Chapter 3

I was just beginning to struggle out of bed when Karen burst into my room. “Get up, slut!”

I was surprised to see Karen dressed not in her usual cheerleader’s outfit, but in a white blouse, plaid skirt and dark pantyhose, the typical schoolgirls’ uniform for everyone who wasn’t a cheerleader or a PomPom. The only part that wasn’t typical was that the plaid woolen skirt was scandalously short. (Principal Percival Parker didn’t enforce the part of the dress code about skirts being knee-length at all well, surprise surprise.)

I still hadn’t come to grips with her seducing and domming my mother, even though she’d been telling me all week she was going to do it. I just couldn’t fathom my mom as a lesbian, never mind a submissive lesbian to the same teenager who just happened to be her daughter’s friend and Mistress too.

I didn’t even have time to respond and was sitting up stretching my arms when she demanded, “Why didn’t you answer my calls and texts last night?”

“I was on a date, remember?” I answered.”thats why I wanted to know all about it idiot” Karen snapped.

“You understand I’m going to punish you for such disobedience,” she threatened, brooking no excuses.

Her threat should have scared me, but after not getting to come last night after all the buildup, the idea of some sort of sexual submission had my pussy tingling. I assumed she didn’t know about Mom and Megan, which I most certainly wasn’t going to tell her. “Yes, Mistress,” I answered simply.

“Good, now go shower so you can tell me all the juicy details of your date with Ashley,” she ordered.

I went and took a long, hot shower as I delayed giving Karen the details of my first-ever date; she’d most likely do her best to trivialize or taint the special night.

When I returned to my bedroom there was an identical schoolgirls’ outfit laid out for me, except I had thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose (meaning unlike Karen’s, my tops would show most of the time). I sighed but understood the expectations. A couple weeks ago there was no way I would have even considered wearing such a provocative outfit to school or anywhere for that matter, yet now it didn’t faze me in the least. I was beginning to like the attention, breaking the old nerd stereotypes and nose-in-the-air judging of me.

I got dressed in the outfit and sighed again as I noticed that yes, when I was just standing, people couldn’t see the top of my stockings, but as soon as I moved at all, and definitely when I sat down, my silk stocking tops could be seen by anyone even remotely paying attention. I should have been ashamed or nervous, yet the idea kind of turned me on. After a lifetime of not being noticed, it was quite exhilarating to be the centre of attention.

I walked down the stairs and was worried I’d find Karen and Mom in some sort of sexual act and was thankful when I found Karen just having a glass of milk.

“Sorry, Mistress Karen,” I apologized, trying to explain, “It was our first date so I shut my phone off.”

Standing up, Karen explained, “You will always be on call for me, is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed.

“Good, let’s get going,” she instructed, “I’m dying to hear about this date of yours.”

Telling her about it felt like a betrayal of Ashley, yet I knew I had no choice. During the drive, I told Karen about the date and our brief intimacy at Ashley’s house, but left out the fisting part: that was too special to share and allow her to cheapen it.

Karen asked, “So are you two a couple?”

“I don’t know. We want to be,” I admitted, “but we’re not sure we’re ready to be outed yet.”

“Good call,” Karen nodded as we reached the school parking lot. “I have no problem if you and Ashley play or date, as long as you understand you’re still my submissive.”

“Of course, Mistress,” I agreed.

“And I think you and Ashley should keep it a secret at school for now,” Karen said as she unbuckled her seat belt. “High school girls can be ruthless.”

“I agree,” I concurred.

Once outside, Karen asked, “Ready for your punishment?”

I smiled, “Not really.” She knew I was teasing and would obey her.

“Brat,” Karen laughed.

“Your brat,” I retorted playfully.

“Do you like your outfit?” Karen asked.

“It’s rather revealing,” I answered.

“so for your punishment I want you to obey every order Sabrina gives you today,” she added.

“Oh,” I said crestfallen.

“She’s my sub too now, but after punishing her thoroughly Saturday night I informed her she could remain my number two,” Karen said.

“I see,” I answered, distracted by her order. Sabrina was the one cheerleader I disliked, and the feeling was mutual.

“Should I make that a week?” she threatened, noticing my hesitation.

“No, Mistress,” I sighed softly, “I will obey, of course.”

“Good girl,” she smiled, before adding, “speak of the devil.”

I turned around and saw Sabrina, also dressed in an identical school girl outfit to mine, including similar thigh high stockings, walking towards us, a big smile on her face.

“Hello, Jenny,” she grinned smugly, reaching us.

Just then my cell phone rang. “hang up” Sabrina ordered I looked to Karen for help, but didn’t get any as she shrugged, “This is your punishment.”

I reluctantly followed Sabrina into the school and to the downstairs cheerleaders’ only dressing room.

She sat down on the bench, flipped up her skirt, pointed and ordered, “Hurry up, wannabe cheerleader.”

I dropped to my knees between Sabrina’s legs. “Get licking, Jenny. I would hate for coach to walk in and learn that prim and proper Jenny is a submissive cunt-licking dyke.”

I shouldn’t have rebutted, I should have just obeyed, but I couldn’t ignore her pretentious attitude considering that she also had been a card-carrying submissive cunt-licking dyke just a couple of days ago, “Takes one to know one.”

She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into her cunt. She roughly fucked my face with her pussy until she came a couple minutes later. My face was coated with pussy juice as she came hard.

Pushing me away she ordered, glaring down at me belligerently, “You will keep my cum on your face all day as a reminder of your true position, PomPom ... at the bottom.”

I pleaded, the idea of going out in public with my face shiny with cum mortifying, “Please, Sabrina.”

“You should leave now. I need to pee,” she informed me, before adding, “unless you’re into that. Would you like to wear something else, too?”

Realizing her horrible implication, I quickly stood up and left. I hurried, head down, to another washroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was thankful I didn’t wear much make-up this morning. Although there was a slight gleam on my face, I didn’t think anyone would know it was pussy juice.

I felt that every person I walked by could tell I had pussy juice all over my face, yet no one spoke or reacted any differently than normal. When I reached my locker, Ashley was there. She greeted me with a beautiful smile that told me she was excited to see me, “Hi, Jenny.”

“Hi, Ashley,” I replied, happy to see her too ... my whole body going warm at just her smile.

Her tone changed as I got closer to her. “What’s wrong?” she asked, already able to read me like a book.