Alma descending (Part 2)
“Those 2 weeks at your beach cabin. Are you going this year?”
“Of course,” Alma said.
She was having lunch with her best friend Mary.
“Maybe you can do me a favor,” Mary said. “You know my youngest granddaughter? Jace?
“Yes. Jace. With the pretty blue eyes.”
Mary nodded. “She’s beautiful. Yes. But sad, I think. College has been tough on her.”
“You want me to take her?” Alma asked.
“Would it be OK? Really?”
Alma smiled.
“I’d love the company. A getaway for the girls.”
The two old friends laughed.
***
There was a mall a half hour from Alma’s beach house.
As Alma drove, Jace spoke.
“I’ve decided to let you wear your glasses.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am,” Alma said. Remembering her training.
“It’s not for you, bitch. They make you look even older. I like that.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Jace and her cane had quickly taught Alma how to acknowledge anything Jace said.
“After the pet store, we’ll find a shoe shop,” Jace said. “Get some really high heels for you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And that will be it. All you wear. Dog collar. Difficult heels. Granny glasses.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s your outfit for the next 2 weeks.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“When I say ‘outfit’ I’m not including the leash. Or the things I’ll be putting in your ass and on your cunt and tits.”
Alma began to cry.
Then remembered …
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Too late bitch. Your cunt pays when we get back.”
Sweat mixed with Alma’s tears.
“Yes, ma’am.”
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