Lucy Fer stood tall and erect in the Gill family guest bedroom and sneered down as her white, submissive slave, Anne Gill, treated Lucy's right foot to a damn good licking. Lucy smirked as the petite blonde sucked eagerly on each black toes individually then, licked her sole before taking as much of the foot in her mouth as possible whilst looking meekly up at her black Mistress.
"Good bitch! Now I suppose we'd better go down and have tea with your parents, you and your pathetic father better get things just as I demanded them otherwise there will be hell to pay!"
Anne let the black girl (who was only a year or so older than her 21 and a fellow student at the University she attended) pull her foot from her mouth and weakly nodded. Both she and her father knew only too well the penalty for failing Mistress Lucy and were desperate to please her, no matter the task.
Lucy put her hand under Anne's chin and slowly pulled her up until she was standing level with Lucy and at eye level (though Anne knew not to meet Lucy's fierce dark eyes).
"And what is tonight bitch?"
Haltingly, hating what tonight was and what it meant, but too weak to stand up to Lucy and also secretly looking forward to the consequences, Anne replied.
"Op-Operation get another slut, Mistress."
"And who is that slut?"
"My mother."
"Damn right."
*
The four of them: Lucy, Anne, Mike and Claire (Anne's mother and father) all enjoyed a lovely chicken meal that Friday night. Anne's sister Sophie was away at her University and wasn't home that weekend so it was just the four of them. Mike was in charge of keeping everyone's drinks topped up and seemed to be extra keen to make sure his wife was especially well topped up.
Claire Gill was physically very similar to her daughter, Anne, she was in her early forties but looked a few years younger. They shared the same slim, flat chested frame, the same high cheekbones, the same long blonde hair that Anne used to have until Lucy saw fit to have that removed and so Lucy couldn't help but wonder if they shared a similar temperament in submission. What she did know, having squeezed the information (literally in the case of Mike's balls) from father and daughter was that Claire liked a drink and once she got started tended to go over the score, and the black girl was determined to use that information to get what she wanted from this weekend. Lucy watched Claire dish out their meal and admired her figure and that long blonde hair in a neat ponytail and imagined taking it as another trophy. Under the table she lowered her hand to stroke Anne's thigh and then eased her fingers under the short skirt Lucy had ordered her to wear and began to play with Anne's clit as tea was being served. Once Mike had topped up his wife's wine glass and was seated Lucy took the chance to stretch her leg out rub his thigh before his wife finally sat down herself.
And the evening continued like that with Lucy smugly teasing Mike and Anne as Claire slowly drank into a blissful oblivion...
*
The next morning Claire woke at the sound of keys being rattled at her bedside cabinet. She groaned and lifted her head, already regretting drinking too much the night before and making yet another promise to cut down that she would fail to adhere to.
"Mike?"
She knew her husband's shape and knew he had heard her but he just kept going out of the bedroom and slammed the bedroom door behind him. Something wasn't right. She vaguely remembered something going wrong last night but she had no details she could recall and on instinct crawled out of bed in her pyjamas and stumbled to the door and was hardly any steadier as she descended the stairs and headed to the kitchen. Where she saw Mike and Anne getting ready to leave, that was right they had said they were heading into the city this morning to get Anne some stuff she said she needed to college.
There was clearly something wrong though, Anne looked upset and fixed an angry glare at her mother before virtually shouting.
"How could you Mum! What an embarrassment!"
With her throat dry Claire barely reacted before her daughter had exited the house, imploring her father to "come on!" before slamming the front door behind her. Claire looked desperately to her husband but just saw anger and pity in his eyes.
"What is it Mike? What did I do?"
Grim faced Mike took a moment before answering.
"You went too far Claire. Too far. I know you had too much to drink but still..."
"What?! What happened? I can't remember!"
"You called Lucy, our guest, our daughter's pretty much only friend at college a dumb nigger (he whispered this last word)."
Claire put her hand to her mouth and gasped, her knees went weak and she gripped the breakfast bar tightly.
"You'd better try and sort this Claire, me and Anne have to go but you'd better sort this, understand? Lucy's still upstairs but I think she's going to leave and I can't say I blame her."
And before she could say anything else he was gone too and she was still frozen in place as the car left the drive
Upstairs Lucy heard the whole thing and smiled, then upon hearing the car drive away she peeled off the T-shirt and shorts she was wearing so that she was completely naked and moved back into her bedroom. A spider heading to the middle of her web and waiting on the stupid fly to enter...
