Miss Hartleys School for Girls

Chapter 1: Introduction to submission

When I was 16 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, 16 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!

 

4. Homework

My schoolwork progressed nicely at Miss Hartleys School. Carol proved to be an excellent tutor for me, and the games she played with my responsive body helped to keep my mind on my studies, whenever it was required. There were times, however, when she found it necessary to discipline me in connection with my homework.

One afternoon I was trying to do some algebra in our rooms, but my mind kept drifting to other matters, such as how beautiful Mistress Carol was looking. She was quietly reading in an armchair, still dressed in her school uniform, as was I. Her feet were naked, though, and I was admiring her perfect long legs, and imagining licking my way up below her skirt. The algebra seemed very far away, as I moved restlessly on the hard seat of my chair. Carol had given me one the barehanded spankings that we both loved so much the night before, and I could still feel the effect of her hard slaps on my behind.

Carol seemed very intent on her book, so I furtively spread my legs and casually let my left hand rest on my thigh and gradually let it wander below my gray, pleated school uniform skirt. With the other hand I continue to scribble algebraic nonsense on my pad, while I tried also to keep an eye on Carol.

I should have known better! Mistress Carol was of course not so easily deceived, and once I gently started to caress my pussylips through the white cotton panties, she abandoned her book and rose, furious, to scold me.

- Stop that immediately, you stupid girl! Do you really think you can hide such a blatant transgression from me.., your Mistress? If that is the case you are much more simpleminded that I thought. However, what I really believe is that you are an overexcited, hot little slut who needs copious amounts of corporeal punishment to keep your attention where it belongs.

- I'm sorry, Mistress. I..I just couldn't help myself, the algebra was sooo boring and you looked so lovely, sitting there reading..

- Flattery will get you nowhere today, slave! Posture!

- Yyes.., Mistress

I quickly stood up, and linked my hands behind my neck.

- So, what should we do with that little hot pussy of yours, hmmm? And are you still hot from your spanking yesterday, Rita? Can you still feel the pain, when you are sitting down?

- Yes, Mistress, I can.. It's uncomfortable..

- Good! You should be uncomfortable! Such a dirty, naughty little school girl as you! Feeling yourself up when you should be concentrating on your work. Playing with your slavegirl pussy in full sight of your Mistress, and trying to cover up with empty flattery. This is serious, Rita!

I trembled, both with trepidation and anticipation. Mistress Carols eyes flashed with anger and her face was slightly flushed. Although we both were fully aware that this was a consensual adventure we were embarking on, it was still unsettling for me to be under her domination. I trusted her. All my previous experience at Miss Hartleys School pointed to the fact that she could indeed be trusted to take care of my needs. It was just that I did not know her full repertoire, and I was sure this striking teenage dominant could find a number of very nasty things to do with me. Things that were not presently within the bounds of my own imagination.

- I believe you need to be cooled down, Rita. Go and get me a bowl of ice-cubes from the fridge - but God help you if you even think about touching yourself!

I did as she ordered, and demurely kept my hands from being anywhere near my crotch. When I returned, Mistress Carol had slipped out of her school uniform and was busy with the task of changing into attire more suited to the task ahead of her. God, how I adored that girl! She was perfect beyond my dreams, and I devoured her with my eyes as I stood waiting for her to finish. Such long muscular legs, a tribute to her rigorous dance training. A flat stomach below full breasts with prominent light brown nipples. Her ass was small, again a tribute to her physical training, but well-muscled and firm. Her eyes, smoldering dark, was perhaps what I loved best about her. She could almost control me by simply looking at me with those black diamonds.

She had chosen to dress in a pair of cream colored jodhpurs and black leather riding boots, topped by a loosefitting off-white silk-shirt. She had kept her underwear: A white satin G-sting with a matching bra. She was stunning, this riding Mistress, majestic in her wrath, and her presence filled the room and made dark expectation crawl slowly up my spine, as I stood before her, a lowly schoolgirl waiting to be sternly disciplined. Waiting with a bowl of melting ice held before me in trembling hands.

She looked me over, taking her time. Then she gently took the bowl from my hands, set it on the table beside her, and ordered me to spread my legs and keep my hands behind my neck. I quickly did so, eager to please my angry Mistress, and thus offered myself for her inspection and whatever else this youthful dominatrix might demand of me.

Mistress Carol walked over to me, all the time looking me straight into the eyes. She proceeded to unbutton the top of my white linen school uniform shirt and briefly pinched my nipples through the close-fitting cotton bra. I flinched with the pain, but the resulting rush of blood made my sensitive buds throb and start to heat up.

- Aah, girl! You definitely need to cool off!

Carol now took a small handful of ice-cubes, pulled my bra out from the swell of my young breasts and simply put the ice-cubes into the bra. I gasped, and the cold wet feel of the ice on my sensitive flesh mad me shudder.

A light slap on my bosom made the ice-cubes clink and brought back my attention. Icy water started to dribble down and wet my stomach and the shirt partly covering it. My Mistress then added another handful of ice to my bra, bringing both my breasts in contact with the slowly melting cubes.

- Sooo lovely, Rita. Soooo good to see you cool down a bit, laughed my stern Mistress, even as she gently slapped my poor, cold breasts with her open hands.

The ice clinked and a sheen of cold water covered my bare stomach and started to seep into my skirt and panties. My breastflesh broke out in goosebumps and the nipples became small and hard. My teeth chattered. I anticipated what came next, and was not disappointed: Carol put two handfuls of ice into my cotton panties, causing me to almost scream when the dread cold hit my exposed, excited pussy.

- Uuugh... Mi.. Miss... Mistresss... ohh I.. its so ... cold...

- Yes, dear, where is it cold?

- I..it's..  it's .. My pussy, Mistress!

- As it should be, you naughty little girl! Nice and cold it should be, so you remember to carry out my orders, and keep you mind on your homework instead of touching your hot pussy and having all sorts of nasty fantasies while you diddle your stiff little clit! Now bring your legs together and jump for me!

- J..jj.. jump, Mistress?

- Indeed. Jump. Up and down. Yes, that's it. Let me see those tits jiggle in the bra. How wet you are, Rita! Icy water cooling your little pussy, dripping on the floor, melted by your heat. Jump, girl! Faster!

It was unpleasant, this jumping. Cold water now flowed down my legs, soaked my socks, and even found its way to my down my back and to my buttocks and the crease between them.

At last Mistress Carol ordered me to stop jumping, and after she had ascertained that there was still ice-cubes left in my bra and panties, she told me to bend over, grab my ankles and spread my legs as mush as possible. She bundled my skirt around my waist and started to fondle the remaining ice-cubes in my soaked panties, even as she with her other hand pulled the panties tighter and tighter, baring my buttocks and sliding the wet cotton up into the cleft between my butt cheeks. This treatment resulted in one ice-cube after the other slipping into my pussy, rapidly cooling down my inner labia, clitoris and vaginal walls, and causing a copious flow of water from the melting ice. She put in a few fresh ice-cubes, and then carefully tucked the crotch of my panties up into my slit, to prevent any ice-cubes from falling out.

I squirmed. Not in lust, because this treatment initially only caused a frosty cold to spread in my nether regions.

Mistress Carol now gently pressed an ice-cube against my anal opening.

- Oohh.. No, please.. Mistress... not in my arse.. please it's too big.. and cold..

A few hard spanks on my bared bottom made me shut up.

- Shut your trap, slave. And don't tell your Mistress what to do!

More hard slaps rained down on my ass - welcome, actually, as they provided heat to my cold clammy skin.

Then Carol continued the task of pressing ice into my little asshole. She luckily did not choose the biggest cubes, but it was still painful for me to have the cold, hard nuggets pressed through the tight rim and into my arse.

- Good girl, Rita! That will provide for your cooling down. So I do believe its time to heat you up again somewhat - as a counterpoint to all the delicious ice, melting in you pussy, your asshole and all over your tits. Making you much more sensitive when the blood comes rushing back into those erogenous zones.

There I was: With my skirt around my waist and my ass in the air. Waiting. But not for long. Mistress Carol fetched a riding crop (she was after all, dressed as a riding mistress) and started to treat my exposed ass and cuntal area to a series of stinging slaps. It hurt. Her slaps quickly reddened the skin of my bum, sore as it was from yesterdays spanking. Rapid fire rained on my thighs, as she now let the crop dance between my spread legs. I yelped, involuntarily, as her repeated strokes increased in speed and caused my sensitive inner thighs to throb with pain. She then moved around me, placed her leather riding boots on either side of my body and slowly moving forward until she straddled my lower back, and she had unlimited access to my exposed nether regions. Nails scratched briefly over my bumcheeks. I trembled. My Mistress took a firm grip on my panties and pulled. The bundled, wet fabric was uncomfortable in my snatch.

- You're such a bad girl, Rita. Aren't you? Undoubtedly you were having nasty fantasies about sucking pussy and licking assholes, while you were fingering yourself in full view of me, your Mistress! Dreaming about having your own cunt touched by another girl, playing with your little clit until you come. Isn't that what you were doing before? Huh?

- Nnno..., Carol.., Mistress.. I.. I was thinking about you.. About yesterday.. how you spanked me, Mistress. And how your fingers delved into my wet little pussy after you had finished spanking me.. and how.. how I was allowed to taste you, Mistress, afterwards.. and how hot my bum was, and how much it excited me..

It was the truth, actually, but Carol wasn't going to be lenient with me today.

- Ahh. That might be true. In fact I do believe you. You are such a horny little submissive slave, that such a story is indeed plausible. However.. it does not change the fact that you were having nasty fantasies instead of doing your homework! Does it!

She slapped the crop with some force on my poor pussy.

- Oouw,..No..Noo, Mistress.. Please punish me, Mistress. I've been a bad girl. Aaouh.. please..

Relentlessly my stern teenage Mistress punished my cunt. The ice-cubes melted in their warm prison and the melted water mixed with the increased flow of pussy-juice, caused by the heady mixture of stabbing pain and hot pleasure due to leather meeting flesh. Such mastery she had over me, this dominant girl! She knew just how much I could take, and when to tease instead of torture, when to please instead of punish.  Mistress Carol moved away, leaving me unfulfilled, with an aching pussy and a well-slapped arse up in air.

She now diverted her attention to my tits, hanging within their icy wet prison, remnants of ice-cubes still melting, causing a steady drip from the soggy bra.

>From behind, leaning over me, and letting her silken shirt sigh over my red bumcheeks, Carol fondled my bosom briefly, just to rearrange the ice, exposed the nipples and make certain they were hard. She then ordered me in standing position again, ripped my shirt totally open, stood back a bit and started cropping my poor, cold tits with much energy and enthusiasm. I was somewhat numb with cold, but as my Mistress continued her treatment, paying much attention to my nipples, sensation started to flow back into my breasts. With a vengeance! It was needles and pins and an almost unbearable tingling as the blood started to flow back. My nipples grew from a hard state to a harder, throbbing, aching, stiffening and growing beyond what I thought possible. And still Mistress Carol, with uncanny skill, continued hitting them with her devilish crop.

I lost all sense of time, became centered on the increasing arousal, rode with it above the searing pain of my abused nipples and the throbbing of my sore pussy. So detached was I, that I barely noticed when Carol stopped cropping me, and just stood there, looking me over, with a metallic glint in her eyes and high color in her flushed cheeks. She was slightly sweaty and breathing rapidly from her exertions. I melted under her scrutiny, and my legs almost gave way beneath me. I managed, however, to keep my posture, but had to avert my eyes from her steady gaze.

At last I remembered my status, and hers..

- Thank you, Mistress, for my punishment.

- You're welcome, slavegirl. It is my duty to punish you, but I must admit you make the task pleasant.

- Thank you, Mistress....may I beg a favor from Mistress?

- Speak, Rita, and I'll consider it.

- I..I need to go, Mistress..

- Go, where, Rita?

- To..to the toilet, Mistress. I..I need to.. to pee.., Mistress.. Can I please be allowed to pee, Mistress?

- Hmm, yes you can, Rita, but remove your skirt and shirt first, and arrange your panties.

I stripped down to my white cotton bra and panties, and carefully arranged both, by now very wet, garments so they covered my tits, arse and cunt.

- Very well, Rita. You may proceed to the toilet, but do not pull down your panties. Just sit on the toilet, keep your hands behind your neck and look me into the eyes at all times. Understand, girl?

- Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.

I sat down as she had ordered me to, and locked my eyes into hers. She stood framed in the doorway and looked at me steadily.

- Would you like to pee, little Rita? Would you like to be allowed to empty you bladder now?

- Yes, Mistress Carol, may I please pee now?

My voice automatically became begging. A little girl voice. High. Subdued. The act of having to beg to be allowed to pee took place several time a day, whenever Carol and I were alone in our rooms. I was gradually getting used to it, and it did in fact always make me aroused. To have to ask somebody for release, when you needed to go. To have someone dominate you as completely as that. To be forced into a role a little girl. That excited me, made my senses reel. It had progressed to a state, that when I was alone or outside our rooms, and had to relieve myself, I could feel the presence and dominating influence of my Mistress. This was, of course, what Carol wanted of me with this strict control: To think of her every time I urinated. She had most certainly succeeded !

Mistress Carol knew exactly where she had me! My bladder was full, my abused nipples hard, tingling and extraordinarily sensitive, my bottom warm and red with heat, my cunt throbbing for release. Hot and bothered I was, from the ice and her thorough treatment with the riding crop.

- Open your mouth, Rita. That's it. Stick out that pink tongue. Now, suck my finger. Yes, that's a good little slave girl. Make it all wet. Mmm. Continue to look me into the eyes. Yeees...

She drew my soul into those limpid eyes of hers, and I lost myself irretrievably. She then withdrew her finger from my mouth, and stood back a bit.

- Your are such a naughty, little girl aren't you, Rita, my dear?

I could only nod, my throat was dry and no words could form.

- And what do naughty little girls like you do, sometimes? When they have to pee, and their bladders are full and they forget to take their panties off? What do such girls do then, Rita?

This was a new game, a new direction, but I could easily follow her lead.

- They.. they have to pee in their panties, Mistress..

- Yes, Rita, that's what bad girls do, girls like you. They pee in their white cotton school panties. That's what they do. And they like to feel that warm wet spot spreading on their little pussies. Mmm, yes, that's what they do.

It excited me tremendously, this talk. Being a naughty, little girl that wet her panties while an older girl looked on, was a very arousing situation, and I felt my slit started to get slick with flowing juice beneath the soggy panties.

- Take your right hand now, and pull those wet panties very tight over your little pussy. Like that, yes. I want to see your slit outlined nicely. Okay, you've got it. Now keep still.

She came close to me, her left arm encircled my neck and bought my willing mouth to hers. Her right hand moved to my pussy, and she gently started to drum on my outer labia with her fingertips. Then slow, intolerably slow, fingers traced the outline of my pussy. Had she touched my naked clit I'm certain I would have exploded there and then. But of course she didn't. She just teased me. Carol then broke the kiss, looked me deep in the eyes again and whispered:

- Look into my eyes, Rita. Deep. Deep. You are my little lesbian pee slave now. Just waiting for release. Feel the pressure from your bladder, baby. Feel those panties clinging to your wet little pussy. Mmm, you love being dominated don't you, Rita.. You're such a horny bitch. Beg me now, beg to be allowed to pee in your knickers.

- Please.. please..ohh.. I..Please, Mistress Carol.. can I.. may I please pee now, Mistress?

- And where would you like to pee, you bad little girl?

- In..in my panties.. Mistress, .. Please.. please can I pee in my panties now, Mistress?

- Ohh, yes, darling Rita, you may..

I wet myself explosively then! Carol was still gently caressing my cuntal area, and now she put her finger into my pantie-covered slit and let it dwell on my urethra when I let go. My urine spurted out and a gentle warmth spread as I let go and savored the release.

- That's it, you dirty girl! Let it go! Pee in those panties, come on, Rita.

So that's what I did: Emptied myself totally, dirtied my school panties and had the hand of Mistress on my cunt during it all. I almost came - but Carol had other ideas. She was just using the situation to make me totally submissive to her wishes. Controlling me, dominating me, making me wet my panties while she was gently, ever so gently, massaging my pussy. Getting her hand all soiled with my girly juices and urine. All the time looking into my eyes, walking softly into my darkest dreams and making me beg for release!

I shivered then, beyond any conscious control, and was surprised to see Carol sniffing deeply at the hand that had been stimulating me, and which was now wet with my slick juice and piss. She then extended her tongue and lecherously licked the mixture from her hand! My lovely Mistress, lost in the flavor of me, her subservient slavegirl! I simply couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I knew it bringing a change in the balance between Carol and me.

- Open your mouth, Rita! Suck on my fingers, you naughty little girl. Taste your own pee and pussy-juice. Yes, like that. Lick them clean, dig into that flavor! That's how bad girls taste, little slave. Bad lesbian schoolgirls, who cant restrain themselves, but pee in their panties in front of others.

I licked the mess from her fingers, and the salty, somewhat nutty aroma tickled my tastebuds and went straight to my brain. I loved this! Savoring my own piss and excitement from the hand of my Mistress I felt joy and a warm love for this older girl, who led me so competently down the secret paths of my wakening lust.

- Thank you, Mistress, I mumbled between slurps, and Carol smiled at me, like a dark angel from my dreams.

- You're welcome Rita. I can see that you enjoy this very much. Too much, in fact! You are on the edge now - an overexcited lezzie slavegirl almost creaming from the simple act of licking her Mistress' fingers. Now we cant have that! I'll need to make certain that you cant come for some time yet. You still need to be punished somewhat!

Mistress Carol then ordered me to undress completely and clean up. Afterwards she had me stand naked before her, while she tied my hands behind my back with heavy twine. Then she tied more rope round my waist, and pulled a rope between my legs and up into my crotch, taking care that it was tight but not overly uncomfortable. I was thus totally unable to touch myself and obtain the relief I so ardently craved - on the other hand, the tight crotch rope split my slit and though I couldn't make it rub sufficiently against my clit, it kept me in a highly aroused state. I was ordered to go to my pallet and sleep, but it was no easy task. Carol watched me carefully and I wasn't allowed to wriggle in my bondage, and the rope biting deliciously into my pussy gave me no escape from my heady sexual excitement. In the end, however, I did manage to fall asleep.

Then, sometime during the night, I felt hands softly caressing my bound body. A gentle massage of my tits made the nipples hard in no time, and then I felt a tug on the crotch rope, making me gasp as it slithered in my slit, which was still well lubricated with my lovejuice. Carols hoarse voice whispered in my ear, while she planted small kisses on my earlobe and face.

- Would you like to come now, love? Would you like to have my fingers caress that inviting pussy of yours? Hmm? You a such a gem, darling. So responsive, so very responsive to my dominance. But now, my dear, let us be simply lovers tonight. Just two girls on a bed, skillful tongues and fingers. Here, let me unbind you.

Naked above me, Carol untied the ropes binding my hands and crotch, and then we collapsed together on the bed, in close embrace, with wet mouths kissing and tongues playing their enticing dance. Her dripping snatch rubbed on my thigh and I realized how aroused she was. She wanted me, and she was wild with lust, if her rhythmic humping was any indication! She had called me darling and dear! I kissed her face above me, madly. I forgot what ever else I might have known: Carol became my world, my center, my reason.

I pressed her lovely body against mine, felt her breath quicken as she increased the pressure of her humping. My fingers crawled over her flawless bottom, found their way into the cleft and then I pressed lightly against her darling rosehole. Carol slowed down her rhythm, and I managed to dip my forefinger into her copious secretions and then push it into her bud.

- Yes, love.. put your finger up my ass.. Mmm., that's soo nice, honey.. fuck my ass! Faster.. use that finger of yours.. Yes.. Oh, yes.. fuck me, darling. Feel my tight hole clench round your finger... Ahhh.. I love having a girls finger inside me.. wriggling inside my bum..

Carol spurred me on with her ardent urgings, and I pressed my naked thigh against her cunt, which was now absolutely drenched with her sticky pussy-juice. Her muscular body felt wonderful against mine and her frantic lust fed my own longings. I wanted her, desperately, and I wanted her sweet scent and the taste of her on my tongue.

- Please.. Carol.. I want to taste you.. to lick you sweet cunt.. and stick my tongue up into your darling arse.. to taste you.. to make you come all over my face.. and I.. I need you to lick my pussy.. please..

Carol stopped her humping, looked at me with a big smile on her sweaty face, and slowly stuck her pink tongue out to lick her lips.

- Sure, my love. I'd love to have that talented tongue of yours pleasure me while I slurp up all that juice that has been flowing from you.

I removed my finger from her bumhole and Carol quickly shifted above me, so that her knees were on either side of my head and I had an unrestricted view of her wide open pussy. Her sparse, black soft curls did not hide the puffiness of her outer labia, swollen with desire, nor the glistening slit. The smell of her overpowered me, and as she wriggled her derriere slightly, small drops of her sweet juice landed on my face. I licked my lips, savoring her nearness, and blew a slow breath of air onto her hot crotch. She shivered, and then, agonizingly slow, let her cunt descend on my face. I extended my tongue, and was soon teasing her slit with long, lingering licks. Grabbing her firm buttcheeks I spread them somewhat, and pulled her down on my face, intoxicated by her heady, aroused smell. My mouth glued to her cunt and my nose inhaled the aroma of her rectum - musky, dark, earthy, wonderful!

Carol hasted to reciprocate. Her warm mouth engulfed my pussy and I gave her free access by clamping my legs around her body. She proceeded to lave my nether lips, avoiding direct contact with my erect, throbbing clit. Then she concentrated on stimulating the area between my pussy and asshole, carefully licking every squaremillimeter of skin, until she reached my puckered rosebud. I was moaning into her cunt and slurping my tongue around in her excited pussy, but now I dipped my forefinger in her wetness and resumed my previous fingerfucking of her delectable ass. She squirmed with pleasure on my finger and started to open my sphincter with the tip of her velvety tongue. It forced its way into my ass, and she reamed me forcefully and deeply, wriggling her prehensile tongue around in my excitable bottom.

- Mmfgghh. Oooh.. Yesss.. Carol... you are licking my asss.. Mmm.. , I mumbled between mouthfuls of pussy.

Carol removed her tongue, and then started to fingerfuck my little bumhole instead, first wetting her finger in my dripping pussy, and then inserting it forcefully in my rosebud.

- Come, Darling, Let us come together.. while we fuck each others ass.. Suck on my clit.... Yeeeeessss, suck it, you lesbian slut, make me cooooommmme....  I sucked on her protruding, erectile clitoris, while my finger was moving in and out of her tight arse in a fast, demanding rhythm. Then I felt her sweet mouth encircle my own pleasure-center, and as she sucked my clit into her mouth and let her tongue dance on its tip, I clenched my ass on her intruding finger and let my world disintegrate as I came and came and came in total synchrony with my love, my Mistress, above me.  The orgiastic release engulfed us both, spasms reaching even the tips of our toes and fingers.

And that was only the start of that delightful nights endless pleasure. We made each other come so many times we lost count, using tongues, fingers, love and imagination. Before I drifted off to sleep, satiated, more happy than I had ever been before, Carol nibbled on my earlobe and whispered endearments:

- When I saw you standing there with Miss Hartley, on the day you came, I almost couldn't restrain myself. I wanted to rape you there and then, my sweet darling. I've loved you ever since. Not just loved to dominate you and be your Mistress - but loved you with all my heart. Could you possibly also love me?

- I do, Carol, I almost shouted then. I love you, not only because you have take such wonderful control of me and taught me to honor and obey your slightest whim. But because you are the woman of my life. My mate, my lover, my darling....

She gently kissed my tears away then, and we drifted away to the dream country, holding each other now and for ever.

5. Carol and her aunt

How happy we were, Carol and I! Our days were spent in play and love, often with me in as submissive and Carol as my accomplished Mistress. At other times we snuggled up together in the bed or in the sofa and gently kissed and caressed each other and exchanged such talk as lovers do: Stories from our former life, fantasies and longings, plans for the future.

Gradually I pieced together Carols history. She had been brought up very strictly and without much love from her extremely wealthy parents, but they had died in a ski accident when she was 11, and she had then gone to live with an aunt, she knew very little about.

"I was very surprised and frightened the first time I saw her, Rita. She seemed very tall, and she dressed all in black. Long dresses and long-sleeved silkshirts. Very old-fashioned and Victorian, I thought. Stuffy. She wasn't really though. Quite the contrary, as I soon discovered. You se, she had this thing about discipline.

Oh, yes. It was she, who taught me most of what I know about being a Mistress, and how to dominate girls like you. When I came to her house she set up a number of ground rules and told me that if I didn't follow these rules, she would punish me. They were not very strict rules, and they were mainly concerned with what time I should be home at night and that I should do my homework and chores and stuff like that. Reasonable rules, and more lenient that I had been used to. I thought punishment from my aunt would imply stuff like being grounded and not being allowed desert and the like. Such as my parents had used. I was not expecting physical punishment, but this is what she had in mind, of course.'

- When did she punish you the first time, Carol. What did you do?

- The first time? Oh, I had been living with Aunt Kate for about 6 months I suppose, when I first seriously broke the rules. I'd been out to a movie with some friends of mine from school, and we had gone to a cafe and chatted and I had forgotten the time. So I came back home about 2 hours late, and found Aunt Kate in a temper. She scolded me for being late, and then told me she would have to punish me immediately for my transgression. She asked me to get a hairbrush from her dresser, and I was very puzzled, having no inkling of what was to came. So I went to get it, and then she started to order me around:

- Now, Carol. You have been a very naughty girl, and broken the rules I've set down for your conduct. So I'll punish you by giving you a sound spanking on your bare buttocks!

I was totally flabbergasted. My Aunt was going to spank me because I had come home late! I was twelve years old, and was going to get spanked like some little naughty girl! Now I cant say that the thought was totally abhorrent to me. I was a rather well developed twelve year old. My breasts were starting to form, and although I had no hair on my pussy, I did have some feeling there. And at night I sometimes rubbed myself, and in the last months I had become slick with juice and had also found my clitoris, although I'd never climaxed. And I had been thinking about girls when I touched myself. About naked girls with hairless slits and small breasts and firm buttocks, and I had actually fantasized about slapping those little bums. And now I was going to get spanked myself!

- Take your shoes off, and remove your slacks and panties.

- But, Aunt Kate. I..I don't want to be spanked, Auntie!

- You should have thought of that before you break the rules, young lady! And no lip from you. Hurry now, or I will increase the severity of your punishment.

Aunt Kate's eyes were flashing and there was high color in her cheeks. She looked incredibly imposing and I did not feel capable of any further arguing. Besides - the situation was giving me a strange thrill, and the prospect of being spanked by this adult, full-bosomed woman was certainly daunting, but it also made me all warm and tingly. So I rapidly complied with her order and quickly undressed, so that I stood demurely before her, holding my hands in front of me. My shirt was long and hid my naked bum and pussy.

- That's better, Carol. Look at me girl!

I looked into her eyes and sensed something being born between us. Electricity touched my spine and I had to look away, but not before recognizing the warmth in the brief smile on her lips. What was going on here? Sternness and warmth intermingling?

Aunt Kate now, much to my surprise, removed her own plaited skirt and stood revealed before me in black, lacy undergarments topped by a garter belt that held up her long silk stockings. I had never seen her thus, and could barely control my curiosity.

- I like to deliver a spanking without my skirt on, Carol. It gives me better control over the proceedings, if I can feel your nakedness on my thigh. Now: Come here and get the spanking you deserve, young lady!

She sat down, in a chair without armrests, and I approached her slowly. Aunt Kate now carefully positioned me on her lap, ordered me to keep my arms away from my bum, and then gently started to warm up my naked flesh with her hands. She slapped each of my buns with the flat of her palm until it was suffused with pinkness, and then she took hold of the hairbrush.

During this initial treatment I had become more and more excited. Blood flowed into my warmed arse-cheeks and I felt my pussy becoming wet. Now Aunt Kate let her left hand trail down between my slightly spread legs and I felt her fingers gently pinch my outer labia and slither slowly along my slit. I wriggled in her lap, aroused by the whole situation, by having my stern Aunt have free access to my bared buttocks, by the prospect of being painfully taught how to behave by this charismatic woman.

- That was the warm-up, Carol. Now its time for your punishment. Ask me to punish you.

- What... I.. Aunt Kate.. Why should I ask...

Smack! Smack!

The hairbrush hit my warm buttocks with a resounding smack and I yelped. Surprised at the severity of the pain.

- I'm in charge her, Carol. And don't you forget it! Naughty young girls who stay up late must beg for their punishment! So they'll never forget it.

- I'm sorry, Aunt Kate. Please punish me, Aunt. I've been naughty and disobeyed the rules.

- You have indeed, my girl. And how should I punish you?

- Please s.. sp..spank me, Aunt Kate. Please spank my naked bottom.

We were both breathing rapidly now, aroused by the talk. I discovered I liked being addressed as a naughty girl, and being forced to beg for my own punishment made my slit even juicier than before.

So, darling Rita, there I was. Lying in the lap of my dominant aunt, with bare, pink butt-cheeks and a pussy that was dripping its honey on the naked skin of the older woman. About to be mercilessly spanked with a heavy, wooden hairbrush. Wriggling, aroused and very frightened at the same time. Starting to realize that Aunt Kate thoroughly enjoyed my predicament and remembering her gentle fondling of my virgin cunt, moments before.

- Carol, my dear. I'm going to deliver 20 smacks on your pink, little butt. 10 on each of those delicious cheeks. I want you to count out loud every time the brush hits your bottom, and to thank me for giving you this punishment. Do you understand this?

She was gently caressing my sensitized butt-flesh with the bristly side of the hairbrush, causing me to contract my buttocks in rhythm with the soft movements of the brush. I was totally unable to concentrate. My mind was a mush. Every time I contracted my nether cheeks, my hot pussy moved slightly forward, bringing it in contact with the warm flesh of my aunt. The bristles on the brush were prickly soft on my bum. I could only gasp.

Smack! Smack!

Fires of pain exploded in my poor ass. Aunt Kate was not sparing me, and the polished wood of the hairbrush again hit my wobbling bottom with a vengeance.

- Answer me, girl! I asked you if you understood my order?

I collected my wits somewhat and managed to stutter, that yes, I did understand her orders.

- Very well, I will now proceed with your spanking.

Two smacks hit me on the upper part of my thighs, were they met my buttocks. Not very heavy blows, but enough to cause a sharp stinging pain. I was prepared, though and was able to respond:

- One. Thank you Aunt Kate. Two.  Thank you, Aunt Kate.

- Excellent, dear. That's what I like to hear. Would you like me to proceed?

I was by now getting the hang of the game she was playing with me, and did not hesitate.

- Yes, please Aunt Kate. Please spank me more. I've been naughty and deserve punishment.

Two more smacks followed, harder this time, and placed on the sides of my cheeks. Again I kept my wits about me and responded correctly. Aunt Kate now proceeded to spank my poor bottom thoroughly. No part was left untouched and by the time she had finished, and had given me a few extra spanks for the times I forgot to count or to thank her, I was sobbing and whimpering with pain. My butt was throbbing in agony, and undoubtedly very red from the blows my aunt had delivered. But underneath the agony and pain, blood was flowing and the undeniable arousal was making my mind spin with dark desires. My honey-pot was hotter than ever before, tingling with newly discovered sensations, and my little clit was humming its own heady melody of throbbing excitement.

Aunt Kate's long nails trailed over my abused ass, carving lines of pleasure into the fires. A finger softly titillated my anal opening. I shivered.

- Sooo, Aunt Kate cooed. Your little butt is all red and sore from my spanking. You did very well, darling. Such a good girl you are. With such a well spanked ass. It is warm down there, dear? Is your little girls bottom all hot and bothered now?

- Yee.. yess. Auntie.. I'm so hot. My bum hurts, but its all warm and tingly.

- Mmm. I know dear. What about between your legs? How is you pussy? I seem to feel rather wet on my thighs? I think you have been dripping love-juice all over me, you naughty little girl!

- Ooh, Auntie.. your fingers.. yessss ... I'm so very... hot... please, Aunt Kate... what's happening.

I was wriggling uncontrollably in the lap of my aunt as she was sliding her knowing fingers into my juicy hole. She then withdrew her fingers and smeared my love-juice on my abused bum, providing a certain relief. She then told me to sit in her lap, facing her, and keep my hands knotted behind my neck. My legs went around her waist, and she spread her legs so my red butt-cheeks did not have to bear any of my weight. At the same time this position gave my aunt total access to my sopping pussy. Aunt Kate now proceeded to remove my shirt and the cotton T-shirt I had been wearing, exposing my upper body. My small, budding breasts were topped by two very stiff and prominent nipples and she took a firm hold on each of these, pinched them between thumb and forefinger and looked into my eyes. Her face was flushed, her cheeks blossoming rosy red, her eyes melting me like butter.

- I enjoy spanking little girls bums, Carol. I enjoy pinching their stiff little nipples and making their naked pussies dripping wet. As you pussy is now, isn't it? Sopping wet with desire and lust. Because you loved being spanked by me didn't you, Carol? I know you did. The way you wriggled and whimpered and pushed yourself against my thigh. You like to se me all dressed up in black underwear, don't you? And I've seen you looking at your girlfriends. Staring at their asses and tits. You're just like me, Carol. Wouldn't you like to fondle and spank a girls ass? Ohh, I know you would, you little devil!

I could only respond by nodding. A devil was I! Her own deviltry far exceeded mine - the way she played me, and had read my innermost desires. Her fingers were now playing their own deviltry with my stiff clit and inner labia. Pinching, fondling, rubbing. Bringing me to the ultimate brink, then stopping in order to roughly fondle me abused ass, tickling my tight asshole or pulling and pinching my stiff, throbbing nipples. Then, at last, she told me she was going to make me come, and she bent forward slightly to suck my right tit into her warm engulfing mouth. Then her left forefinger penetrated my virgin rectum and proceeded to fingerfuck my stretched anal canal, while two fingers of her right hand forcefully entered my slippery pussy and started a rhythmic fucking. She then made her thumb flicker on my blood-engorged clit, removed her mouth from my tit, and told me to come:

- Come, Carol dear. Come with your aunts finger up your tight little bum and wet cunt. Let yourself go, now. Feel the pleasure and the pain from your spanked butt. Come.. come..

And I did come. My butt clenched on her intruding digit, my cunt spasmed around her fucking fingers and my clit simply exploded as I screamed my violent release into a newborn world. I knew I would never be the same again, as I rode my aunts knowledgeable fingers to the first orgasm of my life. Spanked, humiliated, and loving it. Knowing that I would love to do the same to another girl, I fell fulfilled forward into the ample bosom of my devious aunt.

Later that night, Rita, my aunt taught me how to please a woman. I lost myself exploring the intricacies of her cunt and I almost came myself when she introduced me to the art of licking an arsehole and I'll never forget the velvety feeling of her anal canal when she clenched it around my intruding tongue for the first time. She became my teacher and my lover, and when she felt she had no more to teach me, she sent me off to Miss Hartley."

That night, after Carol had told me her story, I pretended to be a very naughty young Carol and she dressed up accordingly and punished me as thoroughly as her Aunt Kate had punished her.

Afterwards, lying close to my Mistress and lover I asked her, how she came to be a dominant through the training of her aunt, and Carol kissed me and promised to tell that tale on a different night.

6. The submission of Eve

After Carol had been introduced to the pleasures of domination by her strict and depraved aunt, she found herself fantasizing more and more about being in control of a girl. She enjoyed the games she played with Aunt Kate, and the training she received, but she recognized that what she wanted was to dominate and seduce a girl into a world of spankings, bondage and lesbian slavery.

" And then one day, when I was thirteen, a new girl arrived at our school. Eve her name was. A lush, early developed girl a year younger than me. She already had a swelling bosom, a curvaceous full body and her dark hair was long and almost reached her cute bottom. I knew immediately I had to have her, and set out to make a friend of her.

It wasn't difficult. She was an only child and lonely, as she had only recently moved to our town. Soon we were the best of friends and freely visited each others houses. I kept Aunt Kate informed of my desires, and together we planned the ultimate seduction of the unsuspecting Eve.

One weekend, when Eves parents were out of town, she was to stay with us and we decided the moment was ripe. I was lusting for her to such a degree that I had considerable trouble in controlling myself when she was around. I frankly wanted to rape her, rip her clothes off and violate that ripe body of hers. Aunt Kate had cautioned me, but recognized the fact that the act could not be postponed. So we had set our trap and our prey arrived, innocent and dressed in a short pink skirt topped by a white, tight T-shirt. No bra, so her prominent nipples were clearly outlined. She wore white tennis-socks and sneakers. I had dressed for the occasion, in a medium length midnight-blue satin dress and had on silk stockings, new high-heeled shoes and black silk underwear, which Aunt Kate had helped me choose. I had also started to use make-up and had taken much care to appear as grown-up as possible. From Eves reaction I knew I had succeeded:

- Whau, Carol. You look stunning! Such a pretty dress, and what lovely shoes!

She goggled at my outfit, and I just smiled and let her in. Lamb to the slaughter. Aunt Kate and I had agreed that she should keep very much in the background, and she just appeared to greet Eva and then she let us alone.

I had prepared a sumptuous feast, and Aunt Kate had provided sweet white wine in order to make Eve relax as much as possible. So we ate, and talked and giggled and afterwards I suggested we saw some videos. Sitting in the sofa I together we watched a sweet romance. Eve loved it, and as she was so absorbed I had no resistance from her, when I casually put my arm around her and drew her close. Gently I caressed her shoulder and let my fingers play with her long hair while we watched the movie.

I then pretended to rummage through Aunt Kate's videos, found one and told Eve I didn't know it but the title sounded OK. It was called 'Girls in love' and was a lesbian movie where two girls made relaxed love to each other. I put it on, returned to the sofa and again pulled Eve close to me. This time, though, I circled her waist and let my hand lie on her upper thigh. The movie started with the two girls walking hand in hand in a forest, talking and laughing. They embraced under a large tree and started to French kiss each other.

Eve was startled and pulled away slightly, but I drew her back.  - What are they doing, Carol? Two girls kissing each other? That's .. that's unnatural!

- Is it now?, I answered and quickly took her inviting lips into possession, and rapidly inserted my tongue into her velvety oral cavity. She tried to fight me off, but I was stronger than her and had taken her by surprise, so she submitted to me.

I finished kissing her, laughed and suggested we watched some more. The two girls had now gone to an apartment and they were caressing each other and slowly taking their clothes off.

- There is nothing wrong with two girls kissing and touching each other, Eve. See: They are doing it. Its not unnatural, its just two girls that like each other, just like we like each other. We are friends, aren't we? And we can kiss each other.

I kissed her again, deeply, and at the same time my hands nuzzled her earlobes. I had guessed right: She loved having her lobes touched. I stopped kissing her and started whispering in her sweet ear:

- I like kissing you Eve. You are so soft and cuddly and nice. I've been looking forward the whole week to having you here. I love you, Eve, I really do.

My caresses were getting to her. She trembled against me, and I drew her closer, letting my hands explore her luscious body. I continued to whisper endearments in her sensitive ear and also gently blew small breaths of air into it.

- Come, Eve. Lie down with your head in my lap, and we can watch the rest of the movie. I'd like to see what those two nice girls can do to each other.

As if I didn't know! It was one of my favorite movies and I'd watched it several times, alone or in a close sexual embrace with my aunt. The two girls would end up licking each others slits and arseholes in the sixty-nine position and come to an explosive mutual orgasm. While they gradually worked their way to this climax, I subtly caressed my girlfriend and enjoyed having her head placed on my satin-covered thigh. She for her part seemed completely engrossed in the movie, watching the antics of the girls with barely suppressed excitement and her darting tongue often had to wet her dry lips.

In the position Eve was in now, I had easy access to her budding tits and I let my caresses wander over her delightful body, but always took extra care to briefly stroke her firm tit-flesh or lightly graze her nipples beneath the T-shirt. Unconsciously she pushed her chest towards me, letting me know her body was beginning to get turned on. The stiffening of her nipples also told their own tale of awakening desire as did the hand resting between her shapely legs.

- Isn't it nice, Eve? Seeing two girls touch each other so intimately? Look how she enjoys having her buttocks licked. And there: Did you see that tongue? Slithering into that dark hole...

Eve didn't answer, she was far away and aching to be touched. I couldn't let the sweet thing down, so I pulled her unresisting body upright and removed her T-shirt. The girly chest was bared in all its beauty and I couldn't resist giving each nipple a long careful suck. That woke up Eve!

- Ooh, Carol you mustn't. Please.. Nooo.. You shouldn't.. my nipples are soo..  - So what Eve? What are your nipples? Sensitive?

I tweaked the long, brown nipples between my fingers and she groaned but her body had no defense and the nipples stiffened even more and I could see their throbbing echoed in Eves eyes.

- You'll come with me now, Eve. Upstairs. Wont you? You like me touching your dear breasts and your lovely body. And were only girls. Girls who like and love each other aren't we?

I kissed her again, demanding her, and she responded by melting against me, pressing her naked chest into the cool satin of my dress.

- Yes.. Carol, she said hesitantly.

And then, surprising and enrapturing me:

- I, I'd like to touch you too...

- And so you shall, my love, but let me surprise you.

I took a velvet blindfold from a drawer near the couch and talked her into being blindfolded. From there on, it was only a small step to lead her upstairs to my room, where Aunt Kate, unknown to Eve, was waiting. Our prize was won - now we could enjoy her.

I walked behind Eve up the stairs. One hand on the shoulder, the other on her firm butt, leading her. Once we were in my room, I sat her down on the bed and Aunt Kate silently appeared from the corridor outside and winked at me. An anticipatory smile was on her lips. I now pushed Eve backward, smothered her beneath my satiny body and rapidly secured her wrists in the cuffs I had put at each corner of the bed.

- Hey, what are you doing? Don't tie me up, Carol!, Eve pleaded.

- Hush, dear. It'll do you good, and I'll make you fell wonderful. Just relax, honey.

I then removed her tight skirt, but left her the white cotton panties. There was a telltale wet spot above her slit, and I wanted to use those panties in my violation of Eve. Her ankles were now cuffed and Eve was spead-eagled before me, blindfolded and only clad in her small cotton panties. A lovely sight she was! Struggling in her bonds and trying to convince me to set her free.

I hushed her up with hot kisses on her lips and succulent breasts and by whispering in her ear how much I loved her and how good I was going to maker her feel. Then Aunt Kate handed me a long soft feather and I started to tickle my helpless, moaning captive.

- Please, Carol! Let me go.. Pleeease.. Ohh... Nooo.. don't.... Oh, that tickles.. Nooo, not there, not between my legs.. Carol...

I straddles her amply endowed chest facing towards her legs and gently caressed Eve's inner thighs with the soft feather. I took my time, sometimes letting it tease her slit, which was outlined nicely beneath her tight cottons panties. I then moved my silk-covered ass upwards, smothering Eve's face and muffling her pleadings. I arranged the blue satin of my dress so that it completely covered her face and placed my thighs so that Eve's nose was pressed up in my ass-crack and I could feel her breath on my silk-covered slit. I loved being in control! Having a beautiful girls body to play with and to use for my pleasure made my juice flow copiously and I knew Eve would be surrounded by the aroma of my arousal within her satiny prison.

I carefully lifted the elastic band of her panties, baring her hairless pussy. I let the feather explore the exposed labia and the slick slit of the young girl, parting the puffy nether lips and letting it slither over her small hooded clit, which was starting to swell with blood. Eve didn't quite know what to do. She writhered in her bonds, but could not stop herself from pushing up against the tickling feather, which was providing such pleasure to her virgin pussy. I knew I had her then, and started to move my arse on Eves face, riding her.

- Stick you tongue out, Eve. Lick my panties, little girl!

- Mmggffll, said Eve, muffled.

I removed the feather, let go of the elastic band of her panties, and started slapping her girly cunt with my hand.

- I wont let you come, if you don't start licking me now, Eve. I'll slap you pussy, pull you cuntlips, squeeze your nipples, but you'll not have any release until you stick your tongue out and start tasting my juice...

I looked at Aunt Kate, who had pulled up her skirt and had one had inside her panties, fondling her cunt. Her eyes bored into mine, a lewd smile played on her lips. She winked. At the same moment Eve decided to relent, her mind undoubtedly clouded by the pleasure I had introduced her to, and by my promise of not letting her come. She probably did not know in detail, what coming implied, but her body was craving release, and would not let her forget it. So she stuck out her tongue and started reluctantly to pay proper homage to my pussy. I felt her tongue slide over my tight, black silken panties, which were by now totally infused with my sticky girl juice. Eve was blindfolded, trapped between my thighs, enclosed within my satin dress, bound and spread-eagled on my bed. And now her inexperienced tongue for the first time tasted the exquisite juice directly from another girls aroused, wet cunt.

- Lick it, Eve. Lick my pussy.. Yeesss.. let me feel your tongue on my panties...

Eve just slurped. I moved a bit, letting her tongue move to the silk-covered opening of my tight ass. My lovely captive continued her tonguing and soon the anal rim was wet with her saliva. Aunt Kate silently approached us, and bent down to French kiss me deeply and roughly fondle my breasts. I groaned and moved faster over Eve face, which was now slick with my secretions.

Aunt Kate now motioned me away from Eve, and as I was very close to creaming all over the face of my luscious girlfriend it was with some reluctance I obeyed. After a long kiss and a close embrace involving extensive fondling of my ass, my aunt then removed my soggy panties, which I immediately proceeded to stuff into Eve's mouth, silencing her incessant moans. I took a pair of scissors we had previously laid out ready for use and proceeded to carefully make two incisions in Eves panties, one on each side of her sopping wet crotch. I did not cut the elastic band, and the result was that she now had a narrow band of cotton covering her young pussy. I bundled this narrow band of cloth up into her slit, baring her swollen outer cuntlips on either side of the cotton.

What a sight!  A twelve year old girl tied to my bed, black velvet over her eyes, my soaking panties in her mouth, with a thin strip of cotton slicing gently into her virgin slit and painfully erigated nipples. I rapidly took op my dress and bra, and clad only in garter-belt and silk stockings I accepted a small bottle of invigorating massage oil from Aunt Kate, and started a long sensuous massage of Eves flat tummy and firm bosom.

Straddling her thighs I used gentle pressure to rub the oil into her warm skin, paying special attention to her aching nipples, pulling them slowly from their well-shaped base, then releasing them again. I pinched them and even bit them teasingly with my teeth. They grew, beyond what I had thought possible, and seemed to hum with some secret tune of their own, those brown, tumescent nubs of flesh that stood so proudly up from Eves sun-brown hillocks. When I finished ravaging her chest, she was breathing fast and a fine sweat covered her body. It was time for her to work!

I changed my position, so that my now naked ass covered her face. Her breath tickled my nether regions, and I insisted on pressing my aroused rosebud down on her tongue, commanding her to lick me, to pay service to her true Mistress. Eve had surrendered, there was no fight left in her, and besides: Her arousal was probably greater even than mine. So she complied readily, investigating my tight hole with a questing, soft tongue.

- Yes, Eve! That's sooo good, honey. Fuck my butt with your tongue, Eve. Stick it in a far as you can, out now. In again. Yessss.. ohh, that's divine! More.. faster..

Eve frenetically reamed my ass with ever increasing speed, and my depraved aunt now approached, extremely turned on by our show, and started to fondle my breasts and pinch my stiff nipples as I rode Eves slurping tongue. Then one of her hands found its way to my erect clitoris and just a whisper of a touch was enough to set me off for the stars and my destination: I came. Violently, recklessly, howling my raw pleasure into the world. I came. With Eves surprisingly talented tongue (she loved it, the little slut), up my bum and Aunt Kate's talented fingers playing on my teenage clit.

I then kissed Eve violently, took a small vibrator from my aunt and proceeded to maul her responsive bumhole, while Aunt Kate, with a somewhat bigger vibrator, took care of our captives cunt and clit.

- Ooooohhh, Carol! What are you doing to me.. it .. it hums and its hot and.. Ohhhh, Yesss .. there, Please carol, that's soo good. I've never felt ... Ohhhhhhh. I'm ... let me.... Aaaaaarggg

And she climaxed. Wriggling, not against but within her bonds, incoherently moaning, pushing her darling pussy up against those wonderful vibrations. And in the exact moment she came, I pinched her nipples tightly and watched her release with immense pride: My captive, my slave, my Eve had an explosive orgasm, induced by me.

Aah, yes, Rita. That was a wonderful night, and Eve became a well-behaved and very obedient and loving slavegirl. My first. "

I loved that story. And hated it. I was insanely jealous of Eve, because she had been my beloved Mistress first slavegirl, and the only way for me to overcome that was to reenact it.

So one night I took on the role of Eve and Carol dominated me as she had with Eve, and somewhere in the background I'm sure Miss Hartley herself played the role of Aunt Kate.

 

7. The Black Sorority

After having stayed at Miss Hartley's School for about 6 months, all the time receiving strict but loving domination from Mistress Carol, and occasionally from Miss Langley or other of my teachers, it was decided that I was trained enough to join the Black Sorority. Rumors of this Sorority were plenty among the students at the school. It was believed to be some sort of secret sisterhood dedicated to black magic and other arcane arts. Those who knew its real nature kept quiet about it, and nobody knew for certain who belonged to this group of select girls. I had, in fact, not been paying much attention to the rumors, having enough of my time occupied with schoolwork and exploring my sexuality. One day, though, Mistress Carol announced that I had been deemed eligible for The Black Sorority. It was a Friday just after school, and we were in her rooms. I was still dressed in my school uniform, and looking forward to a weekend filled with the exquisite pleasure of serving my darling Mistress. Carol was dressed casual, in jeans and a tight mohair sweater and seated in her favorite armchair. I was kneeling in front of her, kissing her naked feet and eagerly anticipating her next order. Instead she told me that we were expected this very evening for the initiation ceremony at The Black Sorority. - I'm not allowed to tell you very much, Rita. What happens tonight must remain a secret to outsiders. You should know, however, that the Sorority has the purpose of providing a safe haven for those of us dedicated to the art and pleasure of sexual domination and submission. It's an all woman society of course, and it has both student and teachers among its members. Once you're in, you're in for life, and it will provide a strong network for you in your future. Not only in terms of finding satisfactory sexual partners and an understanding environment, but also in terms of furthering your career and giving professional advice. I wasn't sure what all this meant. But the part about sexual domination and submission caused a slight shiver of anticipation in my body. I was carefully licking and sucking the toes of my Mistress, and had little thought for my future. - I'm told there are four other applicants tonight, and we need to make a good impression on them and on the women who are to judge you. Now: You must go as you are, dressed in the school uniform, and wearing simple cotton underwear, but I should be dressed as impressively as possible. A Mistress presenting a new slave girl to the Sorority must make an impact! After we both had a bath, I helped my Mistress get dressed. She chose a long, dark red dress, made from thin velvet. It was topped by a tight, sleeve-less bodice, that was laced at the back and which showed off her firm breasts to the full and enhanced her cleavage. No bra was necessary and she had put on small supple leather panties and self-sitting silken stockings, both of a color closely matching the dress. I was allowed to finalize her outfit by encasing her lovely legs in a pair of supple, knee-length boots made from suede and with extremely high heels. With dark rouge on her cheeks, a matching lipstick, black mascara and carefully painted nails she looked stunning and as I helped her put on long, tight leather gloves that covered her arms all the way to the elbows, I longed for her sweet touch. No touch was forthcoming, however, and instead she ordered me to dress in the underwear and school uniform, that she had decided was appropriate for the occasion. I put on the cream-colored, satin panties, she had chosen, and found them very tight, but not uncomfortable. They were cut high on the thighs, and the skimpy triangle of smooth fabric in front fitted over my pussy like a second skin, and my already pouting nether lips were clearly visible. In the back, the panties revealed more than they covered, and both my cheeks were left bare, with a thin ribbon of satin snugly fitted into the dark crease between my buttocks. Next the bra. Matching the panties, it was a half-cup bra, that precisely covered my nipples, but nothing more, and which gently pushed my girly breasts upward and together, showing off the crease between them to the fullest. Mistress Carol had found a uniform, which was somewhat smaller than my usual, and with the navy-blue skirt cut very short. She ordered me to leave the two top buttons of the white short-sleeves shirt open, fully exposing my firm, but girly bosom. I finalized my dressing by putting on white, knee-length socks and somber black shoes. My Mistress and I next spent an enjoyable time with me being ordered to pose in different revealing and lecherous positions. I bent over to show off my almost naked arse beneath the short navy-blue skirt of the school uniform. I stood with my hands on my head and pushed my chest forwards towards Carol, showing off my breasts in their satiny casing. I lifted the front of my skirt, and was ordered to gently press the shiny fabric into my already wet slit, thus darkening the panties with the viscous fluids of my excitement. - Now lick that naughty finger of yours, and taste yourself, you filthy little schoolgirl! You look so tempting in that outfit! I do so love to have a young girl pose for me in her school uniform. There is something so very debauched about watching a girl dressed for school getting turned on by exposing herself sexually. But that sweet bum of yours could do with a sound warm-up before we go to join the others. So! Bend over, spread your legs and grab your ankles. - Yes, Mistress. - Mmmm. That's nice! You do have an extremely spankable ass, girl! And those panties provide such a good framing of your cheeks. Are you ready for your spanking, you dirty little schoolgirl? - Yes, Mistress Carol, this naughty schoolgirl is ready for her spanking. Please spank my hot, little arse, Mistress. - I shall, Rita, I shall...! And with those words, Mistress Carol proceeded to soundly spank me with her bare hands. She was not hard on me. She simply wanted me to have a nice, rosy ass for presentation to the Black Sorority, and presumably also to provide me with that quickening of the blood and flushing of my cheeks, she knew came with having my bottom spanked. - That's enough for now, girl. Stand up now. Ahh. I see my treatment has brought a nice color not only to you bottom cheeks! Good, I like that. Before leaving, Mistress Carol fitted me with a slaves collar round my neck, connected to a leash, and also blindfolded me with a black silken scarf. Then I was led through the innards of the great manor house to the secret meeting place of the Black Sorority.

After what seemed a very long walk, I heard Mistress Carol knock on a door, and a muffled greeting. I was led a short way, and then ordered to kneel on the floor, which felt like polished wood, and put my hands on my head. Quiet conversation and laughter mixed with the rustling of dresses and the clinking of chains was what I heard. Then someone clapped, and I heard the unmistakable voice of our very own Headmistress, Miss Hartley herself! - Mistresses! You may remove the blindfolds of your charges. Carol gently removed the scarf covering my eyes, and I had for the first time an unrestricted view of the room. Directly in front of me, three women were seated in high-backed chairs, fitted with leather. In the middle was Miss Hartley, completely clad in black leather. Her generous torso was encased in a tight corset; she had a short skirt, and long shiny boots. She also wore leather gloves. A stern expression was on her face as she surveyed us, but an almost tangible warmth also emanated from this statuesque woman. To the right was Miss Langley, in white knee-length boots below a long peach skirt and a matching loose blouse. A soft smile was on her face. The left chair was occupied by our gym-teacher, Miss Brown. Her strong athletic body was underscored by her khaki jodhpurs above black riding boots, and a close-fitting black silk shirt, that revealed her well-developed bust. She was gently tapping a riding crop on her left boot and watching us with what seemed to be appreciation. I dared not look to the side at my fellow initiates and their Mistresses, but out of the corner of my eye, I recognized my neighbor as Eveleen, a petite, dark girl from my class, who was accompanied by her Mistress, a striking redhead called Brenda, who was dressed in a very low-cut, short clinging dress in dark blue silk, that permitted me with a view of her long, shapely legs. - Welcome all, Miss Hartley began, to this ceremony of initiation into our esteemed Sorority. All you initiates have undoubtedly heard numerous stories about us, and the strange magic we are believed to practice. In reality there is nothing strange about it. We are a group of women and girls who appreciate the dark side of our sexuality and who take pleasure in the games of domination and submission that we play with each other. Make no mistakes, though! We are very serious about what we do! Our rules are strict, and our discipline is firm, but just. You are all here, because you have been judged suitable to join us. Why is this? Well, we know how to find our own kind, and to smell out a potential initiate. Plus we have observed you, and tested you on several occasions. We are thus very certain, that you will chose to join us, and hence subject yourselves to a strict regimen of female domination, done in mutual respect. If I'm wrong, and you choose not to join, then please say so now. Nobody moved or spoke up, and Miss Hartley looked pleased. I was simply overwhelmed at the prospect of being part of such a Sorority, and my mind was boggling with visions of the possibilities - Very well, I'll now explain a little of what will go on tonight. First of all, you will receive an initial warming of your buttocks, delivered by Miss Brown. You will then be stripped and your nipples will be clamped. You will then be given to a Mistress, not the one you are already in the care off, and she will test your limits and your slave-girl training. Finally you will return to this room. Only one rule applies tonight: You may not come unless specifically told to do so. Orgasms are only allowed, if ordered by your Mistress. Safe words will of course be respected, and you should provide your Mistress with the word of your choice. Any questions? There were none. We were now ordered to stand up, turn our back to the three imposing Mistresses and bend over with spread legs, in order to receive our initial warming. I managed to catch a glimpse of the other girls. We were four in all. Besides Eveleen and me it was Linda, a heavyset brunette from a different class, and Lisa, a long-legged blonde whom I knew from my riding lessons. Linda was accompanied by a majestic, dark-haired girl in shiny leather outfit called Ruby, but I had to gasp at the sight of Lisa's Mistress. She was a tall, Arabic girl, whom I had often admired from afar. She seemed aloof, this tall, trim dusky girl, and I had never dared approach her. Our Mistresses now lifted our skirts, exposing the asses of all us four slave-girls. I heard Miss brown stepping down from her chair, and soon thereafter the swissh of her crop. She was none too gentle with us, delivering devious blows to our exposed buttocks, and not sparing our thighs or our delicate pussies. With hard strokes she made us sob and the occasional cry was heard, but none begged to be relieved from the punishment. I felt the blood pulsing in my buttocks, and soon also in my nether lips, as Miss Brown more and more often found my moist snatch with the tip of her devilish crop. She knew what she was doing, and at the end of the session we were all gasping, not only with the throbbing pain, but also with the dark passions arising from pain well delivered by a competent Mistress. Miss Hartley then had us undress each other, and I carefully removed Eveleen's skimpy school uniform and the plain cotton underwear she was wearing. Her panties were sodden with juice and the smell of her obvious arousal fired my own passion. Eveleen's soft touches and gentle caresses while she took her time undressing me, was almost unbearable, but I managed to stand very still and concentrated on doing math in my head to avoid coming. Mistresses Carol and Brenda looked on approvingly, and when we were completely naked, save for our slave collars, they fitted nipple-clips, connected by a chain reaching to the navel, to our nipples. We were then assigned our Mistress for the night, and to my delight, and trepidation, I was to be ravished by the tall, Arabic girl, whose name was Sheena. She looked me over, made no comment, but fitted me with a blindfold and led me away to her rooms.

After Sheena removed the blindfold, she ordered me on my knees and I had a chance to look her over. She was tall, this cinnamon girl in a bottle green, shimmering dress. Long-limbed and muscular, with a high-riding bosom and black curly hair cut short, revealing the fine features of her skull. She wore green satin shoes with high stiletto heels, and she knew how to move in them! Neither mincing gait nor clumsy wobbling for her - she moved like a cheetah, a runner ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey. I shivered in my nakedness and the thrill of anticipation made my mouth dry and my cheeks burn. There I was, alone with this intimidating Arabian girl. On my knees, a slaves collar around my throat and clamps on my nipples as my only adornments. Trembling. Waiting to serve, expecting to submit to domination. Feeling my hot blood and my own undeniable need. A lowly slave girl before her imposing Mistress. In my rightful place. Sheena's rooms were dark, compared to Mistress Carol's. Dark blue walls, heavy curtains, rugged handmade carpets on the floor. Heavy wooden chairs and tables. A few African looking sculptures on a shelf. She had put on some rhythmic, wailing music and was now lighting sticks of incense that gave off an aromatic scent, sweet and spicy. - So, she said, towering above me. - You're Carols little plaything, are you? I nodded. Not trusting my voice, and avoided looking into her eyes, but kept my gaze on her satin enclosed feet. - You should answer me, when I ask you a question! Steel uncovered in her otherwise softly accented English. - Yes, Mistress, I managed, with a dry throat. - Yes, Mistress, and then what...? - Yes, Mistress, I'm Carols little plaything A satiny gloved touch on my chin and she lifted my head and her black eyes bored into mine. - Where I come from, Rita, the land is mainly naked hills and scorching desert. But it's the ancient land of the Queen of Saba. Where all King Solomon's gold came from. I'll be your Queen for tonight, slave girl Rita. And you'll obey my every whim and praise me for the dark pleasures I can introduce you to, if you please me. Will you please me, Rita? - Yes, Mistress, I'll please you and obey your.... Slap! A gloved hand stung forcefully against the side of my face. - Tonight, slave; I'm your Queen! Remember it at all times - or you'll be sorry. Her dark eyes blazed and I cringed before her anger. My Queen she would be then, and I.. I'd be her slave girl and servant. It was her game we played, and she had set the stage for whatever act was to come. She removed her hand, but kept her stern gaze on me, and I had to bow my head in submission. - Yes, my Queen. I'm sorry. I'll please you and obey your every whim. I tried to keep my voice down, and have humility creep into it. I then tried to rectify my mistake. - How may I then serve you, my Queen? Queen Sheena smiled briefly, and I felt relieved that she approved. - Ah, you sweet thing. You may start by kissing my shoes. Only kisses mind you, no tongue until I order it. And keep your hands behind you. - Yes, my Queen, thank you. She put her right foot forward and I proceeded to kiss the smooth green satin, taking care not to touch her foot, which was enticingly close and covered in a dark green silken stocking. When I reached the heel, she lifted her foot and allowed me to suck the whole heel into my mouth and lave it with my spit. - Good girl, suck on that heel, taste the shoes of your Queen and Mistress. I sucked for all I was worth, eager to please this dusky beauty and thus to gain access to the Black Sorority. - Now move upwards, kiss my foot, and then slowly make your way up to my knee. Take your time. I did take my time. With slow deliberate kisses I made my way up under the slinky dress, savoring the closeness, feeling the heat from her wonderful body and catching a whim of the scent of arousal emanating from the panty-covered pussy above me. - Stop, slave! I immediately stopped my kissing and Sheena moved away from me, sat down in an armchair and motioned for me to crawl to her. - Now continue servicing your Queen! With relish I once again put my head underneath her long dress and continued my series of kisses on her perfect legs. Sheena settled back, opened her legs and allowed me a brief tour up her lower thighs, before she turned her back to me, drew up the dress and bared her firm arse, which was encased in smooth silken panties matching the dress. - Now lick my arse, Rita. Plenty of tongue, but do not touch my naked skin. Only lick my panties! Cool, tight silk on my tongue. Wetness seeping into the green satiny cloth covering the rump of my majestic Mistress. My nose deep into the crease between her delightful buttocks, tasting her musk. I was in heaven! A 15-year-old lesbian slut, I was, longing for the sweet ecstasy of submission and the dark pleasures awakened by the expectation of pain. I slurped and slobbered all over the ass of Mistress Sheena, reveling in the humiliation of the situation and the obvious excitement of my Queen, evident in low moans and the way in which she avidly pressed her buttocks into my face. The clips in my nipples were forgotten, the pain they caused me transposed to a throbbing need. - Ahh, what a nice little slobbering slave girl you are, Rita! But stop now, and move back a bit so I can turn around. So. Good. Now move forward, so your face is just above my cunt. That's it. Don't do anything! Now I'll treat you to a taste of your Queen's very own nectar. Open your mouth, and place it directly on my panties, right over my slit. Mmm. That's it, a little bit higher. Now - suck. Suck for all you're worth! Intoxicated by being in so intimate contact with this stern and dominating teenage Queen, I eagerly complied with her order, bringing my face in close contact with the panties covering her pussy, from which a heady scent emanated, making my senses reel. Lemon and cinnamon mixed with a strong animal musk assaulted me, and when I was ordered to suck her cunt through the panties a salty, nutty flavor from the juice that had seeped from her slit made me forget everything except the task of pleasing my Queen. The satin was stretched tight over Sheena's cunt and as I wetted the area over the topmost part of her slit, as I had been ordered to do, I felt the contours of her large clit stiffening. Of course I could not resist but had to use my tongue to lick and taste the center of my Queens pleasure and immediately she pushed me away and angrily scolded me: - I did not ask you to do that, slave! You may not lick or touch the clit of your Queen without an explicit order! And you know that, you despicable slut! But you're such a randy little pussy slave, aren't you? So you couldn't wait - you simply had to stick your lewd tongue up into my dripping honey pot. Well, Ok, Rita. You've asked for it now! I'll have to punish you, for being such a naughty slave girl. Stand up! Shivering with fear before her anger, yet with anticipation causing my blood to quicken, I stood up before her, quivering under her blazing scrutiny of my naked body. The chain connecting my nipple-clips jingled quietly. Sheena's taste lingered on my tongue. - I do believe I have just the cure for an overexcited slave-slut with an eager tongue! And I think a thorough spanking of your bare butt will be a delightful way to start the punishment, you have deserved. However, a few preparations are called for, I think, before we embark on that course! She ordered me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I felt her behind me and something smooth and cool enveloped my arms. - This is a single binding sleeve, Rita. It will fit tightly round your arms and covering your hands, making you totally unable to anything with them. At the same time, because it pulls back your arms and shoulders it pushes your chest forwards, and therefore makes your girly breasts stand out prominently. >From behind me, she pulled, none too gently, at the chain between my breasts. I gasped with pain. - You see, girl. They become soo much more accessible to my touch this way. Now let me just tighten this, and then we'll see what else I have in store for you. Queen Sheena tightened the sleeve using the many straps that was provided for this, and my shoulders were pulled back more than I would have thought possible, making my sore nipples ache even more and enhancing my perversely stimulating sense of total helplessness. Commenting on my dirty, naughty mouth she then fitted me with a red ball gag and then commanded me to spread my legs. - That should take care of any comments from you, girl. And now I'll fit you with a spreader-bar, making that juicy slit of yours readily available and parting those nether cheeks of yours slightly in just the way I like it. After attaching a spreader-bar to cuffs on my ankles, she now moved in front of me, and looked me over, while she languidly caressed herself. She touched herself beneath the silken dress that hugged her body so close. One a hand between her thighs, the other teasing her firm tits. All the time she held my eyes in hers, and the temperature in the room seemed to increase markedly. She was so incredibly beautiful, and I was a disobedient slut before my Queen, with my movement and speech severely restricted and a young pussy starting to become slick with the simple expectation of her strong hands on my helpless body. I wanted her to punish me, I needed her firm hands slapping my ass and making me suffer. Sheena now moved forward, and stood very close to me, so close I felt the whisper of her dress on my naked skin. She then roughly grabbed my buttocks and ground her silky thigh between my legs. I whimpered, in pleasure, until she suddenly stopped and gave me a few resounding slaps on my defenseless ass. She now reached with one hand to fondle the chain that hung between us, connecting my almost forgotten nipple-clips. Without warning she pulled them off with a firm gesture, then bowed her head to draw my right nipple into her warm mouth, while she forcefully manipulated the other nipple. Blood rushed into my abused nipple-flesh, causing a prickling storm of pain and throbbing stiffening. With Queen Sheena biting into one and pinching the other, my agony was acute and I tried to give it voice, but only unintelligible mumbles passed my gag. My Mistress was obviously enjoying herself, dividing her attention equally between my ravaged protuberances, pinching, sucking, biting, and even slapping my poor bosom. After the initial pain had subsided, I actually began to enjoy her attentions. She knew what she was doing, and was treating me to a heady mix of pleasure and pain by varying the intensity and quality of her touches. A sharp nail raking a blood-stiff nipple, a warm mouth and a gentle tongue licking, a stinging slap followed by a feathery tickle and a knowing massage of my developing, teenage bosom. This woman knew her way into a young girls heart, and soon I was sobbing with need, pushing my body towards her, moaning incoherently for her to pleeaase continue her ministrations. So naturally she stopped! - Luscious bitch, you! All hot and wet and bothered and just asking to be touched and pleased! Can't have that, slave! You are to be punished, remember! And having an orgasm just by being touched on the tits by me is not a punishment! It's a reward, you lewd little package! SWISSH. I yelped as Queen Sheena started whipping my tits with a small whip, consisting of numerous braided leather thongs. It stung horrendously, but also drew more blood to the skin, and soon my poor tits were red and hurting, the nipples most of all. Stiff as they were, they received a good share of the whipping. I had tears in my eyes and spit dribbled from my ball-gag. Sheena approached me, kissed away the spit and cooled my poor bosom by slowly licking each abused breast in turn. This bought a measure of relief, though they still hurt. - That was good! Such a lovely sight you are - all helpless and naked. With your tits red and such extra stiff nipples! Good nipples on you, girl. I think I'll give them some more attention. She left me for a minute and came back with a strange device, with two hollow, cylindrical plastic cups, some tubing and something looking like a pump. - This is a breast pump, darling. It will make your nipples swell nicely, filled up with blood. I can disconnect the pump and tubing and the cups will remain on your tits, with low pressure inside, and it will feel lust like someone sucking on your stiff, swollen nipples. Ready? What could I do but nod.... Queen Sheena attached the cups to my tits, were they fitted snugly over the aureole and nipple. She then slowly started using the hand-pump and I felt my nipples swell tremendously inside their plastic prison. It was very painful, although the swelling of the sore flesh did cause me considerable discomfort. That was quickly forgotten, though, when Sheena released a valve and the sucking action stopped. My distended nipples retreated but retained their incredible stiffness. Again Sheena pumped, and released the sucking action, and pumped. It was totally wonderful! The massaging action on my nipples made me forget all the previous hurts in a torrent of pleasure that tickled my whole being. I became just two stiff, hot, extended bits of nipple-flesh being sucked at again and again. I whimpered and moaned and sung out the intensity of my ordeal beyond the barrier of my gag, and between my legs wetness seeped and I could smell my own arousal. It stopped. Queen Sheena stopped the pumping action and closed the valves of top of the cups. She then released the tubing. My nipples almost filled the cups, so low a pressure had she created inside them. They were distorted and swollen beyond belief and I loved every moment of it! - Get a grip on yourself, slave! I think you could come just by standing there with those cups sucking on your stiff little nipples! She sat down. - Now come her and lie down over my lap. That spanking is long overdue! With small mincing steps, caused by the spreader-bar fastened to my ankles, I moved to her, and placed myself carefully over her lap. It was far from easy, but I managed to position my bosom on one side of her lap, and rest on my spread feet on the other side. This put my ass on show for Queen Sheena, and with my thighs opened she had a good view of my bared pussy. Her nails drew traces over my buttocks. Then it happened. Smack! Smack! Smack! Relentlessly her right hand delivered hard spanks to my poor, naked bottom. I did my best to rain still and not make any noise, but it was tough. She had much force in her arm, this Arabian Mistress, and she did not spare me. Slap! Slap! Smack! - You deserve this, you naughty girl! Nothing like a good spanking to set a disobedient slave in her right place. You are getting all red now, on your tight little buttocks. All red and warm. Smack! Smack! - And what's this? Juice dripping from that girly little slit, making my thigh wet and sticky! You're certainly a hot slave! With her left hand she now started to caress my breasts. She was careful not to pull the plastic cylinders free from my tits, but she pulled at them, and thus causing my breasts to extend. Then she shook the cylinders, causing my tit to shake and wobble. She paused in her spanking and for a short while used both her hands to thus stimulate my tits, and causing me to moan behind my gag. Queen Sheena now moved her attention to the melting pot between my legs. Her knowing fingers played an extended tap-dance on my outer labia before they excruciatingly slowly caressed my dripping snatch. She did not allow me any relief, she never touched my burning clit, standing stiff to attention, nor did she let her digits penetrate me. She just granted me a pause, a whisper of promised pleasure and fulfillment before she moved on to the next part of her agenda. My pussy ached for relief. My nipples were burning centers of pulsating blood; I was immobilized across the lap of a competent Mistress, who had created a dark and compelling fantasy around us. What more could I desire? What more could I wish for? Relief, Goddammit! A finger or tongue nibbling on my clit, releasing the unbearable pressure before I exploded and left this world as a screaming madwoman! A come. An orgasm. But none was upcoming. My Mistress stopped her fondling, bade me rise, and then swiftly proceeded to secure me in a convenient position by simply passing a rope through an eyelet at the end of the binding sleeve and passing the other end through a metal ring set in the roof. She then hoisted my arms up, by pulling the rope and just before the soles of my feet left the floor, she secured the rope by tying the end to a heavy chair. Swiftly, then, my ankles, still spread by the bar, were secured my more ropes and a final rope fastened my collar to the leg of a table. My sore, red, newly spanked ass was in the air, my head almost touched the floor, and my arms were tightly pulled upwards in their relentless prison. She most certainly had me at her mercy! - Ohh, what a sight you are, slave girl Rita! Such a perfect submissive. Who likes having her naked buttocks spanked. Who likes being all helpless and gagged. Hmm - don't you, honey? She slapped my exposed arse a few times, until I fervently nodded my head in agreement. - Good girl. And having you tits whipped and played with. Hmm? You like that too, huh, Rita? Oh, you're nodding you head I see. Good. And those stiff nipples of yours. Starting to hurt are they? I quickly shook my head in denial, and received a gentle rubbing on my back as reward. - A very good answer, my dear! You learning, aren't you? Now. What shall we teach you next? Oh! I know! I'm sure Carol hasn't been paying enough attention to that sweet bumhole of yours. Well, I'll try and rectify that. Something cool and greasy was dribbled on my bum, and soon my Queens gentle fingers started massaging by arsehole, penetrating beyond the anal sphincter and taking care to smear my nether entrance with the sticky goo. I felt good on my warm, abused buttocks. - Now, slave. I will not violate you severely today; just show you a little bit of what can be done. She dangled what looked like a chain of very large pearls before me. - These are anal beads. I'll use them to fill up your bottom, making you very receptive and sensitized - then we'll see what come up next..! Ohh - and I'll not forget to keep that delicious bum of yours in good shape! To prove her words she grabbed a small leather paddle and proceeded to touch up her work while I tested the ropes. - Mmm, you take very well to the paddle. Such lovely squirming.. and a nice wholesome color you have now! Delightful! The beads now.. Ah, yes, the beads. The anal beads. Taking her time, Queen Sheena pressed every one of them, and there were many, into my ass. She pushed them past my restricting anal sphincter, which had to open wide to accommodate them, and for each bead that passed into my well-greased anal canal, she either paddled my buttocks to a darker shade of red or spent some time caressing and exciting my bumhole. At last she was finished, and I filled to the brim. It was a weird feeling. Every time she spanked my ass and I wriggled or clenched my buttocks, I was reminded of the beads in my bowels. I had never before been so much aware of my ass, nor felt so much sensation in it. Then her clever finger again started dancing on my vulnerable pussy and by pinching my outer labia and lightly spanking my exposed vulva, she once again brought me right to the brink of a tremendous orgasm. She left me then, for a while. I tried to relax in my bonds and get my breath back, with a measure of success. I was sweating, my ass was filled with large anal beads, my buttocks were beaten red and raw, my shoulders were pulled back uncomfortably due to the rope from the binding sleeve to the roof, my mouth was full of red rubber. Yet I managed to find a center of peace within me. A place where I could forget the pain of my predicament and transform it into something totally different: acceptance. I was here, and I could not change that. I was in the hands of Queen Sheena, and I needed to be. I had a deep desire to be under the absolute control of a loving and competent Mistress, and I was not ashamed. I was proud to give what I had within me: obedience and submission. It was a gift, and I was free to give it. Freedom within bondage and loving within the pain. She returned then, Sheena. I saw her high heels and satin shoes, and let my eyes follow her well-shaped, stockinged legs upwards. Her silk stockings ended at her mid-thigh, and above hat she was totally, stark naked. Dusky brown, with high-riding proud breasts and a firm stomach, she was an imposing sight form from my lowly position. - So, my little, horny lesbian slave girl. Are you comfortable? I was unsure as to how to react, but decided to shake my head slightly. - Ahh. No of course you are nor comfortable. Nor are you meant to be... Are you happy, though? This time I was sure! I nodded vigorously. Queen Sheena laughed, and I felt a stupid smile try to get around my ball gag. I was happy! And her laugh thrilled me. She crouched down and lifted my head with a hand on my chin. The she proceeded to lick my face with a long, deliciously tickling tongue. She paid special attention to my earlobes and gently blew air into my sensitive inner ear, something that made me almost cry with longing. - Are you close, dear Rita?, she whispered to me. - Are you my hot little maid? Ready to serve and obey me, and to suffer because I want you to? Are you, Rita? I nodded, as her tongue again tickled my ear. - So suffer a little bit more, Queen Sheena then promised me, as she rose to her feet and moved behind me. Teasing my puffy outer labia, slick with love-juice seeping from my pussy, she suddenly pinched hard and I felt something being clipped painfully onto my swollen nether lip. - Clothespins, slave; can be used for many things! That was what she was doing: carefully placing a row of clothespins on both my outer pussy lips, where they immediately caused a hot, throbbing pain that made my prior excitement disappear completely. I moaned - it took all my discipline not to scream in agony. - So, Rita. What a lovely sight. Your naked pussy all adorned with clothespins, hanging between your thighs.. What happens if I make them dance...? I bit into the rubber ball in my mouth as Queen Sheena diddled with the clothespins attached to my pussylips. Waves of searing pain passed over me, but seemed to lose their edge with time. My poor pussylips must have become numb by the treatment. Meanwhile Sheena proceeded by tying string through holes in the plastic clothespins, and then carefully pull the string tight and tying it to my ankle-cuffs. The result was that my young pussy was totally bared and open for my Mistress, with the tortured outer lips pulled aside. - That is soo erotic! I love having a young girls pussy opening up for me in this manner. It provides for such easy assess and for an unrestricted view of the inner parts of that delicate flower. Mmm, your clitoris is very stiff I see, and you are very wet inside. All this must be making you excited! She slapped my bottom hard a few times, the clothespins jiggled and I was again aware of the pillar of anal beads inside me. Then my devious Queen presented her coup de grace: I felt something hard and stiff at the entrance of my cunt. A dildo! - I'm going to fuck you now, you little slave slut. But to may not come, and to ensure that, I will fix an extra pin right on that little, rock-hard clit of yours. She did just that, carefully attaching the plastic pin, so that it exerted an almost unbearable force on my nubbin. Then she forcefully, without warning pushed a long rubber dong right up in my wide-open hole. She left it there for a long moment, letting me savor the intense feeling of having both my virgin ass and my vagina completely filled. The she began to fuck me in earnest, initially with long, slow strokes, then gradually increasing the speed. Rapidly I lost myself. I became the fuck-toy of my Dominatrix, loosing myself in the rhythm of the dildo penetrating my innermost depths. I felt her occasionally slapping my buttocks, and a few times she reached over and fondled my imprisoned nipples. But I was reduced to being a cunt, clenching my muscles around the intruder, sensing my filled rectum, making ever so tiny moves against the dildo in order not to pull excessively at my spread labia. Queen Sheena was holding on to the clothespin clipped on my clit, in order not to have the dildo pummel it, but suddenly she slowed down the speed of her fucking, spanked my ass with her free hand and then in one drawn out movement, she pulled all the anal beads from my ass. One after the other they passed my sphincter, dilating it to its limit, before it closed again, only to let another past. This series of dilations and contractions of my asshole was intensely sensuous and stimulating. I had never had such sensations back there before, and I was very grateful that this Arabian beauty had shown me what anal stimulation could do. I did not come. I wasn't allowed to, and Mistress Carol had trained me well. But I knew I could possibly have an orgasm in the future simply through having my tight asshole played with by a Mistress. Sheena now removed the rubber dildo, and while she gently massaged my buttocks and vulva, she rapidly removed the clothespins adorning my labia. Blood rushed back into the abused flesh, causing an agony of prickling pain. But also a wonderful relief from the relentless pressure. She soothed me by quiet words and sweet caresses, and finally removed the numbing pin, clipped to my sensitive nubbin. I have no words for what happened next. It was no orgasm in the normal sense. No contractions, nor a sudden explosive release. It began a quaking. A whisper of a shudder, and it grew to be a convulsive shaking of my whole, bound body. A high whine became the only sound I was capable of uttering, and I pressed myself backwards, towards Sheena, who softly, somewhat surprised, but undoubtedly pleased, continued to calm me down. - Well done, Rita. It was breathtaking to watch you, after I removed that final pin from your hard, little clit. Now, before I continue to ravish your young body, I want to take some pleasure from that talented, but willful, tongue of yours. Queen Sheena moved to my head and gently removes the ball gag from my distended mouth. I thanked her appropriately, but she cut me short: - You can thank me with you tongue, slut. I'll get in position here, so you have access to my Queenly ass. That's it. Now, stick that tongue of yours out, and pay homage to your Queen and Mistress by worshipping my asshole. Let the tip of your tongue tickle my anal rim. Yess, girl. Good! She had placed her muscular, dusky ass directly below my face, and now used her hands to spread her cheeks and provide me with better access to the divine hole between them. Still riding on the incredible wave of pleasure and release I had just felt, I tasted the exquisite flavor of her by exploring every wrinkle in the sweet muscle that guarded her anal canal. - Mmmm, yess.. That's nice, isn't it, Rita? To service your Queen by tasting her most secret places? To have my scent and taste totally dominate your senses? Aaahh.. I do so love to have a young girl like you between my butt-cheeks, forced to lick my anus. Stiffen you tongue now, girl, and stick it into my ass. Slowly. You should relish the task. Yess, yess.. that's it you sweet devil... right up my hole.. wriggle it around.. like that.. just like that.. keep it up, slut.. tongue-fuck you Mistress now.. in and out.. ohhh.. yes... Rita.. You are a perfect ass-slave, fucking my hole so nicely.. slobbering in my anal juices.. mmmm.. Let me ride your tongue now.. Keep it still, but stiff.. So! Clenching her anal muscles, my Queen relentlessly rode my aching tongue, which I fought to keep as stiff as possible. I was smothered by her, and her heady aroma, a combination of her increasingly aroused pussy and the earthy smell emanating from her asshole, fed my own excitement. I had, during my time at Miss Hartley's School, become aware of what sensations turned on my hitherto dormant desires, but I not realized, until this moment, what an important role my sense of smell played. The odor coming from this dominating Arabian girl was causing my poor overburdened brain to once again light up with signals of sexual pleasure. My tormented buttocks, pussy and asshole twitched and pulsed with renewed arousal and I lost myself in the task of tongue-fucking the velvety, rhythmically clenching anal tunnel of my Queen. After an indeterminable length of time, Sheena stopped her ride on my tongue, to turn and kiss my mouth forcefully and carefully, sucking my tired tongue into her mouth and rejoicing in the flavor of her own juice. A gentle whisper tickled my ear, and while she gently caressed my hair, Sheena blew her plans for the immediate future into my attentive ears: - I'm going to ravage you now, you naughty thing. I'm going to absolutely violate your darling little bottom hole and make you scream with pleasure and sweet pain as I slap your naked pussy and rosy butt. Would you like that, Rita? Would you like to be butt-fucked while hanging there all innocent and unable to resist? Hmm? Is that what you would like? - Yeees.. Yeess, Please Mistress.. I'd like to feel you in my naughty butt, Mistress.. My.. my it's tingly and warm, Mistress.. waiting for you... Smack! Smack! Smack! Queen Sheena had quickly arisen, and now forcefully spanked my poor butt with her bare hands. - Ask to be butt-fucked, you despicable slut! Beg for me to fill your warm and wet little anus with my dildo! Come on.. - Ouch.. Owww.. please Mistress, please my Queen, I beg of you.. Please butt-fuck me, Queen Sheena, Please fuck me hard in my ass with you dildo.. Oohhh, please, Mistress.. - Ok, then, Sheena laughed, If you want it so much you shall have it... She went to a corner of the room, away from my line of sight and soon returned, to show me the instrument she was going to use on my virgin ass. It was a double dildo, a long thick part separated from a thinner, knobby part by a soft leather pad connected to a harness. Sheena strapped on the contraption after first having slowly inserted the thick part into her cunt. She stood close to me as she did this, and I watched the flesh colored plastic gradually disappear into the moist darkness of her sex. I was glad that part was not to enter my ass. Even though Queen Sheena had achieved a high degree of sensitization of my butt-hole, I was still a novice to being fucked back there, and I felt more comfortable with the thinner, knobbed staff that now protruded from the leather pad, that fitted snugly over the cunt of my Arabian dominatrix. She greased the staff carefully, then stepped up behind me, and her nails slowly raked my abused buttocks, causing me to shy away from her. Not that I had any chance of sparing my ass! I was in tight bondage, my legs spread to the utmost, my butt in the air, my head near the floor, and my arms uncomfortably stretched towards the ceiling by the rope fastened to the binding sleeve keeping them in captivity. Sheena just laughed, pulled me towards her by grabbing my waist, and proceeded to slap my arse with her left hand, while guiding the tip of the dildo towards my twitching sphincter. It slid easily past the muscle, already somewhat relaxed by the thorough treatment she had given it with the anal beads, and soon my virgin bum was being invaded by cold, hard plastic. I felt no pain. Queen Sheena was gentle in her intrusion, and I found I actually welcomed the intriguing feeling of having my tight anal canal filled. The knobs on the shaft provided an additional heady sensation by the rhythmic stretching and relaxation they caused in my sphincter. Pain, however, was soon provided for me, as Sheena, having filled me up completely, bend close over my prostate, bound body and removed the suction cups covering my poor nipples. I had almost forgotten my nipples. The pain caused from the low pressure and the resulting dilation of the flesh within the suction cups, had disappeared and instead the constant stiffening action had added to my general arousal. Now I felt them again however, and almost howled in agony as Sheena roughly fondled and pulled at nipple-flesh that was sore and raw and rock-hard with pulsing blood. Grabbing a handful of tit in either hand, tweaking the nubbins hard, she now began to fuck my ass in earnest. Queen Sheena slammed her pelvis against my vulnerable, exposed ass, driving the shaft of the dildo far up into my stretched bowels, totally filling my violated butt and I heard a low whine, that it took me some time to realize was my own. Relentless pressure built up within me, as her fucking set my bound body into a slow rocking, and I found myself gliding up and down the slippery dong, sensing the passage of the knobs past my expanding and contracting rosebud, relishing the total submission inherent in my present predicament. I managed to ignore the stringent pain caused my Sheena's manipulation and rough kneading of my breasts, and the pressure building in my crimson ass gradually changed as heat was generated and I managed to accommodate the tool of my Mistress within my virgin butt. Sheena then moved her hands downward, increased the speed of her fucking and small slaps started to fall like heavy hail on my red-hot ass cheeks. - Yess.. Ohh it's so good to buttfuck a virgin chick like you.. You have a tight hole, slave.. Ahhh.. Grind that firm butt up against me... meet my thrusts.. that is it, girl.. feel the heat... inside you.. on your bottom cheeks.. hear the slaps.. You're my little horny buttfucked slutslave, Rita.. getting your kicks from having your ass filled by a Mistress.. by being bound tightly and spanked ... Ahh yess.. come on, Rita... now you fuck me... She stopped her thrusting, and I clenched my ass on the shaft and rocked as much as the bondage allowed me, so as to fuck my Queen with the thick end of the dildo, buried to the hilt in her sopping cunt. Sheena still slapped my bum, but I was beyond any pain now, flying high on the rushing waves that forewarned me of an approaching orgasm. - Pleeease, Mistress, I whined, Pleeassse.. I.. I'm so clooose.. Can I commmee, pleaase, Queen Sheena?? - No! Not now! My Mistress ordered, and started to lightly spank my swollen cunt in order to keep me from coming. She pinched my pulsing, swollen pussylips, which were silken and slippery with my dew. She was careful not to touch my clitoris, as even a slight stimulation at this stage would have set me off irreversibly. Beyond pain, I reveled in her touches, and wriggled my spanked, dildo-impaled ass in order to achieve ultimate relief. I was oblivious, all instructions about not having an orgasm before specifically allowed to, completely forgotten. My nerves were screaming in frustration. Sheena's voice, harsh but hoarse with her own arousal, somehow got through to me. - Keep still, Rita! Don't move at all. Yess.. yess.. quiet now.. We can't have you orgasm without permission, can we? - Nooo... But  I... unghhh .. I'm soooo.. I can't.... - Oh, yes you can! Keep you butt still, and concentrate... Get you breath under control. - I..I'll try.. Mistressss... - Don't come, Rita! Your pleasure is under my strict control! You are not allowed to, until I give you permission. Remember your training. You will serve your Mistress and Queen, and that is your only purpose. To serve and to please. No orgasm now, no release until I'm ready to grant you that privilege. She got through to me, and thus saved me from the ignobility of coming without be ordered to, and from failing the initiation. - Thank .. thank you, dear Mistress. Thank you my Queen... I.. - Mmm, I know, dear. Very well done, though. Not many can return from where you had reached. Queen Sheena gently caressed and soothed my sweating backside and gradually I managed to get my breathing under control. - Now, Rita, I'm going to fuck you until I come. I will ride you wildly, and you will experience such sensation in your cute ass, as you have never dreamed of.  And you will be allowed to come... When I'm right at the brink, I'll start slapping your cunt, right on top of your wet slit, and that sweet pain will cause you to come, when I give the word. And the word is 'spend'. Do you understand, slave? - Yes, Mistress. I understand. - Very well. Let us proceed then! What a fucking I was then treated to! Totally at the mercy of this stunning and imaginative teenage Arabian girl. My body was hers to dominate and control, as she had just proven by bringing me down form the edge of an explosive orgasmic release. I was helpless, a lesbian slave girl in tight bondage. Humiliated. Spanked. Violated. Forcibly aroused. And getting extremely turned on by the forbidden and degraded, sensuous pleasure it provided me. I was owned, body and soul, and by giving up my free will, and the control of my own desires and bodily functions, I had achieved emotional and sexual height I never new existed. And I was being led to new places all the time. Right now by a striking teenage girl of overwhelming competence. Who was aggressively deflowering my young bum by relentlessly driving a knobby dildo in and out of my anus with forceful thrusts. She actually withdrew the shaft from my anus every time she was making ready for a forward thrust, thus teasing my tortured rosebud by letting it contract, and then again push the tip of her dildo through it, forcing it to again expand. Once the tip was inside, Sheena would then, none too gently, let it penetrate to its full extent. - Feel me fucking your ass, my darling little lesbian slave. Let go now. Feel my thrusts. Remember my fingers taking possession of your breasts, tweaking the nipples. Remember the slaps I gave your pussy. Yesss.. ohhh.. remember, Rita... I'm inside you, all over you.. You cannot resist... helpless... fucked... fuck fuck.... Mmmmm ... harder.. harder.. faster... I'm fucking your tight hole, deeep... yess, so deep.. right up you bowels... Let me just tweak those stiff nipples of yours again.. Ohh.. yes sooo stiff.. blood-filled. You are beyond pain... pleasure, Rita.. heat.. feel it.. Let go... Ohhh.. let goooo... Relentless her fucking pummeled my ass. She no longer withdrew her shaft at each thrust, she was humping me with increasing abandon, kneading my breasts, pulling at my protruding nipples, tweaking and pinching them, scratching me with her long nails. I was drenched in sweat, lost somewhere on an ocean of aroused agony. Begging without words I rounded my arse and pushed it as far back as possible to meet her violent fucking. The only thing pinning me to the world was that explosive pillar stretching my anal passage. The sudden stinging pain of a strong hand slapping my young pussy, brought me back. Alternatively lightly tapping my nether lips, letting her fingers titillate my dripping snatch, and knowingly spanking the puffy lips of my exposed sex, she was driving me rapidly towards the edge. And she knew it. So in a dark daze I heard her order, as she in the initial throes of her own climax increased the force of her barehanded blows. And then stopped, as she came in violent spasms that were supplanted to the long instrument deep inside me. Tottering on the edge of the chasm, I could not reach satisfaction, even though she had allowed it. Not until Sheena, riding the aftermath of her climax, bent close to me, lightly caressed my engorged nipples and repeated: - Spend, Rita, spend! I spent! My body dissolved in the wave of climatic release that washed over me as her treatment of me was consummated. I shuddered uncontrollably beneath her, and my muscles spasmed around the dildo in my ass, and my clitoris hummed as an explosive prelude to my wet pussy disintegrating in exquisite relief. I sobbed, and laughed and withered in my bonds and soared away into a dark-blue sky, only I could see.

Later, released from my bonds, soothed by exotic ointments, I kneeled happily at the feet of my divine Queen, sharing a pot of minty tea with her, and glowing with the deep satisfaction she had provided for me. - I envy Carol! She should be very proud of you, Rita. You're a natural submissive, and a very beautiful one, too. I shall definitely recommend, that you become a part of our Sorority. I'm sure you will be a strong asset for us! I just smiled at her, and gently kissed my way up her muscular legs, from her instep all the way to the top of her thighs. She stopped me then, as it was time for us to join the others for the final ceremony of the initiation.

8. A female gathering late at night

Sheena blindfolded me, and led me on my leash back to the secret meeting room of the Black Sorority, where I was ordered to stand with my hands on top of my head. From the sounds around me, I gathered that we were among the last to arrive, and soon afterwards the blindfold was removed, and I once again stood before the three Mistresses. There was a distinct flush in their cheeks now, and their clothes were in some disarray, but the stern gazes with which they surveyed us, was the same as before. I risked a brief glance at my fellow candidates for initiation and noticed that Lisa, Sheena's charge, was accompanied by Mistress Carol. I felt a pang of jealousy, because the tall, blond, naked girl looked so satiated. She was standing like me with her hands on top of her head, and Carol was right behind her, looking at her in a proprietary manner. I caught the eye, of my Mistress, though, and she smiled briefly and sent me a wink. Reassured, I again directed my attention towards the dominating women seated before us. - My dear girls. I trust you've had a pleasant time.... Sheena chuckled behind me. - Now, we are all eager to hear about your diverse experiences, and you must now give report of, what has been done to you, and whether you managed to cope with our requirements about now coming before ordered to do so. Let see, who shall begin....? I shuddered as she looked closely at us four slave girls standing before her. I did not relish the thought of retelling the indignities I had been suffering to these formidable authoritarians. Luckily, Miss Hartley chose Eveleen as the one to begin. That would give me some time to collect my wits. Eveleen was ordered to move forward and face the seated panel. Our young Mistresses found chairs for themselves and sat down, expectant, whereas we poor slave girls remained standing. I noticed that Eveleen's small, tight ass was blood red and retained a number of vertical, almost purple marks. - Well, Eveleen, please tell us what Mistress Ruby has doing to test you. Take your time, girl. We'll ask questions as you go along, if we feel some point needs clarification. - Yess, yess Miss Hartley.. Mistresses.. The small, well-formed girl was clearly bothered by the situation, and was looking down at the floor. Miss Langley barked a short order: - Keep your head up, and look at you Mistresses! Get a grip on yourself! This seemed to shake Eveleen out of her stupor, and she gradually got her voice under control as her story unfolded. - Mistress Ruby, took me to her rooms, Ma'am. And then she bound me face down on the bed, so I was spread-eagled, and all helpless. Then she tickled me, and scratched me with her nails, and it made me tingle and become very hot. I was then spanked, Ma'am. Very hard. Barehanded and with a paddle. My bottom was getting red and warm and it also made me wet. - Where did it make you wet, slut! - Between.. between my thighs, Miss Brown. - In your hot, little pussy, you mean? - Yes, Ma'am. My pussy was getting wet. I .. I was getting aroused by the spanking, and Mistress Ruby noticed, so she started spanking my pussy with a small riding crop, but it didn't help... Soft laughter from all the Mistresses. - So in stead she attached some clamps to my.. to the lips down there.. my pussy lips, and it was very painful, but she talked nice to me, and stroked me. It.. I was still very wet, so Mistress Ruby decided to cane me. She released me from the bed, and I had to bend over, and she put weights on the chains on the clamps for my pussy and also for my nipples. I was also made to dance, so they jiggled and pulled and were very hard on me. Then I was tied with my head almost on the floor and Mistress Ruby put a bar between my legs and then she found a bamboo cane and she gave me some very hard beatings with it. - Yes, please turn around so that we can admire the result. Good. Bend down now. Very nice indeed. Did it stop you from being wet, Eveleen? - No, Ma'am. It hurt a lot, but Mistress Ruby put some ointment on it and then I had to suckle her breasts and lick her pussy, until she had an orgasm. Then she tied me up again, on my back this time, and tickled me with a feather and also rubbed me with rabbit fur. I was very wet now, and close to coming, and begging her to let me have an orgasm, but she just continued and pulled the chains, so I was in much pain and then she tickled me again. It went on for a long time.. and .. and at last she told me to come, and I had to put my tongue up in her bum hole and lick and suck and then I could have an orgasm. - Very well, Eveleen. Mistress Ruby, can you confirm that Eveleen did not come before her time? - Yes, Miss Hartley, she spend very profusely, but only when I gave her permission. - Ok. Eveleen, you may kiss my boot and resume your position. You have done well tonight and we are happy to have you with us. Eveleen gratefully kissed the proffered leather boot and hurried to her place. I was next and trembled as I demurely stepped forward. The Mistresses inspected my crimson buttocks and also commented on my glowing bosom, as my sore nipples were still stiff and jutted prominently from my tits. I then recounted, as best I could, my adventures with the dominating teenage Queen of Arabia, and when I came to the incident where Sheena had adorned my pussy-lips with clothespins, opened it up as never before and thoroughly fucked me with a dildo, I also told of the exquisite shudder I had experienced when she had removed the pin from my blood-engorged clit. - Ah! Was it a come then, that you had? Did you spend without permission, due to the kindness of your Mistress, as she removed that clothespin from your naughty and undoubtedly very stiff clitoris? - Nooo, Ma'am. I.. it was.. I don't know what happened, Mistress. I just trembled and shuddered and .. No, I did not come! Truly, I did not! - What do you say, Mistress Sheena? What happened? Sheena stepped forward. - Rita is speaking truth, as far as I also know it, Mistress. It's not something I have experienced before, but it was definitely not a come. There was no spasming of the cuntal muscles, nor any explosive release. I believe Rita to be a slave girl in excellent training, and I think the occurrence was a way for her to provide some relief for her arousal, without having a come. Also, the removal of a clothespin from a girl's clitoris, while a Mistress is penetrating her is a heady experience for the uninitiated. - Indeed, Mistress Sheena. Thank you. You may proceed with your tale, slave Rita. I continued my story, pleased at Sheena's support and praise of my training. It made me feel proud, and also proud of Carol, who with such loving care had introduced me to this intriguing world of delicious dominance. After I finished, I kissed the slick leather of Miss Hartley's boot and returned to my place. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Yes, slut-slave! Feel my tool up your pussy, filling you out. Fucking you. You like it, Lisa! You want this. You need to be taken with force by a Mistress. You are free to enjoy now, my dear! Go with it... meet my thrusts... Lisa moved her lower body as much as possible, in order to meet the rubber tool, and make it all disappear into her moist depths. - Yeeeees.. Please Mistress... I.. I feel so good... Please fuck me.. please fuck your little, naughty pee-slave... Ohhhhh..., inside me... it's sooooo goood... fill me up.. my.. my breasts... Fuck.....! Carol stopped her fucking, unbound the silken scarves that constricted the base of Lisa's ample jugs, but left the nipple clamps in place, though she untied them from the eyelet in the ceiling. She started slapping both tits gently with her bare hands. They were very red now, suffused with Lisa's hot blood, and the nipples were enormous, even though clamped. Carol gave an order, kept still, and let Lisa do the work. Lisa moved wildly now, trying to get thoroughly fucked by Carol's dildo, but was not allowed to come. Instead Carol's carefully slapped the upper part of Lisa's pussy, torturing the poor stiff clitoris and the puffy labia. Then she inserted a knobby, vibrating staff into Lisa's tight anal canal, ordered the younger girl to keep still, and proceeded to violate her ass with the staff. Impaled on two rubber dongs, with profusely crimson tits and with a Mistress paying careful attention to her throbbing center of bliss, Lisa had to beg for release! - Pleeese.. Mistress Carol... I.. I need to.. pleeese can I come, Mistress... - No, not yet! Carol increased the speed of her ass fucking, and removed the nipple clips causing Lisa to gasp when the blood rushed back and made the nipples painfully stiff and pulsating. - Thank you, Mistress.... Can I come now... can your slave please come.... - No! Carol left the staff deep within Lisa's ass, with the vibrator humming, fucked the cunt of her slave girl with fast and deep thrustings, and let her body crush the tits of the young blonde. She roughly kissed Lisa, delving into her mouth and tasting her own piss. Lisa hummed with frenzy beneath her, frantic with lust. She longed so strongly for release, and was in such a state of arousal that just a small extra stimulation would hurtle her over the brink and into an explosive orgasm. Only her dedicated training kept her from letting go. But she begged. Oh, how she begged! And just before it became unbearable, Mistress Carol relented and released the nipple clamps and at the time gave the ravaged lesbian slave permission to come. So she did! Shaking uncontrollably Lisa came. With a vibrating staff up her tight anal passage, a thick dildo fucking her aching pussy. With the taste of her Mistress' pee in her mouth and the painful rush of blood to nipples recently set free from their clamps. She came. Screaming. - Ohhhhh... Thank you, Mistress... yesssss..I'm... fuck... pleasssse... ohhhh.. I'm .. I'm coooming...! The rest was incoherent...

A hard slap to my right cheek brought me back into the real world. Miss Hartley was right in front of me, something not quite anger apparent in her eyes. - Welcome back, slut! Have you been fantasizing while Lisa told her story to us? And have your pussy become wet and slick with juice as you dreamt about being in her place, hmm? Miss Hartley roughly investigated my throbbing vulva and forced me to lick her fingers afterwards. Then I was ordered to bend over, and the Headmistress delivered a hard, but mercifully short spanking to my crimson cheeks. It made her cheeks flush, and it was evident she was in a state of great arousal from hearing all the tales of domination among her pupils. So she removed her short leather skirt and matching panties and sat down in a chair with her legs spread wide and her crotch accessible and ready to be serviced by the slave girls present. - Linda and Rita! Come here and pay homage to your headmistress! We hurried to obey her order. Linda kneeled in front of Miss Hartley and I was told to lie on my back on the floor below the chair and from there lick my headmistress' anus. It wasn't easy! My position was uncomfortable and I had to use my arms to lift my upper body so my face could come in contact with the firm buttocks above. Miss Hartley had placed her ass on the edge of the chair, and her spread legs exposed her pussy to the diligent licking Linda was providing. But it was difficult for me to get access to her darkest hole. After an initial frustrating licking of Miss Hartley's muscular buttocks, I felt slick leather slapping my poor pussy, and was thus motivated to rapidly find my goal, and I was soon thoroughly exploring the anus of our dominating headmistress with my tired tongue. Mistress Carol meanwhile spurred me on with stinging slaps on my exposed cunt, using a small braided whip that soon had me moaning with pain and perverse arousal as I reveled in the musky aroma of the elastic anal canal I was servicing. - Yesss girls.. such talented tongues.. fuck my ass hole, Rita.. let me ride your sweet and limber tongue.. ride your face.. smother you with my bottom. Suck my clit, slave Linda.. savor the flavor, girl... you are privileged to service your headmistress... come on girls... She violently humped my face, wildly riding my sore tongue, which I struggled to keep stiff and ready for her. She massaged it with a strong, velvet grip and above me, Linda was licking and sucking on the stiff, protruding clit of our Mistress. My nose was pressed into the slick wetness of Miss Hartley's dripping snatch and I lost myself in the explosion of scent I was immersed in. Red-hot slaps on my puffy, pulsing nether lips, interchanged with soft explorations of my seeping wetness brought me closer and closer to my own climax, as the adult woman I was ministering to reached hers with a long wail and a vice like clamping of her anal passage, trapping my diligent tongue within its depths. Then I lost control and wailed my release into the smothering flesh above me and my cunt spasmed on the loving hand of Mistress Carol as she caressed my twitching pussy and with the other hand whipped my budding bosom.

Afterwards, with the musky taste of Miss Hartley ass still lingering in my mouth and the heady smell of her arousal in my nostrils, Carol took me back to our rooms, and we slept the dreamless sleep of the eminently satisfied.

I'll never forget that night. I was among women of the same persuasion as myself, and I had been initiated into their secret sisterhood, the Black Sorority. It made me unbelievably happy and grateful, belonging to this select group, and I was already impatient for the next gathering....