Dinner at the Stoops was ordinary on the outside. Francis Stoop had thoughts of Miss Kate all day, his excitement obvious until he bought bike shorts and wore them under his suit pants. Even now, they were uncomfortable, but his mind had circled of how they were uncomfortable to why he was wearing them, which brought out thoughts of Miss Kate which brought up more excitement which made the tight shorts even more uncomfortable.
Alicia Stoops ate the meal in silence, her body still aroused from memories of how she submitted to Miss Kate, how close she was to getting permission to kiss those incredibly sexy legs, what she did as she orgasmed on command, oh God, that was so fantastic! The video she made of licking up her own juices while wearing only her twat-soaked panties, licking the cement garage floor of all her drippings, making sure the camera caught her action as per Miss Kate's direction.
She sent the video with the thank you to her, her number now in her phone as Miss Kate, before Alicia dressed, returning to tend to the flowers, her soaked panties feeling like a delicious second skin of naughtiness. She had to stop fertilizing after ten minutes when she realized she wanted to hump the fertilizer bag, maybe even filming it for Miss Kate's approval.
Alicia ate in silence, aware she only just finished using the camera on her naked aroused body as she knelt in the bedroom, telling Miss Kate how much she loved being dominated by her, how much she looked forward to being trained to serve Miss Kate for Miss Kate's pleasure. She loved all the humiliation Miss Kate gave her and, well, couldn't find anything she didn't like. It was all so great to serve and obey Miss Kate. She sent the video, dressed and was only setting the table a few minutes later when her husband got home. She realized if he came home only five minutes earlier, he'd have seen her doing her assignment. She still wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.
Lily Stoop sat at the table, her sullen mood still on display. She wasn't so far gone as to not notice her parents acting strange. By now, her dad should be telling them about his day, a subject Lily always tuned out, but tonight, he was silent, almost thoughtful looking, a new look for her dad. Mom wasn't much better, no stupid chirping about the club activities or how her dumb flowers were doing this spring.
Lily was still using her damaged ankle and wrist to get away with things but neither parent even paid attention to her for the past few days. Yes, they had hidden the booze, Lily pissed she spent hours all night looking for even a sample bottle, but it was all gone. She raided the prescription cupboard to find it empty, sneaking around to find out where they were stashed. Nothing. Even the bathroom cabinets had aspirin but only six tablets in the bottle. Nothing near enough to help her.
Thank God, they didn't look at her phone, to see she traded blowjobs at night on the side of the house for a few bottles of the good stuff. She complained it was hard to get around so mom would stop pestering her to help clean, but it was a ruse, Lily able to get about when she wanted to.
Still, she had to wonder if her parents did know something. They were too quiet and after dinner, simply did the dishes before reading the paper for her dad and her mom used her phone instead of watching some stupid show on TV. Lily went to her room, confused, as she removed a book off her shelf to retrieve a bottle, taking a swig, before replacing it. It bugged her the parental units were being strange.
Dinner at the Mars was as usual, Mistress at the table, the slaves waiting for the scraps. For once Mistress Janet didn't show up uninvited, so slut and pervert had Mistress to themselves, a happy state for them both. It had been ten days since they were last punished, slut happy pervert was finally getting his crap out of his system. His whining was usually the result of them being punished but so far, he hadn't issued a single complaint. Whether he accepted it or finally realized slut reported his complaints as ordered, didn't matter. That slut didn't get punished along with her husband was all that mattered. It meant Mistress was happy with them, even if she ignored them.
Saturday morning, Kate walked around the block, stretching her legs as she walked by the Stoops to see Francis eagerly looking at her. She moved onto the driveway, asking normally if he knew how to fix a lawnmower, he did, and she asked if he would come over to look at theirs as it was being difficult. He quickly joined her, walking to the Mar's house, his arousal getting more exciting the more he could walk near her. Once in the garage, she ignored the mower by the man door.
"Francis, you seem to have an erection every time I see you. What's this about? You just happy to see me or you have a medical condition?"
He was a bit taken aback at her using his first name as well as the open subject, but his body liked her approach as he felt the lust almost consume him.
"Happy to see you, Kate, good God, you are so sexy to see."
Kate smirked at him, Francis feeling his dick almost explode. She pressed the button to close the garage door, telling him to strip so she could see if she wanted to talk to him more. He was naked before the door even hit the floor.
Having him stand there, posing for her, his erection bobbing in all directions, his upper body and face flushed with excitement, meant the world to him. She seemed rather nonchalant about what he showed her. She told him to kneel, he did so, his knees on his shorts. She told him to spread his knees apart so his dick would dangle in the air, place his hands on his thighs, palm up, head up, eyes down. He did so, told to remember that pose. Francis was to be in that pose unless directed otherwise. He agreed.
Kate walked around him, slowly as he viewed the legs and running shorts getting nearer, his body going into overdrive as he moaned without knowing why. She placed a knee onto his arm, his body reacting to the touch as he quivered in ecstasy. Her naked knee was touching his naked arm, Francis seeing his favorite fantasy spin in his mind.
Kate moved behind him, reaching down to caress his nipples, his moans, and gasps loud in the garage. That both cars were there, that Jake and Sheila were both home and might come out to see this, wasn't even on Francis's mind, only that Miss Kate was touching him. If he was aroused at thinking of her, this touching was sending him over the edge.
Except it wasn't. Of course, Francis was told, Miss Kate didn't give approval.
Yes, that was it, he needed Miss Kate to approve his orgasm, his release, his desire to serve and obey getting stronger with that thought. She almost whispered in his ear, the words taking shape, planting in his mind, the same as Gigi did to humans so aroused. But then, the demon had gifted some of the ability to her seedling so it didn't take Kate long to discover she too, could leave suggestions to be followed later.
Francis was being programed, building upon the arousing thoughts he had over the past few weeks. Today, Kate was implementing his desire into reality. Today, Francis would be aware he was going to submit to the teen neighbor girl, today, Francis would find fulfillment in obeying Miss Kate.
She filmed him as he stroked his dick, played with his balls for her amusement. She filmed him as he begged to serve, to prove his submissiveness in serving Miss Kate, to have the honor to prove his worth as her property, to be owned by her. Even when she mentioned he had a wife and kid at home, he openly wanted to serve Miss Kate more than worry about his own family.
He was finally allowed to pick up his boxer shorts, wrap it around his dick and stroke while begging to prove his obedience. Kate stopped the filming, playing her fingers along his shoulders, and upper torso as she whispered into his ear. He moaned with desire as he kept using his shorts to stroke his dick. Then she stepped away, picking up the phone to record again.
"Who wants to be a good slut for Miss Kate? Who wants to be a good obedient slut for Miss Kate?"
Francis moaned, begged to be a good slut for Miss Kate, to be an obedient slut for Miss Kate, to submit to Miss Kate in all ways for all the pleasure she desired.
"Do you want to cum for Miss Kate, Franny, cum for your owner, for the teen girl who owns your dick, your ass, and your life?"
"Yeesss! Please, Miss Kate, please own this pathetic ass and dick, to prove your ownership over it at all times. Please, Miss Kate, make Franny show his obedience to your demands, to show how he loves to obey you."
"Cum, Franny, cum for Miss Kate."
He came into his boxer shorts, spurting into the cotton material as his body jerked with the loud gasps of his release. He was ordered to do it again and a third time, Franny now slumped over, his hand no longer holding his shorts in place.
"Franny, suck your underwear clean and make sure you don't drip on the floor."
The married man was obviously struggling to stay awake, but did as he was told, wiping his dick off before openly sucking his cum off his underwear in full view of the camera being held by Miss Kate. Between licks and sucks, he thanked her for ordering him about, for letting him obey her, thanked her for the release. When it seemed like he had it all, she had him dress.
Francis stood dressed, the soaked boxer shorts feeling a bit yucky against his skin, his body already feeling aroused as he looked at the girl who dominated him, who just allowed him to have the best orgasms of his life without even giving him sex. Her will, her pleasure, that was all that was need for Francis to want more of this.
"Go home, Franny, thanks for fixing the mower."
He grinned at her, no other reaction to the new nickname.
"Any time, Miss Kate, Franny is available anytime for Miss Kate for whatever Miss Kate desires of Franny."
She had him leave through the man door, out the fence gate, and walk home. If his wife wanted to know where he went, that was up to him to explain. She went inside to see slut and pervert still bound together, still struggling to get dildos up their asses. It was next to impossible the way they were bound but Kate had to give them credit, they didn't give up when ordered to do something,
They were still at it twenty minutes later when Janet came inside. She watched them, commented it was impossible, Kate shrugged and walked to the bedroom. Whatever comment Janet had went out the window as she eagerly trotted behind like a faithful dog. She would have to be naked, beg to be abused, beg to be humiliated, to be a slave, but she was eager to begin if it meant time with Mistress Kate.
Janet again was instructed to dance to a song, stripping for Mistress. Janet was dripping when she finished dancing naked on the second song, a bit annoyed Mistress still didn't seem very aroused. She had practiced dancing and stripping for various genre's as she never knew what Mistress might play on her phone. Still, it appeared she could have just tossed off a burlap sack for all Mistress seemed to care.
She crawled anyway, kissing the bare knee facing her before kneeling back in slave pose, waiting for a command.
"Janet, you need a good slave name. Any suggestions?"
"Mistress, Janet is happy to be considered your slave. What name you desire is fine with this slave."
"Wasn't my question, bitch cunt. Now answer or leave."
The voice wasn't the normal friendly tone, Janet jerking as if slapped. Damn, she forgot Mistress Kate didn't like trite answers from her slaves. However, Janet couldn't think of anything other than the normal ones, of which bitch and cunt were included.
"Fine, JJ, make sure you remember to remind me to beat your ass for this stupidity. A punishment you hate but will eagerly allow me to do."
