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Class Time Ch. 02

By: mollycactus



I was burning up with curiosity.

Mistress Polly had given me a sealed envelope that morning. On the outside, she had written: "To be delivered to Amanda privately at the end of the school day." She had given me no idea as to its contents. I admit that I had been somewhat concerned about how the students would react -- how they would treat me -- after the humiliating acts of unbridled submission that I had done during Mistress Polly's recent visit. However, as the days passed, things seem to have settled back to our normal routine, with me lecturing and the students absorbing the information. In fact, if anything they seemed more attentive and their scores on my exams were superb.

Burning a hole in my pocket, that inexplicable envelope altered my perception of this day. My eyes kept wandering over to where Amanda sat. Her blonde hair, as usual, had a wild, lion's mane appearance and cascaded over her shoulders to reach halfway down her back. Her green eyes watched me intently as I lectured, her gaze so piercing that I had flashbacks of kneeling at her feet, looking up her statuesque torso into those greedy eyes as she ground her cunt against my eager mouth. This youthful looking thirty-something woman had started this day wearing a black zippered sweatshirt with a hood, and below that, sleek black slacks. Her feet, shod in elegant black pumps with sensible heels, completed the look. But as the day progressed and the room warmed up, she took off the sweatshirt. Underneath it she wore a thin, sleeveless, scoop necked blouse -- also in that ominous black. The tops of her creamy breasts bulged enticingly through the scooped opening. I was grateful that she was wearing a bra under it, because otherwise I would probably have spent the entire day staring at her nipples; I'm sure they would have been visible tenting the thin fabric.

Normally the school day seemed to fly by. But not today. I had caught Amanda's attention earlier, and quietly indicated to her that I had something to deliver to her at the end of the day. Now time seemed to drag, as I waited for that moment to arrive. Finally the class day ended and as the other students said their goodbyes and shuffled out, Amanda spent more time than usual gathering up her books in preparation of leaving. And then we were alone.

I explained how Mistress Polly wished me to give her this envelope in private, as I handed it to her. With a puzzled expression on her face, she tore it open carefully and began reading. I watched her face carefully. Her expression changed from perplexed to surprised, and then transformed into elation. With a huge grin, she handed me the letter. I read:

"Amanda, I observed how you handled yourself during my visit to the class. I was very impressed by your raw talent in handling my girl molly. Your instincts seemed excellent, but as I am sure you will agree, you need more practice. Consequently, I have decided to lend you my girl molly for this evening, and overnight. If this day is not convenient for you, we can arrange some future date. Practice, but keep in mind that molly always belongs to me -- use her well. I expect her to be returned undamaged."

And it was signed by my devious and amazing Mistress.

I looked up from it, and saw Amanda wearing such a triumphant expression! My heart started racing in my chest, and my knees quivered, threatening to buckle. I was of two minds: part of me hoped that today was not convenient so that I would have time to get used to the idea; the rest of me felt like a moth seeing a flame, drawn irresistibly toward it. 

Amanda solved my dilemma very promptly, saying "Tonight is perfect. So, Professor Cactus, as of this moment, do I understand correctly that you are mine?" 

I slowly nodded. 

"Answer my question!" she snapped. 

My mouth going dry at her tone, I managed to choke out "Yes, I am yours." 

"You will address me as Miss, or Miss Amanda -- do you understand?" 

I lowered my eyes and murmured, "Yes Miss Amanda."

"And you will be addressed as slut, or pet, or girl as the mood strikes me. You are, after all, a slut. A lowly, nasty slut. Correct?"

I kept my eyes downcast, whispering, "Yes Miss Amanda"

"Very well. Go lock the door, and then crawl back here to me." I was startled as to how quickly she shifted into using The Voice. Mind whirling, I hurried to the door and closed the lock. Sinking down onto my hands and knees, I began crawling back to where she stood waiting for me. As I approached her, she slipped off one of her black pumps, and extended her foot to me, saying "I believe you know what I want from my pet." Without replying, I crawled the rest of the way to her foot and began kissing it, signifying my unalloyed submission to her. I must admit that I rather enjoy worshiping feet and I got a bit carried away, kissing and licking. Amanda tolerated it for a while, and then used her damp foot to push me back away. "Not a bad start, slut" was her comment.

"The other day, you were wearing panties that were practically nonexistent. Show me what you are wearing today." Complying, I came upright on my knees, and lifted the hem of my skirt, thankful that these panties were sensible cotton ones. Amanda laughed as they came into view. "Quite a change, Professor" she chortled. "Pull them down as far as your knees." I found that I could not meet her eyes as I slipped them down as commanded, my face heating up. "Back on your hands and knees, slut. I want to see my pet crawling around the room." The panties acted like flexible cuffs, impeding my shuffling crawl. "Stop! Flip your skirt up onto your back and make sure it stays there -- I want a good view of your ass as you move." I reached back and dragged the material up onto the small of my back, mortified at the scandalous show that I was putting on for her benefit. I found that I had to keep my shoulders low as I crawled now, to make my skirt hem stay in place. But once again Amanda's instincts proved correct -- this humbling display caused me to sink into a deeply submissive state.

"I think it's time to take you to my home. Stand up and take off all of your clothes. Place them on your desk." 

"But... but... I can't go out the door naked, Miss Amanda," I protested. 

Her hand flew up and cracked across my face. "This is not a debate -- do as you are told!" Shocked from the blow and the pain that exploded in my cheek, I hastened to obey, and soon my clothing was piled on my desk, leaving me nude, and feeling very vulnerable. "Let me see," she mused. "I want to secure your hands. I don't suppose you have handcuffs with you, do you?" 

It had never occurred to me to lug around a set of handcuffs in my purse, but rather than stating this, I merely replied "No Miss." 

Sighing, she picked up my bra. "I guess this will have to do. Turn around, and put your hands behind your back." As I did so, I felt her tying my wrists together with my bra. She picked up the rest of my garments, and placed them in her book bag. "You might want these back tomorrow -- here, carry them." And saying that, she hooked the straps of the bag over my fingers.

"Come on, let's get going." She grabbed my elbow, and started pulling me towards the locked door. My heart surged into my throat. She was going to drag me naked through the hallways and the parking lot to her car! I groaned out loud in dismay. But she was merely tormenting me -- enjoying my discomfort -- playing with her new toy. When she reached the door, she made me wait as she went and fetched a long overcoat. She draped it over my shoulders, and buttoned it closed -- but only a couple of the buttons in front of my belly. She left the top and bottom buttons undone. My breasts, being rather small, did not threaten to spill out of the top opening. But I found that if I lengthened my stride, the bottom parted enough to flash my pussy. So I was forced to walk with mincing steps to keep up with Amanda as we proceeded out of the building and to her car. When we got to her car, she reached under the back of the overcoat to take the book bag from my hands and place it in the backseat. I was very glad that there was no one around in the parking lot to see me attempting to climb into her car, because in doing so I had to splay my legs apart for balance, and I would have put on an X-rated show for any bystanders.

Once Amanda had my seatbelt secured, she undid the overcoat buttons, and parted it enough to make my torso fully available to her hand as she drove. She seemed to delight in causing me pain. Her finger and thumb seized my left nipple in a vice like grip, squeezing the blood out of it and stretching forward. The sharp hiss of painful breath that this caused made her smile. "Oh, I am going to enjoy this evening so much," she said. "I doubt that you will enjoy it very much though." 

She ran a sharp fingernail slowly down my torso, making me squirm in my seat. As her hand neared my mound, I shifted my thighs closer together protectively. Her open hand cracked sharply against my naked thigh, leaving a bright red mark. "During the entire time that you are mine, you will not attempt to deny me access to any part of your body," she instructed. "Now get your fucking thighs open!" 

Quivering with conflicted emotion, I spread my knees wide apart, feeling my labia partially open as they adhered slightly to my inner thighs. One of my labia became her target as her fingers now seized it and gave it a painful twist. The pain intensified as she kept turning her wrist, millimeter by millimeter. The bra that tied my hands together was not very strong -- I probably could have broken it, and freed my hands -- but I feared what she might do to me if I did. Worse yet was the thought of disappointing Mistress Polly. So instead, I cried out "Please stop Miss. Please -- I beg you -- stop!" 

This is apparently what she wanted. She said "Begging is delightful -- I like that." And she let go. My mind reacted strangely: pleased that the intense pain had stopped; saddened at the loss of physical contact, and yes, even the loss of feeling disciplined.

Fortunately for my tormented pussy lip, it was only a short ride to her house. Unfortunately, this was only the beginning of my night as her guinea pig. Normally, I enjoy submission and discipline, as Mistress Polly well knows. But I was sensing a strong streak of sadism in Miss Amanda. I admit this triggered in me a wave of fear. Before having me get out of her car, she unbuttoned the overcoat covering me completely, I had to walk hunched over to prevent it from falling off of my nude body. Entering her house, I found it comfortably warm. This was good because I was naked for the rest of my time there. 

Amanda fetched a dog collar, which she buckled tightly in place. The wide band of leather closing on my neck was very evocative; another step in being claimed. Being collared is a very significant act to me. I must admit that my neck feels taller when I am collared, because it gives me a feeling of pride that someone finds me valuable enough to claim, even if they refer to me with derogatory names. Miss Amanda clipped a leash to my collar, adding to her control. She also produced a butt plug with a bushy tail and I flushed with the realization that I was indeed being transformed into her pet. She commanded me to kneel down, lower my shoulders to the floor, and spread my ass cheeks. The burning sensation of her screwing the butt plug into my dry anal opening made me whimper. Pulling on the leash, she made me crawl around her house, wagging my tail as I moved. If I failed to wag it vigorously enough to satisfy her, or if I was unable to grip it firmly enough, and it managed to fall out, she swatted my ass with a flyswatter, striking harder and harder with each infraction.

Tiring of this play, she discarding the butt plug, and led me to her basement. Still crawling, I felt the absence of the butt plug almost as keenly as its presence; my anal opening probably gaped open for quite some time. Crawling down the steps and reaching the basement floor, I knelt on the cold and gritty concrete surface, my head lowered, staring down. Miss Amanda's hand came into view, holding a ballgag, which she shoved roughly into my mouth. Buckling the straps behind my head resulted in some hair being caught and pulled painfully. She now had me stand up -- a relief for my knees -- but tied my wrists tightly together in front of me and lifted my arms to place the loop of the bindings over a hook dangling from a floor joist overhead. This made me stretch up high, standing on my tiptoes, my body completely unprotected. The worst thing about my situation was that Miss Amanda and I had not agreed upon a safeword or gesture. There was no way for me to signal my need for her to stop, if necessary. I tried protesting loudly through the gag, but could only make incoherent sounds.

Miss Amanda picked up a long, thin, supple wooden rod and swished it through the air several times. "Lift your left foot up behind you," she demanded. As I did so, the rod cracked harshly against the tender sole of my foot. "Lower that foot, and raise the other," she directed. I obeyed, and was rewarded with another stinging blow to the sole of that foot. This went on for an indeterminate period of time, until both of my feet ached as I placed my weight on them. My mind was losing its grip on reality, the pain suffusing my entire consciousness. Yet inexplicably and simultaneously, something peaceful possessed me.

My agony increased as she took a handful of clothes pins, clamping their cruel jaws around the periphery of each of my breasts, adding a couple to my labia for good measure. She left me like this for several minutes while she went back upstairs, returning with a nasty looking flogger. She began striking me with its strands, lightly at first. She walked slowly around me, methodically covering my back, belly, ass, and pussy -- apparently not wanting to dislodge the pattern of clothes pins on my tits. 

As the pain built, the sounds I was making through the gag began increasing in volume. This seemed to goad her into hitting me harder, until she went into a frenzy -- staring at me with an almost manic expression as I danced and twisted in my suspension, trying desperately to anticipate the blows in an effort to soften them. With my garbled vocalizations, head movements, and pleading expression, I was trying to signal 'red light' (my safeword) to her. But either she did not understand, or she chose to ignore my plea . She had me jerking so hard that the clothes pins fell off -- the now numbed, discolored skin suddenly awoke as the pressure came off of my nerve endings, flooding my nervous system with such a shock that I slumped unconscious. I'm not sure when she finally noticed this, and stopped.

I came to, and found myself laying untied and ungagged on the basement floor, doused with cold water. If I was expecting an apology from her for her excessive behavior, I did not receive one. She did, however, help me get to my feet, and rubbed the dirt and water from my body with a towel. Administering my beating had aroused her so much that she took me immediately to her bed. 

She hastily tore off her clothing, and pulled me up onto the soft surface with her. "I need you to make me cum," she said. "Use your mouth and your fingers." I was so angry because of the way she treated me that I refused. But instead of using The Voice and her natural authority to overcome my objections, she began pleading with me, begging me to lick her. Propped on her pillows, her hands playing with her tits, she even offered them to me to suckle, to try to get my mood to change. She adopted a wheedling tone, betraying such a need that my mood began to soften. She groped her pussy with several fingers, and offered me those to taste. At that, something seemed to break loose inside of me. After sucking her fingers clean, I allowed her to position my face where she wanted it. I wanted to please her, it felt right, so I worshiped her pussy and slid my fingers into her cunt, fucking fast and deep. Her sighs let me know it was appreciated.

Her manner changed again after she had several (yes several -- the inner slut in me demands that once I start, I find it difficult to stop) mind-blowing orgasms (giving me none in return). She chained me naked to the floor at the foot of her bed for the rest of the night. So much for the greedy, needy girl that had inhabited her body briefly. The full-fledged Dominant had returned with a vengeance. The house cooled for its night cycle and I shivered on the cold floor. The coolness helped with the burning sensations left from her flogging.

In the morning, I explained to her that I had to pee. She led me on the leash to the bathroom, pulling me past the toilet to the bathtub. She commanded, once again in full control of The Voice, "Climb in, slut. Lay down on your back. Raise your hips. Spread your labia open." Desperate for relief, I assumed this awkward position. "All right, pet. Piss!" I certainly did not want to, but my bursting bladder finally lost its battle. My piss arced up, curving into a yellow fountain, and splashed on my tummy and lower chest, running in a hot stream up to my shoulders and neck. She laughed at my humiliation, of course. When I had finished, she said, "I probably cannot return you to class smelling like a public urinal. Take a shower, slut."

Toweling off, afterwards, I looked in mirror, twisting and turning to examine most of my body. I was horrified to see welts and bruises everywhere! Fortunately, my clothes covered them all, but I winced as I dressed gingerly. On the drive to the school, I learned that I could neither put all my weight onto the seat cushion, nor could I rest my back against the back of the seat. My feet ached in my tight shoes. I was constantly reminded of the brutal and magnificent power that Miss Amanda had displayed. 

And I could not help but worry, "What will my Mistress say, when she sees the state I am in, when I return home after school?"

Class Time Ch. 03



To say that my Mistress was angry would be quite an understatement.

At the end of the school day I returned to our home. Mistress Polly greeted me with a question, "How did your evening with Amanda go, my pet?" (see "Class Time - Ch. 02"). 

As I was trying to decide how to answer, I walked close to her and knelt down so that I could kiss her foot as I usually do in greeting her. This simple act of worship always thrills me, giving me a chance to express my gratitude and love for her. But her trained eye noticed the awkwardness of my movements, so different from my characteristic grace.

She allowed me to kiss her foot, but then said quietly, "Stand up, pet, and remove your clothing. Let me see you."

I did as I was told, but could not prevent myself from wincing as I eased myself out of my garments. For some unfathomable reason, I could not look her in the eyes as I revealed my body. Therefore, I did not see her expression but I did hear a sharp intake of breath from her as my battered, bruised flesh came into view.

"This is how Amanda returns the gift that I gave her? I specifically instructed that you should be returned undamaged!"

Knowing that was not a question that she actually wished me to answer, I stood silently as she walked around me, touching me gently and inspecting the extent of the damage. Finally, she asked, "What exactly did Amanda do to you to cause this?"

"Most of what you see is probably due to the harsh flogging that she gave me, Mistress. She seemed to go into a sort of frenzy, striking very viciously."

I still could not meet her eyes, but I felt my body trembling with emotion as I recalled those moments.

"So when Amanda went out of control, why did you not use your safeword?" Mistress asked, quite reasonably.

"I was gagged and suspended, Mistress. She and I had not agreed upon either a safeword or a signal for any emergencies," I replied, hearing my voice starting to break.

Inexplicably, I began thinking that perhaps what had occurred was in some way my fault. Perhaps because I am a teacher, and that was a 'training' session for Miss Amanda. Maybe I should have immediately started discussing safewords when were in the car driving to Miss Amanda's house. But she was in control of me; was it my place to correct her, or in any way tell her what to do? And yet she is young and inexperienced, and I have more knowledge than she; maybe it was indeed up to me. My mind was whirling with confusion.

My Mistress may have sensed my thoughts, because with an apologetic tone of voice she said, "Oh my dear pet. I feel that I have failed you. I completely misjudged Amanda's readiness, and put you in a dangerous situation. I should have been there, observing and directing. I will try to make it up to you. Come with me."

With that, she led me to the bathroom. She removed her own clothing, rather than commanding that I do it. My heart accelerated, as it always does when my Mistress becomes nude in my presence.

She is several inches taller than me, and my aches, pains and stiffness did not detract one bit from my appreciation of her body as she revealed it. My eyes drank in the sight of her cascade of honey-brown hair, her sensuous mouth, and her eyes that are such a beautiful blue when she is pleased, and that mysteriously transform to a piercing green when she is angry. And her neck -- the safest place in the world for me, when she allows me to nestle there.

As she shrugged off her upper clothing, my mouth watered as her generous breasts came into view. I longed to run my fingertips from their pale bases up to their dark rose colored peaks. Her belly is another place I love to worship, pressing my lips against her flesh there, tasting her, inhaling her scent, rubbing my cheeks against her warm softness. 

As her remaining clothing pooled at her feet, my eyes were drawn to her neatly trimmed bush of honey gold pubic hair, so curly and downy and soft to the touch, as well I know. Next they traveled the wondrous journey down her shapely thighs and legs, all the way to her dainty toes. I am sure this display was part of my therapy. 

Turning to the shower, she treated my to a lovely view of her buttocks as she adjusted the water temperature. Either she was being extra careful to get it exactly right, or she was giving me extra time to admire those pert cheeks that I love so much to service in any manner she requires.

Carefully, she helped me to get under the spray. Joined me. Took the soap and lathered me. Shampooed my hair. 

Under her gentle ministrations, the protective knots and spasms that had formed in my muscles began to melt. When she could, she held me against her, cradling and cuddling me under the soothing spray. This display of her love and caring touched me so deeply that I began quietly crying. Crying with happiness. My tears were washed away by the flow of the water, but I was certain my Mistress was aware of my emotions.

"Are you feeling better now, my dear pet?" she whispered into my ear. Her intimate tone invited me to snuggle closer, my head cradled against her neck, her bush gently brushing my buttocks with each of her breaths.

"Yes, Mistress. Your cherished cunt girl feels infinitely better now", I answered, turning my head and gazing once again into her lovely eyes, which were now a glittering blue.

"Good. I am very pleased to hear that." A smile broke out on her lips. "Now for the ultimate test. Does my cunt girl feel good enough to cum?"

I felt my heart skip a beat. Both of us pressed together naked; of course I felt good enough. "Yes, Mistress", I replied, reinforcing my answer with vigorous nodding.

"Why did I know that would be your response?" she said with a laugh. "Very well. I give you permission to cum; you do not have to beg this time."

My back was pressed against her front, with my head cradled between her neck and her left shoulder. Both of her arms embraced me. Her left arm encircled my torso at the level of my breasts, her left hand caressing them into ecstasy. Her right arm came around my right flank, and her right hand slipped through the folds of my labia, her fingers stroking my vaginal tunnel, while her thumb toyed expertly with my very sensitive clit.

Having such tenderness rained upon me by this woman that I love and serve quickly brought me to my orgasmic peak. I tried to hold back. I wanted this moment -- this pleasure -- to last as long as possible. My excitement climbed higher and higher, until I stood at a dizzying height of arousal. My energy could no longer be contained in the restrictive confines of my body. It blasted loose, channeling itself outward between my quivering thighs, carrying with it a copious amount of my nectar, propelled by my rippling vaginal muscles.

My Mistress continued caressing me both externally and internally at my breasts and cunt, ensuring that my release would be complete. When I gave a shuddering gasp and slumped in her arms, she switched to merely holding me until I eventually regained control of my legs.

"Thank you, Mistress," I finally managed to whisper. "That was simply... amazing."

"That scream as you came was a pretty solid clue that you were enjoying it," she chuckled.

She kissed my temple, and assisted me out of the shower. Drying us both off, she took me into her bed and we talked for quite some time in greater detail about my experience with Amanda.

She summarized, "So Amanda made several mistakes. While her behavior with you at the school, and in her car was acceptable, she did not take the time to discuss your limits with you. By the time she got you to her house, it still had not occurred to her to establish some agreed-upon safeword with you. Knowing she was going to gag you, she also did not formulate some manner for you to indicate with a gesture or sounds that you needed to safeword.

"She apparently also lost control of her actions during your flogging. A Mistress must always retain her control. And I am completely astonished to hear that she begged you to do something for her, rather than remaining in command. I can see that she needs a firm hand instructing her. I have just the hand to do it."

Very soon thereafter, I was handing Amanda another sealed envelope. This time, I knew what its contents said:

"Amanda, molly's report gives me a good idea of the progress that you are making. You are showing good potential, but I feel that you might benefit more if I were present to assist in your actions and development. Consequently I would like to bring molly on a visit to your house. Some time on a weekend would be preferable. Perhaps this Saturday, or the one after that. Please let me know via molly if either of those are convenient for you."

I could see the gleam in her eyes, and the wolfish smile that chased around her lips as she imagined once again having me under her control.

"Please tell your Miss that I already have a commitment for this Saturday, but next Saturday is completely open. I would love for her to bring you for a visit then."

This felt like good news to me. It would give me another week and a half to heal. Some of the smaller bruises had already faded, but I was still not moving with my usual fluidity.

On the appointed Saturday, Mistress drove us to Amanda's. Before our arrival she had asked Amanda if she could pull her car into Amanda's garage. I don't know if Amanda thought that to be an unusual request, but she told Mistress that half of the two-car garage was empty, and she would leave its door open.

After we drove in, Amanda greeted Mistress at the door between the garage and the house. At Mistress's bidding, she pushed the button which closed the garage door, plunging its interior into gloom.

We proceeded into the well appointed living room, where Mistress sat in a comfortable chair, and I sank to a kneeling position by her side. As before, Amanda's house was comfortably warm. Amanda offered us cool drinks, so Mistress quietly gave me a command. "Crawl back to the car and fetch your water bowl, pet."

"Yes Mistress," I said with a smile, crawling happily away.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Amanda regarding me with an amused grin as Mistress explained, "I brought some of my equipment in the car, in case we needed it."

I returned, clenching my water bowl in my teeth, and proudly plopped it near my Mistress's foot. Amanda gave my Mistress her drink, and poured mine into my bowl. I lapped at it, much as a dog would, trapping the drink between my tongue and the far side of the bowl so that I could scoop it more efficiently into my mouth. I believe I heard Amanda chuckling, but I did not look up to verify this. The drink was cool, sugary and refreshing; I was glad to have the extra energy for what I imagined was to come during our visit here.

When I had finished my drink, Mistress spoke to me, "Pet, strip for us, erotically."

Obediently, I rose to my feet and began imagining sensuous music. My body began swaying; my hips began grinding and churning as my fingers plucked teasingly at my clothes. Layer by slow layer I peeled away my garments, tossing each one artistically aside as it became free from my body.

Even after I was completely naked, my Mistress let me continue to dance until my body glowed with a healthy sheen of sweat. The bruises and welts were completely gone, and my muscles moved easily. I let my hands glide over my skin, adding pleasurable sensations to my movements. My fingernails teased my areolae until they crinkled, my finger pads dancing over their pebbled textures. Still dancing, I cupped my breasts, offering them to my Mistress, and to Amanda, wanting to seduce them both with my gifts. The air around me was perfumed with the scent that I emit when I am mildly aroused and happy.

Mistress complemented me, saying, "Excellent, pet. Now kneel close enough to let the heat from your body warm my leg."

As I did so, Mistress fell into discussion with Amanda, covering some of the aspects of Amanda's earlier treatment of me, showing how thoroughly she visualized our interactions. She praised Amanda's control and humiliation of me in the classroom, her clever use of the overcoat in conveying me from the school to her home. She laughed, along with Amanda, about the fun it must have been to transform me into her puppy, complete with collar, tail, and leash. She soon had Amanda glowing with pride -- almost preening herself.

"Now I would like to see your basement. I gather that a good deal of interesting actions took place there. But before we do that, would you show me your wardrobe? I would like to see you dressed in something sexy, revealing, and appropriate."

I could tell that Amanda was flattered by this request. Leaving me sitting by Mistress's chair, the two of them went into Amanda's bedroom. I am still not certain what transpired in that bedroom, but when they emerged I was surprised to see Amanda walking on black stilettos that must have had 6 inch spike heels, and wearing only two pieces of black leather. A combination bra and corset clung to her top, while leather briefs snugly covered her sex.

"Collar molly's neck as you did before and attach her leash, Amanda. Then lead her down the stairs, so I can watch."

Amanda was only too happy to comply. She took the leather collar and strapped it snugly to my neck. I knelt up straighter as she did this, both to make my neck more available to her, but also to let my naked body 'accidentally' brush against the warm leather covering hers.

As she bent over to clip the leash to my collar, her ample breasts threatened to spill out over the top of the bra that encased them. I licked my lips reflexively, as I imagined what those luscious globes would taste like in my mouth. I shivered in delight, imagining them tumbling into view and being ordered to assist in tucking them back into place. But Amanda straightened up, giving the leash a sharp tug, leading me to the stairs that descended into her basement.

Mistress watched all this carefully, then said, "Fine. Now, concerning the way that you tied molly's wrists. There is a special method that secures the wrists firmly, but safely. Hand me the rope please."

Amanda fetched a length of rope and handed it to Mistress. Anticipating her next command, I rocked back onto my heels, lifting my arms.

Mistress looked at me. "No, pet. For Amanda to truly understand the benefit of this knot, she must experience it for herself. Amanda, hold out your arms for me."

She used The Voice to reinforce this last sentence. Amanda blinked, but raised her arms. Seemingly faster than I can write this, my Mistress expertly tied Amanda's wrists snugly, leaving a loop between them. Before Amanda could think to react, Mistress grabbed her forearms and lifted them, flipping the loop over the hook suspended from the joist above. A slight tug on the pulley rope, and Amanda was stretched up onto tiptoe in her stilettos.

"What are you doing?" Amanda was genuinely confused.

Mistress ignored her question, turning to me to say, "Fetch me a ball gag, my pet. You will be my handmaiden for this lesson." 

I found a ball gag, offering it to her. "Go ahead, pet. Strap that onto her for me. Make it nice and snug." 

Amanda began to protest. Mistress took hold of Amanda's chin, locking eyes with her. "Hush. This is part of your training. Open your mouth." 

Once again The Voice worked its magic. With no further fuss, Amanda opened her mouth, permitting me to insert the ball gag. My facial expressions and body language disclosed the glee that I felt as I pulled the straps so tight that Amanda could barely make any sounds. It felt so good to be turning the tables on her.

Noticing this, my Mistress sobered me at once. Her command rang out, echoing off the stark walls of the basement, "On your knees, pet! Now!"

I heard the displeasure in her voice, so as I dropped to my knees I lowered my gaze, assuming a neutral expression.

"Listen to me very carefully, my pet. In school, you are Amanda's teacher; that role has not changed. Outside of school, you are a natural submissive, just as Amanda and I are natural dominants. I have decided that the best way to illustrate some of the mistakes that Amanda made is for her to experience them first hand from the viewpoint of the submissive.

"You are here as my handmaiden, assisting me in this instruction. I want to make it very clear that even though you will observe Amanda in this role of a submissive, I do not want you to lose any respect for her. When her lesson is over, she will still be a dominant, and you will still be a submissive. If I choose to lend you to her for more practice, I expect you to obey her as you would me. Do you understand?"

I kept my gaze downward as I answered humbly, "Yes, Mistress. I am here to serve."

Turning her attention to Amanda she said, "That goes for you as well. When you are in her classroom, you are her student. She is your professor. I will not countenance any disrespect from you toward her in that role. She has a lot of knowledge to share with you and the other students. You will not attempt to dominate her in any manner without my approval. Rest assured that molly will not think less of you for seeing you submitting to me for this lesson. Do you understand all this, and agree to it? Either nod agreement, or shake your head."

I looked up into Amanda's face, and saw her eyes, a lovely shade of brown dotted with flecks of gold, looking deeply into Mistress's eyes. She nodded her agreement. Mistress smiled and rewarded her with a gentle caress along her cheek.

Turning back to me, Mistress leaned over, patting my head tenderly. "Crawl to the car and fetch my crop for me."

I scooted away on all fours, happy that I could crawl naked into a gloomy garage rather than out onto the driveway. My Mistress thinks ahead. I returned with her crop clenched my teeth, conveying with my eyes what a joy it is to serve her.

"I have decided to call you mandy, to give you a better taste of being the submissive," my Mistress said to Amanda.

Turning to me, she went on to say, "Undress mandy for me, my pet."

My hands went to the back of the corset, beginning to unlace it. I could not see Amanda's eyes as I did this, but I had to wonder what she was thinking as she stood helpless, being made more vulnerable moment by moment. The corset finally came free, and I respectfully folded it, placing it on a table.

Kneeling down behind Amanda, I slipped the stilettos off of her feet. Remaining on my knees, I took hold of the leather briefs and pulled downward. It took a little wriggling of my hands to work the tight fitting garment free from her hips, but once it reached her thighs removing it was easy.

I enjoyed the view of Amanda's nude back and buttocks, and the interesting mixture of Amanda's scent mixed with that of leather. My Mistress, standing on the other side of her undoubtedly also enjoyed the view of her full breasts, firm tummy, and the golden down that covered the valley between her thighs. 

Mistress adjusted the pulley rope so that Amanda could stand on her tiptoes, now that her shoes were gone.

"Kneel by my left side, my dear girl. I want you to have a good view," Mistress instructed me.

She waited until I had settled myself, then without a hint of anger or malice suddenly struck Amanda harshly with the crop four times. The first blow caught her on her belly, which made her bend forward slightly. The next two blows struck each breast with deadly accuracy, Amanda flinching backwards from the pain. This, of course, pushed her hips forward. The final blow struck her squarely on her cunt.

It all happened so fast that Amanda could only start to scream behind her gag after the fourth blow had registered. Tears sprang from her eyes and she danced on tiptoes swaying back and forth.




Class Time Ch. 03



Mistress gave her a minute or two to fully appreciate the sensations; then stepped quietly to her side and delivered four more cruel strokes with her crop. These struck Amanda on each ass cheek, and on the back of each thigh. I winced each time I heard the crack of the crop on her bare flesh, imagining the sharp pain she must be feeling.

The ropes secured to Amanda's wrists creaked as she sagged, her legs unable to support her weight as her thighs went into spasm. Amanda was crying and sobbing, her sounds still garbled by the tight gag.

Mistress stepped back in front of her and stood waiting -- a picture of calmness and patience. When Amanda had recovered enough to regain her precarious footing, Mistress quietly inquired, "Now mandy, would you like some more of this treatment?"

Amanda began shaking her head to signal 'no', and said things neither of us could understand because of the gag, although she tried to say them very loudly.

"Well mandy, we have a bit of a problem here," my Mistress went on to say. "You see, saying 'No' is part of the game sometimes. Submissives often like to say 'No' -- even shout 'No!' -- when all the time in their heart they are screaming 'Yes! Yes... please do it to me!' because that is what they truly desire. Protesting merely enhances their experience. The dominant needs to be able to tell the difference.

"That is why we have safewords, agreed upon ahead of time by both parties. If the submissive really needs for us to stop, they will utter their safeword as a clear signal. If the submissive is to be gagged, there has to be an agreed upon clear gesture that the submissive can use to communicate the need to stop. Don't you wish that you and I had agreed upon these before we started?"

Wide eyed, Amanda nodded very vigorously. I was fascinated by the rapid pulsations of blood that I could see in a vessel at the base of her neck, giving me a clue about her current heart rate.

My Mistress can be quite an actress when she wishes to be. With a look of mock astonishment on her face, she continued, "And limits. Gosh! We never discussed those before starting, did we?"

As she was saying this, she pulled a pack of needles from her pocket. These look like the tops of syringes, but at the base of each were colorful pieces of plastic.

"Some people like having these shoved into their flesh, arranged in pretty patterns. Of course, there tends to be some bleeding whenever we do this."

Taking a firm grasp of Amanda's right tit, she asked, "Shall I insert a few, mandy, just to give you the idea?"

Beads of sweat were forming on Amanda's forehead as she shook her head violently side to side. She was trying to pull herself backwards. I could see that her heart rate had accelerated even more. I could smell her fear, and I did not blame her one bit.

"See? Here we go again with the confusion," Mistress mused. "Do you really mean no, or are you just playing at saying no? How can I tell? The knowledge of safewords and limits is crucial. Do you now see why?"

Amanda nodded slowly, the point having been made. She relaxed visibly as Mistress put away the needles. I also breathed a sigh of relief. I had no desire to even see needles puncturing skin, let alone feel it. I know some people enjoy it; I am not judging them at all. To each, their own. But I noticed that none of the three of us even had any body piercings.

Mistress turned now to me, asking, "Is the flogger she used on you around here, pet? Get it for me."

I heard a sound from Amanda that might have been a groan, as I placed the flogger in Mistress's hands. Stepping behind Amanda, Mistress began flogging her back and ass, judiciously judging her force. She has done this to me many times, creating an amazing wealth of sensations ranging from stinging pain to pleasurably sensitized skin. She often mixes both in her treatment of me, and it looked like she was doing the same now to Amanda.

Finishing her treatment of Amanda's rear, Mistress commanded, "Go behind mandy, my girl. Lick her ass until I tell you to stop."

Obediently, I rose up on my knees behind Amanda, grasping an ass cheek in each hand, noting that while they were reddened and hot, there was no evidence of any welts. I took my time slowly licking along her ass crack, up onto each cheek, along the folds where the buttocks meet the thigh, and ultimately across her tiny puckered rosebud.

Meanwhile, Mistress was methodically flogging Amanda's tits and her tummy, mixing the pain/pleasure sensations there with those I was creating at her backside. I could judge how hard the impacts must be by the motions of Amanda's body as she jerked, hanging from her wrists. Some of her actions forced her body back against my face. On occasion, my tongue might happen to be right at her rosebud as she jerked, causing it to press hard against, or even stab right through her clenched anal ring. It might have been my imagination, but it seemed that Amanda made an even louder noise when that occurred.

"Enough, my pet. Sit back on your heels and hold mandy's legs well apart."

Obeying, I glanced around Amanda's hip and looked into Mistress's face. She was holding the flogger handle in one hand and its strands in the other as she gazed calculatedly at Amanda's exposed crotch.

I felt Amanda's body starting to shake, and felt her trying to draw her legs back together protectively. I had to change my position, praying that Mistress would not be angered by my doing so without asking permission. But Amanda's legs were so powerful compared to my arms, I could not otherwise have obeyed the command to hold her legs apart. I sat down on my butt, swinging my legs forward between hers, planting my feet on the ground. This allowed me to add my leg strength to my arms. Now, struggle as she might, Amanda could not close her thighs. I looked up and saw her shaking her head side to side, making loud sounds through the gag, probably pleading with Mistress not to flog her pussy.

"Now we come to a very important part of the lesson, mandy. As the dominant, you must never lose control. The submissive is helpless. Losing control can be quite dangerous. Discipline yourself."

When my Mistress uses The Voice, she often speaks in terse sentences, each one striking the mind like palpable impacts, drilling home the message.

She went on to say, "Yes, your cunt is going to be flogged, because I wish to do it. You will just have to accept that this is going to happen. Anticipating it can be a delicious part of the experience. Pet, let go of mandy's legs for the moment. Come and massage my arm. I want my muscles to feel refreshed for this next part."

Amanda remained naked and suspended, trying to ease the ache in her own arms by pressing her toes to the concrete floor as I massaged Mistress's arm. Her muscles were indeed tensed up due to the flogging she had administered. My skillful hands began kneading and stroking her warm flesh. I reveled in the textures under my fingertips. My heart was light as I thoroughly enjoyed serving my Mistress in this manner. Seeing the blissful expression on her face, and hearing her sighing in relief as the knots gradually melted away were my ample rewards.

Amanda could not comment. She could only watch, imagining what it was going to feel like as the flogger stands whipped across her crotch.

Her waiting, imagining and wondering came to an end. Mistress instructed me, "Pet, go behind mandy again, and brace her legs apart." 

As I sat down on the floor behind Amanda, starting to pull her legs to each side, she only resisted for a moment, ultimately giving in to the inevitable. With my arms, I parted her legs, placing my own legs between them again, planting my feet firmly on the cold concrete floor.

Looking around Amanda's hip, I saw Mistress stroking the flogger strands through her hand, prolonging the onset for just a minute or two. I watched her arm go back, shaking the flogger slightly to untangle its strands, and then flick forward. For a brief moment, the tips of the strands appeared before my face as they curled around Amanda's sex, licking up onto her buttocks. 

Even gagged, her scream was impressive! Her thighs tried to clamp together, but that movement was blocked by my arms and legs as I strained to keep her open for Mistress's access. Again and again the strands flicked up between her spread thighs. Sometimes the impacts were gentle kisses; sometimes they were harsh attention-getters.

Mistress was watching Amanda's responses carefully, expertly creating a fascinating mixture of pleasure and pain. And her actions were having the desired effect on Amanda. From my vantage point, I could see her labia gradually engorging and opening. Her juices began to appear at her opening, glistening in the light and moistening the flogger strands. Her reflexive attempts to close her thighs together lessened and lessened. Her sounds, her breathing patterns changed. Her scent, originally loaded with overtones of fear, transformed into her perfume of pure, raw arousal. And, as a final indication of her acceptance, she began tilting her pelvis forward, toward Mistress, as if offering her cunt to her. 

The whipping sounds of the flogger ceased. "Pet, you can release mandy's legs now. Come kneel near me."

I did so, and in so doing, changed my position from sitting on the cold floor to my more characteristic kneeling position. The concrete felt a bit abrasive on my knees, but this allowed my cold-numbed buttocks to begin warming themselves with fresh blood. 

Putting down the flogger, Mistress stepped close to the suspended girl, removing her gag. Amanda worked her jaw several times once the ball was removed. Mistress lowered her enough to let her feet firmly support her.

"So mandy, how would you describe this flogging experience?" Mistress inquired.

Amanda paused to consider how to reply. "It hurt a lot at first, Miss Polly, especially on my pussy." Her voice was rough and strained from her attempts to communicate through the gag.

"But as it continued, it became..." Her voice trailed away for a moment as she tried to find the correct word. "Exciting... even arousing, Miss." She blushed at this revelation.

"Its sounds as if you are learning that flogging can have many outcomes, and certainly does not require marring the submissive's skin with unsightly welts when told not to damage her."

Amanda lowered her gaze, ashamed as she recalled what she had done to me. Lesson learned, perhaps.

"Pet, go fetch a glass of water for mandy, and help her to drink it."

Not having been commanded to crawl, I rose fluidly and did her bidding. Amanda's wrists were still secured to the overhead hook when I returned with the water. 

I approached, saying, "Miss Amanda, may I serve you this drink?"

She merely nodded, parting her lips slightly. I carefully tipped the glass at her lips, assisting her effort to drink. My Mistress smiled her approval of my manner and actions. I believe she was noting if I was still showing the proper respect to Amanda, as she had warned me.

Mistress freed the loop between Amanda's wrists from the overhead hook, but left them tied together.

Using The Voice, she commanded, "Lie down face up, mandy!"

Amanda awkwardly sank to the floor, since it was difficult for her to use her hands to lower her upper torso.

Mistress continued her instructions, "Now raise your hands to the floor above your head."

As Amanda complied, Mistress walked to where her wrists ended up, placing her shoe on the loop between them, pinning her arms to the floor.

"Listen carefully, mandy. You may not cum without my permission. If you do so, your punishment will be severe. Welts would be the least of your problems. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Polly", Amanda replied in a strangely meek voice.

"Good." Mistress spoke now to me, "Pet, use your hands and mouth on mandy. Do whatever you wish to excite her."

Amanda was already excited, I found, as I knelt by her side, slipping two fingers past her swollen labia and into her squishy vaginal passage. I began churning her juices into a froth as my other hand began stroking her breasts, lowering my lips to kiss her very vulnerable tummy. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, feeling how her tits and cunt responded to my caresses, and tasting the sweat sheening her belly as she squirmed beneath me. It was only a few minutes before her moans became desperate pleas as she begged Mistress to let her cum.

Mistress used The Voice in full force speaking to me, since I was falling into an erotic 'feeding frenzy' by this point: "Stop, molly!"

Amanda groaned with a mixture of relief and frustration as my mouth and hands immediately broke contact.

Her Voice now targeted Amanda. "First, mandy, you will satisfy me, in any manner I see fit. We will see if you can earn such a reward. Also, remember this: never beg a submissive for what you want. Command her. Remain exactly as you are on the floor."

Mistress stepped off of the rope loop between Amanda's wrists. She turned toward me, holding her arms out from her sides, saying: "Undress me, molly."

This is one of my favorite commands. I reverently removed each article of her attire, deftly undoing buttons and zippers, carefully easing her clothes off. My eyes danced with delight as her gorgeous body came into view. I purposely leaned close as I served her, inhaling the fragrant scent made more manifest by her now uncovered skin.

Mistress placed one foot on the floor past Amanda's body, facing her, and stood straddling her torso at the level of her chest. Her fingers entered her soft down, spreading her pussy lips wide apart. Amanda's eyes seemed riveted to that open cleft.

Smiling, Mistress asked her, "Do you like what you see? Do you want to taste me?"

Amanda's mouth may have gone dry at that question, because instead of verbalizing an answer, she nodded, wetting her lips with a darting pink tongue.

Mistress grinned, saying, "Good girl, mandy. Open your mouth, and keep it open." And she started lowering her pelvis toward Amanda's mouth.

I believe both Amanda and I were shocked when Mistress began pissing! The golden stream that arced from her urethral opening splashed into Amanda's mouth, onto her face and into her hair! Amanda shut her eyes, but obediently kept her mouth open; I could see her throat starting its swallowing movements as her mouth threatened to overflow.

As Mistress finished peeing, she noted that some of the back splash had ended up on her own legs. Stepping free of Amanda's torso, she said, "Clean my legs, molly".

I knelt close to her, humbly licking her legs until all the errant drops of urine were completely gone. By the time I finished, Amanda's mouth was empty. I have no idea if she swallowed all that, or let the remainder dribble out of her lips.

Again straddling Amanda, but this time higher, and turning to face Amanda's feet, Mistress knelt down planting her cunt on Amanda's face.

"Use your mouth and tongue, mandy. Make me cum," she commanded.

As Amanda began licking and sucking, Mistress pinched Amanda's nipples harshly. The sudden shock caused Amanda to scream into Mistress's pussy.

"I love those vibrations when you scream like that, mandy," she explained, with a secret wink at me. I grinned back, suppressing a laugh.

Judging by the slurping sounds I was hearing, I think Mistress's toying with Amanda's tits was inspiring her to renewed vigor. But Mistress, now moaning softly, said, "Go to mandy's feet, and hold her legs apart again."

As I obeyed, Mistress began spanking Amanda's pussy with her open palm, urging her: "Faster mandy! Get that tongue deep now! Swirl it!" And within a minute or two, I saw Mistress's body stiffen slightly; then she began mashing her cunt on Amanda's face as her orgasm crashed through her body. Her cum juices drenched Amanda's face!

Mistress finally slumped forward onto her hands, her dripping pussy still against Amanda's face. Turning her face toward me, she whispered, "Untie her hands while I rest, my girl".

As I untied the knots from Amanda's wrists, I also massaged the deep impressions that the ropes had pressed into her flesh, helping the circulation return faster to the area.

Signaling me to assist her, Mistress rose to her feet, looking down at the woman lying in a pool of her cum. Amanda looked quite messy, her golden mane of hair plastered to her head with a mixture of fluids.

Mistress asked her, "How excited are you now, mandy?"

"Very excited still, Miss Polly. Please. Please may I cum?"

Mistress answered with a grin, "You did a good job, and you asked me very politely, so I give you permission to cum. But you may not touch yourself, or rub yourself against anything." Looking at the clock on the wall, she went on to say: "You have 5 minutes to cum, starting now."

Amanda looked around wildly, trying to think how to obey. What a quandary! Not allowed to touch herself, or even rub against things! Her eyes fixed upon me, still kneeling by her feet. She cleared her throat, and used The Voice to command me: "Crawl up here! Suck my cunt lips and clit... hurry, slut!"

"Yes, Miss Amanda!" I quickly scrambled up until my mouth could latch onto her sopping cunt, and dove in.

I knew I had to work fast to help her meet that imposed deadline. I was stroking her sensitive inner thigh with one hand, while my other hand pressed on her mound, caressing her lower belly sensuously. Mistress told me later that she was nodding her approval of the manner in which we reestablished our relationship roles so smoothly. Amanda started moaning almost instantly, and as I glanced up her torso, I saw that she almost reached for her tits. She stopped herself just in time, remembering Mistress's orders. Her moans increased in volume; she began arching up off the floor.

"Stick your fingers in me! Finger me!" she cried. My fingers sank into her heated wetness, seeking to press and rub her G-spot.

She grabbed my head, pulling my lips to her clit. "Suck me here! Now!"

With either instinct or cleverness, Amanda skirted Mistress's command by touching me; using me as a tool, rather than touching herself. I barely began sucking when her cunt erupted, spewing a copious discharge all over my face, neck and breasts.

After a sufficient recovery time, we all showered, with lots of good-natured soaping, rinsing and giggling together. Toweling ourselves mostly dry -- I doubt I will ever really be completely dry around these two lovely women -- we settled in the warm family room, all of us still naked.

Mistress and Miss Amanda sat in a casual embrace on the sofa, as they discussed the finer points of the session, and the lessons learned. My two dominants decided to use me as a lap warmer, so I stretched out, face down, over both of their laps. I felt their hands idly caressing me as they talked, and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep in their care.



Class Time Ch. 04



I was beside myself with shock and anxiety.

"What do you mean, Mistress? What letter from my supervisory board?" I fear I was speaking rather loudly and shrilly, but my Mistress graciously overlooked my lack of courtesy this time.

"As I said, a letter came from your supervisory board. It was addressed to you, but as your Mistress, I felt it was my duty to open it. Apparently, rumors about that class you presented in human sexuality somehow circulated back to your board. They sounded concerned about your alleged unorthodox teaching style in that class." (see "Class Time") 

I felt the familiar heat of a flush of embarrassment radiating from my face and neck. My heart rate climbed to dangerous levels as I thought about my actions on that day, and how my supervisors would feel about them.

She went on to say, "The letter basically said that they wanted you to appear before them, and relate your side of the story."

My stomach seemed to twist into a knot. The thought of facing them, of trying to explain what happened that day, was almost too much to contemplate. I could visualize their stern faces as they listened to my stammering explanation. I could already hear them telling me to clean out my desk, telling me that I was fired.

"When..." I squeaked as my mouth dried up with fear. I tried wetting it with saliva and swallowing hard, and tried again. "When do I have to meet with them, Mistress?"

"Oh my dear girl. That letter arrived over two weeks ago," she answered with a maddening smile.

"What!? Two weeks ago? They think that I have been ignoring them for two weeks?" In my anxiety, I had balled my hands into fists, and I was pounding them on my thighs. I am sure that my face was a mask of horror.

"On your knees now, pet!" Mistress snapped. "Lace your hands together behind your head! Arch your back a little, and take deep breaths!"

Instinctively reacting to her commands, my body assumed the position she demanded, and I began breathing deeply, my mind still awhirl. I became aware of the scent of the acrid sweat that I was emitting due to my fear. With my arms up in this position, I could even feel the sweat beads trickling from each of my armpits.

"You are flying off the handle, molly," Mistress chastised me. "You are reacting before giving me a chance to fully explain. Calm down!"

I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing. I tried hard not to think about a ruined career. I wondered if the fact that my students learned so well, and demonstrated the knowledge that they acquired from me, both on the mandated standardized tests and in letters of praise from their eventual employers, might buy me some leniency in the ordeal to come. But in my mind's eye, all I could visualize was the flint eyed faces of these people I had never met as they sat with crossed arms, staring at me from the other side of a very long table.

Mistress waited until my body language indicated the return of a modicum of self-control before continuing. "As I was saying, the letter arrived over two weeks ago. I immediately arranged a meeting with them, and went and talked to them on your behalf." She must have seen my body jerk slightly at this news. "My girl, it is my duty as your Mistress to take care of you. You know that. It was my presence in your classroom that caused you to deviate from your planned lecture. Therefore, it was up to me to explain to them what had happened."

I was listening very carefully. I was uncertain when she had met with them, but thus far I had suffered no repercussions; no one had come to my classroom to escort me from the building. But perhaps she had only met with them yesterday. Perhaps they were deliberating even now.

"May I ask how the meeting went, Mistress?" I inquired softly.

"Actually, I found them all to be quite charming people. There are two men and two women on the board at the moment. We discussed your classroom instruction on that day in great detail."

I mentally moaned in anguish, hearing the word "detail" from her lips. I could imagine her nonchalantly discussing graphic descriptions of my body, and my actions in that classroom. I love my Mistress, but sometimes I think that she is unaware of how bizarre our lifestyle may appear to outsiders. Not everyone is accepting of Dominant/submissive relationships.

"Did they make you stand in front of a long table, like a schoolgirl called to the principal's office?" I inquired.

"No, my pet. We sat on comfortable chairs, arranged in a circle for our discussion. Their eyes were riveted on me, and I seemed to have their undivided attention as I described the situation on that day. They were already aware that your class consists of consenting adults, so they knew if you are not guilty of corrupting minors," related my Mistress, with perfect calmness.

The word "guilty" made me shudder, but I kept silent so that Mistress would continue explaining what had happened at her meeting.

"Of course, I tried to paint a mental picture of your classroom that day. I described for them how you stripped naked at my command, and climbed up on your desk to give the class a better view," Mistress explained. I may have flushed a brighter scarlet imagining what was passing through the board members' minds during this narrative.

"I knew things were going well when I got to the part about the students closely examining your cunt. As I was discussing this, I noticed that both of the male board members were getting noticeable bulges in their trousers. One of the female board members was unconsciously licking her lips at this point, while the other female was subtly rubbing her thighs together." My Mistress is very observant, as she has proved to me time after time.

"There were smiles and nods of approval when I described the finale of the lesson. They were pleased to hear that the students demonstrated the knowledge they gained by correctly touching and naming each portion of your anatomy. And they were thrilled when they heard about your magnificent demonstration of orgasm to complete the lesson," said my Mistress with a serene smile.

"You told them that I came, right there in my classroom, in front of my students? They were not angry?" I managed to choke out.

"To be accurate, my pet, you climaxed not only in front of your students, but also at the hand of a student -- humping her hand in a frenzy. No, they were not angry. They expressed regrets that they had not been present to witness this interaction. It seemed only fair to offer them a chance to experience something similar firsthand," she concluded.

I tried processing what Mistress meant by this for a moment or two. "Do you mean, Mistress, that they want me to also teach them a class in sexuality?"

"Actually, my dear girl, a better way to describe it is that they want to explore your sexuality," she stated, somewhat obliquely.

"Explore it, Mistress? I am confused," I confessed.

"They want to have sex with you, silly girl," she chuckled.

The word "OH!" popped into my mind. Her meaning became crystal clear.

"All four of them, Mistress?" I found the idea intriguing... even exciting, but one thing troubled me. "What if they agreed to this only to gather personal evidence of my depravity, rather than relying on hearsay?"

"That possibility did occurred to me, sweet girl of mine. So I took out some insurance. As a token of good faith, a guarantee of their sincerity and a barrier against repercussions, my cell phone now has pictures of each of them. Before you ask what kind of pictures, let me assure you they are not the sort of pictures that the board members would like to have made public. I pointed out that if I let you play with them, their bodies would not remain a mystery to me. The pictures show their faces and genitals quite clearly."

"You made them stripped naked for you, Mistress?" I asked with a voice dripping with disbelief.

"That was not necessary. The women hiked up their skirts and pulled down their panties. The men unbuckled and unzipped their trousers enough to free their swollen cocks." She grinned. "I think the men were especially happy to relieve the pressure on their erections. Apparently erections have a tendency to get tangled into clothing painfully.

"I am sure that you need have no fear about them turning on you," she went on. 

Indeed, all of my qualms and fears had evaporated as I marveled at how thoroughly my Mistress takes care of me. My smile had returned, my stomach had lost it's knots, and my heart and breathing rates were almost back to normal. Being a highly sexual creature, I was beginning to anticipate meeting with those people sometime in the future.

Mistress continued, saying, "So I have arranged a sort of party with them. That way they can get to know you better."

"A party? That sounds like fun. When are you holding it, Mistress?" I asked, mentally reviewing our schedules for the upcoming weeks.

She consulted her watch. "Oh, in about 45 minutes from now."

I almost shrieked in dismay, looking at the state of my body and my hair. I was also very conscious of how my body reeked of fear sweat. As usual, Mistress read my mind.

"Go and take a shower, my pet. Hop to it!" she commanded, grinning at my shocked expression.

I scampered up the steps and took one of my fastest showers on record. However, I was not in such a rush that I neglected to cleanse both of my lower openings thoroughly. Since two of the upcoming participants were men, there was always a chance that one or both of them would want to fuck me in my ass. At least I hoped so. I got a perverted thrill from being taken in that nasty way.

Wrapping a towel around myself, I proceeded to blow dry my hair, and tried to work it into some semblance of order. 

Luckily, Mistress had been teasing me about the timetable. The party did not actually start until about an hour and a half after our discussion. Consequently, I was clean, dry, sweet smelling and composed when our doorbell finally rang. 

Mistress had instructed me to wear only my simple black dress, which fell to mid thigh. Therefore, I had on no bra or panties, and was barefoot. Oh yes, I also had on my collar. So this was my appearance as I answered the door, and greeted our guests.

The only mental image I had formed about the board members concerned their faces. Those harsh, disapproving faces that I had imagined staring at me with flinty eyes across their table of judgment. As I opened our door to greet them, I was pleasantly surprised to see four smiling faces, two female and two male. None of them would win any beauty contests, since they were normal, everyday people. But their eyes caught my attention. Their eyes sparkled with anticipation, and signaled happiness to meet me in person.

There was a brief period of introduction at the door, and I tried hard to keep straight who was who. This is usually very difficult for me when I am suddenly bombarded with names. Penny had auburn hair, which reminded me slightly of the copper found in pennies, so that helped. The other woman, who had black hair and slightly larger breasts, was Samantha. The taller of the two men, the one that had sandy colored hair and an elongated face, was named George. And the remaining man, the one with the slightly pudgy belly, introduced himself as Carl.

I took the four of them into our living room and saw that they were seated comfortably. During my shower and preparations, Mistress had prepared light snacks and nonalcoholic beverages, which I now served to our guests. I believe that their eyes widened slightly when I went to kneel on the floor next to Mistress's chair by her leg. Polite conversation followed.

I was beginning to get impatient. The four of them had been giving me searching looks -- almost scorching looks. But no one said anything overt. It was as if they were children looking at a marvelous gift, and shyly trying to figure out how to ask for it politely. My Mistress is very good at sensing peoples' moods. She finally stood up, hooked her finger into the leash loop on my collar and told me to stand up.

"George, Carl, please come over here." With that, she took me to the rear area of the sofa, and pushed me gently forward. This brought my hips into contact with the upright back of the sofa. My head and torso went forward over the back and came to rest on its seat cushions. My feet remained on the floor behind the sofa, but they were nudged apart by my Mistress's foot. Mistress then flipped up the hem of my dress, exposing all my privates, from my ass to my clit. I was certain those two men had a marvelous view at this point.

I got the same rush that I usually do when new eyes gaze upon my intimate treasures. It's a heady mixture of embarrassment, anticipation, and arousal, mixed with a hint of worry that the observer might not find me pleasing. But this pose served to send me quickly into a more submissive state. Once again, I was offering my body to my Mistress. It was hers to use in any way she saw fit.

The men may have been enjoying the view, but apparently their shyness remained. On display for several minutes, my head turned sideways against the sofa cushion, I could see the two women still seated across the room, smiling at this tableau. I could only hear with one ear in this position, and became aware of one or both of the men whispering to my Mistress, but I could not make out the words. I could however understand her reply, because she spoke clearly, saying, "Of course, gentlemen. That is why you are here."

After a brief pause, I felt a cold, trembling fingertip tentatively touching my outer labia. One of the men had grown bold enough to finally touch me. The whispering contact gave me goosebumps that rippled along my thighs. Apparently, since neither I nor my Mistress made any protest, the finger became bolder. It now rippled along the furrow down the center line of my pussy. I closed my eyes, concentrating on that sensation. During its movements, the finger now dipped slowly into my entrance and was greeted with the first of my secretions. I moaned softly.

Another finger began toying with my ass crack. Whether it was the same man, or the other one did not matter. What mattered was the little firecrackers of pleasure that rippled through me as my sensitive nerve endings in that area reported the contact. With my encouraging moans, the hands grew bolder and warmer. They plucked at my labia, whispered over my pee hole, and peeled the hood back from my clitoris to tease its shaft directly. Fingers scooped fluids from my seeping vaginal tunnel, and smeared them over my ass hole. A long groan erupted from my throat as I felt a finger working itself through my anal ring and into my hot tight butt.

The women finally got up from their chairs and came over to sit on either side of me on the sofa. I kept my eyes closed as one of them began stroking my hair. She even leaned over and began kissing my cheek and tracing the edge of my ear with her tongue. The other woman was stroking my back from the base of my neck to the small of my back. After a few strokes I felt her hand tug at my zipper, pulling it down towards my hips, opening the back of my dress. Now her hands could slip inside and do magical things to my bare skin. It was heavenly being the focus of attention of these four people.

As I was drifting on this sea of blissful caresses, I felt something new. The entrance to my vagina suddenly stretched and yielded as someone's stiff, pulsating cock plunged inward. Well lubricated by the juices of my aroused cunt, it slid in easily, its generous girth filling my void. I felt his hands grasp my hips firmly as he began pumping that lovely cock in and out of me. Draped over the back of the sofa as I was, I could not push back to meet his thrusts. My body had to remain passive, pinned in place by sofa back, hands, and cock. But my vocal cords were not passive at all as I cried out, "Oh yes! Whoever that is, fuck me! Fuck me like you mean it!"

"You heard her, George," I heard Penny say. "Give it to her good." Her hands slipped under my torso and began kneading my breasts through my dress material. "Once you dump your load in her, I want to get her dress off so I can see and taste these lovely breasts."

At her encouragement, George accelerated his movements, ramming his dick the full length of my tunnel. Each time he skewered inward, his balls would slap against my spread labia. Each slap sent almost electric jolts of pleasure to the core of my body. With my eyes shut, I had not been keeping track of where my Mistress was positioned. But she must have come around the sofa to bend close to my ear, where she whispered, "It will be a lot more exciting for our guests if you cum while you are servicing them. So don't hold back, my pet. Cum as often as you can."

I whispered back, "Yes Mistress. And thank you, Mistress. Thank you for making this happen." I felt her lips press the side of mine. My being glowed with happiness -- happiness that I belonged to her. I relinquished whatever control I had been maintaining to inhibit my reaction to George's vigorous fucking, and began pleading, "Fill my hot, tight little cunt with your cum, George! I need it so badly!"

This plea seemed to trigger something in him. His cock started twitching almost immediately. His hands sank deeply into my hip flesh as his cock starting spewing his load of semen deep inside me. I howled as I felt it fill me, and began shaking in my first orgasm of the day. I heard Samantha say, "Keep your cock in her until I can get there, George," as she shifted off the sofa, and went behind it.

After a few moments, Samantha said, "OK. I'm ready. Ease it out." I felt the slightly softened cock slipping out of my tunnel. But before I could start dripping, a new sensation occurred. Samantha fastened her lips over my vaginal opening, and started sucking. OMG, what a sensation! Her eager mouth pulled George's semen forth from my depths. That terrific feeling caused me to have a mini-orgasm. Or was it an aftershock of the original one? No matter. It made my walls ripple in ecstasy once again, and I promptly expelled the remainder of George's cum into Samantha's waiting mouth.

I heard her walk around the sofa again, and Penny tapped my lips, saying, "Open up molly. Samantha has a gift for you." 

I looked up into Samatha's face, and grinned as I saw her slightly bulging cheeks and pursed lips. She was delivering that load of semen to me, fresh from my own cunt! Her lips sealed over my opened ones, and she released that salty, tangy load directly into my mouth. What a lovely present! I knew I was going to like her a lot. After swallowing her gift, I licked my lips for stray drops and said, "Thank you, Samantha. How can I repay such generosity?"

"You can kiss my pussy, molly," she answered, her cheeks turning a delicate pink as this bold statement hung in the air between us.

"Just kiss it?" I asked with an impish grin.

She giggled. "OK. Eat my pussy. There, I said it!" The pink darkened in a lovely fashion.

Several hands helped me up. My unzipped dress began slipping off my shoulders. I made no attempt to stop its fall, so as I stood up, my dress cascaded down my torso and pooled at my feet. Standing quite naked now, I also made no attempt to cover myself modestly. I reveled in the hungry stares I was receiving from our guests.

While George had been fucking me so thoroughly, Mistress had used the opportunity to place several mats on the floor of our living room. At her signal, I placed myself on my back in the center of this padded area. Samantha straddled my chest, and knelt down placing her knees on either side of my head. I looked up and was rewarded with a view of her now sopping pussy. "

"That certainly looks good enough to eat, Samantha," I said, smiling. "Bring it down where I can reach, please."




Class Time Ch. 04



She started widening her stance, lowering her cunt to my waiting mouth. Her scent enveloped me as her petals blocked out my view of the room.

But as I began lapping, I heard Penny complain, "Lean forward Samantha. Your butt is blocking my access to molly's tits."

The angle of Samantha's pelvis tilted, gently mashing her clit against my nose. Apparently that provided Penny with the access she requested, because I felt her lips beginning to explore my breasts. She also used her hands to knead my flesh there, making it mound up in a delightful manner. Her skills soon had me moaning up into Samantha's cunt.

As if this was not exciting enough, I soon became aware of a finger dampening itself in my oozing vaginal fluids. The finger proceeded to rub and prod at my anal ring. With my view blocked as it was, I could not tell who was doing it. 

My Mistress clarified this for me when she said, "George, you grab that ankle and lift, while I take this one. Let's give Carl better access."

My ankles were lifted into the air and separated from each other in such a manner that someone standing by my feet would see my legs forming the letter "V", with my pelvis tilted back enough that my anus must have appeared at the point of that "V". Carl took full advantage of the access that he was being given. His finger dampened my ass hole thoroughly, and began pressing its way into that puckered opening.

I was in heaven. Happily licking and eating the fragrant pussy covering my mouth, having my tits licked, kissed, and suckled while my ass was reporting the delightful sensations from the finger fucking that it was receiving. 

Samantha's thighs were covering my ears, and I was moaning rather loudly as I was repeatedly jabbing my tongue up into her tunnel, so if she gave any warning signal that she was about to cum, I did not hear it. With a very slight quivering of her labia against my cheeks, she suddenly released a copious discharge of fluid that completely drenched my face. I felt her butt muscles contracting rhythmically against my collarbone, each contraction pressing another jet of fluid into my mouth and onto my face. 

The excitement of feeling her go into orgasm, coupled with the fondling and caressing my sensitive breasts and ass were receiving sent my cunt into its own convulsions, probably wetting Carl's hand thoroughly.

Samantha curled forward into almost a fetal position, resting on her knees and elbows, recovering from her orgasm as I panted beneath her. Her dripping pussy was still over my face, so I cleaned the parts I could reach with my lips and tongue. 

When Samantha had recovered sufficiently, she carefully lifted her body off me and rolled over to a sitting position. Addressing Penny, she reported, "Wow! What a talented tongue this woman has! She really loves eating pussy."

Meanwhile, Penny was playing with my tits. At this moment, she was stretching them far upward by their nipples and then releasing them, apparently mesmerized by their resilience. I found it gratifying, seeing that look of innocent pleasure on her face as she experimented with them. 

"If you pinch right along the edges of my areolae, trapping my nipple in the center, I'll bet you can stretch them even a bit farther," I suggested, ever the teacher.

She opened her thumb and first two fingers wider apart and scooped my areola up as I suggested. As her fingers closed the tissues against my turgid nipple, a wave of pleasure erupted from that area. The pleasure grew as she began stretching upward, and intensified as she added a rolling action between her thumb and fingers. She soon had me moaning loudly once again.

My sounds were loud enough to drown out whatever Carl was whispering into the ear of my Mistress. But I heard her reply as she smiled at him, answering, "Of course you may -- she loves that. Grab a pillow or two from the couch." Looking then at George, she instructed, "Help me lift her butt a bit higher."

Their hands on my ankles pulled upward, and my ass was lifted higher from the mat. Carl returned with the pillows, and slid some of them under my butt, adjusting its height.

While he was doing this, I looked under his portly belly and saw a long, slender cock in magnificent readiness. Since from the very start, he had seemed enamored of my butt hole, I was hoping he was planning to use it now.

I rather boldly asked him, "Carl, are you planning on giving my ass some attention? It really needs it now."

He nodded at me, beaming happily with anticipation.

Penny broke off from her breast play to implore Carl, "Wait. Let me get it ready for you." She straddled my chest, facing my feet, and leaned between my widespread thighs. Bending my head sideways, I was able to look past her torso in time to see her take his cock into her mouth. Her enthusiasm hinted to me that this was not the first time she had ever sucked on his cock. She did a wonderful job getting it all gleaming wet with her saliva.

As I saw her begin to dip his cock to aim it at my asshole, I grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them as far apart as I could, offering my pink, puckered hole.

Carl started easing it in, Penny spitting on its shaft as it slowly disappeared from sight. Several heartfelt grunts erupted from deep in my throat as I felt that magnificent cock fill me, and then begin a barely perceptible pumping action, utilizing only small strokes.

Samantha went behind Carl and started playing with his balls, peering around him to lock gazes with me. As she was doing this, I saw her get an impish look on her face. She sucked on one of her index fingers, getting it nice and wet, preparing to turn the tables on Carl. Chuckling happily, she said to him, "Let's see how you like that sort of attention, Carl."

It was obvious when she started fingering his ass hole, because the first penetration made him buck his hips forward, slamming the entire length of his cock into my tight anal passage. Within a minute of two, Carl was moaning, and begging her not to stop. It was difficult to tell from my vantage point, but I think Samantha's digital manipulations actually controlled the rhythm Carl was using as he ass fucked me. His paced gradually accelerated.

Penny was still straddling my upper chest, turned towards my feet. She scooted back slightly, presenting her fragrant cunt to my mouth, stating, "OK, molly. Samantha said you had a magic mouth. Please prove it to me."

I started licking her labia, enjoying the taste of another new pussy. Penny's hands joined mine on my ass cheeks, aiding me in keeping them spread for Carl's thrusts. She bent down and started licking my completely available cunt, using only her tongue to pry its petals open. She must have had a fantastic view of Carl's cock as it continued its in and out motions in my rear passage.

Mistress and George were still holding my feet, stroking my calves erotically -- especially the backs of my knees.

My Mistress, now in a mischievous party spirit, whispered something to George and suddenly both my big toes were engulfed by their warm mouths! Their sucking action sent amazing shocks of sensual pleasure up my legs directly into my cunt.

I held back my newly approaching orgasm as long as I could, my excitement climbing higher and higher. Finally, I could contain it no longer. I shrieked into Penny's cunt as my cunt exploded into her mouth. As I felt her lips cover my vaginal opening, sucking hard, I covered hers with my own lips, and flicked my tongue rapidly back and forth over her clit. She shuddered and started writhing her torso against mine as her pussy gushed into my mouth, my face drenched with whatever I was unable to swallow.

The sight of the two women in front of him grinding against each other in the throes of orgasm triggered Carl into an orgasm of his own. His cock starting twitching and throbbing with his ejaculation. His hot cum flooded my anal tunnel, the overflow spilling out into my ass crack, triggering a secondary orgasm in me.

As my body gradually stilled its quivering, I found myself completely spent and exhausted. Resting with my eyes closed, I felt several tongues lapping me clean. I did not even have the strength to open my eyes to identify the owners of the tongues. I just enjoyed the sensations.

After our guests got dressed again, each one knelt down next to me to give me a lovely kiss and a whisper of thanks.

As they were leaving, my lips formed into a blissful smile as I heard my Mistress call out to them, "Same time next week?"



Class Time Ch. 05



(Note: since my readers are wondering if the "Susan" in my different tales is all the same person – and the answer is no – the Susan in this series is now Suzette, for further clarification)

The students showed up very early.

All four girls had big smiles on their faces, anticipating today's lesson. Perhaps some of the smiles were inspired by the memory of what had happened when I taught them about female sexuality (see "Class Time"). Today's class, scheduled after lunch time, would cover male sexuality. Amanda flicked her long blonde hair back from her face and asked, rather impishly I thought, "Will Mistress Polly be joining us?"

"No, she cannot be here today," I answered. After the "fiasco" of her last visit (even though things ultimately turned out fine), I admitted to myself that I was a bit relieved about this. Dealing with a naked male in my classroom felt like it would be enough of a challenge to my professionalism. I was determined that this class would be conducted in a much more "normal" manner, and I would keep my simmering passions under tight control.

The students did appear to be attentive, listening to the morning's lessons, and even participated with questions and joined into the general discussions. But I did notice that they seemed to be glancing at the clock more often than they normally did.

Lunch time came, and went.

Now I began glancing at the clock myself, wondering where Michael was. I was certain that I had told him the correct day and time, and had given him clear directions to the classroom. Since I met him in an art class, where he served as the nude model, I didn't think that he was having second thoughts about exhibiting his body for this class. Of course, the situation was not exactly the same. Modeling in an art class is very asexual. I had explicitly explained to him that this class dealt with male sexuality. He had indicated to me that was no problem for him, so where was he? I tried sending him a text, but got no reply.

I could not let our time go to waste. "We will go on to other subjects until Michael gets here," I informed the class. "Don't worry, we will still cover the material once he arrives," I assured them. 

The students' faces and body language clearly displayed their disappointment as the hours passed. I couldn't blame them – I had been looking forward to doing this class ever since I arranged it. Several sodden pairs of panties could attest to how much I had been anticipating it.

Imagine our surprise when 5 minutes before the end of the day Michael came dashing into the room, apologizing profusely. "I had a flat tire," he explained. "Since I don't have a spare, I had to wait until a good Samaritan happened along to take me and the tire to a repair place. To top it off, my cell phone battery ran out of charge yesterday, and I forgot to recharge it, so there was no way I could call for help, or call to let you know what was going on."

"I understand, Michael – these things happen," I reassured him. "Unfortunately the school day has reached its end, so we will have to reschedule."

There were immediate vigorous complaints from the students. Amanda, for instance, argued, "But you promised we would have this class today."

"But the school day is over," I countered. "What do you all expect me to do about that?"

Michael piped in, "I'm here finally, and I have plenty of time. I'm willing to stay right now," he offered.

"Yes. Yes, please let us stay," begged Judy.

"Well, if you're all quite certain." This statement was met with five heads bobbing to signal acceptance. "Let me make a quick phone call."

I called Mistress Polly to let her know I would be late, and why.

She said, "Give them a memorable class, my girl." I was too flustered by this sudden change in my schedule to fully appreciate what this might entail.

Since there were only the 4 young ladies, we cleared a small space in the room as Michael undressed. In the center of this space we placed a low table for him to stand on. When Michael climbed up onto the table, his crotch ended up at head height as we stood around him – perfect for viewing. Unfortunately, my proximity to his exposed crotch made me more aware of his male scent, wafting from his sparse, dark pubic hairs. I tried not to inhale too deeply, or at least be caught doing it.

I began with the basics.

"In the male, gamete production, the formation of sperm, begins in the testes, located in the scrotal sac." I pointed to it.

Michael's uncircumcised penis was draped down over his scrotum at this point. Judy asked, "Can we see it better, Professor?"

"Michael, I will have to lift up your penis. Is that okay with you?" I inquired, looking up his well formed torso, and into his eyes.

"You mean my cock?" he asked, his face turning a delicate pink as the pronounced the word. "Yes, Molly. I'm game for anything," he chuckled with a slightly nervous smile.

I lifted his penis with a delicate thumb and forefinger, trying not to focus on how smooth and warm his flesh felt in my hand. I showed the young ladies his scrotum, covered with a matting of short delicate hairs. "Did he trim those hairs specially for this class?" I wondered to myself.

"The scrotum has a central partition, so each testis is isolated to its own side," I described.

"Could you demonstrate that to us somehow, Professor?" Suzette inquired.

I looked up at Michael, and received his nod of acquiescence.

Swallowing to wet my suddenly dry mouth, I carefully pressed against his right testicle, pushing it towards his left. It shifted, but its movement stopped as it bulged against the middle partition. It felt so good to have an excuse to touch his intimate flesh that it gave me an idea for an addition to this lecture.

"Something you should know, class, is that males should check for testicular cancer as often as we check for breast cancer. Those cancers can be highly aggressive, and need to be detected early." I turned my attention to Michael. "Do you check yourself often, Michael?"

He flushed and stammered a bit, and as I had hoped, admitted, "I have never learned how to do that, Molly – that is, Professor. How should I do it?"

I began explaining and demonstrating, pressing all over the surface of each of his testicles looking for abnormal lumps. Even though I was doing it correctly, and it was for a good reason, I found that I was having trouble keeping the proper professional detachment. I felt a slight trickle running down my thigh. I pressed my thighs together more tightly, in an attempt to stem the flow. I feared that sharp-eyed Amanda would become aware of my loss of composure. Clearing my throat, I told Michael that I could detect no sign of abnormalities. 

Hoping my voice would not betray my altering mood, I went on to explain about the seminiferous tubules where spermatogenesis – sperm formation – takes place. "Spermatogenesis cannot take place at body temperature, so the testes are air cooled to 3 degrees Centigrade lower here outside the body. Temperature adjustments are necessary, so the scrotum has a muscle called the dartos, and testes themselves are attached with a cremaster muscle so if they get too cold, they can be pulled back toward the warmth of the torso." 

Impulsively, I wet my finger, gently dabbed his sac, and blew a stream of cool air across Michael's balls. The students gasped as the scrotum crinkled and the testes rose upward in response. Michael laughed quietly as he felt his balls squirm.

Emboldened, I curled one of my fingers along the back of a testis, to demonstrate the shape and location of the C shaped epididymis which receives the spermatozoa next in their journey.

The students now were leaning close, wide-eyed, hopefully visualizing the internal tubing, and not just ogling this luscious hunk of man meat. "OMG, did I just think that?" I chastised myself.

"The epididymis leads to the vas deferens which loops up over the urinary bladder and has a swollen ampulla right before it enters the prostate gland. Seminal vesicles flank the tube here, and contribute to the semen."

"What is semen, actually?" Suzette asked, her voice a little huskier than I remembered it.

"A mixture of fluids from the seminal vesicles and the prostate gland, along with spermatozoa from the testes," I replied.

"So its not all sperm?" chimed in Judy.

"Oh no, only a small portion is actually sperm. This is why if a man gets a vasectomy, there is virtually no change in the volume of his ejaculate." As I vocalized the word "ejaculate" I felt my pussy give a little twinge of contraction.

"The fluids from those glands mix with the sperm, activating and nourishing them for their journey from the vagina, up through the uterus, and into the Fallopian tubules. To get to the outside, these fluids begin mixing in the ejaculatory duct found inside the side walls of the prostate, and then enter the urethra."

"Urethra – isn't that the tube for urine?" Amanda challenged, a twinkle in her eye – no doubt thinking about peeing and golden showers, if I am any judge of a person.

I tried to answer scientifically. "The urethra serves dual purposes in most animals. In a male human, the urethra actually has 3 sections: prostatic, membranous, and spongy or penile urethra. The latter leads to the outside. Its opening is in the head of the penis, also called the glans. Michael is not circumcised, so his glans has this skin covering, called a prepuce, or foreskin."

Supposedly to demonstrate my point, I encircled his shaft, and pressed toward the base of his cock, and the foreskin drew back, exposing the tiny slit of the urethral opening.

From either the talk, or the touches, Michael's cock had stiffened slightly. As we were looking, a tiny bead of clear fluid emerged from the slit.

"Is that semen?" Suzette, perhaps the least experienced of the four, asked curiously.

"No, it's not. When a male is stimulated, the bulbourethral glands, a special pair of glands at the base of his penis, being secreting this fluid. It's job is to clean the urethra, and remove any acidity, making the environment suitable for launching the semen." Perhaps "launching" was too evocative of a word to use, since I felt my heart accelerate as I said it. "It is referred to as 'precum' by many people, I believe," I stated with an authoritative voice as an attempt to diffuse the impact of the slang expression.

I had to admit to myself that the sight of that precum was turning me on, but I also felt I could not do anything about it. However, Amanda gave me an opening by speculating, "Professor, if that fluid removes acidity, it must be slightly alkaline, and alkaline substances have a mildly bitter taste, right?"

"That is correct, Amanda. Very good thinking."

"Should we taste it, and see? After all, in the class on female sexuality, we tasted someone's vaginal fluids. Remember?" the little tease goaded me. She knew full well it was MY vaginal fluids they all had tasted.

"I don't know," I hesitated. "Perhaps if Michael does not mind?" I looked up again, to see him smile and shrug permissively. "Very well."

I dipped my finger in the bead of precum, only to see more well up in its place. The students waited, watching me as I placed that finger in my mouth and started sucking it. When I made no grimace of distaste, one by one they in turn dipped their fingers, and sampled. After a brief discussion, we agreed that while there might be a hint of bitterness, it was certainly not an unpleasant taste.

Judy then declared, "So if that liquid is from a different gland, precum can't get us pregnant. Right?"

I had to answer honestly. "There may be small amounts of sperm that seep into that fluid. Withdrawal before ejaculation is a risky endeavor. A better way to prevent pregnancy is to use some other birth control, like the pill, which is what I use." This caused my heart to accelerate even more, fearing I had just given too much information.

At that moment, Amanda's cell phone made a dinging sound, signifying the arrive of a text. Such things are not permitted during the school day, but this was after hours. She glanced at it. "Oh! A text from Mistress Polly." She scanned it quickly. Watching her face, I saw her expression transform from surprise to haughty calculation.

"Mistress Polly reminded me that, during school time, I am your student, and therefore I should not dominate you. She pointed out, however, that technically we are outside of school hours right now, and that I should make certain that this class is a 'memorable' one, since she cannot be here with you to help." To my amazement, Amanda now shifted to The Voice, demanding, "What is the next topic you are planning to cover?"

My throat constricted as I felt my body reacting to that tone. Shaking slightly, I choked out, "Erection, Miss." I tried to ignore the sharp inhalations of breath from the other 3 students, and probably Michael, as well, hearing me answer in such a manner. Even though the other 3 young ladies knew that I had acted submissively to Amanda when Mistress Polly had been present, this was their first inkling that my submission to her had gone any farther.

"Very well. What things can trigger an erection in the male, girl?" Amanda prodded me verbally.

Gulping, I answered, "Several things, Miss. Visual, tactile, olfactory, gustatory, and auditory stimuli can – even libidinous thoughts."

"Excellent summary, girl. Michael, are you truly game for anything, as you said earlier?" Michael was looking a bit dazed at the sudden change of attitude in the room, but managed to nod in response to Amanda's question.

"Wonderful. We will start with visual stimulation. Girl, stand very still as my classmates undress you," she directed. With a wave of her hand, she signaled the other three young ladies. They came toward me with huge grins on their faces. Their expressions indicated that this indeed was beginning to have the makings of a memorable class. In what seemed to be no time at all, their eager hands had stripped me of every bit of clothing. Amanda pulled me in front of Michael, and turned me to face him.

"There, Michael. Take a good look. Look at Molly's tits. Are they arousing?" She slapped my ass softly, saying, "Spread your thighs, and open your cunt. Show Michael that as well."

I could not stop myself – in truth, I did not want to stop myself. My true nature was emerging under her control. I widened my stance, and even tilted my pelvis back as I lewdly opened myself to his gaze. His cock twitched and stiffened a bit more at this display.

"Very good. Now for tactile. Hmmm. Let's see," Amanda pondered. "You seemed to enjoy fondling his cock earlier. Go pump it a little, and use your lips on it. That will demonstrate tactile."

Michael let out a groan as my hand wrapped itself on his cock and started a slow pumping action. I kissed all the rest of the exposed shaft carefully, and there was a good amount to kiss. I felt his cock getting more firm in my embrace.

"Enough!" Amanda ordered, obviously enjoying herself. "Place yourself on your back on top of your desk, girl, and open yourself up. We will test olfactory now." As I complied, she directed Michael, "Go ahead and give her pussy a good sniff. Inhale deeply." To her classmates, she said, "Watch his cock closely as he does."

I was flushing a deep scarlet as Michael lowered his face into my crotch. The sounds made by his deep inhalations were interrupted by Judy crowing, "That sure is having the desired effect! Look at that!" Apparently, Michael's cock was indeed showing more of an erection, but I could not see it from my position. 

Amanda whispered something quietly into Michael's ear. I wondered what she was asking or saying. Her voice was too low for me to hear. Suddenly Michael's tongue slurped all the way from the base of my cunt to my clit! As he did this, Amanda explained to her classmates, "Gustatory means taste, of course."

The sensation caused me to shriek with pleasure, and Michael kept plowing his tongue in long strokes up the furrow between my labia, obviously relishing my taste. "Oh yes," Amanda added. "Let's also incorporate auditory. Girl, tell Michael how good his tongue feels."

"That's fantastic, Michael!" I moaned. "Please keep licking my hot, wet, cunt! Your tongue makes me so excited! Keep it up, and I will cum all over your face!"

Finally Amanda said, "OK, Michael. Stop and stand back please. Let us all have a good look." As she said this, she pulled me upright from the desk. Michael's cock now stood rampant! Fully engorged, its length and girth caused his foreskin to peel back partway, revealing his smooth glans with its now oozing slit.

Turning to me, Amanda demanded, "Explain to the class the physiology behind that erection."

Another excuse to touch that lovely structure! I moved close to him, and dropped to my knees. Taking his cock in one hand, with the other hand I used a fingertip to trace along each of the three rods of erectile tissues that constitute the bulk of the shaft. The words tumbled from my mouth. "The top two rods – here and here – are the corpora cavernosa. The bottom rod – here – is the corpus spongiosum, which passes forward and swells at the tip to become the glans, or head." His cock jerked and a small spurt emerged from the slit in the glans as my finger caressed the tube along the underside of his cock.

"His excitement causes his heart to pump blood into the erectile tissues of the penis at a faster rate. This, as well as a chemical release, causes the penile arteries to dilate, and the rising blood pressure collapses the veins in it, preventing the blood from escaping. This causes this wonderful engorgement." I was so mesmerized, I did not even notice using "wonderful" in such a non-scientific manner.

"You explain things so well, my dear little slut," Amanda complimented me. "And what causes the erection to ultimately recede?"

My breathing rate and depth intensified, and my heart began hammering in my chest, thumping so hard I wondered if my tits were bouncing because of it. "Ejaculation, Miss. When the male ejaculates, along with the rhythmic contractions of musculature that cause his semen to..." my voice faltered slightly, "... erupt from his cock, constriction of the arteries helps the engorgement to dissipate."

"I believe a demonstration is in order. Do you agree, ladies?" Amanda asked her classmates. There was a chorus of assent. Amanda took me by my hair and lifted me to my feet, commanding, "Back on top of your desk, slut. Time for you to get fucked while we watch." The word "fuck" excited me more than I could articulate. 

Without a peep of protest, I stretched out on my desk with my legs dangling over its side and eagerly spread my legs apart. I wanted that cock in me more than anything at that moment. "Come here, Michael," I pleaded. "Give me the fucking that I need so desperately!" The fact that we would have an audience for our screwing seemed to act like an aphrodisiac on me. Gone for the moment was the prim and proper teacher. In her place appeared a wanton, needy slut, offering her cunt to this man. Begging to be his fuck toy!

Michael hesitated only a moment or two, perhaps unable to believe his luck. He certainly did not suffer from performance anxiety. If anything, his cock swell even more as he stepped toward me. Grabbing its base in his hand, he rubbed that throbbing shaft up and down my wet furrow, lubing it in my freely flowing juices. Still holding that glistening rod in his hand, he stepped back lightly and teased me, saying, "Come on, Molly. Show me where you want this."

In answer, I reached down and grabbed my labia, one in each hand, and stretched them as far as I could to each side, completely revealing my churning vaginal opening. "Right here," I moaned. "Ram that dick right into this tight little fuck hole of mine. Make me cum. Make us both cum. Please!"




Class Time Ch. 05



He stepped closer, and suddenly I felt my pussy stuffed full as he jammed his cock in to the hilt, his balls slapping my ass. I grunted with the force of it, but my legs reflexively came up to wrap around his waist, drawing him into me. Sounds of "OMG", and "YES!" ripped from my throat, expressing my pleasure at being mounted so well.

He began fucking me tentatively at first, but then increased his pace as he saw my reactions, clearly played out in my vocalizations and facial expressions. His cock pistoned in and out of my honey well, each stroke making a squishing sound as our mingling fluids were being churned together. The smell of our arousal was flooding the area around us.

I finally had the presence of mind to briefly glance around the room, momentarily wondering what the students thought of this erotic performance. I need not have worried. Every single one of them had her eyes glued to our actions, while her hands were busy playing with her tits, her pussy, or both. They had not taken the time to strip. They merely yanked open their clothing enough to reach their goodies. Fingers were diddling all around me.

Seeing that triggered my orgasm!

I howled as my pussy erupted, squirting hot juices all over Michael's cock, crotch, and balls. My eyes went out of focus from the intensity of it, so I closed them as my legs unlocked from behind Michael's back, and dangled limply now to either side of him. Showing great stamina, he still had not cum, but continued fucking me as I twitched in post-orgasmic aftershocks. I was not aware that Amanda had whispered another suggestion to him.

To my surprise, Michael pulled his cock out of me, and he and Amanda quickly flipped me face down on the desk, my legs hanging off the side to touch the floor. I felt several hands spreading my ass cheeks quite far apart, and before I could even ask what was happening, I felt Michael's cock pressing hard against my ass hole! I was stretched so far open that the head of his cock easily found purchase, penetrating my anal ring, and driving a screech from my lungs!

I heard him say, "You're right Amanda! Her ass hole is perfect for fucking! It feels like a tight velvet glove gripping my cock!"

I cried out in a mixture of pain and excitement. Now with each thrust I felt his balls slapping my labia as his cock skewered my rear tunnel. Hands were keeping me pinned in place. I had no choice but to let go, and embrace what was happening. The more I embracing the pain or discomfort, the more it transformed into pleasure. All around me, I heard the students screaming as they too began experiencing their orgasms, everyone now caught up in the scenario. 

The visual, olfactory, auditory and tactile stimulations finally sent Michael over the edge. As he called out, "I'm cumming!" I felt his cock begin to twitch and jerk, enveloped by the sheath of my rectum. Then jet after jet of hot cum squirted deep inside me, driven deeper with each stroke of his erupting cock. Despite the tightness of my ass hole, quite a bit of it escaped from the opening, drooling down my thighs. 

Michael finally stopped thrusting, and slumped down onto my back, his cock still giving gentle twitches deep in my ass. Gradually, his tumescence faded, and his wilting cock slipped out of my ass. I had not reached a second orgasm, but my ass muscles were rippling merrily, dislodging even more of his cum from my opening. I imagine I was displaying quite a mess, but I did not care.

I heard Suzette say, "Professor was right. After ejaculation, his erection went away pretty quickly."

Recovering slightly, I slipped off the desk to lean back against it, sitting on the floor in a pool of semen and vaginal fluids. Amanda decided they should recap what they had learned. "Michael, we need you for a few more minutes, to make certain we learned everything correctly. However, everything is very messy down there. Please bring your crotch over to Molly for a good cleaning."

I was well aware of being the center of attention as I used my hands and tongue to lick and suck all of Michael's cock and balls back to a pristine condition. I watched and listened as all the students repeated the anatomical structures and functions that had been discussed. Once again, they had absorbed the information perfectly. After he had dressed again, they each gave Michael a chaste kiss, and sent him on his way.

Still sitting naked, I wondered what the students were discussing, as they went into a huddle. After a short, whispered conversation, I heard Suzette say, "I couldn't possibly do that – but I will watch." The others merely nodded their agreement. They approached me with impish looks on their faces.

Amanda acted as their spokesperson. Utilizing The Voice in full force, she stated, "One final thing, to make this even more memorable. Spread out on your back there on the floor, girl." Confused, I did as I was commanded. 

Judy and Linda removed their panties completely, and walked close, towering above me. To my astonishment, they raised their skirts, opened their labia, and began pissing! Linda's pee hit my belly and splashed a trail down into my pussy, while Judy's struck accurately on my tits, the incidental spray striking my face. I quickly closed my mouth, which had dropped open in my amazement. I tasted very little of the urine, but was extremely humiliated by this act, no doubt exactly what Amanda had intended.

I thought my ordeal was complete at this point, but Amanda told me to roll over onto my knees and press my head and shoulders to the floor, keeping my ass up. Perversely excited by this new act of submission, I assumed the position she demanded. 

"Pull your ass cheeks apart, slut! Show us your gaping ass hole!" she demanded. This made me realize that the recent reaming by Michael's cock must have left that opening dilated a lot more than usual. I expected that Amanda wanted to give her classmates a final look at my nasty opening, humiliating me to the maximum. I did not expect what really happened. With no warning, Amanda's piss splashed accurately into my ravaged ass hole, and then cascaded down my sloped back! Strangely, this heightened humiliation almost caused me to cum! I stayed as I was, moaning, as the rest of them returned their clothing to normal.

Amanda gently raised my chin to look into my eyes and get my attention. She must have seen evidence of my renewed arousal, because she said, "We are leaving now. Once you have cleaned up this mess, you have my permission to cum again, if you wish."

"Thank you, Miss," I replied in an altered, dreamy voice. After the door closed, I found the incentive to quickly make the room spotless. But I had to clean it a bit more after the two orgasms I gave myself as a reward, replaying in my mind all that had occurred. A memorable class indeed.



Class Time Ch. 06



I was on loan, and certainly apprehensive about it.

Although I am a college teacher, I am also a submissive. My Mistress, whom I adore, gives me tasks to do from time to time. Five years ago, one of those tasks involved a student of mine whose name is Amanda. In her, Mistress saw the makings of a Dominant and wanted to help her develop her skills. At that time Mistress let Amanda practice on me, teaching her how to project the Voice, which causes submissives to obey as if programmed. The stories reporting that first interaction, and its consequences, have been told earlier. (see Class Time Ch. 02-03)

Now it had been a couple of years since I had a session with Miss Amanda. But she had called upon my Mistress two weeks ago. During the visit, she asked, "Can I please borrow your slut girl for an evening?"

"Perhaps," Mistress replied. "It has been quite a while since she has experienced anyone other than myself. What did you have in mind?"

"I am hosting a high school reunion party in my home, and I would like your girl to act as a maid for the evening."

"As a maid? Serving food and drinks? That sounds fairly mundane, Amanda. Have you fallen out of the habit of the kinky dominance that you demonstrated years ago?"

"Oh no! Quite the contrary!" Pointing at me, Miss Amanda continued, "In fact, the reason that I want this slut present at the party is to impress my high school friends by showing my control over this outwardly respectable college professor."

I felt the familiar sensation of a flush of humiliation spreading across my face as I heard these words. Inside me, the respectable college professor is always at war with the submissive slut whore. And Miss Amanda now apparently wanted to drag out that inner whore in front of an entire group of strangers – her high school classmates.

"Now that sounds more like the Amanda that I know," said Mistress approvingly. "Certainly you may use her services for this event."

The decision was made.

My heart moves me to try to please my Mistress and obey her in all things. That same heart was now pounding rather rapidly in my chest as I drove to Miss Amanda's house. I was dressed in what I thought to be a standard maid's outfit. I had a little white hat, a black silky blouse with plunging neckline, no bra, a short poofy skirt and black panties, a black garter belt attached to my netted stockings and intermediate height heels.

I tried to get the butterflies that were fluttering inside my stomach under control as I walked to Miss Amanda's front door, and rang the doorbell.

After a minute or two she opened the door. "You are punctual. That's a good start. Come in," she commanded. She led me to her living room where she examined me critically. The expression on her face was similar to that of a cat just before it pounces on a bird. She tilted and turned my face studying that my makeup met her approval. She checked that the white hat was secure in my hair. Her hands smoothed the material of my blouse over my breasts, causing me to shiver with undeniable pleasure from her touch. My nipples hardened, poking visibly against the silk that covered them. Miss Amanda nodded her approval as she tweaked them with her fingertips.

However, as she lifted my skirt she made sounds of disapproval. "Those panties will have to go. Give them to me."

Feeling a bit of heat in my face, I lowered them to my ankles and stepped carefully out of them. As I handed the wispy little garment to her, she lifted it to her nose, and inhaled. Pulling it away, she tucked it out of sight into her bra.

"Now, as to your duties this evening. The food is already prepared. You will circulate, serving my guests. When you serve, you will bend over, lowering the tray to offer it to each person. You will not bend your knees, but keep your legs straight as you bend over."

"But my skirt is so short, Miss!" I protested.

"You will do as you are told!" she rebutted. "Go into the bathroom and apply more of that crimson lipstick. It adds wonderfully to your slutty look."

Looking into the bathroom mirror, I carefully adjusted my lipstick. I took the opportunity to pee, since I had no idea if I would get a chance later in the evening. Noticing the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, I turned away from it and tried bending over as if I was serving. Sure enough, my short skirt rose well up exposing not only my ass cheeks but also my ass hole and pussy! I tried it again, this time pressing my thighs tightly together in an attempt to remain modest. This pose only succeeded in making my labia puff out obscenely between my clenched thighs. Sighing, I resolved myself to being a laughing stock for the evening.

The first guests began arriving. Miss Amanda greeted them at the door herself with hugs and occasional air kisses. Ushering them into the room, as hostess she took it upon herself to offer drinks. I stood self-consciously enduring their curious glances in my direction. Finally, with an exasperated tone, Miss Amanda snapped, "To the kitchen, girl! Start serving food!"

I hurriedly retrieved one of the large trays and returned to the room. By now, several guests were seated with their drinks. The first few times I bent over, my posterior was aimed at an empty section of the room. But then, the inevitable happened.

As I leaned over with my tray, from behind me I heard someone splutter and begin choking on their drink. Heads swiveled in that direction; people asking what happened. I heard whispered explanations, the word spreading around the room. Still bending and serving, I became aware of men saying, "Look! Look at her!" and "OMG!" The women were more inclined to gasp and make sounds of disapproval. People must've been pointing, because heads were now swiveling in my direction. I think I turned beet red with embarrassment. My face felt like it was on fire.

Miss Amanda moved to the head of the room, and called out to me, using the Voice. "Put that tray down over here, girl, and kneel next to me at my feet."

Murmurs rippled through the room as I obeyed, placing the tray in the place she had indicated, and then sinking to my knees alongside her.

"I think that it's time for an explanation," Miss Amanda addressed the other 10 people in the room. "When I was at college, I learned that one of my prim and proper female professors was the submissive in a D/s relationship. In case you are unfamiliar with that term, the 'D' stands for the Dominant and the 's' stands for the submissive in the relationship. I became aware of this during one class day when the professor's Dominant or Mistress observed her while she was teaching our class.

"Right before our eyes, this Mistress took verbal control of the professor using a strange quality of voice. The professor obeyed without even pausing to think, and ended up doing some very filthy and degrading things in our presence. The Mistress even had us take part in humiliating that submissive professor, there in the classroom. It was at this time that I realized I also possessed that quality of voice. Noticing this, the Mistress decided to instruct me, even letting me practice on her submissive – that college professor."

Her audience was not quiet during this explanation. Wide-eyed, there were loud whispers around the room as people attempted to absorb this information.

"Over the years," Miss Amanda continued, "my skills have developed, and I have worked with many submissives. But I must admit that my favorite of all of them was my first one – that college professor. So tonight, for your entertainment, here she is at my feet."

The room erupted in sound as people started talking loud and fast to each other, pointing at me. Kneeling there before the strangers, I felt like shrinking and sinking beneath the carpet. There I was, a highly regarded college professor, dressed in this obscene fashion, and kneeling humbly before them.

Making a quieting gesture with her hands, Miss Amanda stated, "She is quite obedient. Let me demonstrate. Girl, crawl around the room and kiss the foot of each person as you go."

Face aflame, heart fluttering, I began shuffling across the carpet on my hands and knees, pausing at each pair of feet and bending low to place my lips against flesh or leather. After the first few people, the others got more into it, sliding a foot forward in offering as I approached.

Focused on my task and slipping deeper into a state of submission, I paid no attention to the fact that everyone in the room now had been given an excellent view of my private parts. Reaching the feet of Miss Amanda, I planted a kiss there that lasted a lot longer than my previous ones.

Settling back into a kneeling position, I looked up into Miss Amanda's face, awaiting her next order, whatever it might be.

"That's my good pet," she said, stroking my hair. A happy smile painted itself across my face as I heard her praise.

One of the men said jokingly, "I'd really like to spank that ass." Laughter spread through the room.

I'm sure the man was incredulous when Miss Amanda said, "Certainly. She is here for our pleasure this evening." Looking down at me she demanded, "Girl, go place yourself across his knees."

Since I was already down on the floor, I crawled over to the man who had spoken. The people on either side of him scooted slightly away from him to give us room. Without a word, I draped myself meekly across his knees.

He flipped the edge of my skirt up onto my low back, completely exposing me. He placed his hand on the warm smooth flesh of my ass cheek and fondled me a bit, as if he could not believe his luck. I was beginning to relax into the pleasure of this contact when suddenly his palm cracked loudly against my ass, making me jerk and cry out.

He proceeded to give me a very thorough spanking. In a few minutes I was sobbing, clutching onto his legs and involuntarily writhing on his lap. The other people in the room gathered around closely to watch. Some held my shoulders. Others grabbed my now thrashing legs. Some of them also joined in the fun of spanking my butt. Not all of the hands were big and rough. Some hands were small and soft and struck only lightly – the women were joining in also!

Adding to my humiliation was the fact that I found all these strange hands swatting my bare behind arousing. The moisture inside my cunt built up and up and there was nothing I could do to contain it. I started leaking. My cunt juices trickled down, wetting the man's pants. Some of the hands smacked into my wetness. I heard remarks. "Look! This little whore is leaking!"

Someone grabbed the hair on the back of my head and yanked my head up, asking, "Does this turn you on, you slut?"

I could only moan and tried to nod my head, tears streaming from my eyes.

People got bolder. The spanking ceased, and fingers began prying my pussy lips apart. Fingers dipped inside of me. Other fingers toyed with my ass hole. I was still writhing within the grip of the hands that restrained me, but now it was due to pleasure – to my approaching climax.

Miss Amanda's voice rang out, "Don't let her cum! Stop now!"

The hands all retreated, even those restraining me, leaving me hanging unceremoniously over the man's soaked lap, moaning rather piteously at being denied my orgasm.

Another one of the men complained, "We have not seen her tits yet, Amanda."

In response, Miss Amanda directed me, "Do a striptease for your audience. Just leave on your shoes, garter belt and stockings."

The spanking and all those hands on me had sent me into a deep state of submission.

I stood in the center of the crowd, and turned slowly as I undid the buttons on my blouse.

Once it was fully unbuttoned but still tucked into my skirt, I let it hang open, letting people peek inside the front, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt.

Gyrations of my hips made the skirt slide off and pool around my feet. I stepped free of it.

My blouse hung fully open now, and I leaned forward to let my breasts dangle through the gap. I undid the little white hat, and tossed it aside as my auburn hair tumbled loose onto my shoulders. Swaying my naked hips, I shrugged, and the silky blouse whispered off me, leaving me dressed as commanded – clad in only my garter belt, stockings and shoes.

I raised my arms and let them all have a good look at my body, doing a complete turn before sinking down into a kneeling pose with my thighs wide open, and the back of my hands resting near my knees.

"You said she is here for our pleasure. Does that mean we can fuck her?" a male voice inquired.

Miss Amanda smiled. "Of course. One at a time, or in groups, as you wish. You would like that, would you not, my pet?"

"Yes Miss, I would like that," I whispered shyly.

"No, my girl. You must convince them that you really really want it," she insisted.

I crawled to the man that had spoken.

"Please, Sir. Please may I suck your cock until it is hard, so that you can fuck whatever of my holes you wish to use? I really want to suck your cock. I really want you to fuck me," I implored.

He looked at me quizzically, asking, "You want me to take you to a bedroom, or something?"

I tilted my chin down slightly and lowered my eyes, answering, "If that is your desire, Sir. But you can let me suck your cock and you can fuck me right here, in front of everyone, if you wish."

"Well I for one am not going to pass up this opportunity." Grinning a bit sheepishly, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and fished his limp cock from his underwear. "Suck me, girl," he demanded.

I lost no time in slipping his cock into my mouth, hearing the gasps of astonishment from not only the women in the room, but several of the men! I licked, sucked, and pumped him into a raging erection, obviously enjoying myself in the process. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw some of the other men rubbing their cocks through their pants. More cocks emerged from zippers as the man began fucking me lustily right there on the floor.

Inhibitions were falling away.

Women began exposing their tits, toying with themselves through their panties. Men were getting completely undressed, since the room now felt 20 degrees warmer than before.

One woman beckoned a man, saying, "Charlie, I've always wanted to fuck you. Please come over here and do it to me." He practically tripped in his haste to cross to where she was. She held herself open as he plunged his stiff cock into her. Rather quick on the trigger, he came in a few minutes. After they finished fucking, she said, "Girl, come over here and suck his cum from my pussy, but don't swallow it. Feed it to me."

I crawled over, fastened my lips around her tunnel, and applied a gentle suction. Cum streamed from her and a salty, tangy taste filled my mouth. When I had retrieved as much of the load as I could, I positioned my face above her waiting mouth. As I let the fluid drizzle into her mouth, she reached up, grabbed the back of my head, and drew me into a deep kiss, both of us swallowing cum. As we were kissing, someone slipped his cock into my cunt and started fucking me hard and fast.

After this cock jerked and spewed a cum load into me, Miss Amanda placed a dish on the floor and had me crouch over it and dig the cum from my vagina. It oozed in a white sticky stream onto the plate.

Miss Amanda said, "Let everyone now watch you lick that plate clean." I felt every eye on me as I lapped up every bit.

A general orgy ensued, most of it centered around me. Miss Amanda was in her element, directing what people should do to me, and what I should do to them. I could tell that her classmates were very impressed by her use of the Voice, and her control.

The women discovered that I was a skilled and enthusiastic cunt licker. They opened their thighs and pulled my head into position. My face was soon coated with cunt juice and female cum in a mixture of exotic flavors.

While my mouth was attending to the pleasure of the women, my pose left both my ass hole and pussy available for cocks. The men took full advantage of their availability, seeing to it that one hole or the other was being fucked; sometimes both of them at the same time.

Miss Amanda was monitoring my reactions closely. If she saw that I was getting too close to my climax, she told my partners to ease off, often applying enough pain to my body to derail my orgasm.

During a respite, with everyone in the room sated except me, one of the women asked me, "Why do you submit like this? Why do you let people do such nasty, humiliating things to you?"

I gathered my thoughts, trying to think of a way to explain this clearly. "In my day-to-day life there are rules of society that I must follow. Hidden under my surface are urges, desires and needs that average society would disapprove of greatly. Let me call these kinky desires my inner slut. My inner slut hammers at me constantly, wanting to get out. Submission requires me to obey my Mistress, or others, like Miss Amanda. They not only demand I let that inner slut out – they often push me to the edge of what I think of as my limits, and let me explore the concept of moving a little bit more out of my comfort zone. Even though I may experience humiliation in the process, I feel no guilt, because I am being obedient."

The woman pondered that a moment, and hazarded, "So submitting actually frees you?"

"Yes! That's an excellent way to put it! It gives me an amazing sense of freedom."

Some of the women and men were wide-eyed absorbing this information, and I could see Miss Amanda taking mental notes. It may be that she had discovered some new submissives to play with from among her former classmates.

The evening was drawing to a close, and Miss Amanda was well aware of the pleading expression on my face. Addressing her guests, she said, "My friends, I think that my girl here did such a good job that she deserves a reward." Smiles and clapping indicated that her classmates agreed with her.

"Girl, come up here to the head of the room, where everyone will be able to see you." She placed a large pillow on the floor, and had me brace myself against it. "Show everyone how lovely you are when you masturbate. I want you to shamelessly show us what arouses you the most. Do not be in a hurry to climax. Let it build and build, until you can no longer hold it back."

I nodded vigorously, saying, "Yes Miss Amanda. Thank you, Miss Amanda."

I let my knees fall open from each other, slowly stroked my inner thighs, and then my breasts.

I kept my thighs wide apart to give everyone a good look at my sex, but used my hands in long strokes over my entire torso and legs, bringing up the sensitivity in my skin. I felt my whole body come alive.

Next I moved one hand back to my breast, as the other hand cupped my sex, making tiny hand movements to let one finger glide in the tiny gap between my labia.

I found my hips rising up against that hand, like my pussy was eagerly seeking its attention.

My other hand left my breast, and went down around the outside of my hip and thigh to reach my cunt from below.

Raising that leg from the floor, everyone had a fantastic view of my one hand teasing my clit, as the other plucked at and spread my pussy lips apart, revealing the pink wetness between them.

My clit hand now alternated between my clit and my breast, sensuously caressing my tummy as it traveled between the two locations. I was moaning freely now.

As both my hands played around my cunt, I let the fingers of one hand brush across my anus, too. Sensations rippled through my entire body as I touched myself gently there, where so many nerve endings reside.

As my pussy started weeping my juices, my hand swiped through, gathering the juices, and I smeared them all over my tits, making my nipples stand at turgid attention.




Class Time Ch. 06



Back and forth my hands went – tits, pussy, anus, and all the while my hips were churning in circular motions as my arousal built.

I still had not penetrated myself, merely gliding my hands over my sensitive tissues in anticipation. Holding my pussy lips splayed open widely, my clit hood drew back slightly, exposing the nub of my clit. My fingers swirled around and around the head, making me groan with need. My breathing and heart rates accelerated.

I sank my middle finger into my depths. My cunt muscles immediately clenched it. I propped my butt up high with one hand as I slowly fingered myself with the other. People leaned closer in their seats, watching my obscenely erotic performance.

My finger re-emerged. My hand went back to rubbing the entire region of my labia, my other hand gently scratching across my anal ring. I deliberately made eye contact with each person, and the acceptance that I saw there, the smiles, the nods of encouragement – acceptance of my slutty display – delighted me.

Again I dipped my middle finger deep inside me, curling it to stroke the squishy front wall of my pussy. My other hand hooked behind my knee, drawing that leg up to my chest. I felt like a wanton whore – and reveled in it. I made my finger vibrate as it penetrated me. My other hand wandered all over my body again. When it reached my tits, it scooped their mounds up away from my body, kneading them feverishly now.

I was just about to start convulsing in orgasm, when Miss Amanda used the Voice, "Flip over, girl! Finish on your knees!"

Without pausing to think, I turned quickly, keeping my finger inside me. Once on my knees, I pressed my tits against the floor, raised my ass up, knees well apart. From this new position, I looked down alongside my torso to my rapt audience.

I moved my hand up and down, finger fucking myself, and at the same time raised and lowered my hips, like I was riding a lover's cock. At times I came up onto my elbow, feeling my tits dangle and sway under my chest as I moved. My nipples grazed the floor with these movements, bending back and forth, sending shocks of pleasure to my core.

I added a second finger, stretching my cunt more as I penetrated it and fucked it. I was gasping for air now, clawing at the floor with my free hand. Seldom had my arousal climbed this high! I bucked once – twice – screamed and started cumming hard! Cunt juices and cum started drenching my hand, but even as I thrashed in orgasm, I continued fucking my hole with my fingers, and rocking on my knees. People told me later that my hand started moving so fast it appeared blurry!

As my climax ebbed, my hand went back to a slow rubbing caress of my entire sex. Eventually, I pulled my hand up to my face and gradually let my body sink to the floor. I writhed and churned my hips for a time, pressing my quivering pussy against the floor, before finally becoming still, panting hard. I must have dozed briefly, because when my mind focused again, the people were almost fully dressed, in preparation for their departure.

Miss Amanda was very pleased with my performance. She had me give each person a hug, pressing my naked body against their clothed one. Many gave me a kiss as we hugged. One woman asked, with immediate sounds of approval from the rest of the guests, "Amanda, will you please hold a reunion gathering every year here at your home?"

The sounds of approval turned to a cheer as she responded, "I would be very happy to do so. Perhaps we can entice a few more of our former classmates to join us."

I only hope that she continues to "borrow" me to serve at these gatherings!