Hidden Desires, Awakened Powers
Chapter 7
As the old grandfather clock at the foot of the stairs chimed eight, bringing Amanda out of her musings, she left her room and as instructed by Mary, went through the lounge and out onto the Terrace.
The wrought iron table was now covered with white linen and two places were set including three different glasses for each diner. One of these, a long stemmed champagne flute held some gently fizzing amber liquid that Amanda surmised, quite correctly, was Champagne.
She stood for a few minutes expecting Miss Parker to appear; but as the minutes dragged by she decided to sit and sample the champagne. As Amanda sat there, the late evening summer sun warming her as a gentle breeze played across her bare shoulders, she kept going over in her mind how she would raise the subject of Miss Parker hypnotising her that afternoon, for she was now convinced that is what had happened; although try as she might, she could not detect any gaps in her memory. She knew she had sat at Miss Parkers feet letting her dry her hair and then she felt the need to go and then... Amanda did not want to recall the then.
“Hello, Honey?” Miss Parker said and Amanda turned her head in the direction of the voice. Amanda almost dropped the champagne flute, the stem of which she was trying to hold elegantly between fingertips and thumb. Her eyes beheld a vision, literally; Miss Parker could have stepped straight out of her Kitten’s entranced mind. “Mommy! You look gorgeous!” Amanda exclaimed as she viewed Miss Parker as if for the first time.
Her dress appeared to be just two wide strips of white satin silk joined together with seams that ran from mid thigh to just above her naval. The ends were knotted on each shoulder attaching the low slung back to the front. The neck had soft cowled folds above which lay a thick golden torque.
From the side the dress appeared a split up both legs and was open beneath her armpits showing the delicate sweep of her breasts. Her legs shimmered with golden flecks in her sheer stockings and her feet, with their beautifully painted gold nails, wore golden high heeled sandals.
Her arms were bare except for the coiled snake armlet on her upper left and a thick golden bangle on her right forearm. Her hair was piled neatly with the exception of a few wayward wisps that fell around her face and the golden threads that had been woven through her curls were catching the dying sunlight.
Miss Parker stood in the doorway, one arm resting on the upright for a short time, allowing the mesmerising effect to work on Amanda before approaching her with slow deliberate strides, the front of her skirt billowing between her legs.
As she approached Amanda felt herself shrinking or her Mommy growing, she couldn’t say for certain which. “You look very pretty too, Honey.” Miss Parker said as she bent and kissed Amanda lightly on her lips, a mere touch but enough to send waves of excitement through Amanda’s whole body, banishing all thoughts of taking her Mommy to task about earlier, how could she possibly complain if this goddess wanted to hypnotise and make her do as she wanted even making her...
Amanda hadn’t noticed but Mary had followed her Mistress out of the house and was now standing holding a chair for her opposite Amanda. Amanda realised then that Mary had changed her clothes and although still nominally dressed as a maid the effect was even more striking. Instead of the dress Mary now wore a transparent black tiered skirt, black stockings, suspenders clearly visible. Had it not been for the little white satin silk apron tied around her slender waist, her bare pussy would also have been on display. In place of the ankle boots Mary now sported a pair of black open toed shoes with 7-inch heels and 3-inch platforms beneath the ball of her foot. Her top was simply a black see-through bra with lace trim. The only item to have survived from day to night was the black and white lacy collar.
Miss Parker stood between the table and chair and allowed Mary to push the chair under her as she sat. “Shall I serve, Mistress?” Mary asked and, on receiving ascent, went back into the house.
“Your make-up is divine, Honey.” Miss Parker said admiring the new Amanda.
“Thank you, Mommy.” Amanda replied, then, remembering how she had tried to deceive Miss Parker about who had done her hair that ‘first time’ added. “Mary did it, she really is good.”
“Yes she is.” Miss Parker agreed with a satisfied smile.
Just then Mary returned with a silver tray on which sat two small ramekin dishes. She placed one in front of each woman then stood back from the table. Amanda copied Mrs Parker and picked up a small spoon and tasted the dish in front of her.
“Its smoked salmon Mornay.” Miss Parker informed Amanda with a smile. “One of Mary’s specialities. Well it would be as it’s supposed to be an aphrodisiac.”
Amanda sat in silence eating the delicious starter trying to broach the subject of earlier. “Is there something troubling you, Honey?” Miss Parker asked between spoonfuls.
Amanda, grateful that her Mommy had broached the subject, well not exactly the subject but at least allowed Amanda to speak her mind almost whispered. “Why did you hypnotise me and make me, you know, w..wet myself, Mommy?”
“Is that what I did, sweetheart?” Miss Parker replied raising an inquisitive eyebrow
“I..I think so, I know I wouldn’t do that unless I had no control.” Amanda explained.
Miss Parker smiled indulgently as she responded. “Well, Honey. If I had indeed hypnotized you there would have had to be some sort of trigger, don’t you think?”
Amanda bit her lip as she replayed the scene from her perspective and blurted. “You touched my ear, that was the trigger wasn’t it? I thought it would have to be a phrase I never thought it could be an action like that.”
Miss Parker’s smile displayed her appreciation for her trainee’s perception as she reached across the table and gentle stroked Amanda’s ear lobe. Amanda tightened every muscle in her body as she waited to feel the growing pressure in her bladder, but nothing happened.
“See.” Miss Parker said with an almost mocking smile. “It was a one time only trigger, erased as soon as you wet yourself.”
Amanda blushed at Miss Parker’s words but was thankful she didn’t feel the urge to relieve herself again.
“So are you ready to go spend some of your money tomorrow?” Miss Parker asked changing the subject as much as to say ‘And that is the last time we will mention it.’
Amanda smiled as she thought of going out clothes shopping with a thousand pounds in her purse, she truly could not think of anything she would rather do and said as much.
“Are you sure about that?” Miss Parker said with a smile in her voice and Amanda suddenly thought of something she would enjoy even more.
The rest of the meal, culminating in strawberries marinated in champagne and covered in thick cream that Miss Parker fed to a delighted Amanda with her fingers, letting the girl lick the juice and cream from her cherry red nails, was severed silently by Mary and consumed with a minimum of small talk between Amanda and her lover, both of them thinking about post prandial activities.
Amanda merely sipped at her champagne and the chilled white wine that Mary served during the meal, but all the same, her head spun a little as she had never really drunk alcoholic drinks before. She decided however that she quite liked the slight feeling of light-headedness that it invoked, similar she thought to how she felt just before her Mommy put her under her spell.
Miss Parker nodded to Mary who came back carrying another silver salver that held a large brandy snifter that she placed in front of Miss Parker. The warm glass sent the strong aroma drifting as Miss Parker held the glass in the palm of her hand swilling the amber fluid around before lifting it to her nose and inhaling deeply. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she said, “The anticipation is sometimes as intoxicating as the event.”
Miss Parker raised the glass to her glossy lips and took a large mouthful of the spirit and leant across the table, lips pouted in readiness for a kiss. Even if she had wanted to, Amanda knew she wouldn’t have been able to resist and leant forward to meet her lover. As their lips met Miss Parker pushed her tongue hungrily past the young girls lips, the fiery spirit warming Amanda’s mouth.
As quickly as she had begun Miss Parker sat back and said. “Go, with Mary, I’ll just finish my night cap and be up soon.”
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Mary was standing behind Amanda, hands on the back of her chair. “Please follow me, miss.” She said as Mary, a little reluctantly stood and followed the maid back in to the house. She stopped by the doorway and looked back at her beautiful Mommy as she took another sip of her brandy.
“If you please, miss.” Mary said as she looked back over her shoulder at the dithering girl. “My Mistress has tasked me with preparing you for bed.”
Amanda wondered what she meant by that, but followed as obediently as if she herself were the maid.
By the time they reached the staircase Amanda was a few steps behind Mary and she watched enthralled as the maid’s hips swung, her bare arse just crying out to be touched, but Amanda wasn’t sure how far her latitude with the sexy servant went and so she simply followed.
“Please remove your clothes, miss.” Mary instructed as they entered Amanda’s room.
Without complaint Amanda slipped out of her dress and let it fall to the floor where it was picked up by the hovering maid. Although Mary hadn’t stipulated it Amanda removed her panties and stockings, trying to remain blasé about her nudity.
“If you will sit by the dressing table, miss, I will help you to remove your makeup.” Mary said as she held the back of the chair she wanted Amanda to sit on.
Amanda sat and looked at her reflection in the mirror, once more amazed at the transformation Mary had wrought. “I did look beautiful, didn’t I, Mary?” Amanda said wistfully.
“Yes, Miss.” Mary replied sounding genuine before adding, “but now your Mommy wants her baby girl back.”
Amanda wasn’t sure whether it was the words or the way that Mary said them that sent a shiver down her naked spine.
Taking a pot of cold cream Mary started to remove the cosmetics from Amanda’s fresh young face, dissolving the illusion of sophistication she herself had created, leaving behind a pure innocent schoolgirl once more.
With her faced newly cleansed Amanda watched as Mary removed the pin from her hair and placed it on the dresser before picking up a brush and running the soft bristles through Amanda’s hair. Memories of what happened after her Mommy had done the same brought a cute blush to Amanda’s cheeks.
Amanda remained motionless as Mary tied her hair into two bunches with a pair of pink silk ribbons and the beautiful young woman of earlier was gone completely.
“Thank you, Mary.” Miss Parker said from the doorway making Amanda start, her bunches swinging as she turned to gaze on her beautiful Mommy and once more felt herself shrink in her presence.
With a small curtsey towards her Mistress, Mary excused herself and left the room, the click of her heels echoing down the passage.
With swaying hips, Miss Parker walked into the room and stood behind her beautiful baby girl, her eyes holding Amanda’s captive in the mirror as she stroked the young girls neck. “Have you seen how Mary has made your bed, sweetheart?” Miss Parker asked mischievously.
“No, Mommy.” Amanda replied and looked at the reflection, it just looked like a normal bed with a flower print duvet.
Miss Parker leant forward and planted a soft kiss on the crown of Amanda’s head before saying. “Come and have a look, its specially made for Mommy’s little girl.”
With her hands on Amanda’s upper arms Miss Parker lifted Amanda off the chair and guided her across to the bed, she drew back the quilt to reveal a translucent white rubber sheet. Although she couldn’t see Amanda’s face Miss Parker sensed the realisation spread over Amanda’s sweet features. “Just in case of accidents.” She said, turning the knife enough to water Amanda’s eyes and make her bottom lip tremble.
“I won’t, Mommy.” Amanda said before the tears could fully form, adding wistfully. “I thought I’d be sharing your bed, Mommy.”
Miss Parker gently squeezed Amanda’s arm and held her against her breast, her mouth close to the young girls ear and whispered. “It’s not unheard of for a little girl to sneak into her Mommy’s bed in the middle of the night, especially if she’s wet her bed.”
Turning Amanda to face her, Miss parker put her hand under the girls dropped chin and lifted it, her thumb resting on the girls pouting bottom lip. As their eyes met, a small tear escaped Amanda’s left eye and slipped its way down her blushing cheek.
“There are many ways a little girl can wet her bed, sweetheart.” Miss Parker said as she moved Amanda to the edge of the bed and gently lowered her until Amanda’s bottom came in to contact with the warm rubber sheet. The material stuck to her naked flesh in a way that Amanda didn’t particularly enjoy, and the thought of lying on it all night sent a chill down her spine.
Miss Parker walked around the other side of the bed and laid herself down, her back against the pillows, her long silk dress insulating her from the clammy touch of the sheet. “Lie back, my darling.” Miss Parker said, and reluctantly Amanda allowed more of her skin to contact the sheet, relieved when her back came in to contact with her Mommy’s silk covered lap.
“There, not so bad is it.” Miss Parker said as she brushed a stray hair from Amanda’s brow.
As Amanda looked up past the overhanging bosom of her Mommy’s beautiful breasts and gazed into her loving eyes, just as her Mommy directed her to do, Amanda knew she was the luckiest baby girl in the whole world. She was so contented that she never heard Mary return, nor walk across the room to kneel at Amanda’s feet, placing a silver tray beside her.
“Mommy wants her baby to be nice and smooth for her Mommy.” Miss Parker said as Mary took the cue and gently spread Amanda’s legs apart. This almost broke the spell and Amanda tried to lift her head to see what was happening, but Miss Parker’s hand still rested on her brow pinning her head against her Mommy’s lap.
“Just relax, baby girl.” Miss Parker said and Amanda’s body sagged back with a contented sigh.
The inch wide hair trimmer hummed softly as Mary slid the switch forward, the small line of blades flicking back and forth, Amanda didn’t even hear it, right then her Mommy was talking and for Amanda that was her universe.
With gentle strokes Mary ploughed a furrow through Amanda’s soft red pubes and still Amanda was oblivious, at least until Mary pressed a beautifully manicured finger along the length of her pussy lips, pressing it away from the voracious blades, but even that only registered fleetingly.
Amanda felt a warm glow suffuse her whole body and for a moment she knew what was happening. “You don’t have to hypnotise me, Mommy.” She sighed dreamily bringing a smile to Miss Parkers lips.
“I know, honey.” Miss Parker confirmed. “But I want to.” She finished, and Amanda, even had she so wished, would have been incapable of denying her beautiful Mommy anything she wanted, and her eyes flickered and closed, the image of her Mommy’s sparkling eyes and glowing red lips carrying her into the warm oblivion of Miss Parker’s desire.
With the young girl unconscious Mary continued her ministrations, scraping away the remaining stubble with a viciously sharp cutthroat razor, before applying some moisturising cream to the newly bare flesh and bringing a sigh from Amanda’s dream as she worked it into the reddened flesh.
With the pussy barbering complete Miss Parker complimented Mary on her efforts and left the maid to dress the compliant young woman for bed.
Amanda awoke slowly, the small nightlight on her dressing table giving off just enough light for her to gradually remember where she was. The duvet that covered her felt damp and her bare legs stuck uncomfortably to the rubber sheet. As tears filled her eyes she gingerly felt her pussy to see if it too was wet. She couldn’t understand what felt so strange at first until her Mommy’s words came back to her. “Smooth as a Mommy’s baby should be.”
She still wasn’t sure if she had wet her bed or not, but no matter, she knew what she must do and climbed out of her bed. As she walked towards the door she caught sight of herself dressed in a very short pink chiffon baby doll nightie with satin trim that didn’t quite cover her freshly shaved pussy. Amanda quite liked what she saw and quickly left her room.
The corridor was dark and quiet and she nearly turned back, but then she saw the thin glimmer of light from under the door to Miss Parker’s room. Gently Amanda knocked on the door, so as not to wake her Mommy if she happened to be a sleep. Something about standing outside her Mommy’s room stirred a memory, as if she were in a school and her Mommy was a teacher. But Amanda thought to herself, ‘that can’t be real, I don’t go to school I stay at home with my beautiful Mommy.’
But the image seemed so real Amanda began to feel a little disorientated, but the feeling flitted away, like a butterfly as she heard her Mommy say. “Come in, honey.”
The door opened with a soft creak and at first Amanda was blinded by the bright light in the all white room, in the centre of which her Mommy lay propped up on pillows, a book in her hand. Her full length satin night dress was slit to halfway up her firm thighs and the thin spaghetti straps strained as they tried to contain Miss Parkers firm breasts.
“I think I’ve w..wet my bed, Mommy.” Amanda said as she hung her head in shame, her fingers toying with the far too short hem of her nightie.
Putting her book to one side Miss Parker asked. “Aren’t you sure, sweetheart?”
Without looking up Amanda swallowed and explained in a thin whisper. “M..My b..bed was damp, Mommy, but my p..pussy was dry.”
Miss Parker smiled to herself and said as she patted the expanse of silk sheet beside her. “Come in to Mommy’s bed, honey, and lets see if we can’t reverse that.”
Still embarrassed, Amanda took small steps as she approached her Mommy’s large bed, feeling smaller with each step. “Are you hungry, princess?” Miss Parker asked as Amanda let her hand rest on the smooth bedding.
Suddenly Amanda realised that she was and nodded. Her eyes followed her Mommy’s hand as she lifted it to the left strap of her nightgown. As Amanda climbed on to the huge bed Miss Parker let the strap fall down her arm, her left breast suddenly bare, the nipple dark and crinkled.
Amanda lay across her Mommy’s lap, Miss Parker cradling the young girls head in her hand as she guided her baby girls hungry mouth to her bosom.
As Amanda’s lips closed around the hard nub, a hammer was cocked; and as her teeth scrapped the eager flesh the trigger was pulled. Amanda imagined warm creamy liquid fill her mouth. She swallowed hungrily feeling the milky warmth suffuse her body as her Mommy cooed in her ear about how much she loved her little baby girl. And to prove it, her Mommy’s fingers played with her baby girl’s smooth pussy, feeling the juices flow just as Amanda imagined her Mommy’s milk did.
Reluctantly, Amanda allowed her Mommy to remove her mouth from the gorgeous breast. “Don’t drink it all at once baby, you know how sleepy it makes you.” Miss Parker said as she guided the still eager mouth down across her silk covered body.
Eagerly, Amanda turned over as her Mommy pulled her nightgown up exposing her own silky smooth pussy. “That’s my good baby girl.” Miss Parker purred as Amanda’s now experienced tongue started to work its magic. Amanda squirmed around so that she was between her Mommy’s legs, her eyes able to gaze on her Mommy’s beautiful ecstasy filled face.
As real fluid now filled her mouth, as satisfying to the bewitched girls mind as the imaginary milk, and accompanied by the shrieks of pleasure ensuing from her Mommy’s bright red lips, Amanda knew she had never been happier.
As the final shudders racked Miss Parkers body, her fingers entwined in Amanda’s cum and sweat soaked hair, Miss Parker also knew that she was, for now at least, content. “Time for little baby girls to go to sleep now.” She said and once more offered her breast to her young lover.
As Amanda imagined her hunger being satiated and drifted into a deep untroubled sleep, Miss Parker said “Night, night, my beautiful baby girl. Tomorrow we will go shopping and perhaps I’ll introduce you to one of my special friends.”