<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6a/3e/c3/6a3ec373b16998b7152f9c4ebd47b3b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1st, night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home - Celeste's room<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Excited - but firm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin, Celeste<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Mar moaned as she kissed her wife, her body shivering with pleasure.  Half her partner's words were nonsense, but they blended together into an erotic tableau - she had a momentary image of a rubberdoll flower girl tossing condoms and bits of her own shredded panties, trying to walk the aisle as her crotch vibrated intensely.  The talk of raw dominance - of owning and controlling - slipped quickest to her core, an auditory eroticism as intense as the hand exploring her body.  "That's right, mommy...you're going to tease our little girl, fuck her, use her until she's a sex-drunk mindless toy, and then you're going to give her to me like a good little wife, aren't you?  You're going to watch me..."  Mar pulled back from Erin's mouth, turning to look where her fingers were thrusting steady and deep into their submissive.  Her other hand took hold of the back of Erin's long red hair, using it as a handle to point her head.  Mar's next words were a command.  "Watch me take our little girl, and break her with pleasure until she begs to be owned."<br/><br/>Her hand moved faster inside her daughter, harder - not roughly, but not gently either.  Her hand was so wet, it slid slickly against the little girl's clit.  Daddy wanted the girl to have a little cum tonight, and there couldn't be much time left.  As if on cue, the neon plastic clock next to the bed chimed soft lullaby notes.  Mar's watch lit up, vibrating with its silent alarm - buzz-buzz, buzz-buzz.  She turned her wrist and pressed it to Celeste's clit for a half dozen heartbeats, then pulled it away, her fingers slipping from their new favorite puppet.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://images.halloweencostumes.com/products/51072/1-1/adult-black-cat-onesie.jpg)</div>Neither of her girls would like the next pronouncement, but it was important to have rules and enforce them.  If they started out with exceptions, there wouldn't really be rules at all, just a spoiled little brat, and Mar loved her little girl too much to let that happen.  Especially after the whining earlier; it wasn't enough to rate punishment but there would be repercussions if they gave in.  Mar pressed her cum-slick fingers to Erin's lips, pressing softly in an unspoken command to clean off the mess left by their daughter's pussy.  It would also help Mommy not to forget herself - she knew the need for rules, too, but Mar could see the mad lust in her eyes.  "It has been a very pleasant night, my loves, but that sound means it's time for little girls to go to bed.  Tomorrow will be a very big day - your first whole day with us - and you need to be well rested.  But," she raised her voice against any complaints.  She would have raised a finger, too, but she was fucking Erin's face with it.  "<em>if</em>you're a good girl, and mommy agrees, you can sleep in our bed tonight.  If you're still, and quiet, and get right to sleep."<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/14524753_hi)</div>Mar stood, disentangling from her family.  "You have ten minutes to get ready for bed.  Dirty clothes go in the hamper.  Brush and floss your teeth.  Put on pajamas."  She tilted her head toward the closet; there were several options, but the two at the front were a set of She-Ra pajamas - Adora was a secret weakness of Mar's - and a furry black cat onesie.  "Nothing underneath," she added, a spur of the moment rule fueled by her own lust, which she was doing her best to ignore in favor of a firm daddy voice.  It was a good rule, though, she decided.  Their little girl was their plaything, too, and it was her responsibility to give those moments of submission.  "Never anything underneath, unless you're given permission."  It would make it easier to spank her, too.  Mar could tell already her little girl would need a lot of spankings.