Chapter 4

“You didn’t cum, did you?” Miss asked after some time.

“No, Miss,” I answered, “I wanted to, but I didn’t!”

“Good,” she said.

“Doooo ... you want to tell me about your shopping day now, Miss?” I asked.

“Not really,” she replied, “but I do want to tell you about Debbie and her Mom.”

She motioned me over to the sofa. She put her robe on and we sat together.

I’d met Debbie’s Mom at the games and cheerleader events. There wasn’t much to her. She dressed very conservatively and kept mostly to herself. I didn’t even remember her name. I always guessed that Debbie got her massive titties from her Dad’s side of the family, since her Mom had normal size titties.

“Oh? What about her? I can’t even remember her name.” I replied.

“Debbie calls her Randy. You wanna know why?” she giggled, then not waiting for me to answer. The mistress daughter was gone, and the teenage daughter was back, “‘cause she’s horny all the time and Randy means horny.”

“Oh!” I swallowed hard, not liking where this conversation was going. Was everyone in the web these naughty cheerleaders weave?

Miss blurted out her story barely taking a breath, “Debbie’s in charge of her, just like I’m in charge of you. She makes Randy wear metal panties that lock. She said it’s called a chastity belt. Then Debbie took it off and she let me spank Randy’s cunny. She was so horny she came while I spanked her, even though she wasn’t allowed...”

My brain had a hard time keeping up with my excited teen daughter’s story. The throbbing of my nipples and clit didn’t help. I knew why she wanted to tell me about this part of her day. Debbie was in charge of her submissive Mom and now Miss was in charge of hers ... Me!

She reached the end of her story.

“And so, I was thinking,” she paused.

“Thinking what, Miss?” I asked innocently, not liking where this was going at all.

“Maybe...” she continued, “you should wear a chastity belt.”

“Oh!” my clit throbbed.

“Not as punishment. You’ve been good so far. But to help you, so you won’t be tempted.”

“I ... I don’t know...”

“I saw you touching yourself while you were spanking my clitty. Are you sure you didn’t cum?”

“I ... I’m sure, Baby ... I wanted to, but I didn’t ... B ... because you said no.”

SLAP!

“Call me Miss, not Baby!” she said slapping my thigh, “I’m not a fucking baby anymore.”

“Y ... you’re certainly not ... I’m sorry, Miss.”

“I’m not sure you can control yourself while I’m not here.”

“I ... I can, Miss. I’ll be good. I promise.”

The teenager faded away, but this wasn’t the mistress I was talking to. She was sounding like ... like a Mom! She stroked the thigh that she just slapped.

“I think you want to be good. But I know what it’s like to want something so bad, but not be allowed. And then get punished for doing it anyway.”

With that I thought that I learned something about her day yesterday. Did she cum without permission?

I needed to change the direction of this conversation. My brain scrambled to think of the downside of this chastity belt idea. I didn’t know much about them, being the conservative mom I used to be. All that came into mind were some medieval bulky metal belts with big locks.

“I ... I don’t think I could wear the clothes Ms. Connor bought for me without a chastity belt showing.” I offered.

“Debbie’s Mom wears loose clothes ... Hmmm...” she replied, “Let’s say I don’t care if everyone sees it.”

“OH!” was all I could manage.

Oh my God! She wouldn’t ... She couldn’t make me walk around with everyone knowing I was in a chastity belt! Dressing like a total slut wasn’t enough? I thought about sitting out at a football game, watching the cheerleaders. Randy next to me in her conservative clothes, her horny pussy locked up. She looked like a conservative Mom. Nothing to see here. Then a picture of me popped into my head. My dress was so tight, my braless tits and nipples were on full display. It was so short my naked butt was on the bench. My hands were in my lap trying, but failing, to conceal the bulky chastity belt I had on. My heels so high that my thighs were off the bench, allowing those sitting below me a full view of my naked ass with the metal belt between my things.

My clit quivered.

“We’re just talking here,” she said, “relax. I don’t want you arrested.”

I was still talking to the Mom version of my daughter. I was the panicking teen girl, worried what my friends would think if I had the wrong sneakers on.