Jennifer stood on her front porch and waved as her two children ran down the street to catch the school bus. At 33 she often was mistaken for someone in her early twenties. This was due to the rigorous schedule she followed. Her black hair was cut short and off her face, the better to see her ice blue eyes and her pert upturned nose. Her figure was an astonishing 40D" x 24"x 32" and at 5' 6" she looked like an hour glass with 15 minutes of extra sand thrown in for good measure.
She looked next door and saw her neighbor Betty doing the same thing. Her two kids were the same age, but her son was older by one year then her daughter, where Jennifer's daughter was a year older than her son was. It worked out perfectly for both families. Both kids had playmates and classmates. They even studied together after school at Jennifer's house to use the Internet.
Betty caught Jennifer's eye and waved a coffee cup and looked questioning at her. Jennifer smiled and pointed at her watch and raised 2 fingers, signaling that she needed 2 hours before she could come over. Betty looked sternly at her, shook her blonde head and raised 1 finger in response. Betty expected her in 1 hour. Jennifer nodded sheepishly and ducked quickly back into the house, suddenly extremely excited.
It had been a frustrating 2 weeks that the kids had been home from camp, but not at school. They had only been able to see each other in public; Jennifer had seen the look in Betty's eyes the night before when the two families had dinner together. That look told Jennifer that as soon as the kids went back to school, she would be put through the ringer, and she could not wait.
She had showered right after her husband and was dressed and ready to go, but she had to finish cleaning the house. It would not do to have her husband come home and wonder what she had done all day. The kid's rooms were clean, so she made the bed in the master bedroom and set dinner up in the crock-pot. She quickly ran the vacuum over the living room and was finished. One last walk through and she was satisfied that the housework was finished. She had two minutes left when she changed her shoes, walked out the door and locked it before heading next door to Betty's.
Jennifer let herself in through the side door into the mudroom and locked it behind her. She unbuttoned the shoulder buttons on her short set and unzipped it, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. She wore nothing beneath her short set and stood naked in the mudroom but for the 4-inch heels she wore. She reached into her large purse and pulled 5 dog collars out. Two she buckled around her ankles and two went around her wrists. The last collar had a leash attached and a dog tag that read "Betty's Bitch". Jennifer buckled this collar about her throat and put the leash between her teeth, got down to all fours and crawled into the kitchen.
Betty sat waiting for her slave in the kitchen sipping her coffee, with her legs crossed. She too was naked except for her heels, 5-inch black patent leather. Betty was a year older than Jennifer was, and half an inch taller, but their sizes were exactly the same. Jennifer kept her head down and eyes locked on the floor and crawled to Betty's feet, where she pushed her face down and let the leash rest on the floor and started to lick Betty's toe caps.
Betty felt the soft tongue run over the tops of her shoes and brush to top of her foot and smiled. Jennifer had learned fast, and accepted her place at her Mistress's feet eagerly. Jennifer was better educated, her husband made more money, and she was prettier, but Betty had her under her thumb, and Jennifer was always craving more.
Jennifer sucked and licked Betty's shoe clean, taking special care to do the underside and back. She could barely get her mouth around to suck the heel, but she managed without disturbing her Mistress. She touched her tongue to Betty's soft warm flesh as often as she thought she could, but waited for her to shift so that she could do the other shoe. When she finished the first shoe, Jennifer indicated to Betty that she was done by sucking the whole toecap into her mouth and licking the bottom. Betty pulled her foot roughly from Jennifer's mouth and re-crossed her legs. Jennifer did not hesitate, and she thrust her mouth on the other foot and started to lick and suck it clean.
Betty let her go on like this for some minutes, smelling the juices of both herself and her slave, reveling in the anticipation. She thought about the last time that they had done this. She had tied Jennifer to the couch facing the window and spanked her without mercy. The people passing by on the street could only make out vague outlines through the sheers, but Betty felt that Jennifer had been on display for the world. She had something even more tortuous for her this time.
Jennifer slaved away on her Mistress's feet and shoes, hoping to please her, but knew that was impossible, and she was glad. The fact that Betty would be furious about how Jennifer licked her shoes clean, no matter how good a job she did, would cause her to punish Jennifer, and that was what Jennifer needed right now. The small bits of dirt imbedded in the sole of her shoe caused Jennifer some difficulty, but she continued until Betty pulled the shoe from between her lips.
"Look at this mess." Betty ordered. "You call this clean? The dog could do a better job. Up on your knees, and don't forget your leash." Jennifer obeyed instantly, picking her leash up in her mouth and sitting up on her knees like a dog. Betty took the leash and led her out from under the kitchen table on her knees and placed her in front of Betty's chair. Picking up a roll of butcher's twine from the table Betty proceeded to tie Jennifer's breasts in a tight figure eight, leaving her gasping for breath through clenched teeth.
Jennifer could now see her Mistress wore the strap on 10" dildo that they had bought together on that day trip downtown. The thought of that monster ripping into her moist flesh made Jennifer even more aroused. She could feel her juices pooling between her legs on the kitchen floor, and smell her scent rising from her puddle.
