My Life As A Sexual Servant - Chapters 5-

by JennaK

This story is intended only for an adult audience. If you are not an adult, or cannot control your actions in a responsible way, please do not read this.

This is fiction, arising solely from my imagination. This is not my actual life. All characters and events are fictional and no people were harmed in the writing of this fantasy.

Chapter 5

After that night, Margaret took delight in showing her control over me in front of Kate. It was as though a switch had been thrown in Margaret's psyche and she realized for the first time that she not only enjoyed having a sexual servant to please her in bed but also enjoyed exposing my subservient role to Kate.

The night following the storm, as we sat in the Media Room watching some TV, Margaret asked me to come closer to her and rub her feet. Previously, before the stormy night, the three of us had sat apart watching TV as any normal family might. But now, I was called to do an intimate, and subservient task for Margaret in front of Kate. Kate watched carefully as I moved over to rub Margaret's feet and continued watching as I was instructed to continue up her legs. My heart sank as I continued to the point where my hands went under Margaret's dress and up to her inner thighs. Margaret's eyes were on Kate and Kate's eyes were on where my hands were. When I felt Margaret's panties with the tops of my fingers, I looked at her pleadingly hoping she would tell me to stop. But instead she actually said out loud – "Jenna, pull them off."

I wished there was a way to run out of the room, take Kate's hand and leave the house. But instead, I reached up and pulled her panties down and off of her ankles. Margaret then lay back on the couch and told me to continue the massage. I reached back under her dress and began lightly rubbing her pussy, without trying to get Margaret too stimulated and without trying to masturbate her. Margaret would have none of that, and with her hand over her dress, pushed my hand hard onto her pussy and moved it back and forth, instructing me on what she wanted. I followed her direction and began masturbating her as she lay on the couch, my daughter sitting next to me watching my every move. Kate said nothing during this whole time. Meanwhile, I was red with shame, my tummy was churning, my eyes were watering, and my ears burning with the thought that Kate was seeing my subordinate role and knowing that this was my job in the household.

Margaret wasn't through. She placed my free hand on her breast and pressed down, instructing me to massage her breast while masturbating her. Eventually, she climaxed under my hands, all the while looking at Kate. Finally she said, "Katie, I hope you didn't mind that your Mom and I got started a little early tonight." Kate (who refused to let me to call her "Katie" after she turned 11) didn't object to Margaret using her childhood name, and said in response - "No. It's fine." Margaret said to me, "Jenna, let's go continue this in bed." She got up and walked to the bedroom. I got up and followed, with Kate's eyes watching as a walked down the long hallway into Margaret's bedroom. I knew that Kate knew that I was going in there to provide sexual services to Margaret and that I couldn't refuse.

Margaret stood at the bedroom doorway, waiting for me as Kate watched.

When I entered the doorway behind Margaret, I reached back to close the door, as usual. But, Margaret said to leave it open and came back to the door and opened it fully. It was an obvious invitation if Kate wanted to watch her mother in action. Throughout the rest of the evening, as I lay nude between Margaret's legs, as I rode her cock, and as we tribbed to give her a fourth orgasm of the night, I kept on looking back to the doorway. I wasn't sure if I was pleased or disappointed that Kate never appeared at the door that night. But the sounds of the lovemaking did run out the open door and down the hall and Kate surely heard Margaret cry out, "Yes Jenna, that is it. You are SO GOOD." And, later during my mandatory masturbation afterward, Kate heard Margaret telling me -- "Little Katie liked watching Mommy taking off her Mistress's panties and giving Mistress a nice early cum on the couch. Did Mommy like it that little Katie got to see how Mommy can bring Mistress off?"

I wanted to say NO!, that wasn't what I wanted for Kate, but my moving fingers over inflamed pussy and my arched back in orgasm gave me away.

She said - "Yes, you did, didn't you. You are such a mommy-slut Jenna." I couldn't deny it, but said nothing.

Chapter 6

At breakfast the next morning, Kate said nothing to me about the events of the night before. In the afternoon, when Kate got home from school in the afternoon, she sat on a tall bar-stool and did her homework in the kitchen while I prepared dinner. That routine always gave us some time to talk and catch up on events. Kate didn't raise the subject of the night before, so I decided that I had to say something. I told Kate again that I was sorry that Margaret was so aggressive and demanding, and that I didn't think that her actions were appropriate, but it was not my place to tell her no. I told her that I hoped she understood that I was doing this to provide us a home and security. Kate said, without emotion, that she understood and left it at that. She moved on to her homework and I went back to preparing the soup.

But for all of the rest of the afternoon, and all during dinner, I was wondering what Margaret might have in store for me during our evening time with Kate. Would Margaret push further. Would she go past what ever limits I had (if any) on my embarrassment in front of Kate? Would Kate bolt if she saw too much? I vowed that if Kate raised an objection, I would take that as my sign to quit and leave with Kate. But, with no objection from Kate, I was not going to jeopardize my job and Kate's welfare for my own comfort level. Although I never told this to Kate, I was leaving my sexual life and future in the hands of a 12 year old girl.

That night, Margaret indeed forced me to take another humiliating step in front of Kate. While we were all in the Media Room again, Margaret called me over and told me to give her a proper kiss on the lips. I did, and she held the kiss for a few seconds and began French kissing me. I couldn't see Kate since my back was turned, but when I was finally released, I turned my head and saw that she had been staring at the long kiss. Then Margaret told us that she was ready to turn in early and that Kate could stay up in the Media Room as long as she liked (it was a Friday night so no school the next day). Turning to me, Margaret said that I should get ready for bed now. I thought that was going to be humiliating enough – forced to walk away from Kate and into Margaret's bedroom while Kate watched. But I was wrong. When I started walking to the bedroom, Margaret stopped me and said, no, get ready right here. I gave her a confused look, and she said – forcefully – "Jenna, get undressed here." I looked down and tried to give her a chance to change that demand, but she became even more insistent. "Jenna! You know your uniform in my bed is to be nude! Now get ready. NOW!"

Now, even Kate blushed for me. I was crimson with anger. She was making me strip in front of Kate just for the pure pleasure of humiliating me. Kate looked away as I undressed and finally laid my clothes on the sofa. In the final act of pure control, Margaret told my daughter to take my clothes into my little bedroom next to her room because I wouldn't be needing them for the rest of the night. Margaret then led me down to her bedroom and once again insisted that the door remain open. I was grateful that at least she didn't come to the door to watch.

Later that evening, as I was finally jilling for my own satisfaction, Margaret asked me if I thought little Katie enjoyed watching mommy strip in front of her. I said I didn't know. Margaret said she thought little Katie did, and suggested that little Katie might have been jilling herself on the couch listening to Mommy making love to her mistress. She wanted me to imagine little Katie, her legs up on the back of the couch fingering herself to a mild 12-year old orgasm while she listened to Mommy. She said -- "Jenna, your daughter is jilling right now on the couch in time to your own fingering. She was turned on hearing you making love to me."

Once again, to my shame, I was both repulsed and turned on by Margaret's words and reached an earth-shattering orgasm. I tried my best to muffle my moans of pleasure, but if Kate was indeed still on the couch, she would have heard Mommy in the throws of ecstasy.

Chapter 7

Margaret's thought of a new torment the following night. Once again I was instructed to undress in the Media Room, but instead of placing my clothes on the sofa, I was told to hand them, one at a time, to Kate who stood there next to me to receive them. Kate offered no objection.

The following evening, Margaret again turned the screws. Instead of instructing me to undress myself in the Media Room, as she had the night before, this time Margaret asked – "Katie, would you like to do the honors of undressing your Mom for bed." I was sure that this time Kate would object, and I was ready to quit and take my chances finding a new job. But Kate just said "Fine" in a passive way. Margaret orchestrated the undressing, having Kate first unbutton my blouse and then remove my slacks. I was standing before my daughter in my bra and panties as Kate was waiting for Margaret to give the next instruction. Kate was then told to remove my bra. I turned my back to Kate and felt her fingers fumbling at the clasps. I realized that she had never worked adult bra clasps before – her training bras were all one piece and pulled on with no hooks. As she fumbled, I felt the warmth of her fingers against my bare skin. Finally, she succeeded and the bra opened. She then pulled the straps down off of my shoulders and exposed my breasts to Margaret. I was instructed then to turn around so Kate could remove my panties. I turned to face my daughter, with my nipples hard with the cool air as well as with my shame. As Kate bent over, her hair brushed against my nipples. She pulled down my panties and then I balanced myself on her shoulder as I stepped out of them. Margaret smiled, saying "Good girl, Katie!" when she had finished and Kate smiled back with a sense of accomplishment.

Then Margaret turned to me and said, "My, my Jenna. Look at how hard and outstanding your nipples are. You must really like little Katie undressing you. Is that it, Jenna, do you like little Katie undressing Mommy for bed?"

When I said nothing, and looked down, Margaret demanded an answer. "I said, DO YOU LIKE little Katie undressing Mommy for bed." I waited for Kate to say something to save me, but she said nothing, so I said, in a small voice, 'If you like it then it's OK with me." Margaret said, "I'll take that as a Yes, particularly since your nipples give you away." She then took my hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom, once again leaving the door open.

Chapter 8

My embarrassment continued nightly. I was getting used to standing at attention while Kate silently took off each article of clothing, never objecting. After several nights of Kate undressing me, Kate was becoming accomplished at unhooking my bra without difficulty. Then, Margaret suggested that Kate try reaching around my front to grasp the bra hooks in back, and she learned to accomplish this feat as well. That meant, however, that my breasts were pressed against Kate's small budding chest as she hugged around my body to reach the bra hooks. A new level of intimacy was reached, again without objection from Kate.

This level remained constant for a few more days, presumably while Margaret was thinking up some new embarrassment for me. Meanwhile, after the lovemaking, I always jilled while Margaret watched. I wasn't even embarrassed by her voyeurism any more and actually came to enjoy cumming under her encouragement – which now always involved her talking about "little Katie." She particularly went back often to the idea that little Katie was sitting on the sofa or laying in her bed jilling at the thought of her Mom nude in bed with a woman, and she regularly brought up the idea that little Katie was reaching her pre-teen orgasm about the same time as I was reaching mine. Even thought I felt shamed by jilling while the talk was about my daughter masturbating, it always brought me to a heightened orgasm. Margaret knew it too.