This story is a continuation of my previous book called Balance of Power where a school social worker submits to a teenaged schoolgirl Bully getting in far deeper than she ever intended. While it has been written with the stand-alone reader in mind, your enjoyment of the following will most likely be enhanced if you read Balance of Power first. Also this will make a lot more sense if you've read the previous three chapters! It contains themes all used in previous chapters, including some mild non-consent and all characters are 18+. Please be warned if you are likely to be offended.
CHAPTER 4 -- CASTING CALL
Saturday arrived too quickly for me. It was the first day back where Tahlia expected me to obey her rules and directions again, either that or risk her enforcing a clause in the contract she tricked me into signing with some film producers to make even more hardcore pornography. Submitting to Tahlia, the schoolgirl bully, was very definitely the lesser of two evils.
I couldn't sleep at all on Friday night as I considered the consequences of my actions to find myself in this position to begin with. At first it was easy to submit to Tahlia, all my adult fantasies of being bullied by a tough but feminine, attractive schoolgirl were being realised.
I didn't like some of what she had me do in those early days but I looked at it as all part of the bullying experience, that I was lucky to serve her, to lick her feet and even worship her body, as well as drive her around town and follow all her rules. Lucky that she had forced me into submission to her best friend Denny as well. Those first weeks I served Denny I will always remember as some of the fondest of my life.
But now with the week off and a clearer view of what lay ahead for me, how helpless I was without her protection and intervention, my submission to her no longer felt sexual but actually forced. I started to resent her freedom, the fact she was allowed to do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted with whoever she wanted whereas she always knew where I was and what I was doing, it even seemed like my privacy belonged to her as well. My phone was tracked, every call and text monitored at her whim.
I could no longer look at her as this bright young schoolgirl so very intelligent with model looks to match, someone I could fantasise about sexually, no, that image of her was gone. Now she simply is my master, making all my decisions and telling me where I have to be and when.
I was intimidated by her now more than ever before.
And then there were the extra complications with my beautiful loving family. I had always looked at us as a model family, loving husband and wife, with our challenges as all couples have, but still as in love now as we were when we met in high school. A beautiful teenaged daughter, popular and friendly at her own school, with a bright future ahead of her. Financially sound, both David and I working our dream jobs.
But then I chose to jeopardise all that by allowing a moment of sexual fantasy to become a reality. Tahlia had told me on day one that I was making a mistake submitting to her. That she would take over my life and take things from me, though she never actually specified that the things she would take from me might include my daughter and husband. As I lay awake that Friday night I couldn't help but think of what I had done to our lives, my husband was being actively pursued by a stripper, encouraged by Tahlia, to have an affair.
My daughter was besotted with Tahlia's best friend and my own Mistress, Denny, who was actively encouraging Carly to challenge my authority in our house. In a fortnight our relationship and bond as mother and daughter had been challenged if not fractured by Tahlia's direction of Denny and my own newly acquired weakness for submission.
I was eventually able to find sleep though and Tahlia's text was actually waiting for me when I woke up on Saturday;
Tay: Good morning puppy, did my girl enjoy her week off? I hope so! Of course we both know you will have much more fun this week now that I have leashed you again. I really do love controlling my little BITCH! Haha. I have changed our plans for today, come and meet me at Northland in the food court at 12:30pm. You can buy me lunch.
I tossed my phone back on the bedside table, my hatred for it almost immediately rekindled with one short message from my ruler. My week of bliss officially over, I laid in bed with no hope of getting back to sleep and I could feel the cramps in my stomach begin to tighten as the crippling grip of anxiety that materialised the moment things had spiralled out of my own control once again surfaced.
I chastised myself as I lay there, I had to be stronger, I wanted this, I had arranged for it to happen! I knew there was only one way I could help myself through, Tahlia had taught me well, as my fingers reached down inside my underwear and I quietly masturbated next to my sleeping husband.
For a submissive I had found that edging keeps you sane. I know it is probably the opposite for most normal people to get to that edge and hold it, to derive yourself of that last magical moment of pleasure that comes with our orgasms, but for submissives like me it was important to stay aroused, to not drop, to not dwell on the things that my conscience tells me is wrong, it's crucial now given the power Tahlia held over me, that my submissive pussy is allowed to rule over my conservative and sensible brain.
I closed my eyes and gently circled my clit thinking of Denny, the happier times we spent together with her as my Mistress before she had me introduce her to my home and Carly. I imagined my favourite time with her, between her legs while she instructed me her favourite way to orgasm, the warmth it brought me when she would cum on my face, that feeling of satisfaction that I had brought pleasure to this simply perfect princess who I had loved and adored.
My phone beeped again;
Den: Hello sis. Welcome back! Can't wait to have my Girl's face back between my legs. I miss my showers with you so much!!! Kisses, D.
I resented her now after what had happened with Carly. No mother should really ever be forced to listen to her own daughter orgasm. Sure, I guess some people might enjoy that type of kink but I was definitely not one of those types of people. I am obviously submissive and do enjoy many things others may not but listening to my daughter be sexually dominated by my own Mistress, against my will, well it's a step closer to incest than I could ever accept.
Denny had uncollared me from Carly's bed while she slept and neither Carly nor I had mentioned a word about it since but there was definitely an uneasy atmosphere between us now. I was heartbroken about it, we had been so close for so long. Then again that is why I edge. To help the pleasure of my submission overcome my conscience. I had to get up. I couldn't stay quiet enough now next to David. Not while Denny was sexting me.
I rushed into the toilet just like I would prior to my week off. I had my phone with me and read Denny's text again. The edge came quickly. I took a photo of my aroused pussy and date stamped it for Tahlia as per my old rules. She hadn't said to but I thought she would appreciate it. I sent her the picture.
Her reply was immediate;
Tay: What an eager puppy! You never had permission to do that! So naughty. Tell me bitch, how many times did you cum this past week other than that one we had together?
Robin: Hi Tay. I haven't cum all week other than that. With things going on at home I just wasn't in the mood, and no edges either, sorry.