From the Author: Thank you all for the overwhelmingly positive response to chapters one and two, I hope chapter three lives up to the first two. Please read those chapters first. This will not make a lot of sense otherwise. Be advised, this chapter contains themes that may include, but are not limited to, incest, sadism, masochism, "watersports", race play and humiliation. If these themes offend you, please move on, otherwise, I hope you all enjoy the ride. Comments are always encouraged, good and bad, as long as they are constructive. I will delete those that are just character or author bashing.
New Player:
Judith Jones -- The Housekeeper (referred to as the maid, by the whole family)- 5'9", a lithe bodied, light-skinned African-American woman in her twenties with a flawless complexion, an angelic face and gorgeous hazel eyes, firm b-cups that do not require a bra and nipples you could hang a coat from when hard. Her ass is not prominent, but as firm as a stone-cold concrete, and she has a seemingly unassuming personality. She has only been working for the family for less than a year, hired after their long-time housekeeper, Bertha, retired.
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End of chapter two.......
When she was done relieving herself on Melissa and her rug, Nancy moved to the couch, put her dress on with nothing underneath and grabbed the rest of her things. As she walked by the drenched and still recovering Missy she said, "Until next time, you needy cunt." She was certain there would be a next time. There always was with needy subs like this one.
Melissa lied there for another 20 minutes contemplating her situation. As the smell began to consume her and the warm wetness turned to cold, she justified that she had done all this to be with Emma. She stood, undressed on the rug, rolled it up, with her clothes inside, and drugged it all, stark naked, through the kitchen and into the back yard, leaving it there. She would have the gardener get rid of it. She rushed upstairs and showered. As she came out of subspace and crashed, the emotions overwhelmed her. She balled up on the floor of the shower sobbing, until she finally collected herself. She crawled into bed naked, even though it was only early evening, and she passed out, not waking up until late the next morning. The last thought in her mind as she fell asleep, was how proud of her Emma would be when she showed her the video of her obeying her commands.
And now, chapter 3...
The next morning Melissa woke up in a state of depression. She didn't understand the reality of "sub drop". It was a real thing, and it can sometimes be devastating. She lied in bed for the entire morning wallowing in her feelings. At some point, she finally came to the realization that she had completed the task assigned to her by Emma and that she was going to be able to be with the domme she really pined for. She suddenly had great energy and she jumped from her bed, picked out an outfit she was sure Emma would find sexy and texted the teen vixen, letting her know she had done what was told to do and asked if she could see Emma and show her the evidence she had demanded. All that excitement gradually waned, as Emma didn't reply the entire afternoon or evening.
Just like before, the longer Melissa waited the more desperate she became, the more she texted and the more depressed she felt. She tried to eat, she tried to watch tv she even tried to read, but none of it quelled her fear that Emma would continue to ignore her, even after she had done what she demanded. As she moved around her house, she never let the SD card out of her sight, and as it sat on the kitchen table while she tried to eat lunch and then dinner, it seemed to be mocking her as evidence of the most humiliating moment of her life. The more she stared, the more the scenes recorded on that card ran through her mind, and a funny thing happened. She began to get aroused and she found herself longing for Nancy's attention. When she realized what she was feeling, she instantly rationalized that she was just substituting Nancy for the true object of her desire, Emma, since Emma was ignoring her, and Nancy had not.
It was 11:30 that night when Melissa's phone finally chimed. Melissa was in her ensuite undressing when she heard it. She almost ran to the nightstand where her phone and the SD card rested. She picked it up so excited, hoping it was from Emma. It was. It was short and to the point.
Emma: Starbucks 7:30 am, bring the proof.
Melissa was both happy to hear from her, but completely disappointed by the location selected to meet. How did this little bitch know just how to give her hope and at the same time smack her down? She wanted to ask if Emma would come to her house or meet her in a more private place, but she feared she would upset her goddess and she would not allow Melissa to see her at all. She took a deep breath and replied.
Melissa: Yes, Emma
She was so desperate for the conversation to continue, that she purposefully addressed her by name, hoping she would correct her, and it would give her a chance to show her proper respect. However, Emma did no such thing, and as she knew it would, it left Melissa disappointed with herself the entire night. Even when she corrected herself and sent an apologetic text, calling her "Goddess" and everything, Emma never replied. Melissa mentally punished herself the entire night as she never really slept for more than a few minutes at a time. When she finally gave up trying at 5:00 am, she was completely exhausted as she showered and meticulously prepared herself to meet her domme.
When Emma walked into Starbucks at 7:00 am the next morning, she could not have been more delighted by what she saw. She had picked the 7:30 time on purpose, knowing that the morning rush would make her plan more stressful and humiliating for Aunt Missy. However, when she saw Nancy Jergens sitting at a table having coffee with Pastor Mike, she became giddy. The fact that the table where they were sitting was smack dab in the middle of the place was the cherry on top. She quickly purchased Melissa's and her favorite drinks, walked to that table, and invited herself to sit with the two titans of her church. Both were a bit perturbed by the young woman's forwardness but were also too polite to decline. Soon, Emma spotted Melissa entering and waved her over.
Once again, Emma found a way to both excite and fill Missy with dread at the same time. Her face lit up when she spotted Emma, then she froze like a deer in the headlights when she noticed with whom she was sitting. Emma got a little thrill inside when she watched the blood drain from Melissa's face. Missy took a deep breath, collected herself and proceeded to the table.
"Pastor Mike, Ms. Nancy, good morning. I didn't know you were joining us." Melissa said with a forced smile and fake delight in her voice while taking a seat at the table. The way Missy addressed Nancy was not missed by her and older domme gave Melissa a clandestine wink.
"No, no...." Emma replied, "They are not joining us. There wasn't anywhere to sit when I got here, so I just pulled up a chair to wait for you."
The pastor and Nancy looked at each other quite puzzled. There had been plenty of tables available when Emma had joined them, but again, in each other's presence, they had been too polite to say anything. Melissa let out an audible sigh of relief, and picked up the cup with her name on it and took a big drink without even thinking, burning her tongue in the process.
Nancy could see the anxiety exhibited by Melissa, but the pastor never noticed a thing. Nancy figured it was because of her, but soon realized it may not only be because of her when Emma looked at Melissa and spoke.
"Did you bring it?"
"Yes." Melissa said immediately looking nervously at the other two occupants of the table, before reaching into her purse and pulling out the SD card and handing it to Emma. Without a word, Emma grabbed her tablet and slid the card into the slot on the side. Melissa's eyes shot wide, as she thought Emma was going to play it.
Nancy could tell, Melissa didn't want anyone to see the contents of the memory card and decided to press her submissive whore. "What's on the card?"
Melissa panicked, hemming a hawing for a moment trying to come up with a believable lie, before Emma saved her, "It's a bunch of pictures of my mom and dad from college. I am doing a family tree project in one of my classes and Auty Miss offered to get me some younger pictures of them."
Nancy knew that was a line of crap. She could see all the submissive signs Melissa displayed yesterday with her, currently oozing out of the nervous southern belle. This made her wonder what the nature of the relationship truly was between these two "family members". Just then, the table immediately behind Pastor Mike opened and Emma stood and directed Missy to move, saying they had interrupted the others' meeting long enough.
Never so relieved, Missy stood, "Pastor, Ms. Nancy." She nodded at each before hurriedly moving to the other table, cursing herself for slipping again when addressing Nancy in front of others.
Emma sat at the new table, so she and Pastor Mike were back-to-back between Missy and Nancy, who were facing each other. She pulled out her tablet and began tapping it to pull the video up.