Misty hadn't written Mark in almost a week. She would have days ago, had not Jason moved in, but felt guilty as it was, without straight up lying to him. She also couldn't tell the truth and break up with him through the mail. What could be more heartless than breaking up with a man in boot camp where he had zero footing for immediate redress? That would be cruel. However, now that Lori was on board, it was far easier to say Jason and Lori have moved in to keep her company, and safe. She knew Mark would assume Jason and Lori were back together, and moved in for the very reasons Misty related.
So, after Lori cooked breakfast, bacon, eggs and hash browns, with toast and jam and coffee, and the girls had seen Jason off to work, she sat down to pen that letter. Lori cleaned the house.
Lori couldn't help but smile as the vacuum swallowed her pubic hair. Mommy's crazy.
She was especially happy this morning. She had found out over breakfast, she would live rent free, and get a handsome allowance besides. Her allowance was bigger than her paychecks had been and all she would do for it is clean the house, something she did for nothing at her own place. So, she would be quitting her job in about an hour over the phone. She hated that job. Shipping and receiving of mail order, crap goods, from a broken down, dusty warehouse. Everyday she'd get her ass reamed for something or other she did or forgot to do. It was belittling and undermined her self-worth. Goodbye and good riddance!
Lori didn't see the sexual aspect of her contract as work, even though she was being compensated handsomely for it. It was something she desperately needed, craved, had been searching for and would gladly have done for free. All women need sex, and for many, the more adventurous, deviant, exciting, dramatic or potentially dangerous it is the better, within reason of course. That's why they go for the bad boys and nasty girls. They're more likely to spank their asses; mock choking them; muscle, throw or drag them from position to position and yes, maybe leave a few incidental bruises; stand above or behind them and pile drive their pussies and asses into the mattress or dirt; pull their hair; fuck them like brute animals; call them names that make them feel naughty and depraved; talk dirty to them; and definitely make them cum and truly care whether or not they do. Sex like that gives them something to look forward to, feeds their inner passions, fuels their fantasies, frees their inhibitions, makes them feel fulfilled, daring, desirable, needed, loved, but most of all, secure and alive.
Yes, Lori was especially happy today. She finally felt alive again.
By the time Lori finished her chores, mommy had started on her homework.
"Mommy, I'm done. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Lori asked with a smile.
"Yes, can you run this letter to the post office for mommy? Then you can go play."
"Yes, mommy, thank-you." Lori said, and gave Misty a peck on the cheek.
Misty blushed because she hadn't expected it. She did feel it was endearing and hoped for many more in the future. "Oh, and sweetie, don't forget to pick-up an enema bag today, and be home by 4:00, so we can get ready for daddy to get home."
"Yes mommy, bye." The door closed and she was gone.
Misty was an heiress. Her father ran a very successful tool and die company. He had taken it over from his father. Her tuition was paid in full by her father each semester. She also received a monthly stipend of $1,000 a month from her trust fund because she was in college. In fact, at the time, Misty had over $150,000 in her bank account and substantial stock holdings. Additionally, her father paid her mortgage on the house in which the three lovers now lived. He bought it as an investment to be sold or rented upon her graduation. At 21, her trust fund would become hers outright. She would be worth over 3.5 million dollars and substantially more upon her father's death. No one knew this but Misty and her family. She kept all her financial papers in a safety deposit at the bank, to include her bank deposit book. She didn't want to be loved for the wrong reasons. All others knew was her dad helped her make ends meet. In fact, Misty did everything she could to appear quite ordinary.
She was a business major, with the intent of learning the ropes from her dad after college and eventually would take over the reins upon his retirement. Most everything she had ever wanted had been given to her. Her entire life had been mapped out for her from a very young age.
In a mere few days, in her mind's eye, her life was totally upside down and her sexuality completely reinvented. She had begun to question her destiny. Did she want to punch a clock for 50 years at a business in which she had less than no interest? She didn't have to after all. Her trust fund was hers. It had been set-up by her grandfather, may he rest in peace. She never had to work a day in her life. Why, even if she made a mess of it, why couldn't her life be her own?
She was holding a liter and a half of warm water in her colon, on top of a suppository, the second wave in a course of three, to prepare for anal sex that night. Her tight little ass was owned by a 10.75 inch cock (yes, she had asked) and her lust to have it in her was becoming all consuming. She always wanted it in her. In her new reality, she embraced the fact that she's a cock slut, a nymphomaniac; three days ago, she'd have been furious had someone even implied it.
What with her life's path to consider, school, and Mark to puzzle over, Misty was also now anxious as to what she should do about Lori. She was already 20 minutes late. Misty felt as though her authority were being intentionally challenged. She would have to discipline Lori, but would Lori accept a punishment from someone 3 years her junior playing the role of mommy, or, was she going to attempt a coop and try to usurp the mommy role for her own?
What would that punishment be?
Additionally, Misty had wanted to eat Lori's pussy today before Jason got home. She had never eaten one before, though she now knew she could, she wanted to make sure she could talk openly to Lori as she did it. In that way she could iron out any wrinkles and ensure Lori enjoyed the experience. That would be easier and less embarrassing if Jason weren't around. That was out the window with Lori being late though. It would seem weak to elicit advice on pussy eating from a naughty subordinate.
Five minutes after administering her third and final enema, Lori walked in the door. "Hello, I'm home!" Lori shouted.
Misty could hear her setting stuff down, from the edge of the tub where she sat naked. She put on her bathrobe and went out to face her daughter.
"Where have you been young lady? You're a half hour late!" Misty snapped.
"I know, I'm sorry. I stopped by my apartment to pick up some things I needed and it took way longer than I expected. I'm really sorry."
"Well you're going to have to be punished!" Misty yelled.
"Get real! I'm a full grown woman, and will come home when I want to!" Lori insisted loudly.
"You signed a contract to be our daughter. If you're not willing to live up to that contract and all it entails, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You're here because I think you're beautiful and sexy, and I chose to have you here, it would make me sad to lose you." Misty said sincerely.
Lori had started tearing up, she was deeply touched, and relented, "Okay, mommy, what's my punishment?"
"You have your choice: you either get a spanking, or you go to bed tonight without sex." Misty had decided.
"I'll take the spanking." Lori said slowly, as though considering on-the-fly.
"Bend over the arm of the sofa."
