| Through the Looking Glass This is one of my first stories submitted, so I'm going to keep part one short because I'd like to get feedback on how I'm doing and if I should continue. Monica had always seemed to prefer the company of girls younger than her eighteen years, much younger. At first her mother simply wrote it off as her being "good with kids", but as time drew on it would begin to become concerning. Today when she came through the door from school, she would be holding the hand of a pretty little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes who seemed to be afraid of her own shadow. She introduced this young girl of no more than twelve as Sarah, and proceeded to walk with Sarah to her room. Monica's mother would simply resume cleaning the house, as she'd been doing when the girls had come in. The living room and kitchen were for the most part finished, so she would move on to cleaning her own room. The bed was quickly made, her floor cleared and vacuumed. Then she would move on to dusting her computer, moving the mouse to see if the fossil of a machine was still on. She would be surprised to see that the feed to her daughter's webcam was still up, remembering last night when Monica had used her computer to try and teach her mother how to video chat. She hadn't paid it much mind then, but now her mother had a completely unobstructed view of Monica and Sarah and what they were doing... What she was about to witness that day would shock her, but she would be unable to look away as the duster clattered to the floor and she took a seat in the nearby chair. ---------------------------------------------------- Monica would be completely naked, secured to her bedposts with leather cuffs, little Sarah sitting atop her with wicked, sexy smile on her cute little face. She seemed so sure of her self, so in control... It was a complete transformation from the shy young thing who had walked through the door only moments before. Monica's body was certainly struggling against the restraints, but the look in her eyes seemed to show that she was in heaven being ordered about by this child. "Who do you belong to?" The question would drip seductively from Sarah's lips, the child reaching down to firmly pinch one of Monica's nipples. The teen would gasp and arch her back, looking at her little mistress with defiance in her eyes and a wicked smirk of her own. "Me." She would state plainly, her insides quivering at the flash of rage that crossed Sarah's face. Scooting further down, Sarah would put a couple pillows under Monica's back so that her rear would rise up enough for her to raise her hand and CRACK it across the firm and pretty flesh of Monica's ass. She was surprisingly strong for one so young, and before long she would riddle Monica's ass with little red handprints and leave the teenager in tears. Moving up and leaning in close, Sarah would look into Monica's eyes and ask her question once again in a calm but firm tone. "Who do you belong to?" "You, Mistress Sarah." |