Double trouble
"Well Rose, I said it once and I'm going to say it again. You really are full of surprises today aren't you? I mean here I was about to ask some questions about what I thought I saw earlier at the mall, you remember right? I thought I saw a collar, but I wasn't quite sure with that turtleneck. This more than answers it though. You know how they say that a picture say's more than a thousand words? Well one look at you explains more than you ever could." Bernice said, her excitement very audible as she reached down and touched the pink leather collar stuck around Rose's neck. Rose just shuddered what the hell was she supposed to say. All she could think of doing right now was maintaining at least a sense of dignity.
Her arm shot up to cover her full breasts which had surprisingly little sag for their age. The freehand instead went down between her legs, covering her neatly trimmed pussy. Her last measure, just like her coverup barely helped at all she kept her eyes cast to the ground, not daring to look up at Bernice, but it didn't matter much. She was caught and she couldn't begin to explain her situation.
Bernice in the meantime traced her collar right to the ring in the front. Hooking one finger in she jerked the collar up, forcing Rose to look up at her. Her face beet red underneath the heavy makeup, the shame in her eyes palpable. "You haven't even invited me in yet, don't you think that's impolite? Oh and cut the crap, drop those arms again, you have been covering the goods for me way too long. I won't have you covering them again. Far too long I had to imagine what you looked like underneath those clothes. Now I want to see just how accurately I imagined things." Bernice said with a smirk, her face inches from Rose's.
Rose couldn't believe this was happening, in a few days she had been demoted to Sally's bitch and now this woman was treating her as if she owned her as well. No she couldn't allow this to happen. This woman had nothing on her, nothing substantial at least. If she spread rumours Rose could counter them as her being delusional, people would believe her above Bernice she hoped. Especially given the woman's reputation.
"Look Bernice, I would really appreciate it if you'd just go away. Whatever is happening here is none of your business. So just go away and let go of me." Rose said, trying to sound firm, but failing miserable. Dressed as she was on her knees with Bernice holding on to her collar she couldn't quite put her foot down as well as she had hoped. Making a point was hard given her situation.
She had hoped that Bernice would see the error of her ways that she would realise that just barging in on something that was so obviously private and not meant for her was inexcusable. She hoped that Bernice would be discrete, but instead she just saw as smile creep on the woman's face, a smile that made her shudder.
The woman did end up letting go of her collar, at least of the ring. Instead she just slid her hand along the length of the leash until she was standing upright again, holding the handle. "Tsk tsk tsk that's no way to talk to a superior Rose, you should know that. Where is your respect? You shouldn't be making demands as a good submissive slut and you most definitely shouldn't simply call me by name. A little bit of protocol is not too much to ask now is it? You can call me Miss Oakley from now on." The woman calmly said not at all bothered by Rose's protest. God she should just push her out, but that would mean moving her hands away from her breasts and pussy. Besides, she had her doubts that Bernice would just let herself be pushed out.
"You are right though, it isn't my place to use you although I would love to. You're not mine to play with, or punish but you were definitely expecting a woman and I'm dying to know who that Mistress of yours is. The fact that you were apologising for taking so long means you have to be expecting her any minute now isn't that right? I think I'll wait with you, I'll let her know about your rudeness with a bit of luck she might even let me punish you, or better yet, lend you out to me for some fun." Bernice said with a broad smirk as she pulled the door close behind her and used Rose's leash to guide her to the couch. It required a few firm tugs, but in the end Rose had no option but to follow. She couldn't believe she was stuck crawling behind fat old Bernice.
Her mind was Racing, this couldn't be happening no she couldn't deal with Bernice who was proving her reputation as a pervert with a preference for other woman to be true. How would Sally react? With Bernice holding her leash she wouldn't be there at the door. Bernice seemed to be respecting roles though her boundaries and morals might be twisted, but she did respect certain things. Sally had never been one to share. So hopefully she would tell Bernice to fuck off, yeah she had to. Sally wasn't as calm and tempered as Bernice was.
At least she hoped Sally would tell Bernice off right away, before the woman could get a word in, Sally also loved using every reason she got to punish and spite her. Somewhere Rose also feared that Sally might give her to Bernice just to spite her. There was no telling what went on in Sally's twisted mind all she could really do was wait and see as she knelt in front of the couch at Bernice's side, feeling completely humiliated, covering herself with her arms as best as possible as she felt Bernice's gaze fixed on her.
"I always dreamed of having you as my submissive slut Rose, you might be way older than my preferred range for subbie girls, I prefer college girls way more. You always look so great though, definitely the best trophy wife on the block. Maybe it's because you look so much like that sexy daughter of yours. In any case, I've always been fond of broadening my horizons. I just never took you as a submissive lesbian. I had never thought I would be holding your leash, but I definitely won't complain." Bernice mused, giving the Leash a few tugs to force Rose to shuffle closer and just to enjoy the control. She loved seeing how Rose had to react to her actions.
While Bernice talked about her fantasies Rose couldn't help but be horrified. How dared this bitch talk about her and her daughter like this? It was simply inexcusable, but there was nothing she could do about it now. The better she got to know this side of Bernice the more she hoped Sally would kick her out immediately. She didn't like being under Sally's control either, not one bit but there she had no choice, with Bernice she felt like she had although she couldn't really seem to muster up the courage to fight her right here and now, not so close to Sally coming home.
That was the big coinflip that worried Rose the most. How would Sally react? Would she put her foot down? Would she kick Bernice out? She was both hopeful and scared. Whatever happened she would still be stuck serving Sally which in and of it's own made her wish for the girl to stay away as long as possible.