For she who stole back my heart, and re-ignited my will to write.
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It had to have been close to 3am when Martyn realized the bed was empty. She woke up puzzled, feeling for Moon's body but finding only the sheets. She sat up and looked around, a little concerned, and saw through the door there was some light coming from the living room.
She got up, not even bothering with a robe, walking to the couch where Moon was stretched out flipping channels.
"Can't sleep baby?" Martyn asked, giving Moon a bit of a start.
"Jesus!" Moon exclaimed, nearly falling off the couch. "Scare a woman half to death why don't you?"
Martyn just giggled, and came around the couch to sit with Moon.
"So tell me what's bothering you lover?" she asked warmly.
"Oh it's just stupid petty work stuff," Moon replied. "I don't want to bore you."
"Try me," Martyn said firmly. Moon saw she was intent on knowing the answer one way or another, so she handed Martyn her popcorn to share.
"Well it's just the guys at work are such idiots," Moon began. "They can't seem to handle anything by themselves. It's like I'm their mother. There's barely a minute a day when one of them isn't running to me to fix or solve something for them. I swear I'm practically running that office Mar."
Martyn nodded, thinking.
"You're in complete control all day, always having to play Mommy and make all the decisions," Martyn stated plainly.
"Yeah exactly," Moon said.
"And..." Martyn began, "you'd like it if you didn't have to be in control once in a while, right?"
"Well, yeah I suppose, why?" Moon asked.
"Wait here lover," Martyn said smiling. "I'll be right back. I have something for you."
"Um... okay?" Moon said puzzled.
Martyn got up and went the the guest room where her extra boxes sat from after she'd moved in. Stuff she hadn't figured out what to do with yet. As she fished through a certain box, Moon was flipping channels again, not finding anything that particularly appealed to her.
That was when she felt her hair yanked. Her head had been suddenly pulled sharply back, and she felts deft skilled hands quickly attach and lock a collar around her neck. She looked back in confusion to see Martyn smiling, wearing a pair of thigh high vinyl spike-heeled boots and a vinyl push up corset.
"Mar?" Moon asked confusedly, although her already stiffening nipples showed she wasn't THAT confused.
"Down slut," Martyn said firmly, pointing to the open carpet beside the couch. Moon whimpered and meekly obeyed, slinking off the couch and crawling into the open area, kneeling and looking up at Martyn.
"At work you can be Denmother," Martyn began, "always in control. But from now on here at home you can let go of all that pesky control. From now on, I am Mommy and you are my sweet slut. Do you understand?"
Moon bit her lip and nodded meekly, already beginning to get wet, the thought of surrendering all control to her love more arousing than anything she could think of.
"Good girl," Martyn said. "Your safe word is Plastic. Do you understand?"
Moon nodded. Martyn smiled and attached a leash to the collar, leading Moon on her hands and knees to the guest room, which aside of those few boxes was otherwise empty. Moon crawled eagarly, wondering what Martyn had in store.
Martyn stood in front of Moon, and pushed her left foot between Moon's legs, the smooth vinyl pressing on Moon's clit. She tugged the leash, forcing Moon's face to within inches of her pussy.
"Clean Mommy slut," she cooed. "Mommy too has had a long day and her pussy is dirty with sweat. Clean Mommy good and you'll earn a treat."