Chapter 13.

It was always such a thrill for Cindy to handle the luxurious fabrics from Eleanor’s extensive wardrobe. Even better was seeing how those designer labels looked on Eleanor’s body.

Eleanor had chosen a solid-form, long-sleeved onyx tee with a round scoop neck. The key to Cindy’s chastity dangled teasingly over her cleavage on a gold chain. Cindy was excited as she tucked Eleanor’s tee into her tight jeans and wrapped a Gancini belt with an antique gold buckle through the loops.

Cindy crouched and slipped Eleanor’s Versace Medusa platform boots on her feet. Eleanor held her hands on her hips as Cindy gave each boot a respectful kiss on the toe. It was always such an honor to taste such fine Italian craftsmanship.

Eleanor extended her arm and presented her wrist. Cindy placed a gold Rolex with a diamond-paced dial around it. It was truly humbling to know that watch cost more than every piece of clothing and jewelry Cindy had ever owned.

Eleanor looked majestic. Cindy released a gasp at witnessing just how perfectly her clothes hugged her body and how decadent she appeared.

As Eleanor led Cindy through her multi-million dollar mansion by her leash - naked, collared, and caged - it was obvious who the superior woman was. She brought Cindy outside and across the driveway to her jet-black Mercedes G-class SUV with a gold-plated personalized license plate and tinted windows. It was just one of a collection of luxury vehicles Eleanor and her family possessed.

Eleanor took her key fob from a compartment in her Versace shoulder bag and opened the locks with a press of a button. She directed Cindy into the trunk and Cindy obediently hopped inside.

Cindy kneeled like a good girl as Eleanor tied her leash around the backseat headrest. She had no idea where she was going or why but she never dreamed of questioning it. The way Eleanor’s ass looked in those jeans, she would have followed her into a pit of lava.

Eleanor slammed the trunk closed and strolled to the driver's side. Cindy listened to the door opening and imagined Eleanor’s heart-shaped buttocks nestling comfortably into her massaging leather seat.

The turbo V-8 engine roared into life. Eleanor smashed her Versace boot on the gas pedal, and Cindy jerked forward at the sudden start.

Eleanor drove fast and Cindy bumped around. She tensed her arms and legs to try and keep herself steady. She was grateful for her leash around the headrest as it helped stabilize her a little, even if it did choke her whenever Eleanor took a sharp turn.

Eleanor turned on some classic gangsta rap: Nas, Mase, and Redman. Cindy smiled as she remembered buying those cassette tapes back in high school because she knew Eleanor was a fan. It had made her feel closer to Eleanor to share in her musical tastes even if Cindy found them intimidating.

It was about ten minutes into the drive when she recognized the street they were driving down as her own. Eleanor was taking her home.

She was suddenly sick to her stomach with anxiety. How could she let Pete and Sarah see her like this? What would she say to them? More importantly, what might Eleanor say to them? It would destroy what was left of her old life. Could she really allow that to happen?

Her anxiety grew stronger the closer they got, but less for what Pete and Sarah might say or do, and more for the fact Eleanor was about to step foot inside her shithole home. There were so many chores left unfinished. She hadn’t vacuumed for a week. There were dirty pots in the sink. Pete had been left home alone and no doubt that slob had left beer bottles and pizza boxes just lying around.

What if Eleanor decided Cindy was too sloppy to be trusted with the position of housekeeper? No, that thought was just too terrible.

Dread prickled over her skin as the heavy tires of Eleanor’s SUV crushed over the uneven paving stones of Cindy’s weed-infested driveway. Eleanor switched off the music, opened and closed her door, and moved to the trunk. Cindy felt a fearful pumping of blood in the sides of her head.

Eleanor opened the trunk and looked down at Cindy with an amused pout on her face.

“Home sweet home,” she said, reaching inside and taking hold of Cindy’s leash.

“Um, G-Goddess?” said Cindy as she crawled out of the trunk and down onto the driveway. “You, uh, won’t make me show myself like this, naked I mean, to my f-family, will you?”

Eleanor chuckled. “But you look so adorable. Why would I deprive them of this?”

The door to her house opened and Eleanor placed a finger over her luscious lips to shush Cindy’s pleas. Cindy froze as she heard Pete’s angry voice.

“What the fuck?” He screamed before pausing upon seeing Eleanor close the trunk and step into view. He stuttered before speaking again. “Oh, um, h-hi,” he said, wrapping his dressing gown tightly around his gut to hide his fat, “can I, uh, help you with something, Miss?”

Cindy rolled her eyes. Of course, the slob was gushing. She hoped he wasn’t stupid enough to think he could try and come on to her.

“Good morning,” said Eleanor nonchalantly, “I’m looking for a Mrs. Cindy Johnson. Is she home?”

“Not right now, Miss. Um, maybe I can help you with something?”

Cindy risked peeking around the back of the SUV. Pete was too occupied drooling at the sight of Eleanor to pay attention to anything else. Eleanor still held Cindy’s leash but Pete clearly only had eyes for Eleanor’s breasts. Cindy could have been doing naked star jumps and her husband still wouldn’t see her.

Eleanor pouted at him and placed one hand on her hip. “I don’t know,” she answered seductively, “can you?”

Pete grinned like a complete moron. Cindy could practically see his erection beneath his dressing gown. “You’re welcome to wait for her inside? I’ll try and call her for you.”

“Okay,” said Eleanor, “just one moment.”

Cindy ducked back behind the SUV as Eleanor took a step toward her. Eleanor smirked as she bent down to unclip Cindy’s leash and free her. Did this mean she was allowed to put on some clothes?

Eleanor sauntered toward the house, sliding Cindy’s leather leash between her fingers.

“Oh hey,” said Pete as he stepped aside to allow Eleanor into the house, “you’ve got a dog?”

“Don’t worry,” she said, entering the front hall, “I’m sure the little bitch will follow us once she’s finished hiding.”

“Cool,” said Pete, oblivious. “I’ll leave the door open for her then.”

Cindy’s heart beat furiously. This was her chance to make a break for it. She glanced around to see if any of her neighbors had noticed her naked and cowering behind a giant SUV. She seemed to have gotten away with it.

She leaped out and scurried on her hands and feet across the driveway, and through the open door of her home of fifteen years.

Through the hallway, she saw Pete in the kitchen, rattling around with dirty pots and pans, trying to locate a mug. He was prattling inanely about dogs to Eleanor who was standing in the adjoining living room, investigating the framed photographs on the mantelpiece.

Cindy shivered as she watched her goddess pick up her favorite picture. It was of herself, Pete, and Sarah from their day trip at the lake. It had been such a wonderful day. The sun was shining. Pete rented a jet ski. They had a picnic. She and Sarah gossiped like best friends. She remembered thinking at the time that despite all their financial hardship, her life could have turned out much worse. She had been happy that day. One of the few truly happy days she had experienced since Eleanor left her life after graduation.

Eleanor turned to Cindy and pouted an evil smirk. “Oh,” she said to Pete, “my bitch is nothing special. Just a dumb old mutt. She is obedient, though.”

Pete yelled back from the kitchen. “You trained her yourself?”

“Of course, it’s my favorite thing about owning a pet.”

Cindy gulped. Eleanor flicked her wrist for Cindy to get lost. Cindy nodded and scampered as quickly as she could on her hands and feet up the stairs. There was not even the slightest hesitation to obey Eleanor as the new master of her house.

She wondered where that woman in the photograph had gone. That woman with a daughter she would die for. The woman with a perfect credit score, a job, a mortgage. Her caged pussy tingled with the excitement of knowing she had given up her entire life for the woman now standing in her living room as if she owned the place.

At the top of the landing, she saw Sarah’s door was closed. Jessica’s words swam through her mind: “She’s fine… probably.”

Sarah had looked so pretty at the lake in her sun dress. She had spoken so passionately about her politics. Trade unions, enviromentalism, LGBTQ, BLM. She really knew her stuff. Cindy was just a regular “vote blue no matter who” kind of person. It was eye-opening to learn there was a difference between corporate and progressive Democrats. It made Cindy believe Sarah was destined for a career in politics.

Yet, just one year later, Cindy would be dragging her daughter to work as a living serving tray, dressed in a ridiculous French maid costume, to serve champagne and appetizers to the same elites Sarah despised.

Sarah deserved better than that. Cindy had really fucked up. How could she have allowed things to spiral out of control? She had to try and make it up to her. She didn’t care about Pete, but Sarah? She was not just her daughter, she was her best friend. She could not lose her, not even for Eleanor.

She tip-toed to the bathroom, took her dressing gown from the hook, and wrapped it over herself to hide her bruised nakedness and chastity. Sarah needed her. It was time to stop acting like the eighteen-year-old femsimp she used to be and start behaving like the grown-ass woman she was. Sarah would need her now more than ever.

She took a deep breath before opening Sarah’s door and entering. The curtains were drawn, blocking the late morning sun. Dirty clothes were scattered over the floor. A noticeable body shape was stuffed under the bed covers. Was Sarah still sleeping?

“S-Sarah?” whispered Cindy, “Sarah are you okay?”

There was no response. Cindy cautiously approached. She heard the faintest sounds of muffled whimpering from under the covers. She gulped and slowly reached for the patchwork comforter.

“Sarah?” she said hopefully, “it’s…Mom.”

Nothing. Cindy pulled the covers off as if removing a band-aid, quick and not-so-painless.

She gasped upon seeing her daughter, naked save for an inhuman deprivation hood that held her entire face wrapped in suffocating, tanned leather. It was tightened behind her head with buckles. There were two tiny holes in the naval to allow just enough air circulation to not die. Cindy recognized it as the same one Kaylee had been so excited to try during the flogging.

“Sarah!” cried Cindy, shaking her.

Sarah stirred at the touch. Her arms and legs were spread-eagled and bound to the bedposts by rope. A black vibrator was lodged into her pussy and continued to fuck her. The sheets beneath were soaked with cum, urine, and sweat. Red welts covered her skinny torso and tiny breasts.

Cindy gently lifted Sarah’s head as she unfastened the buckles from the hood as quickly as her trembling hands allowed. “I’m so sorry,” she said, in tears, “I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

She unpeeled the sticky leather from Sarah’s face. Sarah’s eyes were glazed. She looked around her manically. Her whimpers were still muffled by a ball of socks stuffed inside her mouth. Sweat dripped down her reddened skin. Cindy picked out the socks to allow Sarah a chance to finally breathe.

“Sarah,” she said, crying, “Sarah, speak to me, please.”

Sarah blinked frantically as if she was adjusting back to the world from hell.

Cindy held onto Sarah’s cheeks and forced her daughter to look her in the eye. “Sarah,” she said as soothingly as she could with her own tears streaming down her face. “It’s okay. I’m here. Mommy is here. I love you. I love you so much.”

Sarah glanced down at the dildo in her pussy. Cindy reached down and slipped it free, but it continued to fuck at the air until she threw it away, still vibrating, over the carpet.

“The ropes!” said Cindy, realizing Sarah was still tied to the bedposts. She was shaking with fear and rage as she struggled with the expertly tied knots.

Sarah had never stood a chance to escape her torture alone. Jessica and Kaylee were relying on Cindy to find her like this. It was all part of their plan. She imagined the two of them, busty and blond in their evening gowns, laughing and holding hands as they left Sarah to survive this monstrous ordeal alone.

It wasn’t fair they did this. They were both so beautiful, athletic, charismatic, and in the case of Jessica, rich beyond belief. They had the whole world at their fingertips. They were destined for success in whatever they chose to do, and yet they received their entertainment from torturing those less fortunate. Why? How could anybody be this cruel? It was wrong. And most wrong of all was how Cindy’s locked little clitty throbbed with pleasure at the thought of them doing it.

Sarah was weak as she tried to sit up. Cindy helped, cradling her head, bringing her against her bosom in a motherly embrace. Sarah trembled as Cindy rocked her back and forth, hushing her sobs.

Cindy couldn’t imagine how traumatic it must have been to wear that hood for so many hours, completely cut off from any sensory experience. Locked away in complete darkness, struggling to breathe, uncertain if anybody was ever coming to save her.

She kissed the top of Sarah’s sweaty hair. This had to be a wake-up call. Sarah needed a mother. Cindy could not throw everything away for the sake of her pussy.

“Mom,” said Sarah croakily, “thank you.”

Cindy shook her head and sobbed at her own guilt and Sarah’s good heart. Even now, her daughter did not blame her. Sarah definitely deserved a better mother.

“Please don’t thank me,” she said. “I-I failed you. My baby. My poor, poor baby. We don’t need to let them get away with this. We can…call the police. This is assault. There are laws.”

Sarah pulled back and stared intensely into Cindy’s eyes. “No,” she said firmly.

Cindy gulped in surprise. “B-baby? You don’t need to be scared of them anymore. We can stand up to them together. We-”

“No!”

Cindy gaped.

“Mom, you don’t understand anything. I wasn’t thanking you for 'helping' me. I was thanking you for dragging me to that party. That…was the best night of my entire life.”

Cindy’s skin prickled with dread. “Wh-what?”

“It was amazing. I mean, I’d fantasized about things, sure. I’ve watched BDSM videos and masturbated to erotica, but I never dreamed it could ever really happen to me. I’m a nobody. But Jessica and Kaylee showed me that dreams can come true.”

“S-Sarah, what are you saying?”

Sarah furrowed her brow. “Isn’t it obvious? I loved it. I want more. I’m just like you, Mom. I’m a total masochist.”

Cindy paled. She stood from the bed and tried to compose herself. She stuttered, trying to find something to say to make this all go away.

Sarah faced her, kneeling on her damp sheets. “You didn’t really think you were hiding from me, did you? I’m not Dad. I’m not stupid. The collar? Refusing to sit down for days at a time? Sleeping in the bathroom? Dressing as a French maid? The fear and love in your eyes whenever Eleanor is mentioned?”

“But…you never wanted to go to the party. I had to convince you. You…you tried to leave. You hated it.”

“My head told me to run, but my pussy? I knew this would be my one chance. I had to take it. I’m so glad I stayed. Jessica and Kaylee are…they’re incredible. I want to see them again. I need to see them again. You’re going back there, aren’t you? You have to take me with you. I don’t want to be left out of this. Please don’t leave me behind. This is everything I want.”

Sarah was bouncing on the bed as she talked. Her eyes were crazed. Drool dripped from her mouth. It was frightening to see her so…deranged.

“But honey,” said Cindy as calmly as she could, “I thought you hated them? What about your socialism?”

A slight doubt visibly crept over Sarah’s face but she soon shook it off.

“You can’t stop me going,” she said. “I’m nineteen. I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions. You said I needed to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. Wasn’t that why you wanted me at the party? Well, guess what? It worked! I know exactly what I want to do with my life now.”

“Sarah, this isn’t a game. You don’t know what you are getting into.”

“No. But I want to know. I’ve never wanted anything more. I want to serve Jessica and Kaylee. I want to be their bitch. Their slut. Their pet. Whatever they want from me.” She bit her lip. “Oh god, just…thinking about it…fuck…yes..yessss.” She inserted two fingers into her glistening pussy and started to fuck herself.

“Sarah! No! Stop.” She averted her eyes. “I don’t want to see that.”

Sarah lay back on her bed, masturbating furiously, gasping for breath. Cindy had to leave the room. She could not watch her baby girl do that to herself.

She shut the door behind her to leave Sarah alone with her orgasm. This was insane. Sarah was a sex-crazed slut for abuse and humiliation…just like her mom.

How could she tell Sarah not to pursue this path? She would be the biggest hypocrite in the world. But surely Sarah was just over-stimulated. This had been her first BDSM experience. Perhaps her first real sexual experience ever. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that this was her reaction. She only thought she wanted this life. After all, she barely even knew what this life was.

She thought back to herself at nineteen. That young woman would have leaped at the chance to serve Eleanor. Would that have been a mistake? Hell no. She would have had twenty-four years of life at Eleanor’s feet. It was the life she should have had. Could she really deprive Sarah of that? No, that wasn’t the same. Cindy loved Eleanor on a spiritual level. Sarah couldn’t understand that. She had only just met Jessica and Kaylee. But then again…didn’t Cindy know the day she first laid eyes on Eleanor that she belonged to her?

She had no idea what to think. Only one thing was for sure: both their lives were now well and truly fucked (in the best possible way.)

*

Cindy made her way gingerly downstairs. There was no point trying to hide her collar at this point. Sarah already knew everything. There was nothing left to hide. It was liberating in a way. She was unsure if this was the life she wanted for her daughter, but at least there would be no secrets between them now. Many mothers would kill for such an open relationship with their daughters. The more she thought about the two of them serving Eleanor together, the more intrigued she became.

She entered the living room and made herself as small as possible to give away complete ownership of it to her goddess.

Eleanor sat crossed-legged on the couch with her arms sprawled confidentially over the backrest, her nipples pushed against the luxurious fabric of her onyx, long-sleeve tee.

Pete was staring at her from his armchair. He held a cushion against his crotch in a pathetic attempt to hide his erection. He did not even glance at his wife as she moused into the room, and in fairness, why would he? There was hardly a competition between herself and Eleanor. Cindy just felt annoyed that Pete would have the pleasure of masturbating to Eleanor as soon as she left. Cindy did not have that option.

Eleanor turned to Cindy and smiled. “There you are,” she said, cheerfully.

Cindy smiled back nervously. “Oh, um, hi Ms. Eleanor. This is a…nice surprise.”

Eleanor chuckled. “It is, isn’t it?”

Pete looked at Cindy for the first time. “Where the hell have you been, woman?”

Cindy reddened. This was not the time for Pete’s “macho” bullshit. No doubt he was trying to impress Eleanor. It was actually kind of sad. “Where do you think? Working.”

“Bull shit. I know Krogers fired your ass. You didn’t think I’d find out?”

Eleanor interrupted. “Cindy is working for me now, Peter.”

Cindy smirked. Peter? Had the oaf actually introduced himself as Peter? Did he think that would give him an air of sophistication?

“Oh,” said Pete, deflated and disappointed he could no longer pretend to be a man by yelling. “I know she mentioned something in Paradise Hills. I, uh, didn’t realize that was for you, Miss.”

Eleanor nodded sagely. “Yes. She’s my new housekeeper. It’s why I’m here actually, to inform you that Cindy will be living with me from now on.”

Pete blinked at her dumbly. Cindy gasped as butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

Eleanor reached for her mug of coffee on the side table. Cindy was horrified to see her pig husband had served Eleanor that cheap instant swill. Eleanor took one look at it and immediately recoiled, placing it back without a taste. Cindy was relieved. It was bad enough Eleanor’s designer jeans were touching those worn couch cushions. The last thing Cindy wanted was to see Eleanor’s superior palette tarnished by that substandard shit.

Eleanor continued. “You see, it’s a rather involved position. Her services shall be required twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year. She just simply won’t have time for anything else but catering to mine and my family’s needs.”

Cindy felt her eyes water with adoration. It was everything she had ever wanted. She could be with Eleanor all day, every day. She would never need to leave her side. It was the dream.

Pete looked over at Cindy and then back to Eleanor. “What? She can’t live with you full-time. She’s my wife.”

Eleanor pouted. “Not anymore.”

Cindy inhaled a breath.

“Excuse me?” said Pete.

“She can’t be expected to maintain my home and marriage. All of her attention should be on me and my family.” She waved her hand dismissively. “You can expect the divorce papers to arrive by mail.”

“Divorce? I’m not divorcing her. She’s my wife. I love her.”

“No!” said Cindy. “You don’t. You’ve never loved me. You got me pregnant and decided it was easier if you just married me. I accepted it because I was scared. I didn’t think I could ever do better. I know you’ve cheated on me. I know you’ve paid for whores. You’re disgusting.”

Pete’s mouth gaped. Eleanor smiled at Cindy’s outburst, clearly enjoying herself. Cindy continued her barrage. It felt cathartic. Finally, she could get it all out.

“All you do is sit around watching TV while expecting me to wait on you hand and mouth. You could at least tidy up after yourself. It isn’t like you have a job to go to. You haven’t worked in ten fucking years. I’m finished bankrolling you. I’m moving in with Ms. Eleanor, and you can’t stop me.”

“But…Sarah?”

“Sarah is a grown woman. She can make her own decisions. I’m not going to stay miserable for the rest of my life with you.”

Eleanor rose to her feet and picked up the leash on her lap. “Well said, Cindy. I’m proud of you. Now come along. We’re done here.”

Pete stood and pointed. “Done? You aren’t done. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Cindy stepped forward enraged. How dare he speak to her goddess like that.

“Who is she?” She was practically spitting. “She’s Eleanor Noble. She’s the woman I spent our entire marriage thinking about and dreaming of. Every time we kissed, I imagined it was her lips, every time we had sex, I imagined it was her strap-on in my pussy. I’ve loved her every day since I was eighteen years old. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I won’t let you take this from me. You owe me this. You owe me happiness!”

Eleanor chuckled and strolled over to stroke Cindy’s hair. “What a good girl.”

Cindy smiled and slowly dropped to her knees. She felt like she was in a trance as Eleanor clipped the leash back to her collar.

Pete’s eyes widened as if he was finally seeing reality for the first time.

Cindy smirked at him. “Oh and Pete,” she said snidely, “we have no money by the way. I went into debt to buy Eleanor lots of nice things. I haven’t paid the credit cards, the bills, or the mortgage. I think you’d better find a job or you’re going to end up homeless.”

Eleanor smiled and tugged on Cindy’s leash, leading her pet crawling on all fours into the hallway.

Cindy had never felt better.

Pete rushed forward to stop them, making a grab for Eleanor’s arm. Eleanor spun and pulled away from his sweaty grasp giving him a look of pure hatred.

Cindy’s anger rose.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” he said. ‘I don’t know what you’ve done to my wife but it ends here.”

Cindy pulled against her leash and broke free from Eleanor’s hand. She screamed and pounced like a rabid dog at Pete’s face, clawing at his eyes and slapping the sides of his head as hard as she could. She was a banshee, full of venom and rage.

It was for all those nights Pete went to bed drunk. The snoring that kept her awake at night. The hands down his pants while watching TV. The never cleaning up after himself. The joblessness. The gambling. The cheating. But the absolute worst of his crimes was raising his voice to Eleanor and daring to touch her. She would fight to the death for the honor of her goddess.

Pete ducked to protect himself. “Stop it. Stop it, woman. Stop!”

Cindy would never stop. She would rip out his eyes and present them as tribute before the mural of Eleanor as Venus.

Pete pushed her away and Cindy fell backward. He had a dumb, apologetic expression on his pudgy face. He was many things, but he had never raised a hand to her before. He looked like a lost little boy. But Cindy could find no sympathy for him. Not now. Not ever. He was dead to her.

Eleanor had used Cindy’s distraction to take a black stun gun from her Versace shoulder bag. Pete never saw it coming as she zapped him in the chest with fifty thousand volts of electricity.

He screamed and convulsed violently as the whole room blinkered blue and black. Eleanor’s grin in the flashing lights looked especially beautiful...and evil.

Pete slumped to the floor. He appeared dead for a moment until he twitched and released a long, pained groan.

Eleanor threw the taser back in her bag and casually placed the sole of her Versace Medusa ankle boot firmly down on Pete’s throat.

Pete gargled. His eyes became bloodshot and bulbous.

Eleanor smirked down at him. “Cindy belongs to me now,” she said calmly. “You are going to sign the divorce papers and stay out of her life. I don’t want to hear from you ever again. You got that?”

Pete spat foam from his mouth all over the glossy black leather of Eleanor’s boot and nodded.

Eleanor pouted. “Good. And don’t even think about trying to fight this. Your wife will attest that you just assaulted me. I will prosecute and you will lose. My lawyer is Gael LeMarr. She’s never lost a case. She’ll happily destroy the wreckage of your miserable life. Consider this your only warning.”

Pete nodded again. “Pu..pulease…I…can’t…breathe.”

Eleanor smiled, keeping the pressure on his neck as she reached for Cindy.

Cindy shuffled over on her knees and handed Eleanor her leash.

Eleanor immediately wrapped the leather around her forearm to choke Cindy onto a short leash. “Lose the robe,” she said.

Cindy dropped her robe to reveal her bruised, blistered body and her chastity cage. Feeling the air on her naked body was like freedom. There was nothing to hide. She could be her true perverted self.

Cindy felt special. Eleanor had fought for her. Eleanor would not do this for just anyone. Eleanor saw value in owning her. Cindy was a good girl.

Eleanor rubbed the golden key to Cindy’s chastity dangling over her bosom. “Do you see now?” she said down at Pete. “She’s mine. She always has been. I’m simply taking her back to where she always belonged. I own her body, mind, and soul. You could never compete with me.”

Cindy bent down to the boot that choked her husband and laid worshipful kisses upon it. Pete moaned. Eleanor laughed.

From behind them, someone cleared their throat. Cindy felt her skin prickle with dread. She looked back from Eleanor’s boot to see Sarah, still naked and blushing.

Eleanor turned her head and pouted at Sarah, maintaining her foot on Pete’s neck and her grip on Cindy’s leash. The power she held over both of Sarah’s parents was obvious. Cindy looked up at her goddess for direction. Eleanor placed her spare hand on her hip.

Sarah bit her lip. She seemed conflicted.

Pete writhed beneath Eleanor’s boot. “Sa-Sarah,” he moaned, “help…me, please.”

Cindy held her breath, unsure of what was going to happen. She hoped it would not come down to a choice between her goddess and Sarah. Eleanor owned her pussy and her heart. Could she ever really turn against her, even for the sake of her daughter?

Thankfully, it was not an issue as Sarah slowly sank to her knees and clasped her hands together in a show of supplication. Eleanor’s pout became a satisfied smirk.

“Um,” said Sarah as meekly as her mother, “Mrs. Noble? If I may… I would…very much like to join my mom in serving you and your family.”

Pete struggled, moaning even louder, tortured by hearing his wife and now his daughter submitting to the woman who had him pinned to the floor, cutting off his circulation. He was completely powerless to prevent it.

Sarah continued. “Yesterday, I was lost, but today I’m found. Miss Jessica and Miss Kaylee have shown me a better life. I want to give myself to them. If…they will have me. Please…I’ll do anything. Just give me a chance to prove I can be just as good as my mom.”

Eleanor smiled. Cindy couldn't comprehend how powerful her goddess must have felt at this moment. An entire family was prostrated before her, completely at her mercy, begging to offer themselves as tribute. It was just as she deserved.

“Anything, eh?” she said. She glanced down at Cindy and Cindy gave her boot another kiss. “I think something can be arranged. Of course, it isn’t really up to me. Jessica and Kaylee will be the ones making the final decision on if we keep you.”

“Of course,” said Sarah happily. “Thank you. Thank you so much. A chance is all I ask. I’ll do anything they say to make them happy.”

Eleanor pouted. “See that you do.”

She slowly removed her boot from Pete’s neck. He rolled away, gripping his throat, coughing and gasping for air. His face had turned blue.

“Come along then,” said Eleanor to Sarah and tugging on Cindy’s leash. “We’re done here.”

Cindy followed at the side of her goddess on her hands and knees. She passed her daughter and stared into her eyes. Something passed between the two of them: a shared moment of embarrassment and arousal. A new chapter in their lives was beginning. For better or worse, this was the path they had both chosen.

Did Sarah truly understand the risks? Cindy had personally seen and felt Jessica’s cruelty. She took delight in meanness. She was the most overtly sadistic of all the Noble women. Sarah would suffer horribly. But maybe that was what Sarah wanted. If this was her dream, who was Cindy to stand in her way?

Not that she could anyway. Eleanor clouded her mind. It was as if she truly held divine sway over her actions and thoughts. Would she ever question the wisdom of her goddess, even at the expense of her own daughter? She preferred not to think about that.

Pete tried to raise himself from the floor but collapsed back down again. “S-Sarah…please…don’t. Don’t leave me.”

Sarah gave him one final regretful glance as she ducked her chin and crawled behind Eleanor on her hands and knees out the front door onto the driveway. Like mother like daughter.

Eleanor opened her trunk and released Cindy’s leash for her to climb inside with Sarah following. Cindy was like an old dog, showing the enthusiastic puppy how to behave on a car ride. Eleanor chuckled at them both before she slammed the trunk shut in their faces.

Cindy stared at Sarah. She was still the same girl she had raised. Her daughter. Her best friend in the world. Maybe this really was for the best? At least Sarah would not be embarking on this life of servitude and abuse alone. Cindy would be there to help and support.

As Eleanor revved her engine and put her foot down on the pedal, Cindy took Sarah’s hand in her own and squeezed it tightly. They shared a hopeful smile together.

They were where they belonged.