Mum called me on WhatsApp a few days later.
'Well, you appear to be enjoying your Christmas!' she said, with a wry smile. 'Yes. Petra sent me some photos and a very interesting video clip. Darling, you have no idea how much you take after me!'
She continued to talk about the investment opportunity she was looking into and had decided to go ahead with. Domination clubs are legal in Australia and this was going to be one of the best she assured me. Meanwhile, she was also getting lots of sunshine and 'exercise'.
'Tell Les I may take her up on her wish when I get back next week.' I had forgotten Les had said she would like to see mum's suntan. But now mum also knew what a strict mistress Les was and had seen the video of me having my pussy whipped by her. Was mum hoping Les would take her downstairs too?
'Let's just say I'll make up my mind when I get there. My friend Maria who I am staying with has promised to give me some stripes to show or conceal when I get back to UK.'
So, mum isn't a one-mistress girl! And nor was I it turned out, because as my holiday had gone past, I had found myself submitting not just to Les, and Ann's tongue, but also to Petra who loved to place me in impossible bondage and play with me till I came, screaming in helpless lust. I learned to satisfy all three of them with my tongue and on my latest visit to the playroom I had finally been made to swallow Ann's piss direct from her pussy. I enjoyed the submission, and when Les had beaten me with a cane I was disappointed when she stopped. I was never tested beyond my limits, or even to them, and I was reminded of mum's memory from her days with the weak old headmistress who didn't test her hard enough too. However, the new term was approaching and I determined that Miss Kent would learn about my feelings, and if nobody got there first, do something about them.
Mum arrived a couple of days after New Year. She had left her car with a friend near the airport and stayed over the day she flew in to recover from the long flight. The next day, she came to join me. Immediately, Ann invited her to spend the night and as she was still a bit jet-lagged she agreed. We still had four days till term began again so there was no rush to get home.
At the end of lunch, Les commented how tanned mum was looking. There was a twinkle in her eye as she said it and everyone around the table knew what she was really saying. There was an electric buzz in the air as we awaited mum's response.
'Thank you, Les. I spent a lot of time by the pool working on my tan. It's all over, you know, no bikini marks.'
'Actually, that is what you tell me, but in fact, I don't know.' replied Les, 'However, I would be delighted to see you prove it.'
Mum played along, knowing exactly where this was going to lead.
'Ah, yes, but that would be very naughty of me if I were to show you, so I think perhaps I won't'
'It certainly would be naughty if you do, young lady,' said Les, adopting a strict expression on her face, 'and I think we all know what happens to naughty, naked girls in this house. Punishment! But it would be even naughtier to boast about something without providing the evidence. I have little tolerance for people who tease. It is a strict policy in this house that people who make claims about themselves must follow through or face severe discipline, and you have already stated once that you will not follow through.
'I accept your point, Les, and I think you are right. I suppose I am a naughty girl either way. I apologise. I shouldn't have mentioned it.'
'But you did, my dear, so after we have all had coffee, we will all go to the playroom to continue this discussion and take it to its proper conclusion. Are you willing to comply, Sophia?'
'Of course, Les. I am your guest, so I must respect your wishes.'
Oh lord, I thought. Mum walked right into that one. She must have known she would end up naked one way or another. I expect Les plans to punish her too. She probably knows that too.
Half an hour later, we all trooped down the stairs into the basement. Mum was smiling, but not as broadly as Les and Petra. Ann was flushed. My heart was beating, looking forward to finding out exactly what Les had in mind. Mum was invited to stand in the centre of the room, which she did, turning a full circle and gasping as she took in the décor of the punishment chamber with its furnishings and implements. The rest of us took seats around the walls, facing mum.
'Well, Sophia. What have you got to say for yourself?' Asked Les. Mum took a deep breath and faced her.
She extracted an envelope from a pocket and held it in both hands in front of her.
'My friend Maria, with whom I was staying in Perth foresaw this very situation.' She started, 'She wrote a letter for me to present to the Mistress in charge. I do not know what is in the letter. As you can see, it has not been opened.' She held the letter out to offer it to Les.
'May I call you Mistress, Les? It is clear to me that you are the one in charge here, so I offer you the letter to read.'
Les stood up and approached mum. She was a good couple of inches taller than mum who cowered a little in front of this lady she had just called Mistress. Les took the envelope and inspected it.
'It is addressed, as you said, to The Mistress in Charge. Yes, Sophia, I accept that title and will be your Mistress this afternoon. The envelope is unopened. You may open it and read the contents to us all.'
'Thank you, Mistress.' whispered mum. I had never seen her like this but I recognized myself in her.
With that Les resumed her seat and mum opened the envelope and extracted a letter from within. She took another deep breath and began to read.
"Dear Mistress, my name is Maria and I have been attending to the discipline needs of this woman, Slave Sophia, for the past few weeks. Before returning to the UK, she informed me about her daughter and the interesting household she has spent the Christmas holidays in. She has also shown me photographs and video of some of the acts of discipline you have brought upon the girl, Olivia.'
