Xxx Cheerleader Club Ch 04

Note to reader: although this is a stand alone story, it is the fourth part of a series depicting the conversion and submission, of a single mother, at the hands of a younger young adult woman. It contains themes of lesbian domination and humiliation. If this is in anyway offensive, please choose another story. If you read on please enjoy.

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There were butterflies upon butterflies, as I prepared for our rendezvous. The constant tingling need I had lived with for weeks was building in intensity with every passing minute.

As I cut the shorts out of my tennis skirt, the voice of reason was like a gnat buzzing in the background. My body burned for more. Every time she touched me; the pleasure she induced was all consuming. No one had ever come close, and I needed more.

By the time I finished the modification to the outfit, I was dripping. So, I showered again and touched up my shave. I had barely slept with the visions of the past month's encounters rolling through my head. I spent extra time on my hair, brushing my teeth, perfuming, and putting on makeup.

I could not let my thoughts stray to the absurdity of my actions, or reality would have stopped me dead. Instead, I let my thoughts linger on how her touch electrified my body. Her warm softness, her scent, her sensuous voice and the tickle of her breath on my ear as she whispered her desires, all combined to render me defenseless. The previous night obliterated my walls of defense, and my body had no intention of letting reason rebuild them. Surrender was far too sweet.

When I returned to the bedroom after primping for her, I saw some texts had come through.

Marie: Good morning my pet. I hope you slept well

Marie: When you arrive, park on the street, put in your earbuds and walk around to the slider in back. Go into the sunroom, take a seat in the green chair and await instructions. Obedience will be rewarded today. 😊

Me: Thank you, Miss Carter

Marie: I love it when U call me that. Thank U 😊

Me: You're welcome, Miss Carter.

Marie: Are U wearing the outfit?

Me: Yes, Miss Carter

Marie: Is your pussy wet for me Miss Larson?

The bluntness of her question made me tremble and the voice of reason was gone. If the world saw the text, I would be outed.

Me: Yes, it is, Miss Carter

Marie: Are you ready to show me how badly you want my pussy, Miss Larson?

Me: Yes, please let me show you, Miss Carter

Marie: U've made me happy this morning Miss Larson. 2 bad U took so long

Me: I'm sorry Miss Carter. I will make it up to you

Marie: Yes, U will. See U at 9 but not before

Me: Thank you, Miss Carter.

Marie: 😊

I arrived at her house ten minutes early and sat in the car. Unfortunately, that gave me time to recall my previous visit to the house. The skate park day with her mother Amy, her son Doug, and my daughter Stephanie. It began with lunch, and Marie made a point of emphasizing how she had prepared it all.

She wore short shorts and a form-fitting crop-tank. I could not help but think she wore it to taunt me, but she played it off so coolly. Since the night in my house when she laid it all on the line, to make me her kitten, she had stopped the innuendos and flirting almost completely. When she came to our house, she was all business, focused on being tutored and doing her homework. Stephanie even commented how proud she was of her improvement.

All of it should have been a relief, and in some respects, it was. But there was that part that lingered inside that missed the attention and the thought of never being touched by her and never being able to touch her and taste her seemed cruel. Being near her and with no emotion coming from her, no hidden looks, or flirty comments, was like torture. That day was particularly difficult.

I tried my best to focus on the kids and Amy, hoping not to show my disappointment. When she served dessert, cherry pie, she gave not one teasing comment. I felt an anxious awkwardness that seemed to permeate the room. I thought it had to be obvious to everyone, but Stephanie and Doug were in their own little world and Amy seemed mesmerized by their interaction. Marie seemed to give no more regard to me than a piece of furniture in the room.

In reality, she was polite and respectful, and doing an Academy Award-winning job of ignoring nearly every previous interaction between us, as if everything were completely normal. I had to stop myself from trying to pull her aside, to ask why she was so cold. But it was what I had wanted, and it was for the best. When she backed out of spending the day with us, instead of relief, I felt an unexplainable feeling of betrayal, that was unjustified and beyond reason. But that summed up my feelings for Marie-- beyond reason.

Despite my internal battle with rational thought, it had turned out to be a special day. Doug and Stephanie had their hoverboards, showing off to one another. Both were fifteen, with growing feelings for one another; it was a joy to watch our babies and their budding feelings. It also gave me the chance to get to know Amy better and inquire about her 'story for another day' she had mentioned at our first meeting. As Stephanie and Doug drifted further into their little world, Amy and I had a good conversation. Unfortunately, my darker thoughts directed my first question, as we sat together on a bench and watched young love bloom.

"I was surprised Marie didn't join us. Is there anything wrong?" I asked, breaking the ice.

Amy looked at me and smiled. It struck me just how much she looked like Marie.

"I was going to ask you the same question. She encouraged the day to happen. Did she annoy you to the point you had to take action to quash the crush?"

I was taken aback by the sudden turn in the conversation but came back with a quick reply.

"It's safe to say that I made it clear that, although she's a beautiful young adult, and I was flattered, it simply could not happen," I said, trying to sound believable.

It was true, but my heart raced, nonetheless. Guilt forced me to add the young adult label. Living with the reality that I had inserted a toy into my body that her daughter controlled remotely and had multiple orgasms, begging to be Marie's sex kitten, was almost too much to handle. I convinced myself that since, not even Marie knew I had done that, it was nothing more than an inappropriate fantasy that had surfaced, but I suppressed for the greater good.

I refused to even let my mind acknowledge that before I inserted her daughter's toy that night, I had licked her daughter's cum off of it. Cum that got there when I controlled the device inside her daughter and brought her to her own screaming climax, naked in my kitchen. The fact that I had since put it all behind me, and had resisted the urge to reengage Marie, allowed me to justify having the conversation with Amy as if I had spoken the total truth.

"So, it looks like we have a little time... what's the 'story for another day' you mentioned at my house?" I asked, out of real curiosity, but more importantly, at that moment, changing the subject.

She looked at me, contemplating how to respond. It was a look I was very familiar with, so I tried to put her at ease. "I'm a good listener, but I know we don't know one another well, so if you're not comfortable..."

"It's not that. You've been wonderful to Marie, and me for that matter, but I don't want to burden you..."

"Please, Amy, it's not a burden. You seemed like you wanted some advice, and I sensed it's related to my marital situation. It's been a long difficult process, but I'm at a good place and would be happy to give you any insights I may have."

I could sense from our prior discussion there was something going on that was threatening her marriage, so I threw the topic on the table, kind of like she did when I stupidly mentioned Marie.

"Are you sure?" she asked, with a hint of hopefulness.

"Absolutely," I replied, as I brought my left knee onto the bench and faced her.

She did the same and her blue eyes struck me with their sincerity. I felt a familiar tingle between my legs, disappointed that I was having that reaction. I wondered if it was her that was arousing me, or the fact that she looked so much like Marie, that was arousing that dark desire inside me.

"How long have you been divorced?" she asked. "Did you say six years?"

"Well, separated yes, divorced four. It's a tedious process."

The look on Amy's face turned troubled.

"But, in the end, I've never looked back. It's been better for all of us, really. Stephanie agrees or at least puts on a brave face. But even back then, she could feel the tension and really seems happier now."

"That's the problem, Doug's fifteen. In three years, he's off to college. If it takes two years anyway, maybe I should just ride it out," replied Amy, sadly.

"I get what you're saying, but did you just wish away five years of your life? How old are you?" I asked, hoping I didn't overstep.

"Forty-two," she replied.

"You're in your sexual prime, but how long is it gonna last?" I asked, as it hit me just how nonexistent my sex life had been, between raising Stephanie, the move, and career change. "So what is the story? It is another day. Seems like you've already checked out, but you're afraid to pull the trigger."

Amy blinked rapidly, like I slapped her in the face. "Ed's been cheating."

"First time?"

"Too many to count," replied Amy, feeling ashamed.

I shook my head. I'd seen so many friends over the years stuck in the pattern. Man cheats, man begs forgiveness, woman forgives... man cheats. Lather, rinse, repeat. I had long since given up giving advice to those women. They usually don't take it, and it costs the friendship.

"Can't help you with that, I'm afraid." I instantly regretted being blunt, so I tried to soften it. "Only you can decide to forgive and move on. I am so sorry you're going through that."

I was completely unqualified for giving advice on morality. Especially to Amy. I was sure I'd be well below her cheating husband on Amy's list of favorite people, should the truth of Marie ever come out.

I'm done forgiving. It's only a matter of when, not if." She looked at me and her blue eyes were like magnets to mine.

"I'm so sorry for being such a downer. You don't need my problems dumped on you."

I had been known to get signals wrong, from time to time, but at that moment, there was a look in her eye and electricity in the air that was undeniable. She wanted me, so much so, I felt her lean ever so slightly like she was moving in for a kiss. Ironically, one of the other times in my life I felt that same certainty from a look came from Marie, the day I was signing Stephanie up at the new school.

So, my suspicions were confirmed and in a world without Marie Carter, things could have gone much differently. Amy was beautiful and given the awakening I had gone through since meeting Marie; the feeling was mutual. But guilt and fear that the truth could come out made it impossible to even think about. I quickly moved on, ignoring that moment of connection.

"My only advice is to be preemptive. If he doesn't already know it's inevitable, then, go in fully loaded, with an attorney and papers in hand, with your full list of demands. If you warn him, he can do things to make it all much more complicated. If he shifts funds or locks you out, it takes months to get things reversed and sadly, the court often doesn't want to look back and make it all right after the fact. Believe me, I learned that the hard way. They want a settlement and move on to the next case."

"That's basically the advice my attorney gave. He doesn't know I know about the current slut."

What I really wanted to do at that moment was arrange for the kids to be taken care of that evening, invite Amy to my place, have a bottle of wine, bash cheating husbands and see where the night would lead. But something told me, becoming besties or more with the mother of the young lady that had given me the strongest orgasms of my life, who I struggled to avoid every day for fear of losing control, would not end well.

In hindsight, as I sat in my car, waiting to surrender to said young lady, my judgment that day in the park was probably the only good judgment I had shown since meeting Marie Carter.

Just a few short weeks later, I sat there anticipating what Marie might have me do, or what she might do to me. My mind replayed our last encounter. When she came back into my house after leaving, I was in the midst of a moment of total weakness, wishing she would touch me again, and there she was so close I could feel her breath on my neck. I dared not turn around, there would have been no chance to resist if I looked at her. Unfortunately, she knew that, too.

As I waited in my car for the final minute until nine o'clock, my pussy ached. Almost certainly, she would make me crawl between her legs and masturbate for her to prove myself. I could not believe how much that thought excited me. The closer the time came, the more my hands trembled in anticipation. I steadied myself as I put in my earbuds and got out of my car to give myself to Miss Carter, pushing aside the guilt and shame; I was powerless to resist her anymore.

As I stepped into the sunroom, the green chair faced a second sliding door that was covered with curtains. I sat in the chair and waited a moment. As I was about to text her, the phone rang. I answered, and her voice was soothingly erotic as she spoke.

"I'm so glad you've come to your senses, Paige. I am a tingling ball of excitement this morning, and juices are flowing in anticipation."

Hearing her refer to me as Paige, rather than Miss Larson, caused a moment of shock. I guessed it was intentional, to emphasize my new lowered status from kitten to bitch dog.

"Thank you for wearing the outfit. Is your pussy wet for me, Paige?"

Her voice sent tingling heat through my body, as only she could. "Yes, Miss Carter, it has been since you left me yesterday."

"Thank you for your honesty, Paige. Are you going to show your obedience today?"

"Yes, Miss Carter, I promise."

"Turn toward the camera to your left and show me your pussy, Paige." Her tone was stern and commanding.

My mind knew the risk that I was being recorded, but I obeyed, afraid of how she would react to disobedience so early on.

"Good little bitch. If you are to be rewarded, you will comply with every command without question."

"Yes, Miss Carter, thank you." The thought of reward was all that mattered.

"If you do not comply, you will be put out in the streets and not permitted to return. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Miss Carter, thank you."

Her tone switched quickly back to seductively sexy, "You have made me very happy, Miss Carter."

I trembled in anticipation again, in awe of how she affected my body with just the tone of her voice.

"You may touch yourself and tell me what you've been thinking about. But you may not come, and you may not stop touching yourself until I tell you."

Grateful for some potential relief, I began to touch my pussy, as I spread my legs facing the camera. "I can't stop thinking about tasting your pussy, Miss Carter. My pussy is so wet for you. Please let me show you. I wish I gave in sooner and sent you the video to become your kitten."

"Tell me you saved a copy."

"I'm sorry, I didn't Miss Carter. Please let me show you in person." I had hope of regaining kitten status, whatever that meant.

"Let's not rehash that. You're too late. I'm a one-kitten person. I still can't believe you put in the tail, made the video as I commanded, yet refused to send it. You are the most stubborn little bitch I've ever known. Michael's a dog, but even he's got enough sense to mind, without question."

Once again, the situation was quickly going off the rails and I was clueless as to how to reverse it. I wanted to tell her that I had never felt anything like that night, with the kitten-tail butt plug in and the toy inside me, knowing she was in control. I came so hard and felt so completely alive. But I was afraid it would just anger her.

"Did I tell you to stop, Paige?" her tone remained stern.

I rubbed myself, as I processed her comments of being a one-kitten person. 'Did that mean she picked someone else?' I asked myself, in my head.

"And?" she prodded.

I struggled for what to say but came up with something. "I'll do whatever you want to please you, Miss Carter. I'm so wet for you, please let me make myself come for you."

"There's my greedy little bitch. Not yet, Miss Larson, but thank you for begging so enthusiastically. Do as you are told and there will be a happy ending today. Give me one moment," she said, and the sound went quiet, as if she muted the phone.

As pathetic as it was, that thought excited me. I needed relief and would take it any way I could get it. I would do anything to feel like she made me feel the night before.

"So have a seat," she said.

After a moment, I could hear her walking and saw the curtains move before she whipped them open, revealing her naked body in black heels. She grinned and her eyes widened when she saw me.

"Can I please come in, Miss Carter. You're so beautiful. I want you so much."

"Patience, my pet," she said calmly, as she turned.

She walked away and sat confidently down on a sofa that seemed far away, particularly with the slider between us. Her little ass was so beautifully shaped, I bit my lip as I watched her move. She was wearing earbuds so we could talk through the glass. She sat facing me, legs shoulder-width apart, and I could see her pink folds between her thighs. To her left was the rear of a high-backed chair, and her eyes shifted from the chair to me.

"Good morning, pet, so happy to see you again." She smiled at me, looking at my pussy, then she looked to her left.

"Thank you for following my directions," she said, still looking toward the chair before grinning at me again.

"I want to please you, Miss Carter," I replied.

"You look so sexy this morning. What a perfect start to my day."

"Thank you, Miss Carter," I replied, blushing like Stephanie, when she was with Doug.

"I have to admit, I am more excited than I thought. I need you out of those clothes now please," she said, looking toward the chair, blushing a little.

She looked back at me and smiled. As I stood up to comply, I saw a blonde woman stand up from the chair. She had on a white silk robe that she slipped off her shoulders and let drop.

Marie's eyes rolled from the woman to me, and gave a devious smile. I stared at the woman, as it began to register that it looked a lot like Rachel. I dropped back onto my seat.

"Such a good kitten, show me all of you," she smiled, as she gazed at the woman.

Jealousy, fear, excitement all rushed through me as I looked at the silky blonde hair covering the shoulders of her kitten. The woman turned left and stepped out from behind the chair, confirming I was looking at the naked body of my best friend, before she turned back to Marie, and knelt between her spread legs. I wasn't sure if she knew I was there or not, but I guessed she did not.

Rachel had the kitten tail dangling from her ass. I hadn't seen her naked since high school in the locker room. I gasped and saw Marie's smile brighten as she heard me through the earbuds. A rush of adrenaline had my heart racing, as it registered that Rachel had also fallen prey to Marie.

The fantasy that had run through my mind for my day of sweet surrender, was suddenly shattered. As I had clipped out the shorts from the skirt earlier, I had the image of her kissing me and sliding her hands down my ass over the skirt, before slipping her fingers up under it and caressing my bare ass. Then I pictured her pushing me to my knees to service that sweet little pussy.