At five o’clock on Friday evening, Marla returned home from work, driving in her daughter Jade’s car. She was feeling tired after the long work day. Fortunately, Bill hadn’t chewed her out too badly for almost failing to deliver his documents on time due to her car accident. Still she could tell that despite Rose’s intervention, she was still on shaky ground at work.
The situation at the office wasn’t helped by the fact that she had spent all of Friday even more distracted than she had been on the previous day. Visions of the previous afternoon — of Rose dominating her on the bed — danced in her head almost constantly. She’d been so turned on that she’d thought about masturbating in the bathroom at work, or worse, pulling Jade’s car over in a secluded area to take care of herself. What kind of person thinks about doing that?
Marla hoped that the weekend would be a nice reset for her to think things through, but a big part of her longed for more private time with Rose. Her ex-husband Bill had never fucked her like that, much less cared about her orgasm. But it was beyond bizarre that Bill’s sister was the one who was consuming her every waking minute.
When Marla got into the house, Jade and Rose were sitting at the kitchen table, laughing about some joke Rose had made about the neurotic, wealthy residents of the neighborhood.
“Hi Mom, how was your day?” said Jade.
“Marla, you’re looking fabulous!” said Rose. “I see you chose another one of those dresses we picked out!”
Marla looked down — she had forgotten how she was dressed, though at least two people at work had complimented her. She had covered her big belly with a sundress that had a wavy green pattern, along with some gold earrings and a well-done face of makeup. “Oh, m-Rose, you’re so sweet! Thank you again for the dress!”
Rose waved her hand. “Honey, people should pay you to look so good!”
Jade laughed. “It’s true, Mom, it looks really good. Hey, I’m not working tonight, so I asked Kenzie and Abby if they wanted to hang out — we’re going to go see a movie.”
“Just us two old gals tonight!” Rose said brightly.
Marla froze in a combination of excitement and nerves. “Oh, uh, that sounds great, honey! Just don’t be out too late!”
“Why not, it’s Friday?”
Marla shrugged. “Well, you are an adult. Stay as late as you want, just make good choices!”
Jade rolled her eyes. “I’ll be home late, we’re going to Abby’s after.”
Marla nodded. “Are you staying for dinner?”
“I’m making my famous casserole!” said Rose. “And, before you worry, I’m not just a better lawyer than your ex-husband, I’m a much better cook.”
Marla laughed at that, but she kept a wary eye on Rose, looking for any hint of the secret they shared. Rose had a brilliant poker face, because Marla got no sign of it.
Marla walked to her room and set her purse down. With her daughter out of the house, she and Rose would be alone again. Rose had said yesterday that they would discuss the — whatever — between them at a later day. Technically, today was a later day. But maybe she didn’t mean that?
Marla sat on the bed and ran her fingers through her brown curls. Though she was still confused about what all this meant, the strongest feeling in her body was that she needed more of what Rose had to offer. She needed Rose to take her, to dominate her, to fuck her. Marla had never had this kind of experience before, certainly never with a woman, and she had to explore it.
Marla decided that if the possibility was there, she had to prepare for it. She went into the bathroom and pulled off her dress, then stripped off her bra and panties and gazed at her enormous body. Unlike most people Marla knew, Rose apparently delighted in her ex-sister-in-law’s endless rolls of fat, so that wouldn’t be an issue. Her makeup was still pretty good, but Marla removed some items from her purse and touched it up.
She then pulled up her belly fat and examined her lower regions. Her mound was hairy, and Rose had mentioned that it was a bit thick. There, that was something that could make her happy. Marla went into the cabinet under the sink and found a small electric razor. She sat on the edge of the bathtub and began to shear away the brown hairs, letting them fall into the enormous tub. As the razor vibrated, she thought about putting the plastic end against her clit, but shrugged it off — it would more likely just make her more frustrated. She rubbed a bit of skin cream onto her mound, then replaced the razor and pulled up her wide panties. She returned the sundress to her body, then went back out to rejoin her daughter and ex-sister-in-law.
Rose lived up to her promise: the casserole was a delicious medley of chicken, cheese, and vegetables. Marla couldn’t help herself, going back for seconds and then another half-serving after that. They sat at the table on Rose’s back patio, with a bottle of red wine shared between Rose and Marla.
“Jade was such an incredible help today,” said Rose. “She did the lawn for me in the morning, and helped me with some cleaning this afternoon.”
Marla smiled at her daughter. “Good for you, honey — I’m glad you’ve got a way to help us earn our keep!”
Jade grinned. “I missed a few spots in the front lawn, but Aunt Rose didn’t beat me up too badly.”
“Rose, that applies to me, too,” said Marla. “If there’s anything I can do around the house — cooking, cleaning, all of the above — please let me help you out, it’s the least I can do.”
Rose put a hand on her cheek. “Oh, I’m sure I can think of something.” She looked at her watch. “Oh wow, look at the time — Jade, you don’t want to miss the movie!”
Jade stood up quickly and pulled out her phone, “Oh God, thanks for seeing that, I gotta go!” She walked to her mom and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, then went to Rose and gave her another. “See you guys in the morning, unless you stay up really late!”
“Oh, I think we’ll be in bed before you get home,” said Rose. “Have a great time!”
“See you later, honey!” said Marla, as her daughter strode to the garage.
“I think it’s safe to say you loved the food, Marla!” said Rose.
Marla looked at her. “Oh, yes, it was lovely — you’re a woman of many talents!”
Rose smirked. “Thank you! Now, I think I’ll take you up on your offer — why don’t you clean up the dishes for us?”
Marla nodded and quickly squeezed out of her chair and got to her feet. She took the plates from the table and brought them to the kitchen. She scooped the leftovers into a container, quickly washed the pans and utensils in the sink, and put the plates in the dishwasher.
Rose came in as well, bringing the bottle of wine. “I would love some ice cream right now, would you like some?”
Marla blinked. Now that they were alone, she didn’t know what to expect. “Oh, um, yes, that would hit the spot!”
“Great, I have some chocolate fudge here with your name on it!”
Soon, the two women were in the living room. Rose was eating a generous helping of pistachio and sitting in an easy chair, while Marla was sitting on the couch, her gigantic hips pushing her sundress to the sides, eating an even larger bowl of chocolate fudge. The TV was on — some rom-com that had never gotten much attention. If someone had asked Marla about the plot and characters, she wouldn’t have had a clue. She frequently stole glances in Rose’s direction, and her mind was on the blonde woman the entire time.
“So…” said Rose, when she had finished her ice cream, “What should we do with the rest of the evening?”
Marla swallowed one last spoonful of ice cream before setting her bowl on the coffee table. “Oh, um…well, it’s my first weekend at your house, so maybe you should get to pick…”
“Hmm, maybe I should, but I’m interested in what you’re feeling up to. I took the day off, after all, and you had to slave away at work all day.”
“Oh, um, I…” stammered Marla. “Maybe we could talk about…you know…”
Rose looked at her intently. “I’m not sure that I do, so I’d like you to say what you mean.”
“You know, what…what happened yesterday.”
Rose said nothing, looking at her expectantly.
“You know, after we…” – Marla’s voice dropped to a whisper – “had sex, you said we could talk about what we’re doing, you know, at a later time.”
Rose raised an eyebrow. “It’s not that much later, honey. Are you sure you’ve had enough time to think?”
Marla nodded. “Rose, it’s the only thing I’ve thought about since! About you taking care of me, about you telling me what to do, about you doing things to me.”
“Well, then,” said Rose, “I suppose that’s something. But I’m still not sure you know what you’re getting into.”
Marla leaned forward on the couch. “I’m not sure, either! But…well, Rose, I think sometimes, even if you don’t know everything, you have to try anyway! I didn’t know what I was getting into when I had Jade, but she’s become an incredible young woman, and it’s been a joy to raise her! I wasn’t sure about trusting you, but you’ve been nothing but good to us!”
Marla was gesturing with her hands at this point. “And I don’t know what it is I’m going to have to do, or give, for you, but I’m being honest with myself. I’m forty-two years old, I’m divorced from your brother, I’m fat as a blob, and you didn’t reject any of those things about me! You showed me a side of myself that excites me. Rose, you excite me! You’re like a goddess, and I’m just, like, a regular person. I’ll play by your rules, as long as you keep showing me this new side!”
“Wow,” said Rose, “that was quite a speech. Did you practice?”
Marla frowned. “Oh God, did I say something wrong?”
Rose shook her head and smiled. “The opposite, honey. I’m excited to be around you, too, and I’m flattered that you think I’m such a goddess. And as I said yesterday, I’d love for us to come to an arrangement.” She ran a hand through her blonde locks. “But…”
Marla was playing with her fingernails nervously. “But what?”
Rose sighed. “Marla, what I want is not normal. I’m not a normal lover by any means. I’ve never been monogamous, I’ve never really been the “settling down” type, and as you saw yesterday, I take power in my relationships. Sometimes, radical power. I really don’t know if you’re entirely ready for that.”
“I don’t know either,” Marla admitted, “But I’m ready enough, I swear! I’m willing to accept whatever terms it is, I’ll do whatever it takes. Like I said, I’m getting into middle-age — when’s the next time something like this will come around?”
Rose chuckled. “All right, Marla, let’s talk.” She got up from her armchair and sat down on the couch with Marla. She held the fatter woman’s hand, and gazed at her. “First, a couple of disclaimers. Whatever else happens between us, you are welcome to continue staying in my house as long as you need to. I won’t hold that over your head. That goes for Jade, as well, of course.”
“Thank you.”
“Now, I’ve entered into arrangements like this in the past,” continued Rose, “but you’re special, Marla. I think I could do things a little differently — a little more excitingly — with you.”
Marla blushed. “Oh, um, thank you! Exciting sounds good!”
Rose nodded. “Good. Marla — and I don’t mean this in a bad way — you’re the type of person who thrives on being cared for, taken care of, and generally given direction, do you think that’s right?”
Marla tilted her head. “I, well, okay, yes, that’s true. I haven’t enjoyed being on my own — apart from Jade, of course, if I’m being honest with you, Rose.”
“It’s okay. And because of that, I foresee us having something a little deeper than just a kinky-friends-with-benefits kind of deal.”
“But we do get the benefits, right?” said Marla cheekily.
“Of course we do, I’m counting on it,” said Rose. “But in addition, I’m going to continue helping you navigate your life, and you’ll take my direction. If you agree to this arrangement, we’ll work our way toward me having more control. I’ll tell you generally what to wear, what to buy, occasionally what to eat, and, to some extent, what to do with your free time. You’d still have some independent free time, honey, but this relationship would be full-time, do you understand? From start to finish, I’m at the wheel.”
That sounded a little intimidating to Marla, but she had come to trust Rose completely, and she was actually feeling relaxed and a little horny at the prospect of giving up all this control. “Yes, I think I understand. But what about Jade? Wouldn’t she notice?”
“Maybe she’ll notice a subtle change, but I’ve already been taking care of you, and she hasn’t said anything. She doesn’t need to know.”
“Okay,” swallowed Marla, “I can agree to that. I trust you, Rose.”
“Wonderful, honey,” said Rose. “Now, this next bit is a leap as well, but you’re doing great so far. Do you remember the rules I told you in my suite?”
Marla nodded. She didn’t remember all the details, but she understood the basic principle. “I think so.”
“Good,” said Rose. “Whenever the two of us are alone, those rules extend to the entire house, and other private places that we might go.”
“Oh, the whole house? Other places?”
“Yes, Marla. Obviously, there are some exceptions to the rules. You may touch the common area items as you like in the kitchen, living room, et cetera. You may enjoy the pool and hot tub, but you must ask me first. You must continue not to enter my suite without my permission.”
“It’s a little kinky, but I’ll do it. I’ll try.”
“I’m sure you will. The other rules do apply, however. When we are alone, you will call me Ma’am, or Mistress. You will be honest with me. You will not ask useless questions. You will obey my instructions whenever we are in the house. You will be punished if you disobey. No buts.”
Marla swallowed hard, and rubbed her still ever-so-slightly sore ass with one hand. “Oh God. Um, okay, Ma’am, I mean, yes, Ma’am.”
Rose’s eyes narrowed. “Marla, once we start this, I will keep track of every time you break the rules.”
“Yes, Ma’am. I will try not to break the rules.”
“I know you will, honey, but sometimes you still will. And here’s the next general rule: me and my pleasure are at the top of the pyramid. When we are alone together, unless you are busy doing something else, you will serve to help me feel pleasure. And in return, I will give you pleasure, but it is up to me how I do so. You will be my submissive. At times, you will be like a sex slave to me.”
Marla breathed deeply. All this talk of pleasure was getting her feeling wet between her legs, and the word “sex slave” was shockingly thrilling. “Yes, Ma’am, I will serve. I want to give you pleasure, so badly.”
“I love hearing you say that. But it won’t always be immediately pleasurable for you. I will need you to step outside your comfort zone, to do things and have things done to you that may feel strange, or intimidating. I will need you to obey anyway, trusting that I am taking care of you. I will not hurt you, not too badly, anyway, but you may not always feel comfortable. I will take it in stages, so that you can adjust.”
“Oh-okay, yes, Ma’am. This is all so new to me, but I want to explore this, I want you to do what you want to me.”
“Good. I do not want to have to end our arrangement, and I won’t have to as long as you are obedient.”
Nothing sounded worse to Marla in this moment. “You won’t have to, Ma’am! I will try my best to obey!”
Rose kissed Marla’s head. “There’s one more thing, my sweet Marla. As you know, I am a woman who knows what she wants and gets it. I want you very much, but that does not mean I will not want other people from time to time. This is not a monogamous relationship, and this is an arrangement we do not enter into lightly. I do as I please, you do as you are told.”
Marla bit her lip. She wanted all of Rose, but Rose didn’t say things like this idly. If those were the terms, so be it. “I…I understand, Ma’am.”
“In addition to that…” Rose paused, thinking. “Actually, we’ll talk about that later. But I’m very much looking forward to expanding your horizons.”
Marla nodded enthusiastically. “I’m so excited, Ma’am…Mistress!”
Rose smiled. “As am I, honey! Now, give me a kiss to seal the deal.”
Marla eagerly offered her lips, and Rose kissed her long and passionately, her tongue exploring between the big woman’s lips. Marla felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes — she had been lonely for so long, and now she was a bona fide submissive to the most incredible woman she’d ever met.
Rose broke the kiss. “All right, Marla, our arrangement begins now. You now belong to me.”
“I belong to you,” Marla echoed. “What would you like me to do, Ma’am?”
Rose cocked her head. “As I showed you last night, I adore the sight of your naked body. Take off your clothes.”
Marla did it early, standing up and pulling her dress off, then posing, arms at her sides, towards Rose.
Rose clicked her tongue. “Marla, I was hoping you’d be off to a better start, but perhaps you just misunderstood. When I say your clothes, I mean everything but your jewelry.”
Marla blushed. She reached back and unhooked her big bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. She then bent down and pulled off her lime green panties — a duplicate of the same pair she’d worn yesterday. She’d gotten them in a package of five.
Rose whistled. “I still can’t believe how gorgeous you are, Marla. How did I end up with such a hot momma as my submissive?”
Marla turned even redder. She didn’t feel like she resembled anyone’s version of a sex slave. Her legs were flabby and riddled with cellulite. Her hips were at least as wide as two average women. Her belly formed rolls that hung down over her pussy, and her breasts looked like they had been poured out of a canned pastry jar. She knew she had a youthful-looking face, but it was somewhat mitigated by her thick double chin. And then there was her ass — so big and round that she could scarcely fit into a car seat, much less a seat on a plane.
“I’m setting a new rule, Marla,” said Rose. “Sex slaves don’t get to wear clothes. Whenever Jade is not around, you are to only wear clothing on this property with my express permission. That includes when you are alone in your own bedroom, to which I will have 24/7 access. You may not cover yourself to me in any way, unless I tell you to.”
Marla gulped. Rose must really love her body, or humiliating her, and both prospects made her wet. “If that’s what you want, Ma’am, I’ll do it, but…can I ask…”
“You can.”
“Well, what if I have to go outside for something and the neighbors see? What about windows, and delivery people, and, so, what if Jade comes home and I’m not expecting it?”
Rose tilted her head. “That’s a fair question. For the first part, let me put you at ease. My neighbors are reasonable people, I have a great relationship with them. If they were concerned, they would call me first. For delivery people — at least, delivery people I don’t know — and Jade, you may keep a robe on hand to throw on quickly if you need to. But you should understand, Marla, that it’s not at all unlikely that one of my friends will see you naked at some point.”
“Oh…oh God…okay, Mistress,” stammered Marla.
“There’s that response that I don’t like again, ‘okay,’ I believe I told you that. I will remember that.”
“Yes Ma’am, sorry, Ma’am!”
“I noticed you trimmed your cunt hair, Marla, well done. But it’s not quite as clean as I’d like — I want you baby smooth from your head down. I don’t have a strong aesthetic preference for it, you see, but lacking hair leaves you even more naked than naked.”
“Yes, Ma’am…it’s a little hard for me to reach, but I can shave it all!”
“I think I will probably have you waxed from time to time. And it should go without saying, but keep yourself well-groomed: shower or bathe frequently, and keep up your regular makeup habits — you’re very fucking good at it.” At Rose’s last comment, Marla beamed proudly.
“Now, let me see…what else do I need to tell you…ah, yes. I want to keep your cell phone close at hand at all times. If I want to reach you while one of us is not at home, I must be able to do so, and you must respond quickly.”
Easy enough. “Of course, Ma’am!” At the moment, Marla’s phone was sitting on the table, well within reach.
“Good, honey,” said Rose.” I will continue to introduce rules when I need to, but for now, I think it’s time to start with a little training…a little…fun.”
Marla perked up, as did her nipples. “Yes, Mistress, please train me!”
Rose smiled. “You’re so eager, it’s adorable. Now, you said you’ve never been with a woman before?”
“No, Ma’am, you are my first.”
“Well, in that case this may take some work,” said Rose. “If you’re going to serve me, you’ll need to know how. Have you ever had your pussy eaten?”
Marla blushed. “Yes, but only a few times, that was many years ago. Alan didn’t like it. Ma’am.”
“My brother is a cunt, though I guess he refused to dine on them,” Rose said. “Looks like I have my work cut out for me. Then again, Marla, we both know you love to eat!”
Marla nodded — if she had a claim to fame, that was one. “Yes, Ma’am, I certainly do!”
“Move the coffee table, Marla.”
Marla stood up, releasing her hand from Rose’s grasp, and bent down to push the coffee table across the carpet, giving Rose a good look at her ass. She turned around, folded her hands at her belly, and waited for instructions.
“Now, get down on all fours.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Marla knelt down — with some difficulty, given her massive weight — and walked her hands forward, until she was on her hands and knees on the carpet, gazing up at her mistress.
Rose unbuttoned her shorts, lifted her legs up, and stripped. Between Rose’s fleshy thighs, Marla could get her first good view of the blonde woman’s pussy, which lay beneath a light fuzz of blonde hair.
“I know this is your first time, Marla, so I don’t expect miracles, but I do expect you to do your best, and listen to instructions.”
“Yes, Mistress, I’ll do my best!”
“I hope so — there can be rewards or punishments, depending on your performance. I assume you have sucked cock before?”
Marla nodded. “Yes, Ma’am, many times.” Alan may not have been generous with oral, but he had frequently asked for it, and she had performed dutifully.
“It’s a different technique, but in both cases, enthusiasm can go a long way. You know where the clit is — focus your attention on it, but don’t completely neglect the pussy. It’s mostly in your tongue, but your lips may also come in handy if you have the talent. Did you get all that?”
Marla nodded — it was a lot, but she had gotten the gist, and she was getting wetter at the thought of it. “Yes, Mistress, I think so!”
Rose nodded. “Then let’s give this a try.” She shifted her weight forward and spread her legs wide. Marla crawled forward and put her face between Rose’s big thighs. She had gotten a whiff of Rose’s pussy when Rose was fucking her the day before, but now it was much stronger. Marla’s mouth was wet, and she decided that the best thing to do would be to have at it. Marla pressed her tongue forward and began to lap hungrily.
Rose sighed, and didn’t say anything for a few moments. But when Marla’s tongue began to stray, she said sharply, “That’s my urethra, Marla, I need you to find the clit again!”
“Thorry, isthith,” Marla said indistinctly, trying to speak while her tongue was still working.
Rose frowned. Marla clearly hadn’t remembered what had worked on her, or Alan had been a lousy licker. “Make circles with your tongue, Marla, it’s not just up and down!” She gripped a handful of Marla’s curls and pulled her fat submissive forward.
“Oww…yeth, isthith!” Marla frantically tried to make circles with her tongue, then remembered what Rose had said about the pussy, so she lapped at that too. But she was becoming self-conscious, and her technique was becoming frantic. Her enthusiasm was there, but it was a whole new experience for her.
Rose sighed. Marla was headed in the right direction, but she wouldn’t get there any time soon. After four more minutes, she had to put her foot down. She pushed her fat slave’s head backward. “Marla, honey, while I appreciate your enthusiasm, you still have very far to go.”
Marla hung her head. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I’m just…nervous, and I’ve never done this before.”
“I know. I’ll give you points for gusto, but as I said, there will be punishment as well, to help reinforce your desire for correction.”
“Oh-oka-yes, Mistress!”
“Hmm…almost a good catch. But now I have something else in mind. Stand up. I’m going to show you something new.”
Marla obeyed, excited. “What are you going to show me?”
Rose collected her shorts, as well as Marla’s dress and underwear, and placed them in Marla’s hands. “Marla, tsk tsk, that was a boring question and you failed to properly address me.”
“Sorry, Ma’am!”
“You will find out what it is when you see it, my fat slut. Now, go down to my suite.”
Marla carried the clothing with her as she went to the hallway, with Rose right behind her. She glanced around nervously at the windows, knowing that anyone somehow looking in would get a full view of her naked body. They reached Rose’s door and Marla stopped against the wall, allowing Rose to unlock the door.
“You may enter, Marla. I will remind you once not to touch anything that belongs to me.” The two women entered the lounge/office room, and Marla took the clothing. “Now, go into the bathroom and stand very still and wait for me.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Marla waddled into the big bathroom. Rose hadn’t specified where she should stand, so Marla walked roughly to the middle of the bathroom and faced away from the door and into the shower. There were two towels hanging up — was Rose going to allow her to shower in there? One of them was crumpled, so Marla glanced back to make sure Rose wasn’t there, and adjusted it. She glanced down, and noticed a few light brown hairs around the shower drain. She had assumed her Mistress was a natural blonde, but maybe it was dyed after all?
After a few minutes, Rose entered the bathroom. Marla turned around to glance back at her, She had switched out her outfit entirely and stunned Marla with another sexy piece of lingerie. Marla recognized it as a “teddy,” similar to a one-piece swimsuit, but this one was made of black latex and had long sleeves. There were zippers at the crotch and chest, and Rose had pulled down the top zipper to display an ample amount of cleavage.
“Marla, my instructions were not only to stand, but to stand very still,” Rose said, glaring at her. “We’re adding that to the list.”
“Oh, crap, I’m sorry!” Marla, ashamed, put her arms around her breasts.
“And now you’ve forgotten to address me properly and you’ve just tried to cover up — put your arms at your sides immediately!” said Rose. “It’s clear that you need some more reinforcement to understand what this arrangement means.”
“Yes Ma’am, thank you, Ma’am.”
“Turn and face the mirror.”
Marla did so. The mirror, like the countertop under it, was a long one that ran most of the length of the bathroom. Next to the statuesque, dominatrix-like form of Rose, Marla felt her reflection looked like a doll had half-melted.
Rose stepped just behind Marla and made eye contact with her in the mirror. The blonde woman showed up a thick, black marker and uncapped it. “You are mine, aren’t you, Marla? You weren’t just saying that because you were horny, you are willing to give yourself to me? I can always let you have your old life back if you fail to commit.”
Marla nodded, worry clouding her face. “Yes Mistress, I’m yours! I’m giving myself to you, I want this!”
“Good. Now I’m going to mark you as my own — not permanently, not yet, this will wash off with soap — but I’m going to do it visually so that you can fully accept what you’re giving up.” Rose put her arm and hand, still holding the marker, around Marla, and write the initials RH in tiny letters on her slave’s right breast, then on her left. “Whose tits are these?”
“My tits…I mean, they are yours, Mistress!”
“That’s right, your big, sexy, cow udders are mine. Whose enormous, fat pork belly is this?” She added the initials in large print just above Marla’s naval.
“It’s your belly…Mistress.” Marla was trying not to shudder — she was shocked at how hot the humiliation was getting her. “Your…your enormous, fat, pork belly.”
“So good, honey, you’re absolutely right.” Rose scrawled her initials on Marla’s right shoulder, then her left. “These big, flabby arms and those soft hands with the sausage fingers?”
“My flabby arms and my hands and fingers are yours, Mistress!” There were tears forming at Marla’s eyes — she wasn’t sure if it was from the degradation, the feeling of being desired, or just sheer horniness.
Rose drew a big RH on Marla’s back. “The rolls of this back?”
“Your back, Mistress!”
Rose held the marker to Marla’s face and wrote her initials on the woman’s chubby left cheek. Then she put the back end of the marker to Marla’s lips. Marla hesitated, confused, then opened her mouth. Rose pushed the marker back and forth in her mouth several times. Marla wrinkled her nose at the smell. “Whose beautiful round face, with that hungry mouth and big tongue, is this?” Rose asked, as she removed the marker.
“It’s your face, Mistress. My mouth and tongue will serve you!”
“Awkwardly phrased, as they’re both mine, but true enough.” Rose bent down and wrote her initials on the front of each of Marla’s thighs. “Such massive, meaty thunder thighs, covered in stretch marks and cellulite…”
“They’re yours, Mistress! Your legs!”
“They certainly are, my pet.” Rose moved the marker upward and drew on Marla’s pussy mound. “And this, especially, this hungry pussy and clit, this whole needy cunt, that’s mine too, isn’t it!” She slipped a finger into Marla’s slit. “God, it’s so wet!”
Marla nodded emphatically. “Yes, Mistress, it’s your pussy, please do with it whatever you want!”
Rose stepped back behind Marla and squatted down, and Marla felt her mistress draw two enormous letters: R on her left buttock, and H on her right. “And last but not least, this astronomical ass, this bodacious bottom, these two quivering cheeks of fat and the place in between them, is mine to do with as I please, isn’t it?”
Marla gulped. She still had a level of fear of what Rose would do with her ass, but it was a package deal. “Y-yes, Mistress. It’s your butt, to do what you want with.” She added, nervously, “Please go easy on me, though.”
Rose laughed and kissed Marla on the cheek. “Oh, Marla, that’s so adorable, it’s almost endearing, that you would think you have any say in the matter. It’s the cutest thing I’ll have to punish you for. Also, you don’t have a butt, you have an ass, or rather, I do.” She recapped the marker and hugged Marla tightly. “Now, let’s get up to some real trouble. But wait a second, stay perfectly still, I need to pee.” Rose unzipped her teddy all the way from the top of her crotch to her ass, and sat down on the toilet.
“Mistress,” said Marla, “may I, um, also, use the toilet to pee?”
Rose finished peeing, wiped herself, flushed, and rezipped herself before answering Marla’s question. “Good question, Marla. In fact, you may not. You are my slave at the moment, and your slave ass — which, technically, is my ass — will not touch the seat of my toilet.”
“Oh, okay…I’m just…Mistress, I do need to pee soon…”
Rose smiled. “Don’t worry, my pet, I will show you where slaves are allowed to piss. Come with me.” Rose led Marla out of the bathroom and into the lounge. She picked up her set of keys from her desk and went to the door to the right of the entryway. Marla gulped — it was the only room she hadn’t seen yet. Rose unlocked the door and pulled it open, then flipped a light switch.
To Marla’s surprise, there was a stairway leading downward. “Rose said there were locked rooms in the basement — does this secret stair lead down there?”
Rose beckoned to the stairs. “Down you go, honey. The door at the bottom is locked, so wait for me.”
Marla obliged, carefully stepping through the doorway and down the stairs, which curved to the right in a spiral. She used a railing to support herself as her jiggling legs made the journey. At the bottom, there was a landing, and another door in front of it. She folded her fingers together in front of her belly and stepped to the side.
Rose had to squeeze past Marla, the latex of her teddy rubbing against the larger woman’s massive belly. She placed the key in the door, but then turned around and faced Marla. “This room is very special to me, Marla, and it will be very special to you, as well. But I don’t want to introduce it to you all at once.” She held up a blindfold and put it around Marla’s eyes. Marla had felt naked and exposed before, but now the feeling was even more pronounced. She was utterly under Rose’s control.
Marla heard the door unlock, and Rose pulled her gently forward, by the hand. The blindfold was high-quality: Marla couldn’t see anything, or even tell if the light was on. The room was fairly cold, causing Marla to shiver as her body adjusted. The floor felt like concrete, but at one point her foot rubbed against something that felt like a foam floor mat. She felt Rose stop, then place her hands on Marla’s big tits, squeezing them and fiddling with the nipples. Rose’s lips met hers, and Marla eagerly opened for her tongue.
“You said you needed to pee, honey?” asked Rose.
“Mmhmm.”
“God, Marla, you’re not gagged, answer the question properly!”
“Sorry Ma’am, yes, I do need to pee!” The need was unfortunately distracting Marla from the heat in her pussy.
“Well, it won’t do to have you making a mess. Come over here.” Rose led her by the hand, then stopped her. “Careful not to bump yourself, you’re in the corner of the room. There is a drain underneath you.”
Marla’s eyes widened under the blindfold. “You want me to…pee? On the floor?”
“In the drain, my silly whore. It’s plenty wide. You may squat down and feel for it with your hands. Don’t get any on the floor.”
Marla gulped and slowly squatted down. With her size, squatting was incredibly difficult, and she had to lean against the wall to do it. She reached under herself and felt for the drain — fortunately, it was indeed a wide, round grate. She breathed in deeply and tried to push. It took a while to release — she couldn’t remember ever pissing in front of anyone before, much less in a floor drain — but eventually, she was able to produce a stream. It sounded like it had all made it into the drain, but it was had to be certain. As she finished, Marla felt Rose’s hand rub a tissue down on her urethra, wiping it clean.
“Good girl, though that took longer than I would have liked,” said Rose. “Stand up, and come over here.” Marla didn’t know where “here” was, but Rose guided the big woman with her hands, until Marla bumped softly into what felt like a bench.
“There is a platform in front of you. Bend over for me.”
Marla was getting excited again — the last time Rose had told her to bend over, she had gotten the ride of her life. “Yes, Mistress!” She slowly, carefully reached out her hands, feeling the object in front of her. It was long and fairly soft, not like a bed, more like a plush kitchen chair, and was bumpy, like it was made out of several smaller sections. She bent down over it, letting her belly spill to the sides as her body came down, and her head bumped into something hard. “Ow!”
“Oops, let me get that,” said Rose. Marla heard something move, then Rose tapped on her head, and Marla lowered it back down. She realized that there was a gap in the bench where her breasts met it, causing them to hang down, with the next section under the upper part of her chest. Her chin bumped into another section that was blessedly padded but also notched, so that her head could only turn away from a forward position with great difficulty. The whole thing was angled upward with her head higher than her torso. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands, so she kept them close to her head.
“Beautiful,” breathed Rose. “Put your arms out for me.” Marla obeyed, her hands bumping into yet another section separated from the one that held her face. She felt the familiar sensation of cold leather on her wrist as Rose fastened them together, then apparently chained them to something on the platform. Marla heard Rose softly step behind her, then felt more straps being added to her ankles. She was getting wetter by the second, and the nipples on her low-sagging tits were hard as rock.
“Would you like to see yourself, Marla?” asked Rose.
Marla found that she couldn’t nod with her head resting in the V of the device, but she could still speak. “Yes, Mistress. If it brings you pleasure, I mean.”
“You know what? I think it will,” said Rose, and she pulled off Marla’s blindfold.
The huge woman gasped at what she saw. There was a mirror in front of her angled in such a way that she could see most of the back of her body. She was laying on a sectioned platform that looked something like a medical chair, her hands bound, her enormous ass exposed. Her breasts were hanging down low into nothing, the floor a foot or two below them. On the left and right sides of her head, which still bore Rose’s initials on her left cheek, there were two large panels that prevented her from looking to the left or the right. At any rate the only light she could see was a hot bulb lit directly above her. It was a humiliating position, and Marla was incredibly turned on by it.
What was on the wall to her rear was somehow even more interesting. Several feet behind, the wall was covered in a pegboard on which hung all manner of strange objects. It was difficult to tell what some of them before, but they seemed like they would be used in bondage.
Rose stepped behind Rose, obscuring her view of the wall, and stared into her reflected eyes. “Do you like what you see, honey?”
“Oh God…” said Rose, “I look like a…”
“Like a what?”
“I…like a…”
“Cat got your tongue, making you forget the rules? No matter, Marla, I’ll fill in the blanks, you look like a helpless, dirty whore. You look like a penned-in cow with your udders hanging down. You look like an owned, tied-up slave, and I’m the lucky bitch who owns you. How do you feel about that?”
“Ma’am…I feel…so hot right now…please…do what you want with me! Take your pleasure from your horny slave!”
Rose bent down and planted a soft kiss near the top of Marla’s ass. “I absolutely will, my beautiful pet. And I must say, your sincerity is incredibly sexy. Now, if I wanted to, I could turn off the lights and leave you here all night, but that would be such a waste, so I fully intend to use you.”
“Thank you, Mistress!”
“But first,” said Rose, “you might have noticed that I haven’t yet disciplined you for your many infractions, have I?”
Marla trembled. “N-no, Ma’am.”
“Well, don’t think I’ve forgotten! After all, you’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am! I’ve been a bad girl!” Marla was frightened about what was about to come, but the words “bad girl” were making her melt.
“You need to be punished for breaking my rules, for disrespecting your mistress, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress, I do!”
“Why don’t you ask me to punish you? And make it convincing, dear.”
Marla breathed in deeply. “Please, Mistress…punish me. Punish your dirty, bad girl, I am your slave and I accept your punishment.”
“Very good, since you put it like that, I will. But first…” Rose reached down and picked up an object from the floor. Marla felt something pressing at her pussy, and realized that Rose was pushing it in. “This is a vibrating egg, Marla, and I think you’re going to like it.” She had a remote as well, and pressed a button on it.
Marla felt low, rumbling vibrations inside her pussy, and spasmed with pleasure. “Oh God…thank you, Ma’am!”
“But there is a catch, Marla, a new rule: You are not allowed to cum without my permission. At all. Any time. It does not matter if I am home or not. You may masturbate, but you may not finish. I own your body; I control your orgasms. Do I make myself clear?”
Marla began sweating heavily. Rose could push her buttons like no one she had ever met — how would she be able to avoid cumming? Was this just a trap to cause her to break the rules involuntarily? But she had no real choice in the matter. “Yes, Mistress, I understand.”
“Good. The punishment will be severe if you slip up. Speaking of…” Rose reached down and grabbed another object, though Marla couldn’t see it in the mirror. “I’m sure the anticipation is killing you, so let’s run through your many violations, my bad girl. You failed to address me properly several times. You used words like “okay” and “but” multiple times. You failed to follow my instructions to stand still. You did not give complete answers to some of my questions. You did a rather miserable job eating my pussy…”
Marla winced. “But…”
“Wow, not just a glutton for food, honey, you’re a glutton for punishment, interrupting me with a ‘but’ like that.” Rose was counting on her fingers. “You asked me to go easy on your ass, as if you had any say in the matter, and you got a little bit of pee on my floor. Wow, Marla, you truly have been a naughty and rebellious girl. What kind of punishment do you think is appropriate?”
Marla’s eyes searched the room. “I…I don’t know, Mistress…you could spank me?”
“Excellent idea. How many spanks do you think you deserve?”
“Oh, um, I…” Marla desperately tried to think back to yesterday, when Rose had apportioned spanks. She had given more for physical violations, but there were so many… Marla couldn’t count up how much that should be, not with the egg in her pussy distracting her, so she said the first number that came into her head. “Maybe…thirty-five, Ma’am?”
Rose laughed and shook her head. “Oh goodness, no! We were just having fun yesterday, but now you’re my fucking slave, Marla!” She rolled her eyes. “Thirty-five, thirty-five…fifty would have been closer, and rather ironic, but still too low. Ah, but let’s just get to it.”
Marla braced herself. “Yes, Ma’am,” she said, softly.
“Unfortunately for you, my hand is rather sore today. Fortunately for me, I have a tool for that.”
*SMACK* Marla groaned heavily and her body shook as she felt hard rubber impact on her massive ass. It felt like Rose had been holding back, but it still hurt.
“Do you like the flogger?” asked Rose. “For an unbelievable ass like yours, you sometimes have to bring in the big guns.”
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* Marla could feel the tears begin to flow as her ass warmed up. The vibration and fire in her pussy was rising as well as she reveled in her sexy humiliation.
Rose delivered four more blows to Marla’s poor cheeks, causing the bigger woman to moan and sob. “Do you like that, Marla?”
Marla wasn’t sure what to say. “Oh God, Mistress…it’s…it hurts…but I don’t want you to stop…my pussy feels so good…”
“A little of this, and a little of that, huh. Well, I hope you’re warmed up, because those weren’t part of your punishment — your ass is a big, beautiful canvas, Marla, and I need to get my arm ready to create art.”
Marla’s eyes widened again, and the blows began in earnest, harder than before. Marla tried to keep her mouth closed, whimpering as each smack landed. It felt like Rose had turned up the vibrations, so the twin sensations of her ass being abused and her pussy being stimulated were becoming all-consuming.
“The room is well-insulated, Marla,” Rose said, kindly. “You can scream if you need to.”
Fifteen more blows in a row landed on Marla’s ample ass and thighs, and she yelped and howled as they did, though it started to make her lose control over her loins. She began to become worried that she would break Rose’s newest rule.
Rose stopped for a moment and bent down to examine Marla’s reddened cheeks. “Oof, that’s going to bruise. You’ll want to spend some time in the water this weekend, honey.” She stood back up. “Do you know how many we’re at so far?”
Marla was sobbing, unable to think with everything happening in her lower body. “No! I, uh…fifty?”
*SMACK* “That one was for improper address,” said Rose, “and it brings it to fifty-one. I had a lover before you who took fifty like a real woman, and she was at least good at eating my pussy. With you, I think I’ll have to be a little tougher.”
Marla wailed, and Rose continued her assault on the enormous ass before her. There was no longer any part of it that wasn’t red, but Rose kept going, pausing briefly to pant between swings and turn up the remote on Marla’s egg.
Marla was losing it. The heat in her ass and the action in her cunt were driving her over the edge, and as blow number seventy-five rained down onto her cheek, she screamed, “NOOO, OH FUUUCK!” Marla shook with her forbidden orgasm, the platform thankfully being sturdy enough to support the thrashing of her more than 400 pounds of flesh.
As her submissive’s shaking slowed, Rose set the paddle down on Marla’s back, then walked over to a nearby table and picked up her phone. In the mirror, Marla could see Rose smile at the screen, then type a message. Rose glanced back up, and frowned at Marla.
“Oh God,” stammered Marla. “Oh, M-Mistress…I…I’m sorry…I…I came…”
Rose shrugged. “Another thing we’ll have to work on. But first…” She lowered her phone toward Marla’s ass.
Marla shook her body rapidly, but she had no means of leaving her position. “M-Ma’am, what are you doing?”
“Capturing my artwork,” said Rose, as she snapped a picture of Marla’s beet-red ass, then another of her drenched pussy, in which the egg was still vibrating. She then walked to the front of the platform and held the phone up to Marla’s face. “Smile for the camera, honey!”
Marla didn’t feel like doing that, but she now intimately new the consequences of disobedience, so she managed to bend her lips into a smile. Rose snapped the photo — Marla’s face was an utter, sexy mess.
“Good girl,” said Rose. “Now, I believe I made it clear that your orgasms belong to me, and you just stole from me, didn’t you?”
Marla sniffled, tears running down into her mouth. “Yes, Ma’am. Oooooh…I’m sorry Ma’am.”
“How do you feel?”
“My ass is on fire, Mistress, but my pussy…it feels so…good…”
“Well, while I have you here, we’re going to deal with your stealing before we move on. But I think I’ve worked on your ass as much as I want to for now.” Rose picked up the flogger from Marla’s back. “Fortunately, your udders are…utterly…untouched!” Rose laughed at her own joke.
Marla tried to shake her head. “Ma’am…please…my boobs…”
*SMACK* The flogger slammed under the platform and impacted against Marla’s exposed left breast. The brunette slave howled as Rose continued beating her breast with eleven more strikes. Rose didn’t say a word before walking around the platform and lining up the flogger with Marla’s right breast, then swiftly dealing thirteen more blows. Marla squealed like a pig, but she couldn’t do anything to dodge the attacks.
Rose turned off the egg, squatted down in front of Marla and gazed into her eyes. “Do you know how many that brings us to, Marla?”
“One…one hundred, I think…M-Mistress,” Marla sobbed.
Rose smiled. “Oh, sweet Marla, you took them like a real woman. I’m so proud of you.” She leaned forward and kissed Marla, and Marla returned the kiss, seeking out any bit of tenderness from the woman who owned her body.
“I think we’re almost done for the day,” Rose said. “You’ve been very brave, and I’m honestly thrilled to have such a gorgeous, sweet, enduring woman as my submissive.”
Marla smiled through the pain. “Thank you, Ma’am. You’re too…too kind to me.”
Rose kissed her again. “I’m going to explore one more thing with you today, and you have my blanket permission to cum during that time.”
“Oh, thank you, Mistress, thank you so much! I want to cum again!”
“Good. Don’t go anywhere.” Rose stood back up and went elsewhere in the room, to somewhere Marla couldn’t see. After a few minutes, she returned holding two objects that were out of view, and Marla could see that, once again, Rose was wearing a strap-on — blue, this time, and smaller. Marla was ecstatic — being fucked by Rose had been incredible the last time, and now that she had been built up by hours of submission and punishment, it would be even better!
Rose looked down at the woman before her, thought for a moment, and then picked up the blindfold. “I’m going to put this back on you, Marla,” she said, doing so. “Now then, honey, let’s take that last little bit of dignity away, shall we?”
Marla gasped as she felt something thin and wet between her tortured cheeks. She recognized it as Rose’s finger rubbed her, first around the anus, then into it. She was applying lubricant — more of it squirted into the huge woman’s tender hole.
“Oh God,” gasped Marla, “what are you doing? Please…I don’t know if I can take it, Ma’am, I’ve never…”
“Never been fucked in the ass, Marla?” asked Rose, casually.
Marla shook her head, which was difficult in the platform she was trapped in. “Please…I don’t know…”
“Marla, what did we say about obedience?”
Marla moaned as Rose pushed two fingers into her asshole, probing inside it. It felt good, but she was so nervous. “I…Ma’am, I’m sorry, I’m just…scared, but I will…I will obey, do what you want to me…” The two fingers disappeared from her ass, only to be replaced by an object — a butt plug, presumably — that Rose slowly pushed into her.
“I’m glad to hear that, Marla. But we’re going to add a little something to make it easier.”
Marla couldn’t hear what Rose was doing, but suddenly felt something at her mouth. “Open,” she heard Rose say, and Marla obeyed. The object was a small, rubber ball — Rose was gagging her! A strap was around her head, and she was now blind, mute, and unable to do anything but shake. Rose then turned the vibrating egg back on, on a low setting.
“Your body belongs to me, honey,” said Rose, softly. “And now I’m staking my claim.”
Marla felt a suction-like sensation as the small object that was stretching her ass was removed. Then her eyes went wide as the thicker length of the dildo penetrated her little hole. There was pain — a dull, hard pain — as Rose began to push further into Marla’s big ass. Marla breathed heavily through the gag and did her best to relax her anus, letting Rose push deeper into her anus.
“Ugh, I love the look of this thing entering your ass, Marla,” said Rose, aggressively. “And I’ll teach you to love it, too.”
As Rose began to thrust in and out, Marla grunted and cried through the gag, but she couldn’t help but notice that Rose was right. As it had with the spanking, the pain was accompanied by incredible pleasure. The dildo was making her feel so full and dominated, and the nerves that led to her clit and pussy were firing hard.
“Take this cock, my fat anal whore,” barked Rose. “You want to…ugh…cum, don’t you, you big, beautiful bitch? Then cum from this cock in your ass!”
Marla was flailing, her breasts swinging under her as she tried to push back into Rose’s strap-on. She was losing herself in the pain, pleasure, humiliation, and thrill of being bound and savaged. Rose began kneading her hands into her submissive’s battered ass, sending another jolt of energy into her body.
Marla wailed like an animal into the ball gag as tidal waves of pleasure smashed into her. Rose’s strap-on pounded into her hole as she shook and strained at her bonds for one, two, three, four, five orgasms. It felt to Marla like it would never end.
Finally, Rose pulled out of her slave’s anus, put her hands on Marla’s ass for support, and panted heavily to catch her breath. She undid the fasteners on the strap-on and pulled it off, then yanked out the egg from Marla’s pussy. The big woman was breathing up and down, the rolls of her back jiggling as she panted.
Rose walked around to the front of the platform and undid the ball gag. Marla gasped as her mouth was freed, drool running down her chin.
“Mistress,” Marla said, “That was…oh God, you were right…oh…I came so hard, thank you…”
“I knew you would be a good anal whore for me,” Rose said. “You did beautifully, honey. But I’ve dirtied my dildo in your ass, and I need it cleaned.
Marla’s mouth, already opened, widened further. “Oh fuck, you mean…”
Rose took advantage of Marla’s gaping jaws to shove the dildo inside her mouth. Marla choked and sputtered for a moment, her tongue pushing at the toy, but Rose held it firm.
Marla could taste the pungency of her own ass on the dildo, and while it repulsed her, reaching this new low of depravity turned her on, and she went at the dildo like it were a real cock that she needed to please. She licked and sucked at the dirty strap-on like her life depended on it.
“Wow, Marla,” Rose said. “You weren’t kidding about having sucked cock before.” She pulled the dildo out and removed the blindfold from Marla’s face.
“Yes, Mistress. It was one of the things that, uh, Bill liked.”
“I’ll bet it was.” This opened up some intriguing possibilities. “Now, I said we were almost done, but I can’t help but notice that you’ve had two orgasms today, and I’ve had none — that hardly seems fair, does it?”
“No, Ma’am! I am yours, to give you pleasure.”
“So true. But you sadly disappointed me with your pussy-eating already today, and now your mouth is too dirty for my cunt, so…oh, I know!”
Marla watched as Rose turned around and unzipped the pelvic zipper on her latex outfit.
“Make good use of all that drool, honey, and don’t be shy about your tongue.”
Marla’s eyes widened as Rose stepped backward, leaning down into her submissive’s face. Her asshole landed directly on Marla’s mouth. It smelled clean, at least, and Marla figured that after licking the juices of her own ass, this was nothing. She began to run her tongue in and out, in circles and vertically, on Rose’s asshole, savoring the taste of her mistress.
Rose smiled — somehow, Marla was picking this up well. She reached a hand down and began to finger her own clit as the bound woman worked on her brown star. “Mmmm…yes, Marla, you dirty slut, eat my fucking ass!”
Marla warmed to the encouragement and licked more and more vigorously, until finally Rose, already warmed up by the fucking she had given her slave, shook her cheeks around Marla’s face as the orgasm hit her. Rose plunged back and forth as waves hit her, giving Marla few changes to catch a breath.
At long last, Rose leaned against the wall, her ass wet with Marla’s spit and her pussy drenched in her own juices. “Now that, Marla,” she said, “was good eating.” She picked up the blindfold and returned it to Marla’s eyes, then began to remove the restraints. Marla gasped as she was finally able to move her arms and legs.
“You can get up, Marla,” said Rose. Marla did so, slowly removing her fat body from the platform. Her legs were like jelly, and as she tried to stand, one of them gave out, and she fell backward onto the floor, landing heavily on her sore ass and crying out. At least she had landed on a foam mat.
“Oh dear,” said Rose, helping Marla to pull herself up, with some difficulty. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.” She took the huge woman by the hand and led her out of the room, then locked the door behind them and removed the blindfold.
Marla looked down at the floor, trying to compose herself. “I…” she began, “I hope I pleased you, Mistress.”
Rose smiled, and used her finger to lift up Marla’s chin. “You did, my sweet slave. I think we’re going to have a very exciting arrangement, you and I.”
Marla beamed. “I’m excited for what comes next, Ma’am!”
“Let’s go upstairs, honey.” Marla followed Rose up and back into the lounge, where Rose sprawled onto a couch. Marla remained standing, waiting for instructions.
Rose looked at the curtained windows. “God, the time flew! I think it’s time for bed.”
Marla nodded. “Yes, um…should I…” She gestured to the door.
Rose shook her head. “Your suite door was closed, I believe. I will go and lock it. But since Jade won’t get back until later, you will sleep here with me tonight. Stay right there.”
Marla’s mouth opened wide — it had been so long since she’d shared a bed with someone! She watched as Rose left the suite and heard her lock the door behind her. Marla went and sat down on Rose’s luxurious bed, rubbing her abused ass.
Rose returned after a moment and locked the door behind her again. She glared as she saw Marla. “Marla, what the fuck did I say about staying right there and not touching my things?!”
Marla stood up awkwardly. “S-sorry, Ma’am, I thought…”
Rose rolled her eyes. “Turn around.”
Marla turned around glumly, and felt five rapid *SMACKS* impact against her already destroyed ass.
Rose bent down next to the bed and pulled on something, and a mattress rolled out from under it. There was no fitted sheet and no blanket.
“Oh…” said Marla.
Rose walked to Marla and kissed her on the cheek gently. “Marla, honey, you’re still my submissive — you will sleep here, but not in my bed.” She took a small throw blanket and pillow from the couch and tossed them onto the mattress.
Marla nodded. “Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am.”
“Come to the bathroom, I have a spare toothbrush I will allow you to use, and some pads to remove your makeup.
They got ready for bed together, Marla remaining careful not to touch any objects without being offered them. She mentioned to Rose that she needed to pee — her mistress sighed and unlocked the suite door. Marla went to the bathroom off of the kitchen and had a moment of solitude, while she pondered the pain in her ass and the utter joy in her heart. She returned to Rose’s suite, where Rose had changed into a nightgown, and followed her in.
Marla bent down and let her massive body fall to the mattress, which squeaked under her weight.
“Goodnight, my sweet Marla,” Rose said, before she turned off the light.
“Goodnight, Mistress,” said Marla, her sore body only half-covered by the blanket. Before this week, she never would have dreamed that she would be another woman’s submissive. It took her a long time to fall asleep because of excitement — and fear — of what else Rose had in store.