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The Servitude of Sappho: Remaking Joyce Summers	By : Salamandaslash Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 26883 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3 Matrilineal Misadventure (or Call it Genetics)

It was a very dishevelled (but also *very* happy) Buffy Summers that was dropped at off home, late, the following morning.
Letting herself into the house she was greeted by her mother and Faith as they ate a leisurely Saturday breakfast – coffee and bran muffins – on the living room sofa. The younger, dark haired woman wore a loose t-shirt and a pair of plain black panties and the golden-haired woman in her arms was wearing just a short, see-thru, gossamer pink negligee.
They looked up, greeting her arrival as she slipped in and she met their knowing look with a weary smile of satisfaction. Her body ached; her bottom and breasts were sore where Dayna had spanked and later, slippered her. Her legs were tired and her sex felt *stretched* and tender after her new lover had taken her over and over again. Even her jaw ached and the flavours of Dayna’s body still filled her senses. Her tight little ass-hole felt bruised in the aftermath of the older woman’s probing fingers and her body tightened as she recalled the her lover’s promise to use the dildo there the following night.
In turn that had made her heart flutter: Dayna wanted to see her again…tonight! Again! And once more there had been instructions…’wear something slutty’; including, this time, lingerie…‘stockings and a thong…if you haven’t got them you’ll have to buy them…I’m planning to show you off…’ and she had given her money to go shopping.
Dayna’s voice rang in her ears, as potent a memory as that of her hand warming her ass with spanks or of her pussy, dripping with desire, in her mouth.
There was no part of her body that didn’t feel sexual, slutty, used. It was as if everything that had happened to her had rendered her completely sensual, turning her instantly and completely, into her lover’s plaything; her slave. And she didn’t care. She felt elated. It was all she had ever wanted – to be taken and claimed, owned by a woman who wanted every part of her; her body and her submissive soul.
And when Dayna had informed her that there would be another date – that she wanted her; wanted to explore every intimate inch of her body; every sensual, erotic possibility of her submission, Buffy had found herself falling very quickly, very much in love.

“Well look who’s here!” Faith said with a smirk.
“Hi Buffy,” her mother added. “No need to ask how your date with Dayna went then! I recognise *that* look!” And she smiled warmly at her daughter.
“Only ‘cos you see it in the mirror every morning Sweetness!” her lover teased and Joyce stuck out a tongue at her.
“You better be sticking that out because you’re offering to lick my panties with it Joyce Summers…unless you want the cane across your ass again!”
“Ohh…” Joyce moaned and Buffy watched as her mother slid to her knees at her young lover’s feet, bowing her head, her hands clasped submissively behind her back. “Please darling,” she said softly. “Please darling…may I please lick your panties, darling?”
Faith spread her legs a little and drew Joyce in to press her tongue to where the dark-haired girl’s panties stretched tightly over her sex, and Buffy watched her mother’s eager submission with a sense of equanimity and understanding. She no longer felt that frustrating, bitter sense of envy, of *wrongness* that her mother had something she wanted so much for herself.
The passion of her mom’s scantily clad servitude was unmistakable and as Joyce’s head moved between her lover’s thighs, the pink of her tongue flattening in broad strokes, Buffy felt herself moved by the sight. It was, she now realised, quite beautiful; completely natural and right.
She found herself smiling happily. After all she had a dominant lover of her own now, whose panties she would, she hoped, be licking soon.
As Faith moaned softly Buffy slipped away up the stairs to her room impatient now for Dayna’s summons.

***

Intermezzi

“Willow!” the olive-skinned girl said. “Look…isn’t that your *mom*?”
She pointed across the street to where the familiar shape of a mature, russet-haired woman emerged in the company of a slender blonde woman, from the doorway of the sex-shop.
“With Professor Walsh?”
In Sheila Rosenberg’s hand was a carrier bag enclosing whatever they had purchased from within and she looked about herself, visibly nervous, clutching the bag; not seeing where the three young women watched from across the road.
“Is she? Oh my…” Tara said with a grin and the three of them stared as Willow’s mother let herself be drawn into the severe looking, blonde educator’s arms so their bodies pressed closely, intimately together in the shop doorway.
“Mom?” Willow gasped in shock and she blushed to see the way her mother’s companion let her hands wander the mature curves of Sheila’s body as they kissed.
“Way to go Professor!” Kennedy purred approvingly and as they watched Willow’s mother seemed to slump into the younger woman’s arms yielding to the demands of her mouth.
“B-but…” Willow stammered again.
“Willow baby…I think your mom is kinda *gay*!” Tara purred, her hand tightening on the redhead’s.
“Yeah…looks like you’re not the only dyke in your house Will!” Across the redhead from Tara, Kennedy stood with her head to one side watching the display across the road with intent interest. “No surprise you’re such a rug-muncher!”
Tara smirked and then she shrugged. “Hey…at least you can be sure we’ll both still think you’re hot when you’re older…”
Willow stared at her with a frown, confused, the sight of her mother and her companion forgotten for the minute, from Tara to Kennedy and back again. “Wait…both? You *both* have the hots for my mom?”
Tara shrugged, grinning. “Well…” she said with a grin. “Can you blame us? She’s hot. You should take it as a compliment, cutie!”
“Well – at least we know where you get it from cutie! And now we know she’s queer…mmmmm…would be *hot* to bang you both!” Kennedy said with a wink and leaned in to kiss the russet-hired teen.
“Hey! No fair! I want some!” Tara protested, watching them. “C’mere,” she said pulling Willow close to claim her mouth in turn as soon as Kennedy let her up for air.
By the time her girlfriends had finished taking turd to kiss her Willow was panting, gasping for breath. Her panties would have been soaking – had she been wearing any.
Across the street her mother and her companion had begun to walk away. Sheila Rosenberg’s head rested on her companion’s shoulder; the blonde woman’s hand controlling on her bottom as they went.
“Ohhh…i-it looks like Professor Walsh is…y-you know…she’s T-topping my mom!” Willow exclaimed with a gasp, shuddering, as they watched them walk away.
“Uh-huh! Oh I think *so*,” Tara purred appreciatively, cupping Willow’s slender bottom in turn.
“Mmmm…I reckon there’s a paddle in that bag…” Kennedy said, cupping the other buttock.
“Ohhh!!”
“I think your mom’s ass is going to be really, *really* pink soon!” Tara added, squeezing. “Pink and hot!”
“Mmmm…pink…and hot…and *sore*…just like yours is going to be,” the dark-haired girl continued. “When we get you home…”
“Ooooh…ohhh…”
“Unless we deal with you *before* we get you home cutie…” Tara’s voice was husky; her eyes were dark, lustful.
“Eeep! B-b-before?”
“Yeah…maybe we should just spank you right here cutie!” Willow’s skirt was short, pleated, plaid. Kennedy’s hand slid up beneath the kilt. Moments later Tara’s hand followed suit.
“So everyone can see what a naughty little slut you are…” the fair-haired girl said with a wicked smile.
Willow’s thighs were damp, her nether lips felt swollen, enflamed; pouting.
“So everyone can see your naughty, slutty little bottom getting pinker and pinker!”
“And hotter and hotter…”
“While you *beg* for pussy…”
“Ohhhh….” Willow groaned, blushing, squirming as they fondled her soon to be blushing bottom. “P-please Mistresses…p-please t-take me home…”

***

Dylan Mayfair’s moan was muffled by the flesh of Penny Jenkins’ sex as Julie Meyer’s body scissored against hers.
The three teens were naked on Dylan’s mom’s settee, their bodies in a familiar tangle of flesh and sweat.
“Ohhmmm…yeahhhssss…” Julie gasped, her voice intent, desperate as her hips thrust, her body quaking. “Ooooooooohhhhffffuhhh!”
Her thighs were wet with the shared arousal of her and Dylan’s bodies as their pussies squished together; lips pressed to lips, clit to clit, like two little tongues in the most intimately sexual of French kisses. Her youthful juices oozed into her friend’s lovemouth, as her body accepted the gift of Dylan’s flooding essence in return.
“Mmmm…mmmmm…mmmmppppfffhhhhmmm…” Dylan mumbled into the other blonde girl’s clasping flesh, her tongue deep inside Penny’s honeyed core; working hard despite the glorious pleasure of Julie’s pussy against hers. Sucking, slurping down the blonde girl’s spilling pleasure she clung to her smooth, soft thighs holding her writhing body close.
It would have been impossible to tell which of the three young lovers came first; Penny gushing in Dylan’s mouth; Dylan’s and Julie’s satin walls rippling, spasming to draw their comingling cum into their cores. But it mattered none as they collapsed upon each other in their aftermath, falling in a slump; a coiling pile of youthful flesh as they murmured, wearied, declaring muffled love, tongues tangling, for one for another and another and again. Briefly satiated their youthful, lissom bodies tangled atop, around, about each other unclear where one ended and another began.

***
Faith’s pleasure was painted on the older woman’s cheeks, dripping from her chin. Her perfumed flavour filled Joyce’s senses.
“Mmmm…” Joyce purred softly. “Thank you darling…that was delish…I love when you squirt all your yummy girl-come in my mouth…”
Faith’s panties, damp with a mixture of her love juices and the older woman’s saliva hung from an ankle that draped down Joyce’s back. Lounging back her breasts heaved as she panted in the aftermath of pleasure.
She smiled breathlessly at her older lover, her eyes dark and liquid with completion.
“I will *never* get tired of your tongue, Sweetness,” she breathed, almost mumbling. “You are the *best* pussy licker I ever had...”
Returning her lover’s smile with one of her own, her eyes sparkling with pleasure at her words, Joyce looked up licking her lips, drinking in the glorious sight of her sprawling, enervated lover on the settee above her.
“You taught me that,” she said.
“Yeah,” Faith grinned, pulling Joyce upwards into her arms so they curled together on the settee. “But I had good material to work with…you were *born* to eat pussy Sweetness!”
“Mmmm…yes I was. But I didn’t know it until you taught me who I am,” Joyce said contentedly. “It might always have been part of me – but I needed *you* to bring it out.”
She squeezed Joyce’s rump fondly. “You were born for this life Sweetness…born to be a slutty, subby, lezzie whore! I’ve said it before Sweetness – it’s in the genes. You only have to look at B’ and Dawnie!”
“I suppose so darling. They must have got it from somewhere.”
“Oh I’m *sure* they got it from *you* Sweetness…a dyke like you with two queer daughters…too much coincidence…it does make me wonder though…”
“What about baby?”
“Well seems dyke runs in your line of the family…makes me wonder where *you* got it from…makes me wonder about your mom…was she a subby, rug-muncher as well? Mmmm? And then there’s your sisters…”
Joyce shivered remembering the day just days before when she had come out to her sisters Arlene and Lolly

Arlene had been shocked; outraged; disgusted even. She had called Joyce a fool and pervert and Faith a freak and creep and a weirdo, all in a display of outraged homophobia and intolerance that reminded Joyce a little of how she might herself have reacted at one time.
‘Don’t be so stupid Joyce – you’re a grown woman!’ She had spat. ‘You can’t be a lesbian…you’re not gay! You were married! It’s just some foolish mid-life crush! It’s disgusting…and as for this…this…perverted game…it’s sickening! Put some clothes on Joyce…and close your legs…sitting there like a…a…a hooker! As for you…’ she had said turning furiously on Faith. ‘You’re disgusting…you need counselling…or arresting! Preying on a poor, defenceless, divorcee…what do you want? Are you after her money?”
Faith had looked shocked, hurt at Arlene, moving herself closer to Joyce as if seeking to reassure herself in the certitude of her mature lover’s presence.
Joyce had stared at her sister in shock and disbelief but she had let body mould itself to Faith’s as if to 6ssure her that she still belonged to her.
‘I’m sorry you feel like that ‘lene,’ she had said softly. ‘But you’re wrong…this is real…more real…more wonderful than any other relationship I’ve ever known. I love Faith…I’m *in* love with her…I love being hers…her submissive…her whore…’
Arlene had gasped but Joyce had finished regardless.
‘I’ve never felt so complete…so perfectly like I *belong*…so happy…can’t you be happy for me ‘lene?’
‘It’s not…natural…’ Arlene had protested.
‘Natural? Why does it matter who I love ‘lene? I’m not hurting anyone else.’
‘What about Buffy, and Dawnie?’
‘Oh *they’re* ok with it,’ Faith had interjected gently, trying to soothe the furious older red-head.
‘I wasn’t talking to you…you pervert!’ Arlene had snapped.
‘Hush ‘lene,’ Lolly had said. ‘Joyce is right…it doesn’t matter who she loves…or how…’ she gave her middle sister and her young companion an intent look that neither could quite identify and she crossed her elegant legs. ‘All that’s important is she’s happy with Faith…you are happy aren’t you sis?’ she asked, turning to Joyce.
And when Joyce reassured her that she was her smile had been warm and affectionate but her eyes had swum out of focus, becoming smoky and their hoods had been heavy.

“Well maybe Lolly…” Joyce said. Her younger sister had always had something uninhibited about her. But her older sister was always so buttoned down, so conservative and proper; so straight. “But was there anything about Arlene that made you think she might be queer?”
“Well – maybe not – though you never thought you were – least not until I unwound your ass,” Faith shrugged grinning and Joyce answered her with another grin of her own.
Joyce looked fondly at Faith and she leaned in to kiss her.
“Don’t you mean until you *fucked* my ass darling?” she asked remembering the feeling of the dildo in her bottom the night before and she fluttered her lashes as the aching bruise of her sphincter twitched, her womanhood fluttering.
“Mmmm…maybe though I seem to recall whupping your ass plenty before I got around to fucking it! But you gotta admit there was something about her reaction that was just like you before I got to pounding some kinks into you…before I got you trained!”
“Well…maybe…I was a bit uptight, wasn’t I?
“Yeah you were…but we soon fixed that didn’t we…so now you just can’t keep your legs closed, can you?”
“No darling…and you’re right of course Faith,” Joyce said with a coy sort of smile. “All I needed was the right woman to take control of me and train me to be her slut…to get on *top* of me…to dominate me.”
“And that was *me*!” Faith replied smugly.
“It was, darling,” Joyce moulded her body to the younger woman’s. “It certainly was.”
“Makes you wonder then…maybe Arlene just needs to find the right woman to get on top of *her*…spank her until she learns to open her legs nice and wide for her…”
“Faith!” Joyce exclaimed. “But she’s married…”
“Yeah – but you said her husband was a waste of time…she’s too uptight to be happy…she can’t be getting enough sex! Whereas if we found her the right woman to train her like I trained you…to make sure she gets all the sex she could need…you know since we’re into matchmaking now!”
Faith had laughed but Joyce couldn’t help but wonder as they lay there together in each other’s arms peacefully, contentedly for a while.
As usual for a Saturday they barely moved from the sofa, watching porn and making love with the only interruptions being when Faith sent Joyce to bring snacks and lunch.
Later the phone rang. It was Dayna for Buffy – who took the call in her room.
“Guessing she got a second date then,” Faith said with a grin and Joyce answered her smile.
“Seems like it.” Joyce grinned. “I’m glad for her…she looks so happy.”
“Me too,” Faith said.
“Yes – I’m so happy for them both. They’ve both wanted someone for so long.”
“Mmm…they’re a good fit for sure…I think you did a beautiful thing there, babe – setting them up.”
“Thank you darling!” Joyce replied smiling, looking pleased with herself at her lover’s praise. “They *are* a good match though, aren’t they? Dayna so wanted a bottom of her own and Buffy was desperate to get her bottom spanked! I think they’re going to be having a *lot* of sex…a lot of *kinky* sex!”
“I reckon so…and I mean it babe…not many moms would set their daughter up with her friend like that…mind you not many families are so full of subby, lezzie sluts!”
“I’m not so sure…not in this town anyway!” And she gave faith a knowing look before saying: “You know…you’re right darling…we should definitely set ‘lene up with someone…but who…”
“Dunno Sweetness…yet…but maybe Lolly would want some of the same as well! Maybe I should see about putting the three of you together! Watch you fuck like three old dyke-sluts!”
“Ohhhh…oh m-my…oh Faith…s’nasty…” Joyce moaned, squirming in her lover’s arms, knowing all too well, after making love with Buffy, that her long lover was being quite serious.
Her centre ached.
“You like the sound of that Sweetness mmm?” Faith grinned. “Mmmm…you and your sisters in a hot, three-way daisy-chain?”
“Oh gohhhd…” she groaned.
“Yeah…you do, don’t you? Mmmm…you are *such* a dirty girl…such a horny old slut Joyce Summers!” Faith smirked, grinning.
“Just how you like me,” Joyce grinned and she fluttered her lashes. “Just how you *made* me darling!”
“Yeah but like I said…I only worked with what was there all along! That dirty mind is all you! I just 6made you let it all out…”
“Perhaps…but you taught me…you trained me…you trained me to be a slutty whore…you taught me to submit…you taught me to *want* to submit…to always be ready for you…ready to spread my legs and open up for you like the good little whore I am…”
Faith smiled adoringly, in turn, at her older lover. “Damn I love you Sweetness,” she breathed. “I love how slutty you are…how horny…I love that you’re such a dirty lezzie whore baby…you couldn’t keep your legs together if you tried could you baby?”
Joyce bit her lip, shaking her head. “No,” she said in a coy voice, drawing up a knee to let it fall to one side so her thighs were parted. The crinkled folds of her lovemouth glistened wetly, oozing with her lust.
“You’d fuck any woman I told you to, wouldn’t you? Even your sisters.”
“Well of course I would darling…any woman you said…I mean screwed both Buffy *and* Dayna, didn’t I?”
“Mmmm…yes you did…and I don’t think you know which one you’re hotter for – your Top of a friend or your slutty, subby daughter? You fucked them both but you can’t even tell which one you want more, can you?”
“Ohhh…oh no Faith…I-I…I d-don’t…”
“That’s my dirty girl! You’d love another go with both of them, wouldn’t you? You’d just love to get between them wouldn’t you Sweetness? Hmmm – your face in B’s pussy while Dayna bones your slutty ass? Oh, you’d love that wouldn’t you Sweetness?”
“Ohhh…oh g-gosh darling…y-yes…you know I would…as long as you were watching me…so I know you’re there…that I’m doing it for *you*!” Joyce panted. “I loved it when Dayna spanked me and then you both shared me…having two dildos in my holes…just like with Kendra…and I loved making love with Buffy while you watched…I know I shouldn’t really…it’s so perverted! ’lene was right about one thing though…you *have* made me into a pervert…and I love it. It was so sexy…doing all that for you…and I can’t wait for whatever you want me to do next!”
“Damn – you’re so hot Sweetness…” Faith gasped at Joyce’s filthy outpouring and she reached over the older woman to take the large glass dildo from the table next to where they sprawled on the settee. “Mm-mmm…yeah…” she purred as she slipped the harness up around her hips, tightening it until it was fixed snugly in place so the huge phallus jutted erect from her groin. “Maybe another time we’ll see if Dayna wants to put the two of you together again – once she’s got it all worked out with B’…got her how she wants her…I reckon she’d definitely love to watch you two play…before she plays with you both…”
“You know *you* could play with us both, darling…I wouldn’t mind…” Joyce fluttered her lashes. “I’m sure Dayna would like to see *that* as well…this big dick in Buffy while I eat your ass…or us both eating your holes…”
Faith gave her lover a half frown/half smile. She shook her head. “But we’ve been through this Sweetness…and fantastic though that sounds you know I just can’t do that. You know it can’t work like that…”
Joyce pouted.
“But you make me fuck other women darling…it’s not fair that you can’t have all the pussy you want as well!”
“I do…but *I’m* not a slut-whore Joyce…and besides,” she smiled. “And I’ve got all the pussy I need right here!”
“Oh Faith,” Joyce sighed and she gazed at her lover. “You say the sweetest things…”
Her lover grinned. “I try baby…so that’s settled then! When she’s ready, we’re gonna ask Dayna to top you and B at the same time…reckon she’ll love working you both over together!”
“Ohhh…oh fuhhhck…Faith…ohhh gohhhd…” Joyce moaned, panting. “Oh m-my gohdd! S-so h-horny…fuhck…” and she shook, awash with erotic possibilities. She found herself flushed and lusting hard at the prospect, remembering again how demanding and harsh her friend had been with her when Faith had shared her; how hard she had worked her, spanking and using her. And at the same time, she recalled the feeling of being entwined in sin with her daughter’s youthful body. Her head swirled, dizzied in a confused rush at the simultaneous recollection both of Dayna spanking her, hard handed, setting her bottom ablaze before pressing open her legs to ravish her hard and at the same time, the sweet taboo of her incestuous coupling; in the inward curled 69 with her daughter.
“Ohhh…” she gurgled softly her toes curling, her abdominal floor clenching and she saw in her lover’s eyes the certainty that she would make her give herself to Dayna again and she knew without doubt that her friend would delight in enforcing both her and her daughter’s joint submission.
“Yeah…you’re gonna *love* that aren’t you Sweetness? I don’t know which you’re sluttier for – Dayna or Buffy – but I’m sure gonna love you finding out! Mmmm…and so are you aren’t you Sweetness!” Faith drew her finger up the between the older woman’s lush, liquid lips sliding up the length of her divide from her tight little entrance to her hard, jutting clitoris. “Look…” she held up a glistening finger. “You’re dripping at the thought aren’t you baby? Mmmm?” and she daubed Joyce’s lips with the slick nectar.
Joyce licked her lips savouring the familiar heady flavour of her own desire.
“Ohhh…mmmmm…” she moaned and she twitched as her young lover teased her nubbin again, circling and flicking her erection with one hand while pressing her onto her back with the other.
Her eyes were hooded as Faith climbed atop her, to open her wide and slip between her thighs. “Ohh gohh-ohhd…ohhhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned as the younger woman entered her sinking the dildo deep into the tension of her womanhood.
The cock-head plunged into the liquid suction of her core and she arched, gasping as her lovemouth swallowed its full length in a single stroke and its bulbous head sank into her depths almost to the mouth of her cervix; her lover’s belly slapping against hers.
“Fuhhhhhckkkkuhhh!”
“That’s it Sweetness…swallow it baby...mmmm…oh your pussy is hungry, isn’t it?”
“Ohhhh…ohhh y-yuh-yesssss…sluh-sluhhhtty pussy so huh-hungry…ahhhhh!” Joyce gasped, crying out and she met Faith’s thrusts throwing herself into the sensation of being filled, of being fucked hard.
It didn’t take her long to come – it rarely did nowadays of course – given her almost constant state of sexual arousal and her lover’s consummate skill in playing her body. And, even as she crashed, gasping crying her body in spasm as waves of electric ecstasy jolted through her she knew that she’d soon be ready again for more.
As she recovered she became aware of Buffy watching, engrossed, from the foot of the stairs. Riveted her hazel eyes were liquid with lustful fascination. Her hand was clasped to her groin, squeezing through the pale lemon-yellow fabric of the tiniest pair of jean-shorts imaginable.
Mother and daughter blushed as their eyes met, Buffy caught in the act while Joyce wondered how long her daughter had been watching – had she heard their earlier discussion? Was she aware of Faith’s plans to let Dayna Top them both at the same time?
She shuddered as Faith withdrew from within her, the dildo dripping with her juices.
“You probably shouldn’t be doing that B’” the dark haired young woman said casually to her friend. “But I’m sure your new girlfriend will know how to deal with your slutty ass when you tell her!” She raised an eyebrow and, looking guilty, Buffy whipped her hand away from her groin.
Then a moment later the petite blonde shrugged and she gave a lopsided grin. I think I’m probably gonna get spanked tonight whatever…” she said with a look that reminded Faith of Joyce. “But it’s *so* worth it! Dayna really knows how to Top me!” She smiled delightedly.
“Guess she’s decided how she wants you dressed as well?” Faith said with a grin looking at the blonde’s tiny cropped t-shirt that barely covered her nipples and her outrageously tiny shorts. The thin pink straps of her thong visible above the low-slung waistband of her shorts looped over her hips. “Cute! And slutty! Gotta say I approve!”
Buffy shrugged again with a grin.
“Well – yeah – just like you do with mom,” she said, smirking. “She called earlier…you must have missed the phone…while you were…err…busy…” Buffy’s eyes bounced. “And she made me go through my entire wardrobe until we came up with this…now we’re going shopping before she takes me out again! Smiling widely, happily she finished: “I don’t think I’m going to be home again tonight Mom…ok…”
“Oh-ok dear,” Joyce managed a breathless reply through her post coital exhaustion. Despite her weariness she felt her own lustful desires welling up again at the sight of her scantily clad daughter. “H-have a lovely time…”

“Yep – I think you did a really beautiful thing there, Sweetness,” Faith repeated herself as Buffy closed the front door behind her before heading down the path to where Dayna was waiting in the car.
Joyce nodded agreeing. “For both of them,” she said and she snuggled into her lover’s arms.
***

“So, what do you want to do with the rest of the day darling?” Joyce asked after a while, nuzzling her lover’s neck.
“Well I plan on spanking this ass later…” she answered and Joyce moaned softly, appreciatively. “Might bone it as well…”
“Mmmm…yes…you should darling…bone this slutty old whore’s ass…”
“Mmm…such a tramp…” Faith breathed happily, shaking her head with a joyful smile and she kissed the older woman.
“And, are you going to take me out again later then darling?”
“Why not?” the younger woman asked. “Maybe show off your fine, whore’s ass some more…”
Joyce squirmed, wriggling in her lover’s arms. “Mmmmm…” she crooned. “I think I’d like that…maybe we could…go to the Cage again?” Joyce bit her lip as she spoke and she looked at her lover from beneath her lashes.
“Oh? The Cage? You wanna strip again Sweetness?”
Joyce nodded with a small, coy smile. Her lashes flickered.
“Mmmmm…you liked getting naked up on stage, didn’t you?”
“I like showing off for you…letting everyone see what a slut I am…what a slutty piece of housewife ass you own!”
“I think *everyone* knows that by now Joyce. I mean pretty much all of Sunnydale has had a better look at your goodies than your gynaecologist – well – all of *lesbian* Sunnydale…which is most all of Sunnydale to be honest!”
Faith laughed and Joyce smiled, blushing. “Well I know – but I like showing everyone I’m yours baby. Please darling – let me strip again for you? Like a good, *obedient* dirty little whore?”
“Hey - you don’t have to convince me babe – but it’s nice you ask so sweetly.”
Joyce beamed in response to Faith’s obvious pleasure at her dutiful tone. “Oh, thank you darling,” she said in a breathy voice, a continued show of the deference to her lover that she had learned to display naturally now. “So, we’ll go to the Cage then?”
Faith nodded. “Sure – why not – but we’ll have to go shopping – get you something new for you to wear on stage.”
“Ohhh…ok darling – so the adult store? Yes?”
“Mm-hmm…yeah…so we better get dressed. Let’s go pick you out an outfit…”

Faith selected Joyce’s clothes as usual, choosing a short, light skirt in pale coral that floated, flaring to flash her thighs and bottom as she moved; with a cropped pink sweater that clung to the curves of her breasts leaving her shoulders and midriff bare. For underwear she selected a bright, neon blue, stripper thong and a pink lace bra, black garter belt and white stockings. As usual the overall effect of the mixture of colours was completely trampy.
Heading first for the Mall their afternoon became a full-on shopping trip. Ever since their first day together regular shopping trips for new sex toys, porn, slutty clothes and underwear for Joyce had become regular events, offering Faith a chance to both show off the older woman while demonstrating her command over her; and at the same time exploring the ever-deepening extent of Joyce’s submission. It had become a sort of extended foreplay for both of them; a way of building their arousal – their desire for each other – as Faith teased and tormented Joyce and the golden haired submissive responded, in turn with the wantonly slutty sensuality that her lover enjoyed. It was a game for them; a game of flirting and public displays of affection that left them both highly charged – so much so that their trips invariably resulted in sex in a public restroom, or in a changing room, or even just in the parking lot.
The Mall was busy, as always on a Saturday afternoon and at first, they window shopped, Faith’s hand on her bottom, slipping, casually, up underneath Joyce’s tiny skirt to fondle her more intimately as they wandered from one shop to another. Joyce no longer worried about being seen; about what people would think to see her dressed as a slut; about the very lewd, overtly public displays of intimacy; about Faith’s unconcealed domination over her.

Stepping into an exclusive lingerie shop, Faith’s hand palming her bottom beneath her skirt, they browsed and after a few minutes a young shop assistant approached nervously. In her early 20’s, pretty, she was dressed immaculately in a smartly tailored knee-length skirt and blouse, with heels and hose. Looking at the youngster Joyce’s heart skipped. With her slender frame, elfin features, and long, straight, light-brown hair she reminded her a little of Dawn. Joyce felt a familiar tension in her body and she thought sluttish, incestuous thoughts.
Joyce trembled, her eyes fluttering as her lover’s hand squeezed. Her lips parted, forming a silent ‘ohh’ and the young woman blushed, her cheeks taking on the shade of the pair of panties Joyce was holding.
It was clear that the young woman had never seen anything like the sight of the scandalously, scantily clad older woman and her young lover with the wandering hands.
“Mmmm…not sure Sweetness…” Faith said casually. “I don’t think they’re quite slutty enough for you, are they?” Her finger slid into the crease of Joyce’s ass as she spoke, slipping under the thin band of her thong.
Joyce’s eyes widened a little as beneath her skirt, her lover wound the thin band around her finger to cinch it like a cord, so it tightened between her cheeks and below, between her legs, squeezing the tender pouch of her womanhood.
“Ooohff…” she moaned softly, her hips rolling lewdly.
The shop assistant’s colour deepened.
“N-no-ohh…” Joyce said in an almost gasp. Her tongue flickered over her parted lips. “H-have you got anything…skimpier?” she asked the attendant, her eyes hooded. “They’re a bit too…vanilla for me. I need something *really* slutty!”
The shop girl looked from the two women to the pair of panties, her brow furrowed and she held up the tiny triangular scrap of pink lace. “S-skimpier? I-I…I’m n-not sure. I-I d-don’t think I kn-know what you m-mean…” She said, confusion warring with embarrassment in her face. She looked about her nervously, panic in her eyes.
Faith grinned and she slipped her hand out from beneath Joyce’s skirt to flip It up in front exposing the tiny triangle of ultra-fine fabric that enclosed the pouting folds of her womanhood.
“Something like this,” she said using one hand to tug upwards on the front of the thong so it split the plump pout of her vulva.
Despite everything; despite the comfortable ease she now felt, the thrill even, when Faith showed her off in public Joyce found herself blushing as she saw the young assistant’s eyes widen in shock, her jaw dropping as her cheeks flushed at the sight. Joyce couldn’t help being fascinated by the confused fascination in her pretty, youthful features.
The golden hired woman was almost painfully aware of the dark damp spot her body had left on the sheer blue fabric as Faith eased the pressure on her lovemouth.
“Ohh! Oh! Err! N-no…w-we don’t have anything like that,” she said visibly, uncomfortable, her eyes flickering nervously around the shop as if to look anywhere except at the evidence of the scantily dressed housewife’s arousal.
“Aw that’s a shame isn’t Sweetness. You really were hoping to get something trampy weren’t you baby? You see – she’s stripping at the Butterfly Cage again tonight…aren’t you Sweetness?”
“Mm-hmm…yes darling,” Joyce replied as if on cue. “So that I can show off what a slutty tramp you’re fucking!”
“Oh! Oh m-my!” the shop assistant’s mouth gaped.
“Have you ever been to the Cage,” Faith asked leaning close to read the shop girl’s nametag. “Kayla?” She looked at her intently, making her blush even deeper.
“Ohh…n-n-no!” she cried in response. “That’s a *lesbian* club…I-I…I’m not like that!” she protested.
“Well that’s what *I* said at first!” Joyce rolled her eyes at the young woman. “But my darling Faith soon taught me different!”
“Oh…b-but I’m n-not…I’m straight...I’m not a lesbian…really I’m not!”
“You sure?” The young chestnut haired Domme asked with a look. “How do you know if you never tried it? I mean you’re a bit young for me girl, but the way you were checking us out earlier, I just can’t believe you never got made by another chick! I mean you’re *so* pinging my ‘dar! I reckon there’s a few girls at the Cage would love to help turn you…help you find your inner dyke! I think they’d be queuing up to take spins on you – see who can make you bend furthest! You’d someone’s happy little Bitch in no time!”
“Oh…oh nohhh…” The shop assistant blushed even deeper. “Ohhh…oh m-m-my g-gosh…” Visibly shaken, she swept a hand through her hair
The young shop assistant was delightful, delicious. Joyce shivered and she knew that her lover could sense her arousal, her attraction to the slender brunette.
Faith’s hand squeezed and her eyes narrowed. Looking intently at Kayla she continued. “In fact…you sure you never got your lezzie cherry popped?” she asked drily.
“N-n-nohhh…I-I’m n-not like that…really I’m not…”
“Are you *sure*?” Joyce asked gently, joining in with the fun. “Have you really never even had your pussy licked by another woman – one of your girlfriends maybe? Or a teacher…or a sister…or even your mom?”
“Whaaathht? Ohhh! Oh n-nohhhhhhh!”
“Oh, but having another woman eat you out is just the best…mmmmm…it’s so good…” Joyce’s voice was husky now. She licked her lips.
“I-I…ohhh…” The young shop assistant didn’t seem to know what to say. Lost for words she stammered, blushing unable to meet their eyes.
“Tell you what Sweetness…” Faith smiled like a snake as she moved the conversation towards it’s inevitable conclusion. “Why don’t you show Kayla what you mean…show her what it’s like to get her pussy licked by a cunt-crazy lesbian…”
“Eeeep!” the poor young girl cried.
“Oh…oh g-osh…F-Faith…d-darling…” Joyce breathed. “A-are you s-sure that’s ok?”
“Yeah…come on Sweetness…let’s see you licking that pussy…I bet it’s dripping by now isn’t it Kayla…you’re soaking, aren’t you?”
“Eeeep!” the shop girl cried again. “Ohhh…” she gasped softly, squeezing her knees together.
“Mmmm…look at that…” Faith purred watching her closely, reading her body language; the tension as she shivered. The young dark-haired Domme knew what she was seeing – the nervous, unwitting, unwilling arousal; the confused, shuddering surrender to unwanted desires. She had seen it often, not least in Joyce a thousand times as they explored the ways in which she could be tested and tormented by her desires; as she was transformed into what she had become; as she was forced to surrender to humiliation and depravity. “Oh you’re *so* ready…you’re so horny right now aren’t you Kayla?”
“Ohhhh…oh n-n-nohhh!” the store assistant whimpered as Faith nodded her approval,
Faith quirked a sceptical eyebrow.
“No? We don’t believe you…do we Joyce?”
Joyce shook her head. “No, darling, we don’t,” she said before Faith continued.
“I promise you…you’ll love it Kayla…Joyce is such a great cunt licker…better than any of the dumb boys you ever had go down on you! You know they never really want to eat pussy…but a dyke like Joyce here…mmm…she loves eating pussy. She *lives* for it! Don’t you baby?”
“Mmmm…” Joyce moaned, her eyelids fluttering. “Oh yes I do!” she said emphatically.
“So pretty isn’t she Sweetness…mmmm…bet you can’t wait to eat her pussy?” Faith rasped, her own arousal sounding in her voice.
“Oooh y-yes...mmm p-please darling…let me…” Joyce moaned. Staring with ardent lust at the young shop-assistant she licked her lips. “Mmmm…bet she tastes so yummy…”
Faith nodded, moving towards Kayla. “Come on, Kayla…you’ll love it…” and she slipped behind her to draw her backwards towards the changing room. The girl resisted feebly, half-heartedly but the determined Domme was too much for her. Joyce followed closely, her heart racing; her sex throbbing.
Once in the small, semi private space they pushed Kayla down onto the small bench along the side wall. Opposite there was a full-length mirror.
“Get down and get to work then Sweetness,” Faith instructed firmly, putting a dominating hand on the older woman’s head. But she needed to apply no pressure. Just the simple presence of her hand was enough and Joyce subsided willingly to her knees in front of the shop assistant.
“Yes *ma’am*!” she said with emphasis as she obeyed. “Ohhh…” she breathed, her eyes tracking up the sheer, hose-clad legs to where they disappeared invitingly into Kayla’s skirt. “So pretty,” she breathed as she reached for the hem of the skirt, pushing it up the young woman’s legs, baring her stocking-clad thighs.
“Mmmm…the benefits of working in a lingerie store!” Faith said approvingly at the sight.
As Joyce pushed the skirt higher the shop assistant whimpered, trembling, her legs twitching as her pale, grey silk panties were revealed.
“Oh nice!” the golden-haired woman said in an almost reverent tone. Moving closer she used her hands to gently press the young brunette’s thighs apart.
Kayla’s thighs seemed to part easily now, but she moaned softly, half protesting as they were opened to let Joyce move closer.
“Ohhhhh…” she gasped as Joyce ran shaking fingers over the crotch of her panties; over the shape of her sex, tracing her sensitive folds through the satiny material.
Even through the covering of her panties Joyce could detect the heady scent of the young woman’s desire. She could feel the heat of her body against her fingers and she bit her lips gently delighted by the signs of her arousal.
“Mmmmm…oh you’re so lovely Kayla,” she purred looking up to meet the young woman’s gaze. Her greyish blue eyes fluttered but she blushed again as she felt Joyce’s eyes on her and she groaned.
“Mmmmm…” Joyce repeated, leaning in to place her mouth over the humid, fragrant fabric of Kayla’s pantied crotch.
“Ohhhh!” Kayla gasped at the contact, her legs kicking as she felt the pressure of the older woman’s tongue against her womanhood.
Joyce could taste musk through the material as she licked the younger woman’s panties. Different from Faith’s sharper flavour her arousal was fragrant and heady, aromatic and it filled her senses. Her eyelids flickered.
“Mmmmmm…” she purred again and Kayla groaned her feet kicking as the vibration transferred to the sensitive flesh of her pussy.
“Ohhh…gohhhd…” the young woman gasped as Joyce’s tongue began to lick, lapping at her through her panties; slowly, gently increasing the pressure; the intensity until at last she pulled the now sodden satin to one side to expose at last the soft, liquid flesh of her sex.
“Oh, so pretty!” Joyce sighed at the sight of the young woman’s folds.
Her pussy was lush pink between her fat, puffy outer lips that framed the honied divide with its glistening pink peal at the top. Joyce was captivated by the sight of her first innie.
“Ohhh…so pretty…” she breathed, moving into kiss Kayla’s lovemouth passionately; pressing her tongue deep between the young shop-girl’s plump lips and into the luscious well of pooling nectar. “Mmmmnnnmmmfff...” she murmured into Kayla’s sex as she began to lap and the intense, sharp flavour of the young woman’s love-juices filled her senses.
Above her Kayla groaned, gasping as she shook, her body quaking, arching up against Joyce’s mouth.
“Ohhhh…ohhhh gohhhhhddd…fuhhhhcccckkkk!”
Looking up the length of the young brunette’s body to meet her glassy gaze, Joyce was struck still harder by the similarity to Dawn and her heart raced making her pulse throb behind her clit as she continued to worship her womanhood.
Her tongue plunged deep into her core seeking out yet more of her delicious nectar from the source-spring and as she did so her nose pressed against the stiff little button of Kayla’s clit making her jolt. With the benefit of all the skill Faith had taught her Joyce began to work a pure magic inside the brunette, tonguing her deep while she found her clit with her fingers, pinching the little organ until Kayla was gasping, crying out in sheer pleasure, her legs kicking and her hips humping against Joyce so she had to cling to her thighs, working to stay attached.
“Ohhh…oh fuhhhckk…ohhhhh…oh yes…oh yes…ohhh fuhhhckk…s-sohh-sohhh g-goooood…ohhhh…oh gohhhhddd…oh suhhhhckkk yes…ohhh…oh m-m-my g-gohhhhd yessss…ahhhh…ahhhhhhh…ahhhhhhhhhh…p-please…oh fuhhck…s-so g-good…g-going to c-cuh-cuhhhmmmm…ahhhhhhhhhhh!”
She cried out, bucking, her inner walls clasping in spasm on Joyce’s tongue as a splash of ichor filled the older woman’s grateful, hungry mouth.
“Mmmmmggggmmmmffff-mmmmmmnnnnmmm!” Joyce moaned as she drank down the spurting girl-jizz.
A few minute later she sat up, finally ceasing the kiss, breaking contact with the shop assistant’s sublime pussy. Staring at it again she was certain it was one of the most beautiful things she’d seen. But then, she thought, the most beautiful things in the world *were* pussies and she smiled contentedly, licking her lips, savouring the flavour that had anointed them.
Looking up again she smiled at Kayla who met her smile with a blushing, bashful smile of her own as she shuddered, coming down from her crisis.
“Was that ok” Joyce asked with a grin and the brunette nodded slowly.
“Y-yes…oh yes…better than OK…i-it was the best orgasm of my life!”
“Told you she was good…” Faith said, also grinning. “And I’m going to be enjoying her…sitting on that face later!” She waggled her eyes at Joyce who smiled back up at her lover, feeling her heart beating faster in joyful response.
“I could eat you now darling?” she offered with a sly smile. “If you like?”
But Faith shook her head.
“Later Sweetness – we’ve got plenty to get through this afternoon…”

Back out in the store, still blushing, her previously immaculate appearance now slightly spoiled, Kayla shook a little as the aftershocks of the most intense climax of her life still rattled through her in fading waves.
She had no idea how to respond now as the other two continued their shopping almost un-disturbed.
Only Joyce’s smile told her they even realised anything had happened.

“Perhaps we should have these though darling,” Joyce said lightly, seemingly taking pity on the confused young woman with a smile. “I can wear them tomorrow for my spanking! Don’t you think they’ll look pretty when my ass is nice and red…before you take them down so you can fuck me?” Then she looked at Kayla, waggling her eye-brows and the young shop-assistant blushed again..
“Hmmm…maybe…” Faith purred in reply. “Shall we get the bra as well? Your tits will look nice in that.”
“Yes, please darling…and the garter belt please…I know how much you like me to be wearing stockings when you discipline me!”
“Yeah…you do look good in hose when your ass is on fire! And even when it’s not!”
The shop assistant choked.
“A slutty whore like me needs a regular spanking you know Kayla!” Joyce said with a wicked smile.
“It’s something else you should try some time,” Faith added. “Reckon a well spanked ass would *really* get you going…you definitely need to try the Cage…get yourself Topped!”
“Ohh…oh m-my…” Kayla moaned.
It seemed the least they could do to buy the expensive lingerie from the confused young woman.
“Thank you, darling,” Joyce said politely to her lover as she was presented with the smart carrier bag bearing the shops logo – though as usual it had been her credit card that had taken the hit – and she leaned close to the dark-haired young woman to kiss her, sucking on her tongue when it pressed between her lips.
“Hope she makes commission,” said Faith in Joyce’s ear as they left the shop. “But I think she enjoyed herself!”
Joyce looked back over her shoulder to see the other woman’s eyes following them intently. At the same time, Faith’s hand slipped back up beneath her skirt, her fingers plucking again at her thong.
“She was cute…reminded me a bit of Dawnie,” Faith continued. “What do you think?”
Joyce could not help the shudder that passed through her.
“Mm-hmm…” she said. “Yes darling – me too…i-it was a bit like I was going down on Dawnie.”
“Would you like to do that with Dawnie for real Sweetness…then you’ll have had both your daughters?” Faith gave her a raptor’s smile.
Despite everything she had been through in recent months Joyce still blushed at that.
She nodded her head slowly as her cheeks coloured and she bit her lip.
“Oh god…y-yes…y-you kn-know I would darling…with you in charge of me…of both of us…oh gosh…so *kinky*!”
“Mmmm…it would sure be nice to see…you’d look so pretty with her!”
“Oh Faith…a-are you g-going to make me do that?”
“Maybe Sweetness…but not yet…not until Dawn – and Janice – find themselves a Top! It wouldn’t be fair on them yet. They both *so* want to find a woman to dominate them. If we seduced them now they’ll only get confused…no when they’re both happily subbing to some lucky woman we’ll have a conversation – see if we can make a trade...maybe if they manage to convince Ms Calendar.”
Joyce nodded and she kissed her lover on the cheek.
“You really are a sweetheart darling – so kind thinking about Dawnie and Janice.”
But it hadn’t slipped the older woman’s notice that Faith had included Janice in her plans; nor had she failed to understand what her lover meant by a ‘trade’. And she thought about Dawn and Janice and their crush on their teacher wondering what it would be like to find herself under Jenny Calendar’s tutelage.
Heading out into the busy mall leaving the shattered Kayla staring after them, Joyce let her hips sway as they left the store to head towards the final destination on their impromptu shopping trip.

The mall was still busy and they attracted the usual glances; shocked and surprised; outraged, fascinated, lecherous; appreciative as they moved unhurriedly and Faith’s hand found Joyce’s bottom again fondling her openly as usual.
“Always attracting an audience Sweetness,” Faith said kissing her.
“Mmmm…so everyone can see that I’m your whore, darling,” Joyce answered with a smile, wiggling her ass in her lover’s hand as its fingers squeezed and they head towards their final port of call.
Anya looked a little bored as they entered their favourite sex-shop. Looking up from the cash desk she smiled, brightening immediately at the sight of two of her favourite customers. She found it hard not to be charmed by their affection; and highly stirred by the obvious depth of the sensual passion that two lovers felt for one-another.
“Faith…Joyce,” she said cheerily. Besides being an incredibly hot couple, whose relationship left her breathless with a lustful jealousy, their appearance invariably meant a profitable afternoon. “Hi!”
They smiled at her warmly in return.
“Hey Ahn,” Faith said with a lopsided look. “How’s your slutty ass?”
“It’s fine thanks Faith…” Anya replied brightly with a pout, her brows waggling and she smoothed her hand down over her flanks. “Don’t you think?”
Joyce’s eyes drank in the sight of the young fair-haired woman’s lithe, slender body lustfully. After going down on Kayla she was incredibly horny – not that she wasn’t always horny – and Anya was unquestionably hot.
From around the shop a scattering of customers – all male, all sad looking, watched them furtively; their eyes haunted with frustration and lechery. Anya shook her head at them with a sort of weary distaste.
“Not that it couldn’t be better if some hot dyke would only put me over her knee and spank it hard!” she said dreamily.
“You and Queen C still not found someone to deal with both your subby asses then?” Faith asked drily.
Anya shrugged. “You know how it is…she finds one I don’t want – I find someone she’s not really into…”
Male faces watched their conversation avidly, their eyes heated, lustful, smoky, hooded as they watched sly and shamefaced, heads down, pretending to browse an assortment of magazines and DVDs.
“I’m sure you’ll find someone…this town is full of dykes!” Faith said with a grin, and she turned a mocking gaze on numerous pairs of eyes that followed them.
At the same time, feeling uncomfortable with the venereal, lubricious attention that so amused her lover, Joyce pressed herself closer to Faith, instinctively moulding her body, sinuously, to the younger woman’s. She was used to the licentious admiration of her own sex now. Indeed, she had grown to appreciate and enjoy it; relishing her wanton sensuality and the how the sluttishness she had been schooled to affected the women to who saw her. But the lascivious male hunger felt wrong, sickening. It made her shiver and she was grateful when her lover’s hand found its customary, proprietary place on her buttocks; steadying her; reminding her of who she was; *what* she was. Comforted, she let her bottom move a little in her young Domme’s hand, demonstrating her willing acceptance of the young woman’s display of ownership; her command of her sexuality.
Comforted, she said: “but not every girl finds their perfect woman first time darling. They can’t *all* be as lucky as me.” And she softly pressed her lips to the young brunette’s cheek again.
Faith’s face lit up and she looked around the shop confidently, giving the older woman’s rump a squeeze.
“So, what shall we get you first Sweetness…” she said loudly. “I mean you need some slutty lingerie for tonight…but we should get you a new dildo while we’re here…a *really* big one…and a new porno? And what about that flogger you liked the look of last time?”
Joyce answered Faith with a giggle, girlish and light. “Oh, I don’t know darling…they all sound so lovely…you choose please…” And she bowed her head submissively as she spoke clasping her hands in front of her.
Keenly aware of the furtive lust that followed them, Joyce kept herself pressed close, making it clear to any observer that she belonged to Faith, maintaining intimate contact with her young lover’s reassuringly taut frame as they moved around the shop browsing videos and magazines, sex toys, instruments of bondage and those designed for discipline. But despite the hungry, frustrated stares she soon found herself becoming increasingly aroused. And as they became engrossed in the pages of a magazine dedicated to realistic portrayals of lesbian domestic discipline she almost forgot her audience. It was as if the publication had been intended for them.
“Mmmm…you’d look good in this Sweetness,” Faith purred. “I’d *love* to see you do a shoot for them.”
“Ohh? Oh m-my…g-gosh…” Joyce gasped with a stammer “I-in *h-here*?” She pointed to the page where a young woman with golden curls was being spanked by a stern-looking older woman. The shots of the impact of hand and paddle on her bottom and of the distress on her tear-filled face sufficient evidence of the veracity of the spanking. “Like that?”
“Mm-hmm,” Faith nodded. “It will be like taking your stripping to the next stage Sweetness…”
“Oh…oh m-my…i-i-if y-you’re sure darling,” Joyce stammered doubtfully.
“Well we’ll see – but maybe you should write them…send them a few photos…naked obviously…and see if they’d be able to feature you?”
“Oh – ok…i-if you say so darling,” the older woman acquiesced hesitantly, excitement at the idea warring with nervous terror at the prospect.
Deciding to buy the magazine Faith moved her on to the lingerie section where she selected a stripper thong in red, wet-look fabric for her to wear that night at the Butterfly Cage, and a slutty, fuchsia pink, backless teddy, cut high over the hips and backless for their next date at Pink Tango.
They were so wrapped up in each other by the time they moved on to browse the floggers, paddles, canes and crops Joyce had almost become oblivious to the eyes that watched them. Faith’s hand had slipped beneath her short skirt once more, to fondle her bottom, toying again with her thong, tugging at it abstractly so it chafed between the crease of her bottom, tightening on her sex, making her breathe heavily, squirming.
After a while they identified a flogger with shortish, thin, cruel looking, woven falls.
“I like this,” Faith said softly, letting it trail through her hands. “I think it will colour your ass beautifully sweetness…and your tits…oooh…and get into all those soft, sensitive places to make you cry and squirm so nice…”
“Ohhhmmmm…” Joyce moaned softly imagining how it would feel as it caressed her, curling around her bottom and breasts, snaking around and between her thighs to sip with fiery tongues at her lovemouth; knowing she would soon be finding out for real. She shook, writhing softly against her lover and she felt that all too familiar liquid fluttering in her depths. “Oh darling…” she breathed.
“Mmmmm…yes…” Faith purred, swishing the flogger through the air. “Shall we test it first Sweetness – before we buy it?” She looked drily at Joyce, her smile lopsided. “I reckon Anya will be ok with that.”
“Oh! Wh-what…h-here? N-now?” Joyce gasped looking around in panic, suddenly aware again of the many eyes upon her; that they were very much not alone; that they were in fact being closely watched; the centre of attention.
“Yeah…I reckon so…come on then Sweetness…take your skirt off and bend over…”
“Ohh…oh g-gohhd…F-Faith…p-please!” Joyce pleaded hopelessly but her lover’s eyes were hard and unyielding. In their dark, ebon depths she saw once again the power of her passion reflected in her lover’s gaze revealing how far Faith was prepared to take her and in turn, how far she was willing to go. Shaking, she subsided, inevitably into obedience and surrender.
“Tell you what…you can keep your panties on!” Faith smirked and Joyce shuddered, blushing – as if the tiny thong would offer any protection.
“Ohhh…oh gohhhhd…” Joyce repeated herself reaching to slip her tiny, flimsy skirt with shaking hands past the swell of her hips and down her legs, baring her thighs, her panties and her as near as naked bottom, before she bent forward, leaning, to set her hands on her knees and offer the mature, womanly expanse of her rump to her lover. Head down, her hair hanging in golden curls to shroud her, she heard a communal gasp; a collective inhalation of breath and she was all too conscious of the numerous pairs of eyes that watched her avidly in the silence that had settled on the shop.
Blushing she whimpered as Faith trailed the flogger over the wide expanse of her pale buttocks.
“Good girl,” her young lover breathed affectionately and Joyce felt a renewed shiver run through her at the brunette’s approval before the flogger stroked without intensity over her ass once again. “Good slut…shall we begin Sweetness?”
“Ohhh…” Joyce closed her eyes as she nodded her head. “Y-y-yes…yes please d-darling,” she panted though a swirl of humiliation and arousal.
The first stroke came inevitably moments later. It was almost gentle, but not; a caress of fire that wrapped around her bottom.
She gave the slightest, softest gasp before the flogger struck again, kissing her a little harder as Faith worked out its weight and how it would play to best effect across her flesh.
“Ohh…” Joyce moaned. “Ohh! Ahh! Ahhh!” Her gasping became louder, more heartfelt in response to each successive stroke as her lover quickly became comfortable with wielding the flogger. “Ahh! Ohh…oh gohhhd…ohhh…ahhhhh!”
Soon that all too familiar fire built across her buttocks; a blaze of agony that left her sobbing, pleading as her bottom was painted with the thin, manifold lines by the flogger’s falls and she was transported into her place of complete submission. She was aware of everything around her; even the lecherously engrossed audience; but they were part of her ordeal, part of her torment and in her subspace, she welcomed the humiliation of being a spectacle; of being watched in the same way as she welcomed the cruel strokes of the flogger. And when her lover told her to open her legs she obeyed without hesitation, though she sobbed at the feeling of the martinet across the back of her thighs.
“Ahhh…ahhh…aaahowww…ohh…oh gohhhhd…ahhhh!”
In her depths she felt the liquid pulsing of her wanton desires even as her bottom and thighs continued to suffer and she writhed between each stroke, her hips swaying and rolling, churning. She knew her sex was flushed and full, pouting with lush, pink desire inside the scant protection of her thong; as hot, nearly, as her poor, abused flanks.
After a while, though she couldn’t tell how long, Faith instructed her to stand up.
“Put your hands behind your back Sweetness,” she instructed before flicking the flogger around her hips so it snaked across her lower belly and down her thighs, narrowly missing the inflamed heat of her core. As she obeyed Faith moved in front to whip the leather plaits across the front and then between her thighs; swishing it with growing skill back and forth against the soft flesh inside. “Good…mmm-yes…I *do* like this…” she purred as Joyce cried out. “Don’t you Sweetness?”
“Ohh…ohhh fuhhck…y-yes d-dahhrling…mmm…ohhhhhh! Oooooffff!” Joyce moaned in response in anguished agreement as her inner thighs suffered.
And then flicking a different stroke between the older woman’s legs Faith swept the flogger upwards so it struck, fanning out at the ends to scorch her buttocks again from beneath, some of the falls slipping, snaking between the cheeks of her bottom.
“Oooohhh…ahh! Ahh! Ahhh! Ohhhhhhhh!” Joyce sobbed as her lover repeated the stroke several times before resuming with flogging her thighs and then moving back behind her to lash her bottom anew.
When the flogger swept up between her thighs from behind to kiss her groin brushing, with fire, the wanton need of her lovemouth through her panties, she shrilled, shaking and sobbing; begging. Her hips churned again, jerking and thrusting.
Her eyes were squeezed shut against the agony and humiliation, but she could feel the numerous heated gazes as surely as the falls of the flogger as, in Faith’s hands, it roamed her body; now swiping her bottom and now her thighs, before snapping upwards and then around her hips to slap across her belly; then down to the aching heat of her core.
“Ahhh…ahhhh…oh-ahhhhhhh…ahhh…aiiiiyyyeee…ahhhhh…oh-ahhhh…ohh…ohhh…aaah-ohhhhh…ahhhhhhhhhh!” she cried until at last her lover relented, satisfied it seemed.
And as she stood, panting, shaking, her hips rolling in the aftermath it was only at then that Joyce saw, through her dismay, the two familiar faces who had entered the shop during her ordeal.
There, by the door stood her friend Dayna, and beside the curvaceous brunette her daughter, Buffy.
Dayna’s hand rested, in unmistakeable control, on Buffy’s neck as they watched, eyes wide, in fascinated delight. Even in her distressed, emotionally wrought conditions Joyce could not mistake the overt lust in their stares any more than she could miss the way Anya’s hand moved surreptitiously between her thighs as she watched, her face eager, from behind her counter.
Dayna wore a sensible but smart long black, straight skirt. Tailored close over the wide, sturdy swell of her hips it descended down to mid-calf and with it she wore black mid-heeled ankle boots. A simple, pristine white blouse completed her smart, slightly austere, but somehow sensually elegant appearance. Her auburn hair was down to her shoulders like a mane.
Beside her was the petite form of Joyce’s older daughter. The blonde was dressed just as she had been when she had left the house earlier, almost as if for the park or a day at the mall in her pale lemon-yellow jean shorts that fitted her tight, athletic, young bottom like a sheath above her smoothly supple thighs. Low cut on the hips they left her middle bare below her pink shortie t-shirt with her pink sneaker socks and white tennis shoes to complete her outfit.
“Joyce! Faith!” Dayna said brightly. Guiding Buffy forwards to meet then, she leaned forward to press her lips to their cheeks, hugging Joyce closely. “Mmmm…you look lovely Joyce. That was quite a show!” she breathed in Joyce’s ear and in her heightened state the golden-haired woman trembled to feel Dayna’s arms around her, her body pressed against hers.
“Now what could *you* two be doing here?” Faith asked with a grin, waggling her eyebrows as she extracted her lover from Dayna’s embrace, her hands running down Joyce’s quaking form her hands sampling the heat of her tormented flanks
“The same as you two I guess.” Dayna replied with a grin.
Buffy nodded, nervously looking at the cat in Faith’s hands with its leather falls and its sculpted, phallus shaped handle. A shudder seemed to pass through her at the sight.
“Oh…y-you’re not going to get one of those for *me* are you Ma’am?” she asked, looking nervously at her new lover and Dayna smiled at her affectionately.
“No Sweetheart – not yet anyway…we’re going to get a paddle for you first.”
Buffy looked visibly relieved, despite the doubt that lurked behind her relief at her lover’s caveat.
“Yeah? You decided what sort?” Faith asked interestedly
“Well I don’t know,” admitted Dayna. “I’ve never paddled a girl before…I’ve spanked a few…but I’ve only ever used my hand…and my slipper…on Buffy just last night…” Buffy smiled, blushing. “I’m not quite sure where to begin!”
Faith put her hand on Dayna’s arm “Come on,” she said. “I’ll show you where to start.” Looking from Dayna to Buffy and then to the still shaking, emotional Joyce her eyes narrowed. “Wait there, Sweetness…hands on your head…head up…back straight…push your tits out…let everyone see what an obedient, lezzie slut you are!” She said once more making her control, her ownership of the older woman clear – if it could have been mistaken.
“Y-yes d-darling…” she answered, complying, standing as instructed as Faith and Dayna, who drew Buffy with her, moved to browse a selection of leather and wooden paddles of assorted sizes and weights. With the young blonde looking on uncertainly, troubled, an odd light in her eyes that betrayed an awkward amalgamation of dismay and excitement, Faith explained their various features and Dayna tested the way they felt in her hand, swishing them through the air until they narrowed down the search to three.

Meanwhile, as they browsed, and she stood, just as instructed in the middle of the shop, Joyce could feel the hungry male gazes of the other customers like a renewed heat on her torrid flesh. Her thong offered no real protection to her modesty of course, but it was the scorched stripes left by the flogger that, she knew, attracted their fiercest attention; and yet, despite – or perhaps because of – her humiliation, her core ached, wet with desire, her juices oozing into the fabric of her panties; and her nipples were hard against her blouse.
“Oh fuck... that's so hot,” she heard one of the men say behind her.
“Just *look* at her!” another voice rasped, raw with lust. “She's just so *submissive*! Such a slut! Standing there like that!”
“After *that whipping*!” The first voice spoke again. “Fuck Oz-man! I *want* a submissive woman like that!”
“You just want *any* woman Xander!”
“Yeah...well...I guess...but wouldn't having one like *that* be incredible! God my dick is so hard!”
“Yeah...but you know she's a dyke, Zan-man – they're all fucking dykes...all the hot, slutty ones! Your dick’s going nowhere near her!”
“Yeah...well…I know...but why? I mean *I* could get me a subby, slutty chick!”
“Yeah Zan...sure…of course you could...like Cordy and Anya! I mean you dated ‘em both...but you never even spanked them…did you? Even though they're both uber-subby...somehow turns out, they’re both queer!”
“Don’t remind me Oz, man! But will you just look at that slut’s ass! She was always super-hot! I mean Buffy was hot but I *always* wanted to fuck her mom as well!”
“Yeah...I know what you mean…and as for Buffy...but you never got to do her either – and now look at them both...dyke-sluts...hot for pussy!”
“Oh man! Oz! It’s so not fair!”
“Yeah…tell me about it Xander…”
“Look!” Xander interrupted his friend. “Oh fuck…now Buff’s gonna get her ass whupped as well!”
“Shit...”
Joyce swallowed shuddering at their conversation and she re-focused her attention to watch Faith, her daughter and her friend – her daughter’s new lover – closely.
Dayna's hand swung to land crisply upon the seat of the little blonde’s shorts making Buffy gasp, exhaling a soft moan, almost a sigh.
“Bend over sweetheart...quickly...so we can try them…we want to be sure we get the right paddle for you, don't we?”
“Oooch! Buffy gave another breathless gasp at a second impact of her new lover's hand. “Ohh...oh y-yes M-ma'am...” she answered with a moan as she leaned forwards. “L-like th-this Ma'am?” She asked putting her hands on her knees, arching her back to push out her bottom. She had, Joyce appreciated, learned quickly.
“Yes sweetheart – that's right...for now.” Dayna purred approvingly patting the young blonde’s bottom before landing a brief flurry of swats with her hand on the proffered, slender, denim-clad orbs.
“Mmmmm,” she purred as Buffy whimpered softly in response and the older woman selected the first of the paddles. “Good,” she said approvingly. “I like the feel of this one.” And she gave it a swishing flick of the wrist.
It was a broad, tan coloured; a 12-inch blade of leather attached to a smooth leather clad handle. It was stiffly flexible, flat and unmarked.
“You can really swing into the stroke with this sort of paddle,” Faith advised confidently, with an expertise that Joyce would have affirmed had anyone asked her. “It’ll cover a nice wide area of her ass so you don't have to be quite as accurate as the others and while it won't really bite as much, it still stings and it will warm her ass quickly while she'll really feel the impact all over! And – sounds like she’s like her mom and she responds better to sharp and stingy than a soft thud – it’s nice sharp. I reckon she’ll love the cane when you graduate her to it.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Dayna nodded. “Ok. Well let's see.” And she swung the paddle to bring it down with a sharp, hard crack on Buffy’s cheeks making the petite blonde rock forwards in her position with the weight of the stroke and she gave a gasp; an exhaled ‘ahhh’ as she did so.
The older woman gave her no time to recover, swinging the paddle again – with a little more certainty, a little more force – landing it with a sharp crack on the young submissive’s bottom, rocking her again, drawing another soft, gasp of distress.
“Mmm...no – that won't do,” Dayna said with a frown. “No, we better have your shorts and panties down, sweetheart.” Her tone was, matter of fact but there was an unmistakable note of excitement in her voice. “Stand up please Buffy dear!” she instructed.
Buffy obeyed easily as if it were the most normal thing in the world; as if she had been doing such things all her life and the mature brunette moved around in front to unfasten her shorts and ease them and her panties down so they fell to her ankles.
“And down again please sweetheart,” Dayna instructed.
“Yes Ma’am,” the young blonde acceded softly, reaching forwards.
Buffy's bottom was flushing with the first, delicate pink signs of spank warmed flesh after those first few strokes across her shorts and now, as it flattened, bouncing despite the tension her position imparted to her firm young buttocks. The colour deepened immediately at the sharp, crack of the paddle’s impact on her naked flesh.
“Oh! Oh! Ohhh! Ooooh!” She gasped moaning earnestly now as the paddle landed in a swift fusillade of strokes. “Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!”
Joyce watched, fascinated, engrossed, enraptured by the sight of her daughter's punishment; the way her body jolted at each impact; how her bottom jiggled; how her hips shook, shuddering and swaying; how the pale flesh of her blushing bottom darkened quickly and her moans became sobs.
It was as if she could feel every stroke her daughter suffered and her pulse throbbed, fluttering in her womanhood, her hips quaking.
Soon however Dayna set the first paddle aside to take the next one and apply that swiftly to Buffy's now roseate rump in turn.
It was red leather, narrower but stiffer and instead of curving sensuously around Buffy's bottom it impacted hard, driving, almost cutting, into the soft, pliant flesh making her cry out louder in distress.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Owwwwwch-ahhhhh!” and her hips jerked, her back arching, and her head flew back.
“Oh I *like* this...don't you sweetheart? Dayna breathed with delight as she struck the blonde’s bottom again.
“Ahhhh...ahh…oh y-y-yesss M-Ma'ahhhhhhhmm...” Buffy cried in reply.
“Mmmmm…oh that's very good...much better,” Dayna purred in approval. “Nice to use and…mmmm…” she ran a hand over the hot, tormented flesh of Buffy’s bottom. “And *definitely* effective...but we better check the last one? Hadn't we?”
Taking the last paddle, a black split leather strap she flexed it between her hands. It was less stiff than the red paddle and smaller than the first but its divided leather blade formed two narrow tongues that would bite wickedly.
It flicked through the air quicker than the other two to land on Buffy's bottom with a deliciously sharp, harsh *S-NAPPP!* sound and the young blonde woman cried out at the fierce impact as her cheeks recoiled, taking on an ever deeper stain of pinkish red.
“Ah-ahhhh!” She gasped. “Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ohhh! Oh-owwwwww!”
Her cries marking successive strokes, her body rocked and writhed in time to the merciless “snap-snap-snap-snap" of the leather on her proffered rear.

“Oh yes! I *like* this one!” Dayna cried in delight, pausing to admire the blazing, fiery heat she had painted on her young lover’s behind. She ran her hand again over the heated expanse before applying the paddle once more making Buffy cry out sobbing.
Despite her anguish Buffy maintained her submissive pose with a determination that made Joyce proud at the depth of her daughter's compliance.
“Mmm...bend lower sweetheart,” Dayna paused, placing her left hand on Buffy's back, her voice shaking with emotion. “Touch your toes.”
Shaking, Buffy obeyed reaching lower, her thighs straining, her blonde mop falling down to shroud her.
Joyce could see the dark, shadowed flesh between her thighs was fat, pouting, moist and her own arousal tightened some more.
“Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!” The younger summers woman cried out as her bottom suffered again.
After another flurry of sharp strokes, the split, leather biting as it snapped into Buffy's torrid flesh Dayna ceased, letting Buffy rise; the little blonde’s taut, athletic body shaking as she rubbed her bottom ruefully. Her thighs trembled and her hips churned.
Her eyes were moist.
“Mmmm...very good sweetheart.” Dayna said with a smile that was strangely tender.
She moved to inspect the raging heat of her young plaything’s rump. “Oh yes! Very good!” She ran her hand over the florid, radiating cheeks making Buffy shudder, moaning.
“Ooooooh...ohhhh...”
“That *certainly* works doesn't it sweetheart? You really felt that didn’t you dear?” She asked, continuing to sample the heat with her lustful hand before dipping down to dabble in the liquid fire that welled in the young woman’s lovemouth.
Her fingers came away glistening, wet with feminine desire.
“Ohhh...ooooooh y-yes m-ma'am...ooooooh!” Buffy moaned agreeing, and she bit her lower lip softly, closing her eyes, blushing at the intimate exploration. Though her eyes shone with tears, her breathing was heavy and her chest rose and fell with emotion and her hips rolled.
“Mmmm, delicious…” Dayna purred, licking her fingers. “We'll definitely get this one,” she said with a smile. “Shall we get the first one as well dear? No, I tell you what, let's get them all them shall we? What do you think sweetheart?”
“Oh...i-if y-you say Ma'am,” Buffy answered looking up from beneath her lashes at the older woman who was her lover and she gave a sort of lopsided, coquettish smile her eyes sparkling despite her distress.
Dayna couldn't help smiling at the petite blonde.
“Ohh *so* cute she said leaning in to brush her lips over the younger woman's. “Mmmm... now – go stand with your mom…hands on your head – just like her – while I go pay!”
Joyce’s heart raced, her pulse throbbing between her legs as she watched her daughter obey; standing up straight, arching her back with her slender young breasts pushed out.
Dayna smiled approvingly and she turned to Joyce with a lopsided grin, quirking an eyebrow at her friend.
“I really must find a way to thank you Joyce. You were so right about Buffy. She really is *just* like you honey! I'd like to get you something...say! Why don't I get you that flogger?”
Joyce was aware that all of the eyes in the place, including both her lover's and her daughter's, were on her.
“Thank you, Dayna,” Joyce said politely. “Th-that would be very kind.”
“Good...you don't mind, do you Faith?
Faith gave her a grin and held up her hands. “No – why should I?” she asked.
“Well...I suppose...another woman buying your girlfriend a present...”
“It's ok... she knows who her ass belongs to! I mean, she’d love to put out for you again, right now – but she won’t unless I let her…”
“Well... if you're sure Faith...”
“’course!”
“Well come on then... and why don't you let me pay for that dildo... as well?”
Faith shrugged. “Well if you're sure Dayna.”
And with that Dayna smiled and, reaching into her purse she headed towards the cash desk with Faith, leaving the two submissives behind.
Still standing in their penitent positions mother and daughter looked at each other.
Buffy answered Joyce's slight smile with one of her own.
“You ok, sweetie?” Joyce asked, feeling a sense of connection with Buffy she hadn't felt before. “That was quite a paddling!”
Buffy nodded. “Yes, thanks mom...” she said with a snuffle. “I-it’s ok...” she smiled shyly at her mother. “It hurts a bit...well a lot actually...but...” she managed to shrug despite her hands being atop her head. “That's ok...I kinda liked it...not the pain...but I do like when Dayna spanks me…being spanked like that – having to submit to it...even in public...being forced to submit…it’s so hot!” As she spoke she looked around the shop and blushed at the eyes that stared, drinking in her punished nakedness. She swallowed. “Oh my,” she gasped recognising familiar faces in the throng.
“It's ok Buffy,” Joyce soothed her daughter. “I know it's embarrassing...you should have heard what your friend Xander was saying earlier – about me – after my whipping!”
“Oh mom!” Buffy exclaimed. “But that's...” and she blushed deeply looking across to where her former school-friend’s eyes moved avidly between her body and her mother's. “...that's so embarrassing...”
“I know sweetie,” the older woman replied. “But that's how it is honey…being a sub…sometimes your Top will want to humiliate you. If she's like Faith – it will be a *lot* of the time!” She shuddered as she spoke. “Sometimes she might want to make you flash your panties…or even your pussy…in public…or she might just strip you…so everyone can see what a slut you are…or maybe she'll spank you...like today...for anyone...everyone to see! And you'll let her...if you want to be hers.”
“Oh…but I *do* mom...I *really* do. I love how Dayna makes me feel. I love having to do what she says...what she wants...I love knowing that if she wants to spank me I don't get a say...”
“Then you better get used to her showing you off like this honey…you better get used to a lot of things…because reckon Dayna is going to want to really take you really deep.”
“Deep?”
“Into submission Buffy,” Joyce explained kindly. “I mean it should be ok for you in some ways – she won't have to train you as hard as Faith had to train me! You already know you're queer! You already know you're a subby little dyke-slut. You know you want to please her. I had to be turned into that. I had to be taught…the hard way!”
“Ohhh...oh mom,” moaned Buffy, visibly moved. “Was Faith *very* harsh?”
Joyce smiled. “Yes. She was…it's what I needed…and she still is…it's what I *still* need. In fact, it's what I *want*! And Faith knows that...and I love her for it! But for you...exploring how deep you can go...it's what you wanted isn't?”
Buffy nodded slowly. “Y-yes,” she said. “I think so...wh-what else might she want me to do? T-to...take me *deep*?”
“Well she'll probably want you to strip...”
“Oh, that's ok...I like getting naked for her...”
“Not just for her dear...”
“I don't understand...”
“Well you know that first night you discovered me and Faith together...when we came in...and I was naked?”
“Yeah... she spanked you on the stairs...I was so freaked out at the time...”
“I know you were honey...but there was a reason I was naked...”
“Oh? I just thought you'd been outside in the garden...you know...fucking...I thought you were such a *slut*!”
“Well I am sweetie!” Joyce's eyes sparkled. “A totally trampy, lezzie, fuck-slut! But that wasn't what we'd been doing – not that night anyway – though Faith *has* fucked me on the front lawn before! No, we'd been at a lesbian strip club…the Butterfly Cage and I'd just danced for the first time...”
“Danced...you mean l-like a-a…a stripper?”
Joyce nodded. “Yes Buffy...they have a ‘Show us your Girlfriend’ night every week...Faith wanted to show *hers*...and she knows how I feel about getting naked...being sexual... in public...the humiliation…it's good for my submission!”
“Oh...s-so... do you th-think Dayna will want *me* to strip as well?” Buffy's eyes were wide.
“I wouldn't be surprised honey...I mean she's just paddled your ssa in public...and this is only your second date!”
“Ohhh...oh gosh...I…ohhhh...I-I d-don't know...”
“I don't think you get a choice Buffy...”
“Ohhh...I-I…I g-guess so...wh-what else m-might she make me do…I…I-I just thought I was going to be *hers*.”
“Well you will be sweetie...but – that doesn’t mean she won’t want to share you...”
“*Share* me? What do you mean?”
“With another woman, Buffy...another Top...both of them with you at once...dominating you together...maybe making you take two dildos at once...”
“Oh...oh god...at once? Together? L-like Willow? Oh fuhck!” Buffy said in a moan, her hips rolling. “H-has Faith done that with *you*, mom?”
“Of course she has,” Joyce nodded. “More than once...you saw me and Dayna that night!”
“Yes…of course…I forgot you fucked my girlfriend first.”
“Well to be honest honey, *she* did all the fucking...after she’d spanked me...I just subbed to her...but then you slept with Faith first though...”
“But that was years ago...before you were even into girls...”
Joyce tried to shrug. It looked awkward with her hands on her head and she smiled wryly at her daughter.
“What’s it like?” Buffy asked after a moment. “Being ‘shared’?”
“It's...intense...so intense...there’s so much sensation…almost too much stimulation...and it makes me feel so slutty...so helpless...like the only thing I’m good for…like my only purpose in life is…sex – to be fucked…mmmm...it’s incredible…feels so sexual…so slutty…”
Joyce's body quaked, her belly undulating at the memory.
“Oh my...” Buffy moaned. “Wh-who else has Faith shared you with?”
“First time it was Kendra...”
“*Kendra*? Buffy was incredulous. “But I went to school with Kendra!”
“I know dear – but she’s friends with Faith as well…”
“But you with Faith and Kendra…*together*?”
Joyce smiled. “Yes, and it was incredible...”
“H- has she shared you with anyone else?”
“Apart from you, you mean?”
“Well...I-I....oh mom...yes...”
“And Dayna...and just this afternoon she made me go down on a shop-assistant!”
“Mom!” Buffy exclaimed.
“You know...it's like I was telling you; a sub doesn't get to choose...you do what your lover decides...what she wants you to do...no matter how painful, or humiliating, or slutty...why else do you think I made love to you? Not that it wasn't amazing...you're a great fuck sweetie...but I'd never have dreamed of it unless Faith had ordered me to.”
“Ordered you to?”
“Yes honey,” Joyce answered seriously. “And I'm sure Dayna will order you to do things you'd never dream of...if you're lucky...” She waggled her eyebrows at her daughter.
“Ohh...do you think so mom?”
Joyce nodded. “I'm sure she will...”
Buffy smiled at her mother, reassured. “Do you think she'll want to see me and you together again, mom?” She asked slyly, with a coy look.
“Maybe,” Joyce grinned in reply. “I hope so…I’d like that...maybe we'll *both* sub to Dayna...when she and Faith say so…”
“Ooooh...that sounds hot mom...”
Buffy was about to continue when their conversation was halted at that point by the return of their respective lovers.
“Now don't say I never buy you anything sweetheart,” Dayna said presenting Buffy with a carrier bag. “I got *all three* paddles and Faith thought we should get a new dildo just for you as well!”
“And don't forget the butt plug!” Faith added brightly.
“Oh I *haven't*!” Dayna said with a wink towards Buffy.
The young blonde woman met her lover's smile with doubtful eyes.
“A butt plug?”
“Yes dear...a *big* one...mmmmm…you're going to love it stretching your slutty little ssa-hole!” And she kissed the little blonde.
Buffy was breathless, her petitely, prefect breasts heaving, her nipples poking against the thin material of her t-shirt when Dayna broke the kiss. Despite the still too evident, heated distress of her bare, roseate cheeks, she seemed to arch towards the older woman as if to press her body against her.
“I-if you say so Ma'am,” she said. “Whatever you decide...you're in charge of me...you're my Top…Ma'am...”
“That's good, sweetheart...now...you better make yourself decent before we go...much though I like the idea of marching you up the street with your bare, paddled backside on show...we’ll save that for another time dear! For now, you've got some pussy to eat sweetheart...once we've filled that bottom of yours!”
“Yes Ma'am,” Buffy answered and she shot a sideways look at her mother before bending to comply.
Joyce smiled fondly at her daughter as she struggled, bag in hand, to pull up her panties and shorts, drawing them up her legs and over her tormented rump, squirming with a moan at the sensation.
“You can do the same now Sweetness,” Faith said in Joyce's ear, her hand running over the older woman's bottom.
“Yes darling,” Joyce breathed in reply, removing her hands from her head before reaching for her skirt, stepping into it to cover up her striped bottom. As she did so she realised that where it left her thighs bare, the still angry whip marks would be visible and she shivered, her core tightening again.
She squeezed her thighs together.
“Shall we go home babe?” Faith asked and Joyce nodded her head in response.
They waved goodbye to a very happy looking Anya as the four of them left the shop with their carrier bags; Faith’s hand, like Dayna’s, on her submissive lover's behind. Joyce could feel the hungry, resentful eyes of the watching men as they left and she let her hips sway once again, her bottom rolling, jiggling in the young brunette’s clasping hand to let everyone know whose slut she was.
Alongside her, her lover chuckled.
***

Intermezzo
“Hey – Ahn...y'know...err...if y-you...y'know...w-want s-someone t-to...err...h-help you...a-and Cor...y'know...w-with what you said...a-about...someone t-to help y-you...t-to deal with y-your...err...y-your...you know...err...your s-slutty a-ass...w-well...I-I c-could…I could maybe…y’know…h-help...I-I…I r-reckon…i-if you like…y-you know I-I a-always w-wanted to...well...err...to sp-spank you both.”
Anya looked at Xander in disgust. And she pulled a face as if she smelled something unpleasant.
“Err…ewwww!” she spat. “Yuk! That's disgusting! Xander Harris you...you...you pervert!”
“B-but...y-you said...” Xander protested lamely, weakly.
“You're disgusting!” Anya spat again. “I think you should leave now Xander. Pay for your porn and go...you perv!”
As Xander slunk away she turned and glared at the rest of her now frightened looking customers.

“Anyone else got anything disgusting to say?” She demanded but there was no response as they all ducked their heads refusing to meet her angry gaze.
***

Outside the shop they watched Dayna and Buffy head off to where Dayna had left her car, Joyce’s friend putting her hand on the seat of the skinny jean-shorts that encased the younger woman’s recently paddled rump in order to steer her, and Buffy squirmed at the firm presence of her lover’s hand on her tortured butt. In her hand was the bag containing the three leather paddles, the butt plug and the dildo that Dayna had purchased. There could be little doubt about the torrid night that awaited the young blonde.
“They look good together,” Faith said with a nod, her hand lingering in turn on the ache of Joyce’s bottom like a reflection, making the golden-haired dame tremble, her hips rolling.
“I know,” Joyce replied still deeply emotional as much as a result of what she had witnessed as what she had experienced, that afternoon. “Dayna certainly has taken charge of Buffy quickly!” And she thought back to her conversation with Buffy, her heat fluttering. “I don’t think Buffy’s going to be able to keep her legs closed for long once they get home…”
The older woman waggled her eyebrows with a smirk, giving her young lover a look.
“You are terrible Sweetness.”
Joyce shrugged again, smiling at her lover, her eyes liquid and she offered her mouth, her lips full and passionate, to the younger woman’s kiss.
“So, you still want to strip tonight?” Faith asked as they reached the car a few minutes later.
The older woman batted her lashes. “Of course, I do!” she said with a smile. “Then I can show you what a slut you’re fucking.”
“I already know what a slut you are baby…”
“Yes…but darling this way, *you* get to show everyone else…”
“Mmmm…good point…ok…well with those stripes…everyone’s gonna know!” Faith gave her golden-haired over a look that made Joyce’s heart ache with love. “If you’re sure…” she shrugged.
“Please darling,” Joyce pleaded softly. “Don’t give me a choice
Faith’s smile widened at the passionate submission in her lover’s voice.
“Well we better go get you ready Sweetness,” she said, making Joyce smile in return, leaning to kiss the dark haired young woman’s cheek.
“Thank you darling…then everyone can see that you flogged me…that you *own* my slutty ass…that you can do *anything* with me…remember that fantasy we shared…with me as your slutty MILF when you were still at school? And everyone knew about us…everyone saw you fucking me…”
Faith nodded. “Uh-huh.” She waggled her eyebrows.
“It’ll be a bit like that.”
“Mmmmm…yeah, so hot! I love you Sweetness!”
“I love you as well darling…I love you so much…I want people to know about us…about *me*…I want them to know you’re fucking me…that you’re my Top and I’m your bottom…I want them to *know* that you’re spanking me…I want them to wonder if, underneath my panties…when I’m *wearing* panties…that my ass is hot and pink…and I want them to know you flogged me this afternoon…I want them to be able to *see*…I want them to know I’m a tramp…that I’m *your* tramp…that I’m stripping to show them I belong to you.”
“Fuck! You’re *such* a slut Joyce. You turn me on so much!”
Joyce’s eyes shone as she smiled in response.
“I’m glad…that’s my role in life darling,” she said heat in her eyes. “And I love how much Dominating me turns you on…I love how much *you* love making me do all these things…how much you love punishing me darling!”
Faith’s lip curled into a lopsided smile. Nodding she said. “Oh yes! I *love* punishing you…just like I love fucking you…”
“But you always say punishing me *is* fucking me darling! Are you going to punish me again later darling?” Her eyes fluttered again, her smile coy.
“Mmmm…” the younger woman nodded, grinning wickedly in response. “After you’ve stripped baby. Then you can *really* get intimate with your new flogger…with the whole club watching…”
“Oh…ohhh…g-goshh…” Joyce said with a shiver, the slightest catch in her voice and her core twitched. “I-if you s-say so darling. You’re in charge of me…” And she smiled, bowing her head.
“I am Sweetness…” Faith’s voice was certain, absolute; filled with love and promising pain.

***

And so, a few scant hours later Joyce stepped once more onto the stage at the Butterfly Cage to perform, stripping as she danced; baring her slender, elegant curves, revealing all for the 6ssembled audience; her honeyed flesh painted with the delicate pink tracery of her earlier whipping.
And she felt that strange rush once again; shivering at the feeling of those lustfully feminine eyes upon her as they relished her sensual, erotic show. Knowing what it told the audience about her, about her submission, she felt an erotic charge as they drank in the sight of her as she moved, dancing, posing, displaying every intimate inch of her body. She felt the hunger that radiated from them, tangible and oppressive; and as she knelt, pointing her hind-quarters, whip-marked, to the crowd, her head low, back arched, legs parted she knew that they could see the honeyed, lust drenched flesh of her womanhood and knew her for the slut she was.
She felt her lover’s gaze, hot with a passion that went far beyond the hunger of the lustful throng; delighting in her submission; relishing the simple fact of her demeaning herself for her; for the pleasure of controlling, dominating her; and they shared their need, their heated desire for each other.
She opened her sex with her fingers letting everyone see up inside her, fingering her button so her hips jerked and then spread her ass cheeks to tease her rose-bud with a finger moistened in her sex. Wanton, she let everyone see her surrender and the sluttish need she felt in her public submission. As she did so she felt herself slip away, sliding deep again into her sub-space; into the depths where she ceased to be anything except Faith’s whore. It felt to her as if both the crowd was there, avid, relishing her show and at the same time there was only Faith. And sinking deeper into submission her lover became more than ever her world, her everything and she knew, with a shudder that the flogger awaited.
In her lover’s eyes she saw the certainty that she would make good on her promise of a more thorough introduction to the flogger than she had experienced that afternoon in the sex shop; less of a trial more the beginning of an intimate relationship with its cruel falls as they enfolded her body with fire; the latest chapter in the tale of her journey into submission; into suffering and sensuality. Her heart raced and her head span in response to the passion she felt, the adoring love for the demanding, harsh young woman to whom she belonged; who she knew, beyond doubt, was her soul-mate. She gave a heart-felt groan and her eyes fluttered, her insides churning when she saw the whip in her young Mistress’ hands.
The audience bayed as the young Domme ascended onto the stage to continue Joyce’s earlier flogging. Now stripped completely naked, denied now even the scant protection of her thong, Joyce gave herself into the fiery embrace of the flogger’s leather caress and, transfixed, the crowd watched in breathless delight.

***
Intermezzo

The young brunette looked doubtfully up at the sign above the club door.
Pink neon lights formed the shape of two semi-naked women over which were displayed the name of the club ‘Butterfly Cage’.
From inside came the sound of music, slow, seductive: the sort of music that one might dance to – or the sort that someone might strip to. By the door two women: an attractive, mature red-head and a younger blonde woman were kissing. The blonde’s hand was beneath the older woman’s dress. The redhead’s hips churned.
Kayla shuddered. It was definitely the place; and then her feet began to move, as if on autopilot, taking her up the steps to the door. The stocky, dark-skinned woman on the door smiled at her.
“You’re new, aren’t you?” she said, opening the door for her. Her eyes passing appreciatively up and down Kayla, making her shiver despite the unbidden heat where her legs met.
“Y-yes…”
“Mmmm…” the door-keeper purred, nodding. “Well…welcome to the Cage…my name’s Sal…you need anything…just ask for me!” Her smile was narrow, not unkind but unmistakeably lecherous.
***

On Monday morning, Joyce returned to work, her heart light and her head filled with love and fulfilment after the adventures of the weekend. After the wild passion of Saturday; her very public flogging at the sex shop; her subsequent performance at the Butterfly Cage – and its inevitable orgasmic aftermath on Sunday Faith had been so much more gentle – not less dominating or demanding as she made love to her; but, while firm, controlling, her harsher appetites seemed in abeyance. She did not spank her at all; not before she made love to her before breakfast; nor in the shower where, once again, she had held her open as she peed then splashing Joyce’s groin and thighs with her own release before using the shower head to douche her once more; and not when they had taken a walk to the park where she had ravished her again in the long grass and they Faith had agreed, at last, to paint her.
It felt, in many ways like a perfect Sunday. On their walk back from the park, Joyce had leaned languid and pliant against her lover in the circle of her arm and her hips had swayed and she’d smiled at passers-by to show them her happiness in what she was. She felt sublimely contented, as if completely fulfilled, and though something itched in her depths it could not faze her tranquillity. Deep in sub-space she knew that Faith would discipline her again soon enough; indeed, her body craved it, but for now she felt serene.
They returned home and Joyce fetched her lover a drink before she donned lingerie in preparation for domesticity and sexual servitude. Later she prepared dinner knowing her lover watched her through lustful eyes as always.
Afterwards they settled down to watch one of the new pornos they had purchased the day before when the phone rang. Pausing Cheerleaders Revenge in the middle of a scene of in which two older women were at the centre of an all-girl gang-bang, Joyce sat up. On her knees she reached for the phone. On the other end of the line was Buffy who explained that she would not be coming home just yet because she was…occupied.
It quickly became obvious by the increasingly ragged sound of Buffy’s breathing and the soft grunts that punctuated her words that Dayna was making love to her as they spoke.
“Dayna’s fucking you now isn’t she sweetie?” Joyce asked, huskily, her heart tripping as her core tightened and beside her Faith broke into a grin before indicating to Joyce to put the phone on speaker.
“You’re on speaker honey,” Joyce said as she obeyed. “So, Faith can hear everything as well…”
“Oh m-m-m-my g-gosh…ohh-oh mmnnuh! Ooooffff!” Buffy gasped, her embarrassed half laugh becoming a full gasping groan of pleasure. “Ohhhhh…oh g-god…oh mom…oh fuh-fuck…Oh D-Dayna…sh-she’s s-so d-deep…i-in m-my ass…ohhh…ahhhh…ohhhh…”
“Mmmm…lucky girl…” Joyce breathed with conviction as Buffy’s moans grew.
“Well we probably ought to return the favour then sweetie…it’s not fair that B’ is doing all the work…” Faith said, murmuring in her ear as she peeled her panties over her hips and to her knees she before stepped into the harness of the new dildo that Dayna had bought for them and which had been laid out ready for use. Anointing it with lube she moved behind Joyce to press the new toy to the older woman’s tiny pink knot.
“Oh…ohh…ahh-oooooohhhh!” Joyce cried out as her lover entered her, plunging deep into her, violating her bottom. “F-fuhhhhck…F-Faith…d-darling…s-so-ohh bi-ih-ig! Oh B-Buffy…Faith’s i-in me…i-in m-my a-ah-ass a-as weh-eh-ehhhlllluhhh! Ahhhh-uhh-uhh-uhhhh”
And then, one of her hands in Joyce’s hair pulling her up against her while the other controlled her hips to ensure that each stroke went to its full depth into her root in time to the sounds of Buffy’s growing pleasure, Faith established an answering rhythm of strokes, fucking the older woman in the ass until her cries synchronised with her daughter’s.
“Ohhh…ohhh…oh mohhhhmmmuhhhh…ohhh-ahhhh!” Buffy moaned and Joyce answered: “Ohh B-Buhhhhfffeeee! Oooh…ohhh…ahhh-ooooh!”
Their gasps and groans came in counterpoint for a while before synchronising as their lovers’ control exerted itself to the full.
“Ohhh…ahhhh-ahhh…” cried Buffy and Joyce answered: “Ahhh…ohhhh-ohh…”
“Ahhhh…oh-oh-ahhhhhh…” the young blonde moaned.
“Ooooh...ah-oh-oooohh…” the older woman echoed.
“Ohhhh…ohhhhhh…”
“Ahhhh…uhhhhhh…”
“Ahhhhh…”
“Ohhhhh…”
“Ooooohhh…”
“Ahhhhhhh…”
“Uhhhhhhh…”
“Uhhhhhhh…”
“Ahhhhhhh…”
“Ahhhhhhh…”
Connected only by the phone-line, but with their lovers sodomising them both in time, their cries came as one in perfect harmony as they were driven inevitably towards a shared moment of orgasm.
“Ohhhh…ohh…ohhh…ohhh…ahhhh…” They seemed to cry as one.
“G-g-g-going t-to c-cuh…” Buffy howled at last.
“Cuhhhhhhmmmm…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Joyce wailed finishing her daughter’s cry as they peaked and crashed as one coming in unison; crying out their shared surrender.

“Mmmm…s-so, you’re not coming home tonight then sweetie,” Joyce asked a little later as both she and Buffy recovered. She was still a little breathless. The dildo was still deep in her bottom.
“Mmmm…no…Dayna wants to see how often she can make me come,” Buffy answered. Her voice was dreamy in her aftermath.
“Well you make sure you repay the favour…like a good little slut…” Joyce said cheerfully.
“Oh I’m sure I’ll be eating her again soon. I’ve been eating her pussy and her ass *all* day! She’s so yummy…and I’m sure I haven’t finished yet!”
“Mmmm…lucky girl!” Joyce murmured again.
“Who me or Dayna?” Buffy asked with a chuckle.
“Well both of you of course!” Joyce replied. “Remember – I *know*…I’ve had you both!”
In the background they could hear Dayna laughing before she instructed Buffy to say goodbye to her mom telling her to ‘bring that slutty little ass over here and get your legs nice and wide dear…let’s find out how much of my hand your little pussy can take…’
“Ooooh…here we go again!” chirped Buffy in response. “Gotta go mom …”
“Lucky girl,” Joyce breathed again as she returned the phone to its hook.
Faith looked at her waggling her eyebrows before pulling her into her arms their movie forgotten for now.
Lying in her young lover’s arms, Joyce asked, softly: “You haven’t spanked me today darling…” and Faith smiled in return.
“I know,” she answered, her voice equally soft.
“B-but why?”
“Do you *want* me to punish you Sweetness?”
Joyce’s heart fluttered.
It was a rare day that she went undisciplined at all – though not entirely without precedent – and the overall effect was to leave her tense and edgy, needy; hornier than usual and more deeply responsive each time Faith made love to her. It was perhaps as if punishment had become as necessary to her as the air she breathed, an essential part of her sensuality. She found herself hankering for the pain and humiliation of her lover’s crueller appetites and without it she was more fraught, more subject to her lusts than ever.
“W-well…no…not really,” she said shyly. “I-I…I mean maybe…it still hurts…it hurts so much…especially when you cane me – or when you flogged me yesterday…b-but…” she shrugged, sitting up, her hands between her knees. Looking intently at the dark-haired young woman who owned her body and soul she searched for the right words. “But…i-it’s part of me now…it’s part of what makes me what I am. It’s part of being your submissive…your bottom…your whore…”
“And you like *that* don’t you Sweetness?”
“Being your bottom? Your slutty, lezzie fuck-whore darling?” Joyce looked up with a sly smile. “Of *course* I do Faith.”
Faith grinned.
“Damn and I love your slutty, lezzie fuck-whore ass so much, Sweetness…but I’m still not going to discipline you today…but don’t worry baby,” she soothed, stroking Joyce’s gold-spun hair. “It’s not because I don’t want to. Damn, I want to so much…it’s killing me! I promise you, you’ll be crying a river again soon enough…but for now…I want you to know how much you want it…you need it…I want you to feel that however much you hate it…you *need* it…and I want to enjoy how much it’s making you freak…wanting something that hurts so much, so bad…and knowing that you can’t have it anyway…”
“Ohhh Gohhhd!” Joyce moaned; almost sobbed.
“Hush baby…it’s ok Sweetness…” the dark-haired young woman stroked the fall of Joyce’s golden curls again, soothing. “Remember you’re mine…remember all the things you’ve done for me…all the things I’ve made you do…I can do anything with you…and that’s what you want…what you need!”
Joyce’s eyes widened at her lover’s skilful manipulation and, shuddering she realised the truth of what Faith was saying. She didn’t *want* to be punished exactly, but she wanted how it made her feel, the certainty of who she was, what she was; the way it defined her through submission; the way her sensuality sprang from it. But unpunished, undisciplined she understood that she would have to find that commitment, that submission to Faith all on her own – that she *wanted* to find it.
“Oh you *can* Faith…a-and I *do*…I need it!”
Faith smiled and there was that light in her eyes again, blazing with passion and love.
“I think,” the dark-haired young Domme said, pressing her onto her back and pushing her legs apart once more. “We should try to find out how many times we can get you off in one night as well…”
“Mmmm…mmmm,” Joyce mumbled into her lover’s mouth. “B-but we’ve *done* that before darling…it was 12 I think…though I can’t remember the last few!”
“Well we better try for a new record…call it a challenge…let’s see how far you can go…then you can compare with B’…now…let’s say you’re on one…” Faith’s fingers dabbled in Joyce’s wetness, probing her lovemouth.
“Oooooohhhh…y-yes darling…” the golden-haired woman moaned as her lover added a third and then a fourth finger to her straining womanhood. “Ohhhhhhhhhh…” her legs trembled as she drew them up, opening herself as wide as she could go.
“Ohhhnnnnnnahhhhhhh…ohhh plea-eazzzze…oh gohhhhhhhhdddd!” she cried, arching as hr lover formed her hand into a fist inside her velvet depths, making her toes curl and her body strain as Faith plunged deep into her.

***

End of Part 5: A Natural Course of Events

Joyce and Faith will return in the penultimate part of the Servitude of Sappho: Triquetra
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