“Brilliant,” Miranda said, “that’s even more devious than I could have come up with.”
“Why thank you,” Ellie replied, basking in the glow of her latest conquest.
Miranda added, “Actually I think I can raise the humiliation a notch or two.”
“Go on,” Ellie said.
“Let’s have Curtis fuck her and then she can walk down the aisle with his cum leaking out of her cunt,” Miranda suggested.
“Or maybe her ass,” Mom suggested.
“Please no,” Brittany gasped as nuances of her humiliation were discussed as if she weren’t even here.
“Do you want that video going viral, slut?” Ellie hissed, her tone clearly don’t-you-dare-fuck-with-me.
“S-s-sorry, Mistress,” Brittany stammered, petrified by Ellie’s threat.
“Pussy or ass, pussy or ass?” Ellie asked, all sing-song.
Miranda hiked up her dress, sat down on a couch and spread her legs, “Crawl to me, bride slut.”
Brittany’s face was burning beet red with blotches of humiliation and anger as she slowly obeyed the order, crawling awkwardly in her long dress.
As the humiliated but obedient bride reached Miranda’s feet, Miranda slipped out of her heels and raised a stocking-clad foot and placed it in Brittany’s mouth. Brittany began tentatively sucking on Miranda’s toes as Ellie turned to Mom, “So now to collect my prize.”
Mom blushed but said, “Not so fast, Ellie.”
“Not playing hard to submit, are we?” Ellie cautioned.
“Not exactly, but I need to make something clear,” Mom said, sounding much stronger than I knew she really felt.
“You do, do you?” Ellie said, trying to keep control of the situation, doing her best to project without needing to say so, that any choices my Mom might face from here on out were Ellie’s to decide.
“Yes…I…do,” Mom replied, stressing each word, fighting through the inner turmoil she was feeling.
“Well, I’m all ears,” Ellie replied.
“I am prepared to leave Ted and move in with you, Mistress,” Mom began.
Even Ellie was surprised by this news. She stammered, “Y-y-you are? y-y-you will?”
“Yes, I have always loved you Ellie,” Mom admitted, moving to Ellie, grasping her shoulders and looking her straight in the eye. “I’ve always needed you.”
Ellie was flushed now. “I can’t believe it.”
Mom kissed Ellie tenderly, my own cock begging for attention.
Interrupting the intimate moment, Miranda ordered, “Beg to eat my pussy, Brittany.”
“Oh please don’t make me do this,” Brittany pleaded.
Ellie interrupted back, saying, “Slut Brittany, since you don’t seem to listen well, you’ve just answered the pussy or ass question. Curtis, go fuck the bride-to-be in the ass.”
Horny as hell, but also intrigued by the power play between Mom and Ellie, which I knew wasn’t yet over, I was torn.
However, Brittany’s power play was definitely over, she was now thoroughly intimidated and she begged Miranda, “Can I please lick your pussy Miranda?”
“On your wedding day?” Miranda twisted the knife.
“Yes,” Brittany admitted, her face red with shame.
“Say it.”
“May I please lick your hot, wet pussy on my wedding day, Mistress Miranda?”
“Lick away, slut,” Miranda ordered.