Hannah's Way
This is a work of fiction with a healthy amount of facts. Hannah is a real person, and is like no other person I have ever met. The people you will be introduce to along her journey are also real and most of these adventures actually happened. I am fortunate enough to be her mentor, guardian, her lover and her Mistress. Please enjoy the read and leave a comment, even if you don't like it. Everyone who has sex in this story is well over 18.
Part 07 -- Hannah and her Friends.
The week that Kerrie stayed with Hannah was filled with daily sexual encounters between themselves mainly. I say mainly because of the time differences it was difficult to join them all the time. But like all of us, we all have a 'real life' to contend with. So it meant for Kerrie to be spending time with her grandchildren after school, helping with daily chores, and trivial things. But she soon got to become imaginative with her continued training of Hannah.
Daily shopping excursions meant that Hannah would go out with a plain ordinary dog collar around her neck, a skirt, T shirt, heels, no panties or bra. Very slutty looking indeed. Kerrie made her smile at all the other women doing their shopping and frown at any men who gave her the eye. The fact that most of the men were way over their use by date, meant nothing. And frown she did and smile she did, to all the women regardless of their age.
To say she was met with contempt by most women didn't bother Kerrie and Hannah was told on several occasions to flash certain 'pretty' women. Most of whom turned away in disgust. Which brought a smile to Kerrie's lips.
Or more than one occasion women stopped and talked and Kerrie pointed out to them that Hannah was in training, to become more submissive than she already was.
Once in fact while on her tippy toes reaching for a packet of cereal from the top shelf, her skirt rode up and a middle aged lady stood behind her and admired her cute butt and she asked Kerrie if she could fondle it. Kerrie smiled and said yes of course. So standing in a supermarket on a Wednesday morning Hannah got her backside toyed with by a stranger. Who also made certain her fingers run along between her moist lips. She blushed and was so tempted to offer more, but her new Mistress forbid it. The stranger thanked them both and commented that such a cute butt needed to be plugged and left red raw when out in public.
That night while 'talking' to me and they recalled the excursion, Hannah wanted so much to cum, but I had to keep reminding her that her Mistress's always cum first.
So I instructed her to service her new Mistress. Kerrie stood up removed her panties and bent over so Hannah could have access to both her core and her dark pink star. Service her she did as I brought myself to a climax, both Mistresses racing each other to the top of the mountain. Riding the wave of lust and desire. I came to a shuddering conclusion of pent up emotions. I was loving how this Mother and daughter had taken to this lifestyle. How much they both wanted to experience their hidden desires.
I sat in my office chair panting as I heard my two girls, each in training, but at two different levels. Kerrie stifled her orgasm as Hannah worked on her most intimate of areas. I then gave Hannah my permission to cum, but she had to lay on the floor, legs open wide, knees bent with her feet flat on the floor so her Mistress there could see all of her moist, wet bald core. She did so all the while looking into her Mistress's eyes as instructed. It didn't take her long to cum.
All three of us, were laughing and giggling at how magical it was.
The following day, just before Kerrie had to leave she asked for some advice. One of Hannah's close friends who still lives close by to her home in Philadelphia often asks after Hannah and how she is. Should she be slowly introduced to our new lifestyle?
I warned her that not everyone was so 'understanding' of what we were doing. That she might want to see first of all if she shows any signs of being interested in an intimate relationship with another woman. We could of course get Hannah to message her and sow some seeds in her mind and wait for a reaction. If she did likewise, we may get a positive response.
Hannah said a sad good bye to her mum, and everyone tried to go back into their everyday routine. Me included.
Hannah went shopping in her jeans and jumper, complete with underwear. She still got many compliments from some ladies while in the supermarket, and she did on occasions visit the wooded parklands to sit on a bench next to the pond, and enjoy some rather sensual conversations with other ladies.
Only the once did I instruct her to go there in a skirt and no panties, and as expected, some older women, who also go there to do more than converse with strangers, got to feel her bald wet core. She was allowed to cum openly and as loudly as she chooses to.
Kerrie messaged me two weeks after her visit and told me that she had spoken to Marley Wilson, Hannah's friend from her schooling days. Marley was a woman of colour. Part first nations, had an olive complexion, with long black hair, dark eyes and was of an ample size. Kerrie said she was extremely attractive and well endowed.
I complimented her on her appreciation of such a woman.
As advised, she did drop some references that Hannah was being free and happy in New York. That she had expanded her mind and her ways. That she was happier than she had even been.
I suggested that she invite her around for dinner one evening and to arrange for Hannah to be online on Skype and dressed as the street whore, and to have a three person conversation.
Kerrie arranged everything in a matter of days, this older woman was really enjoying herself.
Marley still lived at home caring for her elderly mother, who was currently in respite care. Kerrie took on the role of a caring mother herself. Feeding Marley, including copious amounts of wine to 'relax' her. Everything went extremely well. Kerrie during the course of dinner dropped sex into the conversation, saying how she missed the actual intimacy of sex. Not that she was looking for another man to keep her company. She preferred her own fingers but missed having someone to hold onto.
She mentioned that none of that would be an issue for such a good looking woman as Marley. She laughed and told Kerrie it had been nearly a year since she had a boyfriend. Caring for her mum wasn't leaving much time for men, so she too relied on oneself for her stimulation and satisfaction. She too missed the intimacy of the sexual act, but not the messy men. They both laughed.
Kerrie told her, that they were in the same boat and they shouldn't be. After dinner, they both tied up and during the course of doing so, Kerrie made certain that she came into close contact with Marley, touching and rubbing her bare arms, and putting a hand in the small of her back, guiding her. Little things that were setting the tone of what was to come.
They went and sat together in the sitting room, on a small two seater couch, and set the lap top up in front of them on the coffee table. Another bottle of wine came with it all. Marley said that she should slow down as she had to drive. Kerrie told her not to worry, she could stay there the night, if she felt she couldn't drive home. Again they both laughed it off as Kerrie rested a hand on her knee.
