My Angel Mistress, Part 3

by Rainbow Brite

This is a work of complete fantasy and imagination. No children or subs were injured in its creation.

A week later, Annie is at school and I'm cleaning the house. I pause and look down at my left ankle with the small angel tattoo, and get a warm feeling all over. It's a little girl angel with tiny wings, seated and wearing a short skirt and high-top stockings with a seductive look on her face. Annie wanted to symbolize how much she loved me by getting a tattoo on her right ankle and letting me choose the design, and this is what I chose for her. But then I decided at the Body Art Ink Shoppe I wanted to do the same so we would always be a pair, so I had one done on my left ankle – this way, when we were face-to-face in each other's arms, our tattoos would be together as well. I love my angel Annie so much, and having these tattoos makes me feel less jealous about Annie having Chloe as a girlfriend.

As my angel had requested, I've gone out of my way recently to be more passionate when Chloe fucks me, and I do this by pretending she's Annie. As a result, Chloe has not been as mean to me lately, although she still hurts my feelings by calling me things like 'brood mare', and 'breeding stock', and sometimes likes to stick things in my ass like big cucumbers and then take pictures. I think somehow she resents me being pregnant, but I can't figure out why.

She is still rough with me, once almost smothering me with her pussy as she straddled my face, another time caning me instead of spanking me with her hand or a hairbrush. This really, really hurt and made me not just cry, but howl! My angel Annie would never do anything to really hurt or mark me, and she was furious when she saw the welt marks from the caning on my ass. She and Chloe had a huge fight about it (I was secretly hoping they'd break up), but Chloe finally saying she was sorry.

As punishment for damaging Annie's property, (me) she agreed to let Annie cane her, then Chloe had to drink a glass of Annie's wonderful pee, which she promptly threw up afterwards. (Of course, guess who had to clean THAT up.) But I secretly enjoyed Chloe getting a taste of her own medicine, and seeing her unable to do something that is so easy for me.

After administering her punishment to Chloe, Annie then took us both to bed, making me lay on my back with my legs spread while she straddled my face and let me lick her pussy. She made Chloe go between my legs for the first time and pleasure me, and while I could not see her because of my now-huge baby belly, I certainly felt her and had to admit I now understood why Annie liked to fuck her. Her tongue was very skilled, and I had several cums from her licking.

To remind me of my place, I was ordered to stand in the corner and watch as Annie then ravaged Chloe. (I got a secret thrill knowing that Annie was kissing lips and a face that was covered in my pussy juices.) I quietly slipped my hand around my belly and between my legs to rub my clit as I watched, but Annie spotted me and made me stop just as I was cumming. I groaned, but was allowed no relief as they ground their pussies together savagely, biting at each other's breast buds and necks and cumming hard.

After Chloe had left, I made dinner and then Annie and I went to bed early. My angel didn't want me to pleasure her, she just wanted us to lie together and hold each other. I was thrilled, because it was one of those motherly things I didn't get to do much these days, just hold my sweet baby close and snuggle with her, and give her the occasional kiss. Although she is my mistress, she's still my little girl, and moments like these when she uses me for comfort just make me love her more.

As we lay there she told me shared how unhappy she was about what had happened, and asked me to please try to be more affectionate to Chloe to see if that would make things better between the two of us. I promised her with all my heart I would.

All my life I've been very organized and an excellent planner, and so the next day I think make a plan and put it in motion. Annie forgot her cell phone on the counter when she left for school, and it's one of those that can take pictures, and that's when the idea for my plan hits me. I go into my room and pulled out the reddest, sexiest lipstick I have, and paint my lips bright red. (Annie doesn't usually allow me to wear makeup, but I think she'll allow this for what I have in mind.) I also take my sweatshirt off and with the lipstick I draw a heart across the top of each of my breasts. Over the heart on my right breast I write 'I LUV', and over the heart on the right one I write 'U CHLOE'. Then, using the phone, I take a picture of my decorated chest, as well as my red sexy lips puckered for a kiss, and send the pictures to Chloe's cell phone at school. It's lunch time at school so it shouldn't take too long for her to get the message.

Fifteen minutes later, my cell phone rings. It's the school nurse, and apparently Chloe has a stomach ache. Her mom can't come to pick her up, but wants to know if I can come pick Chloe up so she can stay with me until after work. I sigh like it's an imposition, but reluctantly agree. I pull on my boring pregnancy stretch pants and slip on one of my ex-husband's white dress shirts (it sets off the red lipstick very dramatically), hop in the minivan, and off I go.

I pick Chloe up, and we're driving back to the house. She says nothing, just stares at me. I surreptitiously unbutton the top buttons of the dress shirt so she can see part of the messages on my breasts. I take a risk and dare to look at her, but she doesn't notice. Her eyes are riveted to my chest. I giggle inwardly to myself, for I have her where I want her. She may not appreciate a sub manipulating her like this, even if it is on Annie's orders.

Once we get in the house, as soon as the door closes she's ripping the shirt off of me, the buttons flying all over as she pulls it off of me. She grabs my elbows and uses them to press me against the wall, and then proceeds to attack my nipples. I can't help myself – my pregnant nipples are hyper-sensitive, and I moan in delight. She releases my elbows.

"Don't move," she warns me. She rips my sandals off, then my pants are down and away. She smothers my belly with her kisses as she works her way down to my wet pussy, and I spread my legs slightly to give her better access. I shudder as her tongue bathes my clit and labia. I feel the baby move – Chloe's really stirring things up.

Suddenly, she stands up and pulls me with her into the master bedroom. She orders me to undress her, and I obediently I do, then she walks over to a dresser pulls out a pair of handcuffs. As I stand there naked next to the bed, she turns me around so I'm facing the bed and handcuffs my hands behind my back. She then gets onto the bed, standing in front of me so my lips are about even with her nipples.

Grabbing my head in her hands, she pulls my face up to hers and roughly presses her lips against mine, her tongue trying to gain entrance to my mouth. This is a first – Chloe regularly fucks me, but never ever kisses me. Like a good sub, I don't immediately open wide, but gradually loosen my jaw and surrendered my mouth as her tongue forces its way in. With her hands squeezing and caressing my defenseless nipples, she kisses me that way for several minutes and I find I am getting quite turned on by it. VERY turned on, in fact. I'm feeling passion I've never felt before, and this time it's not by pretending Chloe is my Annie.

"Tell me you want to suck my nipples," she orders, "But only say it if you mean it. If you're faking it, I'll know, and I'll really spank you." She takes my head in her hands and holds it so my lips are inches from her left nipple. I know I'm really wet - I can smell my own pussy juices now.

"Please Chloe," I beg, "Let me suck your nipples." I stretch my tongue out and make brief contact, just getting the tip wet but she pulls my head away.

"Call me Mistress," she commands. I've never called her that, because Annie is my Mistress. But this seems a day for firsts.

"Please Mistress," I beg again, "Let me suck your nipples."

"Very well, slave, you may," she replies, and draws my mouth down on her small breast. I suckle, I tease the nipple with my tongue, I use my teeth to bite ever-so-softly on it. She moans, then pulls my head over to the other one, and I repeat my performance there.

"You are an excellent tit-sucker, slave," she says. I am thrilled! An actual compliment!

She walks out of the room for a few minutes, and like a good slave I wait. She returns with a nearly full glass of urine. "Did you really mean it when you wrote that you loved me on your tits?" I nod my head yes. "If that's true, will you drink for me like you drink for your daughter?" she asks. I suddenly realize that all this time that while I've been allowing Chloe to use me, my submission has not been to her – it's ultimately been Annie I've been submitting to, giving myself because Annie wanted me to and I love her. I have not loved Chloe. But today, after seeing how she reacted to my efforts, I feel something stir in my heart. I want to submit to Chloe now.

"Yes, please Mistress," I say, "but I'll need your help because I can't hold the glass." She gently takes my chin in one hand and uses the other to bring the glass to my lips. I take a swallow, then grimace because it's very bitter. Determined to see this through, I raise my lips and she gives me another swallow, and I try to drink more this time. But it's pretty bad.

She takes the glass away, picks up a rag she had brought in, and wipes my chin. "You don't have to drink the whole thing," she says, "I haven't been drinking diet cola to make it sweet like Annie does, so I'm sure it tastes bad. I wanted to test you though, to see if you really meant it. And you did!" She wraps her arms around me and gives me an affectionate hug. It feels wonderful – I can't believe this is the same Chloe who liked to spank and humiliate me.

"Please Mistress," I now plead, "Put more lipstick on me, I want to paint your pussy red." She kisses me deeply, then goes and finds the lipstick in my room and re-applies it for me. Sitting on the bed against the headboard, she props herself up on several pillows so I can more easily reach her and spreads her legs.

"Come to me, slave," she orders, and I do. Lowering my head, I put red kisses all over her womanly wonders, and soon I'm rewarded with the sound of her passionate cries as she cums. Afterwards, she undoes my handcuffs and, amazingly, we lay together cuddling like Annie and I do sometimes. I feel immensely satisfied, but then she begins to cry sorrowfully. I don't know what to say. She waves me away, then sits on the edge of the bed and cries. It's as if I am no longer here.

I kneel on the floor in front of the sobbing girl, then as her crying subsides I speak softly to her. "Mistress, Chloe, may I ask you a question?"

"Yes, you may." I crawl forward and wrap my arms around her legs in supplication, kissing her feet for good measure before I speak.

"There's something really bothering you, and I'd like to know what it is if you'll allow me to." I move into an upright kneeling position now, and risk looking straight at Chloe. Her expression is not that of a dominatrix; it's the face of a sad little girl. My heart melts at the sight of this sad child. I am a mother, after all.

The girl chokes out in a hoarse voice, "It's my stupid mom. When I come home, she nags me about homework, about cleaning my room, about doing my chores, about all kinds of stupid shit. She never gives me a hug, never asks 'how was your day', or 'how are you feeling', just nags at me. When Annie comes home you're like all over her, wanting to please her, you never criticize her or anything." Taking a chance at incurring her wrath, I slowly get up and sit down on the bed next to her, putting my arms around her and pulling her against my chest.

She continues, "And, no matter what I do in school, it's never good enough! I get an A on a test, my mom wants to know why I didn't get an A ! You're not that way with Annie – you're crazy in love with her, and you want to make her happy. You'll do ANYTHING for her – including drinking her piss and even having a baby! I get so mad sometimes – why can't my mom can't be like you? Even a little bit?"

I think for a second at the tremendous praise, then respond, "So that's why you've been so very harsh with me – you're unhappy with your own mom. I'm sure she loves you, though, no mother could not love such a beautiful girl."

She looks at me with big wet eyes, with a look that could almost be considered adoring. "You really think I'm beautiful? I mean, would you still fuck me if Annie didn't make you?"

I swallow nervously, but I cannot lie to her. "Chloe, to tell you the complete truth at first I didn't want to, but did so only because Annie made me. You weren't gentle with me, and I didn't like the way you treated me. But now I understand why. Today, you were such a fantastic lover. It was amazing, so amazing that yes, I'd fuck you even if Annie didn't make me."

She reaches up and pulls my face to hers, kissing me. It starts off soft and gentle, but from the increasing force I can tell the sad little girl is going away, being replaced by the dominant girl again.

Being cautious, I address her formally now, "Mistress Chloe, will you allow me to make a suggestion?"

"Yes, you may," she responds with a little edge back in her voice.

"I don't know your mother very well, but maybe if I could spend some time with her, I could get her to change, be more like me. Will you allow me to try?"

Chloe is silent for a while, thinking about what I said. Then she smiles, and her eyes narrow. She wraps her hand in my long blonde hair and pulls my head back, and I give a little cry in surprise. For a minute, I think I've overstepped my boundaries, and am about to be punished.

"Are you my slave? Will you do anything I say?"" she asks, keeping a firm grip on my hair. It's uncomfortable, but not yet painful. One hand slips down and began rubbing my nipples, and I suddenly want, no, I desire, her commands.

"Yes, Mistress," I reply, "Anything for you."

"Then I order you to spend time with my mother, and make her more like you. I expect to see results in two weeks, or there will be consequences." Her words are threatening, but her voice is gentle. I take a chance and look into her eyes, which so often have been cruel. Now they are filled with affection. She bends her face to mine and kisses me again, and before we're through I've cum twice, then happily used my tongue to make sure her pretty pussy and rosebud are so clean that for once, she's begging me to stop.

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That evening I dial the phone, and Chloe's mother Holly answers. I introduce myself, explain that since Chloe is Annie's best friend, I thought it a good idea that she and I get to know each other better. She hesitates at first, then seems to make a decision and invites me over the next morning after the girls leave for the library to study – she'll even make some fresh cinnamon rolls for us. I tell her it sounds wonderful, and get the address from her.

The next morning, Saturday, I put on my tight black denim pregnancy jeans with my prettiest baby pink maternity scoop top that shows my cleavage. It's got elastic under the bust to accent my every curve without being slutty. I also have Annie's permission to put on makeup and tie my hair back in a pony tail. Normally she likes me without makeup and with my hair down, but Chloe has filled her in on what she wants me to do, so Annie has given me the go-ahead to use every weapon in my arsenal to achieve the goal.

My angel Annie is so excited about my task that at the breakfast table she pulls me into her lap and we do some old-fashioned necking, which I haven't done since high school. Before leaving she gets to 'second base' with me, and I am left wet in the panties and weak in the knees from my love's ministrations.

I leave the house motivated, a woman on a mission. Chloe has given me two weeks – after what my Annie did to me this morning, I give myself two days.

At the door, I am greeted by Holly. She's a small, lovely woman with olive skin like Chloe's – she looks in her 20s, although Chloe has told me she's 34. She has short-cropped hair black hair, also like Chloe's, very cute, and eyes so blue I could swim in them. She's wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt so I see her body is shaped like a gymnast's, in shape but without the hard muscle definition. She leads me into the kitchen, the wonderful smell of cinnamon rolls pervading the air. We sit at the table, her with coffee and me with hot chocolate. (Because of the baby, I'm trying to cut way down on my caffeine intake.)

After making small talk about my baby and home decorating, and praising her delicious cinnamon rolls (an understatement, to be sure – their taste is beyond heavenly), I move the conversation to the topic of the day – Chloe.

I tell her how I think Chloe is such a lovely girl, and how much my Annie and I adore her. "She's such a good student, you must be very proud of her," I say. Holly sips her coffee, and a sad smile emerges. It appears she has a lot on her mind, and I'm all ears. She sighs, then tells me her tale.

"She is a wonderful girl, and I am very proud, but I'm afraid these days I don't tell her often enough. We were very close until she was 10, when her father moved out. He was an airline pilot, I'm a patent attorney at a big firm – between his flying and my long hours, we seldom saw each other – one Saturday morning he told me he had a second wife in the Philippines, and had decided to go live with her, and by Monday he was gone. Chloe changed overnight. She used to be a cheerful child, but her father's leaving made her sullen and angry. She began to hate him. A week after he left, she built a fire in the fireplace and threw in everything in her room that had a connection to him - toys, jewelry, pictures, everything."

"Meanwhile, I had to be not only an attorney and mom but dad as well. In addition to my job, I had to cook, to clean, and since it was her father's job to ride her about her studies and chores, I did that too. I felt like if I let up, she'd start to fail, and I didn't want that to happen. As she's gotten older she's been more and more difficult, and I've turned into a real drill sergeant. I'm exhausted all the time, we fight constantly, and we're not nearly as close as we were when she was little. I really miss that. Most days I find myself daydreaming about letting go, just relinquishing responsibility to her, letting her be the boss for once, see how she likes it." She stopped and sipped her coffee. I could see her eyes getting red and tearing up. One hand was on the table. I reached over and squeezed it gently, and she did not pull it away.

"Now look at me," she laughed at herself and shook her head, "Some hostess I am. I'm really sorry to burden you with this – I don't have any siblings or friends to talk to, so it's good to have a sympathetic ear for once."

She was silent as I stood up and walked around behind her chair, and began massaging her shoulders. Again, she did not seem to mind the physical contact, and leaned forward as I worked the knots out of her shoulder blades. The sweet smell of her shampoo is enticing; I lean forward and kiss the top of her head, then speak in a low tone, "Holly, we all need someone to lean on and listen to once in a while. Chloe has been such a comfort and support to Annie since Jason and I divorced I'm just happy I can reciprocate." I reach under the T-shirt and run my fingers up and down on either side of her spine. Her legs spread slightly and she groans. This is a woman who clearly needs some loving physical contact.

I start to work on her trapezius muscles, which are very tight. As they begin to give, I murmur, "You said that you and Chloe used to be close and that you missed that. Forget for a second that you're in charge and an attorney, and tell me how you really feel about your daughter."

The massage must be working – her eyes are closed, and the look on her face is pure joy. "I love her so much, and as she's grown she's become so beautiful. Can I trust you with a super secret, something no one should ever know, cross your heart?"

I whisper in her ear again, "Cross my heart and hope to die."

Holly is hesitant, and I can tell this is openness a big deal for her. "Sometimes I watch her walk around in her underwear, I see her tush and I get, er, excited, you know? And – I can't believe I'm telling you this - there are times when I'm doing laundry when I...oh, no, I just can't say it."

"It's OK, Holly, I won't judge you. You need to let this out," I encourage her as I massage her latissimus dorsi.

Finally she blurts it out, whispering as if someone else besides me will hear her confession. "I take her dirty panties and I...I sniff them. I sniff them and think about her pussy, about what it would be like to be her...her...lover. Are you shocked?" Shocked, no, I'm dripping wet between my legs, but I don't tell her that.

I lean over and, in a conspiratorial manner, whisper, "Show me. I want to see what you do." Oh, this is delicious. I stand up and take her by the hand, and she leads me into the laundry room. There's a big basket of dirty clothes sitting on the counter. She draws in a breath and closes her eyes, standing still as if frozen. I stand behind her, pressed up against her as much as my baby bump allows, and reach my arms around her to the laundry basket. "Is this what you do?" I reach in with one hand and take a pair of Chloe's cotton panties out, hold them to her face. She inhales deeply.

"Y-y-yesss," she sighs, and then takes another deep sniff. Her hands remain hanging at her side. It's like she's my puppet – she doesn't want to do this herself, she wants me to do it for her, as if she is helpless to resist. I sniff them as well, and the oh-so-familiar scent of Chloe's juices invades my nostrils. What would Holly think if she knew my nose and tongue were no strangers to her young daughter's pleasure garden?

I whisper to her, "You're not a freak or a bad person, Holly, you're a lonely woman living all alone with your beautiful, fuckable little girl – who wouldn't be tempted?" Again with one hand I hold the panties to her face, and this time as she breathes in the scent I begin to kiss her neck. She moans in delight. "Take them," I command. Her hand moves up and holds the panties in place while my now-free hand reaches under her t-shirt, unsnapping the front-fastening bra. This allows her breasts to fall into my waiting grasp, and I gently caress her nipples. My other hand reaches down and makes its way through the leg hole in her shorts, and I feel the moist warmth of her cunt soaking her panties. She presses her crotch against my massaging fingers, moaning beneath the cotton.

In a low voice, I continue my seduction, "So, you love her, and want her to love you. But at the same time, and you've allowed yourself to become like her father with the badgering about her studies and chores. Seeing as she hates her father, do you see how that works against you? You need to let go, Holly. She's a very responsible and very smart girl, she and Annie are always studying ('among other things' I think to myself, but don't mention the other things), she'll get fantastic grades without your nagging her. You don't have to control her. Let it go, Holly. Trust your Chloe."

"Yesss, trussst..." she moans as my message sinks in, while as she continues to grind her cunt against my massaging fingers. I slip them past the leg holes of her panties, and invade her vagina.

"As for your daydream about letting go, relinquishing responsibility and letting her be the boss, it's not so far-fetched. I'm guessing it may even bring you closer, back more to the way it used to be before. To reconnect, you can start off small at first. Little things, a warm hug and kiss when she comes home, asking how her day is, bringing her snacks or drinks or whatever. She may even hug and kiss you back, and then you can hold her close, maybe run your hands down her back, even dare to caress her sweet tush. I'll bet she won't stop you if you do." (This is no lie. One thing I've found out about Chloe is that her butt cheeks are her real weakness; if I gently squeeze them while rimming her pink rosebud, she cums very, very quickly.)

"Once you've re-connected physically, you can propose a game with her where she's the boss for a Saturday, or maybe for a whole weekend, and you have to do everything she says – no exceptions. It will be so exciting for you to be totally in her control." Her breathing is getting erratic – her orgasm is building.

I increase the pace of my fingers as her breathing becomes more erratic . "I'll tell you a little secret. Sometimes I play this game with Annie." Notice I don't bother to mention it's EVERY day. "I can't tell you how wonderful it is to have someone else in charge, to just let go and be free of responsibilities for a while. It's also a lot of fun! And you know what else is fun?"

Her pleasure cries are in short bursts. She's almost there.

"Sometimes when we play the game I'm naughty on purpose, and as the person in charge Annie has to spank me. It may sound like it hurts, but Holly, it feels so good, especially afterwards when my angel Annie has to kiss it where it hurts and make it better. Think how it would feel to have Chloe's lips on your tingly bottom..." Holly shudders and cries out, clinging to me for support. I turn her around and kiss her, my fingers still moving in her as she comes a second time, her cumming cries now muffled by my tongue deep in her mouth.

After her orgasm subsides, I lead her to her bedroom and lay her down, then stand up to leave. "Don't go, please," she pleads in a small voice as she holds her arms out to me.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I have to," I tell her. "I have to go pick the girls up from the library. I've really enjoyed our little talk, Holly. Think about what I said, and then call me about what you're going to do. Whatever you decide, I'll be on your side, OK? Our girls are such very good friends – I'm hoping you and I will be, too." I kiss her goodbye, and leave the room before I can give in to the urge to go down on her like I do her daughter.

Back at the house two hours later, I play the voicemail on speakerphone for Chloe and Annie. Holly's shaky voice is thanking me for coming over and telling me she's going to take my advice. Both girls have amazed looks on their faces. Annie turns to Chloe and says, "Just remember, don't spank her too hard that first time." An overjoyed Chloe kisses both of us on the cheek before running out the door, anxious for her new homecoming.

Annie turns to me and puts her hand on my cheek. "Momma, you are amazing," she says. "You've outdone yourself - I'm going to have to come up with a special reward for you." I'm thrilled as my sweet angel puts my special silver slave collar and leash on me and leads me to her bedroom. I love her so much...