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Author’s note: This is a chapter in a series that will include themes of fauxcest, mommydomme, kink, and embarrassment.
This is part of the ‘Sapphire Lane’ universe.
Chapter 15
Cassidy got out of bed on Friday morning feeling good, happy she had finally relieved her arousal the night before with an amazing orgasm… though she perhaps felt a little abashed it had been from spying on her adoptive parents having but she kept Scarlett’s encouraging words in mind regarding not being ashamed in her taboo crushes, even if she suspected she was stretching what the blonde teen had meant.
The eighteen year old was also intrigued to discover her mom and mommy used ropes and a red ball gag during , as well as a vibrating toy which she found herself wondering what would feel like on her own pussy. The teen knew she shouldn’t be picturing herself involved in what her mothers got up to in the bedroom, but couldn’t help speculate whether she’d rather be teasing and pleasuring her tied up mommy alongside Sarah, or if she wanted to be bound besides Zafira to be toyed with by her mom. Both were attractive, though she blushed to realise she was leaning towards being tied up, fantasising about what it might feel like to lose control, not that ‘control’ was something she was accustomed to in her new family anyway but she at least normally had freedom to move her arms and legs however she wanted… There certainly wasn’t any denying that she was definitely submissive, and liked being subservient to her mothers.
The girl was dressed in the yellow chemise her mommy had given her to wear, as today was ‘PJs to school’ so she was to stay in it for the morning tutoring with Zafira, who seemed always to pick something flimsy and wispy for her to wear like the previous week’s pink babydoll.
Despite the hem of the sleeveless and loosefitting chemise going down beneath her thighs, it still was very revealing with its sheer material meaning her body beneath was visible, apart from her nipples covered by embroidered lace. Even her pussy could be seen despite the panties which clung to her labia and were extremely sheer too so the two layers of yellow material failed to protect her modesty. Though the chemise hung straight from her shoulders rather than from her waist, it was fitted to her hips so still showed off her shape.
The teen was nervous about wearing it downstairs to breakfast to be seen by her mom, but knew she needed to go down to wish the woman a good day at work, so descended the stairs. Anyway, she had appeared in front of her mom in far more revealing or embarrassing clothes, so really should stop worrying about it now, especially as the blonde too was seeming to somewhat accept Cassidy was just serving as her mommy’s dressup doll rather than having ulterior motives like a feeble attempt at seduction.
She also wondered whether she should put her hair back into the plaits her mommy loved so much, or perhaps in the high pigtails again like she had worn it the evening before, but decided to leave it down for a change… thinking it was nice to be a little less cutesy with it occasionally.
Sarah and Zafira were in the kitchen, having breakfast however the teen was surprised to find the blonde wasn’t in office wear, but instead dressed in a polo shirt and blue skort (sportswear that were like shorts made to look like a skirt). The woman raised her eyebrows when she saw Cassidy’s outfit, and glanced at Zafira but didn’t comment so the teen sat down for toast however as they ate, Sarah wrinkled her nose.
“Is that you Cassidy? I think someone hasn’t washed their private parts properly…”
Cassidy flushed, feeling a surge of a new kind of embarrassment, and sniffed nervously, thinking that now her mom had mentioned it, she could smell somewhat of a tangy odour. She hadn’t ended up showering before bed, thinking she’ll do it in the morning, and wondered if along with being unwashed, her day of incessant arousal had caused her vagina to smell due to its wetness with her orgasm probably not helping either…
“Sorry, I um…” The teen mumbled, not sure what to say.
“Good girls should be seen not heard, but I think also seen not smelt would be applicable too!”
“Sarah, don’t make her feel bad about her natural body odours. We’re all women here.” Zafira chided her wife who shrugged.
“I can go wash?” Cassidy timidly offered.
“Don’t be silly bébi, just enjoy your breakfast.” Zafira said so the teen remained at the table but her cheeks were burning red at her mom calling out the smell of her pussy being noticeable.
It turned out Sarah was going to play golf with her work colleagues and some clients, and would be staying in a hotel that evening so as well as the day, it looked like Cassidy would be spending the evening alone with her mommy. As the blonde got up to leave, the girl wished her luck for the game.
“Thanks Cassidy, be a good girl for your mommy, and remember you have chores today after studying!” Sarah said, and the teen nodded. “Oh, could you go carry my suitcase and golf clubs into the car for me, the case is in the hallway and you’ll find the clubs in the garage.”
Cassidy got up obediently, eager to do something to please the woman after having offended her inadvertently with her pussy odour that she hadn’t noticed herself. The blonde passed her the car keys, and she went out into the hallway and carried the woman’s luggage outside the front door, realising she was going outside in the flimsy sheer chemise so planned to dash to the car, put the suitcase in the boot, then hurry back inside before anyone saw her… glad that at least it was too early for the other teens on Sapphire Lane to be leaving for high school.
She peeked her head out the door, looking up and down the street but it seemed empty, so she rushed out to complete her errand, feeling conscious of her revealing lingerie by the feeling of the light breeze through her chemise, and also the cool hard pavement on her bare feet. The girl successfully deposited the case into the car without being seen by a passerby, so then went around to the garage to find her mom’s golf clubs which she carried out too.
However this time she wasn’t so lucky, as when she was hefting the bag of golf clubs into the boot, a woman came out of No. 23 next door. Cassidy cringed at being caught in her sheer nightwear, and blushed when the neighbour approached her.
“Salut! You must be Cassidy.” The woman said with a strong French accent. She was in her early thirties, and very attractive with a slender body and beautiful pale skin contrasting with her sleek black hair.
Cassidy remembered Zafira telling her who their next door neighbours were on either side, recalling her mentioning a ‘sweet Italian grandma’ and a ‘French lady who teaches ballet’ so it wasn’t hard to guess which one this woman was.
“Hi.” The teen smiled shyly, and noticed that the woman was looking her up and down so she awkwardly clasped her hands to cover her crotch, and her potentially visible pussy, while trying to seem casual about it so not to draw attention.
“You have nice legs, though perhaps your thighs can be a little more toned… and you’re not too top heavy either…” The woman pondered, seemingly more to herself than the teen, then she laughed. “Pardon, I teach ballet and was just thinking you might be suitable for lessons.”
“Oh, I’ve never done ballet before! Or anything like dance or gymnastics…” Cassidy said, though could in fact do the splits as she had practiced for years doing them in her bedroom at the orphanage to pass the time, so was rather flexible.
“That is no bother, it is lessons after all! I’d just put you in a beginner class… I’m Yasmina by the way though if you become one of my students then it’s Mademoiselle Adjani.”
“Nice to meet you Mademoiselle Adjani…” Cassidy said, opting for the latter as she thought it was perhaps more polite however she wasn’t too keen at the prospect of ballet lessons. “…um, I’ll ask my parents about the lessons.”
“C’est bien! Hope to see you in a class soon.” The woman smiled, and got into her car. Cassidy blushed, hoping she hadn’t misled her neighbour, but had no intention of asking her parents for ballet lessons… after all she hadn’t even got round to requesting a mobile phone yet so was about to start asking her mothers to pay for things she didn’t even want.
Meanwhile inside, Sarah was saying goodbye to her wife. “Enjoy tutoring Cassidy this morning… as well as being your dress up doll, bathtub toy, and masseuse, it seems she’ll be your stinky little aroma lamp!”
Zafira laughed. “Don’t be such a meanie! You could barely smell it… and I don’t mind anyway, she is our daughter.”
“Sure, but someone has to be stern so she doesn’t fall into bad habits. Now remember our agreement of no secrets! Make sure you tell me of anything you may end up doing with her tonight… especially anything she might need a spanking for.”
“Of course darling.” Zafira rolled her eyes amusedly, and kissed her wife goodbye.
Sarah passed her adopted daughter as she was coming back in, looking a little sheepish. “Bye Cassidy, I’ll miss your foot rub today but we’ll have to have an extra special one tomorrow to make up for it!”
“Yes mom.” Cassidy agreed, wondering if that meant using her tongue as well as her hands again…
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Cassidy felt a little selfconscious when she joined her mommy at the dining room table for morning home schooling, as not only was she in the wispy chemise, but she couldn’t help dwell on her mom’s comment at breakfast about her pussy apparently smelling however the woman had defended her, and didn’t seem to mind even if she could smell it too.
As they got going however, the teen soon forgot about it as she enjoyed the lesson, always finding it fun being taught by Zafira who she guessed must have been a good teacher before she married. She even asked the woman why she had left the career.
“I was just doing it to make ends meet really though I did enjoy it… however, and perhaps it’ll seem a little shocking to a lot of modern woman, my aspirations was to be a housewife and a mother. So I quit my job when I got married to Sarah as I wanted to be able to cook, clean, and support her from home… while she supported me by earning a living for us! Maybe that’s not too feminist but I am a so guess your mom in her high performing job balances that out for us!” Zafira laughed.
“And feminism is about women choosing what they want to do with their lives…” Cassidy added.
“Exactly, you’re right bébi! Then after a while of being a housewife, I also wanted to fulfil my other aspiration of being a mother but I’m sure you understand that me and your mom don’t biologically match to have offspring by ourselves! We did try a donor but turns out I have a little issue with my womb, so I thought about adoption instead, and now actually feel so thankful for having uterine fibroids as it meant I got you!” Zafira said, and pulled her daughter into a hug, kissing her forehead.
Cassidy, though she thought it may be a little inappropriate to say it, was also glad the woman had struggled to get pregnant, as otherwise she didn’t know where she would have ended up after turning eighteen which meant she would of had to leave the orphanage. Though there was plenty of things weird about her new family, and embarrassment was something she was becoming quite accustomed to (even secretly being aroused by it alongside submission), the girl did feel fortunate to be the daughter of the couple, where she got loving attention from her mommy, and attentive discipline from her mom.
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After they finished the morning home schooling, Cassidy had a shower, glad to wash her offending pussy, and noticed that she was beginning to have some stubbly hair on her mons pubis again though knew it wouldn’t get anywhere close to becoming a bush again, as she was sure her mommy would be shaving it again during their Monday bathtime.
After dressing, she joined her mommy in the garden, then they made lunch together before the woman said she needed to go grocery shopping but Cassidy, as she had chores, could stay at home to do them if she wanted.
“As mom is away, I thought we could do something special together this evening and go out for dinner, so you might not have much time to do chores after shopping if you came with me.”
Cassidy was excited at the prospect of going out for dinner, always keen to eat out as she rarely had the opportunity while in the orphanage, and spending the evening with her mommy sounded fun, so agreed to stay at home to do chores, realising that it would be the first time since joining the family that she was being left home alone… not that she planned to do anything naughty, but it did make her feel mature that her parents were leaving her unattended which, at eighteen years old, she realised was perhaps a little bit embarrassing to only just be having that feeling.
The teen went upstairs to change into her cleaning panties, though was not sure if they were quite necessary if she was home alone however she was in the habit of wearing them for her chores, and found they did now get her into the ‘zone’ while also meaning she didn’t have to worry about getting her clothes dirty.
The girl returned downstairs, dressed in just the black frilly lace panties with white ruffles on the leg holes, and the little white embroidered apronesque shape stitched to the crotch, topped with a black bow. She looked over the list Sarah had left her, however her mommy called her into the lounge.
“Aww, you’re such a cutie getting on with your chores, but as I’m leaving you alone, I’m not sure your usual cleaning panties are appropriate… after all, those panties aren’t really suitable for answering the door in if anyone knocks!”
“Oh yeah, I guess I’ll just change back into my normal clothes!” Cassidy laughed, thinking for once it had been her who had chosen to dress needlessly revealingly.
Zafira laughed. “Don’t worry bébi, you’ll still have some special cleaning clothes to wear… I actually have an outfit for you specially for these situations.”
The teen waited while her mommy fetched it, wondering what it could be but was surprised, even though she probably shouldn’t have been, when the woman returned holding a maid costume. The outfit wasn’t a practical one that actual cleaners wore nowadays, but a black and white French maid dress.
“Here it is, aren’t you going to look just adorable!”
“Yes mommy.” Cassidy agreed as she was handed the outfit. She understood the reasoning of not doing her chores in her normal cleaning panties while home alone, as on the offchance she needed to answer the door, it’d be awkward if she was in nothing but her underwear without even a bra… however she didn’t quite see how this led to her having to dress in a full maid costume with all the trimmings, thinking that answering the door in it, though less indecent, would be almost as embarrassing!
However the teen, after all the outfits she had been given since joining the family, had come to accept she was her mommy’s little dress up doll, and though she often felt silly or exposed in the clothes, was starting to enjoy the blushing thrill she got from being dressed in whatever appealed to the woman so begun to get changed, no longer having any inhibitions about dressing in front of her adoptive mother.
The black dress was extremely skimpy and thin, with the skirt so short that the teen knew it was showing off some underbutt, and that was without her even bending over, with a hemline of frilly white lace. The bust too was embroidered with matching white lace frills and black bows, and there was a pretty little white halfapron to tie around her waist. There were also some accessories including stayup black stockings that went up to her midthigh, two rings of white lace and black bows which Zafira showed the girl went around her upper thighs, matching cuffs for her wrists, a white lace choker with a black bow to go around her neck, and the cherry on top being a cute white maid headpiece with another black bow.
“I know we don’t wear shoes indoors, but I think it’ll be a shame to not wear the high heels as they do complete the outfit! And it’ll be good practice for you as though I know you wear flats normally, you might want to wear high heels out sometime.” Zafira said, giving the girl the final piece of the costume which were black high heels, which Cassidy slipped her feet into. It was true she wasn’t used to heels but found they accentuated her legs and made her feel a little taller, though she did wobble a little as she walked in them.
“You look so pretty as a cute little maid!” Zafira gushed. “I do like the simplicity of your maid panties, but this is a really fun alternative. I almost hope someone does knock so you get to show it off to more people besides just me!”
Cassidy wasn’t so keen at the idea of ‘showing off’ her maid outfit to an unexpected knock at the door, but she did kinda like how much the costume pleased her mommy, finding she enjoyed being the woman’s ‘cute little maid’.
“Okay, I better head out now… my mobile number is written by the house phone if you need to ring me, and our neighbours are all nice if you need any kind of help. Monica, the Italian grandma at No. 27 next door, is lovely and likely at home but you know where to find Tanya and Jelena too.”
“Thanks mommy, but I’m sure I’ll be okay!”
“I know bébi, see you soon, and while doing your chores, just think about how much fun we’ll have together tonight!” Zafira said, kissing her adopted daughter on the cheeks and forehead, then leaving to go grocery shopping.
Home alone, the first thing Cassidy did before starting her chores was to go up to the bathroom and poop, as though she was able to pee with the door open, the girl had found she still struggled to do a number two without the privacy of a shut door. So like the night before at the Salvia Family home where she could close the bathroom door, she took her opportunity to do it again, though knew that unless the rule was removed, she would need to grow accustomed to pooing with an open door eventually.
After washing her hands, the teen was going to get started on the list of chores that her mom had left her, however when passing the door to her parents’ bedroom, Cassidy, filled with curiosity about what she had witnessed last night, couldn’t help sneak inside, even though she recalled the fourth rule she was given on her first day with the family was not to go in there without permission. However with both her mothers away, the girl felt safe disobeying just this once, and she couldn’t help but be intrigued to examine some of the objects, like the rope and ball gag, she had seen the women use.
The room looked perfectly normal, however the teen searched, feeling increasingly naughty to the point she was going to abandon her goal, until she opened the chest that was at the foot of the bed. Inside was a neatly arranged array of various kinds of coiled rope, as well as some other things evidently used to tie a person (specifically her mommy) up including leather straps with buckles, handcuffs, silk scarves, polypropylene webbing, harnesses, rolls of bondage tape, and even some metal chains.
Cassidy marvelled at the stash, realising that the women were very much into bondage, rather than just merely dabbling in it, and again thought back to what her gorgeous mommy looked like while she was trussed up on the bed.
She found the length of rope she suspected her mom had used to tie up her mommy, recognising it as it was a bright white in colour. The girl ran her fingers over it, finding it was far softer than she expected, having expected something much more coarse, and she imagined how Zafira had felt with it wrapped around her flesh, shivering a little in excitement.
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