The Pupil
by Laura S.
redhead91382@yahoo.com
Since I am beginning a new chapter to my life, perhaps it makes more sense to start a new series of stories rather than continue the "Laura's Dare" series. I imagine that my readers will forgive this little change in methods and that all of you will continue to enjoy the things my mind releases from time to time. As I have mentioned before in "Laura's Dare 3", I am now without Mandy, my true love. Over the past two years, I have come to live with that, although it has been a hard road back. However, now that I have learned to deal with the pain of her loss, I will impart to all of you the stories that have been collecting in my head during that time. Some will be semi-factual while others will be totally fictional. It will be up to you to decide which you think are which. That's the fun of doing this......... letting the stories themselves take you on the trip through my mind the way your's interprets it.
Most of you are aware of the flights of fancy that I have taken in the past and of my penchant for, shall we say, different lifestyles. The standard sensual styles don't hold much excitement for me, and many people who know me well know that I would rather take the road less traveled. To say that I'm a horny bitch would be putting it mildly. The two years I spent mourning Mandy's loss have now become a daily search for erotic adventure in nearly any way I can get it. The story presented here, and the others to come, will be about that quest for the perfect orgasm.
We begin with a brief description of your's truly, as up till now, no one really knows who or what I am. The "redhead91382" tag was an online role playing identity and, in fact, I am not even a redhead. Nor am I 20 years of age as was told in early stories, but 10 years older, having just turned 30 this past September. I am 5' 6" and weigh in at just under 120 pounds, with a figure that could be described as thin. I wear a size 7 shoe and opt quite often for footwear that tends to show off my feet and add to my height. In other words, I wear a lot of "Come Fuck Me" pumps (lol). My style of dress is almost always provocative, except when I am in my office. I am self-employed in the Web Design business and have been the CEO of my company since I inherited it from Mandy, who began the company nearly 8 years ago. I live in the Denver area, preferring the crisp air of the mountains to "city living". Yes, Denver has it's city side too, but I'm only there during working hours. Because of my standing in the community, I have taken great measures to protect my real identity so please forgive me if I never reveal my full name. That having been said, let me get on with the business at hand, entertaining you my dear reader.
As I mentioned, the last couple of years have been slow in the sensual way, so once I had gotten back to some sense of normalcy, I immediately started looking for some forms of release. Now, it's not easy to find the type of excitement that I usually look for, being that I tend to be somewhat "aggressive" in my activities. There are places to meet other ladies of course, but then you have to separate the submissive girls from the dominant. It also becomes a little more difficult when you're trying to keep secrets, but in the lesbian community it's not totally out of the question. I had heard of a club where like-minded ladies gathered in search of each other. I decided that this would be a good place to start, knowing that those involved in this club were also in the same situation I find myself in. They are all members of the business community here and keeping their private lives just that.......private. One evening, I just drove to the location I knew of and walked in. What I saw was straight out of my own fantasy world. There were scenes of just about every alternative lifestyle you could imagine, and some that many of you couldn't EVEN imagine. One of my favorites is the "schoolgirl and headmistress" scenario, with a submissive lover acting out the schoolgirl part and myself as the headmistress, correcting the younger girl's posture and demeanor and teaching her proper etiquette. I had dressed in a mid-calf pencil skirt with an adorable pair of Victorian looking lace-up booties and a white blouse with my hair done up in a tight bun. I knew what I was looking for this night and then I saw it. What caught my attention this particular evening was a lady approximately 5 years younger than myself, dressed in a perfectly executed English schoolgirl costume, plaid kilt, ruffled cotton blouse and kneehigh white socks with black Mary Janes. The kilt was much shorter than a regulation uniform would have been, but the effect was stunning. She had dark brown hair that fell to just below her shoulders and it was very lightly curled so as to give it the proper bounce without looking slutty. I imagined that her underclothes would be equally correct and I decided to get to know her better and maybe make off with her during the night. I sidled up to her and introduced myself.
"Good evening my dear, I am Headmistress Laura and I would like to know about you."
"Good evening Mistress," she answered. "My name is Margaret McDaniel. I was sent to your office because my teacher said that I am disruptive to the class." Oh, she was already perfect! "I am here for you to discipline me and show me correct manners." I looked her up and down as if measuring her value, with an almost disdainful sneer.
"So, you have been acting up in class have you? We will have to deal with that immediately. I want you to sit in that chair and show me your posture first and foremost." With that, she moved to the seat I was motioning to and sat, very stiffly and properly. Her kilt caught on the edge of the seat and revealed the side of her white cotton panties. "When a lady sits, she should smoothe out her kilt so that it doesn't reveal her undergarments my dear. Now rise and sit again doing it correctly." She stood and this time sat while running her hands behind her, keeping the kilt tightly against her behind. This time she looked perfect and sat bolt upright. "You will sit for me like this every time I require you to, is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress, I understand totally. Please may I continue my lessons?"
"You may. However, we have to deal with this disruption incident first. You will rise from your seat and come to me." She rose again and walked over to where I sat. Mmmmmmmmm, she was luscious! She swayed as she walked toward me in a most delicious way and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I had this beauty to myself. "You will raise your kilt and lie across my lap face down Miss McDaniel." She did as I told her and I was treated to the most incredible view of her white full briefs. They caressed the globes of her ass perfectly and I ran my hands over them at first before getting down to business. "I understand how you could have disrupted the class my pet. The sight of your firm cheeks in this underwear peeking out from the side of your kilt must have been much too exciting for the others in class. Once you learn to smoothe out your skirts as you sit, that won't happen again, will it?"
"No Mistress, it won't happen. I will follow your instruction to the letter. Please be merciful with me today. I did not mean to disrupt the class and I am so willing to learn the proper ways." I knew this meant that she was ready to get a serious wailing and I was just the bitch to give it to her!
As I stared at her perfect ass, I raised my hand and then lowered it with a hard "SMACK". She winced and cried out but remained still for the next handfall. Then I started in earnest, landing blow after blow on her taut globes. They shivered under my hands and soon I could see the redness starting to show along the edges of her panties. I was getting very moist just with this little bit of play. I could only imagine how I would be in a little while when I had her servicing me. I decided I needed a better look at her and told her to stand and pull down her panties. She did as told and returned to her position. Her cheeks were bright red and so soft and smoothe. I continued to strike her bottom, feeling more evil with every stroke. I could taste her in my mind's mouth and feel her tasting me in other places. I moved forward with the scene.
"Now get up and stand before me!" I just about spat the words at her, and I could see her excitement when she heard it. "Are you ready for the next part of your training my pet?"
"Yes Mistress, I am ready for your instruction."
"Get on your knees and remove your blouse." She did as she was told again, and revealed one of those lovely undershirts that young girls wear, the material straining to hold in her round firm breasts. They looked to be about a good sized B cup with telltale signs of very perky nipples. My thoughts got even more evil. "Now place your hands between my knees and spread the legs open." She did this and her gaze went directly to the damp area of my silk panties. Now she knew just how excited she had made me. I could see her imagining the tase of that spot, but I didn't give her long to think about it. "Show me your tongue pet." Out popped her tongue, a magnificent, long, wet muscle. "Now lick the moisture from my panties and clean them totally." Just as the tip of her tongue touched the material, I shivered from the eroticism of it all. I watched her head between my legs as the tongue moved up and down against the gusset. I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before her movements set me off on my first orgasm. She kept licking, pushing her tongue hard against the material and in turn, my clitoris. Damn, it was coming and there was nothing in the world I was going to do to stop it! I let out a small moan and it washed over me in waves of pleasure. I kept cumming and the material of the panties got wetter as the moisture oozed from me slowly. She only worked even harder to get more of the moisture from me which made me cum again, three more times in fact. I grabbed her by the hair finally, and stopped her before I exploded. I motioned her to stand and dress herself, which she did immediately.
Once I collected my wits about me again, I told her to follow me to my car. She followed eagerly, a "student" who had found her Mistress, at least for the evening. We drove the distance to my home and there I continued where we had left off.
"Undress totally. I want to see you in all your glory." As the layers of clothing fell away from her, I marveled at the sheer beauty of this creature. Her skin was soft and creamy and everything was completely proportionate. I had what was very nearly perfection in front of me and I was going to make it mine. "You will lay on the bed on your back and give me full control of your movement. You will not question anything I require of you. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Mistress, perfectly clear. I will comply with every command."
"Good, then you can begin by raising your arms above your head and allowing me to fasten them to the headboard. You will then allow me to do the same with your ankles. I want no squirming from you and you will remain in this position until I decide to release you. Do you understand pet?"
"Yes Mistress, I understand totally."
Her arms went straight up and I attached the wrists to the bolsters with leather straps. Then I did the same with her ankles, making sure that she had no mobility at all. She was helpless in front of me and I was completely satisfied with that. "Now you will learn what your mouth is really for my pet." I straddled her face and lowered my wet lips to her mouth and began to grind down onto her. Her tongue lapped and pressed up into me as she tasted me for the first time without any cloth in her way. Her slurping and kissing sounds made me push even harder against her, straining to release another crashing orgasm within me. She was a very good "pupil" and obviously not a beginner. The more I rode her, the more she strained to get even deeper inside me. When she started to nibble on my clitoris, I screamed out and released a flood of juices down into her waiting mouth. I hadn't cum like that in so long I had almost forgotten that I could. Once recovered, I decided that it was time to have a little fun with her own emotions. I gently started kissing her cheek and then down to her neck, nibbling as I went. Her breathing got heavier as I continued teasing her delicately sensual spots. The only thing I wanted was to send her over the edge the way she had with me, but I also knoew that it would have to come slowly, almost painfully slowly, so that she would enjoy it to the fullest. As I moved down lower to her throat and then to her perfect little breasts, she began breathing raspily, the passion catching in her lungs. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and watched her face for the reaction. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath and I knew that I had her in my control. Slowly, I worked my way down her belly, pausing to lick inside the puckered navel and then nibbling the soft skin around it. The way she was reacting, I knew that if I reached her vulva, she would go off like a shotgun, so I opted to slow down and make her wait in agony. Instead, I spit on her pubic patch just to tease her a bit more and she arched as best she could in her position.
"You are not allowed to cum just yet my sweet. I will decide when you can, if I think I should allow it." A look of near terror came over her face then as she realized that I might keep her at the edge of pleasure all night. I had no such plans, wanting to taste her in my own greed. But I let her go on thinking that to keep her in line.
"Please Mistress, please allow me to cum. You can't leave me like this all night. I'll go insane!"
"Oh, but I CAN do that and I just may. I will keep you just at the edge until I determine when the right time is my pet." It wasn't going to be long, because I just HAD to taste her, but I kept up the charade just a bit longer. Again, I started to nibble and lick at her soft belly until I heard her moaning quietly, breathlessly. Damn it! Why did I have to be SO HORNY?! I just couldn't wait much longer! I needed to lick and kiss her pussy and I just couldn't hold on any more. I moved downward, trailing my tongue along the skin between her belly and the patch of downy soft hair above her lips. When I reached the top of her opening, she moaned louder, expecting what was about to come. No more waiting! I pushed my tongue between the soft folds of her nether lips and found my target. Her clitoris was stiff and engorged and it was large enough to be sucked into my mouth easily. I pushed a finger, then two, into her vagina and found the ridges at the top that would send her over the edge. Anyone who thinks the G-spot doesn't really exist has a lot to learn! The moment I touched her there, she exploded in a torrent of liquid which I sucked up hungrily. There are very few women who can actually have an ejaculating orgasm but she was definitely one of them. It was the most memorable pleasure giving session I had ever been part of and I was going to be sure to keep her in my little book of sexual contacts.
When we finished our lessons, I released her from her bonds. I asked her to stay the night with me, although I knew that she would refuse this first time. We exchanged phone numbers and promised to get together again as soon as possible. I called her a cab and when she left, I returned to my bedroom and relived every moment of the evening, stimulating myself as I did. I eventually drifted off to a wonderfully restful sleep.