Peeking at his mother from inside the wardrobe, Adrian thought, Oh man! No way! I just gotta jack off to seeing Ma in that position! But I can't. Ma's in trouble. I can't just think with my dick. But... she's so fuckin' hot! DAMN! He managed to keep his hands off his erection for the moment, mostly because he was afraid the doors would swing open if he let go of them.
Seeing that Brenda had gotten control of herself, Suzanne pressed, "Tell me, Tit Slave, why are you willfully and deliberately flaunting my commands?"
Feeling slightly less freaked out now that she had stopped resisting, Brenda admitted, "I just can't help myself! It's just too exciting! Whenever I'm around Alan or Adrian, all I want to do is serve them! Plus, I don't really understand why I have to wait."
Suzanne was disturbingly silent for a while, which started to make Brenda nervous again. Suzanne realized that there was no telling what Brenda might say about Alan in her current state, and that she would have to clue her in to at least some degree.
Finally, she said, "It's not for you to understand, Slave. Your only desire should be to obey! Be still! Don't make a sound!"
Then she stepped forward and leaned over so she could quietly whisper directly into Brenda's ear. "Don't look now, don't say anything, don't even make a sound. Just act perfectly normal and keep looking at me. I know Adrian's in the wardrobe right now, looking at us. So be very careful what you say about Alan and the others."
From inside the closet, Adrian had no idea what Suzanne said to Brenda, but he could see the immediate impact it had on her. (The size of the crack between the wardrobe doors was slowly increasing as his curiosity grew.) He watched closely as she let out a loud gasp and reflexively covered her mouth with her hands. Her eyes also got big with shock as her whole body went rigid.
"Back to attention, Slave! I didn't give you permission to move! In fact, I ordered you to be still. And then what did you go and do?"
Brenda looked down at the ground shamefully. "I know. I'm a bad Tit Slave." She was so distraught that she didn't have time to think about Suzanne knowing about Adrian, or how Suzanne figured that out. At the moment, she was in such awe of Suzanne that it just seemed natural to her that her mistress somehow knew he was there and watching them.
Suzanne ran a single finger up Brenda's now clean cleavage, around her collar bone area, and then up her neck to her chin. It was like she was idly inspecting something she might want to buy for a friend. Her fingers ended up pressing the underside of Brenda's chin until Brenda was forced to look up into Suzanne's face again.
"Listen to me," Suzanne continued in a much warmer voice. "You're not a bad slave or a bad person; you're just untrained and undisciplined. Perhaps I gave you too difficult an assignment for a new slave just a few weeks into your servitude. I had hoped for more, I had hoped for
better, but..." Her vocal tone and her facial expression made it clear that she was sorely disappointed in Brenda's performance.
Brenda clasped her hands together in a begging position again, forgetting that meant she was breaking position once more. She desperately wanted to please her mistress and make up for her perceived failures. She didn't want to be sub-par; she wanted to be the best slave ever. "Mistress, I'm so sorry! Please, tell me what I need to do! I'll do ANYthing!"
"ATTENTION!"
Brenda reflexively brought her hands behind her back and thrust her chest out as the reverberations of Suzanne's voice once more rattled the closet doors.
Adrian involuntarily groaned with frustration and arousal from inside the wardrobe, but Suzanne feigned not to hear it. Brenda followed her lead and said nothing.
"That's it, Slave. You've shown you can't even stand still. You WILL be punished." Suzanne twirled on her heels and looked at the door to the hallway. "Anika, come in here! I know you're at the door!"
Anika in fact had her ear to the door, and was shocked that Suzanne somehow knew that. Still, she wasn't going to admit guilt. She pulled back, then waited a few seconds, and opened the door. "Yah, Mistress Suzanne? Can I get you anytink?"
Suzanne just said, "Yes, you can. Brenda, where do you keep your spanking toys?"
At first, Brenda was going to pretend cluelessness, thinking there was no way Suzanne could know about her secret collection. "Spanking toys? What do you mean?" But Suzanne looked at her hard and she crumbled. "Oh, THOSE toys. Um, Anika, you know where I keep my hats in my walk-in closet? You'll find some boxes way in back there. Bring those here."
"Boxes? All of dem?"
Brenda looked to Suzanne.
Suzanne nodded.
"Please do as Mistress Suzanne wishes. All of them."
Anika nodded. "Wery goot, Brenda." The barest hint of a grin touched her lips as she left and closed the door.
Suzanne was pleased by that, but she could see that Brenda was getting back into a comfort zone, and she couldn't have that. She said, "Limber up your ass and your body in general in preparation for your punishment."
Brenda wanted clarification. "Limber up, Mistress?"
"Do you not understand English? Start moving, NOW!" She pointed to a spot right in front of the wardrobe to make sure Adrian had a great view.
Still uncertain as to what Suzanne wanted (How do I limber up my ass?! she thought), she began doing the stretching exercises she usually did just before starting her daily workout on the rowing machine. She looked to Suzanne from time to time to see if she was doing the right thing, but Suzanne kept her face deliberately inscrutable and vaguely displeased. This increased Brenda's anxiety, as she worried that she might be chewed out at any moment.
As Brenda reached down to touch her toes, she also was aware that Adrian was peeking through the wardrobe and that she was mooning him with her bare ass. He had a perfect view of her pussy between her ass cheeks, and he was so close that if he'd opened up the wardrobe doors he could have reached out and touched it.
Between getting aroused while thinking of Adrian watching her, and getting nervous while thinking of Suzanne's disapproval and the upcoming punishment, she could barely manage to stumble her way through her exercises.
Suzanne smiled, because she wanted Brenda flustered just like this. Brenda's exercising also gave her time to think. She put her hand on her chin and started to ruminate about the situation intensely. Okay, so far I'm winging it and things are going reasonably well, but I need more of a plan. I haven't been giving this whole Brenda and Adrian situation the attention it deserves. Obviously trying to keep them more or less sexually apart until Adrian can adjust to what Brenda and Sweetie are doing isn't going to work. It's like trying to hold back a river with my bare hands.
I need to keep doing what I'm doing right now, which is present myself as the "bad guy" so Adrian will direct his resentment at me. All my domineering
of Brenda is a good start, but words aren't enough. So far, Adrian's probably more aroused than anything. I need to get physical. I need to go too far. I need to do something so outrageous that Adrian will go completely bonkers. Then he'll blame ME for what Brenda's doing at the Plummer house. Right now, Alan is just a name to him, just an abstract. But I'm for real, standing right
here. Then, while he's fuming at how I'm supposedly brainwashing and abusing his mother, I'll find some pretense to get Alan and Adrian together and have them work towards a common goal and hopefully bond some. And if Adrian stays mad at me, so what?
She chuckled out loud and in her thoughts. Hee-hee-hee! I love it! There's nothing as much fun as carrying out a clever scheme to its fruition.
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