Kitty woke up on Sunday morning for her second week of family bonding unsure if the night before had been real or a sick dream.
After eating her mother out, it had been Becca's turn. Then her mother's turn again. In the end, the evening became a mad blur of sexual submission and taboo pleasure. By the time Laura ordered her daughter to bed with a lazy, satisfied smile on her curvy lips, Kitty was sore, sticky, and drained; both physically and mentally. She almost fell asleep in the shower, and when she did finally make it to her bed, she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, falling into a tangle of dark, erotic dreams that she couldn't clearly remember after she woke up.
Now Kitty lay staring at the ceiling, her mind working a thousand miles an hour, finally taking time to absorb exactly what had happened the night before. Unless she was wrong and it really had been a vivid dream, what had happened was that she begged her mother and sister to be her full-time doms.
But what did that mean exactly?
Becca had set one rule firmly: Kitty wasn't allowed to orgasm without her specific permission. But other than that, what did it mean to be Becca's submissive? And what about her mother? Was she supposed to be their humble servant at all times, or only in sexual situations? How often would there even be "sexual situations"?
Kitty had no idea. She asked to be their submissive last night, and the request had been granted, but exactly what that would look like was unclear.
There was just one way to find out.
Kitty threw off her covers and got ready for the day. She eyed her wardrobe and slowly reached for some of the clothes Becca had bought for her. They weren't what she would ever normally choose for herself... But her mother had been very clear last night that, starting now, her first priority should be her doms' pleasure.
With a twist of humiliation, Kitty chose a tiny camisole that she was pretty sure was designed for a preteen girl. It was light pink, with a butterfly design that stretched obscenely across her tightly-encased breasts. She matched it with a girlish denim skirt that barely came down past her panties.
Kitty went down to breakfast with her heart filled with nervous anticipation, ready for anything.
But her family once again found a way to surprise her. Becca laughed and clapped appreciatively at Kitty's submissive decision to wear one of the outfits her younger sister had bought for her, but other than that it was a completely average family breakfast. Laura was in "Betty Crocker" mode again, preparing pancakes in decidedly unsexy flannel pajamas. She looked as perfect and beautiful as ever, but there was nothing remotely sexual about the situation.
Becca, despite her obvious delight over Kitty's humiliating wardrobe, was back to her usual self as well, chattering away about her latest tennis tournament and what it meant for her standing in the club with a sunny smile. Kitty assumed that after they ate her mother and sister would be eager to lay down some ground rules, but instead, Laura chastely kissed Kitty's forehead and said she had some work to get done in her office. Becca simply grabbed her duffel bag, heading to practice.
Leaving Kitty alone.
It was surreal. In twenty-four hours, Kitty had whiplashed back and forth between being guiltily attracted to her family members, to being their sexual submissive to... what? Back to a normal happy family? What this some sort of prank? Was Kitty going insane?
Kitty returned to her room and spent several hours scrolling listlessly through her phone.
Maybe it was better this way. When Kitty stopped to think about it, it sort of felt like she had been railroaded last night. Her mother and sister had taken advantage of her submissive tendencies and pushed her into agreeing to an indecent arrangement. Maybe they recognized how Kitty had been strongarmed, and had thought better of the scene they made last night.
But as time went on without any word from her two supposed new dominants, Kitty's tension ratcheted higher and higher. She thought that her doms were supposed to be in charge of her sexuality; but as she lay in her bed, obsessing over the events of the night before, Kitty couldn't help but feel like her sexuality was running wild and loose: out of control.
She looked slyly at her bedroom door, then got up and locked it. Becca had made a big deal over being the one to control her orgasms but then had left her all alone.
Maybe her dom should be a little more careful.
After a very satisfying masturbation session using some of her favorite BDSM clips, Kitty felt a little better. Maybe Laura and Becca just felt embarrassed and regretful. Well, if they wanted to pretend nothing happened and ignore her, then Kitty was perfectly happy to manage her own sexual needs, just like she had always done.
But Kitty's sense of relief and calm faded as the day went on. Replaced once again by a building sense of sexual frustration. Laura stayed holed up in her office. Becca didn't come home.
Kitty went into her mother's office around lunchtime, ready to ask in a meaningful voice if her mother needed anything, but as she entered the office, Laura was deep in a phone conversation and irritably waved her away when she noticed Kitty standing in the doorway.
Kitty masturbated again an hour later. But her orgasm felt weak and artificial this time, nothing like the hot, filthy intensity she experienced last night. As the hours wore on, Kiitty fell into a spiral of annoyance, arousal, and needy submissive desperation. She longed for her mother's strict but nurturing control. For Becca's bratty, smug teasing.
There had to be some way to take the edge off her burning need. And luckily, Kitty had just the thing.
It was time to call Rose.
Kitty had been so distracted this past week that she hadn't really made enough time for her girlfriend. This was the perfect opportunity to fix that. Rose's calm, loving presence was exactly what Kitty needed to bring her down from the emotional rollercoaster she was going through.
Even if this whole dom thing from her family wasn't some sort of prank, there was no way her Mom or Becca would be upset about Kitty inviting Rose over. They had specifically said that they approved of the relationship.
Kitty had a faint smile on her face as she rang Rose's phone. How could she have forgotten her loving girlfriend, even for a second? The smile slipped a little as the rings continued. This was unusual for Rose. She always had her phone with her. She always had it on. Why was now different?
Rose picked up on what must have been the last ring.
