The Daughter of My Former Mistress Arrived to Subdue Me

Helena Vidal looked up when the girl came into her office without knocking. She owned the only bank that mattered in the city, and she had hired that young woman barely a week earlier. That very morning she had reprimanded her for a stupid mistake, and when she turned around she had caught her making an obscene gesture at her. A shame. She would have to find her another place to work. There, certainly not.

The girl sat down in front of the desk without waiting for permission and crossed her legs. Her tight skirt rode up, leaving the edge of her underwear visible. Helena pressed her lips together. That behavior was unacceptable, and the cleanest thing was to cut it off at the root.

—Miss, I’m going to write you a check for this week’s work and you’ll be leaving here —she said with the coldness she reserved for debtors—. I’m tired of your attitude. Find yourself another job in the city. I don’t want you here.

—Well, I’d rather stay, babe —the girl replied, and smiled slowly at her.

Helena went very still. No one had called her that since university, more than twenty years ago. There she had met a woman named Diana, dominant and patient, who discovered in her a submission Helena didn’t even know she carried. Diana used her in every way a body can be used, until she finished her degree, got married, and disappeared, leaving her alone with her shame and the certainty that she would never feel anything so intense again.

—What did you call me? —she asked, although her voice came out weaker than she intended.

—My mother kept a diary from her college years. And photographs, lots of them. —The girl leaned forward—. I bet your ex would love to look through them, especially now that you’re fighting for custody. Don’t you think so, little one?

Helena felt the floor shift beneath her. Andrés could not keep Lucía. The bank could not become a scandal. She twirled the pen between her fingers without realizing it, marking the paper with nervous lines.

—What do you want? —she gave in—. I can pay you whatever you ask, but I want the diary and the photos.

—I don’t need your money. My mother left me more than enough. —The girl narrowed her eyes—. What I want is to play with your ass, just like she played with hers. I grew up looking at those photos, imagining the day I’d have my own pet. And here you are.

—That was years ago —murmured Helena—. I’m not that woman anymore. I’m older. I don’t think you can get turned on by a woman my age.

She was lying, and she knew it the very instant a warm tingle settled between her legs. She hated herself for it. So much time had passed, and yet the body remembered before the mind did.

—Stand up and lock the door —ordered the girl, the smile gone now—. Unless you’d rather have someone walk in and see you. I called your ex and asked him to pick up the girl this weekend: you have work. You’re going to be mine, Helena.

***

Helena looked at her for a long second. She had no way out, and she knew it. The employees had already left, but she couldn’t risk a single indiscreet glance. She stood up, walked to the door, and slid the bolt. When she turned around, the girl had settled into her chair, behind the desk, her feet on the wood.

—My name is Marina, by the way —she said—. Now strip. Let me see what I’m going to entertain myself with.

Helena pulled her dress up over her head and let it fall. She took off her shoes, her bra. She stopped, hands crossed over her stomach, until Marina snapped her fingers and demanded the underwear too.

—It looks like my toy has gained some weight —Marina commented, running her over from head to toe with cruel calm—. Turn around. I want to see what you’re hiding back there.

Helena obeyed. The blush climbed up her neck as she turned, and at the same time the heat between her legs grew, shameful, exactly like in the old days.

—Spread your ass cheeks. I want to see everything.

Helena took her hands behind her and opened herself, completely exposed to that woman who could have been her daughter. She closed her eyes. The humiliation burned her face, and yet her body responded with a sincerity that betrayed her.

—Much better. It’s been a long time since anyone touched you, hasn’t it? —Marina picked up the pen from the desk and threw it at her. It hit her back and fell to the floor between her feet—. Pick it up. And put it where I tell you.

Helena bent down, retrieved the pen, and, with one hand spreading her left cheek, guided it in slowly. She worked it inside until it disappeared completely, and by then she was already wet from sheer humiliation, from feeling so low and so desired at once.

—I told you to fuck your ass with it —Marina demanded.

Helena began to move it, in and out, opening herself so the other woman could watch. Over her shoulder she saw Marina reclined in the chair, one hand lost beneath her skirt, her fingers moving shamelessly as she enjoyed the show.

The rhythm sped up on its own. She was getting closer and closer, breath ragged, knees trembling.

—Stop —Marina cut in—. On your knees. Crawl over here and make me come.

Helena stopped dead, a breath away from orgasm, frustrated. She dropped to all fours and moved around the desk. When she rounded the corner, she found Marina with her legs open, her sex exposed and shining.

—Get underneath and use your tongue on me.

Helena crawled under the desk. She stuck out her tongue and ran it from bottom to top, slowly, rediscovering a taste she hadn’t had in two decades. She focused on the clit, circled it, pressed it with the tip of her tongue, and Marina’s moans confirmed that she still remembered how to do it. When she felt her tremble and spill, Helena didn’t pull away. She kept licking until hands held her face on both sides.

—Purse your lips and kiss me there, slowly. I like seeing you this obedient. —Marina sighed—. You’re getting me worked up again. Aren’t you?

—Yes, ma’am —Helena tried to say, her mouth still trapped between the other woman’s fingers.

—Later we’ll continue. I’m hungry, and you’re going to take me to a nice dinner before what we’re doing tonight. Right, sweetheart?

—Yes, ma’am.

—Get dressed. No bra and no panties. My bitches have to be available to any command. And don’t stand up until I say so.

***

Helena started to crawl out, more aroused than she remembered ever being, her thigh wet and slick. As she went around the desk she received a firm kick on one buttock. She gathered up the dress and shoes from the floor just as Marina appeared at her side.

—No, babe. You’re going to crawl all the way to the car. If you hurry, no one will see you: it’s dark already.

She gave her another tap with her foot and laughed at her own idea. At the bank door, at last, she let her stand to lock up and walk like a person to the parking lot. She ordered her to drive to a nearby restaurant.

Helena sat in the car with her legs pressed together, trying to keep the wetness from showing on the fabric. Inside the place, Marina chose a table in the back, secluded, and that was almost a relief. They had barely settled when the waitress arrived.

—Mrs. Vidal, what a pleasure to see you. —The woman lowered her voice—. I really need that loan. Could we talk about it tonight, after dinner?

Helena looked up and recognized Carla, the woman whose credit she had denied days earlier for lack of collateral. She had to get rid of her as quickly as possible, in the state she was in.

—Carla, you know I couldn’t approve it because of your history —she answered quickly—. Come by next week and I’ll see what can be done.

—What a pity —Marina interjected from the other side of the table, leaning back with a smile—. You caught her at a bad moment. You should catch her when she’s an obedient slave, like tonight. If you let her lick you well, she’ll sign whatever you ask her to.

Helena wished the earth would swallow her up. Carla was staring at her, stunned.

—She never told you she’s a submissive who enjoys being used, did she? —Marina went on—. The best tongue I’ve ever seen.

—Are you serious? —Carla was looking at her now with different eyes, her face flushed.

—Take her to the bathroom and sit on her face. You’ll see how she promises you the loan. Right, sweetheart?

Helena lowered her gaze to the tablecloth. Her fate was sealed in that girl’s hands.

—Yes, ma’am —she whispered.

Carla was already smiling from ear to ear.

—Come on —she said, turning and swaying her hips as she headed for the hallway.

***

Helena pleaded with Marina with her eyes, to no avail. She stood up, her legs weak, and followed the waitress. In the bathroom, Carla wasted no time: she unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them down to her knees, and leaned forward, bracing herself against the tiled wall.

—You know what you have to do, bitch. Put that fine little face of yours to work.

Helena knelt. Her body rebelled against her will: her heart pounded with panic and, at the same time, a hot current ran through her. She pushed her face forward and began to use her tongue, slowly at first, then with a shamelessness that embarrassed her even more.

Carla moaned and thrust her hips back, wanting more. She grabbed Helena’s hair with one hand and set the pace, calling her names Helena hadn’t heard since university: submissive, toy, obedient bitch. Every insult lit up something old and buried.

It must have gone on for twenty minutes like that, until Carla trembled all over and pulled away abruptly, almost knocking her face-first to the floor.

—You’d better make sure that loan comes through on Monday —she panted, hauling her pants back up—. Now go back to your mistress.

Helena stood up, wiping her mouth, dizzy. Wetness ran down the insides of her thighs, staining her dress. She almost ran back to the table, where Marina was waiting, smiling over her glass.

***

Within a few minutes, Carla reappeared with a drink and set it down beside Helena.

—I put a little something special in it while I was at the bar —she said, nearly breathless—. You don’t mind, do you?

—Of course not —Marina replied—. She loves drinks with a surprise. Don’t you, sweetheart?

—Yes, ma’am.

Helena knew perfectly well what that meant, but there was nothing she could do except drink when Marina ordered her to.

—I’ll have a nice sirloin —Marina decided—. And for the bitch, something soft she’ll have to work on with her mouth. Good practice for tonight.

Carla let out a little laugh.

—The guys at the entrance saw the stain on her dress when she came out. If you want, I can seat her in a private bathroom booth and feed her in private. That way you can eat in peace, without anyone staring.

—That sounds perfect. You can see she’s a slut. —Marina waved her off—. Helena, go to the bathroom, wait for Miss Carla sitting down, and take your drink with you. I don’t want to waste anything: it cost me a lot.

Helena was astonished by the treatment, and yet her body remained on edge, vibrating with every new humiliation. In silence she took the drink and walked to the back, while Carla gave her ass a pat as she passed.

—Take everything off before you sit down —she whispered in her ear—. It would be a shame to dirty that elegant dress of yours.

***

Of the three booths, only the back one was free. Helena undressed quickly, lowered the toilet lid, and sat down to wait. Her sex was burning so badly that she put a hand there without thinking. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t take it anymore. She came almost instantly, biting her lip, and was starting to look for the second when the booth door opened.

—You’re touching yourself without permission —Carla scolded her, with a bag in hand—. After lunch I’ll have to tell your mistress.

Helena begged her not to. Carla ignored her. She took out the food, fed it to her piece by piece, forcing her to alternate sips of that adulterated drink, and between bites she reminded her what she was and what she was for. It was long, humiliating, and Helena took it all with her cunt dripping onto the tile floor, burning with her own degradation.

—Your mistress says she’s waiting for you in the car. You pay the bill. —Carla slid a finger between her buttocks, a quick, mocking shove, and Helena’s head knocked against the tile—. That’s for if your lady doesn’t take care of you tonight. Though I’m sure she will: with a hole that obedient, she’s going to enjoy herself.

She withdrew her finger, wiped it with a piece of paper, and let it fall across Helena’s bare back.

—Hurry up. Oh, and dinner was one hundred dollars. I’m sure it was worth it.

She left, leaving the door half open, with Helena still bent over and exposed. When she recovered some composure, she began to get dressed with clumsy hands. Desire was running down her legs and she wiped herself as best she could before covering up.

As she pulled on her dress and put her pride away in the same drawer where she had left the severance check, Helena wondered what else the night had in store for her. And worst of all was her body’s answer: it was already wanting it.