Chapter 4 - Daughters
So it's Monday morning and I've spent two nights and a Sunday with the most amazing woman. Donna is simply wonderful. We talked about the party and how I felt. After much questioning by her and much soul searching by me I admitted I had never been so turned on and I loved every minute of it, again the sexual pleasure being proportional to the humiliation I received and the submission I had to express. Donna complimented me on my honesty and I felt so relieved to have admitted it to myself and someone else as well.
She made love to me so sweetly, very gently and slowly. Totally the opposite of what happened at the party. When I asked about this she simply replied there was a time for everything.
If I had stayed any longer I would have fallen in love with her, I do that so easily. Who knows what may happen in the future but she drove me back to Beatrice' house and kissed me goodbye with such love I cried in the car. She promised we would be seeing each other again soon and with that I rushed inside before I could make a bigger fool of myself.
Tina opened the door and I gave her a big hug and immediately began to babble uncontrollably about my time with Donna and how marvellous she was and...
...I stopped dead in the lounge as I saw Beatrice and the two young women they had been talking to on Saturday evening. Beatrice smiled and introduced them: 'Hi Wendy, so glad you are back. This is my daughter Chloe' as she motioned to a busty redhead 'and Tina's daughter Emma' motioning to a busty brunette.
I blushed and immediately became defensive, a reaction which was totally ignored by both Chloe and Emma. They were of youthfull exuberance personified: 'Oh Wendy, it's wonderful to meet you at last. Beatrice told us all about you' (all about me?) 'and we saw you at the party last night. You were awesome.'
Normally I would have relished the compliment of being referred to as awesome but the thought of the two girls knowing what had happened over the past few weeks and seeing me last night, coupled to the fact they were Beatrice' and Tina's daughters. Other mature women seeing me exposed and vulnerable was one thing but these two young women were half my age and that they were my Mistresses daughters as well seemed to make it all the more embarassing.
I should have protested or complained, objected or something. Instead I meekly said: 'Hi girls, nice to meet you and thank you for the compliment.' This seemed to be accepted as sufficient introductions and we sat down for coffee and chat. I shouldn't have worried, the daughters were lovely girls, so full of life and energy. Everyone got on well and we all walked down to the nearest bistro for lunch. The afternoon walk, which seemed to be almost a tradition now, was a continuation of the days's friendship and laughter.
Cooking dinner was a riot. Everyone was involved and squeezing five women into a kitchen is not usually a good idea but this time it turned into a riot and great fun was had by all. Evening was spent listening to the girl's stories of the term just finished, they were both home from college.
Then came the time to turn the spotlight on me. Tina opened the questioning: 'So come on Wendy, how did you get on with Donna?' I shrugged and said it was okay. 'Don't talk nonsense girl' she teased. You spent the weekend with her and came home smilng like the cat who got the cream.'
Blushing again, I seem to be doing that a lot at the moment, I couldn't help smiling and the rest of the women teased me but were obviously happy for me as well. So I described, with great censorship, the rest of the weekend after the party had finished. Beatrice, who I think knows me best of all looked at me quizzically: 'Are you falling in love with Donna?' another blush respnse which totally gave the game away. 'You are! Oh Wendy, I'm so happy for you.' There were general congratulations all around which I had to temper with the proviso: 'Well yes, I really like her. But I don't know what's going to happen in the future, I feel rather out of my depth all the time at the moment.'
Everyone sympathised and nodded understandably so I decided to make my way to bed as I was very tired to say the least. Beatrice came to see me shortly after: 'It's wonderful you have met someone you really like Wendy. And please understand you can stay here as long as you like. In fact, I would be disappointed if you left because you really have made things special, particularly for Tina and I. Not to mention the way you turn me on when I see you getting dommed.' We both laughed and kissed goodnight.
Tuesday morning dawned bright and beautiful. Laughter and playful teasing, giggling and five women generally being very girly and silly. Tina and Emma had gone home last night but returned mid morning and we planned the day together. This was such great girly fun. Beatrice started with a suggestion: ' Chloe and Emma enjoyed the party so much on Saturday, they would like to put the plug in you and for you to spend all the time we are in the flat wearing that and nothing else.'
I was horrified. It was bad enough the girls had seen me at the party being submissive and treated like a pet. But for them to do it here? They were half my age, although that seemed to bother them a lot less than it did me. Before I could respond Beatrice had fetched the plug in its velvet case from the bedroom and was starting to undress me: 'No Beatrice' I begged. 'Please no, don't make me do this.' But my protestations fell on deaf ears and my blouse and skirt were already off.