She followed me into the changing room and shut the door. As I sat down my stocking tops and garters were revealed. It has been a long time since anyone but my husband as seen me in such a position and certainly I had never shown off for a woman. I was scared she would assume you had told me to lick her pussy or that she, knowing I was submissive, would just make me. But instead she was very calm and helped me work through my anxiety. She told me she knew many women like me and to just take my time and when I was ready to take off my blouse. She was very comforting. I don't think I would have succeeded if she was more dominant herself and rushed me. She seemed to understand my need to please you and truly wanted to help. Within a couple of minutes of making small talk with her I was ready. She told me to kneel on the floor as I began to unbutton my shirt. I gave her my phone to snap the pictures for you. I hope you like them.

She complemented me on the quality of my self-ropework saying it is difficult to tie yourself as well as I had. That really made me feel proud. I hope you are proud of me as well. I was desperate to touch my pussy and the changing room reeked of my arousal. I knew she could smell it, but she didn't say anything about it. I must confess Mistress, I was hoping she would take advantage of me in that tiny room. I was kneeling before her, naked except for my rope bondage and obviously very aroused. I was not in a position to defend myself if she wanted anything from me. But she didn't. I wanted to ask why, but I couldn't. Part of me didn't want to know the answer if she deemed I was not worthy of being with her.

I didn't stay long. I knelt before her for a couple of minutes at most before we heard the door chime indicate somebody else had come into the shop. She told me she would have my purchases ready at the counter and to take my time in the dressing room. Then she winked at me. I knew she meant if I wanted to masturbate she wouldn't disturb me. Of course I wanted to masturbate, but there was no way I could edge right then and not immediately climax as soon as I touched myself.

I was tempted Mistress. I really was tempted. I craved just a quick orgasm to relive the pent up sexual energy in my body. I confess I thought about lying to you that I didn't cum without permission, but I quickly decided against it. Mistress I pray you let me climax soon, but even the exquisite torture of not orgasming would pale in comparison to the pain of knowing I disappointed you. I was a good girl, Mistress. I know I am still a novice, but I know what is expected of me and I got dressed without touching my pussy. I did have to adjust the rope and that simple motion almost made me climax. My head was spinning with lust as my soul craved your approval.

I had to walk slowly taking short steps to keep the pussy rope from moving to fast. It was a wicked torment. Did you plan that? Did you know that is how I would feel?

There was another couple in the store when I walked back to the counter. The shopkeeper did not say anything to give me away and thankfully the couple seemed engrossed in their own adventure so I escaped the store without incident. Now I just had to make it home without cumming so I could write you this message.

That should have been easy, but as you can see from this picture, my arousal was ruling my mind by that point. I'm not sure if subconsciously I was hoping to get pulled over by a police officer who would give my the option to fuck him or go to jail or whether I was just becoming more comfortable with letting people see I belonged to you. But the throbbing in my pussy made me unbutton my blouse soon after getting in my car. It's a miracle I made it home without getting in an accident. Is lust considered driving under the influence if carnal thoughts are swirling around your brain? At every stoplight it was a struggle not to jam my fingers into my pussy. I had to keep the air conditioning on high to try to calm down. I think my nipples would have been hard anyway, but they liked the cool breeze. I had to drive by the park near my house to get home. During the day it is empty, but I imagined it full of a young adult soccer league. You know the guys in their early 20s who are in incredible shape. Or a woman's softball league using the park and my car gets a flat tire. I have to ask for help and the teams find out my secret and take advantage of me. My car stunk of arousal, Mistress, thanks to you.

I am home now, safe and sound, and naked as I write this. I'm sorry if this upsets you Mistress, but I couldn't stay in my ropes and not touch myself. To make a full confession, I also had to press an ice cube against my nipples and clit to try to kill my arousal before I wrote the recap of my adventure. That worked for a few minutes, but now that I have relived my day by writing this, I am hot and bothered again and very desperate for your approve and permission to cum. Did I earn that Mistress? Did I please you, Mistress? May I cum for you? Please Mistress?

Your loving Slave Barbara."

Julie, I hope that didn't freak you out, but your step-mom made a huge breakthrough that day. I had been studying how a person enters what is known as subspace but I never really believed it was real or that your step-mom would achieve it with me. If it makes you feel better I did reward her with permission to cum that night. Within minutes of me sending the email she replied with a passionate thank you and a request to masturbate again. I told her she could cum again, but only if she fucked herself with her dildo while bent over the couch in the living room. I told her to imagine I was behind her with my strap-on. I know that was pretty fucked up, but I was really getting into the role of her Mistress. It didn't take her long to reply that she had cum again, this time screaming my name as I "fucked her." She came four more times that night as I planted various suggestions in her mind to think about as she masturbated. I came too looking at the pictures she sent me. I knew I knew I wasn't ready to quit as her Internet Mistress and I don't think she could quit if she tried.

Task 06: Teased During Dinner

Julie, do you remember the second time you invited me to dinner at you're step-mom's place? Do you remember asking me if she seemed off and distant during dinner but then seemed OK afterwards when we watched the movie together? I know the reason.

After the day at the adult store, I needed to see for myself how she reacted to trying to keep you (and me) from finding out her secret. After you invited me to dinner, I sent her a message to be ready to play that night. She replied that you were coming over and bringing your roommate so she couldn't. I told her I didn't care about her problems and to wear her rope under her clothes and to wear her Bluetooth controlled vibe I had her purchase on another shopping trip. My first plan was to tease her during dinner, but I couldn't figure out exactly how to use the app on my phone to control the vibe without the two of you knowing. My solution was to get Jimmy to help. Don't worry, he still thinks I was wearing the vibe and it was part of our friends with benefits arrangement. I told him I was having dinner with you and Barbara and I wanted him to tease me during the meal. Needless to say he was all for it.

After we arrived, I noticed she was wearing the same outfit she wore to Lovers' Lane. I guess she was reliving the memory of her first public confession. The blouse also hid the rope well. If I didn't know it was there, I would not have noticed the fine lines it framed around her breasts. There was no mistaking her hard nipples.

I got a text from Jimmy saying he couldn't connect to the remote control app. Looking at your step-mom I knew she was wearing her rope under her blouse, but apparently she had chickened out with the vibe. I excused myself to go to the bathroom I sent Jimmy a message to give me a couple minutes. Then I messaged Barbara to tell her I expected her to share control of her vibe now. We passed in the hallway as she scurried to the bedroom. She was blushing and didn't make eye contact with me.

I first noticed her tense while we were in the kitchen. Jimmy had started teasing her. You were correct that all through dinner she was distracted. I was watching closely for signs that the vibe turned on. I'm sure that was why the music was turned up. I bet Jimmy was stroking himself thinking he was getting me off when actually he was driving your step-mom nuts. She didn't have permission to cum and I could tell she was fighting it. Jimmy did well giving her enough breaks to let her calm down. By the end of dinner I wish he was actually controlling a vibe deep in my pussy. I was so turned on watching your step-mom struggle not to cum that I almost couldn't resist going to the bathroom to get myself off.

I had noticed your step-mom sending a couple of messages to your dad, or so she said, but I was sure they were really to me. When I excused myself to go to the bathroom again, I checked and as I predicted, she was begging for me to either stop or let her cum. I told her to wait five minutes and then excuse herself. She had permission to cum one time, but she had to take off her panties and press the wet spot against her nose while she rubbed her clit. She was then to leave her panties off and go back downstairs. I then messaged Jimmy and told him to leave the vibe on full power.

I had an amazing rush of power as I watched your step-mom counting down the minutes until she could run upstairs and climax. That was about the time you had described her as being pretty incoherent in our conversations about school. When she excused herself to go upstairs, I messaged Jimmy to turn off the vibe and I promised him I would reward him later. I was kind of surprised you didn't mention at the time that her actions seemed weird. In fact you seemed relieved when she returned and seemed more focused and normal. I must confess when she sat between us when we watched the movie after dinner I had to fight an urge to tell her I was actually Mistress Raven and slide my hand under her skirt. But I figured that was a bad idea. I could smell her arousal, or was it mine, as I sat on the couch, but you didn't seem to notice. I suppose you can guess what happened after we got back to campus and I went over to Jimmy's room. But if you can't, that's for another discussion. By the time I got home and checked my messages, like a good sub, your step-mom had recapped her latest adventure.

"Dear Mistress, she began. Here is a picture of me tonight. I snapped it right before I rubbed my pussy to a most wonderful orgasm thanks to you.

Tonight was pure torture having to sit in front of my stepdaughter and her roommate while you toyed with the vibe. It was a struggle to not give away our secret and wearing the same outfit I wore to the store when I admitted my submission only heightened my emotions. Of course I wanted to complete the task so you would be proud of me, but part of me wanted to just tear of my clothes and tell the girls to have their way with me. Thank you, thank you, and thank you for finally letting me cum. I can't put into words how badly I needed that. I loved your instruction to smell my panties, by the way. They were certainly pungent and the fragrance helped me get off. But as good as it was, it didn't compare to your instruction to leave my panties off when I went back to the girls. Sitting next to two such attractive young women with my pussy leaking on my thighs was a different kind of sweet torture. Please tell me that someday I will meet you and you will take advantage of a situation like that?"

Task 07: Admitting your true self to someone elseÉ again

After reading how excited your step-mom got to being remotely teased while sitting in front of us, I knew I had to giver her another kinky task to do with someone else. The description of how she masturbated after dinner consumed my thoughts and I wanted to give her another change to experience that level of excitement. I sent her a task to take some additional pictures in lingerie, but that they had to be outside and that she couldn't use a tripod and a timer. To complete her task, she had to get someone else to take the pictures.

I was nervous when I hit the send button. Partly because I thought two part of this task (being outside and involving another person) might push her too far. But as was the case with her other tasks when I thought maybe I went too far, she passed this one with flying colors. In fact, she added a twist I had not anticipated. She called me to take the pictures. I pretended I was uncomfortable with the request, but even before I hung up the phone my fingers were in my panties.

I had been almost a week since I sent her the message before she called. She must have got my number from your phone when you went home that weekend because I never gave it to her. When she called a few days later, she sounded as nervous as I felt. She told me she didn't quite know how to ask me (I encouraged her to ask me anything) but she confessed that her relationship with your dad wasn't going well and she wanted to do something special for him. She had not asked about the pictures yet and for a moment I thought she was going to ask if I wanted to do a threesome with them. I admit I would have had to think long and hard about that option, but alas, it was just the pictures she wanted to talk about. She said she wanted to take some pictures that he could keep on his phone when he traveled of her to keep him from straying. I asked what she had in mind and she said some tasteful boudoir type pictures. She said she couldn't go to a professional photographer because she would be too embarrassed. Needless to say, I accepted her invitation. I didn't ask too many details because I wanted to see if she would go through with doing it outside and in lingerie without any prompting. She did not disappoint.

She picked me up after one of our Saturday games. She was wearing a long jacket and said she wanted to go up north to where your dad and she used to go on picnics when they were dating to remind him of when they first got married. I played along with her ruse. I assumed it was just to limit the chance of her being seen by anyone who knew her. It was a long drive up near the Wisconsin border but I didn't complain. She thanked me several times for helping her. I spent most of the drive trying to discretely look at her legs sticking out from under her coat.

I've never been involved in a photo shoot and we didn't take long. She basically dropped her coat, jumped onto a swing that apparently your dad used to push her on and I snapped a couple quick pictures. It was clear she was nervous about being out in public in her lingerie. My pussy was gushing at seeing her swing back a forth and walk around in her one-piece. I wish I could have keep her posing for a while, but I could only convince her to give me a couple takes before she was putting her coat back on. She said she didn't know how she could thank me for helping. I wanted to spread my legs, push her to the ground and tell her there was one way I knew, but I chickened out. I still wasn't ready to confess I was Mistress Raven even though I knew we were both aroused and I'm sure I could have taken advantage of her.

I took probably 40 pictures of her in quick succession. Some of the poses were more suggestive than others and she even gave me a quick flash of her breasts by pulling down her top. My mouth watered when she did that and I had a vision of myself sucking her beautiful nipples. It was almost as if she was teasing me. She also touched her pussy, although she did it when she was turned part way away from me and I'm pretty sure she thought I wouldn't notice. I had not given her instructions to do either thing. She thought of those on her own.

But unfortunately, she didn't make a move toward me and I was too chicken to make a move toward her. I got to review the pictures on the camera screen as she drove us home, but I didn't get a copy of them. I would have liked to see how they turned out on a laptop-sized screen. Who was I kidding? I wanted a copy of the one where she flashed me so I could Jill off while looking at her. She did send a couple of the pictures to Mistress Raven to prove she completed her task, but they were not the sexier ones. Still she looked damn good.

The vision of your step-mom's beautiful naked breasts and hard nipples were burned into my brain from that day when she flashed me and I admit I masturbated more than once to these pictures and my memories. But more importantly, as Mistress Raven, her completing the task allowed me to shower her with praise and reinforce that she was a good girl. She also told me how much she enjoyed herself and more importantly, the fact that she was starting to see me as more than just your roommate.

"Hi Mistress," her message began. "Attached are the pictures from today. I asked my stepdaughter's roommate to take the pictures. That was probably risky, but I couldn't think of anyone else I could trust. Hopefully she won't tell Julie, but if she does I think I made up a good cover story about needing the picks for my husband. I took a couple just for you before I changed for my photo shoot.

I couldn't wear the rope for your task because Rachel would have freaked out. She's the cutest little thing you have ever seen and I would have loved to show off more for her, but today wasn't the time for that. I definitely couldn't explain to my stepdaughter why I was wearing rope. Hopefully this picture will satisfy your desire to see me that way. I know how much you enjoy me when I am tied for you. I tied myself before she arrived.

After doing that first tie, I was excited (big surprise) so I switched to red because I know how much you like me in red.

And that got me more exciting because I was thinking that my picture might turn you on so I got out some chain and cuffs. One thing led to another and I could tell my Hitachi was calling my name. I couldn't help myself and I had to use it, but only for a couple minutes and no I didn't cum. But I was able to edge myself and that made my time with Rachel even tougher. But I was pretty sure you would approve.

I had to quickly change into less fetish oriented lingerie before Rachel arrived. We also had to hurry our pictures to avoid getting caught so I am sorry I didn't get better ones.. Someday will you let me pose for you in private when we are not rushed? Also, I am horny from edging and from this task. If you deem me worthy, I would love to climax for you. If not, I look forward to earning that gift very soon.

Your Loving Slave Barbara."

Task 09: Bound in the Park

Your mom's confession that she took a lot of effort to pick what she thought was the right lingerie to excite me had a profound affect on me. And after your mom described how hot it made her to pose in front of me, I knew I had to get over my fear of what would happen if I told her I was her secret Mistress. My problem was I still didn't know how to do that. I didn't think I could just call her and tell her and doing it when you invited me over for dinner didn't seem appropriate. Especially since I didn't think I could tell you at that point. I didn't want two people freaking out at me at the same time. So I figured out another task for her where I could "catch" her in the act, finally touch her, touch myself if the mood struck and if necessary, preserve my anonymity. I figured that would be important in case I chickened out.

It took over a week to set up because your dad was home and your step-mom didn't want to play with him around. I understood that, but it was frustrating that she didn't even reply to messages on a regular basis. Drawing out the planning and execution of the task only excited me more. I'm sure it excited your step-mom as well. She sent me several messages after having fucked your dad. He probably didn't know what hit him with his newly excitable wife. I started to sense that her interest in me was waning, but as usual, he soon left on another business trip it was only a couple of days before she was back to her submissive self and begging me to finalize my new adventure for her. Naturally I had already figured out every detail (except the exact location) but I wanted to tease her a bit and make her wait. Fortunately once I did tell her she was very excited and knew where she could experience the adventure.

The basic gist of her task was to go someplace semi-public (I suggested a bathroom at the mall) and take her clothes off. She was then to insert her remote vibe, link it to the her phone, blindfold herself and cuff her hands behind her back using a carabineer so she could unhook herself after her task was completed. Before she made the final connection of her wrists, she was to text me and tell me she was ready and I would trigger the vibe. I warned her to be ready to be teased for at least half and hour but if I was feeling saucy, it could be longer. After I was done playing with her I would stop the vibe for at least five minutes. At that point she can unhook herself and if she wanted to masturbate to completion, she had my blessing.

She replied that the mall was too busy, but said there was a park just up the street from where she lived that had a bathroom hut. She said it wasn't exactly pretty, but it had a couple of stalls, including a handicapped stall that would make changing easier, and the park should be empty on a school day. She figured she could stay in there for an hour without anybody coming in. That did sound better to me so I approved her choice and we set a targeted start time for 1pm the next day. I was going to have to skip a class to catch her in the act, but I could be back on campus for softball practice. I also had to find the park.

Fortunately Google Earth made that task easy. I only saw one park near your house and the building I assumed was the bathroom hut was a fair distance from the parking lot so it looked fairly private. I took a risk and drove over there the night before to check it out. I couldn't ask your step-mom if she was doing the same thing so I would have to risk that I wouldn't get caught in your neighborhood because I certainly didn't have a good excuse why I was there. A group of kids were playing in the park, but I had the bathroom alone to do my recon. I went into the handicapped stall as your step-mom indicated she would. There was plenty of room. I latched the door and then looked at the mechanism. I would have to be able to open the door if I wanted to see her and I was sure your step-mom would secure it. In my fantasy I would sit in the other stall and tell her I could hear her vibe and to open the door. But I couldn't count on her doing that for a stranger. Fortunately the latch was a simple metal bar that just flipped over into a receptacle bolted to the door. As a result, if I had a thin piece of metal or wood, I could slide it between the door and the stall wall and flip up the lock. I started to wrack my brain for what I could use and then it hit me that a nail file would be perfect. I always had one in my purse so it was easy to test it right then. I was relieved that I easily unlocked the stall door. Knowing that in less than 24 hours, if I had the courage to see this through, I would have my personal sex slave serving me was an exciting thought. And even though there were kids in the field outside the bathroom, I relocked the door, slid my pants down and sat on the toilet.

I'm sure you don't think I was going to the bathroom. I had not planned my own sexual interlude in there, but after picturing your step-mom binding herself while I controlled her vibe, I couldn't help myself. I probably should have exercised some self-control so I would be hornier the next day, but as you always tell me I should live for the moment. I was fighting the urge to moan as my fingers danced on my clit. It didn't take me long to get close and I was almost at the zenith of my happiness when I heard someone walk in. Immediately I pulled my fingers away and held my breath.

It was at that point I realized that maybe they could hear me outside. I was trying to be silent, but did I succeed? I couldn't be sure. I couldn't hold my breath very long so I tried to be calm and breath normally instead of the labored breathing I get when I am nearing climax. It was at that point I gave up, pulled up my pants and made a quick retreat before the other girl could finish. Nobody outside gave me a second look and I walked as quickly as I could back to my car. I desperately wanted to finish what I had started in the stall, but sanity prevailed and I came back to the dorm. You questioned why I was going to take a shower so early and well, now you know. I'll let your step-mom carry the story from here.

"Dear Mistress Raven. Thank you for giving me this task. I have been dripping wet with anticipation ever since we finalize the plans. I couldn't wait to show you how I am a good girl for you. I spent the morning in bondage to get the right frame of mind. I urgently wanted to masturbate, but I didn't dare. There was no way I could keep myself from cumming. I knew your teasing me with the vibe would be bad enough and I prayed that I would be able to resist the need to orgasm. Anyway, before I confess my failure during the task (it wasn't my fault) here is a picture from the morning before I went to the park. I hope you like it."

She was right. I did like it and of course I knew all about her failure at the park. Obviously by the way she began her message, you can tell I chickened out and didn't reveal my true identity. But that is not to say I didn't confront her.

"Mistress, I prepared as you commanded. As I anticipated, the park was empty. I was dressed as your perfect submissive slut wearing a corset that connected to a collar and had thin bands across my breasts, fishnets and my favorite platform stilettos were in my purse. Only the collar and a hat I thought fit the outfit perfectly hid nicely under the lose t-shirt and sweatpants I wore. In my purse I had chains, cuffs, a bit-gag, a blindfold, a paddle, a leash, a towel for the floor and my shoes. Before you ask, I put the vibe inside of me before I put the corset on at home. It was synced to my phone, but I had not told you I was ready yet. The anticipation was building quite nicely between my legs. Once in the stall, I locked the door, finished dressing and put the towel on the floor. I didn't want to squat on the toilet for a half hour or longer. I then took a couple of selfies for you, sent you the message I was ready, put on the blindfold, gag, leash, cuffed my hands as ordered and tried to wait patiently."

"Mistress, I knew it was risky to be sitting on the floor because I was exposed more under the door, but I was pretty confident nobody would come in."

"I hope you like the picture of my breasts tied with a bow for you. I know I bug you about it too much, but can we meet soon so you can untie them? I want to give them to you as a present."

Julie, she is right that she bugs me, but at least I got to untie her bow today, even if she doesn't know it was me.

"Thank you Mistress for not making me wait too long to start the vibe. I recognized the pattern as the preprogrammed ultimate tease cycle. I admit I was disappointed you were not actively controlling it, but from past experience I knew I had about 45 minutes to writher on the floor in near ecstasy and that made me happy too. I remember that pattern ends with a few minutes of full power buzzing. Obviously you meant for me to climax if you let it run its full course. I knew you could stop the pattern at any moment, but I prayed you would let me cum at the end.

The first twenty minutes were uneventful, although that is not to say they were not wonderful. I had been on edge for almost an entire day so the moment the vibe turned on it was pure erotic agony no to cum. I loved it. I imagined you standing in front of me tapping on your phone controlling my arousal. I then got up on my knees so I could bounce a little and try to move the vibe around a little. I could only imagine how I looked right then. The gag kept me quiet, but I was a slut desperate to get fucked and to cum her fool head off. Then it happened. I heard the door open. I froze on the spot. I was still kneeling on my heels. I didn't dare try to stand up without my hands to brace me and without my vision I was afraid I would lose my balance. The vibrator, thankfully, took that moment to turn off, but I knew that wouldn't last. I heard the woman tug on my stall door. I imagine she was surprised to find it latched. I then heard her go into the other stall and shut the door.

Every one of my senses (except sight) became hyper sensitive. I could hear her pee splash in the toilet. I could smell her perfume. I could feel my heart beating. I wondered if she could smell my arousal. The vibe then turned back on, but thankfully it was on low and muffled by my pussy. I heard her flush. I was almost in the clear. I heard her wash her hands and when she pressed the button on the very loud air hand dryer, I took the opportunity to moan against the gag and lean forward as a wave of pleasure surged through my body.

I waited until the hand dryer turned off and then I heard the bathroom door open and close again. I was safe. Or was I? My mind began to drift wondering if the woman was alone and what were the odds I'd get caught. I had estimated the pattern had run for about 20 minutes meaning I was less than half way through the cycle if you let it go the entire time. I panicked for a few moments until the vibe turned back on, high this time, and I forgot all about the woman. I was biting down hard on the bit gag. I was glad I brought this one instead of a ball gag because I was able to release some of the tension I felt by biting down. Again I began to imagine I was kneeling before you trying to prove I was worth to be your slave. It was a feeling my husband would never understand. At that moment if you had told me to leave him so I could serve you full time I would have done it. The vibe was still on high and I was fighting the urge to climax. Even the gag did not completely stifle my moans of please. About fifteen seconds later it blessedly turned off giving me a few needed moments of respite. It also allowed my hearing to recover. Instead of just hearing my internal moans of pleasure and the buzz of the vibe that, inside of my head, sounded as loud as my Hitachi at home, I heard silence except for my breathing. Then I heard the distinctive sound of a deadbolt locking shut. Immediately I flashed to a vision of the bathroom door. Of course there was a deadbolt on it. I'm sure it was locked at night and during cleaning. Whomever had been in the bathroom had only pretended to leave and had now locked the door so we wouldn't be disturbed. My heard began pounding so fast I thought it would burst right through my chest. She obviously had seen me under the door and had been formulating a plan while I rutted through the last cycle of the vibe. Had she texted the police about the crazy woman in the bathroom? Was she going to keep me from leaving until they arrived? I tried to get up, but as I anticipated, it was difficult given my bondage and that I was unsteady without my vision. I ended up falling over against the cold concrete block wall. I felt the vibe turn back on and that distracted me for a few moments from my rapidly deteriorating situation. Then I heard the lock on my stall door moving. How was it moving? I heard the door swing open.

At the adult store my exposure was my doing and far less compromising. Whoever was standing in front of me had me at their mercy. While I had dreamed of that moment, just minutes ago in fact, the transition from fantasy to reality is never easy. I think I moaned `Please let me go' or something like that, but I didn't really believe I was getting out of that situation so easily."

At this point Julie you are probably freaking out, although I'm sure you realize it was me in the bathroom with your step-mom and I was there to protect her. Well play with her too because I wasn't sure if I would get another chance. My pussy was absolutely gushing as I did it. Your step-mom is so beautiful and she was mine to fulfill any sexual fantasy I could imagine. I lifted her back up to her knees and took a couple additional pictures of her with her phone. I wanted to see if she would tell me the entire story of what happened and send me pictures that were obviously not selfies. She passed both tests with flying colors, although she didn't know it at the time. But I'll let her tell you more of the story.

"The mystery woman (at least I hoped it was a woman) had sat me back up, Mistress. I thought maybe it was to untie me, but I guess she was as kinky as I was because I felt the leash being pulled and felt a tug. I couldn't crawl, but I could scamper on my knees out of the stall. The floor was cold now that I was off my towel. I also remembered where I was and felt disgusted because of how dirty I perceived the floor to be. But I was a dirty woman right then and getting my knees scuffed was the least of my worries. I knew we were in front of the sinks and heard the water turning on. I didn't know what her plan was for me and I don't remember really caring. I heard her washing her hands again and I knelt mewing into the gag, unable to resist the joy of the vibe. Then I felt her fingers touch my nipples.

You know how much I adore nipple play, Mistress, so for my first contact with her to be on my nipples was special to me. But there was a problem. She had only used cold water when washing her hands. In retrospect I bet she did that on purpose, but in the moment, all I could think about was the icy death pinch she gave my nipples. It was strong enough to temporarily distract me from the fire in my crotch. But then she stopped. Then I felt the gag being removed. I flexed my jaw several times and then I asked her who she was. I even asked if it was you, temporarily putting aside the reality that it couldn't possibly be you. But she remained silent. Then I felt her hand on my head. She took a firm grip on my hair and pulled my head forward. Unfortunately I don't have a picture to send you of my first taste of pussy. But it was wonderful. I felt a soft skirt fall over my head as she released her grip on me. But I didn't pull back. I'd dreamed so long for this moment that I wasn't going to waste it. Briefly I wondered if it was a dream and that this entire day was just a fantasy and that I was lying in bed. But the wetness on my tongue as I probed her was no hallucination."

You step-mom was right, Julie. It was no hallucination. My juices were pouring out of me and she dutifully lapped them up like she was dehydrated from being lost in the desert. We both had been dreaming about this moment. I leaned against the sink and just let her eat me out. I covered her head because I was still a little freaked out at have your mom be my first sapphic encounter. At the same time, I wasn't about to stop until she brought me off. I could tell she didn't want to stop either. As I got closer I started to grind my pussy against her mouth and she began working her tongue harder. As disgusting as you may think we were, there was love on my side and if I had the courage to tell her who she was pleasuring, I'm pretty confident the feeling would have been reciprocated. We both needed our first encounter, even if she didn't know who it was with.

Anyway, she got me off pretty quickly. That was a good thing because I was keeping track of the vibrator tease program and I knew that in about five minutes it was going to turn on full and not turn off. I knew your mom might be able to hold out for a couple of minutes because she had gotten skilled at that, but there was no way she would last for the five minutes the program used. Unless I missed my guess, finally getting to eat pussy had amped up her arousal and I thought she was going to cum quickly. But I had one more thing to do to make sure. I knew she would love it as she later confirmed.

"Mistress I can not tell you how much I enjoyed licking the woman's pussy. It was sweet, tasty and oh so wet. I can't wait until I get to service you the same way. It was frustrating that she never said a word to me. She made pleasure sounds so I knew I was doing well, but I wished she had given me instructions or at least encouragement. Still it easy to tell when she came and I felt proud. My face was glazed when she lifted her skirt over my head. I couldn't wipe my face because of the cuffs, but if I am truthful, I didn't want to. I wondered what was next. My entire body was shaking with desire from the vibe and my first taste of pussy. I had lost track of time, a bit, but I knew the program had to be almost done. I will apologize in advance, Mistress, because I'm sure you know already that I came without permission and that is why I failed you. I gladly accept whatever punishment you decide I deserve, although I actually already got spanked. I had brought my paddle in case you wanted me to spank myself, but I had left it on the towel and my mystery woman saw it.

After she had finished varnishing my face with her cum, she helped me into a standing position and then bent me over the sink. She still didn't talk, but I knew not to move. You have taught me that much. I thought maybe she would spank me or rub me between my legs. My corset is a snap crotch so I even imagined her opening it and then fingering me or even licking me after the vibe slid out. But as I said, she must have spotted the paddle because that is what I felt next. And it was wonderful.

You know how much I love paddling myself for you, Mistress, but to have someone else paddle me was an order of magnitude more erotic. As good as it felt, I know it could never compare to when you eventually paddle me. But she warmed my backside well and then the vibe turned on full speed and I knew I was at the end.

She continued to punish me, but I think she knew too that I wasn't going to last. The fact that now ungagged had my moans echoing off the block walls probably tipped her off too. I didn't ask her permission to cum. Hopefully you are proud of me that I never acknowledged her superiority over me. I am your submissive and even though a strange woman was paddling me and I was about to shamelessly cum in front of her, I was thinking about you the entire time. My body just could not handle the physical, emotional and psychological stimulation of the situation. My knees collapsed as my orgasm consumed me. I lay on the floor shaking as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through my body. I thought I heard a laugh, as if the woman was mocking my lack of self-control, but I can't be sure. As I began to calm down and return to Earth, I expected her to finally talk to me and maybe to even tell me to come home with her. But all I heard was the door unlocking. I then felt a breeze as it opened and closed. I was laying on the floor completely spent, but I knew I had to at least reach the safety of the stall and then I had to go home. It took a moment, but I unclipped the cuffs and then removed the blindfold. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked used. It was a good look and I felt a twinge in my pussy as if it were asking when I would get properly fucked. The vibe was still buried inside me. I had no plan to take it out until I got home in case you wanted to reactivate it.

I went back to the stall and gathered up my things. I then closed and latched the door and sat down on the toilet for a couple minutes to catch my breath. I didn't have the energy to hurry outside to maybe catch a glimpse of the woman who had shared this experience. Part of me didn't want to know who she was either. You are my Mistress. This woman obviously was from the neighborhood. I don't walk around the neighborhood much, but I wondered if I would somehow be able to pick her out of a crowd if I saw her again. I mean, I don't know what she looks or sounds like, but she was athletic, I knew that from the feeling of her thighs against my head. I could estimate her height since her pussy came to mouth level when I knelt. But would her facial expressions give her away? She would recognize me, but could she remain stoic enough that I wouldn't guess her identity? Mistress I am now even more desperate to meet you. When are you coming to town? When can I finally show you how good a slave I can be to you?"

Julie, I knew I couldn't last much longer remaining as your mom's anonymous Mistress. This was true for both our sakes. She needed it and I needed it. But I was afraid of your reaction more than your step-mom's. Especially once she found out I was the one in the bathroom, I didn't think anything I could say would matter. Emotionally she belonged to me. But I wasn't sure about you and I wasn't strong enough to risk it. Your step-mom and I played on a regular basis for the rest of the school year. She kept begging me to visit and I kept making excuses. Every time you invited me to dinner at her house was torture, as I had to look at her knowing I couldn't tell her that I loved her. Not yet anyway. I did give her some simple tasks to complete during those dinners, but you didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. At least you didn't mention it, but each one turned me on. Just before the end of the school year I realized I had to take one more shot at telling her, although I still doubted my ability to do so.

Task 10: The end of season softball team party

Remember how you hosted the end of year softball party at her house? Remember that you said you though it was weird that your step-mom had suggested it? Remember that you were mad at her for acting so, well, slutty in front of the team and flirting with the other girls? Well there was a reason for that and that reason was me. Well, it's Mistress Raven, but I'm not sure I can tell where I end and she begins any more.

It had become unbearable that I couldn't confess I was Mistress Raven. I was pretty sure I would fail this time too, but I wanted to give her another task that I could monitor. I wanted to finally have the courage to tell her I was the mysterious Raven, but I also wanted to devise a way I might have the opportunity to play with her first as Rachel in case things went very wrong. Hosting the pool party was the event I came up with and having your step-mom mom wear a skimpy inappropriate bikini and flirt endlessly with our teammates was the task. Based on our messages back and forth, I thought maybe I had finally reached her breaking point. I know I have said that a lot, but each task I devised that pushed her further had me doubting myself. I had warned her that I know a "slut like you" would get all hot and bothered parading around all the young flesh and that during the party I intended to send instructions on when to insert her butt plug, band her nipples and whatever kinky things I could think of. I warned her that I would require her to take selfies at the party and possibly even pictures of the guests. I did that because I figured she would take pictures of the girls who most turned her on and I wanted to see if she would pick me. Truthfully I wanted to see if she would pick you too. I admit ever since the dinner at her house where she was teased with the remote vibe, I wondered if having you or I nearby was the bigger turn on for your step-mom. In the back of my mind, I planned that if she sent a number of pictures of me, I would play online with her through the summer. If it was you, I would have to tell you before I left campus so you could decide if you wanted a summer sex slave during break. I really didn't consider that she would have picked another girl from the team, although that was certainly possible.

So now you know why she was wearing the tiny bikini that exposed so much cleavage and why she had on a thong bottom. I think you understand why she kept serving snacks and drinks by holding a tray and bending over at the waist in front of the girls and why she kept touching their shoulders and standing so close to them. What you don't know is how it affected her and for that matter me. Fortunately I watched everything including the mind-blowing orgasm she had at the end of the party. I confess I snuck into her room and masturbated on your parents' bed. I also masturbated on your bed in the dorm room when I received her recap message about the night.

"Dear my Most Loved Mistress Raven," the message began. "Thank you so much for this task. It really blew my mind and my devotion to you is now stronger than it has ever been. When can we finally meet in person so I can serve you physically the way I serve you mentally now? I crave to feel you touch my skin, to control my orgasm tangibly they way you force me to control them cerebrally. I want to kneel before you and lick your pussy until you can't stand any more pleasure. I want to lie across your lap and have you spank me because of some infraction to the rules I have broken. I want to prove to you I am your good girl and can pleasure you like no other person. I took a few pictures from before the party for you. I wasn't sure if I could get away with wearing the revealing bathing suit you requested. So I started getting dressed assuming I would wear some slinky lingerie under a short dress or something. As you can see just putting it on excited my nipples and I was also going to wear a butt plug for you. It would have been great if you told me to wear the remote vibe, but you had not. That was a bit of a disappointment.

I really liked how my nipples were betraying my excitement. I figured I still had enough time to play a bit to get me in the right frame of mind for the party. So I got out the nipple suckers I had shown you in the candle wax pictures and pulled the top down.

This is one of the bed toys I have ever bought. I dream of the day you will use it on me. It's pretty easy to do. I'm sure you can handle it.

I would have much rather done this for an hour and then masturbated for you, but I knew you wanted me to be the naughty host so I too off the suckers. Looking at my engorged hypersensitive nipples gave me the courage I needed to put on the trashy swimsuit you wanted. The girls were due soon and I was looking forward to showing off to them."

I couldn't help it Julie. Your step-mom's pledge to serve me and her pleading to pleasure me had me so excited I couldn't help but masturbate. When you went down to the shower that night, I could think of nothing more arousing than lying on your bed while I rubbed myself to bliss. As you read her side of what happened at the party, I think you will understand my delight. Barbara continuedÉ

"Mistress, here is what happened at the party. I was very apprehensive about presenting myself in one of my sluttier bikinis and flirting with the team. I didn't know how Julie would react and I didn't know what I would do if one of the girls flirted back at me. My daughter seemed kind of disgusted with me at first, but then she seemed to relax and realized I was just having a good time. She didn't know I was lusting after most of her teammates wishing one of them would sense I was a submissive and take advantage of me. I really got into flashing my cleavage and trying to rub my butt discretely against her young friends. Most of the time I just lightly brushed past one of them as I was carrying a tray of food or drinks and I pretended I didn't have room to get by them, but a couple of times I really pushed my ass against one of them. In my mind I pictured them wearing a strap-on and fucking me from behind."

As a side-note Julie, I was one of the girls your mom did more than lightly brush against. If she had told me about the strap-on fantasy she was thinking about, it could have come true for her. But unfortunately both of us had difficultly expressing our true desires so she ended up teasing herself more that night.

"Mistress, as you requested, I took a couple of selfies and snuck a couple of pictures of the girls I really had the hots for at the party. I hope you like them.

At the end of the party I masturbated as you commanded. I bet you assumed that I would get caught based on your instruction to leave the office door open. Well I did and I had an explosive climax as a result. You'll never believe it, but my stepdaughter's roommate was the one who saw me. She's the same one who took the fake pictures for my husband and that I have been lusting after for months. Attached is her picture along with some of the other girls I would love to fuck.

As you ordered me, I had took off the suit and put on some of my slut lingerie. I clamped my nipples, attached a spreader bar and fucked myself silly with my rabbit. I left the door open, but nobody was coming upstairs so I thought I was safe.

It was absolutely heavenly to think about getting caught by one of my stepdaughter's friends. I kept my phone earbud on in case you sent another message with another task. I didn't really expect you to do that, but fantasizing about being ordered to go back downstairs basically naked was driving my self-pleasure. It was that idea that caused me to stop before I could climax. Thinking back to how much you like me wearing the red rope, I thought now was a good time to show you some red lingerie I had bought, so I took off the spreader bar and slipped out of my naughty black. I hope you like the change. I love the way it hangs over my breasts and also allows them to be pulled out.

As fast as I could, I put the spreader back on, switched to nipple clamps instead of the clothespins, switched out the choker for a real collar with chain leash and got back to your task.

After snapping that last selfie I put down my phone and grabbed the Hitachi. Soon after I began buzzing myself, I heard soft footsteps (we have thick carpet) and saw someone dash into my bedroom. I should have stopped to investigate, but it would have taken several minutes to unbind myself and I wasn't about to lose the reward you had given me to climax.

I'd only seen one person sneak into the bedroom so I figured they were just using the bathroom, but I imagined two of the teammates stealing away for a impromptu rendezvous. I even thought maybe my inappropriate behavior had inspired them and they needed to relieve their pent up sexual energy, much like I was doing, and couldn't wait until they got back to campus. The vision of two college girls going at it on my bed had my libido in overdrive. I had one small orgasm, but that only served to prime my body for a bigger, more explosive one, that I knew was on the horizon. Maybe five minutes had passed since the girl crept into my bedroom and I was on the verge of the soul crushing orgasm my body craved. It seems to always have those cravings since you became my Mistress.

Anyway, I was just about to cum, thankfully anonymously and uncaught, when my bedroom door opened and your roommate walked out. She seemed like she was in a dream state, but when she looked at me, I could tell she knew what I was doing, although probably not why. It didn't matter if she understood or not. My orgasm exploded as soon as we made eye contact. Rachel was frozen in place. For the first ten seconds or so she just stared at my eyes. Then she looked down, saw my cuffs, saw the dildo I was riding and saw the juice leaking out of my pussy. And unless she was a complete innocent virgin, she knew the shaking of my body and my stifled sounds of pleasure were because I was being consumed by a monumental orgasm. She looked at me for about 30 seconds before, without a word, she headed down the stairs. Because of the bondage I couldn't run after her and because of the orgasm, I needed a few minutes to recover before I could head down to look for her. By the time I did, she and my stepdaughter were gone and I imagine Julie now knows everything. But she was going to find out eventually anyway so I suppose tonight was as good a time as any. I only wish I could have talked to both of them and maybe convinced Rachel to stay the night."

So there it is Julie. I bared my soul to you. Hopefully you don't hate me and hopefully you still want to be my roommate. I should have told you that night, but it took me all summer to write this letter and figure out what I wanted to say. I have a final confession to make. I got tired of your step-mom bugging me all summer to come and visit her so I told her I was coming to Chicago this fall for the Exxxotica conference. I told her I would create a special encounter for her in my hotel room unlike anything she had experienced so far. That calmed her down, although she sends me a message every couple of days saying she just masturbated thinking about it. Usually she claims she didn't cum, but I know better. I let her get away with it about half the time and I have her paddle herself the other half. I have told her I am going to flog her for being such a bad girl. She asked me if I promised to do it. I told her I would.

So I'm not sure where we go from here and if you want a different roommate I understand. I played online all summer with your step-mom and I don't think I could stop now. But I'll understand when you get this if you confront her and everything blows up. Just know she has been very happy since we started playing. Being a submissive is her nature. It's who she is and that isn't going to change. If I am not her Mistress, she will find someone else to fill that role and she might not be as nice as I am. I'm still learning, but I think I'm getting pretty good and know what she needs. But I'll leave the decision to you. I'll be in town a week before classes start to get settled. We can talk face to face then or you can call or write if you want. Just know I never expected this to spin so out of control as it did, but I really love both you and Barbara and I hope we can still be the closest of friends.

Love Rachael

The moment I sent the letter to Julie I regretted it. That was pretty much my MO by now with the messages I send to Barbara so that shouldn't be a surprise. But I knew it had to be done. Eventually Barbara and I were going to get caught. I knew I had to come out of the on-line shadows and tell Barbara that I was secretly Mistress Rachael and I knew I had to confess to Julie. I wasn't sure exactly when that might be, but I knew I couldn't go on much longer without telling her. I had a plan for my promised visit where I could get away with staying anonymous but still enjoy the pleasures of Barbara's flesh. But I was torn emotionally by whether that was fair to her. I knew she desperately wanted to meet her online Mistress and since I did love her, I wasn't sure I could deny her any longer.

Then there was the wildcard of how Julie would react. We had not talked yet. I was unpacked and settled into our dorm room, but she had not shown up yet. That was understandable since she lived less that 10 miles from campus, but I was still nervous that she was just not going to show up. Barbara had not hinted that Julie had told her who I really was and I was sure she would have done so, so I was pretty sure Julie was still processing the information from my letter. I was on pins and needles. It was Friday night. Class started on Monday, along with softball practice, and I was really getting worried. About 10pm my phone chirped. The text was very simple.

"I don't believe a word of it," Julie messaged me.

I simply replied, "It is true. Every syllable."

"I'm moving to campus tomorrow. Can you come to lunch with my parents and then help?" she said.

I had to think for a minute. Her dad was rarely home when I played with her step-mom. Was she waiting until they all could be there to tell him his wife was cheating on him and with another girl? I didn't think I wanted to be part of that. But then again, she did say she was moving back tomorrow so maybe things were OK. Then I read her message again and realized she said "to campus" and not "to our room." I needed clarification.

"Are you moving back to our room?" I asked her. There was a pause in the messages. And then a reply, "Yes."

"Are we cool?" I asked her somehow knowing the answer was no, but wishing the answer was yes.

"We have a lot to talk about, don't you think," was her reply.

"Yes," I told her. "What time is lunch."

"Noon," Julie said. "But come a little early. There is also something I want you to do something for me."

Here it comes, I thought. "What do you need?" I messaged.

"If you are really Barbara's Mistress, order her to wear the same swimsuit she did at the party. I can't believe she would wear that to lunch in front of my dad. If she doesn't, I know your whole story is bullshit."

I thought for a moment. Maybe having her think my letter was bullshit wasn't such a bad idea. Then again, if she had talked things over with Barbara and I didn't give her an order she was expecting, that would be bad too. Maybe Julie had found some of her step-mom's emails to me and knew my story was true but because they didn't get along, she wanted to humiliate her in front of her dad. I thought about these variations and probably twenty more possibilities. I really had to stop doing that because I tied my stomach in knots. About an hour later I got a message from Barbara. It was very late for her to be sending a message so I assumed it contained some kind of conflict. I couldn't tell if she was in on Julie's plan, but I had to respond.

"Dear Mistress," the message began. "I am counting the days until your visit. But I have a dilemma. My daughter is moving back to school tomorrow. She had invited her roommate over for lunch before she goes. If you remember, I sent you her picture. She is the hottie who caught me masturbating at the party and triggered my orgasm. She's also the one who got me so hot and bothered when I needed a photographer to send you the outdoor pictures. I don't know what to say to her about her catching me. Obviously I can't tell Julie and to make matters worse. Also my husband is home. This lunch could go very wrong, very quickly. Please advise me on what I should do. Maybe I will fake an illness and just stay in bed all day."

I was now confident that Julie had not told Barbara about my letter. The idea of doing nothing was appealing, but then I would have more problems with Julie because I had no reason to have sent her that letter if it was a fake. I decide I had to have Barbara prove to Julie that she was a sub and prove to Julie that I was her Mistress.

"Dear Slave," I wrote back. "This is a perfect opportunity for you to prove yourself to me. I want you to wear your same bikini you wore to the softball party to the lunch. Make up an excuse why you are wearing it or just leave it unexplained. I don't care which. I don't expect you to flirt with this girl in front of your husband, but make sure you do at some point. If you want to tell her you're a sub and see if you can get her to play with you, go right ahead."

I think for the first time I didn't think I had pushed her too far when giving her a difficult task. I had not felt the same what when I had given her instructions for the softball party, though, and she didn't disappoint me. I was sure Julie would be watching us like a hawk so I didn't think Barbara would try to actually hit on me, but who knows. That would solve my dilemma about how to tell her I was the mysterious Mistress Raven. I tossed and turned all night worried about the next morning. I had trepidation when I rang their doorbell the next morning. Julie's dad answered the door and warmly greeted me. He obviously didn't know. Julie was next to appear. She came up and gave me a sisterly hug as you might give your roommate, but I could tell there was tension in the air. It was a show for her dad. "Where's your step-mom?" I asked. Julie gave me a look.

"She's out tanning by the pool," my roommate told me. "I've had to make lunch for everyone without any help."

"That sucks," I replied trying to sound like I was on her side while secretly wondering which bikini my slave had put on. "Can I help?"

"No," Julie replied. "I think you have done enough. Let's sit down."

Julie's dad and I sat down and made the typical small talk about the start of the school year and the prospects for success of the softball team. Julie brought out a bowl of cut fruit and a tray with bread, cheese and assorted deli meats. She then walked back into the kitchen and yelled out of the back door, "Mom, Rachael is here and lunch is on the table." She joined us and a minute later Barbara came inside. She had followed my instruction and was wearing the same revealing bikini. Her skin was glistening with sweat from being the in the sun and my mouth was watering looking at her heaving cleavage. It was a struggle to raise my eyes and look her in the face.

As I said, there was clearly tension between Julie and me and Julie and her step-mom. Her dad seemed oblivious. Julie had asked Barbara why she was dressed like that and she just said, "to turn on your dad so we can have fun after you leave." I thought that was a great excuse, although I knew part of her instructions were to flirt with me too. I was waiting to see how that played out.

Lunch was quick and Julie's dad volunteered to help load her things into her car. I volunteered to help with the dishes. I figured that would take the pressure off Barbara to try and figure out how to get me alone. She still seemed nervous as I joined her in the kitchen. I was trying to play innocent like I didn't know her instructions and like I had not caught her masturbating last spring. Although I thought I was taking the pressure off her, she ended up taking the pressure off me.

"Rachael, thanks for helping with the dishes. We need to talk," she said. I nodded. Maybe Julie had told her after all. "About the softball party," she began. "My husband and I play some games to keep our love life spicy."

Wait?!? Was she using her husband as an excuse why she has been acting this way? If true, that definitely puts a new wrinkle in our situation.

"He is gone so much that we play online and he likes to give me tasks to complete. Then we have phone sex when we talk about it. He wanted me to have someone take pictures of me and he wanted me to tart myself up at the party."

I was starting to get the feeling that I wasn't as important as I thought. Maybe the letter to Julie was a huge mistake. "What about what I saw you doing in your office?" I asked.

"Well, that was something else. Maybe someday I can tell you about that, but I don't think now is the time."

She was being pretty coy. She obviously wanted to tell me, but we only had a few minutes until Julie returned. Maybe she wanted to wait until we were really alone. I decided to continue my innocence.

"So your husband told you to wear that bikini at the party and also today?" I questioned her. "You were flirting with half the team."

Barbara stammered a bit and didn't say specifically it was her husband's directive. "Yeah, I was ordered to wear it and to flirt."

I decided to let that detail drop because if I was just the roommate, I would have never noticed her parsing her words and even if I did, I wouldn't know what they meant.

"So you are supposed to flirt with young girls, you get turned on and then you get off with your husband. That seems like a strange game. Do the girls ever get mad at you for teasing them?" I continued my cross-examination.

"Well, something like that," she replied. Again I noticed she didn't specifically say she was acting on her husband's orders any more even though she had tried to blame him earlier.

I wanted to somehow say she was a bad girl for teasing the team and ask if her husband punished her. But I couldn't find the words to make that seem right for our conversation. I decided to admit that she had turned me on when I saw her masturbating and that I got myself off in the dorm when I got home. I didn't tell her I had also Jilled off lying on her bed. I'd already confessed that to Julie.

"You make an old woman feel good that I can excite you," Barbara said coyly. This conversation was now moving into more sexual terms that definitely was not normal chit-chat. I was wondering how far to push her. Since she had her orders to flirt with me, I thought I might get her to flash me or maybe bend over the counter so I could see her ass, but Julie took that moment to reappear and announce the car was packed as it was time to head back to campus. She also said, "Now you and daddy can play your games in private." I wondered if Mistress Renee would get a recap of what happened next. I also wondered if Julie and I would be having that long conversation I knew was coming eventually.

Julie turned and walked out the back door. I began to follow her, but as I reached the door Barbara called out to me and turned to face her. I was shocked as stepmom Barbara lifted her bikini top and flashed me her amazing breasts. Slave Barbara would not have surprised me doing that, but she was still pretending to be just Julie's stepmom. That confused me. It must have shown on my face and she tried to explain.

"I'm sorry, Rachel. I was supposed to flirt with you, but since you are leaving, I figured I'd better do something a bit more extreme or I might get in trouble."

"Get in trouble?" I repeated back to her in the form of a question.

"Let's hope not. I try to be a good girl," she replied.

The fact that she used the same words in front of me that she used in our messages was not lost on me.

"Hopefully you can come around for dinner the next time my husband is out of town. I am glad you are Julie's roommate and I got to meet you," was her closing comment.

I was more confused than when I arrived, but as I drove back to campus following Julie's car, I had a sense everything was some going to work out. Just before arriving back at the dorm, my phone chirped that I had a new message. I was sure it was from Barbara.

"Hello Mistress," her message began. "My stepdaughter and her roommate left a few minutes ago. I did as you asked and wore my trashy swimsuit. It made me so hot. I had to use the excuse that I wanted to excite my husband to trick Julie. He's in the shower now and I promised to suck him off once he's clean. I'm sure I'm going to fuck him too. I hope you don't mind. Just for you, I tied a quick blindfold for this selfie. I hope it excites you.

My husband can never see me like this, but I look forward to your visit to the conference so you can. Ever since you told me you were coming to town, I have thought about walking through the hotel looking at the women in the lobby, at the bar or at the conference wondering which one was you. Do you think I will be able to pick you out based on how you look at me? Will I see predator eyes or pride?"

Love your devoted slave, Barbara."

I knew my sophomore year was going to be crazier than my freshman one.