Homecoming approaches

By Wednesday, Mid-City High practically pulsed with anxious energy. Homecoming was only a little over a week away, and as always, when a major school social function drew near, it was the focus of nearly all the gossip. Who was going with whom? Who would have the most expensive dress? And of course, the big question: Who would be elected Homecoming King and Queen?

At the moment, Jenna sat at lunch with her friends. None of them suspected that Jenna had enslaved three of their classmates, one of their teachers, a recent graduate, and the recent graduate’s mother. As she took a bite of her mostly tasteless cheeseburger, her eyes darted over to the table where Lexi sat with her group of hangers-on.

“So, has anyone heard of any good parties after the homecoming game or dance?” Julia Santiago, one of Jenna’s teammates on the volleyball team, asked. Jenna looked at her with a smirk.

“Nothing yet,” Jenna replied with a shrug. “Maybe I’ll give my slaves, except for Lexi, homecoming weekend off. It might be fun to throw an epic party at the lakehouse. Of course, I’d need to make sure the dungeon and the basement auction block were locked up, and the latex vacuum beds were removed. Maybe talk to Dad and Antonio to see if any cops might need to be bought off so they’ll stay away,” she thought.

“What!?” Bri Madison, Lexi’s best friend, shrieked, catching the attention of the entire cafeteria by surprise. “You're kidding, right?” Time seemed to freeze as Lexi looked at Bri with a determined look. She slowly stood, picking up her tray, and walked over to the Table where Jenna sat. Every eye followed her as she made the walk. Jenna was almost sure she heard a pin drop when Lexi stopped next to her.

“Jenna, I know I’ve made your life difficult in the past, but I did that because I was struggling with myself,” she said. Despite the low tone she used, Lexi was almost sure that everyone in the cafeteria could hear her. “I’m so sorry, and the truth is I’ve really liked you for years. Will you please let me take you to the homecoming dance?”

Jenna looked at Lexi for a long moment, trying to fight the smile that was trying to pull at the corners of her mouth. She watched as Lexi tightened her grip on the trey and nervously bit her lip. "I’d like that, actually. We’ll call it a fresh start,” Jenna replied, finally showing the smile she had been fighting. Only she and Lexi knew that the joy she felt didn’t come from the prospect of a fresh start. She looked at Maggy Wilkens, who was sitting next to her, with an open seat on her right. “Maggy, do you mind moving down a seat, please?”

“Oh, sure, Jenna.” The dark-haired girl replied before sliding over to the empty seat and allowing Lexi to sit next to Jenna. Almost as soon as the space was open, Lexi sat down.

"Good girl," Jenna thought as conversation resumed around the cafeteria. Jenna was sure that, like her table, all of the conversations revolved around the newly formed "couple."

The day passed with near constant whispering in the halls, especially when Jenna and Lexi passed by. The gossip even extended to volleyball practice. When her day was finally over, Jenna got into her car and looked at her phone. She was not surprised to see a text from Felicia reminding her that she would have a guest arriving soon. She smiled as she typed out a quick reply that she would be there in fifteen minutes and pulled out of the student lot.

Almost exactly fifteen minutes later, Jenna eased her car to a stop along the edge of the farmhouse's driveway. When she got out of her car, she was quickly greeted by Felicia, who was dressed in her typical polo shirt, khaki shorts, and riding boots.

The two spent a few minutes discussing Angelise's training and progress before a white BMW M3 pulled into the driveway and stopped behind Jenna's car. Haylie Campbell stepped out with a smile on her face. Her long blonde hair was styled into a messy bun. She was dressed in a gray suit jacket trimmed in black, with a pink button-down shirt underneath, a knee-length skirt that matched her jacket, and black shoes with three-inch heels.

"Jenna, wonderful to see you again," she said before the two shook hands.

"Nice to see you as well," Jenna said, smiling. "Felicia was just assuring me that Angelise is ready."

"Really?" Haylie asked before turning her head to face Felicia. "It’s barely been a month; that seems quick."

"Her training has been continuous since her arrival, and Ms. Michaels' training program has proven very effective."

"A full demonstration of her skills has been prepared," Jenna added, "She should be just about done preparing dinner."

"Oh, good," Haylie laughed I'm starving."

Inside the farmhouse’s kitchen, Angeliese moved with learned grace as she dished out the last plate of blackened chicken alredo with pene. With each plate, there was also a spinach salad topped with shredded sharp cheddar cheese, sunflower seeds, grape tomatos, black berries, and a light drizzling of chunky blue cheese dressing, and glasses filled with white wine, one with sparkling cider for Jenna. In the fridge, a no-bake blueberry cheesecake would be dessert.

Angelise herself was dressed as she had been whenever she wasn’t undergoing ponygirl training. In a black silk half-bra with white lace trim that supported her ample breasts but kept them mostly bare, a matching short satin silk skirt, black silk stockings held up by a white garter belt beneath her skirt, a tiny white lace thong, and black open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. In her mouth was a white ball gag with a black leather strap, and around her neck a black leather collar with lace frills. Just as she finished, she heard the door open. She quickly made her way back to the stove, placed the empty skillet on the stove, and then turned to the door and performed a graceful curtsy.

“As you can see, Ms. Campbell, she’s become quite an efficient housekeeper and cook,” Felicia said, motioning to the perfectly set table. “Cooking, cleaning, laundry, hell, she even does windows,” She added with a laugh. “Don’t you, Angelise?” She gave an enthusiastic nod.

“As you can see, Haylie, she’s learned to be quite obedient and efficient,” Jenna said before motioning to the table. “Shall we?” The three women moved to the table and began to eat. Angeliese knelt near Haylie, waiting for orders, just as she had been trained to do. When the three women finished what they had prepared, Angeliese then served dessert.

“So, she really prepared all that herself?” Haylie asked as she wiped a small glob of whipped cream away from the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

"Yes," Jenna replied as they watched Angelise gather their plates, silverware, and glasses. She took them to the sink, where she washed and dried them. Once all of the dishes were done, she stood in the center of the kitchen with her back to the three women. She placed her hands behind her back as if she had been handcuffed, and bent over. Her short skirt rose, letting them see the thin strip of lace that divided the fleshy globes of her ass cheeks.

"What's she doing now?" Haylie asked with an amused smile.

"Waiting for inspection," both Jenna and Felicia replied. As they stood, Haylie followed. She watched as Jenna took a wooden spoon from a small crock filled with cooking utensils. She motioned with her arm for Haylie to join her. They waited for Felicia to inspect everything: dish, plate, bowl, glass, and piece of cutlery that had been used.

"All perfectly clean and back where it belongs."

Jenna smiled as she handed the spoon to Haylie. "She made no mistakes; give her a single swat."

"Like one single swat, or one to each cheek?"

"Just one single swat," Jenna replied. Haylie nodded and pressed the head of the spoon against Angelise's right ass cheek. She pulled it back and snapped her wrist forward. The crack of wood against flesh echoed through the kitchen. Angelise hissed as her body jerked in response to the pain, but she quickly stopped herself and resumed the proper position.

"So how often will she do this?" Haylie asked as she motioned to Angelise with her free hand and handed Jenna back the spoon with the other.

"After each domestic task you give her," Felicia answered as Jenna returned the spoon to the crock. She then went to a small, narrow storage cabinet and came back with a pair of black leather handcuffs and a thin chain-link leash. She placed the cuffs on Angelise's wrists and clipped the leash to her collar before handing the leash to Haylie. "Bring her and follow us, please," Felicia added with a smile.

Haylie followed the two women, Angelise following close behind her on her leash, as they led her out of the kitchen, down a hallway to the living room, then up the stairs to a bedroom with anunmaded bed. The sheets, blankets, and comforter were pulled back and messily piled near the foot of the bed. The pillows were also in disarray, scattered around the room like they had been carelessly tossed.

Jenna turned to Haylie and motioned to Angeliese. “Undo the leash and one or both of the cuffs, then order her to make the bed.”

Haylie licked her lips before first removing the cuffs from Angeliese’s wrists, then undid the leash from her collar. “Go make the bed,” she said with an eager smile. Angelise curtsied to her mistress and moved into the bedroom. She completely stripped down the bed before snapping the sheets and carefully laying them over the bed and tucked the corners under the mmattress She did the same with the blankets, and then the comforter before gathering and neatly stacking the pillows. When she finished, she did just as she had in the kitchen.

Felica looked over at Jenna and gave her a nod and a knowing smirk. "Join me, Ms. Campbell," Felicia said as she stepped into the room. Haylie quickly followed, as did Jenna. Haylie stood next to Felicia as Felicia went over the reasons why the bed was perfectly made. Haylie bit her lip in anticipation as Felicia turned and grabbed a small, circular wooden paddle from the nightstand. "However, let's just say she left the pillows misarranged," she said as she turned one of the pillows slightly askew. "And, then we'll say this corner of the comforter wasn't squared up," she added as she tugged at the nearest upper corner of the comforter. "And this one was left un-tucked," she continued as she pulled the corner at the foot of the bed from beneath the mattress. From where she stood, Jenna could tell Angelise wanted to protest into her gag or whine and stomp her stilettos, but she didn't.

"So those would be mistakes, right?" Haylie asked, looking back and forth between Jenna and Felicia.

"Yes," Felicia answered as she handed the paddle to Haylie. "Each mistake that she has made in making the bed has earned her a swat with the paddle. After you give her the swats she's earned, point out her mistakes. Once she corrects them, she'll assume her current position again."

"Then what?"

"Then," Jenna replied, "you look at her mistakes, make sure they are corrected, then give her another single swat."

"Oh, I am going to love this," Haylie said with a smile. She wasted no time in delivering three hard swats to Angelise's ass. Like in the kitchen, the sound of wood against flesh echoed through the bedroom. The second and third swats landed just as the beautiful African-American got back into the proper position. She pointed out the three "errors," and Angelise quickly fixed them.

"Okay, everything looks good now," Jenna said as she and Haylie re-inspected Angelise's work.

"One swat, right?"

"One swat." The swat was delivered, and Angelise remained in position, awaiting orders. Jenna moved back to the nightstand and picked up a timer. “Now we’ll move on to a demonstration of her pussy eating skills. Set this timer for however long you wish, then tell her whether she has that long to make you cum, or she has to make you last that long before you cum,” she instructed. “Once you do that, give her access to your pussy, sit or lie on the bed, and start the timer.”

Haylie quickly set the timer for ten minutes, then removed her shoes, pulled down her jeans, and her panties before removing the ball gag from Angeliese’s mouth. She kept a firm grip on Angelies’s hair as she sat on the bed. She leaned in close to her **** and slapped her face before forcing her to look into her eyes. “Listen carefully, slut,” she said, her tone low and threatening, “I want it to last for at least ten minutes. If I cum even one second early, I’ll beat your ass until you beg me for mercy. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Get busy,” Haylie commanded as she shoved Angelise’s face into her neatly-trimmed pussy, and started the timer. Angelise began to slowly kiss along her mistress’s inner thighs, deliberately avoiding contact with Haylie’s pussy with anything but her breath, letting the other woman’s need and anticipation slowly build.

For the first two minutes, Haylie leaned back on her elbows and watched, skepticism written across her face. Jenna and Felicia observed the contest, noting the tense play of muscles in Haylie’s jaw, those high-cut cheekbones flexing when Angelise, with deliberate care, flicked her tongue along the crease of Haylie’s thigh. Angelise lingered at the margins, soft fluttering pressure, slow licks, never quite touching the clit. A tiny war in subtlety versus control. At 7:32, Haylie snorted.

“She’s not even started, and thinks this counts?”

“Is she making you want it yet?” Jenna asked with a knowing smirk.

Haylie shot Jenna a level look, opened her mouth, but said nothing. By 6:40, she gripped a pillow and tucked it beneath her lumbar. Angelise inched closer, finally flattened her tongue and pressed it against the glistening folds, then traced up, pausing just shy of the tip before lapping away again. Haylie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, but Jenna caught how rigid her spine had gone, how her knees flexed and rocked, a pantomime of impatience.

“You ever order her to go for more than ten minutes?” Haylie grunted, trying for casual.

“She managed thirty once,” Felicia said with pride.

Angelise’s face glistened, chin shiny with Haylie’s slick juices. She was silent except for the faintest whimpers squeezed through clenched teeth as Haylie snatched handfuls of her hair, pressed her harder into herself.

At 5:00, Haylie’s legs started to twitch, a subtle quiver that traveled up from her bare heels to her thighs. Her head tilted up to the ceiling. She muttered something, too low for Jenna to make out. Angelise’s motions increased in intensity. Jenna caught how the girl’s body tensed, as if fighting the compulsion to speed up and get “it” over with, but then returned to careful, drawn-out strokes.

The next two minutes seemed to slow to a crawl. Haylie’s rapid breathing and the wet sounds of Angelise’s relentless tongue. Haylie squeezed her own breast through the gray jacket, knuckles white, fingers trembling.

“Four, three, two,” Jenna whispered as the last minute ticked down to zero.

When the timer finally chirped, Haylie cried out in pleasure as her hips rose from the bed. She yanked Angelise’s head away and rocked upright, face flushed, breath ragged. She eyed Jenna, then Felicia, then back to Angelise.

“Well, I’ll be damned. She draws it out like a pro.” Haylie looked at Angelise like someone appraising a strange, beautiful weapon. “But does it only work on women? Or just anyone you tell her to obey?”

“Once you take official ownership of her, she’ll only obey you, or whoever else you tell her to,” Felicia replied.

“I see, and how soon can I take ownership of her?” Haylie asked as she shoved the ball gag back into Angeliese’s mouth and buckled it into place. Jenna and Felicia waited for Haylie to get dressed again before speaking.

“We discussed this throughout the week,” Jenna said as she motioned to herself and Felica. “Provided you are happy with the previous showing of her ponygirl skills, and tonight’s demonstration of her domestic capabilities and obedience, we can deliver her to your place, discreetly, of course, to your home tomorrow at a time of your choosing.”

“Really? She’s been here barely a month, and she’s ready?”

“As you can see, our methods are most effective,” Felicia laughed.

“Yes, that is very clear,” Haylie said as she reached into her small, stylish purse. and took out her phone. “Please have her delivered by noon at the address I’ve provided previously,” she said as she began tapping at the screen.

“She’ll be there, all that’s left is the payment,” Jenna replied.

“There,” Haylie said as she placed her phone back in her purse. “The agreed-upon price, plus a substantial bonus for your quick work, is being transferred to your anonymous account now.”

Jenna’s phone chimed from her purse. She dug it out, looked at it, and smiled at the notification confirming receipt of $1,500,000.00

“‘Substantial’ indeed,” Jenna said with a smile. “That’s a 50% bonus!”

“I believe in tipping well for excellent service.”

“A pleasure doing business with you, Haylie,” Jenna said as she and Haylie shook hands.

“Likewise,” she said before turning to the still-kneeling Angelise and stroking her cheek. “See you tomorrow, ****,” she said in a tone that sent chills through Angeliese’s body.

What's next for Jenna and her slaves? Answer in comments

A) Homecoming

B) Mia is punished

C) Jenna visits Lauren at work

D) Jenna's cousin Natalie borrows the twins.

E) Something else. What?