Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Author's Note:
Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spend in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia, where my father is from and lives), and almost all of my subs live in Mobile or a bordering county. I'm originally from Baldwin County, next door to Mobile. I moved across the bay to attend USA. As is/did Mistress Pepper. But I'm not a blond. And you'll most definitely have to guess at my bra size!
And remember, the names and such have been changed in this version to protect the slutty. Only Princess Lilly appears as herself. But she truly has no concept of shame.
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Introducing Shawna
Prologue:
In case this is the first of my stories you've read, there are a few things I've skipped over in this story since there are several other stories I've written about this same sub. I tend to write a story after almost all of my sessions with my toys. But I publish very few of them online.
My name is Pepper Rodgers. I'm a 19-year-old Domme, living downtown Mobile, Alabama. I have a decently well-stocked playroom in the second bedroom of my fourth-floor apartment (most of my neighbors are corporate types who aren't always around, giving me a lot of privacy, even in the halls and elevators). I also have a decently stocked toybox. I prefer my toys to be older than I am, around 30-42 years old. I prefer men for myself, however not for my toybox. When it comes to toys, I find women and couples to be far more amusing. Single men tend to be needier, and often too clingy. But that doesn't mean I don't have a few of them in my toybox. I do. They just don't have the same chances of getting there as couples and single women do.
I'm petite. Actually more "tiny" that petite. I'm 5' 1.75" and 91 pounds. I'm not bony, though, I've curvy, like a small-sized woman. I have blond hair down to my shoulders and blue eyes. Oh, and my chest is the only place I'm not small. I'm a 32-D, and I'm very pert. Which makes me popular with the boys.
I'm also slightly bisexual. I'm attracted to men, not women. I would never choose a female partner for even a date, let alone for sex. But I'm not opposed to masturbating with a female toy. Sophie happens to be my favorite sex toy to pleasure myself with. Her tongue has two big advantages over my vibrator: one, it's very delicate and tender. Two, no matter how much I use it, its batteries never die at the worst possible moment! It's better than fresh bunny batteries, it just keeps going until I want it to stop. And I don't even have to hold it in place!
When I want sex I never use one of my toys. I never allow a toy touch, or even see, all of me. And I never bring a toy to my bedroom. Nor do I chose a woman. I pick a man, usually one I find in a club or cafe, or wherever. I flirt, dance dirty a little and if he meets my standards, I ask if he's interested in a one-time-only, no-names-exchanged, hook-up. I've never been turned down.
I have a few standards for my hook-ups. I never pick a guy I know or even just see around. And I insist on a cock between 7 and 9" long and 1.5" across, plus or minus a small bit. I won't touch a guy who isn't circumcised, either. I hate the way the foreskin feels inside me. I want to feel that fat head. The dirty dancing gives me plenty of time to tease a guy hard and feel for myself what he's got. It's the only way not to be disappointed. Guys always lie about their equipment!
Sophie is my 19-year-old live-in slave-girl. She's slightly petite at 5'4" and 119 pounds. She's pretty, too, with long honey-blond hair, green eyes, and a 34-B chest. Sophie is extremely devoted to me. So devoted, and so happy as my slave, that despite not being attracted to women, she's a virgin with men. She serves and pleasures only me, and those I give her to. And while I use her, even with my male toys, I won't allow any man to touch her pussy or penetrate her bottom. Those are mine. Only mine. I've owned her since she graduated high school, but I've known her longer. Since about two months after her 18th birthday, which was also about two months before she finished high school.
I have three BFFs, (Isabelle, Reagan, and Ellie) none of whom are into my little games. But all of whom occasionally creep into my stories. After all, they are my BFFs so they tend to be around. Luckily they're not offended by anything they happen to see. They're just not eager for me to put on a show on their account.
I also have a circle of five other women friends, all of whom are Dommes as well. Andrea (26), Janelle (35), Colette (39), Diane (43), and Olive (44). we usually get together every couple of weeks for coffee and a little chat about who's doing what to whom lately. We sometimes share, or loan, our toys to each other, but not that often. Sometimes we do a favor for each other, such as providing something different for a toy. Mostly we do what girls do: we gossip.
Chapter 01: Spying On Mom
Her name is Natalie. She's been my toy for several months now. She's one of my needier toys. One of the ones who needs frequent attention. I might not have kept her in the toybox too long, I prefer toys that don't take up too much of my energy when I'm not playing with them. But two things keep her in the toy box.
First, she came to me through my friend Colette. Colette is a housewife and soccer mom. Natalie is a kindergarten teacher. Last year, when Natalie first came to me, Colette's youngest son was in Natalie's class. It's why Colette didn't want to personally play with her. That and Colette's time to play is fairly limited.
Second, Natalie is useful to me. She's a licensed foster parent, although she's rather picky which kids she'll take from the State. To me, that's a plus. She's licensed to have up to four kids in her house. Usually, there's at least one vacancy. A vacancy that I've been known to fill for her. Several times I've sent her the child of a toy and told her to take care of the child until I was done playing with my toy. It's the only "payment" I get from her. Unless you count the amusement she provides. But having a safe place to park a child is valuable to me. It allows me to take my time enjoying my toy and not have to worry about the toy's child being cared for. No matter how long I keep my toy.
I usually play with Natalie about once every two to three weeks. As with all of my toys, I have Natalie email me daily and tell me what's going on with her. It lets me see when she's getting too needy and it's time for her to come play. Toys, especially ones like Natalie, will tell me when they're hungry for a session. Often by violating some little rule, subconsciously intentionally, that's certain to bring them some light punishment. A punishment they will come here to get.
I seldom respond to those emails. It would take up too much of my time. But I always read them. Just as I read the one Natalie sent me an hour ago. The one where she told me how she was "unbearably horny." It's Natalie's way of begging me for some attention.
It works, too. But not often the way Natalie really wants it to. There's no question what Natalie wants. She wants me to summon her for a very long, very strict, session. She wants me to make her really earn her relief through sweet suffering. Suffering that will definitely entertain me.
Of course, I can't let her have her way, either. That would be allowing her some modicum of control. I never allow a toy any control, over anything, in my realm. They come only for my amusement.
Tonight I "compromise" by instructing Natalie to video call me at nine pm. I've done it enough with her before that Natalie knows what to expect. At least somewhat. She'll get her chance to beg me for permission to masturbate, something that would bring her a very harsh punishment for doing without my permission. But she'll earn the chance to beg. And no matter how prolific her begging is, there's no guarantee that I'll allow it. She might just as well end up far hornier than she was, and still with no release in sight.
Natalie knows to make sure she's alone when she makes that video call. She knows there's no predicting what I may tell her to do. I could literally come with anything. All she knows is that her phone has to be propped up on something so that, without her having even a finger on it, it shows me a full view of her body as she sits in front of it.
When Natalie's call comes, I answer it on my laptop. The larger screen gives me a much better view than I'd get on my phone. Thankfully, Natalie has a good phone, even if it is an Android, with a good camera on it to feed that video to me. Plus, I have a "geek's dream" of a laptop, or so the computer science geeks assured me when they set it up for me. It runs the latest build of Linux. But most importantly, the video chat app they set up for me allows me to bypass the laptop's camera and feed a still image back to Natalie. Whatever image I want to send her. An image I can change whenever I want, even mid-call. When I answer her call I show her an image of her bare bottom, my crop searing a nice red welt across both of her cheeks. Along the top, I've superimposed the words "Bad Girl."
Natalie is sitting "properly" when the image of her appears live on my screen. I can see that she's in her bedroom, the one place she has some privacy. She keeps a small wicker chair in there, and that's what she's sitting upon. She sits with her legs fully crossed and her hands folded neatly in her lap. She keeps her back up straight and her eyes forward. She sits still and silent, waiting for me to tell her what to do now.
Natalie looks like she's wearing the same things she wore to work today. Loose-fitting jeans, sneakers, and a long-sleeved blouse. That fits loosely, too. And the material is thick enough that her bra doesn't show. It's modest, but she does teach kindergarten. It's cute though.
"There's my naughty little bitch!" I greet her with as much teasing sweetness as scorn in my voice. "I hear that skanky pussy between those legs is just so horny tonight!"
"Yes, my Queen," Natalie answers with a trace of eagerness in her voice.
"I suppose you want to be a complete gutter slut and diddle that sloppy thing, don't you, bitch?"
