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Chapter 02: New Reality Revelations



RECAP: I highly recommend you read the beginning of this series Training Teacher: The Seduction to find out how Julia became the submissive of one of her student’s parents. Part 2 takes places the very next morning, when she wakes up…still at her new Mistress’s home…at the foot of the bed.



Dedication: This story is dedicated to the adorable, sweet, sexy Julia.



Credit: A special thanks go to Steve B for his suggestions and Estragon for his copy edit.



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CHAPTER 2: NEW REALITY REVELATIONS



I woke up in the morning from an amazingly surreal dream. A dream so vividly real I felt it had really happened. A dream that awoke in me a side I didn’t know existed. A dream where my greatest pain in the ass parent, someone I truly loathed, seduced me and turned me into her personal lesbian sub. It seemed so real, I could almost taste her on my lips.



I opened my eyes.



I sat up.



I was not in my bed.



I was at the foot of Constance’s bed, the parent that just yesterday was my biggest problem.



In one startling moment of clarity, I came to the frank realization that it was not a dream, but a harsh disturbing reality.



The events of the previous evening came flooding back to me. The aggressive seduction, her powerful orders, my need to obey and the earth shattering orgasms that followed. I closed my eyes and replayed last night in my head. Sure she had seduced me and sure she was incredibly aggressive and domineering, but I submitted to her willingly. I was not forced. I could have said no. But, the overwhelming feeling of freedom when I allowed Constance to make my decisions for me was liberating. The pressure, the stress, the loneliness of being a single mother, all vanished when I brainlessly followed the orders of the powerful Constance.



Part of me was mortified as I realized my current predicament, while another part of me was excited as I nervously waited for Constance to wake up. I desperately attempted to suppress the burning desire flaming in my loins as I tried to figure out how I was going to: one- deal with Constance; two- get home and dressed for work; three- get to work and explain why my vehicle was still at school; and four, most importantly, resist the growing temptation to submit to Constance again.



As I pretended to be asleep, my inner turmoil like a cresting wave coming crashing into the beach, I felt the bed move. I lay still like a statue. Anticipation resonated through my pores.



I was suddenly startled when I felt the bed shake briefly as someone seemed to get in. I was freaking out, realizing someone must have seen me in all my degrading servitude. I slyly attempted to peek and see who had joined us: who knew of my sexual debauchery? Sadly, I was right; someone was in bed with us. Unfortunately, all I could see from my awkward position was black heels and a woman’s ankle in black pantyhose.



My nervous curiosity didn’t last long. I heard the polite voice of Maeko Chung, Constance’s Japanese born, Chinese raised, maid and the mother of my best grade four student: “Good morning, Mistress.”



I felt some shuffling on the bed and Constance groggily respond, “Good morning, Maeko.” A lengthy silence followed before I began hearing soft moans and realized what Maeko was doing. I was shocked at the thought of the sweet, shy woman, doing what she was apparently doing. Yet my pussy was betraying me again, getting tingly while I quietly listened, like a voyeur, to the lesbian scene going on right beside me like I wasn’t there.



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I briefly reminisced about the first time I was a silent bystander to a sexual performance. It was the summer after I graduated high school, and I was on a girls’-only camping trip. I was sharing a tent with Sierra, one of my three closest friends. We had partied pretty hard with a bunch of college boys and I, quite drunk and worried I might do something I would regret, called it a night. An hour later, I was woken up by a male voice. “What about your friend?”



“Don’t worry about Hannah, she is passed out. An earthquake wouldn’t wake her. Now let me take a look at what you got for me.”



Still being half asleep, I didn’t instantly realize what was happening a foot away. But the realization was made abundantly clear when the male voice mumbled, “That’s it baby, suck my cock.”



The loud slurping sound confirmed Sierra’s exhibitionist extra-curricular activity. A couple of minutes later, I felt a leg bump mine, some shuffling into Sierra’s sleeping bag, followed soon after by Sierra’s unmistakable high-pitched voice. “Yes harder, fuck me harder. Fuck me like a slut.”



I listened stunned, not remotely able to believe Sierra, the vigilant feminist of our close knit group, calling herself a slut or having some summer fling. It was her idea to make it a girls’-only trip, so the irony was obvious.



Still drunk myself, I unconsciously found myself touching myself. As the fucking continued inches away from me, I got wetter and wetter.



The guy taking Sierra’s own name-calling as an invitation to treat her like a slut began to verbally assault my good friend. “That’s it you fucking slut, take my big dick. Beg for me to fuck your tight cunt.”



I cringed at the word cunt. Sierra, being the extreme feminist she was, despised the derogatory term and ripped apart anyone, boy or girl alike, who had the audacity to say it in her presence. I waited for Sierra’s usual lambasting and feminist rant, but instead heard her say the word I never, in a million years, thought would ever be uttered from her lips, particularly used in the way she used it. “Yes, fuck my cunt. Pound me. Fill my cunt with that big hard cock of yours.”



I let out a little gasp of shock from hearing her use the forbidden ‘C’ word. My hand, having a mind of its own, began rubbing my clit faster and with more pressure. The verbal degradation of one of my best friends should have angered me, but instead only increased my desire to come.



I listened to the naughty act of sin like a perverted boy watching his first porn. Each time the guy called Sierra a cunt, slut, or whore, I put more pressure on my own cunt, imagining I was the slut whose cunt he was ravishing.



As Sierra screamed, “Yes, yes, yes, I’m coming,” I simultaneously had the most intense orgasm of my young life so far. I muffled my pleasure, terrified of being caught in such an intimate act; terrified that they might catch on to the fact that I had masturbated to their fucking. Suddenly mortified by my actions, I quickly moved my hand away from my liberated vagina and tried to make sense of what just happened.




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I was brought back to my present reality when I heard Constance scream, “Yes Maeko, get Mommy off, yes, yes, yesssssss.”



Another silence lingered as I nervously waited for the inevitable.



“Maeko, excellent as always.”



“Thank you, Mistress.”



“Maeko, could you please wake up my guest with your special wake up call?”



“As you wish, Mistress.”



I held my breath, exciting trepidation overwhelming me. I felt hands pull the thin blanket off me. Warm hands opened my legs apart. I felt Maeko move between my legs. “Good morning, Ms. Hawkins.”



I opened my eyes, feigning surprise, but my very wet pussy gave away any pretence of innocence. “Good morning, Mrs. Chung.”



“Ahhh, my pet is awake. How are you this morning?”



“Goooood,” I moaned, Maeko’s tongue making contact just as I attempted to answer.



“Goooood,” Constance replicated mockingly, her condescending tone returning. Maeko licked my pussy with quick sharp licks, the teasing sensation driving me nuts. I wanted to shove her head into my cunt, to use her tongue as a small cock to fuck me.



Constance, recognizing my deliriously horny state from the teasing, said, “She’s fucking amazing isn’t she? I don’t know how she does it, but those teasing slaps she does with her tongue are one of a kind. Are you close to orgasm, my pet?”



Finding it hard to concentrate on Constance’s words, I mumbled through heavy breathing, “So close, Mistress.”



“Just tell the slut what you want. She always obeys completely. She was born to please.”



Desperate to come, I, out of character, ordered, “Finger me Maeko. Fuck my cunt.”



Obeying in record speed, she slipped not one, but two of her thin fingers inside my oasis of juice. As her fingers slid in and out of my pussy, Maeko took my clit into her mouth and sucked on it as she somehow simultaneously used her tongue to lick my clit. The dual pleasure was too much and I bellowed loud enough to wake the dead, “Oh my fucking God, fuck me, fuck me, yesssssssss.”



My body quaked and quaked, a seemingly never-ending flow of convulsions. Maeko quit fingering me and let go of my clit, but continued pleasing me gently by licking the juice from my pussy lips. My pussy lips, tender from the excessive attention of the last twelve hours, began to feel numb. I pushed Maeko away. “No more.”



It was like I had slapped her in the face. “I’m sorry if I didn’t please you, Ms. Hawkins.”



“Oh my God, no Maeko. You pleased me completely. So much in fact, my vagina is a bit tender now.”



“It’s called a cunt, my pet. Little children have vaginas,” Mistress Constance corrected.



“Sorry, Mistress. My cunt is sore from all the attention. It was been relatively neglected for quite some time, so all this sudden attention is a bit overwhelming.”



“Well, that won’t be a concern anymore,” Mistress guaranteed. She got off the bed and grabbed a robe. “Maeko will take you to the guest shower.”



“Thank you,” I absurdly replied. Constance ignored my words as she disappeared into her private washroom.



Maeko handed me a robe and I silently followed her to another bathroom. She offered, with a subservient smile, “If there is anything you need Ms. Hawkins, please ask.”



My face still flushed, I responded, “Thank you, I think I should be ok.”



Maeko walked away and I went into the washroom and turned on the shower. As the hot water washed away my sin, I realized I still had no solution to my problems. I bounced around different scenarios, but none seemed to get me back to normality. As I lathered my body, I thought back to how just yesterday afternoon I spent twenty minutes with Mrs. Chung, discussing her daughter’s unbelievable academic success. There was not even the slightest inkling of what was to happen. I was eternally grateful that I would not have another interview with her or Constance this year. I finished my shower and grabbed the robe just as there was a knock on the door.



I opened the door and Maeko handed me my bra and a blue dress. The dress was very cute and, thankfully, school-appropriate. I went to close the door, but Mrs. Chung stopped me. “I am supposed to help you with the dress and stockings, Ms. Hawkins.”



“Oh,” I responded, slightly dazed.



I put on my bra and my dress and stood shyly, odd after what she had just done to me, while she zipped my dress up for me. Once my dress was zipped, she asked me politely to sit on the toilet seat and proceeded to slowly put the thigh high stockings on my leg. The dark mocha colour really gave my legs a sexy look to them and my pussy began to tingle again as I felt Maeko’s gentle hands slide the silk up my legs. Her expert tongue so close to my cunt had me almost salivating as I relived in my head the pleasure she recently gave me. Once both stockings were on, Maeko stood up, “Is there anything else I can do for you Ms. Hawkins?”



“My panties?”



Maeko’s face flushed, “Mistress doesn’t like any of her pets to wear underwear.”



“Oh,” I replied, slightly stunned by this newest piece of information.



She went to the door. “Follow me to the kitchen.”



I reached for her hand, dying to know the answer, “How did you become her, um, her….”



Maeko smiled genuinely at me as she finished my question. “How did I end up a full-service maid?”



“Yes, please tell me,” I exclaimed, thankful she understood my blabbering question and curious to know how Constance seduced her.







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She retold the story, not once making eye contact with me. Her tone was not one of shame, but rather shyness. “I applied for the job as her maid two years ago. Mistress recognized me from some school function and the fact we had children in the same grade. She explained that she was a very demanding boss and expected perfection and total obedience from her help. I explained I was born in Japan, but grew up in China and lived in a home with a very domineering father and a mother with very high expectations. This seemed to please her and I was hired. For two months there was nothing obviously unique about the job; I even saw the Master of the house a few times. In retrospect, there were many small subtle things, but nothing that gave me any reason to be prepared for what would eventually be expected of me. For example, she often touched me gently whenever she spoke to me, she often complimented me on my appearance and she continually made alterations to my work outfit. What started as a simple maid outfit slowly changed into something much more provocative. The skirt got shorter and the blouse a little tighter. One day she informed me she expected her servants to always wear three-inch pumps. Although incredibly inconvenient for my job, I, of course, obeyed. Then two weeks ago I found a gift bag for me. In it were a dozen pairs of silk thigh high stockings with a note explaining she expected her servants to dress in classy stockings and not no-name pantyhose. I had never worn stockings before, nor did I even know such undergarments existed. It was clear she liked to demonstrate her power and our different social status. But once I put them on, I was surprised how sexual I felt and how good the silk felt on my legs.



Then the final deciding moment occurred. I came to work at my usual 6:30 time and found a note on the kitchen table to please come upstairs the moment I arrived. I followed the instruction and walked in on Mistress naked with a woman between her legs. I was stunned. I had never seen two women together. Mistress ordered me to the bed and once I reached her she explained that she was considering a major change in my duties. She explained that she wanted me to be a full-service maid. I didn’t respond, unclear of her intent. Mistress made it crystal clear as she ordered me to get on the bed and replace the girl who was currently serving her. I stood mystified by the request. She repeated her order, her tone domineering and clearly daring me to disobey. Without a word, I moved onto the bed and a very pretty woman, who I would later learn was the Mayor’s wife moved from between Mistress’s legs. I moved between them and waited further instructions. Mistress explained that while most people liked to wake up with an alarm and coffee, she liked to be woken up by having her cunt licked. She further explained that if I was to stay on as her maid, her
full service maid, this would be one of my duties. She also added that the full service maid comes with many perks including a substantial raise, a vehicle, and a clothing allowance. I would like to say I resisted, that I was forced into this role, but I, like you I am guessing, obeyed on my own free will. Oh sure she was dominant and very intimidating, but I accepted my role all on my own. I leaned in and licked her cunt. I had no idea what I was doing, having never done it before, nor had I ever had it done to me before either, my husband seeing it as something only sluts did. I licked and nibbled until she began moaning and telling me not to stop. Once she orgasmed on my face, I felt a strange tingle flow throughout my body. I felt a thrill having pleased her in such a way. I also felt a strange feeling of power in being able to bring someone such joy. Mistress, once she recovered from her orgasm, asked if I accepted my new terms. I shook my head in acceptance and watched as a triumphant smile spread across her face. She went on to tell me that it was time to get my first bonus. She instructed the other woman to please me. I attempted to object; explaining I was married and had never had that done to me before. I was first scolded for questioning her and then comforted when she came to grips that I had never, ever, been pleasured by a tongue, even my husband’s. She explained she too was married and that Pamela Washington, the Mayor’s wife, was obviously also married. She went on to explain that no man can please a woman like another woman and it was time for me to learn the forbidden fruit of lesbian lust. Mistress instructed the stranger to show me exactly how good sex with a woman could be. The pretty woman aggressively flipped me onto my back and gave me pleasure I didn’t know was possible. I came in less than two minutes. That night I went online and read articles on how to please a woman. Over the next week I also watched online videos. I was determined to be excellent at it, like I strive to be excellent in everything else I do.”



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“Wow,” was all I could muster. I hid the fact that her story of submission had made me horny yet again.



Oblivious to my horniness and awe, she suggested, “We better go. Mistress will be wondering. Patience is not one of her strong points.” For the first time in ten minutes, she allowed our eyes to meet. She let a smile break her usual mask of obedience.



I followed her to the kitchen and saw Mistress at a large table eating. I went to sit down at one of the seven empty chairs but was stopped. “Your spot is over here, my pet.”



She pointed beside her. Once I reached her, I again attempted to take a seat and was rebuffed a second time.



“No, no, no, my pet. Pets don’t eat at the table, they eat on the floor.”



My cheeks went red with humiliation. I glanced down and saw a plate with sausage, eggs and toast on the ground. A glass of orange juice and cutlery was beside it.



When I didn’t move, Constance asked, “Is there a problem, my pet?”



Mortified, insulted and enraged, I wanted to scream yes there is a fucking problem, a big fucking problem, but instead responded like a good pet, “No problem, Mistress.” I sat down on the hardwood floor.



“Good,” she purred. “I didn’t think I would have discipline issues with you.”



We ate in silence, shame burning through my entire being. Here I was a mother of one, a respected teacher in the community, being treated like a household pet. Would the humiliation ever end?



Once breakfast was done, Mistress Constance announced, “Well we better get you to work, my pet.”



I stood up and followed her outside to her vehicle. We drove in silence for a couple of minutes until Constance informed, “My pet, just so you know, anyone you see wearing the collar you have on is a sub of mine. Understand that as soon as they see you wearing the collar today, they will know you are mine too. Also, as the newest addition to my growing list of subs, you are on the bottom of the totem pole. In other words, you are to obey any command any other sub of mine requests, as long as it does not impact your family or job. Is that understood?”



I had no response. I did understand, but this was getting way out of control. I attempted to reason with her. “Mistress I do understand, but is there any way to keep this between you and me?”



“Are you ashamed to be my pet?”



I thought briefly about the question. I was ashamed, but not because I was her pet, but because I was so weak. I was ashamed that I enjoyed my submission so much and that even now in this non-threatening situation I was already looking forward to the next time. That said, I didn’t want the whole world, or anyone else for that matter, knowing what kind of sexual deviant I was. I tried to explain my feelings to her. “No, Mistress, I am not ashamed of you. I am ashamed by my weakness and afraid for others to know the truth.”

Her tone was sweet and caring, a surprising shift from her usual up front and blunt tone. “Oh, is that it? The only ones who will know have already submitted to me, my pet. They know exactly what you are feeling. They have been exactly where you are right now. They will actually help you come to grips with your new reality.”



“New reality,” I murmured.



She smiled, “Yes. Your life will never be the same. Everything you thought you knew about yourself has vanished and been replaced by a new reality. In this reality you need to accept your role as my submissive, my sub. A reality where you accept you have no control over certain parts of your life. The sooner you do, the easier your training from lonely divorcee to eager submissive will be. You were not a happy woman when I met you. You were lost and lonely and searching for that missing piece. You just didn’t know what that missing piece was. You were searching for something that only someone like me could give you. You needed me. It is obvious, you desperately need to be told what to do, more so than any of my other subs, quite frankly. Your personality is submissive. Accept it.”



I tried to process this lengthy assessment of my character. As much as I would like to deny such an extreme assessment of who I am, I couldn’t. Everything she said was true. As I was about to respond, we arrived in the staff parking lot. Anxiety washed over me as I worried who might see me get out of her car.



Seeing my nervousness she chuckled, “No one is going to see you leaving a person’s vehicle and know that you are a cunt-licking sub who needs to have a Mistress, my pet.”



Of course she was right, although her vivid language had me red again. The best way to hide the truth was to act normal.



Her hand went under my dress. “You are pretty wet, my pet.”



I blushed, knowing she was indeed right.



Her finger slipped easily in my cunt and she finger-fucked me slowly. Smiling, she teased, “Aren’t you the least bit curious who else has submitted to me?”



I moaned, “Yes, Mistress, I am both curious and scared.”



Her fingers left my cunt and she licked off my juices. “I have to admit, my pet, you are fucking delicious.”



I couldn’t believe how happy I felt hearing such an absurd compliment. “Thank you, Mistress.”



Breaking the brief moment of intimate sweetness, she abruptly asked me to leave. “Now get out of here, I have an appointment in twenty minutes.”



I obeyed, getting out of the vehicle. She drove away and I walked towards the school, no one else knowing of my inner turmoil or my sexual descent.



I kept my head down as best I could and made it to my classroom without seeing a colleague. I prepared for my day and jumped like a guilty criminal when Alice came into my room. I noticed she did not have a collar on her neck and gave a silent sigh of relief. She asked how my Pederson interview went and I replied not as I expected, which was the understatement of the millennium. We chatted briefly about trivial work crap and she left.



Until recess, the morning came and went without any drama. I was on supervision this week and could no longer avoid all the potential colleagues who may soon learn of my, what did Mistress call it, new reality.



I did supervision was again grateful that both other supervisors were men. I made it back to my class and led my students to the library for their weekly book reading. I had my students sit on the floor in the reader’s corner like I usually did and sat down at the back so I could watch all my students. They seldom misbehaved, but every once in a while….



I was chatting with one of my students when Mrs. Hamilton began to read. I didn’t look up right away. She greeted the class. “Good morning, grade fours.”



The class replied in attempted unison, “Good morning, Mrs. Hamilton.”



I still hadn’t really paid much attention, distracted by a couple of students who had not yet settled down. “Today’s story is about secrets.”



Her deliberate hinting tone startled me. I looked up to our late 40s librarian, and recognized the collar on her neck. I gazed into her eyes and she gave me an all too knowing smile. I quickly broke eye contact and began to hyper-ventilate. I attempted desperately to control my breathing while Mrs. Hamilton read the story.



I zoned out as she read, trying to wrap my head around the realization that our married, mother of six, librarian, was one of Constance Pederson’s subs. If Mary Hamilton, the jolly, outgoing, rather chubby British librarian was a sub, then anyone on our staff was a possibility. Every female staff member flashed in my head, each now a real possibility to be a lesbian submissive.



I was brought back to the present when Mary’s tone changed for certain words in the story. I began to listen as it became clear she was attempting to give me a message, tease me or test me; possibly all. As she continued to read the story, she continued to stress certain words like: obey, secret, bad, surprised, ecstatic and soon. I took the coded message as a clear indication that Mary was thrilled I had joined this exclusive secret club and that she planned to do something to me soon.



As soon as the story was done, I ordered my students back to class, hoping to get out of the library without having to have a conversation with Mary. Alas, Mary made sure that didn’t happen. She instructed our students to sit down as our librarian assistant read a second story to them.



Mary invited me to her office and I reluctantly and nervously followed. She closed the door and immediately spoke. “I can’t believe it was you. Mistress said she planned to add one more sub to her group from this school, but I never considered you as an option.”



Much to my surprise, I got defensive, feeling insulted that she didn’t think I was good enough for Constance. “And why wasn’t I an option?” I cattily asked.



The librarian smiled and laughed genuinely. “Oh don’t take it personally, Hannah. I just thought you were too strong to be broken by her. But I guess if she can have Betty crawling on the floor licking all the cum after an eight person gangbang, no one is impossible.”



“Eight person gangbang? Principal Pierce?” I mumbled in complete disbelief.



“Oh yes. Betty questioned Constance in front of a couple other subs and was punished by being gangbanged by the college football team. She wore a mask so the boys didn’t know who they were coming on and in. After all eight shot their loads, our dear Principal was ordered to clean the floor with her mouth.”



I didn’t say a word. If my mouth could drop to the floor like in those Roger Rabbit cartoons, mine would have. Finally I asked the question I was dreading, “How many others are there?”



“Here or total?”



“Both.”



“At this school you are number five; in our school division at least another five; if you add others in the community at least twenty-five or thirty.”



The numbers hit through me like a tornado touching the surface after spinning for days. “Twenty-five or thirty,” I muttered.



“Yep. But I am thrilled she chose you.”



“You are?”



“Yes, I have had a crush on you for a long time,”



“You have?” I questioned, in a haze of flattered confusion.



“Oh yes, but now is not the time to get into that conversation. You should get back to your students, but we are not done here, my dear.”



I nodded in acknowledgement and returned to the library. Once back in my class, I cursed that I didn’t ask who the other two were. I made it to lunch, barely, my nerves near the brink of a complete Lindsay Lohan type of collapse.



I went to the cafeteria to grab some lunch. I checked slyly for any other collars, now wanting to know. None of the cafeteria ladies were wearing the symbol of submission. I grabbed my lunch and returned to my room without any further incident. As I ate my lunch, I couldn’t decide what was more stressful: actually finding out who the other subs were or waiting to find out.



Just as I finished my lunch, I was paged to the office. I tossed my plate in the trash and headed to the office. I wasn’t overly worried about seeing a collar in the office. Our secretary was 55 and a sweet grandma who often baked cookies for the staff. Our Vice-principal was a male so he was safe. Lastly, although I now knew that Principal Pierce was a sub, she was always on supervision patrol at lunch, so it was very unlikely she would be in the office. That said, my nerves began to shake as I approached the office.



I reached the office and let out a gasp. Our sweet-as-cotton-candy secretary was wearing the same declaration of obedience I was. I couldn’t even begin to fathom a situation where she would submit sexually to Mrs. Peterson could transpire. It was completely unfathomable. She greeted, in her usual sweet voice, “I heard you had joined our group.”



“You?” I asked, unbelievably.



She shrugged, “I really had no choice. None of us do.”



Still in a state of shock, “How?”



“All in good time, my dear, all in good time,” the collared secretary said. “Ms. Pierce will see you now.”



I took a deep breath and walked into our ice queen of a principal’s office and closed the door.



“I suggest you lock the door, Hannah,” Ms. Pierce recommended.



Expecting the worst, I did as suggested and locked the door.



I turned around. Ms. Pierce was at her desk, a devious smile on her face, “Well hi there, Hannah. How was last night?”



As expected, the collar was on her neck. I looked down, avoiding eye contact, but instead got another surprise. A pair of heels was protruding out from under Ms. Pierce’s desk. I returned my confused, stunned, nervous and uncomfortable gaze back to Ms. Pierce. Then suddenly anger filled me when it occurred to me that she played a prominent part of yesterday’s seduction. “You knew about this,” I accused.



She shrugged, like it was no big deal, “Yes, I did, Hannah. It wasn’t my idea, but when Mistress explained her plan to seduce you I assisted as requested.”



“Why?”



“Oh don’t play victim on me. You desperately needed this.”



“How could you possibly know this?” I asked, my anger bubbling to the surface.



“Am I wrong?”



“That’s not the point,” I replied angrily.



Ms. Pierce’s tone shifted from conversational to authoritative, “Look Hannah, it no longer matters, does it? You, like me, Donna, Mary and the dyke between my legs, are subs to Mistress Constance. How it happened doesn’t matter. We are the chosen few.”



I glared at her, curiosity of who was under the desk beginning to nag at me. “You had no right.”



“Hannah, this is getting old. I want to ask you a simple question. Would you go back in time eighteen hours if you could and do anything different?”



My rage began to simmer. I considered the question and had mixed emotions. On the one hand, today had been the most stressful day in my life and I was an emotional mess…and it was only lunch. If I could go back to when life made sense, life would be so much easier. Yet, on the other hand, I had never felt so liberated and never felt so free as I had last night. Giving myself mind and body to someone was the freest I had ever felt, and I definitely wanted to have that feeling again. Not to mention I had never felt such sexual pleasure as I did last night and this morning.



Her moans were also distracting and I couldn’t help but have a growing part of me want to be the girl under the desk. I tried to erase the image from my head, but it kept remerging. I hated this bitch.



“I’ll take your long silence as a no you wouldn’t change yesterday. Am I right?”



“Yes,” I confirmed, defeated.



“Come here,” she ordered.



I tentatively obeyed.



“Now just so you know, we don’t usually have sex at school, but today is a special day. It isn’t every day we get an addition into our special group.”



I held my breath, oddly hoping to be told what to do.



“On your knees, Hannah.”



Remembering Mistress’s instructions to obey every command from a collared woman, I obeyed, my pussy already beginning to leak.



“You want to please me, don’t you?”



Although my mind wanted to yell ‘no, I don’t, you fucking bitch,’ my body was in control and I heard myself almost beg, “Yes, Ms. Pierce.”



“Yes what, Hannah?” she asked, definitely attempting to exert her power over me.



Frustrated, horny and surprisingly eager to please and obey my bitch of a principal, “Yes, I want to please you.”



“How?”



Fuck she really wanted to put me in my place. Frustrated and wanting to show a bit of a spine, I decided to answer boldly, “I want to crawl under your desk and replace the slut currently pleasing you.”



Mrs. Pierce smiled, obviously happy with my naughty and submissive answer. Wanting confirmation and using my own words, “You are offering to replace the slut between my legs.”



“Yes.”



Ms. Pierce rolled her chair back and allowed the slut, as I called her, to crawl out from underneath her desk.



Who I saw, face glistening in cunt juice, was one last shocking surprise. I was face to face with my best friend for the past three years, my neighbour, Amy. Her facial expression, like mine I am sure, was one of complete embarrassment. Her eyes seemed to be pleading an apology. I couldn’t believe it. Amy the married mother of two, a four year old and an 18 month old, was also a sub. It seemed so improbable, I still didn’t believe it even though I was currently witnessing it.



Ms. Pierce, clearly amused by the last revelation and my reaction to it, asked, “Are you going to get under there or what? Class begins in fifteen minutes.”



I gave one last look back at Amy, whose expression was unreadable, before I disappeared under my Principal’s desk. She rolled her chair back and her pussy was instantly in front of me. Much to my surprise, it was quite hairy, although I couldn’t see that well under the desk. I leaned forward and began to please my principal, the person who, before yesterday, was number three on my most hated list, behind only my bastard of an ex-husband and Constance. Due to the abundance of hair surrounding her cunt, the pleasing was substantially more challenging than my first time yesterday licking Mistress Constance’s shaved pussy. Oddly, her aroma was intoxicating, seemingly held in by her pubic hair. Concerned about time, I used my finger to fuck her as I attempted to lick her. Luckily, Amy already had her very wet and the double pleasure I gave her had her moaning rather quickly and I knew when she squeezed her legs tight against my head she was close. I hooked my finger inside her cunt, searching for her G-spot. Although slightly elusive, once I found it, her legs pulled me in and she came all over my mouth. I continued to lap at her juices until the chair rolled away. I quickly crawled from underneath the desk and stood up, desperate to end this humiliation. I perused the room, but Amy was gone.



“Wow, for a rookie, you have great potential.”



“Thanks, I guess,” I replied, not sure whether that was necessarily a good thing.



“You better go clean up before you return to class.”



She pointed to the bathroom in her office. I washed up and was thankful that I was not much of a make-up person. I returned to Ms. Pierce’s office.



“One last thing, Hannah.”



I feared what else there could possibly be. “Yes,” I replied, my tone going for annoyed.



“When we are alone, you may call me Betty.”



“Ok, Betty,” I responded, the name sounding odd and slightly bitter on my lips.



I left her office and returned to class. Knowing all four of Mistress’s other subs lifted a major burden. The anxiety I was feeling had dissipated and was replaced by dread and I pondered my next conversation with Amy. When had she submitted? Why didn’t I know? She taught Devon last year after returning from maternity and complained about him as well. Then suddenly it stopped. That must have been when she submitted, over a year ago.



Amy had become my best friend since we started teaching together three years ago. Last year, she moved across the street from me and we bonded even more. I was still married then, but when my marriage ended she was the one there for me. She listened, she supported, and she even played a little tough love to help get me back on my feet. She knew everything about me, until my life-altering change last night. I thought I knew everything about her, but apparently I didn’t.



The day ended finally. I had just finished packing up for the night when Amy came to visit. She closed the door and sat on top of one of the student’s desks. I noticed, for the first time, that the skirt she was wearing, while school appropriate, had a generous slit that when sitting like she was, revealed she was wearing thigh highs. A small smirk crossed my face, realizing she and I were now in the same predicament.



Amy broke the awkward silence, “Hannah, I am so sorry I never told you before.”



I whispered, as if people could hear our perverse conversation beyond these four walls, “Why didn’t you tell me?”



“Would you have told me? Plus, how does one tell their best friend such a humiliating reality? It is not something that comes up in everyday conversation. Hi, how was your day? Good I bought a new outfit, tried a new recipe and, oh yeah, I became Constance Pederson’s submissive slave.”



I laughed. What else was there to do? She was right. Our situation was absurd and it is extremely unlikely, 99.9999 percent that I would have told Amy my situation if it hadn’t come out the way it did. “I’m sorry, Amy, I am not mad at you, I am mad at myself.”



Amy hopped off the desk to comfort me, wrapping her arms around me. Yesterday this would have been a simple friendly hug between two women, but today it could mean so many other things. She spoke gently, “Hannah, it is ok. I have accepted my role as her sub and for the most part it is not much different than before it occurred. She doesn’t expect a lot of my time, but she does expect total obedience.”



Tears ran down my cheeks like a rapid flowing river. “I couldn’t resist, Amy. I tried, but I couldn’t. Then to make matters worse, I really enjoyed it.”



“It’s ok, Hannah,” Amy comforted, “It’s ok.”



“No, it’s worse,” I blurted, “I crave it. I can’t get it out of my mind.”



“Trust me, Hannah, I understand. I was in the same situation you were, just a year ago.”



“How did it happen to you?” I blubbered through a wave of tears.



She rubbed my back, “The same as you I think. It was parent-teacher interviews and one minute I am defending the critical comments on Devon’s report card and next thing I know she was fingering me at my desk. Half an hour later, I was at her house and the rest is still a blur.”



“How do we end it?”



Amy asked sincerely, “Do you really want to end it? I know your next month will be intense as she tests you to make sure you will be loyal. But after that, things settle down.”



“Yes…no…I don’t know,” I blabbered, an incoherent mess, as I backed up a bit.



“It’s ok, Hannah. It will take some time to come to grips with what has happened. I know it is very overwhelming.”



“That is an understatement,” I joked, attempting to lighten the tense mood.



“But seriously, Hannah, I am always here for you. If you need to talk about this, I am here to listen.”



“I know, Amy, it’s just I don’t even know where to begin. I feel angry, confused, ashamed, lost, embarrassed, and mortified. Yet, I also feel excited, needed, and important. If that makes any sense,” I attempted to explain, not remotely understanding myself.



“I completely understand Hannah. I have been through every emotion you are feeling as well. I have only recently accepted the reality of who I am.” Amy paused, her eyes swimming directly into mine. She took a deep breath and nervously announced, “Hannah, I have to tell you something, I have wanted to tell you for quite some time.”



I wiped my tears away from my eyes, before looking directly into hers. “Amy, you can tell me anything. Apparently, you know everything about me.”

“I am a lesbian, Hannah. I have known this for a long time, but I had never completely come to grips with it. So when Constance seduced me, I didn’t even attempt to fight it. I wanted it. I needed it. She saw that in me and she seemed to have seen it in you too. Now I don’t mean I am bi or just a submissive for Mistress Constance. I mean I am in love with a woman. A beautiful, sexy, smart, sweet woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”



I was shocked by this admission; she seemed to be happily married. I could only recall a handful of times she had complained about Eric. Being a good friend, “It’s Ok, Amy, I love you for who you are, the same way I know you love me and accept me. You mean the world to me Amy and I will be there for whatever you need.” As soon as I acknowledged this, I knew it was true. Amy was my lifeline, the one who was there whenever I needed it, selflessly helping me through my divorce, my job and even looking after my daughter Elaine.



It was Amy’s turn to break down. Tears flowed down her cheeks like wine. Suddenly I wanted to taste them. I took my finger and caught a tear and placed it to my lips. The sweetness warmed me. Amy was about to say something, but fearing it would break this intimate moment and a thirst I was desperate to quench, I was impulsive for one of the first times in memory. I leaned in and kissed her. I didn’t think first, I just let my instincts take over. She had been my best friend for a long time and this seemed so natural after a long day of very unnatural things. She returned the kiss and soon we were having our first kiss. We kissed for maybe a minute and just as I could feel the tingle in my spine flow up my back and my pussy began to feel that special warmth, Amy broke the kiss.



She looked directly into my eyes, “Hannah, I don’t want to take advantage of you during such a vulnerable time.”



“I kissed you,” I pointed out, tapping her nose with my finger.



“Are y-y-you s-sure?” Amy stuttered, her nervousness clearly prevalent.



“One hundred percent,” I responded, being sure about something for the first time in the last twenty-hour strange hours.



“Hannah,” Amy’s tears began to flow again, “It’s you!”



“Yes it is,” I responded, kiddingly, unclear of her intent.



“No, Hannah. I love you.”



“I love you too, Amy.”



“No, Hannah. I love you, love you. I love you in the I want-to-divorce-my-husband-move-in-with-you-and-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you kind of love you.”



Suddenly the world stopped. In this brief moment of clarity, a moment that only happens a couple times in one’s lifetime, I saw her, my life and the world for what it was. She was the one. And if it took the complete humiliation of submitting to Constance to realize what was right in front of my eyes, well so be it. Fate had a funny way of playing, but I wasn’t going to let this chance of happiness slip through my hands. “I love you too,” I proclaimed, my whole body warming inside, telling my heart the words I returned were true.



The smile on her face and the glow in her cheeks radiated from her as she hugged me again. An embrace so sweet, so tender, that I was putty in her arms. In her embrace, I felt at home for the first time since before my marriage collapsed. I felt love.



It’s funny though, the awkward silence that follows a declaration of love. She looked at me words on the tip of her tongue and I returned the gaze with words on the tip of mine.



Finally, Amy broke the silence, “Well now what?”



“Well, bastard who shall remain nameless has Elaine until 8 o’clock tonight. So let’s go to my place and talk in private. My mind is already thinking of a trillion questions to ask you and another part of me is thinking of a trillion things to do to you.”



“Oh my, Hannah,” Amy exclaimed, “If I had only known sooner.”



“I myself didn’t know, so how could you know?” I shrugged, reaching for my bag. “Meet you at my place?”



“I wouldn’t miss it,” Amy guaranteed and followed me out of my class and to the parking lot.



During the drive home, away from Amy, I had time to think rationally. Did I really love her or was it just the heat of the moment? After a pros and cons list like I always do in my head, I concluded that yes, I loved her. Not just a friend love, but indeed a ‘I-want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you’ kind of love. Was I ready for such love? I realized whether I was ready or not, it was here, and my heart was speaking for me. The excitement of being in love and in a relationship with my best friend was countered by the fact that I had a six-year-old daughter and she had two young children. My daughter, obviously, knew Amy really well and called her Auntie. How would I explain this to my daughter? Or would I? Was I ready for the complications that came with a relationship, especially a same-sex relationship? I arrived at my house with all these questions swirling in my head and not an answer in sight. My horniness was long gone and replaced by excessive anxiety. I began to place roadblock after roadblock on my relationship before it started.



Luckily for my over-reactive brain, Amy pulled up into her driveway and I had to suppress the million nagging thoughts pecking at my brain.



Once inside, I grabbed a bottle of wine, filled both our glasses and brought the bottle with me to the living room. Amy was sitting down on the couch and I handed her a glass of wine and sat down beside her like I always had. We looked at each other and as soon as I saw the twinkle in the green of her eyes and the resonating warmth of her smile, my worries disappeared. She sipped her wine and asked concerned, as she put her hand on my stocking-covered knee, “Are you sure, Hannah?”



The warmth of her hand had me instantly distracted and instantly feeling the heat down below. And although I was not remotely sure what the future held, or if there was really a chance for us to be a real couple, I answered with all my heart, “I have never been surer of anything in my life, Amy.”



Her smile grew wider and she took my wine glass and put both on the table. Returning to me, she put both hands on my cheeks and, without a word, leaned in for a kiss. I could feel fireworks explode in my head as our lips touched and her tongue slipped inside my mouth. The kiss began soft and tender, but slowly grew in heat and passion. We were making out like two teenagers on a first date, our tongues exploring every crevice of each other’s mouths. My breathing got heavier and I became desperate to do more. My hands began to explore Amy’s body. She did the same. Her hands caressing my arms and legs had me weak at the knees and I was thankful to be sitting. As if hearing my inner thoughts, Amy broke the kiss and pulled me up. She fumbled with my zipper as she fervently attempted to get my dress off. Once off, she gently pushed me back onto the couch and onto my back. I lay on the couch like prey, and as my predator looked me over, I could sense her need to devour me. Her smile of lust was like an aphrodisiac and I was desperate to be the main course. Much to my surprise, and at first disappointment, she didn’t devour me whole. Instead I became a full course meal. She took off my heels and took my pinkie toe in her mouth. She sucked on it, in essence making love to my toe. She continued this erotic teasing, taking each of my toes into her mouth and repeating the sensual tease. My moans continued with each toe. She followed the slow seduction, by repeating the process with my other foot. Time stood still as she savoured each of my toes through the sheer nylon. Once the last toe had been individually pleased, she lifted my foot up straight and licked the sole of my foot. It tickled slightly, but the sensation was unbelievable. She didn’t seem to miss an inch of my foot. Again, she repeated the process on my other stocking-clad foot, making me a bowl of jelly and she hadn’t even touched any of my special spots.



Speaking for the first time in fifteen minutes, “How are you doing, Hannah?”



“Exquisite,” I replied, being a bit coy.



“Oh, I haven’t even gotten started, my pet.”



‘My pet’. A chill went up my spine at Amy using the same pet name that Mistress Constance had just yesterday used in her seduction of me. I wondered if that meant she was my Mistress too, or was it just word play? I left the question unanswered. I was again distracted by the touch of Amy’s lips, which were ever so gently kissing my ankle and slowly, like a turtle walking, moved up my leg. As Amy’s head moved closer to my vagina, I thought I might explode. Her erotic teasing had me where I had never been before. Her head finally reached my pussy. She paused and deliberately made eye contact with me. She smiled and extended her tongue. Her tongue lightly brushed my pussy lips, yet another tease. After less than fifteen seconds of attention to my desperate pussy, she moved away and down my other leg. I thought I would explode, my body reacting to the incredible tease. She continued down my leg, kissing and nibbling my entire body. Once she reached my foot, she paused, bit my toe gently and slid her tongue up my entire leg. Again she reached my pussy and again she gave nothing more than a tease, rolling over it as she progressed up my body. She kissed my belly, tongued my belly button and moved up to my breasts.



Speaking for the first time in minutes, she ordered, although gently, “Take your bra off, Hannah.”



I moved up a bit and obeyed the command, allowing my small breasts to come free.



Amy purred, “Your nipples are hard, baby. Is that because of me?”



“Yes,” I moaned back, slightly embarrassed at how excited she had made me. “You are driving me crazy.”



Amy winked, “I am going to make love to you Hannah. Every part of you needs to be worshipped.”



I blushed even more, I imagine. Amy pushed me back onto my back and began kissing my breasts. At first she kissed and licked my breasts, occasionally allowing her tongue or lips to lightly touch my nipple. The teasing was both exhilarating and frustrating. I was not used to having my body worshipped. I was used to my body being used for the pleasure of others, by my ex-husband, the few boys I dated back in the day and most recently last night by Mistress Constance. I wanted to be fucked, to be used and was not sure how to deal with this gentleness. As if she heard my inner thoughts, she began to bite my breasts and once on each breast she sucked my nipple into her mouth. I let out a loud moan, her warm mouth on my nipples allowing a chill to flow up my spine. Amy continued up my body to my neck, another weak spot, and finally my ear, my ultimate wet spot. As her hot breath and tongue bathed my ear, she repositioned her knee so it was directly against my pussy. I let out more of a scream than a moan, while Amy whispered, “You like that, baby?”



“Yes,” I whimpered, my body completely at her every whim.



She bit my ear, harder than expected, before our lips met again. I attempted to hint to her my eagerness to come as I kissed her with reckless passion. Desperate to come, I attempted to rub my pussy on Amy’s leg in an attempt to get off. Amy broke the kiss, “No, no, baby. All in good time, baby. Just let Amy treat you like you need to be treated.”



I began, “Please Amy, I need….”



But she put her finger to my lips, “Shhhh, baby, just let Amy take care of you. I promise you it will be worth the wait.”



She moved back down my body, her tongue again meandering haphazardly on my skin. Once she reached my now wet pussy, she ordered, “Turn around, baby.”



I obeyed and was on my knees, my arms resting on the couch. I couldn’t see her well, but could feel her tongue and lips on my ass. She worshipped my ass like she had the rest of my body: with kisses, licks, nibbles and bites. I was a horny mess by this time. She pushed my ass slightly forward and pulled my ass cheeks apart. Much to my surprise, I felt her tongue on my rosebud. I couldn’t believe it. My best friend, who had been with me through thick and thin, was now tonguing my asshole. It was really incomprehensible. Even more shocking was how good her tongue felt in my taboo area. I let out another moan, the teasing and random pleasing driving me mad. Suddenly, without warning, I felt a finger slip inside my pussy.



“Aaaaahh,” I bellowed, shocked by the sudden penetration and just as equally thrilled by it.



Amy pumped her fingers in and out of my soaking wet pussy for a brief time and just as suddenly pulled them out, leaving my pussy an abandoned mess.



“Please Amy, put them back in,” I begged, pushing my ass back, blindly attempting to find her fingers.



Amy spanked my ass, not hard, but not playful either. “Patience, baby, patience,” she instructed in a tone that hinted at dominance. I wanted to yell at her to quit teasing me and just fuck me, but I didn’t. A second slap on my ass followed, slightly harder, and she commanded, “Baby, turn back around.”



“Yes, Mistress,” I accidently replied. I attempted to correct myself, “I-I-I ….”



“Mistress,” Amy mused, her finger slowly caressing my inner thigh. Her tone shifting to serious, “Do you want me to be your Mistress, Hannah?”



Her eyes bored into me, her smile not giving away whether she was serious or not. Unsure what to say, I finally stammered, “I-I-I-um.”



“You do want me to be your Mistress, don’t you baby?” Before I could respond and admit my true desire to be her loyal, willing, unconditional sub, she, thankfully, went between my legs and began licking. After all the gentleness of the past hour, I was expecting a similar tenderness when she finally began licking me. Instead, I got an all out assault on my pussy. She went directly to my clit and sucked on it, attempting to swallow it whole. I let out an earth shattering scream the moment my best friend’s mouth made contact. I orgasmed in only a few seconds. As the orgasm quaked through my entire being, Amy let my clit slip out of her mouth, but kept licking. The continued licking of my cunt with constant pressure from Amy, kept my juices flowing and as the first orgasm began to dissipate, a second orgasm was already building. Amy kept licking, moving her whole head up and down, almost like she was bobbing on a cock. I watched closely, mesmerized by the sight of my beautiful, sweet, compassionate best friend, pleasuring me in a way I couldn’t even have begun to imagine twenty-four hours ago. Her eyes met mine and I blushed, feeling like I had just been caught stealing from the cookie jar. Yet, unlike shy and insecure me, I didn’t break eye contact. Instead I continued to gaze into the eyes of my best friend. She seemed to smile, although it was hard to tell with her mouth full of my pussy. She began to hum on my pussy lips, and a new sensation hit me. Almost instantly, a second orgasm flowed through me even greater than the first. I screamed, “Oh my God Amy, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”



Amy obliged, continuing to lick my soaking wet cunt. My juices flooded out of me like a tidal wave. My best friend licked and licked, continuing to please me as I almost hyperventilated from the pure pleasure. She slowed down while I slowly attempted to regain my breath. Just when I thought I was done, Amy surprised me again. She suddenly slid two fingers into my cunt. The suddenness made me scream in delicious joy and while she finger-fucked me hard and fast, she took my clit back in her mouth. Again unaware of my words, I screamed, “Yes Mistress, make your slut cum. Fuck her hard.” The intense double pleasure was too much and a third powerful orgasm hit me with full force. I realized my words only after they escaped my mouth. Amy didn’t say anything while she continued pleasing me. Long past propriety, I continued my vocal babble, “Fuck, Amy, I have never felt so good. Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk.”



The intense pressure was too much, my pussy raw from the constant coming and I had to push Amy’s expert mouth away. “Stop, stop, oh my God, I can’t take anymore.”



Amy’s smile was one of pure satisfaction. She stood up and said, her tone a bit more powerful than I had ever heard from her, “Ok, pet. Calling me Mistress once could be seen as a slip of the tongue, but twice, well that is curious.” She took off her shirt. Once off, she discarded it on the floor. While she unzipped her skirt, she explained, “Baby, you are completely submissive aren’t you?”



“I think so,” I whispered, somewhat ashamed.



Her skirt fell to the floor, displaying a beautiful shaved pussy, with a nice patch of hair above her clit. Her eyes never left mine. “So baby, are you ready to please me?”



I wanted nothing more. This time I knew exactly what I was saying when I responded, “Yes, Mistress Amy.”



Amy directed me to come to her using only her finger. I surprised her, I think, when I got on the floor and crawled the few feet to her. Suddenly anxiety filled me. I so desperately wanted to please her, I was worried I would be a disappointment, especially after what she had just done do me. She asked, “You want to taste your Mistress’s pussy, baby?”



“Yes, Mistress Amy,” I responded, “but I am worried I won’t please you the way you just pleased me.”



“Oh baby, just do what is natural,” she comforted.



Following her instructions, I sat up on my knees and began to lick Amy’s pussy while she stood. As soon as my tongue made contact with her pussy, she moaned, “That’s it baby, lick my pussy.”



Although difficult to get comfortable, I continued licking her pussy lips, her heavenly scent and taste were an amazing assault on my senses. Deciding to attempt to tease her and at the same time show her I wanted to be her submissive, I moved away from her delicious nectar and kissed her thigh. I slowly, like she had done to me, moved down her leg, kissing gently her stocking-clad leg. When I reached her foot, I bent down and kissed her perfectly manicured toes, like a servant waiting further instruction.



“Baby, you really are the most submissive woman I have ever met. You get wet being told what to do, don’t you baby?”



“Yes,” I answered, no longer even ashamed by the reality of who I really was.



“Kiss my feet, baby, suck my toes like a good little sub,” she ordered.



“Yes, Mistress Amy,” I eagerly responded, happy to be told exactly what to do. No longer surprisingly, my pussy began to get a special tingling again.



I sucked each of her toes one at a time, as she had mine. I took my time, attempting to suck each toe in my mouth like a small cock. Pleasing her feet so thoroughly was exciting, although a bit difficult because of the sheer nylons on her feet. Once done, I moved to her other foot and repeated the gentle pleasure.



Once I was finished, her breathing now heavier, she asked, “Do you have any toys?”



“Just a vibrator.”



“Well we will have to work on adding to your collection, baby,” she advised. Sitting on the couch, she ordered, “Go get it, baby.”



“Yes, Mistress,” I obeyed and began to get up.



“No, no, baby. I like you on all fours like a good sub, a good pet. I want to watch you crawl and get it. Bring it back to me in your mouth like you are carrying a bone.”



I fell back on all fours, “Yes, Mistress, your wish is my command.” I crawled away, feeling her eyes bearing down on me. Such an order should have humiliated me, yet it actually made me hornier. The feeling of complete submission, of unconditional obedience, was liberating. And, unlike with Mistress Constance, where I never felt safe and was always nervous and scared, with Amy I felt completely at home and safe, completely comfortable and eager to make her happy. The stairs were a bit awkward at first and somewhat humiliating, but I fulfilled the instructions, retrieving my fuck-toy and returning on all fours with the toy in my mouth. If going up the stairs was awkward, going down was an adventure in balance. I went slowly, scared to stumble down the stairs, but also determined to not disobey a direct order.

Later that morning Celeste was once more dressed in her male garb as Terence addressed her. “We still have funds for a week or two, perhaps we need not look to our trade for a while.”



Celeste retorted hotly “We need money for our own purposes also. Remember that I at least don’t intend to remain in this profession all my life!” His relaxed, to her eyes lazy, attitude provoked her to her old independence. She would not be told how to conduct their affairs if it was so clearly ill-considered. Her mood was not helped by the frustration she was still feeling after the morning’s denial of release.



They argued back and forth, but Terence had to admit their ultimate aim was to build up funds for their different purposes, and they should not use up all the proceeds of each interception. So Celeste had her way in that, and also in their choice of destination. “We must get far away from Norwich” she had argued cogently. They would head through Thetford to Cambridge next, and then eventually on to Bristol where she had some acquaintances down by the docks.



Finally Celeste contrived to slip away, claiming she was going to see to the horses, whilst Terence was settling the bill. She slipped quietly into the stable, checked that none was around, and sneaked into a corner of a stall. There she quickly brought herself off, her fingers working deftly under her skirts. But although she came, it really didn’t satisfy her. As she was rearranging her skirts she caught the stable-boy peering at her from the next stall and wondered how much he had seen. It was of no concern to her, she was quite brazen enough to like the idea of a secret audience. She paused as she was passing the stall where he pretended to work, looking at his breeches to see if she could see any sign of arousal. She could see none, but nevertheless smiled wickedly as she said “I hope you’re having an entertaining day, boy.” She stifled a laugh as he blushed.



So they settled their bill and departed. Celeste glimpsed the young stable-lad again as they rode out and gave him the most outrageous wink, being rewarded once again with his scarlet face. Perhaps when we pass here again, she thought … he clearly is ripe for some education in certain arts.



On the road each of them dwelt quietly in their own thoughts for a while. Terence was pondering his new-found mastery, glancing frequently towards his slave. Unfortunately for him, in her own cogitations his slave was plotting to become distinctly un-slavish once again. She was determined to reassert some independence. It was not, she told herself, that she would renege on her surrender. After all, that surrender was wonderful in itself, she remembered, and the memories stirred her yet again. But Terence, older though he was, still had so much to learn. Surely it was her duty to teach him in between her times of surrender? Thus she arrived at a rationale which satisfied her.



The day was dull and dreary as they rode towards Cambridge. They came across one coach too suddenly to make “arrangements”, and to their chagrin had to let it pass. In the forests around Thetford they made camp for the night. They were both tired and sore from the day’s riding, and after eating a cold supper they huddled together for warmth, falling quickly asleep.



The morn dawned bright and warmer. Celeste, awaking first and seeing Terence still sound asleep, decided here was a perfect opportunity. She sneaked away to fetch a length of rope. When she returned, she made a noose and slipped it over one of his wrists surreptitiously, then snuggled against him, managing to get him to roll over a little so that she could tie both wrists together, crossed in the small of his back. As she tugged the knot tighter he awoke, not immediately aware of his predicament. Celeste stood and moved to look down on him. “Did Master sleep well?” He blinked up at her, still heavy with sleep. “Uh, yes.”



“MISTRESS has a little surprise in store”. She kicked him lightly on the thigh, and trying to move he realised he was tied. His face immediately reddened with anger, and to her discomfort she saw that there was also a sadness and disappointment. She couldn’t bear that. It was far from her intention to make him sad. But she would soon have him happy again! Her confidence in her own power to pleasure him was supreme. “What in God’s name are you doing Celeste?”



She tried to explain a little. “Terence. I AM your slave. I will serve you. But …” She faltered in her attempt to explain as he listened in intense concentration. “I cannot, not yet anyway, not for a long time, perhaps not ever … I cannot be only your slave. I also have to command and be obeyed. I know you felt that need these last two days, your need to be Master. Can you not understand my need?”



He shook his head. No, he could not understand her.



She almost relented then, but she knew if she submitted to him now, devoted her whole life to him as slave and only slave, she would always feel a part of her deprived. And although she would be a happy slave there would be a void, a need unfulfilled. Their relationship must not have such imperfections, it must be complete. She loved him with all her heart, now finally she could acknowledge to herself that she would always love him. And it was necessary that they be complete. It was no longer arrogance that drove her, but a certainty that their strange love must find its wholeness in all ways. How could she tell him this? She tried to explain it, stumbling over her words, sometimes tears in her eyes when he could not comprehend what she was saying. At least he could see that she loved him in earnest.



Terence, trying to grasp what she meant, began to gain some measure of understanding of her feelings. But he had not had her long experience of a life of such strange drives, and switches, and complex interactions. He took comfort from the final, evident depth of her love, but he was still superficially angry with what she was doing. He ground out “So what is it you intend to do with me Celeste?”



“MISTRESS!” she flung back. “I intend to be your Mistress … for a little while. And if … if at the end you do not willingly submit to sometimes serve me, I promise I will be your slave uninterrupted forever, or for as long as you want me!” Now she felt cold fear. She had to succeed in this one opportunity to show him that he could serve her as happily as she could serve him.



She knelt down and pulled his face to hers, kissing him fiercely, and to her relief his mouth opened in response. She pushed in her tongue before he could have her mouth, stridently taking possession. He fought her tongue but she would not yield until she pulled away, leaving them both panting from the fury of the kiss. She smiled into his eyes. “Terence love. You can be my slave.” Damn, it was too soon, why had she said that now!



Celeste rolled him over onto his back and dragged his breeches off, began kissing his legs, his thighs, toying around but not touching cock or balls until he was straining his erection. “That’s not what Mistress wants yet, not what slave needs yet.” she cooed at his ear, rolling him now onto his belly, which he was helpless to prevent. Pushing down inside her breeches she moistened her fingers in her dripping cunt and pushed at his asshole. He tightened and grunted out a protest “Get off me woman. Not that!” But her forefinger slid slowly, inexorably into him until her knuckles pushed up against his ass. She crooked the finger and rotated it gently left and right, cooing behind his back “Terence, be my good slave. Mistress loves you.” Her tone, not her words, made it easier for him to accept her ministrations, despite his embarrassment. Her left hand dipped to gather more lubrication from herself and spread it into him, so that she could slide two fingers in, then three. She worked patiently, gently, opening him up and pleasuring, feeling then for the spot she knew would tip him over, make him hers. There! She had it, felt him push back against the probing finger, heard his groans of pure pleasure now.



Terence finally gave himself up to the pleasure of it. He had no room left for disappointment, for anger, for embarrassment. Pleasure was engulfing him. He rode back wantonly against her fingers.



Celeste moved her left hand between his thighs, caressing his balls as she continued to thrust her fingers into him. She felt the final tightening of cock and balls, then grasped the base of his shaft and pulled back sharply. His cock pulsed in her hand as he came, groaning loud pleasure. “Good boy, slave. Mistress is so happy.”



She lapped and sucked his cum from her fingers, then knelt to clean his cock thoroughly with tongue and lips. Then she untied his wrists and rubbed the circulation back as he lay there. Pulling off her breeches she lay against him, holding tight. After a while he turned half over to face her, his expression dreamy, almost awed.



Now this was the acid test! Could he admit he had surrendered for at least this occasion? She asked him, quietly, “Terence, will you say ‘Thank you Mistress’?”



He answered “Thank you …” then added a mumbled “Mistress”. After all, he thought, it’s just a word, and she wants to hear it. Yet at the back of his mind he was aware it meant more than that to him as well as her.



Her smile, so incredibly radiant, rewarded him. She realised and accepted that she could not remain Mistress long. He would feel the need to reassert his Mastery in very short shrift. But it was done. Their relationship was set. She to serve him … but sometimes, just sometimes, he would serve her in his turn. Still tasting him, she stroked his shoulder and chest idly. Her voice vibrated with emotion as she replied with a quiet “Thank you slave!”

Natalia was a beautiful young girl of twenty three. She lived most of her life in Russia until moving with her mother, her only known family, to the United States at sixteen. Her English was not the best but that only helped her when it came to sex. That was never hard for the slender woman to find. She had dark brown hair that was almost black that ran straight down to her mid-back. Her eyes were a light blue, almost white as crystals. Her tone was feminine but stern.



Natalia spent her Thursday like any other. She would get dressed, drive to work, and go to the bar after. The next day she would repeat, except she’d spend the night at the club with her friends rather than some downtown bar. The bar was her escape. Her friends knew nothing about it and she wanted to keep it that way.



That morning she dressed in a simple white blouse and tight black skirt and heels. She worked as an administrative assistant for a big law firm in town. Work was the usual, her employers hitting on her left and right and she flirted back. She had occasionally slept with the head lawyer in the firm, a good looking forty year old man. She had even sucked the dick of another one of the lawyers who was new and incredibly attractive.



Before she left, later than anyone else, she slipped into the bathroom at 7:25pm. She slid out of her clothes and into something new. She wore a tiny tight red dress and clipped on a silver necklace and bracelets. She brushed her hair out some more and put on some dark makeup around her eyes. She walked out, locked up and got in the car.



On the way to the bar she was driving down the highway. It would be at least a fifteen minute drive with no traffic. She leaned over, pulling a small silver vibrator from her purse. She smirked. She turned it on and kept her eyes on the road as she drove her other hand sliding under her skirt. She gently pressed the vibrator to her clit. Instantly, her legs tensed a little. She pushed it a little harder, rubbing the smooth silver top over her clit up and down as it vibrated intensely. She gulped, her breathing roughened. She squirmed a little in her seat. It felt too good; she couldn’t resist her legs twitching. She rubbed harder and faster, occasionally slipping the small silver vibrator into her tight pink pussy. She felt her juices rushing out and onto the car seat. She moaned to herself, in her own private world inside the car as she began to smell the aroma of her juices. Finally her legs squeezed together, she shifted to the side and she felt her pussy pulse in an orgasm.



At the bar, before she got out, she made sure to use napkins to wipe herself off so nothing would leak from her pantie less crotch. When she was finished she headed inside. Instantly she found the attractive man at the counter, with his shaved scalp and dark brown eyes.



“Hello, darling. Room three tonight.” the man said with a wink and handed her, her usual – jack on the rocks. She simply smirked and headed for the backrooms. Back there it was dark. The lights remained dim at all times. There were three doors on each side, each one a tiny room. She walked to the third door on the right side that held a black letter three. She opened it up and stepped inside, observing the decor. She hadn’t been in this room yet in the three months she had come to the bar.



“Not bad.” she said in her deep Russian accent.



The room was small like the rest, lit by a purple light. The bed was circular and white in the middle, a bar was up on the ceiling where her hands could be cuffed, and on several sides of the bed there were straps for her ankles. The walls were dark purple cushion, or maybe they only looked such a color due to the light. She ignored that and looked at the items on the wall. There was several vibrators of different sizes, a few sets of anal beads again in different sizes, whips, cuffs, and lube as well.



“Won’t need that.” Natalia laughed.



Suddenly, the door opened. A younger man, probably in his late twenties, came in. Natalia immediately observed him. He dressed incredibly casual in black shorts and a plain black t-shirt. You could tell he just wanted to strip to nothing and have some fun. He had dirty blonde hair, short but styled and she could tell his eyes were not brown but she couldn’t tell in the lighting if they were green or blue.



“Well now I’m not so mad about the price he made me pay for this.” the man said. “Names Todd, that’s all you need to know. Now, undress.”



Todd walked to the corner where a circular black chair was and sat down. He undid his shoes slowly but kept his eyes on Natalia who did not say a word. She smirked in a sexy manner and slowly rocked her body back and forth, sliding the dress down over her slender physique. Her large breasts were revealed, then her tight stomach, and her clean shaven pussy. Her dress dropped to the ground and she stepped out.



“Heels too.” Todd said calmly, his shoes socks and shirt all off by this point and in a neat pile on the ground. Natalia obeyed again, her heels easily kicked off and without needing the order she climbed onto the bed and stood, legs sprawled, arms up, ready to be locked up tight.



“That’s a good girl, aren’t you?” Todd said pleased. He stood up and quickly locked her ankles far apart and her wrists above her head. She looked too good to pass up. Todd stood and observed her for a moment, his hands finding her breasts and squeezing. She had to be at least a 36C. He pinched her nipples causing her to flinch back but she liked it.



“If that hurt, wait till you see what happened later.” Todd laughed.



“I can’t wait.” Natalia replied, winking. He smacked her hard, leaving a pink mark across her cheek. He got close, his face lingering inches from her own. He held her chin tightly with his thumb and index finger.



“Don’t you dare fucking speak unless i ask you a question. And you will call me master at all times. Do i make myself clear, you fucking slut?” his eyes glared.



“Yes, master.” she panted a little scared by the random act of violence. Out of the sixteen men who had used her, and the one woman, she hadn’t ever been treated like that.



Todd stepped down and backed up, pulling off his shorts and boxer briefs. His dick was already hard, which was not abnormal. He was a good size too. Seven inches, possibly a little more, but very thick. He kept himself trimmed too.



He turned to the wall, eyeing the toys. But he grabbed nothing and returned. He climbed up on the bed and dropped to his knees. His eyes were directly in front of her perfectly shaven pussy. Slowly he reached his tongue out, touching her clit. With the very tip of his moist tongue he licked her clit. He didn’t stay slow for long and was soon moving his tongue up and down at an incredible speed, his hands grabbed her ass and squeezed. His tongue began going over her pussy lips then deep inside of her. He licked fast and hard, making Natalia moan softly.



He didn’t stay for long; soon he was standing up and pressing his body against her’s. His hands ran up and down her sides, admiring her curves and her ass as well as her breasts. His lips met with her neck where he bit her so hard it instantly left a mark. He kept nipping and sucking at her neck as his fingers made their way into her. He penetrated her pussy with three fingers and felt how tight Natalia was. He was impressed.



“Oh!” Natalia moaned as he pumped his three fingers deep inside of her. He removed them, backing up a little and shoving them into her mouth.



“Suck on that, slut.”



Natalia did as she knew she must and she sucked on his fingers, cleaning up her own juices and tasting herself for the very first time. It turned her on even more. And it turned the handsome man on as well. She could feel his thick cock up against her soaked pussy. He smirked, looking down as his hand grabbed his dick. He rubbed the head over her lips. She was soaked and he loved it. With no warning as all one arm wrapped around her lower waist, pulling her close into him as his dick sunk deep inside of her. Natalia’s head fell back and she moaned loudly.



“Ah!” she gasped, feeling her pussy widen as his cock slid deeper inside until there was no more left. He held her waist still as he thrusted inside of her, not even going slow for a moment. He was rocking her body back and forth, keeping his rock hard dick deep inside her at all times.



“Yeah, you like that bitch?” he asked breathing hard.



“Oh… I… oh!! Yes! Yes, master.” she moaned, her legs tensing as juices leaked down her bare well worked legs.



One of his hands moved from her waist and slapped her ass, again forcing her pussy closer to his pounding dick. She yelped in pain and pleasure. Then his hand continued to slide down until it went between her well rounded cheeks and found her tight black hole.



Natalia was nervous, knowing he hadn’t rubbed her juices on her asshole and he hadn’t used lube. She never had a dry finger go inside of her ass. But she had no time to complain or to plead, his index finger slid inside of her. Todd struggled to get it in but with force he managed, his cock still banging in the front of her.



“Fuck!” it slipped from Natalia’s mouth.



Todd reached his spare hand up and slapped her.



“What the fuck did you just say? Didn’t i tell you not a word?” he yelled. He leaned forward and bit her neck hard, drawing some blood. Natalia flinched away with tears in her eyes. “Didn’t i?” he screamed again.



Natalia gasped and moaned; still his cock would not let up on her swollen pink pussy.



“Yes… ma. Ma…master. I’m…I’m sorry, master.” she pleaded.



“Now you need to be punished. You think one dry finger is bad? Just wait.” he laughed as he began inserting two more fingers at the same time. Her ass stretched wide as he slid three fingers her, thrusting as hard as he could while still thrusting his hips. His cock slid in and out, his balls slapping back and forth while his fingers made her ass sore and red.



He was close to cumming and so was she. Natalia couldn’t believe in such pain she was still about to get off. Todd could feel her pussy squeezing around his dick now. He used his free hand to rub her clit hard. His thumb pressed her clit, rubbing up and down. Natalia began to shake, shifting side to side in her restraints. Her legs were weak and barely able to hold herself up.



Finally her head tipped back and she moaned, breathing hard as her pussy tightened and pulse around his dick. “Oh, master. I’m cumming, master.”



“That’s… a good…oh, a good girl.” he moaned back, panting now. He pulled all three fingers from her ass, thrusting harder now if that were even possible! At the last second he yanked his dick from her pussy, juices flying everywhere and he came, shooting it off the bed and onto the ground. He massaged his dick as he came, panting. Natalia wanted to fall limp on the bed but she couldn’t from her wrists being tied up above her.



Todd stepped down and began to clean and dress himself.



“What about me?” Natalia asked, wondering if he forgot.



“The owners my good friend. I’ve got you for the next twenty-four hours and I’ve got a few friends I’d like you to meet.” he winked, walking over with an open bottle of water and putting it to her lips. Natalia looked terrified, her eyes wide. She refused the water. “Your loss. You’ll want it later, i promise.” he laughed his evil laugh, walking out of the room.



Right before he left he turned and said, “My friend Anne is coming in next. You and her will put on quite a show for me.” he winked and left the room. For now…

Mistress Dana fought back tears of frustration. How could she have allowed herself to come into this situation. Clad in a slave’s latex catsuit, collared, arms locked helplessly behind her back and having just begged into a microphone to be totally and completely broken, humiliated and degraded by a younger Mistress?



And in a moment of total clarity her mind told her that she deserved this. That she had been such a fool. That she had allowed her own base desires to mislead and trick her into this. She had been promised a whore to break on stage that night herself, a submissive slut to demonstrate her own dominance upon in front of a crowd and when she had been delayed she had agreed to stand in for the dry run just to help Mistress Sarah out. Mistress Sarah, who Mistress Dana longed to break, longed to dominate physically, mentally and sexually. The younger red head already filled numerous fantasies in Mistress Dana’s mind. But that almost infatuation with Mistress Sarah had impaired her thinking and led to this.



The raven haired Mistress hung there helplessly and watched as the large room filled with people of all shapes and sizes. Horribly Mistress Dana recognised many of them. Mistress Lucy a petite Asian Dominatrix that Dana had feuded with for years had a front row seat. Judge Callaway, a former slave client of Dana’s that had fallen out quite badly with. And there were others but through her blurring vision Dana could not make them all out but it was clear there were plenty of people there happy to see her in this position.



Mistress Sarah stepped behind Dana and the older Domme tried to look around to see what she was doing but could not twist her head far enough. Then the screens that held Dana’s bound and beautiful image were accompanied by recordings of what Dana had been tricked into saying minutes before the crowd entered.



“Degrade me.”



Dana winced as her voice rang through the room clear and sounding so pathetic and real. As if she had meant every word.



“Fist my ass and my pussy until I gape for you.”



‘Oh God’ whispered Dana as she listened to herself along with everyone in the room. Then she jumped as Mistress Sarah’s fingers reached down and slid smoothly between Dana’s thighs from behind and probed gently at Dan’s soaking wet cunt.



“Cane me, flog me, spank me, spit and piss on me.”



Dana lifted her head and found herself looking directly at her former rival Mistress Lucy as she listened to these words and the Chinese Domme just grinned viciously at her. Dana just squirmed in response as Mistress Sarah’s expert fingers found her clit and began to rub at it.



“Show me no mercy, fuck me in all my holes and drench me in cum.”



Dana squirmed and writhed as Mistress Sarah’s fingers slid inside her pussy from behind and slowly began to fuck her. Dana’s body was betraying her up here in such a public and humiliating forum. She gave a groan of acceptance as a second finger entered her moist pussy.



“Abuse me. I deserve it. I want to be a whore and a bitch. Use me. Please.”



Whoever was cutting the sound bites was good. They had captured all Dana had said and used it to perfection alongside the low, trance like music that filled the room. And as the music halted the last soundbite rang loud throughout the room.



“Use me.”



Mistress Sarah’s fingers withdrew themselves from Dana’s pussy and it was with horror that she recognised the disappointment she felt at their withdrawal and just how aroused her body was. Mistress Sarah stepped stealthily around the bound form of Dana and stood beside her. She spoke in a cold, emotionless, harsh voice. So different to the little girl she had appeared to be when pleading with Mistress Dana to help her, when offering up her lithe body to Mistress Dana if only she would help her.



“Ladies and Gentlemen, I promised you this night the breaking of a Mistress and I will deliver. This is Mistress Dana. Some of you may know her, some may have heard of her but I promise you this, after tonight she will never again be Mistress Dana, she will be slave Dana, Slut Dana, Whore Dana but never again Mistress Dana.”



“Please Sarah. I don’t want this.”



Dana was aware of how weak and pathetic her voice sounded.



The youthful red head grinned.



“Don’t you? But we all heard you beg me beforehand. That was your voice was it not?”



“Yes but I didn’t mean… you tricked me… I don’t want this…”



Normally so confident and self assured Dana was stumbling on her words, mumbling and sounding unsure of herself. When she most needed her confidence it had deserted her.



“You mean the position you now find yourself in, bound, collared and helpless does not arouse you?”



“I, no, I mean, well no.”



Dana was flustered and her responses were confused and unsure.



“Really well perhaps the audience should get to decide for yourself if all this arouses you or not.”



Dana could only whimper as Mistress Sarah gave the order for anyone wanting to check if her slave for the night was aroused by her predicament then they should form an orderly queue at the side of the stage. There were plenty of takers. As Mistress Sarah spoke to the queue and told them to touch her slave quickly then pass on and retake their seat Dana tried in vain to move her arms in their bondage to get free somehow but it was hopeless. And as the first person stepped up and stood before Dana the voice track kicked in again with the trance music turned up louder.



“Please I beg you, degrade me, humiliate me.”



Dana grimaced as her words were loudly repeated over and over. The first person up was a Mistress who Dana had heard of online but never actually met, she sneered at Dana and thrust her fingers down to grope at Dan’s cunt, they came up glistening. She held them for a second for Dana to see and laughed before moving on and letting the next person in.



Hand after hand felt at her cunt, groped her pussy lips, touched her clit. She couldn’t help it, she told herself, she was not aroused by her situation it had just been because she had been thinking about having Sarah like this, taking the red headed little slut and making her her bitch. But there was no denying her body and it’s reactions — she was soaking wet. The line up of men and women continued, stopping mere moment to confirm Dana’s arousal before moving on. It was humiliating to Dana, especially where she recognised the people involved, friends, enemies, acquaintances, former slaves all got to feel her wet cunt as she stood there. And last up was Mistress Lucy who curled a long fingernail and dragged it along Dana’s wet pussy before bringing it up to look at the wetness on her finger, then in an instant she drew back her head and spat right into Dana’s surprised face.



“Always knew you were a bitch” snarled Lucy as Mistress Sarah moved in and hurried her away.



“I’d thank you to remember that I am Mistress to this bitch — not you. Leave if you can’t deal with that!”



Mistress Lucy glared at the young red head but took her seat anyway, she wanted to see Dana’s denouement too much but she would not forget the little bitch using that tone to her.



Sarah had already forgotten the incident and came back to her slave and stood before her as the music and words faded again. Dana’s face was red with frustration and the saliva slowly moved down to drip off her nose.



“So I think we established that really you do want to be up here Dana. That being tied up here and at my mercy excites you, arouses you. Now I think you can tell me what we call someone who gets turned on by being helpless and tied up and ripe for abuse is, can’t you?”



Dana glared back and hissed the last of her resistance.



“Fuck you, you ginger slut!”



Sarah ignored the outburst and continued as if Dana had said nothing.



“I guess you are stupid as well as old and ugly! Well as you insist on being so dumb let me enlighten you Dana. People who get aroused at being abused and dominated are masochists or submissive, and that, my dear is what you are, a submissive.”



“No! I am a Mistress. Mistress Dana!”



“And would a true Mistress allow herself to be in the predicament that you find yourself? Oh I admit I misled you somewhat but even allowing for that if you were a true dominant then you would never have acquiesced, would you? You would have told me tough luck, do it yourself. But no, you were only too willing to try out this suit, only too happy to allow yourself to be put in my bondage, only too happy to say what I wanted you to say — and more, those pleadings about what I should do to you really were heartfelt, weren’t they? So you are not a true Mistress are you, not a true Domme. In fact you are a submissive, and tonight I will demonstrate that fact incontrovertibly to you. But will tell you this Dana, I promise, in front of all these people that if you do not submit to being my personal slave by the end of this evening then tomorrow night we can return here like this and it will be me in that cat suit with her arms helpless, OK?”



Dana stared at the young Dominatrix. Did she really mean it?



“How could I trust you after this?”



Sarah just gave her a cute grin, her face changing yet again.



“You really don’t have much option do you Dana? Now I think we’ll see how tough you really are, shall we? You claim to be a dominant yourself, I wonder how many strokes of this you can handle?”



From a table behind Dana’s retrained body Sarah picked up a thin bamboo cane and started to swish it energetically in front of Dana.



“Cane me, flog me, spank me.”



Dana’s words came from the speakers all round the room, on a repeated loop, louder and louder as Mistress Sarah moved slinkily around her bound slave until she was again behind her and Dana’s exposed creamy backside was facing her.



“Cane me, flog me, spank me.”



Sarah leaned in close as the recorded words echoed through Dana’s mind. There was no way any of the audience could hear what she said.



“I’ll let you chose Dana, which will it be? If you agree to ask for just one I will only do one of them to you but you will need to beg for it, nice and loud. Cane? Flog? Spank? You choose, you beg. Or you get all three.”



Dana groaned, she didn’t want to beg this little bitch for anything but at the same time, clearly she could save herself quite a bit of pain and inconvenience. At a signal from Mistress Sarah the music and voice track faded and everyone could hear Dana’s faltering voice.



“I..er..I, please, please can you er, spank me?”



The red head glared at Dana a drummed her fingers impatiently on her own arm.



“And is that how you address me slut? Is that how you address your Mistress? If you are going to beg to me you WILL address me correctly!”



Sarah’s young voice was so severe, so harsh, so demanding that it caught Dana by surprise. How could such a young, small woman have such anger in her? She was also still wielding that cane and waving it about threateningly and the combination of factors seemed to work on Dana and before she knew it she said.



“Please Mistress Sarah can you spank me?”



She knew how damning it must have sounded but in reality what else could she do? Surely it was better than having to endure all three punishments on her ass. And in one thing Sarah had been correct, Dana had no real pain threshold so she needed to avoid too much here by whatever means necessary.



“That’s better whore. You will receive thirty spanks to begin with, warm you up a little, eh?”



Without further ado Mistress Sarah got around and dropped her cane and delivered a hard open palmed strike to Dana’s exposed right buttock. It stung but not too bad and Dana just lay there over the bench having taken it and awaited the next. Sarah meanwhile stopped and waited too. Eventually Dana turned to look at Sarah to see why she was stopped.



“You will count each spank after I make it and thank me as well.”



“The hell I will!” again Dana flared up, her normal attitude coming back, she was damned if she would call her Mistress thirty times and count along like a dumb little bimbo!



“Oh you will slave, you will.”



Mistress Sarah then proceeded to continue to spank Dana’s ass, each blow slightly harder, after about ten Dana realised the futility of her defiance and called a halt.



“Ow! Stop! Ok!Ok! I’ll do it, that’s fifteen, thank you Mistress.”



“Hmm. I think you’ll find that is one slave and you will count from there on. Don’t pout it’s your own fault, I’ve given you more advantage than you deserve.”



The next spank that landed was a hard, stinging one and through gritted teeth Dana announced.



“Two. Thank you Mistress Sarah.”



SPANK!



“Three. Thank you Mistress Sarah.”



Ten minutes later having finally made thirty Dana’s ass was beet red and her spirit that bit more broken, she could not believe she had called another woman Mistress so many times in such a short spell. Her confidence was severely on the wane. Her face was red and flushed too, partly through embarrassment and partly through frustration and she could no longer bring herself to lift her head to meet the eyes of the rapt audience.



Having completed her spanking Mistress Sarah then rigged up and enema bag on what looked suspiciously like a hospital IV drip stand. Dana had no clue what she was doing until she felt the tip of the plastic hose being worked into her ass. At first she thought is was a butt plug or worse a strap on but then when she felt her bowels slowly start to fill up she knew what it was and her heart sunk lower. Enema humiliation had been a particular favourite of Mistress Dana’s in the past and now here she stood having the self same done to her!



The warm liquid flooded into her and filled her up. Once it was in Mistress Sarah quickly followed it up with a nice big butt plug, which she really had to work to force into the other woman’s asshole but once she got it in it held tight and no fluid would escape past it. Dana gave a moan, it was uncomfortable, she felt full, her belly bloated. Though it pained her to say it she had to plead to the younger woman.



“Please Mistress Sarah, please may I be allowed to expel this from my ass.”



The audience gave a chuckle and Dana burned with more embarrassment, she knew by now that she could never be a dominant in this region again, if indeed anywhere. Sarah smiled and began to fondle Dana’s large breasts, squeezing and kneading them as she responded.



“Hmmm, not yet slave, I want to see you desperate to let it all out, you will really need to beg me to remove that plug. Still I can distract you perhaps, and with that Mistress Sarah brought her hand up holding a crocodile clip and snapped it in place on Dana’s big, sensitive nipple. It was a heavy duty metal thing and when Sarah removed her hand it hung down and dragged Dana’s tit flesh with it, stretching her. Dana gritted her teeth and was determined not to make a noise, that she could prove that she was tough, that she was a Dominant that had been tricked and not, secretly, a submissive. But it was hard and she failed as Mistress Sarah snapped the second one in place on her left tit.



“Owww!”



“What a baby! My God and you claimed to be a Domme. What a pathetic, deluded creature you are. Well we can all see now, eh? Especially you Dana. You are not a dominant but merely a masquerading submissive and as I have shown this to you, you will belong to me.”



Sarah’s hand dropped again and rubbed against Dana’s dripping snatch. If anything she was even wetter now and the red head took great pleasure teasing her some more until Dana could fight it no more and gave off a low moan that could only be sexual in it’s origin.



“You like that slave? You get turned on while I give you an enema and while your tits are being tortured and you still claim you are not a submissive? I think we all know the truth don’t we?”



It was a rhetorical question but in a moment of unquestioned weakness Dana actually answered. The room had turned silent and everyone heard her weak, aroused mewl.



“Yes Mistress Sarah.”



And with those three words she was broken and everyone knew it.



“I could take the clamps off slave, if you wish.”



“Yes, please Mistress Sarah.”



A slap rocked Dana’s face, it was cold and contemptuous.



“I had not finished speaking whore, do not make the mistake of interrupting me again or you will be very sorry.”



The younger woman spoke to Dana as if to a disobedient child, the tone in her voice brooking no argument.



“I was about to say I could take the clamps of but only if you ask for them to be placed elsewhere. Actually no, you will need to beg for them to be placed elsewhere on your filthy body whore.”



Dana was no novice, she knew where the clamps were likely to end up but even so she still braced herself and spoke up.



“Please Mistress Sarah can you move the clamps, please I’m begging you can you put them elsewhere.”



Condescendingly Mistress Sarah patted Dana’s head.



“Of course slave. Now where should I put them?”



She mused for only a moment as she released the first from Dana’s tit and then reached down and calmly attached it to Dana’s slick left pussy lip. The other quickly followed suit and Dana found herself in a new punishment. Mistress Sarah stood back to allow a camera man to zoom in and instantly Dana’s wet, clamped pussy lips were on the big screens around the room.



Dana was now in sensory overload. As the blood rushed back to her nipples, so too was it restricted from her cunt lips and the heat in her loins seem to rage on. All the while her bowels were uncomfortably full and in need of urgent release. This time she begged with no prompting from her young tormentor.



“Please Mistress Sarah can you release the load in my ass. Please I need to get it out.”



Sarah smiled and moved behind Dana and began to pull at the plug then stopped and came back around.



“I suppose I could slave. But you know I would think that dirty hole of yours would need filled up again straight away. So I’ll tell you what slave if you beg for someone to volunteer to come up here and fuck you in the ass then I will complete your enema and relieve you of your burden.”



Dana wasn’t even surprised, wasn’t even angry at herself for saying the words anymore.



“Please Mistress, please can I have a cock to fuck my ass and replace that butt plug. Please I need a hard cock for my asshole.”



As could be expected there were no shortage of volunteers as hands went up all around the room. Mistress Sarah left them all hanging though as she positioned a large, deep basin beneath Dana and slowly unscrewed the plastic butt plug. It came out with a comical pop and Dana screwed her eyes shut in embarrassment before suddenly all the warm water burst out and rushed into the basin with furious force. The room was again silent bar the harsh noise of water being expelled from ass into plastic container. Dana gave a huge sigh of relief at the release but that was quickly followed by a groan as she watched Mistress Sarah select the Judge from the front row and apparently choose him as the replacement for the butt plug.



The judge was in his early fifties and had started visiting Mistress Dana a couple of years ago. He was the worst kind of client for a Domme. A bottom that liked to control his sessions and after a few sessions Dana really didn’t want to deal with him. But he paid well and she did then one time she had the brainwave of gagging him while whipping him and also decided to be a bit harsher than normal on him. He was pissed off after it and after blood but Dana saw him off the premises and refused to see him after that. He had gotten threatening at one point and Dana had had to threaten to go public to shake him off her case. It had been messy and now he was lumbering onto the stage where she stood (bent over the bench) sporting an impressive, Viagra fuelled erection. As he approached Mistress Sarah placed the contents of Dana’s enema to one side and the voice track of Dana’s comments began again in a new cut.

Kelly was waiting for me when I got out of the shower last night and finally came into the bedroom.



I was sore and tired. I had been working outside in the brutal heat and was physically drained. At times like these, I love to let go and let her take the lead and that’s exactly what she did. It’s almost like her way of rewarding me for working so hard on her honey-do list.



She was dressed only in black four-inch pumps and a black bustier. A suede flogger was in her hand and she was menacingly swishing it back and forth.



“I’ve been waiting for you”, she said coolly.



There was no need for me to say anything. I could have easily taken control since I’m normally the one in charge or I could have asked for a rain check since I was exhausted but I never like to say “no” when she’s in the mood.



I simply knelt on the carpet in front of her and presented my ass. She lovingly stroked it with the flogger, increasing the intensity as she spoke.



“I’ve cooked up a particularly nasty little punishment for keeping me waiting. Follow me.”



Kelly sashayed into the bathroom and I crawled behind her, admiring the swing of her perfect ass in front of me and I watched with nervous anticipation as she got the enema equipment from under the sink.



“Worship my ass, and maybe I’ll go easy on you”, she said teasingly.



Easy wasn’t what I wanted and I knew she would make it as difficult as she could anyway. I would do the same in her position and she knew it. I licked and caressed her lovely ass while she ran the water and adjusted the temperature. After a few minutes, she spread her feet and arched her back so that I could lave her wrinkled rosebud. She moaned as I licked but it didn’t slow her preparations.



Even without being able to see, I knew that my tormentor had unwrapped a new bar of Ivory soap and placed it in the bag which she then filled with nearly-hot water. Loving every minute of it, I renewed my efforts on her asshole causing her to speak breathlessly.



“You’re going to get a nice, hot, soapy enema and hold it until I say you can release, is that clear?” she asked.



“Yes, Mistress” I replied, though I’m sure it came out as more of a mumble since I still had my face buried in her ass.



Kelly straightened up and turned around, pushing me back onto my haunches. She took a step forward so that my nose was nestled in her slit. I was tempted, but I knew better than to lick without permission. I simply sat there and inhaled the heavenly scent of her very wet pussy as she explained the rules.



“You are going to take all of this hot, soapy water and then you are going to lick me until I come. For every minute that it takes for you to get me off, I am going to add an ounce more water. Do you understand?”



I understood fully and groaned at the implication. I can take two quarts without too much trouble but the amount of soap that she added would make it painful and difficult. Going a few ounces over two quarts at the beginning is challenging but adding toward the end will be torture. I could only hope that she would come quickly since she was already pretty excited.



“Yes, ma’am” was the only response I could muster.



Kelly pushed me back and motioned for me to put my nose on the carpet. I obeyed and felt her lubing my ass with a more-than-usual amount of K-Y. I should have known that she had more surprises up her sleeve.



“Oh, you’re probably wondering what this is” she teased as she inserted a large nozzle into my ass. “You’ve probably heard of a double-balloon nozzle before.”



I had, and the thought of it was both exhilarating and terrifying. Once the inner balloon was inflated, she could fill me up with as much water as she wanted and I would have to hold it as long as she demanded.



Still, the feeling of it gliding past my sphincter was deliciously erotic. Owing to the excess of lube and slickness of the silicone, it felt like a gloved finger inching into my rectum. Once it was in past the first balloon, she gently squeezed the inflator and I felt the balloon swell inside me. One more squeeze and I could definitely feel the pressure. I should have known that Kelly wouldn’t let me off that easy. The next two pumps were delivered in rapid succession and the pressure built quickly to an intense level



“I just wanted to make sure that you could really feel it” she cooed.



I was still adjusting to the fullness when I heard the telltale ‘click’ of the valve being opened and the felt the water rush into me. At first, it was cool where the water in the hose had reached room temperature and then I felt the warmth of the soap combined with the warmth of the water from the bag.



I was already squirming and tapping my toes on the floor as I looked up to see how much I had taken. The bag was still bulging and I could see suds peaking over the top. We had a long way to go.



I could feel the water filling my colon and inching higher and higher. Slowly, the pressure would build until I thought I would burst and then subside as the water reached deeper and deeper. I willed myself to take slow, deep breaths and relax.



Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, I heard the faint ‘slurp’ as the last of the water emptied from the bag. When she was sure that I had taken it all, Kelly clamped off the nozzle and removed the hose.



I was eager to get started but my mistress took her time walking to the bedroom and sprawling out on the bed. I followed close behind her, the inflators and nozzle swinging obscenely behind me like a tail.



I wanted to dive in immediately and start sucking on her clit but I knew this was tricky business. Too fast or too hard and she would just push me away. I had to start slow enough for her orgasm to build. At the same time, I was eager to get it over with so I could limit the amount of water she would add to my already-distended bowels.



I flattened my tongue and dragged it slowly from the opening of Kelly’s little, pink vagina up to the top of her slit. Much to my surprise, she groaned and grabbed my head forcefully, pulling it into her sex. I thought I had won the jackpot and started sucking her clit and simultaneously scrubbing it with my tongue, a move that is sure to push her into dream land.



True to form, she clamped my head between her legs as I shoved two fingers into her cunt. Her pussy contracted rhythmically around my fingers and I was about to declare victory. Total time was under two minutes.



As difficult as it was, I had to sit back and wait for Kelly to float back to Earth, the clock continuing to add to my punishment. Before too long, she sat up and spoke.



“That one doesn’t count… it was too easy” she said with an evil smirk.



I dove in again, being careful to start slowly and build up. I licked slowly up both sides of her outer labia, pulling on each with my lips and teeth. Next, I repeated the procedure on her inner lips, trying to get my tongue between her clit and her hood as I reached the top. Given that she had already come, it took longer this time to get her to her peak. At one point, she pulled her knees up and insisted that I tongue-fuck her asshole. When she tired of making me suffer and was ready to come, she guided my head up to her clit. Within seconds, she was tossing around in the throes of her second orgasm.



By the time she came down again and looked up at the clock, sixteen minutes had passed.



“Looks like this is going to be a two-and-a-half-quart enema!” she chirped wickedly.



I dutifully followed her into the bathroom where she filled up a water bottle and poured it into the bag. After re-attaching the bag to the nozzle, she unceremoniously opened the valve and the rest of the water began to pour into me. The cramps from the enema I was already holding were intense and coming in waves. The added water brought me to the point that I truly thought it would come squirting out, balloon and all.



By some miracle, I was able to take it all and Kelly finally took pity on me leaving me to release on my own. Before long, I had emptied and went to join her in the bedroom to see what she had planned next.



When I opened the door, my jaw dropped as I saw what awaited me. Kelly was standing near one corner of our four-poster bed, an enormous dildo jutting out from her crotch and another, larger bag hanging from the bed-post.



After all the soap in the last enema, I knew I was due for a rinse but I was hoping for a more gentle approach. Instead, she was upping the ante.



“Get your ass over here and bend over!” she barked.



I hurried to get into position and Kelly slathered my ass with lube as soon as my head hit the mattress. The dildo was easily as large as my wrist and it held two wicked surprises. It had a tube running its length so it would serve as an enema nozzle and it was inflatable. I wasn’t sure that my ass could take all this punishment but Kelly was not going to be deterred.



Carefully lining up my asshole, she began pressing her weight into me, forcing me open. The outer sphincter yielded and I accepted an inch or two. The muscles provided determined resistance but eventually gave way under the steady pressure.



When my body first accepts a large object like that, the sensation is enough to take my breath away and it takes two or three insertions before I can stand for her to leave it in. This time, she didn’t back out. Kelly continued to press forward and the nerves in my ass screamed in protest. As soon as she had me impaled and I was gulping for air, she gave the inflator ten quick squeezes and opened the valve to start the water.



I have never been more thoroughly beside myself than I was at that moment. I was dancing on my toes, filling up with a 3-quart enema and skewered on a dildo 3 inches in diameter. I’m a pretty tough guy but I honestly thought that I might faint at that moment.



Then came the thrusting.



Kelly pulled back until only the head of the dildo remained in my ass and slowly began pushing it back into me. I didn’t get a chance to ask permission and shuddered through my orgasm before I even knew what hit me.



“You’re not going to get off that easily!” she warned.



She didn’t miss a stroke and instead, reached around and roughly jacked my overly-sensitive cock. Her stroking into my ass got faster, deeper and harder and I knew that she was close to her own release. Within moments, she pulled both of my hips back with her hands and swiveled her hips, trying to get as much stimulation against her clit as she could by driving her phallus into my ass.



I was groaning from the enormity of the dildo and the volume of water I was holding. She was groaning through her own orgasm and we must have been quite a sight. Before too long, she coasted down from her high and, since she was standing, I knew she would want to disengage and lay down as soon as possible. My ordeal was nearly over. She unhooked herself from the harness and then hooked it around my waist to keep the dildo from slipping out. I stood up and saw that the enema bag was empty.



“Come here.” Kelley spoke through her post-orgasmic haze.



“Turn around”



Without warning, she grabbed the inflator and gave it five quick squeezes, making my eyes bulge again.



“Now you can go relieve yourself and get cleaned up”



When I returned, Kelly was asleep and I kissed her sweetly on her forehead. She had opened the door for some heavy-duty ass play. Next time, she would be on the receiving end.

Small note, I have realized that the last name of the lead character has changed a few times throughout the chapters. To correct this error and to keep things consistent, Cynthia’s last name from here on out will be what it was originally stated; Miss Watts. Also, I would like to apologize for the long delay for this part to the story; I just have not been able to focus on writing it the way I have wanted to. I hope you enjoy reading this next installment.



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That next morning I did as I was told by Sage, and arrived at school naked. In fact that was a common theme for us, as I arrived naked each day for the next two weeks. Each day Sage would have me perform certain tasks, make sure to take plenty of pictures of me, and then usually minutes before the morning bell was about to ring would she provide me with the clothing I was to wear for the day. For the most part it was nothing overly provocative, but they each had their unique feature that would keep my on my toes and aroused throughout the day. Whether that it was no panties, a short skirt, flimsy open top, or a semi sheer piece, I always wore what Sage provided without any questions or hesitations. It also wasn’t uncommon for me to have a butt plug in for the day, and in fact I became accustomed to the feeling and was almost disappointed on the days Sage did not require it to be in. As for the weekends, let’s just say they were not boring.



After those two weeks our master/sub relationship progressed and became more defined, and Sage began to allow me to come dressed to school; but only under her strict dress code of which she provided for me the night before. We would still meet at school early and I was still to perform to her liking, but I for the most part remained clothed. The weekends where still as exciting as always, in the sense I never knew what was to be expected, and I slowly began to allow Sage to have complete control over my life. As it has been stated, I had already given over control to what I wear, and pretty much what I did with the majority of my days, but as our relationship grew I eventually gave over complete control of my finances, my work account information, and pretty much any other decision making role in my life.



Over the months leading towards holiday break, we seemed more connected to each other than ever; or at least I felt more connected to Sage. Even when I had a couple close calls, I never doubted my Mistress’ control or word. One in particular close call happened about a month before break, and of course occurred in my classroom. It was after school on a Friday, and Sage had requested I meet her at a book store for some rather exciting fun. She had also requested that I change into an outfit that she had left for me before leaving my classroom. As the final dismissal bell rang for the day, and my last student filed out the room, I closed the door behind them and retrieved the bag that contained the outfit I was to change into. I dumped its contents onto one of the student desks in the front row and was instantly aroused at what I saw. In front of me lay a pair of tight grey workout shorts, a white sports bra, my tennis shoes, my collar, and a normal sized black butt plug. Without a thought, I quickly stripped out of my work clothes and was lubing up my ass to get the plug into place. Once it was inside of me, I instinctively put on my collar and then pulled the shorts up into place. It took some effort because of how tight they were, but I eventually got them on. However, just as I did and was reaching for the bra, there was a quick knock at my door, followed by its opening up quickly after the knock.



I was stunned still as the teacher down the hall, Mrs. Bensky came inside my room unannounced. At first she did not notice the state of undress I was in, and I could do nothing more than just stand there shocked. Within seconds though she realized exactly what she had just walked in on, and apologized profusely before turning around and leaving. I was in a state of awe of what had just occurred; I was just walked in on while changing my clothes and I was topless. If she had been a few seconds sooner, she would have seen me completely nude or worse, bent over trying to put my butt plug into place. I was certainly lucky neither of those scenarios had occurred, for it would have been far harder to explain myself. Fortunately, the outfit that Sage had provided for me did allow for explanation. Understanding this fact, I shock myself out of the state of shock and got the bra and shoes on in a hurry. I gathered up the rest of my belongings and headed over to explain away the recent encounter to Mrs. Bensky.



I walked to her room and entered slowly, before greeting her with a somewhat friendly/awkward smile and an apology. She apologized as well, and asked why I was topless in my room. I explained to her that I was going for a run after school, and didn’t what to go all the way home to change since the trail I run is closer to the school. The workout attire fit this story perfectly, even if it was rather revealing and tight. The only piece that did not fit, and that was on display, was the collar, but fortunately Mrs. Bensky did not ask about it. Instead she seemed to accept the explanation, and even seemed to understand the situation. With some parting apologies, and a reminder from Mrs. Bensky that I might want to remember locking my door, I left to meet up with Sage.



That was probably the closest call of any during my time with Sage before the break, and instead of causing me to question what I was doing, it instead ignited me to do more; that afternoon at the bookstore certainly was much more exciting for me.



So, as the break approached closer, I was certainly pleased when Sage informed me over the phone, on a Wednesday evening, that since her parents were going to be out of the country for the holidays, she was booking us a week stay at a spa in the next town over during the break. I was ecstatic, and had to fight to hold back my excitement to Sage’s news. This is something I had been dreaming about since the moment I submitted to her; extended time alone with her, just the two of us. The only thing that bummed me out was that I would have to wait a week and a half to get to spend that time alone with my mistress. However, before I could get to down about that particular detail, Sage had another bit of news to share with me as well.



“Since this trip will obviously be a bit rewarding for you, seeing that you will get to spend a week alone with me your mistress, this next week and a half leading up to it will be a way for you to earn such a gift. Tomorrow, and for the remaining days until the break, you will be expected to show up to school as you previously had, naked. Is this understood my slut?”



“Yes, Mistress.”



“Very well, I will see you at the usual time and location, and do not worry about bringing clothes along; they will be provided for you. However, you are to wear the pair of shoes I had you buy two weekends ago. I this clear whore?”



“Yes, Mistress.”



She did not reply back, but instead hung up and the line went silent. I was filled with both excitement, and a bit of uneasiness from her statement that I would have to earn my time away with her. Had I not already shown my unbreakable commitment to Sage as my mistress? What would be different over this week and a half that would prove I was worthy of such a gift? These were the types of questions I continued to ask myself for the rest of the night, until I gave up trying to figure out my mistress’ ways, and simply got ready for bed.



Knowing that I would have to show up to school naked again wasn’t so bad, but it was a bit cooler now in the later months of the year and I was sure it would be even worse in the early hours of the morning. To help combat that issue, I decided on taking a shower the night before, so not to be cooled down by the water in the morning. After my shower, I gathered up my school stuff, and retrieved the shoes I was to wear the next day. They were of course heels, black leather ones, with a black criss cross zipper detail, and a heel height of 5 inches. They almost looked like something from a bondage film, and not something I would have ever worn to school before meeting Sage. However, just the idea of having to wear them at school had my pussy saturated with arousal, and I decided I better get to bed before I was up all night from sexual frustration.



The next morning I awoke, and got ready for the day by doing my hair and makeup, getting those rather sexy heels on. I grabbed my bag and keys on my way out to my car. However, before exiting the my room, I stopped to check out how I looked in the heels; it was the first time I had worn them since I bought them with Sage two weeks earlier. Simply stated, I looked drop dead sexy in the heels and nothing else. To be honest, I almost came just from the sight, and I knew Sage would be happy with them as well.



Now with added arousal and confidence, I hurried to my car and quickly made my way to the school. I was there, as usual, early and before Sage. I took no time to get to our usual meeting place at the back entrance to the school, and waited for my mistress to arrive. After five minutes she did, and was carrying a duffel bag with her. She did not say anything to me, but simply signaled for me to follow her. I did without a word, and she began leading the way to the front of the school. As I followed behind her, I realized just how sexy what she was wearing was. She had on a pair of tight, white yoga pants that perfectly formed to her plump rear end. They basically were like second skin on her, and even feel into the crease between her cheeks to emphasize the roundness of her ass. For a top, she wore a simple light cotton, blacked striped t-shirt that hung to just the top curve of her butt. As for shoes, she just had on a pair of black flip flops. I was transfixed with her ass however; I was sure she hadn’t any panties on, for if she did they were extremely tiny. The pants where nearly see through, and clung to her legs and ass so tight; it was as if she was not wearing pants.



By the time we reached the front of the school, I refocused on making sure to follow Sage’s every command. At the door we stopped, and she dropped the bag down in front of them. She still was silent when she bent over at the waist with her ass facing me to open the duffel. It was then that I confirmed she had not worn panties, as I could clearly see the outline of her lips as the fabric of the pants stretched over them. This only flooded my own sex further, and I had a harder time still trying to focus on what exactly Sage was doing. Almost oblivious to just how sexy she was being, and the effect it was having on me, Sage stood back up and had in her hands a small leather collar, and a large red, ball gag. She simply handed me the items without saying a word and return to the open bag. I, of course, instinctively knew to put the two items own and had them fastened by the time she again stood.



This time she had in her hands a pair of metal cuffs, her strap-on harness, a large black dildo that I had become accustomed to over the past months, and video camera. She silently indicated that I carry the duffel and to open the door. I did just that, and Sage led the way inside. Once inside and the door shut, she stopped us and began getting the harness and dildo into place between her legs. With it secured, she finally spoke to me for the first time.



“So, you have probably been wondering what exactly I will be having you do over this next week and a half to prove to me that you do deserve the trip I booked for us. Well, you will simply be doing task and activities, not much unlike we have previously done before, but now they will each get progressively harder, risky, degrading, humiliating, and insulting. Is this understood you dumb little teacher slut?”



With my eyes widened from what I was just told, I instinctively and submissively nodded my understanding of what she had said since I had the gag in my mouth.



“Great, because today we are starting out rather hard, so from here on out things will only get harder. What I want you to do is lead the way, as seductively submissive as possible, to the open air quad in the middle of the school, and then stop in front of the school’s namesake mural wall in the middle. I will be filming you as I follow to capture your submissive behavior. Once at the mural, I will toss you the cuffs which you will take and use to fasten yourself to the little rod iron fence in front of it. Do so in a way that you will be bent over at the waste with your back to me. Got it whore?”



I again nodded, and began to lead the way to the quad. Sage now carried the duffel as she followed behind and filmed. I did my best to look as sexy and submissive as possible. I made sure to sway my hips as I walked, and did my best to make the click of my heels on the hard tile as loud as possible. Every so often, I would look back at the camera, dough eyed, to add to the submissive feel, as well as to show off the large red gag lodged in my mouth and the trail of saliva that had begun to fall out from behind it. Sage just followed behind with the camera, not giving any directions or cue, but I did notice she was making sure to pan around every so often to take not that we were in fact in a school.



As I slowly continued to walk through my school, naked and gagged, we passed the lockers and it really began to dawn on me the levity of the moment. I, a teacher at the school, was completely naked except for whore heels, a collar, and a bright red gag, walking through the school as a student filmed the whole thing. Thankfully I trusted my mistress, and remembered that it was still rather early, so no one would be arriving anytime soon. It also helped that I was extremely aroused and was practically leave a trail of arousal on the floor as I walked.



We eventually reached the mural in the quad, and as previously stated, Sage tossed the cuffs over to me, and I quickly took to locking myself into the position she described. As I did, Sage began to circle back and forth around me, capturing the whole scene on film before finally stepping behind me in my bent over position. Without a word, she reached into the bag, retrieved some lube, and began applying some to the thick cock jutting out in front of her once she dropped the duffel off her shoulder. With the dildo thoroughly lubed, she applied some more to my asshole, and I realized what was about to occur. Sage was going to fuck my ass with, that large cock, in the middle of my school, while she filmed the whole thing. She was right, these tasks were going to be rather humiliating in nature, but that humiliation would only add to my arousal.



Soon I felt the rubber head of her black cock slip inside my eager little asshole, and slide its way deeper until it was fully lodged inside of me. Sage reached out with her hand that was not holding the camera, and pulled my head back by my hair. As she did, she began her rather relentless assault on my anal passage. The act went on for about three minutes, with Sage never saying a word, but simply reaming me with the dildo while pulling my head back and filming the entire event. She made to capture my face and its expressions as she worked me over; she also continued to capture the surroundings that indicated it was a school, and what school it was by zeroing in on the mural with the school’s name painted on it.



Once Sage was satisfied with her anal exploitation oh me, she filmed herself slowly sliding the intruder out and capturing my gaping hole as it finally vacated. She then came moved towards my head and unfastened the gag. My jaw was thankful to finally be allowed to rest, at least I thought it would it get to. Sage had other intentions, and soon pulled my head back once again by my hair. She then guided the now slimy, anal intruder towards my mouth. I needed no further guidance, as I obediently opened wide and allowed her to have access to my slutty mouth. She did not force it down my throat, but rather just had me suck it gently and lick it up; I figured since she was still filming she just wanted to capture me submissively savoring that taste of my own ass. So, I did just that, and soon the rubber member was soon clean as a whistle.



Sage, happy with my performance, pulled away and began to walk away while she continued to film as is she was leaving me behind. She went as far as actually going back into the school and letting a door shut. To be honest, I for a moment actually though she was truly leaving me behind. Fortunately, the door swung back open and Sage returned back to my side with a devilish grin on her face before speaking.



“You did very well slut, and I really enjoyed using you in such a depraved way while I filmed it. I think I might make it a reoccurring theme. Anyways, let’s get you unlocked, and over to your room.”



She did just that, and once inside my room she pulled out my clothes for the day and gave me further instructions.



“In this bag are the items you will be wearing today; you do not have to wear the collar as it does seem a bit out of place for a teacher. Also, we will be engaging in another task at lunch, and remember it will be more difficult, and riskier than what we just previously did. Enjoy your morning, and I will see you in class.”



With that, she turned and left me to get dressed before the morning bell rang. Unlike other times, the events of the morning gave me an ample amount of time to dress, and calm my nerves. However, my nerves would be calm once I opened the bag to see what I was expected to wear.



Inside, I found a pair of yoga pants that were just like the ones Sage was wearing, and a sleeveless collared, button down blouse that was made of light fabric and nearly sheer. I pulled on the pants, and because of how tight they were, and them being white, my arousal was almost immediately noticeable. Putting of that problem for the moment, I put on the blouse and was happy to find that it wasn’t as sheer as I originally thought; at least not the front of it for it had a somewhat tuxedo shirt quality to it. The back however was indeed sheer. It was also a relief to find that the bottom of the blouse scooped down in both the front and the back far enough to cover my wet pussy, and worked over ass.



I adjusted the clothing the best I could, and eventually came to terms with how I would look. As long as I didn’t move around the room to much, and kept behind my desk for the majority of the time, I would be fine; at least that is what I had to keep telling myself as I waited for the bell to ring and the day to get started. After such an eventful morning, I was fearful of what Sage had in store for the lunch time task. However, I would have to wait four long periods to find out, and I just hoped that my soaking wet pussy wouldn’t saturate more of the pants.



To be continued…

“Good, you may begin by repaying my hospitality. I want you to clear the table and rinse the china. You may then put everything in the dishwasher. When you are finished, I will continue your training.”



I obeyed at once, being very careful with the china. I wondered where Megan was while I was doing my domestic chores. The answer to that came a minute later. I was startled by first a flash then the unmistakable sound of a Polaroid camera ejecting a picture.



“Why did you do that,” I exclaimed? Remembering my prior instructions, I hastily added, “I meant to say why did you do that Mistress?”



“First, I am proud of you for remembering the proper form of address for your Mistress,” she replied. “As to your question, I took a picture of you simply because I felt like it. You must learn to never question me. Since you appear to be finished here, you will come with me. I’m afraid I will have to discipline you for your arrogance.”



Megan turned on her heel and motioned me to follow. She led me back upstairs, but not to our bedroom. Instead, she continued down the hall to the guest room. Using a key hanging from a ribbon at her waist, she opened the door and ushered me in. Megan had been busy. It was now one obviously intended for a girl. The bed was similar to Megan’s in that it had a wrought iron frame work and canopy. The bedspread was pink satin with a matching ruffled flounce.



As I surveyed her work, she spoke, “As you can see, I have installed a lock on the door. It will remain locked unless I decide otherwise. This is to be your room. This is where you will sleep unless I decide to allow you into your Mistress’s bed. It is now time for you to get ready for bed. You will strip off all your clothes and place them in the hamper. You will find the hamper in the closet. While you are there, I want you to select another nightie for yourself. As I’m sure you’re aware, a proper lady always wears something pretty to bed.”



I followed her orders, stripping my pretty lingerie. I looked in the closet and found two nighties there, one in pink the other in pale blue. They were both a frilly baby doll design with matching ruffled panties. I chose the blue one. As I pulled it over my head, I couldn’t help but marvel at how good it felt to be caressed by the soft nylon of the nightie. My nipples actually got hard as the sheer bodice cascaded over my chest. This was nothing compared to what happened when I slipped the panties up my legs. As they settled over my groin, my penis was teased by the slippery fabric, impelling it to erection. The panties were so sheer, there was no way I was going to be able to conceal my excitement from Megan. “Oh well,” I thought. There was nothing I could do about that and went back to the bedroom for her approval of my choice.



“I told you to merely select your nightie” she chided. “I said nothing about your putting it on. I suppose I should have known this would happen. What you have done is prove just how much you like wearing panties. I’ve turned you into such an eager little tramp, you act without permission. “Come here,” she ordered. “Let me see what it is that’s making such a nasty bulge in your pretty blue panties.”



I walked over to her and stood with my hands at my sides. She reached out and using just one manicured nail, traced the outline of my erection through the panties. “Would you look at the size of your clit?!’ she exclaimed. “Whatever am I to do with you? There is no way I can just put you to bed like this. You wouldn’t wait for the door to close before you started to play with yourself. I’m afraid I’ll have to take steps to ensure that doesn’t happen. I want you to go and lie on the bed, you know the position, so hurry up.”



I did as I was told and as before found myself with my arms and legs secured to the bed posts, again using four leather cuffs with lengths of nylon rope attached. When she was satisfied that I was completely helpless, Megan looked down at me and smiled at my predicament. “Now I can sleep securely in the knowledge that my new sissy slave won’t be able to get herself into trouble.”



She reached into my panties and wrapped her hand around my erection. “If I left you to your own devices, you’d start to play with yourself, doing something like this,” she teased as she began to slowly masturbate me. My whole body spasmed, aching with desire. “Look at this,” she said softly. “Look at how badly my sissy wants to come. Well, not tonight my pet, that is to be your punishment for not addressing me properly. In fact, you may as well come to understand that the only time you will be allowed any sort of physical release is when I deem it appropriate. That will happen only when I am satisfied that you are behaving properly and have truly earned the privilege. There will be times like now when it amuses me to tease and torment you without allowing you release. I have found this to me a wonderful discipline device. By the time I’m done with you tonight you’ll always remember the proper way to speak to me.”



She continued her stroking, asking in a husky whisper, “Don’t you wish you had been a good girl? Don’t you wish I’d tighten my grip and stroke you faster and faster until you filled your panties with your juices?”



“Yes Mistress,” I panted. ” Please Mistress, give me some relief, I’m very sorry, I’ll never speak to you in that manner again.”



“Not tonight my pet, perhaps in the morning if you are especially good, I’ll let you climax. For now though, I’m afraid I’ll have to continue your torment until I’m satisfied that you have truly learned a lesson.”



True to her word, she continued. Each time she felt me getting close to the precipice, she either slowed or stopped stroking me completely. My hips would buck involuntarily, striving to get release from my heightened arousal. This went on for several minutes before she removed her hand and pulled my panties back in place.



“Don’t go away,” she teased as she went into her room, returning with a pair of black lace panties and her Polaroid camera. “First, I’m going to take a few more pictures of your submission to me,” she said as she took several shots of my helpless situation. “My possession of these pictures will ensure that you don’t have any second thoughts about obeying me. Can you imagine the thrill the secretaries at your office would get out of these if I posted them in the ladies room?” I imagine they’d be quite jealous. I doubt any of them have a lingerie collection as vast as the one I have in mind for you.”



Megan waited a few minutes for the prints to develop before showing them to me. There was not a doubt in my mind that these pictures could ruin my career. They clearly showed me in tight bondage while wearing pretty lingerie. One shot in particular, showed my cock straining against my panties, proving how much I enjoyed my imprisonment. “Just one more pose and I’ll leave you to your dreams,” she continued. “I want you to be reminded of me while you sleep tonight,”she said pulling the black panties over my head. Once they were on, she arranged them so the crotch area was directly over my nose and mouth. Then, using a common safety pin, she took all the slack out of the waistband and secured them at my neck. I was now trapped inside her panties, forced to inhale a combination of her own sweet musk and the perfume she wore.



“I hope you appreciate these. I wore them at the office today and they are full of my scent. Now each breath you take will be a reminder of your Mistress and her sweet pussy. Unfortunately, that is as close as you’ll get. You have misbehaved and as much as it pains me, I have to instill some discipline.”



After taking more pictures of me, she turned and walked to the door, calling over her shoulder as she went, “Sweet dreams little sissy, I’m tired and have to get some rest. You must be tired as well and you’ll need your beauty sleep. I have a big weekend planned for you.”



The door was then closed and I heard the distinct sound of the lock being thrown. My erection continued to throb, causing me great discomfort. How, I wondered could something normally so pleasurable be so uncomfortable? I tested my bonds, hoping Megan had left enough slack for me to get to my aching tool. Of course there wasn’t any to be had. I reconciled myself to the fact that I would just have to try and go to sleep, that I was now alone, trapped until Megan decided to release me. Needless to say, sleep came very hard. The panty hood ensured that with every breath, I was filled with her essence. My erection was still there as I drifted off to sleep.



I awoke in the morning to the sound of Mistress’s voice, “Come on, sleepy head, it’s time for you to get up.” I opened my eyes and through the thin nylon of my panty hood, I saw Megan standing next to the bed. She was dressed, if you want to call it that in a pink half-cup bra with a matching garter belt and seamed stockings.



“I told you I was going to put you on an exercise regimen,” she said as she undid the safety pin holding my hood in place. She continued speaking as she pulled her panties off my head, “We may as well begin now. Your tummy needs to be tightened and I can’t think of a better way than with a few sit-ups. These are going to be very special sit-ups. You are going to have the privilege of servicing your Mistress while you exercise.”



I wondered what she meant by that. How was I going to do sit-ups and pleasure her at the same time? My question was answered in short order.



Reaching into the drawer of the night stand, she retrieved two items. The first was a sturdy leather collar with several rings attached. Megan placed it around my neck and secured it with a small padlock. She then untied the rope holding my wrists to the headboard and reattached them to the collar. Next, she picked up what appeared to be a dildo with two latex straps. Placing the base of the dildo against my chin, she stretched the straps over my head. One went around my neck, the other over my ears to the back of my head. When she was finished, I had a six-inch latex cock growing out of my chin.



“Now my pretty, you are going to please me while you tighten your tummy,” she said as she straddled my face, while facing my feet. She lowered herself until the head of the dildo was just at the entrance to her pussy. “Now I want you to stroke it in and out of my pussy very slowly,” she ordered. “At the top of each stroke, you are to lick my ass, swirling your tongue around my rosebud.”



I hesitated for just a few seconds, not sure what she meant. This prompted Megan to reach into my panties and lightly squeeze my balls. “Get to work sissy, I don’t have all day!”



I immediately complied, using my stomach muscles to raise my head, driving the dildo deep inside her love tunnel. As she had dictated, I used my tongue to bathe her ass, swirling it around and trying to stick it inside. In order to do this, I had to hold myself in position with just my abdominal muscles, putting considerable strain on them. By about the fifth repetition of this, Megan began to breathe heavily, bathing me with her juices. Before long, Megan gasped, “All right my pet, rest for a minute. I want to change position so your talented tongue can be put to better use.”



I stopped at once, grateful for the chance to rest. Megan repositioned herself so her pussy was facing me and after a short interval, again lowered herself to the dildo. “All right, I’m sure you know what I want at that top of each stroke,” she whispered. “Give me some pleasure and I just might let you up.”



I repeated my prior performance, the only difference being this time I used my tongue on her clit. Her body began to tremble as the onset of her climax approached. I used this to my advantage, holding myself with the dildo deep inside her while I sucked her clit between my lips and lashed it with my tongue. This was more than my Mistress could stand. Her orgasm overtook her and she screamed her pleasure. “OH YES MY PANTY PET, SUCK ME, FUCK ME, MAKE ME CUM.”



She ground her clit against my mouth, filling it with her pleasure honey. Her climax would begin to abate then another wave of pleasure would shoot through her, until at last she collapsed, resting against the headboard.



It took several minutes for Megan to regain her composure. Only when her respiration began to return to normal did she lift herself from the dildo. She sat next to my still bound form and while stroking my cheek said, “That was incredible my pet. The feeling of being penetrated and attended to orally at the same time pushed me to heights I’ve never reached before. This is the first opportunity I’ve had to use this toy and I can assure you, it won’t be the last.”



She unlocked the collar and removed the cuffs. “I want you to take a bath now. I have it prepared and to make sure you don’t do anything naughty, I will accompany you.”



With that statement all hopes of being allowed to relieve the pressure in my groin vanished. Megan was apparently intent on keeping me at a high state of arousal for the foreseeable future. I stood and undressed, placing my baby doll nighty in the closet hamper. I followed Mistress Megan into the bathroom where a tub was already filled with hot, scented water.



“Get in, sissy we don’t have all day,” she ordered.



I did as I was told, slowly immersing myself in the water. I began to wash, using the sponge handed to me by Mistress Megan. She next gave me a pink razor saying, “Now shave yourself all over. I don’t want to see any regrowth from last nights shaving. I know I did it for you last night but I want you to learn how to do this for yourself.”



Again, I followed her instructions, now without even so much as a second thought. While I shaved, I marveled at how much my life had changed in just a few short hours. This time yesterday, I was a typical single male, looking only for my own pleasure. I recognized the fact that now everything had changed. I was now just the play toy of a beautiful woman, trapped forever in her web of silk, satin and lace. What was even more interesting and in fact more to the point was that I was enjoying it! I found myself looking forward to the events to come. The questions I asked myself included; What would Mistress Megan dress me in when my bath was over? What color would she choose? Would I be allowed to wear a corset? All these thoughts and more occupied my mind as I finished the last of my shaving.



My reverie was interrupted by Megan’s next command. “All right my pet, it’s time to get out of that tub. We don’t want our pretty skin to get all wrinkled do we?”



I rose and stepped into the soft bath sheet she held and stood docilely as she patted me dry. “Come with me,” she said, leading me back into what I had begun to think of as “my room.” Once there, she had me sit, still wrapped in the towel at the vanity.



“You have such pretty features, I think a little enhancement would really bring out your natural beauty,” she purred.



With that, she set about giving my face a more feminine appearance. She plucked my eyebrows, applied mascara and eyeliner. Next, came the foundation and a little blush for my cheeks. The last thing applied was the lipstick, a bright crimson. She stood back, admiring her handiwork in the vanity mirror. “There’s just one thing missing,” she mused. “You need a more lady like hairstyle. You are such a lucky girl, I have just the thing.”



She left the room for just a moment, returning with a large round box. “Close your eyes my pet, I have a surprise for you.”



I closed my eyes in anticipation of what she had in store for me. I was sure by the size and form of the box that it would be a wig. My suspicions were confirmed when I felt Megan placed it on my head. She fussed with it for a moment, combing it into place. “All right, you may open your eyes now,” she instructed.



I opened my eyes and gazed at the creature in the mirror. The image was of a striking woman, one with shoulder length auburn hair. There was one thing that struck me immediately and I had to ask, “Mistress, the color is an exact match for my own hair and coloring. Is that a coincidence?”



“Of course not, my pet, I bought this several weeks ago in anticipation of this very moment. Once I was sure I wanted to turn you into my pantyslave, I took a chance that I could make this happen.” She reached down, trailing her fingers down my chest to the top of the towel. “Stand up now pet, it’s time to get you dressed.”



I followed her to the armoire where she opened several drawers. In each was an array of panties, bras, stockings and garter belts. There had to be at least a dozen sets there, all color coordinated. “Hmmm,” she mused as she inspected them. “Which color would be most appropriate for your first full day as my panty pet? Let’s see, since you are almost newly arisen to the realm of panties, I think pink will be perfect, yes a nice sissy pink for you today.”



She handed me a complete set of lacy, pink lingerie, indicating that I was to put it on. I took the stockings and rolling them first, pulled each in turn up my legs. Next of course, came the garter belt. This was quickly followed by the bra and panties. The bra was under-wired with push up pads sewn into the cups. Once in place, I once again had the illusion of small breasts. The panties were French cut, with lavish lace at the leg openings and side panels. I walked to the vanity so I could inspect myself in the mirror.



From behind me I heard Mistress Megan issue yet another order, “Go to the closet my pet, there’s a dress that will be perfect. You will also find a pair of white pumps that should fit you.”



In the closet I found the dress and shoes she had referred to. The dress was a white jersey knit, the kind that would cling to the body. The shoes were also pink with a white satin bow at the instep. I pulled the dress over my head and pulled it into place. The hem came only to the tops of my stockings. When I slipped the shoes on, the problem became even more pronounced, clearly showing the garter tabs.



Megan had come up behind me and her laughing voice interrupted my struggles to get the hem lower. “I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to look like such a tramp while wearing a virginal white dress. What a pity you can’t show yourself off to the world like that. You’d give a eunuch a hard on with that outfit! Wait a minute! Why not? You look quite convincing. If I hadn’t dressed you myself, I would never know there’s a cock in those panties. I think we’re going to take you out like that. I had intended to take you shopping anyway, so we may as well make the best of it.”



“Please, Mistress, don’t make me do that,” I cried. What if we meet someone I know, or worse yet someone we work with?”



“Not to worry, my pet. I know of an absolutely fabulous shopping mall that’s about a two-hour drive from here. There will be little chance of us running into anyone we know there. Besides,” she continued as she handed me a pair of wrap around sunglasses, “these will serve to disguise you further. Enough of your back talk, be a good girl and do as you’re told and perhaps your Mistress will give you a special treat when we get back. Come along now, we have some shopping to do.”



With that said she turned on her heel and headed for the front door. “We’ll take your car, my pet. That way your hands will be occupied and you won’t be able to get into any mischief the way you could if I were to drive.”



She stood at the side of the car and watched with amusement as I attempted to get in the driver’s seat. “Not that way silly,” she taunted. “The way your dress rode up, I could clearly see your pretty white panties. No lady would ever allow that. Get out of the car and I’ll show you the proper way to enter a car while wearing a dress.”



Mutely, I obeyed and watched as Megan showed me the proper procedure. She sat on the seat, facing out with her legs together. Megan then kept her knees together and holding the hem of her dress down, pivoted on the seat, swinging her legs into the car. “Now, you will demonstrate for me,” she said as she reversed the process to get out.

Megan rested for a moment, still recovering from her climax. After a bit, she stood and while making sure the butt plug was still deep inside me, closed the zipper in my panties. I was once again trapped in the silken caress of the purple panties, with my “pussy” filled. Megan kissed me gently on the lips while stroking my cheek. “Sleep well my pet, for tomorrow will come all too soon.” With that said, she left me and went to was now her bedroom. Obviously, with my ankles and wrists still bound to the posts of the bed, I had no option but to try and get some sleep. By this time my body had accepted the butt plug and there was no longer any discomfort, only a constant reminder of my submission to Megan.



As I drifted off to sleep, I realized that my submission was not a physical exercise, but a mental one. Obviously, I was physically much stronger than Megan and if I really didn’t want all this to happen, I could easily have stopped it. This left me with the conclusion that I was born to serve a woman in this manner. I reflected on how lucky I was that Megan discovered my secret. Obviously, she really enjoyed her dominance of me. My wife was now my Mistress, and to make things even better, a caring and gentle one. She had never done anything to me that caused anything more than momentary discomfort, and then only when absolutely necessary.



As I grew more drowsy, my thoughts moved to what was to happen the next day. I must confess to a slight feeling of anticipation mixed with a little dread. What would it be like to spread my legs and accept Megan’s strap-on dildo inside me? How much would it hurt? Would I start to enjoy the feeling of another person invading my most secret place? My reverie was cut short with the realization that my thoughts were those that had to have gone through the head of every girl ever confronted with the impending loss of her virginity. My last thought before drifting off was that I hoped I wouldn’t disappoint Megan when the time came.



Sunday morning came all too soon and I awoke a few minutes before Megan came into my room. She untied the ropes from the cuffs and allowed me to visit the bathroom instructing me, “I want you to remove the plug and wash it thoroughly. You may then relieve yourself. Let me know when you are finished.”



I hurried into the bathroom and to my consternation, the moment I pulled down my panties, the butt plug fell out! My body had adjusted to the point that unless I made a conscious effort to hold it in, it would slip out. I was about to put it back in before Megan could see that it wasn’t where it belonged when I noticed her standing in the open doorway.



She noticed my look of consternation as I vainly attempted to put the plug back. “I rather thought something like that would happen. You poor girl! It’s obviously too small for you now. Finish going to the bathroom. When you are finished, I want you to remove your pretty lingerie and join me in your room. There is no need to put the plug back in. I have something else in mind.”



It took but a few minutes to complete my morning toilet and I presented myself to Megan as instructed. She was sitting on my bed with a package at her side. “Come here girl and stand in front of me, facing away,” she commanded.



I did as she instructed, slightly nervous about what might be in the package at her side. “



Now bend over with your legs spread as far apart as you can manage and grab your ankles. Since you have obviously outgrown last night’s toy, I’m going to have to use another type to prepare you for your deflowering.”



I assumed the proscribed position and soon felt the cool moistness of the lubricating gel being applied to my backside. Megan took a moment or two to explore my pussy with her fingers, massaging my prostrate until I was erect.



She reached around me to feel my erection. “Would you look at that?” she exclaimed. “The minute I start to play with her pussy, her clit gets all hard and excited. It’s almost as though she’s starting to associate having her pussy filled with sexual fulfillment. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, eventually all girls do. You’re going to love what I’m about to do to you. This will feel so good. You’re may never want me to take it out.”



I felt a slight pressure at my opening and relaxed, allowing Megan to insert her new toy inside me. Because I had just spent the last eight hours with the old plug inside me, this one went in with no difficulty whatsoever. To my surprise, it was much smaller than the previous one and I wondered what Mistress had in mind. If I had problems with the last one, wouldn’t a smaller one create even more of a dilemma for me?



I needn’t have worried! I heard a strange sound, like the one a blood pressure cuff makes when it’s being inflated. With each repetition of this sound, the plug in my “pussy” grew a little larger. Just as I was about to tell her that I was getting uncomfortable, Megan stopped pumping and closed the valve at the base of the plug. “There you are my pet. You are now in the final phase of being stretched and prepared for your deflowering. If you start to feel as though it is about to slip out and needs to be larger, you are to tell me and I will see to it. If everything goes right, when I take your cherry all you’ll feel is the pleasure of being made love to by your Mistress. I think today will be an easy one for both of us. I’m going to fore-go your morning exercise regimen. I want you well rested for tonight. Besides, I want to allow my anticipation to grow as well. It’s not every night I get to take a girl’s virginity.”



She walked from the room, calling back to me as she left, “I want you to put on your pale blue baby doll nightie and join me in the kitchen. I’m going to make us a good breakfast and then we’ll relax a little.”



When she left the room, I stood and while marveling at how good it felt to be so filled, slipped the baby doll nightie over my head. Once again as the slippery fabric caressed my body, my “clit” began to grow. This was even more evident when I pulled the gossamer like panties up my legs and over my privates. I slipped my feet into a pair of white slippers and went down to join my Mistress.



As I entered the kitchen, she looked up at me and smiled her approval. “Very good my pet, you are excited aren’t you? I know how much you have to be anticipating tonight. Sit down now and eat the breakfast I’ve prepared for you.”



I sat at the indicated place. Megan had prepared some sliced fruit and a bowl of cereal for me. I thanked her and ate, savoring the flavor of each mouthful. My enjoyment was somewhat impaired by the unrelenting pressure of the butt plug. Sitting had exacerbated the feeling of being completely filled and stretched. Megan noticed me squirming a little as I tried in vain to find a way to sit that alleviated my discomfort.



“You will get used to it my pet. I don’t want you to hurt yourself though, so I think when you’re finished with your meal and have cleared the table, you had better lie down for a while. You may join me in the living room and I’ll make sure you’re comfortable before I go out for a little while. I have to do some more shopping in preparation for tonight. While I’m gone, you are to do nothing but rest and think about what is about to happen in your life.”



I finished the last of my cereal and quickly set about clearing the table. Once everything was spotless, I went into the living room to be with Megan. She was already dressed and ready to go out, one hand behind her back.



She smiled at me and said, “I know you want to behave while I’m gone, so I have something here that will help you. Pull your panties down a little and I’ll show it to you.”



Once I had my panties down, she moved her hand from behind her back, showing me the latest device in my torment. It was a metal cock sheath with a strap designed to lock it in place. Megan reached down and slipped the sheath over my cock before fastening the strap around the base of my genitals. Next she produced a tiny brass padlock and fastened it to the miniature hasp in the strap.



“There, my pet, now you won’t be tempted to play with your clit while your Mistress is gone. As you can see, you will still be able to use the bathroom, but there’s no way you can play with yourself, the sheath will protect my interests in that matter. In fact, I will demonstrate what will happen if you do attempt to diddle with yourself.”



She swooped down on the head of my cock, sucking it into her mouth. She ran her tongue over the head, flicking the tip against the underside of the glands. In just a few seconds, my cock was growing, trying to escape the confines of the sleeve. The larger it got, the more uncomfortable I became, until the pain caused it to deflate on its own accord. Satisfied that I had learned the lesson she was giving, Megan stopped and grinned up at me. “You see, if you attempt to play with your clittie, all you’re going to accomplish is to frustrate yourself. You will have to behave while I’m gone. If you’re a good girl, I will give you a present when I return. There’s just one more thing I have to attend to before I leave. As long as your panties are down, I may as well inspect your plug. Turn around and spread your legs so Mistress can make sure you’re properly plugged and inflated to the proper amount.”



I felt her tug at the base of the plug, checking to see that it was not about to come out. “That’s wonderful,” she exclaimed. “There has been no air escaping at all. It goes to show that when you buy a quality product, it really pays off.”



Satisfied that I was prepared for her absence, she pulled my panties back in place and turned to leave. “There’s plenty of mineral water in the refrigerator if you get thirsty and the remote for the television is in the drawer of the coffee table. I want you to relax while I’m gone, so feel free to make yourself at home.”



She kissed me on the cheek and left me to my own devices. I took a moment to examine the sheath around my clit and found it was as sturdy as I had first feared. There would be no hanky panky while Megan was gone. I contented myself with doing just as she had instructed and sat down to watch a little television. There was only one problem. I found that the only thing I could do was watch a tape Megan had left in the VCR. Every time I tried to change to regular television, I got an error message stating that option was not available. Obviously, Megan had intended me to watch the tape, so I got comfortable and pressed the play button.



As the tape played it became readily apparent that it was about the feminization of an unwilling male. The title of the video was “Forever in Panties.” The whole thing was taking place in an office setting. The man was an executive and the woman his secretary. The message was quite clear now. Megan was giving me a preview of things to come.



I watched with rapt fascination as the woman in the tape inflicted her will on her unwilling subject. The premise was that she had found a pair of lacy red panties and a magazine showing men dressed in their lacies. He had thought it secure in the top drawer of his desk, but had forgotten to lock it just one time. That was all it had taken for his secret to come out. She explained in no uncertain terms that unless he danced to her tune, the whole company would find out about what she referred to as “his dirty little secret.” This woman used none of the subtlety Megan had used in my journey into satin and lace. She pulled a bra, garter belt and stockings to match his panties from her purse and made him strip and put them on. Once he had completed this task to her satisfaction, she made him put on a pair of heels and model the lingerie for her. She instructed him in the proper way to swing his hips in an exaggeration of the typical runway model’s walk. Once she was bored with this, she reached again into her capacious purse and pulled out four pairs of handcuffs, the kind you can buy at a novelty store. She made him lay face down on his own desk and fastened his ankles and wrists to the legs. He was now spread-eagle, open and vulnerable to whatever she wanted to do. She walked around to where his head was and raised her skirt to show him that she had taken off her panties just before confronting him with her blackmail scheme. The camera zoomed in for a close up of her brunette pussy, framed perfectly by her mint green garter straps. She grasped his head with both hands and shoved her pussy hard against his mouth, forcing him to give her oral attention until she came, bathing his tongue with her oils.



If this slave thought she was finished abusing him, he was sadly mistaken. She used her previously worn green panties to gag him with, forcing them into his mouth before securing them with his own belt. She then pulled a dildo and strap on harness from her bag and after stepping into it, walked to where his ass was laying at the edge of the desk. He tried in vain to close his legs, but the cuffs prevented it. She slipped a finger first into a jar of petroleum jelly, then into his nether hole, coating it thoroughly. Sensing what was to come, he tried to protest, to ask for mercy but the panties in his mouth precluded anything but a muffled moan. She continued coating both his ass and the dildo protruding obscenely from her groin. When she was satisfied he was ready, she slowly positioned the dildo at his hole and thrust herself inside him with one smooth motion. This shot was taken in such a manner as to show his face as she entered him. The look of pain and surprise on his face was not contrived. I was sure he really was suffering, his ass screaming from the unwelcome invasion. She paid no heed to his pain, continuing to stroke herself in and out until the friction of the dildo against her pussy drove her into the throes of another shattering climax.



Not until then did she relent, pulling the dildo from his ass. She reached beneath him and finding his cock, teased him about how hard it was. She wondered aloud how could his cock stay so hard if he didn’t like what she had done to him. She removed the belt holding her panties in his mouth and using them on his cock, stroked and teased him, urging him to fill her panties with his semen. The hapless male was in no position to argue and his body betrayed him yet again, spurting his male essence into the silky folds of the panties wrapped around his cock. The video ended with the secretary handing him a fresh set of lingerie and commanding him to put them on. She let him know that this was not to be just a one time affair, in fact far from it. He was hers now and his life was to be spent “Forever in Panties.”



Watching the video had the predictable effect on my cock, and the restraint of the sheath had made me quite uncomfortable, not uncomfortable to shut the video off, just enough to constantly remind me that I was restrained in the most effective manner possible. I knew it would not be possible to attain any sort of relief while in the cock restraint, so I didn’t bother trying. The combination of the harness on my maleness and the constant pressure of the inflated butt plug coupled with thoughts of what Megan was going to do that evening and the effects of the video, made me as aroused as I had ever been in my life. To be that excited and at the same be denied the ability to relieve the pressure building in my loins was sweet torment indeed. I found myself looking forward to Megan’s return. I was ready to accept anything if only she would allow me some relief from the pressure building in my balls.



I went to the entertainment center to remove the tape and noticed a stack of books and magazines piled on the built in bookshelf. Curious, I picked them up and started reading the titles.



It immediately became apparent that Megan had been planning my submission for some time. Virtually every title had something to do with women putting their men in panties. Some were obviously works of fiction, others more along the lines of a “how to” manual. It was one of the latter that caught my eye and I pulled it down and began to browse through it. It was titled “How to Petticoat your Man”. The author took you step by step, all the way from identifying a likely prospect for feminization to the finer points of impressing on your new slave how enjoyable living in panties could be. While the author went to great lengths to impress the reader with the idea that men are here only to serve women, she also was quick to point out that at some point the slave should be allowed his own sexual release. It was also pointed out that at least initially, any form of release must be combined with either some form of bondage or humiliating situation, preferably both. A prospective Mistress was instructed to create a task/reward situation, associating obedience with intense pleasure.



At no point was a slave allowed to climax unless he was wearing lingerie. Furthermore, a Mistress must make sure he was denied the ability to “take matters in his own hands”. The only time he would be allowed the pleasure of release was when he was with his Mistress and under her control. The author suggested the exact same harness I was now wearing. This left me with no doubts as to where Megan was getting most of her information. I intended to read further in an attempt to find out what other sorts of training I could expect when I heard the sound of Megan’s car pulling into the driveway. I quickly put the book back and went back to the couch. I had barely settled there when the door opened and Megan strode in.



Glancing at the bookshelf, she commented, “I see some of my books are not where they were when I left. Were you doing a little light reading my pet?”



“Yes, a little,” I admitted. “I wanted to get some idea as to what sorts of things might be in store for me.”



“If our relationship is to flourish, you will have to leave that in my hands. You will have to learn to trust me and my judgement as to what is an appropriate training regimen.” Changing the subject, she continued, “I trust you watched the video I left for you before you started snooping in my library?”



“Once I discovered that there was no choice,” I replied. “I felt sorry for the man in that film, his Mistress wasn’t anywhere as gentle with him as you’ve been with me.”



“That was the primary purpose for my wanting you to see it. I want you to appreciate how easy you have it. Most women in my position don’t give a damn about their sissies. In fact, a lot of them only enjoy themselves when their slave is in pain.” She reached down and stroked my cheek, continuing, “You are fortunate that I would rather seduce you into your frillies than beat you into wearing them. I want us to share the pleasure of your submission. That can only occur if you are a willing participant in our playtime. I wanted to wait until later to take you to my bed, but I’m too worked up. It’s time to begin your final preparations. I want you to go up to the bathroom and remove all your lingerie. I will join you there in minute to remove your plug and clit protector.”



With no small amount of trepidation, I climbed the stairs and set about removing my nightie. I had barely closed the lid on the laundry hamper when Megan came in carrying a large rubber bag with a hose and nozzle attached.



“It’s time for your next lesson in feminine hygiene. I want you to be able to fully enjoy the feeling as I take you for the first time. Now that the plug has done its work, the final preparation will be to give your pussy a good douche.”



She put the bag down and used a small key to unlock the sheath from my cock. Next, she had me bend over and spread my legs while she deflated and removed the plug in my ass.



“Now, I want you to get down on your hands and knees and rest your shoulders on the floor,” she said as she began to fill the bag.

Anne shook, worn out from all of the sex that she had endured. Her pussy and ass hole were swollen and beat red. Natalia was in the same condition and yet Todd was not ready to release such a beautiful Russian woman.



“Get out.” Todd said, looking at Anne, who stared. Was he kidding around? She rose slowly, shaking as she grabbed her clothes and put them on.



Natalia sat up, watching Anne dress with a look of desire to do the same. She sighed as Anne left the room, running out and leaving this all behind. Lucky girl, Natalia thought.



A slap to the face turned her head around so she looked at Scott, who stood over her with his hand ready for another slap.



“What’s my name, slave?” he yelled.



“Master.” Natalia replied to the handsome Italian man.



“Good girl.” He replied with a laugh.



“Now what to do with you next? We covered anal beads, dildos, and cocks. You don’t seem tired enough to me. I have to think of something good. Oh yeah, something to make you scream.” Todd said, laughing. He sat down and looked around the room.



Suddenly, he stood and left after whispering something to Scott who beamed with joy. This terrified Natalia, who sat there and watched Todd walk out. She sighed again, breathing slowly, trying to ignore the pain in her pussy along with her back door. She was swollen and red, her pussy soaked from recently getting to cum. It didn’t look like she got a chance to rest though because Scott, with his olive skin and dark hair, got on his knees and stuck his face between her legs. She leaned back on her hands, her legs wrapping around his head as he licked her clit nice and slow. He pulled back to blow cold air onto her clit, making her moan. It felt so good, so relaxing. It was what her sore pussy needed.



This pleasure didn’t last long before Todd was returning, wheeling in a swing of some sort. Natalia’s heart sunk and Scott stood up, smiling again.



“Stand up and lets get started.” Todd smirked.



Natalia did as she was told. She walked to the swing where she was held up by her wrists, spread apart above her head. Her ass was supported by straps and her legs were connected to poles as well, stretched wide apart to reveal her bright red pussy with its swollen clit.



She closed her eyes, blocking out the two handsome men who were using her up as much as they could.



Immediately, Todd got behind Natalia, who was lifted off the floor in the swing. From behind he reached between her thighs and rubbed the outside of her pussy, stretching her lips and rubbing her clit. He got his hand wet then rubbed it between her ass crack. He slid one finger into her back door, making her yelp. She twisted a little in the swing, but had no choice but to take it.



Scott got in front, holding his thick and seven inch cock in his hand. he held his balls in his other hand, rubbing and squeezing them. As he rubbed the head of his dick over her pussy lips, Todd began to rub his on her asshole. Natalia clenched her eyes shut tight.



Scott slid only an inch in, then out, then in. He did this several times just as Todd slid the head of his cock into her asshole. Natalia’s eyes shot open and her mouth fell open, gasping as Todd’s dick intruded her tight ass hole. He slid more and more in, making her scream. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as the pain intensified. To make matters worse, Scott rammed all seven inches deep into her soaked cunt without any warning.



“Ahhh! Oh god! Oh god!” Natalia moaned and screamed at once.



The swing rocked with them, her wrists in pain in the cuffs above her. Scott and Todd rammed into her holes, making her cry and scream and moan. The pain was blurred with pleasure as the two men thrusted.



Scott began to rub her clit hard and fast, wanting her to cum all over his fat cock. Natalia screamed, twisting side to side, forcing Todd’s dick deeper inside of her ass hole. She felt their balls slapping together below her.



Her thighs tightened first. Then her eyes shut, her mouth ajar, her chest rising and falling. her nipples were hard, ready for the pleasure to erupt through her.



“Oh yess! Yes! Yes! Ah!” Natalia screamed as she moaned, an orgasm shaking her body.



This turned Todd on so much that he couldn’t resist shooting his load up into her ass hole. Disappointed that it was over so quickly, he pulled out slowly and walked away to clean off. Scott continued, thrusting into her tightened pussy. She shook in pain and pleasure. Scott felt her body tensing up and her pussy squeezing around his cock. He pulled out, shooting his load all over his stomach. He stroked his dick till every last drop was out.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I suggest reading Part One.



*



“We have to go to Parent’s Weekend to see Rosie,” Monica told me.



Her tone had the same awkward, forced affectation all our conversations had held for the past months. After the event with Desiree we didn’t speak, expressing our mutual fear and shame with our silence. We conversed politely in front of our daughter, and in social situations, but in private we awkwardly avoided each other. When summer ended Rosie had gone back to school for her senior year and we settled into an edgy remoteness, talking only of household needs as though we were roommates instead of the loving spouses we once were.



I don’t know what she thought of the events with Desiree, or how she felt; we had never discussed it. For the first few days after that evil, manipulative bitch left our house we hid from each other. As days passed we inevitably saw each other, passed terse words, and eventually settled into this silent agreement that the subject would not be raised, and that we would only talk to each other in public, in front of friends and family, pretending that nothing had happened, nothing had changed. But in private everything had changed. I had no idea who Monica was anymore, having seen a side of her that she had never shown before; a debased, disgusting willing participant in the most frightening sexual event of my history. She scared me, and the conditions that I participated under scared and shamed me.



Truth be told, I was just as frightened by my willingness to participate. Desiree had blackmailed me, sure, but I had gotten excited, and enjoyed the sex. Seeing my wife acting so sexually had aroused me, and I was ashamed of my participation. And I had too easily surrendered to the idea of fucking a young college girl. I tried unsuccessfully to convince myself that I had been forced to participate, but I knew in my heart that I enjoyed it, and the desire scared the hell out of me.



“Why?” I asked. “We haven’t gone in two years. We went her first year of school; that’s what parents do.” I avoided her eyes as I spoke. I still couldn’t look at her without seeing Desiree’s Pet, the woman who willingly choked on my cock, and licked my cum from her Mistress’s young pussy.



“I already told her we’d go,” she replied meekly.



“You told Rosie we’d go?” I snapped angrily. “Without discussing it with me first?” We were eating dinner, and I slammed my fork down. “What the hell, Monica?” I looked at her, feeling the anger on my face, and she winced as she saw my expression. “Why would you do that without asking me?”



“She — she told me to…” she trailed off.



“Rosie told you to come up?”



Monica lowered her head, her hands in her lap. I couldn’t see her face, but when I opened my mouth to keep yelling I saw her shoulders trembling, and my anger softened a little. “I’m sorry,” she squeaked. “My — my — my Mistress…”



“Your WHAT!?!” I bellowed.



She raised her head then, looked at me, and steeled her nerve. “My Mistress told me to tell Rosie we were coming up. So I did.” As much as she had screwed her courage to say the words, her lip trembled, and her hands came to the table, shredding her napkin. “I’m sorry, Roy. She called. She told me we have to come to see her, and to tell Rosie we were coming.”



“Fuck!” I screamed, and slammed my fork down on the table.



“I couldn’t say no,” she continued, pleading for my understanding. “I couldn’t. I tried, but she, she” she paused, took a breath. A tear trickled down her cheek, and I remembered her, crying as she licked Desiree’s shaved pussy. “She Ordered me.” I could hear the importance the words held for her as she said it.



“God damn it, Monica!” I blasted as I stood and knocked my chair over. I felt the fear, then; the terror of the young girl’s power over us, the seductive and manipulative control she wielded. She had seen something in my wife that I had never known; a desire to be controlled and commanded, a willingness to do unspeakably debasing sexual things, and she’d used it, and blackmailed me into participating, seducing and threatening me into the hottest and most frightening sex I’d ever had. She had left our lives a shambles, and now she was back. In a phone call she had turned my wife against me.



We talked late into the night; me berating her for her weakness, she alternately defending and apologizing for the same. She begged me to go along, telling me she needed to see her, but I insisted we resist, that we defy her, break ourselves free. In the end I turned her to my side. We would go, we would see our daughter, and we would stand up to this seductress Desiree. If need be we would confess to Rosie what had happened, and take her friend’s power over us away. Time and distance from the event that afternoon had given me courage, fired by my anger, but I needed Monica with me, standing strong against a seemingly harmless college student. In the end I got her commitment that she could resist, WOULD resist, and would stand with me.



And so a few months later we found ourselves pulling into a hotel parking lot near the college and unloading our bags for the weekend. Monica moved in silent trepidation, while I had boundless nervous energy. We had spoken sparingly on the ride up; the only words passed between us were to bolster our resolve to end this debacle. We had arrived a day early, not telling Rosie, so that we could confront Desiree and lay down the law. We settled into the room and after arranging our clothes, I volunteered to go get us some takeout while she cleaned up after the trip.



I was back in under an hour to find the hotel room empty. Monica’s cell phone lay on the center of the still-made bed, blinking a new text message. I flipped it open to see:



MESSAGE FROM: MISTRESS ROY. CALL ME



In a panic, I dropped the phone. My chest tightened and I began gasping for breath. Had she kidnapped Monica? I immediately thought of calling the police, but when I considered what I would say to them, I discarded the idea. “Officer, this girl, she kidnapped my wife,” I would tell them, “to force her to have kinky sex.” They would ask how I knew that, and even if I lied, I would have to admit what had happened at our house, even if I said that she blackmailed us both. How, they would ask. I would have to tell them something. And then when they found her, Desiree would tell her side, how my wife went to her willingly. Could I count on Monica to stand with me, to swear to my lies? And how would I explain that the girl’s phone number was in my wife’s cell listed as ‘mistress’? There would be public announcement, a scandal. I was willing to tell Rosie what had happened, but I didn’t want our family publicly humiliated.



I frantically tossed the options back and forth in my head for almost another hour. Finally, feeling trapped and defeated, at least for the moment, I picked up the cell and dialed.



“Hello, Roy. It’s nice to hear from you.” Her voice dripped with antagonism.



“Where is she!” I barked. “What have you done with Monica?”



“Relax, baby, she’s fine. She’s with my friends.” I wondered what kind of friends this girl had, then remembered that our daughter was friends with her. “Do you want to see her? Come and see me, we have some things to discuss.”



“You release her right now, or-”



“Or what, Roy? Or you’ll tell your daughter about what I’ve done with you and my little pet?” There was silence as I wondered how she knew, then felt crushed as she continued. “Do you think my pet hasn’t told me your plans?” I heard her snicker derisively. “Come to me, Roy. We will talk, and you will see your wife. I will send the directions to Monica’s phone.” She disconnected. In a few seconds the phone chirped with driving instructions.



Confused and desperate, I stumbled to the car and followed the directions to a house a few miles from campus. As I came to the door it opened, and Desiree was there, that evil seductive grin I remembered glowing on her face.



“Roy! Good boy, you got here quickly. Come inside.” She was dressed casually, in jeans and a tee shirt, and her young body strode confidently as I followed her inside. I fought against recognizing the seductive attraction of the young girl’s body. We sat in the living room and she offered me a bottled water. I took it and drank, not realizing till then that I was parched. I looked around the room as I drank. It was obviously a student rental house, the mismatched furniture and décor an obvious collection of salvaged and discarded pieces.



She sat on the couch across from me, and curled a leg underneath her, lowering her head and looking at me with hostility and disdain from under lowered brows. “You’ve disappointed me, Roy. You disobeyed my instructions, and squandered my gift. You’ve made me very angry.” I said nothing, resisting her efforts to control me, concerned for Monica’s safety. “Worse than that, you conspired against me, and tried to turn my little Pet against me. That was bad, Roy. Very bad.” She grinned. “Fortunately your wife was obedient enough to fill me in on your little plot, so I was able to work around it. She is reaping her reward for her loyalty, like a good pet.” Her grin became sinister. “Did you really think you could defeat me, Roy? Did you really think you could take her from me?” She laughed then, a short, bitter sound coming from someone so young. “You don’t know who you’re up against, any more than you know your own wife!”



“Where is she?” I demanded. “I want to see her, now.”



Her voice became angry and sharp. “Easy, Roy,” she snapped. “She’s fine. You’ll see her soon. You just cool your jets a little while, so we can straighten things out between us. You have some things to answer for!”



“I won’t succumb to your will,” I insisted, “you- you-”



“Watch it!” she snarled, leaning forward in her chair. “You watch your words, or I swear to God I will take Monica from you and you’ll never see her again!” I swallowed my words at the threat, my chest tight, and my arms and legs twitching nervously. She looked me up and down. “That’s better. Control yourself. Nothing is happening to Monica that she doesn’t want,” she said slowly, as if explaining to a child. “She’s a wonderful Pet, Roy. She has almost no resistance, no hesitation. And she missed me. She missed pleasing me; she wants me to control her. Her desire to obey me is so complete, it becomes desire to enjoy herself, no matter what I tell her to do.” Her voice softened a little as she spoke. “I thought you understood, after our little … dalliance in your home,” she smirked. “I thought you understood that about her now, that I had made that clear. And I thought you were on board. You said you were…” she trailed off, and raised an eyebrow inquisitively.



“You can’t make me do anything,” I insisted feebly. “Monica and I agreed, we’ll tell Rosie about you, what you did, how you made us — do things.”



“I know, Monica told me.” She shook her head and laughed to herself, mocking my defiance. “Your resistance is almost cute. It would be cuter if it wasn’t so inept and useless.” She laughed again, and reached for her water. “Silly man. Do you think Rosie doesn’t know how I am? What do you think we were fighting about that day at your house?” She drank, then chuckled. “Oh, you’re something. You’re in this so far over your head. Go ahead, tell her. Explain to your precious little girl that you fucked me because I threatened to tell her that her Mom is a submissive slut who can’t resist licking my cunt. Go ahead. It doesn’t matter.”



“Don’t talk about my wife that way!” I blurted, still clinging to the idea that Monica and I were in this together, that we could get past it, extricate ourselves from this web of debauchery.



“Roy,” she stood, taking a few steps to a desk in the corner, where a laptop sat. “Do you want to see Monica?”



“Yes, dammit! I told you that.”



“Come over here, sit.” She motioned to a chair in front of the small desk. “See your wife.” She opened the laptop and clicked the mouse a few times, opening a video player. “See what she was doing before you came over.”



The screen burst to life with images and sound, and there, in front of my eyes, was Monica, my sweet Monica, on her hands and knees. “See? This was her reward for her obedience.” She was mostly naked, grunting as a young man shoved his hard cock into her mouth. Behind her, a tall black fellow was fucking her doggie style, and she gasped every time the cock pulled out of her mouth. “Those are my friends, some of my boys. They’re enjoying her pretty good, no?” I felt suddenly light-headed, and slumped in the chair as Monica’s voice begged the man to fuck her harder, to make her cum on his cock. It felt like all the blood had drained from my head, and I nearly passed out. I blinked hard several times and found myself staring, entranced by the images. Monica reached to the laptop and froze the video. In the frame, Monica’s mouth was stretched wide with the boy in front pressing his stomach against her nose, her throat bulging, and the black hand of the boy fucking her was pressed deeply into the flesh at her hips.



She put her lips to my ear and whispered breathily,”I guess you’re not ready to see her as she really is, huh?” Her question dripped with amusement at my reaction. “And I guess it’s hard to admit that she’s a submissive slut.” She kissed my ear, and I felt her tongue play at my earlobe. “If it makes you feel better, she didn’t come here to have sex with those boys. She came here for me. She’s doing that because I told her to; told her to enjoy it.” She reached over and rubbed my crotch, feeling my shrunk and wilted cock. “Not exciting you, Roy? Let’s watch some more,” she teased. She reached for the laptop and the video resumed, my wife bouncing between the two young boys, her body shifting forward and back between their cocks, impaled at both ends while she grunted and moaned with apparent delight.



I stared in shock as Desiree pulled a chair alongside me. “She’s hot, Roy, isn’t she? Look at her taking that cock in her pussy, she loves it,” she tormented, leaning into my ear to make sure I heard her over the sounds assaulting my senses. “She’s making me hot. Is she making you hot?” She reached for my crotch again, this time fondling and rubbing my member. I felt it begin to react, and steeled myself.



“Is she liking my friends?” As I watched, the black guy pulled all the way out, his cock was long and thick and it glistened with her wetness. He motioned to the other guy, who pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. For a second her head lunged forward, mouth open, trying to recapture him. In a flash the tall black kid moved her, turning her to him, and he laid himself down on his back, pulling my wife on top of him, kneeling above him with her knees at his sides, straddling his torso, and he reached between them as she settled her hips. Her mouth opened with a loud moan as he re-entered her. Then he grabbed her shoulders, and kissed him, her mouth open.



I gasped as I saw their tongues wrestling as she panted into his mouth wetly. Until then, I guess, I could still tell myself she was being forced, but she was kissing him passionately, hungrily. She WANTED to kiss him. It was a deep, desirous kiss, and it hurt me even as my dick began to harden in Desiree’s hand.



“Here’s the best part,” she whispered in my ear, and watching my wife tongue-kiss the black college stud, I almost missed the boy behind her, stroking his cock, making it glisten. Then his hands were at her ass, and she grunted into the prone boys mouth as he held her shoulders down. And the young man behind her grabbed his shaft, aimed, and pressed in. On the screen, Monica squealed, half pain and half delight. He was pushing his cock into her ass! Against my will my cock began filling, and Desiree noticed. “O-oh, you like that?” The boy behind her was moving back and forth; as I watched, more and more of his young stiff rod disappeared inside her back door.



“So, whaddaya think, Roy? Is she liking getting her ass fucked? Is she liking getting doubled by my young stud friends?” I opened my mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Monica, shouting from the laptop speakers.



“Oh, fuck yeah, fuck my ass! Shove you r cock in my ass and my cunt! Fuck!”



Desiree laughed. “Well, I guess that answers that question!” She reached for the laptop and froze the video. I stared at the still image, seeing my wife’s pale flesh displayed, the muscles in her legs straining to hold her in place, her head angled up, mouth frozen open in a howl of pleasure. Desiree squeezed my cock, now fully hard. “Looks like you enjoyed it, too!” she quipped, and released me and sat back, angling her chair to mine to face me. She reached for my chin and turned my head to hers, away from the image on the screen.



“She didn’t turn against you, you know,” she explained, again like she was addressing an innocent. “You never had her. She was mine the whole time, since the day at your house, when she first swore herself to me.” He voice became playful, teasing. “I knew I had her. I thought I had you, as well.” Her lips curled and her eyes darkened. “I certainly had you that day.” The smile vanished. “But you, you ungrateful, spiteful man, you turned against me. After you promised, you broke your word.” She leaned into me, hissing her words with venom. “I told you to use her, to make her mine, keep her mine, through you. But you ran away from her, wouldn’t talk to her.” She sat back again, relaxing into her chair. “She told me everything. When I told her to come see me, to tell you to come up and see Rosie, I warned her that you might turn on me. That she would lose me. She couldn’t bear it. I told her to play along, to get you here. And here you are,” she added, leaning forward again, and grabbing for my crotch. “Oh, too bad, soft again. We’ll have to fix that.”



“I won’t do what you ask,” I told her, trying to sound stronger than I felt. “You can’t make me. I will confess to Rosie. She’ll understand.” A thought occurred to me, and I used her words against her. “You said she knows how you are. She’ll believe me.”



“Oh yes, she will,” Desiree snarled. “That threat won’t work on you, not anymore.” Her eyes narrowed. “But listen to me, and hear me, Roy. You WILL submit to me. Not as willingly as your wife, but you will. Just like last time.” She leaned in and lowered her voice; I turned my head away. “Or the next time I show you a video, it will be your sweet little innocent Rosie on the screen, getting her cunt and ass pounded.” She grabbed my face in her hands, turned me to look into her eyes. “Would you like that? Would your dick get hard then, like it did watching your slut of a wife? You want to see your little girl debase herself at my command?” She threw my face back. “Because she is just like your wife. I will make HER my pet, if I can’t have you.”



The idea of Rosie participating in such an event was too much, and I felt my remaining resolve leave me. Images of the video I had just seen flashed through my head, but this time my little girl, my sweet innocent daughter, was doubled over, calling to have her ass fucked. I could hear her voice in my head, and I shuddered, and lowered my head in defeat. I took several breaths, and resigned myself to cooperate, while a knot of anger grew in my stomach for my weak-willed wife, for putting me in this situation. I turned my head to Desiree.



“Fine,” I whispered.



“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” she mocked.



“Fine,” I repeated, louder. “I cooperate. I’ll- I’ll do what you say.” I couldn’t hide the hostility in my voice. I glared at her, and she laughed carelessly, dismissing my emotion.



“A-aw, how cute, Roy is angry. You want to be angry, you want to take it out on someone? Why don’t we go upstairs and see what your wife is up to? Would you like that?”

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