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Headmistress' Slut Ch. 02

By: mummys dirty angel



It's now been five days since the headmistress at my daughter's school revealed herself to me as my Mistress. The Mistress that I thought was half the world away and eight hours behind me. Within the last few days she has answered all of my queries on how and why she kept the truth from me. She also said that if I had been in the next town she would have carried on with pretending she was miles away. But as I revealed maybe a tad too much about my surroundings and thoughts she couldn't resist in showing herself when she was ready. She kept her promise with the email contact and now I have her special instruction printed out in front of me. 

I was to go to the school and park my car at the rear of the building, just outside her office. There was nothing unusual with parents parking around the back, as after school meetings with the headmistress were common and she always, for the sake of reputation, told parents to use the parking spaces provided. I was also informed that my daughter would be helping out in the crèche again, which is situated in the furthest block from Miss Pittuck's office. 

With an hour to go before I had to meet her, I took a relaxing bath. I covered my mound in shaving cream and brought the razor to it. The strokes of the razor sent tingles to my pussy. I spread my legs, hanging my left leg obscenely over the side of the bath. Again I applied the cream to my pussy and with care began to remove my trimmed pubes from my engorged lips. As I held the razor my little finger dipped just inside the crevice. It was moist with a velvety slickness. I shuddered with the contact and reminded myself that I wasn't meant to be pleasuring myself. When my pussy was completely smooth I rinsed off the excess cream and pulled the plug, draining the water from the bath.

Stepping out of the bath I grabbed the extra large fluffy towel and wrapped it tightly around my curves. The soft material caught on my erect nipple causing me to gasp as it sent a jolt of electricity through me. My body was tingling from head to toe. I haven't had an orgasm since that day in Miss Pittuck's office and my body was now reeling with excitement as to what would happen in just a short while. 

I opened up my wardrobe and picked out the outfit that I was told to wear. As I took the hanger from the rail I smiled and moaned. I brushed my fingers over the clothing and removed each garment from the hanger. After softly patting myself dry with the towel I applied deodorant and moisturiser. I reached for the crisp white shirt and slid my arms into it. I buttoned it from the bottom and stopped at the fourth one. The top of the shirt was open to my cleavage. I was told that panties and a bra wouldn't be necessary. The bra part surprised me, considering my tits are large and needed some kind of support! 

I stepped into the short grey pleated skirt, which leaves little to the imagination. The hem only just covers my arse and if you see me bend over in it, well, you just might see a little slice of heaven! I opened the drawer and took out a pair of long white socks. I rolled them slowly over my toes, my ankles and teasingly over my calves and over my knees. From under the bed I took my black court shoes with a slight heel and eased my feet into them. And now for the final part of my attire, the school tie. I took the spare one from my daughter's room and loosely tied it, fitting it under the collar and letting it fall on top of the shirt just below my cleavage. 

I looked at myself in the mirror and stroked the "M" that sat proudly from my neck. As I smiled at my reflection I began to ruffle my hair. The movement of the shirt heightened the sensitivity of my nipples. I could feel my pussy moisten. I was so tempted to run my finger over my bare skin but again thought better of it. I grabbed my leather coat that I was permitted to wear over my clothes and made my way to the school, feeling both excited and nervous.

I pulled up right outside the door to Miss Pittuck's office and checked myself over before I got out the car. I knocked three times on the door and waited. I began to look sheepishly around, wondering if I had got the time wrong. In my haste to read her mails and do her bidding it is possible that I miss certain requests the first time around and quite often her mails do need a second and third read. Could I have misread the time, or even the day? I began to feel apprehensive. Should I just turn and leave? Her shadow looming towards the door thwarted my doubts. I breathed a sigh of relief as she opened the door. She gazed at my long leather coat, a silent indication that she was waiting for me to open it up. I untied the soft leather belt and slowly pulled the coat apart, revealing my daring outfit that she requested me to be in. Her eyes then worked their way down my body. Over my tits, stomach, my grey pleated skirt and finally on my long white socks.

"Ms Leoni, don't you look delectable? Get in and take off your coat!" I removed my coat straightaway and stood in front of the leather chair that I had crudely licked the other day. Miss Pittuck stood by her desk. I couldn't help but get a stirring when my eyes fell from her heaving breasts to her black skirt, black nylons and shiny black high heels. "I know what you're thinking you little slut!" She started to walk towards me and my legs began to weaken. "You're thinking are they tights or are they stockings, aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress!" Standing in front of me, she was no longer the headmistress that I have known for seven years. Now she was this goddess that ruled my heart and mind. 

"On your knees and take a look." I dropped to my knees at once. My eyes rested on the hem of her skirt as she slowly lifted it. As it rose higher my breathing slowed and deepened. I inhaled a short breath and with a hint of a whimper the tops of her stockings came into view. The pattern of lace was intricate and looked oh so delicate against her skin. As she raised her skirt a little more I noticed that she wasn't wearing underwear. I looked up at her, her eyes directly on mine. "Pleasure your Mistress!"


I didn't have time to answer. She grabbed my head and pulled me into her musky scent. She spread her legs wider giving me room to fully lick her moistened pussy. I curved my arms around her legs and lovingly stroked the soft material. I traced my fingers from her ankle to her knees and beyond, swirling imaginary lines over her stockings. I gently caressed the lace tops and ran my fingers down the back of her knees, feeling her legs give way slightly. I began to lick wildly on her swollen lips. I sucked them into my mouth and nibbled them causing her to moan. Her protruding clit became my next target. I sucked, licked and tugged at her throbbing spot and she began to fuck my face with vigour. Her thighs tensed around my ears and her pussy convulsed on my mouth. Her panting and gasps reached fever pitch, sending me into my own mini orgasm with a loud whimper. She heard my impromptu moan then forcefully pushed my head back causing me to fall to the floor. 

She lowered her skirt and took a step back. "Have you just got yourself off slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I thought you were a good girl, isn't that what you've been telling me the last few months?" She stood there with her arms folded, looking sternly at me. 

"I couldn't help myself, it just happened!" I pleaded with her even though I knew she wouldn't let this go. 

"You are a very naughty schoolgirl, and you know very well what happens when you disobey me. Stand and position yourself!"

I stood up and positioned myself over the leather chair. My legs spread on each arm and my arms resting on the back. There was no need to flip my skirt up because I felt the cool air hit my bare pussy. I was already exposed to her. I could feel my pussy begin to pulse again. Juices were seeping over my swollen lips and gradually edging to my inner thighs.

I lowered my head and managed to look to the right of me and saw that Mistress had sat at her desk. She was glaring at me. Her stare heating up my skin, making it tingle. I felt her crawling all over me. Minutes had passed and I was still positioned on the chair. My legs began to tremble and I wasn't sure how long I could stay this way. Thirty minutes had passed by and still she sat there, making me wait and making me squirm. Her eyes were still on me, her gaze coursing through me. 

Suddenly she got up, the noise of her chair scraping across the wooden floor. Her heels, stepping in time and in seconds her hand crept onto my bottom then edged between my thighs. I moaned as her fingers met the pool of wetness just inside my pussy. "Mmm, nice and smooth for me, I like that! I'm pleased you remembered that I like my sluts to be smooth!" Her fingers slowly slid inside my pussy. She withdrew them fully and re-entered. Over and over again she did this, working up a rhythm, building me up. I was groaning more with each stroke and my hips were beginning to grind back and forth. "You're impatient aren't you slut?"

"Ohhh, yes Mistress!" 

With that she took her fingers from me causing me to moan in frustration. "You certainly are a naughty schoolgirl. I think a little… punishment is due. Little sluts like you need to be taught a lesson!"

A few seconds went by and I felt a soft slapping on one of my arse cheeks. It wasn't from her hand or the cane. Both of which she had previously threatened me with, if we ever did meet! The slapping got gradually harder and the sound became more of a 'crack' than a slap. It got harder and a sting built up between each one. "You deserve the paddle young lady… and I think your slutty arse likes it!"

She left tingling pauses between each paddle and I gasped with the sting each time. Every time she paddled me I knew a harder one would follow. I began to sob as they really began to hurt. With each paddle I jolted forward, leaning into the back of the chair. Tears streamed down my cheeks, dripping onto the leather. My arse and thighs were sore, they stung and tingled like never before. My heavy breasts were squashed into the cool leather. I pleaded with her to stop but she continued with my punishment. She must have known I was near to breaking point because after the hardest paddle of the lot, she stopped, to my relief.

Again her fingers found my pussy. "Ohh you little slut, you like the paddle don't you?" I nodded my head, affirming the answer. Her palm stroked the length of my pussy. She hooked her finger onto my clit and rubbed it hard and fast.

"Ohhh god… ohhh god…. Ohhhhh god, please Mistress!"

"Please what you little bitch?" 

"I need to…. Ohhhh…. " She quickly took her fingers away. "Argghh goddd" I yelled in frustration.

"You, young lady are not permitted to orgasm until I allow it… do you understand that?"

Breathlessly I replied. "Yes Mistress!"

"Stand for me. Open that shirt, I want to see those lovely breasts!" I eased myself up from the chair. My legs ached and my thighs and arse still stung. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to sit down, it felt so tender. I slowly unbuttoned by shirt, my gaze fully on hers. "Mmm… Now take off the tie!" I slipped the tie from my head and handed it to her. She placed it around my head, covering my eyes. "Now wait!" I stood there, waiting… and waiting. I jolted when I felt something brush across my nipple. I yelped as a crushing pain enveloped it. My knees buckled beneath me as the pain took hold. "Sshh, calm down…" She waited for my breathing to regain some kind of normality and attached something to my other nipple. I gasped again and once more she calmed me. I felt heady. I thought I was falling. I bent forward, breathing deeply. Her hand clasped in my hair and she pulled me up. "You must take it with no reaction… you will learn to do that!" As I replied with a simple nod she removed the tie from my eyes. "Our school tie… cute touch!" She grinned. "I see you can be quite flippant and cheeky, I'm going to have to watch that, aren't I?"

I giggled in a schoolgirl way then looked down to my tits. Placed on the nipples were wooden clothes pegs. I began to button my shirt. "Did I say to do that?"

"No Mistress."

"Well, leave it open. You're my slut, I expect you to look like one!"

"Yes Mistress." 

"Good girl, now straighten yourself up!" She raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly, making her look as sexy as ever. "Oh, and you remember you handed me your red thong?" I nodded. "Well, I may have a surprise for you next time, providing you are a good girl for me. I know how you like panties, Ms Leoni. The dirtier the better, wasn't it?" 

My smile broadened immediately. I knew what she meant and the reaction between my thighs was evident of that. "Yes Mistress, I'll be a good girl!"

"Leave those pegs on until I instruct you to take them off… Now go, you are dismissed!"

"Thank you Mistress!" With that I took my leather coat from the hook and drove home, hoping that she would mail me soon and release me from the dull numbness that had encompassed my nipples.

Headmistress' Slut Ch. 03



I sat shocked, gazing at the latest email from my Mistress. My jaw dropped and my heart nearly stopped as I scanned loosely at her words. Tomorrow. School trip. My home. Don't be late. Oh god, she wants me at her home. A smile crept on my face simultaneously with a throbbing that engulfed my pussy. She's timed this perfectly of course and knows as well as I do that my daughter will be on the school trip to London tomorrow. I hadn't seen my Mistress for two weeks and I now know why she's been keeping out of my view at the school, building my anticipation and making me wait. The emails between us had been scattered over the fortnight, some days I received one or two, then days would pass until she sent another one. 

To keep my mind occupied for the next few hours I planned on taking my daughter to the cinema, followed by dinner at the Pizza House! The rest of the evening would be spent on preparing my daughter for her trip, followed by a long shower to meticulously remove any hair on my pussy. 

And now, after a surprisingly good night's sleep I have woken up with an excitable, fluttering feeling in my stomach. As I fidget under the duvet I can feel a familiar moistness between my thighs. My fingers glide over my tits, forming circles around my nipples. The pale skin tingling as my nails slowly press into my ample mounds. I gasped as my nipples were pinched between my fingers. One hand trailed lower, creeping over my ribs and further down still. A finger dipped into my belly button and gently toyed the perimeter of another one of my erogenous zones. I spread my legs a little more as my fingers edged over my bare mound, heading for my hot, moist pussy. 

Suddenly the bedroom door flew open, startling me. It was my ecstatic daughter, telling me today's the day of the trip. My hands flew out of the duvet as I turned onto my side, inwardly thanking her for stopping me commit a punishable sin. I reluctantly eased myself out of the bed and took another shower, checking that I had removed every strand of hair below. 

Within an hour I was at the school entrance, waving my daughter goodbye as the coach pulled out. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as the coach disappeared over the bridge. I got into my Herald Vitesse and conscientiously drove towards my destination. My nerves began to surface as I neared the quaint village where she lived. Butterflies crept into my stomach and my hands began to shake. Just what has she got planned for me today? 

The journey didn't take as long as I thought. I checked the clock before turning into the long driveway leading to her home. I was roughly ten minutes early and decided to take it easy down the stony drive. Either side of me stood thick conifer trees about eight feet high and looming towards me were large iron gates. "Ohh fuck!" I stopped about six feet in front of them and they slowly opened. I cautiously drove in. The only sounds that were heard were the stones crunching underneath my tyres. I turned to the left and looked in bewilderment at what I saw. "Jesus Christ, a bloody mansion!" 

The engine stopped and I sat there ogling my surroundings. As my eyes lowered from the top of the creeping ivy they fell upon a figure on the large steps between two thick pillars. She was dressed casually in a plum coloured flowing skirt that came to her calves. Her fitted creamy top tightly clung to her perfect breasts and on her feet she wore a pair of low-heeled court shoes, matching the colour of her skirt. Heat welled in the crutch of my jeans and once again my pussy twitched eagerly. I immediately stepped out of my car and stared at her. She was more relaxed than how I usually see her and her face glowed with a warm softness. 

"I know what you're thinking young lady and for once it isn't about stockings!" She chuckled as she said it, more than likely trying to put me at ease. "You're thinking how come I have this wonderful house, aren't you?"

This was new territory now. I was in her domain. How was I meant to react? Do I rush to her and greet her in my arms? Do I stand here and wait until instructed? I did the latter and stayed frozen on the spot beside my car. I stumbled on my words. "It's, it's a beautiful house… Mistress."

"Thank you Ms Leoni. It's been in my family for generations and what a lovely car you own!" She stepped forward and descended slowly down the large steps. "I owned one in the seventies, lovely little car." She walked towards me and turned to walk around my car, the sound of her footsteps on the stony ground echoed around us. "Mine was a deep red colour with a white stripe. It was my pride and joy at the time, but this is beautiful!" She ran her manicured fingers over the paintwork. "Such good condition for her age!"

I giggled at her words, thinking of something completely different than my car. As usual, words escaped me before I could stop them. "Well what can I say, I like things a little mature!" The echo of her footsteps stopped as soon as my sentence finished. 

"Come here Ms Leoni!" Her facial features took on a more severe look as if she was back at the school. I swallowed hard and went to her. I immediately clasped my hands behind my back and looked deeply into her eyes. "Don't be flippant young lady, I won't tolerate your cheekiness." She paused, as if she was waiting for a response from me. My mouth opened, ready to apologise but she continued with her words as her face relaxed and a soft smile appeared. "Although Ms Leoni, as I've told you before, it is a quality of yours that I have come to like, very much!" I exhaled a sigh of relief. "Follow me!" As I walked behind her I stroked the 'M' at the top of my cleavage. 

I followed Mistress into her house and stood in the lavishly decorated reception area. A staircase sat in front of me, a centre of attention as it ascended to a balcony that overlooked the polished wooden flooring that I was standing on. It was truly magnificent. I had never in my life seen such a setting. 

"Now unbutton that shirt. Let me see my 'em' sitting proudly on your cleavage." Her eyes widened as the "M" came into view. "I do love that there. Do you ever take that off Ms Leoni?" A questioning eyebrow rose.

"No, never Mistress. You are with me all the time."

"Good, does anyone ever ask you why you have an 'em' around your neck?"

"A couple of people have asked Mistress." 

"And what did you tell them?"

"I told them that it was a gift from my daughter. To others it means Mum. That's what my daughter thinks too."

"Ohh, now that I like, but we both know what it really means, don't we Ms Leoni?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I never asked you in our correspondence, but how did you get your daughter to get you that gift?"

"Well it was a couple of days after you requested that I wear a large silver 'em' around my neck. We were out shopping and I saw it in the jeweller's window. I said to my daughter I liked it and she said, 'em' for mum and without a thought I agreed. She also pointed out her initial, which was smaller in size, so I bought them and implied to her we had given each other a special gift." 

"Very good, young lady!" A pleasing smile swept across her face. She walked towards me and ran her finger over the 'M'. I inhaled deeply at her touch. Her lips brushed my ear and she whispered. "Strip… I want you naked!" I nodded and began to slide my shirt off my arms. I dropped it to the floor. She stepped back to watch as my fingers tugged at the zip of my jeans. I leant down and slipped my low-heeled boots off. My tits gently swayed as I edged the boots off my toes. The "M" swung to and fro, occasionally tapping at my tits and edging itself into my cleavage. I fumbled with my jeans, fighting with each leg to remove them. Finally I straightened up and was now standing before her, naked. The "M" now still, as it sat where it belonged. I looked at my clothes piled in a heap beside me. "Pick them up and follow me!"

I followed closely behind her, occasionally looking around at the illuminated art that lined the walls. Framed prints of sunsets, snow capped mountains and a large beautiful picture of the Aurora Borealis and beneath the colourful sky a lone wolf stood.

We were now walking along a corridor with a few doors on either side. She opened the door on the left and she ushered me inside. The bed was centre of attention. Luxuriously made from wood. The headboard and the foot of the bed were carved pristinely. On the bed laid a burgundy blanket. The walls were a creamy colour and adorning them were framed pictures. "It's lovely Mistress."

"Take your position Ms Leoni!"

Without hesitation I moved toward the end of the bed and spread my legs. The cool wood pressed into my belly as I bent over it. My arms were stretched forward and my tits were squashed onto the blanket. My thighs were sticky from the anticipation that had built up from yesterday and this morning. I was desperate. I felt her fingers glide up the back of my thighs. They travelled higher, over my left buttock then to the right and then descended back down the other thigh. I twitched nervously as her fingertips swept over me with a feather light touch. Her fingers were now reaching up my clammy inner thighs. 

I heard her chuckle. "My, my, someone's got themselves a little too excited today haven't they?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I do have a treat for you, do you remember what it is?"

"Panties Mistress!" 

As soon as the words left my mouth I felt material stroking my swollen pussy. She pushed it in slightly and continued to stroke me. It wasn't long before the material turned into a sodden rag, soaked in my juices. I moaned louder and louder as her relentless fingers rubbed the material eagerly on my pussy. My legs weakened and I could feel my knees giving way. A tidal wave of numbness rose to my pussy. "Oh god, oh god," breathlessly indicating that I was close. "Please… Mistress, oh god!" In between my heightening moans I could hear the squelching between my thighs.

Within seconds her fingers had left me, leaving me groaning in disappointment. "You don't get off that easily young lady. Now stand!"

I laced my trembling hands behind my back as I stood before her. She raised her hand and hanging from her fingers was my thong that she had taken from me over two weeks ago. She hung it in front of my nose. I could smell my arousal, my juices shiny and abundant. 

"Tell me what I called you in our correspondence?"

My face flushed in humiliation. I lowered my eyes. It was so easy typing what I was, but now, being ordered to say it out aloud only brought me further into this degradation that I had come to thrive upon. 

"SAY IT!" She commanded.

I lifted my gaze to meet hers. "Your dirty panty slut Mistress!" My face reddened more. I felt so ashamed to admit what I was but there was no denying it. I was her panty slut. I craved her panties every time she mailed me, telling me what colour and style she was wearing. I wanted them. So many nights I was granted permission to masturbate thinking of her panties.

"I love it that you are my DIRTY PANTY SLUT… Now open!" She directed my thong towards my mouth and I eagerly took it between my lips. I moaned as the damp material hit my tongue, the scent and taste of my arousal intoxicating me. She fingered the material into my mouth and rubbed it across my teeth and tongue. I frantically licked the material at every chance. Muffled moans encompassed her probing fingers. I closed my eyes, losing myself in what I had become. She began withdrawing her fingers and I sucked harder on them not wanting them to leave my mouth. My face burned with shame as she looked at me intently. "That was just the start Ms Leoni." 

She bunched my sodden thong in her hand and turned away from me, heading for the dresser. She placed my thong on the top and pulled out the bottom drawer then gently eased out four long silk scarves, all in the colour black. I swallowed hard and began to feel uneasy and a little scared. Walking towards me, she elegantly twisted the strands of black silk through her fingers. She brushed the soft material across my tits and over my shoulders. I had never felt something so soft pass over my skin. Goose bumps appeared over my body as the edges of the scarves danced down my back, over my buttocks and breezed over my thighs. I moaned lightly as the strips whispered up my inner thigh and traced over my prominent mound. She loosely wrapped one around my neck and pulled on it gently as it surrounded my throat. She tucked the end in at the nape of my neck and gently pulled on the other end. Using it like a leash she directed me to the bed and instructed me to lie on my back. 

I crawled onto the bed and positioned myself in the centre, voluntarily stretching my arms to each side of the wooden headboard. Mistress slipped her finger between the scarf and my neck and slowly peeled it away from me. She took a scarf and wrapped it around my wrist a couple of times and tied it around the wooden knob that jutted upwards from the headboard. She slowly walked to the other side of the bed and repeated the same action to my other wrist and again tied the scarf around a wooden knob on the headboard.

She smiled at me and moaned softly. Her finger traced along the inside of my arm, it followed the inline curve of my armpit causing me to fidget in my bonds. Her nail scraped along the outside of my breast and dug into my side and over my hip. She walked to the end of the bed, her finger descending lower, over my outer thigh, my knee and finishing at my ankle. She twisted the third black silk scarf around it and attached it to the foot of the bed and repeated the action on my other ankle. 

No words were spoken at all. Just quiet moans and whimpers from her and myself. She returned to the dresser and retrieved the thong. She walked towards me holding it by the top as if you were about to put it on. "Lift your head Ms Leoni!" I lifted my head and she turned my thong upside down and slipped it over my head. The damp crutch fitted between my eyes and sat snugly on my nose and mouth. My past arousal began to seep into my senses and my pussy now throbbed. "Do you like your panty mask my little slut?"

Hesitantly I replied. "Yes…Mistress!" In all honesty I loved it. I loved the position I was in. Bound in black silk with my red panty mask on my head, filling me with desire.

Mistress began to walk away from me. "I'll be back a little later!" And with that she left me alone in the bedroom. I laid there not moving an inch, trying to hear sounds from around her expanse house. I heard nothing except for the pounding of my heart. The pulse in my neck felt like it was jumping under my skin and the throbbing of my pussy was beginning to worsen. I tried to clench my thighs, buttocks and pussy, hoping to alleviate my obvious arousal, all to no avail. The scent of my panty mask was now all that consumed me. I could taste myself each time I swallowed and every now and then I shivered in delight as my tongue edged out and lightly licked the crutch. 

I desperately wanted or rather needed some release and the need for her panties was now beginning to take prime position in my mind. Details of her panties were now drifting through my thoughts. Each pair I have masturbated over, from her pastel coloured hi cut panties to her black lace ones and the very sexy sheer white panties that she says are terribly revealing when worn. I closed my eyes trying to block the dirty flashbacks coming to the surface. My breathing quickened and my pussy moistened more. I could feel a trail of wetness slowly oozing towards my arse. Moans escaped me as I played out in my mind what I was doing with her panties. My hips were involuntarily rising and falling.

The slam of the bedroom door caused me to gasp and my eyes widened. Oh shit, I thought as I saw her standing just inside the door. She was wearing nothing but her sheer white panties. My eyes lowered from her breasts, so perfect and round to the slight outward curve of her belly. She wasn't lying when she said the panties were revealing. I could see the beginning of her slit and the shape of her protruding lips. I began to fidget, wanting to be free to kneel at her feet, looking up at those panties that fitted her pussy so snugly. She walked towards me and stood at the side of the bed. From the sound of her steps I realised that she was also wearing her heels. Again my eyes lowered to her panties. I could see them more clearly and in the thin valley between her swollen lips sat a dark moistened line. She cleared her throat and I looked up to meet her gaze. 

"What is it you want my dirty panty slut?" She moved closer to me, her pussy level with my eyes. Oh god, her arousal wafted towards me as she leant over and eased my panty mask off me.

"Your panties Mistress." I whispered.

"Louder… tell me what you want?" I was so ashamed to admit what I wanted. This was so humiliating, but my body betrayed me further as she slid her finger through my soaked pussy lips. "I know what you want Ms Leoni, but I want you to tell me clearly." 

My face flushed and I whimpered as her finger circled my clit. "Ohh I want…"

"YES." She said sternly.

I hesitated and then wailed as she pinched my clit between her fingers. "ARGHH GOD, MISTRESS…"

"TELL ME!"

Between the short gasps I managed to stutter out the words. "I want… I want, your… panties!"

Her fingers began to stroke over my clit once again. I jumped at the contact. I was ready to explode. I moaned as her fingers slid to either side of my throbbing bulbous spot. They circled it, clockwise and anti clockwise. "And why do you want them?"

"Oh Mistress… I'm so close… please!" She raised a questioning eyebrow and I knew I had to tell her again. I was beaten completely, reduced to nothing. "Because… I'm your dirty panty slut!"

"Good girl!" 

I calmed a little thinking that I was now going to get my release. She tapped her fingers on my clit. TAP. TAP. Oh god, I can't hold on. TAP. TAP. TAP. "Mistress, please… I want to lick your panties." I pleaded for her panties. She stood there and smiled at me, watching me writhe on the bed whilst her fingers tapped on my clit. "I want to… oh god… I want to suck your panties…"

As soon as I had said the words her fingers left my clit and she climbed on top of the bed. Her rounded bottom sat about seven inches from my mouth and her back faced the wall. Her black high heels were either side of my head. Just the sight of them at close range sent shivers through me. My mouth watered as I stared at the crutch of her close fitting panties. So white, but so sheer, virtually transparent, showing her thick lips either side of her damp slit. She lowered herself and I felt the material brush over my mouth. 

"Lick my panties you dirty slut!" At once my tongue speared at her pussy, licking her slit from back to front, tasting the seeping juices as they soaked through her sexy panties. I heard her moan as I took her covered lips between my teeth and nibbled at them. She began to rock back and forth as I began to suck at them. I groaned into her pussy as my wild tongue and mouth devoured her panties and pussy. "Yes my slut, eat my panties!"

I buried my face into her panties and slipped my tongue under the silky edge and flicked her clit in a wild frenzy. I groaned and gasped as her hand slapped my pussy. It hit my clit directly. Another stinging slap and I cried into her. "Mistress, please, I will cum!"

"Not before me, you greedy little bitch!" I opened my mouth and between my teeth I pulled the edge of her drenched panties to the side. I ravished her swollen pussy, her juices covering me. My nose rubbed against her puckered hole, the earthy smell only heightening my determination to please her, to satisfy her, to make her cum hard on my mouth. "Ahhh Godd you slut, yes… ohhh… ahhh… AAAHHH" She jerked back and forth on my mouth, spewing her juices into it. Her pussy convulsed as she rode my face. 




Headmistress' Slut Ch. 03



Her erotic cries released a begging from my wanton mouth. "Mistress… Slap my pussy… SLAP IT…"

At once I felt her stinging slaps. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. That was all it took. I wailed into her pussy and jerked my hips up rigidly. My body tensed then shook uncontrollably as my murmurs of pleasurable release were lost between her pink swollen lips. 

She sat above me until I recovered then climbed over me and began to untie me from the bed. "Stretch your arms and legs out." I did as she said, relieving the slight ache in my limbs. "I want you on the floor, kneeling!" I got off the bed and immediately knelt on the polished wooden floor. Mistress came to me and spread her legs, her pussy just above my mouth again. "I know what you fantasise about you little slut. Suck my panties!"

I began to suck the panties, pulling them away from her moist pussy "Oh yes, my good girl… suck them, lick them…" I bit into them, catching her enlarged lips, causing her to yelp and moan. I lovingly kissed them and lavishly devoured them once again. Suddenly her hand was in my hair pulling me further into her hot, steaming pussy. "Show me how much of a dirty panty slut you are!" Within seconds a warm, tangy flavoured coating covered my mouth. I paused for a split second, slightly pulling away, trying to comprehend that she was peeing on me.

She clenched her hand in my hair again and my resistance wilted. The flow of her amber essence continued to run over me as I began to enthusiastically lap at her golden panties. I drank some of her pee as I sucked hard on the soaked material. The scent engulfed my nostrils and the velvety coating washed over my face and shoulders. Her pee was dripping through the now transparent golden crutch of her panties and it oozed out the sides, trailing down her great legs. After a few seconds it slowed to a trickle and I licked it from her stained thighs until she pushed my head away. I breathlessly fell to the floor. My skin was sticky and the stench of pee hung heavily in the air. 

She looked down on me, staring at me with a look of both disgust and raw passion. "I think you better get on all fours Ms Leoni!" I did at once. Mistress stepped forward and stood in the small puddles of pee. "Lower your head and lick it all up. Be a disgusting pee slut for me!" I lapped the pee from the floor, swallowing the amber liquid. My tongue traced the outline of her shoe, scooping up the remaining droplets of pee. It edged around the heel, caressing the shape and height of it. I loved worshipping her sexy high heels and after a few minutes I felt her hands in my hair and she pulled me up, leaving me groaning in disappointment. 

She turned to the side and sat on the bed. "Take my heels off and give them to me!" I eased them off her feet and noticed drops of pee inside them that had crept down her shapely legs and into each shoe. I gave them to her. "Kneel." I knelt before her. "Open!" I opened my mouth and she tilted her shoe. The pee dripped into my mouth. She repeated this highly erotic but disgusting act with her other shoe. "What do you say?" She said, smiling. 

"Thank you Mistress." Her hand brushed my straggly wet hair from my face and her lips softly kissed my cheek. 

"Good girl. Go and take a shower, it's just across the hall. When you come back in here you can get dressed. You will have to leave soon." I had no idea what the time was but I looked towards the window and the light outside was beginning to fade.  

I took a quick shower and made my way back to the bedroom and hurriedly dried and dressed. The light outside was rapidly diminishing. I trotted down the white staircase and saw Mistress coming through the door on my left. She was dressed in the casual clothes she had on when I arrived. "I have something for you." She raised her hand and held out her not-so-white pee stained panties. "Your panty mask for tonight Ms Leoni!" My pussy twitched and my knees weakened as I took it from her and held it to my nose, inhaling the powerful scent. "Be sure you wear it!"

"Yes Mistress, I will!" My head lowered. "Thank you Mistress."

"I shall call for you again Ms Leoni. Now you better go. The coach is expected at the school in thirty minutes!" Her palms graced my cheeks and she lifted my face. Her lips crushed onto mine, parting them with her tongue. I moaned as she slightly pulled away. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth and sunk her teeth into it. Her eyes were fixated on mine as I gasped at the sudden pain. She smiled as her fingertip traced across my tender lip. "Don't forget the panty mask!" 

I clenched my hand around her panties and smiled at her. "I won't forget." I turned to the door and made my way down the steps, smiling to myself that I was officially her dirty panty slut.



Headmistress' Slut Ch. 04



A clap of thunder startled me, annoyingly breaking my interest in a conversation coming from the table a few feet away from me. I was listening intently at the two women while Marie, my Mistress, was in the bathroom. I sat there, torn between rushing to her and blurting out what I'd heard or staying in my seat to hear the rest. I began to fidget, feeling a slow heat beginning to build between my thighs.

Both women were dark haired and in their late thirties, possibly early forties, either way, they were older than me and younger than my Mistress. The one next to me had her long hair tied in a neat ponytail. She was dressed casually in jeans and a thin pale blue blouse. Her black bra could be seen through it, encasing her ample breasts. They looked simply delicious. I stole a few glances, pretending to watch the rain cascade onto the street outside.

The woman sitting opposite her was dressed in a silk mint green blouse with small delicate flowers running alongside the buttons. Her long hair was mostly straight, but at the sides it had a definite wave running through it. It curled over her shoulders and rested on her breasts. Covering her legs was a long stonewashed denim skirt that sat a few inches above her ankles. Her heeled black boots crept underneath it. For a few seconds my eyes remained on her boots, wondering how far up they went; to her shins, maybe, to her knees, hopefully, to her thighs, heavenly! 

"It didn't take you long to find someone else's heels to drool over did it?" Marie's voice broke my thoughts as she returned to the table and sat down with a smile on her face.

"I wasn't looking… much!" I said innocently.

"Yeah yeah… I know what you like, remember. Heels, stockings… panties!" Her teasing look as she said it told me that even though today was a 'free' day I was still hers to play with. 

I looked up and saw both women staring at me. I smiled and lowered my head, attempting to hide my blushes. After a few seconds I looked towards Marie, dying to tell her what I'd overheard from the table next to me. The two women began chatting again, but this time they whispered their words and I was unable to hear anything. Every now and then they giggled and I couldn't resist looking over at them. 

"What's so fascinating about them?" Marie queried. 

I leant in, my face just inches from hers. "They are talking about Literotica!"

Marie chuckled. "We're not the only ones to read sexy stories you know." There was a slight pause as she sipped on her tea. "What were they saying?"

"They noticed my necklace and started talking about a story they had read about a headmistress and her slut." I softly spoke whilst tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ear.

"Ohh, this could be interesting!" She gave me a mischievous look. "What shall we do?"

"We do nothing Marie. You said it would be nice to go out as friends and nothing more, despite you wanting me to dress this way." I nervously picked at my fingernails. "You said we weren't playing today. And besides, we're out… "

"That really doesn't make any difference and if you think it did then you still have a lot to learn." She grinned and shrugged, ignoring the slight concern in my apprehensive tone. 

I knew trouble was brewing as soon as that familiar twinkle in her eyes flashed my way. The corners of her mouth lifted and a wicked smile crept on her face. Marie picked up her cup of tea and held it a few inches from her mouth. She cleared her throat and looked directly at me. "Well, you are the headmistress' slut aren't you?" Her raised voice quietened the two women on the next table, halting their whispers and giggles. My face flushed with embarrassment. What the hell was she doing? Marie took a sip of her tea and lowered the china cup to the table. "Well young lady, are you going to answer your Mistress?" 

God, I couldn't believe she was doing this here. I took three deep breaths and raced the words out of my mouth. "Yes I'm your slut Mistress." I lifted my eyes towards the two women and the one with the heeled boots on raised her eyebrows and smiled. 

Marie took my hand in hers. "See, wasn't so hard to admit was it?" My face burned with shame. I shook my head and withdrew my hand from under hers. I sat there looking down at my lap knowing that the two women and my Mistress were staring at me. 

There was a deathly silence for a minute or so until it was broken by one of the women. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but is her name Ms Leoni?" I looked up to see the woman with the boots on looking at Marie. The other woman looked a little shocked at what she had heard and remained quiet, looking on curiously. 

"Yes it is… and you are?" Marie confidently questioned. The booted brunette offered her hand to Marie and announced that her name was Nicole. "Pleasure to meet you Nicole. What else would you like to know about my… Ms Leoni?"

"I would like to know what Ms Leoni was thinking when she was looking at my boots." Nicole said, inquisitively.

"I'm sure my slut would love to tell you. I'm intrigued as to what she was thinking too." God I can't believe she caught me eyeing her boots up. I kept my head down, fearful that this humiliation was far from over. The other woman to the left of me fidgeted in her seat and still sat in silence. "Well young lady."

I hesitantly looked up and stared at Marie, then glanced at Nicole. "I like the heel on them and…" My face grew red again, I just wanted the earth to open up and swallow me. I looked over at Marie and she devilishly smiled. Another deep breath and I blurted the rest out, "and, I wondered how far up your legs they went."

As soon as my sentence had finished, Nicole slowly raised her long skirt to just above her knee. I looked at the black leather boots and involuntarily licked my lips. Marie looked at me. She knew what I wanted, but god, not here, please, not here. Nicole twisted her foot, showing me the high heel of her boot. My eyes widened, gazing attentively at them. 

Marie spoke, breaking my focus and thoughts. "Hungry, my little angel?" She shifted her chair next to Nicole and closed me in. On a cool and rainy late summers day, I was at boiling point. The air around me had become heavy and suffocating. As I sat at the table I could feel a warm band of sweat sweeping over me and between my thighs a clammy dampness was clearly evident. Nicole crossed her legs and her heeled boot came closer to me. I glanced around the café at a few people enjoying their coffee. They were totally oblivious as to what was happening in this corner. "On the floor Ms Leoni!" Marie quietly ordered. 

I eased myself from my chair and onto my knees, lowering my palms to the floor. On all fours I crawled forward a little and began to lick Nicole's boot. My tongue swept across the toe, lapping at the leather. From just behind me I heard an "oh my" coming from the other woman. I licked and kissed the leather boot, reaching higher to the top as it graced her skin just below her knee. I craned my neck to reach around the back of the black boot and snaked my tongue back down to the heel. Marie broke the silence. "I knew she was hungry for them." Marie bunched a handful of my hair in her grasp and tilted my head to face her. "You can stop now, my little heel-slut!" I lifted my hands from the floor and knelt before my Mistress and Nicole. The other woman still sat behind me, appearing a little shocked and mesmerised at what she was seeing. 

My pleated grey skirt that Marie told me to wear sat high on my thighs and the crisp tight white blouse was lewdly unbuttoned to my cleavage. My large bust heaved to be free at 'normal' times, but now, here in this café, it was too constricting in a blouse that was a size too small. My breaths were deep making my breasts rise and fall. This whole scene was far too embarrassing and my face continued to flush. To top it all, as I knelt on the hard floor my juices began to seep out of me and slowly they trailed down my thighs. I fidgeted slightly, gently rocking my hips back and forth, much to the delight of my Mistress. 

"Now Nicole, watch my shoe. Come here slut." On my knees I shuffled towards her. I knew what she was going to do and god, I didn't have an ounce of resistance in me to protest. "Lift your skirt and show Nicole and her friend what a naughty girl you are." I lowered my head in shame. The indignity of it all overcame me and my eyes welled up. A tear spilled over and Nicole's friend murmured, albeit curiously, that this was enough. The woman stood up and suggested to Nicole that they leave. Marie put her hand on Nicole's thigh and squeezed it. "I think you'll want to stay for this…" She met the gaze of the other woman. "Sit down… I can assure you this is all for show." Nicole motioned for her friend to be seated. Reluctantly the woman did. "Now watch ladies!"

My eyes lowered to the floor, humiliation burning right through me. I took the hem of my skirt and lifted it slowly. I reached the top of my thighs and hesitated. "Carry on my little slut." Swallowing hard I edged it further up, over my thighs and hips. A simultaneous gasp came from the two women when they noticed that I wasn't wearing any panties. "You see how naughty she is, going out in public without panties on!"

Nicole grinned, "very, very naughty."

"Keep that skirt lifted high above your hips." Marie pointed at my shaped mound of dark hair. "I did that yesterday. Matches the necklace don't you think?" She chuckled, sending me deeper into humiliation. 

"Ohh wow, it looks wonderful. You've branded her. Look, look…." She said pointing at her friend. Her friend stood up and looked around me. I thought she might have found it a little too much considering she hadn't been an active participant in this charade, but to my horror she giggled and told Nicole that she liked it. I glared at her and knew that my only ally had now succumbed to my degradation. She pulled her chair up alongside Nicole and all three women looked at me, eyeing me up like prey. The twinkling eyes and the evil, wicked smile of my Mistress told me that she was revelling in her stature over me. 

My eyes glanced around the café once more and this time it was empty with customers. I returned to my Mistress for a split second before reverting my eyes to a waitress now walking towards us. I smiled, knowing that this game was over and relief began to wash over me. Surely she would see what was going on and tell us to leave, wouldn't she? I watched her intently, but before she reached us, Marie had turned around to her and asked if we could have a few minutes privacy, especially as we were the only ones left. The waitress nodded with a smile and turned on her heels and headed for the counter on the opposite side of the café. 

I was mortified as Marie threw me one of her looks. Capturing her stare I shook my head and silently pleaded with her to stop this. She ignored me and told Nicole and her friend to watch. It felt like slow motion as her shoe came towards me. The pointed toe skimmed over my knee and tantalisingly crept up my inner thigh. At first, the tip tickled over the dark haired 'M' then lowered and slipped through my swollen lips. I gasped and shuddered at her touch. The point flicked over my clit and I bucked hard at the feeling that shot through me. Marie pulled her foot away and faced the glistening shoe at the two women. 

Nicole, obviously the bolder woman of the two brushed her finger across Marie's shoe, scooping up my creamy juice. Marie smiled at her, silently begging the woman to taste it. Nicole rubbed my essence across her fingers, spreading it with her thumb. She looked up at Marie, "may I?" My Mistress nodded, thinking that Nicole would in fact lick the juices herself. Instead she turned to her friend and requested she open her mouth. The quiet woman opened without hesitation and Nicole pushed her fingers into her friend's mouth. She pursed her lips around them and sucked them in and out. She then opened her mouth and snaked her long tongue in between Nicole's fingers, moaning all the while. She fixated her eyes on mine and with a final groan Nicole withdrew them. The woman winked at me and grinned. 

Questions rattled through me. Was this luck that we had met another Mistress and sub? Or had Marie planned this? She couldn't have, could she? The look on Marie's face as she watched the impromptu show indicated that this was pure luck that these two women had seated themselves next to our table. While watching the scene before me I had lowered my skirt and was firmly told to lift it back up. Marie had captured the limelight once more with her voice and without hesitation I immediately lifted it above my hips. 

I composed myself, ready for the next step of this humiliation. My face seemed permanently flushed and the mortification burned through every layer of skin. This time, with no touches to my thighs, she went straight for my pussy. I groaned loudly and she pressed the top of her foot onto it. The point of her shoe occasionally burrowed into my hole. I bucked and whimpered as her shoe continued to rub along my inflamed pouty wet lips. 

My hips rocked and with each movement my breasts fought to keep inside my blouse. It was becoming tighter and more restrictive by the second. The two women looked in wonderment at me. Their faces now flushed and Nicole's hand rubbed the crutch of her friend's jeans. Marie's foot stroked harder causing me to pant. "Does that feel good?" All I could do was mumble incoherent words at her. I held the skirt up with one hand and with the other I clawed away at my blouse. I groped my breasts, kneading them, flattening them against my chest. My moans were getting louder. The point of her shoe constantly moved back and forth over my clit. I began to bounce up, losing control. I didn't care that I had a captive audience, I didn't care that humiliation had got to me this way. I wanted to cum, needed too. 

Nicole had her hand in her blouse, appearing to roll her nipple between her fingers. Her other hand still circled over her friend's covered crutch. Her hips were rocking on the chair and her eyes were glazed over in a trance like state, staring at me as I writhed on my knees. My skin was damp with sweat and the tightness of my blouse against my moist flesh caused the fabric to become virtually transparent in places. My black bra showed obscenely through. Both my hands were now groping my heaving breasts. Faster she diddled my clit with the point of her shoe. A string of "oh god's" left my ever groaning mouth. I looked at her, begging and pleading to her, "please Mistress…" 

She kept up the incessant flicking on my clit and sternly said, "NO." 

Tears formed in my eyes and spilled over, running down my burning cheeks. I kneaded my breasts and rocked hard on her foot. In between my wails I heard the woman moaning loudly. Her hands gripped onto the side of her chair and Nicole sped up her fingers. "Ohh, ohhh, Arghh…" The woman came, throwing her head back and wildly moaning. 

I was desperate now, hearing and seeing her cum made me want it even more. "Please Mistress…" I rocked violently back and forth and my back arched sporadically. "Oh god Mistress… I have to… please!" Still she sat there flicking the tip of her shoe over my pulsating clit. I pinched my breasts roughly, tugged on them and twisted them. I thrust my hips higher, pressing my pussy onto her shoe. Her foot now tapped my clit rhythmically, replacing the flicking. Squishy tapping noises all in rhythm to my thrusts coincided with my heightening cries of wild uncontrollable screams. 

I tugged at my blouse and skirt, wanting to be free and unrestricted. I bent backwards, pushing my pussy upwards and forward. The flat of her shoe tapped harder onto me, almost like a spank, one after the other after another. "Please… please…" I was shaking and out of control. My eyelids fluttered open and shut and in a lustful haze I saw my Mistress standing above me, her shoe now rubbing deep continuous circles on my pussy. Her three-inch heel occasionally dipped into my pussy, causing me to gasp and squeal. 

I again began to tug on my blouse. "May I cum, please… I beg you… please!" She smiled and nodded her head and that was it. I screamed and growled. Fire burned through my pussy, it rose higher and higher, deeper and deeper. My hands grasped my blouse and gripped onto the lace of my bra and with an almighty jerk I ripped them off me. Buttons flew and the torn lace cups freed my huge breasts. I groped and abused them as my orgasm rode through me like never before. Tears flowed as the raw passion encompassed me, consuming me. 

I collapsed limply onto the sticky sweat covered floor. In between my ragged breaths and my heart thumping, I heard Nicole's voice. "Holy shit…" In my blurry state I saw my Mistress above me, standing proud with a wide grin on her flushed face, breathing hard. Nicole spoke again. "Is she ok?" 

"Yeah she's fine. Get some water." Marie ordered. The other woman stood and reached over to pour some water into a glass. The woman began to lower herself to me but was stopped by my Mistress tugging on her arm. "I'll do it… she needs me." The woman handed the glass over and Marie hooked one arm under my head and tilted me to the side. She held the glass to my lips and instructed me to take small sips. My eyes began to focus properly and I looked into her eyes and whispered a 'thank you'. She helped me sit up properly and then assisted me to my feet. 

Nicole's friend placed her jacket over my shoulders. I shivered as the cool air hit my tepid skin. The majority of the heat that had flourished in me had withered away apart from the searing heat that still burned between my thighs. My pussy tingled, still consumed with arousal. I took the glass from Marie and took bigger sips of the water. 

Nicole handed Marie a card and said to call her if she ever wanted us four to meet again. "I might just do that… we have a function at the house coming up. I'll let you know." Nicole smiled and nodded and took hold of her friend's hand and pulled her from the chair. Marie placed her hand on the woman's arm. "I'll ring Nicole anyway so I can return your jacket, and by the way, what 'is' your name?"

"Scarlet, Madam." She said, lowering her head.

"What a beautiful name." 

Scarlet whispered a 'thank you' as Marie hugged her, followed by a hug for Nicole. "I'll send you an invite." Nicole nodded and her and Scarlet left the café.

Marie sat beside me and brushed my hair away from my eyes. "You did good… you took my breath away." That was the first time I had seen and heard sincerity come from her. She leant in and kissed me softly, followed by a softly spoken order. "We can't go home just yet, my shoe is all dirty, would you do the…"

I interrupted her sentence with a smile. "With pleasure Mistress." I dropped to the floor and lovingly licked my dried up secretions from her shoe. I looked up at her with pleading eyes. "Your other one doesn't look very clean now… can I?"

"Of course." She said as her legs crossed in front of me. 

When I had thoroughly licked and kissed it clean I sat back on the chair. "What was that about a function at the house?"

Her eyes twinkled again and her smile broadened. "Ohh that. You'll see!"



Headmistress' Slut Ch. 05



I mumbled incoherently as I was jolted out of early morning slumber. The rattling of the letterbox awoke me first, followed by scattered 'thuds' that hit the hallway floor. I glanced over at the clock. "Jesus, it's the first day of the holiday. Its six forty five…." I wearily muttered, pulling the cool crisp sheet over me. I continued to lie there, hoping to get back to sleep. Five minutes went by, then ten. Curiosity got the better of me as the red digits on the clock flipped over to seven o'clock.

I tiptoed down the stairs, not wanting to wake my daughter up. Strewn untidily on the mat were four small boxes with annoying junk mail and other post nestled between them. I scooped up the light grey parcels and the rest of the letters and leaflets and headed for the kitchen. I dropped everything on the pine dining table and made myself some tea before making my way through the posted debris. 

I placed the small packages to the side and sifted through the leaflets selling car, house and travel insurance. Tucked neatly between two of them I discovered a pale grey envelope, closely matching the same colour as the parcels. The handwriting was extremely familiar and any doubts I had of who the sender was were pushed to the back of my thoughts as I read, "Ms Leoni." 

Only one person called me that and I soon began to shake with excitement, or was it fear? Too many times those two emotions have conflicted, but nearly all the time the result is the same; every nerve ending becomes sensitive and alert. I sat myself down and studied the envelope and parcels. I ran my finger over the left hand corner of the envelope and skimmed over the boldly printed word, 'Priority'.

I fumbled with the envelope nervously and took a deep breath as I opened up the letter. It began with, "Ms Leoni, My little angel." A spine tingling feeling washed over me. I love it when she calls me that. My pussy quivered as I read down the page. It was an invitation to a party. In the letter she mentioned Nicole and Scarlet. I paused for a moment, thinking back to that day at the café. God, it's been nearly two months since I suffered that humiliation. I now recall that at the time she called it a function when she told Nicole about it. I assumed the invitation was just a passing gesture as there had been no mention of it, or a party since then. I felt a burning flush caress my skin, remembering that day on the floor of the café. 

The more I read the letter the more it became apparent that this was no invitation. It was an order and I was required to be there. The party was to be on Saturday evening, but I was to go to her house, early afternoon on the Friday. She said that the tiny boxes were to remain unopened and that I was to bring them with me. In the meantime they were to remain in full view in my bedroom. At first I wondered why she had given them to me now, five days before the party, but soon realised that this was yet another challenge, to resist the temptation to open them.

I bundled the boxes together and took them upstairs and piled them neatly at the side of the stereo. I sat on my bed facing the boxes and began to read the letter again. I held it to my nose, smelling the soft floral scent of perfume that may have lingered on her wrist that glided over the paper as she wrote. I lightly brushed my lips across it, bonding myself with her.

****

The days that followed passed slowly and I hate to admit it but curiosity began to eat away at me more and more. It hadn't helped that I'd been here alone since yesterday. My daughter left to stay with her dad for the second part of her holiday. Having her here the last couple of days was a good distraction but now, even the threat of my Mistress' cane swiping across my cheeks is not becoming the deterrent it should be. With one day to go I continually hoped and prayed that my resistance wouldn't waiver. 

It was now Friday morning and when I woke, my fingers were still on the 'M' that had fallen out of my cleavage and come to rest on my soft abundant bosom. After a hearty breakfast and a reviving shower, in which I had been ordered to lose the 'M' on my mound, I packed my case with the clothing she required. I gazed out of the bedroom window and saw another miserable autumn day. The sky was grey and a keen wind swept its way through the last of the rustic coloured leaves that had managed to hang on from the previous weeks gales and rain. I decided on wearing a long skirt and a thin v-neck sweater that fitted snugly over my ample assets. 

Once dressed, I placed the small grey boxes into a larger box and took them and my case down to the car. I checked my hair in the mirror and made sure the 'M' sat proudly on the bottom of the 'v' of my sweater. With one look at the clock I made my way to my Mistress' magnificent abode. On the way through the countryside I remembered the extravagance of her house and the long stony driveway that sat between the lines of conifer trees, the echoing sounds of her footsteps as she walked over to me on the scrunching stones. 

Before long I'd reached the gravelled private road. I took a deep breath and sluggishly trundled towards the iron gates, fully expecting them to open gracefully for me like they did the time before. I was a little disappointed that they remained shut. What I did notice this time though was a large 'M' that was centred on each gate. I smiled at that, thinking, 'she sure likes to leave her mark on her possessions'.

Heavy spots of rain appeared on the windscreen and I grimaced at the thought of standing in a shower talking into an intercom system that I noticed on the tall, circular pillar that stood a couple of metres away from me. The rain began to get harder and I bounded out of my Herald Vitesse and quickly ran to the pillar and pressed the button.

After a faint crackle, my Mistress' voice sounded. "Yes, Ms Leoni…"

'Yes,' is that all she is going to say I thought. She could obviously see me, as she knew I was here. Why the hell didn't she open the gates? "Marie, IT'S raining, can you OPEN the gates?" I said with a sudden abruptness.

"For someone who is begging to be let in my little slut, I would have thought that you would have addressed me properly and in an appropriate manner…" 

I shrugged and knew I'd made a mistake. I looked over at the house and in the upper floor window, standing with a telephone receiver in her hand, my Mistress stood. My hair had now stuck to my skin and my nipples were protruding obscenely through my thin lilac sweater. My long skirt appeared to have no sway to it and it hung drably from my waist dripping droplets of rain to the ground.

I pressed the button again. "Mistress, please open the gates, its cold and I'm soaked!" 

It was quiet for a while and another faint crackle came from the speaker box. "Strip!" I was about to slam my hand on the button to speak, when her voice bellowed from the tiny box. "STRIP!" I pulled my hand away from the box sharply. "I want to see you young lady. Stand in front of your car and remove your clothes."

I slowly stepped to the front of my car and removed my shoes and socks. I glanced up at the window and from that moment on I could not take my eyes off her. I lowered the zip on my skirt and let it pool at my feet. My legs were mottled with pink blotches caused by the chilly rain. My panties stuck to my damp skin as I tried to lower them. The lilac sweater had virtually moulded itself to me and was hard to remove. Finally I removed my bra and my mammoth breasts were released. Despite how cold I was, the pattering of the large heavy droplets felt extremely sensual on my hard nipples. I stood in the puddle of clothes with only her necklace hanging from me.

She stood at the window a little while longer and I saw her bring the receiver to her face. "I want half of you on one gate and half on the other. Do you understand my little slut? Get on your knees if you do!" I lowered to my knees and winced at the pain as the small stones embedded themselves into my skin. "Good girl, now crawl to the gates." I crawled slowly and unevenly to the gates, the gravel now implanting itself into my knees, shins, feet and my hands. "Now stand on the lower railing of the gates." I stood and glanced at the indentations in my skin, in a few places I was bleeding. I placed my left foot on the left gate and did the same to the other gate with my right foot. "And your hands Ms Leoni!" I was now across the two gates. 

She had now let go of the receiver and she stood there looking at me for what seemed like ages. The rain continued to fall and I was pretty thankful that it wasn't summer. The thought of me hanging on an iron gate in a thunderstorm is not an image I want to envisage. 

My Mistress backed away from the window and seconds later she appeared through the front door. She briskly walked towards me, holding an umbrella in one hand and a large black holdall in the other. I felt embarrassed standing naked, on her wrought iron gates, in her driveway with my nipples rock hard. It was thoroughly humiliating and I cringed at the thought of someone driving towards her house and seeing a naked woman in this position! 

Mistress stepped to me and placed the holdall on the wet ground. Her hand came through the iron intricacy of one of the gates and her finger graced my pimpled skin. "Someone's a little cold and wet aren't they?"

I lowered my head and shivered as I spoke. "Yes, Mistress."

"I'll warm you up my dear little angel." She said with a smile that dripped with evilness. Mistress closed her umbrella and dropped it beside the holdall then unzipped it quickly and pulled out two black cuffs that each had a chain coming off them. The chain was only about four or five inches long and had a metal fastener on the end, similar to what a climber has on their ropes. She came towards me and not once made eye contact with me. She then wrapped the cuffs around each of my wrists and fastened the clips to a railing on the gate. When the restraints were attached she returned to the holdall and retrieved two more and attached those to my ankles. I was now at her mercy with confusion and fear running through me. I rattled the chains in desperation.

She walked to the opposite pillar and reached up to a little box, similar to the one on my side of the gates. A low 'humming' began to sound and the gates slightly vibrated. In a split second I could feel my body spreading out. I looked up at her. "Mistress, NO, please…" I held on tightly to the rails and was soon stretched out completely between the two gates, suspended a foot or so above the ground.

"You didn't address me properly, so you will be punished. I love your flippancy and attitude, but sometimes I'm in no mood for it young lady. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress, it won't happen again." I meekly replied. 

"I know it will my little slut and that's why you're mine!" She grinned and then winked at me. 

The rain continually cascaded over me. Tiny rivers flowed down my back and crept between my bum cheeks and dripped helplessly from my pussy to the stones below. It spread over me, down the slopes and curves of my body. Tear shaped drops built up on my nipples and hung there for a millisecond before dropping vulnerably to the uneven surface that will inevitably shatter them apart.

Mistress walked to me and brushed her fingers down my cheek. The softness of her touch was reassuring. She interrupted the pattern of the watery flows as she glided her hand across my breasts. I moaned at every touch she laid on me. She cupped and held them as if she were weighing them. Her thumbs pressed into my nipples and I jolted at how sensitive they had become. Her lips came close to mine, teasingly close and then they touched me, soft lips that evoked a groan from me.

In a whisper, her voice crept into me, piercing me to my core. "This won't take long my little angel!" I nodded submissively as she pulled away. She retreated back to the holdall and pulled out a flogger. It looked frightening. A long handle with countless black leather tresses and in the breeze they seemed to dance like snakes, worshipping their goddess. She'd never used this on me before and I had only ever seen them in books and videos that she had sat down with me and watched; all part of my continued training. The images on paper or on a screen were certainly no match for what was swaying in front of me. 

She stood about five feet away from me in the pouring rain. We looked at each other intently until I broke the stare. She twisted her wrist in slow rotations causing the long strands to gel together. Faster her arm moved and the tips of the tresses kissed my breasts. I gasped as the pointed ends caught my nipples, the wetness on my skin already making a good slapping sound as the leather kissed me. 

"I love the way your boobs dance, Ms Leoni." I remained quiet, but I guess the way I blushed delighted her and she began to chuckle. "Your skin will be steaming if you flush anymore!" 

The flogger got harder. It rained across my breasts and on my stomach. I fidgeted in the limited boundaries I had and tried to tug on the chains. The leather now stung as it hit my thighs. I gasped and shrieked as the sting crept lower and worked its way to the side of my knees. She altered her stance and soon the lengths of leather curled around my waist and landed on my back. I arched to and fro to escape the assault, yelping and crying out.

The stings hurt but in between the bites of leather something else was lurking inside. The routine of the twists of her wrists and arms were becoming rhythmic. It was a constant 'slap' with a few seconds in between before another one would strike. The 'smack' onto my damp blemished skin dispersed as the loose strands fell over every curve of my body and tingled across my flesh. 

The sounds emanating from me were now easing from pain into a torturous pleasure. Mistress shuffled forward and stepped to her left. Her right arm scooped under and now the flogger travelled backwards. The black tendrils came towards me and I gasped aloud as the tips slapped against my bare pussy. Again the routine took on a regular pace. I counted in my head fast, 'one two three, SLAP, one two three SMACK one two three THWACK'. Over and over I counted and the swipes on my pussy were now working in conjunction with the throbbing deep inside.

Mistress expertly twisted and curled the flogger to whichever way she required it to go. She was enjoying the feel of the whip in her hand. Her eyes glazed over and she relished in the power she had over it. She smiled or chuckled every time she heard me whimper and moan. She looked surprised at times as my moans turned more erotic with each swipe. 

My whole body ached and I had no strength left to grip onto the rails with. My head hung low and all that was heard were my moans and the slaps to my tender pussy. The rain had eased, but my inner thighs were damp and so was my pussy. I could smell my arousal rising up to me with every slap of the leather strands. As they swished up towards my face, my heavenly scent dripped from the tips as they breezed passed me. 

The smacks were harder and faster and I was trembling. There was no feeling in my arms or legs. In fact there was no feeling anywhere except between my thighs. Something big was building inside me, the pulsing in my pussy was getting harder, and the tingling within was becoming intense. 

'THWACK' 'THWACK' on my clit. The sting was burning and raging, heightening whatever it was that was intensifying inside. The tresses of the flogger eagerly kissed my swollen lips, striking my clit and dipping inside. They swarmed my throbbing spot of bloated flesh with lavish flicks. I couldn't hold my words in any longer. I mumbled, spattered and stuttered unintelligibly. 

She scooped the flogger upwards harder. "What are you trying to say my little slut?"

The swishes continued as I attempted to form the words correctly. "Mistress… please…"

"Yes?" She questioned as she struck me, harder and harder.

"Oh god… Mistress, it feels…" I was breathless and shaking.

"How does it feel my little angel?" She asked then catapulted me with non-stop swishes and swipes. 

"Ohh… OHHH… GOD!" I shouted.

"Someone likes the feel of my flogger, don't they?" The assault continued, one after the other. I was lost for words apart from the shrieks, gasps and cries that came from me. She took a step back and twisted her wrist slightly. Now only the very tips of the strands were striking my clit. I was practically screaming. "I'm not sure who is getting more pleasure from this, you or me Missy!"

Mistress increased the speed of the flogger's revolutions. It bit hard onto my pussy, catching my clit between the strands, rubbing either side of it and swiping over the top. I thrust my hips forward to greet the leather tendrils. 

"Do you want to cum my dear?"

"Ohh… Yessss!" I cried.

'SLAP' 'SLAP 'SLAP'

"YES Mistress. Please may I cum Mistress?"

'THWACK'

"Are you desperate?"

'SMACK'

"GOD, YES!"

And then nothing, the flogger ceased immediately. "Then you will have to stay desperate, wont you?" The wet strands of leather swept along the ground and stopped at my Mistress' feet. I was breathless and felt thoroughly defeated. I sobbed uncontrollably in frustration. My insides were a well of burning heat. I needed release. 

In between ragged breaths I begged for release. "Please Mistress… I beg you!"

She put the flogger back in the holdall and stood directly in front of my trembling body. "Next time you will address me appropriately, correct?"

I looked at her and whispered humbly, "Yes Mistress."

She pressed the button on the gate and they closed slightly, relieving the ache in my tired and numb limbs. She unfastened each cuff and chain and when totally unrestrained I collapsed onto the uneven stippled surface. Shortly after, she assisted me to my feet and guided me into the house and up the staircase to the bedroom. I immediately crashed onto the plush bed and fell into darkness.

When I woke up I was covered in a blanket and the curtains in the room had been drawn. The morning sun crept in between the edges of the drawn curtains further down the room. My arms still ached a little and I pulled the blanket to reveal pink strips covering my skin. On my knees and palms I had a few tiny cuts where the stones entrenched themselves in me. They had been cleaned up while I'd been asleep. 

There was a knock at the door and it opened. Mistress walked in with a tray and placed it on the side. "I needed your help last night, but when I came to get you, you were in no fit state to serve my friends a few drinks."

"I missed the party!" I gasped, thinking I had displeased her again. 

She sat beside me on the bed, smiling. "Luckily for you, no you didn't. Last night was just a couple of old friends visiting. That's why I asked you to come the day before the party. But not too worry." She brushed the unkempt strands of hair from my forehead and tucked them behind my ear. Just a small token of affection and I am already feeling the temperature rise between my thighs. "I'm sure you will be extremely enthusiastic to please me tonight, won't you young lady?" Her voice was stern, yet soft.

"Yes Mistress." I smiled.

"Good, now eat your breakfast and get yourself cleaned up. All your things are here. Come down when you're ready. There are parts of this house that I'm itching to show you." She got off the bed and strolled out the room, leaving me with an ache between my thighs that I was itching to scratch! 



Headmistress' Slut Ch. 06



As I wandered down the lavish staircase to begin my guided tour of Mistress' house, I pondered on where the large box of grey parcels had gone. The box was not with my belongings, even though she said all my things were together. I quickly pushed the thought from my mind and resigned myself to the fact that she must have slipped them under the bed or something. I was quite excited about the guided tour, as the only other rooms I had been in were the bedroom and this reception area. There was obviously more to this grandiose house than meets the eye and the thought of that gave me the most pleasurable tingle all over.

Mistress greeted me with a smile and linked her arm through mine. "You ready Ms Leoni?" I nodded and she directed me to the left of the staircase. We descended down two steps, through a large doorway and into a very spacious room. I was totally speechless. The floor space alone must have been a little bigger than half a tennis court. I was simply astounded. The height of the room was about twenty feet and four luxurious light fittings with attaching fans hung from the ceiling. It was a very light room with plenty of windows. Around each window, burgundy swags adorned the curtain poles, matching the lengthy burgundy curtains that hung pristinely to the floor. 

From where I stood, the wall to the left of me had tables pushed right up against it that ran the length of the wall. There were also a few tables on the opposite wall. She then guided me through another doorway that led into another quite spacious room, which looked like it had been split in two, but without a wall in between. The right hand side was a nicely decorated dining room. The table had a glass top and could seat about eight people around it. The other side of the room was a bar area and on the back wall was a line of upside down spirits and bottles, just as you'd see in a usual bar in town. There were also two large fridges. One was about six feet high and had a glass door, showing off four shelves completely filled with champagne. The other fridge was nearly the same height but had a white door. I assumed it was filled with wine and soft drinks.

We walked through to the kitchen and the view of the grounds from where I stood literally enchanted me. There were two huge doors that fully opened onto a very large patio area. Acres of greenery greeted me and to the left stood a large barn-like building, with my car parked under the carport beside it. "Did you drive it?" I curiously asked putting a possessive slant on it. 

"What did you expect me to do with it, leave it on the driveway?" She questioned. 

"Well, no, but..." 

"But nothing young lady, I treated it with respect, unlike what you and your daughter do."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"One word... McDonalds!" She said, with obvious flippancy.

"Ok, guilty!"

"You always are Ms Leoni!" She said with a mischievous grin. "Come on, we're not moving very fast and today is a busy day.

She pulled me back and guided me to another door. This door was different to all the others, not so wide or tall. She reached to the back of a large container that sat on a work surface just by the door and retrieved a key that hung on a brass hook. Mistress unlocked the door and directed me through it. We were in complete darkness for a couple of seconds until a dim light shone from behind me.

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously, feeling a light churning develop in the pit of my stomach.

"You'll see." Mistress took my by the hand and led me down the short corridor and then down a spiral staircase. At the bottom was another door. She tilted a picture on the wall that obscured a gap, about half the size of a brick and took another key from the crevice, followed by placing the picture in its rightful place.

The door creaked open and the room suddenly lit up, as did my eyes. They widened and I gasped at the contents in the room. Mistress looked at me. "Do you like my dungeon Ms Leoni?" I was rendered speechless and just nodded foolishly. "Cat got your tongue!" She giggled. My mouth fell open, no sound escaping as my eyes drank in the sights before me. "I'll stay here young lady, and you walk around. Touch anything you want, sit on anything you want. If you want to know anything, all you have to do is ask, ok?" 

I was bewildered and mumbled softly. "Yes Mistress."

She let go of my hand and I slowly made my way around the dungeon. I was surprised at what I saw. There were rows of implements, different shaped paddles, long canes, short canes and riding crops that all had different tips on them. Wooden paddles, leather paddles, even soft furry ones, some looked like table tennis bats that were completely smooth on one side, yet prickly on the other. Her collection of whips astounded me, long and short ones, with numerous leather strands coming from the handles. Some had knots tied on the bottom, others frayed out at the tips and when used correctly could indeed cause pain and pleasure as I had found out on the iron gates.

Restraints innocently hung and I recognised the ones that she had used on me when I was bound outside. There were metal handcuffs and furry cuffs. Chains of different lengths, some were quite short in length, about five or six inches, like the ones used on me, but others were longer, maybe two feet long. Some of them had clips on the end, all of which were quick release, just in case! All this caused shivers to run through me, delightful quivers awakening my inquisitiveness. I touched the hanging toys, sweeping my hand along them, causing them to swing and sway. I was becoming breathless and lost in a world that up until now I thought I'd had much experience in, but seeing all this displayed in front of me made me realise that what my Mistress had taught me and the experiences we've shared, were all just the tip of a very enticing iceberg. 

The room was large and despite the furniture and the adornments that hung from virtually every wall, I began to think that you could fit a number of people quite easily in the dungeon. In the far corner stood a cage that was about six feet high and only four feet wide. I walked over to it, bypassing the heavy manacles that jutted from the wall. The space between the vertical bars was only four inches and I shuddered at the thought of being confined in that small space. Staring at the cage gave me a terrifying chill that burrowed into my stomach. 

I stood there for ages, running my fingers along the cold bars of the cell. Inside it stood a small stool, covered in deep purple velvet. It sat upon a thick rug, in the same colour as the covering on the stool. I bent down and ran my hand through it. The rug appeared to have two layers to it. The top part was soft to the touch, almost fluffy like that on a teddy bear. The lower half was padded, like a gym mat at school.

Mistress' voice startled me, bringing back to a standing position. "You find your cage fascinating my little angel?" I heard the clicking of her heels steadily walking towards me. "Well..."

"My cage Mistress... its mine." I hoarsely said, my throat becoming drier by the second.

"You don't honestly think I bought it for me to stand naked in, do you?" She giggled.

I lowered my eyes and faced the cage. "No Mistress!" I turned back round to her as the word 'naked' pounded into my head. "Naked... I'm going to be naked."

"Why of course you will be my dear. I want everyone to see what a corrupted, depraved submissive slut I own!" The grin on her gorgeous face broadened and then ended with an evil smirk and a cocked eyebrow. 

My pussy gushed at the words she had just spoken. I am 'those' words and more. In normal terms I should be ashamed, but I'm not. I thrive on the words she calls me, no matter how degrading they are and my inner self becomes alive as she runs through my every pore. I exhale a soft whimper and lowered my head. Her hand grabbed my hair and tugged me back so my eyes met hers. "You're wet aren't you?"

My face burned with shame. "Yes, yes Mistress, I'm wet..."

Her lips mashed onto mine and I passionately moaned as her fervent tongue explored my salivating mouth. For what seemed like forever, she eventually pulled away, grinning to herself, leaving me panting and breathing deeply.

"You're still desperate aren't you, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She smiled softly and gently eased the wavy strands of dark hair from my eyes. It was a moment of affection that spoke volumes. Breaking her intense stare from me, she took my hand and led me through another door to the side of the cage. The doorway was extremely wide and had two doors. We each took a doorknob and opened the doors. I was astounded at what I saw, another large room, bigger than the first one I went in, but god, this was no ordinary room. There were lavishly decorated tables in a nearly complete rectangle shape. The centre of the rectangle was hollow, a large space and probably fifteen feet from one table to the opposite one. From the left tables to the ones on my right the space was greater by a couple of feet and just in front of me there was a gap of about eight feet between two tables. What I also noticed were hook type attachments protruding from the edges of the tables. The hooks were on the opposite side to where a chair was placed.

Mistress squeezed my hand and led me out through one of the two other doors that I noticed. We walked through a typically styled study, very much like her office at the school but it had twice as many books lining the shelves that sat upright in a walnut and glass casing. There were three heavyset brown leather chairs and in front of them was a footstool with softer looking leather padded across the top. In the bay window sat a very large antique desk that had a matching chair pulled up close to it. The intricate woodcarvings on the back of the chair were also on the drawers of the desk. 

She walked us over to the bulky desk and she pulled out the chair. Mistress positioned me over the gap that the chair had vacated and she faced me towards the familiar view of the stones outside the front of her house. I realised that we had covered the ground floor of her house, maybe missing out one or two rooms judging by the spare doors I had seen, but also, going through one hidden room that I assumed not many people had passed through.

"Take your jeans off young lady and your panties and position yourself." I did as she requested and I leant down and held on to the edge of the desk. "No, I want your arms spread right out." I separated my hands and they nearly reached the corners. "Now spread your legs as wide as you can." I was now in the most uncomfortable position. She opened the draw and showed me a long wooden ruler. "Do you remember these Ms Leoni?"

"Yes Mistress. We used that kind at school in the eighties!"

"Good girl, now take a look at it... a real good look." She put it flat on the desk in front of my face. "Do you recognise it, Ms Leoni?"

"Oh my god!" I softly whimpered. "Where did you get that from?" I couldn't believe it. Scratched on the left hand side were the three letters of the football team I support, C. F. C. and in well-faded multicoloured letters was my name, T.J. Leoni. I grinned inwardly at the other words I had inscribed onto it and looked at the small faded red hearts that I used to doodle all over the place. I repeated my previous question. "Mistress, where did you get that from?" 

"Hmm, just something I picked up from someone... kiss it?" She brought it up to my mouth and I pressed my lips to it. 

Mistress withdrew it from my sight and I heard her pull up the chair behind me and she sat herself down. She patted my ruler in her palm, tap, tap, tap. I then felt a light sting hit my right cheek and I inhaled a little at the shock. She alternated over my cheeks, tapping the ruler in different places over my rounded buttocks. There wasn't any pain, just a rhythmic sting, but it was enough to get my heels lifting off the floor. 

The pace of her patting now matched the way my body rose up and down over the desk and soon that tap and sting were in a sweet synchronisation with the throbbing in my pussy. I began to whimper and mewl each time the ruler lightly slapped onto my flesh. She moved the ruler lower, to the tender part of my left cheek where it meets the upper thigh. It slapped my outer thigh and crept back in then she continued over to my right cheek and thigh. She tapped it to my inner tender flesh and quickly alternated the patting from one thigh to another. She moved lower then higher, lower and higher and repeatedly slapped my tingling skin. It was a constant tap, tap, tap, all in quick succession. I was gasping and the stings combined into one long, hot, burning tingle, rising higher and burrowing deeper.

I was breathless and my body ached from the strain of the stretching and the relaxing. My face rested on the top of the desk and I didn't notice through the prickly hot sensations that she had stopped the mild striking of the ruler on my thighs and suddenly I felt a warm, squishy thud pulsing on my pussy. I yelped and whined at each wet tap that prodded against my clit. 

"God, Mistress, please... its too much!" I protested. She continued to torment me. Tap, tap, tap! The rhythm quickened and my hips rocked back and forth. "Please Mistress..." My knees weakened, I could feel myself falling yet ascending at the same time. 

"Cum my little angel..." The words swam from her mouth and dived into me.

I screamed and hollered as I continually slammed my body into the desk. She constantly tapped on my pussy until I collapsed and begged for her to stop. I was trembling and saying unintelligible words through wild moans and whines. I heard the drawer of the desk shut and it jolted me to my senses. I felt her lukewarm hands caress each cheek and thigh and I distinctively heard the scraping sound of the chair moving across the floor. 

I suddenly moaned as a wet tongue licked across the thick stripes. I saw that my Mistress was on her knees behind me, kissing my tingly skin, soothing it and calming the near-angry colour that made it look worse than it actually felt.

"Mmm, Mistress, that feels so good!" 

She moaned onto my cooling flesh, kissing and licking it until she was satisfied that every inch was refreshingly chilled. She stood up and told me to stand. I did as she asked and she kissed me on the lips. A full passionate and needful kiss. Her groan oozed through me and I felt a sudden connection with her as if she had given herself to me. Shortly after she pulled away, she was breathless and there was a brief pause where we just gazed at each other. 

Mistress broke the stare first and placed her hand on my breast and let her finger glide over it. "Go upstairs and bathe Ms Leoni and then rest for a few hours, ok?" I silently nodded and began to walk away. Her hand took hold of my arm and she squeezed it lightly and brought her lips to my ears. "I'll come and get you later." 

I shivered as her breath tickled my ear and I swallowed hard, "yes Mistress," then I unsteadily walked towards the reception area and headed for the stairs.



Headmistress' Slut Ch. 07



The scent of my recent vanilla bath wafted through my nostrils as I fidgeted from side to side underneath the luxuriously padded satin duvet that sprawled over me. I pondered excitedly at the thought of what was to be required of me. Outside the sky had turned grey and a brisk autumn wind began to whine through the trees that surrounded the expanse house. I shivered and curled further into my satin envelope and lazily drifted back to sleep.

When I woke up it was dark outside and there were voices coming from downstairs. I turned to my left and saw Mistress standing in the doorway. She looked absolutely stunning and literally took my breath away. She wore a long black velvet dress that hugged her figure like a second skin. Her left leg crept through the long slit, exposing her ankle and all the way up to about an inch above her stocking top. On her feet she wore black shoes with a three-inch heel. The soft light from the hallway surrounded her semi-silhouetted body. 

"Well Ms Leoni, are you ready?" She said sternly, causing me to sit up abruptly in the bed.

"Yes Mistress, I'm ready." I was a little uncertain as to what I was ready for, but by the sounds of raucous laughter and raised female voices coming from the ground floor of the house it was obviously my time to be brought into the 'limelight'. 

Mistress prowled over to the bed and pulled out the large box that I hadn't seen since being in the car before my flogging on the iron gates. She placed the box on the bed and requested that I stand in front of her. I pulled away the soft covers and immediately felt the cool air whisper against my body. One by one Mistress took the small grey parcels from the larger box and laid them on the bed. 

"You were a good girl not to peek at these when I sent them to you. I'm proud of you Ms Leoni. I, for one, would not have been able to keep my hands off them," she said, smiling. I stood in silence with only a hint of a smile, but inside I was jumping for joy at her words. I yearn to hear her approval and love it when she praises me.

She gave me one box and told me to open it. I nervously fiddled with the edging, being careful not to rip it to shreds. It was a simple box, but it was hers and I wanted to treasure it, like I would all the others when I was permitted to open them. I lifted the flap and inside two silver clamps were sitting on a pale blue bed of velvet. 

"Pass me one young lady!" Mistress commanded. I shakily picked up the clamp and handed it over. Her thumb danced over my nipple and it became full and protruded obscenely from my breast. I gasped as the cold clamp grasped onto my engorged nipple. I closed my eyes and breathed the pain out. "Good girl, now the next one," she ordered in a low sexy voice. I handed her the second one and she repeated the action on my other nipple and soon both were numb and throbbed with a dull ache.

She handed me the next box and again I opened it with care. Inside was a thin silver chain and sitting on top of the curled chain was a large silver 'M'. On the middle point there was a circle with a hole in it. I picked the chain up and realised it was less than a foot long. Mistress took it and stretched it out in front of me. At each end, small fasteners delicately hung from the ends. The 'M' dangled proudly right in the centre of the chain. Mistress stepped forward and I then realised where the clips would be attached. On each of the nipple clamps, smaller M's were hanging, each had the circle with a hole on them too and within seconds Mistress had fastened the clips of the chain onto them. 

The third box was next and inside was more chains and they had silver bulldog style clamps on the bottom. On the top of each chain the familiar looking clasp shone in the dim light. I then figured out that these clasps would attach to the 'M' in the middle of the chain that linked to the nipple clamps. Mistress took the chains and placed one on the bed as she got to her knees. Despite all what was going on the only thought in my mind was how the hell could she move in that tight dress.

She instructed me to spread my legs and I did without question. I felt her long finger run through my wet, engorged pussy lips and I whimpered as she teasingly caught my clit on her palm. "My little slut appears to be a little excited, doesn't she Ms Leoni?"

"Uhh, yes Mistress..." I gasped.

A second later I shrieked as she pulled my left pussy lip outward and captured it in the silver bulldog clip. I yelped again as she pinched the right lip and attached the clamp onto it. My labia felt like they were held tightly in a vice. Mistress got back on her feet and stretched the chains up and hooked them onto the large 'M' on the chain. Once the chains were connected my nipples were tugged downward and my full, red pussy lips were pulled upward and outward. I fidgeted, trying to adjust myself into a more comfortable position, but I found the more I moved the more it tugged and pulled. I winced at the pain until it numbed and hesitantly resumed into my normal pose. 

Mistress walked behind me and pushed my head forward. I felt her hands caress the back of my neck and shoulders causing me to shudder. Her touch was soft and warm. Her hair brushed against me and I sensed her face was really close to me. Within a second her moist lips kissed the nape of my neck and along my smooth shoulders and then I felt something loosen, like something was falling away. I realised that my necklace, the symbol of her and me was slowly being lifted from my cleavage and edged higher to my collar bone and with a movement of her arm it was sliding off the back of my shoulders and finally into her palm.

I was confused. "Mistress... Why? What are...?" I questioned.

She grabbed my hair and soothingly whispered into my ear. "Sshh my little angel, don't worry, you can have it back later!" I breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the tear that precariously hung on the edge of my thick eyelashes. "There's one more box to open."

She handed me the box and I delicately fingered with the edging and slowly lifted the flap. I gasped and smiled. "Really? For me?" I excitedly asked.

"Yes, young lady. Its yours, on one condition." She paused and took a deep breath. "If there's a proposition for you tonight, I want you to take it, if you have any doubts that you can't go ahead with it, I want you to tell me now and tomorrow morning you go home...and..." Her head fell and I knew something was wrong. 

"Go home and... what?" My heart was thumping in my chest, in rhythm with the thudding in my nipples and pussy lips.

She held my arms tightly, pressing her thumb into my upper arms. "Do you trust me my little angel?" Her eyes were looking deep into mine, searching for something, I didn't know what she was looking for but deeper they travelled into me, into every pore and nerve that I possessed.

Tears fell down my cheeks. "Yes, Mistress... I trust you, but what do I have to do and what happens if I turn the proposition down?" I choked back the tears as her palm held the side of my face and her fingers brushed the tears away.

"If you trust your Mistress, you will accept the proposition without knowing what it is and you will take your gift and wear it with pride tonight."

"And what about in the morning, what happens if I...?" 

"You go home and what we have will become a memory. I'll ask you again Ms Leoni, do you trust me?" I looked into the box and its contents were beautiful, then I looked up into her glazed eyes and I knew she was hoping that I would say 'yes'. I smiled but the words failed. I was literally speechless. "Well Missy?" Her voice was uncertain now, wavering between not so confident and worrisome. 

I nodded frantically and whispered out the affirmative. She took the box from my hands and placed it on the bed. She pulled me into her arms and pressed her velvet cocoon against me, crushing the clamps and chains into my skin. My body was a massive nerve ending, everything pulsing so erotically. 

After a few minutes of mutual closeness she pulled away and gave me the box once more. I held it and she took out the collar. It was silver and encrusted with diamonds that beamed a myriad of colours. I followed the letters with my fingers and starting at the side of the neck, it simply spelt... 'i', a small gap, then 'belong', which sat on the back of the neck and on my right side, the word 'to' and right at the front a large diamond encrusted 'M' glistened. 

She told me to lower my head and she clipped the collar together. There were four delicate rings hanging from it, front, back and the two sides. She then pulled out a silver chain and attached it to the ring at the front. The coldness of it made me shiver. Mistress took a moist tissue from the dressing table and wiped my eyes, clearing them from the recent tears. 

"You ready?"

"Yes Mistress." I smiled, but full of nervous anticipation as to what I was about to agree to and also what awaited me downstairs. 

She tugged on my leash and I walked in rhythm to her steps, down the corridor and descended the stairs and stepped into the reception area. I paused for a moment and the leash tugged a little harder. Mistress stopped and glanced over her shoulder. "Ms Leoni, I've waited a long time to show you off. Do not misbehave, do you understand?" 

I lowered my eyes and spoke softly. "Yes Mistress." 

As Mistress entered the doors to the large room the laughter and voices halted almost immediately. I followed close behind her as she parted the throng, spreading her guests to either side of her. My eyes quickly scoured the room and I noticed that all the guests were women and those dressed dominantly all had a younger woman standing or kneeling by their side. Some were clothed, some only partly, but only I was naked apart from my Mistress' adornments clinging to me, biting into me causing my nipples and pussy lips to burn an evil angry red.

Up until that point I had completely forgotten about my past meeting with Scarlet and Nicole and all of a sudden I came face to face with the pair of them. My face flushed a thousand shades of red as I recalled our previous liaison. Nicole put her hand out to Mistress. "Good evening Marie, what a lovely house you have!" Nicole smiled and sex simply oozed from the woman and power seemed to emanate from her with a single look. 

"Ahh, Nicole, I am so pleased you could both make it." Mistress' eyes went from Nicole to Scarlet and she took her hand and trailed her fingers down the side of Scarlet's face. "You are so beautiful, my dear." Scarlet blushed at Mistress' words.

Nicole stared directly at me, her large eyes piercing through me. "And I see Ms Leoni recovered well from her ordeal at the café." It was my turn to blush this time, but not only was my face affected but my neck and breasts flushed with humiliation. Nicole giggled and held her champagne flute to her lips and delicately took a sip.

Mistress giggled at Nicole's comment and then continued to parade me through her guests, who every now and then traced their fingers over my body. I tingled at their touches, they were delicate and soft one minute and then harsh the next. Their blood red fingernails pressed into me and scraped down my arms, scratching my skin. Sometimes their hands would caress my bottom, or grab at it and then I would hear them chuckle and guffaw, only then realising that they could possibly see the pinkish lines of the school rulers fury from earlier on in the day!

Only once in a while did Mistress glance over her shoulder to see me getting clawed at by her friends. I noticed that as she exhibited me through the crowd, her smile grew broader and I sensed a feeling of pride that she enjoyed showing me off to her acquaintances and friends. 

We made our way back through the door and the guests followed behind us, through the study and finally into the lavishly decorated large room. On each table there were platters with smoked salmon, lettuce and sliced lemons or limes. There were plates with vol-au-vents, sliced meats and various dips and sauces, alongside other delicious looking foods and salads. On the floor sat silver bowls of water in front of each table.

Mistress held her hand up and the gathering behind me stopped walking and waited for my Mistress to be seated. She graciously drifted to the tables at the far end, tugging my leash to follow her. On the edge of each table were the hooks that I had seen earlier and I guessed that these were meant to hang our leashes off of. Mistress draped mine delicately over the protruding hook and requested that I kneel by the bowl. Once I was settled, she moved around the tables and sat herself down. The guests then started to fill the empty seats and I noticed that Nicole was hastily walking towards the spare chair next to Mistress. I looked at Scarlet who was scantily dressed and she managed to pass me the sweetest of smiles as Nicole attached her a couple of feet away from me. 

I could not keep my eyes from Scarlet and I was totally unaware of the tables around the room getting filled with Dommes and all their submissives sitting or kneeling obediently on the opposite side to the tables. The 'clink' of my Mistress tapping her glass quietened down the banter of the guests and while she welcomed them officially to her home, I gazed loosely and curiously at her friends, trying to figure out if I recognised any of them. 

A few seconds after her short speech the Dommes all sat and ate. They talked and laughed as their submissives sat still or lapped water from the bowls near them. Occasionally a Mistress would feed her slave with a scrap of food. The food was soon disappearing from the silver platters and more champagne and other drinks were brought in. Mistress signalled to one of the hired help who opened up the double doors to the left of me that opened up into the dungeon. 

My eyes grew wide as the cage was wheeled in through the gap of the tables and positioned into the centre of the room. I looked over at Mistress with a worried look and she raised her eyebrows and glanced at Scarlet. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy when my Mistress looked at the stunning submissive. Scarlet was dressed in a black mini skirt, and a cropped white shirt that showed off the lower curve of her ample breasts. Nicole had dressed her provocatively, wanting her to be noticed. Nicole had Scarlet wear black patent high heels and they shaped her legs beautifully. I couldn't help but think that she was the sexiest submissive sitting in the room. 

Mistress Nicole smiled at me and then turned to my Mistress. "I think Ms Leoni likes my slut." She then looked at me, her eyes penetrating right through me. "Isn't that right?" Her eyebrow rose slightly and she smiled wickedly followed by a giggle.

I flushed profusely and it radiated from my breasts upwards. I felt a sudden jerk at my neck, as my Mistress demanded my attention. "Well young lady, are you going to answer Mistress Nicole?" Both Nicole and Scarlet had their eyes on me, waiting for my answer. I glanced at Scarlet first who lowered her eyes to the floor. I then moved my gaze to Nicole who was beaming a purely delicious smile, her blood red lips parting to reveal a glistening row of perfect white teeth. 

Mistress Nicole placed her hand on my Mistress' arm and spoke softly, but loud enough for me to hear. "My Scarlet can put on a great show, I would love to see your little slut get through it without begging!"

"Oh really, I did have something planned already... but what kind of show would she put on for my guests?"

At that point Mistress Nicole leant into my Mistress and whispered in her ear, which was followed by evil laughter from the conniving Dommes. The pair of them then stood and walked around to Scarlet and I. They both pulled on our leashes and tugged us to our feet. I winced in pain as my breasts jiggled and the attached clips all pushed and pulled together, pinching and clasping my tender, throbbing nubs. Scarlet looked at me and suddenly I saw her in a different light. She seemed confidant and exuded a dominant attitude. She had a glint in her eye that I hadn't noticed before and I realised she knew exactly what was going on and that I was merely a lamb going to the slaughter.

The cage door opened and Scarlet was the first to enter. Sensing my reluctance, Mistress pushed me in. She took two black silk scarves from the corner of the barred pen and handed them to Scarlet. Mistress smiled at me and closed the cage door. I hesitantly looked around the room and everyone's eyes were on us, even the submissives looked more relaxed, probably relieved that they were on the outside of the metal enclosure. 

Scarlet grinned as she prowled towards me, pulling the long, silk scarves through her fingers. Every move of her fingers and hands was slow but exaggerated, wanting to capture everyone's attention. She stood directly in front of me, her breath whispering against my skin. "Your hands baby!" I held out my hands and she held my right wrist and wrapped a quarter of the length of one scarf around it and expertly tied a knot. She pulled on the remainder of the scarf, which stretched my arm outwards and upwards. I gasped as the clamps cut into me again but Scarlet ignored the pain I was feeling. She twisted the end of the scarf around one of the bars and with ease began to knot the material like a professional. A few moments later she had bound my other arm in the same skilful way.

Scarlet stood in front of me and placed her finger right in the middle of my forehead. She slowly trailed it lower, down my nose and over my lips where I opened them a little and breathed my warm breath onto her. Our eyes connected and she slipped her finger through my parted lips and found the moistness of my tongue as it curled itself around the intruding digit. There was something so erotic about the way she was rhythmically pulsing against my warm, wet muscle, that I felt my knees weakening causing my inner self to free-fall voluntarily into subservience.

Her lips curled up into a slight smile and she withdrew her finger, trailing a fading line of moisture down my chin and down my throat. The atmosphere in the room was electric. The voyeurs around us were silent, their eyes firmly transfixed on the two of us. I gasped and whimpered suddenly as Scarlet demanded my full attention by pulling on the silver chain that connected each and every clamp. There appeared to be a communal gasp from the submissives on the floor as I gasped with the pain. 

As soon as the room quietened, Scarlet continued her sweet seduction. Her hands came up to my breasts causing a mirror image on my chest as she caressed the curve of my outer flesh and smooth underside, followed by trailing her slender fingers down my ribs. She stepped closer and her lips pressed onto mine, her tongue invaded my mouth, possessing me completely. She tasted sweet and mildly fruity. I felt her leg brush up against my inner thigh and wondered briefly if she could feel my clammy skin, freshly dampened from this pleasant torture. 

One of her hands rose up to my face and crept into my hair. She grasped it tightly and pulled my head to the left, exposing my neck. I closed my eyes, building the tension more and out of the blue I felt her teeth dig into my tender flesh where the neck meets the shoulder. A moan of strained pleasure or erotic pain, it was hard to decipher, escaped my mouth and she pulled my hair harder as she tightened her hold on me, literally sucking the life out of me. 

She pulled my bruised skin between her teeth until I let out a scream and she removed her grasp on my hair. I was panting and in such an aroused state that I knew if she went anywhere near my pussy I would orgasm there and then, permission or not!

Scarlet stepped back, watching me struggle to breathe. She then bent over, running her hands down her long legs, using this chance to totally exhibit herself. Lower she went and her white t-shirt fell forward and I saw her ample breasts hang like perfect orbs suspended in air. Her fingers crept over her calves and she spread them around her slim ankles, the fingertips gracefully brushing against her shoes. As she did this, her eyes never left mine and I could only hazard a guess at what the guests behind her saw. Was she wearing panties, a thong or simply nothing?




Headmistress' Slut Ch. 07



My skin was tingling, and my nipples and swollen pussy lips were throbbing incessantly. Scarlet reached forward a little and her fingers crept over to my foot and slowly and teasingly she dragged her nails upwards. She caressed my trembling inner thighs and a solitary finger headed for my pussy, momentarily stopping as my eyes latched onto hers. A smile formed on her beautiful face and instantly her finger slipped along my sodden pussy. I groaned loudly and she swiftly removed her finger knowing that I desperately wanted her to continue. 

She turned around and repeated what she had performed before, only this time I was greeted by her short black skirt edging higher up her thighs. The lower her hands moved down her shapely legs, the more her bottom exposed itself. Two rounded half globes with a little slice of bare heaven between them made my mouth water and my pussy twitch. Her hands then reached behind and she caressed the backs of her legs and swept her spread fingers over her soft skin. 

I lowered my head, panting into my cleavage. I couldn't take much more. Every part of me was tingling and throbbing. My clit was pulsing in tune to my pounding heart and suddenly I felt a hand in my hair, grasping it tightly and pulling my head backwards. I thought at any minute my head was going to squeeze through the bars. Scarlet was still bent over and I caught the scent of my Mistress' floral perfume.

"Getting a little too much for you is it my little slut?"

"No Mistress." I managed to say through stifled breaths. 

"So you really wouldn't mind if Scarlet carried on teasing the hell out of you then?" I heard a giggle come from my Mistress and she released my hair and pushed my head back down.

She moved around the cage and faced Scarlet. I saw her put her hand through the bars and she caressed Scarlet's face. My breathing deepened and I let out a groan. They both turned to me for a few seconds and then went back to facing each other. Mistress' hand tugged at Scarlet's hair and pulled her up to directly face my gorgeous Domme, and then she guided her head towards the edge of the cage. Their faces were close to one another and Scarlet tilted hers to the left and I saw my Mistress plant her lips directly onto Scarlet. Mistress' eyes locked onto mine and I shook my head, feeling a little betrayed. At that second, Scarlet yelped. Mistress had bit her lower lip. Before walking back to her table, Mistress winked at me and smiled. That action alone, replaced the hurt that I'd felt when seeing her kiss Scarlet. 

Scarlet turned towards me and her lip looked red and angry. Unbeknown to me, my Mistress had handed Scarlet a large feather and now the wispy quill was dancing lightly around the bottom of my new collar. It quivered lower, over my bountiful bare breasts, and gave a welcoming buzz of pleasure as it flitted over my extremely tender nipples. It descended further, and flickered over my belly button and then alternately skimmed my sides, left to right and back again. 

Up until then, Scarlet had only spoke minimally, but the smile on her face and the glint in her eyes told me she was enjoying this as much as I was and knowing a few dozen women were watching us heightened the sexually aroused atmosphere immensely. Every now and then Scarlet would look towards the predatory vixens and their prey and smile teasingly at them as she rubbed her hands up and down herself, using her stunningly gorgeous body to maximum effect. 

Scarlet was now kneeling before me, the feather was sliding in and out between my thighs and occasionally catching on the bulldog clips causing me to gasp in pain and pleasure. She moved the fluffy 'toy' further back making it tickle my arsehole, emitting a pleasant sounding 'oooh' from my lips.

Scarlet giggled. "You like that eh?"

I nodded and she did it again, tickling it constantly. My bum was clenching and my hips rolled back and forth. Scarlet continued the pleasant assault and I could hear the wicked Dommes around the room chuckling as my body quivered at her touch. So far, my Mistress hadn't explored that part of me, and I sensed that the dominants surrounding me guessed this also. I didn't know what to do, whether to giggle or just lose myself in these wonderful new sensations that Scarlet had introduced me too. 

Scarlet's other hand that was at first gripping onto my thigh had now moved to the inner thigh, and her fingers slipped between my parted swollen lips. They fumbled in the exposed creases and the unmistakeable sound of squelching could be heard. She paused both the movement of her fingers and the feather. I looked down at her and her smile broadened. "You are soaked you little bitch. Does someone like being tied up in a cage and played with in front of all these people?"

"Please Scarlet, no more teasing, I can't take anymore." I said to her breathlessly. My arms hung limply, they had given up holding me in position. My hair, wet from sweat, stuck to the side of my face. "Please..." I whispered.

I saw Scarlet's eyes look to the side of me and she nodded her head. The room was silent, and the atmosphere was abundant with feminine arousal from dominants and submissives alike. The wait for her next move was torture in itself. I began to breathe deeper and quicker. "Please Scarlet..."

She gazed longingly at me and without breaking the stare she pulled at my ankles. I shrieked as my body stretched beyond what it should and the pain from the quartet of clamps bit into the tender flesh that it clasped. Scarlet's hair brushed against my thighs and I felt her tongue lick at my clit. She circled it and suckled on it randomly. I fucked her face, groaning wildly. A familiar tingle stirred and suddenly my head was pulled back to the bars. My Mistress' perfume intoxicated my senses. "Mistress please..."

Scarlet lapped away, her long tongue curling to just dip inside my inviting pussy. Every time her tongue retreated she would curl the tip and flick over my engorged clit. I gasped again and pleaded. 

Mistress quickly pushed my head forward. "Finish her off!"

Scarlet at once rotated her expert tongue around my clit. I yelped as she grabbed onto my bum cheeks and squeezed them, pulling me into her. The chains connecting the clamps were swaying and my nipples and pussy lips were all going in different directions. I was gasping in pain and pleasure and suddenly my whole body erupted. I screamed, my head fell back against the bars and my thighs tensed and held Scarlet between them, gripping her tightly. My stomach muscles clenched and relaxed and my hips jerked until the orgasmic bliss subsided. My thighs parted, releasing Scarlet and she exhaled and then tried to catch her breath. The sides of her face were flushed and slightly marked from where my thighs had taken hold on her. She collapsed on all fours on the purple cushioned floor. 

The sounds of deep breathing permeated the room and glancing around I saw some of its occupants wiping their brow with a winter white napkin. A number of submissives were drinking from their bowls and dripping the cool water from their mouths onto their scantily clad bodies. My wrists getting jolted to and fro brought me out of my idle voyeurism and there stood my Mistress peeling away the black silk scarves and abandoning them to the floor. She moved around the cage and opened it, tugging at Scarlet's shirt, pulling her out of the cage on her knees. Scarlet quickly got to her feet and went straight over to Nicole. 

Mistress inspected my wrists and aided me to my bowl of water. I got to my hands and knees and frantically lapped and sucked at the water. The refreshing liquid spilled over the sides and I opened my eyes for a split second and saw a red pair of heels right beside my bowl.

"You got yourself a good bitch here Marie."

I had to force myself not to look up to the heeled Domme. 

"Yes I know." My Mistress replied. 

"Does she do heel worship?" The woman enquired. 

"Yes, if you address her properly!" 

I don't know why, but I sensed that my Mistress was smiling as she spoke. 

"Lets see how she reacts to being addressed appropriately shall we?"

The whole room fell silent. I was still facing the bottom of my bowl, and only taking quick glances at the beautiful pair of high heels in a blood red colour that were inches from my begging lips. 

"Go ahead." Mistress goaded the woman.

The tension was overwhelming as I waited for the woman to speak. She stepped even closer to me, her shoes right in a puddle of water.

"Theresa Leoni.... Well, well, well!"

OH FUCK!

My head shot up as I gasped and the whole room appeared to gasp with me. I looked over at my Mistress and she looked at me smugly. I opened my mouth and at first nothing came out. It took a couple of attempts for the words to form and break out. "Mistress, what's going on?" 

"Ms Leoni, meet my sister, Helena... Helena Lewis!" Mistress said as she made her way around the tables and stood beside me, sandwiching me between the two of them. 

I looked at her blankly and then looked at the woman standing above me. She was old. Well, she looked over sixty and there was something familiar about her, but nothing registered in me. I guess she just had one of 'those' faces. I shook my head in bewilderment.

"Helena Lewis... formally, Mrs Helena Turner!"

The name strangely sounded familiar and then it dawned on me who it was. "Oh my god. She's your sister?"

"Yes Ms Leoni, your old Headmistress from the eighties is my sister."

I fell silent, trying to piece everything together. I stared directly at my Mistress. "Has this been your plan all along, to set me up?" 

"No it hasn't!" She said sternly. "I had no idea she was the Headmistress when you were at school, therefore I didn't even know you two had ever met. It wasn't until one day she mentioned to me the name of a girl called Emma, who came to stay with her occasionally..."

I interrupted at once. "Emma, my Emma, what the hell has she got to do with it?" I felt a simultaneous gasp and the odd murmur coming from the obedient submissives around me. 

Mistress Helena poked the toe of her shoe into my leg. "Your daughter comes to stay with me at times when she stays with her father."

I was confused. "But where do you come into it?"

"I, am your ex-husbands future mother, you little slut! He is going to marry my daughter, and you, Ms Theresa Leoni, are going to make the ultimate sacrifice."

"Sacrifice... what sacrifice?"

Mistress looked down at me. "Stand, NOW!" I got to my feet at once and stood there looking at both of them. "This is your proposition, Ms Leoni!"

Mistress Helena stood with a sarcastic smirk that I just wanted to knock right off her weathered face. She was definitely older than her sister, and did not possess the looks, figure or personality of her younger sibling. I would hazard a guess that being a Domme maybe the only commonality between them.

My Mistress raised her hand and stroked my cheek and she softly spoke. "I'll know you'll make the right decision, I know you trust me!" I nodded and she continued. "Your daughter enjoys her time with her father and his wife-to-be. Do you agree?"

"Yes Mistress!"

"When your ex-husband marries Helena's daughter they will have the half of Helena's estate. A luxury house... albeit not as luxurious as mine." Mistress gave her sister a wry smile. A smile that said 'I've done better than you!' Mistress Helena rolled her eyes in mild disgust at her sisters' put down, especially in front of the shocked guests that had no idea they would be witness to something so personal. "Money will be no object and a whole host of opportunities will be open to Emma..." There was a slight pause. "Don't you agree that your daughter should have the best?"

"Yes Mistress, she should.... But..."

Mistress smiled and then her sister stepped in abruptly. "Are you going to get to the bottom of this? You are far too soft on this lowlife of a slut. Just come out and tell her to give her daughter up."

I was flabbergasted and raised my voice defensively. "Like FUCK I will..." Before I could stop myself, my arm swung and slapped her across the face. Mistress quickly grabbed my arm and held me back.

"Aren't you going to punish the bitch for what she's just done?" Helena spluttered as she held her reddened cheek.

"No I'm not... you deserved it!" 

"I DESERVED IT... " Helena barked. "Do you think this slut will be remain loyal to you when she finds out it was ALL your plan?" The submissives in the room were giggling like schoolgirls. "SILENCE!" Mistress Helena shouted. The room soon settled into stillness. 

I turned to Mistress. "Your plan... how could you. What were you thinking?"

Mistress ignored my question and looked out to all the other guests and politely told them that the evening had come to an end. There was a definite groan of disappointment from all the guests. "You, as well Helena. Get out!" This put a stop to the fidgeting guests and they all stared at Helena. 

"You can't throw me out, we have business to finish."

"Not yet. I will talk to Ms Leoni and I will let you know as soon as I get an answer! Now get out of my house Helena!"

Helena turned and walked to the door leading to the study. She sharply turned to face me. "If you don't make the right choice, you little slut, you will end up with nothing, no home, no money and NO daughter!" With that she left the house, with her doting submissive following behind. The way she said it sent chills running through me. I was so overwrought that the ache and numbness of my nipples and pussy lips wasn't registering anymore. My whole body was completely devoid of any feeling. 

The guests dwindled quickly until only Nicole and Scarlet remained. They both kissed Mistress on the cheek and surprisingly they came to me and took me in their arms and planted a gentle kiss on each cheek. Scarlet smiled and held my hand until Nicole tugged on her leash. As they stepped through to the study, Scarlet turned, winked and smiled directly at me. I returned the smile and watched them both disappear. 

As soon as the house fell silent, the floodgates opened and tears flowed constantly down my face and onto my breasts. Mistress took a napkin and wiped my eyes and collected my fallen tears into it. "Come on, we have to talk." She said and held my hand and led the way.

We passed my bedroom and headed further down the hallway. She opened the door and I found myself standing in the most beautifully decorated room I'd ever been in. It was huge, with an extremely large bed against the furthest wall. A deep red, almost burgundy, dominated the room, with a splash of cream mixed in to contrast it beautifully. At the opposite wall stood two large desks. One had a computer and printer on it, and the other had some paper on the top and a stationery box that held pens and suchlike in it. 

Mistress walked us to the chairs that sat near the desks. She began the conversation first. "Let's go back to what we were saying downstairs, ok?" I nodded. "Do you agree that Emma deserves the best?" I again nodded. "Good, now what would you say if I asked you how you felt if your ex-husband had full custody of Emma."

I looked at her curiously. "What, he has her twenty four seven?"

"Yes."

"I wouldn't like it. She's my world and despite him being a good father, I cannot hand over that kind of responsibility. I refuse to let that happen."

"Even though you can't give her the opportunities that his new family could when he's married..." She questioned. 

"I know I can't give her that kind of life on my salary, but I've provided for her the last six years and I damn well..." The tears began to flow and I sobbed the rest out. "Damn well will not give up my daughter." Mistress sat there silently. Her hands fidgeted in her lap. I watched her twiddle her thumbs and I noticed her foot tapping on the floor. I remembered the proposition and what she said if I refused it. I looked up and our eyes met. "I guess it's time for me to go home..." She looked at me quizzically but didn't mutter a word. "The proposition... The deal was, if I gave up my daughter, I would then come and live with you and be your full-time submissive, slave, maid, whatever you want to call it. That's right isn't it? That's what you and her have been plotting, right?"

She nodded, "I'm sorry, but you could have seen your daughter whenever you liked and we would have had a legitimate contract made up. You would have had a decent home and a decent salary. I would have employed you as something or other."

"I have a decent home. Ok, it's not as lavish as this, but it's large enough for Emma and me and comfortable too and it's a home that her and me have fun in. As much as I love you and would adore living in this house, I cannot trade my daughter in for it. There is no comparison."

Mistress had tears in her eyes and she slowly stood and walked to the telephone that sat on the other desk. She punched in a few numbers and within seconds she spoke into the receiver. "Helena, it's Marie, pick up..." She waited a few more seconds and contemplated putting the phone down. She decided to leave a message. "Helena, no deal. Emma stays with Ms Leoni, and if you try and get this within a hundred metres of a court house, you will have me to answer too!" She placed the receiver down carefully and stood there, uncertain as to what happens next. She was still, mulling things over in her mind and if I wasn't breathing hard and fighting back the tears I more than likely could have heard the ticking of her brain.

I already knew what was about to happen. I had not agreed to the proposition and therefore I'd terminated the relationship with my Mistress. As the realisation set in that I was to be 'freed' so the feeling bounced back into my nipples and they began to throb incessantly.

"Mistress..."

She didn't answer me for a long while. Tension was in abundance in her bedroom. I waited ages before she answered me. "Yes dear?" She looked at me with tears in her eyes and she backed up against the large dresser, as if she was stabilising herself. 

"I would rather go now than in the morning. There's no point in delaying the amount of hurt I'm going to feel when I walk out of here if I went in the morning." I began to sob again.

"Theresa..." I didn't acknowledge her and she realised that her saying my first name just didn't have the same affect on me. "Ms Leoni..."

"Yes Mistress." I answered almost immediately.

"Come here..." She commanded. I shuffled slowly towards her and stood directly in front of her. "You're not going anywhere... I can't let you go."

My eyes lit up with sudden expectation. "But, but what about Emma and your sister and I still don't totally understand why you would even think I could give up my daughter. You owe me an explanation."

"I'll sort Helena out. The proposition was quite easy. I have longed for you to be here all day, everyday, for quite a while now and when I met Helena for lunch a few weeks ago, she happened to mention the name Emma, and your ex-husband. Things fell into place once I'd pieced together the information. She also mentioned that when your ex marries her daughter, they would automatically inherit half of Helena's estate. I admit, that my mind began selfishly working overtime and wondered if you would give your daughter the best chances in life and therefore give you the opportunity to become my live-in submissive. There would be no harm done to anybody because Emma is no longer at my school and you being here would not cause a problem. And as I stated there would have been a contract saying that you could see Emma whenever you wished."

"Yes I know, but, there has to be more to it than that. What you are saying is quite easily rectified, unless there is more..." I waited. And waited.




Headmistress' Slut Ch. 07



"Helena's daughter cannot have children. If she marries someone who has children, the children have to be residing with the father full time. This way, further down the line, the child or children will inherit everything."

"Right..."

"But, if the child lives with the estranged mother, then Helena's daughter and husband get nothing and Helena's estate goes to auction, meaning Helena will or could end up with nothing."

"That can't be legally binding!"

"It all goes down the generations with contracts, wills, legacies, that kind of thing. After another lunch with Helena and telling her about you, this little plan came to the surface. I get what I want, you get the best for your daughter and the only living member of my family, will get to keep her estate. Helena cannot make you hand over your daughter to your ex. It has to be done by your own free will. She knows how much I have come to love you and she also thought that you would jump at the chance to come and live here with me as my maid. Her being your old Headmistress was strictly a coincidence and stunned me completely when she told me. I told her to prove it, and she gave me your school ruler. Even though she is now a bitter and twisted old woman, she did love the kids at school and every year..."

I interrupted, "the oldest year in the school would have to hand in their ruler. We all thought that to be weird, and thought that the minute we stepped out of school on our last day, the teachers would burn all the rulers." I giggled at the memory.

"How wrong you kids were. The Headmistress used to collect each one and store it in the vault, along with a couple of projects from you kids that you'd completed in your final year. And that's how I got hold of your ruler."

There was a slight pause as we'd got off the main topic and I was still intrigued by what she had said before we got on the subject of rulers. "So why are you saying I'm not going anywhere? I'm not taking the offer. You said what we have would become a memory."

She stood directly in front of me and her palm caressed my cheek. "I can't give you up Its as simple as that. We'll sort out something, but the main thing is, you still have your daughter and I still have you. IF you forgive me that is."

"I forgive you." I whispered.

She kissed me tenderly and her fingers softly played along the chain between my breasts and I gasped loudly and nearly doubled over in pain as she swiftly unclamped my nipples. The pain rushed through the tender tips, swelling them to a size that I'd never seen before. They burned an angry shade of red. Tears fell from my eyes and Mistress lowered herself a little and licked around the nipple, circling it with her tongue. She gently covered the pulsing flesh with her moistened lips and a few seconds later she did the same to my other nipple. 

She bent as far as she could in her tight velvet dress and kissed my belly. She took both clamps in one hand and moved lower with her free hand. She fumbled blindly for the bulldog clamps and released them one after the other. I again gasped, my head lifted and my back arched with the sudden rush of feeling that swept to my swollen and numb pussy lips. Mistress took the chains and clamps and placed them on the dresser. She turned me around and unfastened the collar. That too was put on one of the old pine shelves on the antique dresser. 

I felt her arms surround me and felt a coldness rise from my breasts as her hands slid over my shoulders. I looked down and saw the large silver 'M' once again sit proudly at my cleavage. She quickly fastened the necklace and spun me around to face her. I fingered with the 'M' and asked her a question that I'd been curious to ask for a while now. "What's with all the em's? They're everywhere. Why?"

She chuckled and gave me a warm and friendly smile. "Goes back to when Helena and I were children. We fought, a LOT, about possessions and in the end our parents marked ALL our belongings with our initials. I guess it's never worn off." She giggled again and looked so deep into my eyes. "Plus also Ms Leoni, I want people to know YOU belong to me."

I smiled and felt my pussy throb. "I do belong to you Mistress, there won't ever be another."

She swallowed hard, and tears welled in her eyes. "I know," she said softly, straightening herself up to look more confidant and dominant. "Now young lady, as my maid, you will learn to undress me..." She said smiling as she turned and faced her back to me. 

"With pleasure Mistress," I whispered and lowered the zip of her black velvet dress, peeling it over her curves and down to her ankles. She stepped out of it, turned and stood before me in black hold up stockings, black high heels and a black lace bra. I ran my fingers down the stockings and knelt on all fours. I kissed the toe of each shoe and then sat back up on my knees. 

Mistress walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. She crossed her legs and I crawled to her. "Undress me Ms Leoni!" I then lovingly removed her shoes and kissed her stocking covered toes. I licked just under the big toe and brought my lips to the top and sucked it into my mouth. I looked up at her and saw the look of sheer pleasure that it gave her. My hands then crept up her legs and delicately rolled down one black hold-up and I watched with great delight as it edged lower, over her knee and over her foot. "Yes my little slut, you like to undress me, don't you?" 

"Yes Mistress." I joyfully moaned, so proud that I am the Headmistress' Slut!