Chapter 12.

Eleanor awoke and stretched luxuriously, giving a loud yawn that roused Cindy from her own sleep. There was a pleasant twitter of birds outside the window and morning sunlight seeped through the window drapes.

It took a few seconds for Cindy to comprehend where she was. Her mouth and nose were still slotted inside Eleanor’s asshole and the smell immediately made her pussy tingle inside her chastity. She caressed her tongue around Eleanor’s asshole once more, trying to rediscover her delicious crinkle.

“Mmmm,” hummed Eleanor, “what a nice way to wake up. It’s like a full-body massage. You’re quite good at this you know.”

Cindy smiled. She had never done this before. She was pleased her enthusiasm and attention to detail made up for her lack of experience.

Her tongue was raw. It had already been light when her exhaustion had finally overwhelmed her. She had no idea how little sleep she had gained but it didn’t matter. Pleasuring her goddess was adrenalizing. She could barely even feel her aches and bruises from the previous night.

“Maybe I should have you do this every night.”

Cindy whimpered and scurried her crotch against Eleanor’s silken sheets at the suggestion.

Eleanor chuckled. “Would you like that?”

“Yesh, Goddessh,” she said into Eleanor’s asshole.

Eleanor smiled and watched Cindy worship her for a few more minutes before she pulled her away by her leash. Cindy lapped at the air for a second in her eagerness.

“That’s enough,” she said, “I need to pee.”

Cindy stared at Eleanor’s smooth buttocks with longing.

Eleanor sat up and stretched once more, pushing her bosom against her corset and lifting her arms high, forcing Cindy to her knees via her leash.

Cindy was tugged to the floor and followed on the heels of Eleanor as she strode across her room to her en-suite bathroom.

The calming tones, subtle plant life, and zen ornaments were those of an exclusive spa. The heated stone tiles felt amazing under Cindy’s hands and knees, but most importantly, they must have felt cozy on the soles of Eleanor’s bare feet.

Eleanor led Cindy to her toilet, opened the lid, and pointed.

Cindy gulped, looking up at her goddess with watery doe-eyes.

Eleanor smiled. “Go on,” she said, “consider this your reward for pleasing me.”

Cindy nudged her back against the toilet and bent so her face was over the bowl. Her breaths were shallow with nerves. She had spent hours happily nuzzling Eleanor’s asshole. Why was this so different? It was just a natural progression. She took a trembling hand to her chastity and quivered it against her mesh as Eleanor spread her legs on either side of the bowl and positioned her glorious pussy directly over Cindy’s face.

Cindy held her breath as a stream of golden piss poured over her forehead, nose, lips, and chin. There was comfort in its warmth, like returning to the womb.

She opened her mouth. She needed to taste it. It was bitter but powerful. Her goddess was inside of her. Her goddess would forever be a part of her no matter what. It was the greatest reward she could have ever received.

Eleanor laughed. “Don’t waste a drop.”

Cindy wouldn’t dare. It was a shame that so much had already slid off her face and into the bowl. She wanted all of it. She wanted to drink it all. She wanted to bathe in it. She lapped with her tongue to try and gain the last drops of her divine nectar.

“Stay there,” said Eleanor as she moved from the toilet to the countertops.

Cindy listened to the buzz of an electric toothbrush and blinked up at the ceiling lights staring down at her as if in judgment.

Eleanor soon returned, smirking down and swirling toothpaste in her mouth. Cindy knew what she wanted and opened her mouth. Eleanor slowly spat the white foam directly from her own mouth into Cindy’s. Cindy swirled it before swallowing the minty paste.

“Thank you, Goddess,” she said.

Eleanor laughed and returned to the countertop. A minute later she loomed back over Cindy with her used floss in hand and dangled it teasingly over the bowl.

“Get it,” she said playfully as if she training a puppy.

Cindy played along chasing the string with her mouth before finally grabbing it between her lips and then guiding it inside her mouth to swallow.

Eleanor chuckled and motioned with her finger for Cindy to turn around.

Cindy flipped herself so her face was pointed inside the bowl. She stared down at the golden toilet water centimeters from her nose. She felt a firm push against the back of her head and her face was submerged. She closed her eyes as Eleanor flushed the chain. She couldn’t breathe as the water rinsed her face and mouth.

Eleanor flushed twice more before she pulled Cindy out by her hair. Cindy spluttered and coughed, blinking water.

“Feel better now?” said Eleanor.

Cindy nodded and wiped her face with her fingers.

“Good, then you can run me a bath and fetch me some breakfast.”

“Thank you, Goddess,” said Cindy weakly.

*

Cindy turned the champagne faucet on Eleanor’s personal free-standing rectangular soaking tub. It was a technological marvel. Three heating zones were built into the shell circulating continuous and stable heat to the body’s most sensitive areas. A therapeutic cushion massaged the lower back and offered perfect support to the head. Air jets at the base of the tub provided an acupressure massage and an integrated oil diffuser spread a light mist of essential oils.

It was less of a bath and more of a rejuvenation chamber, exactly the kind of luxury fixture that only people like Eleanor could afford. For Cindy, she was privileged just to know something like this existed. She added a couple of spoonfuls of deluxe Epsom salts to the crystal-clear water.

Eleanor applied an exfoliating face mask and pouted as she slowly unlaced her corset. Cindy’s eyes widened. She had seen Eleanor’s bare pussy but this was something new and wonderful. She could now see her goddess in all her naked divinity. The aroma of bergamot, sandalwood, and lavender and the romantic mist rising from the bathtub were the ideal sensory accomplices to Eleanor’s body.

“Is it ready?”

Cindy nodded. Her eyes watered at the beauty of the moment. She longed to suck on Eleanor’s erect nipples.

Eleanor raised her foot and used Cindy’s back as a step to enter her bath. She sighed contentedly as the toasty water began the process of a full body massage.

“Phone,” she said.

Cindy closed a white quartz tray over the tub and placed Eleanor’s iPhone Pro Max upon it. Eleanor picked it up lazily and swiped her finger over the screen. The lights dimmed and her water transformed into the color of honey. It was as if she was bathing in pure liquid gold. Ambient music began to play from surround speakers. She closed her eyes.

“Breakfast,” she said sleepily.

“At once, Goddess,” said Cindy, crawling from the bathroom on her hands and knees, dragging her own leash across the tiles.

*

Cindy’s only nourishment since yesterday morning had been Eleanor’s ass, pussy, and pee. As much as she valued every drop of Eleanor, her hunger and thirst made her feel weak. It was difficult to pull herself up to the kitchen countertops. Her legs wanted to buckle immediately and send her back to the floor. She had barely slept and the sides of her head felt as if they were being drilled. Her arms trembled as she turned on the faucet. She cupped her hands under the water and slurped it up. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give her the boost she needed to prepare Eleanor’s breakfast to the high standard Eleanor expected and deserved.

After such a long night of drinking and having fun, Eleanor probably needed something to aid her rehydration. Cindy decided on a bowl of organic fruit and berries, avocado on whole grain toast, green tea, freshly squeezed orange juice, and a mixed berry smoothie with chia seeds, collagen, and coconut water.

She placed everything on a silver tray and popped a single rose in a vase as an extra decorative touch to show Eleanor how much she meant to her.

Jessica and Kaylee strolled into the kitchen, blocking her exit. They looked especially beautiful with their glowing skin and thick, bouncy blond hair.

Jessica was in high-waist leggings that lifted her powerful buttocks and a yoga bra that showed off her athletic body. Kaylee was in a mini sleeveless playsuit with gemstone embellishments. They both grinned happily as they invaded Cindy’s personal space, forcing her to back up against the countertop.

Cindy raised the tray to cover the vicious bruises Kourtney had left over her breasts. She looked anxiously down at Eleanor’s breakfast. Eleanor was expecting her. She could not dare to keep her goddess waiting for long.

“What’s that look for?” said Jessica, “aren’t you pleased to see us?”

Cindy smiled nervously. “Of course, Miss. I’m just, um, sorry I haven’t had time to prepare you both breakfast. Had I known you were up-”

Jessica scoffed. “Like we want any of this crap. I’m driving Kaylee to Delicacéfor coffee and bagels. I’d have told you to go fetch it for us, but you’d probably just fuck it up like you did the last time.”

Cindy nodded sadly but was secretly relieved. The last thing she needed this morning was to chase after Jessica’s demanding orders.

“You have other things to worry about anyway.”

Cindy gulped. She did not like the evil glint in Jessica’s pretty eyes.

Kaylee smiled. “We heard all about your fun night.” She pinched one of Cindy’s bruises. “Sucks to have missed it, but we had our fun instead.”

Cindy flinched from Kaylee’s rough touch. She had hoped she might get away without confronting what they had done to Sarah. She was too intimidated to do anything about it, and she did not want to be reminded of how terrible a mother she was. All she wanted was to get lost in her living dream of Eleanor. Sarah was too real.

Jessica smirked. “Don’t you want to know what we did to her, freak?”

She really didn’t. But she could never say that. She tried to tell herself that they were just two young women having a good time at the expense of someone plainer, poorer, and more socially awkward. It was all harmless and perfectly normal. They surely wouldn’t have taken it further than that. But the guilt writhing in the pit of her stomach told her otherwise.

“What?”  said Jessica, “got no words?”

“Is…is she okay?”

Jessica and Kaylee glanced at each other and grinned.

“Do you want her to be okay?” said Jessica, edging closer and forcing Cindy to shrink before her. She smelled of the magnolia and lotus flower of Versace Bright Cyrstal.

Cindy felt the tingle in her pussy before Jessica even reached for her chastity. It was so wrong, but she was too turned on to stop these cruel and beautiful girls from hurting her daughter.

Jessica lightly caressed her fingers over Cindy’s metal mesh, pouting her glossy, pink lips.

Cindy whimpered, squeezing her thighs. “Pu-please,” she said weakly. “I-I have to take this to your mom. Please let me go.”

Kaylee joined the fun. She dabbed her finger with her tongue and carefully massaged it around one of Cindy’s hardening nipples. “Do you like thinking about us bullying her?”

Cindy sniffled back her tears. “Yes,” she said, breathlessly.

Jessica continued, cupping Cindy’s chastity in her hand. “Are you excited we’re Sarah’s new bullies?”

Cindy couldn’t hold back and began to cry. Her sexual frustration and guilt were too much to bear. She nodded.

“Do you like that we hurt and humiliate her?”

“Yes,” she said through her tears.

“Should we do it again?”

“Yes, please. Please hurt her.”

Jessica nodded at Kaylee and Kaylee twisted Cindy’s nipple until she yelped.

“Oh my god,” said Kaylee, “what kind of sick freak are you?”

“Right?” said Jessica, “who gets off on their own daughter’s abuse?”

Cindy continued to cry. They were absolutely right. She was a monster. “I'm sorry,” she wailed, more to Sarah than to them.

“Ha. Not as sorry as Sarah’s going to be when we tell her.”

Cindy’s eyes widened in horror. “N-no,” she pleaded, “please don’t tell her. Please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I-”

She could not finish her thought as Jessica punched her hard in the stomach. She lost her breath and slumped down into a squat, struggling to maintain hold of the tray. Even now, Eleanor’s breakfast remained her priority.

Jessica and Kaylee both laughed.

“This is so awesome,” said Kaylee. “Sarah’s going to be crushed when she hears about this.”

“I can’t wait,” said Jessica, taking Kaylee’s hand.

Cindy looked up from the floor to see them saunter, hand in hand, away from the kitchen.

“Please,” she called before they departed, “where is she?”

“We left her in her room,” said Jessica without looking back. “She’s fine…probably.”

They both laughed.

*

Cindy tried to forget about what they had told her, but how could she? Sarah would already feel betrayed by Cindy’s abandonment, not to mention what Jessica and Kaylee may have already told her about Cindy’s perversions. If they really did tell Sarah how her mother was aroused by thoughts of her suffering, it would be the end of any tiny inkling of a mother/daughter bond.

What was wrong with her? Every time she thought she had reached the bottom she found some new way to degenerate even lower. Was it because she hadn’t cum? Yes, that had to be it. She wasn’t really a slut for her own daughter’s destruction, she was just horny. Her sexual frustration was forcing her to sexualize things she would never have dreamed of before. She could still be a normal person and mother, she just needed a cum.

As she entered Eleanor’s bedroom and saw the artistic mural that depicted Eleanor as the goddess Venus rising from the waves, all delusions of normality slipped from her mind. All she wanted was to kneel before her goddess and offer the tribute she deserved. Her pussy spasmed as if in thanks for focusing on more important matters than Sarah's safety.

She returned to her knees and shuffled into the bathroom. She stopped dead upon seeing Eleanor, relaxing in the tub with her head resting on a spa pillow and her naked body luxuriating in the salted water.

Cindy edged close to the tub, bowed her head, and lifted up the tray for her goddess to peruse and pick at the contents.

Cindy could have stayed like that for hours watching her goddess eat and drink. She was endlessly fascinated by every little move she made. No words were spoken between them. It was only when Cindy’s stomach rebelled and released a deep, hungry growl that Eleanor smiled and hummed her pleasure as she slowly drank her smoothie, pursing her voluptuous lips over her glass drinking straw.

Eleanor seemed content within her own head. It was a sacred place that Cindy would never dream of disturbing. She appreciated how hard it must have been for Eleanor to be perfect all the time. People looked to her as an inspiration: an example to aspire to. She was a genetic marvel and a multi-millionaire. She worked hard to maintain her physique and poreless skin.

Losers like Cindy could never understand the challenges Eleanor faced. Who cared if Cindy ate a tub of ice cream or a fatty double cheeseburger? Her body was not a temple. Unlike Eleanor, she deserved no reverence.

After a while, Eleanor stretched her arms from the water. “Okay,” she said, “get the towel.”

Cindy placed the tray carefully on the tiles and scurried to fetch a large, white cotton towel that had been toasting on the warmer.

Eleanor rose from the water just like her mural, Venus reborn. Water dripped elegantly down her silky skin. She stepped out from the tub and Cindy leaped to wrap her perfect body in the warm cotton.

Eleanor placed her hands on her hips. Her tanned skin glistened with moisture. “Dab, don’t stroke.”

Cindy trembled as she felt Eleanor’s shapely body beneath the towel.

Eleanor pouted. “Oil me.”

Cindy whimpered as her pussy tingled at the mention of it. She scampered to the cabinet and found all sorts of deluxe body oils, sprays, lotions, and creams.

Eleanor yawned. “I think the sweet almond today.”

Cindy took the expensive-looking spray and returned to her goddess. Eleanor’s posture was proud. Her breasts were thrust forward and her back was exquisitely curved like a rare Lalique sculpture.

“Be careful,” warned Eleanor, “my skin should be soft, not greasy.”

Cindy would never dare blemish something so precious. She sprayed the oil lightly over Eleanor’s body and rubbed it gently into her velvety skin.

Eleanor pouted a smirk as she reached for Cindy’s key on the gold chain that had remained dangling over her breasts the entire time. Cindy felt sweat drip from her forehead. She wanted it so much. It was the embodiment of every desire she had ever held.

Eleanor raised a single brow. “Do you think you’ve earned this yet?”

Cindy lost her voice. Was this a test? If she showed her eagerness would Eleanor take that as a show of disrespect and snatch it from her? But if she said nothing, would Eleanor take it as an insult? Would she ever offer it again?

Cindy collapsed to the floor and began to furiously kiss Eleanor’s bare feet. Tears welled in her eyes. She wanted it so much it hurt.

Eleanor tilted her head back and laughed menacingly, with one hand still on her hip. “Look at you. You’re so pathetic.”

“Yes, Goddess (kiss) Thank you (kiss).”

“Okay, lie down, face up.”

Cindy cried as she flipped on her back, quivering and circling her hips. It was too much for her little submissive brain to deal with.

Eleanor squatted and carefully inserted the key into the padlocks, clicking them open one at a time.

Cindy wriggled out of chastity and immediately started humping the air.

Eleanor pouted and stood. She lifted one foot from the floor and pressed it flat over Cindy’s wet pussy lips.

“Ew,” she said with a chuckle. “It’s a little slimy.”

Cindy whimpered. “S-sorry, G-Goddess.” She rubbed her crotch against Eleanor’s sole, sliding her lips up and down. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she gasped. “Oh god,” she said, as euphoria streamed through her blood.

Eleanor pressed harder and Cindy squealed. She came within seconds, clawing her fingers over the heated bathroom tiles and scurrying her feet. It was the best sex she had ever had. She continued to hump Eleanor’s foot, savoring each moment of her bliss.

Eleanor pulled away and left Cindy twitching. She dangled her foot teasingly over Cindy’s face. Cindy knew what to do. She raised her head and lapped her fluid from Eleanor’s sole with her tongue.

“So,” said Eleanor, “I’ve decided to allow you to be my full-time housekeeper.”

Cindy’s stomach twisted with excitement. She licked even more eagerly.

“But don’t think for one moment I’ve forgotten about your debt. You still owe me for the spa. Not to mention all those glasses Sarah smashed. Oh, and don’t think you can get away with not paying Kourtney back for ruining her Amalfi tank top.”

“Yes, Goddess,” she said in a daze, still licking Eleanor’s foot.

“Of course, it’s pointless to expect you to find the money on your own.”

“Yes, Goddess. I’m sorry I’m so poor. You deserve better.”

Eleanor pouted an evil smirk. “You’re going to work hard to pay it all off, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“Although, your chores are hardly work. I mean, why would I pay you for something you do for free? No, I have something far more involved in mind for you.”

“Thank you, Goddess. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Yes,” said Eleanor with a sadistic grin, “yes, you will.”