Chapter 11
Lucy Wyatt wanted to die. She just wanted to die. After what she had just witnessed there didn't seem to be any point to living. She and her family had been totally corrupted to the point of complete moral degradation.
The day had started badly and it just got worse as the morning wore on. Lucy felt nervous and irritable. She couldn't concentrate on her work either. The poor woman decided she was going through drug withdrawal from something put in the tea. She couldn't imagine the motive if that was the case. She was already a helpless pawn between Karen and Beth. What more did they want? Lucy had plenty of sick time accumulated so she decided to plead illness and go home early.
She saw Karen walking up the driveway as she pulled on to her street and Lucy didn't think anything of it. She just hoped to avoid the girl and go straight to bed. When she walked into the living room and found her children in an incestuous coupling Lucy saw her whole world dissolved into shambles.
The distraught woman in the beginning had tried to place all the blame on Karen but it was now obvious Barry was no less guilty than his girl friend. Barry had obviously seduced his sister and with no assistance or coercion from Karen. Karen had been the provocateur perhaps but Barry had certainly managed to take advantage of every situation to the benefit of his libido. Absolutely shameless! There was no way he could explain away his shameless behavior after taking advantage of his little sister. Lucy was no less hard on herself. Wasn't she the most mature among all of them, the authority figure? Lucy knew that if she had acted her age and kept her wits none of this would have happened.
Lucy had been walking aimlessly for a while and finally looked up to realize she was more than a mile from home. She decided it was fortunate she wasn't driving because she probably would have wrecked the car by now. Not that she cared for herself any more but she didn't want anyone else hurt or killed because of her inattention. Lucy was walking in the general direction of the college and decided to keep on walking that way. Beth lived in that direction. She had to talk to someone and Beth seemed privy to everything that had gone on so far. There certainly wouldn't be any risk in trying and besides, Beth might offer Lucy a cup or two of her special tea.
Doubts kept crowding Lucy's mind as she walked toward her destination. Should she call first? She wasn't even sure if Beth was home. Would Beth accept an appointment if Lucy called first? Would Beth turn her away if she just knocked on the door? These and other doubts gnawed at Lucy's mind but she knew she couldn't turn back. She just couldn't deal with what was going on in her home. When Beth answered the door she didn't seem at all surprised to see her.
"Please come in, Lucinda and sit down. Would you like some tea? You're lucky you've caught me home. I've only been here a few minutes." Lucy sat down while Beth walked in and out of the kitchen, talking about trivialities without really expecting a response. She seemed so efficient, so confident and so beautiful. Her life seemed so perfect while Lucy's was a mess. Beth seemed so in control. Lucy had always thought she was in control but it was all an illusion. And those legs, Beth's beautiful legs. How Lucy longed to touch them and caress them.
"Mistress," Lucy suddenly blurted out.
"Excuse me, Lucinda. What did you say?" Beth had stopped in mid stride while carrying in the tea service.
"I said mistress." The middle-aged matron slipped from the chair to her knees. How right it sounded to Lucy's ears especially when addressing Beth.
"Would you mind explaining yourself?" Beth sat down and poured herself a cup of tea. She didn't offer a cup to Lucy.
Lucy sighed and tried to gather her thoughts. "Karen said I was a natural slave and that I longed to have a master. She claimed to be that master. For a few moments she had me convinced that it was absolutely true. I was absolutely amazed how easily I was persuaded. Of course, I resisted but the more things piled up on me the more I wanted someone to take control of me and tell me what to do so I wouldn't have to think or have any more responsibilities.
"I finally decided that Karen was right but she was wrong, too. I am a natural slave but she is not my mistress." Lucy heart was pounding so loudly she was sure Beth could hear it beating. "I am a slave," she declared. "I am your slave." She reached out to caress Beth's leg but Beth scooted her chair back.
"I've not accepted you as my slave yet," said Beth calmly. "Besides, a slave must never touch her mistress' person unless given leave to."
Lucy nodded. There was so much to learn if she was lucky enough to become Beth's slave. To heck with her career and family. The children were old enough to take care of themselves. They could have the house if they wanted. All that Lucy wanted to do was serve Beth.
"Now tell me everything that has occurred since the beginning and leave nothing out."
Beth nodded and began to speak. She remained on her knees since she wasn't given permission to sit in the chair again. Lucy told Beth the facts from the moment she'd burst in on her son a week before. God, it seemed like a lifetime ago. There was little Beth didn't know but there were a few details she'd not been aware of and she asked clarifying questions.
It didn't take long in the telling but when she finished her narrative Beth rose out of her chair and began to pace the floor furiously. She was clearly angry and disgusted because of what she'd been told. Lucy would certainly understand if Beth told her she wasn't even fit to be a lowly slave. Finally Beth said, "I never should have allowed things to go this far." She seemed to be talking to herself. Lucy wanted to ask Beth what she meant but she knew slaves shouldn't speak unless spoken to. Lucy wanted to show Beth she could learn to be a good slave. "You've had a rough day," Beth said finally speaking to Lucy. "I want you to go into my bedroom and rest. You may use my bed but you're not to leave until I come and get you. I have to make some phone calls and I don't wish to be disturbed. Is that understood?"
"Yes, mistress," Lucy responded. She rose from her kneeling position, walked straight into the bedroom and closed the door. Inside Lucy found a very feminine but cluttered room. She wondered if she should straighten it up first but then decided that that would not be obeying her mistress. The older woman undressed and crawled under the covers of the rumpled bed. It was so exciting to be in her mistress' bed. She hoped Beth would be there soon to begin teaching her slave hood. Lucy didn't she'd be able to rest very well but she was soon drifting off to sleep. She felt safe. She felt warm. And the sheets were so soft and...
Lucy didn't know how long she had slept but awakened when she heard the bedroom door open. One look told Lucy that things hadn't gone as Beth wanted them to. She appeared nervous and agitated. Lucy began to regret barging in on this young woman's life and trying to unload her own troubles on Beth.
"I apologize for letting this situation get out of hand," said Beth.
"There's really no need..."
"Quiet, please. I want to explain something to you. As I've told you before Karen fancies herself a slave trainer but she doesn't have the talent to be one. I've tried to teach her but it's a waste of time. She can't grasp the concept that entering into erotic slavery is a voluntary decision on the part of the slave. She's certain to get thrown into jail if she keeps this up. The only thing I do is to train the person who is already psychologically ready and willing. If I have any doubts about a person's suitability for slavery I warn my client so there aren't any problems later on.
"Karen's concept of slavery comes from fantasy novels and movies that feature force and intimidation. When I first heard of her plans for you I thought I had time enough to throw roadblocks in Karen's path in order to discourage her but I underestimated her and she moved much more quickly than I anticipated. I apologize for not acting sooner and I'll minimize the damage done as soon as possible. I'm afraid I've been distracted with a crisis of my own. You see, I've been experimenting around with heterosexuality and I've just found out I'm pregnant." Beth turned beet red and looked very ashamed of herself, sort of like a little girl who had been caught doing something naughty. To Lucy the woman suddenly looked very human and fallible.
"May I ask some questions?"
"Yes, please," said Beth. "I warn you, I don't much feel like a mistress right now and I might wind up crying on your shoulder."
"That's all right," said Lucy. "Is Barry the one who impregnated you?"
Beth looked stunned. "H-how did you guess? Barry doesn't even know yet."
"I spent the night in his bed recently. I got to know his scent pretty well. I detected the same scent on your pillow and sheets. It was an educated guess."
"A pretty good educated guess I would say. I knew Barry liked me and I liked him as a friend. I had never before experienced sex with a male. I just didn't have the interest before. But I was curious and I decided to try it. It didn't take much to convince Barry to sleep with me. In fact, he was all for it."
"I can imagine you didn't have to twist his arm very much," Lucy commented.
"You're right. Anyway, I made him wear a condom and I insisted on being on top. I even wanted to tie him up so he wouldn't grab me but he promised to behave. I didn't like it at first, I can tell you but I was intrigued enough to continue experimenting with Barry all summer even up to this morning. Sometime along the way one of the condoms leaked and now I'm an expectant mother. A home pregnancy test gave me a positive reading and now my doctor has confirmed it."
"Are you going to keep the baby?"
"Of course I'm going to keep the baby even if Barry doesn't want to marry me."
"You'd marry my son?" Lucy was aghast. "I think that would be a big mistake."
"You think so?"
"Definitely," said Lucy. "I'd love nothing better than to have you as a daughter in law. In fact I fantasized about it when I first met you but now I wouldn't wish Barry on any woman. He's immoral and irresponsible. I doubt if he'll ever be able to support you and the child and he'll certainly cheat on you."
"You're probably right. In fact, I sort of feel like he cheated on me today when he seduced Amy. You see, this morning I sort of told Barry I loved him and we should get married."
"Can lesbians do that?"
"Probably not," said Beth. "I think I'm probably a latent bisexual," she added then laughed without humor.
"I think you should know Karen has her own plans for Barry. She's told me she wants to have Barry's child and they've been having plenty of unprotected sex. What if she's pregnant also?
"Then Karen and I shall duel to the death for the hand of the fair Barry," Beth declared drawing and lifting an imaginary sword into the air.
"Be serious," Lucy urged. "I know from personal experience that Karen is very dangerous and she won't take kindly to any interference with her plans. Besides, Barry seems very much taken with that girl."
"Oh, I think the thrill is gone for Barry. He was here this morning asking me to help him get her off his back. He said he would have dumped her already except for that blackmail."
"There's that, too, "said Lucy. "I'm sure she won't hesitate to spread her tale if we kick her out."
"It might be risky but I have a plan. If it works you can go back to having a normal life."
"I don't want to go back to having that life. A slave's life sounds very attractive to me right now."
Beth sat down on the bed beside Lucy. "Listen to me. I really think you have good slave potential but I don't need a slave. I need a friend and an adviser. I'm sure my child would appreciate two grandmothers to spoil him, not just one. Even if you don't officially become my mother in law I'd like to think of you that way. Are you with me?"
Lucy sighed and smiled. "Of course I'm with you, darling. I think my only regret is that I'll always have this unrequited fascination with your legs."
Beth laughed. "Well, anything can happen between consenting adults." The young beauty slipped off her shoes and stood up. In a few deft moves her skirt and top were lying in a heap on the floor and she was clad only in her bikini panties.
"Beth, you're so beautiful," Lucy gushed.
"You think so? Thanks! I won't be this way for long and it's your son's fault," Beth declared in mock indignation. "I can feel changes taking place inside me already. Pretty soon I'll be bloated and ugly with swollen ankles." She removed her panties and crawled onto the bed beside Lucy. "You'd better take advantage of my good looks while you can." She kissed Lucy tenderly on the lips. "Use your tongue to make me cum, slave."
Lucy bent to her task but not before kissing and caressing Beth's slim and lovely legs. They felt so smooth and firm to the older woman's touch. She would have spent the next hour admiring young blonde's legs but Beth huffed with impatience, spreading her legs and directing Lucy's mouth toward her pussy. Beth obviously took the dominant role in even her "consenting" relationships thought Lucy. The older woman was all the more eager to please surrendering easily to Beth's direction. As Lucy used her tongue to repeatedly bring Beth to orgasm she felt her own need to cum building up but Beth kept her at her task and finally pushed her away when it was obvious that Lucy was too exhausted to continue. Lucy wondered why Beth was being so mean but finally realizing that she was being given a little taste of what it was like to be a slave. A slave had to derive her pleasure from pleasing her mistress. A slave could not expect a mistress to return the favor. Maybe slave life isn't so attractive after all, thought Lucy.