Momma and her Dolly

Part One: A Surprise Visit from Momma

From mid August to late May, Siobhan's life revolved around her job as a middle school drama teacher. She was well respected in her community, and well liked by her former and current students. After all, drama and speech were easy A classes, so the kids didn't resent her the way they did their tyrannical English and math teachers, always after them for homework. Siobhan put a lot of time into the seasonal productions, and while it was mostly fun, it was also a lot of work.

The spring play was always a relief for Siobhan. That early May, they'd put on The Man From La Mancha, and the final performance drew a large crowd. When she took a sheepish bow with the kids, she was handed an unusually large bouquet of roses. She normally got a small bouquet of daisies or tulips from the parents of her cast, but two dozen blood red roses was too much. She forced a smile as the house lights went up, knowing that she was glowing.

She put the roses aside and helped the kids to dismantle the simple set and gather up their things. "Cast party next Friday," she reminded them. She was distracted as she addressed them all on stage, glancing at the crowd of waiting parents. When the kids left, she knew who would remain.

But the auditorium was silent as Siobhan gathered her own things, and the mysterious bouquet of roses. No card; the flowers from the parents, carnations with a "thank you" card, had been put aside for her, upstaged by the surprise gift. Siobhan balanced the flowers in her arms, her bag slung over her shoulder, as she locked up.

She was waiting outside of the school as Siobhan left the building. The last of the parents were pulling out of the parking lot; they were alone. Siobhan felt the color rush to her face again. "Hi, Momma," she said.

"Hello, sweetheart." Siobhan hadn't seen Momma since Christmas. During the long stretch between New Years and summer break, with so much to do, she tried not to think about how much she missed her. But she couldn't help her tears when Momma stepped forward and kissed her softly. "It's all right, dolly. Momma's missed you, too."

"Why haven't you called me, Momma?" Siobhan asked timidly, unable to hide her hurt feelings. At least when Momma called her on Skype or with FaceTime, they could see each other. But they hadn't even done that, and had hardly talked at all, in months. Siobhan had wanted to call Momma so many times, but that was against the rules.

"I'm sorry, dolly," Momma said. "You know how busy things get." Momma was a gynecologist; that's how they'd met years ago, before Siobhan had taken her current job and had moved. Still, in the three years since Siobhan had moved away, they'd always stayed in touch during the school year, even getting together on an occasional weekend. Siobhan had been afraid that Momma wanted to end their relationship. She was so relieved to see her.

Momma smiled kindly. She was twelve years older than 28-year-old Siobhan, but you'd only know it by her confidence and tendencies to nurture. Momma kept to a strict workout schedule, and it was only by her influence that Siobhan did the same. Momma was so hot that Siobhan still found her intimidating, even though they'd been lovers for years.

"Did you really come all this way just to see me?" Siobhan asked.

"Of course, dolly. I've been thinking about you a lot. I couldn't wait three more weeks to see you."

Since moving, Siobhan would go and stay with Momma during her summer breaks. She wasn't a respected, well-liked teacher during the summer, but Momma's little dolly bitch slave. Siobhan had been Momma's submissive whore for a few months before moving, just a casual thing. Siobhan hadn't even been her only one. But when she'd told Momma that she was moving, she was visibly crushed. Strangely enough, they'd gotten more serious since she'd moved away. Siobhan thought that their relationship was perfect for her needs, but the last few months of no contact had been difficult.

"Let's go to my place," Siobhan suggested, eager to see what Momma had planned for her. "You can follow me."

"You'll ride with Momma," she said, in her way that allowed for no discussion. Without a thought about her used Camry, which would be fine overnight in the school parking lot, Siobhan got into the front seat of Momma's Lexus. She was surprised that Momma didn't need any directions to her house.

"I was over there earlier," Momma revealed. "I did a little cleaning. My dolly's been a messy bitch, hasn't she?"

Siobhan was embarrassed, but she said, "I've been working 12 hour days for the last two weeks for this play. It was really nice of you to clean up after me, Momma. Thank you." Siobhan had given a key to her house to Momma two years ago, but she was surprised at how she used it. Momma didn't even clean up after herself; she hired a maid service, even when Siobhan was staying with her.

"It was my very great pleasure, dolly," Momma said. "Do you remember how to thank Momma properly?"

Siobhan smiled as she reached a hand down into Momma's lap. She was wearing a short black dress that showed off her toned, freckled legs. Siobhan trembled slightly as she pulled up Momma's skirt, revealing her pussy, covered in finely groomed red hair. Being a gyno, Momma took care of herself; she just didn't like to wear underwear sometimes. Momma put a hand on the back of Siobhan's head, encouraging her to go down.

Siobhan didn't need much encouragement. She stuck out her tongue and eagerly lapped at Momma's slit, running her tongue slowly over her clit before plunging her tongue into Momma's clenched hole. Momma was dripping wet already, and Siobhan sucked at her juices, feeling Momma shudder with appreciation.

Siobhan sucked and licked Momma expertly, getting her to come with a high shriek of joy before Momma had pulled onto her street. Siobhan was sitting up and wiping her face as they pulled into her driveway. Siobhan took her garage door opener out of her bag, and Momma pulled in.

Momma kissed Siobhan slowly, her tongue stroking hers briefly, before they got out of the car. "That was a nice welcome," Momma said softly. Siobhan held her breath; Momma was so sexy, so stunning, she couldn't wait to worship her.

"That was just for cleaning up," Siobhan said. "I still need to thank you for the roses."

"I hope you didn't have plans for tomorrow," Momma said. It was Sunday, but there was a teacher comp day that Monday; Siobhan purposely scheduled the spring play to close that weekend so she'd have a day to relax.

She smiled. "No, Momma. I'm all yours."

They went into Siobhan's small, ranch style house. She was luckier than many young people, especially as a teacher, to be able to afford such a nice place. The only child of an only child, she'd come into a bit of a windfall when her grandfather died. Her father, disowned by his widower father for marrying a man, was cut out of the will. Siobhan hadn't even known the old man, and as an idealistic 20-year-old had wanted to donate it all to the NAACP or the Boys and Girls Club. But her parents talked her out of it, and her stepfather Gary, an accountant, had helped her to put it to good use. 28, with her own house and no debt...not too bad. And she had to admit, without that money she probably wouldn't have been able to be a drama teacher; until her inheritance, she'd considered being an English teacher. Being a drama teacher didn't have as much security, but Siobhan had switched majors, and was glad she had. She now had a full time job at a school district that was proud of its arts programs, so even the drama programs at the middle schools were generously funded.

The only thing that would make it perfect, Siobhan sometimes thought, would be if Momma lived nearby. But she enjoyed their summers together, and was excited to spend even a couple of nights and one whole day with her. They'd been apart for too long.

Momma must have spent hours cleaning, because the house was spotless. Siobhan knew better than to offer to serve Momma something to eat or drink; Momma liked to maintain their usual dynamic, even when she was a guest in Siobhan's home. Siobhan didn't have to be told to take her clothes off. In spite of her busy schedule, her legs and pussy were shaved bare. Siobhan proudly took off her flouncy light pink skirt and her matching panties before stripping off her white blouse and bra.

Momma eyed Siobhan, her naked dolly, with approval, stepping toward her to grope her big tits. Siobhan had never liked her DD tits until she met petite Momma. "Such a big girl," she'd marveled the first time they'd hooked up, stroking her hard button nipples. Momma liked to punish Siobhan's big tits, which Siobhan longed for as Momma groped roughly, kissing her again as they stood in the kitchen.

On Momma's prompting, Siobhan went to her knees. "When was the last time this dolly ate?" Momma asked.

"This morning, Momma," Siobhan admitted hesitantly, knowing that Momma would be upset to hear it. Siobhan wasn't usually so negligent to her basic needs, but she'd had a lot to do that day.

Indeed, Momma frowned at her. "Naughty dolly," she scolded. "And there was hardly any food in the house until I went shopping this afternoon. How is a little dolly to live on Parmesan cheese and mustard? Unless you've been eating disgusting fast food."

Siobhan hung her head, biting back a smile. Momma, a doctor, was always worrying about her health. Momma said, "I thought so. Lazy dolly. Momma will have to teach you better."

"Yes, Momma," Siobhan said, excited for the punishment she would surely receive later. Her nipples were already getting harder at the thought; Siobhan shuddered as a fabulous chill ran through her body. Momma smiled down at her.

"You really have missed Momma, haven't you?" Momma asked. Siobhan looked up at the beautiful woman who dominated her, her small, tight bod and her shapely ass, her long red hair and creamy skin. Siobhan's eyes filled briefly with tears. She only nodded in response, her throat tightening. Momma frowned. "Oh, dolly," she said. "I'm sorry I haven't called. Momma has been very busy with the new practice. I haven't been playing with any other pretty dollies."

Siobhan was relieved. She knew that Momma could have anyone she wanted; she never expected to be her only one. Momma said, "Has my little dolly been playing around?"

"There's no one else, Momma," Siobhan said truthfully. "There's never been anyone else."

Momma beamed with pleasure. "Good little dolly," she declared. They proceeded to fall into their usual routine together. Siobhan crouched on the floor nearby as Momma set to work making dinner. Siobhan liked to look up at Momma while she cooked, eagerly, like a small child or a little pet. Momma occasionally glanced down at her as she stood at the stove, giving Siobhan a little smile and wink.

While Momma sat down at the table, Siobhan knelt at her feet, trembling with excitement. She loved being Momma's good dolly, her little bitch pet. She loved to eat from Momma's hand; Momma had whipped up a quick spaghetti dinner, which made a ridiculous mess when Siobhan ate without her hands, as Momma liked. They laughed together throughout the meal. When Momma had eaten enough, the plate went on the floor for Siobhan to finish off. Instinctively, Siobhan kept her hands behind her back as she dipped her face into the plate, sloppily eating the portion that remained.

When she looked up again, Momma laughed heartily at her messy face. "Momma's dirty pig bitch," Momma declared gleefully. She put the plate in the sink before leading Siobhan (who crawled like a good pet) to the other end of the house, to the master bedroom, and into the bathroom. "It must be this little whore's bath time, isn't it?" Momma asked.

"Yes, Momma. Will you wash this dirty bitch, please?"

"Of course, dolly." Siobhan's master bathroom had a large whirlpool tub, an advantage of buying a newer home, she supposed. It was big enough that she and Momma could bathe together. As soon as Momma had turned on the water to fill the large tub, she helped Siobhan to her feet. “Will you help Momma out of her dress, dolly?” Momma turned around and gathered her long hair into her arms. She looked at Siobhan over her shoulder.

“Yes, Momma.” Siobhan unzipped Momma’s black dress. Momma let her hair down as she slipped out of the sleeveless dress, letting it drop to her feet. Momma wore a little black bra and a black slip under her dress. Siobhan watched Momma pull her silk slip back over her head and toss it aside, and Siobhan unhooked her bra. When Momma spun back around to face her, she stood a couple of inches taller; Momma was still wearing her tall black heels.

“Go ahead, dolly. Play with Momma’s tits,” Momma said, and Siobhan didn’t need to be told twice. She stroked Momma’s nipples, so small and red. Momma had the sort of body that Siobhan, who always felt awkward with her big tits and huge nipples, always thought was perfect. Momma’s tits were small and perky, pale with perfect red rosebud nipples. Siobhan couldn’t resist bending down and taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking lightly, as Momma liked. Momma moaned, her hands in Siobhan’s dark hair as she removed the hair tie that kept her locks back in a tight bun. Siobhan’s style was much simpler (you might even say a bit sloppier) than Momma’s; Momma was always neat and glamorous, while Siobhan preferred to be relaxed. But of course, she most liked being naked for Momma’s pleasure.

As Siobhan sucked Momma’s tit and squeezed the other gently, she reached her free hand down Momma’s thigh, touching her lightly as she reached for Momma’s pussy again. Momma stepped away and scolded her lightly. “No, no, dolly. Did this bitch get permission?”

“No, Momma.”

Momma stepped to her again. “Bend.” Siobhan bit her lip to keep from giggling as she bent over, grabbing the edge of the tub and sticking her ass in the air. She gasped in delight as Momma slapped her ass, hard, several times. “Naughty dolly,” she scolded. She slapped her a couple more times, and Siobhan winced, her ass stinging. That was just a taste of what Momma would give her later, and she couldn’t wait.

“Stand up.” Siobhan obeyed slowly, her ass raw. Momma was a small woman, to be sure, but she was very strong. Siobhan feigned a remorseful look as Momma touched her face. “You’ve become a naughty dolly without Momma around,” she observed. Siobhan nodded eagerly in agreement. “Will Momma have to spend the whole summer retraining this bitch?”

“This whore needs punishment, Momma,” Siobhan agreed. She almost couldn’t help giggling. Momma didn’t suppress a smile.

“You’re lucky to have a Momma who cares so much. I only want you to be a good girl, sweetheart,” Momma said. They kissed again; Siobhan loved nothing more than pressing her body against Momma’s and making out with her, their tongues intertwining, Siobhan following Momma’s lead. At random times, when Siobhan was alone, or even in the middle of the day sometimes, she would get a craving for Momma’s mouth, to be with her…she’d get so wet that she’d have to find the nearest bathroom and clean up, rubbing herself a little to relieve some of the pressure. She’d really missed her Momma.

When they parted again, Siobhan whispered, “Thank you, Momma.”

“You’re welcome, dolly.” Momma turned off the water. “Bath time!” she declared cheerfully.

They played a little in the tub, but Momma intended for them to wash up quickly. Siobhan sat still as Momma scrubbed her face lovingly. Momma smiled and put the washcloth aside. “There’s my clean dolly,” she cooed. “My pretty little bitch.” They kissed again, and Siobhan couldn’t resist the urge to touch Momma’s tits again, floating on the water.

Momma playfully slapped Siobhan’s wrists. “You’ve already forgotten your spanking,” she sighed. “When we’re all finished, Momma’s going to have to tie up those naughty hands.”

Siobhan was eager to be bound for her Momma. That was what had started their relationship in the first place: Siobhan’s desire to be tied up and dominated. Momma had noticed this when Siobhan had come to her first appointment at her office. Siobhan had noticed right away how sexy her new gynecologist was, and she’d flushed as she’d been led back to the office.

Dr. Nancy White had taken notice of her attractive new patient as well. Big tits, and a bookish style, with her thick glasses and her tight sweater; Dr. Nancy thought she was awfully cute. She’d noticed Siobhan’s trembling as she was laid back in the stir-ups. She’d thought the young woman was nervous. “Just relax,” she’d said with a kindly smile.

“Oh, I’m just…” Siobhan felt so awkward. She didn’t know what to say; what would this sexy woman, who undoubtedly had a sexy rich doctor husband and beautiful children, think if she knew she was turned on by being in this helpless position in her presence? Siobhan had never felt this way about her previous doctor, a fat grandmotherly sort; she’d only had to hold back her laughter the first time this precious thing had started talking so casually about anal sex. Siobhan wondered if any of Dr. Nancy’s other patients got so flustered.

Dr. Nancy read Siobhan clearly then, and was especially certain when she noticed how wet Siobhan’s bare pussy was. She remarked on this, casually, and Siobhan flushed a bright red, not knowing what to say.

Their talk became more professional, as Siobhan revealed that her mother had died of ovarian cancer years before. “I take every precaution,” she said, and Dr. Nancy nodded her approval.

“Everything looks fine, and your records show you’ve never had any issues,” Dr. Nancy said after Siobhan was taken from the stir-ups. “How many sexual partners have you had?”

Siobhan explained that she’d been with two guys, years before; since then, just women, for a total of eight partners. “Any current partners?” Siobhan had just gotten out of a relationship before moving to the city. She had two part-time jobs, one for a local school district, another for a children’s theater company. If she didn’t have her grandfather’s money, she wouldn’t have moved to take the jobs, but it allowed her to be bold. Having just settled in, she was eager to get out and meet people, but Dr. Nancy was the first woman she’d met who’d really gotten her interest. Siobhan remembered thinking, fat chance of that!

She only said to Dr. Nancy, “Not currently, no. I just moved to town.”

“I like to throw a party for all of my patients every summer,” Dr. Nancy revealed. “You’re new, but considering your history, I’m sure I’ll be seeing a lot of you.” Was there something suggestive in that? Siobhan suddenly noticed that there was a picture of Dr. Nancy with two cute red-headed teenage boys on the wall, but none of her and a husband.

Dr. Nancy smiled when she saw Siobhan looking at the picture. “My nephews,” she said. “They’re good boys. They’d die if they knew their picture was hanging up in here.” Siobhan laughed with her, feeling relaxed for the first time since stepping into her office. “So, the party is at my place next Saturday,” Dr. Nancy continued. She gave her the information. “I’m sorry you don’t get a formal invitation, but I’d really like it if you came. Consider it a welcome…we like to consider ourselves a family around here.”

Siobhan’s own sudden thought of, you can be my Momma anytime, made her flush again. As though she’d read her thoughts, Dr. Nancy smiled. “I’ll be there,” Siobhan promised. “Thanks.” She left in a hurry, almost forgetting to leave her insurance information.

Siobhan had been nervous to go to Dr. Nancy’s party. She lived in kind of a ritzy suburb of the city; what would her clientele be dressed like? Siobhan lamented that she had nothing to wear, so in desperation, she went on a last minute shopping trip. She got a pink dress that was cut perhaps a little too low in the front, but it was cute and summery and plain, and she figured with a little jewelry she’d more or less blend in anywhere. On a whim, she also bought a pair of white high heels, completely impractical; in hindsight, a stupid move, as Siobhan never wore heels herself.

She arrived at Dr. Nancy’s house almost a half-hour after the scheduled starting time of the party. She had a large, circular driveway, and cars of varying quality were parked all around. Dr. Nancy’s red-headed nephews served as the valet service, and they greeted her with friendly smiles. Seeing Buicks parked beside Cadillacs, and the nice kids, helped Siobhan to relax, though she wobbled awkwardly in her new shoes as she went to the door.

Dr. Nancy stood there to greet her patients. She wore a short, dark-green dress, and Siobhan, surprised to see her right away, was taken aback by how gorgeous she was. Her red hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders. She moved easily in her fabulous heels, and her legs, oh, God…

“Siobhan!” Dr. Nancy greeted her enthusiastically, even kissing her on the cheek. “Welcome! I’m so glad you came. Your dress is so cute!” Was in Siobhan’s imagination, or was Dr. Nancy eyeing her cleavage? “And honey,” Dr. Nancy said in a low voice, “if you want, you can put your shoes in my bedroom. It’s okay.”

Siobhan was about to protest; had Dr. Nancy noticed how badly she walked in heels? She seemed to; she was giving her a teasing look. Siobhan was embarrassed, but Dr. Nancy was so nice, she had to smile. Dr. Nancy gave up her post by the door and led Siobhan upstairs. There were, in fact, several pairs of discarded heels on the floor. Siobhan gratefully stepped out of her white heels, sighing in audible relief.

“Let me introduce you to some of my younger patients,” Dr. Nancy insisted. She linked arms with Siobhan affectionately, and Siobhan hoped that they’d stay linked through the entire party. It wasn’t to be, but Siobhan did meet some other women in their 20s, even some young teachers like herself. The women, young and old, sipped drinks and relaxed around Dr. Nancy’s spacious living room, kitchen, and back yard. Siobhan eventually found herself out by Dr. Nancy’s pool, on her fifth cocktail as she flirted lightly with a blond woman.

Their conversation turned to the doctor herself. “I’ve been seeing Dr. Nancy since I was 19,” the young woman, Karen, revealed. “She’s really the best, only…”

“What?” Siobhan had been certain that she’d found the best gynecologist in the city. She’d done the research even before she’d moved, and had called Dr. Nancy’s office months in advance to book her first appointment. She didn’t want to learn now, after so much time and effort, that there was something wrong with her.

“Well, see,” Karen went on hesitantly, clearly even drunker than Siobhan, “Dr. Nancy, you’ve probably noticed that she’s really hot, right?” Siobhan could only laugh in embarrassment, so Karen went on. “Dr. Nancy doesn’t like to really talk about it, you know, as it could put her practice in jeopardy, but she’s gotten involved with patients in the past.”

Siobhan was suspicious. “Like you?” she asked boldly.

Karen rolled her eyes. “Can you blame me? It didn’t work out, but…you know, she’s the best, right?”

“How are we doing, girls?” Dr. Nancy herself had come up to them, putting an arm around each of the girl’s shoulders. Her smile was a little tight; she was worried about Siobhan talking to Karen.

“Just fine, Momma,” Karen said. “Oops!” She giggled as Dr. Nancy gave her a withering stare. Siobhan glanced down at her pink toenails, remembering the thought she’d had about Dr. Nancy before leaving her office.

“Karen, honey, I think you’ve had enough to drink,” Dr. Nancy said, her tone kindly but a little condescending. “How about you let me get you a cab, okay?”

“Could you get one of your nephews to take me?” Karen asked coyly. “They’re so cute.”

Dr. Nancy was fuming, but she kept her tone light. “Come on, Karen, let’s go wait in my room for your cab, okay? Siobhan, will you excuse us?”

“I’ll call the cab,” Siobhan said quickly, reaching for her phone. Dr. Nancy gave her a grateful smile as she steered Karen to the house. Siobhan wondered if Karen was on the point of becoming belligerent; she’d already started to spew her guts to Siobhan, a stranger. Maybe Dr. Nancy had gotten her out of there before she started yelling out her secrets to the whole party.

Siobhan kept to herself for a while as she had her sixth, and seventh, drinks. She wondered about Dr. Nancy, about her involvement with Karen. She looked around at the other women, wondering which of them had been with Dr. Nancy as well. She was sitting on the diving board, her feet dangling in the water, when Dr. Nancy found her again.

“Be careful,” Dr. Nancy said with a smile. Siobhan smiled back drunkenly, wondering what she was supposed to be careful about. She hardly remembered falling into the pool, just that she was soaking wet on Dr. Nancy’s bed. She heard some women laughing as she sat up in confusion, and they cheered for her.

“She’s okay,” Dr. Nancy told them all with a grin as she hugged Siobhan. Siobhan was so embarrassed; had she just ruined the whole party?

Suddenly, she and Dr. Nancy were the only ones in the closed bedroom. Dr. Nancy was slowly removing her dress. “I’m sorry,” Siobhan whispered, suddenly wanting to cry.

“Oh, honey, it’s all right,” Dr. Nancy said, laughing again. “Oh, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I’ve been having these parties for six years now, and this is the least crazy thing that’s ever gone down. And it’s not over yet; someone’s going to do something to top this, I promise you. God, I spend about as much on cab rides as I do on liquor for this thing.”

Siobhan noticed that she was naked, sprawled out on Dr. Nancy’s big bed. Dr. Nancy was touching her lightly, her soft hands running up and down her arms and her stomach, brushing against her rock hard nipples. Her whole body was covered in goose bumps. Siobhan shuddered. “Honey, I think you better rest for a bit,” Dr. Nancy whispered in her ear. Siobhan was surprised, and so thrilled, when Dr. Nancy began tying her wrists to the headboard. “You stay right here, and don’t do anything silly. We’ll have our own little party when everyone goes home. You’d like that?”

“Oh, yes,” Siobhan moaned, longing for Dr. Nancy to touch her again. She arched her hips. Dr. Nancy grinned.

“You’re so pretty, Siobhan. Such a pretty little doll. You’d like to be my pretty dolly, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” Siobhan moaned again. Dr. Nancy smiled and stuffed a balled up stocking into Siobhan’s mouth. She put a finger to her lips and shushed her comically. Siobhan let out a muffled giggle, so drunk and turned on.

“Quiet, my little dolly. Get your rest. Momma’s going to have lots of fun with you in a little while.” Dr. Nancy stood up, and Siobhan noticed then how wet she was, too; she’d jumped into the water to retrieve drunk, stupid Siobhan, who hadn’t just fallen from the diving board, but had pushed herself off of it. Siobhan watched in fascination and longing as Dr. Nancy, humming casually and ignoring her little prisoner, stripped out of her wet green dress and changed into a white sundress. The dress made her freckles and red hair pop, and Siobhan wanted her so badly. She watched Dr. Nancy comb out her wet hair and put it back in a ponytail. She slipped into Siobhan’s shoes, throwing a wink in her direction as she moved easily in them. “’Bye ‘bye, dolly,” she teased, blowing her a kiss before leaving her alone to writhe on the bed.

Siobhan was reminded of that first night together as she and Momma got out of the tub. Momma dried her off with a towel before wrapping it around her lovingly, touching the tip of her nose teasingly. Siobhan crouched on the tiled floor, wrapped in her towel like a small child, as Momma got her own towel and dried herself slowly. Siobhan watched in longing as Momma dried her legs and crouch, and took out a bottle of lotion from her own travel bag. Siobhan knew that, as soon as Momma was done putting lotion on her own body, she’d do the same for the little dolly bitch.

Siobhan stood and discarded her towel when Momma was ready to put on her lotion. She sighed and moaned as Momma’s hands slowly rubbed all over her moist body. They were both sleek and slippery as they went back to the bedroom, Siobhan crawling obediently. Momma ordered her onto the bed, and Siobhan was quickly tied. Momma had ordered Siobhan’s bed for her, as a housewarming gift three years ago; the headboard had plenty of holes and spaces for looping ropes and scarves, perfect for playing. Momma didn’t often come to see Siobhan in her home, but when she did, the headboard was very convenient.

Her wrists tied, Siobhan looked up at Momma eagerly as Momma looked at her contemplatively. “Hmmm,” she said, tapping her chin in mock thoughtfulness. “I’ve been waiting to have my little dolly cunt all to myself, and now I can’t think of what to do with her. Any ideas, dolly?”

“Oh, Momma, whip my tits, please!” Siobhan ejaculated. Momma laughed.

“Great idea, dolly. And guess what? Momma remembered to bring this bitch’s favorite whip along.” Momma went to her suitcase and took out a short cat-o-nines, black leather, with a thick handle that Momma held with a firm grasp. She smacked the tails teasingly against the palm of her open hand, bearing down on Siobhan. “This is what you want?” she asked.

“I need it, Momma,” Siobhan begged. She squirmed in anticipation, but she knew that her Momma would tease her for a bit.

Momma said, “I bet this little bitch will scream and scream. And what would the neighbors think? Should the dolly wear a gag?”

“Yes, Momma!” Siobhan’s chest was heaving as Momma put the black gag ball into her mouth, buckling it around her head.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” Momma said. How could she resist taking out her phone and snapping a few pictures of her lovely, impatient dolly? Momma loved to keep her waiting, just a little while, before giving her what she most craved. But after the pictures were taken, Momma put Siobhan out of her suspense, and proceeded to rain blows on her exposed chest with the cat-o-nines.

Momma was a cruel mistress, and Siobhan loved it. Momma degraded Siobhan in all the right ways, using her for the pleasure of the both of them. Indeed, Siobhan easily enjoyed having her tits beaten even more than Momma enjoyed giving the beating. Siobhan had always known that she wanted and craved pain, but before hooking up with Momma, she’d never gone further than rough spankings in the bedroom. Momma had opened up so many more possibilities for her, so many avenues of pleasure and pain. Siobhan was convinced that she’d never find anyone who gave it to her just right, the way her Momma did.

Siobhan screamed freely into her gag at the harshest of blows on her bare, sensitive breasts, and whimpered when Momma ran the tails teasingly over her aching chest, which was probably more tormenting for Siobhan than the blows themselves. Momma aimed blows directly at Siobhan’s sensitive, hard nipples, but her white breasts got their share of abuse. Lovely bruises were forming on her tender skin already when Momma stopped the beating, more from her own exhaustion than out of concern for Siobhan. The dolly could have taken more.

Momma put the whip aside and straddled Siobhan’s waist. She massaged her aching breasts, and Siobhan whimpered and cried silent tears. Momma loved it when Siobhan cried. “That’s my baby,” she cooed, staring into Siobhan’s teary eyes. Siobhan would have smiled, beamed, if she were not gagged. As she was, she pushed her chest up to her Momma’s touch, longing for more sweet pain as Momma groped her, not too gently. “Momma brought this dolly’s favorite strap-on,” she whispered, squeezing Siobhan’s tits roughly. “Does this dolly want to get fucked hard?”

Siobhan whimpered and nodded, raising her hips and spreading her legs invitingly. One thing that she’d missed about being with men was getting a hard fucking, and not all of her previous girlfriends had been willing to use a strap-on. Momma was more than willing; she was quite insistent, not that she didn’t have a willing slut dolly to fuck any time she wanted. Siobhan was so turned on by the sight of her Momma wearing a big black strap-on that she nearly creamed; she was more than wet enough when Momma crouched between the dolly’s spread, open legs.

“You’ve been so sweet and welcoming to your Momma, little dolly,” Momma observed. “I think my sweet little bitch deserves to come.” Momma teased her hole with the tip of the black strap-on, and Siobhan groaned, her clit pulsing. Momma didn’t keep her in suspense too long as she entered her, thrusting the 12-inch dildo all the way in. Siobhan was tight; she didn’t masturbate with a dildo often, and she gasped out in pain, crying as her Momma began to fuck her hard.

Siobhan moaned into her gag, wanting to beg Momma to go harder. But Momma seemed to understand, and Momma fucked her with more ferocity, more power, than any huge man ever could. Siobhan often marveled that Momma, such a tiny woman, had the power to make her tremble. She was really afraid of her, knowing that Momma could both give her, and deny her, everything she’d ever needed.

Siobhan was grateful that Momma allowed her to come twice before pulling out the strap-on, now thick with Siobhan’s juices. It would be the dolly’s duty to clean it off, of course, and Momma untied her expressly for that purpose. When her gag was removed, Siobhan whispered, “Thank you, Momma.”

“You’re welcome, my dolly. You have a little work to do now, don’t you?”

“Yes, Momma.” Siobhan’s wrists now tied behind her back, she set to work cleaning the dildo thoroughly with her tongue. When Momma was satisfied, Siobhan’s tongue was used on Momma yet again. Momma squatted on the dolly’s face, and Siobhan took a face full of Momma’s sweet juices. She cleaned Momma lovingly as Momma stroked her hair.

“Good dolly,” Momma whispered. “That’s my good girl. I bet my dolly is very sleepy now. Should we go to bed?”

Siobhan would have been up for more, if Momma had wanted it, but she suddenly realized how tired she was. A full day of working, the play performance, and now a surprise visit from her Momma…so much had happened that day. “Yes, Momma,” she said.

“Come on, dolly.” Momma turned down the bed. “Momma has another surprise for you.”

“My jacket, Momma?” Siobhan asked eagerly. As they were both fond of using restraints, Momma had once gotten her dolly a strange straitjacket. It was bright pink, and the chest was bare; when Siobhan wore it, her giant tits were exposed while her arms were restrained. It had the added benefit of strapping around her thighs, keeping her crouch and asshole clear. Momma smiled and retrieved the described jacket from her suitcase.

Momma spooned her little dolly in bed, one hand stroking her slit teasingly while the other played with her tits. It was not a restful night of sleep for Siobhan or her Momma, but it was better that way. Siobhan had missed playing with her cruel Momma, and was happy to spend the night serving her, and sleeping, helpless in her arms, well into the morning.

Their play continued all day long, until Momma revealed that she had to leave that evening. Siobhan was disappointed, but Momma comforted her. “Don’t worry, dolly. In three weeks, you’ll be home where you belong, Momma’s little bitch slave. Are you excited for our summer together?”

“Oh, yes, Momma,” Siobhan said. “I can’t wait.”

They said their goodbyes in the school parking lot, when Momma took Siobhan to pick up her car. They kissed briefly, and Momma held Siobhan in her arms. She was again towering over her, wearing heels, as usual. In spite of Momma’s size, Siobhan felt like a little girl with her, and she enjoyed the feeling as Momma stroked her hair and kissed her again. “I’ll be waiting for you, dolly,” Momma said. “I have more surprises for my bitch. I can’t wait.”

“Me neither, Momma.” She stopped herself from saying, “I love you” as Momma left. She did love Momma…she’d known that for a long time. But their relationship wasn’t like that, not really. It was fun, and Siobhan, for the most part, was happy with the way things were. She didn’t know that Momma had other plans, big changes for their relationship.

Momma had not been happy with the way things were going with Siobhan. She’d come to see her dolly in order to make an important decision: either she would break things off with her for good, even if it hurt; or, she would decide to make the dolly her very own for good. She couldn’t continue things the way they’d been for three years, with so much time apart. Their time together was wonderful, so good, but Momma was getting older. She needed someone all the time.

Momma had decided, within seconds of seeing Siobhan again, that she couldn’t let her go. Her sweet dolly. She’d been a ‘Momma’ to others (including that troublesome Karen; even though she regretted that one, there had been some benefits), but Siobhan was the only one who really seemed to need it. That made a difference; it was so real with Siobhan, and even though she was independent and strong in so many ways, deep down she really just needed a loving Momma to take care of her.

Momma glanced in her rearview mirror as she prepared to turn away from the school, and saw her dolly’s car driving off in the other direction. Siobhan would have to give up her independence, but it would be for the best in the end. How quickly she’d become her little dolly again, even when her Momma’s arrival had been so unexpected. Such a good dolly. And so cute…Momma didn’t like that Siobhan wasn’t wearing her charming glasses, but otherwise her little bitch, just a bit chubby on top but with such tasty tits, looked so good. Her little dolly was in for quite a surprise. She wasn’t just going to be her little bitch slave for the summer, but for the rest of her life.