Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep49

Then I found some saved chats. The more I read, the more stunned and shocked I became at what my baby, my sweet innocent Jenny, had been up to right under my nose! I read through some chats with a Dr. Meg, who was clearly seducing my daughter, and later found some chats of my Jenny attempting rather bluntly to submit to some stranger online."

Karen, always one to troll for the shock value, teased, "Do you know who Dr. Meg is?"

"No, idea," I replied, although I was very curious.

"Your next-door neighbour Megan," Karen revealed.

"No!" I responded, totally shocked. Karen had babysat for Megan for over a year. Megan had an adorable young child. It didn't seem possible.

"Yes," Karen rebutted, "isn't that so, Jenny?"

Jenny whispered, almost inaudibly, "Yes."

"And what's more, she is Jenny's and my Mistress," Karen revealed.

I couldn't imagine someone more powerful than Karen so I responded, slightly dazed by yet another bombshell, "I can't believe that."

"Believe it, slut, but believe it or not for now, soon you'll receive your proof when you're on your knees with both of us beside you on ours, submitting to her too," Karen proclaimed. "I feel just like John the Baptist, saying that!" she chuckled irreverently.

Megan was a beautiful woman and until this very moment I'd considered her as just a friendly, sweet neighbour. But now with my own naughty side unleashed, I could imagine her exactly as Karen described, as a powerful Mistress whom I too longed to please.

"Do you want to submit to Mistress Megan?" Karen asked me.

"Do I have a choice?" I responded.

"We always have a choice," Karen pointed out.

was right. I could have prevented this submission to her from occurring... maybe. But a dark side of me, a side I'd held in check for a long time, too long, had finally come out of hiding, and once out, there was no going back. "Yes, I suppose so," I responded, trying to avoid sounding as eager as I really was and

"We can talk about your submission to

and reading her private stuff! Conflicted and confused, I shut down her computer and contemplated how I might deal with this. I didn't get anywhere, so I just went to bed and jilled off endlessly before falling asleep. "The next day, yesterday, I must confess I spent hours online,

important," I responded, trying desperately to make

like be punished in front of your

teen might do to me and how that would make me look to my daughter, as if it could get any worse than it already was! My face flushed with embarrassment I admitted, "There was a story called 'Mommies Make Good Puppies' about a daughter who dominated her Mom and made her into her pet, like a puppy. I can't explain it, but such utter submission had me so wet, I ended

any toys?" Karen

"No," I admitted.

change that very soon," Karen

agreed, although the smirk on her face had me

"So

a brush fantasizing about being your daughter's

adamantly denied, "I got off on the utter submission, not the incest part." "Sure you did," Karen

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my daughter right here in the room watching Karen dominate me and imagining who knows what. "Jenny, would you like

open, mortified at the question. Jenny luckily had the same mindset

seems like she would be a very good little pet for you. A very obedient little pet. She comes highly recommended... by me," Karen teased,

me, "Whatever. Maybe later. So then what

incest conversation was over, hopefully forever, I continued, "Yesterday I did my best to avoid the temptation of my newfound libido, but I ended up spending a few more hours on Literotica. I learned I could search by tags and searched under the lesbian

the dam breaks, it really

again, although my face was probably stuck on ruby red forever. "I also tried endlessly to think of a way of talking to my daughter. Jenny, I still hadn't come up with a plan that looked at all feasible by the time you were due to return home last night, so I just chickened out, fled to a donut shop and sat there stuffing my face with pastries while I avoided the inevitable confrontation with you, knowing I couldn't hide forever. By the time I came home and snuck in the front door you were asleep in

would say so," Karen

her comment, I continued, "Which I guess leads us

Karen responded, her sexual innuendo impossible to miss.

me in this submissive predicament, this humiliating, yet utterly enthralling submission. "Yes," I agreed, my shame burning so hot I thought I looked like I

a knock on the door just before twelve. I was still in my robe, having a very lazy Sunday while I just sat around fretting nonstop about you, quite frankly. I opened the door and there was Karen in her usual cheerleading outfit. I told her you were out at the mall or something, but she said she was here to see me. I invited her in, unsure why she would