After proclaiming, "Slave, you're in a world of trouble!" Suzanne swept into the room where Brenda sat trembling at the presence of her mistress.
Brenda tried to answer, to stand up, to do something to hide the sticky sheen of fresh cum splattered in the middle of her ample chest, but she felt powerless in Suzanne's presence. She was busted, caught red-titted with her son Adrian's cum dribbling down into the deep ravine of her cleavage. There was no good excuse and no possible explanation for this violation of Suzanne's orders.
Suzanne never paused as she blew through the door, until she came to a halt towering over the pale and frightened Brenda. Suzanne's look was particularly effective as her eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses she had purposely not removed when she entered the house. She shone in this dominatrix role.
Brenda immediately sprang to her feet and tried to look presentable.
Suzanne immediately noticed that Brenda was extremely nervous and fidgety and her eyes kept going to a wardrobe on the other side of the room. It was just about the only place a person could try to hide, aside from the closet.
Suzanne had to fight the urge not to laugh, but she managed to keep her steely gaze. She thought, Brenda has no idea how much she's telegraphing Adrian's location with her eyes. It's like she's screaming, "Don't look in the wardrobe!" Which of course would make anyone want to look in the wardrobe. This is just too rich. I can't let this opportunity slide. Hmmm, I know just how to handle this.
She walked right up to Brenda and stood above her, towering over her menacingly like a fierce Amazon warrior. "What have you done, Tit Slave? And don't tell me you've been applying donut glaze to your oversized udders, either."
Awestruck and wincing at every syllable, Brenda couldn't answer. She could do little but burn as her humiliation and rising eroticism turned first her chest, then her face, then the entire top half of her body red. It was as if Suzanne had just given her a physical, rather than a verbal, whipping.
Suzanne wasn't going to be put off with a contrite and apologetic expression. She seized Brenda by the jaw and effortlessly lifted her chin to force Brenda to gaze into her eyes through her sunglasses and realize the full extent of her mistress's disapproval.
"You broke the rules I set." Suzanne said those words gently and quietly, yet the menace behind them was more than apparent.
Somehow, Brenda managed to eek out a small, "I'm-"
"SILENCE!" Suzanne thundered, making even the wardrobe doors tremble.
Without breaking her withering stare, Suzanne reached down and, with just two fingertips under Brenda's chin, brought Brenda's eyes to meet her gaze. Her voice suddenly grew much quieter, making her next words sound even more authoritative and menacing than her shout. "Did I ask you a question, Slave? No, I did not." She released her grip on Brenda's chin and started lovingly caressing her cheek and brushing her fingertips ever so lightly over Brenda's quivering lips.
Brenda had to fight the sudden nearly irresistible urge to open her mouth and suck on Suzanne's fingers. She couldn't help sighing with repressed need and desire as she felt herself falling under Suzanne's spell.
"Now, whose room is this?" Suzanne asked.
"A-A-Adrian's, my M-M-M-Mistress." Brenda was quivering even more now. She knew the other shoe was about to drop, and had no idea how Suzanne might punish her for such blatant disobedience.
While she felt especially close to Susan as a kindred spirit, she adored and worshipped Suzanne's powerful aura. Not only was Suzanne always "on" with her sensuality and sexuality, but when she walked into a room, she usually came off as the natural leader of everyone in it with almost no effort whatsoever. Now, as she often did, Brenda felt herself getting wet just from being in Suzanne's presence.
"All right," Suzanne said, releasing Brenda and stepping back to survey her surroundings with deliberate care. "This is as good a place as any for your punishment, at the site of your... transgression." She transfixed Brenda with her piercing gaze once more. "Where has your lover boy gone?"
Adrian had the two wardrobe doors pulled shut as much as he could get them, but he could still hear every word. At that comment by Suzanne, his heart leapt to his throat. He felt that he would surely be found out in a matter of seconds, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Suzanne quickly went on, in a disconcertingly flippant voice, "It doesn't matter. He's obviously long gone or else he'd have to take his punishment too. But we can deal with that later. First, let's take care of you." She returned her full gaze at Brenda. "I want you to tell me exactly what happened here. How did his cum get all over your chest?"
"Um, er, well, it's kind of a long story..."
Suzanne just stood and stared, which was more upsetting than a verbal lashing. Then she stepped forward, removing her sunglasses with one fluid move, and took control of Brenda's eyes. Separated by less than a foot, much of that distance vertical, Suzanne watched Brenda's eyes in silence.
There would be no lies, no obfuscation. Brenda was certain no one could have resisted her mistress' raw power.
Brenda had expected some kind of response from Suzanne to her "long story" comment, but the awkward silence continued unbroken. She tried as much as she could to resist looking into Suzanne's commanding eyes. She mostly looked straight forward into Suzanne's clothed but still impressively full bust line, every now and then glancing up to see what expression was on Suzanne's face. Each time, she didn't like what she saw there and quickly looked back down again.
Finally, Brenda found her voice. "Well, you see, Adrian was, uh, well, he had his, er, his penis in my cleavage, and then he kind of got excited and... er... um..." Her voice was weak to begin with and trailed off altogether as she withered under Suzanne's intense gaze.
"I know what a titfuck is, Slave," Suzanne said, sounding supremely annoyed. "What I want to know is how did it start? What about my DIRECT and EXPLICIT orders NOT to give him blowjobs or titfucks until he was ready for them?"
Adrian heard that from his hiding place and, although he wasn't quite sure what that meant, he couldn't help but notice the implication that he would be allowed to perform titfucks and blowjobs with his mother eventually. That thought alone made his erection surge and throb insistently, despite his fear. He didn't stop to wonder why a near complete stranger to him would have such control over him and his mother.
Brenda dropped to her knees before Suzanne and put her hands together behind her head, hoping Suzanne would see that she was completely bowing to her will. "I'm so sorry, Mistress! So very, very sorry!"
"Did I ask you to kneel?" Suzanne asked, impassive and apparently unmoved by Brenda's display.
"No." Brenda started to stand back up.
"Did I ask you to stand?"
"No." Brenda was increasingly flustered and confused. She didn't know whether she should stand or kneel or what to do with herself. So she remained frozen where she was, in the midst of getting back up. It wasn't a position she could remain in for long, but she was determined to obey Suzanne in everything without question.
Suzanne paused as if reconsidering, and then said with no warmth, "Stand up. And while you're at it, clean that cum off."
Brenda shot back up. She scanned the room wildly: How could she clean herself? Completely naked, she saw nothing she could use to wipe the cum from her chest. As before, her eyes returned time and again to briefly focus on the wardrobe.
Suzanne put both hands on her hips and spoke to Brenda like she was lecturing a dim-witted child. "What are you waiting for? There's only one way tit slaves clean cum off their chests, and that's by eating it all up. And look me in the eye while you do it."
Brenda immediately began swiping up gobs of cum with her trembling fingers and licking her fingers clean. She found the whole thing to be extremely demeaning, especially given the contrast between her nakedness and Suzanne's power suit. But being treated like this really got her horny.
In many other settings, Suzanne would have taken off her own clothes by now, if only to get more comfortable. Nudity or near nudity had become the norm for her lately, but she didn't want Adrian to see any of her private parts, much less touch them. It would make her feel disloyal to Alan. Also, she didn't want Adrian to become attracted to her, further complicating the situation. Staying clothed had the added benefit of increasing Brenda's vulnerability in a subtle yet psychologically powerful way.
With Brenda staring up at her with saucer-shaped eyes while repeatedly sucking her fingers clean, Suzanne impatiently said, "Let's cut to the chase. Just what trouble did you and Adrian get into today?"
Brenda's legs were shaking as she answered, "Er, well, Mistress, I have to admit that I kind of, well, sucked him off a little bit too." It took all her willpower to keep staring Suzanne in the face, yet somehow it would have taken even more willpower to defy her and look away.
"You did... what?" Suzanne's words were quiet, but the displeasure in them was so obvious that Brenda was more scared than if Suzanne had been screaming obscenities and running at her with a knife.
Brenda flinched and stepped back. She raised both hands to her face as if trying to ward off a blow. "Please! Don't blame him! It's all my fault! He can't help it if I have no self-control! It's just... it's just that... well... His cock looks so tasty! How can I resist?!"
With that, Brenda surrendered completely and crumbled to the ground. She fully expected something painful to follow, perhaps a whipping with a cat o' nine tails so intense and lengthy that even she wouldn't enjoy it.
At that very moment, Adrian was a tumble of emotions as he watched from his vantage point hidden in the wardrobe. On one hand, he was intimidated by Suzanne even more than by the bullies at school, because psychological intimidation got to him much more than physical intimidation. He was also extremely worried about what might happen to his mother next.
On the other hand, he was also extremely aroused. Curiosity had compelled him to open the double doors just a crack so he could peek out a bit. Although he didn't know it, Suzanne had deliberately stood in a spot that kept her mostly out of Adrian's view but kept Brenda right in the middle of it. Even though he was recovering from a recent orgasm, just seeing his mother nude was enough to get him hard and keep him that way, and watching her eat his cum really got his heart pounding.
Since he was nude as well, that also increased his arousal. His erection constantly wobbled about, helping to keep him on edge. He had to use both hands to hold the double doors right in front of his face, so the crack never got wider than the inch or so he had it at. That meant he couldn't masturbate. Rationally he didn't want to masturbate to the sight of his mother being bossed around, but his cock had other ideas and his frustration level kept climbing.
When he heard his mother say that his cock looked too tasty to resist, his heart had skipped a beat and a rushing flood of blood roared in his ears. He felt his balls tighten as his erection hardened even more and dribbled out pre-cum.
Suzanne looked down at Brenda and impatiently barked, "Get up already. Stand up straight and face me. And look me in the eye!"
Brenda was trembling all over as Suzanne prowled around her disapprovingly, and couldn't muster the courage to rise.
Suzanne cocked a scornful eyebrow. "I haven't decided on your punishment yet, so don't make things any worse for yourself than they already are. You are to do EXACTLY what I tell you, is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am! I mean, Mistress!" "Now, get up!"
"Yes, Mistress!"
Brenda stumbled to her feet. She remembered to look Suzanne in the eyes at the end, but her body remained slouched over in fear and humiliation. She'd never been so aroused in her life outside the presence of Alan.
When Adrian saw Brenda stumble, he had a fleeting vision of bursting forth out of the closet, joining his mother, and confronting Suzanne until she backed down and stopped her bullying.
Then Suzanne barked, "Assume the position!"
As soon as Adrian heard that, his heroic fantasy was shattered. Suzanne's sexy voice demanded obedience. He hated the powerless feeling he was experiencing, but he knew that he was just too weak-willed to confront Suzanne for real. He could do nothing but watch his mother's humiliation.
Confused, Brenda started to get back on her knees as if she was about to give a blowjob.
But Suzanne stopped her by saying testily, "No, not THAT position. I want the standing version: stiffen your body like you're a soldier on parade. Then, hands locked together behind your back, thrust out your chest, and spread your legs like you're about to do the splits. MOVE!"
Brenda immediately followed Suzanne's orders exactly. While it may have seemed strange to someone who wasn't a submissive like Brenda, she actually felt much better in this new position. Before, she was fidgeting around and especially didn't know what to do with her hands. But now she didn't have to worry about such things and she felt oddly comforted and relaxed. Being in such a lewd position turned her on, but having to do so under Goddess Suzanne's orders and gaze increased her horniness to an incredible degree. She could feel her cum starting to flow and trickle down her thighs, some of it falling away from her to drip in thickening sticky droplets on to the carpet below.
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