Homage: a sequel by Angela Adamson, prettyangela@live.com
This story is a sequel to the events narrated in my earlier story "Homage".
BEFORE
The last few weeks have been the strangest in my life. It is my wedding day. How traditional that sounds and yet how bizarre the bride's life is. It is not that she is heavily pregnant - that is not unusual in today's society. It is not that the ceremony takes place in the ballroom of a hotel rather than a church - again, this is not rare nowadays. No, the truly incredible thing about my wedding day is that, in attendance will be two people more important than the groom: a mature woman Faye Duncan, and my niece Tracey.
Why is that so strange? Oh reader, you will hardly believe the truth. Faye is my lover but that does not do her justice for she is much more than that: she is my mentor, my muse, and my mistress. And if that is not enough let me tell you about Tracey. Tracey has been installed in my life by Faye, who delights in my humiliation and degradation by Tracey.
Faye has conditioned me to worship not only her but also to be in thrall to my 16 year niece. She has maneuvered my emotions in an exquisitely subtle way: rewarding me with affection when I gave signs of coming under Tracey's spell, showing disappointment when I tried to draw back. She was so clever that I hardly realized what she was doing and I fell for her manipulation hook, line and sinker. The end result has been that, while I acknowledge Faye as my over-arching controller, I am in love with Tracey like a young girl with her first crush. Tracey is perfect in my eyes, I live for her presence, morsels of kindness that she might grant me, and accept her regular mocking cruelty as she derides me for harboring my totally inappropriate feelings for her. And when I report my wretched accounts of unrequited love to Faye I know that she becomes aroused, and she tells me that I am her good girl. Oh, to be Faye's good girl is the whole point of my life and how painful it is that I can achieve that only through supplication to Tracey, and accepting her disdain.
AFTER
The wedding was over an hour ago and I am sitting at the head table at the end of the ballroom as the reception lunch gets under way. My thoughts are whirling at what has just happened.
I had risen early this morning, showered, and eaten a light breakfast. Then back to my bedroom where the next hour was spent on make-up, teasing my hair into the prettiest curls, and dressing in the simple elegant rose-pink dress I had spent a fortune on. All this alone - somewhat to my surprise since I had thought that Faye would have wanted to help in presenting her pet to perfection. Little had I guessed that Faye had a different agenda for me.
Just when I was applying the final touches to my face there was a knock at my bedroom door. In came Tracey! Without saying a word she presented me with a single piece of notepaper on which was written: "Dearest. You will please me on this important day for you by letting Tracey have her way. F."
My mouth fell open and I looked at Tracey. She looked like a goddess, skin glowing, eyes sparkling, ..., and a triumphant grin on her rouged lips. Tracey, my queen, and my tormentor. My heart's desire and my downfall.
Tracey stared at me with an impish malice. She extended her hand to my lips and, automatically, I kissed her fingers. With a cruel little laugh she spoke for the first time "My dyke aunt, does my dyke aunt Angela want to kiss her Tracey's lips?". My face flushed - Tracey could read my thoughts. Tears filled my eyes as I nodded. I couldn't help myself so powerfully did I desire and love my niece.
Tracey went through a pantomime of pretending to consider. She cocked her head as though to think about my shameful need for her and seemed to come to a decision. "Well, slutty Aunt, maybe, but you must give me ...". I waited with baited breath wondering what price I would have to pay and then Tracey, that heartless minx, continued "...a bridegroom to fuck".
I can hardly believe what Tracey has just said. She wants Rob? Oh no, it's not that - she wants to completely humiliate me and make me feel worthless - just because I have an unbearable longing that I will do anything to assuage. What shall I say? I look at Tracey again. She is perfect, unattainable, desirable, youthful - so beyond me, yet I know all too well that Rob could not resist her if she was willing. I can't do this but, but... Maybe Tracey would accept my love if only I could bring myself to grant her wish. And I so want her love, I so want to show her my devotion.
So I swallow and I whisper. And the words I whisper are "Yes".
Tracey grins confidently, triumphantly and brings her lips to my ear. Her tongue flicks out and she licks the tip of my ear. My knees turn to jelly but then... Then comes the shocking truth in her giggling whisper "I knew you'd agree, Auntie Dyke, and so this morning I had him already - hmm, he was quite a good fuck, but maybe I have improved him for you. Aren't you grateful, Aunt Angela. Haven't I been so kind to you?". Then with another quick lick on my ear she is gone.
After that the wedding was an anti-climax. I couldn't look Rob in the eye nor could he meet my gaze. I knew it was true. My new husband is already cheating on me and I have given the permission. I feel so awful, so low, so shamed. But here now at the reception I turn to look towards Tracey. There she is, looking so coy, so pretty, so sweet. Oh maybe she will like me now. Surely she will after what I have sacrificed, won't she? Won't she?