A Secret Lost Part 1

A Secret Lost

Part 1

By

Elizabeth Thorn

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A Secret Lost Part 1

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Chapter 1

Joanne

Mrs. Kelly is a regular MILF; at thirty-four she stands at 5’ 9”, slim, and with an ass and a pair of double D tits that you could bounce a quarter off, long blonde wavy hair that hangs all the way down to her bubble ass, and a pair of bright crystal clear blue eyes set in a face of classical beauty with high cheekbones and full lips. There is no denying it, she is the bomb. She is also widowed and thoroughly conservative. Her dress style of choice is no doubt chosen in an attempt at downplaying her natural bodaciousness; foolish, as there is nothing that can hide those curves, at least not fully, not enough to avoid stares and advances. Still, she tries to keep her head up high and ignore the effect she has on men and women alike as best she can. She also lives across the street from me and I’ve known her since I was a kid. I guess she thinks of me as her niece, as she never forgets my birthday or to inquire how I’m doing in school. I guess that is why I should feel particularly bad about what I’m about to do as I walk up her driveway, but I don’t. Instead I feel my pussy itch with excitement and my heart beat strong and quick.

Ringing the bell, she appears within seconds, looking gorgeous as always, but putting herself to shame at the same time with a chunky sweater and a pair of baggy jeans. Instead of capitalizing on her looks, rejoicing in her femininity, she tries to hide it. What a waste of beauty.

“Oh, Joanne,” she says. “How great to see you. What’s up?” Her smile is bright and sincere, but I’m certain it won’t be there in a bit.

“Anna, there is something I want to show you,” I say and can tell she is taken aback by my use of her first name. For as long as I’ve known her, despite our familiarity, I’ve always addressed her as Mrs. Kelly. But today, things are about to change. Today, she is getting to know a whole new me and she will be exploring a whole new side of herself under my direct supervision. We are about to get very intimate and that alone warrants addressing each other on a first name basis.

“Eh, yeah, sure,” she says after recovering herself. I can tell from the frown between her perfect arched eyebrows that she is trying to figure out what is up and the only reason why she hasn’t scolded me is because of her gentle and well bred nature. Silly Anna.

The interior of her home reflects her conservative nature and is furnished with one antique after another. I guess with the money she was paid from her hubby’s life insurance, antiques are not out of reach. Taking the lead, I pass through the hallway, even admiring my cute self in the full-size mirror; only 5’4” myself, I’m plenty cute, but more in that young girl kind of way, not all curvaceous woman like Anna; dressing like a hot teen to maximize effect in skirts that are too short and tops that are too tight, not to mention my killer high heels, I draw plenty of admirers myself, but I’m still not in Anna Kelly’s league, no one I know is. The living room is all Persian rug from one end to the other, and yet more antiques. Falling back on the leather couch, knowing how she’ll hate it, I give Anna a big confident smile.

“Joanne,” she starts, readying herself to have a word with me.

“Anna, save it,” I say casually, my pussy throbbing at the thought of what I am about to do to her. If I were inclined to pity, then now would be the moment to pity the poor woman, but I don’t. My hormone levels, at an all time high at eighteen, are taking the lead and I could no more stop myself as I could stop a runaway train that is heading for a cliff. This woman is mine to do with as I please and I love it.

“Joanne,” she says again, this time in an exasperated way, her hands on her hips. No doubt she thinks this is just a teenage thing and things will be all right in a day. “What has gotten into you?”

“This,” I say, throwing the rolled up magazine at her feet. It doesn’t fall open at any of the damaging pages, but I can see shock register in her face when she sees the cover. In fact, it is more than just shock that draws the blood from her face, it is sheer horror. Her blue eyes grow wide, darting from the cover to me and I see her connect the dots, then back to the cover again and her shoulders slump. I can literally see hope leave her body by the way she hangs her head and the weak voice that asks me what I want.

“You, Anna. I want you.” I wait a spell to let the words sink in. “All of you.” That is when she surprises me with an anger I foolishly hadn’t anticipated. Instead of surrender, I see her jaw muscles work hard under her perfect skin, and when she looks up, her eyes spit fire at me, her entire body trembling with an anger that sends a bolt of fear down my spine, and for a moment I actually fear she is about to attack me physically.

“Out!” she says with unconcealed anger. “Out, now!”

I don’t hesitate; I am not that stupid or tired of life. So, I leave as fast as my legs can carry me and only when I’m safely in my room do I curse myself for leaving the magazine behind. “Fuck,” I say under my breath and kick the air as if that is going to change anything. I’m angry at myself now and Anna is about to find out that I won’t be brushed off this easily. After weeks of fantasizing about it, I now feel I am entitled to her as my possession and I won’t let my pet tell me otherwise. The loss of the magazine is more a sentimental one than practical. I’ve made scans of each page and sent copies of it to both my email accounts as well as putting it into dropbox, and it only takes me moments before I have a fresh set of prints in my hands. Color prints at 200% of their original size to make an impression. Writing my cellphone number on one of them, I already feel much better.
We’ll see who has the last words here, bitch,
I think when I roll the prints up and cross the street, imagining the look on her beautiful face when she sees the prints on the floor and what would have happened if it had been someone else to find them, when I slip them under the door and ring the bell. I don’t have to wait long before I hear her approaching footsteps, followed by a soft cry. Pleased with myself, I walk back, certain I’ll have a call within five minutes. I’m right; even before I’m at the front door, my cell rings. Content to let it ring and have her sweat, I go to my room and leisurely lie down on bed as it keeps ringing until it goes to voicemail. Then I wait until she calls again.

“Joanne, please,” Anna says when I answer, no more anger in her voice, only the despair of a woman with her back to the wall. I decide that I enjoy the begging tone to her normally calm voice and let her talk. “This isn’t you and that woman in those pictures wasn’t me, not the real me. It was a crazy time in my life and I was desperate,” she says before falling silent with a sob. Thinking of the woman in the pictures, several cocks buried deep inside her and a look of sexual frenzy in her eyes, it sounds like Anna is either lying to me or herself. “I was broke and really needed the money, my ex had left me with debt that he’d made behind my back and I was about to get kicked out on the street. That’s why I did that, not because I wanted to, and I’ve regretted that foolish decision ever since. You have no idea how it has been for me. Always afraid someone would find those old pictures somewhere,” she continues and falls silent again. I can sure imagine her fear. With her image, she’d lose her entire social standing if that ever came out, and that is my ace. That is what I’m counting on. That dirty little secret will make her into my very own blonde bombshell of a pet. Again I feel my pussy twitch in anticipation of all the things that I am about to do to Anna Kelly. “Don’t do this, Joanne, please,” Anna pleads as if she has read my mind.

“Do what?” I ask, as sweetly as I can, enjoying myself fully, my hand finding its way under my skirt and into my panties.

“You know,” Anna says softly, not wanting to say the words that hang unspoken between us but which we both know will be said sooner or later, no matter if she begs for a mercy she would be foolish to expect.

“You tell me, Anna,” I say, a jolt of pleasure shooting through my pussy, my fingers working my clit fast and hard. Just knowing I can do anything I want with this woman drives up the heat between my legs. Who said power is the ultimate aphrodisiac? It is true.

“You know,” Anna says again, sounding she is about to cry, and falls silent.

“Anna,” I say sternly, a tone I’ve never used on any adult before, like I‘m scolding a child, “if we are to communicate efficiently then I suggest you express yourself in a clear and concise way. Have I made myself clear?”

She is silent for a long time before she speaks again. The resignation in her voice telling me has already given up on talking me out of it. “Yes.”

“Then what is it that you are advising me not to do?”

“Blackmailing me,” she says softly. “Please don’t. Like I said, I was desperate and that wasn’t really me and not a day goes by that I don’t regret that decision.”

“And why shouldn’t I blackmail you, Anna?” I say trying to sound casual. Hard to do with both my heart pounding away excitedly and my leaking snatch throbbing.

“Joanne—” she starts but I instantly cut her off.

“Mistress, Anna. That is how you will address me, from now on, unless there are others around that we both know.”

“Please,” she says and I can tell she is crying now, and I don’t care. Instead, my pussy throbs that much harder. Poor Anna. “Mistress,” she adds within two seconds. With the unspoken threat of what will happen without her full compliance, we both know there is nothing she can do. Either the whole neighborhood will find those pictures in the mailbox, together with her fellow church members, as well anyone looking her up on the net, or she will accept her new status in life as my pet. Sometimes life presents us with choices that are as simple as that.

“Anna, there is something we need to discuss,” I say slowly.

“Yes,” Anna says after another pause, again adding, “Mistress,” after a short pause.

“The way you dress sucks ass, girl.”

“I am sorry,” Anna says and actually sound genuinely apologetic. I guess at this stage, she is genuinely interested in making me happy, I know I would be if I were in her place. The mistress part follows faster this time, but still with the undertone of resentment. She’ll get used to it, though.

“But I am certain with some effort that can be fixed,” I say as I shudder when my throbbing clit sends another wave of pleasure through me. Part of me can’t believe I am doing this to another woman, let alone Mrs. Kelly. Another part is jumping up and down with excitement and doing backflips.

“Of course, Mistress,” Anna says, not hesitating at the mistress part, now. Maybe the foolish woman thinks that all I require of her is a change in image, in that case she is in for a real surprise. “Anna, from now on, you will dress in a way that does justice to those curves of yours,” I say with a broad grin. “So get ready for some shopping and don’t forget to bring your wallet.” Disconnecting before she has a chance to reply, I spend the next half hour playing with my swollen clit, making it send wave after wave of pleasure through me as I think about Anna and the things I have in store for her.

Chapter 2

Joanne

“Anna,” I say disapprovingly when she appears in the doorway of her front door. “What did I say?”

“I, eh,” she starts and I slap her hard across her face. The first thing she does after a loud shriek escapes from between her lips, is look around in panic to see if there are any witnesses. She is lucky; in a quiet suburb at the end of a cul-de-sac during office hours, there is no one to witness her humiliation but me. “What did I do wrong?” Anna says, perplexed, then adds, ”Mistress,” and blushes. Must be hard for a grown woman to address a teenager like that.

“From now on, I expect full compliance, Anna,” I say, my voice all teenage sweet. “You answering the door dressed like that does not meet that requirement.”

“Of course, Mistress,” she says quickly, one hand rubbing her burning red cheek that stands in stark contrast to the paleness surrounding it. “I am so sorry.”

“You should be,” I say, trying my best to look angry when in fact I’m thrilled and delighted. “Aren’t you inviting me in?”

“Please come in, Mistress,” she says, quickly stepping aside, and just as quickly shutting the door behind me after I’ve entered.

“On your knees.”

“My what?” she says, shock in those big round blue eyes that gets my pussy throbbing again. Another hard slap has her kneeling down without another word. Seeing her on her hands and knees at my feet, her head down in defeat, I decide I like Anna Kelly like that. Walking to the living room, where I let myself fall down again on the leather couch, I don’t even have to tell her to follow me.

“You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?” I say, taking in the flawless beauty of my new pet. My first pet, in fact. She doesn’t say anything in response; instead she just looks at me with a shell-shocked expression on her face. “Those pictures,” I continue and see her cringe, her eyes closed tight as if that could ward off the reality she is facing, “really took me by surprise. I bet they’ll take the rest of the neighborhood by surprise too, and that priest you love listening to,” I say to bring home the fact that she no options. You are mine now until the day you die, Anna Kelly; that is what I’m telling her and she doesn’t object. “Take off that stupid sweater,” I snap, enjoying myself as I go from sweet spoken to snapping like a hostile bitch. I can tell it has an effect on her as she loses no time in pulling the loose sweater over her head. Beneath it, she is wearing a granny bra, containing those fat tits of hers. Me? I’m a B cup and I’d kill for a pair like that. “The bra,” I say.