Dirty Talk/Three Brats/June 25th, 2021/Mommy's Mark/Proving Herself

My sweet little girl... a spade... a deliciously dirty spade.

UNH! UNGH! 💗 Oh MOMmmeee!

I love seeing you wearing that, like you're asking to be broken...

AHN! MMM!

But you know you can't keep wearing that spade forever, don't you?

I... I guess... n-not forever, but... I do like it!

Mmmm... What if I told you there IS a way you can keep it.

MMPH! Huh? AHN! 💗 Oh, GAWD my CLIT! 💗

All you'd have to do... is let me write my initials under it...

Hnnng-huh? W-what? Y-y-you mean be a... MNN! ...a s-slave?

Mm-hmm...

Y-you mean like Venla?

Exactly. Just like Venla.

WHAT?! You w-want me to fuck Gunnar?!

Well... I didn't say that.

Then what are yoOOOoou talking abou-UHN! 💗

How about you cum first?

Please! Yes! 💗

You know, I don't often use my tongue. I try to keep what I do somewhat more professional than that... but just this once.

She's bringing her mouth down between my legs! To my clit?! Oh no!

Goodness, it's like I'm staring at my very own prepubescent ten year old mound. How delicate she is. And what a sweet smell.

Oh, god...

And taste.... And to think she's already had more men in her than I had at her age...

Oh gaaawwwd! Yes mommy, YES! 💗

Mmmmmm...

Unh! 💗 Ooohhhh... ohhh, I like it...

Mmmm... you like mommy eating you out?

Yes! Yes, I LOVE it! 💗

Ufufu... Then I won't tease you...

Oh! Ahn! 💗 MAH! 💗 Y-YES!

Hmmmmm... cum baby...

Oh god! She keeps making me shout. Sven is...! Cover your mouth already!

AHM! 💗 Mmmph!

Mmm... Hmm....

💗 MMMMMMH! 💗

Mmm, she IS delicious. Another healthy little gush from a healthy young girl...

MMMPH! 💗 MMmm-ah! Ha-! HaaAAAaaah...! Y-you're s-st-still...

Hmm? Just making sure you're done dear.

Y-yeah... I c-c-came... ah... again...

Yes. You. Did.

Haa - Hah - AH!

Sh-she tapped my clit with her fingers! Spread me, and...

I s-said I was done!

And? I wanted to smack you a little, I just didn't want to interrupt your orgasm. Although it hardly matters with that spade on your chest. I was simply being kind. If I didn't want you to cum yet you'd still be moaning for me.

Oh my... the thought of that... of her keeping me on the edge of cumming... just for fun... makes my clit tingle. It's really giving me goosebumps!

Isn't that right?

Yes mistress... er, mommy?

Hmm. Verdict is still out on that one. But... you can't keep calling me anything unless we make it official.

Mmm... okay.

Pardon me? What was that?

M-make me official then.

Oh honey... that's just the orgasm speaking.

Then... it should talk more.

*Giggle!* My, my! You're awful feisty for a sub, aren't you! I'll clean these beads later.

I just... I know I want more. A-and if I have to become your slave to keep my spade... then I guess I'm yo-

Not so fast, missy. I wouldn't want you to give yourself over to someone else so carelessly, just because they made you cum. So let's get rid of this...

Get rid... what is that?

It's an alcohol wipe.

Huh?! No!

Oh, Emilia. That word is pretty meaningless with a black spade, dear. And that's part of the problem.

But... why can't I keep my spade? Just initial it! I'll let you!

Because I want you to earn it!

Huh...? Earn it?

Settle down. It will be gone in a moment.

She's really getting rid of it! I... I could cry right now! I'm not brave enough to put one back on by myself! I only kept it because SHE put it on me! But I suppose I was pretending that mom owned me... But I have to earn that?

There. Sit up Emilia.

Umm... what do you mean... earn it?

I mean that I don't believe that you're serious.

But... I let you tie me up in the shed!

Did you? You think you consented to that? Or did you shut down and let it happen?

But.. b-but I was wearing a spade.

Yes. According to the "game" here in Vitsippsdalen that spade made all of that okay, whether you were in your right mind or not by giving me such absolute power over you. But you're lucky. I've been a dom long enough to know whether you were in trouble. Granted, I relished every single moment yesterday, but I would have freed you had you given any indication you couldn't handle it. But you pushed on and on, a resilient and rapacious little thing. It was remarkable really.

Th-thanks...

But still... I couldn't in good conscience drag that out any further. And the fact that you want to keep that spade... of course it tickles me to no end! But no, you would need to prove yourself to me first. I don't take such commitments lightly.

Lightly?! Y-you had me tied up in the shed... And strange men were t-taking turns... I did way more than prove-

You were amazing, dear! Truly! Let me sit with you... But you weren't an "active" participant either. It's one thing to lay there and take it and another to follow my whims to the letter. I would need you to prove that you would be willing to follow my every order. That this bond, this contract you would be agreeing to, means more to you than a quick thrill. Because, frankly...

Sh-she's pushing me onto my back?

I'm not interested in a quick thrill. I have had plenty of those. No, I would want to own this adorable little pussy of yours ongoing. I would want you...

Her hand! Her f-fingers! On my body!

...to submit to me... completely.

T-touching me...

Every inch of you, every crack, every freckle... ALL of you... completely mine... my own little spade.

You want... all of me?

Without compromise.

She WANTS me? My mom?! As... as a spade. A permanent spade. A... a slave.

. . .

Wh-... why is that making me so wet?

But, alas... Obviously that's n-

What would I h-have to do...?

Oh, come now. Do you expect me to believe that... you would...

That gaze from her. The earnestness. That is intriguing. Would she really...?

W-well? What would I have to do? How could I prove it?

You... L-let's not talk about this right now. Not while your needy young gash is still all warm and wet. You can stay here and think about it if you like, but you had best decide with some certainty before we go down such a path together.

Oh. Okay...

And I need to think about how you could best prove yourself...

She left me laying here by myself, but the smile on her face was so... I don't want to call it devious, but she sure was enjoying whatever she's thinking. Probably about tying me up again. Or about where she would put my permanent spade...

But if I was her sex slave... She could be thinking about things she's never been able to try before. About pushing my every limit. Or maybe about marching me into an orgy, dragging me on a leash, proudly showing off that her daughter's pussy is hers to control...

Mmmm...

What are you doing on mom's bed?

Eeep!

And... naked.

Sven! What is he... He's just standing there staring at me?!

I'm not wearing a spade if that's what you're looking for!

Why would she say that? Does she know about mom dragging me into the shed? I... I had better play dumb.

What? A spade? Why would you be wearing a spade?

Oh! Umm... I w-wouldn't! You're just such a pervert th-that...

Were you just masturbating on mom's bed?

NO!

Then what were you doing? And why are you naked? You were pretty loud a couple minutes ago. I even had headphones on.

I... shut up! Go away!

Yeah...? Make me.

Argh! You ARE a pervert!

Look at his stupid grin! It's not my fault mom left the door open! Are you seriously going to make me push past you?

Look at her stomp her feet. Her pussy is blushing as hard as her face.

Move!

Where? Out of the hallway?

Sh-shut up already!

Heheh... Oh sis...

Yes? I'm in the bath.

Can I come in?

Oh! . . . Yes, Emilia, come in. Just close the door.

Kay. Now you want the door closed...

Did you enjoy dinner?

Yeah, it was fine.

I'm glad.

. . .

What did you need, honey?

Well... I wanted to talk about... What I would need to do. Have you thought about it?

I haven't stopped thinking about it. That's how I nearly burned the vegetables and the roast, being so distracted.

Yes, I've done some thinking.

And?

And I think I have an idea. Have you thought about whether you want this?

Well until I know what it is I have to do... I'm not sure.

That's prudent of you. It's just... I'm not sure if you're going to like what I'm thinking.

What is it?

I want you... to woo one of your friends.

Woo them?

I want you to sleep with one of your girlfriends. More than that... I want them to want you.

Oh. That's not so bad.

But they can't know why you're trying to bed them.

I'm not sure I'd want to tell them.

And you can't use a mark.

Huh?? Wh-what?!

Mhmm.

Wh-why can't I?

Because that would be too easy.

It wouldn't be that easy...

Those girls corrupted you by introducing you to this game.

Corrup- I'm not that innocent, mom.

So I want you to corrupt THEM outside of it.

I... what do you mean?

They've been playing this game for some time. All of their bravado and sass and confidence comes from those marks. But take that away and what are they? No different than any other young girl, I'm sure. So I don't want this to be "just sex" or "just a game" to them. I want it to mean something.

But... how does that mean I can be your slave?

By proving you will do what I ask of you. Whatever I ask. That you are capable of committing to something. I think risking a friendship would certainly prove that.

Risking my...? Why would that...?

Do you think you can bat your eyes, get them to bang you, and go right back to being pals? Perhaps you can, but I don't think it will be so easy. I think this is going to take some work. And if you aren't successful, if you come on too strong, or you appear deceitful, you might damage your relationship with them.

But why would you want that?! Why would you want me to lose my friends?

I don't. In fact, despite everything that's happened, I still want you to see them. I can't pick your friends for you and they do seem to like you as much as you like them. I think they have good hearts... But this is just the risk you'll have to take if you want to wear my mark. Unless this has changed your mind.

. . .

It's up to you. I know it's a big decision. I'll help you if I can, but it all comes down to you. Consider this your first task as my new spade, and whatever that may bring.

This IS a big decision. It seems really hard, too. I don't even know how to "woo" a boy, let alone a girl. And who would I...? Does Milka even LIKE girls? Like, LIKE like? I'm not so sure, but maybe if she thinks its a different kind of game... She probably wouldn't take it too personally if I screw things up either. But Heidi? I don't know. I could see us doing stuff, maybe, but... without a mark? This is all so scary!