Stacey Says

STACEY SAYS

By Jane Parks

(f/F, ff/F, Humil)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law.

This one is for a middle-aged femsub friend of mine who knows who she is.

Part One

Stacey Willis had known about 46 year old Jeannie Long and her daughter, 16 year old Michelle, ever since they had moved in next door a couple years ago. However, 18-year-old Stacey had not paid much attention to the Long family until just this summer. She had so many other interesting relationships of a female variety to keep her occupied that she did not feel the need to add any more.

One hot Wednesday afternoon at the beginning of June, however, the teenager had heard the intriguing sound of happy girl noises and splashing coming from the Long's backyard pool, and she had decided to investigate. She stealthily opened the high wooden gate to Jeannie Long's back yard and peered in cautiously. Her first glimpse of Jeannie and her daughter all dressed in their matching skimpy two-piece bathing suits, frolicking in the pool, caused the teenager to stare openly. As she observed mother and daughter as they cavorted in the pool, Stacey began to have serious second thoughts about the two females who lived next door. Perhaps she had been a little too hasty in denying herself the opportunity of sampling the special pleasures that only an older woman could offer; especially one who was the mother of such a luscious young daughter.

Stacey though that Jeannie Long looked just good enough to eat in her scanty two piece. She was a good six inches shorter than the teenager who stared at her so hungrily, and Stacey could plainly see that Jeannie was endowed with ample breasts, broad hips, a lean midriff, and long alluring legs. And while it was clear that the 37 year old was a mature woman, she was anything but over the hill physically. She had kept herself in good physical condition and no one could tell by looking at her flat tummy that she had carried a baby to full term. All in all, Jeannie was just the kind of early middle-aged woman that Stacey found very attractive. Very attractive indeed.

And as for Jeannie's daughter, Michelle, why she looked just yummy to Stacey as she watched her splash and play in the pool. Michelle had already begun to develop the kind of figure that distinguishes the woman from the little girl. Her breasts, though small, were well formed. Her derrière was curvy and firm, and her hips were sexily molded. Her legs, long and well muscled, looked sensuous as hell as she kicked them in the water.

Taken together, Jeannie and Michelle presented quite a package of possibilities to the 18-year-old voyeur who was so critically inspecting them from her hidden vantage point. And for Stacey, possibilities had a way of becoming realities. So, after going home and undressing herself appropriately, Stacey just sort of invited herself over for a swim at the Long's. She sashayed through the high wooden gate into the Long's backyard as if she owned the place and then dove into the cool water of the pool and began swimming laps. Jeannie and Michelle were so startled by Stacey's sudden brazenness, that they all got out of the pool and just sat on the side, exactly as if the pool really belonged to Stacey and they, not she, were the guests. As she swam, Stacey noted the diffidence the Long females showed to her, and she smiled to herself.

At first, Jeannie had been more than a little miffed at this brazen teenager's intrusion upon her family's privacy. But, as she allowed herself to sneak appraising glances at Stacey in her extra-thin bikini when she thought the teen girl wouldn't notice, the 37-year-old mother found herself feeling rather pleased that her next door neighbor girl had invaded her space after all. As she continued to eye Stacey surreptitiously, Jeannie could not ignore the fact that the teenager was very appealing, and that she was somehow drawn to this 18-year-old's tantalizing body.

Yes, Stacey was very attractive; slim waist, small but pert breasts, long legs, and bubble buns. And although Jeannie had not given any thought to being intimate with another female since her long ago affair with her college roommate Marcia, she had to admit to herself that Stacey's sultry good looks and haughty brazenness did remind her somehow of Marcia. And that tingly notion got Jeannie to thinking and remembering.

As she and her daughter Michelle watched Stacey swim her laps, Jeannie allowed her mind to drift back to that time with Marcia; a time when she had been driven by her own wanton need for love and approval to submit herself completely to the erotic will of another person.

It was Marcia who had made the initial moves in their game of dominance and submission, and it was Jeannie who had gone along with her, albeit reluctantly at first. Jeannie had eventually acquiesced to Marcia's seductive demands because she had been so very lonely at college; so hungry for affection. And Marcia had most certainly been willing to give her a kind of affection; but at a very high price.

As the sleazy little affair between the two roommates deepened, Jeannie had become increasingly sexually addicted to and dependent upon Marcia: and Marcia turned out to be just the type of person to make the fullest use possible of that addiction and dependence, simply for her own sick amusement and sense of power.

She just loved making Jeannie prove again and again in the most humiliating kinds of ways possible just how much she was her roommate's sexual thrall. Jeannie's wanton addiction to Marcia had led her eventually to do absolutely anything and everything her depraved roommate had ordered her to do, no matter how shameful or degrading it was. As a result, Jeannie's life had become a nightmare of subservient sexual slavery from which she just could not seem to break herself free no matter how hard she tried.

After Marcia had finally tired of her and had broken off the affair, Jeannie had vowed that she would never again allow herself to surrender herself so totally to the sexual will of another person. She had subsequently married, had Michelle, and had raised her normally. Even after her husband's sudden death a year ago, she had kept her vow, despite the fact that she was becoming increasingly lonely, and, truth to tell, increasingly horny. She had not been intimate with anyone since her husband's death, and her sex life was now nothing more than occasional fits of abashed masturbation late at night after her daughter had gone to sleep.

So Jeannie sublimated her mounting sex hunger and focused all her attention on her daughter. Since her late husband had left her reasonably well off financially, Jeannie could afford to stay home and be there for Michelle. This was especially true now that school was over for another year and she had all summer to spend with her.

But now, while covertly watching Stacey swimming languidly back and forth across her pool, Jeannie could feel long forgotten stirrings welling up inside her once more. That made her more than a little afraid; but it also made her wonder.

Stacey finally grew tired of swimming laps and came out of the pool, dripping cool drops of water from her proud young body. Without a word, she walked slowly over to where Jeannie and Michelle were sitting and looked down at them with a mix of blatant curiosity and imperiousness.

"Hand me a towel, will you, Jeannie? Can't you see I'm dripping wet?"

Jeannie was speechless. This teenage next-door neighbor of hers certainly was more than just a little arrogant. But there was no need to make a scene about it; especially with her young daughter looking on. So, without a word, Jeannie meekly handed her towel over to Stacey.

The teenager took the offered towel out of Jeannie's hand and nonchalantly began drying herself off with it.

"Oh hi Jeannie. Hi Michelle," Stacey said in a cheerful voice as she dried off her wet body in front of their staring eyes as if this was the first time she had really noticed them.

"Hi Stacey," Jeannie said in a small voice. She could already feel the little pangs of intimidation nibbling at herself-image.

"I've been wanting to swim over here ever since the weather got hot. You don't mind, do you, Jeannie?"

It was more a statement of fact than a question; directed at Jeannie in such a way as to demonstrate that the teenager did not view her as any kind of real adult worthy of the respect needed to ask permission to use the pool. To Stacey, she was not even 'Mrs. Long'. She was just 'Jeannie'. And Jeannie was beginning to feel more than just a bit uneasy in the presence of this overpowering teenage girl.

Jeannie forcefully suppressed the quick flash of anger she felt at Stacey's dismissal of her adult status. After all, she told herself, her uneasiness had nothing to do with Stacey at all, really. It was just that the girl reminded her so much of Marcia. Surely that was what was making her uneasy. Wasn't it?

Then, the older woman felt a little hungry ache deep down inside her. Perhaps Stacey was right about her after all. Perhaps, in this situation she was in fact powerless and really did not have any status as an adult.

Unexpectedly, Jeannie realized that her eyes were being irreversibly drawn to Stacey's long, muscular legs. She suddenly discovered that she had to exert all her will power to tear her gaze away from them. Those long teenage legs of Stacey's were so sexy looking to her. And when she finally did force herself to look away, she found herself staring into Stacey's deep blue eyes instead. And Stacey's eyes were smiling down on her in the most provocative way. Jeannie fought with all her might to regain control of her thoughts.

"No, Stacey. I don't mind," Jeannie replied in the same small voice.

The older woman found that she was having a very hard time preventing herself from openly staring up at the very attractive teenage girl who was showing herself off so brazenly right in front of her eyes. Jeannie began to fidget under the growing tension, and her mind started to wander into all sorts of secret, lascivious places. Jeannie's heart began to beat faster as she cast her eyes on Stacey's pert breasts which pressed against the material of her swimsuit top; then her firm, flat tummy; then her long, tanned legs once again. God, she looked so good. But it was so very wrong for Jeannie to look at Stacey that way. Wasn't it?

As for Stacey, she was busy surveying her next victim. Jeannie was really quite a beautiful adult woman. Just the type that Stacey enjoyed using and abusing most. She was most assuredly going to enjoy compelling her to be her new sex toy. It was already obvious to Stacey that Jeannie was uneasy in her presence and Stacey most definitely planned to use this fact to her advantage.

Observing the older woman's direction of gaze, Stacey smiled and turned around slowly so Jeannie could get a good look at her sexy posteriors, brazenly accentuated by her thong bikini bottom. Stacey then spread her legs a little, just to tantalize. She smiled when she heard Jeannie's distinct intake of breath at the sight of her luscious globes so close to her face. And Stacey knew that the tight thong only accentuated the pout of her nether lips.

"You know, Jeannie, I'm a bit of a digital camera nut," Stacey said as she turned back to face the older woman. "I was wondering if I could take some pictures of you out here by the pool tomorrow afternoon in that sexy swimsuit you're wearing."

A little twinge of anxiety constricted Jeannie's throat. Stacey recognized the growing sense of foreboding in Jeannie as their eyes met, but she also perceived a growing sense of lascivious longing as well. The two strong emotions fought for control inside the soul of the older woman. Stacey could see the struggle taking place in Jeannie's eyes.

"Why would you want to take pictures of me when there are so many sexy young girls around?"

Stacey locked eyes with Jeannie.

"Well, you see I like older women, Jeannie. I like looking at them. I like it especially if they look really sexy. And I think you look very sexy in that tight little swimsuit of yours. And I want to take some pictures of you in that sexy swimsuit out here by the pool tomorrow. Now is that OK with you or what?"

Jeannie jerked her head back as if she had been slapped by Stacey's arrogant manner. Michelle observed with curious wonder her mother's clearly diffident reaction to Stacey's assertiveness. She had never seen her mother appear so self-effacing before, especially around a girl who was not that much older than she herself. What was going on with Mommy, anyhow?

Without being able to think clearly about the possible consequences of her decision, Jeannie found herself reacting solely to the intensely seductive stimulus of Stacey's self-assured way of comporting herself, a manner that clearly demanded the older woman's acquiescence to her. What was it about this teenage girl that made Jeannie feel so oddly insecure and vulnerable? Some fleeting foreboding made her momentarily fearfully reluctant to give in to Stacey's request, but Jeannie quickly submerged her shadowy fears within the tantalizing prospect that meeting Stacey tomorrow for the photo shoot would afford the older woman yet another opportunity to be in close proximity to the teenager's captivating physical charms. Impulsively, Jeannie decided to agree.

"Yes, Stacey. I guess it will be all right for you to come over tomorrow and take some snapshots of me here by the pool."

Michelle heard her mother's reply and giggled.

"Can I watch, Mommy?"

"Yeah, Mommy," Stacey almost taunted. "Can she watch me take some sweet pictures of you in that sexy swimsuit of yours?"

Jeannie gulped and shook her head 'no'. She did not know where this new relationship with Stacey was heading but she certainly did not want her own daughter becoming mixed up in it.

"No, Michelle. You are going to spend the day and night with Aunt Sydney tomorrow. Remember?"

"Oh yeah," Michelle chimed in, obviously disappointed at missing the opportunity to see her mother being photographed in her swimsuit but clearly happy at the prospect of spending time with her aunt Sydney.

"Well Michelle. That's OK," Stacey said with a little smirk on her face. "You can watch me take pictures of your sexy Mommy some other time. I'm sure your Mommy has other things to wear besides swimsuits that make her look really sexy. You know, like sexy lingerie and underwear: you know, tight little bras and panties. Isn't that right, Jeannie?"

The thought of being allowed to watch while Stacey took pictures of her mother dressed in sexy lingerie and underwear made Michelle giggle uneasily and blush.

Jeannie was utterly embarrassed by Stacey's impertinent question, and so she just sat there with her mouth open; not saying aword.

"Well, Jeannie. Isn't that right?"

The older woman suddenly felt a hot wave of exquisite humiliation flow over her because of the arrogant way Stacey had addressed her. And the clever teenager knew by the hungry way Jeannie looked up at her that the older woman found her quite attractive and desperately wanted to see more of her. And Jeannie knew that she knew.

There was no mistaking the fact that Jeannie had to say something in reply. Stacey's condescending stance clearly demanded it. The 37-year-old woman stared up at the teenage girl, her eyes wide with apprehensive hunger.

"I guess so, Stacey."

Stacey smiled and said softly, "That's a good girl. Now see; wasn't that easy?"

The teenager could now clearly see how difficult it was for the older woman to take her eyes off of her. She decided to dig in her claws just a little deeper, dropped the towel on the pavement, and slowly walked even closer to Jeannie, giving her an unobstructed view of all her charms.

"You like what you see. Don't you, Jeannie?"

The older woman most certainly did not want to answer Stacey's provocative question, particularly in front of her daughter. To do so would make her even more vulnerable than she already was. But there was a compulsion in Stacey's voice that Jeannie could not ignore. Stacey put her hand out and tousled Jeannie's short curly hair.

"Don't you, sweetie pie?"

Jeannie gulped. She felt an exciting flash of humiliation at being toyed with this way in front of Michelle. Her loins began to tingle just as they had so far in the past when Marcia had teased and tormented her so cruelly.

"Yes," she said meekly.

Stacey smirked down at Jeannie, exalting in the older woman's discomfort and embarrassment.

"Yes, what, sweetie pie?"

Jeannie gulped again.

"Yes, Stacey. I like what I see."

It was barely a whisper. But Stacey could hear it. And so could Michelle.

Stacey smiled even broader.

Then, suddenly, she pulled away.

"Well. Gotta go. See you tomorrow, sweetie pie." And then, Stacey was out the gate and gone, leaving Jeannie in a state of agitation and her daughter in a state of wonder.

"Sweetie pie?"

As Jeannie herded Michelle in to dinner, she kept thinking to herself repeatedly 'where is this going, where do I want it to go?'

As soon as she had returned from taking Michelle to her sister's house the next day, Jeannie found herself in a state of growing anxious anticipation. The memory of the sublime humiliation she had felt yesterday at Stacey's hands teased and taunted her mind.

She showered; making extra special sure that she was squeaky clean all over. Afterward, she anxiously evaluated her naked body for almost thirty minutes in the bathroom mirror; her strong and well-defined calves and thighs, her tight butt, her curvy hips, her buff tummy, and her pert breasts. Then she put on her two-piece swimsuit, making sure she looked just right.

She was greatly relieved that her breasts did not sag, that her tummy was still reasonably flat even after having borne a child, and that her legs were still well muscled. She felt a flutter of ignominy when she realized how desperately she wanted Stacey to find her attractive. But why did she want a girl half her age to find her attractive? Wasn't that somehow very, very sick?

When Stacey had not appeared by four o'clock, Jeannie started pacing back and forth in her living room, trying to burn off her excess anxious energy. When would Stacey finally get here to take her pictures? When would she be allowed the opportunity to look at that girl's lush teenage body again?

Finally, around five o'clock, Jeannie heard the doorbell ring. She literally ran to the door, she was so worked up. Jeannie put her eye to the peephole and stared out hopefully. Thank heaven. There was Stacey standing on her porch all dressed up in sexy pink short shorts and a matching crop top, smiling brightly and holding a digital camera bag in her hand. Jeannie licked her lips unconsciously as she opened the door.

"Hi Jeannie," Stacey said brightly as she stepped into the house.

She made no effort to hide her long look of appraisal as she surveyed Jeannie standing right in front of her. The older woman could feel the heat of Stacey's gaze as she assessed the older woman's body.

"Ummmmmmm," Stacey purred in approval. "You look good enough to eat, baby doll."

Jeannie wriggled.

"Hi Stacey," Jeannie said in that same small voice. Her heart was pounding and she felt flushed. Would Stacey notice how flustered she was?

Stacey could instantly see the hunger in the older woman's eyes. She knew she was holding all the high cards and she was about to play them until she won the game.

"Turn around, baby doll, so I can see all of you."

Jeannie did as she was bidden, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than she had at any time since Marcia had gotten rid of her. A feeling of growing helplessness began to overwhelm her senses.

Stacey nonchalantly placed her hand on Jeannie's arm and gave it a little squeeze. At her touch, Jeannie felt a little buzz of wanton yearning go through her body.

"Are you ready to pose for me now, baby doll?"

Jeannie made a low moan in her throat as Stacey began sliding her hand sensuously along her bare arm. Stacey's hand was so warm on her smooth flesh.

"Yes, Stacey. I'm ready."

Jeannie said it so quietly that Stacey almost did not hear her. However, Stacey did not have to hear the words to know that Jeannie was more than ready. She giggled.

"Yes you are, precious. Aren't you?"

Jeannie's humiliation smoldered as she realized that Stacey knew all she needed to know about her and what the older woman so obviously craved.

Without further words between them, the teenager steered the entranced older woman right out the back door into the enclosed back yard where the pool was.

"That wooden fence is really high, isn't it, Jeannie. I bet nobody can see in here at all when the gate is locked."

Jeannie gulped and absently nodded her head. A mental flash of the two of them, naked by the side of the pool, indulging in a frenzied bout of oral sex made her nearly faint away. Then she snapped back to the present.

"I had to have it built because of the insurance on the pool. So I decided to give us some privacy as well as security."

"I'm so glad," Stacey giggled as she gave Jeannie's arm another little squeeze. Then she allowed her hand to rove slowly and possessively down the older woman's side.

"I like privacy too, sweetie."

Stacey gave Jeannie's swimsuit-covered butt a little possessive pat.

Jeannie shivered all over her body. Where was this girl taking her? Could she allow herself to go there?

"Now Jeannie. Come sit here by the pool so I can get some shots of that sweet, sexy body of yours in that skimpy little swimsuit."

Jeannie obeyed with alacrity, and for the next fifteen minutes, Stacey posed her timid model and happily snapped away. She had brought along a whole camera bag full of digital disks, and she was not shy about using them up.

"I do my own scanning, so you don't have to worry if any of this embarrasses you. It'll be just between us two girls. Right, precious?"

Jeannie shivered. What kinds of shots were Stacey planning to take that might embarrass her later?

Jeannie noticed, that as the photo session progressed, the poses Stacey required her to assume were becoming increasingly salacious. The arrangement of her body became more daring; the display of her charms more audacious. She wished that her swimsuit was of a more conservative cut, but, then again, she was also glad that Stacey was posing her in ways that allowed the sexiness of her body to show. For some reason, she desperately wanted Stacey to think that she looked sexy and desirable.

The more she posed, the sexier she felt. But Jeannie also sensed something a great deal more powerful. She was feeling once more that old hunger she had felt when she had been owned by Marcia and was being used by her. Could it be that Stacey was like that, too?

Stacey observed the subtle change in Jeannie as the photo shoot continued. She went out of her way to direct Jeannie to take poses that bordered on the slutty. And when the older woman readily acquiesced, Stacey knew that she was thereby giving every sign that, subconsciously at least, she was willing to submit to Stacey's will. Jeannie was proving by her compliance with the younger girl's orders that, despite her better judgment, she would allow the teenager to lead her on to the next step, and the next, and the next. Jeannie didn't know where this all would lead, but it felt so like what Marcia had done so many years ago.

How far could the teenager force her to go? How far would she force her to go?

When Stacey was certain that Jeannie was completely involved in the photo session, she decided to attempt to draw her into the next level.

"Jeannie. While I take these pictures of you and that sexy bod of yours, I want us to play a little game of Simon Says, except I want it to be Stacey Says instead. Do you understand me."?

Jeannie was almost panting with frustrated anticipation by this time, but she was suddenly wary of just how dangerous this all was becoming for her.

"I'm not sure I want to play Stacey Says with you right now, Stacey."

There was more than a hint of fear in Jeannie's voice as she looked over at the teenager. Stacey loved that sound of fear because it told her she was winning again. She put the digital camera down and walked purposefully over to where Jeannie was meekly sitting on a lawn chair. She reached out her hand and gently ran her fingers unhurriedly along Jeannie's silken cheek. The older woman sucked in her breath through her teeth and looked up with a mixture of stark despair and ravenous hunger on her face. It was starting all over again. Wasn't it? She could feel herself getting moist from Stacey's touch.

"Oh come on, Jeannie. It's just us two girls out here all alone where nobody can see us. What harm can come of it if we play around with each other a little."

Jeannie could feel herself slowly but surely succumbing to Stacey's enticing words. But she was still very afraid of where this all would lead.

"Please, Stacey. I don't want to do this any more."

Stacey looked down at Jeannie and smiled sweetly. She allowed her forefinger to glide across the older woman's full lips. Jeannie whimpered softly but obeyed Stacey's unspoken command by opening her mouth slightly; just enough for Stacey to slide her finger inside and along her wet tongue.

"Oh but I think you do want to play Stacey Says with me, Jeannie.

And I really want to play Stacey Says with you too, baby. Now, am I right or what?"

Jeannie blushed as she allowed herself to gently suck on the teenager's proffered finger. Yes, they understood each other all right.

"Well, baby doll. Am I right?"

Jeannie nodded her head slowly in agreement.

"I thought so," cooed Stacey.

Still smiling down on the older woman, Stacey slowly removed her finger from between Jeannie's lips as if to say 'you had better obey me if you want any more'.

"As a matter of fact, Jeannie, I think you're going to play Stacey Says with me and do just anything at all I tell you to do from now on. Aren't you, baby?"

Jeannie tried to interrupt, but Stacey would not let her.

"You see, precious, it's obvious to me right now that what you really need more than anything else in the whole wide world is a nice young slit to lick. Just like mine. What you need is a young female body that you can worship with that sweet pink Mommy tongue of yours and those soft, warm Mommy hands of yours. That is what we both know you need. Isn't it? And you can have it too, baby, but if and only if you agree to play Stacey Says with me right this very minute."

Jeannie felt an extra jolt of humiliation burn through her soul as she looked up at the smirking, confident teen girl. Stacey was right. That was exactly what she needed.

"Well, do we understand each other, sweetie pie?"

Jeannie looked deeply into Stacey's eyes. She knew that her long suppressed need to be humiliated was winning out over her weakening will to resist.

"Yes. I understand you."

Stacey smiled.

"And so you agree to play Stacey Says with me?"

Jeannie tried with all her remaining will power to pull herself together, to regain control before it was too late. But Stacey was now making little, teasing circles with her fingers around Jeannie's flat tummy, and it was driving the older woman mad with lust.

"What do you want from me, Stacey?" she asked with a marked tremble in her voice.

Stacey smiled down at her as she continued to allow her fingers to stroke the older woman's taut, expectant body.

"Why I want you, of course, sweetie pie. I want to own you from now on for as long as I want you."

Jeannie shook her head in disbelief. She could not possibly have heard the teenager correctly. She tried desperately to clear her head, but Jeannie did not allow her time to dwell on her last words or their implications.

"And so you do agree to play Stacey Says with me even after knowing what I want?" Stacey repeated her question.

Jeannie blushed hot with embarrassment. She knew beyond any doubt what her answer must be. The thought of Stacey taking her seductive hand away was simply unbearable.

"Yes, Stacey."

Stacey tousled the older woman's curls and smiled beatifically down at her.

"Good girl. Now, Stacey Says get on your hands and knees for me over here by the pool, sweetums. I want the camera to get a real good look at that sexy body of yours."

Jeannie was in such a state of nervous anxiety and confusion; she barely heard what Stacey had said. But she was acutely aware of the delicious girl standing so near to her. As Stacey sidled even closer, Jeannie's anxiety intensified, but so did her hunger; repressed for all those years since Marcia had thrown her out. Why did this teenage girl make her feel the way Marcia had?

Why couldn't she break the spell? Why was she so desperate to obey?

Stacey stood over her, aloofness in her every move.

"Now are you going to play Stacey Says with me or not, sweetie pie?"

Jeannie tried to stare her down, but she finally gave in and lowered her eyes.

"Yes, Stacey. I'll play Stacey Says with you."

Stacey smirked down at her new toy.

"Good girl. Now, do what Stacey Says and get down on your hands and knees like a good little grown up Mommy slut. I want to get some nice shots of that fine cleavage of yours with your sweet tits hanging down."

Jeannie blushed bright red again as she obediently got down on her hands and knees in front of Stacey. She could feel her ample breasts pushing against the material of her swimsuit top as Stacey knelt in front of her and snapped away. Jeannie knew that this position exposed a great deal of her breast flesh to the digital camera. But her hunger made her obey, even though she was embarrassed beyond words.

"Now, baby. Stacey Says lick your lips for me and move that sexy body around like you were trying to make me hot for you. You are trying to make me hot for you. Aren't you, girlfriend?"

Jeannie replied to the wanton question in the only way she knew Stacey would understand. She began undulating her hips and swaying her torso, showing off even more of her breasts. As she moved, Jeannie licked her lips in a lewd imitation of a slut.

"That's my sexy little Mommy slut. Now, sweetie pie. Stacey Says I want you to lie down on your tummy on this towel, and let me get some nice sexy shots looking down at you."

Jeannie immediately did as she was told. She could hear Stacey moving around above her, but she did not have the courage to look at her. The camera continued to snap away.

"OK, Jeannie. Now Stacey Says unsnap that swimsuit top and slide it out from under you. I want to get some charming little shots of your sexy naked back."

Jeannie flinched, but did as Stacey commanded. She reached behind her and unhooked the swimsuit top and slid it from under her. Stacey took it from her and threw it into the pool, laughing as she did so. Then the teenager proceeded to pose the woman and snap a set of shots of Jeannie's back and shoulders with her long arms extended far above her head and her face turned to the side. Then Stacey knelt down beside her fretful model and took some shots of her face and torso. Jeannie knew that her breasts were clearly visible to the camera's eye and to Stacey's as well. She felt her pussy spasm as she though of how lurid these poses were. Especially when Stacey made her look directly into the camera so that there would be no mistake as to who was being photographed.

Stacey put the camera down, looked directly into the older woman's eyes, and said softly, "You know, precious, I just can't wait to take pictures of that sweet Mommy face of yours all slick and tacky with my yummy pusspusswet. It's really yummy. I promise."

Jeannie shuddered but she held her pose. Her vaginal canal spasmed once more and a trickle of secretion dribbled onto the gusset of her swimsuit bottom. Stacey went back to taking more pictures.

"That's a good girl, Jeannie. Now Stacey Says sit up for me and let me really see those sweet tits of yours. I've been just dying to have a look at your tempting little nipples ever since yesterday when I saw them pressing against your swimsuit top."

Jeannie whimpered at this order.

"Please, Stacey. Please no. I'm too embarrassed."

Stacey stared down at her.

"Stacey Says sit up and let me see your cute little Mommy tits, Jeannie baby. I said I really want to see those nipples of yours. I'll bet that they're as stiff as erasers 'cause you're so hot for me."

Jeannie inhaled sharply. Her heart fluttered like a moth caught in a flame. She knew if she surrendered now, all was lost.

"Please, Stacey. No."

"Oh come on Jeannie. It's just us two girls. You know that we're just playing a nasty little sexgame, here, you and I. No one else can see you. And I really want to admire your tits. Don't you want me to admire your tits, precious?"

Jeannie continued to lie there, hoping against hope that Stacey would relent.

"Come on, Jeannie. Stacey Says."

"Please, please Stacey. Please don't make me."

Jeannie's voice had changed to that of a scared little girl. The teenager knew that now was the time to comfort rather than to cajole her incipient pet.

Stacey leaned over and began sliding her warm hand along the older woman's naked back. Jeannie felt the teenager's sensuous touch as if she were being subjected to a mild electric shock. The teenager's hand felt so exhilarating, and it promised so much more.

"Last chance, Jeannie. Come on, sweetie pie. Now be a good girl for Stacey and show her your sweet tits, and maybe she will give you something that's ever so nice."

Jeannie looked at the girl with a lost, forlorn expression all over her face.

"Please, Stacey. Pleeeeease."

Stacey continued to stroke the older woman's back and talk softly to her.

"Come on, Jeannie baby. You know you want to show off your tits to me. And how can I play with them, baby, if you won't let me see them first? You do want me to play with them. Don't you, precious? You're such a little nasty girl Mommy."

Stacey's words were so erotic, so compelling. And her hand was so stimulating on Jeannie's lower back: so close to the waistband of her swimsuit bottom. The older woman wriggled despite herself.

"Oh yes. I know all there is to know about you, sweetie pie. You are just so chock full of those nasty little secret desires. The very ones that I know all about."

Jeannie began to tremble like a yearling just about to be broken to the saddle. She continued to whimper softly to herself, but did nothing to move away from her tormentor's hand. Sick despair warred inside her with the mounting hunger for Stacey's sweet attention. She was so very afraid.

"Please, Stacey. Don't. Please don't."

She was so forlorn and plaintive. And Stacey was so uncaring.

"Don't what, sweetie pie?"

Stacey was mocking her and Jeannie knew it.

"Please don't make me sit up and show you my breasts. I'm just too embarrassed."

Stacey giggled softly.

"But I really, really want to see them, Jeannie. And you promised to do whatever Stacey Says. Now stop whining and sit up like a good girl and let me see your tits."

Stacey was letting her forefinger slide up under the waistband of Jeannie's swimsuit bottom, teasing, probing, promising. Feeling the tip of the teenager's finger lightly stroking the hypersensitive skin above her tailbone in such an intimate way drove the older woman right over the edge.

Without another word, Jeannie slowly sat up, forcing Stacey to move away from her. Jeannie already knew enough about what Stacey demanded that she kept her arms at her sides despite her almost palpable desire to use them to cover her naked breasts from Stacey's wanton gaze. She was more embarrassed than she had been since Marcia had made her do all those nasty, sick things back in college. Was Stacey going to make her do nasty, sick things as well?

Stacey sat down on the warm pavement beside the pool and openly admired Jeannie's mature but still firm breasts. The older woman's nipples were stiff pink coral. Her areolas were a warm shade of taupe with no hint of crinkle. The breasts themselves were milk white and pear shaped, and they were just large enough without being too abundant. Just the kind Stacey liked most of all. The teenager reached out her hand and began fondling Jeannie's offered breasts. Her fingers moved all around each breast; kneading, pressing, exploring. Jeannie purred and whimpered as wave after wave of erotic thrill passed through her body. She was getting sooooo hot.

Yes indeed. Stacey most certainly liked what she saw; and what she was feeling up with her warm, silky hand. Erotic scenes in which she was doing all sorts of interesting nasty things to Jeannie's breasts flashed through her evil little mind. But such fleeting thoughts only made her want to see more of her new toy's charms. The teenager could hear the older woman pant as she continued to molest her, and the sound was music to her ears.

"OK Jeannie. Now Stacey Says stand up and take off that swimsuit bottom of yours so I can see all of you, sweetie pie."

Jeannie whimpered and shook her head 'no'. She knew deep in her heart that she had already given in way too much to her need to be humiliated by this evil teenage girl. She had become dangerously involved in Stacey's sick little games. But now she just had to stop this no matter how much she craved Stacey's carnal attention.

"Stacey, I've gone along with your game so far because it's just us two girls out here and nobody can see us. But I am not going to play Stacey Says for you any more. I'm very embarrassed that I let it go on this long, and I want to stop now."

Stacey immediately stood up, towering over her seated companion. Suddenly, before Jeannie could react or defend herself, Stacey grabbed her by her short hair and jerked the older woman to her feet. Then, as a surprised and shocked Jeannie just stood there unable to move or fight, Stacey swung her other hand in a flat arc and slapped the older woman full on her right cheek.

SLAP.

Jeannie squealed from the frightful pain, but, before she could inhale, Stacey slapped her again, hard.

SLAP, SLAP.

If Stacey had not been holding her hair in such a tight grip, Jeannie would have fallen down on the pavement, so great was the pain. But Stacey had no intention of letting her new toy go until she had been brought to heel. She held Jeannie's head in such a manner that there was nowhere the woman could look except directly into her bright eyes.

"I'm tired of your dithering, Jeannie. Now you know and I know that you want to obey me. We both understand perfectly that you need to obey me. That's how you get off, my sick little precious, being a submissive little sex toy for a sexy young girl just like me. Face it. You know you want more than anything in the whole wide world to be my hot little subby slut. You've made that crystal clear ever since I got here today. You were the one who agreed to play Stacey Says. Remember! And you knew perfectly well where that was leading to from the very first. Didn't you, precious? So I want you to stop being a disobedient little bratty bitch right this very minute and do whatever I tell you to from now on. Or do you want me to just walk away and leave you standing here all hot and bothered and never see you again?"

Jeannie was squealing and sobbing, hysterical from the pain and in a total panic because of Stacey's harsh words. Despite the pain and the terror that gnawed at her, she most certainly did not want Stacey to leave her and never see her again. Her pain and fear shattered brain did not know much at that moment, but the one thing it did know was that she wanted Stacey to stay, no matter what it cost her. Stacey was right about that. Jeannie needed to be her little subby sex toy. She needed it more than anything else in the whole world.

"Pleeeeease, Stacey. Pleeeeease stop. Pleeeeeease don't go away. Oh God. Pleeeeassssee stay. I need you. Please stay."

Stacey smiled knowingly at Jeannie's almost hysterical plea that she stay, but the teenager was not ready yet to let her new pet off so easily.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Jeannie began to howl in panic ridden agony as Stacey continued to slap her face with the palm of her hand. Then Stacey grabbed her hair and shook her like a terrier shakes a rat.

"Shut up, bitch. Do you want our neighbors to bust in here and find you like this?"

The shock of Stacey's threatening words brought Jeannie up short.

It was as if a plug had been pulled. The older woman nearly fainted dead away from the blinding panic she felt when she thought about how mortified she would feel if someone were to barge in on her right then. How could she ever explain herself. As the older woman sank into herself, Stacey held her up by her hair and looked deep into her dilated eyes.

"Well, Jeannie. Are you going to behave from now on, or do I have to slap your face some more to make you understand who's really in charge here? Come on, precious. We both already know who's really in charge here, don't we?"

Stacey let go of Jeannie's hair and the older woman nodded her head dumbly in agreement. When she saw that Jeannie was surrendering totally, Stacey began to comfort her terrified sex toy once again. She held the older woman tightly in her strong arms and petted her tenderly, letting her hands rove wantonly over her neck, shoulders, and back.

"Come on now, Jeannie. You and I both would both rather that I was playing with your sweet Mommy tits than slapping your sweet Mommy face. Wouldn't we, precious?"

Jeannie was near the breaking point. Even Marcia had never abused her in the way Stacey now was. She could see no hope for herself other than total surrender. Perhaps Stacey was right after all. She would most certainly rather be petted than punished.

"I'll be good, Stacey. I'll be a good girl from now on. I promise," she whispered meekly into the teenager's shoulder.

"Please don't hurt me anymore. Pleeeeeease, Jeannie. I'll be good."

Stacey clutched Jeannie's short hair and shook her again a couple times just to make sure she had the older woman's fullattention.

"And you'll play Stacey Says for me like a good girl from now on.

Won't you, precious?"

Jeannie shivered all over her body.

"Yes, Stacey. I'll be a good girl from now on and play Stacey Says for you."

Stacey smiled sweetly and let go of Jeannie's hair. The older woman sank down onto the lawn chair and gazed up compliantly at her new mistress. Jeannie tried to understand the contract that was being forged between them. If she obeyed, she would be petted and not punished. Stacey had said so. And perhaps Stacey would even allow her the privilege of making worshipful love to that tantalizing teenage body of hers. Perhaps.

"And you'll do anything Stacey Says from now on, won't you sweetie pie?"

Jeannie nodded her head slowly and sheepishly.

"Yes," a timid whisper.

Stacey suddenly slapped her twice across her face again.

SLAP, SLAP.

"Say it louder for me, Mommyslut. I want to hear it when you say that you belong to me and that you'll do anything Stacey Says from now on.""

Jeannie's head rocked back from the face slapping, but she kept enough of her self-possession to answer.

"Yes. I'll do anything Stacey Says from now on."

Jeannie felt utter defeat and despair flow through her mind, heart, and soul. There could be little doubt now that Stacey was going to own her completely; she had agreed to it of her own volition. And she knew that this meant that Stacey was going to use her and abuse her subject only to her own sick whims. And Stacey was going to be ever so much more heartless that even cruel Marcia had been. And that was the extreme price she would have to pay for the honor of being allowed occasionally to worship her teenage mistress. There was an air of absolute defeat in Jeannie's confession of her obedience.

But with the defeat and the despair came another feeling that took hold of Jeannie's soul. And that other feeling was one of unadulterated desire; desire to experience Stacey's erotic rulership over her entire life; desire to submit absolutely and totally to the girl's depraved whims; desire to be the recipient of Stacey's utter domination. Her nether lips glistened with the pearls of sticky hunger that such thoughts created.

Stacey stepped away from the older woman, satisfied that she had finally broken her will to resist. She slowly reached out the hand that had punished Jeannie so severely and placed the palm only inches away from the older woman's lips.

"Now Stacey Says kiss my hand, sweetie pie. Let me know how much you appreciate what I've done to make you into my good little sex toy."

Jeannie flushed with embarrassment. Even so, she did as she was told and leaned her face against Stacey's outthrust hand. Then she began planting little worshipful love pecks on the teenager's hot palm. Stacey stroked the older woman's hair and made little comforting noises.

"You really do want to be my little subby pet from now on, don't you, Jeannie."

The older woman leaned back just a little and sighed.

"Yes, Stacey. I really do want to be your little subby pet from now on."

Stacey lowered her hand to the older woman's breast and began to fondle it tenderly. She slid her palm over Jeannie's hardening nipple. She squeezed the tender flesh. Jeannie leaned back, closed her eyes, and gurgled happily.

"That's my good little Mommy girl. Now; where were we? "Oh yeah, that's right. Stacey Says take off your swimsuit bottom so I can get at the rest of my new pet's secret little charms."

Cringing in utter humiliation but ravenous to do her young mistress's bidding, Jeannie slowly stood, reached down to the waistband of her swimsuit bottom, leaned far over, and slid the tight material down her long, smooth legs to her ankles and then slowly stepped out of her swimsuit bottom. She raised back up again; her skin a blushing pink. Stacey immediately scooped up the discarded material and brought the gusset to her nose. The teenager smiled broadly as she inhaled Jeannie's sexscent and then ran her finger along the soppy material.

"Jeannie baby. Did I make ums this wet?"

Jeannie blushed even deeper than before.

"Yes, Stacey. You made me very wet."

Stacey smiled at the older woman and casually tossed the swimsuit bottom into the pool.

"You won't be needing that any more," the teenager giggled as she pressed her fingertips softly and teasingly against Jeannie's down covered mound. The teenager allowed her fingers to stroke and play with what she found there until she saw Jeannie's eyes glaze over.

"So here's where little Michelle came from," Stacey cooed as she slipped her index finger teasingly inside Jeannie's slick walled vagina.

At the mention of her daughter's name, Jeannie clenched her vaginal muscles, squeezing Stacey's finger. Stacey giggled as she removed her finger. Jeannie blushed.

"We'll get to that later, babyslut. But now, Stacey Says stand up straight and tall for me so I can really get a good look at you. You know, baby, if you really want to be my new little Mommysex toy, you'll have to prove that you are worthy of me."

Jeannie did as she was bidden, biting her lower lip in sheer humiliation as Stacey walked slowly around her, the teenager's appraising eye missing nothing. The older woman found herself becoming increasingly anxious that her new young femdom would not find her unattractive after all and cast her aside just as Marcia had. She prayed earnestly that, now that she had committed herself to being Stacey's willing sex slave, the teenage girl would want to keep her. She so desperately wanted to serve, now that Stacey had presented her with the wanton possibility.

As for Stacey, she appraised her new pet happily. Jeannie certainly had a good figure for a woman who had carried a baby to term. The teenager was more than satisfied with Jeannie's sexy body. She knew that she would have so much fun in the future tantalizing, teasing, and tormenting it.

Locking eyes with her new pet, Stacey reached out her exploring hand and nonchalantly stroked the older woman's breasts, then her midriff, then her flank, then her butt. Jeannie wriggled and sighed with every touch. Stacey could tell that Jeannie just loved this wanton attention being paid to her responsive body at the same time that she felt utterly humiliated at being used this way. The erotic tension Stacey was causing her sent shocks of perverse pleasure through Jeannie's brain. She prayed fervently that it would go on forever.

While Jeannie's docility convinced Stacey that she could continue to pet the older woman with impunity, she wanted to make certain that Jeannie's mind and soul were hers to use and abuse as well. So she decided to begin the older woman's psychological training right then and there.

"Stacey Says I want you to play with your little nipples for me, sweetie pie, and make them all nice and puffy. I just can't get enough of watching a grown up little Mommy girl like you playing with herself in front of me just 'cause I tell her to. It's so degrading."

Jeannie cringed, but did as she was told. She began pinching and twisting her coral nipples until they were rock hard. Her self-stimulation in front of Stacey was both humiliating and sexually exhilarating at the same time. She was becoming so very turned on by playing with herself while Stacey looked on.

It seems that Jeannie was just a born exhibitionist, and Stacey was proving to be a wonderful erotic audience. As Jeannie continued her lewd display, she looked over at the teenager and saw the approval in her young eyes. That look made Jeannie feel that Stacey might just keep her after all.

When the teenager was satisfied that Jeannie's nipples were as stiff as they were going to get, she brushed the older woman's hands aside and grabbed a stimulated nipple in each hand. She squeezed the tender nubbins unmercifully. Then she pulled down hard, drawing Jeannie right down to her knees in front of her. Jeannie squealed with the sharp pain, but knew that if she tried to pull away, the pain would be ten times worse. So she just knelt quietly, tears of pain and humiliation flowing from her eyes, as Stacey continued to tweeze and pinch.

"Do you want me to stop, sweetie pie?"

Jeannie wanted the pain to go away more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

"Yeeeeessssss, Stacey. Pleeeease stop."

"Will you do whatever I tell you from now on if I stop."

Jeannie did not have to think twice.

"Yeeeesssss. I'll do anything you want from now on."

As she made her promise of unqualified obedience, Jeannie could feel a trickle of hot sex fluid seeping from her nether lips onto the inside of her thigh. It was crystal clear that both her body and her mind wanted this submissiveness to Stacey's whims to continue in the worst kind of way.

Stacey let go of Jeannie's tormented nipples and stepped away from her new pet.

"Stacey Says turn around and spread your legs for me like the obedient little subby Mommy slut you are. I want to play with your sexy play pretties from behind, precious."

Jeannie immediately turned and spread her legs before the teenager. Jeannie reached out her hand and slid her finger slowly along the moist crack between her sex toy's round cheeks, then up and down the older woman's downy labia. Her fingertip came away with a coating of Jeannie's secretions.

Stacey giggled as she held her finger up to her nose and smelled the sexy musk of the older woman.

"I can sure tell you really like being my little subby pet. Don't you, Jeannie?"

Jeannie was completely mortified by Stacey's stinging question. How could this girl have gained such a hold on her so quickly? Why couldn't she break free?

The teenager playfully patted the older woman on the butt.

"Don't you," Stacey insisted on an answer.

Jeannie could not prevent herself from replying.

"Yes, Stacey. I really like being your little subby slut."

"Then Stacey Says lick my finger so you can get a good taste of yourself, Mommy slut."

Jeannie turned back toward her new Mistress, leaned over, and licked the film of her juices off the teenager's extended finger.

The sheer depravity of her actions turned the older woman on even more.

Stacey smiled as she ran the fingers of her other hand through the older woman's curly hair.

"Pretty soon now, precious, I'll make you stick your own little Mommy fingers way up inside your nasty little snizzypoo and then lick them all nice and clean for me while I watch you."

Jeannie shivered in wanton anticipation.

"Stacey Says now stand nice and straight for me so I can get some shots of that tuff little naked Mommybod of yours, pet." ** Despite her embarrassment and growing apprehension about the dire consequences of her submissiveness to her new femdom, Jeannie did as she was told, and Stacey moved around her, snapping away. As she took picture after picture, the teenager ordered Jeannie to assume all sorts of erotic poses; holding her arms way above her head to accentuate her breasts; leaning far over so that they hung down in front of her; squatting with her vulva fully exposed to the digital camera's eye. All the while she was posing so salaciously, Jeannie was acutely aware of the fact that, by allowing Stacey to photograph her this way, she was ensuring that the teenager could have her way with her any time she wanted to from then on. Once processed, the photographs would be a club that Stacey could hold over her forever. But with this understanding came an even more powerful realization. Jeannie really did get off on this type of treatment by another female, especially, as it turned out, by a girl less than half her own age. By the end of the photo session, Jeannie was totally turned on and desperate for sexual release.

After a bit, Stacey ordered her new pet to take a break. She allowed Jeannie to sit down on the pavement by the pool so she could rest a little. As she watched the older woman sit down, the teenager noticed that her thigh fairly glistened with sexual secretions.

"Stacey Says stick that leg out, precious, so I can see your slutty little pussy."

Jeannie dutifully extended her leg, flashing her finely haired pudendum to her teen dom's contented gaze. Stacey leaned over and slowly licked the little streak of sex mucus from the older woman's smooth leg. Jeannie wriggled and whimpered at the touch of the teenager's wet tongue on her sensitive thigh flesh.

"You taste good, sweetie pie. I like knowing that making you do nasty things turns you on. 'Cause it turns me on, too, baby."

Jeannie was most definitely turned on. She now needed to cum in the worst way. The older woman could not remember a time that she had been more eager for release. Stacey's physical closeness and the slutty, subservient way the teenager had compelled her to act had raised Jeannie to the point that she would do almost anything to be allowed to cum. She just had to humble herself before the girl and beg for release.

"Please, Stacey. I'm so hot. I really need to... to.... Please let me. Oh Pleeeease."

As the beseeching words spilled out of her mouth, Jeannie felt her face turn red with humiliation and embarrassment. But she did not care. All she cared about was finding release.

Stacey giggled.

"Now what is it exactly that you want me to let you do, precious?"

Jeannie looked down at the pavement and forced her mouth to form the words Stacey clearly wanted to hear.

"I... I want to... cum."

Stacey grinned over at her new pet.

"Well, well. So my little grown up Mommy sub wants to get her rocks off, does she. OK then. I'm not unreasonable. What are you willing to do for me if I let you get yourself off?"

Jeannie did not have to think twice.

"I'll do anything you say, Stacey. Only pleeeease let me cum."

Stacey smiled.

"So you agree then that as my pet, I have the sole authority to decide when and if you can cum from now on?"

Jeannie nodded head 'yes' enthusiastically."

If that were what it took to get Stacey to let her climax, she would do it.

"And you'll do anything Stacey Says if I allow you to cumcum?"

Another enthusiastic nod.

"Then the first thing Stacey Says is for you to take off my top and put your sweet little subby lips on my stiffy nips. I so love being suckled by a grown up, naked, horny little Mommy like you.

The words were barely out of Stacey's mouth when Jeannie reached out and pulled the teenager's crop top over her head revealing her pert breasts. They were not as ample as Jeannie's, but the nipples were bigger. The older woman immediately leaned over and began to suck one of Stacey's nubs into rock hardness. The teenager sighed and stroked Jeannie's hair as she continued to suck and lick. When the nipple was turgid, Stacey pushed the older woman's head over to her other nipple, and Jeannie latched on like a hungry baby.

"Oh yeah, Jeannie. You do me sooooo good. You're such a nasty little subby Mommyslut. Now Stacey Says to really slobber on it.

I want it all wet and sticky from your nasty Mommyspit."

Jeannie heard Stacey's words and redoubled her efforts to please her teen dom. She licked and slurped around the girl's nipple until it too was hard and slick from her saliva. Stacey continued to stroke the older woman's hair, reinforcing her subservience.

"Stacey Says now you may take off my short shorts for me, baby. I've got somewhere else you can use that sweet Mommytongue of yours."

Jeannie immediately reached down to the teenager's flat tummy, unsnapped her short shorts, and tugged them down her smooth legs.

Stacey stepped out of the short shorts and Jeannie dropped them on the pavement. The older woman then looked up longingly at Stacey's sweet young bush and licked her lips in ravenous anticipation of the teenager's next command. She just could not wait another second to finally taste her mistress.

But Stacey had other ideas about where Jeannie's tongue should go.

"No, baby. You haven't earned the right to snuzzle my sniz, yet.

But I saw you eyeing my buns yesterday, so I'm going to give you a treat by letting you kiss my sweet cheeks. Now isn't that generous of me?"

Stacey turned around and bent over so that her smooth, round globes were right in Jeannie's face. The older woman leaned over and placed her lips tremulously on the warm flesh.

"Stacey Says lick me, baby. Lick me all up."

Jeannie enthusiastically licked all around the girl's satiny butt cheek. She even allowed her tongue to wander briefly into the crack.

"Stacey Says lick my little hole, baby. Show me just how much you belong to me."

Jeannie was so turned on by this time she did not care how humiliating Stacey's order was. She extended her long, pink tongue and slurped and probed around the teenager's tight little rosette. She reached up and pulled Stacey's firm globes apart so she could get a better angle. Stacey sighed and cooed at the erotic feeling of having her most intimate part licked by this subservient woman who was old enough to be her mother.

Jeannie finally came up for air. She had obeyed her mistress, and now it was time for her to get her just reward.

"May I cum now, Jeannie?"

The teenager immediately straightened up and spun around. Before Jeannie could defend herself, Stacey's hand came around hard on her face.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"Quit nagging me, slutface. We have already agreed that I alone will decide when you cum; not you. Isn't that right?

Jeannie fell back onto the pavement, terror in her eyes, her hand covering Stacey's slap mark. She prayed that she could somehow deflect Stacey's anger.

"Yes, Stacey. I'm sorry. I'll be good from now on. You're right. You alone decide when I cum."

Stacey was mollified by Jeannie's show of abject contrition. The teenager tousled her sub's hair to let her know that her flash of anger had passed. The training was working better than the teenager had expected. Soon Jeannie would be all hers, body and soul. Stacey sat down next to Jeannie on the pavement and reached out her arms to enfold the older woman.

"Stacey Says kiss me, sweetie pie."

Jeannie obediently ground her hungry naked flesh against that of the younger girl. Her ample breasts pushed against Stacey's smaller ones. She pressed her mouth hard against the teenager's full lips and felt Stacey's tongue searching around inside her mouth. Jeannie responded by running her tongue around Stacey's own hot wet mouth.

As the deep soul kiss continued, Jeannie could feel her vagina spasming with pent up need. She had been so close to cumming in the last hour. Stacey's warm moist lips on hers were enflaming her passion almost beyond control.

Then, suddenly, an image of her daughter Michelle flashed through her brain. It was now her daughter whom she was kissing so ardently, not Stacey. Her vaginal muscles spasmed in lewd recognition of the fact that she was soul kissing her own daughter. Then, just as suddenly as it had come, the image of her daughter disappeared from her mind, then returned.

Jeannie moaned deep in her throat as she felt herself fantasy French kissing Michelle, letting their tongues entwine, tasting her young daughter's sweet saliva. Once again, her vagina spasmed in wanton lust. Then, the image disappeared and she was kissing Stacey once more.

After a few more minutes, Stacey broke the torrid soul kiss.

"Stacey Says now go ahead and play with my tits, you horny Mommybitch. I want you to pet me right now and really get me all hot for you. You know you want to."

Jeannie tentatively moved her hungry hand to Stacey's naked young breasts and began massaging her tenderly. She could feel Stacey's hard nipples press against her palm as she returned to her kissing. After a few more minutes of deep kissing, Jeannie could no longer breath. She pulled away to get a breath of air.

"Go ahead, baby. Suck it," Stacey cooed.

Jeannie suddenly found herself taking Stacey's turgid nipple into her mouth. She just couldn't seem to stop herself. She continued tenderly sucking and nibbling Stacey's nipple while the teenager reached under her and began twisting and tweezing the older woman's own tender nipple flesh between her thumb and forefinger.

Jeannie was now desperate for the touch of her new Mistress. Her legs splayed open and she timidly reached up and took one of Stacey's hands from her breast and placed it on her own thigh.

"Pleeeeease, Stacey. Pleeeeease," Jeannie whispered as she rubbed her heated flesh seductively against that of her tormentress.

Stacey leaned away from the older woman, a sweet smile of triumph on her face.

"Please what, baby?"

Jeannie did not want to say the words. But Stacey had made it plain that she would do nothing to relieve the older woman's need unless she expressly asked. So she plucked up her courage.

"Please Stacey. Please ... play with me."

Stacey cocked her head in mock curiosity.

"Play with you. Play with what, baby?"

Jeannie just had to say it. There was no other way.

"Pleeeeease, Stacey. Please play with my pussy."

Stacey smiled triumphantly. Her new pet was doing nicely. Jeannie looked longingly at her teen mistress, as if to say, 'Now that I've embarrassed myself in front of you, please don't tease me any more'.

"Do you really want me to play with that nasty little Mommypussy of yours?"

Jeannie nodded her head emphatically.

"Yesssss, Stacey. Please play with my Mommypussy."

"OK baby. Spread your legs as far as they will go, and I'll play with your little Mommypusspuss for you."

Jeannie immediate opened her legs wide and Stacey began sliding her hand along the older woman's proffered thigh. Jeannie wriggled and panted as Stacey teased and fondled. Stacey slid her hand very close to Jeannie's quim, but then slid it back down the older woman's thigh. Jeannie whimpered louder and louder in frustrated heat as Stacey teased and tormented her. Finally, after she had had enough fun making her new sub suffer, Stacey placed her fingers directly on Jeannie's slit and began to masturbate her slowly and rhythmically. The older woman sighed and squirmed on the end of her fingers.

"Stacey Says lie back on the pavement, baby girl. I want to watch you play with yourself some more while I play with your snizzypoo."

Jeannie immediately did as she was told.

"Stacey Says play with your tits for me, baby. I really get off watching one of my Mommy pets play with herself in front of me."

Jeannie was more than a little bit confused by Stacey's use of the phrase 'one of my Mommy pets', but complied with Stacey's order anyway. She slid her hands all around her sensitive tit flesh, raising goose bumps as she continued to fondle herself while the teenager watched her wanton exhibitionist performance.

"Stacey Says pinch your nipples and get them all nice and hard again for me, precious."

Stacey's eyes grew large as she watched the older woman rub her nipples with the palms of her hands. The teenager rewarded her toy's wanton obedience by increasing the friction of her fingers inside Jeannie's vaginal canal.

Jeannie's nipples responded to her salacious touch by becoming eraser hard, just like the first time she had played with herself. She began panting out loud as her turn on grew and grew.

"Stacey Says lift your right breast to your lips, baby girl, and suck on the hard nipple for me. Do it right this minute. It's such a trip watching little Mommies like you suck their own nipples."

Without a word of compliant, Jeannie reached underneath and lifted her breast to her lips. She sucked the turgid nipple into her wet mouth and began licking herself with her soft tongue. The sensuous feeling of licking her own nipple made the older woman want to explode. And she could see Stacey watching her with a self-satisfied smirk all over her face.

"You're such a little Mommyslut. Aren't you, Jeannie?"

Jeannie could not nod her head without letting go of the nipple she was sucking. So she just gave a low moan of agreement.

"That's my good little slutface. Now, Stacey Says lower your other hand to your Mommypussy and place it on top of mine. We're going to play with your nasty old sniz together. Won't that be fun?"

Slowly, Jeannie placed her hand on top of Stacey's. Then Stacey slid her own hand from under and pressed her secretion-dampened fingertips right on top of Jeannie's. Then she directed the older woman's fingers on just how she wanted her to play with herself.

"Your pussy is getting soaking wet. Isn't it, sweetie pie?"

Jeannie could feel the sex due covering her lips and just inside her canal. She spat out her nipple so she could respond.

"Yes, Stacey. You have made me sooo wet."

Stacey giggled.

"Stacey Says now slide two fingers inside yourself and play nasty with your pussy while I watch you make a real subby slut out of yourself for me."

Jeannie did as she was told. Her fingers pistoned in and out of her spasming vagina and became coated with a film of woman lust juice.

"Stacey Says finger fuck yourself, and look right at my face while you do it. I want you to know that I'm watching every sick slutty subby thing you do."

Jeannie wriggled at these humiliating words, and did as she was told. Her loins were burning up with pent up desire. She just had to cum soon.

"Pleeeeeeeeeease, Stacey. Pleeeeeease. I want to cummmmm soo bad."

Stacey laughed out loud.

"Stacey Says keep finger fucking yourself, you slut. But don't you dare cum until I tell you to."

Jeannie was crying now; big hot tears of frustration. Why wouldn't Stacey let her cum. She had been a good girl, and she really needed to cum right now. Her fingers were jerking inside her, scissoring wildly against the slick walls of her vagina. Her hips rose and fell off of the pavement as she jerked her pelvis up to meet her wild finger thrusts.

Suddenly Stacey reached over, grabbed her digital camera, and began snapping shots of Jeannie's lewd performance. Somewhere in the back of the older woman's mind, fear and disgust fluttered to the surface. But the remainder of her mind was focused on doing whatever Stacey said in hopes of being allowed finally to cum.

When Stacey had gotten enough pictures, she put the digital camera down, leaned way over her new toy, and whispered in her ear.

"Stacey Says you are a very sexy little subby bitch. Did you know that?"

Jeannie sighed and gurgled in blissful happiness as Stacey licked the inside of her ear.

"Yes I am a subby little bitch."

Stacey licked around inside the older woman's ear.

"Yes, baby. And whose little subby bitch are you from now on?"

The words tumbled out of Jeannie's mouth.

"I'm yours, Stacey. All yours from now on. I'm your subby bitch."

Stacey raised herself back up to look imperiously down at her new victim.

"Stacey Says tell me that you love me, Jeannie."

Jeannie said the words with all her heart.

"I love you, Stacey."

"Stacey Says say you love me more than anyone else in the whole world. Say it for me right this minute."

"I love you more than anyone else in this world, Stacey."

Jeannie was still crying, but now her tears were caused by the overwhelming joy she felt. She really did love Stacey more than anyone else in the world, and she would obey her in all things. She felt a rush of loving warmth course through her body and soul. She was finally where she belonged.

"Stacey Says take your fingers out of your pussy and lick all that nasty pusspusswet off of them while I watch you do it, precious. I bet your Mommypussy tastes real good."

Jeannie reluctantly left off masturbating herself and did as she was told. As she licked and sucked her mucus secretions off her fingers, the older woman was reminded of the times that Marcia had made her do just this kind of nasty, slutty thing to herself.

As she remembered, Jeannie wriggled and whimpered. She could tell that Stacey was going to make her do the same kinds of things all over again. And probably things even more degenerate as well.

While Jeannie continued to suck her fingers, Stacey lowered her hand and began playing with the older woman's vulva. Jeannie let a loud whimper of frustrated hunger escape her lips. Would Stacey allow her to cum, finally? In desperation, the older woman hunched her hips against the tormenting fingers, obscenely seeking the release she longed for.

Stacey laughed out loud.

"Oh yeah. Precious baby likes being played with. Widdle Jeannie sweetie pie is sooooo horny. She wants it sooooooo much. Doesn't she?"

Jeannie knew that she was debasing herself utterly in front of her teenage tormentor. But her will power was long gone. She really didn't care what she had to do to win Stacey's permission to cum.

Stacey slowly drove one, then two, then three of her long, tapering fingers deep inside the older woman's slippery, spasming canal. Jeannie distinctly felt the girl's middle fingernail scratch the very edge of her cervix and she made a high-pitched little squealing noise. Then Stacey slowly slid her tormenting fingers in and out... in and out... in and out.

"Stacey Says do you like it when I finger fuck my little precious pet?"

Jeannie was panting loudly now, her breath coming in sharp snatches. She leaned her head languidly against Stacey's naked shoulder and began absentmindedly licking the sweet, smooth girl flesh.

"Oh yeeeeeessssss. Your precious pet loves being finger fucked by you."

Stacey continued to drive her fingers into her sub's spasming slit.

"That's good Jeannie. And I just know how much you'll get off when I do this to you in front of that sweet little daughter of yours."

The thought of being made to subject herself to this kind of obscene exhibitionism in front of her daughter made Jeannie moan out loud with wanton hunger.

Stacey grabbed a handful of Jeannie's hair and pulled her away from her shoulder so that their eyes met.

"Stacey Says do you really, truly like being my little subby slavecunt, Jeannie baby?"

Jeannie sighed loudly, her eyelids half closed in perverse passion.

"Yessssss, Stacey. I love being your little subby slavecunt."

"Stacey Says then prove it by playing with your tits while I finger fuck my widdle subby pet. But don't you dare think about cumming on your own, you nasty little girl."

Jeannie moved her hands to her breasts and began fondling them once again. She teased and tweezed her eraser hard nipples. She wanted to cum soooooooo baaaaaaaaaaad.

"Stacey Says you're my little sluttycunny. Aren't you, baby."

Jeannie was falling down a well of degradation that she would never be able to climb out of ever again. And she knew it. And she did not care one bit. So long as Stacey continued to own her.

"Yes, oh yes, Stacey. I'm your little sluttycunny from now on. Yours, all yours."

The older woman rolled her body from side to side, rubbing her naked flesh obscenely against her teenage tormentor. She was sooooo hot.

Jeannie was gasping for air; she was so turned on. Stacey's probing, teasing fingers combined with her own breast fondling to drive the older woman nearly mad. Her humiliation at having been made to admit that Stacey did in fact own her merely added to the hot torment of her sexual distress. She just had to cum, and right away, too, or she would go completely mad.

Stacey could see just how very, very close the older woman was to disobeying her injunction against cumming. Suddenly, the teenager jerked her probing fingers completely out of Jeannie's soppy pussy, slapped her fondling hand away from her breast, grabbed one of her sub's nipples, and began squeezing it between her thumbnail and forefinger as hard as she could. Then she slapped Jeannie's other hand aside from her other breast and grasped that nipple. As Jeannie screamed a high-pitched scream of purest agony, Stacey twisted and pulled her nipples viciously.

Instinctively, Stacey reached up to pull the teenager's hands away from their excruciating work.

"Stacey Says put your hands back down by your sides, bitch. I didn't tell you to try to stop me from playing with you."

Jeannie, shocked as if she had been touched with a cattle prod, immediately lowered her hands to her sides and stood stark still while Stacey continued viciously to pull and squeeze her inflamed nipples.

Jeannie just stood there, not daring to move a muscle, even though the pain was just this side of absolutely unbearable. Big, hot tears streamed down her cheeks and little, timid, animal squeals escaped her lips. But she did not move.

Stacey, satisfied that Jeannie's need to cum had been suppressed for the moment, finally let go of her sub's nipples.

"Stacey Says I did that to you to keep you from cumming, Jeannie.

You don't want to disobey me. Do you, precious?"

Jeannie slowly shook her head 'no'. She did not want to disobey, but it was so hard for her not to accede to her body's wanton needs.

"Stacey Says tell me."

Jeannie kept her head bowed. She could not bring herself to look her mistress in the face.

"No, Stacey. I don't want to disobey you," the older woman said just above a whisper.

"And you know that when I punish you, it's for your own good. Don't you, baby."

Jeannie nodded again slowly, then got up enough courage to look directly into Stacey's inquiring eyes.

"Yes, Stacey. I know that when you punish me, it's for my own good."

Stacey reached up and tousled Jeannie's hair lovingly.

"That's right, baby. Now be a good girl and thank me sweetly for making sure that you obey me."

Jeannie shyly lowered her gaze once more. Her heart began to beat a little faster as she realized that she was being ordered to thank this teenage girl for punishing her.

"Thank you, Stacey. Thank you so much for punishing me so that I will be a good girl and obey you from now on."

As she said the words, Jeannie could feel just the slightest gush of cyprienne fluid leak from her vaginal canal onto her thigh. As the tiny orgasm came over her, she prayed with all her might that Stacey would not notice. She so desperately wanted to avoid any further punishment at the hands of her new owner.

Stacey smiled at her pet and gave her a sweet little kiss on the mouth. She ran her hands all over Jeannie's body; her breasts, her midriff, her hips, her buns. She wanted to enflame the older woman's passions once more. It was so much fun for the teenager to bring Jeannie to the very brink of orgasm, then deny it to her, either through a direct admonition not to cum, or through the administration of pain. Such fun.

When Stacey had caressed and fondled Jeannie to the point that she was just this side of cumming again, the teenager stepped away from the older woman who responded by whimpering piteously and begging once more for the release that only her young mistress could give her.

"Stacey Says you're too close to disobeying me again, you bad girl. Stacey Says beg me to punish you, so you'll cool back down a little bit."

Jeannie just about lost it at this point.

"Plllleeeeeeeaaasssseee, Stacey."

Stacey stamped her foot angrily.

"Stacey Says beg me to punish you right this very minute, you bad girl."

Jeannie could do nothing save surrender.

"Please punish me, Stacey," she said meekly. Stacey smiled broadly and Jeannie began to tremble with fear.

"That's my precious pet. Stacey Says lift up those sweet tits of yours so I can do as you ask. You know I want to help you be a good girl for me from now on."

Tremulously Jeannie placed her palms under her breasts and timorously offered them up to the teenager. Stacey slid her smooth palms around on the nipples until they responded into eraser hardness.

"Stacey Says it seems that the thought of being punished by me turns you on. Doesn't it, sweetie pie?"

Jeannie could only blush and nod her head in agreement.

"Well then. Stacey Says I'll do my best to punish you in such a way as to really turn you on. After all, you're my little precious baby, and I do want to make you happy."

Saying this, Stacey leaned over and pinched Jeannie's left nipple as hard as she could. Jeannie squealed as the pain coursed through her body. It was everything she could do to keep from pulling away. But some small part of her brain kept her from doing this. She just had to stand there and take the pain that Stacey was giving her."

After a brief time, Stacey stopped pinching and raised back up to face her victim.

"Stacey Says did that turn you on, baby girl?"

Jeannie cried out.

"No, Stacey. That did not turn me on. It huuuuurrrrrrtttttt."

Stacey unceremoniously jabbed her index finger deep into Jeannie's slit, then brought it out covered with secretions.

"Stacey Says I think you're lying to me, Jeannie. Your little snizzypoo is dripping like a faucet. Now doesn't that mean that you are turned on?"

Jeannie bowed her head in utter humiliation. Maybe it was the pain as well as the pleasure that turned her on so. She just did not know.

Stacey ran her warm, soothing hand over the tortured nipple. Once again, it sprang to rock hardness. Then the teenager allowed her fingers free access to the older woman's tormented breast. She kept at her erotic petting until she drew an ecstatic sigh from Jeannie.

"Stacey Says that's OK, Jeannie. I can give you pleasure and pain enough to keep you turned on from now on. So long as you continue to do whatever Stacey Says. Won't that be great fun?"

Jeannie could only nod her head in agreement. She was so afraid and so humiliated, and so very turned on.

"Stacey Says give me a great big sloppy kiss to thank me for being so good to you."

The 37 year-old-woman immediately fell into the arms of her 18-year-old owner. She hugged Stacey tightly to her, thrilling to the feel of the teenager's firm young body against her own more mature charms.

"Ummmmmm," Stacey purred. "Precious baby feels sooooo good to me. Now, Stacey Says kiss me until my toes curl, you nasty bad Mommy girl."

As Jeannie proffered her lips to her teen mistress, Stacey lovingly ran her fingers through the older woman's short hair. It was just wonderful making love to another woman; especially an older, completely pliant woman like Jeannie. Stacey slid her long, wet tongue inside Jeannie's mouth, intertwining it with her sub's. Jeannie whimpered deep in her throat and began slowly rubbing her pelvis against that of her teenage dom. The kiss seemed to go on forever, but Stacey finally pulled away. She smiled lovingly down at Jeannie.

"You're such a little subby slut. Aren't you, Jeannie? You're going to be such a good, obedient girl for me from now on."

As she spoke, the teenager once more slid her finger deep inside the older woman's slit and began to frig her slowly, teasingly.

Jeannie trembled as her dom continued to finger fuck her. She knew now that she would not be able to ever break Stacey's erotic hold over her no matter how hard she tried. She knew that she would obey the teenager in all things from now on for as long as Stacey wanted her to.

"Stacey Says do you want to cum for me, baby?

Jeannie looked up at her mistress.

"Only if you want me to, Stacey."

Stacey smiled, showing her even, white teeth. She flicked her tongue across them as though she were preparing for a feast. Which, of course, she was.

"Well, sweetie pie. Stacey Says I don't want you to cumcum just yet. However, I am getting very thirsty. So, Stacey Says go in the house and fix me a pitcher of iced tea, and serve it to me out here by the pool like a good little Mommysubby."

Jeannie was startled by this sudden shift in Stacey's manner, and more than a little disappointed that her mistress was not going to allow her to cum just yet. She was also embarrassed by the prospect of fixing the tea and serving it to the teenager while in the nude, especially since Stacey had collected her own short shorts and crop top and was putting them on.

"But, Stacey. I...."

Stacey looked up from putting on her clothes.

"Stacey Says fix me some iced tea and serve it to me out here. Now, either go and do what Stacey Says, or get ready to be punished again. And this time, I won't be so easy on you."

Stacey just stood there with her hands on her hips, waiting for Jeannie to decide. Jeannie thought about it for another minute, then turned around and slowly and sheepishly went inside the house to do what Stacey Said. She looked back over her shoulder to see a broad smile of satisfaction grow across Stacey's face.

As Jeannie walked through her quiet house to the kitchen, she felt a strong sense of deep humiliation. Here she was, an adult woman and mother, meekly obeying the depraved orders of a girl less than half her age. She was slinking through her own house naked as the day she was born just to provide perverse amusement for her teenage mistress. And she did not even have the satisfaction of having been allowed to relieve her pent up sexual frustration through orgasm. What was it about her that made her need to obey this girl, to placate and please her, to submit totally to her most erotic whim?

When she returned to her back yard a few minutes later, Jeannie carried a tray with a pitcher of iced tea and two glasses on it. She set the tray down carefully on the pavement beside the lawn chair where Stacey lay, taking in the sun. Stacey looked over at the older woman languidly and admired Jeannie's swaying breasts as she leaned over to put down the tray. The teenager smiled as she thought to herself, 'mine, all mine'.

Jeannie saw her mistress smile as she stood back up to await instructions. That insolent smile generated a little sex twinge deep inside her. She did want to make Stacey satisfied in her performance of her duties.

"Stacey Says pour me a glass of tea, silly willy."

Jeannie quickly reached down, picked up the pitcher, and poured some tea into one of the glasses. Then she began to pour a glass for herself as well.

"Stacey Says stop. I don't remember saying that you could have any tea."

Jeannie looked sheepishly down at her teen mistress.

"But Stacey. I'm thirsty too."

The teenager raised up off the lawn chair as if she were going to reach out and strike the older woman.

"Too bad, slutface. I'll tell you when you can have a drink. But right now Stacey Says get the suntan lotion and put some on my arms and legs. I sure don't want to burn out here by the pool."

Jeannie immediately got the suntan lotion and began applying it to Stacey's smooth legs. She exalted in the erotic feel of the girl's sexy skin and strongly muscled legs. The sheer subservient intimacy of being commanded to put suntan lotion on the girl's legs while she was stark naked made Jeannie ooze.

"You like feeling up my sexy legs. Don't you Jeannie?"

Jeannie looked up at her mistress.

"Yes, Stacey. I like feeling up your legs."

Stacey giggled as she lifted her leg so Jeannie could put lotion on the back of her calf and thigh.

As she applied the lotion, Jeannie knew deep in her soul that each new confession that Stacey drew out of her was one more rung down the ladder of depravity. But she just could not seem to resist.

"Well Stacey Says put some on my arms as well, baby. I like your hands on me."

Jeannie did as she was told.

Stacey then languidly removed her crop top, got up from the lawn chair, and lay on her tummy on the warm pavement by the pool. All the while, Jeannie looked hungrily at her Mistress's revealed charms.

"Stacey Says put some on my back, precious. So I don't burn."

Jeannie happily applied more lotion to Stacey's back. She let her lotion-covered hands rove all over the teenager's back from her shoulders down to the waistband of her short shorts, then back up.

When she was finished applying the lotion, Jeannie stood up and awaited orders.

"Stacey Says now hand me my tea, sweetie pie."

Jeannie picked up the glass of iced tea and placed it on the pavement beside the girl. Stacey then raised up just enough to be able to put the glass to her lips. Then she drank liberally from the glass until it was empty.

Jeannie could see a portion of the girl's firm, pert breasts as she drank, and the erotic sight of her turned the older woman on all over again. Stacey was so beautiful, so desirable.

"Stacey Says pour me some more tea and bring it down here to me, baby."

Jeannie picked up the empty glass and refilled it from the pitcher. Then she squatted down close to the pavement and handed Stacey the glass.

"Are you still thirsty, pet?"

"Yes, Stacey. I'm still thirsty. May I have a drink too, please?"

"Sure. Why not? But you can't get it from a glass, baby. You'll have to get it from me direct."

Jeannie was puzzled.

"How do I do that, Stacey?"

"From my mouth of course, precious pet. At least, this time from my mouth."

Stacey took a sip of iced tea from the glass and held it in her mouth; waiting. Jeannie looked at her mistress, all confusion. Then she figured out what she was required to do. She leaned over, placed her lips firmly against those of Stacey, and waited patiently for her drink.

Stacey opened her mouth slightly and allowed the tea to flow slowly from her mouth into Jeannie's. The older woman could taste a hint of Stacey's saliva as she drank her tea. And it turned her on hard. This was true intimacy, to be getting her drink this way.

When Jeannie had swallowed her tea, Stacey took yet another mouthful from the glass and let her sub drink just like a mother bird feeds a baby. This continued until Jeannie wasn't thirsty any more.

Each tea filled kiss turned Jeannie on more and more. How totally submissive to only be able to quench your thirst in this depraved manner. Her vaginal canal was spasming continuously now with raw lust.

"Did you get a good drink, baby?"

Jeannie sighed and nodded her head happily.

"Yes, Stacey. That was a very good drink."

"Good girl. Stacey Says that from time to time, when I'm around you and I say 'Stacey Says', you only can drink if you get it from me. Sometimes I'll let you drink from my mouth. Other times ...."

Jeannie did not exactly know what Stacey had meant by her last statement. But she was certain that she would obey the girl completely and receive her liquid refreshment as Stacey prescribed from now on. One more rung down the ladder.

After a time, Stacey raised up on the pavement and turned over on her back.

"Now that you've had your drink, Stacey Says put some of that lotion on my breasts for me before I get sunburned."

Jeannie happily obeyed her mistress's order. She smoothed the silky suntan lotion all over the girl's sweet breasts. Stacey closed her eyes and made happy little sex sounds as the older woman spread the lotion on her body.

"Stacey Says put some on my tummy too, baby."

Jeannie happily complied. She molded her hand to the teenager's flat midriff and applied the lotion. It was just so wonderful serving her mistress this way.

When Stacey was satisfied that Jeannie had done a good job, she raised up her hips off the pavement.

"Stacey Says take off my short shorts and put some lotion on my pubes, sweetie pie. I want to get an all over suntan."

Jeannie reached out and slid the short shorts from Stacey's slender hips. She put the discarded short shorts on the pavement and began slowly rubbing lotion all around the teenager's loins. Stacey began making low, sexy sounds deep in her throat as Jeannie continued her sensual task.

"You do want to play with my pussy, don't you Jeannie?" the girl asked languidly, as if in a dream.

At that moment, Jeannie wanted the privilege of petting her mistress more than anything else in the world.

"Yes, Stacey. I want to very much."

"Well then Stacey Says play with my little pusspuss for me,baby.

Jeannie allowed her fingers to rove intimately all over Stacey's sex; all the way from her turgid little clitoris all the way down her moist outer lips down to her puckered little rose. Then her suntan lotion covered finger traveled slowly back up to flick the little nubbin, then start down again. Stacey parted her thighs a little to allow her sub more room to play with her. Then she sighed languidly.

"Stacey Says put your finger up inside, baby. Do me good."

Jeannie slid her index finger deep inside the tight canal. She could feel the mucus-covered walls squeeze her probing finger tight. She knew that she was turning her mistress on, and she was happy.

For a while, Stacey just lay there being finger fucked by her devoted sub. Then she decided that it was time to go on to the next thing.

"Stacey Says stop playing with me, baby. I've had enough for right now."

Jeannie reluctantly slid her secretions-covered finger from Stacey's slit. She sat quietly, hands in her lap, awaiting her mistress's next command.

"Stacey says put some suntan lotion all over yourself. I don't want my precious baby to burn out here in the sun."

Jeannie took up the bottle of suntan lotion and used her other hand to apply it to her body. She let her hand rove over her breasts, down her tummy, and all up and down her long legs. Stacey watched her put the lotion on, making suggestions from time to time when she wanted to watch the older woman apply it to a particular area. She even made Jeannie stand up and apply lotion to her own posteriors and up her back as far as she could reach.

When she was satisfied that Jeannie had covered as much of her naked body as she could, she ordered the older woman to lie beside her on the pavement where they could both sunbathe together.

"Stacey Says, from now on, when it's just us two girls alone, I want you completely naked for me unless I tell you otherwise. I love looking at your body and knowing that it's mine, all mine. I want you to be naked for me to remind you that you belong to me and to no one else but me. Do you understand me, baby girl?"

Jeannie looked over at her mistress and sighed.

"Yes, Stacey. I understand. And I will do what Stacey Says."

The teenager reached out and ran her hand tenderly over the older woman's rump.

"that's a good Mommy girl."

The two women, mistress and submissive, continued to lie by the pool until the sun went behind the high fence. Then it began getting a little cool, and Stacey decided it was time to go inside.

"Stacey Says lets go inside, Jeannie. I want to stay with you overnight, and that means I want you to call my mother and tell her that that's what I'm doing."

The two naked females got up and went inside Jeannie's house.

"Do you think your mother will mind if you stay over?" Jeannie asked, more than a hint of anxiety in her voice.

Stacey looked at Jeannie in such a manner as to convince the older woman that she had better stop asking questions and just do as she was told.

As they stood by the phone and Stacey gave Jeannie the phone number to punch, the teenager allowed her hand to rove all over the older woman's naked body. She poked and prodded, pinched, and tweezed until it was everything Jeannie could do to punch out the right code.

"Hello."

"Yes, Is this Mrs. Willis?"

"Yes, this is Mrs. Willis. Who is this."

Jeannie gulped at the thought of having to tell the woman who she was. But Stacey had given her no other option.

"Mrs. Willis, this is Jeannie Long from next door. Stacey is over here and she wants to spend the night here. Is that OK with you?"

There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

"She wants to stay over with you?"

"Yes, Mrs. Willis. Is that OK."

There was another long pause. Before Stacey's mother could answer, Stacey grabbed the handset from Jeannie.

"Mother. This is Stacey. I'm sleeping with Jeannie tonight. Do you understand?"

Jeannie could not hear Mrs. Willis' reply, but she saw Stacey's face harden into anger.

"Mother. I'm going to sleep with Jeannie tonight. And she's going to let me. Now, I'll see you sometime tomorrow when I come over to get some more clothes. I'm going to spend the next few days over here.

Jeannie could hear Mrs. Willis' reply but she could not make out the words. The from her tone, Stacey's mother was distressed by the prospect of her daughter being away from home.

"OK mother. I'll see you tomorrow sometime. Meanwhile, you can play with yourself as much as you want to, but Stacey Says you can't cum until I tell you to in person tomorrow."

As she heard Stacey's words, Jeannie almost fainted dead away. Stacey clearly had forced her own mother into sexual servitude just as she had with Jeannie herself. What kind of person subjugates her own mother?

Suddenly, Jeannie got a mental glimpse of what lay in store for her. Stacey was not only planning to sleep with her tonight, but she was planning to stay with her for a few days. Jeannie knew that she would have to get Michelle from her sister tomorrow and bring them home. What kinds of plans did Stacey have for her little girl? Oh God. Where was this going?

As Stacey spoke to her mother, she let her fingers plunder around Jeannie's most intimate parts. She teased, she tormented, she tantalized. Her fingers promised Jeannie a sexual bliss she had never before experienced in her life, even with Marcia. Jeannie's fear for her daughter slowly faded as her lust hunger overwhelmed everything else in her mind. She did not even notice when Stacey finally hung up the phone.

As the teenager continued to fondle and pet, Jeannie grew limper and more compliant. She allowed her head to rest languidly on the girl's breast. She was awash in lust for Stacey, and she just could not escape.

Stacey looked down at her mesmerized pet and smiled.

"Stacey Says, someday soon Mommy girl, when you are truly mine, I'm going to bring you over to my house. Then I'm going to put you and Mother together and watch while you get each other off. I just know that it will turn me way on to see two grown up womensluts like you do the nasty together. I just can't wait to see you two use your wet pink tongues and long fingers on each other. I bet I shoot up ten discs of digital."

Stacey giggled softly as she continued to feel up her subby. Like Jeannie Stacey was getting turned way on.

Suddenly, the teenager broke away from her sub's intimate embrace and sat down in an armchair. As Jeannie watched, Stacey slowly parted her smooth thighs so that the older woman could clearly see her inviting slit. Then Stacey lifted her long, smooth legs so that they rested on the arms of the chair. Jeannie's mind became a whirlwind of humiliation and erotic pleasure. She was so ashamed of herself when she realized that what she wanted more than anything in the world right then was to be ordered to taste her mistress. Still and all, she prayed fervently that this was what Stacey wanted as well.

Stacey looked directly at Jeannie, Smiled wickedly, and patted her naked thigh

"Stacey Says come here little girl. Come here to me. I've got a treat for my precious baby."

Jeannie sensed that Stacey was calling her just as if she were a pet. And that is exactly what Jeannie was, of course. She was Stacey's pet from now on, and she knew it.

Jeannie fell to her knees and crawled between Stacey's thighs. She leaned over until her face rested on the seat of the chair, just inches away from her goal. She waited dutiful for Stacey to give her the command she longed for.

Stacey looked down at the top of the older woman's head, her nose almost touching Stacey's down covered pubes. She smiled and tousled the older woman's hair.

"Good girl. You know you belong to me now. You can smell me now. And you know that when you taste me, I'm going to mark you with my scent. Then you'll be mine forever."

Jeannie wriggled all over her naked body at the teenager's approval.

"Stacey Says taste your mistress. You know you want to."

Jeannie did want to. She immediately extended her long tongue and lapped softly up and down the teenager's swollen lips. She could taste Stacey's salt-sweet secretions and they tasted to her like the very best thing in this whole world. Only for a second did Marcia's pussy flash through Jeannie's mind. Stacey tasted much, much better.

The 37 year old continued her licking until Stacey reached down and grabbed the back of her head, shoving the older woman's face deep between her legs. Jeannie obediently opened her mouth as wide as it would go and began licking and sucking her mistress for all she was worth. The sex-driven woman was ravenous to take in as much of the girl's vulva as she could into her mouth. Stacey obliged by pressing her pelvis hard against the older woman's hungry mouth and letting out little high pitched squeals of ecstasy as Jeannie's tongue jabbed into her hypersensitive canal. Then, suddenly, the teenager clamped her well-muscled thighs together around Jeannie's face and began to buck her hips as the spasms of an approaching orgasm overtook her. Finally, she came, gushing a little stream of cyprienne fluid onto Jeannie's face. As her orgasm took her over, Stacey squeezed her thighs together like a vice, causing Jeannie nearly to faint from lack of oxygen. But eventually the teenager relaxed enough so that her sub could gasp in great lungfuls of air.

Jeannie gazed worshipfully up at her mistress, and Stacey looked down regally at her sub. Jeannie's face was shiny with Stacey's spent orgasm. She stuck out her tongue and licked her mistress's taste from all around her mouth. Then she smacked her lips and smiled.

"Do I taste good, baby?"

Jeannie nodded her head emphatically.

"Yes, Stacey. You taste wonderful."

Stacey smiled broadly.

"I'm glad, precious. Because you are going to be doing this for a long time to come. You see, I've marked you now with my scent.

You belong to me from now on, and I want you to be happy as my subby little cumslut."

Jeannie wriggled at the word 'cumslut'. That's just what she was, and she knew it. And Stacey was never going to allow her to forget it, either.

Stacey stood up suddenly and headed for the kitchen.

"Stacey Says I'm hungry. Fix me something good to eat,Jeannie."

Jeannie got up slowly from the floor. Once again, she felt disappointment at not being able to find her own release, just as she had given release to her teenage mistress. But Stacey had given her an order and she could not ignore it.

The older woman meekly followed her teen mistress into the kitchen and set about the process of fixing a light dinner for them both consisting of soup and sandwiches. As Jeannie prepared the meal, Stacey sat at the little breakfast table and watched. She observed every movement the naked older woman made, the stretch of her arms, the shifting of her legs, the swell of her breasts, the plumpness of her rump, the momentary exposure of one or the other of her secret charms. It was quite the turn on for the teenage dom to observe this 37-year-old woman whom she had conquered and bent to her will. As she continued to watch, Stacey allowed herself to daydream about all the possibilities having Jeannie for a sub opened up. Stacey shivered just a little when she thought about Michelle. She had seen enough of her sweet young body yesterday out by the pool to convince her that she wanted to see even more. And she hoped that Jeannie's daughter liked playing Stacey Says as much as she did.

When dinner was ready, Jeannie served out two bowls of soup and placed two sandwiches on plates on the breakfast table; one meal for Stacey and one for her. But before she could sit down to her own meal, Stacey stopped her.

"Stacey Says feed me, Jeannie."

Jeannie was totally non-plussed by Stacey's order. She stood there in front of the girl, not knowing what to do.

Stacey looked up at her with a glint of anger in her eye. Jeannie shrank back.

"Stacey Says feed me. Go ahead, Mommydumbo. Pick up the sandwich and hold it up to my mouth so I can eat it."

Jeannie tentatively picked up the sandwich off Stacey's plate and held it to the girl's lips. Stacey took a bite and began chewing slowly. When she had swallowed the chewed bite, Jeannie held the bitten sandwich to her lips once more.

"Stacey Says no, Mommydumbo. I want some soup, now."

Jeannie dropped the partially-eaten sandwich onto Stacey's plate as if she had been slapped, then immediately picked up the soup spoon and dipped it into the bowl. A new wave of humiliation washed over the older woman as she held the soupspoon close to Stacey's lips. What could possibly be more degrading than having to actually feed her mistress bite by bite as she stood there, completely naked and vulnerable? But, humiliating as this was, it reaffirmed her status in this relationship; and Stacey's as well.

And that turned Jeannie on.

As she continued to feed the girl soup and sandwich, Jeannie noticed a tiny itch around her nether lips as a trickle of secretion dribbled out of her onto her thigh. Debasing herself like this was actually turning the woman on. Stacey sensed it as well, and she allowed her hand to slide up the older woman's inner thigh until she encountered the little trickle of sexjuice.

"You're getting wet feeding me like this. Aren't you, Jeannie?"

Jeannie nodded slowly, a bright flush suffusing her cheeks.

"I just knew you would. So Stacey Says that from now on, when we're together and I say 'Stacey Says', you'll feed me this way. 'Cause when you feed me like this, it reinforces in your tiny Mommy mind that you belong to me. Do you understand what you are to do and why you are to do it, baby?"

Jeannie nodded once again. She understood what was expected of her, and, despite herself, it turned her on to be used this way by her teenage mistress. She knew it was sick, but she just could not help herself.

When Stacey had finished her dinner, she looked up at Jeannie with an inquiring smirk on her face.

"Are you hungry, baby?"

Jeannie found that she was suddenly quite hungry indeed.

"Yes, I'm hungry."

Stacey looked up sharply.

"Yes, I'm hungry what?"

Jeannie stepped back a pace when she saw the sudden flair of anger in Stacey's eyes.

"Yes, I'm hungry, Stacey," she said meekly.

But Stacey was not mollified. She reached out her hand and imperiously swatted the older woman on the butt. Jeannie squealed in pain at the unexpected slap.

"Yes, I'm hungry, Stacey who?"

Jeannie did not know what she was supposed to say. She just stood there, fear rising in her as she watched Stacey get more and more angry.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Three resounding smacks on her butt brought Jeannie to a rigid attention in front of her dom.

"Stacey who, Mommydumbo?"

Jeannie thought and thought, but she just did not understand what Stacey wanted her to say.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Jeannie's butt cheeks were turning pink from being spanked by the teenage girl. Still, she just stood there and allowed herself to be spanked, not even being aware of what her offense was, but knowing that if Stacey wanted to spank her, she must just take it.

Stacey stopped hand spanking the older woman and allowed her spanking hand to rove possessively all over Jeannie's butt cheeks.

"Who am I, baby?" the teenager said in a suddenly sweet voice as she continued to fondle the older woman's hot butt.

Jeannie unconsciously pressed her butt cheeks against Stacey's exploring hand as she tried to think of what to say.

"Who am I?"

"Why, you're Stacey."

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"You're Stacey. Pleeeeease tell me what to say. I don't know what you want."

By now, Jeannie was getting a little hysterical. She so wanted to please the girl, and she wanted the spanking to stop. But she did not know what to do.

Stacey stopped spanking the older woman and returned to fondling her butt. She allowed her index finger to wander into the crack and play languidly with Jeannie's little pucker. Jeannie instinctively pushed against the plundering fingertip.

"Come on, baby. Who am I?"

As the teenager's finger pressed against the tight pucker of the older woman's sphincter, Jeannie finally understood what Stacey wanted her to say.

"You're Mistress Stacey."

The exquisite feel of Stacey's finger invading her tight rear tunnel rewarded Jeannie.

"That's right, precious. I'm Mistress Stacey. And Stacey Says that from now on when we're together, you will address me as Mistress Stacey."

Jeannie nodded her head in understanding as she pressed back wantonly against the invading finger. It was heaven for the older woman, having her little rosette played with so erotically.

She would do anything if it would persist. Stacey continued to plunder her for a few more minutes, then she pulled her finger out and wiped its tip along the older woman's moist crack.

"So, are you hungry, baby."

Jeannie knew what was expected of her.

"Yes, Mistress Stacey. I'm very hungry. Please, may I eat my dinner now ."

Jeannie desperately wanted Stacey to continue feeling her up, and she knew that she would have to debase herself totally in front of this teenage vixen if she was to have any hope that Stacey might eventually accommodate her need for release.

"That's a good girl, Jeannie," Stacey said as she began fondling the older woman's butt flesh once more. Jeannie wriggled and whined like a puppy being petted by its mistress. She could not help it. It felt so good and she needed it so much.

"Stacey Says put some soup in my mouth and I'll feed you, baby."

A flash of self-disgust ripped through Jeannie's mind at the thought of being fed in this perverse manner. But her disgust was almost immediately submerged in a hot wave of depraved lust. How much more sick intimacy could two people share? Jeannie suddenly hungered to feel Stacey's soft, full lips on hers and she yearned to taste the warm soup as it was being transferring from the mouth of her Mistress to her own more than she had ever wanted anything before.

Jeannie dipped the spoon into her soup bowl and placed the spoon up to Stacey's lips. The teenager slurped up the soup and waited for Jeannie to lean over and place her lips on hers. Then, just as with the tea, the teenager parted her lips and allowed the warm soup to ooze into the older woman's mouth. Jeannie sucked in the soup and swallowed it down. Her loins burned and itched with sexlust as she continued to be fed in this perverse manner. Finally, the bowl was empty.

"Does my precious baby want her sandwich now?"

"Yes, Mistress Stacey," Jeannie said enthusiastically. "I want my sandwich now. Please."

"Well then, you know what to do to get it. Don't you, baby?"

Jeannie knew beyond doubt what she must do, and the sick thought of it made her nearly mad with lust..

Without saying another word, Jeannie picked up her sandwich and held it in front of her mistress's lips. Stacey took a big bite and began to chew until her mouth was filled with a glob of bread and meat. Jeannie leaned over and put her lips against those of her mistress, and then Stacey opened her mouth wide to allow her sub to feed.

Jeannie stuck her long tongue deep inside the teenager's mouth and scooped out a gobbet of the sandwich. She took it into her own mouth and began chewing slowly. Then she swallowed.

At first, Jeannie was not sure whether she could keep the glob of pre-chewed food down. Her urge to wretch it back up was very strong. But her sexlust overcame her nausea, and she kept it down somehow. Her pussy dripped like a faucet as she placed her mouth on that of her mistress and tongue scooped out another gobbet of pre-chewed sandwich, which she then chewed like a cud until she swallowed it.

As this feeding continued, Stacey ran her hand along the older woman's leg until she encountered her puffy and dew coated lips. They the girl drove two slender fingers inside and scissored them against the spasming walls. She could feel the hot, sticky, mucus covered fingers being squeezed by Jeannie's pussy. Her sub was obviously almost over the edge.

While Jeannie continued to feed, she rubbed her legs together unconsciously, increasing the sex stimulation she was receiving at the hands of her teenage mistress. It felt sooooo good.

Finally, Jeannie finished her sandwich, swallowing the last pre-chewed bite. Her hips bucked against the palm of Stacey's hand as she impaled herself on the teenager's fingers. She was so close.

But Stacey had no intentions of allowing her woman sub to get herself off right then. She had an entire evening of humiliation and torment planned for Jeannie, and she did not feature being disappointed. So she abruptly slid her fingers out of the older woman's slit and went about the business of licking her digits clean of the woman's secretions.

"Ummmmmmmmmmm. Stacey Says what a great dessert."

Jeannie wiggled her butt like a happy pup at her mistress's complement. She was ecstatic at the notion that she was pleasing the girl. The more Stacey was happy with her submissive performance, the more likely the girl was to allow her to cum.

"OK, baby. Clean up the dinner dishes so we can get back to my picture taking. I want to get some more cool shots of that sexy bod of yours."

Jeannie did as she was told while Stacey sat at the table and watched her. Stacey had to admit that for a woman in early middle age, Jeannie still had a very attractive body. This made the teen girl smile. She so liked making females surrender to her, and she most certainly had a "thing" for submissive older women. Subbys like Jeannie brought out the sexvixen in her. It was like icing on the cake that her latest conquest looked as enticing as she did. And, since the acorn does not fall far from the oak, Stacey had every expectation that Michelle was going to be as alluring as their Mommy when she finally got to see her naked. What fun.

When Jeannie finished cleaning up after dinner, Stacey got up from the table and walked over to her.

"Stacey Says let's go into your bedroom, baby and see if you have any sexy things that I can dress you up in. 'Cause I want some really slutty shots of you that I can look at whenever we are apart. That'll remind me that you belong to me."

Jeannie meekly followed her mistress into her bedroom and obediently stood by the bed awaiting instructions. Stacey immediately began rummaging around in Jeannie's chest of drawers looking for sexy underwear and lingerie. When she found something that had possibilities, the teenager tossed it onto the bed. At the end of her rummage, there was a small pile of skimpy panties, pushup bras, and a baby doll sleep set on the bed.

For the next hour or so, Stacey dressed Jeannie in various combinations of bras and panties and snapped away. She posed the older woman to accentuate her breasts, butt, and legs. She also insisted that Jeannie's facial expressions match the salaciousness of her poses. The teenage tormentress also forced Jeannie to slide her hand inside her panties and masturbate herself while Stacey clicked away. But she never allowed the older woman to cum.

By the end of the shoot, Jeannie was one all over blush. She had never before in her life been made to flaunt her body in the ways that Stacey demanded. And she knew that each time Stacey snapped a digital picture of her, she was climbing down yet another rung on the ladder of total degradation.

Stacey was more than happy with the results of the shoot. Not only did she have a set of discs chock full of sexy pictures of her little subby, but the threat of showing the pictures was an added inducement for Jeannie to behave herself.

At the end of the hour, Stacey put down her camera.

"Stacey Says, since we've found all the sexy things you have to pose in right now, let's go into Michelle's room and see if we can find anything I like there. We'll buy you some more nice, sexy stuff later."

Jeannie froze at Stacey's latest command. She really did not want her daughter brought into her relationship with Stacey, even if it only involved the teenager rummaging around in her things.

"Please, Stacey. Let's not do that. I'll find some other things in here that you will like me in."

Stacey whirled around, hands on hips, and faced her sub.

"Jeannie. Do I have to punish you again to remind you that you agreed to do whatever Stacey Says?"

As Jeannie stood there, frozen with fear, Stacey snatched up a wooden yardstick from the corner and swung it against the older woman's butt very hard.

SMACK "Don't" SMACK "ever" SMACK "say" SMACK "no" SMACK "to" SMACK "me" SMACK "when" SMACK "I" SMACK "say" SMACK "Stacey" SMACK "Says."

Jeannie squealed in agony and tried to run away from Stacey's vicious yardstick. But the girl changed her stance and slashed the older woman across her rump.

SMACK "Don't" SMACK "ever" SMACK "try" SMACK "to" SMACK "run" SMACK "away" SMACK "from" SMACK "me" SMACK "when" SMACK "I'm" SMACK "punishing" SMACK "you."

Jeannie's butt was now a bright pink from the tormenting thrashing she had received. She squealed in terror. The older woman fell to the floor and began rolling around as if she were demented.

Jeannie's dire straits moved Stacey not one bit. She continued to lash out with the yardstick, swatting the older woman indiscriminately. By the time her arm had gotten tired, Jeannie had become a squealing mass of hysterical fear and pain lying in a fetal position in the middle of her bedroom floor. Jeannie sobbed and whimpered with her arms covering her face. Sometime during the thrashing, she had lost control of her bladder and she now lay in a puddle of her own urine.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeease. No more, pleeeeeeeeeease."

Stacey walked over to where her sub lay and placed her foot imperiously on the woman's side. Then she rolled her onto her back. Jeannie did nothing to protect herself. She was totally broken.

"Stacey Says take your arms away from your face."

There was an uncompromising sternness in Stacey's voice that cut right through Jeannie's pain and hysteria. Just as if she had been shocked, the older woman jerked her arms away from her face and rested them at her sides. She knew that she was now completely vulnerable to anything the teenager chose to do to her, but she did not have the physical or mental strength to resist any further.

Stacey placed the sole of her foot right on Jeannie's panting mouth.

"Stacey Says lick your mistress's foot."

Immediately, the terror stricken woman began laving the proffered sole of Stacey's foot.

"Stacey Says lick and suck the toes, you nasty Mommysubby slut. Lick me and remember who you belong to."

Jeannie rushed to obey. By the time she was through, Stacey's toes were shiny with her saliva.

"Stacey Says lick the rest of my foot, Mommycumslut."

Jeannie did as she was told right away. And as she did, she noted that the pain in her butt was slowly receding, to be replaced with a growing burning in her loins. She was turning on again as Stacey made her lie there in her own piss and lick the teenager's outstretched foot.

When Stacey observed that Jeannie had calmed down she drew her foot away.

"Stacey Says you have been a very bad girl, Jeannie. Peeing on yourself like that, then rolling in it. Stacey Says clean up your mess right now."

Jeannie slowly raised up off the hardwood floor to get something to wipe up her mess. Stacey placed her foot on the older woman's head and pushed her back to the floor.

"Stacey Says lick it up with your tongue, slut. I want to watch you lick up your own piss just like the subby little Mommyslut you are."

Jeannie looked up at her mistress wide eyed with disbelief. Then she resignedly turned her head and began licking up her urine. Watching her, Stacey laughed out loud.

When the floor was clean, Stacey let Jeannie sit up.

"Now, Stacey Says get your slutty body into Michelle's room like I told you, and let's see if we can find anything of hers that would look sexy on you."

Jeannie slowly got up from the floor and meekly trailed after her mistress. The taste of her urine was strong in her mouth, and it reminded her of her new, subservient status as Stacey's sextoy.

"Mistress Stacey?" she said diffidently as they walked down the hall.

"Yes, Jeannie. What is it."

Jeannie began crying.

"I'm so sorry, Mistress Stacey. I was a very bad girl not to obey you. Please forgive me. Please, Mistress Stacey. Please."

Stacey turned to face her sub. There was a satisfied smirk all over her face. She reached out her hand and began toying with the older woman's breast.

"So you know that you were a bad girl, do you, Mommy girl?"

Jeannie nodded and tried her best to stop crying. She could feel the growing arousal deep inside her as Stacey continued to pet her. Maybe Stacey would forgive her, after all.

"And you know I punished you for your own good. Don't you, precious?"

Another nod accompanied by sniffly sobs.

Stacey used her other hand to stroke the older woman's hair and comfort her.

"And you agree to do whatever I say from now on. Don't you, sweetie pie?"

Another nod of Jeannie's head.

"And you want to be my good little girl from now on and do whatever Stacey Says. Don't you, Jeannie?"

Another nod and a sheepish, hopeful look. Jeannie knew she needed someone strong like Stacey to obey. And she also knew she needed the teenager's hands on her hungry body.

"And now you want me to take nasty pictures of you wearing Michelle's sexy undies. Don't you, baby girl?"

Another nod and a shy look. Despite herself, Jeannie was warming to the notion of her being made to subject herself to being photographed in lewd poses wearing her 16-year-old daughter's bra and panties.

"And, you truly want me to take pictures of you in little Michelle's undies. Don't you, Jeannie baby?"

Another shy look followed by another nod. Jeannie was embarrassed to have to admit it, but that was exactly what she wanted Stacey to do to her. She was certain that once Stacey had those incriminating photographs in her possession, that she would never be free. Jeannie would belong totally to her teenage mistress for as long as Stacey wanted her. The older woman wriggled at the thought. This made Stacey laugh at her.

"You're such a good little cumslut for me, baby. And, guess what. Maybe if you're real good for Mistress Stacey, she'll play with that nasty old Mommypussy of yours right through Michelle's snuggy little pannies until you cumcum all over her fingers for her."

Jeannie wriggled once more at the lewd prospect of being brought to orgasm while wearing her little girl's panties.

"You'd like that. Wouldn't you, baby."

Jeannie nodded her head emphatically.

"Yes, Mistress Stacey. I'd like that a lot."

"Well then, Stacey Says let's see what kinds of sexy things we can find for you to put on for me, baby."

For the next few minutes dom and sub rummaged through Michelle's underwear drawer and found some panties that Stacey thought Jeannie might look sexy in. They found an iridescent lacy pink pair and a tight blue thong that Jeannie did not even know that her daughter owned. Jeannie put on the pink pair, which encased her crotch so tightly that the outline of her labia was distinct against the sheer material of the gusset. When she was ready, Stacey posed her on her daughter's bed; making her arrange herself in compromising positions and even toy around with some of Michelle's stuffed animals as if she were a coquettish teen girl herself.

Throughout the session, Jeannie could feel her own horniness growing within her. She knew that the pictures Stacey was shooting of her were highly suggestive. Anyone who saw them would know right away just what kind of a woman she was. She also knew that Stacey would not hesitate to use these pictures, along with the ones she had taken earlier, to blackmail her. And the thought of being made to provide her mistress with the very things that would strengthen the girl's hold over her excited the older woman beyond belief. Jeannie had made her decision to become Stacey's submissive, and now there was no turning back. Stacey would see to that.

When she was satisfied with the shots she had gotten of Jeannie in Michelle's pink panties, Stacey made her take them off and replace them with her daughter's ultra tight thong. Then, as before, the teenager posed the older woman in ways that documented her status as Stacey's submissive sextoy.

"You like it when I take these kinds of nasty sexy pictures of you. Don't you, precious?"

Blushing anew, Jeannie nodded her head 'yes'.

"Well, I like it too, baby. You look sooo sexy nasty in your daughter's panties. I can't wait for her to see you in them. I bet she'll be tickled to see her subby little Mommy modeling them for her.

Jeannie shuddered at the debasing notion that Stacey would actually make her model Michelle's panties right in front of her daughter. A sharp twinge of sexlust ran through her. What other degrading things would Stacey make her do with the girl?

The teenager reached into the pile of Michelle's underwear and found yet another pair of her panties.

"Stacey Says put on these little flowery ones for me. I bet you look really sexy sweet in them."

Jeannie could barely fit herself into her 16-year-old girl's tight panties, but once they were on she felt a kind of perverted sexiness that she had never felt before. The front panel barely covered her pubes and the gusset was so tight that it actually cut into her pussy. Much of her butt was exposed as well.

"Stacey Says you look just adorable in Michelle's sexy little pannies, Jeannie. She's going to be so surprised when she sees you in them. Now, Stacey Says come here and let me feel my little Mommysubby's snizlips through that thin material."

Jeannie practically flew across the room and presented herself to Stacey.

"Spread your legs cutie pie, so I can feel you up good and proper."

Jeannie did as she was told and Stacey began to flutter her fingertips against the older woman's pudendum right through her daughter's panties. In practically no time at all her fingertips were glistening with sexmucus.

"That's my sexy little Mommy. You're getting so soppy for me. And I bet you get just as wet when Michelle plays with you, too. I bet you squeal and whimper just like a little girl when your sexy sweet daughter slides her little fingers all over that puffy Mommypussy of yours. And I bet that she wriggles just like a cute little firefly when you return the favor. You do want Michelle to play with your Mommypussy, don't you?"

Jeannie slowly and emphatically nodded her head 'yes.' How could she argue. Stacey knew she was right.

"And you want to play with her sexy little sniz, too. Don't you, girl?"

Another slow but emphatic nod of the head.

"That's my good little Mommyslut," Stacey complemented her new sexpet.

"Now, Stacey Says cum big for me, baby girl."

And Jeannie did.

Stacey Says

Jane Parks

Part Two

Next Day

Jeannie work up with her face clamped solidly between Stacey's muscular young thighs. Her mouth had been pressed tightly against Stacey's downy vulva all night. Her worshipful licking had only stopped late in the night, when bone weariness forced her to sleep finally. As she tried to move her face away from her teen mistress, Stacey flexed her thigh muscles, forcing Jeannie to stay just as she was.

"Stacey Says stay put, punkin. I don't want you to go anywhere until you finish what you started last night. I need a Mommy tongue bath in the worst way."

Knowing she had voluntarily relinquished her right to have a say in the matter, Jeannie began licking her teen tormentor's slit just like she had last night.

"That's my good little Mommyslut. I like to start each day with a sweet little cumcum. And your nasty old Mommy tongue is just the thing to get me off. You should see yourself, rooting around in my bush like a crazy little slut monkey. I know you really like my taste and the smell. I wonder if I taste and smell anything like Michelle. Oh well. I guess we'll find out soon enough."

Jeannie's loins tingled at the mention of her daughter's name. As she continued to lick Stacey's pussy, the older woman began rubbing her mound on the bedcovers, trying her best to pleasure herself as best she could. Seeing her antics, Stacey laughed out loud.

"Mommyslut is in heat, I think. But Mommyslut has already agreed that only I have the power to allow her to cumcum. And I don't want her to cumcum until we get our little Michelle back home safe. Then'll be time enough."

Jeannie swallowed her unmet need and frustration, just as she swallowed Stacey's little gush of secretion a few minutes later.

When she had come back to herself, Stacey reached down and ran her fingers through the older woman's hair.

"She's such a good little pettypoo."

Jeannie wriggled at Stacey's approval.

Then suddenly, Jeannie felt and tasted a hot spray of Stacey pee.

Surprised and shocked, the older woman tried her best to pull away. But Stacey's grip on her hair was like iron. Sputtering and coughing, Jeannie did the only thing she could do under the circumstances. She swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed.

When Stacey was finally peed out, she let go of the older woman's hair.

"Now, Mommy pet. Stacey Says, why don't you get up and fix me breakfast while I get cleaned up. Then, we can go get little Michelle and bring her home."

As Stacey allowed Jeannie to rise from the bed, she reached out and gave the older woman's butt a little slap.

"Hop to it, Mommyslut. Stacey Says she's hungry."

Soon, a showered and dressed Stacey was sitting at the dinette eating scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, while an unkempt, pee drenched, and completely naked Jeannie served her.

When Stacey was finished, she motioned Jeannie to stand right beside her. Then she proceeded to feed the older woman scraps of food just as she had the previous evening. All the while, Stacey let her warm, exploring hand move over Jeannie's naked body: probing, pinching, plundering. By the time breakfast was over, Stacey had Jeannie in a state bordering on erotic hysteria. She was so turned on and ready for discharge, but strictly forbidden to attain it. She didn't want to have to beg her teenage tormentor for release, but she knew that there was no other way. A searing flush of humiliation spread over her body.

"Pleeeease, Jeannie. You make me so hot when you touch me like that. Please don't leave me hanging. Pleeeease."

Instead of complying with Jeannie's need to cum, Stacey merely pinched her in several places on her sensitive flesh. The older woman squealed in pain, but made no attempt to get away.

Stacey finally tired of her little game.

"Stacey Says you smell bad, Jeannie baby. You smell like peepee.

Go take a shower and clean up. I don't want you looking or smelling this way when we pick Michelle up. Now take a shower, but don't get dressed. I want to make sure you have on something sexy sweet for your daughter."

Jeannie blushed with sick anticipation concerning what Stacey would make her do in front of her daughter. But she did as she was told. Soon, she was clean and ready for Jeannie to tell her what to wear.

She found her Mistress in Michelle's room going through her clothes closet. On the bed, Stacey had already laid out a pair of the 16-year-old's iridescent panties and a sports bra. Without a word Jeannie snugged the tight panties around her hips and slipped the sports bra over her head and onto her chest. Both articles of underwear fit very tight, accentuating Jeannie's labia and nipples.

Stacey looked at her sextoy with approval all over her face.

"Uuuuummmmm. What a sexy little Mommyslut you are, Jeannie baby."

The older woman lowered her head, embarrassment and humiliation vying with each other for dominance of her emotions. She knew that Stacey wanted her to look sexy for Michelle. But she had absolutely no idea how Michelle would react.

Stacey reached into Michelle's closet and pulled out a frilly blouse and a short plaid pleated skirt.

"Here, baby. Put these on. I want you looking your sexy best for our little Michelle.

Jeannie dutifully put on her daughter's clothes, then she stood facing Stacey with a look of deep despair on her face.

"I feel really embarrassed wearing Michelle's clothes. She's going to recognize them right away."

Stacey reached out her hand and patted the older woman's cheek.

"That's the idea, Mommy sweet. I want her to know as soon as she sees you that there is something very different about her little Mommy."

"Now, Stacey Says, put on a pair of your best sandals to go with this sweet outfit. And then, we'll go pick up that yummy daughter of yours. I just know she'll simply adore you all dressed up like you are."

Jeannie lowered her head as she went to her room and fetched a pair of white sandals to wear with her daughter's outfit. Stacey was waiting at the front door, an inpatient little smirk on her face.

"Now, Jeannie. I want to make one thing very plain. We are still playing 'Stacey Says,' and I expect you to do whatever I say if I say 'Stacey Says' in front of it. If you disobey me in any way, I'll stop the game right then and there. I'll just leave with my bag full of digital discs, and then I'll proceed to absolutely ruin you in this town by posting them on the web with your name and address all over them. Do we understand each other?"

Jeannie slowly nodded her head 'yes.'

Stacey slapped her hard.

SLAP.

"Do we understand each other, Mommyslut?"

Jeannie fought back stinging tears.

"Yes, Mistress Stacey. We understand each other."

Stacey smiled.

"Good girl. Now let's go. I can hardly wait to watch little Michelle's face when she sees you all decked out in her outfit."

Jeannie closed and locked the front door behind them, then proceeded to her car.

"You drive, sweetums. That will leave my hands free for other, more interesting, things."

Jeannie got in the driver's side and Stacey piled in the car on the passenger side.

As soon as they were away from the driveway, Stacey placed her hand on the older woman's knee.

"Stacey Says, I want you to concentrate that tiny mind of yours on not wrecking the car until we get where we're going."

As she said the words, Stacey slowly slid her possessive hand up Jeannie's smooth thigh. The pleated skirt gave her plenty of room to explore, and she did, all the way to the gusset of the older woman's very tight panties. She giggled as she felt the sticky moisture seeping through the panties' gusset.

"My, my. Little Mommypusspuss is already wet. Isn't she? You must be thinking ahead to all the sicky little things we're going to do today."

Without being asked, Jeannie slowly nodded her head. She was thinking ahead, and it was making her all warm and runny inside.

Stacey slid her hand back down the older woman's thigh.

"Stacey Says when we get to the next red light, take your left hand off the wheel, and stick your fingers inside your panties. I want you to find out just how tasty thinking of Michelle has made you."

Jeannie blushed, but did as she was told at the next stoplight. She had to lift up off the car seat and push her skirt up around her hips. Then her fingers dove inside her panties and rubbed along her puffy, moist lips. Then she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked her sticky mucus secretions off them. All the while, Stacey looked on, a smirk of approval on her face.

"Stacey Says that's my nasty little Mommy. Now, lets hurry along. Oh, and Stacey Says don't push your skirt back down. I like looking at your grown up legs and I want to keep looking at them till we get there."

Jeannie did as she was told.

Her sister's house was about three blocks away, and Jeannie had a sudden flash that very soon now, she was going to be standing in front of her daughter wearing one of Michelle's outfits. A horrific wave of fear panic shot through her and she almost had to pull the car over to the curb. Stacey immediately saw what was happening. She leaned over and whispered into Jeannie'sear.

"Stacey Says keep driving Mommyslut. Unless you want to be the star of your own nasty little website."

Jeannie shuddered. The fear of being exposed to the world for what she was overrode the panic at being forced to confront Michelle. Perhaps her daughter wouldn't notice her outfit. Or perhaps she would think it was some sort of weird joke cooked up by her mother and Stacey. Or perhaps....

Five minutes later, Jeannie and Stacey were parked in front of her sister Sydney's house. Jeannie took a deep, resigned, breath and got out of her car. Her daughter's pleated skirt swirled around her legs as she stood up. Stacey got out of the passenger side, came around to where the older woman was standing apprehensively, took her hand, and practically dragged her toward the front door.

"Stacey Says remember the website, baby. Besides, we're going to have such a good time with Michelle, you and I."

Stacey's cheerfulness only drove Jeannie deeper into her pit of despair. Where would she finally end up? How far would she fall?

Stacey rang the doorbell with her other hand. She clutched Jeannie's hand in hers tightly, leaving no doubt in the older woman's mind that she wanted her sister and daughter to see them like this, holding hands like two lovers.

Jeannie's sister Sydney opened the door, laughing because of her happiness to see her sister. The laugh died in her throat when she saw Jeannie holding hands with a girl half her age.

"Hi Jeannie," Sydney said tentatively.

"Who's your friend?"

"That's Stacey from next door," piped up Michelle as she stood beside her aunt. She was wearing a short skirt that displayed her smooth long legs, and a baggy sweatshirt that did little to hide her pert young breasts.

"Hi Stacey," she chirped. Then the 16 year old saw what her mother was wearing and then realized that Stacey and her mother were holding hands. Her chipperness melted instantly into a haze of uncertainty.

"Mommy, isn't that my skirt? And my blouse, too?"

Jeannie couldn't utter a sound. She was mortified at the quizzical, strange looks her daughter and sister were givingher.

"Yes it is, Michelle," Stacey giggled.

"And aren't you the little observant one."

Sydney and Michelle both stepped back a pace, sudden apprehension on both their faces.

"Mommy, are you OK?"

Stacey looked over at Jeannie.

"She's fine, Michelle. We just thought dressing her up in one of your outfits would be kind of cute. Don't you think your Mommy's kind of cute, Michelle?"

Michelle tilted her head a little, trying to figure it all out. Her aunt had a much better idea of what was going on.

"Jeannie, are you all right?"

Stacey looked Jeannie's sister right in the eye.

"She's just fine, Sydney."

Sydney stared back, a worried look on her face. She spoke in a level, barely restrained voice.

"I want to hear her tell me she's all right."

Stacey squeezed Jeannie's hand.

"Stacey Says tell Sydney that you're all right."

Jeannie blinked as if emerging from an hypnotic trance. She spoke in an almost whispered monotone.

"Yes, Sydney. I'm just fine. We need to take Michelle home now."

Sydney continued to look at her sister and Stacey for another full minute, then she shrugged her shoulders.

"OK, sis. If you say so. You had better be going, Michelle."

Michelle looked up inquisitively at her Aunt, then back at her mother and Stacey.

"Yeah, I guess I better go. Thanks for letting me stay over, Aunt Sydney. I had a real good time."

Sydney put her arm protectively around her niece's shoulder and hugged her.

"Yes, I guess you better. But call me if you need me. OK?"

Michelle looked at her mother and Stacey, shrugged her shoulders, and walked out the door to where the two were standing, waiting for her."

"OK, Aunt Sydney. I'll call if I need you for anything."

As the trio walked slowly toward Jeannie's car, Sydney stood in her doorway and watched apprehensively. As the car drove away and she closed her door, she wondered. She continued to wonder for a long time.

Michelle sat in the back seat and wondered all the way home. She wondered what exactly Stacey was doing with her left hand. It looked from the way her arm moved just like she had placed it in her mother's lap and was slowly rubbing it back and forth. But that didn't make any sense.

She wondered why her mother seemed to be breathing so heavily as they drove slowly home. Even for June it wasn't a particularly hot day. Why was Mommy breathing so funny? Why was she driving so slowly? Why was she making little noises deep in her throat? Was she sick?

She wondered why Stacey kept looking over at her mother, even though neither one of them was saying a word. She wondered why Stacey had such a big grin on her face. She wondered why her mother never looked at Stacey, but kept her eyes straight ahead.

When they got back to Jeannie's house, Michelle's mind was just one big wonder.

As soon as all three were inside the house, Stacey looked over at Jeannie with a big smile.

"Stacey Says lets all go for a nice swim to cool off."

Jeannie looked down at her feet but didn't say a word. Michelle wondered even more, but saw no reason why they all shouldn't have a swim. It was getting hotter, and Michelle had already thought what a good idea it would be to take a nice cool dip in thepool.

Stacey was all perky and ready to go right then.

"What do you say, girls. How about a swim?"

Jeannie looked over at Stacey with a pleading little look on her face, as if to say, 'please don't do this.' But Stacey pointedly ignored the older woman's silent entreaty.

"Let's go get our suits and get ready."

Seeing that her silent plea was not going to be heeded, Jeannie headed for her bedroom to find her swimsuit. As she pulled the two-piece out of the drawer, Stacey placed her hand on that of the older woman.

"Stacey Says I don't have a suit, Jeannie. Let me wear yours."

Michelle, who was standing in the doorway almost giggled at Stacey's request. Her mother only had the one suit, and if she gave that one to Stacey to wear, what was she herself going to wear?

Jeannie looked over at Stacey, again with that pleading, helpless look on her face. Stacey paid no attention at all, but just took the swimsuit away from her.

"Michelle, do you have a spare swimsuit your Mommy can wear?"

Michelle was completely nonplussed by Stacey's question. She certainly had more than one swimsuit, but how could her mother who was a grown woman, wear one of her suits?

But Stacey was already heading for Michelle's bedroom with Jeannie firmly in tow. As soon as they got there, Stacey began rummaging around in Michelle's chest of drawers looking for a spare swimsuit. Michelle almost said something to Stacey about not appreciating the older girl going through her things, but the look of abject submission on her mother's face made her change her mind.

Soon enough, Stacey found two two-piece swimsuits about the same size. She nonchalantly handed one to Jeannie and the other to Michelle.

"OK, girls. Time's wasting. Let's get our suits on."

Mother and daughter looked down at their swimsuits, Michelle in wonder, Jeannie in chagrin. Neither wanted to get undressed nor put on the suit, but Stacey was already unbuttoning her blouse, clearly insisting that the other two do likewise.

Jeannie resignedly began unbuttoning her daughter's blouse that she wore. This gave Michelle the courage to start to pull her sweatshirt over her head. But before she could do so, the 16 tear old glanced over at her mother. She had never seen Jeannie's breasts before, and a little flash of curiosity deep inside her made her suddenly want to see them. What she saw made her wonder even more. For Michelle immediately noticed that her mother was wearing her sports bra. There was a distinctive pattern in the material that Michelle recognized immediately.

"Mommy, isn't that my bra you're wearing?"

Jeannie looked down at the floor, but didn't utter a word.

Stacey looked over at the older woman.

"Stacey Says tell her."

Jeannie winced.

"Yes, Michelle. It's your bra."

Michelle sucked in her breath. This was so weird. Here was her mother admitting that she was wearing one of her bras.

"But why are you wearing one of my bras, Mommy?"

Jeannie looked over at Stacey who smiled and pointed to her camera bag sitting on Michelle's bed. Jeannie's face took on a forlorn look as she nodded slowly.

"Because Stacey told me to."

Michelle blinked.

"Because Stacey told you to?"

Jeannie just nodded her head again. Stacey walked over to her, stood right beside her, and placed her hand on the older woman's hip. Michelle watched openmouthed as Stacey began to move her hand around her mother's body. Her eyes traveled back and forth from Stacey's exploring hand to Jeannie 's face, which got redder and redder with embarrassment.

Stacey purred as she continued to move her hand over the older woman's hip. Jeannie kept her head down, not daring to look at her daughter in the eye. But Michelle just could not tear her own eyes away from Stacey's exploring hand. Why was her mother allowing such intimate behavior fro a girl who was practically a stranger?

As Michelle continued to watch Stacey fondle her mother in front of her, a hot twinge of excitement spread out from deep inside her. What else could Stacey make her mother do?

Stacey suddenly stopped fondling Jeannie, swung her hand back, and popped Jeannie sharply on the butt.

"Well, don't just stand there, Jeannie ," Stacey said in a loud voice. "Get your clothes off and put on Michelle's swimsuit. I want to go swimming."

Michelle giggled and looked right at her abashed mother. Her own lurid desire had made the decision for her.

"That's right, Jeannie," Michelle taunted her mother. "Take off that outfit of mine and put on my swimsuit. I want to see how good you look in it."

Stacey smiled broadly seeing the tears of shame and humiliation begin to run down the older woman's cheeks as she took of her blouse and laid it on the bed. Then she slowly stepped out of her daughter's skirt. This gave Michelle yet another surprise.

"Those are my pannies, Mommy. Those are mine."

Jeannie couldn't prevent the little sob of humiliation from escaping her lips.

"That's right, Michelle," Stacey said happily.

"And doesn't your Mommy look all sexy in them?"

Michelle suppressed her anger at seeing her mother in a pair of her own panties, and actually stopped and looked. The longer she looked, the longer she came to realize that her mother really did look very sexy indeed in her ultra tight panties. Michelle suddenly found herself wondering just what her mother would look like naked. That wonder sent an itchy little thrill of expectancy through her loins. Stacey seemed to have her mother completely under her control. And Michelle was beginning to think of ways that she could take advantage of the situation.

"Isn't your Mommy just the sweetest little Jeannie baby girl," Stacey asked Michelle as she walked across the bedroom toward the 16 year old. Jeannie's daughter looked at her totally abashed mother and just had to agree with Stacey's appraisal.

"Why yes she is," Michelle smiled back. "You don't know the half of it. I just hadn't realized until right this minute just how sexy Mommy was."

"I bet that there are a lot of things you hadn't realized till right this minute." Stacey purred as she reached out and touched Michelle's cheek.

Michelle shuddered but didn't move away from Stacey's caressing hand. In fact, the 16 year old stepped even closer. The two teenage girls appraised each other silently, and both came to the same conclusion.

"It looks to me like you can make my Mommy do stuff, sexy stuff."

Michelle said breathlessly as Stacey continued to slide her hand across the younger girl's cheek.

"Yes, I can make your Mommy do stuff, real sexy stuff." Stacey asserted with a wicked smile. The 18 year old drew her index finger slowly along the younger girl's mouth, and Michelle instinctively pursed her lips in a little sucking kiss.

"In fact, I can make your Mommy do anything I want. You see, Michelle, your Mommy has a really bad case of the hots for me."

"Really."

"Oh yeah. About the worst case I've ever seen."

"And when little big girls like your Mommy have the hots for me, I make them do things; all kinds of sick, nasty things that turn me on."

"What exactly can you make my Mommy do," Michelle asked, a malevolent gleam in her eye.

"Anything I tell her to, and I mean anything."

"Even if it embarrasses her."

"Yes. Especially if it embarrasses her."

Michelle's eyes gleamed in wanton expectation. Then she giggled, licked her lips and took the plunge.

"Can I play too." Michelle was breathing heavy, and only partially in response to Stacey's exploring hand that was now stroking the side and back of her young neck.

"What'll you give me for her," Stacey wanted to know.

"What do you want?"

"You." Stacey grinned. She was slowly but surely reeling in another catch.

"How do you want me," Michelle asked breathlessly.

"Any way I say," Stacey's hand had slipped around to the front of Michelle's sweatshirt and was gently squeezing her young breasts through the material.

"Do you think that's a good trade," Stacey said softly as she switched from one breast to the other.

"Sure," Michelle signed as Stacey's hand slid up under the loose sweatshirt and felt up her young, perky breasts.

"So you really want to join me in putting your Mom through her paces? You want to be my partner in making your Mommy do all the nasty things I can make her do?"

"Oh yeah," Michelle whispered, her heart pounding in response to Stacey's seductive touch and Stacey's even more seductive words.

"Do you want a little demonstration of what I can make your Mommy do, and what I'll let you do to her if you please me?"

"Sure."

"Right now?"

"Kewl."

"Jeannie," Stacey yelled out. "Stacey Says get your cute little panty covered butt over here right now."

Almost as the last words were coming out of Stacey's mouth, Jeannie literally ran across the room and stood stark still waiting for orders.

Michelle regarded her mother, then turned to Stacey and asked, "What in the world have you done to my Mommy?"

Stacey chuckled softly. "You'll see. Why don't you have a little fun?"

"Can I, really?"

"Sure."

Michelle responded immediately with a lewd grin. "I want to get in on this, I really, really want to."

At the sound of these words, Jeannie shivered, half in absolute humiliation and half in wicked anticipation of the things her Mistress and 16-year-old daughter would force her to do. The notion both terrified and teased her at the same time. The thought of being the submissive sextoy of two girls, one her own daughter, was proving to be excruciatingly tantalizing to the older woman.

Michelle walked slowly over to her mother and ran a teasing hand down the front of her sports bra, brushing back and forth across Jeannie 's hardening nipples. Jeannie instinctively thrust her chest out to meet her daughter's exploring hand and moaned softly in response to Michelle's lewd treatment of her.

"How far can I go with her?" Michelle looked over at Stacey.

"How far do you want to go with your little slut Mommy, Michelle."

"All the way?"

"Well, Stacey Says keep going, and I'll stop you if I think you've gone too far. You don't have any objections to your daughter playing the nasty with you, do you, Baby girl?"

Jeannie looked into Michelle's steel hard eyes and gulped.

"No, Mistress Stacey."

Jeannie bowed her head in submission but her eyes gleamed in lewd anticipation.

First Stacey had seized control of her, body and soul. Now her own daughter wanted to dominate her. Where would it all end? Right at that very moment, Jeannie really didn't care.

Michelle giggled happily. Wow; her own mother as a sextoy. This was going to be great.

Without another word, Michelle took one hand and pulled her mother's tight panty waistband away from her midriff then down to her ankles. Then, with the long, slender fingers of her other hand, she began to fondle her mother's exposed vulva.

"You know, Mommy. Aunt Sydney was playing with me just the same way last night like I'm playing with you now. I bet you didn't know that's why I like going over to see her so much. She makes me feel just wonderful. She uses her fingers and her lips and even her tongue to make me feel all tingly. Am I making you feel all tingly now, Mommy?"

Jeannie almost fainted. Part of her reeled from the revelation that her own sister had been molesting her daughter. Another part was almost in a swoon from the exquisite feeling of having her daughter use her fingers on her in such a lewd way.

Jeannie moaned low in her throat and spread her long legs enough for her daughter to have total access to her vagina. The young girl giggled happily at the realization that her mother wasn't going to do a thing to stop her.

"Mommy, you just don't know how long I've wanted to do this to you," Michelle cooed as she plucked, and pinched, and stroked, and prodded.

"Aunt Sydney said she has wanted to do this to you since you were both little girls, but she never had the courage. So she did it with me instead.

Michelle's exploring fingers massaged round and round in tiny insistent circles just above her mother's erect clitoris. Jeannie responded by opening her legs a little more and moaning softly. Then Michelle's mother thrust her hips toward her daughter's teasing fingers and pressed firmly up against them in growing need.

"She sure is hot to go," Michelle giggled as she teasingly inserted two fingers into the opening of her mom's wet vagina and slid them slowly back and forth. Jeannie began to pant loudly as the level of her sexual urgency increased.

Jeannie found it almost impossible to remain on her feet as she sank deeper and deeper into her addiction to submissive sex slavery. The older woman was being made to understand by her daughter's relentless fingering that this was an addiction that would win hands down over any lingering sense of her responsibility as Michelle's mother.

"What have you been doing to my Mommy to get her so horny," Michelle asked as she felt Jeannie 's vaginal canal hungrily squeezing her fingers.

"I've been playing with her. Didn't you see me in the car on the way home? I like playing with my little Baby girl. I like it a lot. Do you like playing with your Mommy?"

"You can't know how much." Michelle grinned. "I've been dreaming of this for years. "I just can't wait to really get at her," Michelle admitted.

"Do you like being played with by your own little daughter, Jeannie baby? Hmmmmm?"

Jeannie, entangled in a humiliating net of lust, fought hard to keep from admitting what her moist vagina already had confirmed. She stood mute.

"I asked you a question, Jeannie baby girl. Do you like being played with by your daughter?"

"Please Mistress Stacey. Please don't make me say it."

"Of course I'm going to make you say it, you silly Mommyslut. That's a big part of the fun; breaking your will to resist. Now tell me or I'll make Michelle stop playing with you and won't let her do it ever again."

"Oh please; no. I'll say it; I'll say it."

Jeannie took another faltering step down the ladder.

"Oh yes, Mistress Stacey, I like being played with by my daughter." Jeannie said between sobbing pants.

"I like it a lot. Please don't make her stop."

Jeannie was almost sobbing with humiliation and unfulfilledneed.

"Please let her make me cum."

"Please don't make her stop."

Stacey smiled broadly.

"See Michelle. She likes it. She likes being my little slave pusspuss, don't you Jeannie baby?"

"Yes, Mistress Stacey. I like being your little slave Jeannie baby."

Michelle grew bolder because of her mother's submissive admissions. She continued to diddle Jeannie's vagina with her insistent, teasing fingers. The index finger of her other hand snaked sensuously back along her mother's slit until it located the tight little pucker of her rosette. As Michelle pressed softly against the clenched muscle, her mother squealed. Michelle giggled and brought her hand back to her mother's front, then up to her bra.

"Stacey Says take off your top, Jeannie, so your sweet little daughter can get at you better."

Without a further word of protest the debased mother removed the sports bra and stood totally naked in front of her daughter.

Michelle immediately began tweaking and teasing Jeannie 's nipples as she continued to slide the fingers of her other hand rhythmically in and out of her mom's moist and sticky vagina.

"Why Mommy, you're nothing but a little sluttycunny, aren't you sweetie?"

Despite her growing agitation at the hands of her daughter, Jeannie fought hard to keep from having to say the words that would confirm her final and total submissiveness to Michelle. She shook her head 'no.'

Michelle immediately stopped feeling her mother up and just stood there while Jeannie wriggled in frustration.

"Aren't you, Mommy?"

Jeannie continued to shake her head 'no'.

"Aren't you?"

"Yes Michelle," Jeannie finally panted out the words. "I'm nothing but a little sluttycunny."

"That's right, Mommy," Michelle said softly as she resumed her lascivious ministrations.

"Yes you are." piped in Stacey. "But Stacey Says the question is, whose little sluttycunny are you?"

Jeannie began crying again, but she knew that she had no choice but to admit the truth.

"I'm YOUR little sluttycunny, Mistress Stacey." Jeannie responded huskily. By now she was almost completely enthralled by her daughter's tormenting hand and the humiliation that went along with her Mistress's demands. Here she was, a grown woman, 37 years old, being sexually aroused and lewdly played with by her own 16 year old daughter. How long would this go on? How long could she hope to keep her sanity?

Watching Jeannie shudder into a series of pre-orgasmic tremors, Stacey decided to break the spell of her impending climax. She reached between Michelle and her mother and squeezed one of Jeannie 's big breasts.

As Jeannie swayed back and forth in the throes of pleasure from her daughter's fingers inside her vagina and pain from Stacey's tormenting hand upon her breast, her daughter began squeezing and twisting her mother's other breast.

"No. Please stop hurting me." Jeannie cried out as lust and pain warred with each other for control of her body.

"Stacey Says be quiet, you slutty cow." screamed Stacey. "You don't know the meaning of the word 'pain'."

Jeannie just stood there and endured what Stacey and Michelle were doing to her.

"Yes, Mistress Stacey."

The older woman began to cry.

Stacey leaned forward and licked the salty hot tears off Jeannie 's face.

"That tastes good, Baby girl. You make tasty tears. And I like tasty tears."

As Michelle removed her cyprienne fluid drenched fingers from her mother's vagina, she sighed contentedly and said "Way cool. I could do that to her for hours and hours."

"Well, Bethanykins sweetie, someday, as a reward for extra special goodness on your part, I may just let you." Stacey purred, deeply satisfied at the progress of her two charges.

Michelle held up her mucus-coated fingers and looked at them.

"She obviously likes it when we humiliate her."

"Here Mommy, lick your smelly old pusspusswet off my fingers."

Jeannie, somewhat recovered by now from her near climax, dutifully opened her hungry mouth and sucked and tongued all of her tacky wetness off her daughter's fingers.

When she had completely cleaned Michelle's probing digits, Jeannie moved her head back and Michelle removed her fingers from between her mother's lips.

"That's my good little Mommyslut."

"OK, kids; fun's over." Stacey addressed Jeannie and her daughter like a brownie troop leader.

Now, Stacey Says lets go swimming. But I don't think Jeannie needs a suit anymore. We'll wait and make her put on the one I picked out for her later on and take some more sexy digital pics to add to the collection.

Jeannie bowed her head and slowly walked out the bedroom door and toward the pool, naked as the day she was born.

As soon as Jeannie had left her daughter's bedroom, Stacey walked over to Michelle and leaned alongside her face, touching her moist warm lips to the 16 year old's earlobe.

"Don't you have something just a little sexier to wear for me." Stacey whispered in Michelle's ear as she moved her hands down to the waistband of Michelle's skirt and began sliding her index fingers along the inside.

"Don't you want to turn me on, Bethanycat."

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm. Yes, Stacey. I have a really tight bikini I bought last summer that Mommy won't let me wear."

"Well then, you sexy little Bethanyvixen, you; if you want to impress me enough for me to let you play more of your sick little sex games with your Mommy, you had better run right off and get into that cute little swimsuit, hadn't you."

"Yes Stacey, I guess I better." Michelle giggled.

"When you're ready and you feel really sexy, come out to the pool and let your Mommy and me see just what a little pervo you can be, hmmmmm?" Stacey whispered into Michelle's ear, then she gave it a sensuous flick of her tongue.

"All right." Michelle crowed as she ran to her bedroom to get ready for the day's fun and games.

When she was all dressed in her sexy bikini, Michelle joined Stacey and her mother by the pool. What she found there made her downy nether lips itch with wanton desire.

Stacey was sitting in a lounge chair by the side of the pool with her long legs extended and spread. Her ankles were hooked around the chair bottom so that her legs were as wide apart as they could go. Michelle's naked mother was submissively kneeling beside the lounge chair, licking Stacey's sex through the material of her swimsuit. At Michelle's approach, Stacey opened her eyes slowly and got her second look at the 16 year old practically naked. She smiled as she reached down, grabbed a handful of Jeannie's hair, and turned her head so that she could see her daughter standing there.

"Doesn't Michelle have a scrumptious little bod, Mommy dear?"

Jeannie blinked her eyes. She certainly did think her daughter looked sexy in her skimpy bikini, but she didn't want to say the words.

"Well, doesn't she, Baby girl," Stacey repeated as she motioned the 16 year old to stand next to her and then began sliding her hand slowly up and down along the inside of Michelle's silky thigh.

"Yes, Mistress Stacey," Jeannie finally said the words. Then, she looked closely at her daughter standing there in her sexy bikini contentedly being felt up by her new Mistress.

Jeannie had to admit to herself, even though it hurt her to the soul to do so, that her little daughter did look enticing, desirable, attractive in a very sick incestuous sort of way. Jeannie began to shiver as she suddenly realized that she was actually becoming seriously attracted to her daughter sexually. In fact, if the truth were known, Jeannie was getting really hot for her little Michelle.

"You're damn right, Jeannie baby girl; she does have a scrumptious bod on her. What a tuff little body you do have, Bethanycakes."

Michelle giggled and spread her legs just a little to allow her new friend complete access to her long sweet legs. Her thigh muscles flexed in response to Stacey's lewd fondling, and she pressed her creamy leg up against the older girl's warm stroking hand.

"Ummmmm honey. You are a little hottie if I ever saw one."

Michelle giggled again.

After a couple more minutes of groping the 16 year old's legs, Stacey finally forced herself to take her caressing hand off the girl's body and to sit herself back on the lounge chair.

"Hot, sooo hot. Michelle, you are such a little hottie."

Stacey shook her head in wonderment that this 16 year old could be just so attractive to her.

As soon as she had caught her breath, Stacey motioned for Michelle to come even closer to her.

When Michelle was so close to Stacey that she could not get any closed, the older girl told her to stand perfectly still while she inspected the merchandise.

Jeannie stood and watched in agonized silence as her Mistress began to feel up her daughter again. The older woman so desperately wanted Stacey to be feeling HER up; not her daughter.

Jeannie was becoming more than just a little jealous.

And this time, Stacey was evidencing no inhibitions at all as she explored every part of Michelle's pliant body.

"Oh you little Bethanycutie, you," purred Stacey as she slid her hands up and down Michelle's smooth, muscular legs, "You are just about the sexiest thing that I have felt up in a long time."

"Why thank you, Stacey," Michelle blushed as she began to tingle to Stacey's probing fingers.

"Are your little nipples as pinchable as your Mommy's." Stacey asked sweetly as she slid her hands up along Michelle's bikini top. "Stacey Says take off your top , baby, and let's just see, shall we."

Michelle immediately took off her top and dropped it beside the pool. Stacey looked in wide-eyed fascination at the girl's sweet, small breasts. Then she motioned for the younger girl to lean over and she began to fondle and tweak.

As Stacey pinched and tweezed Michelle's small, sensitive nipples, the 16 year old girl shuddered and twisted her body in sensuous delight as little ecstatic moans and squeals escaped her throat.

"Why yes they indeed are." giggled Stacey as she continued pinching and twisting Michelle's nips.

This sex play continued for a little longer, then suddenly Stacey pulled her hands away from Michelle's tingling breasts, and said in a husky voice, "OK, enough for now, I'm suddenly very hungry."

Michelle and Jeannie both blinked in astonishment at Stacey's sudden mood swing.

"Baby girl, Stacey Says lets get this show on the road. You've got two starving kitty cats to feed. We're going to need all our strength for the day ahead. Go make us some sandwiches and bring them back here, now. Oh yeah. And Stacey Says bring us some iced pop to go with them. It's getting hot out here."

Jeannie did as she was ordered, making sandwich after sandwich and sliding them onto Stacey and Michelle's plates again and again until they had eaten their fill. If she hadn't known better, Jeannie would have thought of this as just a normal informal lunch at home by the pool with her daughter and a friend. But Jeannie knew better. And Michelle knew better. And Stacey knew better most of all.

Toward the end of the meal, Stacey and Michelle were feeding each other bites of sandwich; bites that each girl had first swabbed around in her own mouth to coat with her own saliva. The two girls were giggling and blushing like they were on their first date together.

"Are you hungry, Mommy?"

Jeannie looked over warily at her daughter. Where was this leading?

"Yes Michelle, a little."

"Do you want a bite of sandwich."

"Yes please."

"Well, come stand by me over here. Spread your legs, and I'll give you a little nibble."

Jeannie did as she was bidden. She stood there naked right beside her 16 year old, and spread her long, tanned legs.

Michelle picked up a sandwich from her plate and slid it along her mother's moist labia. The 16 year old continued to slide the piece of sandwich back and forth until it was redolent with her mother's sexual secretions.

"Here Mommy. Open wide."

Jeannie clenched her lips tight and shook her head in defiance.

"Stacey Says 'open wide,' for Michelle, Jeannie baby girl. You better do it right now."

Resignedly, Jeannie opened her mouth and Michelle stuffed the Jeannie flavored bite deep into her mother's mouth.

"Chew it thoroughly so you get all the mayo" Michelle giggled.

Jeannie chewed the piece of sandwich like a cow with her cud; tears of humiliation streaming down her cheeks. But when she finally swallowed, Jeannie ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth to be sure she got every morsel, thus proving to herself and her two young tormentors that the experience had turned her on after all.

Jeannie felt both degraded and disgusted with herself; but also sexually excited at having been made by her own daughter to do such a lewd thing as eat a piece of sandwich smeared with her own intimate secretions. She was now all expectation; thinking of the day ahead of her.

"I'm full, Michelle. How about you."

"Sure am. Lets get on with the fun," cooed Michelle as she slid her warm, exploring hand along the inside of her mother's thigh.

"Jeannie baby girl, Stacey Says clean everything up and put it all away so we can all get down to business," Stacey ordered her willing submissive.

Jeannie, still naked, went into her kitchen and washed up the plates as Stacey and Michelle sat by the pool and whispered to each other. Every once in a while they would look toward the house where Jeannie was cleaning up after lunch and giggle lewdly. The older woman could hear their laughter, but not their conversation. As a result, by the time Jeannie had finished the dishes she was in a tizzy of sexual and psychological anxiety.

As her physical hunger abated, Stacey's sexual hunger made itself known to her once again.

"Oh Jeannie sweetums, Stacey Says come out here to your Mistress."

Jeannie dutifully came out her back door and stood at attention before the 18 year old.

"All right pet, Stacey Says lift your arms over your head so I can get a good look at those sexy breasts of yours. I've missed them so."

Jeannie did as she was ordered and Stacey and Michelle had a good long look.

"Now, Stacey Says put your hands under your big titties and hold them out away from your bod. Offer them up to me as a sign of your submissiveness."

Michelle watched with a lewd glint in her eye as Jeannie cupped her hands under her ample breasts and lifted them toward her Mistress.

"That's a good Mommy. Do you want me to feel you up?"

"Yes, Mistress Stacey."

"Then you better beg me real nice. Hadn't you?"

"Please, Mistress Stacey," Jeannie begged. "Please feel up my big Mommy breasts. I need to feel your hands on me."

"Can I do anything I want to them?"

"You can do anything to me that you want to, Mistress Stacey."

Jeannie 's lewd imprinting on her Mistress was nearly complete by now.

Stacey ran her lusty fingers over and around the older woman's tautened breast flesh; a happy smile of contentment all over her face.

"Do you like it when I play with your breasts, Jeannie baby girl?"

"Yes, Mistress Stacey," Jeannie admitted with bowed head. Stacey's caressing hands had begun to work their lascivious magic once more, and Jeannie 's little quim was twitching and itching.

"Come here, Michelle, I have a nice warm present for you, don't we Jeannie baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Stacey."

Michelle got up from her lounge chair and went around to where her mother was standing.

Stacey began slowly rubbing the palm of her hand against Jeannie 's taut nipple. Almost immediately Michelle followed suit.

Jeannie gasped and moaned in sexual delight mixed with the degradation she felt at allowing her own daughter to feel her up.

The older woman watched transfixed as Stacey and Michelle moved their exploring hands all over her outthrust breasts. The hunger in her grew and grew. She just had to have relief.

"You know what, Michelle: Jeannie baby girl here is going to beg you to punish her for being such a nasty little slut, aren't you Jeannie baby girl."

Jeannie didn't think she wanted to be punished by her own daughter, but Michelle and Stacey's stimulating hands were doing an excellent job of convincing her otherwise.

"Ask her if she agrees of her own accord to be punished by you, Bethanycat."

"Mommy, do you agree to be punished by me for being such a nasty little slut, hmmmmmm?"

"Please Michelle, don't make me agree to that." whined Jeannie .

"Oh but she IS making you agree to just that," chuckled Stacey. "And you better agree quick, or I'll make her stop teasing you, and I'll punish you myself."

"Now, Jeannie baby girl, you know you want it. So Stacey Says go ahead and beg her."

Jeannie sucked in her breath as she fell further and further under the salacious spell of her two tormentors.

"Yes, Michelle, I'm begging to be punished by you. Please punish me for being such a nasty little Mommy slut. Please, Michelle. Please, Punish me."

Michelle moved her face in front of her panting mother and kissed her hard right on the lips.

"You want it real bad, don't you Mommy," Michelle whispered right against Jeannie 's parted lips.

"Yes, Michelle. I want it real bad."

The 16 year old mashed her lips against those of her mother with all her might. Unbidden, Jeannie opened her ravenous mouth as wide as it would go and allowed her daughter to French her all she wanted to.

Michelle exulted in the sexual power she now wielded over her mother, pistoning her stiffened tongue into Jeannie 's mouth as though she were actually fucking her with it. For her Part, Jeannie sucked hungrily on her daughter's tongue and intertwined her own with it. Mother and daughter continued to kiss passionately for a long time.

Eventually, Michelle came up for air, a beatific smile on her face.

"OK, Mommy. I will punish you, now that you've asked me so sweetly."

Michelle moved her hands to the undersides of Jeannie 's thrust out breasts and placed her fingers right next to her mother's uplifting hands. Making talons of her thumbs and index fingers, Michelle began pinching and scratching the soft and highly sensitive undersides of Jeannie 's breasts.

"Owwwwww, owwwwww, owwww." squealed Jeannie as she stepped back from her daughter's tweezing fingers. This vicious torment hurt worse than anything she had so far endured.

But she couldn't get away and even in her pain-driven fog, she retained enough presence of mind to keep holding up her breasts for her sadistic little daughter to get at.

After an eternity of pain, Michelle suddenly released her mother's breasts and stepped away.

"Poor Mommy, does it hurt a lot?"

"Yes, Michelle," Jeannie moaned. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts soooo much."

"Well come here to me and I'll make it all better for you, poor little thing."

Slowly and cautiously, Jeannie sidled over and into her daughter's outstretched arms.

"That's right, just cry it out, Mommy. You'll feel so much better in a little bit." Michelle held her mom close and stroked her hair. The 16 year old budding dom was learning the power of alternating pain and solace as a tool for breaking her mother into a total sexual submissive.

As Jeannie 's sobs finally began to subside, Michelle stepped back and held her mother's face in her hands.

Smiling sweetly, Michelle began to lick the tears from her mother's stricken face. The warm, salty tears were like ambrosia to Michelle since she knew who had caused them to flow.

"Do you feel better now, Mommy?" Michelle cooed.

"Yes, Michelle. I feel better."

"Then kiss me, you nasty little Mommyslut, you."

Michelle drew her mother's face right against her own as Jeannie dutifully opened her mouth once again to receive her daughter's probing tongue. Michelle began ardently French kissing her tormented mother as if she were some long lost lover. This time, because of the residual pain she felt in her breasts, Jeannie tried not to kiss back, but her will to resist ebbed away in a flash, and she found herself panting in animal heat against her 16 year old's mouth.

Just as before, Michelle felt absolutely wonderful to be smooching on her mom in such a lascivious manner. It reminded her of kissing aunt Sydney,, except that now she, and not her aunt, clearly was the aggressor, the active partner, in this game of French kissieface. And her own mother was the passive recipient of her lascivious kiss. For her part, Jeannie was so caught up in her craving for sexual submissiveness, that her mind was simply awash in it. She would do just anything to get more of this kind of lewd, dominating attention, either from her new student Mistress or her own daughter.

After a long, slow French kiss that Jeannie felt all the way to her very soul, Michelle pulled away slowly. Her mother looked at her hungrily and said softly, "Michelle , oh Michelle, you're so pretty. "I want you so much. I need you so badly."

"How badly, Mommy muff. Just how badly DO you need your little girl's attention."

Jeannie just couldn't keep the words from tumbling out of her mouth.

"Badly enough to do anything you want me to do. Badly enough to let you do anything you want to me."

"God, Michelle. You're so sexy in that bikini. I could just lick you all over."

Jeannie shuddered as she looked her young daughter up and down. The feelings of desire and need just simply overwhelmed the older woman. Jeannie was now totally ensnared by her daughter's charms and dominant ways. She could hold nothing back in her commitment to serving and servicing Michelle just as loyally as she served Stacey.

Michelle stood right in front of her mother; hands on hips in a pose of strength and defiance.

"So you agree to let me do anything I want to punish you for being such a nasty little slut, Mommy?"

Jeannie slowly nodded her head.

"In fact, you beg me to punish you, right?"

"Yes, Michelle."

"So that means that I can torment those big, floppy titties of yours, right Mommy?"

Jeannie could barely stand up, she was so conflicted with fear mixed with anticipation.

"Yes, Michelle."

"And I can beat your big squishy butt, too. Correct?"

"Yes, Michelle."

"And I can do all sorts of nasty things to your furry ole pusspuss, or maybe even your tight little buttyhole, right Mommy?"

Jeannie wriggled in licentious anticipation at the prospect of what was in store for her at the hands of her daughter.

"Yes, Michelle."

"And I can pinch you, and slap you, and tickle you, and hurt you any way I want to?"

Jeannie shuddered once more at what she was freely agreeing to.

"Yes, Michelle."

"And later on I can embarrass you in front of my friends?"

"Yes, Michelle; anything."

"And you can prove how much you need me by letting me do just any sick nasty thing I want to you?"

"Yes, Michelle."

Stacey, watching from the sidelines, smiled a broad smile of satisfaction. Things were moving along very nicely indeed.

But Stacey didn't want Jeannie or Michelle either one to forget for one minute who the real boss was. She therefore decided to reassert herself as ringMistress of this sexual circus.

"Bethanycat," Stacey called softly as she touched the back of the 16 year old's head. "You better remember who is who around here, or just maybe I'll make my little Jeannie baby girl punish you like you want to punish her."

"Oh Stacey, I'm so sorry." Michelle bent her head down. "I got carried away with the power."

"It's OK, honey. I get carried away sometimes myself, like right now."

Stacey stood up and looked over to where mother and daughter were standing side by side. Staring deeply into Jeannie 's eyes, Stacey spread her legs and pulled the gusset of her swimsuit bottoms aside. Jeannie shuddered as she found herself staring right into Stacey's dewy crotch.

"Stacey Says crawl over here Jeannie baby girl, I've got a present for you since you've been such a good bad little girl."

Jeannie immediately dropped to her knees, leaned forward on her hands and crawled toward her Mistress; big, pendant breasts swaying as she moved across the concrete pad.

"That's right, keep coming," sighed Stacey languidly, anticipating her impending pleasure.

Jeannie continued to crawl on her hands and knees until her chin rested on Stacey's upper thigh.

"You know what comes next. Right?"

"Yes, Mistress Stacey." The raw hunger in Jeannie 's eyes was apparent for Stacey and Michelle to see. Her dream was about to come true again. She was once more being given the opportunity to taste her Mistress.

"Stacey Says ask nice, Baby girl. Say 'please'."

"Please, Mistress Stacey. Pleeeeeease."

"Please what, Baby girl?"

"Please. Please Mistress Stacey. Please let me taste you. Please."

"OK," Stacey said almost dismissively.

Without being bidden further, Jeannie slid her face forward, stuck out her long pink tongue, and began an ecstatic licking of her Mistress's moist labia. From Stacey's erect little clithead down as far as she could go along the puffy lips, Jeannie tasted her young Mistress. This was only her second real taste of Stacey's girlsexflesh, and she was so enraptured by it that she almost fainted away.

Instantly Jeannie realized that her entire past life had been guiding her relentlessly toward this very second of utter submission to another woman.

Stacey lowered her panties to her ankles, stepped out of them, grabbed Jeannie by the ears and pulled the older woman's face firmly up against her vagina. Jeannie squirmed but didn't try to pull away. She merely opened her mouth as wide as it could go and began sucking her Mistress as hard as she could.

"That's right, Baby girl. Do me real good, slut. You love doing this so much, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Stacey," Jeannie murmured as she continued to lick and slurp her Mistress.

This was more like it, thought Stacey as she ground her vagina hard into the older womansextoy's face, causing it to glisten with sticky girl secretions. Stacey began to buck hard against Jeannie 's face and make little mewing noises that grew louder as her climax approached.

Suddenly, Stacey clamped her strong young thighs firmly around Jeannie 's face and humped; and humped; and humped; and humped; crying in a high voice, "Yes, oh yes, you little bitch. Take your Mistress. Take all of me. Lick me all up you sweet little slut, you. You're SUCH a little Mommyslut."

Shudder after orgasmic shudder wracked Stacey's sweat drenched body as she clamped Jeannie 's head in a vice like grip between her strong thighs. Stacey continued to grind her vulva into Jeannie 's face and squeeze her head. Then a thin stream of Stacey's hot cyprienne fluid spurted over Jeannie 's lips and nose and even a drop or two dribbled onto her closed eyelids.

Stacey was in ecstasy, and Jeannie was where she had always belonged; servicing her Mistress.

For several minutes, Stacey rocked back and forth on the chair, moving Jeannie 's head along with her.

"Sooooo gooood, Baby girl. You did me sooooo good."

Jeannie coughed and sputtered for air as Stacey slowly unclasped her legs.

"Well." Stacey giggled. "At least my little Jeannie baby girl knows how to munch her Mistress."

Jeannie leaned back on her heels and looked up adoringly up at Stacey.

"Thank you, Mistress Stacey. You taste wonderful, just wonderful." Jeannie licked her lips, wiped her face with her index finger, then she sucked contentedly on it like it was a sweet treat.

"Jeannie baby girl; Jeannie baby girl." Stacey teased her submissive sextoy as she reached forward and stroked her hair. "Remember last night when I told you that if you were really a good little slutpuppy, I'd allow you to have first taste of your little Bethanycutie."

"Yes, Mistress Stacey." Jeannie whispered, suddenly titillated at the sick, perverse thought of putting her tongue in her own daughter's vagina.

"Well, do you think that you have been a good little bad girl for me, hmmmmmm?"

Jeannie hesitated, knowing what lay in store for her if she said 'yes'.

She looked over at Michelle who was tantalizing her by sliding her hands back and forth along the insides of her creamy thighs. Michelle smiled over at her mother, and asked in a sultry voice, "Well, do you, Mommy?"

Jeannie 's willpower vanished in an instant.

"Yes, Michelle. Yes Mistress Stacey. I think I've been a very good bad little girl. May I please have my treat now, please, may I."

"What do you think, Michelle?" asked Stacey with a sly giggle in her voice.

"C'mere, girl. C'mere." Michelle motioned for her mother to crawl to her like she would a pampered pet. She patted her thigh with one hand and rubbed the inside of her other leg with the other.

Jeannie didn't waist a minute, but galumphed over to her daughter right away; her pendent breasts swaying and her rump flexing as she moved. Stacey licked her lips as she watched the older woman crawl across the pad and thought to herself how lucky she was to own such a sexy pet.

"Would you like to take off my bikini bottom for me, Mommy, so you can get at my little pusspuss better?"

"Yes, Michelle. Please may I take off your bikini bottom?."

"Sure Mommy. Go ahead," Michelle said as she languidly sat down on the pad and stretched her legs out in front of her.

Jeannie reached out and slowly pulled down her bikini bottom. As she did, she noticed that her daughter's pubes were neatly trimmed.

"See Mommy. I trimmed my little sniz while you were out here by the pool just in case Stacey wanted to feel me up or play with me or some stuff."

An erotic tingle spread deep inside the older woman's loins as her gaze fixed on Michelle's nakedness. Jeannie continued to slide the bikini bottom down her daughter's sweet legs.

Jeannie finally removed it completely, and held it in her hands as if it were a rare treasure.

"Put your face inside and sniff the little crotch band, Mommy girl," Michelle ordered with an evil glint in her eye. "That will get you all ready for your real treat."

Jeannie drew her daughter's bikini bottom over her face and breathed in the musk of her 16-year-old daughter from the crotch band. She sniffed and whiffed, as her own vagina spasmed in lustful anticipation.

"Do I smell good, Mommy girl?"

"Yes, Michelle. You smell wonderful."

"Well now it's time to stick your face in my crotch then and really get a good whiff."

Jeannie laid the bikini bottom aside. Then, for a long minute, the older woman stared as if mesmerized at her daughter's long creamy smooth white legs and her downy pubes. Finally, she leaned forward and began to lick along Michelle's inner thigh.

"Cut it out, Mommy," Michelle giggled. "That tickles. I want you to lick my pusspuss, not my leggypoo."

Jeannie reluctantly took her mouth off her daughter's leg and looked straight into her crotch.

Michelle slowly, tantalizingly spread her legs wider, completely revealing her vulva to the sex hungry eyes of her mother. Jeannie crawled closer between Michelle's legs.

When she was right up against her daughter's vagina, Michelle reached out and patted her on the head like some sort of obedient house pet, which of course she now was.

"Good little bad Mommy girl. Now get after it." Michelle chuckled as she pushed Jeannie's head right into her soppy vagina.

Jeannie began to lap her daughter, tasting woman wet for the second time in five minutes. But this time it wasn't her dominating Mistress who was leaking lubrication into her mouth but her own 16 year old daughter. The awareness of this fact made Jeannie 's own crotch soppy wet with anticipation of just how far all this would go.

As Jeannie continued to suck her daughter's pungent juices, she felt a warm finger slowly sliding into her drenched vagina from behind her.

"I just can't seem to be able to keep my hands off of you, Jeannie baby girl." Stacey giggled as she pushed her exploring finger in and out of her submissive Mommy slave's little slit.

Jeannie squealed with delight and wiggled her butt shamelessly until Stacey's hand slapped her hard on the left hip.

"Stacey Says keep that butt of yours still so I can play with your cute little pusspuss." Stacey ordered as she pushed yet another finger inside the older woman's twitching canal.

"Don't you dare move while I'm inside you. I want you perfectly still. That way I can tease you better."

Jeannie, caught up totally in her subservient role, kept her hips still, aside from occasionally humping back on Stacey's demanding fingers swirling around inside her vagina when it felt especially good. She continued to lick her daughter's pussy, tasting Michelle's sweetness and letting her enticing smells take her away to total bliss.

Michelle began the final long climb toward orgasm.

"Mommy, don't you dare stop licking me till I cum."

Michelle began to buck and whimper as she came ever closer and closer to release.

Finally, the 16 year old gave out with a cry of pure lust and fell over the edge. Stacey chose that moment to jam three of her fingers as far as she could into Jeannie 's vagina and hold them there. She could feel the rubbery hemisphere of Jeannie 's cervix, and she scratched it with her fingernail. Then she began slapping the older woman's big, squishy butt cheeks with her other hand.

Jeannie continued to suck her daughter's vagina for all she was worth. Stacey's torment of her butt coupled with her thrusting fingers inside her vagina melded with the exquisite taste of her daughter's flow. Jeannie 's own vagina dripped like a faucet.

"Don't you dare cum, Jeannie baby girl. Wait your turn. It's Michelle's turn now."

Jeannie concentrated hard on not cumming, but Stacey's hands were insistent. It took all her will not to allow herself to slip over the edge.

"Stacey Says wait your turn," Stacey yelled as she slapped the older woman on the left cheek of her butt to calm her down.

Suddenly, Michelle began squealing out her orgasm. She came and came all over her mother's lips, and tongue, and face. Jeannie waited just long enough for it to be obvious that her daughter had cum first. Then she allowed herself to go over the edge. All the while Jeannie was orgasming, Stacey continued to spank her butt.

After a time, Stacey stopped slapping the older woman's butt and removed her fingers from Jeannie's soppy slit.

Then Michelle, now utterly spent, finally pushed her mother's head away from between her legs.

Jeannie fell back on the floor, her own need building yet again almost to the bursting point. She needed to cum again.

"Stacey, Michelle, please help me, please help me cum some more. I helped you cum. Now I need to cum again, Please, oh please do something to me so I can cuuuuummmmmmm. Please."

Jeannie rocked back and forth in desperation as her vagina spasmed and her heart pounded.

"OK, Mommy," Michelle said with an evil glint in her eye. "I'll do something to help you cum again."

As Jeannie watched dumbfounded, Michelle reached over and picked up the poolside phone. She quickly punched in a number and heard a familiar voice answering.

"Aunt Sydney? Hi. This is Michelle. I want you to come over to my house as soon as you can."

"Yes. I've got a present for you."

As she said the words, Michelle ran her foot along her mother's naked back.

"Sure. It's a really great present."

At the thought of being given away to her own sister, Jeannie went over the edge for the second time. Stacey and Michelle watched with amused little smirks on their faces as Jeannie writhed around on the pad, completely caught up in her own lewd orgasmic thoughts of mating with her sister.

When Aunt Sydney had agreed to come over and Michelle had hung up the phone. Stacey looked over at her and smiled approvingly.

"And after Sydney gets her shot at your nasty little Mommy, I'm going to call my own little slutmom and invite her over for the night. Before the night's over, we'll see just what we can think of to make our little Mommy dears prove just how degraded they can be."

At the thought of having another grown up Mommy to play with besides her own, Michelle reached over and hugged Stacey with all her might.

Wow, a new friend and a new set of slut Mommies all in the same day. How cool.

Deep within her orgasmic stupor, Jeannie heard Stacey and Michelle talking. Although she didn't understand everything they said, she grasped enough of their words to throw her into yet another series of overpowering orgasms.

Stacey Says was just the best game ever.

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