Jodie’s Slaves Part Three

Chapter 5

Secret world, Girl kisses, Julie’s first step, Two birds one stone

Jodi

I looked at the beautiful bed Barb had put in my room. It was heavy and beautiful with thick carved wood posts and an arching metal framework tying them all together overhead. It needed curtains…sheer, floaty fabric to fall from the center ring over the posts and puddle on the floor.

I was going to kill two birds with one stone today. I had been watching Julie for a couple of weeks now. It was time to begin bringing her into our little game. She was ready. She was fascinated by me, had even tried to imitate my look and speech on occasions. It was truly adorable. I would work her in slowly and the first step was getting this bed just the way I wanted it!

Julie came out of her room and I called to her from the doorway.

“Julie! Come here.” She practically skipped down the hall toward me, smiling happily to have been noticed. I put my arm around her shoulders and turned her to look at the bed.

“Wouldn’t that be stunning with fabric draped over the frame?!” I asked excitedly, “So elegant, like a movie set or something! Want to help me shop for the perfect fabric today?”

“Sure! Right now?” she asked. I bumped her with my hip and slid my hand from her shoulder down her back, pulling her closer once I reached her waist.

“No, goofy! After breakfast. Like your Mom would let us skip that!” We laughed together as we turned to the stairs. I stopped her before we reached the kitchen, touching her collar very lightly when she turned to face me.

“You look really nice today, Julie,” I said quietly, tucking her hair behind her ear. I looked away quickly, as though I was embarrassed and dropped my hand. “I mean…um…that is a good color on you!” I took her hand and pulled her through the kitchen door before she could speak or even think of what she might say.

Barb turned when we came into the kitchen, taking note of our closeness. I tugged Julie over to her and we hugged her together, one on each side.

“Mom! What’s for breakfast?” We said together…it was a good guess on my part, Julie usually says that. Of course, I tugged on Barb’s nipple with my free hand where Julie couldn’t see and made sure my knee ended up between her thighs. My toy was learning! She hugged us back and then tapped our heads.

“Nothing if you don’t get off me and go sit down!” she answered, sounding almost normal. Julie pulled away first, but I hesitated just a second more to give that beautiful nipple one last twist.

Julie smiled at me as I sat beside her.

“Are you going to ask her?” I whispered, but loudly enough for Barb to hear us. She put the plate of pancakes on the table and looked at me quizzically. Julie shrank back a little.

“No! You ask..” I gave her a fake exasperated look and sighed heavily.

“Fine! Barb, can Julie and I take the car to go shopping? We want to make curtains for that fabulous bed you gave me. Please?” I asked.

“Oh, sure, I mean the barn work is not actually part of your job here anyway…” her voice trailed off. Was she disappointed? How sweet!

“No, but I love it!” I assured her, “Maybe when we get back you can show me those new knots again. I don’t think I quite got them right last time.” Actually, I was the one better with knots these days. I had been reading up on shibari and practicing on the bedposts. Barb knew that. It was just a way to tell her she was not off the hook quite yet.

“Okay, well, eat up, you two! Shopping is hungry work…”

After breakfast Barb waved us away saying she had the dishes and we should go and have fun. Julie ran upstairs to grab her jacket while Barb rummaged for her keys. The second I heard Julie’s feet hit the stairs, I grabbed Barb, pinning her to the fridge and kissing her. Reaching under her skirt and slipping my fingers into her panties I slid my finger into her pussy rubbing gently but firmly. Time was short.

“You did beautifully, Pet! Acting like your old self. I am very pleased with you,” I whispered, pinching her clit just hard enough. I kissed her again quickly and squeezed her left nipple as I pushed three fingers inside of her, rubbing vigorously.

Stifling her moans and cries she came, violently, but silently and I kissed her one last time before grabbing the keys just as Julie could be heard on the stairs.

“Don’t forget the cameras,” I whispered to her, “I won’t always remind you, but you have been a good girl this morning.” I raised my voice slightly.

“The pancakes were yummy, Barb. Thank you for letting us take the car!” Then I ran out to intercept Julie in the hallway. Her Mom was in no shape to greet her daughter right now.

Barb

Watching all that porn last night had me on edge already when Jodi and Julie came bouncing into the kitchen. After Bill went to sleep I was up doing what Jodie wanted. A list of stories to read and videos to watch were links on a message. Each page I opened was more sexy and taboo than the next. Illustrated comics of women as slaves to young girls, slaves to their daughters. Women in hard bondage whipped and fucked by lesbain Mistresses. Long minutes of shocking exciting words and images flooded my seat as I sat at my desk in the dark cumming more than once.

When the girls group hugged me I lost it mentally but managed to keep up the mom cooking breakfast facade. It took Jodi less than ten seconds to send me into a spiral of submissive desire and incredible humiliation in front of my step daughter to make it even more taboo than it was in the privacy of the barn. I maintained it as best I could. The nipple pinching, the secrets hidden in her words, the looks and whispers. My pussy was in need from the moment they walked in and when Julie left my knees weakened. There was no resistance left, only need. Need to please Jodie, so she will make me feel. Make me alive.

Jodi

Julie chatted all the way to the mall about my room and what the curtains will do for it. I know she is only a year younger than me, but she is still such a child in so many ways. She talked about purple fabric or, God forbid!, rainbow colored!

When we got to the fabric store and found a gorgeous cream chiffon that would suit perfectly. A sturdier fabric in the same tan as the bedspread would make lovely tiebacks. She was disappointed in the more subdued colors, but I would show her. It was going to be much better this way.

Back at the house, Julie led me to the basement. It was finished and as tastefully as the rest of the house. It was also quite large and had been subdivided for activities. The main section was clearly a family/game area, but one large space off to the side was set up with a worktable and ft supplies, including an expensive Singer sewing machine.

I had taken home ec in school, but this machine was over the top. It could do all sorts of things I didn’t even know a sewing machine could do! It would even embroider all by itself. Julie set it up for me and we hemmed the sheer panels. They would be looped and tied in place, so no other modifications were necessary. The ties were the work of minutes and we trooped up the stairs, arms laden with trailing fabric.

I was just barely tall enough to reach the center ring of the metal framework when I stood on the bed. Julie fed me the fabric and I looped it over until the entire frame was covered in the gossamer fabric and closing the entire bed like it was it’s own room.

“Now, here is why I wanted this color!” I took Julie and placed her at the foot of the bed. I made her put her hands on the posts.

“Now cock your hip out. Okay, head down more. And pout!” I took her picture, showing it to her on the screen.

“Even in jeans I look classy!” she cried, smiling fit to burst.

“Exactly, and this color won’t clash with anything you wear, here…” I took one of my new dresses out of the closet and thrust it at her. “Put this on!”

“Your clothes won’t fit me!” she protested.

“I know,” I winked at her, “But put it on anyway.” It was the spaghetti strap dress and it kept falling off her shoulders. I arranged it so that one strap stayed on while the other slid precariously off the other shoulder. Only her pert nipple kept the dress in place. I took more pictures before reaching to adjust the dress, brushing her breast in the process.

“Oh, I am sorry!” I said, jerking back, “I was just trying to…nevermind…” I turned away and put the camera on the table.

“Jodi?” she asked hesitantly, “Um…do you…like…girls?”

“Yeah,” I said, not turning around, “But I was not trying to hit on you or anything! Please don’t tell your parents!”

“They won’t care, you know, they are not like that, but I would never tell. Your secret is safe,” she assured me. I fingered the camera on the table.

“I was going to take some more pictures, but now…” I shrugged.

“Jodi! It’s fine! Take them!”

“No. You will think I am trying to…but I am not! I just thought you would be so beautiful!”

“What kind of pictures?” she asked. I turned.

“Lingerie pictures. Like in the bed. With the curtains up and the lighting just right they would have been real art pieces! Not slutty or anything…” I said. I watched her eyes light with interest and her cute nipples tented the forgotten dress as she thought about it.

“Let’s do it!” She grabbed my arms. I let her persuade me and opened my dresser drawer, pulling out one of the few pieces of lingerie I had that would fit her. It was a lace teddy and the slack in the bodice would look more like artful draping if I played it right. She changed and I let her catch me looking once or twice. She was excited by that, I could tell.

“Get on the bed,” I instructed and she climbed up. I positioned her in a sultry pose and snapped some shots before moving her again. After a while, she insisted I join her so I changed too and let her take some shots. Soon we were both lying on the bed, camera forgotten and the new draperies shutting out the whole world. We were laughing at nothing and rolling around when Julie got serious all of a sudden.

“Jodi…is it different, kissing girls?” she asked.

“Different from what?”

“From kissing boys, dummy!” she chirped, pinching my arm.

“Hey!” I protested, rubbing my arm. I pretended to think for a while. “It is different, I guess…I only had bad experiences with men, though, so…maybe I am not the one to ask…Are you….do you think you might be interested in girls?”

“Maybe,” she blushed red and tucked her head.

“Hey! You don’t have to be embarrassed around me…I like girls, duh!”

“Jodi,” she hesitated, “would you…kiss me? Just so I can…”

“Compare?” I finished for her. She nodded and I pushed her back onto the bed, smoothing her hair back and touching her face lightly. I leaned in and touched our lips together lightly before running my tongue over her lips. She opened immediately, eagerly and I deepened the kiss while settling my hand on her waist and running it up…not close enough to scare her, but just to the underside of her breast so she anticipated me touching her there, but never actually got as far as feeling it.

Julie

Back in my room after kissing Jodi, I was so hot my fingers were between my legs as soon as I hit the bed! The whole day was so fun. She is so funny and yet so serious at times. She is so hot and so sexy…omg!

The kissing in that big bed was dreamy beyond belief.

As I rubbed my pussy and started teasing my clit I thought about what we had done and I was feeling . Was I falling in love? Was it the excitement of sex?

What she was saying about bad experiences with men had melted my heart a little. I hated to imagine them being bad to her. I wanted to kiss and make her feel better to be kissed by someone who really cared for her. I had been thinking all day. What if I wanted this to happen? Maybe part of me wanted this to happen when I invited Jodi to live with us. I had practically seduced her. I was afraid I had gone too far and almost backed out but on that bed with her I knew I wanted to go for it. To kiss a girl. To kiss Jodie’s perfect lips.

The pictures she had taken had me feeling incredibly sexy. That bed and room and how I looked hot in her little dress that was sometimes just just half on me. Fuck it was so exciting for her to see me like and take pictures of me posing so sexy. I wanted to look sexy in her eyes.