Chapter 8
"The Hunt Begins"
Sometime in the middle of the night Suki, somehow made it back to her bed. So, the next morning when Suki woke up in her own bed with a killer headache, the images from the previous night seemed like a bizarre dream. Snippets of her submission to, and subsequent sex with Benita flashing across Suki's mind and consciousness.
Suki got up and clumsily walked into the living room, on her way to the kitchen, in search of the life-giving fluid known as coffee. Out of the corner of her eye something odd and out of place in the living room caught her attention so she stopped and looked.
Suki's eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open when she saw the coffee table was askew. It wasn't simply askew but in exactly the same position as she had pushed it in her dream. The dream where she had submitted to a woman that she had brought home and been fucked by, since the dream woman had a cock.
Shaking her head and writing it off as a wild imagination and a night of intense drinking, Suki went to the kitchen. After brewing and pouring herself a cup of coffee, Suki went to the living room to watch some morning television. After plopping herself down on the couch something stuck into her ass and made her normally comfortable couch uncomfortable. Reaching under her ass Suki pulled out the offending item and held it up for examination and classification.
Suki's mind froze when her eyes fell on the white, lacy bra, which, while being a B cup bra was too large to be hers. It was then that the shocking reality hit her, last night was no dream . . . it was real! Suki had indeed submitted herself to a strange woman who had a cock. Even as the shock of the reality of the unreal situation began to sink in, her longing and desire to serve and submit to her Mistress returned with fervour.
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Sunday afternoon rolled around and Stacey was lying in bed like a lump. She had managed to get herself motivated enough to feed, change and tend to baby Dean before she flopped back down into her bed. Stacey held her slave collar in her hand, as she stared blankly at it, drained of all emotion. She hadn't slept a wink of sleep last night had had spent most of Saturday crying.
Even as the door closed behind Benita the day before, Stacey regretting letting Benita get away. Stacey loved Benita in every way: what they did together, the kinkiness of their relationship, her cock and simply Benita the person. Stacey's greatest fear had been blown by and left in the dust. Stacey was not simply attached to Benita, but in love with her.
Now, over twenty-four hours after Benita had exited Stacey's apartment and life, Stacy was still a mess. Stacey had managed get motivated enough to get out of bed long enough to tend to her baby. Dean was the only thing that could get her to do anything but cry.
The door to the apartment opened up and without looking, Stacey knew who it was. It was the right time for Frank to return, he always returned the same time, traffic pending, every fourth Sunday. Stacey lazily reached over to her nightstand, opened the drawer and gently placed the slave collar inside. She never took her eyes off of it the whole time she put it away, even as she closed the drawer. Frank entered the bedroom just as Stacey's hand dropped away from the nightstand.
"You, okay, babe?" Frank said with concern in his voice as he entered the bedroom to see his wife an emotional wreck.
"I'm okay," Stacey said as she lazily turned and looked at her husband, Frank. "Just baby stuff," she said once she saw the concerned look on his face. "It's been a rough week," Stacey said, letting some of the pain she felt in her heart onto her face.
"Wanna talk about it?" Frank said as he sat down near Stacey and rubbed her side in a tender and comforting caress.
"No, I told you it's nothing!" Stacey said in a bit of a curt manner as she involuntarily recoiled from Frank's touch. "I just need some rest, that's all. I didn't sleep well, last night," she replied in an apologetic tone.
"Okay, you rest, I'll take care of Dean," Frank said as he leaned over and kissed Stacey who smiled as best she could at him before he left.
Once the bedroom door closed behind him Stacey had to stifle a sob and fight the urge to cry. She was disgusted with herself for rejecting and being disinterested in her own husband. For the first time ever Stacey was not looking forward to making love to her husband but dreading it, this sickened her more than anything. Almost every other time Frank returned home, by this time she would have her legs wrapped around Frank's waist. Stacey would practically jump him at the door once they even did it in the entryway of the apartment, not able to make it to the bedroom.
Stacey did not long for Frank's touch, she did not want to feel his caress and feel his cock inside her pussy . . . she ached for Benita. Stacey knew that before the week was out she would have sex with Frank. Stacy knew that she and Benita were broken up and would more than likely never be together again. In her heart though, she still belonged for her Mistress, and wanted to remain faithful to Benita.
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Carmen entered her bedroom after her morning shower and hummed to herself dressed in her favourite bathrobe. Walking to her closet she continued to hum as she looked over the selection of clothes hanging there. One by one she assembled an outfit until everything was laid out neatly on her bed. Then Carmen then dried, got dressed and ready for the day.
Breakfast was the usual friendly chatter with her mother before having to leave for school. Slinging her backpack over one shoulder, Benita's sports bag over the other Carmen headed out the door. Once Carmen closed the door behind her, her hand froze as Benita's order from Saturday night came back to her with a vengeance. Carmen trembled, her brow furrowed as she looked down to her blouse to see only three buttons undone and her usual sliver of cleavage showing.
"Screw her," Carmen scoffed dismissively.
Carmen let go of the doorknob and walked down the apartment hallway. Before Carmen entered the stairwell to begin her decent, guilt began to build up within her.
