Yes Mommy

New rules

1. Give Mommy your safe word as soon as you come up with one.
2. Never take your collar off by yourself
3. Only panties can be worn while you're in Mommy's house
4. Learn and obey the assigned positions.
5. Always answer "Yes, Mommy." or "No, Mommy."
6. Weekends belong to Mommy
7.Never touch yourself without permission
8. Always be honest and obedient
9. Never reach orgasm without Mommy's permission
10. At least three meals a day
11. Adequate sleep
12. You can't refuse sex from Mommy

Beca sat at her home desk and groaned while reading the list of rules. Could Chloe be any more smug or pretentious? No one would guess because she's so quiet but this girl was a piece of work. Last night had been replaying in her head all morning. This was happening. Chloe was her Domme now. She took orders from Chloe. She was still trying to wrap her mind around it. She had never been anyone's sub or little. She wasn't even sure if she would be good at it.
Plus, Chloe and Beca had never had sex. They may have kissed a few times but that was it. Now she was expected to take it however Chloe told her she had to. This was the fastest moving relationship ever.
Beca looked at the attached picture of the positions she was to memorize. Each picture had a number beside it and supposedly when Chloe called a number, Beca was supposed to assume that position. Which reminded her, she needed to get waxed.
The doorbell rang and Beca checked the monitor to see who was at the door. It was Chloe. Beca pressed the speaker button and told her to come in.
"Hi," Chloe said softly when she walked into the study.
"Hey. Is that for me?" Beca nodded towards the bag she was carrying.
"It is." Chloe sat the bag on the desk and took a seat. Admittedly, Chloe didn't really want or need anything. She was just bored and wanted to see Beca. From time to time, Chloe would make a special appearance in her restaurants and she may even help in the kitchen but there was no day to day job for her to do. There was plenty of paperwork but who the hell wanted to do that? She paid people to do that so she didn't have to.
"Can I ask you something?" Beca opened the bag and inspected the contents. She had actually brought her food that she liked, not vegetables cleverly disguised as delicious food. That was surprising.
"Yes." Chloe said.
"Do you actually like me or is this just a way to get your sick kicks?" Beca asked. She ate a few french fries and immediately regretted it. They were still really hot. How did she manage to get food this fresh? Beca's food was never this hot when she went to that place.
"Like is such a weird phrase for feelings, isn't it? Of course I like you. We're friends." Chloe answered in the most noncommittal way possible. She would not admit that she had been harboring the smallest, yet longest lasting, crush of her life on her best friend. That would be absurd. Crazy. Preposterous. Outlandish.She had fallen in love with Beca that day at the activities fair in college but she would never admit it.

Beca rolled her eyes. She didn't actually think Chloe had feelings for her. That would be silly. They were just friends. At least that's what she thought now.
Friends who would now be fucking.
Probably a lot.
Hard.
In some very compromising positions. Beca blushed just thinking about it.