Chapter 2

I set the table for us and finished cooking the pancakes. I added a side of bacon, too, hoping to please Miss with her favorite breakfast meat.

“Mmmmmm, this smells yummy!” Miss said.

I served us, sat naked across from Miss and we started eating. After a minute or two Miss asked me to continue telling her about my shopping day.

“So, what happened after the shoe store?” she asked.

I hesitated at her question. I never did get to finish telling her everything that happened in the shoe store. But she asked what happened ‘after the shoe store.’ If I skipped over the part where I was taken into the back room to be punished. The part where I almost orgasmed having my horny clit flogged by Ms. Chelsea. The part where I was allowed to cum by rubbing my clit on Tommy’s hard little dicky. Would that technically be a lie? Telling Miss that I abused this poor young boy willingly just to get off would be so humiliating.

In that two seconds of hesitation, I decided to skip over the storeroom part of my day.

“Well, we left the shoe store with me wearing the white wedges and my swimsuit cover...” Miss raised an eyebrow as I picked up my tale after the shoe store, as Miss asked. Did she know something?

I told her about my first experience peeing outside, behind the dumpster and how Ms. Connor made me come out from behind it naked before letting me get dressed. Then I told her how Ms. Connor made me serve her at the food court by making several trips back and forth in my transparent clothes.

I told her about how I was made to play the childish tickle game with the two goth girls and how they continued my tickle torture in the family restroom, about how I begged to have my nipples and clit tickled. Then I told her how I orgasmed without permission and how I got the goth girls and Ms. Connor off. I felt that I should tell her that Ms. Connor made me give the girls my phone number.

“Maybe we’ll get some company for a nice dinner some night,” she teased.

Next up was the tale of Ms. Connor making me expose myself in the parking lot and how I lost control and spontaneously masturbated myself to orgasm right outside of the mall. Of course, I didn’t have permission, again.

“God! Why can’t you control yourself?” Miss said.

I continued with the full tale of what happened in Ms. Connor’s adult shop where Tanya and Giggles helped me pick out my new wardrobe of slutty clothes. I told her how when I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that I needed more than just clothes to be totally slutty. I realized that I needed make-up, nail polish and a trip to the hair salon. And piercings.

“Yes!” Miss interrupted, “piercings for both of us!”

The Mom in me wanted to object. Miss was only fifteen and way too young for anything more than ear piercing. Wasn’t she? I held my objection. I told her about some of the outfits Ms. Connor picked out. Miss interrupted again.

“I didn’t see any panties in your drawer,” she teased.

“I ... I’m n ... not allow to wear panties,” I admitted. Miss could only giggle in response. “Ms. Connor says my pussy must be naked all the time.” My clit was throbbing.

I left out the part about the little see-through outfit Ms. Connor picked out for Miss, thinking that Ms. Connor wouldn’t want me to tell Miss about that. I told the tale of the secret dungeon below the sex shop. I explained how I felt as I descended the stairs. How I descended into abject servitude and horniness. I told her how I’d been bound and relentlessly tickled until I begged to cum but was denied release.

I told her about being strapped to the gynecological table and the severe strapping I got and how I had to ‘thank’ Ms. Tonya for punishing me so well. Then I told her about how Giggles and I serviced Ms. Connor. I didn’t fully realize how totally depraved my day was yesterday but recalling it all for my daughter put it in perspective. I told her how I wanted to make Giggles cum to thank her, but Ms. Connor only let me tease the submissive girl.

“Giggles isn’t allowed to cum either. She’s so happy being so submissive,” I recalled.

Miss seemed really interested when I told her about how I was made to masturbate in the sex shop in front of the customers. She asked for details about the positions I was in and how I used the vibrators. When she asked how many times I orgasmed, I told her that I wasn’t sure.

“After that, Ms. Connor had me drive her home. I was naked in the car the whole way. We showered and I started dinner, waiting for you to get home,” I said, finishing my story.

“That’s it?” she asked.

“Isn’t that enough?”

“Are you sure you told me everything?”

“Y ... Yes, Miss ... I’m sure,” I lied, recalling the part I left out about the back room of the shoe store. I felt guilty about lying, but I thought that I couldn’t come clean now. I decided to keep that part secret.

“Sounds like you had a full day.”

I sighed loudly and we sat quietly for a minute or two. We finished our breakfast, so I cleared the table and washed the dishes. That would normally be my daughter’s chore, but I just assumed that was now a thing of the past.

“I need to cum ... now...” Miss said awkwardly. I guess she was still getting used to the ‘being in charge’ stuff. Her legs were crossed, and her foot was rocking up and down. I knew exactly what she was doing with her thighs.

Was I going to do this? Sexually serve my own daughter. No one was here to force me. I wasn’t tied. Yes. Yes, I will. I’ll do what she says.

“Oh!” I said, looking down at my heels, “O ... of course ... Yes Miss.”

We paused there a minute. Her sitting at the table rubbing her clit with her thighs. Me teetering on my heels, pussy drooling, waiting for instructions.