My Angel Mistress, Part 2

by Rainbow Brite

This is the second part of the fantasy. Hope you like it!

3 months have passed; I'm now 5 months pregnant. My belly is huge, and walking down the aisles at the grocery store I feel like one of those big freighter ships barely making it through the Panama Canal with a load of baby.

Once I became pregnant, Annie became increasingly possessive and jealous of me fucking my husband (and her father) Jason, so she decided that I should divorce him. As much as I care about Jason, I had to obey my angel so after 15 years he is now out of the picture.

Ironically, Annie is being more attentive to my needs during this pregnancy now than Jason ever was when I was expecting her. She brings me home ice cream for my cravings, allows me to go to bed early every night, and rubs my tummy down with coconut oil to help minimize the inevitable stretch marks. Even though I feel fat and ugly, she regularly tells me how beautiful I am. I love hearing those words from my angel; I am flattered, and of course since she is my Mistress I dare not disagree with her.

My punishments as of late are far less severe than when she first began to dominate me, just things like light spankings or having to wear nipple clips under my sweatshirt while I'm out in public. About the worst punishment I did get was an enema for dropping dinner on the floor one night (stupidly trying to carry a hot dish to the table and it slipped out of the oven mitts I was wearing).

Annie was thrilled when we found out I'm having a girl, and told me that she would use discipline as little as necessary so as not to traumatize her baby sister. She assures me that this is not an excuse to misbehave, however, as after the baby is born she will blister my behind and worse when I get out of line. I have no reason not to believe her.

Chloe remains a problem for me, for while Annie didn't like me fucking Jason, she carries on her affair with her schoolmate without a second thought to my feelings. One night at dinner, with my pregnant emotions swinging wildly it finally happens; looking at my little lover and imagining her in Chloe's arms is finally too much. I burst into tears, jump up from the table and run into the bathroom crying, slamming the door behind me.

I sit on the floor and bawl uncontrollably for a few minutes, and then as my crying subsides I hear a light tapping on the door. This in itself is unusual, as my darling mistress has forbidden me any privacy from her at all times. I fully expect her to come storming in and punish me for my outburst. Instead, I hear Annie's sweet soft voice call to me, "Momma, are you OK? Can I come in?"

"Y-y-yes," I answer, expecting her to angrily burst in, but the door slowly swings open and she gingerly steps in. She has changed out of her school clothes and looks delicious, wearing only a long t-shirt, her long blonde hair shiny and hanging down. She sits on the toilet seat behind me, picks up my hair brush and instead of spanking me with it, starts brushing my hair. At her request, I had grown it long and dyed it light blonde to match hers, and I love when she brushes it.

As she brushes, she speaks to me as if I am a small child. "Now what was that all about?" she asks gently. My head held down obediently, I wipe my tears away, but do not reply. "This is about Chloe, isn't it?" she asks. I nod my head yes. "Momma, you mustn't be jealous," she tells me, "Chloe is my girlfriend for sex. I don't make love to her; I just like to fuck her. But you're my Mother, and I love you. I love you not just because you're so very good in bed, (I smile at that compliment,) but for all the changes you've gone through because you love me. You're even having a baby for me. That's so incredible - I could never ask Chloe to do that for me. When you and I have sex, it's not just fucking, we're making love, and nothing will change that. Do you understand?" I nod my head yes. "I let Chloe fuck you because you are the most important thing I can possibly give her. She suspects you don't like her, though, because you don't fuck her with the passion you have when you're fucking me."

I don't tell Annie, but the reason I don't like Chloe because she's kind of heartless – Annie may punish me if I do something wrong, but Chloe just enjoys punishing me to make me cry. She hurts my feelings, refers to me as a pregnant cow or a brood mare; sometimes, ignoring my cries of pain she'll lube me up and put things in my asshole like hairbrushes or dildos, and at one point even managed to get her entire fist in - I fear what she may try next. After I make her cum from eating her pussy, she usually makes me worship her little rectum, plunging my tongue in as deep as it will go while I finger her clit. It tastes awful, but Annie has given her permission to use me, so she takes full advantage of it, and after I give myself to her totally, she never tells me she loves me. That's what hurts the worst.

Annie has stopped brushing my hair - her hands have now gone down the front of my sweatshirt, and she's playing with my nipples. My pussy is suddenly dripping from the attention. Feeling emboldened, I dare to whisper, "But Annie, my angel, I only fuck her because you tell me to. I don't love her like I love you." She leans my head back and kisses me upside down, her tongue dancing with mine. It is a long kiss, filled with passion and promise for tonight. The crotch of my sweatpants is now soaked.

"Momma, you don't have to love her. You can fake it – just pretend she's me, OK? Will you try for me, please? Will you do your best for your little angel?" She is kissing my neck as she says this, and her hands are now caressing my baby belly under the sweatshirt. I'm close to cumming, just from that contact.

"Yes, Annie. I promise," I tell her. "The next time she comes over, I'll fuck her brains out, but the whole time I'll be pretending it's you." She pulls her hands away and kisses the top of my head.

"That's my Momma," she says. "I ought to punish you good for running in here and closing the door, but I'm not going to because you were upset and did it out of love for me. Now go bring me your special collar and leash. I'm taking my sweet Momma to bed."

Thrilled, I bring her my special silver slave collar – it's made of a sliver mesh with an adjustable clasp, a ring on the front. She takes off my sweat clothes, and snaps the leash lead on the collar. Before she leads me away, she stands up on tiptoe and kisses me lightly, then whispers. "To show you how much I love you, Momma, tomorrow you're driving me to the Body Art Ink Shoppe and giving them permission for me to get a tattoo. To symbolize how much I love you I'll have one done on my ankle. You can pick the design – a heart, a flower, your name, whatever you want. It will show the world that I love only you, OK?"

I'm crying again, tears of happiness once more, as my beautiful Annie takes my leash and leads me to the master bedroom. Before the night is over, I intend for her to lose count of her cummings. And I already know what the tattoo design will be – a little angel for my angel!