I hope you enjoy this story.
Edited by DRGriffin
My situation with the Woolsey's changes
After the weekend, Jake was now in control. On Monday, I awoke with instructions texted from Jake already. Work out, big breakfast, play with myself for at least fifteen minutes but no orgasms, shower and dress in one of the slutty outfits. He also instructed me to send him a picture each time I changed clothes.
As I was running, I began to wonder what I was doing. I had to admit several things to myself: First, my life was more exciting than it had been before I made the deal with the Woolsey's. I had been bored but now my days were far more filled.
I found Jake exciting. I loved his cock. I constantly thought about him fucking me. I wanted him to be in command. I wanted him to kiss me and tell me he at least liked me but the strange thing was I liked that he was making me earn those things. He could fuck me anytime and anyway he wanted but I had to earn the kiss. Even without the deal with the Woolsey's I wanted Jake to own me. The few words Jake spoke were all important. It was like I wanted the challenge of finding out more about Jake.
I also had to admit I am an exhibitionist. I have to be forced but none the less I like it. I didn't choose to be running with tits flying and ass jiggling but I could feel the tingle between my legs. While Jake was parading me around shopping the day before I was in a constant state of arousal. He didn't make me do anything I didn't enjoy. Maybe I really am a trailer trash slut. Maybe this really is who I was all along. After all, I had always lived in a trailer park and isn't this what people thought of when they thought of trailer trash.
Finally, today is the first payment from the Woolsey's. Didn't I start this to help Cherry? And I am about to accomplish at least the first phase. I concluded that no matter what Mistress Sid or Mister Jake demand of me, I would make enough to secure Cherry's four-year degree.
When I got back from my run I had two texts. One from Jake telling me to use an anal plug when I masturbated. He finished like this.
Jake: 'I am going to take that trailer trash ass soon. You need to get serious about being prepared or it will hurt.'
Then I got this text.
Mistress Sid: 'Congratulations on your first month. Come for dinner tonight. I want to talk to you as a mother and pay you. It will only be us. Dress as you please. We are not playing tonight.'
I was taken aback by this invitation. What could Mistress Sid be up to? And does she mean to dress conservatively. She had cut up almost all my old clothing and the new stuff was certainly not demur.
Me: 'What time?'
Mistress Sid: 'Seven.'
So, I had breakfast and then masturbated with one of my new toys and the medium sized anal plug inserted. This one did hurt. I showered, put on one of the outfits Mistress Sid had cut up, a bra with the cup cut in half, a shirt with half the buttons cut off and a cut off skirt. I sent a picture to Jake.
Me: 'Here is the outfit I am wearing to Walmart. I am just running errands this afternoon.'
Jake: 'Your outfit is acceptable for Walmart.'
Me: 'Mistress Sid wants me to come to dinner and dress conservatively.'
Jake: 'Mistress Sid told me about the dinner invite. No need to send me a picture.'
Me: 'Do you know what she is doing?'
Jake: 'I do but you need to talk to her. You are on your own tonight. Good Luck.'
I so wanted to talk to Jake. I found myself most afraid that she wanted to pay me the one installment and call off the agreement. And it was not about the money. It was that I couldn't imagine not having Jake's attention. I wanted this to continue with Jake even though I knew it was going to get harder. After the experience with the medium sized plug, I couldn't imagine what taking Jake thick dick in my ass would feel like, other than painful.
I ran my errand in the slutty outfit. No doubt I flashed someone each time I bent over. Both upstairs and down. I was getting used to both the people who drooled over the risquΓ© attire and those that treated me like a villain, mostly women.
At six I started to drive to Mistress Sid's house wearing the only outfit she had left untouched. It was a modest dress that covered from neck to the knee. I did wear a bra with the cup cut out. I was beginning to feel comfortable with these.
This time I parked in the driveway. I hadn't told Cherry I was coming over but this time it wouldn't have bothered me to run into her. I hadn't seen her in over two weeks and I was beginning to miss her even though we talked by phone most days.
Melville met me at the door. "Good to see you again Melville."
He said, "Yes Miss it has been a little while. Mistress Sid wanted me to tell you that tonight you aren't her slave, so treat her like anyone else."
I gave Melville a quizzical look wanting more but Melville simple lead me to the dining room and asked, "Would you like a cocktail? Mistress will be here in a few minutes."
The dining room was huge with a table that must sit over a dozen people. There were two places set at the end of the table. I said, "Just a glass of white wine will be fine."
Melville came back with a glass and left me.
Mistress Sid came in and I stood. She hugged me and said, "Thanks for coming. Let's dispense with this."
She handed me a check in the amount we had agreed to. I said as I gazed at the check, "Thank you Mistress Sid."
She said, "No need for the Mistress. Just call me Sid. Please have a seat."
We sat and I just couldn't stand it, "I don't understand what is going on here. Can you tell me?"
Sid smiled, "I know you are anxious but nothing bad is happening except I want to change the nature of our relationship but we are not backing out of our deal if that is what is worrying you. I want us first to get to know each other a little better."
She rang a bell and Melville came in. "Melville please bring out the first course."
Melville came back with a salad for each of us and poured Sid a glass of white wine.
I said, "You said we should get to know each other better first. But I think you know all about me."
"I do but you don't know me, do you?"
"No, I guess not."
Sid smiled as we began to eat. She said, "Well you know that Rod and I are spoiled rich kids, right?"
I was at a loss of how to answer this.
"Our father was very successful but also something of a deviant. Rod and I have also faced that we are also well outside the norm. Rod and I get our jollies from dominating people. We learned that from Dad. As such we could never maintain normal relationships. Hence, we have made a series of deals with people to help them by using them to feed our depravity. We learned this from Dad. I think you knew this?"
"Well, I'm not sure know is the right word but certainly guessed from what Mom has told me. What about your mother?"
Sid answered, "She looked away from everything Dad did including how he raised Rod and me. Our relationship with our mother was not the usual one. Dad controlled everything."
"I am so sorry."