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Training Teacher Ch. 01

By: silkstockingslover



Summary:
A parent-teacher interview forever changes a teacher's life.

Note:
This story is dedicated to my beautiful pet Julia.  Your smile makes me tingle.

Note 2:
A special thanks goes to Cecile who suggested the parent-teacher story and Julia for being the muse of the story.

Note 3:
Another special thanks goes to Steve B and Julia for editing and plot suggestions.

Note 4: 
One last extra special thanks goes to Estragon for his copy editing services.

Training Teacher Ch. 01: The Seduction

PROLOGUE
Do you know who you are?   I mean really know who you are.  I thought I did.  But one moment in time, one interaction with a person, can change everything.  One person sees the real you and brings out a side of you that you never knew existed.  That is what happened to me. 

I thought I was happy.  I thought I was content.  But I never knew real happiness, pure absolute ecstasy until that one moment in time, until that one person.  One moment, one person changed everything...


MY STORY
As a fourth grade teacher, I pride myself that many parents request their children be put in my class. As a result, many of my students are siblings of former students. I love seeing the transformation of former students into young adults. For example, I get a great feeling of satisfaction when someone who once was a high energy bratty grade four boy, is now a well behaved young man in his high school years; I take even more satisfaction when he comes up to thank me for what he learned from me 7 or 8 years earlier.  It's equally pleasurable to see some of the girls who were catty trouble-makers, become stunningly beautiful high school juniors or seniors.  

I don't teach for the money, obviously, if you know what we get paid; so when I see students turn into mature young adults, it really is a great feeling of achievement.

I have one family, the Petersons, whose youngest child Devon is currently in my class.  Devon's older sisters, Elizabeth (Liz) now in the 8th grade, and Karli, a senior (she was in my very first class after I began teaching right out of college), were both well-behaved girls, always doing the most exceptional work and were courteous to their classmates.  They were both a real joy to have. I never, ever, had a negative moment with either one.  

Devon, on the other hand, is the exact opposite.  At least once a week I have to put a note in his folder detailing his misdeeds and asking his parents to sign and return it to me.  Truthfully, he's a bright student, but his desperate need for constant attention hinders his learning. He's done little things like breaking classmate's pencils and switching lunchbox contents. He's also done major things like stealing from backpacks and destroying text books. 

I believe it's all a cry for the attention that he probably doesn't get at home. Being the youngest child, the only boy, following his perfect sisters is probably extremely difficult. It also doesn't  help that his father is generally out of town, and his mother is heavily involved in her daughters' schools' PTA, sports, and cheerleading. I almost feel sorry for Devon, except that for each note I send home, I then need to interact with his mother.

Mrs. Peterson. Constance Peterson.  Not Connie, but Constance. Ugh. Just hearing her name caused me stress and anxiety.  When I had her two girls as students, any of my interactions with her were always mildly pleasant. Good reports on the girls and no problems with Mrs. Peterson, although she always acted as if I wasn't worthy of her precious time. But this year, it's as if she's a different person and has a personal vendetta against me. All of Devon's issues are my fault, according to her. I dread when my phone rings and I'm notified by the receptionist that Mrs. Peterson is here to see me. She's yelled at me, cussed at me, and even broken a picture frame on my desk, as she called me a rotten teacher and accused me of making up stories about her do-no-wrong Devon. I don't know what happened to her, or what I did to deserve all this abuse from her, but as a teacher, we're trained to agree with the parent and work out a resolution. 

Constance is probably 40 years old now. Of course if you'd ask her, she'd say she's 30 (which would mean she had her first child when she was 12!). Nonetheless, she really could pass for 30. I'm almost 30 and I look older than she does. The male teachers on staff call her a MILF, or at least that is their fantasy of her. They leer after her as she saunters by on her quest to make my life miserable.  

Constance is 5' 9", a few inches taller than I am, and she likes to wear 3-inch stiletto heels, which give her an intimidating height. Her long, fiery red hair, which matches her domineering personality, is always (and I mean always) perfectly styled. She likes to drape it over her shoulders, letting it lie on her chest as if to direct your eyes to her cleavage; cleavage she loves to showcase. Even in the middle of winter, when everyone is wearing bulky, crewneck sweaters trying to keep warm, Constance will wear something scoop neck, V-neck, low cut. She's not large breasted, maybe a 36 C, but they still seem very firm and impressive.  She also has long, slender, athletic, legs that are the envy of all women her age. Add in the three-inch pumps she always wears and she has a very powerful, sexual and dominating persona.

As we approached Parent Conference Day, notices were sent home asking for preferred times to schedule a conference. We provide time for all the parents to choose from, with the last conference supposed to end by 6 p.m. (we allow late times for the working parents) and I had a full day planned with one exception; Constance. She sent me an email saying she wouldn't be able to meet until 7:30 p.m., and that she had already verified that with my principal, who suggested that I would be glad to stay late for her conference.  I cursed my luck and dreaded the upcoming interview with her.

Before I continue with my story, I should tell you a little about myself.  My name is Hannah Hawkins.  I am recently divorced and have a six year old daughter, Elaine, who is my pride and joy.  I am 5'6", a brunette, with brown eyes and weigh a typical 137 pounds.  My breasts are also rather normal, at 34b, and while they are not really large, they are very firm. I also have strong legs, although I usually hide them in dress pants.  My greatest asset is my smile, one I have been told melts hearts.  

Because of the lateness of my last interview, and the potential for it to be both long and stressful, I had my ex-husband, now forever known as Asshole, to keep Elaine for the night.  I figured I might need a glass of wine when I got home...maybe even a bottle.

The day was long, as Parent Conference Days always are, but having to wait two hours after my last interview, was excruciating.  The clock ticked by slowly, giving me ample time to consider what Constance may say or do.  Every scenario I considered ended badly.  The draft in my classroom did not help either, as I was cold in my conservative black skirt, black pantyhose and white blouse.  When I went to the staffroom at 7:00 to get water, the school was empty.  I was the only teacher left, other than my Principal.  I went back to my classroom and waited and waited and waited.

At 7:40, I was pissed.  She made me wait two hours and decided to not even show up; the fucking bitch.  I got up to leave, packed my bag, and slid out of my heels.  I had one foot on a student's desk chair and I was just about to put on my runners when Constance walked in.

Constance gave a cough to make aware her presence; I immediately stood up straight, stumbling a bit, realizing my skirt had lifted carelessly, revealing way too much of my pantyhose-covered leg.

"You were leaving?" she asked in a condescending tone.  She was dressed as she usually was, immaculately pristine, yet there was something different.  She had on a business suit with a white silk shirt, two buttons open, to, as usual, showcase her breasts; a black skirt, just above the knee, with matching stockings that had seams up the back of her long legs; her patent three-inch pumps were gone and replaced with three inch ankle boots.  She also had on a choker, something she had never worn before, and her red hair was in a bun.  She looked ready for business.

I looked over at her, hiding my anxiety, I ignored her question and asked her to come in.  I slipped back into my heels and sat down at the table.  To my surprise, she moved her chair to be beside me, instead of across from me like the set up is meant to be.  In an instant I had lost my power position. My apprehension increased, as I prepared to start the interview from Hell.  As she sat down, she crossed her legs, her skirt riding up rather highly, revealing the top of a stocking held by a garter belt.    It should not have been a distraction, but it became an obsession.  

I handed her the report card that had a plethora of Cs and Ds.  Constance looked at the report card thoroughly, the seconds turning into minutes.  I fiddled with my ring as I patiently took quick glimpses at her long stocking-clad legs and nervously awaited the assault.  Her ankle bumped my leg and lingered there longer than socially acceptable. 

Putting the file down, she leaned towards me, her two open buttons giving me a clear glimpse of her fleshy cleavage.  Her voice was stern, "Why do you hate my son?"

My eyes broke away from her hypnotically inviting breasts as I defended my dignity, "I don't hate your son.  I treat him the same as I treat all my students."

She gave a smug smirk as she said sarcastically, "You hate all your students?"

I immediately stood up, enraged; my cheeks flush with anger, furious that my professional integrity was being questioned. 

Before I could speak and defend myself, Mrs. Peterson stood up herself and demanded, in a deliberate don't-mess-with-me tone, "Sit down, Miss Hawkins."  

Her commanding voice, her uncompromising eyes, her towering figure all caused me to immediately plop back into my chair, all my rage disappearing in a flash, replaced by fear of what this woman might do next. She walked around my chair, putting her hands on my shoulders.  Her harsh tone vanished, as she whispered, "You are tense, my pet."  Tense was putting it mildly. She then began to massage my shoulders gently. 

I tried to process this bizarre situation, her sudden anger replaced by a soft voice and this gentle massage of my shoulders, not to mention her calling me "my pet." My anger was slowly simmering as I became relaxed from the gentle massage; but I was also confused at the sudden change in Constance's demeanour.  My mixed feelings had me reeling. I couldn't speak or move.  I was both petrified and yet oddly relaxed.  It made no sense, but I was at the whim of this harsh woman. So distracted, I barely caught the soft, tender voice she now used as she inquired, "So, what are we going to do about Devon's grades, my pet?" 

'My pet' she said a second time.  I was so rattled by this strange approach of this usually despicable woman that I was caught completely off guard.  She quit massaging me and sat back down and I was surprised at the overwhelming disappointment that filled me.  I attempted to recompose myself as I looked back to Mrs. Peterson.  I explained that her son's grades are greatly impacted by his lack of effort and his constant discipline issues.  If he applied himself, and behaved himself, he had the potential to be an excellent student, like both her older daughters.  

Mrs. Peterson smiled as her hand fell ever so haphazardly onto my knee.  I tried to listen to her words, but I was distracted by her soft touch on my leg and the ample cleavage that was staring me in the face.  She seemed to be waiting for a response to whatever she had just said and I, slightly flushed, requested she repeat her question.

Her smile never faded as she asked, "Are you distracted, my pet?"

I should have pulled back, but I didn't.  A fire seemed to burn inside me.  My cheeks flushed and my loins began to stir.   

Now I should mention I am not a lesbian.  I had made out with girlfriends at the bar to tease our boyfriends back in college and such, but never had been seriously aroused by the opposite sex. Okay, now that I think about it, there was a brief kissing incident with my colleague Colleen, which happened just last week. We were at a bar for happy hour, which turned into happy 'hours'. With drunken exuberance, she had suddenly given me a passionate kiss. We both just passed it off as a drunken moment of weakness, though later and even now, I find it still embedded in my mind. In fact, ever since, every time I see her at work, I get at least a little excited.  She is married and has two children. I am divorced and have not had sex in over a year, at least sex with another man. I admit I use of my seven-inch dildo or my back massager many times. That one has a pointed attachment, which makes it convenient to use when I want penetration as well as clit stimulation. In fact, I think last time I used it I had flashes of Colleen.... "My pet?" 

Constance's voice and the smell of her perfume brought me out of my self-analysis. I noticed her hypnotic smell, a blend of sweetness, spice, fruit and floral. I was further intoxicated when I looked at her lips, with her bright red lipstick, a scarlet slash as if to tease. I briefly thought to overcome my fear and kiss her out of curiosity.  At that moment, a sudden gust of wind shook the window, startling me back to my situation again. 

'What had gotten into me?' I wondered. I forced myself to again look at Constance as the woman I most hated in the whole world. Thus, I tried to get the conference back on track.

"So," I began, trying for business-like, "What are we going to do to improve Devon's behaviour?"

Her hand, still resting on my leg, moved up just slightly, as she turned my question back onto me. "The better question, my pet, is what are you going to do to get on my good side?"

I froze.  What was she implying?  She saw the confusion in my expression and took it as an opening as her warm breath hit my cheek.  Her lips moved past mine, lingering for a moment in time, and moved to my ultimate weak spot, my ear.  Using my first name for the first time ever, she whispered, "Hannah, I know what you want."  Her hot breath and seductive tone had me turning into jello. Then her hand moved under my skirt.  I knew I should back away, protest, slap her hand away, but I just sat there, paralysed by fear and hormones.  She hesitated, giving me time to react. When I didn't, she continued, "You want to please me, don't you, Hannah?"

Her hand was only a couple of inches from my vagina, as she again waited for a verbal response from me.  I attempted to speak coherently, yet all I got out was a mumbled and not very convincing "I don't know."  I no longer had any clue what I wanted.  I hated this woman, she was the bane of my existence, and yet, right at this moment, I wanted nothing more than to taste her lipstick, to feel her lips on mine.  

She looked in my eyes, her intoxicating eyes pulling me in, her sensual lips inviting me in.  My mind was a fog and when she leaned in and our lips touched, I did not resist.  My lips parted and Constance took the opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth.  Still reeling from the erotic spell Mrs. Peterson had me under, my tongue responded.  Soon our tongues were doing the taboo dance.  The kiss lasted an eternity, one of sweetness, one of me forgetting who I was kissing or where I was. Instead, I was focusing on the thrill of being wanted.  

When her hand reached my underwear, I was jolted back to reality.  What was I doing?   This is a conservative, small town.  I could lose my job?   My career could be ruined.  Frantic to get the situation under control, I hastily stood up, breaking the kiss.  As I stood up, I wobbled awkwardly, my legs still weak from the passionate embrace.  I looked at Mrs. Peterson whose face gave away nothing.  

"We can't do this," I said firmly.

Mrs. Peterson stood up, exuding her usual confidence, walked to me, and put her finger gently on my arm.  Her touch brought a shiver throughout my body. My emotional state was put right back into complete turmoil.  Her bright red lips curved into a smug smile.  She did not ask, she told me, "You are coming with me for coffee."  

I shivered, as I tried to regain control of the situation, I struggled to say no, "I-I-I don't think that is a g-g-good idea."

Her smug smile disappeared, her usual condescending tone returned, as she intoned, "I wasn't asking if you wanted to go for coffee, Hannah.  I said you are coming for coffee."

The statement was not a question, but a demand.  The forceful tone had me too nervous to say no, and too petrified to say yes.  But then I thought about it. It was only coffee after all.  She was way too well known a public figure to do anything crazy in public. Going for coffee would be a good way to get out of this awkward position in my classroom.  Finally feeling back in control again, I agreed to go for coffee with her.  My confident swagger was back.

Just as quickly as her tone had shifted from sweet to aggressive, she returned to sweet.  "That is a good girl, my pet."  

But when I began to take off my heels, she suddenly commanded, "Keep the heels on, my pet.  They really do showcase your sexy legs."

I blushed at that, somehow embarrassed yet proud that she had noticed my legs. I quickly obeyed her, sliding my feet back into my heels.  I grabbed my purse, then my marking bag. Just as quickly, I set the marking bag back down, knowing I was past doing any kind of marking tonight.  After coffee, I figured I would go home, crack open the bottle of wine I bought for tonight and soak in a long bubble bath. The thought of having a nice soak and a good drunk sounded so good.

I followed Constance to the parking lot, neither of us saying a word.  As I pulled out my keys to my SUV, Constance finally spoke, again her tone implying this was not a suggestion, but a command. "We are taking my car."

I looked at her, startled.  This was not part of my plan; I would then be at the mercy of Mrs. Peterson.  I protested, "Oh no, I can take my vehicle."

The tone was back, and each word dripped with authority, "No, Hannah, we will go in mine."  Her voice and look told me this was non-negotiable and I followed her to a blue sports car.  As I followed, I wondered how I was going to get out of this mess; yet, a small part of me, deep down inside, was intrigued to see what was going to happen next. 

Constance opened the door for me and waited until I sat down.  I was shocked again when she leaned over and buckled my safety belt for me.  Her breasts swayed unfettered under her blouse, and her sweet exotic scent lingered.   The small curious part inside me was growing; I could feel the shift inside me.  My will to resist her was weakening.  I tried to suppress my excitement, my eagerness, but my pussy, now damp, was making it incredibly hard to focus on what the right thing to do was.

As Mrs. Peterson drove, I shyly looked over at her.  She was a beautiful woman and it had been so long since any person, even a woman as despicable as her, had given me any sort of physical attention.  I looked down and noticed her skirt had crept up.  I gave out a slight gasp as I noticed the top of her nylons and the trace of a garter.  The only time I had ever worn a garter was on my wedding day. The thought that this bitch of a woman dressed so sexy was a revelation. It also had me getting hornier.  As if she heard my naughty thoughts, she moved her right hand onto my leg.  As she drove, her long supple fingers slowly slid up my inner thigh, slightly pushing up my skirt. I could no longer think straight. My protest was so weak it was inaudible.  I tried to close my legs to block her hand, but a quick push back from her hand ended my pathetically weak resistance.  


Training Teacher Ch. 01



When I looked up, I realized we were pulling into a driveway of a large house, a mansion really.  I asked nervously, but I already knew the answer, "Where are we?"

She shrugged, her hand leaving my leg, and responded nonchalantly, "My house."  

I panicked, my conscience coming back to me in a wave.  I became stubborn, "I can't go into your house, Mrs. Peterson. It isn't right. What would your husband and daughters think, not to mention Devon? I'm sure he would not be pleased seeing his teacher in his own house."

"Oh, don't you worry about that, my poor little Hannah. They are all conveniently gone for the evening. We have the place to ourselves, you see, just you and me and our cups of coffee." She gestured quotation marks around 'cup of coffee' that had me wondering briefly when she added, "And by the way, please call me Constance."

Seeing that I was still sitting there stubbornly, Constance got out of the car and walked around to my side.  She opened my door and leaned in to unbuckle by safety belt.  I held my breath, paralyzed at first, but then stopped her from unbuckling my seatbelt. She looked at me sweetly, eye to eye, and then kissed me on the cheek. Then she leaned into me, her breasts plastered against mine.  "Don't you worry your cute little head about the details, my pet."  Her hot breath on my ear again weakened my resistance.  She bit my ear with a not gentle, not hard, nibble and stood back up. In the meantime, she had the seatbelt unbuckled.  She grabbed my hand, pulled me out and explained, "You are mine tonight, my pet Hannah.  I own you. It's really quite simple for you. All you have to do is submit to me.  Obey my every command."

Such words should have freaked me out, yet they did the opposite.  In an instant, a wave of guilt and shame washed away.  As a teacher, I am always in charge, always putting out fires, always on the go.  It is exhausting both physically and mentally.  So when Mrs. Peterson told me not to worry and to submit to her, it was a natural calling.  To just let go and let fate or someone else make my decisions was such an overwhelmingly great feeling that suddenly nothing else mattered...but obeying.

I allowed her to take my hand and lead me into her house. "Maeko," she called out as she led me to the living room couch. "Have a seat, Hannah." 

My heart skipped a beat as I realized someone else was here.  My heart dropped into my stomach when I saw the Peterson's maid. I recognized Mrs. Chung.  Mrs. Chung's daughter was in my class and was an absolute genius and sweetheart of a girl.  

"Yes, Mistress, what can I do for you?" asked the Chinese mother and maid, standing in a submissive waiting position. I was slightly taken aback by hearing the Chinese mother call Constance Mistress.

"Could you please get my guest here a glass of wine and me my usual?"

"Yes, Mistress," Mrs. Chung responded, and subserviently and immediately exited.

Seeing the look of shock on my face, Mrs. Peterson asked, "Oh, you know Maeko don't you?"

"Her daughter is in my class," I explained.

"I know," she responded, "She is a very, very, good maid. A full service maid."  She added that last part as if to imply 'full service' had a double meaning. "I am going to change into something a little more..." she paused, considering what she wanted to say, "me. Just relax, Hannah. I won't be long."

Of course I could not relax; even as I sat upon the most comfortable leather couch I had ever sat on. My anxiety was overwhelming. My inner turmoil and anticipation of what might transpire had me both curious and wanting to run from the room, the house. Just as I considered doing the latter, Mrs. Chung re-entered the room, carrying a tray with two glasses of red wine along with the rest of the bottle. She had also thought to add a plate of appetizers. After setting the tray upon the oak coffee table, she just left. Never once had she looked at me to acknowledge that we knew one another.

As I reached for a glass of wine, I definitely thought to grab the bottle. Instead, I took a lengthy sip from the glass.  The refreshing wine calmed my nerves.  I took a second and third sip.  As I was taking another sip of my now half empty glass, Constance walked back in. Her 'more me' look was stunning.  She had on a leather skirt, black thigh-high boots, black stockings, and a red blouse.  Her red hair was out of her usual bun and flowed down her shoulders elegantly.  If she was pretty when dressed in her usual stuffy attire, she was drop-dead gorgeous when she let her hair down.  

She sauntered to the table and quickly grabbed her glass of wine. "Oh, I so need this," she announced and then noticed my glass. "Oh my, Hannah, I see you must have needed it too. Let me give you some more. Maeko."

As Constance refilled my glass, Maeko re-entered the room, "Yes, Mistress?" 

Constance announced, "You may go home now; I won't need you for the rest of the evening," 

"As you wish, Mistress," the Chinese maid replied softly as she walked out of the room.

Constance immediately turned to me, took a sip of her wine, and looked me up and down. She had this odd look on her face, as if to analyze me. It had me feeling like a piece of meat, like I often did in college when I was at frat parties.  Back then, the boys were only after one thing...sex.  Constance, seemingly knowing her power over me, repeated a question from earlier today, "So, Hannah, my pet, how do you plan to get on my good side?"

I did not know what to say, and she did not need an answer. She simply walked over to me, put down her glass, took mine and put it down as well. Seating herself next to me, she quickly had me in an embrace and was kissing me. This time her kiss was more passionate and more domineering.  I broke the kiss and weakly said, "Please, don't."  Deep down I did not want her to stop, and she knew it.

"My pet, I am doing exactly what you want me to do.  You want me to kiss you.  To make you my little plaything, don't you?"  Her hands on my thighs were a great distraction as I tried to respond coherently.  Her lips moved to my vulnerable ear, nibbling on it as she whispered, "Well...am...I...correct?  Are...you...ready...to...submit...to...your...Mistress?"  The sentence took over a minute to finish as she bit my ear and finished by extending her tongue into my eardrum.  

I moaned in pleasure, my will to resist non-existent. I was nearly writhing.

Not waiting for an answer, not that I was able to, she began to fumble with the buttons on my blouse. She continued her warm assault on my ear, "So, am I going to have any more problems with you, my pet?"

Another moan escaped my lips, my panties now moist, as I tried to comprehend her actual question. Again, I had no answer.

"You will be a good teacher, won't you, my pet?" she purred, as she pulled my blouse out of my skirt.  No words left my lips as I continued to writhe.

Finally she demanded a response. "Answer me, Hannah!"

I was startled by her change in tone and obediently answered, scared to make her angry with me. "Yes."

"Yes what?" she asked, her tone implying her annoyance and impatience.

I paused, unsure what she wanted, until I thought of Maeko and realized exactly what she wanted.  I whispered, like a child attempting to avoid discipline, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl," she purred, her gentleness back in a heartbeat.  She took off my blouse and began exploring my body with soft pecks from her sweet lips, sending goose bumps all over my body.  Her pecks became sensual kisses on my shoulder and tummy as she unhooked my bra and slid the straps from my shoulders.  As my breasts were released from their restraints, I suddenly felt all my insecurities wash over me.  I felt embarrassed and vulnerable to be seen with all my flaws in front of this beautiful woman with her perfect body.  I began to cover myself, but was quickly scolded, "Don't you dare cover yourself, Hannah. You must let your Mistress see you."  She gave me the once over as I trembled nervously, waiting for her to criticize me, like she always did. Instead she pinched my now stiff, swollen nipples. I gasped at the pain. I also gasped at the pleasure it gave me. Without a word, she dipped her head to my breasts. Her tongue darted and flicked over each nipple. The wetness of her tongue and the hotness of her breath had me on the edge of ecstasy.  Noticing my increased moaning, Constance ordered, like a mother would discipline a child, "Don't you dare come, my slut. Not until I give you permission."

Being called a slut was like a slap in the face and a rush of adrenaline to my extremely wet pussy.  The two extremes had me baffled.  I was not a slut; I hadn't even had sex in over a year. Yet, here I was, topless in a parent's living room.  What did that make me? As I considered this, Constance pulled me up to my feet. I stood helplessly as this stuck-up bitch unzipped my skirt, pulled it over my hips, and then allowed it to fall to the floor on its own. She seemed to relish removing each high heel in turn slowly as she eyed my well-built legs.

She moved back up to my mid-section and asked, her tone a blend of authority and compassion, "And what is with you wearing pantyhose?  A good slave, especially one with such fine legs, should only wear thigh-highs, or garters and stockings.  From now on, Hannah that is what you must wear. Understood?"

First slut, now slave.  I stood there embarrassed at the current situation.  Realizing she was awaiting my response, I answered with what I was sure she wanted to hear, "Yes, Mistress." 

She repeated her desire as if to require my complete understanding. "I expect you in such hosiery every day from now on, my little lez."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied. For some reason, the thought came to me that I would have to go shopping.  I shook my head as I realized that I was being foolish, that this would be a one-time thing.  It had to be.

Constance? Mrs. Peterson? Mistress? Lover? Unsure of how to think of her, she now slowly pulled down my pantyhose. Now I was standing and shivering in only my underwear.   I had never felt so vulnerable and helpless in my life. 

Her hand slowly caressed my arm as she whispered, 'You are a submissive little slut, aren't you, Hannah?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely confused.  A light chill in the air had me shaking slightly.

"You like to obey," she explained. Her mouth went to my ear as she whispered, "You need to obey."

I whimpered.  Oddly, at this pivotal moment, what popped into my head was the National Junior Honour Society Pledge.  One line of the Pledge in particular stood out. "I pledge to give of myself freely in service to others".  It was a pledge I made years ago, but in retrospect it is a pledge I have always kept.  I am the one my family rely on, and I'm the one they take advantage of when they need help. And at school I sacrifice my time and my life for the students; and now that I reflect on it, I was submissive in the bedroom to my ex-husband as well.

I was brought out of my trance-like state by Constance who repeated, "So slut, are you submissive?"  She paused, her hand now on the outside of my very damp pussy, and emphasized, 'My submissive.' 

I involuntarily let out a moan and the word "yes" escaped my lips.

"Good girl," she said, again, like I was a child.  "My, my, my, you are drenched, my pet.  Why are you so wet?"  She waited for a response, but I could not verbalize my answer. It was way too humiliating.  "Answer me, whore!" she bellowed.

I stuttered out of fear, "I-I-I can't, it is too humiliating."

Her anger quickly dissipated and her deceivingly seductive smile returned. Her finger went inside my panties. "My pet, have I not made it crystal clear?  I own you.  I am your Mistress.  You are my slave, whore, submissive, dyke, cunt, bitch, whatever I decide to call you at the moment.  You will only come when I give you permission.   Your main purpose is my pleasure.  You get wet just thinking about pleasing your Mistress."  She shoved her finger deep inside my pussy. My resistance waned.  I wanted to come. At that moment, I wanted her to be my Mistress. My breathing became more of a pant. Her finger was driving me crazy. "Submit to me, whore," she commanded.

Without any thought or reflection, the words flew out of me, "I am your slave, Mistress, I will obey you."  

My Mistress pumped her finger hard with three quick thrusts, whereupon she withdrew it and quickly put it in her mouth. After savouring my juice, she put her hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees.  She lifted her foot and commanded me to take off her boot. I did so ever so slowly and gently. Her pedicured foot, toenails painted ruby red, matching her lipstick, was in my hands.  She instructed me to lick the bottom of her foot.  I lifted her foot up and extended my tongue to her nylon-covered sole.  I took my time, determined to be a perfect slave, to not incur her wrath, as I licked every inch of her foot.  The taste was a mixture of leather and sweet sweat.  Although hardly an appetizing taste, my focus on pleasing her made the experience shockingly enjoyable.  I was ordered to repeat the task on her other foot and again focused on pleasing my Mistress.  

"You are a good slave," Mrs. Peterson, said approvingly.  Her approval warmed my insides, and I waited further instruction, kneeling before her.

I watched intently as she backed up a few feet and unbuttoned her red blouse.  Her eyes never left mine as she slowly, painfully slowly, undid one button at a time.  I watched, desperate to see her hidden flesh.  Seeing my eyes riveted on her bra-covered boobs, she slyly smiled and went for her skirt instead. She unzipped it slowly, letting it carelessly fall to the floor.  I admired her standing there before me in a garter belt, black thigh-high stockings, a black lace bra, and a matching thong.  Her pale flesh was an intoxicating contrast to the dark lingerie. My pussy tingled with anticipation.  I desperately wanted to unwrap my Mistress' treasures. Finally, as if reading my mind, she unhooked her bra, slipped it off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.  Her breasts swayed a bit, although still incredibly firm for her age.  She posed for me and asked, "Do you like what you see, whore?"

"Yes," I responded honestly, mesmerized by the older woman's amazing body.  I could only dream of having a body like that in 10 years.  I watched as she hooked her fingers over the elastic of her thong and slid them down her luscious legs.  My eyes focused on her flawlessly trimmed pussy.  The garter and stockings framed perfectly her pussy and thin strip of auburn hair. 

She balled up her thong and tossed it at me.  Although surprised, I caught her piece of string-like underwear and instinctively put it to my nose.  As I sniffed her aroma, she commented, "Wow, you really are a little lezbo, aren't you?"  Realizing what I was doing, I dropped her slightly damp thong to the floor with the rest of the discarded clothes.  "Take your panties off," she instructed.  I got off my weary knees and awkwardly, my legs slightly numb from being on the floor for so long, got out of my last piece of restrictive clothing.

My Mistress moved to me and kissed me, pulling me to her.  Our breasts flattened against each other. I moaned into her mouth as her knee pushed between my legs and against my naked mound.  The kissing was intense as her tongue darted into my mouth and she actually seemed to suck my tongue into her mouth.  

After a couple of minutes of this reckless passion, she suddenly grasped my shoulders, and for a second time, this time roughly, she pushed me onto my knees.  She scolded, "Slut, you got my knee all wet with your pussy juice.   Clean it up."  I looked at her knee, which indeed had a special gleam to it and attempted to retrieve my juice from her stocking.  I heard her purr, "Good cunt," as I sucked up my juice.  

When she was content with my thoroughness, she lifted the same leg onto the couch and presented me with a very close-up look of her pussy.  Her fingers entwined my hair. She wordlessly pulled me in, guiding my face to her forbidden zone. My anxiety overwhelmed me, no longer because I was humiliated by the situation. I suppose I still was, but now I no longer cared. Now I was more worried about pleasing her; concerned I would not make my Mistress, who now owned me, happy.  I was so close to her pussy I was getting drunk in her exotic scent when she thrust her hips forward and said in a dominant and reassuring voice, "You know what you want to do, Hannah.  You know what you crave to do.  You know what you were born to do.  Now do it, slut.  Lick your Mistress's cunt."  Her words were the final crack in my already brittle resistance.  She was right, I don't know how she knew I was submissive I myself didn't, but I was forever grateful.  It is exactly what I wanted, what I craved, what I was born to do.  I extended my tongue and began my servitude to my Mistress.

As I began pleasuring my Mistress, I tried to do to her pussy what I liked having done to me. Mistress shivered from my tender stroke as I shifted from gentle to harder pressure.  A shiver of joy went up my spine when I heard her say, "That's it slut...do what a slut is born to do....what a slut is trained to do...lick your Mistress's pussy."  As her moaning increased, I felt her nylon leg move onto my shoulder, pulling my face deeper between her legs.  My face was now buried in her wetness, and I began to focus on her clit.  Her secretions trickled down my chin and down her thighs as my attempt to make her come seemed to be working.

She demanded, "Don't stop slut, don't you fucking stop."  I sucked her clit into my mouth. Her leg quivered on my shoulder. Suddenly she made an earth-shattering scream and came, her juices spraying all over me.  My face soaked, I continued to lick her clit as her body went through spasm after spasm, her orgasm seeming to last forever.  I stayed between her legs, savouring her delicious nectar as I brought here to a second softer orgasm.  I felt her cum dripping from my chin as her orgasms subsided and she finally removed her leg from my shoulder.  My Mistress was silent for what seemed an eternity as she took a few sips of her wine.  I knelt before her obediently, awaiting further instructions.    

Finishing her glass of wine, my Mistress finally spoke, as she commanded, "Follow me, cunt."  Somewhat forlornly, I noticed she had not showed me a sign of approval for my obedient and dedicated pleasuring of her.  I began to stand up, but was scolded, "No whore, crawl like a dog."  I obeyed, completely humiliated, now being treated like a family pet.  Yet, I got on all fours and followed my Mistress.  

I crawled up the stairs and we ended up in a mammoth bedroom, the king-sized bed looking like a shrine in the middle.  I crawled to my Mistress's feet, and she bent down and petted my hair.  "Good girl," she cooed as if I had just done a trick.  My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. I felt degraded, humiliated.  I was a strong, powerful woman, someone who inspired others; yet here I was being treated like a family pet.  I should have been angry, and yet I was eager to please even more.  I desperately wanted her approval.  I wanted nothing more than to please her.  It made no sense, but I no longer seemed able to follow logic.  I was her slave and wouldn't even consider disobeying any order, no matter how extremely mortifying.

I watched her as she disappeared into a huge walk-in closet.  When she returned a couple of minutes later, she was wearing a strap-on cock and was carrying a large silver tray.  She walked past me and put the tray, with an array of toys and lubes on it, on the table next to the bed.  She commanded, "Slave, get on the bed now."




Training Teacher Ch. 01



I did as instructed.  My Mistress joined me on the bed, and I did not struggle or protest as she grabbed my arms, quickly handcuffing me to the headboard.  A feeling of complete helplessness hit me as I lay there bound.  Up until now, I at least in theory could stop this descent into servitude and obedience.  But now I was completely at the mercy of a woman who had humiliated me in public, chastised me as a teacher and forced me to be her whore. She reached back to the tray and returned with what I would soon learn was a butt plug.  It was a thin black toy and I watched her lubricate it generously.  Once she had lubricated it, she asked me, "Have you ever had anything in your ass?"

"No," I answered, my fear clearly expressed by my facial expression.

"Well, today is a day of firsts then, my pet," she said rather casually.  "First, you become my new submissive slave, second you eat pussy, and now I get to take your anal virginity."

I began to protest, when she roared, "Don't you ever fucking question your Mistress.  If I want to share you with my friends I will.  If I want you to service the football team you will.  If I want you to go to a glory hole and suck cock after cock you will. Don't you fucking get it, you stupid fucking bitch? I own you.  I own your tongue and mouth.  I own your pussy.  I own your ass.  I own your entire body.  Don't you ever make me repeat a command again or you will be punished in ways you can't even begin to imagine."  

Her mood swings alarmed me. My eyes went wide in fear at her fiery rage. She slapped my legs apart and not-so-gently pushed the lubricated toy in my ass.  I yelped loudly, tears in my eyes, but said nothing out of fear of triggering more of my Mistress's anger.  The pain in my ass burned and unlike stories I have read online, the pain was not simmering away. It burned like Hell.  Mistress watched my facial expressions in amusement, before simply getting off the bed and leaving the room.

As I lay in my Mistress's bed, I pondered my predicament.  How had I gone, in only a couple of hours' time, from being a confident teacher ready to deal with a difficult parent, to being handcuffed and naked in the same parent's bed?  Replaying the evening in my head, I couldn't pinpoint any one moment that was the turning point.  It seemed like a domino effect, where once the first domino fell; there was no stopping the chain of events that were destined to follow.  

The pain in my ass still burned, yet my pussy was also on fire, but a very different kind of fire.  I desperately wanted to come, hoping such pleasure would dissipate the extreme burning in my ass.  Unfortunately, I was helpless in every sense of the word; helpless to please myself and helpless to reject my Mistress.  I had to accept that my life had changed dramatically in only a couple of hours. And there was no going back.  As I considered this, I wondered if I would even want to turn back the hands of time if I could.  On the one hand, the answer was obvious.  Of course, I would.  A couple of hours ago my life made sense. I was happy, oblivious to the submissive side of me.  On the other hand, I had never been hornier as I had been these last two hours.  The feeling of pure joy when I made my Mistress come was inexplicable.  A sensation so intense filled me when I satisfied her. 

When Mistress returned she carried in her hand a cucumber, a very lengthy cucumber.  She tossed it on the bed and went back to the walk-in closet. When she returned a second time, my spirits crashed when I saw what she had now. It was a video camcorder attached to a tripod.  I worried about what her intentions could possibly be as she set it up. If such a video was made public, my career would be over.  I nervously watched, praying for a miracle that would help me not end up humiliated on video.  Alas, it was not to be. 

She returned to the bed, the strap-on cock still waving from her midsection. She explained to me, "Hannah, you need to be punished for questioning your Mistress.  You need to understand there is a consequence for any sort of disobedience."  She took the handcuffs off and announced, "You are going to make a brief video for me; one that will be handy if you ever disobey me again."

Terrified, I didn't dare question my powerful Mistress.  She went to the camera and directed, "I want you to tell me a fantasy as you fuck yourself with the cucumber.  Of course, you will keep the plug in your ass."  My fear became reality as I understood what was expected of me.  As I considered what to say, Mistress added, "And make it believable, slut."

I sat up, whimpering as the plug lodged in my ass pushed deeper up me.  The hot burn returned in full force as I reached for the lengthy cucumber.  I rubbed it on my clit as I wondered what she wanted to hear.  I considered making up a different fantasy, but was worried she would somehow know. 

So I began telling my most prominent masturbating fantasy as I placed the cucumber at my very needy pussy.  "I am somewhat ashamed to admit this.  But seeing my ex-students as 18 year old young adults is very exhilarating.  Usually, I don't think of them as sexual objects, but lately I have been.  Maybe it is because I have not had sex in a year, but my pussy has had that special tingle on a few occasions of late.  Watching the high school drama play had my pussy damp. Watching the boy's basketball team at state championships had me masturbating that night, thinking of them all celebrating by gangbanging me. And just last week when we had Homecoming and many former students returned, all dressed to kill, I was so horny that I ended up going to my classroom and bringing myself to an orgasm."  I had the cucumber half way inside me now, and was slowly moving the vegetable in and out.  My shame was fading as my horniness took over.  Looking directly at the camera, attempting to be sexy, I continued, "So all this week my fantasy has been about being seduced by an ex-student or students.  I fantasize about being forced to suck his cock, to swallow his cum, to be made to ride his young, stiff cock all night long."  

My moans began to get louder as envisioning this fantasy got me extremely horny, as does the vegetable that is now two-thirds in me.  I began pumping by pussy faster and faster with my veggie fuck-toy, desperate to have my long eluded and forbidden orgasm.  As I began to feel the orgasm build inside me, I heard my Mistress's harsh words, "Don't you dare come, slut!"  I looked at her with pleading eyes. When I got no sympathy from her, I stopped fucking myself and closed my eyes as I concentrated on not coming.  

The prevention of such joy was incredibly difficult and it took all my will power not to come.  My mind was a mess as my desire to come overtook any sort of logic.  I felt hands on my leg and opened my eyes to see my Goddess of a Mistress looking at me.  Her sweet smile was back. She whispered, "All good things come to those who wait."  She took the vegetable out of my gaping hole and placed it in my mouth.  I understood what was expected of me. I opened my mouth to suck my juices from the cucumber.  I was wrong, I quickly learned, as my Mistress instructed, "No my whore, eat the cucumber."  Although surprised, I obeyed and began eating the juice-coated cucumber.  It took a couple of minutes, but I ate half the vegetable, the half that had been inside me.  My Mistress took the rest of the veggie and tossed it carelessly on the tray.  "Do you want to come, my slut?"

"Desperately," I answered, urgently.

"Who owns you?" she asked, testing me.

"You do, Mistress," I answered, knowing it was true.

"You will do anything I ask?" she questioned, sceptically.

"Yes, Mistress," I responded and added, hoping to please her, "Ì am yours to use as you see fit."

Seemingly happy with my obedience, she decided to test my servitude. "So do you want me to fuck your ass with this cock?"

The true answer was no. What I really wanted was her to fuck my pussy, but I knew that was not the answer I was expected to give.  So I lied and answered, like a good whore should. "Yes, Mistress, please take my anal virginity with your big hard cock."

Mistress ordered me to get on all fours, again, and pulled out the plastic plug from my ass.  The liberation of the toy was a great relief, which was apparently going to be short lived as I felt my Mistress's hands on my ass.  The toy, to my great surprise, was thrust into my cunt instead.  I moaned in pleasure as she fucked my tight pussy.  I began bouncing back on the cock, taking all seven inches of the toy in me.  Just as the fucking was really getting me revved up and hot, my Mistress pulled out and placed the head of the toy at my ass.  Disappointment and frustration filled me, as I needed to come more than I ever had before. She spread my ass cheeks apart and whispered, as she leaned forward, "Ready to have your ass fucked now, Hannah?"

"Yes," I whimpered, nervously, willing to obey any command if it got me closer to my long-awaited orgasm.  

Mistress, pushed forward, slowly opening my tight ass.  The plug had prepared me for a cock, but only slightly.   The strap-on was longer and wider than the butt plug.  The fiery burn returned as my ass attempted to open up for the big hard plastic cock.  My moans of agony were muffled by the pillow that I was biting to help control the pain.  I lay there, trying not to tense up. My Mistress slowly pushed the cock deeper into my butt.  I don't know how she did it, but as she began to slowly pump the toy in my ass, I felt a vibration on my clit and then in my cunt.  I didn't know what it was at the time, but a fast-paced pulsing was now inside my pussy bringing with it thrilling sensations of pleasure.  The pain still burned in my ass, but the contrast of the toy in my pussy helped me focus on the pleasure building in my cunt instead of the fiery pain in my rectum.  Mistress began to fuck my ass, not fast, but with a constant rhythm. Each thrust went just a bit deeper, creating each time another sharp round of intense pain.  Yet my body began to fill with an ecstasy I can't explain.  I began moaning and again my orgasm began to build inside, apparently ignoring the assault on my ass.  

The steady ass-fucking and slow build-up of my orgasm continued for minutes until I knew it was incredibly close.  I begged, like the fucking slut Mistress had turned me into, "Mistress, can I please come?"

I couldn't see her face as she thrust even harder, but I heard her question.  "You want to come from getting fucked in the ass?" She then scolded, "Only fucking sluts come from getting their ass fucked."

Way past the point of return or caring, I blurted, "I am a slut.  I am your fucking whore.  Please fuck me to an orgasm.  I'll do anything."

"Anything?" she asked, curiously.  The cock lodged deeper in my ass than I could possibly imagine.

"Yes, anything Mistress," I moaned in desperation.

"Good, I have the perfect plan for you," she said as she pushed me onto my belly and began fucking my ass harder and faster.  The pressure of her body on me, along with the vibrations of the toy in my pussy, was too much. The moment Mistress said those special words, the words I was dying to hear. "Come my slut, come for mommy," an intense orgasm immediately exploded throughout my entire body. 

 I felt tingles from my head to my toes as the long awaited orgasm weakened every fibre of my existence.  Mistress kept pounding my ass as I continued through an everlasting quake.  I said so many inappropriate things as I finally felt what real bliss was: "Yes, fuck my ass harder, Mistress," and "Oh My God, fuck, fuck, fuck," and "Your slut teacher is coming, Mistress."  Eventually, and to my great disappointment, the orgasm did eventually come to its conclusion and I lay on the bed, dripping in my own sweat and lying in my own cum.  Mistress pulled out of my ass and pulled out what I would learn was a vibrating egg.  

I was exhausted, but Mistress was relentless. She crawled back onto the bed, placed her pussy in my face, and demanded I service her again.  I repositioned myself and lowered my head into my Mistress' divine temple.  I began licking as Mistress informed her new slave of her many plans for me.  "So, my slut Hannah.  Did you know that Karli turns 18 in two days?"  I looked up from my submissive position as she continued, the question apparently rhetorical. "Yes and I have decided to give her the best present in the world."  She paused for dramatic effect, her eyes targeted on mine. Then she announced, "Her own slave."  

Even after everything that had occurred tonight, this declaration stunned me.  I stammered, praying and hoping I was not the slave in question, "Not m-m-me."

"Of course you, my pet. She asked for you and I always give my children what they want," she explained.

This revelation had me even more bewildered.  "She asked for me?"

"Yes.  We were discussing Devon's behaviour problems, which by the way, there will be no more of, when she declared that she thought that you were hot. Well, one thing led to another, and I finally concluded that you would be the perfect present for her 18th birthday; her very own submissive, obedient, pet teacher."

"S-s-she knows about this?" I asked, mystified.

"Oh no," my Mistress said, "She was just talking to me about you generally.  She will be ecstatic when she unwraps you.  It will be a surprise for her when she and her friends hit the mountains this weekend."

"Unwraps me?" I mindlessly questioned, my head spinning from this new predicament.

"Now, don't you worry, Hannah.  I know you have a daughter and a career.  But if you obey like a perfect slut slave should, I will protect you like you are one of my children.  On the other hand, if you don't obey, I will crush you in a way you can't and don't want to imagine," my Mistress explained.  Her voice was not angry or threatening, yet her message was clear: don't fuck with her.  "Can you get your ex to watch your daughter this weekend?"

"It is already his weekend," I answered.

"Excellent.  That is amazingly convenient," she said, yawning.  She continued, explaining other plans for me, "In three weeks, I am having a special party for some of my very special friends, and you will be one of our maids for the evening.  You will wear an outfit like Mrs. Chung did and serve all the guests as they need it."

"Oh," I said, unsure what to say to such a declaration, knowing any such resistance would be futile.  My mind was busy pondering the meaning of the word 'special' that she had emphasized twice.

"Now get back to your snack, slut," my Mistress declared.  

I returned to licking Mistress's pussy as I considered what lay in store for me.  The road ahead was terrifying and humiliating and yet, as I considered being a submissive plaything to a group of 18 year olds, my pussy began to rev up again.  When I considered being a maid, I wondered what it would all entail.  Would it be just a regular party?  Or a lesbian sex party?  Or perhaps a swinger's party?  The excitement of such wild adventures had me wet again and I licked my Mistress's pussy with determination as well as enthusiasm.

Her moans increased and she got verbal, "So do you want to be my daughter's slave?  To be ravished and controlled by horny 18 year olds?  To be gangbanged by sex toys?"  I moaned loudly in answer, and was extremely thankful when Mistress had me lie on my back, whereupon she put her face between my legs as well. Now we could please each other in unison.  I had to lift my head, to reach her delicacy, and began licking hers as she began licking mine.  One touch of her tongue on my clit and I was in heaven. My moaning increased as she concentrated on my swollen clit.  The sweet sixty-nine lasted forever as we both enjoyed each other's sweet nectar.  

Finally, feeling my orgasm simmering near the surface, I moaned, "Mistress, can I please come again?"

A chill went up my back as she gave me permission, "Come for me slut.  Come for your Mistress."  She spanked my clit with her hand.  The semi-hard slaps sent inexplicable sensations throughout my body as my second orgasm, the first time I had ever had multiple orgasms during the same sexual encounter, ripped through me like a tornado.  

I screamed into her pussy, "Yes Mistress, spank your whore, I'm coming!"  She continued to spank my clit, each contact sending pulsing quivers of elation throughout my entire body.  

Close to comingherself, my Mistress lowered her pussy onto my face and rubbed her wet cunt all over me.  Determined to please her, I used my tongue, lips and nose to make her come and soon heard the remnants of a scream and was sprayed by a tidal wave of my Mistress's cum.  She crashed forward and both of us lay on the bed, an orgasmic mess.  

The room went eerily silent.  The only sound was two women and their erratic breathing as they attempted to recover from complete sexual bliss.  Minutes ticked by, until finally my Mistress announced, "One last thing, my pet." She got up from the bed and went to the dresser.

I couldn't imagine what else could possibly be left, both of us exhausted from the evening of sexual debauchery. She pulled something from a drawer, returning a moment later. She showed me a black choker, with gold trim and a diamond in the center.  She instructed me, "Hannah, you are to wear this around your neck always. It is a symbol of your servitude to me.  If you ever take it off, our relationship is over.  Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, knowing I would never take it off.

She gently put it on my neck and said, "Have you ever seen one of these before?"

I looked at it and answered, "It looks familiar, but I can't recall where I have seen one."

She smiled deviously, "Look around while at work tomorrow. I'm sure you'll be able to find several."

I gasped. "You have other slaves?"

"God yes," she chuckled, like it was the silliest question she had ever heard, "I have quite a few actually."  She paused and added, giving me a non sexual compliment for the first time, "But none are as damn adorable as you."  She yawned.

I blushed like an innocent school girl as I whispered, "Thank you, Mistress."

"For what?" she teased.

"For everything," I said, overwhelmed with what I wanted to say.  

Mistress responded, "You're welcome, my pet."  She looked at the clock and added after another yawn, "You have work tomorrow.  We should get some sleep."

I looked at the clock as well and was astonished to see it was ten minutes to midnight.  I then wondered how I was going to get home when Mistress handed me a nightie, "You can sleep at the foot of my bed, my pet."

I put on the nightie and went to the washroom to clean up.  When I returned, Mistress was already in bed.  I crawled onto the bed and tried to get comfortable.  I tossed and turned until Mistress spoke in an annoyed voice, "Stop moving, slut."  I instantly froze and lay at the end of the bed, like a loyal puppy.  I knew, at that instant, that I would forever be her loyal pet, her pet teacher.

THE END...for now...


AUTHOR'S END NOTE:
Like all authors, I enjoy feedback.  So please drop me a line and tell me what you thought of this story or other stories I have written.  I am currently in the process of writing sequels to a few of my stories and would love to hear from you as I ponder ideas and which stories I may write.

Kisses

Jasmine



Training Teacher Ch. 02



Chapter 02: New Reality Revelations

RECAP: I highly recommend you read the beginning of this series Training Teacher: The Seduction to find out how Julia became the submissive of one of her student's parents. Part 2 takes places the very next morning, when she wakes up...still at her new Mistress's home...at the foot of the bed.

Dedication: This story is dedicated to the adorable, sweet, sexy Julia.

Credit: A special thanks go to Steve B for his suggestions and Estragon for his copy edit.

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CHAPTER 2: NEW REALITY REVELATIONS

I woke up in the morning from an amazingly surreal dream. A dream so vividly real I felt it had really happened. A dream that awoke in me a side I didn't know existed. A dream where my greatest pain in the ass parent, someone I truly loathed, seduced me and turned me into her personal lesbian sub. It seemed so real, I could almost taste her on my lips.

I opened my eyes.

I sat up.

I was not in my bed.

I was at the foot of Constance's bed, the parent that just yesterday was my biggest problem.

In one startling moment of clarity, I came to the frank realization that it was not a dream, but a harsh disturbing reality.

The events of the previous evening came flooding back to me. The aggressive seduction, her powerful orders, my need to obey and the earth shattering orgasms that followed. I closed my eyes and replayed last night in my head. Sure she had seduced me and sure she was incredibly aggressive and domineering, but I submitted to her willingly. I was not forced. I could have said no. But, the overwhelming feeling of freedom when I allowed Constance to make my decisions for me was liberating. The pressure, the stress, the loneliness of being a single mother, all vanished when I brainlessly followed the orders of the powerful Constance.

Part of me was mortified as I realized my current predicament, while another part of me was excited as I nervously waited for Constance to wake up. I desperately attempted to suppress the burning desire flaming in my loins as I tried to figure out how I was going to: one- deal with Constance; two- get home and dressed for work; three- get to work and explain why my vehicle was still at school; and four, most importantly, resist the growing temptation to submit to Constance again.

As I pretended to be asleep, my inner turmoil like a cresting wave coming crashing into the beach, I felt the bed move. I lay still like a statue. Anticipation resonated through my pores.

I was suddenly startled when I felt the bed shake briefly as someone seemed to get in. I was freaking out, realizing someone must have seen me in all my degrading servitude. I slyly attempted to peek and see who had joined us: who knew of my sexual debauchery? Sadly, I was right; someone was in bed with us. Unfortunately, all I could see from my awkward position was black heels and a woman's ankle in black pantyhose.

My nervous curiosity didn't last long. I heard the polite voice of Maeko Chung, Constance's Japanese born, Chinese raised, maid and the mother of my best grade four student: "Good morning, Mistress."

I felt some shuffling on the bed and Constance groggily respond, "Good morning, Maeko." A lengthy silence followed before I began hearing soft moans and realized what Maeko was doing. I was shocked at the thought of the sweet, shy woman, doing what she was apparently doing. Yet my pussy was betraying me again, getting tingly while I quietly listened, like a voyeur, to the lesbian scene going on right beside me like I wasn't there.

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I briefly reminisced about the first time I was a silent bystander to a sexual performance. It was the summer after I graduated high school, and I was on a girls'-only camping trip. I was sharing a tent with Sierra, one of my three closest friends. We had partied pretty hard with a bunch of college boys and I, quite drunk and worried I might do something I would regret, called it a night. An hour later, I was woken up by a male voice. "What about your friend?"

"Don't worry about Hannah, she is passed out. An earthquake wouldn't wake her. Now let me take a look at what you got for me."

Still being half asleep, I didn't instantly realize what was happening a foot away. But the realization was made abundantly clear when the male voice mumbled, "That's it baby, suck my cock."

The loud slurping sound confirmed Sierra's exhibitionist extra-curricular activity. A couple of minutes later, I felt a leg bump mine, some shuffling into Sierra's sleeping bag, followed soon after by Sierra's unmistakable high-pitched voice. "Yes harder, fuck me harder. Fuck me like a slut."

I listened stunned, not remotely able to believe Sierra, the vigilant feminist of our close knit group, calling herself a slut or having some summer fling. It was her idea to make it a girls'-only trip, so the irony was obvious.

Still drunk myself, I unconsciously found myself touching myself. As the fucking continued inches away from me, I got wetter and wetter.

The guy taking Sierra's own name-calling as an invitation to treat her like a slut began to verbally assault my good friend. "That's it you fucking slut, take my big dick. Beg for me to fuck your tight cunt."

I cringed at the word cunt. Sierra, being the extreme feminist she was, despised the derogatory term and ripped apart anyone, boy or girl alike, who had the audacity to say it in her presence. I waited for Sierra's usual lambasting and feminist rant, but instead heard her say the word I never, in a million years, thought would ever be uttered from her lips, particularly used in the way she used it. "Yes, fuck my cunt. Pound me. Fill my cunt with that big hard cock of yours."

I let out a little gasp of shock from hearing her use the forbidden 'C' word. My hand, having a mind of its own, began rubbing my clit faster and with more pressure. The verbal degradation of one of my best friends should have angered me, but instead only increased my desire to come.

I listened to the naughty act of sin like a perverted boy watching his first porn. Each time the guy called Sierra a cunt, slut, or whore, I put more pressure on my own cunt, imagining I was the slut whose cunt he was ravishing.

As Sierra screamed, "Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming," I simultaneously had the most intense orgasm of my young life so far. I muffled my pleasure, terrified of being caught in such an intimate act; terrified that they might catch on to the fact that I had masturbated to their fucking. Suddenly mortified by my actions, I quickly moved my hand away from my liberated vagina and tried to make sense of what just happened.  

**********

I was brought back to my present reality when I heard Constance scream, "Yes Maeko, get Mommy off, yes, yes, yesssssss."

Another silence lingered as I nervously waited for the inevitable.

"Maeko, excellent as always."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Maeko, could you please wake up my guest with your special wake up call?"

"As you wish, Mistress."

I held my breath, exciting trepidation overwhelming me. I felt hands pull the thin blanket off me. Warm hands opened my legs apart. I felt Maeko move between my legs. "Good morning, Ms. Hawkins."

I opened my eyes, feigning surprise, but my very wet pussy gave away any pretence of innocence. "Good morning, Mrs. Chung."

"Ahhh, my pet is awake. How are you this morning?"

"Goooood," I moaned, Maeko's tongue making contact just as I attempted to answer.

"Goooood," Constance replicated mockingly, her condescending tone returning. Maeko licked my pussy with quick sharp licks, the teasing sensation driving me nuts. I wanted to shove her head into my cunt, to use her tongue as a small cock to fuck me.

Constance, recognizing my deliriously horny state from the teasing, said, "She's fucking amazing isn't she? I don't know how she does it, but those teasing slaps she does with her tongue are one of a kind. Are you close to orgasm, my pet?"

Finding it hard to concentrate on Constance's words, I mumbled through heavy breathing, "So close, Mistress."

"Just tell the slut what you want. She always obeys completely. She was born to please."

Desperate to come, I, out of character, ordered, "Finger me Maeko. Fuck my cunt."

Obeying in record speed, she slipped not one, but two of her thin fingers inside my oasis of juice. As her fingers slid in and out of my pussy, Maeko took my clit into her mouth and sucked on it as she somehow simultaneously used her tongue to lick my clit. The dual pleasure was too much and I bellowed loud enough to wake the dead, "Oh my fucking God, fuck me, fuck me, yesssssssss."

My body quaked and quaked, a seemingly never-ending flow of convulsions. Maeko quit fingering me and let go of my clit, but continued pleasing me gently by licking the juice from my pussy lips. My pussy lips, tender from the excessive attention of the last twelve hours, began to feel numb. I pushed Maeko away. "No more."

It was like I had slapped her in the face. "I'm sorry if I didn't please you, Ms. Hawkins."

"Oh my God, no Maeko. You pleased me completely. So much in fact, my vagina is a bit tender now."

"It's called a cunt, my pet. Little children have vaginas," Mistress Constance corrected.

"Sorry, Mistress. My cunt is sore from all the attention. It was been relatively neglected for quite some time, so all this sudden attention is a bit overwhelming."

"Well, that won't be a concern anymore," Mistress guaranteed. She got off the bed and grabbed a robe. "Maeko will take you to the guest shower."

"Thank you," I absurdly replied. Constance ignored my words as she disappeared into her private washroom.

Maeko handed me a robe and I silently followed her to another bathroom. She offered, with a subservient smile, "If there is anything you need Ms. Hawkins, please ask."

My face still flushed, I responded, "Thank you, I think I should be ok."

Maeko walked away and I went into the washroom and turned on the shower. As the hot water washed away my sin, I realized I still had no solution to my problems. I bounced around different scenarios, but none seemed to get me back to normality. As I lathered my body, I thought back to how just yesterday afternoon I spent twenty minutes with Mrs. Chung, discussing her daughter's unbelievable academic success. There was not even the slightest inkling of what was to happen. I was eternally grateful that I would not have another interview with her or Constance this year. I finished my shower and grabbed the robe just as there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door and Maeko handed me my bra and a blue dress. The dress was very cute and, thankfully, school-appropriate. I went to close the door, but Mrs. Chung stopped me. "I am supposed to help you with the dress and stockings, Ms. Hawkins."   

"Oh," I responded, slightly dazed.

I put on my bra and my dress and stood shyly, odd after what she had just done to me, while she zipped my dress up for me. Once my dress was zipped, she asked me politely to sit on the toilet seat and proceeded to slowly put the thigh high stockings on my leg. The dark mocha colour really gave my legs a sexy look to them and my pussy began to tingle again as I felt Maeko's gentle hands slide the silk up my legs. Her expert tongue so close to my cunt had me almost salivating as I relived in my head the pleasure she recently gave me. Once both stockings were on, Maeko stood up, "Is there anything else I can do for you Ms. Hawkins?"

"My panties?"

Maeko's face flushed, "Mistress doesn't like any of her pets to wear underwear."

"Oh," I replied, slightly stunned by this newest piece of information.

She went to the door. "Follow me to the kitchen."

I reached for her hand, dying to know the answer, "How did you become her, um, her...."

Maeko smiled genuinely at me as she finished my question. "How did I end up a full-service maid?"

"Yes, please tell me," I exclaimed, thankful she understood my blabbering question and curious to know how Constance seduced her.



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She retold the story, not once making eye contact with me. Her tone was not one of shame, but rather shyness. "I applied for the job as her maid two years ago. Mistress recognized me from some school function and the fact we had children in the same grade. She explained that she was a very demanding boss and expected perfection and total obedience from her help. I explained I was born in Japan, but grew up in China and lived in a home with a very domineering father and a mother with very high expectations. This seemed to please her and I was hired. For two months there was nothing obviously unique about the job; I even saw the Master of the house a few times. In retrospect, there were many small subtle things, but nothing that gave me any reason to be prepared for what would eventually be expected of me. For example, she often touched me gently whenever she spoke to me, she often complimented me on my appearance and she continually made alterations to my work outfit. What started as a simple maid outfit slowly changed into something much more provocative. The skirt got shorter and the blouse a little tighter. One day she informed me she expected her servants to always wear three-inch pumps. Although incredibly inconvenient for my job, I, of course, obeyed. Then two weeks ago I found a gift bag for me. In it were a dozen pairs of silk thigh high stockings with a note explaining she expected her servants to dress in classy stockings and not no-name pantyhose. I had never worn stockings before, nor did I even know such undergarments existed. It was clear she liked to demonstrate her power and our different social status. But once I put them on, I was surprised how sexual I felt and how good the silk felt on my legs.

Then the final deciding moment occurred. I came to work at my usual 6:30 time and found a note on the kitchen table to please come upstairs the moment I arrived. I followed the instruction and walked in on Mistress naked with a woman between her legs. I was stunned. I had never seen two women together. Mistress ordered me to the bed and once I reached her she explained that she was considering a major change in my duties. She explained that she wanted me to be a full-service maid. I didn't respond, unclear of her intent. Mistress made it crystal clear as she ordered me to get on the bed and replace the girl who was currently serving her. I stood mystified by the request. She repeated her order, her tone domineering and clearly daring me to disobey. Without a word, I moved onto the bed and a very pretty woman, who I would later learn was the Mayor's wife moved from between Mistress's legs. I moved between them and waited further instructions. Mistress explained that while most people liked to wake up with an alarm and coffee, she liked to be woken up by having her cunt licked. She further explained that if I was to stay on as her maid, her full service maid, this would be one of my duties. She also added that the full service maid comes with many perks including a substantial raise, a vehicle, and a clothing allowance. I would like to say I resisted, that I was forced into this role, but I, like you I am guessing, obeyed on my own free will. Oh sure she was dominant and very intimidating, but I accepted my role all on my own. I leaned in and licked her cunt. I had no idea what I was doing, having never done it before, nor had I ever had it done to me before either, my husband seeing it as something only sluts did. I licked and nibbled until she began moaning and telling me not to stop. Once she orgasmed on my face, I felt a strange tingle flow throughout my body. I felt a thrill having pleased her in such a way. I also felt a strange feeling of power in being able to bring someone such joy. Mistress, once she recovered from her orgasm, asked if I accepted my new terms. I shook my head in acceptance and watched as a triumphant smile spread across her face. She went on to tell me that it was time to get my first bonus. She instructed the other woman to please me. I attempted to object; explaining I was married and had never had that done to me before. I was first scolded for questioning her and then comforted when she came to grips that I had never, ever, been pleasured by a tongue, even my husband's. She explained she too was married and that Pamela Washington, the Mayor's wife, was obviously also married. She went on to explain that no man can please a woman like another woman and it was time for me to learn the forbidden fruit of lesbian lust. Mistress instructed the stranger to show me exactly how good sex with a woman could be. The pretty woman aggressively flipped me onto my back and gave me pleasure I didn't know was possible. I came in less than two minutes. That night I went online and read articles on how to please a woman. Over the next week I also watched online videos. I was determined to be excellent at it, like I strive to be excellent in everything else I do." 

**********

"Wow," was all I could muster. I hid the fact that her story of submission had made me horny yet again.

Oblivious to my horniness and awe, she suggested, "We better go. Mistress will be wondering. Patience is not one of her strong points." For the first time in ten minutes, she allowed our eyes to meet. She let a smile break her usual mask of obedience.

I followed her to the kitchen and saw Mistress at a large table eating. I went to sit down at one of the seven empty chairs but was stopped. "Your spot is over here, my pet."

She pointed beside her. Once I reached her, I again attempted to take a seat and was rebuffed a second time.

"No, no, no, my pet. Pets don't eat at the table, they eat on the floor."

My cheeks went red with humiliation. I glanced down and saw a plate with sausage, eggs and toast on the ground. A glass of orange juice and cutlery was beside it.

When I didn't move, Constance asked, "Is there a problem, my pet?"

Mortified, insulted and enraged, I wanted to scream yes there is a fucking problem, a big fucking problem, but instead responded like a good pet, "No problem, Mistress." I sat down on the hardwood floor.

"Good," she purred. "I didn't think I would have discipline issues with you."

We ate in silence, shame burning through my entire being. Here I was a mother of one, a respected teacher in the community, being treated like a household pet. Would the humiliation ever end?

Once breakfast was done, Mistress Constance announced, "Well we better get you to work, my pet."

I stood up and followed her outside to her vehicle. We drove in silence for a couple of minutes until Constance informed, "My pet, just so you know, anyone you see wearing the collar you have on is a sub of mine. Understand that as soon as they see you wearing the collar today, they will know you are mine too. Also, as the newest addition to my growing list of subs, you are on the bottom of the totem pole. In other words, you are to obey any command any other sub of mine requests, as long as it does not impact your family or job. Is that understood?"

I had no response. I did understand, but this was getting way out of control. I attempted to reason with her. "Mistress I do understand, but is there any way to keep this between you and me?"

"Are you ashamed to be my pet?"

I thought briefly about the question. I was ashamed, but not because I was her pet, but because I was so weak. I was ashamed that I enjoyed my submission so much and that even now in this non-threatening situation I was already looking forward to the next time. That said, I didn't want the whole world, or anyone else for that matter, knowing what kind of sexual deviant I was. I tried to explain my feelings to her. "No, Mistress, I am not ashamed of you. I am ashamed by my weakness and afraid for others to know the truth."




Training Teacher Ch. 02



Her tone was sweet and caring, a surprising shift from her usual up front and blunt tone. "Oh, is that it? The only ones who will know have already submitted to me, my pet. They know exactly what you are feeling. They have been exactly where you are right now. They will actually help you come to grips with your new reality."

"New reality," I murmured.

She smiled, "Yes. Your life will never be the same. Everything you thought you knew about yourself has vanished and been replaced by a new reality. In this reality you need to accept your role as my submissive, my sub. A reality where you accept you have no control over certain parts of your life. The sooner you do, the easier your training from lonely divorcee to eager submissive will be. You were not a happy woman when I met you. You were lost and lonely and searching for that missing piece. You just didn't know what that missing piece was. You were searching for something that only someone like me could give you. You needed me. It is obvious, you desperately need to be told what to do, more so than any of my other subs, quite frankly. Your personality is submissive. Accept it."

I tried to process this lengthy assessment of my character. As much as I would like to deny such an extreme assessment of who I am, I couldn't. Everything she said was true. As I was about to respond, we arrived in the staff parking lot. Anxiety washed over me as I worried who might see me get out of her car.

Seeing my nervousness she chuckled, "No one is going to see you leaving a person's vehicle and know that you are a cunt-licking sub who needs to have a Mistress, my pet."

Of course she was right, although her vivid language had me red again. The best way to hide the truth was to act normal.

Her hand went under my dress. "You are pretty wet, my pet."

I blushed, knowing she was indeed right.

Her finger slipped easily in my cunt and she finger-fucked me slowly. Smiling, she teased, "Aren't you the least bit curious who else has submitted to me?"

I moaned, "Yes, Mistress, I am both curious and scared."

Her fingers left my cunt and she licked off my juices. "I have to admit, my pet, you are fucking delicious."

I couldn't believe how happy I felt hearing such an absurd compliment. "Thank you, Mistress."

Breaking the brief moment of intimate sweetness, she abruptly asked me to leave. "Now get out of here, I have an appointment in twenty minutes."

I obeyed, getting out of the vehicle. She drove away and I walked towards the school, no one else knowing of my inner turmoil or my sexual descent.

I kept my head down as best I could and made it to my classroom without seeing a colleague. I prepared for my day and jumped like a guilty criminal when Alice came into my room. I noticed she did not have a collar on her neck and gave a silent sigh of relief. She asked how my Pederson interview went and I replied not as I expected, which was the understatement of the millennium. We chatted briefly about trivial work crap and she left.

Until recess, the morning came and went without any drama. I was on supervision this week and could no longer avoid all the potential colleagues who may soon learn of my, what did Mistress call it, new reality.

I did supervision was again grateful that both other supervisors were men. I made it back to my class and led my students to the library for their weekly book reading. I had my students sit on the floor in the reader's corner like I usually did and sat down at the back so I could watch all my students. They seldom misbehaved, but every once in a while....

I was chatting with one of my students when Mrs. Hamilton began to read. I didn't look up right away. She greeted the class. "Good morning, grade fours."

The class replied in attempted unison, "Good morning, Mrs. Hamilton."

I still hadn't really paid much attention, distracted by a couple of students who had not yet settled down. "Today's story is about secrets."

Her deliberate hinting tone startled me. I looked up to our late 40s librarian, and recognized the collar on her neck. I gazed into her eyes and she gave me an all too knowing smile. I quickly broke eye contact and began to hyper-ventilate. I attempted desperately to control my breathing while Mrs. Hamilton read the story.

I zoned out as she read, trying to wrap my head around the realization that our married, mother of six, librarian, was one of Constance Pederson's subs. If Mary Hamilton, the jolly, outgoing, rather chubby British librarian was a sub, then anyone on our staff was a possibility. Every female staff member flashed in my head, each now a real possibility to be a lesbian submissive.

I was brought back to the present when Mary's tone changed for certain words in the story. I began to listen as it became clear she was attempting to give me a message, tease me or test me; possibly all. As she continued to read the story, she continued to stress certain words like: obey, secret, bad, surprised, ecstatic and soon. I took the coded message as a clear indication that Mary was thrilled I had joined this exclusive secret club and that she planned to do something to me soon.

As soon as the story was done, I ordered my students back to class, hoping to get out of the library without having to have a conversation with Mary. Alas, Mary made sure that didn't happen. She instructed our students to sit down as our librarian assistant read a second story to them.

Mary invited me to her office and I reluctantly and nervously followed. She closed the door and immediately spoke. "I can't believe it was you. Mistress said she planned to add one more sub to her group from this school, but I never considered you as an option."

Much to my surprise, I got defensive, feeling insulted that she didn't think I was good enough for Constance. "And why wasn't I an option?" I cattily asked.

The librarian smiled and laughed genuinely. "Oh don't take it personally, Hannah. I just thought you were too strong to be broken by her. But I guess if she can have Betty crawling on the floor licking all the cum after an eight person gangbang, no one is impossible."

"Eight person gangbang? Principal Pierce?" I mumbled in complete disbelief.

"Oh yes. Betty questioned Constance in front of a couple other subs and was punished by being gangbanged by the college football team. She wore a mask so the boys didn't know who they were coming on and in. After all eight shot their loads, our dear Principal was ordered to clean the floor with her mouth."

I didn't say a word. If my mouth could drop to the floor like in those Roger Rabbit cartoons, mine would have. Finally I asked the question I was dreading, "How many others are there?"

"Here or total?"

"Both."

"At this school you are number five; in our school division at least another five; if you add others in the community at least twenty-five or thirty."

The numbers hit through me like a tornado touching the surface after spinning for days. "Twenty-five or thirty," I muttered.

"Yep. But I am thrilled she chose you."

"You are?"

"Yes, I have had a crush on you for a long time,"

"You have?" I questioned, in a haze of flattered confusion.

"Oh yes, but now is not the time to get into that conversation. You should get back to your students, but we are not done here, my dear."

I nodded in acknowledgement and returned to the library. Once back in my class, I cursed that I didn't ask who the other two were. I made it to lunch, barely, my nerves near the brink of a complete Lindsay Lohan type of collapse.

I went to the cafeteria to grab some lunch. I checked slyly for any other collars, now wanting to know. None of the cafeteria ladies were wearing the symbol of submission. I grabbed my lunch and returned to my room without any further incident. As I ate my lunch, I couldn't decide what was more stressful: actually finding out who the other subs were or waiting to find out.

Just as I finished my lunch, I was paged to the office. I tossed my plate in the trash and headed to the office. I wasn't overly worried about seeing a collar in the office. Our secretary was 55 and a sweet grandma who often baked cookies for the staff. Our Vice-principal was a male so he was safe. Lastly, although I now knew that Principal Pierce was a sub, she was always on supervision patrol at lunch, so it was very unlikely she would be in the office. That said, my nerves began to shake as I approached the office.

I reached the office and let out a gasp. Our sweet-as-cotton-candy secretary was wearing the same declaration of obedience I was. I couldn't even begin to fathom a situation where she would submit sexually to Mrs. Peterson could transpire. It was completely unfathomable. She greeted, in her usual sweet voice, "I heard you had joined our group."

"You?" I asked, unbelievably.

She shrugged, "I really had no choice. None of us do."

Still in a state of shock, "How?"

"All in good time, my dear, all in good time," the collared secretary said. "Ms. Pierce will see you now."

I took a deep breath and walked into our ice queen of a principal's office and closed the door.

"I suggest you lock the door, Hannah," Ms. Pierce recommended.

Expecting the worst, I did as suggested and locked the door.

I turned around. Ms. Pierce was at her desk, a devious smile on her face, "Well hi there, Hannah. How was last night?"

As expected, the collar was on her neck. I looked down, avoiding eye contact, but instead got another surprise. A pair of heels was protruding out from under Ms. Pierce's desk. I returned my confused, stunned, nervous and uncomfortable gaze back to Ms. Pierce. Then suddenly anger filled me when it occurred to me that she played a prominent part of yesterday's seduction. "You knew about this," I accused.

She shrugged, like it was no big deal, "Yes, I did, Hannah. It wasn't my idea, but when Mistress explained her plan to seduce you I assisted as requested."

"Why?"

"Oh don't play victim on me. You desperately needed this."

"How could you possibly know this?" I asked, my anger bubbling to the surface.

"Am I wrong?"

"That's not the point," I replied angrily.

Ms. Pierce's tone shifted from conversational to authoritative, "Look Hannah, it no longer matters, does it? You, like me, Donna, Mary and the dyke between my legs, are subs to Mistress Constance. How it happened doesn't matter. We are the chosen few."

I glared at her, curiosity of who was under the desk beginning to nag at me. "You had no right."

"Hannah, this is getting old. I want to ask you a simple question. Would you go back in time eighteen hours if you could and do anything different?"

My rage began to simmer. I considered the question and had mixed emotions. On the one hand, today had been the most stressful day in my life and I was an emotional mess...and it was only lunch. If I could go back to when life made sense, life would be so much easier. Yet, on the other hand, I had never felt so liberated and never felt so free as I had last night. Giving myself mind and body to someone was the freest I had ever felt, and I definitely wanted to have that feeling again. Not to mention I had never felt such sexual pleasure as I did last night and this morning.

Her moans were also distracting and I couldn't help but have a growing part of me want to be the girl under the desk. I tried to erase the image from my head, but it kept remerging. I hated this bitch.

"I'll take your long silence as a no you wouldn't change yesterday. Am I right?"

"Yes," I confirmed, defeated.

"Come here," she ordered.

I tentatively obeyed.

"Now just so you know, we don't usually have sex at school, but today is a special day. It isn't every day we get an addition into our special group."

I held my breath, oddly hoping to be told what to do.

"On your knees, Hannah."

Remembering Mistress's instructions to obey every command from a collared woman, I obeyed, my pussy already beginning to leak.

"You want to please me, don't you?"

Although my mind wanted to yell 'no, I don't, you fucking bitch,' my body was in control and I heard myself almost beg, "Yes, Ms. Pierce."

"Yes what, Hannah?" she asked, definitely attempting to exert her power over me.

Frustrated, horny and surprisingly eager to please and obey my bitch of a principal, "Yes, I want to please you."

"How?"

Fuck she really wanted to put me in my place. Frustrated and wanting to show a bit of a spine, I decided to answer boldly, "I want to crawl under your desk and replace the slut currently pleasing you."

Mrs. Pierce smiled, obviously happy with my naughty and submissive answer. Wanting confirmation and using my own words, "You are offering to replace the slut between my legs."

"Yes."

Ms. Pierce rolled her chair back and allowed the slut, as I called her, to crawl out from underneath her desk.

Who I saw, face glistening in cunt juice, was one last shocking surprise. I was face to face with my best friend for the past three years, my neighbour, Amy. Her facial expression, like mine I am sure, was one of complete embarrassment. Her eyes seemed to be pleading an apology. I couldn't believe it. Amy the married mother of two, a four year old and an 18 month old, was also a sub. It seemed so improbable, I still didn't believe it even though I was currently witnessing it.

Ms. Pierce, clearly amused by the last revelation and my reaction to it, asked, "Are you going to get under there or what? Class begins in fifteen minutes."

I gave one last look back at Amy, whose expression was unreadable, before I disappeared under my Principal's desk. She rolled her chair back and her pussy was instantly in front of me. Much to my surprise, it was quite hairy, although I couldn't see that well under the desk. I leaned forward and began to please my principal, the person who, before yesterday, was number three on my most hated list, behind only my bastard of an ex-husband and Constance. Due to the abundance of hair surrounding her cunt, the pleasing was substantially more challenging than my first time yesterday licking Mistress Constance's shaved pussy. Oddly, her aroma was intoxicating, seemingly held in by her pubic hair. Concerned about time, I used my finger to fuck her as I attempted to lick her. Luckily, Amy already had her very wet and the double pleasure I gave her had her moaning rather quickly and I knew when she squeezed her legs tight against my head she was close. I hooked my finger inside her cunt, searching for her G-spot. Although slightly elusive, once I found it, her legs pulled me in and she came all over my mouth. I continued to lap at her juices until the chair rolled away. I quickly crawled from underneath the desk and stood up, desperate to end this humiliation. I perused the room, but Amy was gone.

"Wow, for a rookie, you have great potential."

"Thanks, I guess," I replied, not sure whether that was necessarily a good thing.

"You better go clean up before you return to class."

She pointed to the bathroom in her office. I washed up and was thankful that I was not much of a make-up person. I returned to Ms. Pierce's office.

"One last thing, Hannah."

I feared what else there could possibly be. "Yes," I replied, my tone going for annoyed.

"When we are alone, you may call me Betty."

"Ok, Betty," I responded, the name sounding odd and slightly bitter on my lips.

I left her office and returned to class. Knowing all four of Mistress's other subs lifted a major burden. The anxiety I was feeling had dissipated and was replaced by dread and I pondered my next conversation with Amy. When had she submitted? Why didn't I know? She taught Devon last year after returning from maternity and complained about him as well. Then suddenly it stopped. That must have been when she submitted, over a year ago.

Amy had become my best friend since we started teaching together three years ago. Last year, she moved across the street from me and we bonded even more. I was still married then, but when my marriage ended she was the one there for me. She listened, she supported, and she even played a little tough love to help get me back on my feet. She knew everything about me, until my life-altering change last night. I thought I knew everything about her, but apparently I didn't.

The day ended finally. I had just finished packing up for the night when Amy came to visit. She closed the door and sat on top of one of the student's desks. I noticed, for the first time, that the skirt she was wearing, while school appropriate, had a generous slit that when sitting like she was, revealed she was wearing thigh highs. A small smirk crossed my face, realizing she and I were now in the same predicament.

Amy broke the awkward silence, "Hannah, I am so sorry I never told you before."

I whispered, as if people could hear our perverse conversation beyond these four walls, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Would you have told me? Plus, how does one tell their best friend such a humiliating reality? It is not something that comes up in everyday conversation. Hi, how was your day? Good I bought a new outfit, tried a new recipe and, oh yeah, I became Constance Pederson's submissive slave."

I laughed. What else was there to do? She was right. Our situation was absurd and it is extremely unlikely, 99.9999 percent that I would have told Amy my situation if it hadn't come out the way it did. "I'm sorry, Amy, I am not mad at you, I am mad at myself."

Amy hopped off the desk to comfort me, wrapping her arms around me. Yesterday this would have been a simple friendly hug between two women, but today it could mean so many other things. She spoke gently, "Hannah, it is ok. I have accepted my role as her sub and for the most part it is not much different than before it occurred. She doesn't expect a lot of my time, but she does expect total obedience."

Tears ran down my cheeks like a rapid flowing river. "I couldn't resist, Amy. I tried, but I couldn't. Then to make matters worse, I really enjoyed it."

"It's ok, Hannah," Amy comforted, "It's ok."

"No, it's worse," I blurted, "I crave it. I can't get it out of my mind."

"Trust me, Hannah, I understand. I was in the same situation you were, just a year ago."

"How did it happen to you?" I blubbered through a wave of tears.

She rubbed my back, "The same as you I think. It was parent-teacher interviews and one minute I am defending the critical comments on Devon's report card and next thing I know she was fingering me at my desk. Half an hour later, I was at her house and the rest is still a blur."

"How do we end it?"

Amy asked sincerely, "Do you really want to end it? I know your next month will be intense as she tests you to make sure you will be loyal. But after that, things settle down."

"Yes...no...I don't know," I blabbered, an incoherent mess, as I backed up a bit.

"It's ok, Hannah. It will take some time to come to grips with what has happened. I know it is very overwhelming."

"That is an understatement," I joked, attempting to lighten the tense mood.

"But seriously, Hannah, I am always here for you. If you need to talk about this, I am here to listen."

"I know, Amy, it's just I don't even know where to begin. I feel angry, confused, ashamed, lost, embarrassed, and mortified. Yet, I also feel excited, needed, and important. If that makes any sense," I attempted to explain, not remotely understanding myself.

"I completely understand Hannah. I have been through every emotion you are feeling as well. I have only recently accepted the reality of who I am." Amy paused, her eyes swimming directly into mine. She took a deep breath and nervously announced, "Hannah, I have to tell you something, I have wanted to tell you for quite some time."

I wiped my tears away from my eyes, before looking directly into hers. "Amy, you can tell me anything. Apparently, you know everything about me."




Training Teacher Ch. 02



"I am a lesbian, Hannah. I have known this for a long time, but I had never completely come to grips with it. So when Constance seduced me, I didn't even attempt to fight it. I wanted it. I needed it. She saw that in me and she seemed to have seen it in you too. Now I don't mean I am bi or just a submissive for Mistress Constance. I mean I am in love with a woman. A beautiful, sexy, smart, sweet woman I want to spend the rest of my life with."

I was shocked by this admission; she seemed to be happily married. I could only recall a handful of times she had complained about Eric. Being a good friend, "It's Ok, Amy, I love you for who you are, the same way I know you love me and accept me. You mean the world to me Amy and I will be there for whatever you need." As soon as I acknowledged this, I knew it was true. Amy was my lifeline, the one who was there whenever I needed it, selflessly helping me through my divorce, my job and even looking after my daughter Elaine.

It was Amy's turn to break down. Tears flowed down her cheeks like wine. Suddenly I wanted to taste them. I took my finger and caught a tear and placed it to my lips. The sweetness warmed me. Amy was about to say something, but fearing it would break this intimate moment and a thirst I was desperate to quench, I was impulsive for one of the first times in memory. I leaned in and kissed her. I didn't think first, I just let my instincts take over. She had been my best friend for a long time and this seemed so natural after a long day of very unnatural things. She returned the kiss and soon we were having our first kiss. We kissed for maybe a minute and just as I could feel the tingle in my spine flow up my back and my pussy began to feel that special warmth, Amy broke the kiss.

She looked directly into my eyes, "Hannah, I don't want to take advantage of you during such a vulnerable time."

"I kissed you," I pointed out, tapping her nose with my finger.

"Are y-y-you s-sure?" Amy stuttered, her nervousness clearly prevalent.

"One hundred percent," I responded, being sure about something for the first time in the last twenty-hour strange hours.

"Hannah," Amy's tears began to flow again, "It's you!"

"Yes it is," I responded, kiddingly, unclear of her intent.

"No, Hannah. I love you."

"I love you too, Amy."

"No, Hannah. I love you, love you. I love you in the I want-to-divorce-my-husband-move-in-with-you-and-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you kind of love you."

Suddenly the world stopped. In this brief moment of clarity, a moment that only happens a couple times in one's lifetime, I saw her, my life and the world for what it was. She was the one. And if it took the complete humiliation of submitting to Constance to realize what was right in front of my eyes, well so be it. Fate had a funny way of playing, but I wasn't going to let this chance of happiness slip through my hands. "I love you too," I proclaimed, my whole body warming inside, telling my heart the words I returned were true.

The smile on her face and the glow in her cheeks radiated from her as she hugged me again. An embrace so sweet, so tender, that I was putty in her arms. In her embrace, I felt at home for the first time since before my marriage collapsed. I felt love.

It's funny though, the awkward silence that follows a declaration of love. She looked at me words on the tip of her tongue and I returned the gaze with words on the tip of mine.

Finally, Amy broke the silence, "Well now what?"

"Well, bastard who shall remain nameless has Elaine until 8 o'clock tonight. So let's go to my place and talk in private. My mind is already thinking of a trillion questions to ask you and another part of me is thinking of a trillion things to do to you."

"Oh my, Hannah," Amy exclaimed, "If I had only known sooner."

"I myself didn't know, so how could you know?" I shrugged, reaching for my bag. "Meet you at my place?"

"I wouldn't miss it," Amy guaranteed and followed me out of my class and to the parking lot.

During the drive home, away from Amy, I had time to think rationally. Did I really love her or was it just the heat of the moment? After a pros and cons list like I always do in my head, I concluded that yes, I loved her. Not just a friend love, but indeed a 'I-want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you' kind of love. Was I ready for such love? I realized whether I was ready or not, it was here, and my heart was speaking for me. The excitement of being in love and in a relationship with my best friend was countered by the fact that I had a six-year-old daughter and she had two young children. My daughter, obviously, knew Amy really well and called her Auntie. How would I explain this to my daughter? Or would I? Was I ready for the complications that came with a relationship, especially a same-sex relationship? I arrived at my house with all these questions swirling in my head and not an answer in sight. My horniness was long gone and replaced by excessive anxiety. I began to place roadblock after roadblock on my relationship before it started.

Luckily for my over-reactive brain, Amy pulled up into her driveway and I had to suppress the million nagging thoughts pecking at my brain.

Once inside, I grabbed a bottle of wine, filled both our glasses and brought the bottle with me to the living room. Amy was sitting down on the couch and I handed her a glass of wine and sat down beside her like I always had. We looked at each other and as soon as I saw the twinkle in the green of her eyes and the resonating warmth of her smile, my worries disappeared. She sipped her wine and asked concerned, as she put her hand on my stocking-covered knee, "Are you sure, Hannah?"

The warmth of her hand had me instantly distracted and instantly feeling the heat down below. And although I was not remotely sure what the future held, or if there was really a chance for us to be a real couple, I answered with all my heart, "I have never been surer of anything in my life, Amy."

Her smile grew wider and she took my wine glass and put both on the table. Returning to me, she put both hands on my cheeks and, without a word, leaned in for a kiss. I could feel fireworks explode in my head as our lips touched and her tongue slipped inside my mouth. The kiss began soft and tender, but slowly grew in heat and passion. We were making out like two teenagers on a first date, our tongues exploring every crevice of each other's mouths. My breathing got heavier and I became desperate to do more. My hands began to explore Amy's body. She did the same. Her hands caressing my arms and legs had me weak at the knees and I was thankful to be sitting. As if hearing my inner thoughts, Amy broke the kiss and pulled me up. She fumbled with my zipper as she fervently attempted to get my dress off. Once off, she gently pushed me back onto the couch and onto my back. I lay on the couch like prey, and as my predator looked me over, I could sense her need to devour me. Her smile of lust was like an aphrodisiac and I was desperate to be the main course. Much to my surprise, and at first disappointment, she didn't devour me whole. Instead I became a full course meal. She took off my heels and took my pinkie toe in her mouth. She sucked on it, in essence making love to my toe. She continued this erotic teasing, taking each of my toes into her mouth and repeating the sensual tease. My moans continued with each toe. She followed the slow seduction, by repeating the process with my other foot. Time stood still as she savoured each of my toes through the sheer nylon. Once the last toe had been individually pleased, she lifted my foot up straight and licked the sole of my foot. It tickled slightly, but the sensation was unbelievable. She didn't seem to miss an inch of my foot. Again, she repeated the process on my other stocking-clad foot, making me a bowl of jelly and she hadn't even touched any of my special spots.

Speaking for the first time in fifteen minutes, "How are you doing, Hannah?"

"Exquisite," I replied, being a bit coy.

"Oh, I haven't even gotten started, my pet."

'My pet'. A chill went up my spine at Amy using the same pet name that Mistress Constance had just yesterday used in her seduction of me. I wondered if that meant she was my Mistress too, or was it just word play? I left the question unanswered. I was again distracted by the touch of Amy's lips, which were ever so gently kissing my ankle and slowly, like a turtle walking, moved up my leg. As Amy's head moved closer to my vagina, I thought I might explode. Her erotic teasing had me where I had never been before. Her head finally reached my pussy. She paused and deliberately made eye contact with me. She smiled and extended her tongue. Her tongue lightly brushed my pussy lips, yet another tease. After less than fifteen seconds of attention to my desperate pussy, she moved away and down my other leg. I thought I would explode, my body reacting to the incredible tease. She continued down my leg, kissing and nibbling my entire body. Once she reached my foot, she paused, bit my toe gently and slid her tongue up my entire leg. Again she reached my pussy and again she gave nothing more than a tease, rolling over it as she progressed up my body. She kissed my belly, tongued my belly button and moved up to my breasts.

Speaking for the first time in minutes, she ordered, although gently, "Take your bra off, Hannah."

I moved up a bit and obeyed the command, allowing my small breasts to come free.

Amy purred, "Your nipples are hard, baby. Is that because of me?"

"Yes," I moaned back, slightly embarrassed at how excited she had made me. "You are driving me crazy."

Amy winked, "I am going to make love to you Hannah. Every part of you needs to be worshipped."

I blushed even more, I imagine. Amy pushed me back onto my back and began kissing my breasts. At first she kissed and licked my breasts, occasionally allowing her tongue or lips to lightly touch my nipple. The teasing was both exhilarating and frustrating. I was not used to having my body worshipped. I was used to my body being used for the pleasure of others, by my ex-husband, the few boys I dated back in the day and most recently last night by Mistress Constance. I wanted to be fucked, to be used and was not sure how to deal with this gentleness. As if she heard my inner thoughts, she began to bite my breasts and once on each breast she sucked my nipple into her mouth. I let out a loud moan, her warm mouth on my nipples allowing a chill to flow up my spine. Amy continued up my body to my neck, another weak spot, and finally my ear, my ultimate wet spot. As her hot breath and tongue bathed my ear, she repositioned her knee so it was directly against my pussy. I let out more of a scream than a moan, while Amy whispered, "You like that, baby?"

"Yes," I whimpered, my body completely at her every whim.

She bit my ear, harder than expected, before our lips met again. I attempted to hint to her my eagerness to come as I kissed her with reckless passion. Desperate to come, I attempted to rub my pussy on Amy's leg in an attempt to get off. Amy broke the kiss, "No, no, baby. All in good time, baby. Just let Amy treat you like you need to be treated."

I began, "Please Amy, I need...."

But she put her finger to my lips, "Shhhh, baby, just let Amy take care of you. I promise you it will be worth the wait."

She moved back down my body, her tongue again meandering haphazardly on my skin. Once she reached my now wet pussy, she ordered, "Turn around, baby."

I obeyed and was on my knees, my arms resting on the couch. I couldn't see her well, but could feel her tongue and lips on my ass. She worshipped my ass like she had the rest of my body: with kisses, licks, nibbles and bites. I was a horny mess by this time. She pushed my ass slightly forward and pulled my ass cheeks apart. Much to my surprise, I felt her tongue on my rosebud. I couldn't believe it. My best friend, who had been with me through thick and thin, was now tonguing my asshole. It was really incomprehensible. Even more shocking was how good her tongue felt in my taboo area. I let out another moan, the teasing and random pleasing driving me mad. Suddenly, without warning, I felt a finger slip inside my pussy.

"Aaaaahh," I bellowed, shocked by the sudden penetration and just as equally thrilled by it.

Amy pumped her fingers in and out of my soaking wet pussy for a brief time and just as suddenly pulled them out, leaving my pussy an abandoned mess.

"Please Amy, put them back in," I begged, pushing my ass back, blindly attempting to find her fingers.

Amy spanked my ass, not hard, but not playful either. "Patience, baby, patience," she instructed in a tone that hinted at dominance. I wanted to yell at her to quit teasing me and just fuck me, but I didn't. A second slap on my ass followed, slightly harder, and she commanded, "Baby, turn back around."

"Yes, Mistress," I accidently replied. I attempted to correct myself, "I-I-I ...."

"Mistress," Amy mused, her finger slowly caressing my inner thigh. Her tone shifting to serious, "Do you want me to be your Mistress, Hannah?"

Her eyes bored into me, her smile not giving away whether she was serious or not. Unsure what to say, I finally stammered, "I-I-I-um."

"You do want me to be your Mistress, don't you baby?" Before I could respond and admit my true desire to be her loyal, willing, unconditional sub, she, thankfully, went between my legs and began licking. After all the gentleness of the past hour, I was expecting a similar tenderness when she finally began licking me. Instead, I got an all out assault on my pussy. She went directly to my clit and sucked on it, attempting to swallow it whole. I let out an earth shattering scream the moment my best friend's mouth made contact. I orgasmed in only a few seconds. As the orgasm quaked through my entire being, Amy let my clit slip out of her mouth, but kept licking. The continued licking of my cunt with constant pressure from Amy, kept my juices flowing and as the first orgasm began to dissipate, a second orgasm was already building. Amy kept licking, moving her whole head up and down, almost like she was bobbing on a cock. I watched closely, mesmerized by the sight of my beautiful, sweet, compassionate best friend, pleasuring me in a way I couldn't even have begun to imagine twenty-four hours ago. Her eyes met mine and I blushed, feeling like I had just been caught stealing from the cookie jar. Yet, unlike shy and insecure me, I didn't break eye contact. Instead I continued to gaze into the eyes of my best friend. She seemed to smile, although it was hard to tell with her mouth full of my pussy. She began to hum on my pussy lips, and a new sensation hit me. Almost instantly, a second orgasm flowed through me even greater than the first. I screamed, "Oh my God Amy, don't stop, please don't stop."

Amy obliged, continuing to lick my soaking wet cunt. My juices flooded out of me like a tidal wave. My best friend licked and licked, continuing to please me as I almost hyperventilated from the pure pleasure. She slowed down while I slowly attempted to regain my breath. Just when I thought I was done, Amy surprised me again. She suddenly slid two fingers into my cunt. The suddenness made me scream in delicious joy and while she finger-fucked me hard and fast, she took my clit back in her mouth. Again unaware of my words, I screamed, "Yes Mistress, make your slut cum. Fuck her hard." The intense double pleasure was too much and a third powerful orgasm hit me with full force. I realized my words only after they escaped my mouth. Amy didn't say anything while she continued pleasing me. Long past propriety, I continued my vocal babble, "Fuck, Amy, I have never felt so good. Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk."

The intense pressure was too much, my pussy raw from the constant coming and I had to push Amy's expert mouth away. "Stop, stop, oh my God, I can't take anymore."

Amy's smile was one of pure satisfaction. She stood up and said, her tone a bit more powerful than I had ever heard from her, "Ok, pet. Calling me Mistress once could be seen as a slip of the tongue, but twice, well that is curious." She took off her shirt. Once off, she discarded it on the floor. While she unzipped her skirt, she explained, "Baby, you are completely submissive aren't you?"

"I think so," I whispered, somewhat ashamed.

Her skirt fell to the floor, displaying a beautiful shaved pussy, with a nice patch of hair above her clit. Her eyes never left mine. "So baby, are you ready to please me?"

I wanted nothing more. This time I knew exactly what I was saying when I responded, "Yes, Mistress Amy."

Amy directed me to come to her using only her finger. I surprised her, I think, when I got on the floor and crawled the few feet to her. Suddenly anxiety filled me. I so desperately wanted to please her, I was worried I would be a disappointment, especially after what she had just done do me. She asked, "You want to taste your Mistress's pussy, baby?"

"Yes, Mistress Amy," I responded, "but I am worried I won't please you the way you just pleased me."

"Oh baby, just do what is natural," she comforted.

Following her instructions, I sat up on my knees and began to lick Amy's pussy while she stood. As soon as my tongue made contact with her pussy, she moaned, "That's it baby, lick my pussy."

Although difficult to get comfortable, I continued licking her pussy lips, her heavenly scent and taste were an amazing assault on my senses. Deciding to attempt to tease her and at the same time show her I wanted to be her submissive, I moved away from her delicious nectar and kissed her thigh. I slowly, like she had done to me, moved down her leg, kissing gently her stocking-clad leg. When I reached her foot, I bent down and kissed her perfectly manicured toes, like a servant waiting further instruction.

"Baby, you really are the most submissive woman I have ever met. You get wet being told what to do, don't you baby?"

"Yes," I answered, no longer even ashamed by the reality of who I really was.

"Kiss my feet, baby, suck my toes like a good little sub," she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress Amy," I eagerly responded, happy to be told exactly what to do. No longer surprisingly, my pussy began to get a special tingling again.

I sucked each of her toes one at a time, as she had mine. I took my time, attempting to suck each toe in my mouth like a small cock. Pleasing her feet so thoroughly was exciting, although a bit difficult because of the sheer nylons on her feet. Once done, I moved to her other foot and repeated the gentle pleasure.

Once I was finished, her breathing now heavier, she asked, "Do you have any toys?"

"Just a vibrator."

"Well we will have to work on adding to your collection, baby," she advised. Sitting on the couch, she ordered, "Go get it, baby."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed and began to get up.

"No, no, baby. I like you on all fours like a good sub, a good pet. I want to watch you crawl and get it. Bring it back to me in your mouth like you are carrying a bone."

I fell back on all fours, "Yes, Mistress, your wish is my command." I crawled away, feeling her eyes bearing down on me. Such an order should have humiliated me, yet it actually made me hornier. The feeling of complete submission, of unconditional obedience, was liberating. And, unlike with Mistress Constance, where I never felt safe and was always nervous and scared, with Amy I felt completely at home and safe, completely comfortable and eager to make her happy. The stairs were a bit awkward at first and somewhat humiliating, but I fulfilled the instructions, retrieving my fuck-toy and returning on all fours with the toy in my mouth. If going up the stairs was awkward, going down was an adventure in balance. I went slowly, scared to stumble down the stairs, but also determined to not disobey a direct order.




Training Teacher Ch. 02



Once I finally made it back to Amy, I crawled to her feet. She patted my head and rewarded me, "You are such a good pet, aren't you, baby?"

I couldn't respond because of the toy still in my mouth.

She chuckled. Looking down on me from her position of power, "You look so hot like that, baby. So adorable. So submissively perfect." She took the toy out of my mouth.

"Thank you, Mistress Amy."

Her hand rubbed her clit and I gazed between her thighs. I can't explain it, but I actually felt myself craving her pussy. I wanted nothing more than to taste her pussy, to please my best friend. "Do you like what you see, baby?"

"Yes, Mistress Amy, I like it very much."

Amy turned the toy on high and placed it on her clit. "So baby, tell me what you want to do next?"

"Anything you want me to," I submissively replied.

"Hmmmm," Amy moaned, from both the toy in her clit and my response. "Fuck, Hannah, you are getting me really horny."

Shyly, I whispered, "Can I please you, Amy?"

"What happened to Mistress?" Amy questioned.

Looking directly into my good friend's eyes, I apologized and begged, "Sorry, can I please you, Mistress Amy?"

She handed me the toy and ordered, "Come lick and fuck me, baby."

I took the toy and placed it at her pussy lips and rolled the toy up and down slowly. She gave a loud moan and became surprisingly verbal, "Oh fuck, yes, Hannah that feels really fucking good. Get your mouth working, slut."

Hearing her call me a slut surprised me briefly, but made my pussy tingle with pleasure. I wanted to be her slut; her perfect pet; her obedient lez. "Yes, Mistress Amy."

I buried my face into her pussy and went directly to her clit. I could have teased her, as she had earlier teased me to the brink of lustful debauchery, but instead I focused on making her come hard and fast. I sucked her clit into my mouth while simultaneously slipping the toy into her very wet pussy. She screamed, "Oh my fucking God Hannah, you are such a good little slut. Be my whore, baby, make your Mistress cum." I hummed onto her clit, attempting to use vibrations from my mouth while continuing to lick her big hard clit. "Oh fuck, Hannah, fuck, fuck, fuck me faster, baby." I fucked the toy in and out of her, like my hubby did to me long ago, hard and fast. The double pleasure I gave her was too much for her and she screamed, grabbing my hair and pulling me deeper into her ocean of juice, "I'm coming my slut, fuck, keep licking me, yes, yes, yessssssss." I didn't slow down the thrusting of the toy as I sucked her hard clit between my lips, giving light bites as well. Amy turned from sweetheart to raging bitch as she roared, "You fucking slut, don't you dare fucking stop. Fuck your Mistress." Like me, she was apparently capable of multiple orgasms. Even though the first orgasm shook her whole body, she never stopped breathing hard. Luckily, she let go of my hair so I could breathe, so I could continue pleasing her. Her moaning and dirty talk continued, "Yes Hannah, you will be doing this regularly, my slut. Is that what you want, baby, to be my slut?"

I paused from my pleasing, "Yes Mistress Amy, I want nothing more than to be your personal pleasure pleaser."

"Oh fuck Hannah, I want you to do this forever," she screamed and pulled my face back between her thighs. I licked and nibbled her clit and pussy lips while continuing to bury the toy in her pussy. As her moaning continued to vibrate throughout the room, my best friend stunned me, "Fuck my ass, baby, fuck it hard."

Although the request was a surprise, I obeyed like a good girl, and pulled the toy, drenched in her juice, out of her cunt. I hesitated and watched my friend, who I thought was as innocent as I thought I was, spread her legs as wide as humanly possible and reach for her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I now had a clear visual of her small rosebud. Amy ordered, "Get it wet baby, lick my asshole."

Although somewhat disgusted by the thought of licking her asshole, I obeyed, leaning forward and extending my tongue. Her sweat near her asshole had a sweet salty taste. Less sweet was the taste of her actual asshole as I licked all around it.

"Good slut. You like licking my asshole, don't you?"

Although I didn't like the actual deed, I did enjoy pleasing her greatly. "Yes, Mistress, I love licking your asshole. I love obeying your every whim."

"Good girl," she moaned. "Shove your tongue in my asshole. Rim it good."

I couldn't believe my friend was so perversely naughty. I licked her asshole and attempted to penetrate her asshole with my tongue. Although not tasty, it was not as disgusting as I assumed it would be. After a couple of minutes of this humiliating task, Amy instructed, "Fuck my ass now, baby."

I reached for the toy again and placed it at her puckered ass. I pushed it forward tentatively until Amy ordered, "Faster baby, just shove it in." I couldn't believe that wouldn't tear her apart, but I did as I was told and pushed the toy into her ass. It went in way easier than I could imagine without any lube and she got animated again. "Now get under me and lick my pussy while you fuck my ass, slut."

Although the positioning was incredibly awkward, I obeyed, and began licking her pussy while I struggled to continue pumping the toy in her ass. Amy's heavy breathing continued and after a few minutes of licking, sucking and nibbling while constantly fucking her ass, I could tell she was close and shoved two fingers into her cunt. Instantly she bellowed, "You fucking bitch, oh my God, fuck, put a third in, fuck me with your hand." With a bit of struggle I slid a third finger into her pussy and began fucking both her holes simultaneously. Within seconds, she screamed, "Oh my God, I'm coming, yes, oh my God Hannah, I fucking love you. Fuck yes, fuckkkkkkkkk." Hearing her say she loved me, even in the throes of passion, had me quivering in pleasure myself. I kept licking as she came all over me, her cum gushing out like a fire hose. Her cum covered my face and I savoured every drop I could get. I actually felt disappointed when Amy pushed me away. Her gaze met mine, "Oh my God, Hannah, that was the most intense pleasure I have ever felt."

I smiled back, my face coated with her juice, "I loved pleasing you Amy."

She returned my smile. "I'm sorry I got so nasty. When I get revved up, I become a completely different person. I don't think you are a slut."

"I can't explain it, but being called a slut turned me on. I liked being your slut, your personal sub. The more you called me names and told me what to do, the hotter and hotter I got and the more desperate I was to please you completely."

She pulled me up and into her arms and held me in a warm gentle embrace. It was such a complete contrast to the verbal domination just minutes before. "Do you know how long I have wanted to make love to you?"

"No, before yesterday the thought of being with a woman was only a fantasy. My fantasies had become more consistently lesbian, but it never occurred to me that you would be remotely interested or that I would ever actually succumb to my taboo desires."

Amy laughed. "We both wanted the same thing and both were too scared to do anything about it. It was almost impossible to not just throw you on the ground and devour you entirely for the past year. I have fantasized you and I making love in every way possible: at work, in the car, after a Friday happy hour, and here at your house, just to name a few. I had a hunch you might be bi or at least curious, but never anything to remotely confirm my suspicions, and I never knew how to broach the subject. But when I saw that Mistress Constance's new sub was you, my pussy instantly leaked with anticipation."

"I wish I would have known sooner, Amy. I have been curious for a while, but had no clue you were bi."

"I'm not bi, Hannah. I'm strictly lesbian and plan to file for divorce soon. I love you completely, baby, which is probably hard to believe after I just treated you like my personal whore," she said, suddenly shy and nervous.

"Amy I love you too," I replied, pulling her arms tighter around me. I had not felt so warm, safe and satisfied in a long, long time. "And, I can't explain it, but being treated like a slut by you made me even hotter."

"You will always be my sub, baby. My perfect little sub."

"And I will always obey, Mistress Amy. Always."

We remained cuddled together for a long time, each in our own thoughts as we tried to make sense of what just happened and our true feelings. I was truly happy for the first time in years. As I closed my eyes to relax in the safety of my lover's arms, a revelation jolted me back to reality. I sat up.

"What's wrong, baby?" Amy asked.

"I just remembered that we aren't free to be together, we are both subs to Constance," I reminded her, fear clearly plastered all over my face.

She shrugged, "Mistress Constance will not stop us from being together. She probably will actually approve and take credit for it. But she will expect us to still obey her commands."

"And you are ok with that?"

"We have no choice. She has compromising pictures of me and I assume you."

"Yes, me too," I sighed.

"But that doesn't mean we can't be together."

Tears began to well up in my eyes, "I am being given as an 18th birthday present for Karli this weekend."

"Oh my," Amy said, "that is pretty intense."

I was curious what her initiation task was to Constance, but before I could ask the question, I glanced at the clock and realized what time it was. "Oh shit, Elaine and bastard will be here in twenty minutes." I frantically stood up and began grabbing my clothes.

Amy stood up, grabbed my arms, and kissed me. I melted into her and suddenly everything seemed ok. She broke the kiss, "Go shower, Hannah, I will clean up down here."

I rushed upstairs to shower, my head running in a million different directions. It had been less than twenty-four hours since my life had drastically changed forever. I was a sub for a woman I hated in Constance. I was a sub for a woman I thought I loved in Amy. I was clearly submissive and definitely seemed to enjoy and get off on being told what to do.

I needed time to put all this together, to make sense of everything that had happened.

I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror. I no longer knew who I was. Or what I had become. I should have been ashamed or mortified, probably both. Yet oddly, the feeling in me was one of nervous contentment. I had to accept that everything I knew about myself and my life was wrong.

Did I know what the future held?

No.

Was I petrified?

Yes.

Would I change a thing?

Hell, no.

I got dressed, took a deep breath and headed downstairs, to a future so unknown and so exciting...to a new reality.

THE END

COMING IN THE FALL: Part 3: 18 year old birthday party. Her gift...Hannah. A weekend lesbian orgy.



Training Teacher Ch. 03



Summary: Teacher is given to three 18-year-old ex-students for the weekend.

NOTE 1: Obviously, if you have not read parts 1 and 2, I highly recommend you do before reading part 3. 

NOTE 2: This story is dedicated to the beautiful Julia...and to the just as beautiful Sydney.

NOTE 3: Thanks to Estragon for his dedication to making my work better. 

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With my daughter back at home, the evenings were back to routine: supper, Wii game, homework and bedtime story. Once my daughter was in bed, I attempted to mark papers, but the upcoming weekend continued to creep out of my subconscious. This weekend, Constance was giving me to her daughter and friends as a gift. I could only begin to imagine what may happen. When that naughty event was not spinning in my brain, the thought of Amy and our potential relationship occupied my mind. At work her smile made me smile, and although we hadn't had a major conversation about what happened, I knew we both didn't regret it and both looked forward to doing it again. 

At work, I had been left alone by Constance's other subs, for which I was incredibly thankful. Life had slowly begun to return to my life before the seduction.

Then came Friday....

I was a nervous wreck at work and if it wasn't for Amy I don't know how I would have made it through. At lunch, in my room with the door locked, I frantically announced, "Amy, I can't go through with this. I just can't."

Amy comforted me, "Hannah, I love you, but you are a bit of a drama queen."

"Excuse me?" I questioned.

"Well, I mean I know you are stressed about it. I understand that. But the truth is you are also really excited about the weekend too, aren't you?"

I thought about it and she was right. Although I had stressed continually about it since I learned of what was expected of me, I also had got wet thinking about the beautiful Karli. Last night I had a vivid, pussy dripping dream about being her personal sex toy. "Yes, but...." I began.

"No buts. I am so happy Mistress Constance seduced you, because it brought you to me. Truthfully, I am a bit jealous of these teen girls getting you all weekend. All I have had is a couple of hours with you."

"Really, you are jealous?"

"Yes, don't you get it, Hannah, I have loved you for a long time and now that I finally know there is a possibility of you and I being an 'us', I have to compete with hot fucking 18-year-olds."

"I want to spend time with you too, Amy."

"Tuesday, I will get a babysitter and you can drop off Elaine, and we will go on a date."

"In public?" I asked.

"Well I won't molest you in plain view, but yes. Anyone who sees us will just see two friends, but you and I will both know it's a date."

"That sounds wonderful," I replied, excited.

"Good, I will make the plans while you are out whoring it up with a bunch of teen goddesses."

"Haha."

It was then I was paged over the intercom. I looked at Amy, suddenly anxious again. She shrugged. "They usually behave at school. This could actually be school business."

"Right, of course," I agreed, weakly.

I went to the office and the collar-wearing secretary handed me an envelope and whispered, "It's from our Mistress."

I took it and returned to go back to class, when I heard the singsong voice of my secretary, "Have fun this weekend."

It could have been her usual politeness or now that I knew her dark side it could have meant she knew what my weekend actually entailed.

I turned around and instantly knew by her slight smirk that she definitely knew about my upcoming submission to a bunch of 18-year-olds. I don't know why I said it, maybe to get rid of her smug smile or maybe to get her jealous, if any of that makes sense, but I responded, "Oh, I plan to have loads of fun." I winked and walked away.

Dear Hannah,

I will pick you up at 6 o'clock. I expect you dressed to please and packed for two days. I recommend a couple of bathing suits, lingerie, and whatever else you may seem necessary.

As mentioned before, you will be a birthday present for my daughter, Karli. She doesn't know about you yet. While at the cabin, you are to obey EVERY order any of the girls give. You are completely to serve their every whim.

Mistress Constance

P.S.-I am happy to hear you and one of my other lesbian sluts, Amy, may be getting intimate. Be a good sub this weekend and I won't get in the way...too much.

The note didn't really say anything new and for some reason the encounter with our secretary Donna had somehow given me an odd, stubborn confidence. If I ignored the fact these were likely all ex-students of mine, what was really happening this weekend was a weekend sex retreat with hot teenagers. My pussy began to get wet, and I had to change my focus to teaching my young students.

The afternoon was uneventful, and flew by like most afternoons do with twenty-four grade four students. 

When the day was done, Amy came in. "It will be ok, Hannah."

"I know," I said, "what is the worst that could happen?"

Amy smiled and offered, "You are bound to a bed and fucked over and over again with a ten-inch dildo, while you eat pussy after pussy after pussy." Amy gestured to herself. "Now I really am jealous."

I laughed and turned serious. "Thanks for your support, Amy."

"Oh don't worry, I expect a pretty good thank you on Tuesday evening," she teased.

"Oh Amy." I blushed. "I am yours that evening."

I headed home, packed my daughter's weekend bag and my weekend bag. I packed stockings, lingerie, which I hadn't used in a long time, heels, and a couple of rarely-worn bikinis. I wore a comfortable sundress, with tan thigh highs and two inch heels for the drive. Slightly provocative, but not slutty.

Once Elaine was picked up by the bastard who will remain unnamed, I still had thirty minutes to wait and think. 

I was nervous but had accepted my fate, both the good and the bad. Because even though I had brief moments of anxiety and wishing I could go back to my "normal" life, the reality was that I was finally free of my loneliness, and the shackles and insecurities I had after my divorce. 

To my surprise, it was not Constance picking me up but instead an older gentleman who told me he was hired to drive me up to the lake. I was thankful because I could now avoid the awkward conversation I was expecting and dreading with Constance. 

Friday city traffic was crazy, so an hour and a bit later, we arrived at the lake, and the driver pulled up to the Blues Barn Tavern. The driver, in what I assumed would be the last act of chivalry I would receive for awhile, came around and opened the door for me. 

I went into the tavern. Constance was there by herself having a drink. She waved me over and I obediently went over to her.

She asked, "How was the drive?"

"There is some lovely scenery," I heard myself babble.

"There is some lovely scenery right here," she coyly flirted.

I blushed, "Ditto."

"Are you 'Ghost' referencing me?"

"It is one of my favorite movies."

"Mine too. But enough chit chat. Are you ready?"

"As ready as one can be for such a task."

Constance stood up and hooked a leash to my collar. "Let's go. You can walk for now."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, truly thankful she didn't make me crawl along the tavern floor.

She led me out, a few curious eyes watching us. Instead of putting my head down in shame, I followed with my head up and a smile on my face.

We walked past a couple of families and a group of teenagers, all fascinated by the odd scene. 

When we arrived at a large cottage, Mistress ordered, "On your knees." I obeyed, now on my knees, in public, at the entrance to a pretty big cottage. She ordered, "Wait here."

I obeyed, and knelt like the submissive I was. One minute became two, which became five and then ten. Once or twice someone walked by while I obediently waited. A couple of teenage boys heckled me, and someone else whistled. 

Finally, my humiliation burning fiery hot, the door opened slightly and I heard my Mistress say, "Ok girls, close your eyes, cause Mommy has a super-duper big surprise."

She opened the door enough to reach my leash and led me into the room. There were three girls in the room. The one blindfolded was Constance's 18-year-old daughter Karli. To call her beautiful did not do her justice. She radiated sexuality. Her hair was so blonde, it was almost white; her tan was a gentle brown. If I could choose one 18-year-old to dominate me, it would be her. I surveyed the rest of the room. A chubby brunette, who I would later learn was named Allie, was sitting on a couch in a bikini set that was not flattering at all. That said, her breasts were mammoth and I couldn't help but feel my mouth water. Sitting next to her was a strawberry blonde who I recognized as Destiny. I taught her years ago. She, like Karli, had turned into a beautiful young woman. She was tall, strong, small breasted, a typical female athlete. 

Constance suggested, "Ladies, you may open your eyes in a second, but do not give away Karli's present. I have one final surprise for my daughter."

The girls opened their eyes and each let out similar shocked sounds.

Allie joked, "Wow, just what I've always wanted."

Destiny chuckled, "Oh, my fucking God."

Allie complimented my Mistress, "Constance, you really outdid yourself this time. I thought the Porsche was a damn good birthday present, but this...wow...fucking wow."

"What is it?" Karli asked, clearly dying to find out.

"All in good time, dear. You won't remember asking for this, but I do. Now I need you to open your legs wide," Constance suggested to her daughter.

"What?" Karli asked, suddenly confused.

Destiny reassured Karli, "Trust your mom, Karli. It will be worth it."

"Ok," Karli tentatively agreed, but you could tell she was nervous.

"Don't be all nervous. You had that nerd Valerie eating your pussy in the school bathroom just a few hours ago," Destiny accused.

"And you have eagerly lapped from my pussy pretty much daily," Destiny surprised us all.

Karli's face went blood red. "Destiny, my Mother is in the room."

"Don't worry, I think she already knew you were a dyke," Destiny suggested, looking directly at Karli's Mother. 

"Destiny!" A mortified and blindfolded Karli blurted out, clearly horrified by the blatant revealation of her lesbian tendencies to her mother. 

It was Constance who spoke next, her facial expression showing a brief moment of out-of-her-power element. "Karli, I didn't know you were a dyke, but I definitely knew you were bi. For one thing, I have heard you and Destiny in your room and those aren't the noises of studying. Secondly, your fourth most popular website after Facebook, Twitter and Yahoo is Literotica, and you almost only read lesbian stories, your favourite being Pet Teacher if I am not mistaken. "

"Well, then there is no point hiding it anymore, is there?" Destiny giddily announced.

"I'm sorry, Mom," Karli announced, tears beginning to form.

Constance comforted her daughter, "It's ok, baby. Liking girls is nothing to be ashamed of. Actually if you must know, I too love to play the same field."

"You do?" Karli gasped, clearly shocked by her Mother's confession.

"Yes, actually, I have my own collection of pets," she smiled, the other girls catching onto her subtle innuendo.

"Pets?" Karli asked, completely oblivious to the pet on the ground, already salivating at the thought of tasting this beautiful 18-year-old's pussy.

"Yes, honey, I will explain more tomorrow. Right now this is your special day. " 

Allie agreed, "Yes, Karli, it's your birthday today. Let's celebrate, with a special feast."

Constance and Destiny exploded in laughter while a still blindfolded and confused Karli sat there.

Constance explained, "I didn't know what to get the girl who had everything, so I got you your very own pet for the weekend."

"W-w-what," Karli stammered, clearly baffled by what the pet could be and I'm sure not remotely thinking it was her old grade 4 teacher.

Constance's dominant do-as-I-say tone returned, "Open your legs wide, Karli."

Knowing her mother's don't-fuck-with-me tone, she opened her legs. From my subservient position, I could see straight up her white undies. 

Constance leaned in and whispered to me, "Crawl my pet, between my daughter's legs and offer yourself to your weekend Mistress."

I obeyed, my pussy already wet with anticipation. Once my shoulder brushed Karli's leg, she stiffened slightly. I finally spoke, "Karli, I am your 18th birthday present."

There was a long silence while Karli attempted to put a name and a face to my voice. It must have been nearly a minute before she asked, her voice questioning, "Mrs. Hawkins?"

"Yes, dear. I am your personal playthings for the weekend," I responded, my voice dripping with sweet sincerity. Before she could respond, I tugged at her underwear and she lifted her ass up. Once her panties were off, I began to lick her pussy, my nose on a neatly trimmed pubic hair patch just above her clit. 

Her moans began the second my tongue touched her shaved pussy lips. 

As I lapped at the 18-year-old's ripe pussy, I heard her Mom, my Mistress, saying, "I hope you like your present. I will see you at lunch as we planned."

Karli moaned, my tongue clearly making her happy, "I love it, Mom."

Constance, her voice trailing away, "I knew you would." Seconds later, the door opened and closed and I was left alone with three 18-year-old girls, whom two were ex-students. 

While I licked and licked at Karli's delicious pussy, I felt a pair of hands on my hips, lifting up my dress. I learned it was Destiny when I heard her say, "Oh my, she is already very, very wet." The humiliation burned slightly, but the sweet taste of Karli kept me pacified. Karli's moans increased as I licked the most delicious and sweet cunt I had ever licked, not that I had a lot of pussy tastes to compare. 

Karli, now close to orgasm, got more excited, "Yes, Mrs. Hawkins, lick my pussy, oh my God, yes, it feels so good." I took her clit into my mouth and she screamed, "Oh my fucking God, I'm coming." I kept lapping as she had small convulsions on the chair. I loved the power my tongue had. It was a great feeling to know I could bring such pleasure to someone.

"Well Mrs. Hawkins, there are two more of my friends to taste test before we really get this party going," she announced, standing up and leading me by the leash to Destiny. 

Destiny, already without her bikini bottom, open her legs to me as I crawled towards her. "Let's see how good you are with your tongue," she suggested, revealing a completely shaved pussy. She leaned back down on the couch and tugged on the leash Karli had just handed her. I crawled, like a good puppy, between her legs and began licking her pussy. Eager to please her and prove just how good I was, I treated her pussy like a pair of lips: kissing her lips, parting her lips with my tongue, and entering inside her warm oasis. Her moans began to increase, just softly at first, but as I felt her wetness on my face, she got excessively verbal. "That's it, teacher slut, lick my cunt." Her nasty tone only made me hornier. My dignity long left behind, I was theirs to use all weekend and I revelled at the opportunity. "You like my cunt, teacher?"

"Yes, ma'am," I replied quickly and returned to the task at hand.

"Ma'am," she chuckled, "I have never been called that." Grabbing the back of my head, she pulled me deeper and began rubbing her cunt up and down my face. It was hard to breathe, but I desperately continued to lick and please. Without warning a wave of juice coated my face and I hungrily savoured every drop. Once her orgasm had finished, I felt the leash tug me back and I was led to the last remaining pussy. 

Allie, chubby but not fat, already had shed her bikini bottom. As I reached her pussy, I was greeted with a bush so hairy that I couldn't even see her pussy lips. Once Allie had the leash, I was roughly pulled between her chunky legs and my face buried into a mess of hair. I searched with my mouth to find the girl's clit, knowing that would be the quickest and best way to get her off. The forest of hair poked my face, went up my nose and tickled me. It was a challenge, but she was wet already, and I found her clit and sucked it in my mouth. Her legs instantly tightened around my head and I began to suck and nibble her clit between my lips. Her juice leaked out slightly and her naughty scent seemed to just sit there, nestled in her hair. The smell was not overly pleasant, and unlike the lengthy time I spent savouring Karli's sweet juice, I desperately wanted to get this done quickly, which was difficult with her increasingly nasty scent and her tangled pubic hair making me sick. Hairs in my mouth and up my nose were a disgusting distraction. I sucked and lapped forever, but couldn't seem to get her to come. Frustrated, I awkwardly slid a finger inside her pussy and let out a yelp. I searched for her g-spot, and once I found it, I put as much pressure as I could. A few seconds later, I was coated with juice as she finally came. I quit sucking, and just let the orgasm subside. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she pushed my head away softly. 

I lay on the floor, my face glistening with pussy juice.

Karli asked, "How come you ended up being my Mom's slave, Mrs. Hawkins?"

"It's a long story," I replied.

"We have all weekend," Destiny joked.

I retold the story as best I could, leaving out my new blossoming relationship with Amy.

Allie replied, "That is so hot. I still can't believe your Mom is a Domme."

Destiny smirked, "I guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree."

Karli shrugged, clearly in deep thought. Silence filled the room as everyone waited for Karli to speak. Finally, Karli, out of her daydream, said, "Well girls, this is going to be a fun weekend. Go get dolled up ladies, we are taking our little pet out for the evening."

Destiny squealed, "Delicious."

Allie added, "What do you have in mind?"

Karli shrugged, her tone implying her position of authority, "Just get ready."

Allie nodded and all three girls went into their separate rooms leaving me on the floor alone. I sat there pondering what to do. I waited ten, then fifteen minutes, before deciding I had to pee. As soon as I stood up and began walking to the bathroom, Karli walked out and roared, "On your knees, slut!"

I jumped, startled by her tone, but quickly fell to the ground. I grovelled, "Sorry, Mistress."

Karli walked over to me and explained, "This weekend you do nothing, absolutely fucking nothing, without being told."

"Yes, Mistress," I quickly agreed, before explaining, "sorry I have to pee."

She grabbed a beer bottle from the table and handed it to me, "Go ahead, pee." I looked up at her, attempting to plead for a better alternative before she added, "And don't you dare get one drop of your piss on the floor."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, defeated. I put the bottle at my pee hole and squatted awkwardly. I held the bottle as close as possible and attempted to control my pee flow. It was one of the most difficult things I had ever done, but I managed to get my steady stream to flow into the bottle. 

Once done, Karli said, "Good job, slut."

Absurdly, I replied, "Thanks, Mistress." She took the bottle from me and placed it on the table. "We'll save this for later," she smirked.

Grabbing the leash, Karli ordered, "Crawl to my room, slut, so I can keep an eye on you."

I followed her into her room, like a faithful dog. Once in the room, she had me sit on the floor and wait for her to get ready.

Twenty minutes later, she was ready and led me back into the living room.

Destiny and Allie were already there and wearing simple sundresses, but had also done their hair and make-up. 




Training Teacher Ch. 03



Karli unhooked the leash and said, "We will let you walk for a while, but one hint of disobedience and the leash goes back on, understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, thankful to be allowed off my knees.

I followed silently, darkness coming in, as we walked to the restaurant. We sat down, me beside Karli, and I waited.

The girls talked about all the hot guys they saw checking in earlier and other trivial gossip, while I sat silently, pondering what was in store for me.

The waitress walked over and took our drink and food orders, Karli allowing me to order my own food and drink. 

Karli turned to me and asked, "Would you like an appetizer?"

"Sure," I responded.

"Sure, what?" Karlie questioned, perturbed by my answer.

I quickly corrected, "Sure, Mistress."

She ordered, "Crawl under the table and have some pussy pie. Eat Allie's hairy snatch."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, mortified by the order. Knowing I must obey though, I slipped under the table before the waitress could return and see where I had gone.

Allie opened her chubby legs and I was again greeted by her pussy stench. She had gone commando it seemed, and definitely used the toilet, and I again struggled to lick her pussy through the hair. It was hard to hear the conversation from under the table, but I could hear odd pieces. They were talking about the pub that was here and how I could be the entertainment. I missed how, but I was petrified at what might be expected of me. It was one thing to be a submissive slut at someone's home, or in a locked room, but at a pub...anyone who might know me could see and end my career. I continued licking Allie's pussy until I felt a tap on my head and Allie ordered me, "Get back up here, slut."

I thankfully crawled back up from under the table and was mortified to see the pretty waitress's stunned face as she stared at my glistening face. She stammered, "w-w-wow, you weren't kidding."

"I never kid about such things," Karli joked. "Anyway, if you want, we can give you are standard tip at the end of the meal or you can have her get you off."

"Really?" she replied, stunned by the offer.

"Yes, you would love that slut, wouldn't you?" Karli asked me.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

"What would you like to do to her?" Karli pushed.

"Eat her cunt until she comes all over my slut face," I answered, attempting to shock the whole group.

"Well?" Karli offered.

"I'll think about it," she smiled, winking at us and heading back to the kitchen.

Handing me a closed mustard bottle, Karli ordered, "Come for us, slut."

Having not come all day, and although I was humiliated by the whole ordeal, I was also just as horny. I grabbed the bottle with no shame and slid it under my sundress and started rubbing it up and down between my pussy lips.

All the girls watched with voyeuristic awe as this teacher fucked herself so shamelessly in public. When the waitress returned with our orders, my orgasm was just beginning to build, and instead of hiding my obscene act, I continued it.

The waitress handed us the food, all the while glancing at me quickly. Unable to control my moans anymore, I released them softly as the top of the mustard bottle penetrated me. It was getting me hotter but not over the edge as I needed it deeper in me. 

Karli asked, "Is it in you?"

"Just the top," I moaned.

"Shove it in deeper, slut," she demanded.

"It's too big," I replied.

"Don't you question me!" Karli snarled.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, attempting to push the wide part of the bottle in me. Sopping wet, my pussy opened up rather easily, much to my surprise, for the yellow fuck-toy and I whimpered as it spread me open.

"Come for us, slut," Karli demanded.

"Yeeees, Mistress," I moaned, the bottle now filling me in a way I thought impossible. I began to pump the bottle in and out of my pussy desperate to orgasm. Karli leaned in, her hot breathes in my ear, and whispered, "Come for me in ten seconds, or I am offering you to suck off every boy at the table over there."

I gasped, closed my eyes and furiously fucked myself like a complete whore. She counted down in my ear and as she got closer to one my orgasm built and right on cue exploded out of me as she hit one. I let out a louder than anticipated scream that brought a few startled looks toward our secluded table, but from that distance, others could not possible know what had just happened.

The waitress smiled. "I think I know what I want for my tip."

"I thought you would say that." Karli smiled.

I ate in silence as the girls talked about the upcoming graduation and all the typical high school girl chatter. Once we were all done, the waitress returned with the bill and Karli asked, "When do you get your break?"

"In twenty," she answered.

"Slut here will wait for you in the storage shed out back," Karli announced.

"Excellent," the waitress answered, smiling from ear to ear.

Allie paid the bill and Karli stood up and ordered, "Go to the storage shed out back and wait. Once you've finished pleasing her, meet us across the street at the pub."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

The three girls walked away and I waited a couple of minutes to collect myself before reluctantly heading out back to the storage shed. I went to the shed and opened the door and was pleasantly surprised by how clean it was. It was obviously used as a hangout for the workers, as it had a TV, a couch, and a playstation. I sat on the couch and waited and waited and waited.

Finally the waitress came in and locked the door. She walked over to the couch, pushed me back and straddled my face. She too had a bush, but not as hairy and repulsive as Allie's, but rather a pleasant lawn that looked sexy and held in her pleasant scent. I licked her pussy slowly, enjoying her sweet flavour. After only a couple of minutes of tender licking, she lowered her pussy onto my face and began to move her ass back and forth. This made licking her more awkward, but her juices began to leak onto my lips. I just lay still, my tongue extended, as she literally rubbed herself to orgasm on my face. When she came, I was coated by her juice, from my forehead to my chin. Once her orgasm had finished, she moved off me and leaned in and kissed me gently, her tongue parting my lips. 

She apologized, "I'm sorry, but you were just so sexy, I couldn't resist."

"It's ok," I replied, smiling for once because it was ok. "I enjoyed it."

"My name is Sydney," she said with a soft smile.

"Hannah," I replied, shaking her hand, which seemed oddly formal after I had just eaten her pussy.

Sydney asked, suddenly very shy, "May I taste you?"

Surprised by her sudden request, I responded, "You don't have to."

She answered, still very shy, "I want to."

"I would love you too," I answered, my pussy suddenly burning with need.

Sydney slid between my legs and looked into my already wet pussy. She paused briefly before leaning forward and beginning to lick my pussy. She was gentle at first, her tongue just grazing my pussy lips. After a couple of minutes of gentle teasing, she began to put a bit more pressure on my pussy lips, although it was still a delirious tease. Suddenly, she sucked my clit into her mouth and I let out a loud scream, as the pleasure was so intense and unexpected. She swirled her tongue in my clit hood and my breathing got heavier and heavier until I couldn't take it any longer and I came all over this sweet girl's mouth. 

She stood back up after I finished my orgasm and apologized, "I hate to eat and run, but my break is done."

I laughed and concurred, "My Mistress is probably wondering where I am as well."

Sydney smiled, "It is so cool you have a Mistress, I would love to have one."

I offered, "Well, if you are serious about being a pet, I would love to train you."

"You would?" she asked, shockingly excited.

"Give me your phone," I demanded.

She handed it to me and I typed in my cell number. I handed her back her phone and said, attempting to be powerful and strong, "If you are serious, I expect you to text me on Monday and send me at least three pictures of you. They don't have to be obscene, but they should showcase how sexy you are, my pet."

"Yes, ma'am," she replied, her face flushed with excitement.

"Now get back to work, my pet," I ordered.

She disappeared and I pondered the new me that just came out. Could I be a submissive and a domme? The thought of having my own pet was just as exciting as submitting had been. I shrugged as I composed myself, shifted back into my submissive mindset, and headed over to the pub wondering what Karli had in store for me, yet unable to get the thought of having my own pet out of my mind.

The End...