Chapter 5.

Cindy outright refused to leave the bathroom and Sarah eventually got the message she had claimed it as her new bedroom. It was totally unreasonable to take sole possession of a shared space in the household, but Sarah was far more understanding than Cindy expected or deserved.

She wished Sarah would yell at her. It would have made her guilt easier to bear. But Sarah was sweet. She knew her mom and dad were having difficulties. She even offered Cindy her ear to confide in.

Why did she have to be so nice?

Cindy could never admit that she was sleeping in the bathroom because her old high school obsession from twenty-five years ago, her keyholder and goddess, had ordered her to. How understanding would Sarah be if she discovered her mom was a total humiliation slut?

At work, Cindy felt sick as she apologized to her manager for her absence. She politely accepted his criticism and promised to do better. She hated it. Compared to what she had experienced with Eleanor, her job was pointless and mindless. The only thing that made stacking shelves bearable was knowing that with each passing second, she was closer to being reunited with Eleanor. She just had to get through the weekend.

As Eleanor had suggested, she convinced Sarah to lend her some money for presents. It was embarrassing to explain she was in financial difficulty. Thankfully, Sarah didn’t push her too hard. She agreed to pay her rent three months in advance to “help out.” Cindy was overcome. She hugged and kissed her daughter. It was lucky Sarah didn’t have any friends or much of a life outside of Burger King or her computer. It had allowed her to save up for more cash than Cindy thought she could.

She used some of Sarah’s money to stock her cupboards with as much plain, tasteless food as she could find. It was a relief to eat something other than macaroni noodles. Now she could treat herself to boiled rice, oatmeal, and saltine crackers!

But the vast majority of Sarah’s money was to buy welcoming home gifts for Eleanor and the girls. She wished she could have gotten them all expensive fashion and tech, but she had to be realistic. She decided to buy them each twenty forever roses. Pink for Alison, lavender for Jessica, and vibrant red for Eleanor. With proper care, they would last upwards of a year. Cindy prayed Eleanor would keep her around for that long. They came to just under $700.

Cindy felt guilty spending Sarah’s money like that, but it wasn’t as if she was lying to her per se. She really didn’t have anything left after Eleanor had taken her credit and debit cards. And besides, Sarah didn’t have any real hobbies, interests, or friends. What else would she spend money on? Steam? It was an objective truth that Eleanor and her daughters deserved flowers more than Sarah needed her money. Cindy felt her stomach knot with just how wrong and arousing those thoughts were.

She spent any free time she had after work kneeling in the corner as Eleanor had instructed before snuggling against her toilet paper on the bathroom floor to get some sleep.

Her chastity drove her insane. The mesh over her pussy constantly teased her. It was perfectly designed to make Cindy think that she might just get a fingernail inside one of the holes and lightly stroke down her lips. Of course, she was always left frustrated and distraught each time. So close and yet so far.

She hoped Eleanor would approve of her gifts in the morning so that she may consider unlocking her for just a few minutes...

*

Cindy stood to attention outside the gates to Eleanor’s estate as if she were an 18th-century servant, awaiting the arrival of her masters. She was holding the three boxes of forever roses against her body.

She heard Eleanor’s high-powered V8 turbo engine roaring down the road and she bounced on the balls of her feet in her excitement. Eleanor’s personalized golden license plate on the jet-black SUV glimmered in the sunlight. ELEANOR1. Cindy squinted to try and catch sight of them through the tinted windows but was left disappointed.

The gilded gate slowly opened as if sensing Eleanor’s approach. Eleanor drove straight through without stopping to acknowledge Cindy and headed toward her French Chateau-inspired mansion.

Cindy watched, wondering if it was right for her to enter without explicit permission. But when the gate started to close, she took a chance and snuck through before it closed and started the long walk up the driveway.

Eleanor and the girls were waiting for her when she arrived. Eleanor wore a close-fitting black tank top tucked into Saint Laurent booty pants and a crocodile-skin belt with a golden Hermes buckle. The key to Cindy’s chastity dangled teasingly on a gold chain between her breasts.

Alison wore a baby pink racer crop top with matching high-waist cashmere jogging pants and sneakers.

Jessica had opted for a grey sports bra with matching Gucci jogging pants, sneakers, and an open flannel shirt.

Eleanor pouted upon Cindy’s approach. “Don’t dawdle, Cindy,” she said, “our cases aren’t going to unpack themselves.”

“Sorry, Goddess,” said Cindy, hurrying her pace.

Jessica scrunched her face. “What are you carrying? Flowers?”

Cindy blushed.

Jessica stared and folded her arms. “Tell me those aren’t our presents.”

Cindy stammered as she looked at the displeasure on all of their pretty faces. “Th-their expensive, Miss,” she said hopefully. “They’re forever roses. They’ll last twelve months.”

Alison stomped her foot and Cindy jumped, remembering how it felt to have Alison’s perfect sneaker slamming down on her face.

“This is bull shit,” said Alison. “I wanted a real present.”

Jessica sneered. “Maybe she’s asking you to prom, sis.”

“Ewww. Jess! That’s so creepy.”

Jessica sniggered. “It’s not my fault. She is a fucking creep.”

“Mom!” whined Alison. “This isn’t fair. I wanted earbuds.”

Eleanor inhaled deeply, inflating her chest intimidatingly before sighing through her nose.

Cindy gulped.

Eleanor was firm, pointing her finger. “You’ve disappointed my daughters, Cindy. What have you got to say for yourself?”

Cindy had tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Goddess. Miss Alison. Miss Jessica. I’ll, um, take them back and get you something else.”

“Oh no, you won’t.”

A bead of sweat dripped down the side of Cindy’s forehead. Dread prickled over her skin.

“You’ve got chores to complete and I’m not having you waste time going back to whatever second-rate florist you picked these out from. I mean really, Cindy, flowers? What were you thinking?”

Jessica grinned, relishing her mother’s reprimand. “I think the red ones must be for you, Mom. Isn’t red a symbol of love?”

“Oh my god,” laughed Alison, “you’re right. What the fuck?”

Eleanor smiled. “Is that right, Cindy? Do you love me?”

Cindy felt hot. Her armpits and palms dampened. What was the right answer? She hadn’t considered it as “love” before, more as an infatuation. But the truth was, Eleanor had rarely left her thoughts for twenty-five years. The ache in Cindy’s heart gave her the answer. She longed for Eleanor. She pined. She needed to be in her life. She absolutely loved her.

“Yes,” she answered softly.

Eleanor’s eyes sparkled with possibility and her smile widened. “Then say it.”

“I-I love you, Goddess. I think, um, I’ve always loved you. I feel…empty without you. I’m sorry about the flowers, please don’t send me away. I’ll do better next time.”

Eleanor chuckled.

“Gross,” said Alison.

“Hey, freak,” said Jessica, “it isn’t enough to tell someone you love them. You have to show them.”

“That’s what the flowers are for, baby,” said Eleanor.

They all had a good laugh. Cindy shuffled awkwardly.

Jessica continued. “Anyone can buy flowers, Mom. It hardly takes imagination. I mean, we’ve all had plenty of losers buying things for us, it doesn’t prove anything. In fact, it’s the lazy thing to do.” She grinned and placed her hands on her hips. “It’s so much more meaningful when they show how devoted they are. I think she would prove a lot to us by eating every single one of those roses.”

Alison giggled and clapped her hands.

Cindy paled. She glanced at the flowers she had so carefully chosen and borrowed money from her daughter to buy. She looked up at Eleanor who was smiling back at her. There was no hint of defense from her goddess, her love.

Alison sighed impatiently. “What are you waiting for, loser? Do it.”

Cindy slowly kneeled on the ground, placing the boxes before her and inhaling the scent. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe they tasted as good as they smelled? And if it would make Eleanor happy?

She twisted the first red bloom free from its stem. She imagined it as a giant, succulent strawberry as she placed it inside her mouth and chewed it.

Alison and Jessica cheered and high-fived. They both took their phones and started to video the scene. Eleanor watched, pouting with amusement.

After a weekend of eating the most watery, plain food available, Cindy’s mouth erupted in sensory pleasure. It was sweet, like a green apple. She swallowed and grabbed the next one. She continued until she had eaten all of Eleanor’s red roses, only occasionally stopping to gag.

She burped after the final one and felt a sharp pain in her stomach as if thorns were jabbing her insides. She moaned and clutched herself, rocking on her knees. She felt the discharge coming and covered her mouth with her hand just as she vomited, spraying through the gaps in her fingers onto the remaining flowers.

Alison shrieked. “Ewwwwwww. Gross!”

“I’m s-sorry,” said Cindy weakly.

Eleanor scowled. “That’s disgusting, Cindy.”

“I know, Goddess, I’m so so sorry.”

“Oh my god,” said Alison. “Mom! It stinks.”

Jessica snickered into her phone.

Eleanor clicked her fingers and pointed away to the wall by her side. “Cindy,” she warned, “get your ass over there right now. I don’t want you anywhere near our things looking like that.”

Cindy crawled, following the line of Eleanor’s arm, crushing the vomit-coated roses under her knees. Jessica gave her a hard kick up her backside to help her along which made Cindy yelp.

She arrived at the wall and saw a silver hose mounted on the wall. Eleanor and the girls followed.

“Strip,” said Eleanor, yanking the hose. She kept her distance as she pointed the heavy-duty nozzle at her. Cindy recognized it as a car wash extension.

Cindy dutifully unbuttoned her sick-stained blouse and revealed her scuffed bra to the three women. She tossed it aside and wriggled out of her pants, finally removing her shoes and socks. She blushed at her exposure.

Alison giggled. “Oh my god. Your bra. Is it like from like 2003? What the fuck? Am I younger than your bra, loser?”

Cindy shrugged her bony shoulders. “I’m not sure, Miss. M-maybe?”

They laughed at her confession. Even Eleanor smiled, shaking her head in bemused disbelief.

Alison continued: “Seriously, why are you so poor? Don’t you hate yourself?”

Cindy sniffled and nodded. She wished more than anything to touch her wet pussy for relief and comfort.

“Cindy,” warned Eleanor, “I never said stop. All the way.”

Cindy gulped and pulled down her panties, showing off her stainless-steel chastity device. Jessica and Alison erupted into even louder laughter. Cindy’s pussy tingled as if magnetically attuned to the key dangling between Eleanor’s breasts.

“And the bra,” said Eleanor.

Cindy unhooked it and revealed her breasts.

Alison giggled and pointed. “Look how teeny they are.”

“Right?” said Jessica, “what are you, like twelve?”

They both had a good laugh at that.

Cindy blushed and instinctively covered herself with her arms. Her small breasts had always been a source of embarrassment. She felt even worse about them in the presence of the powerful bosoms of the three women above her.

“Alright,” said Eleanor, smiling, “turn it on.”

Cindy reached up and twisted the wheel to start the water. She watched as the hose bulged. Eleanor flexed the muscles in her arms to hold it steady as a jet stream of water gushed from the nozzle.

Cindy cringed to defend herself as freezing water slammed into her body. She closed her eyes and spluttered as it got inside her mouth. She was soon choking on it. The girls laughed merrily at her plight.

“Don’t make me do all the work, Cindy,” said Eleanor. “Clean yourself.”

Cindy whimpered and rubbed her hands down her body, scrubbing quickly as if taking a freezing shower.

“Turn around.”

Cindy showed them her buttocks and Eleanor directed the water at her cheeks. Cindy gasped as she tried to rub across her back and bottom.

“Me, me, me,” said Alison.

Eleanor handed her daughter the hose and Alison continued the barrage, giggling the whole time.

Cindy slipped and fell. She huddled herself into a ball and mewled. The cold was endless. She could hardly breathe.

“My turn,” said Jessica, taking the hose and closing the gap on Cindy. She pointed the nozzle directly at Cindy’s head and held it there. Cindy’s cries were drowned out by the barrage and the laughter.

Eleanor tittered, wiping a tear of joy from her cheek. “Okay, sweetie, turn it off now.”

Jessica kept the hose pointed at Cindy’s back as she moved to turn off the supply. When the flow stopped, she threw the hose down at Cindy who was blubbering by her feet.

Eleanor pouted a smirk. “This is much better. Those clothes were offensive. You look much cuter naked like this.”

“Th-thank you, Goddess.” The compliment made her happy despite her shivers, sobs, and the chattering of her teeth.

“Once you’ve dried yourself off in the sun, you can clean up your mess and unpack our things. Don’t dawdle, though. I have a surprise waiting for you when you’re done.”

*

Cindy found Eleanor and the girls luxuriating on the patio over chaise loungers that overlooked the tennis court and pool. She was naked save for her collar and chastity, carrying a jug of iced green tea and a selection of organic berries on a silver tray. She placed it on the table and poured each of them a glass.

Eleanor leaned one elbow on the back of her lounger and drummed her fingers over a glossy onyx box inscribed with a golden ankh. Cindy recognized it as the same type of box Cindy’s chastity and collar had been delivered to her inside.

“Hey loser,” said Alison, breaking Cindy’s fixation on the box. “How do you like serving us naked? It must feel pretty good to finally get some sun on that pasty skin, right?”

Cindy blushed. It was actually a relief to not wear clothes around them. There would be no more anxiety over what to wear. She owned nothing that could compete with their luxury fashion. Eleanor had taken that worry away from her. “Um, yes, Miss. Thank you.”

Alison’s cheeks dimpled adorably as she giggled.

Eleanor rooted inside her Gucci Dionysus shoulder bag that was resting on the seat next to her and pulled out a matching Ophidia bag. She retrieved several sleek credit cards. “Here,” she said to Cindy, separating Cindy’s dull cards from her own and tossing them onto the patio floor. “Maxed.”

Cindy had known this was coming. She knew what little remained on her limit would never have been enough to satiate the appetites of Eleanor and her family. They were used to the best. They deserved the best. Cindy’s finances were always going to struggle to keep up. She hung her head in apology, hoping she had proven she could still be useful to Eleanor, even if she was now destitute.

Eleanor pouted. “It was very embarrassing to find out your cards were worthless. Do you think it’s fair that I had to use my own money to cover our expenses when our weekend was supposed to be your treat?”

Cindy’s bottom lip quivered with the fear of losing her. “No, Goddess. I’m sorry.”

Jessica scoffed. “Seriously. What kind of freak lets themselves max out? Don’t you know anything about fiscal responsibility?”

Eleanor reached for her iced tea. “Poor people tend to be careless with their finances, baby. It’s one of the reasons they stay poor.” She wrapped her luscious lips around her straw and sucked.

Cindy watched, far more concerned with Eleanor’s enjoyment of the iced tea than their insults. Eleanor placed it back on the table without complaint and Cindy twitched a smile.

“For example,” continued Eleanor, “tell us how you spent your weekend when not serving your corner time, Cindy.”

“I, um, caught up on some work, Goddess.”

“And where do you work?”

“Krogers, Goddess.”

Jessica and Alison laughed at this.

Eleanor chuckled. “And how much do you make an hour?”

“A…little over m-minimum wage, Goddess.”

“Ew,” said Alison, “what is that, like a hundred dollars an hour? Why bother getting out of bed for that?”

“Ha,” said Jessica, “it’s much less than that. It’s like ten dollars an hour or something.”

Alison’s eyes widened. “Oh my god. Seriously? What can you even buy for ten dollars? What’s the point? I think I’d kill myself if I had to work for that. Mom, how much does she owe you?”

“$1200 from the spa, baby.”

"So, the loser has to work 120 hours to pay you back? No fucking way. That’s hilarious. Hey, loser, why do you work such a crappy job?’

Cindy wrung her hands. “Well, Miss, um, it was all I could get. I didn’t leave school with much of anything.”

Jessica snickered. “Other than a massive crush on my mom you pervert.”

Eleanor smiled. “You see? Poor people work long, pointless shifts for barely enough money to live on while their superiors profit immensely from their labors. For example,” she took her phone from her pocket and scrolled. “Did you know I own shares in Krogers, Cindy? Let’s see…it’s at 50.97 right now and I bought it for 7.41. That’s a 588% rise in value. What do you think about that? While you’ve been wasting your life toiling away for minimum wage, I’ve been making hundreds of thousands of dollars at your expense without lifting a finger. I’m not the only one either, so many of us keep getting richer off the backs of all you little worker ants who facilitate the growth in our profits.”

Cindy knew nothing about stocks. She wouldn’t even know where to start. She squirmed, wishing she could rub her pussy to the idea that she had always been serving Eleanor, even when she hadn’t realized it. Of course, Eleanor had profited off Cindy’s work. It was how it was meant to be.

“You’re so much smarter than me, Goddess.”

“And you know what else?” said Eleanor, leaning forward intimidatingly. “While you were working this weekend for less than the cost of our lunch, my assets were increasing in value. I made over $150,000, and all I had to do was get pampered. And you know what’s really funny? I didn’t even pay for it. You did.”

Jessica and Alison laughed at her mom’s joke.

“Hey,” said Jessica, kicking the side of Cindy’s thigh, “what do you say?”

Cindy yelped. “Th-thank you, Goddess.”

“Oh my god,” said Alison, giggling. “She’s so spineless. I love it.”

Eleanor smiled and circled her boot, drawing Cindy’s eye to the expensive leather. Cindy whimpered, staring at the point of the boot, silently begging.

Eleanor nodded and Cindy immediately dropped to her knees. She crawled over the patio and took a long, heavy sniff at the leather. She felt like the luckiest person in the world. How many people got a chance to be close to something so luxurious? She gently kissed down the length of the boot. If only she could have played with her clit at the same time, she could have died content.

“Listen up, Cindy,” said Eleanor. “I’m not unreasonable. I know you don’t have any money left to repay me right now so I’m willing to make you a deal.”

“Thank you, Goddess,” said Cindy, still kissing.

"I'm hosting a special function soon for some rather powerful people. I’ll need someone to serve drinks and appetizers. If you do a good job, I’ll forgive a portion of your debt.”

“Of course, Goddess,” she said happily. “That sounds amazing. I’d love to.” She would have offered herself for free. Hell, her teenage self was hot with jealousy. She had always dreamed of being invited to one of Eleanor’s parties. This was beyond her wildest dreams.

Eleanor pouted. “This is going to be a lot of work. You’ll need some help. How about that daughter of yours? Sarah was it?”

Cindy froze. Her skin prickled with dread.

Jessica smacked her hands together. “Yes! You should totally ask her to help. This is perfect.”

Cindy doubted it would be as simple as just serving some platters of shrimp and glasses of champagne. The evil sniggers of Jessica and Alison scared her. What would Sarah’s reaction be to seeing her mother curtsey and scamper to the demands of Eleanor and her elite guest list? Sarah would be a witness to her mother’s humiliation. There would be no going back from this. Sarah would know her mother was a humiliation slut. How could she ever look her in the eye after that?

Eleanor frowned. “Is that a problem, Cindy?”

Cindy felt a twist in her stomach. She felt her buttocks burn with the memory of her spanking. “No, Goddess, I think it’s a wonderful idea.” She returned to Eleanor’s boot, kissing even more furiously. “Sarah will be delighted to help out.”

“Good girl,” said Eleanor, reaching down to run her fingers through Cindy’s damp hair.

Cindy smiled and silently purred.

“And you never know,” continued Eleanor, leaning back against her cushions, “if Sarah impresses us, she might find something better for herself than working at a Burger King.”

Eleanor was right. Sarah’s life purpose had to be more than what she was. It was an opportunity for Sarah to show her work ethic to some influential people. Yes, that is how Cindy would spin it. She was being selfish to make it all about herself.

“Well,” said Eleanor, “now that’s settled, I think it’s time for that surprise I promised you.”

Cindy ceased kissing Eleanor’s boot and watched as Eleanor opened the box by her side. Eleanor removed the golden tissue paper and pulled out a braided, black leather leash with a golden bolt snap. Cindy gulped. Her clit throbbed inside her chastity. Eleanor ran the leather between her fingers and then suddenly snapped it tight. Cindy whimpered.

Eleanor leered. “You know what this is, don’t you Cindy?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

Eleanor pouted and clipped it to her collar. Cindy at once felt lesser than she was. Eleanor wrapped the handle tightly in her hand. She opened her legs and forced Cindy’s face toward her crotch. Cindy stared. Eleanor’s golden Hermes buckle was like a crown. Eleanor slowly unzipped her leather pants and Cindy held her breath and humped her chastity against the front of the couch.

Eleanor slid her pants down her hips to reveal a black lace g-string. The laughter of Jessica and Alison faded into white noise. All of Cindy’s attention was fixed on Eleanor as she stretched her g-string aside to reveal her perfect, glistening pussy lips. They were the most delicious thing Cindy had ever seen.

She studied the shape as if they were exquisite sculptures. They were flawless down to the minutest curve. She inhaled deeply the sweet aroma of Eleanor’s arousal and her whole body trembled. Her own pussy would have leaked had it not been safely locked within its stainless steel.

Eleanor smiled and flipped her g-string back, covering her lips with the expensive lace.

Cindy whimpered and looked up at her beggingly.

Eleanor chuckled. “Not yet, Cindy. This is something you must earn.”