As Jake sat in his meeting, his cum covered clothes still on the passenger side floor of his car, Sheila was running, hoping to not fall too far behind the teen. Her new orders were to keep up or be punished and since the teen openly smacked Sheila's ass in the park before, Sheila didn't want to earn punishment, only good slave points.
The only change in attire for this run was a sports bra instead of a blouse tied under her breasts. The short skirt was still in place, Sheila now aware others behind her found she ran with nothing underneath the skirt, adding to her humiliation and, strangely, her arousal. Even before they went over the foot bridge marking the halfway point of the run, she felt pussy juices on her thighs, a few dribbling down her legs.
Making it back to her car, she again collapsed against it, taking the deep breaths to slow her heart rate down, her lungs to stop burning.
"Better, Sheila, you got better time today. Good slut."
She didn't respond, not at all sure what was going on. The girl sometimes called her Sheila, others, like now, a good slut. Yes, Mistress called her a good submissive lesbian slut trying to earn good lesbian slut slave points, but she had no idea why the teen girl called her one.
She knew about the good girl points as well. Mistress had yet to say she enlisted this girl to train Sheila and this girl had yet to say she knew Mistress. In the days she had been running with her, Sheila never thought to ask if this dominate teen and Mistress knew each other. Both seemed happy with her progress and that was all that mattered anymore to the housewife. She was addicted to the arousals and if she had to be a slave to have them continue, she had to be obedient to continue to have them, she was willing to do so. As an addict, all that mattered was the arousal, not the aftereffects.
Kate told Sheila to get into the car, they were going home. Sheila instantly obeyed, not even questioning until they were almost at the house. Only then did she worry Jake would come home and how would she explain this teen girl in the house?
Once in the house, Sheila gave the teen a quick tour, ending in the master bedroom at the end of the house.
"My understanding is that you usually strip and stretch. So go for it."
Sheila started to ask how she had that understanding but her nipples sent pulses of pleasure, voiding any thoughts but to do as she usually did, stripping before this stranger without any sign of embarrassment. She started in on her yoga stretching as the teen walked around, occasionally touching her, the sensation sending more arousal.
By the time she was done, the housewife wanted nothing more than to hump a teenager's leg, the floor, anywhere to get relief from the sexual excitement coursing through her body. The teen reached out casually, tugging on one nipple, Sheila going to her knees at the signal. She knelt there, looking at her aroused body in the mirror as the girl left the room.
The girl returned with a bottle of water and some carrot sticks, not saying a word as she sat on the bed, one leg under her, one leg so her foot was on the floor. The girl took a sip of water as she stared at Sheila's reflections, Sheila feeling heat coming from within herself.
"You look aroused. You happy as a lesbian slave slut?"
"Yes, Sheila is very happy as a lesbian slave slut."
Another sip.
"How do you think of me?"
"As a dominate, a dominate this slave slut enjoys obeying."
God, anymore arousal and Sheila would either orgasm or pass out from trying to hold back until allowed. She didn't see much gray area.
"Then how do you properly address me?"
She couldn't use Mistress, she already had one of those, Miss seemed too little for how this girl controlled her. She finally gave up.
"You are my dominate, you should tell me what makes you happy."
Another sip. Sheila felt worried she said the wrong thing. The silence lengthened, the kneeling woman still aroused yet worried she had a bad point, not a good point.
"Which would the slave slut desire more, openly masturbating for relief or allowing me to slap its tits for my enjoyment?"
There wasn't even a question in Sheila's mind, openly masturbating was what she desired more than anything. It didn't matter she seldom did that even in private, only that she got over the edge. Then again, the dominate did say for her enjoyment.
"Dominate, if it pleases you, my tits are available to be slapped in any way you desire. Please, slap them as you would enjoy."
The girl casually reached down, tugging a nipple upwards, Sheila immediately standing up, legs apart, hands behind her.
The teen sat, sipping water, taking a bite of a carrot, and ate it slowly, Sheila having to stand still, waiting for the pain she just asked for to please the dominate. The wait only made her hornier, something she didn't think was possible.
"What would slut do to make me enjoy?"
"Slut would allow you to slap my tits in any way you wish."
The dominate got off the bed, took a long carrot and inserted it into the wet pussy before her. Then she raised it up, fully coated, told Sheila to open, inserted it into her mouth.
"Clean that."
Sheila started sucking on the carrot, trying not to bite down on it as the teen causally slapped her tit, hard from what Sheila felt. Told to heel, she turned to follow the teen out to the living room where the teen sat at the computer. She asked how to turn it on, Sheila mumbling around the carrot she was sucking.
"Stick the carrot into your pussy. You can cut it later for your salad."
Sheila did so, telling her where the power switch was, then the password. The screen came up, the girl opening the Internet, typing in 'submissive lesbian slut' into the search before selecting pictures with captions.
Sheila looked at the pictures, having to read the captions out loud before moving to the next one. If the pictures were too small, or the caption was backwards or in another language, the teen simply went by, but all others had to be read out. Finally, she looked at Sheila.
"So, slut, tell me your top three favorite pictures so far."
Sheila didn't really have a favorite although she saw several she wished she were in the picture. She finally told of three, the teen nodded and stood up.
"I'm leaving, we'll do this tomorrow."
With that, she abruptly walked out the front door, leaving the naked housewife still kneeling, still waiting for her punishment which soon appeared to be put away until later. She turned off the computer, went to the bedroom, setting the carrot on her clothes before taking a quick shower.
By the time Jake got home from his late meeting, dinner was ready, including chopped carrots in the side salad. Sheila had no idea how she got away with the carrots smelling like pussy while Jake ate his share without even noticing. Sheila for her part, wondered if she'd be allowed to use pussy juice as a salad dressing some time.
Jake didn't notice because his mind was on how he was going to get his clothes clean, the ones still piled on the floor of his car. He could either take them to a laundry mat or toss them away. As he finished the main meal, he finally decided to toss the clothes, except for the expensive suit, that could go to the dry cleaners. Jake knew nothing about how to use anything in a laundry mat.
"Seedling!"
Kate woke up to the voice in her ear, half turning to see no one there, just before she caught herself rolling out of the two chairs. She still refused to use the bed, sleeping each night in one chair, her legs extended so her feet rested on a second chair. She had yet to use the bathroom either, more than once over the past several days of just going outside near some trees.
"Gigi? What's the problem?"
"Seedling, you are not moving fast enough on Jake. He is upset along with his arousal." The voice purred in her ear.
"You didn't tell me there was a time frame. It would also help if I knew more about why you need this done."
"I have told you."
"You told me you need to feed. You have two people who are in constant need of orgasms, yet you claim it is only a small snack. What do you hope they do to provide you with a full meal?"
"I need more energy. Jake is not providing near as much as Sheila."
"And you think I should apologize for dumping him naked in the parking lot?"
"No, that actually helped my feeding on his emotions, as he sustained his anger all night long."
Kate looked at the still dark window, the sun not yet breaking through the cracks of the curtains. She shook her head.
"Time to level with me, Gigi. The money I took from the foster family is almost gone, I don't have a driver's license, and too broke to afford Uber. I'm going to have to give up your feeding to make sure I stay alive, otherwise, working on your feeding isn't going to help either of us."
"Seedling, I need more energy to feed on. It is that simple."
"Okay, so if I can get Jake Mars to be more excited over me, you'll have enough to feed on? I can start looking at getting my own life in order?"
"He is a very sexual man, with plenty of side women. He has the energy."
