Chapter 6

At breakfast the next morning, Kate said nothing to me about the events of the night before. In the afternoon, when Kate got home from school in the afternoon, she sat on a tall barstool and did her homework in the kitchen while I prepared dinner. That routine always gave us some time to talk and catch up on events. Kate didn’t raise the subject of the night before, so I decided that I had to say something. I told Kate again that I was sorry that Margaret was so aggressive and demanding, and that I didn’t think that her actions were appropriate, but it was not my place to tell her no. I told her that I hoped she understood that I was doing this to provide us a home and security. Kate said, without emotion, that she understood and left it at that. She moved on to her homework and I went back to preparing the soup.

But for all of the rest of the afternoon, and all during dinner, I was wondering what Margaret might have in store for me during our evening time with Kate. Would Margaret push further. Would she go past what ever limits I had (if any) on my embarrassment in front of Kate? Would Kate bolt if she saw too much? I vowed that if Kate raised an objection, I would take that as my sign to quit and leave with Kate. But, with no objection from Kate, I was not going to jeopardize my job and Kate’s welfare for my own comfort level. Although I never told this to Kate, I was leaving my sexual life and future in the hands of a fourteen-year-old girl.

That night, Margaret indeed forced me to take another humiliating step in front of Kate. While we were all in the Media Room again, Margaret called me over and told me to give her a proper kiss on the lips. I did, and she held the kiss for a few seconds and began French kissing me. I couldn’t see Kate since my back was turned, but when I was finally released, I turned my head and saw that she had been staring at the long kiss. Then Margaret told us that she was ready to turn in early and that Kate could stay up in the Media Room as long as she liked (it was a Friday night so no school the next day). Turning to me, Margaret said that I should get ready for bed now. I thought that was going to be humiliating enough – forced to walk away from Kate and into Margaret’s bedroom while Kate watched. But I was wrong. When I started walking to the bedroom, Margaret stopped me and said, no, get ready right here. I gave her a confused look, and she said – forcefully – “Jenna, get undressed here.” I looked down and tried to give her a chance to change that demand, but she became even more insistent. “Jenna! You know your uniform in my bed is to be nude! Now get ready. NOW!”

Now, even Kate blushed for me. I was crimson with anger. She was making me strip in front of Kate just for the pure pleasure of humiliating me. Kate looked away as I undressed and finally laid my clothes on the sofa. In the final act of pure control, Margaret told my daughter to take my clothes into my little bedroom next to her room because I wouldn’t be needing them for the rest of the night. Margaret then led me down to her bedroom and once again insisted that the door remain open. I was grateful that at least she didn’t come to the door to watch.

Later that evening, as I was finally jilling for my own satisfaction, Margaret asked me if I thought little Katie enjoyed watching mommy strip in front of her. I said I didn’t know. Margaret said she thought little Katie did, and suggested that little Katie might have been jilling herself on the couch listening to Mommy making love to her mistress. She wanted me to imagine little Katie, her legs up on the back of the couch fingering herself to a mild orgasm while she listened to Mommy. She said -- “Jenna, your daughter is jilling right now on the couch in time to your own fingering. She was turned on hearing you making love to me.”

Once again, to my shame, I was both repulsed and turned on by Margaret’s words and reached an earth-shattering orgasm. I tried my best to muffle my moans of pleasure, but if Kate was indeed still on the couch, she would have heard Mommy in the throws of ecstasy.