... as well, but couldn't let it show. "Stand up, you bitch," She told Helen. Helen was stunned that her daughter had made her into her bitch, but she enjoyed it. She stood up. "As you say, Miss Violet."
Violet was enjoying the power she had. "Tut, tut, tut. Look at those panties! Soaking wet." She said, shaking her head disapprovingly. "Take them off, whore." She demanded. Helen decided she would see how far she could push Violet. "Mistress Violet..." She replied, her voice appearing to shake. "I don't know if it would be right.." This pushed Violet right over the edge. She slapped Helen hard on the face. "You little slut! Take them off!" She shouted angrily. As Helen bent down to remove them, she started fake sobbing. Secretly, she was enjoying it more than any sexual encounter she had ever had before.
Mistress Violet was somewhat shaken by her mother’s cries. She didn’t know they were fake. “I-I need a time out for a sec.” She said. Her Mother was somewhat disappointed, but decided it was probably best. “Okay, baby. I know it’s your first time.” Violet ran quickly into her mother’s ensuite bathroom. Helen followed her in a minute later, and found Violet sitting against the wall, crying. “Oh, baby,” Helen said as she put her arm around her daughter to comfort her. “You don’t have to be upset. What...