Miss Hartleys School for Girls

Miss Hartleys School for Girls

Chapter 1: Introduction to submission

When I was 15 years old my parents decided to move me to another school. They wanted to correct my `errant ways', as they expressed it, and therefore decided on a school that stressed the aspect of discipline. In addition they wanted an all girl school, to avoid me having problems with boys. They did not know that I wasn't really interested in boys. My sexual fantasies mainly concentrated on a few older girls, whom I dare not approach, and I had only vague ideas about what girls could do together sexually. Anyway, my parents chose Miss Hartleys School for Girls, a well renowned and secluded school in the country.

I was very taken with the buildings when I arrived with my parents. The school complex was built in red brick and was from the turn of the century. The grounds were well kept, and I noticed a stable, and what looked like a spacious gym. My parents took care of the formalities, and quickly left, leaving me alone with the impressive Miss Harley.

Yes, impressive she was. Thirty-ish and full bodied, some would say lush. Dark, long hair collected in a tight bun. Brown eyes and a deep, slightly hoarse voice. She was dressed elegantly but subdued in a grey silken shirt with long sleeves, a long black skirt and very high-heeled black leather shoes. She looked me over carefully, taking her time, and making me feel acutely embarrassed.

`Well, Rita. Welcome to my school'

`Thanks'

`Hmm. We are somewhat particular here, young lady, in the way we expect our girls to address the staff here. I'm your headmistress and you are to address me as Mistress Hartley. Is that clear?

`Yes, Mistress Hartley'

`Good. Now we have a system here for new girls. You see, you'll be assigned to an older girl. She will take care of you during the first part of your stay here, and you will live in the same rooms. You must, however, also be of help to her, and in fact act as her part time maid'

`I..I don't understand, Mistress Harley'

`Oh, you will me dear. I've already chosen a girl to be assigned to you, and she will introduce you to all our rules here. Her name is Carol, and I'm sure you two will get along fine.'

She touched a concealed button beneath her desk, and shortly afterwards a girl, some years my senior, entered. She was tall, well trained, with a full bosom beneath the white linen of the school uniform shirt. Her hair was dark, cut short, and framed a face with high cheek bones and smoldering dark eyes. Mistress Harley introduced us, and told me the first rule:

` To you Carol is Mistress Carol. You have certain.. duties to perform, and this title makes it clear were your place is. However, Carol will make certain you fit in, and help you with your school work. This arrangement, I feel, helps the new girls to find their place, and it works both way. I sure you'll benefit from Carol's experience.'

I was overwhelmed and rather anxious at this welcome, and the system consisting of having an older girl as `Mistress'. Carol however, seemed a very pleasant girl, and smiled encouragingly at me.

Miss Hartley then dismissed us, and Carol took me to her rooms, which were surprisingly spacious and well furnished. I commented on it.

`It comes with the territory', she replied briefly

` Once we become Mistresses in our own right, we are also given an apartment such as this. Come, dear, let me show you around'.

The apartment consisted of a living room, with a comfortable couch, a low table and a small dining table with four high-backed chairs around it. A thick, beige carpet covered the floor. Adjacent to the living room was a small kitchen, and a sleeping room occupied by a large four-poster double bed, with black sheets and cover. Beside the bed was a narrow pallet, with wooden posts and simple, white bedclothes.

` This is where you sleep, Rita', Carol said and pointed to the pallet.

I had not really expected to sleep with Carol in the large double bed, but I was still disappointed. The simple pallet looked extremely uninviting. The bathroom was clean and large and contained a good-sized bathtub, as well as a bidet.

We went back to the living room, and sat at the dining table while Carol explained what was expected of me, as a newcomer to Miss Hartleys School for Girls, and as her ´assistant' or `servant'.

`We have a rather special system here', she started her explanation, all the while looking somewhat searchingly at my face.

'You see, Rita, we get quite a few students like you. Girls who have had problems in the schools they've been in before. Disciplinary problems. Girls sent to us by parents or custodians, or the authorities, in order for them to learn discipline, humility and self-awareness.'

She looked me directly in the eyes, pursed her lips, and let her gaze stray down to my bosom, where my brassiere was plainly visible through the thin cloth of the school uniform shirt.

`One of the ways we do this, is by attaching new girls to senior students, in order to serve them, and learn from them. And you have been attached to me, Rita'

Yes' I answered, and what am I expected to do?'

`Whatever I demand' Carol caught my eyes again.

You must answer to my every need, and follow every rule I set down for you, within the walls of this apartment. Outside you simply follow the normal school rules, as does everybody else. But here I am your Mistress and hence you must obey all of my whims. Otherwise I will contact Miss Hartley, and with your track record you'll probably be sent of to juvenile detention' She raised her voice slightly Is that clear Rita?`'

I didn't answer immediately. It felt strange sitting here, with a beautiful, older girl at the opposite side of the table, threatening me with prison if I didn't comply with her slightest wish. And I didn't have a clue, as to what she would demand of me - cleaning probably. Cooking perhaps. And I hated both. But she did have a point - I had very little choice, especially after my last series of shopliftings. Everybody, except Miss Hartleys School for Girls, had given up on me. And although Carol was threatening me, it actually felt comfortable to have somebody make decisions for you.

`Look at me, girl' Carol now demanded. Softly, but with steel audible in her voice.

I had been staring blindly at the polished tabletop, and now raised my head slowly, to find dark, hard eyes staring into mine.

`You really have no choice you know.' the softness in her voice grew more apparent, and there seemed to be some compassion in her eyes.

'But I'll take good care of you. You've been a very naughty girl, but I'm sure I can correct that'

She paused.

`You need to know my main rules, as a start. I am not going to repeat them, so listen carefully, and remember the consequences if you forget. And the first rule, Rita, is always to answer when spoken to, and always to call me by my full title, which to you is Mistress Carol. Do you understand?'

I looked at her, her full lips were slightly parted, and her face, framed in short black hair, was flushed. She looked absolutely stunning, and I was suddenly not in any doubt what so ever. I looked straight into her eyes and responded:

'Yes I do, Mistress Carol'

It felt easy, was almost a relief. A slight smile came and went on Carols face. Frosty sunshine in winter.

`Good girl. Continue that way, and you'll do well'

`I'll try my best, Mistress Carol'

The response came naturally, and a tingle started somewhere in the lower part of my spine.

OK', she became businesslike and brusque again. The rest of the rules. You may never leave these rooms without my explicit permission. You must dress as I order you to. Outside you must of course wear the school uniform, but what you have on beneath the uniform is up to me to decide. Is that clear?'

`Yes, Mistress Carol'

I felt warm and strangely excited by this. Not to be allowed to choose my own underwear, was something I'd never imagined could happen to me. But I realized I did not find the idea repelling. From what I could see of Carols bra, which was silky and lacy, she had excellent taste in underwear.

`Good. Now you have your duties, of course. You must keep the apartment spotless and tidy, and up my standards. Which are high. You must also assist me personally, as a maid. That is help me with dressing, bathing, make-up and such matters. You wont really have any free time, but must always be on call. School work, though, will have a high priority, and I'll help you with your homework.'

`Thank you, Mistress Carol'.

This was something I hadn't expected. But then: I had expected none of this.

`Now, before I continue, I want you dressed right. Stand up, Rita, and take your clothes off.'

`All of them?'

I was not really comfortable with the idea of stripping in front of this imposing girl.She sighed audibly.

`Yes, girl, all of it. And I do not like to have my orders questioned. When I order you to do something, you do it, or suffer the consequences. And you don't talk back to me!'

I felt I had failed her somehow, and quickly responded:

` No, Mistress Carol, I understand'

` Good. Then proceed'.

She settled back, and watched me closely, as I stood up, and started to undress.

I felt uncomfortable, with Carol watching me, but nonetheless bent down to remove my shoes.

`Turn around girl' Carol commanded.

I was confused, and straightened up, flustered. Again that sigh.

`I want to watch your arse, while you take your shoes off. Now turn your back to me, bend down and go ahead'

I felt my cheeks flush , as I realized that Mistress Carol would actually take pleasure in watching me. I felt proud - but also nervous and very, very shy. So I was hesitant, and waited a long moment, as my Mistress held my gaze, before I turned, and bent down, thus exposing my ass to her inspection. The room suddenly felt hot.

`Mmm- that's nice, girl. Hike up your skirt a bit'

I did as she asked, exposing my upper thighs, and the plain cotton panties I was wearing. Mistress Carol was silent, so I simply took off my sneakers, and the white socks I was wearing with them, and stood up again, and turned to face her.

`Did I ask you to stand up again?'

`Nnn.., no, Mistress Carol'

`So: Bend down again, and wait for my instructions. I can see, that you need serious training in how to behave when undressing in front of your Mistress.'

`Yes, Mistress Carol', I responded, and bent down again, and discovered to my surprise, that I enjoyed playing this little game. Being ordered to show my arse to a girl, a few years my senior, whom I hadn't seen until about 30 minutes ago, actually exited me tremendously. And I was looking forward to, whatever else she had in store for me.

`Remove you skirt and bend forward again. Touch your toes.'

I felt the cotton panties stretch tightly over my bum, waited expectantly for the next demand. Instead I heard her stand up, and walk towards me.

`Stand still, Rita', she said, and I suddenly felt her cool hand on my arse.

She deftly exposed both my ass cheeks and drew the panties tight between them. I gasped as I felt the tightening over my cuntal area, and the coolness on my nether cheeks.

Carol sat down again, and there was a drawn out silence, while I waited, with some trepidation, for what her next pleasure would be.

`Very well, stand up, and face me'

I did so, with the panties still bundled up in my ass crease, and with downcast eyes, afraid to look her in the eyes.

`Look at me, Rita' - sotto voce.

I looked at her, and saw a slight, but warm smile on her lovely face.

`You're enjoying this, aren't you?'

I could not answer that question. The implications were much too frightening to consider. So I could just stutter

`I...I don't know, Mistress Carol'

Laughter.

`Ahh- but I do, my dear. I do.'

Then like a whiplash: `Take off your shirt and bra.'

I did, thus exposing my slight, not yet fully developed breasts, and felt the nipples harden, embarrassing me, but definitely pleasing my Mistress.

`Hands behind your neck'

I did as she told me, further exposing my naked breasts and causing the hardening nipples to stick out even further.

`Mmm- you are indeed enjoying this. Perfect. You do please me, Rita.'

Her eyes bored into mine, and I felt a thrill envelop my body, and a hotness in my cheeks.

`You please me so much in fact, that I'll do you the honor of removing your panties'

She approached me, and crouched down in front of me, her face close to my crotch. Her soft hands gently peeled the panties from my ass crease and cuntal area, and then she slowly pulled them down my legs, which were now shaking with embarrassment , excitement and fear. She kept her eyes on my pussy as it became exposed, and I felt her warm breath.

`Step out of them'

I did, and she stood up - close to me, with my panties in her hand. She kept her eyes locked into mine, as she languidly lifted the panties to her nose, and sniffed them appreciatively for a long, long moment. I stood frozen, naked before her. Shaking and hot, and felt totally exposed. Body and mind. Unexpectedly she encircled me with her right arm, drew me close, and I felt her dry lips on mine - followed be a gentle but demanding tongue, exploring my lips and the oral cavity beyond. I simply melted against her, let her kiss explore me, and felt my eyes brim with tears. Carol stood back, a small smile on her face.

`Keep your hands behind your neck, Rita. And stay still. I'm going to blindfold you now - and then dress you up in the clothes I want you to wear tonight. And I do not want you to see yourself until I have finished with you. Understand?'

`Yes, Mistress Carol'

I kept looking down. I couldn't let her see my eyes, and the smoldering excitement at being so vulnerable and exposed to another girl' s smallest whim. And she wanted to dress me up! Like those games me and my older sister used to play years ago, when mother allowed us to use her discarded make-up, and old clothes.

Carol rummaged in a cupboard behind me, approached me from the back, and gently tied a black scarf around me eyes, completely blocking out the light.

So - there I was, 15 years old, naked, blindfolded, waiting with my hands folded behind my neck. Waiting for a senior girl, appointed to be my Mistress, to dress me as her slave according to her wishes. I'd never been so exited in my life!

The next twenty minutes disappeared in the smooth, cool feeling of silk against my naked body, and in the slow sensuous, lingering touches my Mistress liberally distributed over my breasts and buttocks while she dressed me. But it was perhaps, her comments that exited me the most. She seemed to love dressing me up, and certainly let me know it:

What a saucy arse you have girl' Oh - I'd love to suck those outstanding nipples of yours' Mmm - you make a most presentable slavegirl' Do I detect a wetness between those thighs?'

I simply stood in my private velvet darkness and savored her words and her attention, and I must say that I'd never been appreciated so much. This wonderful , older, more experienced girl, actually voiced her admiration for my body, while she dressed me! I couldn't believe it and worked hard to keep my pose, and please her as much as possible.

At last Carol had finished dressing me, and led me to the full length mirror without removing the blindfold. She stood behind me, with her hands on my hips, and as she removed the blindfold, she whispered in my ear:

`This is how I like to she you within my rooms. You look absolutely delicious, and there are all sorts of nasty things I'd like to do to you in that outfit'

I could only shiver with pleasure in response, and wonder briefly about those nasty things, before I was stunned by my picture in the mirror. My Mistress had dressed me exclusively in black and white. My upper body was enclosed in a tight fitting white corselet, which provided support for my budding, teenage breasts, but left them exposed. I couldn't help noticing my nipples were rock hard and protruding, and blushed at the sight. Sheer black silk stockings enveloped my legs, and was topped by a matching garter belt. The panties were white, made of rather heavy silk, exquisite but simple in design. No lace or frills - just cool silk on my young cunt. I felt sexy and vulnerable at the same time - and extremely proud and excited at the pleasure I obviously aroused in my young Mistress.

` Put this on, Rita'

Carol passed me a black garment, which proved to be a very short, pleated skirt, that only barely covered my rump, and showed my stockinged legs to their full advantage. I was also ordered to put on a pair on high heeled leather shoes, black and unadorned.

` That's it: you make a sexy, and very seductive, French maid. Now, turn around so that I can inspect you'

I did as ordered, feeling her critical, but also appreciative, eyes on my body. And felt a rush of pleasure as I thus showed myself to her, dressed as her subservient maid and, yes, slavegirl.

` Turn your back to me, and bend down.'

Her hands briefly caressed my silk-covered ass, so lewdly on display for her. Then:

` Spread you legs.... No, girl, more. As much as you possibly can. Mmm, that's better'

Her fingertips gently touched me, and then she changed to more intense fondling of my arse-cheeks. Never touching the skin, Carols knowing hands slid all over the stretched silk of my panties, gently massaging my firm butt.

` You like this, don't you Rita?'

I couldn't answer immediately - her massage had induced a sexual languor in me. Something my Mistress was not hesitant to correct by giving me a couple of resounding slaps on my arse, causing me to cry out in surprise

` Oh, Carol...., I mean ... Please Mistress...'

She spanked me again, barehanded and with enough force to make me feel the heat, but not causing any real pain. In fact I suddenly felt a slight wetness from my pussy seeping into my panties.

` Ohh...Mistress'

`Answer me! You love have your ass touched - don't you?'

` Ye... yess, Mistress Carol'

`Say it!'

` I..I love to have my ass touched, Mistress Carol'

`Good - and you also loved being spanked on your delicious little butt. Don't you, girl?'

Again her bare hands slapped repeatedly on my rear, heating up my silk-covered cheeks, and, to my shame, causing an increased flow of juice from my pussy. I was confused. I had never been spanked before, and now this girl, my self-proclaimed Mistress, was causing strange sensations in my body, by repeatedly slapping my panty covered nether cheeks. She was not causing any real pain. She was much too accomplished and experienced for that - but the flow of blood to my arse was, to my great surprise and confusion, also giving rise to waves a pleasure in my cunt, and tremors in my whole body. Hearing my Mistress' praise of my arse, and her lewd implication that I liked being treated in this manner, made my body override my mind, and as a result I started wriggling my arse slightly from side to side, and pressed it close to Carol, as I responded:

` Ohh.. Yess.., Please Mistress Carol. Please spank me. Please spank my arse Mistress. I love it, when you spank me. Please.'

Carol gave a quiet, self-satisfied little laugh.

` Ahh. I knew it, Rita. You are a natural submissive. A born lesbian slavegirl.'

She finished off her spanking with a few hard slaps - still taking care not to touch my bare skin - and ordered me to stand up. I stood, somewhat sorry, that her treatment of my butt had finished, and turned to face her.

Carol' s cheeks were flushed, her full lips were moist and there was a smoldering fire in her eyes, that I couldn't meet, and I therefore looked down.

` Look at me Rita..'

Her voice caressed me and made my skin break out in goosebumps. It was like being touched in the most intimate places with a steel blade cased in velvet. So I looked at her. For an eternity it seemed I drowned irretrievably in her steady gaze, my breath uneven, my buttocks on fire beneath their close-fitting coating of cool silk, my cunt aching with unrelieved lust.

` You will attend to me now, while I bath, and then you'll help me dress. I'll strip now, and you will keep looking into my eyes as I remove my clothes'

` Yes, Mistress Carol'

Slowly, my teenage dominant unbuttoned and removed her white cotton school blouse and stepped out of the navy-blue pleated skirt, revealing a lush but athletic body and simple cotton underwear. She continued to hold my gaze as she removed her white socks and running-shoes, and then she beckoned to me.

` You may remove my bra - but keep your eyes in mine'

`Thank you Mistress Carol'

I approached her, my heart beating wildly, and my legs almost giving way beneath me, unaccustomed to high heels as I was. Carol held up her arms, and I could feel her smell, sweet and spicy, as I kept looking at her, and stood very close in order to reach behind her and unclasp her simple brassiere. I swayed slightly, intoxicated with her nearness, and fumbled for an unnecessary long time over my task. But at last Carols ample breasts swayed free, with generous nipples protruding stiffly from dark brown aureoles. I suddenly realized that my Mistress was as aroused as I was, and also that I completely had disobeyed her, and broken our eye to eye contact, as I removed her brassiere.

` Look at me, I said' Carol snapped, with strictness in her voice.

I almost could not tear my eyes away from her breasts, but managed to raise me gaze to her face again.

A small, steely smile played briefly on her lips.

` You'll have to punished for that break of discipline late, my girl.'

` Yes, Mistress Carol, I understand' was my submissive response, which strangely enough gave me a tingle of pleasure. I was in fact cherishing the thought of being punished by this stunning creature standing near naked before me, and I loved her already for the way in which she assumed control.

` On your knees, maid'

I quickly responded, lowered myself to my knees, without loosing eye-contact with my Mistress (no easy task in high heels!), and put my hands behind my neck, and she had already taught me.

` Lovely - you did that very well. And that posture makes you look so vulnerable.. Now, remove my panties.'

I started to take down my hands, when she added, as an afterthought

`- with your mouth!'

I was stunned! And thrilled to the core. The idea of peeling Mistress Carol's panties off, using only my mouth appealed enormously to me - and made my slit even wetter.

` You may look away, but do not remove your hand from behind your neck'

`No, Mistress Carol'

I approached her slowly, on my knees, until I was close enough to smell her skin, and catch a whiff of the potent aroma emitted by her quim. I noticed a sizeable wet spot in the crotch of the plain cotton panties, and knew my Mistress was as exited as I was, at the prospect of having her panties removed.

` Proceed, slave' she ordered.

I carefully took the elastic of the panties between my lips, and then pulled them down slowly with my teeth. My lips touched Carols warm, firm belly, and as I laboriously pulled the white cotton down curly black hairs tickled my nose, and filled my nostrils with the pungent aroma of sexually exited woman. I almost fainted, lost my grip on the panties, which slipped back somewhat, and realized I had to start with my Mistress' lush behind. I crawled behind Mistress Carol, got a good grip on the panties with my teeth, and proceeded to reveal her naked arse. By necessity - and a tingling longing - I had to keep my nose in the dark and beckoning crease between the firm buttocks, and a heady smell reminiscent of autumn forests and musk, made my senses reel. I managed, however, to bare more than half of Carols delicious bum, before again proceeding to her front side, where it was now possible for me to grip the panties with my teeth, and slowly pull them down and thus reveal my Mistress' majestic womanhood. Densely covered in black hair, with puffed outer lips, where moisture glistened it took such hold of me, drew me into its heady aroma, that I simply had to taste it. So after having laid bare the cuntal area of my teenage goddess, I extended my tongue and furtively licked the puffed, blood-filled cunt-lips so lewdly exposed before my face.

A sharp intake of breath followed my action, and a slight shudder.

` I did not give you permission to do that, slut!'

Mistress Carols voice was scolding, but I didn't care. I was totally lost in savoring her taste. Fresh and salty it was, with a slightly bitter note and a flavor of roasted nuts, and I knew I was hopelessly in love, and that there was nothing I'd like better than to delve into the secrets of my Mistress' body and feel her many-splendoured taste erupting on my tongue.

Angrily Mistress Carol stepped out of her soaked panties, and rolled them between her palms into a tight little ball.

` Open your mouth, slut'

I immediately complied - her voice was sharp, and promised no leniency, if she was not obeyed at once. Mistress Carol then stuffed her panties into my open mouth, and tied a black velvet band round my head to keep them there. It was, perhaps, meant as a punishment. But it didn't feel like it! I had gotten immensely excited by the small lick I had managed to give Carols naked pussy - and now my whole mouth exploded with her concentrated taste. I almost fainted as my taste-buds were saturated with my lovely young Mistress' love juice. And being forced to this explicitly lewd act, made it all the more excitable. I shuddered with uncontrollable lust, and felt heat and wetness accumulate between my legs, soaking my tight silken panties.

` You're an extremely naughty girl, Rita. And savoring your Mistress' flavor is not really a punishment, is it?'

I could not respond, and couldn't meet her eyes.

`Look at me girl' Carol ordered in a deceptively soft voice.

I slowly lifted my face, and met her gaze - which was knowing, but also glinted with barely suppressed excitement. Or so I imagined - with all my senses reeling, I was not sure of anything. But with that look in her eyes, I could do nothing but slowly nod my head: It was indeed no punishment to have her cotton panties stuffed into my mouth.

`Very well, Rita. You may now assist me, as I bathe'

There was nothing I'd rather do.

I soon discovered, utterly ashamed of myself, that I was thoroughly thrilled by having a stunningly beautiful, totally naked, haughty teenager giving me orders relating to her personal hygiene. And being dressed up as a slutty French maid, with a pair of delightfully soiled cotton school panties gagging me, heightened the experience to a degree, where I felt removed from the ordinary world, and placed somewhere close to my personal sexual paradise. I drew a hot bath in the large tub, and Carol showed me how to check the temperature, so it was to her liking. I was then ordered to add an aromatic oil to the bath-water, and my Mistress then lowered her body into the water, sighing with pleasure. She relaxed for some time with her eyes closed, then ordered me to get her a cold glass of white wine, which she slowly sipped. I stood beside the tub, arms locked behind my neck as ordered, as waited for her commands. Instead she gave me additional instruction in how to behave, when in her presence.

` You see, Rita, you need to be controlled extensively. In all matters. Not only is it absolutely necessary to discipline you thoroughly in order to make you a better person - but you actually like being a lesbian slavegirl. So I must, as your ordained Mistress, make you understand the real pleasure of being a submissive, of being totally devoted to the pain and dominance that I exert over you delicious body. Do you understand this?'

I wasn't quite sure what she meant, but her words made unclear pictures, involving my naked flesh and her magnificent body, come and go in my mind. So I nodded.

`Hmm. I'm not sure you actually do understand. But never mid - you will certainly feel what I mean later. However, I need to make one thing clear. If you have to pee, or otherwise use the toilet, you need to have my explicit permission. You're most personal needs will be under my absolute control. The same applies to your sexual life, of course. You must always ask for my permission to come, and you may never masturbate, unless I give you orders to do so. And naturally you may not have any sort of sex with others unless I demand it from you. Is this clear.'

I felt very conflicting emotions. Having my innermost personal needs controlled was a frightening thought indeed. On the other hand: Letting myself be totally dominated by a Mistress as beautiful and sensuous as Carol, was something, I could now admit to myself, induced extremely pleasurable feelings in my inexperienced adolescent body.

Carol was looking at me - a slight smile on her face.

` You don't have to worry, Rita. I'll take care of you - and give you more and better sex, than you have ever had before.'

I knew she was right. I was inexperienced - and she had already, in the whole atmosphere of the evening, touched my sexuality in a manner which I had never imagined possible. It wasn't much of a choice. I nodded my understanding and consent.

My Mistress smiled. She now appeared relaxed and happy - just a buxom teenage girl in a bathtub. Only a slight glint in her dark eyes - and my fervid imagination - hinted that she was also an experienced sexual dominant, pleased to have a novice lesbian slavegirl at her personal disposal to train and to introduce to the pleasures of being a totally controlled submissive.

Carol finished her bath, and I was allowed to kneel on the hard bathroom tiles and dry her legs with a fluffy towel. I then followed her, with my eyes glued to her firm, naked buttocks, into the bedroom, where she rummaged in a chest of drawers and laid out a pair of black silk stockings, a pair of black silk panties with a frilly lace border and a matching bra.

My Mistress now instructed me to assist her dressing, and I gladly helped her, rejoicing in the close contact with her body, that I was thus allowed. The black, not excessively decorated, underwear suited Carols well trained body admirably. The panties fitted snugly over her lovely arse and pussy. So snugly in fact that I could still see the contours of her slit beneath the silk as I kneeled before her. I longed to lick her secret lips, so enticingly displayed before my adoring eyes, but couldn't as I was still helplessly gagged with Mistress Carols soiled school panties. The bra complete covered her proud, high-riding breasts, but the proud nipples could not be kept down. I let my hands linger for a long time on my Mistress' breasts as I helped her put on the bra. So long, that I earned a hard stare and a reprimand. The stockings had to wait, as Carol wanted her nails painted.

We returned to the sitting-room, and I knelt on the floor as Carol reclined on the couch, extended her right leg and placed her foot at my disposal. I spent the next half hour carefully painting Carols nails a deep red - trembling all the time, afraid I might make a mistake. And of course I did. And naturally my Mistress was angry with her clumsy slavegirl.

` You are a clumsy slut, and in sore need of training aren't you? A naughty school girl, who must be disciplined. That's what you are, Rita. And I'll have to take care of that very soon...'

I could only respond by nodding my head, and looking at her beseechingly, especially as I was feeling pressure in my bladder by now, and very much wanted to go to the toilet. I tried mumbling through my gag, and Mistress Carol must have understood something - because she looked at me closely, somewhat amused it seemed, and asked me:

`Do you need to pee, slavegirl?'

I nodded.

`And would you like me to remove your gag?'

I quickly nodded again.

`Okay - but you'll have to finish dressing me, before you can be allowed to see to your own needs'

Again I nodded, and Carol proceeded to ungag me. She held my chin for a moment, looking me deeply in the eyes.

`Thank me, Rita'

`I.., Thank you'

She slapped my cheek - not hard, just as a reminder.

`Its "Thank you, Mistress", slave'

`Ye..yess.. Thank you, Mistress Carol', I hurriedly replied.

` That's better, now get my stockings and the black satin dress in the wardrobe.'

I hurried, wanting to please her, and to be allowed to pee. I rolled the black silken stockings on her muscular legs, and slipped the low cut, tight fitting dress over her head. It came to 6 inches above her knees, and clung enticingly to her full body. She then fetched a pair of high heeled shoes, black of course. I knelt and put the shoes on her feet, and then looked up at my Mistress, standing above me in all her splendor: She had undergone a transformation from relaxed teenager to a stern dominatrix. Her eyes flashed as she looked at me, her lowly slavegirl, and the shoes provided her with extra height. I loved her fiercely as I felt her eyes on me, appreciating my demeanor.

`Extend your arms in front of you'

`Yes, Mistress' I acknowledged, and did as I was told, though I was getting worried. I did not want to pee in my pants!

And certainly not in front of my stern Mistress. I did not dare, however, to ask her once again to go to the toilet. She was aware of my plight, and was clearly enjoying my predicament. I could only wait - and hope to be allowed to relieve myself before the pressure became unbearable. The fact that I was helpless, and that my intimate bodily functions was under the absolute control of an older, more experienced girl, was making me visibly excited. Blood flowed into my cheeks, heating them, and providing color, and a tingling sensation was spreading in my cuntal area, heightened by the increased sensitivity in my recently spanked buttocks.

Carol had been looking in her chest of drawers for something, but now returned. She quickly slipped a padded leather bracelet on each of my wrists, making them tight, but not uncomfortable. They were connected with a short metal chain, and made me feel deliciously vulnerable. My Mistress then asked me to stand, and attached similar bracelets to my ankles. These, however, had no connecting chain. She then ommanded me to stand, and we proceeded to the bathroom, where I was ordered to sit on the toilet with my arms extended before me. Carol then stood on a stool in order to slip a long rope through a metal eyelet screwed into the wall almost as high as the roof. The other end of the rope she bound to the chain connecting my wrists, and proceeded to slowly pull on the rope, causing my arms to be extended above and slightly behind my head.

My bosom was thus put on open display, and Mistress Carol could not resist the temptation, but stepped close, and began to fondle my breasts, shown to their full advantage by my bound arms and the tight corselet. She pinched my exposed nipples, gently at fist, then more roughly, resulting in an involuntary moan from me. My Mistress, however, continued to pinch my nipples between two fingers, and then shortly release the pressure before continuing. This insistent milking of my sensitive buds enveloped me in a heady rush of pleasure.

`You love this, don't you slut? Don't you love to have your Mistress pinch and excite your hard, little, girly nipples? Doesn't it make your slave girl pussy wet and excited? Don't you feel pleasure at being bound, and being exposed to my smallest whim?'

I loved to have her talk like this to me. It made me feel so lewd and submissive. I had to respond, and knew instinctively that this was an integral part of the game. I had to answer her, to admit my lavisciousness and my desires.

`Ohh, yess.. Mistress. Yes, I love it when you pinch my nipples. Uuggh. Please... Ohh, yes. Harder, please Mistress. Oh, yesss, yes it makes my slave girl pussy all wet and slippery and excited....I..I like... Ohhh - yes, Mistress, I like to be bound by you... It.. I.. Uhhh, ...'

Carol now bent down, and started gently to lick my nipple, then to suck it into her mouth, making me excited beyond belief. She then bit down - not hard, but with enough force to cause me considerable pain. First one nipple, then the other was tortured in this manner, before she stood back a bit, and surveyed her handiwork. Both my teenage buds were harder and more extended than they had ever been before. Blood-filled and throbbing they seemed to radiate heat and pulse with pleasure. I could almost believe it possible to come by only having your nipples stimulated - as least if the one doing the stimulation was as skilled as my Mistress.

`Do you want to pee now, Rita?'

I nodded. It was all I could. My voice had gone somewhere else.

`Hmm. But you are not allowed to. Not yet. There are so many things I want to do with you..'

Abruptly she stooped to kiss me. Roughly invading my mouth, and sucking on my tongue. Only to leave me panting and unfulfilled a few seconds afterwards.

` Spread your legs'

I was slow, being still confused, and this caused Carol, with some irritation, to give me a series of rapid slaps on my upper, inner thighs. I yelped, roused by the pain, and quickly spread my legs, as ordered. My Mistress then took care that they would remain spread by pulling ropes through metal rings in my ankle bracelets and tying them through eyelets placed on the walls, close to the floor.

So there I was, tied with my legs spread and my arms above me, to a toilet. Longing to pee, and needing to, but not daring to. It was terribly frustrating - but also pleasurable, especially to have my beautiful Mistress surveying her handiwork (and my predicament) with a lustful light flickering deep in her dark eyes. She knelt down, gazed directly at my spread and exposed pussy, scantily clad in white silk. Gently, she pulled the silk, by now moistened with my juices, from my crotch, rolled it between her fingers with one hand, and parted my nether lips with her other hand. I drew a sharp breath, surprised at her actions, and the cool air, that suddenly teased my bared and opened slit.

`Mmmh, Rita. You're such a delicious slavegirl. Wet and willing aren't you?'

`Yes, Mistress. I'm wet.. and willing..'

`Willing to do anything?'

She started to gently caress my dripping slit my the tip of a finger. I almost fainted with longing.

`Yes, Mistress. I'm willing to do anything. I'll do anything to be allowed to pee, Mistress'

`Hmmm. Is that all you'd like?'

Her caress became deeper, and the finger delved into my young cunt hole, which was slick and glistening my ample secretions.

`Nooo. Yess.. Oh, please Mistress.. May I come, please??'

She stopped all her caresses immediately. Carefully placed the rolled up crotch of the panties between my blood-filled cunt-lips, and stood up.

`No, my sweet lesbian love-slave, you may not come yet. You need punishment first. You must deserve your come. So first of all you must pleasure me.'

With desire pounding through my young body I watched my Mistress slowly gather her tight-fitting skirt and bundle it carefully round her waist. She then turned, bent down, and backed towards me, exposing her panty-covered butt to my longing eyes. With care she positioned herself so that her rounded arse-cheeks were level with my chin, and then her command came, somewhat muffled by her heads proximity to the floor.

`Kiss my arse, Rita. But don't lick it!'

Obediently, I did as I was told without delay. I pushed my face forwards as far as my bondage allowed, inhaled the musky aroma, and started kissing. I was in a dream, totally absorbed in my task. Bound, totally vulnerable and exposed, and utterly blown away by my submissive desires and unexpressed longing, I knew only one thing: The firm butt-cheeks of my Mistress being presented for me to worship.

`That's it girl, kiss that butt. Suck it, slave'

Mistress Carol slowly gyrated her ass, and rhythmically clenched her panty-coverd cheeks, which were soon sopping wet with my saliva. She then reached back, and bundled the panties tight in the crease between her firm mounds, and I reveled in the taste of her naked butt-flesh, licking and sucking in ecstasy, forgetting my own needs and even my strong urge to pee, lost as I was in the pleasure of worshipping this dominant teenage girl.

She now stood up, turned towards me, and slowly removed her panties, all the time looking at my vulnerable body, revealed and spread open for her by the bondage I was kept in. She then again presented her arse to me, but this time she reached back and held her cheeks apart, so her arse-crease and rosebud was laid bare to my adoring gaze.

`Now, Rita. I want to feel your lesbian slavegirl tongue lick my arse-hole. I want you to ream and tongue-fuck my butt, and to know for the full, delicious taste of your Mistress. Go for it girl. Suck my butt! Stick your slavegirl tongue up my ass!'

I stuck my tongue out and moved my head forward as far as possible. A heady aroma assailed my nostrils. Carol was newly bathed and clean, and her skin smelled of discretely perfumed soap. But an earthy, dark smell emanated from her arse-hole, mixed with something lighter, more salty: Undoubtedly the smell of her cunt.

Enticed by the smell of my teenage Mistress, I carefully started licking the crease between her buttocks, thus putting my nose directly on her rosebud, forcing me to inhale her odor directly. My senses were reeling. Nothing existed in my mind except the smell and taste of this lovely, domineering teenager who in such a short time had seduced me, taken control of my body, and introduced me to the strange and powerful pleasure of being totally submissive.

I licked my way up her crease, found her rosebud and let my tongue savor the texture of the wrinkled rim, causing my Mistress to moan with pleasure and press her anal opening back towards the tip of my tongue. I stiffened my tongue and pressed it past the rim of Carols rosebud, and into her anal channel, which was moist, soft and pulsating, totally electrifying me.

`Ohh, yesss.., you naughty slut. Come on, baby, fuck my ass. Mmm, I love it. I love riding my ass on the stiff tongue of a naughty lesbian slavegirl. And you love it, don't you? I can feel it. Ohhhh... You are a natural slave girl, enjoying reaming your Mistress with your tongue... That's it.. Oh, God, you're good, honey...'

I loved it. Her dirty talk, her implications that I was a naughty girl and a lesbian slave, made me so horny that I responded by stiffening my tongue as much as possible, and moving my head faster and faster, thus tongue-fucking Carols butt-hole with increasing intensity, feeling her anal channel clench and unclench rhythmically, in time my with my movements.

Carol then suddenly withdrew, leaving me with my tongue sticking lewdly out of my mouth, breathless and shivering with excitement and the more and more urgent need to relieve myself. She turned around, spread her pouting, blood-filled pussy-lips with two fingers, and moved towards me. My Mistress then grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to her cunt. She then used both hands to keep my head still while she violently rode my mouth with her cunt, smearing copious amounts of juice over my face, and making me acutely aware that she was as excited as I was. This took me somewhat by surprise, but made me feel immensely proud. This older girl was extremely sexually turned on by me. She wanted me, wanted my body for her pleasure and satisfaction, and I knew I'd do anything to fulfill her wishes. She became my goddess at that moment, with the realization that I, Rita, as a lesbian slavegirl could invoke such desires in her, and provide her with the utmost release. So I did my best. Licked at her cunt, savoring the pungent flavor of her excitement. Used my sticky juice-smeared face to rub her cunt and my slave mouth to suck and service her whenever she would let me. For she was indeed dominating me: I was her excitement that controlled me, and her words that spurred me on.

Ohhh,... mmmmhh.. yes. Lick cunt, my lesbian maid'Suck my clit, Rita... suck it hard' `Now, girl, make your Mistress come...yess. that's it...arrrhhh..'

And come she did, spurting her juices into my mouth, grabbing my hair hard, and keeping my head close, while the throes of her orgasm made her spasm against my sticky face.

Afterwards she let go of my hair, and gently licked her cunt juice of my face, while she teased my nipples to renewed stiffness. I simply sat there trembling, almost exploding with my need.

` Please, Mistress Carol, I need to pee.. very much so. Can I, please be allowed to pee? I cant hold back much longer..'

She looked at me, teasingly:

`You not only need to pee, do you, Rita? Isn't there something else you'd like?'

My eyes downcast, I replied

` Yeees. Mistress... I'd like to... Please, Mistress, would you... I .. I need to..?

` Yes, what do you need, slave?'

I finally got it together

` I would.. like to... to.. to come, Mistress Carol. Please. I.. I need an.. org.. an orgasm...., Please'

`Ahh - well, I'll see what I can do for you.'

Abruptly she left, but returned directly, with a something black in her hand. She showed it to me - a short riding crop made of black leather.

` This is a perfect tool for overexcited slave-girls.'

She slapped it hard and repeatedly against her palm, making me cringe as I remembered my spanking. I knew she could hurt me a lot - but somehow I was not very fearful. I was also absolutely certain that this girl could give me more pleasure than I'd ever experienced before.

She kneeled down besides me, encircled my waist with her left hand, and started slapping my inner thighs with the short crop. I couldn't help yelping with the pain, although Carol was being gentle.

Shush, dear. I'll not be rough with you today. But you are a naughty lesbian slavegirl, and you need punishment.. and an orgasm..

She shifted her focus to my dripping cunt, and I felt the leather slap my blood-filled, swollen cunt-lips, so lewdly exposed by the sogging panties bundled in my dripping snatch. It was exquisite! Mistress Carol knew what she was doing, and used the crop with care. She gave me just enough pain to keep my pleasure in check, and the subtle slapping of the leather heated up my cunt-lips almost unbearably, and made the blood flow and pulsate in my whole cuntal area. My whole body throbbed, and without conscious thinking I moved my hips forward, as much as my restraint would allow, to meet every slap of the leather, to have it gently caress my cunt-lips, to beg for release. Delicious pain shot through me, combined with expanding heat, flowing sexual pleasure and unbearable pressure on my bladder.

I had a mouth, remembered it - and begged.

` Ohhh, Mistress, please let me peee... and come.... Oh, please... Yesss, Ouch, OOww, please, Oh, oh, slap my cunt, yesss Please. But let me cooommmmee... please Mistress Carol...'

My Mistress stopped hitting me with the crop. Looked into my wild eyes, and smiled wickedly.

`I love to hear a slave girl beg to have release. But you'll have to wait a little while yet..'

She then, very slowly, moved my dripping panties away from my girly slit, sucked on her index finger before letting it - oh, so gently - slide into my cunt-hole. Then she - `Oh, please let me come, Mistress' - withdrew it, and without warning pressed it up into my virgin bum, where it remained, finger-fucking my young butt faster and faster. At the same time she used the short leather crop to repeatedly hit my clit, which was standing sharply to attention, protruding from my juicy red, utterly abused girly cunt. The first soft tap of leather to my clit was almost too much. Pleasure, mixed with dull pain, radiated from my stiff clit to the rest of my teenage body. I trembled uncontrollably, rocked up and down on the finger invading my butt, felt my nipples heating up, as they filled with blood, and my bladder screaming to be emptied. I could only moan incoherently, but my Mistress relented:

`Would you like to be allowed to pee, slavegirl? And would you also like to come?'

She stopped her incessant slapping of my pleasure bud, and I barely managed to gasp `Yessssss... please, Mistressss..' before she gave her permission.

` You may pee now, sweet Rita, darling slavegirl.. and you may come' and then she gave my clit a last slap.

My world shattered.

My whole body had an orgasm, not just my clitoris, as was the case when I masturbated myself to release. A yellow stream of piss shot in rhythmic bursts from my urethra and splattered on the bathroom floor. This released the pressure on my bladder and set of a series of muscle spasms in my body. My nipples felt red hot and pulsated as I writhered in my bonds. I was bound and helpless and shooting my piss on the floor, and yet I had never felt so good before in my young life. My bottom was sore from being spanked, and my cunt-lips and clitoris were red and ached from their resounding beating. My tender bum-hole was being violated and thoroughly finger-fucked. And I loved it, and loved my Mistress for controlling me so strictly and for finally allowing me to come. Wave after wave of sensuous pleasure passed through my body. My nipples throbbed, and my asshole contracted around the index finger of my Mistress. loving her touch, loving the feel of her in my bottom. My clit seemed enormous, a beacon of raw sexual lust it signaled release and heady pleasure to all of my young and inexperienced body. My cheeks were hot, my slit dripping with juice and pee, and I rode the contracting, expanding muscle-spasms of the first total orgasm in my life with a low erotic whisper urging me on:

`That's it, you naughty girl. Let you hot pee splatter on the floor. Let it go, darling. Pee for your Mistress'

`Mmmm, you're so beautiful when you come. And your lovely pussy-lips are so red and swollen from my beating. Sooo nice. And such a wet slit! You are a slut, Rita. A natural born lesbian slave'

`Like my finger up your arse? I know you do. I can feel you coming on my finger. Aahhh, yes, clench your ass, honey. Let me feel you coming.'

`You really are a natural, Rita. Such a horny, submissive bitch. Getting off from have her naughty pussy slapped.'

And finally, just before my shuddering stilled and I passed out from sheer fulfilled lust:

` You are going to like it here, my love. You are going to like it a lot - and so will I!'

A soft kiss on my lips was the last I knew.

Chapter 2: A lesson in French

One day my teacher in French, a tall blonde called Miss Langley, asked me to stay behind class. I was mystified, but naturally stayed. As all the other pupils left I was alone with Miss Langley, who was standing in front of the blackboard. There was a subtle tension in the room, and I felt my face flush.

`Stand up, Rita, and come here' she ordered, and I stood up slowly and went to her with my eyes downcast and my hand folded before me. I felt her looking me over and did not dare to meet her eyes.

`Look at me, girl', she then said quietly, and I had to raise my head and look the statuesque teacher in the eyes.

A small smile was evident on her face, and her gaze was thoughtful and penetrating. I almost couldn't bear her staring at me: I felt she looked down into my soul and bared all my desires.

`You have been a naughty girl haven't you?' she then asked me, her voice suddenly hoarse.

My mouth was dry, and I couldn't respond at once. Instead I dropped my eyes, and felt blood rush to my cheeks and make me blush furiously.

`Answer me, Rita,', Miss Langley said, firm and commanding now.

`I.., I'm sure I don't now what you mean, Ma'am.' I answered in a little girl voice.

`Oh, yes you do. Look at me, when I talk to you!'

Her eyes were flashing at me, and I lost myself in their power.

`You've been a very naughty girl, whispering with you little friends in my class, when my back is turned. You are not so innocent as you want me to believe. I've seen you, touching yourself and having dirty fantasies instead of concentrating on your work. You are definitely a naughty, dirty little girl, aren't you, Rita?'

I knew now precisely where this was leading. Mistress Carols training and the awakening of my submissive streak made me acutely aware of the deeply erotic undertones in the situation. And I had in fact had fantasies in class about being dominated by this strikingly beautiful and full-bosomed woman. We were of course playing a game, but it was a game that made my pussy juice and my nipples ache. So I responded to her by pushing my girly bosom forward slightly and demurely answering her teasing question. All the time looking in to her fiery eyes, blazing into my own.

`Yees.. Ma'am, I'm a naughty girl, Miss Langley'

`Ahh, and what happens to naughty girls, Rita?'

`They.. are punished, Ma'am'

`Indeed they are -- and how are they punished?'

`I.. I don't know, Miss.. are they perhaps spanked?'

A smile graced her face, now also flushing as was mine. She was pleased with the way the situation was developing, as so was I. So pleased in fact that my white cotton panties were soaking wet along my slit, and I was afraid a wet spot was appearing on the skirt of my plain school uniform.

`Oh yes, girl. They are spanked. I love to spank naughty little girls and make their bottoms all hot and bothered. It give me great satisfaction to teach girls a lesson they do not easily forget, by putting them across my lap, lifting their skirts, pulling down their panties and spanking their behinds until they beg to be let off. I also sometimes have them lay across a desk and use a paddle to redden their behinds, or a riding crop to make them remember how to behave. Mmm, yess. Naughty girls must be punished, and must beg to receive their punishment, mustn't they, Rita?'

She had seen right through me, and knew what I wanted. And all this talk of naughty and dirty girls getting punished by lying across the lap of an older woman had my imagination in full overdrive. It was almost to much for me to cope with. Having to beg for punishment, beg to be spanked, beg to have the hands of this older woman light the submissive fires of my innermost being, excited me beyond belief.

`On your knees, you little slut, and beg...'

I rapidly did as she ordered, and automatically assumed the submissive position with my hands behind my neck.

`Ahh, you are a trained little bitch, craving punishment for your dirty doings, are you?'

`Yes, Ma'am. I.. I've been a very naughty girl, touching.. myself, and having unclean thoughts while in your class. And I should be punished by you. So.. will you please spank my naughty bottom, Ma'am?'

It was difficult to say. But saying these words made me feel incredibly slutty and vulnerable. My nipples burned against the cotton bra, hard and filled with the blood that flowed to all my erogenous zones.

Miss Langley towered above me, and I could smell her now, and I recognized, below the musk of her scent, the intoxicating aroma of an aroused woman. It turned me on to know that excited her, and that my submission to her fuelled the desires of this grown up teacher. I felt as if I was dripping cunt-juice on the floor. Perhaps I was. The room was supercharged with electric excitement.

`Very well, Rita, I will punish you for your transgressions, by having you across my lap and spanking you naked butt. Now kiss my hand.'

She extended her right hand to my face, and I ardently kissed it, feeling her heat and tasting her skin for the first time.

`Thank you, Ma'am..' I said, and felt her tremble slightly with pleasure at my response.

`Stand up now, and remove your blouse'

I stood up on unsteady legs and slowly unbuttoned my white cotton school blouse, acutely aware of Miss Langleys eyes on my girly body.

`Excellent. Now hand it to me, and then put your hands behind your neck'

I did as I was told, and to my extreme surprise the woman bought my blouse to her face and took several deep sniffs of my smell, lingering in the fabric.

`Mmmm. I always enjoy the fresh smell of a young girls body. Stand still now.'

She approached me and I felt very exposed, standing there with my budding breasts thrust lewdly towards her due to having my hands knotted behind my neck. She stood very close to me and gently, with her fingertips, caressed my cheeks and stroked my hair. Her musky, heady scent enveloped me and made all my senses reel. Miss Langley then stood back a bit, and extended her hands so the palms touched my now prominently extended nipples, pressing against the soft cotton of my school bra. She gently rotated her palms, causing a small moan to escape me as the raw pleasure generated by her manipulations hit me unprepared. My teacher then pinched the nipples through their cotton covering using her thumb and forefinger. She was gentle at first, but reading my response she quickly shifted to using more pressure, causing sharp, delicious pain and sensuous fire to emanate from my poor nipples.

`Ahh, you're a little lesbian tit slave, Rita. Who loves to have her nipples touched and tortured by a Mistress. What about slapping..? Hmm, I'll have to see.'

And with those tantalizing words, she stood back a bit further and started slapping my breasts, still within the bra, with both her hands. She started slowly, but rapidly picked up rhythm and slapped hard with both her hands. It was not painful. The cotton protected my breasts and Miss Langley knew precisely how to excite a girl. She slapped me hard enough to make the blood flow to my chest and flushing it red, right up to my neck, and to cause my aching nipples to ache for further stimulation as they became engorged with longing, but she caused no real pain. That was not her purpose. She just wanted me heated up and ready for my spanking.

`Do you like to have your girly tits slapped, huh Rita. Do you' she asked as muted slaps rained on my young bosom, making my breasts a throbbing center of heat, filling my world.

`Yes, yeees, oh yeees! Please Miss. I like to have my tits slapped by you.. Oh, yessss...'

`Ah. Then I better stop. You should not enjoy yourself too much. After all -- you need to be punished don't you?'

The cessation of her slapping left my whole upper body warm and tingling and crying out for more stimulation.

`Yes, Ma'am, I.. I need to be punished.. I need to have my bottom spanked, Ma'am. Please, please spank me.'

Her breathing was heavy, and a fine sweat covered her brow, but she looked gorgeous, her eyes sparkling, her face rosy, her magnificent bosom below her plain silk blouse. She was wearing long, black leather boots with high, spiked heels below a clinging black satin skirt, that accentuated her full, lucious body.

Her voice was low, excited :'Take your bra off, Rita. I want you bare-chested across my lap.'

I quickly took of my bra, and handed it silently to her. She sniffed it appreciatively and tossed it in a corner.

`Touch your breasts'

I hesitated for a moment, then started fondling my heated bosom gently.

`Harder -- pinch your nipples!'

I complied, loving to be ordered what to do, loving to touch my extended, throbbing nipples, to pinch them and to feel the delightful pain echo in my soaking wet pussy.

`Continue, but spread your legs'

I did so, and she moved close, letting one hand stray under my skirt and gently -- oooh so gently -- caress my pudendum and move slowly down over my panties to linger in the spreading wet spot over my slit. Miss Langley didn't say anything. Simply used her forefinger to stroke my soaked pussy-lips through the cotton panties. Then she removed her hand, licked the forefinger and then touched it to my lips.

`Lick..' she whispered, and I tasted my pussy-juice clinging to her finger. My taste-buds opened completely, and the flavor made me dizzy with longing. I had tasted my self before of course -- but being ordered to lick my juice from the finger of a dominating woman made the experience utterly different. My mind was hazy. Only her finger in my mouth existed as she slowly drew it out, then pushed it in again, finger-fucking my sucking, licking mouth. With her other hand she at the same time loosened her skirt and stepped out of it.

`Remove my blouse, Rita'

With devotion and care I slowly unbuttoned the silken blouse, baring her well formed upper body, encased in a white corselet. She then moved backwards, with me still licking her finger, and sat down in an armless chair. She gently removed her finger from my mouth, took of her blouse and patted her now naked thighs.

`Lie down in my lap, girl, and put your hands behind your back'

Dazed with lust I did as she ordered. The underside of my breasts just touched her left, naked thigh and her left hand stroked my naked back gently, pressing me down in her lap. With her right hand she lifted my skirt up and tucked it under my arms, thus baring my panty-clad arse for her unrestricted view. I trembled, and could not restrict my ass from invitingly wriggling slightly and with that movement I realized that my sopping pussy was plastering to her naked right thigh. For some minutes Miss Langley then let her hands caress my young body, lying subdued on her lap. She stroked the cotton-clad cheeks of my waiting behind, lightly grazed my slit and even explored the crack of my arse. Then she bundled my soaked panties in her hand, knowing well that the cotton crotch would excite my dripping snatch and then proceeded to stretch them extremely tight, baring my pussy-lips on either side.

Smack

I jumped at the impact -- and therefore came to grid my pussy on Miss Langleys thigh. I tried to move my ass back a bit -- but her grip on my panties kept me close and the nubbin of my bared clit rubbed against the soaked cotton.

Smack, smack, smack

She was relentless. Slapping my naked cheeks with force enough to smart and sting and heat them up rapidly, while at the same time she held my tightly bundled panties tightly against my slit and clitoris causing my bared, wet pussy-lips to grind against her thigh in rhythm with her blows. I became delirious with pleasure. My recently slapped breasts with the pinched, blood-engorged nipples, my heated, stinging bottom, and the grinding action of my captured pussy against the leg of my dominating teacher. It was too much and I could feel the inevitable explosion coming. Then she stopped, knowing I was close and not wanting me to get release.

`Please... Ohhh... please... I... Miss.. will you pleass....' I incoherently sobbed.

`Yes, Rita, what are you trying to say?'

`I.. please..I would like to.. to come, Miss'

`Oh, so that's it! Would you like me to play with your little cunny to make you come?'

I started to wriggle my spanked, red-hot derriere.

`Yess, please, Miss. I'd like that very much.. I would love to have my little pussy played with by you'

Then fingers pinched my exposed pussy-lips, gently pulled aside my panties and found my most private spot.

`Ohhh, yess please, Miss, .. touch me there.. on my clit.. yesss.. I'm coming...'

And I did come with her finger manipulating my clit and her left hand again raining stinging blows on my naked bottom I was in heaven and my little body writhered uncontrollably in the lap of my Mistress as waves of orgasmic bliss swept me away.

I came to myself lying on the floor, looking up in to the shaved cunt of Miss Langley. Slowly she lowered herself down towards me and I extended my tongue spearing it into her wet, aromatic slit when she came close enough. then she ground her cunt into my mouth, riding my face to a fast and explosive orgasm as I licked and licked. A lesbian tongue slave to my lovely Mistress and teacher.

`Oh yes, slut.. lick my clit.. Ahhh yess. I love riding your face... make me come... That's it.. yess. deep... Ohhhh.. I'mm comingg...'

Afterwards I licked her clean, and she rubbed ointment into my sore behind. Then we kissed each other lingeringly goodbye and I started to look forward to my next extra lesson in French.

Chapter 3: At the mercy of two Mistresses

Late one night, just past midnight, Mistress Carol had a surprise for me. She wanted us to go outside her rooms, dressed up as Mistress and slave and not in our school uniforms. She ordered me to dress in the pleated skirt I usually wore in her rooms, but provided me with a pair of tight-fitting rubber panties, in stead of the silken ones I normally had on. My upper body was to remain naked, but I was ordered to put on silken stockings and black, short boots with high heels. She then fitted me with a leather blindfold and tied my hand behind my back by connecting two leather cuffs with a short piece of chain. I was then ordered to stand still, while she prepared herself. After what seemed a long time I heard her return, and she moved behind me, and stood very close as she gently caressed my body. The smell of her, and the heat of her body's nearness, combined with the excitement of being blindfolded was enough to make my pussy throb with longing. The tight rubber panties in addition seemed to heat up my lower body and the tightness of them caused my ass to thrust out, enhancing the slutty feeling I always got from being dressed as a maid and serving my Mistress in her rooms.

Mistress Carol roughly fondled my rubber enclosed ass, and then started slapping it. Not very hard, just enough to make me appreciate, that she was in control, and to experience the buildup of heat facilitated by rubber close to human skin.

`Do you like the feel of rubber against you skin, Rita?'

`Yes, Mistress, it makes me fell very hot... Ouch.. Oww'

`Sssh - I'm just warming you up a bit, slut. Be quiet, relax, and enjoy yourself!'

I felt my juices start to flow and involuntarily moved my arse back, into the slaps of my spanking Mistress. A small moan escaped me.

`Hmm, you are enjoying this too much! Bend over, and spread your legs.'

I did as ordered, though it was difficult to bend down blindfolded, and felt the snug rubber stretch tightly across my bum and fit over my wet crotch as a second skin.

Then a terrific smack hit my exposed ass and I yelped with pain, as my left buttock was forcefully spanked with an unknown implement.

`Shut up, slavegirl. I'm going to paddle that delicious ass of yours until it's red-hot and stinging beneath those tight panties'

So it was a paddle Mistress Carol was using to spank me. She had shown me her collection of toys recently, and I had noticed a leather paddle and wondered how it would feel on my ass. Now I knew! A tingling heat rapidly suffused into my spanked buttock, but I was not allowed to savor the sensation for very long. Another heavy-handed smack with the leather paddle immediately made my other bottom cheek equally tingling, and I could easily visualize the reddening beginning to spread beneath the tight rubber, as blood started to flow to my abused ass.

Smack, smack.

Mistress Carol quickly resumed her paddling, and as her blows heated up my throbbing behind, I began to appreciate the subtle effect of the combination of the leather paddle and the rubber panties. The paddle covered a relatively large area of my arse, but also spread the force of the blow, and was thus not excessively painful. The tight rubber casing that enclosed my out-thrust behind also served to protect me against the sting of Carols smacks, and at the same time it kept the generated heat within, causing a rapid warming that resulted in the hot, delicious tingling in my derriere.

`You love this, don't you girl? You loved having your bottom warmed by a Mistress, don't you Rita?'

Smack. Smack.

Indeed I did love it. I wasn't quite sure why, but in the short period I had been at Miss Hartleys School for Girls I had discovered a hitherto secret longing in me for being thoroughly physically disciplined. I really needed no explanation for this: It was enough to have my newly awakened desires satisfied so completely as my Mistress did. The mere nearness of her made my body tingle and my heart ache. I loved and desired her -- with all my passion and trust. All this flashed through my mind as I stood there: Open to the stinging caresses of Carols leather paddle and with my lovingly smacked ass clad in tight-fitting rubber panties and prominently on display to her lustfilled gaze. I could therefore only respond to her inquiry with a feeble, incoherent moaning causing my Mistress to increase the rhythm of her paddling and to demand a response of me.

`I cant hear you, Rita. I like to hear a lesbian slave express her gratitude to her Mistress, and to have an answer, when I ask her, how she responds to my treatment..'

Her smacks were fast now, and I could feel the redness of my now very sore behind, as I tried to collect my wits.

`So, Rita, how do like my warming of your bottom?'

`Ungh.., Ohh.., I.. I love it, Mistress. I love it. Ohhh.. Ouch.. I really do.. I. I love you Mistress..., and what you do to me.'

There -- it was out. My declaration of love. There was a brief pause in Carols paddling, then she finished me off with a couple of very hard slaps. I felt her move close to me from behind and then she covered my bent over body with her own. She ordered me to stand, and stood close behind me, as she gently nibbled my right ear with her lips, at the same time stroking my exposed bosom with firm, but loving hands.

`Of course you love your Mistress, you randy bitch. You enjoy being a lesbian slavegirl, and submitting to my every whim, because this is your deepest, darkest desire. To be spanked and teased, to have your body under my control, to be dressed as a slut and made to serve a Mistress: This is what you was made for. Isn't it?'

I almost couldn't stand upright. Her hot breath whispering naughtily in my ear. Her masterful hands caressing my breasts and pinching my nipples. Her hard body pressed so close to mine. It was nearly too much. I knew, however, that a response was necessary, so I managed a nod and a subdued, barely audible `Yes, Mistress'.

Mistress Carol then proceeded to secure my hands behind my neck, and then removed my corselet, baring my upper body, and leaving me standing blindfolded in my high heels and black silken stockings, tight rubber panties and the short pleated skirt. She stood in front of me and gently massaged my girly breasts, so effectively exposed to her by my pose.

`I just love your breasts. I could lick them all day long'

And she proceeded to do just that: Lick my sensitive bosom. Initially she just tongue-bathed both my breasts. Then she used her whole mouth and sucked as much of my firm, young boobs into her hot oral cavity as she possibly could. Her coup de resistance was then to alternate her sucking action in a milking rhythm that totally swept me away.

` Oh., yes. Please Mistress. Suck on my tits, Mistress. Uhh.., Oh, yes... Please.. I .. love.. it..'

`Indeed you love it, Rita. But I'd like some tightening here.'

I didn't know what she meant, but she left me and returned shortly afterwards. Again she stood close behind me, but now I felt something being laid tightly across my bosom.

`This is a rubber bra, or rather a rubber breast tightener. It has holes provided for you bosom, so your breasts can be pulled through and tightened by the rubber.'

She gently took hold of my right breast pulled it tight and I felt rubber around the base of my young buds. Close, but not unbearably tight, and rapidly causing a throbbing in my protruding flesh and heavily blood-engorged nipple. Mistress Carol quickly repeated her action on my left breast and fastened the strange bra behind my back. My breasts now stuck out stiffly and the throbbing in my nipples was getting painful.

`Mmm, honey, you look so delicious with your tits sticking out like that! And those protruding, naughty nipples. I love it!'

She gently fondled and caressed my girly breasts, exposed to their fullest, and eased the pain in my stiff nipples with a few lingering licks. Then she provided me with an extremely tight, elastic top that fitted excruciatingly close to my bound breasts and then roughly, lewdly, rubbed my now covered nipples beneath the tight fabric.

` Oh, how stiff you are, Rita. How tight these little girl nipples are now. Just waiting to be touched by a Mistress. Excited aren't you? Oh, yes, I know you are. Very excited. Naughty stiff nipples sticking out, rubbing against that little top of yours. That is sooo nice... . Now lets go'

And with a resounding slap on my rubber-covered ass, she started me off. There I was, a devoted slavegirl, with a red newly spanked bottom beneath close-fitting rubber. Walking blindfolded on high heels, led by a teenage Mistress to an unknown place in the school. With aching nipples, stiffer than ever before, at every step rubbing against the fabric of my top, revealing with longing and deep desires. Loving it. Loving to be so sensuously forced into submission and sexual service.

It was a long walk, and not an easy one for me, and by the time I heard Mistress Carol knock on a door I was utterly confused as to my whereabouts.

The door opened, and a woman greeted us in a melodious voice:

`Ah. What a pretty sight! Mistress Carol and her new little slavegirl. All dressed up and ready for some fun, I see. Come on in.'

I was led into the room, and ordered to stand still. My Mistress conversed in low tones with the unknown woman, and I heard kissing sounds and some deep sighs. Then the sound of leather boots on the bare floor bought me to attention and I felt competent hands, not my Mistress', on my body.

She stood behind me and pulled at my prominently protruding nipples, enhancing the dull ache in them, and causing me to whimper. She then pulled me very close to her body, and I felt lush breasts press into my back and something hard on my spanked buttocks. She started whispering in my ear, while still exploring my body with those demanding hands of hers. Who was this woman?

`Are you a submissive slut, Rita.'

`Yeesss, I.. Yes, I am'

Slap, slap. A hand spanked me hard on my hot nether cheeks, red beneath the rubber panties. Surprised I pulled myself away. Roughly she drew me back, drowning me in her intoxicating scent, and slapped me gently on my cunt.

` You must address me as Ma'am. Understood?'

` Yes, Ma'am'

`Good. Now. Are you a submissive slut, Rita?'

`Yes, Ma'am. I'm a submissive slut', I answered promptly.

`Good. Spread you legs.'

I did as she ordered, and she caressed my exposed pussy. Initially on the outside of the panties, but then she carefully put her gloved hand into the panties and slowly, very slowly, explored my sopping wetness.

`You're excited aren't you, slut. It excites you to have a Mistress fondling your pussy, slapping your ass, caressing all you secret places. Doesn't it, slavegirl'

I could only whimper and nod my head as her fingers played their wicked game with my nether lips.

`Ahh, too heated up to be able to answer me, are you? With a wet and ready cunt. Hmmm. What should I do to you? What does such a slut need most of all, huh?'

She pulled away from me, took her hands from my panties and then gently caressed my lips with a gloved finger wetted with the excretions from my young pussy.

`You like that, Rita? Do you? Do you like the taste of yourself, licked from the glove of your Mistress?'

This time I pulled myself together.

`Yees, Ma'am. I.. like to taste.. to taste my juice on your finger, Ma'am'

I was proud, that I managed to be coherent. My body was simmering with unrelieved passion and I was longing for her touch, her dominance. To be forced to submit to this unknown woman, with her rough voice and soft hands was making me ache with lust. I was a total lesbian slut, a slavegirl whose only wish was to please her Mistress' every whim. And I loved it and needed it.

She laughed. Quietly. And whispered her agenda for the night into my ear, once in a while stopping to gently nibble my over-sensitized earlobe.

` You are going to get fucked tonight, dear Rita. You see, my deepest pleasure is taking the lesbian virginity of young submissives like you. I love fucking such a dripping snatch as yours, feeling your pleasure as I fill you up completely and fuck you senseless with my cock. I get hot watching girls tied up, with their red, hot, spanked asses bared and their young, virgin pussies juicy with excitement. I love twitching their nipples and talking dirty to them, and almost making them swoon with pleasure, before I make them come. You'll be spread open tonight, my girl, and fucked silly, and I'll guarantee that you'll love every second of it. And Mistress Carol will be right here with me, assisting in your violation.'

She moved away, and asked the final question:

`Are you ready to submit to me, Rita? Are you ready to let me fuck you?'

I swallowed hard, and on an impulse kneeled on the floor.

`Yes, Ma'am. I ready to submit to you'

`Very good indeed. You show excellent behavior for a slave girl so young. Now stand up.'

`I'll now undress you, and then proceed with your education...'

She unlocked my cuffs and ordered me to keep my arms above my head, while she slowly removed all my clothing. She was very careful not to touch my nipples or pussy while doing this. Obviously she did not want me to be overly excited yet. I was then led to a leather padded table, where I was laid down on my back. My arms were spread and secured well above my head, but my legs were bent and my knees gently pressed outward, leaving my lower body totally exposed to the whims of my two Mistresses. My feet were chained and I felt rope tying my knees in place. How vulnerable I was! My girly pussy openly on display, my body stretched and firmly held in place. Waiting to be ravaged by an unknown woman and my teenage Mistress. I almost couldn't wait!

Hands gently massaged oil into my naked skin. Firmly and carefully every inch of me was oiled, not excluding my juicy slit and throbbing nipples. Even my small asshole was not spared as an exploring finger pressed into my rectum. The oil smelled slightly of mint and rosemary and had a heating effect, so that I was soon warm and tingling and writhering in my bonds.

A wet tongue explored my ear, and hot breath whispered:

`We are now going to clamp you -- put pressure on those delicious nipples of yours and on your pussy-lips. It will cause you pain, Rita -- but not excessively. And when the clamps are removed, and the blood flows back it will be torture -- but torture ending in the pure white lust of a pleasure slave. The clamps, you see, will spread you open and make you so very accessible. A very lovely fuck you'll be -- such a naughty slave girl, tied down and vulnerable, with her wet snatch opened up and waiting for her Mistress' cock.'

I moaned. Visions came and went behind my blindfold. Red and searing hot visions of stretched nipples, pulled cunt-lips and sweet torture inflicted upon my helpless body by a dark and nebulous woman clad in black. She really had me going, this unknown woman, with all her whispered suggestions and promised pain.

Fingers now pinched my stiff and blood filled nipples, and I felt the caress of cold metal on my hot skin. Then pain seared through my body, as I for the first time in my life, experienced the touch of a clamp on my sensitive bud.

`Uggh -- ouch.., Please...'

`Shush my girl, this is lenient.. go with the pain, go into it.. let it become part of your desire.'

Again pain hit me, as my other nipple was provided with a clamp, and I tried to gain control over the pain, controlled my breathing and let the searing, throbbing pain go outwards, from by tortured nipples into my whole body, which then, unexplainably, rose to a higher level of delirious expectation. My nipples remained as red hot centers of feeling, but the pain subsided as I went with it, into my body.

`Ahhh -- good. I knew you would manage that. You are simply born to be so deliciously teased.'

There was pleasure in her voice, and I was proud.

`Now we'll stretch them a bit'

There was the sound of chains and then I felt a tug on my nipples. I realized that the nipple-clamps were connected to chains which were now being pulled upwards, relentless tugging at my poor nipples. The tugging stopped, however, before it became in any way unbearable, and I let the sensation engulf me and surprisingly having my breasts stretched in this manner gave rise to a dark stimulation. I almost lost myself -- becoming simply two globes of stretched breast-flesh.

Then hands on my cunt made me aware of my predicament. My nether lips were gently pulled and pinched, causing my juices to flow with renewed vigor. I took a deep breath as I felt metal against by bared slit and then pain jagged my senses and I cried out. A gloved finger on my lips silenced me and I discovered again that I could handle the pain by riding it and making it part of me and my desire. The other pussy-lips was soon clamped as well, and secured so that a persistent tug opened my cunt and revealed my hole to the gaze of my Mistresses. I laid very still and simply throbbed with the sensations. Fire engulfed my cunt and the tug and my clamped pussy-lips sent electric chocks to my clitoral knob with stood to stiff attention and was the center of my being. I let the pain flow down from my nipples and taut breasts, and from my tortured pussy-lips, into my clit, and it grew and stiffened until I thought it should explode and give me relief.

No such chance. Leather suddenly slapped on my totally exposed nub, and I found my mouth and screamed. The slapping continued, rhythmically, relentlessly, and my desire dropped with my clit. I sobbed uncontrollably, then gasped as hot breath and a knowing tongue briefly washed my pussy. My abused clit again stiffened slightly.

`So -- now you are about to be fucked, my dear. But you must reciprocate the pleasure. Open your mouth.'

A rubber bulb was inserted into my mouth. Something wobbled above my face. Straps were tied behind my head.

` This is a rubber dildo, jutting now so obscenely from your mouth. Bite hard on it, and continue to do so, because now Mistress Carol will let her cunt be fucked by it, and you must at all times remember that you primary goal in life is to service a Mistress.'

I nodded tentatively, and then sensed Carol climbing up on the table, and placing herself above my head, with her knees on either side of me. She gently tugged at the chains connected to my nipples, so she had an unobstructed view of the violation that was to come. I could smell her -- and the scent of her desire was strong -- as she slowly settled above me, impaling herself on the rubber dong sticking out from my blindfolded face. I could hear it as it slid into her well lubricated cunt, and then she was moving over me, causing a dribble of juice to inflame my taste-buds and making me wish I had my tongue free. I started to nod my head forwards as she moved downwards, pushing the dildo deep into her.

Oh yesss, slut, fuck my pussy, Rita. Let me ride your face, you lovely lesbian slut slave. Mmmm, I do like you this way. Strung out and all ready to be fucked and with a Mistress fucking your face...

She pulled at by breast chains and I couldn't yelp -- only fuck her harder with my mouth. I realized she could control me totally this way -- by pulling on my already stretched breasts she could tell me how she wanted to be fucked.

` Quit now', the unknown Mistress ordered, and Carol stilled above me.

A noise began, a steady humming, and a thin vibrating rod was quickly inserted in my small ass. It was then rapidly drawn out, again inserted, in a strong, firm rhythm. I had never been ass-fucked, and the thought did not appeal to me, but this steady intrusion into my darkest hole filled me with desire, so that I started moving my butt up in order to get more of it in me.

` Yes, Rita, shake that butt. Make the chains jingle, feel the pleasure of having your young arse violated. Of being ass fucked with a vibrating dildo. Mmm, I adore this, I simple adore it.. But you must be cooled down a bit.'

She started slapping my wide open cunt with her hand, paying special attention to my rock-hard clitoris. All the while she continued to butt-fuck me with the thin dildo. It was unbelievable. I almost came as her hard expertly slapped my flesh, as I contracted my rectal muscles around the delightful intruder, wishing for it to stay, wishing for an orgasm.

Then she stopped her slapping, left the dildo in my rectum, and began to insert her cock into my longing young cunt.

It felt enormous, but I was so copiously lubricated, and so ready for it, with my spread legs and clamped pussy-lips, that she simply slid into me in one steady push.

I moved as much as I could for my bonds, writhered with her strong strokes, as she began to fuck me in earnest. Mistress Carol resumed her movements on the rubber cock inserted in my mouth. I was fucking and being fucked at the same time, helpless, totally at the mercy of these two devious Mistresses. A fuckslut, a love toy, a lesbian submissive loving every single second of my delicious violation. I had been fucked before, but never with such mastery and control. This woman knew what she was doing to me. She knew exactly what pleasure and pain she was introducing me to. And God how she could fuck! With changing rhythm and length of her strokes she filled me. My cunt grew around that rubber dick, clinging to its sides, following its every move. She became the center of my universe, my only focus in a world of floating desire and pinpoints of excruciating pain as she slapped, pinched or tugged at my nipples, cunt and buttocks. I floated in a world of my own, moving my head automatically as Mistress Carol fucked my face, grinding my cunt into the push of my other Mistress' lovely cock. My clit vibrated and I could almost hear it humming in resonance with the vibrator stuck deep in ass.

`Aahh, what a good fuck you are, girl. Feeling me deep inside you, filling you up with my cock. The other end is inside me, you know. Every time you hump that delicious arse of yours, I feel it inside of me, fucking me. Mmm, That's it slut, move your arse...'

She increased her speed, pistoning her dildo in and out of my raw, clamped pussy. And then she suddenly stopped, as did Carol.

`Now!'

The command came like whiplash, and I felt the clamps on my nipples being released, as they also were on my pussy-lips.

I screamed. And couldn't due to my mouth being filled totally. So I shuddered uncontrollably as pain flooded to my nipples and cunt with the blood. A rush of excruciating pain -- then a heady warmth replaced it, as wave after wave washed through my body. I pulsed in pleasure and my body moved against the cock in my pussy seeking release. Both my Mistresses held still. Completely still.

`Would you like to come, slave girl? Then lie still.'

It was almost impossible. Perhaps the hardest thing I did that night. But at last I managed to quiet the pulsings in my body and lie still.

`Well done, Rita. Well done indeed'

And the it came -- the command to end my longings and give me fulfillment beyond my darkest dreams:

`You may come'

Everything was still. Neither of them moved. I was engulfed in the smell of Mistress Carol, tasting only her on my imprisoned tongue. My ass clenched tightly around the stiff vibrator that deeply excited my innards and my cunt spasmed around the thick dildo filling it totally. My clit seemed to move all on its own. It grew to enormous proportions and seemed to spark with desire. Then -- still without any Mistress moving -- I came. In shattering convulsions my whole body came. Spasm after spasm of blissful orgasmic release wrecked my bound body. I almost let the vibrator drop from my ass as my pelvis shuddered and pressed against the dick in my cunt. My pussy melted and my glowing breasts exploded as my hard nipples pulsated with lust.

`Yes, Ohh yes. Come my sweet, feel the total release of being allowed to have an orgasm. Feel the release of the slavegirl, who only comes when her Mistress gives her permission to. The heat of throbbing pain transformed into pure pleasure. This is your reward for being such a good little slave, and the crowning of you a an incorrigible painslut. Feel the wave, Rita, come..'

It kept on and on -- and afterwards the fucking continued until both my Mistresses shouted in unison pleasure as they came at the same time, setting off yet another, more gentle, orgasm of my own.

Afterwards, as Carol helped me back to our own rooms, she asked me whether I knew who had ravaged me that night. I told her no, I didn't. But I did, in fact, know it. The voice of the headmistress, Miss Hartley herself, was recognizable even when she came!

Enjoy!

Rita Saxil saxil@hotmail.com