Unicorn

The next morning, I awoke early in my own bed. I quickly dressed and went down to the kitchen. My mornings were busy on school days. I started to cook bacon on the stove top and as the fatty strips started to crackle I began mixing up the pancake batter.

Once breakfast was made, I went upstairs to the kid's bedroom to wake them. I knocked and then called, "Breakfast is ready!" One by one they lumbered down to the kitchen, hair tousled and looking sleepy. The three Baxter children quietly ate their blueberry pancakes and strips of bacon and sipped orange juice. They were still too sleepy to be their regular noisy selves. When they were done eating, they returned to their rooms to get dressed for school. I prepared their lunches and then began to clean up the breakfast dishes. They were coming back downstairs as I was finishing up.

"Please grab your lunch. The bus will be here in six minutes. And Tammy, remember to bring your saxophone to school today, you have band after school". It was also my responsibility to make sure they got out the door on time.

I watched at the front door as all three kids climbed into the yellow school bus carrying them to school.

Next, I prepared Tara's breakfast: cut fresh fruit, whole grain toast, and Greek yogurt, and coffee. I placed the food on a breakfast tray and brought it upstairs to Tara's bedroom. Tom leaves very early in the morning to go to his office and is already gone for the day when I wake up. I set the tray on the hall table and knocked on Tara's door. I heard a mumbled response and took that as "Come in".

Stepping into the bedroom, I spotted petite, blond, Tara, ensconced in the giant king sized bed, her body tangled up in bed sheets and blankets. I stifled a laugh as I looked at her.

I stood next to her bed holding the tray in front of me for several minutes waiting for her to open her eyes. It was a well established fact that Tara was not a morning person.

"Mistress?" I dared to ask because my hands were starting to shake from the strain of holding the heavy breakfast tray. Also, I worried her coffee will become cold. Tara opened her eyes, seeing me, she sat up in bed and pushed the blankets off of her so I could set the tray down just over her lap.

I stood at her bedside, basically in second position, with my hands clasped behind my back. Tara looked over the breakfast I served her.

"I thought I smelled bacon." Tara said.

Both Tara and I did not eat fatty foods like bacon, it was not part of our diet, but just like with the chocolate candies last week, Tara had a lot more freedom than I did.

"I made bacon for the children's breakfast. There are a few strips left, I can get it for you." I offered.

"Uh, uh, uh!" Tara reprimanded as she waved her pointer finger back and forth at me then sipped her coffee.

When Tara finished eating her breakfast I moved to pick up the tray and return to the kitchen.

"Just put that over on the table." She instructed. I did as she said.

I knew why she said this and what she wanted now but I waited patiently for further instruction.

"Come into bed." She told me, I eagerly complied.

We kissed, rolling around in her giant size bed. Her mouth was warm and flavored with the coffee she just drank. Our hands explored each other's bodies leisurely. In less than a minute we had taken off our clothes and were touching each other's most private places as we moaned and sighed as the pleasures we were giving one another coursed through of bodies.

Even though, Tara was my mistress, she enjoyed eating my pussy which was great for me because I enjoyed when she did too. Now Tara was moving lower, settling between my parted thighs, kissing my belly and hip bones with sweet, soft, butterfly kisses that tickled just a bit.

With her face pressed into my vulva, she began to lick my slit. Gently at first, trying to build my arousal. The tip of her tongue went up and down the length of my slit before it gradually delved deeper inside my pussy folds.

"I love how wet you get!" She moaned, stopping her administrations just for a moment.

"I get wet because I adore my mistress." I told her. Saying this to Tara was permitted. Speaking without having been asked to speak was forbidden when Tom was in the room but Tara didn't keep strict on all the rules too much, especially in bed. The rules of my servitude bent depending on who was in the room and the different circumstances at that moment. I felt pride at how I am able to quickly and accurately discern what is permissible and what is not. Rarely do I make a misstep, like I did last night when Tom fingered my hole. I can't remember the last time Tom had to punish me for an indiscretion prior to last night. Some times, though, I wonder if Tom punished me occasionally not so much for my mistakes, when they do occur, but to remind me of my place in this household. I'm not his second wife, I'm not even his lover, really. I was here to serve and obey.

I could tell Tara appreciated my comment because she then went to my clit, sucking on my little nubbin and making my body writhe with pleasure. Tara continued to lick my clit, now with determination, she wanted me to come. I did, like a bursting ball of fire.

Tara left me in her bed, as I was panting, to go to her en suite bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and then the sink faucet run. Tara came out of the bathroom and laughed at me, I was still panting.

"That good, huh?" She asked, bouncing back into bed and snuggling her body with mine.

"Yes, it was wonderful!" I told her, answering her question honestly. "Thank you, Tara!"

I was allowed to address Tara by her name when we were in bed together and when Tom wasn't in the room. Tara liked to think of me as her girlfriend when we were alone in bed together.

I sat up when Tara sat up but we stayed in bed. Tara started kissing me again. Her mouth now tasted clean and minty, she must have rinsed with some mouthwash when she visited the bathroom. We held each other in our arms as we kissed passionately. Sometimes my sessions with Tara felt strongly emotional, today was one of those times. She held me to her with a hand softly cupping the back of my neck, her other hand held, but didn't squeeze, my tit. Tara climbed onto my leg so she was kind of half sitting on my lap. As we continued to kiss, she rubbed her hot, wet pussy onto my thigh, grinding herself rhythmically onto my flesh. She used my thigh to masturbate herself to orgasm, clutching my waist and screaming out in intense waves of pleasure.

Tara preferred humping me to using a vibrator, she told me they were sometimes just too powerful for her and she liked to take her time bringing herself to orgasm.

We lay together, holding each other for a while. Then I glanced over at the clock on her bedside table. "It's getting late." I told her reluctantly.

She playfully rolled her body onto mine and smiled devilishly at me.

"Let's play hooky!" She suggested. All I could do is laugh at her silliness and agree, remaining in bed with my beautiful lover was a far better idea than going to our weights class at the gym.

We didn't normally skip our morning gym routine but today we lounged in her bed watching the morning news program while laying in bed cuddled up naked together.

Later in the day, as the kids filtered home from their day at school and after school activities, I was busy dusting and vacuuming the downstairs of the house. When the children came home, Tara turned back into the cold mistress, only speaking to me to give me a chore. Gone was the playfully, sensual girlfriend from just a few hours earlier. Now she was my employer and it was my job to keep her house tidy. The children often mimicked their mother and ignored me as well, for the most part. I suspected the reason for this is because she did not want her children suspecting the true nature of my role in this house. I was the unicorn for her marriage and the deciding factor for her agreeing to marry Tom. I may be just a mere servant slut, but I was also a key part of Tom and Tara's marriage.

When Tom first met Tara, Tara identified as bisexual and even had a live in girlfriend at the time. Yet, Tom just had to take one look at the beautiful Tara and he fell madly in love with her. Not one to get a little thing like her girlfriend getting in his way, Tom was set and determined to make Tara fall in love with him too.

At that time Tara met Tom, she was feeling she was done having relationships with men. She loved fucking men but after a string of bad dates and even worse boyfriends, Tara decided she should just stick with women from then on.

Tom entered her life full of confidence and rich boy swagger, Tara thought she had met his type too many times before and was not interested in Tom-at all. Perhaps, it was because he did have a lot of confidence and because he was raised in a wealthy family, he was used to getting what he wanted, and he wanted Tara, badly.

Tara was and still is, gorgeous, with her long, naturally blond hair and bright, icy blue eyes, perfect complexion and athletic, petite body, she turned a lot of heads, of both men and women.

Tara began working at Tom's family's company as a junior sales associate fresh out of college. Her dynamic personality and unstoppable energy made her the top salesperson in just two years time, even exceeding sales of the guys who had worked at the company for years. She soon made herself known to the upper management, which happened to include Tom. Tom was immediately smitten not only for her physical beauty but also her intelligence and her tireless work ethic. He asked Tara out for a drink, she declined, telling Tom her live in girlfriend expected her home for dinner. A normal guy would have taken the hint and backed off but Tom was not a normal guy and he was undeterred.

He didn't give up. He orchestrated reasons to spend time with Tara, making up "sales" lunches where he steered the conversation away from work and more to personal subjects. It was during one of these lunches that Tara let it slip she and her girlfriend were going through a rocky patch. Tom smelled his opportunity and went in hard, trying to convince Tara he was a lot better for her than her girlfriend.

Tara was somewhat flattered that a Senior Vice President of her company was hitting on her but it was also annoying. He knows I have a girlfriend, she thought, why doesn't he just back off? You could say Tom eventually wore her down and you wouldn't be entirely wrong but when she and her girlfriend had a particularly nasty fight and Tara didn't want to stay the night in her own apartment, she could have called any of her friends but instead, she called Tom.

Tom proceeded to show Tara a new world of wealth and limitless luxury. Tom owned a large house for himself that had an in ground pool and a separate pool house. He owned his own boat and his family owned a massive vacation home on the lakefront. He belonged to several posh country clubs. Tom took Tara on vacations to Jamaica and also Paris, always sparing no expense on first class plane tickets and beautiful four star hotels and restaurants.

This was both thrilling and overwhelming to Tara who was raised by a single mother along with her sister and three brothers. For several years she and her family had lived in a mobile home in a trailer park. When she was first dating Tom, she still bought her clothes at second hand shops. She may have been a successful sales women but shopping in a normal retail store just seemed too fancy for little Tara Fitzwilliams.

Yet, it wasn't just Tom's wealth that attracted her to him. She soon learned Tom was a bit controlling. He told her what he wanted her to do and expected her to do it, even in bed. At first, Tara wanted to recoil from his controlling nature but then she found herself getting turned on by it more and more.

In spite of all of this, when Tom proposed with an enormous diamond engagement ring, Tara said no. The truth was, as she explained to the hurt and crestfallen Tom that evening, Tara could not see herself marrying anyone, ever. She loved Tom but she also loved having sex with women. She couldn't see herself being happy with a man for the rest of her life. Sorry.

It was Tom's uncle and part owner of the family company that offered a very interesting solution. That solution being me, of course.

Prior to being Tom and Tara's servant, I was Tom's uncle's slave. Tom's uncle, I'll refer to him as "Sir" purchased me from my boyfriend at the time. My boyfriend was a low level dealer who got in over his head and needed a great deal of cash fast otherwise he wouldn't be breathing much longer. My boyfriend was already pimping me out occasionally. One of my clients was a very wealthy, older gentleman, Sir. Sir was the only person my boyfriend, Andy, knew who had any money at all and paid him a visit to ask for a loan from Sir. Andy offered to leave me with Sir as collateral. But Sir had another idea, instead of loaning Andy money, Andy could just sell me to Sir. Andy wasn't too sure about this and kind of hedged at first. Sir told Andy this was the only offer he would receive from Sir so, Andy reluctantly sold me to a wealthy, old man with silver gray hair and an imposing demeanor.

I was flabbergasted! No one could sell me! Slavery was illegal! After sitting alone in Sir's basement playroom for hours just staring at the walls, bored out of my mind and having to use a toilet, he joined me and demanded I strip. I defiantly told him no because regardless of what ever crazy scheme he and Andy cooked up, I was not now nor would I ever be anyone's slave girl.

Sir slapped me on the cheek so hard I fell down to the cement basement floor. I had to go to the bathroom badly before he hit me and the sudden impact and the shock of being hit caused me to lose control of my bladder.

Sir screamed at me to stand up. Scared and humiliated, with my face on fire from his slap, I stood up. I was crying and terribly ashamed that I had pissed myself.

I looked up at the tall man in front of me, his face contorted in anger as my eyes met his. I had yet to learn making eye contact with my Master was forbidden unless I was told otherwise. Sir took my ignorance as more defiance and slapped me again and then again and again until I was cowered into a ball of myself, sobbing hysterically.

Sir grunted as if I disgusted him and he walked away leaving me alone again but I was now bewildered, frightened, and soaked in my own piss.

Sir did not return to the basement playroom until the next day. By this time I was so thirsty and hungry. Sir was holding a tall glass of water in his hand. I eyed him suspiciously from the corner like a wounded animal.

"Stand Slave!" Sir barked at me.

"Second position!" He yelled in my face. I had no idea what he meant. Second position? Did he mean ballet positions? I must have looked confused because he curtly explained what I was to do when in second position.

"Very good. Your ability to follow instructions has pleased me. You may have a reward." Sir handed me the glass of water which I took and swallowed down quickly.

"It appears you are a stupid whore who is not trained so your Master will train you now to be Master's slave girl. You will listen to your Master carefully and do everything Master tells you to do without any complaint and then you may be rewarded. If you do not obey your Master, you will be punished. Severely." Sir calmly explained to me.

A shiver ran down my back, remembering how I had been punished the day before. My mouth and cheek still throbbed from the earlier assault.

Sir did not wait for any acknowledgement from me, he knew I had no choice in the matter. Instead he walked over to a locked door and retrieved a key from his pocket, unlocked it to reveal a bathroom.

"Strip and shower. Now. You have five minutes to shower." Sir instructed.

I was so grateful for a shower. I had taken off my urine soaked jeans and panties but then put them back on when they had dried because the basement was so cold. I felt disgusting and I stank of piss. Feeling the hot water rinse my filthy body felt wonderful. I scrubbed my skin with sweet smelling shower gel and I washed my hair with the shampoo. There was no razor in the shower so I did not shave my legs. I only had five minutes so I rinsed off all the suds and turned off the water. I towel dried my hair and body as best I could. I didn't want to put my foul clothes back on and there was no robe in the bathroom. I wrapped a towel around my body and rejoined Sir in the playroom.

Sir was nude, gently tugging on his penis while sitting in a comfortable looking black leather chair.

"Remove the towel." Sir commanded. I hung the towel up.

"Suck my cock" he told me. I fell to my knees in front of him and proceeded to suck his penis.

My new education as a slave girl had just begun.