Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 100

Three orgasms later, Carla looked over at Constance, who was now leaning back with Annabel’s head resting on her thigh. Gently stroking Annabel’s blond hair, Constance smiled over at Carla and raised an eyebrow as if to say, Now what?

 

Once again, Carla sensed that she and Constance were on the same wavelength. There was really only one proper way to finish off this party. Standing up, Carla grabbed two strap-ons and handed one to Constance. The older woman grinned, gently eased Annabel off of her, and began to harness up.

 

* * *

 

After a half-hour’s thirsty work, Carla stepped over the prone forms of Annabel and Caprice to go to the bathroom for water. Until a minute ago they had been making out while Carla fucked Caprice from behind and Constance did likewise to Annabel; now they just lay there looking sweaty and spent. In the corner Constance sat sipping wine and staring at her phone.

 

After hydrating Carla took a minute to find her own phone, only to discover that a message had come in about 15 minutes previously from Asha, asking if it was too late to come over. Carla almost dropped her phone in her haste to text “No!” Then she decided that sounded too curt, and typed “Absolutely not too late! Come on over,” adding a few smiley faces.

 

Upstairs Constance and Caprice were dressing to head out. That meant there wouldn’t be much of a party left when Asha arrived, but that suited Carla just fine.

 

* * *

 

Carla and Annabel put on yoga clothes and killed time while waiting for Asha — who lived way on the other side of town — by doing a few poses. Carla had mostly sobered up by this point; her high had settled into a pleasant, gentle buzz. She felt enormously energetic and alive, and more so with every asana they did. She was practically glowing when the doorbell rang.

 

* * *

 

Asha looked gorgeous as always, but also a little harried, a little worn around the edges. In Carla’s eyes, this air of vulnerability only made her all the more enchanting.

 

“Sorry I’m so late,” she said as she came in. “My dad’s been sick, and... well, it’s really hard to get away.”

 

“But you made it,” said Carla soothingly. “That’s what matters.” She wrapped Asha in a warm embrace, stretching it out as long as she possibly could without making the poor thing uncomfortable.

 

Asha was wearing a simple but elegant embroidered turquoise sari. “I didn’t have time to find a real costume,” she said apologetically.

 

Carla almost blurted out, “But you’re already always a goddess, anyway.” But she decided that would be laying it on a little thick — even if it was true. So instead all she said was, “You look beautiful.”

 

As they walked into the living room Asha looked around, noticing how quiet it was in the house. “I guess I missed the party.”

 

“You didn’t miss much,” Carla lied. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

 

Asha hesitated, saying “I don’t drink very often,” and then appeared to change her mind. “Actually,” she said, “to be honest, I would like that very much.”

 

They went into the kitchen and Carla poured Asha a big glass of Pinot, along with one for herself. Annabel was just finishing loading the dishwasher; all that remained now was to put away the leftovers and clean the pots and pans. After giving Asha a hug, Annabel asked, “Are you hungry?”

 

“As a matter of fact,” answered Asha, “I’m ravenous.”

 

Carla helped Asha fix a plate, explaining to her about the two different kinds of pasta sauce, loaded and unloaded. Asha took mostly the latter, then added a tiny dab of the former, her eyes glittering mischievously. Carla could tell that she was really in the mood to cut loose.

 

A good girl ready to be bad — what could be better than that? 

The three of them sat in the kitchen and chatted while Asha ate, then Carla refilled her wine glass and escorted her to the living room. Annabel said she was going to stay and finish the cleanup, and as they left she looked after them wistfully. She was a little jealous of the way Carla looked at Asha. Most of the time Annabel was not threatened by Carla’s outside interests, but this one felt a little different.

 

Then again, what was their relationship, really? It wasn’t going to be all that long until Carla went back to school, and Annabel was going to have to figure out how to navigate her own future. As she began to scrub the most stubbornly greasy pot, she counseled herself to be patient, to let things happen and see where they took her.

 

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 99

Carla looked deep into Constance’s eyes, and something seemed to pass between them. They were on the same wavelength; Carla sensed a kindred spirit behind those blue orbs.

“I wonder if you might do me a favor,” said Constance.

“If I can I will,” answered Carla. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” began Constance, “you see, Caprice and I have been together for awhile now. And as time has passed, I’m afraid I’ve gone soft on her. My punishments just don’t get through the way they used to.”

“I can see how that would be a problem,” agreed Carla.

“And she has been acting like a real princess lately. She’s desperately in need of a good, sound spanking.”

“And you think I could be the one to do that?” asked Carla. Constance nodded and Carla said, “I’m very flattered. I’d be happy to see what I can do.” Looking over at Annabel, she added, “Come to think of it, this one has been a little uppity lately too. Maybe we could trade favors.”

Constance grinned, a devilish gleam in her eye. “That sounds like fun.”

Annabel felt a shiver down her spine that was a combination of fear and excitement. Constance was more or less a stranger, and who knew what level of cruelty she might be capable of. But Annabel’s pussy, which had a mind of its own, was all atingle at the prospect of what was about to happen.

She didn’t think she really had been “uppity,” whatever Carla meant by that, but she certainly wasn’t going to say anything. And anyway it didn’t matter. What mattered was that she belonged to Carla; if this was what Carla wanted, this was what was going to happen. The idea of being so thoroughly possessed gave Annabel a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Untying Caprice’s feet from the foot of the bed, Carla lifted them up over her head and tied them off again, this time to the head of the bed. In this position Caprice’s rear end was straight up in the air, looking tender and round and begging for attention. Carla stroked it with her hand; it was unbelievably soft, so perfectly formed that it seemed almost a shame to mark it up. But into each life some rain must fall....

Constance, after inventorying Carla’s gear, had opted to keep it simple; she cuffed Annabel’s hands behind her back, ball-gagged her, and bent her over so her ass was in the air, allowing her a small pillow under her head. For implements of punishment, Carla chose a cane, and Constance picked a paddle that Carla rarely used.

Carla and Constance took turns with the punishment, watching each other out of one eye the whole time. They started slowly and gently, then gradually ramped up the intensity. Caprice, who was ungagged, began to moan loudly; Annabel let out a few muffled grunts, but for the most part took her punishment stoically. All four women in the room were lubricating copiously; the air was thick with the scent of female.

Now Carla began to tattoo Caprice’s inner thighs with rhythmic little taps. Constance responded by pushing Annabel’s legs apart and slapping the paddle back and forth between them. When Carla touched the tip of the cane to Caprice’s crotch, she let out a yelp that was almost comical. Constance, looking on, smiled to herself; she knew very well how worked up Caprice got when she was spanked.

Sliding one knee between Annabel’s legs, Constance let her rub on it for a few seconds before resuming the punishment. Looking down, she saw that the knee was now glistening with a shiny, sticky coat of juice.

In the end both asses were glowing warm and red, but no major damage had been done. Caprice was so sweet and succulent, Carla just didn’t have the heart to punish her very hard; and Constance was happy to follow her lead, already thinking about what was going to happen next.

What happened next was that Carla got a bottle of cooling mist from her bedside table and sprayed down the rumps of the two bound women. Pulling off Annabel’s gag, she pointed Annabel’s head in Constance’s direction and said, “Now eat the nice lady’s pussy. And do it right.”

As Annabel moved to obey, Carla untied Caprice and took a seat across from the bed. Caprice took a minute to stretch and get her circulation right, and Carla let her; the position she’d been in had been pretty awkward. But finally Caprice looked up and, seeing the expression on Carla’s face, knew exactly what was wanted of her. She rolled over onto the floor, crawled over, and took up a position between Carla’s legs.

Spreading her legs wide and feeling Caprice’s tongue slide inside her, Carla sighed contentedly. Things were working out just perfectly.