| Nancy and Kayleigh-5; Agreements, Part 1 For Kayleigh: Our story can only get better It is a lazy morning. My daughter Nancy is sitting at the breakfast table, idly pushing cereal around her bowl, her mind off on other things. I pour myself a cup of coffee, lightly flavored with peppermint and sit down across from her. It is still relatively early on Saturday morning, not yet eight O’clock. Kayleigh will be calling soon, as I have told her to do. It has been three days since I orchestrated the little ‘punishment’ session in the study. In truth, it wasn’t much of a punishment; I just wanted some fun at Kayleigh’s expense. Getting my daughter to join in the play was a bonus I hadn’t counted on, but one that I can’t stop thinking about. Nancy opens her mouth to speak, closes it again, and returns her gaze to me once more. I am dressed in a light silk robe; purple, my favorite color. It is tied loosely at the waist and I am showing a fair amount of cleavage. I’m not trying to flash for my daughter, but I want her to understand that there will be no more secrets in this house; no more hidden activities. Nancy and I have had several conversations over the last couple of days; some tears, and above all, honesty. There isn’t a question I won’t answer for her. She has a new perspective on life; a new understanding of human interaction. My only regret is that she also has an understanding of human depravity. In fact, that seems to be the topic of most of our conversations; why people do the things they do and enjoy it. “Mom?” she starts again. I raise an eyebrow in reply. “Is Kayleigh your slave?” So bold a question for one so young. “No baby.” I say, “She is my plaything, my toy. We have a mutual desire to fulfill each other’s needs. Hers is to be dominated by her lover, mine is to control her. Being a slave implies giving up your rights; having no rights, in fact.” I pause for a sip of coffee. “It didn’t start out that way.” No secrets, I tell myself. “Honesty and trust are what make up any union between people. She trusts me and I trust her”. I pause again for another sip of coffee. “Kayleigh and I met by accident.” I take a deep breath. “I have always been attracted to younger girls. At my age, that means women in their early 20’s and up, but when I was younger, I was attracted to much younger girls; girls who have innocence about them; their body’s still developing and who look at each new experience with eyes full of wonder.” “When I first met kayleigh in the library, it was that look which initially attracted me. She looks and acts much younger than a 19 year old woman does.” I chuckle; “she looks like she should still be in junior high school, attending class with you!” I get up to refill my cup leaving Nancy to ponder what I have told her. At least she is not looking at me like I have grown another head. As I sit down, my gown opens up to reveal most of my left breast. I do nothing to cover it. I see Nancy’s gaze lock on my display, and I feel the first stirrings of arousal begin in my pussy. “I like that too. Telling her what to do, I mean” Nancy said. “The day you caught us in my room, it was cool to tell her to get naked and have her strip.” A new light flashes in Nancy’s eyes. “I like that you let me watch you punish her; that you let me help.” She squirms in her seat a little before continuing. “I liked everything about it”. “You liked everything?” I ask; the image of Nancy licking the pink strap-on flash through my mind, sending a jolt of pure lust to my loins. I look at her again, in her oversized sleep shirt. I can just make out the swell of her breasts under the thin material; nipples hard as diamonds as she places her hands under her legs and swings her foot back and forth. Oh baby, what have I gotten myself into? “But she lets you do things to her; nasty things.” Nancy continues. “I like that.” “It can be fun, Honey. Would you like to try?” The question came out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying; what I was implying. What had my lust gotten me into? “YES”, Nancy almost yells. She has another look about her now; one of almost joy. I have never seen her so animated, so delighted; almost like a child who gets to have everything in a toy store. I can almost hear the gears turning in her mind. “That would be so cool!” “Can I Mom? Can I?” “Honesty and trust, honesty and trust”; I say them over and over again in my mind, almost like a lifeline. It somehow turns me on to lend out my toy slut to someone else, to be used in ways that I can’t imagine. “OK honey, but I have a few rules that you MUST obey. Consider them Commandments from Above.” She looks at me with rapt attention. “First off, you and Kayleigh need to talk. You have to honor her limits and abilities. Experiment with her, but listen to her when she tells you something. Ask her questions to learn about her and about yourself.” “Secondly, there will be no abuse. I don’t mean physically, although I want no permanent harm to come to her; but emotionally. That can ruin it for us if you break the bond of honesty and trust. She will place herself in your hands, and that is a HUGE responsibility. I think you are up to the challenge, and that is the only reason I am agreeing to this.” Nancy nods her head. “Thirdly, and most importantly, you will do nothing that will get us in trouble; with the law or within our little family. If you think you can follow this rule, then I will let you play with her for today; see how things work.” Nancy considers this, but I can see she is giving it great thought. “And finally, remember that she is mine.” I finish rather breathlessly; the idea of my little toy in the control of my daughter is something that is new to me. It excites me in a way that I cannot describe, except to say that I want it. The phone rings then, and Nancy uses the chance to escape up to her room. It is Kayleigh, of course, and I tell her to come over. I tell her that she and Nancy are going shopping, my treat, but I want her to dress in some slutty clothes; I want her to look like a little whore today. I fill her in on the agreement Nancy and I have made, and let Kayleigh know that she is Nancy’s for the day. Kayleigh agrees, as she must. After a few more instructions, I hang up and stretch luxuriously. Perfect. Nancy greets Kayleigh at the door, and her eyes open wide at what Kayleigh is wearing; a small green crop-top embroidered with flowers that zippers in the front, white button-up shorts that are unbuttoned at the top button, showing a huge expanse of flesh and her bare midriff, and sandals that have a floral pattern to match her top. Around Kayleigh’s neck is a collar, embossed with ‘Mommy’s little one’. She looks absolutely devastating; the exact effect she was trying for. A little taken aback, Nancy lets Kayleigh in the door. I rise from the sofa to greet her. I let a finger slide down Kayleigh’s tummy to her open shorts, pulling out on the material to see if she is wearing panties. She spreads her legs to give me a clearer view. “Very nice” I say. “You two girls have fun” as I hand Nancy my credit card. Kayleigh and Nancy get into the car and drive away. Nancy reaches over the intervening space between them and unzips Kayleigh’s top further, exposing the older teens nipples to her gaze as the top spreads open. “Mom told me that you are mine for today.” Nancy says, lightly brushing Kayleigh’s nipples. Kayleigh movers her arms on the steering wheel, trying to give Nancy easier access to her tits. “She said to have fun with you, but first I have to ask you some questions.” Kayleigh remains silent, waiting for the younger teen to speak. Her tits are almost fully on display, and she revels in the fact that Nancy can do this to her. She likes when Nancy takes control; shows herself off to the young teen. “When did you decide to be a toy for my mom?” Although not surprising, the question still throws Kayleigh off balance. She decides to answer honestly. “Since your mom and I became lovers, our sex life has progressed from the first, gentle touches, to some full-blown lovemaking that shakes the rafters. As time went on, I began to think it couldn't get any better, but then, without any warning your mom would introduce something new and I'd cum even more, scream even louder, and love her more deeply. I think the last few months have been the crowning achievement of our relationship. In fact, every time I think about how we first started, I get wet.” Kayleigh Remembering… It was Saturday, and we were getting things put away in my dorm room before going to Your house. You turned to me with a shy smile on Your face and stared into my eyes. "I've got something special waiting for you," You whispered, careful that my roommate was near. I glanced around and then looked at her. "What is it?" "You'll just have to trust me; I think you're going to love it." You say With that, You turned to finish Your cleaning, leaving me to ponder what You might have in store. My cunt quivered in anticipation and I could feel the wetness starting. We walked out to the parking lot and climbed into the car. The five-minute ride to Your house seemed interminable, but at last, we walked in and tossed our coats and stuff onto the couch. We were in each other’s arms instantly and You leaned into me so I could kiss You. Your warm lips pressed against mine. Your hands moved over my back, rubbing softly, and then came around front and began to unbutton my blouse. You pulled my shirt off, exposing my breasts. You motioned for me to lean forward; to place my breasts in your hands. I moaned quietly as Your skilled tongue and lips drove my breasts crazy and brought my nipples to full hardness. My cunt was soaked and ached for Your touch. I stepped out of my shoes and You quickly slid my skirt and pantyhose off, leaving me in just my tiny bikini panties. You kissed my hot slit through the thin fabric and I groaned as the heat in my crotch increased. You slid the panties down my legs and bent lower to lick at my slick, wet, outer lips. The touch of Your tongue sent tremors through my body, and I held Your head to me tightly. Your tongue bathed my outer lips in loving warmth and then You stood and took my hands in Yours. You led me into the bedroom and gently laid me down on the bed. "Now trust me, little one," You whispered. I lay very still as You pulled my legs apart and moved to the foot of the bed. I looked down to see what You were doing and noticed some ropes tied to the posts. You took one and tied it around my ankle, making sure it was secure, but not too tight. You moved to my other leg and tied it down, too. I pulled experimentally and found the bindings quite secure. You moved to the head of the bed and lifted my arms over my head. I looked up. Ropes were tied to those posts, too. You gently tied one wrist, then the other, making sure I was unable to get free, and then You stood back. You began to unbutton Your dress and as each button opened, I could see more and more of Your creamy bosom and lacy bra. You pulled Your arms free of the dress and slowly pushed it down and stepped out of it. You reached to the middle of the bra and undid the hook, letting Your breasts stand free, the brown nipples puckered and hard. You bent over slowly and slid Your pantyhose and panties down Your legs. You stood, regal beauty glowing in the afternoon sunlight. My cunt ached for Your touch and I lusted for Your incredible body. In The Car… Nancy, impatient for Kayleigh to answer, unbuttons another clasp on Kayleigh’s shorts. Kayleigh is almost totally on display for the little minx, and she loves it. Nancy takes one of Kayleigh’s nipples between thumb and forefinger, giving it a savage pinch. A gasp escapes the older teen as the pain/pleasure run strait to her cunt. Nancy fingers the collar around Kayleigh’s neck, toying with the leather for a moment. “Almost like the collar on a pet” Nancy muses. “I think that’s what you are now; my pet.” The thrill of excitement that courses through Kayleigh is unexplainable; almost overpowering in its intensity as she hears Nancy’s words. With exaggerated care, Kayleigh pulls into the parking garage of the mall and finds a spot to park. “Yes, Miss; I am your pet” Kayleigh breathes the words, feeling them in her body that they are spoken true. Nancy gets a devilish smirk on her face as she exits the car. Kayleigh follows, and realize for the first time how exposed she is. “This is going to be an interesting day!” Kayleigh says aloud. |