Babysitters Education

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Babysitter's Education -- Chapter 01 By Tappy McWidestance

My name is Mia and I am a freshman in college. Before you ask, no it's not a big fancy Ivy League school or even a state university. I'm going to my local community college for a couple of years to save money. My goal is to go to law school some day so I still have seven years of expensive university in front of me so I figured getting my basic classes out of the way in a more cost effective way was a good thing. It's been quite a transition. In high school I was a cheerleader and dated guys on the football and basketball team. I was part of the in crowd, always invited to the hot parties and always had guys fawning over me. After graduation, that changed. All my friends had jobs so we couldn't hang out like we once did and if we did get together it was never in a big group. Then in August, they all went away to school leaving me to be, well, just me. I had just turned 19 and was starting at a new school where I knew nobody and where nobody would think I was special. It was a culture shock.

I dove into my studies and slowly began to enjoy college life; although I was always a bit jealous of my friends as I imagined them having wild parties all the time and enjoying their freedom away from home. I still lived with my parents, which was OK since we got along fine, but it did preclude me from partying too much or experimenting with drugs, sex and other things like a stereotypical college student. That's not to say I was a nun, but I just pictured my old girlfriends hooking up every weekend with some hot college stud, going to fraternity parties or both.

It wasn't until my second semester that I believe my real education began. That was when I took a Women's Studies and Comparative Cultures class. While the class was fascinating as it dealt with how people around the world lived in different ways, specifically how cultures affected women's lives, the real benefit was the teacher. A woman named Renee taught the class. She was French, having come to America nine years ago to go to college. She said she had met a boy in school and got married right after graduation. Unfortunately the marriage didn't last and now at 28-years old, she was single and making her way. None of that would have mattered if Renee didn't also have a four-year-old son and needed a babysitter every other weekend. When she asked if anyone in the class had a younger sister who babysat, I raised my hand and she asked me to stay after class to discuss it.

Renee was surprised that I was volunteering for the babysitting job. I had experience from when I was in high school and I could always use some extra money. She told me she was hesitant because it could look like she was trading my services for a better grade, but I reassured her that was the furthest thing from my mind (I didn't need help with getting a good grade) and that I would keep it a secret if that made her more comfortable.

I started babysitting on Friday and Saturday nights, every other week. Her ex-husband took her son every other weekend and on Wednesday nights and she explained to me that she "needed some adult contact" on the weekend to keep herself sane, "if you know what I mean."

I did know what she meant and even commiserated a bit with her that since my friends were away from school, my party schedule was greatly diminished and I rarely dated. That is why I was free on the weekends. While I wouldn't say we were friends, we did get to know each other a little more than a typical student/teacher relationship. Every other Friday and Saturday night, I would show up at her house about 8pm. She liked that I was older and could stay up later. Her son was almost always ready for bed, so after Renee left, always looking very formal with an alluring dress and impeccable make-up, he would go to sleep and I would study or watch a movie. She would return, usually about midnight. She would then have a glass of wine or two to wind down while we talked about her dates, my boring social life or just chatted about current events. Renee was actively traversing the singles bar scene looking for someone to connect with. It was kind of depressing knowing that in time, I too might be making that journey if I didn't find someone at school. Every week that she didn't find the next Mr. Right was a conversation about why American men are such pigs I had with her while she drank. Some nights she came home later (1 or 2am) having obviously hooked-up with somebody. Those guys were Mr. Right Now. Those nights found her in a better mood, if only for a couple days until it was clear they were not calling her back. We never talked details, but it made me feel sad for her.

I didn't understand why she couldn't find somebody. She was beautiful, educated and her French accent was alluring, or so any boy who heard it at school would tell me if we talked about her. Maybe it was cultural or maybe she was just still on the defensive about getting emotionally involved. But that changed when she met Mr. X. I called him that because she never mentioned anything about him including his name. She met him on a Saturday night. She left the house wearing, well, what I considered a pretty slutty dress showing lots of leg and a fair amount of cleavage. She also had on stockings and four-inch stilettos. She didn't mention it, but I knew it had been a few weeks since she got lucky and I guess she was trying to stack the deck in her favor. I made a mental note to be prepared for her to get home late. That didn't bother me. I usually fell asleep on the couch and she always paid for the extra time without a fuss. I told her "good luck" and winked at her as she walked out the door. She smiled back and said, "Luck is not a factor."

As was the usual case, her son slept through the night with nary a peep from the baby monitor disturbing me. I got caught up on my studies and watched a movie. About 11pm my phone chirped and I saw that Renee had texted me saying she was going to be late. Possibly as late as 3am. I told her that wasn't a problem and sent her the wink emoji. I then finished my movie and started another one, but I fell asleep about 12:30. I woke to the sound of her heels on the hardwood floor. She was trying to sneak past me, but bumped into the coffee table. I immediately woke up, for a moment forgetting where I was. She was giggling. I'd never seen her like that. She was also walking like she was sore. As I got my wits back, I realized she was drunk. And from her messed up hair and make-up, not to mention her dress being wrinkled far more than when she left, I deduced that she got lucky that night. From the way she was walking gingerly, I'd say she got seriously lucky as somebody had obviously fucked her right. Of course, I didn't say anything as that would be inappropriate, but I was happy for her. I must say, I could use a fucking like that as well.

I said good night to her and began walking toward the door. She offered me the guest bedroom since it was so late, but I declined. She didn't live far from my parent's house and I wanted to go home. She looked a little disappointed like maybe she wanted to talk (brag) about what happened, but I really didn't want to know the details.

Two weeks later on Friday night, she was again dressed pretty trashy and giggled that she would be home late and hoped I didn't mind. She again said I was welcome to the guest bedroom instead of crashing on the couch and just said to take the baby monitor with me if I did that. It was after 3 when she staggered into the living room. Her dress was still neat, but her make-up showed signs of crying and her hair was a mess. But she was in a great mood. This time I did stay for a few minutes of girl talk while she drank a glass of wine but all I could get out of her about her date was that she now had a friend with benefits that could "keep her sane."

Each night I babysat she would return happier than when she left and definitely unkempt from her flawless condition when she had walked out of the door earlier. I was a bit jealous. Monday through Friday in class she was a model professor, professional in every way. But every other Friday and Saturday night, she would return home doing the walk of shame, although not displaying that she was embarrassed about it. I began to formulate theories about Mr. X and the benefits he was providing. Then fate intervened. I was studying in the living room as usual when the Wi-Fi went out. This had happened once before and I found her router on a desk in her bedroom. I had rebooted it before and that solved the problem so I went to do it again. What I found, however, changed my life.

Sitting next to the laptop on her desk, was a small leather book. I'm not sure what possessed me to pick it up and open the cover, but I found it was her journal. I wasn't surprised that she kept a journal (I had done so in the past) but I was surprised she left it out. I guess she didn't think I would be in her bedroom. I was curious, so I started leafing through the pages. Most of it was about the end of her marriage and starting teaching at a new school. I wasn't overly interested in the school pages, but looking at the dates I realized which pages were about her divorce. Those were more interesting to me. I knew I shouldn't do it, but I took the journal back to the living room and began reading it. The pages surrounding her divorce were very dark and spoke of tremendous heartache. I empathized with her, although I had no real frame of reference for what she was feeling. The pages detailing her time spent at the singles bars were also rather depressing. Even the pages showing joy at a hook-up, we tempered by entries a few days later of anger. Then we got to the section dealing with the first night I saw her come home after meeting Mr. X.

Alas there were no details as to names or places, but there was detail about what they did. Renee wrote about meeting in a bar and immediately falling under FWB's spell. How they left the bar without the usual hours of fake chat, drinking and dancing. How they both just knew and how Renee followed when FWB said they were leaving.

It turns out; I was right to assume she got fucked good and proper that first night. Again the journal had no details about his anatomy or exactly what he did to her, but she did detail how she felt and that nobody had ever "filled me so completely." I admit I had a mental picture of what that might look like. I've never thought of girls sexually, but I could picture Renee with her stocking clad legs spread while Mr. X had his way with her. She also described being flipped onto her hands and knees without being asked and that she hated when her ex wanted to do her doggie style, but how she came over and over in that position that night. Apparently she lost track of her orgasms before Mr. X was through with her. That certainly explained her labored walk that night. She also mentioned loving the feeling of just being flipped over without being asked and taken. That sounded good to me too.

Damn, I thought to myself. My boyfriends always squirted within minutes. Mr. X seemed to go forever. I remember thinking Renee was a lucky woman. I also remember feeling my panties getting wet reading about her night. By the time I read about her next "date" with FWB, my fingers were in my panties and I was trying hard to get off. Masturbating is something I do frequently since I don't have a boyfriend, but thinking about a girl getting drilled was a first for me as I brought myself to orgasm. Yes I was thinking about his apparently always-hard dick and how he never quit until Renee was completely spent. But I was also thinking about how my impeccably put together professor was being splayed open and having her holes used. And yes, but their second encounter he had used all three and apparently she loved it.

Having orgasmed once already, I took the journal back into her bedroom and placed it back on the desk. I then went back to the living room, but I couldn't concentrate on the movie because I was imagining what Renee was probably doing right now. I knew I could read a few more weeks into the future, but I preferred to fantasize about her. I told myself the next time I babysat, I could read her journal and see if my predictions were right. I fell asleep not long after that. Renee came home a little earlier that night, but as was now her custom, she was unkempt. I woke with a start again. I had been dreaming about Renee and her FWB. My panties were soaked, but fortunately I was wearing blue jeans so the wetness would not show. Renee was tired and said she was going right to bed. I went home and masturbated with my vibrator until I fell asleep.

As I sat in Renee's class that week it was hard to concentrate on her lecture when all I could see when I looked at her was a wild woman enjoying her life to the fullest. I had to figure out a way to put her adventurous side out of my mind, but that proved difficult, especially when I read more of her journal next time I babysat. This time I wore a short skirt and blouse to her house. It was a little out of place, but I explained I had a dinner date before coming over. She bought my ruse. As usual she was dressed to the nines for her evening. I waited for about an hour after she left and her son went to sleep to go look for her journal. It wasn't on the desk this time. Was it just a mistake last time? Did she realize I had read it and didn't say anything? I found it in her desk drawer so I told myself I was just being paranoid about it.

I give Renee credit. She wrote something every day. I had never been that dedicated to my own journal. She also grew more detailed as her FWB relationship grew, although there still were no details about him. Apparently, though, not satisfied to just fuck her senseless, he had begun using her in kinky ways. This was a revelation to me. It's not that I was ignorant to the ways of BDSM, at least in theory, but I'd never met anyone who had participated. That had apparently changed as Renee obviously had developed a love for being tied up. Not only being tied up, but teased with vibrators and not being allowed to cum until she begged (edging she called it), being spanked, and even riding some kind of machine called a Sybian until she collapsed. I had to look that one up. That night, when I masturbated reading her journal, I supplemented my reading with streaming videos of what she described. They were not of her, but at least I could imagine what she would look like.

One of the things she described was being bound spread eagle on the bed. Mr. X apparently left just enough slack in her ropes so that she could twist and struggle a bit, but she wasn't going to get lose. He also blindfolded her. Then, in a masterpiece of teasing, hung a Hitachi Wand (I had to look that one up too) from the ceiling so it swung back and forth as she struggled bouncing off her pussy. She described how maddening it was that every time she remained calm enough to have the wand rest on her happy spot, the vibrations excited her too much to hold still and she would rock to the side knocking the Hitachi off its pleasure target. FWB left her like that for about an hour until she was covered in sweat and "blabbering like an idiot" (her words) begging to be allowed to cum.

I had never even contemplated such a thing, but as I streamed a video of a woman using a Hitachi on herself, I was overwhelmed with how much fun it would be to be put in Renee's situation. When I masturbated, I sometimes went fast to get off quickly and I sometimes went slow to make the sensations last. The idea that someone else would control that pace and drive me insane with desire was appealing. I came quickly reading Renee's journal just like last time. Now I wanted to make myself climax again, but much slower. It was close to midnight and I figured I had an hour or two before Renee got home. I put the journal away so I wouldn't get busted and then, for the first time, went into the guest bedroom and flopped onto the bed.

I would have loved to strip down for this part of the story, but I was afraid Renee would come home early and I didn't have a good excuse why I would be naked. I did lie on the bed stretching my arms and legs toward the corners as she had described. Granted, I could move them any time so I didn't get her full experience, but at least I got a taste. I lay in the dark that way imagining Renee's FWB had me tied as well. Mr. X was teasing me the same way he teased Renee. After about ten minutes alone with my naughty thoughts, I slide one hand under my skirt and under the elastic band of my panties. I was incredibly turned on. Normally when I feel like this I go for the quick, cum at all costs method of masturbating. But since Renee had been teased to the breaking point, I attempted to do the same. I was not successful. Even just thinking about having the Hitachi bouncing between my legs had me emotionally sensitive and when my fingers began to rub my clit, I came almost immediately. But I didn't stop there.

The journal also described Renee being on her hands and knees with her face in her pillow and ass in the air. She was spanked, fingered and then fucked with a vibrator "when she asked nicely and pledged to be a good slut." (Again her words)

After I came in my self-imposed spread eagle, I rolled over onto my tummy and raised myself up to my knees mimicking her position. I have never been spanked, but I had read a bit on the subject and knew it could be quite erotic and give the spankee a kind of runner's high. I had two problems with this position. First, it's tough to give yourself a firm hand spanking. I tried to hit myself, but I always slowed down right before impact. I think part of that was I didn't want to feel the pain but another part of me was worried the noise would wake up Renee's son. One thing I was not prevented from achieving was the fingering part. I pulled my panties down to my thighs and I reached between my legs and slid two fingers into my wet and very needy pussy.

As I was fucking myself, between throaty moans into the pillow, I made a mental note to try spanking myself at home when my parents were out. I wouldn't have to worry about the noise and I figured I could borrow a paddle from the ping pong table downstairs if I couldn't bring myself to slap my butt hard enough. Again the vision of a helpless Renee, her ass bright red of her spanking, her pussy dripping from being fingered firmly, but not quite hard enough to make her orgasm, begging Mr. X to fuck her. And fuck her he did, at least in my mind.

Renee never described Mr. X, but if she was willing to do all these kinky things for him, he had to be a Greek God with a huge, hard cock. At least that was how I pictured him. My fingers were certainly smaller than his dick, but I imagined it was him pummeling me from behind. Fortunately the pillow kept my moans from escaping too far. I'd like to say I lasted half and hour or more with this game, but the truth be told, I only made it a couple minutes longer than when I was spread eagled, and that was probably only because my second orgasm always takes longer than the first. I was actually surprised I came so fast the second time. I usually struggle to cum more than once, but I suppose that is because I am with lame lovers and at least in my fantasy world, I was with a stallion.

I would have liked to have just curled up in that bed right then, but I probably looked as disheveled as Renee would when she got home so I got up to make myself presentable. My pussy was demanding more attention. That confused me because I'd never cum more than twice in a day, but my body was telling me I needed more. Looking at the bathroom clock I saw it was 12:30 and decided any further pleasure would have to wait until I got home to my trusty vibrator. When Renee finally arrived home, I was back to being the good, innocent babysitter, although I couldn't wait to get home again, strip off my clothes and get myself off until I couldn't cum any more. But something was off with Renee.

Her hair and make-up were the usual mess, but she was walking straight and she wasn't happy. I could tell she was mad. Oh she tried not to show it, but I could tell her evening had not gone as well as her past adventures. Just from her walk I figured she didn't get her usual screwing. Maybe her monthly visitor had shown up. I didn't think it was my place to notice she was upset. We'd never talked about what she did on these nights out and if I had not found her journal, I'd have never known what a wild woman she hid. I said my goodbye and then stopped to confirm she needed me the next night. I was concerned she had broken up with FWB, but I was hoping she said yes because I wanted to read her journal entry and see what went wrong tonight. She seemed puzzled why I would confirm she still needed me, but said yes, 8 o'clock as usual and expect that I might be needed later than usual. That statement made me really want to find out what happened tonight.

Back in the safety of my bed, and with my pillow pressed firmly over my face to muffle my screams of pleasure, I rode my vibe until I came three more times to set a personal best of five orgasms in a day. I was pretty tired when I crawled out of bed Saturday morning, but at least I wouldn't have to see Renee in class before I would find out what happened to upset her Friday night.

Saturday night I prepared myself as if I was going on a date, even if it was just a date with Renee's journal. I wore the shorter skirt with cute panties, although I figured they would be soaked through even before I got to Renee's. Surprisingly she was dressed down. I did mention she didn't look like her normal self and asked if she and FWB had broken up. She told me they were not going out tonight but were going to Netflix and chill so I shouldn't wait up. She again invited me to use the guest bedroom and I thought I detected a wink when she said it, but the lighting was poor so I might have just imagined that. If she did wink, that meant she knew I had used the bed for more than sleep. I didn't think I had messed up the cover or left any evidence so I decided it was just my own horny brain playing tricks on me.

Like the night before, I let Renee's son settle into a deep slumber before going searching for her journal. I went back to the living room instead of the guest bedroom just to be sure I wasn't leaving any evidence that would get me in trouble. I also had brought my vibe and it was in my purse sitting on the couch. I quickly thumbed through her journal hoping she had written about the night before. Fortunately for me, she had. Unfortunately for her, I now knew why she was upset last night. FWB had not let her cum. I would have been furious too.

I sat on the couch reading over and over again her description of being bound and teased but not allowed to orgasm. I did not have that problem as my vibe kept my juices flowing and brought me off twice before I finished her recap. As I told you, I thought it was exciting picturing her bound and teased, but that was always with the understanding that when she begged, Mr. X would let her cum. If he didn't, I wasn't down with that. Apparently he fucked her too and ordered her not to cum if she didn't want to get punished again. Again. That meant he punished her once, took his pleasure and left her hanging, metaphorically. I was fucking myself silly with my vibe imagining her helpless and unable to pleasure herself. Perversely that turned me on and my own orgasms flowed like never before until I reached the end of her journal entry. I put her journal down and rode my vibe to one more climax (I think it was number four) before I took a break. I was spent and it was only 11pm.

I probably would have fallen asleep soon after that, had I not checked to see if there was a journal entry for today. I had assumed she wrote them after I left, but since her last entry was full of anger that she had not orgasmed, I wondered if she wrote more about that. As it turns out she did. And the entry was not what I was expecting.

"I am so pissed off that I'm not allowed to cum. My infraction was not that bad. Now I've been ordered to edge myself to make my torment worse. Beyond that, I've been ordered to watch the video of myself being teased. It will be damn near impossible to complete this task without masturbating and if I so much as touch my clit, in the state I'm in I will cum. I'll have to do it during naptime. I don't know how I'll keep myself quiet. But I love it and don't want to live any other way."

I felt my pussy get all squishy again as I read the entry over and over. Not only did FWB tease her last night and not let her cum, he had ordered her to do it again before their rendezvous tonight. I knew I had to play with myself again using this new information to fuel my own fantasies. I almost missed the part where she said she had to watch a video of herself. That was a new dimension. I'd watched videos of other people doing the things she described, but now I had to find one staring her.

I put the journal back in the desk just in case I forgot later because I was, um, distracted. I didn't need it anymore. I had memorized the last entry. It was burned into my brain. Then I had to locate the video. Unfortunately it wasn't as easy as opening the DVD player. She knew I watched movies so unless her brain was as frazzled as mine was right now, she wouldn't have left it out. I looked through her DVD collection opening all of the jewel boxes thinking she might have hidden it in one of them, but no luck. Then I had the realization that it was probably just a file on her laptop. If that was the case, I was out of luck because I didn't have her password. In desperation I looked in the drawer with the journal, but came up empty. I tried the drawer on the other side of the desk and bingo... paydirt. It was a DVD-R simply labeled R in Sharpie. That had to be it. With my hands shaking, I took the disk back to the living room and put it in the player. I turned the volume way down because I didn't know how loud the sound would be and of course, I didn't want to wake Renee's son. If this was a video of his mom, I didn't want to have to explain what she was doing. Fortunately it was the correct DVD and less than 30 seconds after she appeared on screen, sound or no sound, my vibe was back to assaulting my pussy.

I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. Renee, as she said in her journal, was tied up. She was naked and as beautiful as I had imagined. As I told you, I'd never really thought of women in a sexual context, but if anybody could flip me it was Renee. She had such a sensual, exotic quality to her. The fact that she was hogtied, unable to move and had a big vibrator sticking out of her pussy may have helped my attraction. How many times had I brought myself off thinking of that exact thing just based on reading about it in her journal? Now I was watching it for myself. She was trussed tightly so there was no escape, but she was able to rock back and forth a bit. I don't know if that was moving the vibe enough to bring her off, but she was certainly trying. I did not have that problem. I was able to position my own vibe just right so I could just sit back and enjoy the show with waves of pleasure flowing through my body.

The hogtied scene lasted about five minutes. Renee was sweating and begging to be allowed to cum. I'm sure the video was edited down and that she probably was in that position much longer. But the DVD jumped to her on her hands and knees. As described in the journal, her face was in a pillow and her ass was in the air. Her ass was also bright red. She had obviously been freshly spanked. She had not described this event accurately in her journal, or maybe I just forgot it, but her ankles were attached to a spreader bar keeping her legs spread and her pussy and asshole open and available. I could only theorize about the spanking part, but her pussy was glistening as the camera was apparently set on a tripod centered behind her so she obviously enjoyed it. There was also a big jewel that appeared to be coming out of her ass. (I didn't know about jeweled butt plugs at the time.) Her wrists were also tied, but not to the bed. She had been given a Hitachi Wand and was holding it against her pussy. I imagine with her wrists tied it was tough not to drop the wand, but she clearly had inspiration borne out of necessity not to do so. But something seemed off so I turned up the volume just a bit. I heard the buzz of the Hitachi and the moans of a woman in pleasure, but then it stopped and I heard a groan. Then she begged to an unseen person. "Please Carter," she beseeched a person off camera. "Have mercy and let me cum."

I quickly realized that somebody was turning the Hitachi on and off from out of view of the camera. They also apparently had some kind of speed control because the intensity of the buzzing varied. Renee was close. Very close to the orgasm she craved but the person controlling the wand was not allowing it. This must have been the punishment Renee wrote about in her journal. My own mind began to wander from the scene and fill in the blanks to her story. I doubt I was right and in a way I was probably thinking about my own fantasies, but I pictured Mr. X, initially a FWB who fucked Renee every weekend and got her addicted to his cocksure prowess. Then, he switched into this teasing mode she had to endure because she was desperate to have him inside her again. After about five minutes of watching this lurid scene unfold on the video, I think Renee figured out she wasn't going to receive the vibration she needed to reach her zenith, because I saw her begin to hump the bulbous head of the Hitachi instead of just holding it against her pussy. I could see she was trying to rub it against her clit in a frantic attempt to climax. I also knew whoever was controlling the wand noticed as well because flying in from out of the frame were the tails of a flogger that immediately impacted her reddened ass. Five quick strokes with the flogger caused her to drop the Hitachi and the scene cut again. It was frustrating to me that I couldn't see Mr. X, but not as frustrating I'm sure as it was to Renee to have dropped the instrument of her pleasure.

I was close to orgasming as my vibe had been doing its job efficiently and I found watching Renee be flogged strangely erotic so I hit the backwards button on the remote and watched the last minute again. It was such a turn on to watch her desperately try to get off by humping the Hitachi and then my own pussy clenched as the flogger began to strike her. I would have never expected my body to react with pleasure at seeing that, but Renee's reaction was not screams of pain or shouts of anger but were moans of pleasure as the pain of impact traveled from her ass, lower back and thighs. I'd read about the runner's high from impact play and now I was seeing it. I rewound the video a second time only this time I let it play in slow motion. I could now see the individual tails of the flogger impacting her delicate skin and see her rock forward with each strike. By the fifth stroke, I came and I came hard. The perverse pleasure of seeing her punished had gotten me off. Later that night in the safety of my own bedroom I would lie awake questioning my values for enjoying watching her video, but in the moment, I was hoping there was another scene. Luckily for me, but not so much for Renee, the DVD was not done.

There were two additional scenes and I came watching both of them. The first was in her journal. It was the spread eagle tie with the Hitachi hanging over her. It was pretty diabolical, although she had no control unlike the last scene on her hands and knees. I didn't know if that was better or worse for her, but I loved watching her twist in her bonds attempting to keep the buzzing centered on her pussy. Each scene seemed to be cut to exactly five minutes. I wanted to know how long she actually had to endure this tease torture. When I just lay on her guest bed trying to mimic this position I didn't last five minutes and that was without the vibe or cuffs. She could have been there 30 minutes, an hour or longer. No wonder she had been coming home angry.

The fourth scene was, in my opinion, the most diabolical. It also lasted longer and left Renee crying at the end. For the record, she wasn't crying in pain, but in frustration. I really wanted to know what she had done to earn the punishment of not being allowed to orgasm. I was also amazed that she didn't cum as I watched this scene play out. She wasn't tied for this one. In fact, she was dressed. I remember this dress, in fact. It was a short, black cocktail dress slit up the side to slow a lot of thigh when she sat with a generous expanse of cleavage on display. Elegant slutty I remember thinking to myself when I first saw Renee wearing it. She also had on black stockings and stilettos like I had seen her wear before, because of course you would complete the look that way. Then I saw a detail I had not noticed the night she wore this dress. She was wearing a black choker around her neck. I had not paid any attention to it originally. It matched her dress and just seemed like a fashion statement, but now I saw it as a collar. For the first time I realized Renee wasn't just playing kinky games, but was submissive to this mystery man. My naivety is on clear display because you probably figured that out a long time ago when she first described the joy of getting tied up. I quickly got on my phone and started Googling BDSM activities. Now I better understood why he wasn't letting her cum. She had mentioned edging but I had not paid much attention to the term, but I looked it up. Damn. That was more harsh than I assumed since the webpage I was reading said it was frequently paired with orgasm control and the submissive my not be allowed to orgasm for months at a time. Hell no, I thought to myself. You could tease me for 15-20 minutes. That's just good foreplay. But I'm cumming soon and you are not going to stop me. But I digress. Back to the fourth scene and Renee's continued torment.

The camera was setup facing a tall mirror mounted to a wall. It looked like a bathroom. That made sense. Again, no image of Mr. X, but I did see Renee crawling toward the mirror. Her dress was hiked up over her ass and I saw a different plug in her butt. This one wasn't jeweled, but had a hook where you could hold it using a finger. She had a sexy little sway as she crawled. And why was she going toward the mirror? Because there was a dildo suction cupped to the glass. As she reached the mirror, she immediately went down on the dildo. I watched as she started to blow the sex toy. I also looked down at the coffee table in front of the couch I was sitting on. It had a glass top too. I only had my vibe (the only sex toy I owned) but I pictured the dildo Renee was sucking sticking up from the table and my kneeling on the floor pleasuring it. I rather enjoyed sucking off my boyfriends and while I knew sucking a dildo wouldn't be the same, it struck me as pretty kinky, especially when Renee spun around and backed up impaling herself on the fake cock.

Here is where Renee and I differ. I'm certainly not above fucking myself with a dildo. Although I had never done it I have fucked my vibe and it's pretty much the same thing. But there is no way I would have gone as slowly as Renee was going. Again, she had obviously been instructed to go slowly to tease herself. She also wasn't reaching between her legs to finger her clit. I would have done that and I would have fucked the mirror with wild abandon. But Renee was going maddeningly slow. I knew it was driving her crazy. I could see the annoyance in her eyes as she stared that the camera. I could see her pussy devouring the dildo reflected in the mirror each time she rocked back, but her eyes told the real story as she eventually started to cry because she needed to really pound herself. It was clear she craved how Robin fucked her and this was just to torment her into having penetration without satisfaction. It kind of reminded me of some of the boys I had dated who just didn't know how to fuck and left me hanging. At the five-minute mark, my own orgasm hanging on the edge of release just waiting to replay the scene, she rocked forward and reached behind herself. The reflection showed her pulling the plug out of her ass. I was kind of amazed as I watched her asshole open up as the expansive portion of the plug stretched her wide open. I have read that anal sex is pleasurable, but I don't think I could do what she just did. Anyway, as the plug popped out, her asshole stayed open. Not the full width of the plug, but it didn't snap shut like I expected. She then backed up on the dildo again. I'm sure you know which hole she chose for round two.

Her expressions were a mix of pleasure and frustration as she continued to slowly, very slowly, fuck herself. I imagined a few hard thrusts would have gotten her off. But whomever was pulling her puppet strings was not allowing that and she was fighting her basic carnal needs to obey. I felt sorry for her as I fucked myself. No I didn't match her pace. I fucked my vibe as hard as I am sure she wanted to fuck that dildo. I had to hold my hand over my mouth to keep from waking the kid as I screamed in orgasm watching Renee tease herself. Later as I thought about why watching her get flogged got me off so hard I also felt guilty about cumming watching her fuck the mirror. But in real time as I watched the video, all I could think about was my next orgasm so I skipped the DVD back to the start of the scene. This time after she was done sucking on the dildo (I was more focused on the chrome plug) and she turned around to mount it, I played the video in 4x speed mode so she looked like she was fucking it at normal speed. Now I could really picture myself in her place. I had a similar mirror in my bathroom and I started thinking about where I could get a dildo like she had. I also looked down at the table again wishing I had that dildo right now. I'd never had a three way, but the thought of blowing the dildo while I fucked myself with my vibe was a powerful vision. Renee finished in a couple of minutes this time due to the increased speed so I had to hit the back chapter button again. She might have been done, but I wasn't. I tried 8x speed this time and now she was really fucking herself. Now her look of frustration appeared more like intense pleasure and reinforced my desire to buy a similar dildo.

It took me a couple more replays to cum a final time. My body had enough and I felt like I was kind of forcing myself to orgasm the last time. It was still a good cum, but wasn't great. I came with the dildo deep in Renee's ass and went back to normal speed just in time to see her crawl back toward the camera. She had completed her task, but there was loathing in her eyes for not being allowed to cum. I wondered if tonight she was being teased as well or if I would see happy Renee. I put the DVD back in her drawer and put my vibe back in my backpack. I then sat down on the couch ready to pass out.

I woke to Renee's hand shaking my shoulder. As she predicted it was 3am. I had been having a naughty dream about being tied up and teased. With the soft light of the hallway spilling into the living room, I saw Renee smiling, her make-up not too messed up and her hair in reasonable shape. I assumed she had finally been allowed to cum. I was curious as to the manner that happened. She apparently had not been fuck meat tonight. That was the name I had given to the nights she came home in obvious pain and unable to walk straight. And she wasn't angry Renee so I was pretty sure her edging and orgasm control had been relieved. This was more of a I got fucked but didn't do anything crazy look. I wondered if she had not been with Carter and found a new partner. Because while she was smiling, I really liked the fuck meat look better and I was pretty sure she enjoyed those evenings better as well. But maybe the weeks of teasing had been too much so she was back to the bars. But obviously I couldn't ask.

I was exhausted though from playing with myself all night (she didn't know that) so I asked if the guest bedroom offer was still available. Renee said sure and led me to it. She said she would try to keep her son quiet in the morning, but there were no guarantees. She apologized in advance if he woke me up and I told her not to worry. After she left I stripped down to my bra and wet panties, went to the bathroom and crawled under the covers. I must have been having more erotic dreams because my panties were still wet when I woke up to the sound of a four-year-old running through the hallway. I wasn't really surprised that my right hand was in my panties. I had taken this job just to earn a little extra cash to help pay for tuition, but as it turned out, I was learning a lot about myself, not to mention a lot about my teacher. I knew it was going to be crazy difficult to sit in her class and pretend I didn't know her secrets. As it turned out, Renee knew some of my secrets as well.

The week passed slowly and my thoughts were consumed by the video I watched of Renee being teased. Her ex would have her son this week so there was no need for me to babysit and watching her in class for three days was torture. I have to admit that I had developed a bit of a crush on her. She was living her life so freely through her submission and I wanted to know more. I wanted to experience what she did, but I didn't know how to start. I wondered where she met Carter and wondered if I could meet someone like him I could trust enough to give myself completely. My infatuation with Renee was complicated by her wearing more formal clothes to class that week. She wasn't dressing slutty like when she went out. She was definitely dressing more business-like and that reminded me of her outfits that she wore for Carter after she had submitted to him. Maybe it was jut me. Maybe I was projecting my own fantasies on her. I masturbated every night that week thinking about her writings and the video. I actually found myself going to bed early just so I could jill off sooner. I needed some human contact other than my right hand and I decided that Friday I would go out and find some guy as a hook-up. But Renee had other plans and of course, I was happy to help her.

Friday afternoon in class I heard her phone chirp in the middle of the lecture. She paused to look at the text and I could see she was upset. This was her weekend away from her son and I'm sure she was planning something more exciting than Netflix and chill with Carson. As class ended, she waved me over to her desk as the other students were leaving. For a brief moment I thought she was going to invite me to party with them. I would not have turned down an opportunity for my first threesome. Even though I had never met Carson, it was obvious Renee had complete trust in him and that was good enough for me. But alas, that was just my fantasy mind overrunning reality. Renee told me her ex had to go out of town suddenly and she had to keep her son. She said she already had plans she couldn't break and wondered if I could babysit that night. She said she knew it was an inconvenience, but she was stuck and would pay me double my usual rate. I didn't tell her, but I would have babysat for free as long as I could find her journal and DVD. I pretended like it was an untimely because I had a dinner date (I was setting myself up with an excuse to dress sexy) but I told her I would cut it short and be at her house by 8. Her smile beamed and my heart melted.

I dressed in another short skirt and sheer blouse. I also made sure I had fresh batteries in my vibe. I didn't bother with my book bag because I wouldn't have taken that on a date and I knew I wouldn't get any studying done that night anyway. At 7:55 I arrived at Renee's house. My panties were already soaked and my heart was beating way to fast. When I walked up to the door I got my first hint that tonight might be different. There was a note telling me Renee was running late getting ready and to just come in. That seemed weird, but OK. She always was ready before I arrived because she was always in a hurry to leave. I figured she was in her bedroom, but I never made it that far to check. As I entered the living room, I immediately noticed some new items on the table. They were definitely not casual decorations. There was also another note. Looking at the table I started to shake because I knew my secrets were not so secret. The note was pretty direct.

"Dearest Mia," it began. "No doubt you are wondering why there are handcuffs, a paddle, a blindfold, an egg vibrator and a dildo on the table. I know you have been reading my diary and since my DVD was moved slightly in the drawer, I suppose you watched that too. Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. I am assuming you enjoyed yourself. The last couple of weekends when I came home I could smell your arousal so you need not bother denying what you were doing. Obviously from the video, you know my secrets so it would be pretty hypocritical to judge you for yours. My ex has my son and I am already out with Carter so you have the house to yourself. Carter has some big meeting tomorrow so I'll be home earlier than usual, probably about midnight. That gives you up to four hours to indulge yourself if you so choose. If you want to just leave, I understand. If you want to experience some of the things I have grown to love the last few months, you can do so safely tonight."

I paused reading her note and looked at the items on the table. I recognized the dildo. It was the same suction cup model she used on the mirror. Only now it was standing straight up on the table. It didn't look that big in the video, but in real life, it was impressive and likely larger than any of my boyfriends. I also picked up the handcuffs. They were steel and were no joke. I expected them to be light-weight but they were not. I felt my pussy twitch as I imagined them around my wrist. But I didn't see a key. Certainly she didn't expect me to bind myself and then just wait for her, did she? Had I read more of the note I would have known the answer.

"In the freezer you will find an ice cube. The handcuff key is frozen inside. If you decide to need it, please put it in a bowl so it will not melt on the table. Usually it takes about two hours to melt enough to get the key out. If you are up for an adventure that will be better than just masturbating to my journals, I recommend the following... First strip down to your bra and panties. This is optional, but trust me it will turn you on more if you do it. Then use the paddle and give yourself ten firm swats on each ass cheek. I know it is tough to spank yourself, but the paddle will help. Then go and get the ice cube from the freezer.

Dim the lights and turn on the DVD player. Set the TV's volume to 30. There is a new video just for you. It has ten minutes of a blank screen so you can prepare for the rest of your adventure. Take the egg and turn it on low. Slide it into your pussy. Your panties will keep it in place. On low it will just tease you like I have been the last couple of weeks. You'll love it. Next, look down and you will see leather cuffs attached to the legs of the sofa. I had to guess on the length of their ropes, but I think their position will spread your legs just about right. Attach the cuffs to your ankles. All that remains is to clip the handcuffs around your wrists and behind your back. Make sure the bowl for the key is near the edge of the table where you can twist and reach it. With your legs cuffed you will have limited mobility. You might want to test how far you can reach before you attach the handcuffs.

That's it. Enjoy yourself. You'll know what it is like to be teased with no hope of escape until the ice melts. You can then go home if you like, but I bet you'll want to put the dildo to good use. Feel free to stay as long as you like. If you wear yourself out, the guest bed is made up for you. I won't need you to babysit tomorrow, but we'll be back on our regular schedule next week if you are still available."

She signed the note Love Renee and I think she meant it. I looked back down at the toys. I then went and checked the freezer. There indeed was an ice cube with a key frozen inside. I went back to the table and I picked up the handcuffs. They seemed to be heavier now that I was contemplating using them. I then grabbed the dildo by its base and its jelly material wiggled obscenely. Renee was right about one thing. If I took her up on her little adventure, I was pretty sure I would be needed that dildo when I got free. I sat down for about five minutes thinking about my options. Part of me wanted to run and never come back. Another part, my pussy, was giving me just the opposite advice. My intellect was saying be cautious while my subconscious was telling me I could trust Renee and that this was an opportunity not to be missed. I took off my skirt and blouse and neatly folded them over the arm of a chair. At least I wouldn't be as wrinkled as Renee was when she came home. I then went to retrieve the ice cube.

I chose not to spank myself. Part of me wanted to experience it, but part of me was still freaking out that Renee set this game in motion for me, so I moved onto binding my ankles. Per her safety instructions, I tested how far I could twist and reach before securing my wrists. I reasoned that she wouldn't have given me that instruction if this were some kind of trick to trap me in bondage. I also figured out that if I needed to escape, I could hold the ice cube and make it melt quicker. I was almost ready to begin in earnest. But before I did, I took the dildo and moved it to the center of the table so it would be in view when I looked at the TV. I wanted to remember Renee fucking herself on the fake phallus in case that wasn't in the new video. I then started the DVD player, set the volume and inserted the egg, set to low as instructed. I felt decidedly naughty as my legs were now spread and the egg was making nasty sounds as my juices flowed over it.

As Renee foretold, the TV screen was blank, but I could see the numbers counting up on the DVD player's display. I had seven minutes to wait. Before I could chicken out, I snapped the handcuff around my left wrist and then put my arms behind my back. It was a little bit of a challenge to secure my right wrist as I had never done this before, but soon I was secured tightly and waiting for the video to begin. It was then I had a bit of a panic attack. I tried to calm myself, but it was a struggle. Suddenly everything in the room reminded me of the vulnerable position I had put myself into and I knew there would be no escape for a couple of hours. I considered trying to melt the ice cube, but then the TV came to life and the shock of the image caused my other problems to quickly fade away. I was looking at myself. It wasn't a live shot though. I was of me masturbating last week and I couldn't look away.

I watched myself for several minutes wondering how this was possible. The egg was keeping my pussy occupied while my brain tried to figure out what was happening. I realized the camera view was at a slight angle to the couch so I looked to the left of the TV and I noticed a book on the TV stand that had a strange circle on the spine. Then it hit me. It was a secret nanny cam. Renee must have been watching me for weeks. I didn't have to see video to know she probably had one in the spare bedroom too and watched me spread eagle myself. I almost felt defeated for being so stupid as to not think she might have security cameras. But then the on camera me orgasmed and I felt my own pussy twitch in response. After that any worries about my situation would have to wait.

Forty-five minutes later I had watched all of the footage of me masturbating in Renee's house. I should have been angry, but all I could think about was getting free, grabbing the dildo and fucking myself until I came. I knew it wouldn't take long. Then, with my scenes depleted, the video switched to a series of scenes of beautiful women in bondage being teased by Hitachis and riding Sybians. The only difference was unlike me with just a weak egg to tease me but not let me cum, these women were all having screaming orgasms within minutes. The volume seemed louder too as the moans of pleasure echoed off the walls. I was growing more and more desperate to climax and although I knew it wouldn't really help, I even rocked forward to my knees so I could lean forward and give the dildo a blowjob. I knew it wouldn't make me cum, but it seemed like I should be doing something more than just sitting there.

I tried to figure out if there was any way to rub the edge of the table with my pussy to make myself cum, but short of melting the ice, I couldn't figure out a way to relieve my need. I even tried twisting enough to reach the paddle thinking I might be able to get it to stand upright between the cushions so I could rub the handle on my pussy, but it was just out of reach. Much like I had watched Renee struggle last week, the bondage I had put myself in was design just right to keep me in check. After a few women came their heads off on the screen, I watched as two more got spanked and flogged. Although they were in obvious pain, my arousal did not diminish. If fact I would have gladly traded places with them if after their punishment I was rewarded with an orgasm. Finally the screen went blank. I looked at the ice and realized I still had some time to wait. In a way that was more frustrating because I had no distraction on the TV. The batteries in the egg had died and I was sitting in the dim light, tied to the couch and alone with my thoughts. Those thoughts betrayed me as I realized just how much I was enjoying this and praying that Renee would come home early to release me. Well, not release me but get me off. I knew I could melt the ice, but I was determined to see this game through.

After what was probably about another forty minutes, the key was free. It was a challenge to unlock the first cuff and I had to be careful not to drop the key, but finally my left wrist was released and soon after, my right. I didn't bother releasing my ankles. I reached over to my purse and grabbed my vibe and then I grabbed the dildo. I pulled the cord attached to the now worthless egg and it slide out of my pussy easily. I then leaned back against the couch cushions and plunged the dildo deep into my overheated pussy. It felt much better than the egg. I began to fuck myself with wild abandon as I switched on the vibe and held it against my clit. I had no interest in teasing myself any longer. I needed to cum and cum now. I felt my orgasm build quickly and knew I would soon be over the precipice. I was mostly looking down at the dildo I was slamming in and out of my pussy, but as I neared my climax I looked up and saw the fake book / spy camera and realized Renee would be recording every moment of my torment. That triggered an explosive orgasm as I threw my head back in ecstasy and let out a primal scream. But my body was far from finished and I didn't care that Renee would be able to see me continue to debase myself. I continued slamming the dildo into my needy pussy until I came again. Then I pulled it out, dripping with my juices, and slammed its suction cup to the table. I was ready to finally have my mouth and pussy both filled at the same time. I rocked forward again until I could go down on the fake cock and taste my own flavor. I then plunged my vibe as deep as I could into my suddenly empty pussy.

As before, I'd like to say I was able to prolong this kinky pleasure, but my body soon built to another mind blowing climax that left me kneeling with the dildo buried deep in my throat as wave after wave of climax washed over my body. I was spent. Eventually I lifted my head off the dildo and lay it down on the table. I stayed in that position for several minutes recovering before I finally unhooked my ankles. I struggled to stand and ended up lying on the floor for a couple of minutes while my body came back down to earth. Then I got up and went to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I recognized the look. I had seen it so many times when Renee came home. I wasn't sore, but I needed to sleep. I slowly walked to the guest bedroom. Flipping on the lights, I realized that Renee had left me another note.

"I'm sure you had fun in the living room and I know you enjoyed watching me bound and teased by the Hitachi Wand. If you want to experience that for yourself, it is setup for you in my basement. That is where I have my playroom setup. Take the key sitting on the table next to the bed. There is a locked door at the end of the laundry room. You'll find everything you need."

That was a twist I didn't expect. I assumed Carter teased her at his place. I wasn't 100% sure I wanted to tease myself any more that night, but I definitely wanted to see her playroom so I grabbed the key and headed to the basement. It felt surreal to be walking around her house without wearing any clothes. It was also exciting and my exhaustion from my first session in the living room was being replaced by anticipation of what I would find hidden behind the laundry room.

The basement was unfinished except for a wall on one side that appeared to close off the mechanical area. That is where I found the washer and dryer. As Renee had explained, there was another door. It looked like maybe it was originally for a home office or something, but the room would not be visible from the main side of the basement. It was weird that it only was accessible from the mechanical room. It was concealed. Opening the door and turning on a dim light, I suppose I understood why Renee would keep it a secret. There was a twin bed setup perpendicular to the far wall. It had a metal frame. As I anticipated there were cuffs attached to the corners and the Hitachi hung from the ceiling about six inches above the bed. I recognized the setup from the video. Looking up at the floor joists above me, I saw various I-bolts, no doubt to secure a wayward sub as well as various instruments of the trade neatly organized and attached to the wall. There was also a padded bench, also with cuffs on the legs and a desk with dildos, vibes, gags, more cuffs and a couple of blindfolds. I was pretty sure Renee would not like the Dean of the college getting a tour of this room. But looking at all these new toys, my own pussy began to heat up. Although I was a neophyte, I could sense the possibilities.

I walked over to the bed to inspect the Hitachi rig more closely. The cuffs were well padded and their closures were fixed. I couldn't tell how I would be able to tighten them once I slid them on. That didn't bother me. I figured they were safe much like the handcuffs were with the icy key. Looking at the control box, there was a power button and an up/down arrow selector. I pressed power and quickly realized the arrows controlled a timer indicator. I turned it back off and picked up another note Renee had thoughtfully left for me.

"I thought you might want to try this one for real since you came so fast when you just did it for play. Put your legs in the cuffs, and then press the power button on the Hitachi control. The default settings (30 minutes as I recalled) should be fine for a first timer. I recommend using the blindfold too for maximum effect and pleasure. It will block the light from the ceiling and let you fully concentrate on the sensations. Then slip your hands into the wrist cuffs. I left a little slack to make it easier, although whichever wrist you do last will be a challenge. The control box will give you three minutes to secure yourself or change your mind. See you soon."

Renee was right that I had cum way to fast when I just lay on her bed spread eagled. I also remember her video showing her begging to cum after just five minutes, but I wasn't sure how long that was in real time. I wasn't sure if I could handle 30 minutes so I figured maybe I would do 15 and then if I liked it, do another 15. That seemed reasonable. I also was scared of using the blindfold, so I skipped that.

I hopped onto the bed and easily slid my feet through the cuffs around my ankles. My pussy was very juicy at putting myself in the position with my legs spread again. I really liked the feeling of not being able to close them. I then turned on the Hitachi control, pressed the down arrow a couple of times (it worked in five minute increments) and then lay back on the bed. I positioned myself as best I could so the Hitachi would be in place. My right wrist was easy to secure by twisting a bit. As I did I felt the Hitachi move and for the first time understood why it had been so hard for Renee to keep it in the optimal spot. I then attempted to secure my left wrist. It was more of a challenge, but after about a minute it was through the cuff. Now I waited. I probably had only a minute before the control box would begin its cycle, but it seemed like an eternity. The room was quiet and still. There was nothing for me to do but wait, spread and waiting with my pussy beginning to leak without being touched. Then it began. But it wasn't exactly what I expected.

The first sound was from the control box not the Hitachi. It was the sound of a strong fan and I felt the cuffs begin to constrict around my wrists and ankles as air bladders were inflated. I was shocked as I felt them tighten and made no effort to remove one of my arms before it was too late. I was held tightly. Then the Hitachi began to buzz. For a moment, I forgot about the bondage.

The control box cycled the speed of the Hitachi up and down and then off. At first the blissful moments at full speed occurred frequently, but never long enough to bring me to orgasm. As the timer ticked down, the wand buzzed all to frequently at a low speed or even turned off. Then it would jump to full speed for 5 seconds and as I twisted away in an involuntary contraction, it would slow down again as I struggled to get it positioned properly. It was maddening. What I wanted to do was just grab it and hold it tightly on my clit. Instead I was being teased worse than when I was in the living room. Unable to move more than a few inches, I was helpless to relieve the cravings consuming my body.

The one saving grace was that I had shortened the cycle and would soon be released to bring myself to orgasm, although that knowledge did little to decrease my frustration caused by that damn wand and my self-bondage. I was screaming in torment and begging to be allowed to cum although nobody was there to hear me or more importantly help me. But I couldn't help it. My mind was being consumed by lust again and my sole focus was on my pussy. Then mercifully I heard the control box click off. The wand went limp resting against my labia. I breathed easy expecting the cuffs to deflate. But they didn't. I tugged on them moving my arms and legs as much as the ropes would allow, but they held fast. The Hitachi slid a little along my sensitive lips, which my body noticed, although it was far too little of additional stimulation to bring me any pleasure. I released an audible sigh and pushed my head against the pillow in defeat. Then I heard Renee's voice.

"You look so beautiful, Mia. I could tell how much you enjoyed that."

I looked around the room but didn't see her.

"Look up in the corner to your right," I heard her voice say. I did and saw another camera. This one wasn't hidden. I was full size and apparently had a microphone and speaker.

"How do I get loose," I asked the camera. "I need to cum."

"I am sure you do," Renee replied. "But we have a couple of problems. First off Carter got inspired watching you so it looks like I'm getting fucked properly tonight after all."

I didn't grasp why that was a problem. At least not until she mentioned problem two.

"Second, you didn't use the blindfold or keep the machine at 30 minutes."

There was a pause where neither of use spoke.

"The good news," I heard her say, "is that I can reset the box from my phone. I'll start it again and turn off the light as well so you can get the full experience. You're safe for a while, so after Carter is done with me, I'll be home. Enjoy yourself."

I started to reply. Actually I yelled for her to release me. But the lights turned off instead. I then noticed a red circle of lights around the camera lens. It didn't illuminate the room, but I knew they were infrared so the camera could still get an image of me spread wide and vulnerable in the dark. The Hitachi didn't turn on right away. I decided she was just kidding about being able to control it remotely. I decided she was just messing with me. About ten minutes went by, I estimated, and my libido had finally calmed down. There wasn't much for me to do so I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. That wouldn't be easy as my being spread wasn't a comfortable way to sleep and my mind was still racing as I fantasized about what Renee would do to me when she got home. Then the Hitachi turned on and my eyes shot open, although I couldn't see anything since the light was still off.

Renee was right. The darkness enhanced the experience because I could only concentrate on the sensations between my legs. When the wand turned off, the only sound I could hear was my breathing and the only thing I felt was the beating of my heart. Actually it was the beating of my heart and a pulsation in my clit that found the same rhythm. This went on far longer than 15 minutes. I don't know how long Renee set the device to tease me, but I was soon a babbling mess in far worse shape than she had been in the video. The wand would turn off for several minutes at a time leaving me to wonder if it would turn on again at all. Then it would turn on at a seemingly random speed. The higher the speed, the shorter duration it would run. It couldn't decide if it was worse to run at a higher speed to bring me close to orgasm quicker and then shut off denying what I craved or to run slowly and take longer to bring me to that plane of need. Either way it kept teasing me. I simultaneously loved and hated the position I was in and during those times when the Hitachi was silent, I began to plot my revenge against Renee, although I think you probably know that I'd do whatever she wanted me to do in order to cum.

Did the Hitachi tease me for an hour? Maybe. Like I said, time stood still as all could concentrate on was my desire to cum. Eventually it did stop and after a few minutes of stillness, I fell asleep emotionally and physically drained. Some time later, I thought I was having a naughty dream. I felt like I was on the edge of orgasm again as my clit and pussy were stimulated by a gentle force I couldn't quite put my hand on as it slowly and gently stimulated me. I woke but still saw only blackness except for light coming under the door. That had not been there before. I raised my head and looked down toward my pussy and saw the back of someone's head. "Renee?" I asked. With a single long slurp up the length of my pussy the person paused, "Ah, my fuck toy lives."

The person then stood up and turned on a different light. Fortunately is was pretty dim, but it was bright enough to see Renee's make-up and outfit told the story that she had as good a night as I had. She then took off her dress. She was naked underneath. Next she sat on the edge of the bed and slowly ran her manicured fingernails up and down my slit and over my clit. I moaned, my teased arousal returning quickly and with a vengeance.

"So Mia," she said softly, but to me it sounded like a taunt. "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

I was thrusting my hips forward as much as the ropes would allow attempting to force her fingers to make better contact with my pussy. But of course, she was prepared for that and simply raised her hand to keep her digits at perfect soft tease height. There were plenty of things I wanted to say. But in the end I just confessed, "I want to cum." Then I quickly amended that to, "Renee, I meant to say I need to cum."

She continued to gently touch my naughty bits while she said, "We watched you when you were in the living room. You came a number of times."

"That's true," I admitted, seemingly unconcerned that she had spied on me, "but that was before that damn Hitachi worked on me for an hour. Plus your tongue and fingers just now have been teasing me again. Please get me off Renee," I pleaded.

"There is a long standing tradition that the dominant cums before the submissive," she told me. I didn't know that. "You wouldn't want your Mistress to cum second, would you?"

Mistress? Did she say Mistress? Renee wasn't my Mistress and I told her that.

"Well, not yet," she replied. "But you obviously are submissive and get off on bondage, so it's only a matter of time."

"Please just get me off," I begged once again. She reiterated that she had to cum first. I finally agreed, but also told her that didn't mean she was my Mistress. I watched as she climbed onto the bed and then straddled my secured body. Did I mention about four feet above the bed there were some handles mounted in the wall? I had not paid attention to them before, but as Renee moved forward pinning my arms to the mattress and then grabbed the handles, I understood their purpose. They helped her stabilize herself as she fed me her pussy. My first taste of pussy besides my own and I couldn't do anything about it. I was tentative at first; just sticking my tongue out a little bit and nibbling at her soft, wet folds. But with her encouragement, soon I was diving in like a starving porn star. My reward was an intoxicating release of her own juices as her arousal built. I had no doubts she had cum multiple times while Carter fucked her tonight, but then again, maybe she had been teased and this was her first release. She was certainly moaning like she had not cum for weeks and as she started to grind her pussy on my face, I assumed her release was near. Hopefully then mine would be as well. Steadied by the grab bar above the headboard, she began to pummel my face with her pussy. My makeup would soon look like hers, I mused to myself, as my efforts to lick her pussy were largely irrelevant at this point. She was taking what she needed and my face was simply the conduit for her to get the stimulation she craved. Thirty seconds later, with a primal scream, she released. I would have loved to see her face as so primitive an instinct took over and she orgasmed. But mostly I just saw her pussy and felt her juices leak onto my face. Occasionally I saw a glimpse of her perfect breasts, but her face was unavailable to my lustful gaze.

I think it was my nose rubbing on her clit that finally got her over the edge. I knew her scent was strong and I could no more avoid taking it in than stop breathing. She howled in pleasure for at least 15 seconds and was then still on my face. My arms were sore from her kneeling on them and my head was swimming from her arousal perfume, but at least, I thought my time had come, so to speak. But as with everything else when you are tied up, the phrase "not so fast" comes into play.

Renee slid down my body so she wasn't smothering my mouth any more or leaning on my arms. I appreciated that. I could finally see her face and it showed a look of pure bliss. She almost looked like she didn't even know I was still beneath her. Her butt was just a few inches above my pussy. It would have been easy for her to reach down and with a few strokes of her fingers, bring me off. But she was still in recovery mode from her climax, so I was still denied. About a minute later she finally dismounted me. As she climbed off the bed she took my right nipple in her fingers and gave it a firm squeeze. "Thanks, babe," she said. "I needed that." She then repositioned the Hitachi and pressed some buttons on the control box.

"I'll be back in a little while. I have to go call and report on what we just did," she said before disappearing into the mechanical room and shutting the door.

I waited as patiently as I could, which is to say not very patiently, for the three minutes to elapse and the Hitachi to give me the orgasm I craved. I was sure Renee had set the infernal device to get me off. But when it did turn on, it was very slow. And it stayed that way. In fact it was hardly moving meaning my arousal was hardly moving. Oh, it was at a high level, but not high enough. I silently cursed her. I guess she wanted to see my orgasm so I was going to have to wait a little longer. I thought about trying to fake some moans to get her to come back sooner if her plan was to bring me off herself. Maybe I could trick her into thinking I was about to cum without her? I put that idea out of my head almost as fast as it had arrived. She'd been ahead of me this entire evening. Actually she had been ahead of me since before I found her journal. Certainly she wouldn't fall for an obvious trick like me faking an orgasm. I was kicking myself for even thinking it when I did hear a moan. Since it wasn't me, it must have been Renee. Starting soft and far away, the moans got louder and closer until the door opened again and Renee was standing there with a cordless phone in one hand and a vibrator in the other. At first I thought she was talking to Carter who was going to tell her how to get me off. Then I realized she was pushing the vibrator into her pussy as she described my position and me to her phone mate. At least she gave me credit for getting her off once. Her voice partner was forcing her to beg now for permission to cum. This was fun for me to watch since she had been denying me that pleasure. I definitely took schadenfreude in her torment, although I should have been pissed because she continually denied me my own release. But I figured if I couldn't cum yet, I could take pleasure in her being denied as well. Unfortunately that denial did not last long and moments after hearing her say "thank you," she came again. I would have liked to hear the other end of the conversation, but at least this time I could see what she looked like when she was wearing her `O' face. She hung up and then turned off the Hitachi. It felt strange not to have the dainty buzzing tickling my clit, no matter how tormenting it had been.

"Please let me cum," I immediately asked.

"Are you ready to call me Mistress?" she replied.

"No, but you have cum twice since you got home and I've been teased for hours. Have mercy," I implored her.

"If you don't want to be my sub, tell me what you really want," Renee said.

I had to think for a moment. Just saying I wanted to cum wasn't working with her so I had to think of something else. "I, um, well," I stammered. "I want to get fucked like Carter fucks you," I finally blurted out. She seemed a little shocked. So I continued. "I mean, I've see you come home with your makeup ruined, your clothes a mess and unable to walk easily because you got fucked so hard. I want that." I couldn't believe I can come out and told her exactly what I had been thinking of for weeks. She just stood there and took it all in. She said, "Be careful what you wish for," and then she walked out of the room. I was afraid I'd gone too far. Maybe she thought I wanted to steal Carter from her. Fortunately she didn't stay away long. She was also holding a mirror when she returned. She held it over my head.

"A) your makeup is a fright right now. B) You did fold your clothes and I usually don't bother. C) I can do whatever I want to you. How did you like the dildo I left you?"

Now it was my turn to ponder an answer. "It was good. Just the right size."

"Excellent," Renee said. "I like one that is not too big, but not too small either. Let's get you off this bed."

I wasn't sure if that meant she accepted my request to get fucked or not. I watched her press a few more controls on the box and the cuffs deflated allowing me to wiggle out of them. I would have been happy to have her just toss me the dildo so I could fuck myself with it again. Or I would have been happy to lay back and let her to the work. In the end I didn't get either, but I got much more than I hoped to receive.

Renee helped me up and asked if I needed to go to the bathroom. I snickered and said, "No, I need to cum." She replied, "Yes, you have made that clear. Come over here."

She took my wrist and led me over to the padded bench and told me to bend over it. I was apprehensive but she assured me this is how "Carter fucks the shit out of me," so I acquiesced to her instruction. I didn't put up a fight when she cuffed my wrists and ankles to the bottom of the bench support so I was once again bound and spread for her amusement. It was then I noticed my ass was pointing toward the camera. Lovely.

"Mia, I have given you opportunity to spank yourself, but you have not done it. My best fuck sessions are after I get spanked and you are about to find out why." Before I could respond, I felt the first blow of her right hand. I was not prepared for the amount of pain that shot through my body and I yelped.

"That was just a love tap, silly," Renee commented. "You'll learn though. Once you cum during impact play, you'll never be the same."

I wasn't sure what to make of that statement. It sounded like she was going to spank me until I came and that somehow that would transform me. I didn't have long to ponder it before the next strike found my left butt cheek. Again I screamed. Then I felt four blows in rapid succession alternating right, left, right, left. Then as I started to cry, I felt Renee's finger push into my pussy. My stupid pussy didn't know it shouldn't lubricate when I was bound and spanked so Renee found little resistance.

"That's right my little sub, enjoy when your Mistress punishes you," she cooed. I didn't bother replying that I wasn't her sub. She knew that and I was enjoying her fingers, at least for the brief time they were inside of me before she resumed her spanking.

Apparently my cries of pain displeased her since she stopped my spanking to tell me that. Her pause did give her time to finger me once again so she kind of reinforced my bad behavior with pleasure. But it was too much to ask that she would just get me off that easily. Instead she pulled her fingers out and roughly pushed the dildo into my pussy. The intrusion was unexpected and too fast to enjoy. Even her pumping it a couple of times didn't give me the pleasure I expected. She then put it in my mouth to gag me and warned me not to let it fall on the floor. I savored my own flavor, but had to bite down to avoid dropping it. I wasn't sure what additional punishment I would earn if I released it and I didn't want to find out either. My spanking resumed.

This time she switched to a paddle. I guess her hand was getting as sore as my ass. Whatever the reason, the pain intensified and was spread out over a larger area. I was howling, but the dildo gag was quite effective at muffling my sounds and my biting down on it helped me withstand the pain. I thought of cowboys in old Westerns that had to bite the bullet only I was biting the fake cock. With the increased pain, Renee to care to make sure her fingerings was more pleasurable as well. As desperate as I was to cum, part of me didn't want to do it while she was punishing me because that would show she had power over me. It was a battle I was destined to lose. Once she figured out I was fighting my desires, she switched from fingering me to sliding a vibe slowly in and out of my pussy.

"I can force you do cum, you dumb slut," she hissed at me. "But I want your mind, body and soul to admit you need to serve me. Once you give your cum to me instead of having me take it, you will be mine."

That made sense to my lust filled brain. Not that she was raping me by any means since I was here voluntarily, but if I could fight the temptation to cum spiritually, even if my body gave in, I would win. I'd never though of sex in these terms. I mean, when I arrived tonight, I wanted nothing more than to have sex with Renee. But now, while having sex I was fighting for my personal identity. The orgasm I craved what the key to becoming Renee's pet or me remaining independent. Already the battle for which result I truly wanted was raging in my subconscious, although I didn't understand that at the time.

Renee continued to paddle and tease me with the vibe for several additional minutes. My will to resist was decreasing. A need to submit was battling with my silly conscious mind attempting to counterattack. She stopped briefly and then pulled the dildo out of my mouth.

"You've done very well Mia. In fact, much better than I expected and far more than I did my first time. But you know in your heart how this ends. Just give in and I'll get you off."

I shook my head. She just nodded. "Very well."

She walked behind me again and I heard her picking something up off the table. She then walked in front of me. She was holding two things. One was a flogger. The other was a strap-on with the dildo I had been sucking stuck in the harness. It glistened with my saliva and promised untold pleasure. The flogger promised more pain, but in a way enlightenment. I'd like to say I chose the flogger and that Renee eventually gave up trying to make me her sub. I'd like to say that. But what I actually said was "Fuck me. Fuck me into submission."

Renee simply replied, while slipping the harness on, "Well you did say you wanted me to fuck you like Carter did to me." I was too exhausted mentally and physically to offer any further responses. She didn't just walk behind me and ram the dildo home. No, she unhooked my wrists first. She left my ankles cuffed. Reflexively I moved my hands up to the bench to steady myself from the impending assault. Renee grabbed them and held them together in the small of my back. I felt like they were cuffed again because I had no strength to resist her. Then I felt her slowly slide the dildo into my pussy. I moaned. She knew she had me.

Renee was taking long, slow, profound strokes. I already felt close to orgasming. Renee gave me one hard thrust and held the dildo deep inside of me. She then leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "We both know how this ends. Say `please Mistress fuck me until I come,' and I will fuck you like no man has ever done and you will take your rightful place serving me."

I didn't say it immediately, although I wanted to. I guess I was just stubborn. Renee continued her slow, agonizingly slow, penetration of my overheated and needy pussy. I was just enough sensation to hold me on the edge of the biggest orgasm of my young life and I was confident Renee knew that. She had won. I had lost. I was ready to admit she knew me better than I knew myself from the first day we met in her class. Finally I called out to her," Mistress, please fuck me! Make me cum and claim me as your property!"

I didn't know where the word property came from, as I had never thought of someone being someone else's property. Later as I did research into the BDSM culture now that I had pledged to serve my professor, I realized the word was a perfect expression of what I wanted. She was my Mistress. I was her property to do with as she pleased. And at the moment I yelled that, she wanted to fuck me into submission.

Instead of holding my wrists in the small of my back, She grabbed on in each hand and pulled them backward causing my back to arch and my red hot ass to move off the bench and against her. Then she started thrusting. Hard. It was primitive fucking. It wasn't making love. Her hips rammed against my ass with each stroke banging me into the bench. As she pulled her cock back out of me, she pulled my arms with a force I didn't know she possessed only to slam the strap-on back into me and crashing me again into the bench. I threw my head back in ecstasy. I'd already pledged myself to her, but I knew what she wanted to hear and I needed to say it. "Please Mistress Renee may I cum?!?"

She pinned me against the bench taking both my wrists in her left hand and pressing them again against the small of my back. She continued to savagely fuck me, but she began spanking me again with her right hand. The pain shot right to my clit and then radiated outward as heat through my body. My pussy tried to clamp down on the dildo, but I couldn't.

"Cum for your Mistress and take your place at my feat, you dirty little sub slut!" she yelled.

Her words spoke to me. They were so different than anything a lover had ever said to me, but my previous lovers never made me feel like this before. I cried out in a throaty moan, "Yes Mistress I am yours!" and then my orgasm exploded. I saw stars. My nerve endings through my body all turned on at once. I cried out in pleasure. And Renee kept fucking me and spanking me.

"Don't think you're only cumming once after all the work I put it," she hissed. "Cum again for me slave!"

My body was on autonomous mode. I'm not sure if I would count the orgasms that flowed like water out of my body individually or if it was just one giant five-minute orgasm, but it consumed me. My head was spinning when she finally pulled out of my pussy with an obscene "plop" followed by a series of what I can only describe as pussy farts as the air she had jackhammered into me escaped. She then moved in front of me and had me suck the dildo clean. I was on autopilot. A cock, real or fake didn't matter, was presented in front of my face and I opened my mouth and sucked it. Satisfied it was clean, she helped me turn the bench 180 degrees. It was tough since my ankles were still clipped to the base, but we managed. I vaguely realized she wanted me facing the camera when she moved behind me again. I bent back over assuming she was going to spank me again, but instead she grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so it looked at the camera. My torso was at about a 45-degree angle. Not really standing and not bent over either. She told me to pinch my nipples. Then she pushed the dildo back into my very receptive pussy. I moaned, of course.

"Look at the camera, pet," she told me, now in a loving sultry voice. She was fucking me at a medium tempo. More than her teasing speed, but not the savage plowing I received that drove me to surrender to her. I looked at the camera and tried to smile.

"Repeat after me," she commanded. "My name is Mia Roberts." I repeated the line, although I'm not sure how clearly as my fog of orgasm was building again quickly and I was losing emotional contact with the real world. Renee continued to give me instructions. I continued to repeat them as clearly as I could to the camera.

"Tonight I have given myself to Renee Dubois. She is now my Mistress and I pledge to do anything she says."

"If I am bad, I expect to be punished. If I am good, I expect to be rewarded."

"I make this decision of my own free will and it is not in exchange for a good grade in her class."

"What we do in private has nothing to do with Mistress Renee being my teacher and my being her student."

"This is a consensual relationship. I am not being blackmailed in any way."

"I will never again touch my pussy without her permission. It belongs to Mistress Renee."

"I will never orgasm without permission from my Mistress."

"If I want to cum, I need to ask permission first."

"If I break these rules, I expect to be punished."

"Mistress Renee owns me now and I will follow her orders immediately and without question."

"If Mistress choses to share me with her friends, I will serve them as if they were my Mistress." She punctuated that rule with a vengeful thrust reminiscent of her recent submission fucking. A shiver went through my body as I thought of how humiliating it would be for Renee to loan me out to a friend. But I repeated the line and I meant it.

"I pledge to follow these rules and any others Mistress Renee deems necessary to put in place during my training to make me a good submissive."

I grappled with that last one. Not because I didn't want to follow it, but because her methodical fucking of my pussy had another orgasm building and I was struggling to remain focused on what she was saying. I probably didn't get all the words correct, but I must have gotten close enough to please her because she started building a quicker tempo plunging her fake cock in and out of my pussy. She still had a tight grip on my hair, but I found the mix of pleasure and pain intoxicating so I didn't care. Every few strokes she really let me have it with the strap-on while she tugged my hair even harder. Then, when she slowed down to a normal pace, she would spank me again. I was delirious with pleasure. I found myself drifting in and out of consciousness. It wasn't so much like I was going to pass out, but more like my head was spinning and I was losing track of where I was and what was happening. My brain was a haze of pleasure. The spanking no longer hurt and any time she pulled my hair became a stimulant. My entire body had become one big erogenous zone.

Mistress Renee could sense what was happening. I'm pretty sure she could tell that I was beyond the cognitive thought to ask for permission to cum, but she took pity on me and reminded me. I think I sighed because I was too far-gone to care if I earned a new punishment, but somewhere in my subconscious something must have triggered me to remember punishment was bad. I think I babbled, "Please..." but I know I didn't add a qualifier such as "... stop" or "... may I cum." Fortunately she took sympathy on me. She was probably tired and wanted to go to be and didn't want to punish me anyway.

Mistress Renee pulled out of my well-used pussy and walked in front of the bench. Reflexively I opened my mouth assuming she wanted me to clean the dildo. I knew that doing so was a very submissive act and I knew that would keep my arousal train moving toward the station. But she didn't. She knelt down in front of me instead and took my hands in hers and gave them a squeeze.

"You're going to reach down and finger yourself my willing toy. I'm going to kiss you. When you are ready to cum, break the kiss and ask nicely," she instructed.

I did as she instructed and she leaned in and gave me a tender, loving kiss. I was less than tender rubbing my clit and her kisses soon became fierce. She also grabbed my hair again and held me tightly against her lips. This limited my ability to break away to ask for permission to cum. Her kisses were magical and I never wanted them to end, but I needed to orgasm so I fought to pull my head back and speak the words we both longed to hear. I needed to hear myself beg and submit to her again and I'm sure she needed validation that I was serious. But she was preventing that and I was stressed that I couldn't hold out much longer.

Finally she pulled my head back. She then pivoted slightly so she was kneeling at an angle to my face and she forcibly aimed my head at the camera mounted in the ceiling. I could feel a dam bursting in my pussy as my juices poured down my thighs and my body began to convulse. "Please Mistress may I cum!" I shouted.

"Yes you may, slut," she told me. "Cum for your Mistress and anyone else I chose to show this video."

In retrospect, having someone command you to cum and inspiring you to cum harder because they might share a video of you in the throws of passion really shouldn't be a turn on. But in the moment it definitely was as fireworks exploded in my brain. My entire body clenched and I think I probably squirted because I never remember my fingers and thighs being that wet after I came. I'm sure I'll see the video someday so hopefully I will get confirmation about that. I bucked my body against the spanking bench as I rode the orgasm for all it was worth until my body gave out and I fell backwards to the floor. My bound ankles kept me near the bench with my knees facing upward, but my body was laying down for the count. My breathing was ragged and my eyes were unfocused on the ceiling. I vaguely remember Renee unhooking my legs and then helping me to stand. I was in no condition to do it myself. I thought she was helping me to the bed because I basically passed out from pleasure.

I woke, sore and tired, not in the basement but in Renee's bed upstairs. I was cuddled next to her. She also woke when I stirred. Her smile showed how much she cared about me. "Go to the bathroom and hurry back, sweetie," she told me. I slowly crawled out of her warm, comfy bed and gingerly walked to her bathroom. I had asked to be fucked like Carter fucked her and now I had to deal with the aftermath. I was in pain. But I also never felt as alive or with as much love for another person like I did for my new Mistress. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. My hair was a fright and my makeup was destroyed. I suppose I asked for that too.

"Mistress, can I shower and clean my face?" I called out to her as I sat on the toilet relieving myself.

"No, pet. Not yet," she replied. "I want to hold you a bit longer and you looked wonderful and well used, just like my slave slut should look... and smell for that matter. You really stank up the playroom last night. You'll need to clean it today."

Being described like that should have been humiliating, but I felt pride as I had pleased her and it was a badge of honor. I slowly returned to the bed as Renee lifted the covers so I could slide in next to her. She was naked and her breasts looked appetizing for breakfast. I saw that she also had on the strap-on that had given me so much pleasure. I admit I was a bit scared at what she planned to do with it at that moment. She told me to spoon her and she wrapped her arms around me. I felt the dildo pressing against my ass as she tenderly took my breasts in her hands and began to gently rub my nipples.

"You were amazing last night," she cooed into my ear. I felt warm and safe in her arms. The dildo was pressed against my ass and I had the feeling she intended to break in my unused back door. But that was OK. If that was what she wanted, that was what she was going to get. I only hoped she would take it easy on me the first time. I must have sighed again as I thought about that eventuality because she asked what I was thinking.

"Are you going to fuck my ass, Mistress?" I responded.

"Yes, but not yet," she told me. "I have to prepare your asshole first so you will really enjoy it. That takes time."

"Then why are you wearing the strap-on," I asked. "Are you going to fuck my pussy again?"

"Actually after helping you to bed, I just fell asleep next to you without taking it off," she said. "Do you want me to fuck you again?"

"Absolutely, Mistress," I replied. She smiled. "But maybe not right now. I'm really sore from last night."

"That is what you asked for little one," she reminded me. I just nodded. "Let me just hold you for a while," she told me.

We didn't talk. We just snuggled for fifteen or twenty minutes. Then Renee said she had to use the bathroom. When she returned, she had removed the strap-on. I looked up at her longingly wondering what happened next. She lay back down on the bed and told me to lick her nipples. That was a command I was happy to follow.

Her nipples quickly hardened with the attention and after a few minutes she told me to lick her pussy instead. "You were enthusiastic last night when you were tied. Let's see how you do when you are free," she told me. I quickly moved between her legs and began with long slow licks along the length of her vulva. She told me to do my best but that my technique needed work. She also told me I had fifteen minutes to get me off and if I succeeded I would get a reward. So it was a mixed bag of feedback. I was disappointed she didn't think much of my skills, but I was happy that she was giving me time to improve and promised to teach me how to be better.

She gave me pointers as I lay between her legs including instructions of how most women she'd been with liked to be eaten (technique wise) and how she was a little different. I must have been doing all right because I brought her to climax with about a minute to spare. She praised me, but added that I needed a lot of practice. She then winked and told me I would be getting plenty of opportunity to improve. That was OK with me. I figured that my reward was that she would return the favor and get me off. An orgasm is a great way to start the day. But instead, she went to her closet and pulled out a frilly maid's outfit. She told me that my reward was to make her breakfast and to then clean the house. I'm sure the look of disappointment on my face was clear to see. She reminded me that I had pledged to serve her and follow her orders. She also told me that not every task would be sexual (although the costume certainly was) and that I should take pride in everything I did for her. I wasn't ready to buy that logic yet, but I got dressed as she ordered.

The maid's outfit didn't come with panties or a bra so I wore neither. As I was making the eggs, Renee came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me to play with my nipples. For a task that wasn't supposed to be sexual, my body certainly didn't understand. She had me make two plates of breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast and coffee were on the menu. I placed the plates on her circular kitchen table, but I didn't sit down. I didn't want to presume I would be allowed to sit and eat until after she was done. I was half right. Renee told me to move my plate next to hers. She then told me to sit on her lap. As I did, she spread her legs so I was straddling her right thigh. She then told me to begin eating while she moved her right hand between my legs. My pussy was already wet with anticipation from when she played with my nipples and she found little resistance for sliding two fingers inside of me. After one bite of the eggs I leaned back against her and moaned.

"I can be a sweet Mistress or a mean Mistress," she whispered into my ear forcing me to struggle to hear her. Her fingers were now dancing on my clit and distracting me from what she was saying. "I know you didn't want to put on this outfit cook, but you did it. That makes you a good girl. After breakfast I want you to clean the playroom. Then you can shower and go home. Your parents are probably worried. Tell them you are going to babysit tonight again tonight and I may need you to stay the night. Now finish your breakfast."

Mistress Renee continued to work my pussy as I slowly ate breakfast. I was in no hurry to finish. Apparently she was in no hurry to get me off either. It felt so right for me to be leaning into her with her fingers alternately finger fucking me and playing with my clit. By the time my last piece of toast disappeared into my mouth, I was panting in need and begging her to bring me off. She reiterated that I had been a good girl and gave me permission to cum without the usual delay I had begun to expect. It was a good cum. Not a great cum, but anytime you can come on your Mistress' lap, it is a reward to be celebrated. She told me to put my plate in the sink and that she would attend to it later. I then headed to the basement without her needing to remind me. I assume she then ate her breakfast.

By the time I was done cleaning up the playroom, which involved changing the sheets, starting to wash the old soiled ones, cleaning the vibes and putting the bench back where it started the evening, I was ready for my shower. I didn't really want to go home, but I knew my parents would freak if I didn't. I walked back into Renee's bedroom. It had not occurred to me to use the shower in the guest bathroom. I saw the strap-on on the bed and heard the shower running. At first I had a dirty thought that I should put it on and surprise Renee in the shower. I bet she would let me fuck her. But trying to be a good girl took over and I took the dildo and harness back downstairs, cleaned the dildo and put them both back on the toy table. By the time I returned, Renee was just out of the shower. Her hair was still wet and she was just wrapping a towel around her body. I know I had lust in my eyes when I looked at her. "Can I service you again, Mistress?" I asked in a little girl voice.

"Your enthusiasm is duly noted, baby, but not now. We both have things to do today. Shower so you don't look like such a used slut and go home. I will have instructions for you later."

I felt squishy inside again when she said she would send me further instructions.

Back at home the day felt like it was dragging on forever. Waiting for a message from my new Mistress felt terrible, especially when my mom insisted I go food shopping with her. I knew I didn't get cell service inside the store and knew my mom could easily take an hour do the weekly grocery run. The entire time we were there I imagined Renee texting me just as we went into the store and then being mad that I didn't respond. I envisioned that she decided I didn't really want to be her pet and that she would dump me. But it turned out OK. She didn't message me until almost 3pm and when she did, she had a pretty simple task for me. I was to photograph all my clothes, shoes and underwear for her. That seemed like a pretty weird request, but given what we had done last night, I suppose it was the most normal thing I would do this weekend. I quickly went to my room, locked my door, stripped out of my sweatpants, t-shirt, bra and wet panties. Did I mention I had been having dirty thoughts about Renee all day? I then laid them neatly on my bed and began doing the same with the rest of my clothes. By the time I was done sending her pictures of everything, I was desperate to masturbate. I had been daydreaming of Renee telling me it was OK to do so as a reward for completing the task, but I didn't hear back from her until 7pm. When I did, it was instructions on how to dress and then a command to get to her house as quickly as possible.

The clothes she picked her not particularly sexy, but putting them on for her was exciting. I did not know what to expect when I arrived at her house. Would she stay home and play with me? Would Carter come over and use me? Would she bring other friends over to enjoy my body? As it turned out, the answer was none of the above.

The same note from the night before was on her door. She was getting dressed and I should come in. Immediately my heart sank as I pictured another night watching myself on TV while I was teased. As it turned out, Mistress Renee was in her room getting ready. She was sitting at her dressing table doing her makeup. She had on a bra, stockings and a garter belt, but was sans panties. I licked my lips when I saw her exposed pussy. She pointed to the space beneath her dressing table.

"Since you are right on time, you can get more practice licking my pussy. You make me cum before I have to leave and I will let you cum later tonight."

My disappointment was evident when she said she was leaving, but I was excited to practice my new skills on her delicious pussy. The space under the table was a bit cramped, but I fit. Renee commented that the space was able the same as the desk in her classroom. I shivered at the thought of doing this at school. Then I refocused my efforts in getting my Mistress to orgasm. I didn't want to spend the night just teased again. Renee was less forthcoming with complements than she had been this morning. Maybe she expected me to remember better what she had already taught me or maybe she was just stressed over getting ready to go out. Thankfully like this morning, my skills were just good enough to bring her off as she finished her hair and makeup. She stood up leaving me kneeling with my face glistening with her fluid. I did like that feeling. She thanked me and then told me to grab some panties from her dresser and to help her with her dress. It felt good to help her get ready for her date, or whatever they called their sessions. As was typical, she looked stunning. When she was ready, she told me to strip. I quickly did, down to my bare ass. I knew time was running out until she had to leave so I didn't waste any. Renee moved toward me and gave me a very passionate and very possessive kiss.

"You got me off and I am a Mistress of my word. Tonight will be more pleasure than pain. Use the bathroom and then meet me in the playroom."

I didn't really have to go, but I figured it would be my last chance for many hours so I urinated. I then practically sprinted to the basement. The spanking bench had been moved against the wall and a new implement had taken its place. I recognized it from Renee's video. It was the Sybian. She told me Carter had brought it over for her after hearing about how well I did last night and this morning. I guess I should have felt pride of accomplishment, although I was more than a bit nervous about what was about to happen.

"Most Sybians have a variable speed control that the user or a friend manipulates," Mistress told me. "This one can do that, but it can also be controlled by an app." I watched as she tapped several buttons on her phone. "Please kneel over it and slide the little vibrating dildo into your pussy."

I reflexively gave my pussy a quick rub to make sure I was wet enough to slide down the plastic nub, although that really wasn't necessary. I was plenty wet to mount the device. The nub wasn't very large so it didn't fill me like the dildo had last night. But it was curved so it rubbed along the front wall of my pussy. I remember thinking that will get interesting when the power is turned on. Mistress then secured leather cuffs around my wrists that were then secured to a chain hanging down from the ceiling. I was effectively bound to the device, although in an emergency I could stand and I took note that she had not locked the cuffs to the chain. I could escape if I really need to do so.

"Here's the deal little one," Renee began to explain. "I'm going over to Carter's place. I don't know when I'll be home. We'll check in on the video from time to time to make sure you are OK. Once I start the Sybian it will run on five-minute cycles. The first will be slow and very pleasurable. Then it will turn off for five minutes. The second is stronger and the third is full power. You'll definitely orgasm on the third cycle and possibly on the second. Overall it is a 30-minute pattern. Then it will repeat. If you are still in this position when I return and you have not cheated by standing up, you will be rewarded."

I said, "Yes Mistress, I understand."

She tapped her phone and the Sybian came to life. It was at a low speed and as she had said, very pleasurable, but I could tell it wouldn't get me off. Then Renee added, "I almost forgot, I have a new video for you to watch and keep you company."

With that she clicked a remote and the TV turned on. I wasn't surprised that it was the footage of me from last night. Once again Renee had managed to set me up for a night of teasing while she was out partying with her FWB and undoubtedly getting fucked properly herself. But I wasn't going to complain. I'd seen what the Sybian had done to her, dreamed about riding it myself and now had at least a few hours to enjoy it. My only question was whether I would survive the experience or whether I would have to tap out.

To be continued...