Where They Belong - Chapter 5

Cindy tried to stay as still as possible since even the slightest of movements accidentally shifted the silver coin from the tip of her nose down the corner of the wall. The butt plug inside her ass made it impossible not to fidget some. She was forced to circle her hips from time to time to alleviate her discomfort, but each time she did her heart dropped as the coin jiggled, threatening to slip.

Goddess had instructed her to keep her hands clasped behind her back and to consider disobeying her for even a second was unthinkable. Sweat dripped down her forehead and into her eyes. It seemed like heaven to be able to wipe her brow, a pleasure she didn’t deserve.

The aches in her joints and muscles were worsening from being forced to maintain such an unnatural position on the floor. Her bony knees were starting to numb against the hard, polished marble. Her buttocks were still stinging from her spanking, and the plug was giving her a constant feeling of needing to poop. She was beginning to forget what it felt like to not suffer some form of pain.

As hard as she tried to focus on her task, her mind would inevitably wander. She imagined her goddess curled up on her large cozy bed with her cheek nestled against her cool, silken pillow, and her bosom rising and falling as she slept soundly without a care in the world. Maybe her feet were displayed under her sheets. Cindy envisioned herself kneeling before them with her nose pressed into Eleanor’s soles, planting the occasional kiss on her perfect skin.

The coin teetered as her pussy tingled inside its chastity cage. She panicked and weaved her head to keep the coin upright. She knew then that the worst torture of all was that she couldn’t even afford to daydream unless she wanted to risk disaster. All her physical and mental energy was required to balance the coin.

As wonderful as it was to think about Eleanor sleeping, she could not jeopardize her release, or the chance to snuggle her nose deep inside her goddess’ perfect asshole. But the biggest motivator of all was not wanting to fail her. Eleanor had given her a task and it was her responsibility to complete it, regardless of how impossible it seemed.

She regained composure just as she heard the distinctive and terrifying giggles of Alison. Her skin immediately prickled with dread.

She shifted her eyes from the corner to see Alison in her periphery, bounding through the living room with her large breasts bouncing inside the tight tank top she’d tucked into her skimpy, dark-wash jean shorts.

“Oh my god,” she said, with an adorable smile that dimpled her cheeks. “Too funny.”

Cindy whimpered. “M-Miss Alison. I’m so sorry, but I can’t move from this spot right now. Do you…um…need something?”

“Not really. I just wanted to see. Mom said you were on free time. It’s pretty fucking funny that your free time is corner time too, isn’t it?”

Cindy blushed. “Yes, Miss. Goddess knows how to put me in my place.”

She knew how pathetic she sounded. This was Eleanor’s eighteen-year-old daughter - a senior in high school - and she was calling her mom ‘Goddess.’ It would serve to further solidify in Alison’s mind that she deserved the world since clearly, she was born from superior genetics.

Alison giggled, taking her phone from the back pocket of her tight jean shorts. The quilted Chanel case was the same baby pink as her manicure. “I have to show Lucy and Melanie. They’re gonna fucking die when they see this. Smile for the camera, loser.”

Cindy was pink with embarrassment, nervously smiling as Alison pointed her phone into her face. The twitch of her lips wobbled the coin. This was dangerous. It meant nothing for the buxom, blond teen if Cindy dropped the coin. Why should Alison care about the cummies of a sad, middle-aged, femsimp?

Cindy knew her only chance was to be a good girl and obey everything Alison said. Maybe then she would leave her alone to complete her task in peace.

“Oh my god,” said Alison, noticing the butt plug for the first time, “what’s this?”

Cindy whimpered.

Alison crouched and retrieved the pump from the floor. She giggled as she squeezed it in her hand, further inflating Cindy’s butt plug.

Cindy straightened her back as the black silicone pushed against her anal muscles, widening her cheeks. “Owie, Miss, please, ow, ah, M-Miss, please, ow, I can’t, please don’t.”

Alison was giggling too hard to pay any mind to her pathetic pleas.

Cindy wriggled her hips. The plug was already huge and getting bigger by the second. Tears trickled down her cheeks. “Please,” she tried again, “the…coin.”

It only took a slight tilt of her head for it to fall. Her eyes widened in horror as time seemed to slow as it slipped down the wall. It clattered onto the floor, spinning over the marble.

“No!” she whined in her panic.

Lady Liberty stared up at her disapprovingly. Cindy’s vision blurred as her tears welled in her eyes.

“Whoops,” said Alison, still recording the whole incident on her phone to share later with her friends.

Cindy’s bottom lip trembled. She was sure she could have succeeded had she been left alone. It wasn’t fair. She had failed her goddess. Gone was the glorious scent of Eleanor’s asshole. Gone was the minute of freedom from her chastity.

She blinked tears and sniffled. This was all just a bit of fun for Alison. She would laugh about it with her friends and then promptly forget it ever happened as she moved on to some new cruelty to enjoy. Cindy’s life was less than nothing to her.

“You know, loser,” said Alison, throwing the hand pump away, bored now. She leaned down to collect the coin, giving Cindy a generous look down her cleavage and a strong scent of water lily and musk. She smelled better than a princess. “I could help you out.”

Cindy looked up at her hopefully.

Alison’s smile dimpled her cheeks. “If you want to spend your free time holding a coin against the wall, then it makes no difference to me. I mean, it’s totally sad and pathetic, but that’s kind of like your thing, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Miss,” said Cindy, smiling nervously.

“And I guess you wouldn’t have dropped it if I hadn’t played with you, right? Maybe we can pretend like this never happened. Would you like that?”

Cindy wanted more than anything to reset. It was only fair she had another shot. But then again, the only rules were that Cindy was to keep her hands behind her back and the coin between her nose and the wall. Nothing was said about outside intervention. If the coin dropped before she was to start dinner, the game was over. She lost. The circumstances didn’t matter. A redo, no matter how much she wanted it, would be cheating. Cindy would never cheat her goddess.

“No,” she said meekly through her dry throat.

Alison furrowed her brow, her tone was slow, deliberate, and terrifying. “What did you just say to me?”

Cindy quivered. She knew few people had ever told Alison, no, and even fewer could get away with it. It took all her courage to remain resolute. The word of her goddess was absolute. She had to obey, even if it meant standing up to the frightening teen. “I’m s-sorry, miss. I can’t. That would be…cheating.”

Alison curled her lip and returned her phone to her back pocket. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

Cindy shrank lower maintaining her grip on her hands behind her back. The giant plug jabbed at her insides.

“If I give you anything you should owe me your life. You’re actually going to refuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are to say no to me?”

Cindy sniffled. “I know miss, thank you so much. I don’t deserve your mercy. It’s just that…G-goddess-”

“Fine,” she said shortly, “I’ll just keep the stupid coin then. Good luck explaining where it is after I tell Mom I saw you stealing it.”

Cindy whimpered. Her voice cracked through her tears. “Please don’t. I’ll do anything you want. Please.”

Alison’s frown slowly shifted to a smirk. “Oh? Anything?”

Cindy felt even more frightened by the sudden shift in Alison’s demeanor. She braved a hesitant nod. “So…so long as I don’t have to lie or cheat to G-Goddess.”

Alison sighed and rolled her eyes. “God, you're pathetic.”

Cindy had hoped that her steadfast loyalty to Eleanor might win her some credit. Surely Alison would have wanted that same dedication from Emily? Cindy wouldn’t have made for much of a submissive if she was turned disloyal by any threat that came her way.

“Urf, you won’t have to lie or cheat. Mom won’t care if I borrow you for a while.”

Cindy hesitated to agree. Wasn’t keeping secrets the same as lying?

“You know what? Forget it. I’m bored of this now. I’ll just tell Mom you stole the coin and then tried to blame me. She’ll definitely kick you out. I guess you can go back to your disgusting husband and your sad little house? Or not, I don’t really care. Go live on the streets. It’s all you’re good for anyway.”

The lonely void of her life without Eleanor opened beneath her. “Okay,” she said in a panic, “I’ll do anything you want.”

Alison’s face brightened like an angel. “I don’t know. Do you really want it?”

“Please, Miss, please use me. Whatever you say. Please, I beg you, please!”

Alison giggled and pointed down at her pretty toes showing under the white leather straps of her Hermes flip flops. “Then beg me, loser.”

Cindy sniffled one last time to inhale her snot and avoid any accidents. The last thing she needed was to drip onto Alison’s designer flats, or worse, her skin. She leaned down with her hands clasped behind her back, and her butt plug pulsing inside her asshole.

She knew rationally that this was likely a bluff. Would Eleanor actually believe Cindy would steal her coin? What would she even do with it? She was already in debt to Eleanor. What possible motivation would she have for taking a silver dollar? But even so, Alison could still make Cindy’s life miserable if she didn’t agree. She didn’t want to consider what terrors the sadistic teen would inflict on her.

Besides, at least this way she got to kiss her adorable toes.

“Please,” she began, “please forgive me (kiss) Miss Alison (kiss) thank you for taking pity on me (kiss) I don’t deserve you (kiss) you’re so wonderful (kiss), and perfect (kiss) you’re so pretty (kiss) and young (kiss) and rich (kiss) you’re so much better than I ever was (kiss) you’re amazing (kiss) I don’t deserve you (kiss.)”

“Better than Sarah?”

Cindy blushed. “Yes (kiss) it isn’t even close (kiss.)”

Alison giggled happily. “What’s wrong with you? I’m eighteen. I’m younger than your daughter.”

Cindy blushed harder at this. “Yes (kiss) I’m sorry (kiss) I’m pathetic (kiss) you deserve better (kiss.)”

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking sad. I’d literally kill myself before having to live your life for even thirty seconds.”

Cindy cringed and her pussy tingled. “I know (kiss) thank you (kiss.)”

“Whatever,” said Alison with a sigh. She took her foot from Cindy’s lips, raised it from the floor, and pressed it down on the back of Cindy’s head, squashing Cindy’s nose onto the marble.

She left it there, crushing her victim, as she retrieved her phone and angled it above her face to take some selfies, smiling adorably into the camera while the pathetic middle-aged woman remained trampled beneath her Hermes sandal. “Lucy and Melanie’ll freak when they see this.”

“Miss?” said Cindy, her voice muffled by her squashed nose against the hard marble.

“What is it, loser?”

“Are…we…okay? Will you leave me the coin?”

Alison giggled. “Oh right. I forgot. I guess so.” She tossed it away into the corner without a thought as she continued to pose for her camera. “Just remember, you owe me big.”

“Yes, Miss,” said Cindy as anxious for what Alison had planned as she was aroused. “Thank you.”

*

Cindy continued to kneel in the corner with her hands behind her back even after Alison finally left her alone. She stared sadly down at the coin and waited for her goddess to return. It may have been scant consolation, but at least she could prove she would never cheat her.

Eleanor’s Versace Medusa platform heels echoed behind her over the marble. Cindy looked behind her shoulder to see her goddess with her thumbs slotted into her Gancini belt, sauntering with the key to Cindy’s chastity bobbing over her cleavage. Her skin was glowing after her refreshing nap and looked especially divine. Cindy’s naked frailty, chastity, collar, leash, and butt plug, were a stark contrast to Eleanor’s feminine, hourglass form, elevated by her tight-fitting onyx tee and charcoal jeans.

Eleanor pouted a smirk. “I’ll take it from that dejected look, you dropped it?”

There was more to the story than that, but her goddess didn’t need to be bored by the details. “Yes, Goddess,” she said, “I’m so sorry I failed you.”

“Oh, no need to look so devastated,” she said casually. “You only failed yourself. If you’re the loser of this game, that makes me the winner.”

Cindy smiled shyly. Her goddess always knew the best way to make her feel better. Each time she thought she couldn’t possibly love her goddess anymore, Eleanor found a way.

Eleanor tapped the side of her Versace boot against the end of the fully inflated butt plug lodged inside Cindy’s ass. “What’s this?” she asked sternly, “did you do this?”

Cindy paled. She couldn’t lie to her goddess, but she knew the danger of telling on Alison. If Alison was to get in trouble because of something Cindy said, Alison would not let her forget it.

Eleanor lifted one of her manicured eyebrows questioningly.

Cindy immediately crumpled before her beauty. “I’m sorry,” she said, losing count of how many times she had apologized today. “I wouldn’t ever. Not without permission.” Tears welled in her doe-eyes.

Eleanor scoffed with amusement. “Jessica or Alison?”

Cindy hesitated a moment before answering: “M-Miss Ali-son.”

“That girl,” said Eleanor good-naturedly. “What will I do with her?”

Eleanor squatted and fiddled with the valve at the end of the plug sticking from Cindy’s asshole like a bulbous tail. There was a hiss of escaped air and Cindy’s anal muscles relaxed as the pressure slowly subsided.

Eleanor stood back up. “And I suppose Alison made you drop the coin?”

Cindy froze as prickles of dread covered her skin. Of course, her goddess would discover the truth. What a fool Cindy had been. Eleanor was too smart not to work it out.

Eleanor chuckled. “Oh Cindy, don’t look so scared. I couldn’t care less.”

Cindy smiled nervously. Her earlier fears seemed silly. Eleanor knew her daughter better than anyone. She knew how sadistic and manipulative she was. She’d been the one to encourage and nurture her powers after all.

“But the why doesn’t really matter. The fact is: you lost. That means I get to have some fun with you.”

Cindy nodded. “You…can have fun with me whenever you like, Goddess.”

Eleanor pouted. “Oh? I have your permission?”

The blood drained straight from Cindy’s face. “N-no, Goddess, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Of course, you can do whatever you like with me. I’m yours. I’m sorry. Please. You…you know what I mean. I wouldn’t ever-”

Eleanor tilted her head back and laughed, jiggling her breasts. “I’m teasing you,” she said running her fingers through Cindy’s hair.

Cindy smiled nervously.

“Of course, I’ll take you however and whenever I please. But isn’t it more fun if we make a game out of it?”

Cindy wasn’t sure how fun the game had been for her, but so long as it pleased her goddess, that was all that really mattered.

Eleanor pouted at her. “How about we play after dinner? Would you like that?”

Cindy nodded happily. “That sounds amazing, Goddess. Thank you.”

Eleanor smiled and bopped her on the nose. “Let’s see how amazing you still think it is after I’m done with you.”

*

Cindy and Sarah worked hard on dinner for their superiors. They were both naked, collared, and leashed, but Cindy had to endure the extra humiliation of wearing a chastity cage while her daughter’s pussy remained free. Cindy often glanced at Sarah’s pussy lips with annoyance and envy. Even after Cindy had told Jessica and Kaylee she had caught Sarah masturbating without permission, Sarah was still able to walk around the mansion cageless.

Most unbearable of all was the nasty smirk on Sarah’s face when she first saw Cindy’s butt plug. Even deflated, it was still noticeably wedged inside her asshole. It was degrading for her daughter to see the attached tube and hand pump trailing along the kitchen tiles as they worked.

They were mostly silent, only speaking when one of them had a question about the dinner preparations. Cindy had hoped Sarah might make the first attempt at reconciliation, but she wasn’t surprised when nothing happened. Sarah was just as stubborn as her father.

Cindy was irritated to have to be the bigger person. As far as she was concerned, she was merely reciprocating what Sarah had started by snitching to Jessica and Kaylee. But as usual, it was left up to her to make the first attempt at peace if she did not want the awkwardness between them to linger.

Besides, looking at the way the skin on Sarah’s bottom was raw and peeling, Sarah had experienced enough punishment for one day. Jessica did not share her mother’s philosophy when it came to providing after-care. Cindy did not envy her daughter that.

“Sarah?” she said at last.

Sarah ignored her, clattering stainless steel pots and pans to prepare for the hobs.

“Sarah,” she tried again. “We need to talk. You know, clear the air.”

Sarah opened one of the refrigerators to retrieve a large glass bottle of Penta water. She started to pour it into one of the pots to bring to a boil.

“Sarah, please don’t ignore me. We need to talk about this.”

Sarah kept her back to her, laid out a selection of organic vegetables on a bamboo cutting board, and opened the drawer to retrieve a stainless steel cutting knife.

“We shouldn’t be enemies, honey. We’re in this together.”

Sarah spun on the spot, flushing with rage. Venom was in her eyes. She pointed the blade at her mother menacingly. “In this together?” she spat. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Cindy blinked at her daughter’s sudden outburst.

“After everything you did to me, you want to play the submissive bond card? What fucking world are you living in?”

Cindy gaped. She had never seen Sarah so…confident before. It was just like the time she had yelled at Pete after her first experiences with Eleanor. It was as if her total submission to a better woman had lit a fire in her soul. She understood there was no reason for her to be a passive doormat to her worthless husband anymore. Eleanor had shown her the type of person who truly deserved respect.

Did Sarah feel about Cindy the same way Cindy now thought of Pete?

“Honey,” she tried again, approaching her nonthreatingly and placing a hand on her daughter’s naked shoulder.

Sarah shoved her away and Cindy stumbled back. “Don’t you fucking touch me.”

“Sarah,” she said as calmly as she could manage despite her racing heart. “I know you’re upset, but you aren’t being fair. You were the one who spanked me first. You were the one who betrayed what I’d said to you in confidence. I’d said those things out of love and concern for you. How could you just throw them in my face like that?”

Sarah snarled her lip. “Fuck…you.”

Cindy was starting to feel weak and dizzy. Sarah had never spoken to her like that. She looked over Sarah’s body as if seeing her for the first time. When had she gotten taller than her? When had her breasts gotten bigger than hers? Yes, Sarah was far weaker than Jessica and Kaylee, but she still possessed more definition and muscle to her youthful body than Cindy.

She gulped, feeling submissive to her daughter for the first time in her life.

“I know you’re upset, honey,” she said more meekly than before, “but…watch your tone, please.”

Sarah extended her arm and slapped Cindy hard across her cheek.

Cindy gasped and staggered back. She placed her fingers on the stinging spot where Sarah had struck and looked back at her daughter with tearful eyes.

Sarah sneered back, pointing the knife in her hand intimidatingly. “You do not tell me what to do…ever.”

“But…I’m…I’m still your mother.”

Sarah’s laugh was horrible and hateful.

Cindy cringed. She had never been afraid of her daughter before. A lump formed in her throat. What was happening? Where was that sweet girl who used to open windows for trapped flies and gently swoop them outside?

“My mother? My mother’s dead. I don’t know what you are anymore. Look at you. You’re beyond pathetic.”

Cindy’s bottom lip trembled. “Why…why are you saying this to me?”

“Are you this fucking stupid? You think I just told Miss Jessica and Miss Kaylee about you because I felt like it? They told me what you said.”

“I…I don’t understand.”

“I guess it wasn’t worth it for you to remember. No big deal. You just begged them to keep hurting me is all. You know, because your disgusting old cooch was getting wet inside that cage thinking about them bullying me. You’re a sick fucking freak. What kind of a mother gets off on her own daughter’s abuse?”

Cindy lost her voice. Her words came out as breathless stutters as she fought back her sobs. Sarah hadn’t started anything, Cindy was the one at fault. It all made sense. Oh god, what had she done?

“But,” she managed weakly, “y-you…liked it.”

“You didn’t know that then. For all you knew I was fucking dying. Instead of rushing back home to help me, you took your time preparing Goddess’ breakfast.”

“Sarah,” she said as tears fell. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I…I don’t know what’s wrong with me. You’re right. I’m sick. I have a problem. I…never meant to see you hurt. Oh god, please forgive me!”

Sarah scoffed and turned back to the island to continue her preparations.

“I…I love you.”

Sarah turned back on her angrily. “No, you don’t! You love your cunt and you love Goddess. I’m a distant third to you. Don’t try and pretend otherwise.”

“You’re still my baby.”

“And you’re fucking dead to me.”

*

They served Caso Bay scallops in a cauliflower and citrus bercy sauce with sides of Mediterranean campanelle pasta, brown butter roasted asparagus, honeynut squash, summer green salads, and rustic bread with black sea salt butter.

To drink there was an aged burgundy pinot noir and perfectly chilled glass bottled Penta water.

Despite everything, Cindy was proud of what she and Sarah had achieved together. It was obvious Sarah was cooking with just as much love and desire as she was. At least they were on the same page when it came to delivering the very best for their superiors.

Sarah took charge, ordering Cindy around like a sous chef. Cindy felt strangely subservient around her. The last thing she wanted was to upset her daughter and risk another slap. Sarah had demonstrated she was the stronger of the two of them, and Cindy found it easy to be subservient to her.

She was impressed with her daughter’s sudden confidence. If Sarah had shown this backbone during high school then she would have likely avoided all that bullying. It was humbling to think that Cindy had spent years failing to improve Sarah’s self-worth when all she really needed was the influence of Eleanor and the chance to serve someone better than her.

After serving their superiors, Cindy and Sarah both kneeled on the dark marble on opposite sides of the large polished tri-tone dining table. It was their duty to be as invisible as furniture unless required.

Unfortunately for Cindy, Sarah was always on her feet faster, eager to serve. Cindy blushed at her slowness. She’d always considered herself fit, but trying to compete with the spritely, teen reactions of Sarah, was making her feel old.

She was anxious as she watched Sarah happily hop around the table, pouring the vintage pinto noir into Eleanor’s crystal glass. It was the only time Sarah acknowledged Cindy, smirking at her kneeling mother with a glint in her eye.

Cindy looked down in shame. She knew she was passively handing dominance over to her daughter, but she lacked any desire to fight.

The fact was, she had been a disaster as a mother, and Sarah was becoming a stronger person without her. Sarah had flourished more in just one day in Eleanor’s household than she had in nineteen years in Cindy’s.

She didn’t want to think of having lost a daughter. Time was a great recovery. Surely Sarah wouldn’t stay mad at her forever?

Eleanor was sitting at the head of the table with Jessica and Kaylee to her left, and Alison to her right. She was like a queen while her daughters and Kaylee were princesses. They laughed, drank, ate, and gossiped without a care in the world.

Their conversations ranged from Eleanor’s latest investments and dividends to Jessica’s tennis, to Kaylee’s work, to what new terrors Alison had inflicted on her school. They all had a good laugh as Alison shared her new “DumbBitch” video that was making the rounds on TikTok. Cindy’s pussy tingled as she wondered what sadistic plans Alison had in store for her in return for not lying about the coin.

The talk soon shifted to Cindy and the silver dollar. Jessica and Kaylee found the whole thing hilarious. Alison turned her head to give Cindy a knowing smirk. Cindy blushed and hung her head which made her giggle.

“So what’s her punishment?” asked Alison, turning back to her dinner.

Eleanor glanced at Cindy. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye and an amused pout on her luscious lips. “We’re going to have some fun, aren’t we Cindy?”

Cindy felt sweaty with nerves. “Yes, Goddess.”

Everyone had a good snicker at her expense. Even Sarah was smirking evilly at her.

Cindy blushed even harder. Did Sarah really want to see her in pain? She knew Sarah was mad, but she remembered how upset she had been that time she accidentally removed Cindy’s collar and electrocuted her. Had things changed that much?

Eleanor raised the stem of her wine glass and gently sloshed the exquisite vintage inside. “It’s time my ownership of her became official.” She sniffed inside her glass and took a luxurious sip, tilting back her head and pushing her bosom forward.

Alison bounced on her seat. “Oh my god, really?”

Jessica grinned.

“What?” said Kaylee, confused, but excited. “What will you do to her?”

Jessica leaned close and cupped her hand over her ear to whisper. Cindy paled as she watched Kaylee beam.

“Seriously?”

Jessica smirked and nodded.

“That’s awesome. Can we do that to Sarah?”

Cindy looked over and saw Sarah was no longer smiling. She bit her lip nervously at the prospect of suffering whatever was about to befall Cindy.

Eleanor tittered and patted Kaylee’s hand. “This is expert level. You should wait until after your induction to attempt this. Don’t worry, you’ll get your chance.”

Kaylee pouted with disappointment.

“Can we watch?” asked Jessica. “For you know…training purposes.”

Eleanor scoffed good-naturedly and shook her head. “Baby, you know this is an intimate exertion of power between dominant and submissive. This is for us alone.”

Cindy’s stomach twisted in knots. It sounded wonderful, but with the enthusiastic reaction of the girls, she knew it was going to be anything but.

Alison clasped her hands and batted her long lashes. “Please, Mom, I want to see. Pleeeaaaase.”

She was so adorable, that Cindy wished she had the power to give her what she wanted. She felt suddenly sick in her stomach to think she had refused her earlier offer.

Eleanor shook her head. “Not this time, sweetie.”

Alison folded her arms indiginantly over her chest and slouched in her chair.

“Sweetie,” said Eleanor warmly, “you’ll understand when you perform this ritual for yourself. Trust me.”

“Well…” said Alison, poking at a scallop with her fork. “Can Emily stay over tonight?”

Eleanor blinked slowly, smiled, and nodded. “So long as her mother doesn’t object.”

They all laughed, including Eleanor. The joke was lost on Cindy.

Alison brightened. “And Lucy, and Melanie, and-”

Eleanor interrupted. “That will be fine, sweetie. Just be careful. I know how you girls can get.”

Alison giggled and sat back straighter, taking out her phone to message her friends.

Eleanor turned back to Cindy, pouting at her with amusement.

Cindy shrank lower to the floor, smiling shyly at the attention of her goddess, her pussy tingling in its chastity at the anticipation of the ritual to come.