Beth was eighteen, legally an adult. Growing up, Beth was eager to be legally an adult, to make adult decisions, to have adult rights. Now, what Beth mainly wanted was to decide to serve Mistress full time and drop out of school, to learn how to please Mistress either as an object, a maid, or just being used, not to learn about whatever subject some community college professor thought cunt should know.
Her parents still were unaware their only daughter served the woman next door, a woman they had yet to meet even though Mistress moved into the house a month ago. Mistress was outside when the parents were at work, inside or not at home when the parents were around. So, they thought their daughter now doing most, if not all the housework, laundry, even some of the grocery shopping, was part of her maturity. That she also mowed the yard, trimmed the hedges, and did all the yard work except weeding the garden, Beth unable to tell a weed from a new plant.
They had no idea Mistress kept Beth so aroused, she did it all as well as now running to work off excess energy. They only knew she had a few interviews but no job yet, so she helped around the house, less than a month to go before starting college. The parents had no idea their daughter stopped wearing shorts and ratty tee shirts and wore summer dresses as it was easier to serve Mistress when summoned to attend the tall red-haired woman. They thought their daughter was wearing dresses so she could do interviews when applying as shorts and tees were not good interview outfits.
They had no idea Beth's walking around the house more ladylike was a result of Mistress having cunt so excited, cunt had to shove washcloths into her own pussy to absorb the leakage and walking in this manner didn't make the cloth slip out as much when it got heavy with moisture. To the parents, it was all part of Beth's new maturity.
Beth only wanted to be summoned, to be allowed to serve Mistress. Others were seen coming and going, including the tattoo couple Beth had used to suck her first cock and first pussy. She had seen firsthand people having major orgasms and found firsthand how much she needed to swallow to clean up all the cum and juices.
Beth's parents already had plans for a family day, Beth only wanting to sit home to await a possible summons. After all, it was made clear when summoned, cunt had only five minutes to make it to Mistress's door or she was considered late and disobedient. But there was little Beth could do to get out of the plans.
Beth sent Mistress a text, explaining the day's activities, begging for Mistress to put a use to cunt, for cunt would rather serve at Mistress's pleasure than to be at some movie or a dinner show with the parents. Mistress simply texted back Mistress would summon cunt when Mistress was ready. Cunt was in no position to demand anything.
Cunt wanted to respond but didn't. She was simply trying to tell Mistress how the day was planned but Mistress thought it was a demand. Cunt couldn't afford for Mistress to get angry at cunt, she might not let cunt serve anymore or be punished by Mistress. Cunt didn't want that to ever happen.
Family day came and went, her parents praising her newly acquired maturity of working around the house and taking care of things instead of lounging around the house playing on her computer or social media. Beth almost laughed; she hadn't been on social media since submitting to Mistress. She would when Mistress allowed cunt to go public with being a submissive wishing to be owned by Mistress, but not until it was allowed.
The summons came the next morning just as her parents were getting ready to leave for work. Beth stared at the wall, wishing her parents would hurry up and leave. They finally went to their cars, Beth rushing upstairs to strip, leaving her bra and wet panties on the bed, tossed the pussy-soaked washcloth into the laundry pile, put the dress back on, and ran to the front door. She took a deep breath, Mistress clear running to her house was not respectful, so Beth had to walk causally next door, hoping to make it in twenty-two seconds before cunt ran out of time and arrived late. If that happened, Mistress was liable to simply close the door, waiting until cunt sent text and videos begging for punishment for being late. Even then, with each time sending cunt's arousal higher, it would seem like a long time before Mistress allowed cunt into her house.
Cunt arrived, knocked respectfully with three seconds to spare. She waited several seconds before Mistress opened the door, Mistress back into her normal pants suit and not in that sexy stocking and leather outfit of last time. Didn't matter, cunt was just as eager to serve as she begged Mistress to allow cunt to enter to serve Mistress at Mistress's pleasure and desire.
Allowed in, there was no hesitation, cunt stripping totally, its ponytail now loose around its shoulders, cunt kneeling naked, knees wide, ankles crossed, fingers interlaced behind its head. Cunt was an object to be used by this woman, learned that lesson during the first session, and cunt found it delighted in being an object for Mistress to use and command as Mistress commanded.
Each session brought a new experience to cunt, the first time was being naked for another person, crawling, lapping at bowls of water, and following commands designed to humiliate the nabbed thief. All it did was arouse cunt. The second time was to experience bondage and punishment, discovering how much the strap hurt, how the flogger was almost fun to be used on cunt, as well as the crop being somewhere in middle of the pain and pleasure. For sure, cunt had the most amazing orgasm when being punished.
The third time, when cunt most wanted permission to cum, cunt was denied as she sucked her first cock, sucked down cock cum for the first time, sucked on a pussy for the first time, drinking down the juices offered, and then, after the couple came from fucking, the taste of cleaning off cock and pussy of the mingled leavings. She was also used for the first time as a footstool, Mistress's legs on cunt's back making cunt get aroused even more. Thankfully, Mistress later allowed cunt to be humiliated when it got home and rewarded with an orgasm in cunt's bathtub.
This was the fourth session, cunt aware how wanton she looked, her pussy leaking, her nipples extended out as if seeking a nice clamp to hurt them, the body flushed with excitement. Cunt watched the booted feet as Mistress walked to sit down in her chair.
"Did cunt enjoy being away yesterday?"
"Mistress, no, Mistress. Please, cunt was hoping Mistress would want cunt around to avoid the day. Cunt would rather serve Mistress than anything."
Mistress sipped some iced tea as she crossed her legs at the knee. The silence extended as Mistress kept simply looking at cunt, a now worried cunt that it did something to upset Mistress. Speaking without permission would upset, so cunt could only maintain the pose in silence.
"What did you plan on doing with life?"
"Mistress, serve Mistress. That is all cunt wishes to do."
"Yet, you make no move to make that possible. Hmm, planning on waiting until after college?"
"Mistress, please, Mistress, cunt will drop from school to serve Mistress. Please, Mistress, cunt only wants what Mistress desires of it."
"Mistress desires cunt make a move to show it desires such. Words are cheap, prove to Mistress you wish to serve her, to be a slave to her, to be an owned object for Mistress to use or abuse as desired. Maybe even sell. I know a couple who think you sucked them off pretty badly and need a lot of training."
"Mistress, cunt will do as Mistress desires. Any of what Mistress desires."
"Then you may want to prove that before we meet again. IF we even do."
Cunt froze. IF? Was Mistress that upset with cunt?
Mistress got up, walking into another room, cunt not hearing the heel command, so it stayed in position. Mistress returned with a leash and collar. She held out the collar, cunt kissing it with respect, so Mistress buckled it on. The leash was kissed as well, clipped to one of the D rings. Cunt knew the couple wore collars showing they were slaves, yet so far, cunt was only allowed to wear the plain black collar with the D rings all around it.
Mistress took the leash in hand, started walking away, cunt crawling behind, remembering to keep the leash slack, yet stay away enough so Mistress could walk in whatever direction she desired without tripping over cunt. There was no heel command, cunt simply assuming Mistress didn't want to tug on the leash.
They went into the backyard, cunt hearing the children in another yard, the birds in the trees as she crawled on all fours behind Mistress. That the neighbors all knew Beth was thought about, but to crawl for Mistress was more important than a neighbor seeing the teen at the end of a leash. The leash came off, Mistress tossing a squeaking toy for cunt to fetch. Cunt ran across the grass, grabbed it, squeaked it, and ran back, cunt's ass wagging back and forth. Mistress removed it from cunt's mouth and tossed it again.
After the seventh time, the toy went back into Mistress's pocked, the leash was kissed and clipped on, cunt led back inside. Cunt was given permission to drink, cunt crawling on the floor to the bowl, lapping carefully, for if cunt was sloppy, cunt was expected to lick the floor dry. Even if Mistress was wanting cunt to go someplace else.
Cunt was allowed to crawl back to lick the soles of Mistress's shoes, for some grass and dirt seemed to be stuck on them. Cunt was familiar now with shoe cleaning, never hesitating to lick at the blades of grass and spots of dirt, swallowing when its tongue got it loose. Mistress removed the toy from her pocket, tossing it into the next room, cunt being told to fetch. Eagerly, cunt crawled to pick it up, squeaked it, and crawled back five times before Mistress stopped.
Mistress left, returning with a first aid kit, telling cunt to stand up. Then she handed the antiseptic spray to cunt, telling it to clean its knees. Cunt looked down, surprised to see its knees bleeding. Cleaning off the area, the area then sprayed, cunt made sure there was no signs of blood still coming out. Satisfied, it returned it all to the first aid kit, Mistress having it leave the kit.
