7 comments/ 101426 views/ 17 favorites A Teacher Was Watching By: SweetJosie1 I looked at the note again and felt the need to sit down overwhelm me as my legs went wobbly beneath me. Stumbling for the chair, I couldn't take my eyes from the photo I'd just taken out of the envelope a few seconds before - it was me! But it wasn't the me of now, the one that works in the bank who everyone sees as prim and proper Josie and doesnt know about my life with Mistress Megan. No, this was a picture of me from my school days, from New Hall School for girls in Essex, England. The schoolgirl me, was standing in my uniform looking very embarrassed as I held my blue pleated skirt up showing my knickers to the photographer. The picture brought back memories of when a small group of older girls that would tease me and force me to do things and ...do things to me. As I stared at my former self from sixteen years ago, I could still remember the confused feelings of embarrassment and shame, mingled with a lust for the situation that had shocked me at the time and mortified me now. Even if it did form the basis of my ongoing relationship as a sub for Mistress Megan! Back then, I would keep away from them for days, but then as the feelings grew within me, I would deliberately make sure I would bump into them, or hang around the changing rooms in the sports-block when nobody else was there to see so, just they could find me and ... I put the picture down and realised I was flushed and breathing hard. Trying to calm down, I read the note that had come with it, but it only made it worse. Sweetest Josie, Do you remember the day they took this photo of you showing off your slutty little knickers? They caught you in the grounds and made you pose behind some bushes for some very dirty pictures. I know you enjoyed it you slut. I used to watch you strut your sexy body about, having quiet little lesbian sessions with your friends and letting the older girls force you into doing whatever they wanted. Do you think that we teachers didn't know? I used to watch you all the time, Josie. I knew what you were doing with those senior girls. Letting them play with your little pussy, getting you all wet. And what they made you do to them, too! I knew about all of it. Another teacher, Miss Mary and I had peep-holes that spied into your dorms. Didn't know that, did you? We would watch you and the other little lesbians every night. We would masturbate ourselves and each other while we watched. I would make Miss Mary get down on her hands and knees and suck my pussy while I watched - you were my favourite. I even took pictures of you and the other little sluts. It still makes me hot to look at those pictures. So Josie, I saw you on the street in Amsterdam the other day and immediately recognised you. How could I forget that long chestnut hair and those sexy green eyes! So I followed you to your office. You're sexier than ever, my dear. Your legs looked wonderful in those heals and the short red dress you were wearing. I just had to follow you for a while. Well now I've decided to have what all those girls at school had. You will meet me at my hotel and do whatever I say or copies of these photos will go directly to your boss and that is no idle threat. You will not be able to talk your way out of this one, little girl. You will come to the Metropolitan Hotel, room 303, at 3pm Saturday. I know you can find a uniform to wear, I want you to look like the girl you once were. The skirt will be pleated and short -- I know you're a slut so dress like one. Remember, you're dressing to excite me. Don't wear any knickers or a bra. Just the skirt, white shirt, and tie, and those little white socks with the ruffles you used to wear. They always used to make you look so sweet and innocent. Your gorgeous hair must be in ponytails and the only makeup you can wear is bright red lipstick and nail varnish. See you Saturday, don't disappoint me Josie. I wouldn't like that. Miss Carole My heart sank. I remembered her -- Miss Carole Molt. She had taught English literature and would always stare at us. We knew she was lusting over our legs and breasts. She had been very friendly with the leader of that little group of older girls - the prefects that had always sought me out. I still remembered them. There had been three of them usually, and I had secretly longed for them to abuse me ... but all that was sixteen years ago! She can't expect me to dress up in my old uniform and ... and play the part of dirty schoolgirl-slut for her, could she? I looked at the picture and just knew she could, and really would, get me to do rude, dirty things that I should only do for Mistress Megan. But I was different now ... wasn't I? I was only Mistress Megans slut. I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror trying hard to ignore the dampness in my knickers. I knew that if my boss received those photos, I would be fired, and be a laughing stock. My friends would never talk to me again. My nice comfortable world was falling to bits. I started to cry. The rest of the week went past slowly and I found it hard to concentrate on my job. I kept looking about at the people around me, the friends who might see those awful pictures if Miss Carole sent them into the company. I just couldn't let that happen. I had to get those pictures back. On Friday, I called in sick and tried to work out what I was going to do. There really was nothing I could do except turn up at the Metropolitan hotel and be humiliated by Miss Carole, dressed in my old school uniform. I had to do it, but would make sure she gave me those awful pictures back so she couldn't make me do it again. I spent the afternoon shopping for a new school uniform that better matched the New Hall one of so many years ago. I was in two minds as I walked the shopping district. One part of me was terrified and revolted at the idea that I was going to dress-up and be a play-slut for Miss Carole. However the part of me that love the same thing with Mistress Megann, and had so enjoyed the feeling of humiliation and embarrassment all those years ago, was working out how high my heals should be and where could I get little white socks with ruffs at the top in Amsterdam. In the end, I bought a crisp white blouse and blue cardigan from one shop, and then found a pleated hockey skirt in a sports store, blushing furiously as I paid for it, as I was sure the shop girl knew what I wanted it for. The school-tie was next, and easy enough -- blue and silver diagonal stripes and I completed the uniform when I found the perfect little lace socks with ruffles at the tops. They looked like the type of thing a six year old would wear and I was blushing again as I paid for them. While staring at shoes in a shop window, I decided I would use a pair of black four inch heels I already had rather than buy something I would never wear again. In school, we weren't allowed to wear heels but I was pretty sure Miss Carole wouldn't be complaining. I felt another wash of despair as I thought about what I was being blackmailed into doing and supressed the thought that I was having any sort of affair behind Mistress Megans back. What would she do to me? When I got back to my apartment, I hid everything in my wardrobe then watched television and drank my way through the best part of a bottle of wine trying to forget what the morning would bring. I awoke the next morning and groaned. First at my ache in my head, and then at the realisation that it was Saturday. After crying and feeling sorry for myself for a while in bed, chastising myself for being such a slut all those years ago and letting a teacher get hold of dirty pictures of me. I got up and showered. It was a beautiful spring day outside and I watched from my bathroom window with a towel wrapped round me as people rode past on their bikes or walked along to the Vondel Park a little further up the road. Last Saturday I had shopped with friends, had a nice lunch, then went to a film; this Saturday was going to be different, and it was one o'clock already. I sat at my dressing table and stared at myself in the mirror. I stared at the sorry face in the mirror and asked myself what was I going to do? And then I started to get cross. 'You're going to go in that hotel room, do whatever you have to, and then leave with those photos. And then when you get back here you can burn them and get very drunk!' I nodded in agreement with myself and with a new determination, began to do my hair and makeup. At New Hall, we were allowed to wear makeup in the fifth year and I remember we all used to wear bright red lipstick and nail varnish, which was obviously what Miss Carole remembered in her dirty fantasies. I put on the lipstick and pouted at my naked reflection. 'Slut!' I smiled, and tried to find the slut I had been in the reflection that stared back at me. I spent some time putting in my pigtails and tied them with small blue ribbons. I used to wear my hair like this at New Hall, it was how it was in the picture. I glanced down at the fourteen year old me staring back from the small piece of paper I had set against the mirror, and unconsciously touched my breasts squeezing my nipples. I thought about knickers and bra but Miss Carole's letter had been very explicit that I shouldn't wear either. I frowned - my breast are a 'C' cup and I'm used to the support a bra offers. It would feel stranger than going without knickers. I sighed, it was all going to feel strange, but I had to get those photos. I pulled on the little lacy socks -- they really did look sweet. Oh shit! what was I doing? I sat down and tried not to cry again. This was ridiculous. Maybe if I went to the police? ... but then I would be laughed at by a bunch of policemen! I blew my nose and took a deep breath, and then, after several attempts, tied the school tie. It was bigger than the one I used to wear at school but it looked the part. When I put on the skirt and smoothed it down, I couldn't believe how short it was. It came to about mid-thigh, and would never have been allowed at New Hall! Well at least Miss Carole would like it...and then maybe feel happy enough to hand me the photos...she better had! I realised it was gone two o'clock and I started to panic. I put on the cardigan and fastened the three buttons feeling my breasts sway gently beneath my shirt. My nipples were rubbing on the thin fabric of my blouse whenever I moved and I felt them harden. Trying to ignore the sensation, I slipped on the shoes and gazed at my reflection in the full-length mirror. Oh, wow. That refection took me back! I felt a flutter of fear and excitement, and then turned my back to the mirror and looked round as I bent over. The skirt rose up showing my bare bottom and I blushed -- this was going to be so humiliating. With a sigh of resignation, I put my coat on and ran down to catch a tram. The hotel was set on one of Amsterdam's many squares and was one of the nicer ones in town. I strode past the reception as if I knew where I was going, dreading the thought of being stopped and questioned by the hotel staff in case they thought I was some kind of prostitute. I kept my head down, glanced about for the lifts and rode up alone, thank god. I let out a sigh of relief when I stepped out of the lift on the third floor without being stopped -- so far so good at least. I walked the carpeted hall looking for the signs that indicated where the various rooms were, and saw suite 303 wasn't far from the lift. The door was open slightly when I got there but I still knocked. Then, when I heard the lift arrive and the voices of people coming out, I walked in and slammed the door behind me rather than get caught in the hallway. I don't know what I was expecting, but the room being dark was a shock. I stood for a moment with my back to the closed door, listening as my heart beat loud in my ears, and willed my eyes to grow accustomed to the low light. A small lamp clicked, on and I raised my hands at the sudden glare. 'Good afternoon, Josie.' The voice was soft, but authoritative, and came from somewhere in the darkness behind the bright light. I shielded my eyes trying to see her.' 'Miss Carole?' 'Who were you expecting, slut? Don't worry, you got the right room. Oh, Josie, it's been so long since I've seen you, and it looks like it's been worth the wait, you're still beautiful.' Take your coat off.' I stayed as I was, hugging the coat protectively around me. 'Miss Carole, we have to talk first. You can't send those photos to my office. You'll ruin me ... please, just give them to me. I have to have them.' 'Then be a good girl and do whatever you're told. You know you're a little slut, Josie. You used to love the girls groping you, making you expose yourself to them ... I used to watch you, but I couldn't do anything while I was a teacher. When they forced you to lick Amanda Lanes ass I was watching you while Miss Mary licked my pussy. You loved being humiliated like that didn't you? 'Yes ... No! No that was then. It was a long time ago, Miss Carole I... I'm different now. I have a relationship.' 'I don't care what you are now, Josie. You were a slut then, and for this afternoon you'll be my delicious, little slut again and you know it, so behave and be a good girl.' 'Yes, Miss Carole,' I whispered, knowing there was little I could do. 'Good girl, Josie. Now take off your coat or every person in your office will get a set of very sexy pictures. One ....two ...thr...' I hurriedly took off my coat and tossed it over a chair close by. 'Please, Miss Carole. What are you going to do?' I fingered the hem of my skirt nervously. 'Please give me those horrid pictures ...please.' 'I will ... don't worry. But first we're going to have a little fun, and then, if you're a good girl, I'll give you the pictures ... negatives as well. However, you have to do everything I ask, and try very ... very hard to please me. Do you understand, Josie? You naughty little girl.' 'Do you promise to give me back the pictures if I do as you say?' I heard Miss Carole giggle from the darkness knowing she now had complete control of me. 'Yes Josie, I promise, as long as you try very hard. Now, let's see if you're going to be a good girl shall we? The picture I sent you was one of my favourites, so we'll start by reproducing that shall we? Lift your skirt up and show me if you're wearing any knickers. I know in the picture you were but I did instruct you to wear none.' 'Please Miss Carole. Don't make me do it ... it... it's not right... please?' 'Lift your skirt and show me your pussy ... little girl ... That's right ... oh Josie, a shaven pussy ... beautiful ... good girl. However, when I give you an instruction, you will acknowledge it by saying, yes Miss Carole ... do you understand?' 'Yes, Miss Carole.' My hands kept gripping the hem of my skirt, keeping it raised and feeling Miss Carole's eyes looking at my pussy ... my long legs ... oh, god, this was so humiliating. I could feel my face blushing with the intense embarrassment at being made to expose myself like this. I wanted to drop my skirt and stop her seeing me so naked and exposed. 'Open your legs a little further ... that's it. You are being good aren't you, Josie?' 'Yes, Miss Carole,' I said, biting my lip but doing as I was told. 'Good girl Josie.' I was starting to experience that feeling from so many years ago. The feeling of both intense humiliation, that was mixed with a shameful thrill at the same time. There wasn't the love I associated with Mistress Megan, but I knew my pussy was getting wet - oh, god how shameful.... 'You're such a slut, Josie. How old are you? Twenty-nine, Thirty? A good career ahead of you, and look at you. Standing in a hotel room, dressed in a school uniform, showing your cunt to someone you can't even see. I remember you had nice little breast back at New Hall, I bet they're bigger now. Shall we see? Unbutton your blouse.' 'Yes Miss Carole.' I dropped the hem of my skirt, took of the cardigan and fumbled at the buttons of my blouse. Once undone, I pulled open the blouse and pushed my breasts forward letting the school tie lay in between. 'Mmmm, you have grown into a big girl, haven't you. Pinch your nipples to make them harder, and then jiggle them a little for me. Let's see them move shall we.' I looked down and although shame and embarrassment had already made my nipple spring erect, I pinched them and tugged them, lifting up each large breast by the nipple a few times to please her, and then, blushing furiously, swung my chest from side to side making them sway and bounce. I found it hard not to cover my chest and run crying from the room, as it was, I started to cry and sniffed back a tear. 'Oh, stop that girl! This is just the start and snivelling won't help you. Turn around and bend over, keeping your legs straight.' 'Yes Miss Carole.' I tuned around and took hold of the chair for support, then bent over making sure my legs were straight, and pushed my bottom out in the oh so familiar pose - I wished it was Mistress Megan watching me and tried to pretend it was. 'Open your legs more.' I felt her walk up behind me, and could sense her close now. I began to wonder what Miss Carole looked like after all this time. I remembered her as being one of the prettier teachers. 'Here.' I glanced to my side and saw a hand with red painted nail varnish holding a slim silver vibrator - it was wet and sticky from some kind of lubrication -- I took it reluctantly. 'Open your legs more, then slide it into your ass.' 'Yes Miss Carole.' I felt my skirt flipped up over my back to expose my bottom fully, and then with the vibrator in my left hand, I took a deep breath and pulled the cheeks of my bottom apart. I felt the cold metal as I searched with the tip, ready to slide it into my ass, then she walked up beside me and cupped my left breast in her hand. I shivered with the shock of the contact. Her hand was soft and felt nice as she squeezed and needed me, her fingers finding my hard nipple, pinching and pulling it much as Mistress Megan would have done. Then her other hand came down on my bottom with a loud smack! and I jerked, more in surprise than any pain. 'Don't stop, girl! I want that in your ass ... now!' 'Sorry, Miss Carole,' I mumbled, pushing the tip of the vibrator past my tight asshole, forcing it further in as I tried to relax the muscles around it -- I felt so...dirty. She smacked me again, harder this time, but I gave myself over to the feel of the vibrator in my ass now and just pushed back so it went further ... I couldn't help myself ... it felt good. If I wasn't a wanton little slut before this, I was fast turning into one. I heard her laugh as she saw the effect all this was having on me. 'Good girl, you enjoy it you slut. Fuck your ass for me, my pretty little girl, your wet cunt can wait.' As I slid the metal cylinder in and out of myself, she continued to spank me, then moved behind me presumably to watch the show - I realised I was enjoying the thought of her watching, and being seen like this, even if she wasn't Mistress Megan. The slaps got even harder and moved all over my bottom, and then down to the inside of my legs. I was finding it hard to stand but refused to buckle. I wasn't going to give her any excuse not to hand over the photos. With a last slap, she stopped me pushing and I felt her fumble with something, and then something bigger pushed insistently against my vagina. I opened my legs a little further to accept it. I could feel both vibrators move close together inside of me and, once again, I fought the impulse to collapse to the floor. Straightening my legs again, I pushed out my bottom and held onto the chair. Then without warning, the vibrator from my ass was removed and passed forward to me. A Teacher Was Watching 'Clean it.' The order was impressed upon me with another hard slap to my bottom making me flinch and draw in a breath. The vibrator in my pussy began fucking me rhythmically again. I accepted the slim silver vibrator and, without thinking, sucked the warm wet surface into my mouth as she continued to spank me. As she did, she reached round and pinched my right nipple, pain screamed from my breast but I continued sucking - it tasted good. 'You dirty little slut, you're really earning those pictures aren't you? Very well.' The vibrator slide out, leaving me feel empty and still in need of an orgasm. 'Stay as you are until I say you can turn round.' Breathing hard, I continued to push out my bottom and heard her retreat back into the darkness. 'Okay, Josie. Turnaround and tidy yourself up.' I did as I was told. The damp wetness running down my leg making me blush as I squinted back into the bright light. 'Get dressed, then come back this evening wearing a red evening dress. If you haven't got one, then buy one. If you look good, then we shall have dinner here this evening and I promise to hand over all the pictures ... now go. 8pm, don't be late. Without even trying to argue, I turned, grabbed my cardigan and coat, and fled to the hotel lifts, and then travelled in a blur of emotions to the ground floor. I couldn't believe I had just done what I had done. I'd gone through that whole ... humiliating experience ... and then left without the photos. 'Oh, Josie, you fool,' I fumed, choking back tears. I couldn't start crying, especially as I was already getting some strange looks from the woman behind the reception desk as I strode past. I offered her a friendly smile, which she returned, and headed for the street. Before pushing through the doors, I glanced back at the clock and drew in a deep breath. It was 5.30. I had been up there for over two hours! 'Oh my god!' Heading for the cab-rank, I took a taxi home. It was only after entering my apartment, and with the door firmly closed behind me, that I finally allowed my tears to flow. I did have a red dress ... Wiping tears from my eyes I walked into my bedroom and opened my wardrobe. I'd only worn it once before, for a Christmas party, I'd had a great evening. I smiled as I remembered feeling deliciously exposed as the neckline plunged a little too far, drawing eyes to my chest all evening. It was cut to just below the knee, and sleeveless. I took it out and hung it close to the mirror, eyeing it critically. Was I really going to wear this to have diner with Miss Molt? Suddenly, it felt like I had butterflies flittering around my stomach. I couldn't believe I was going back -- but I was. I stripped and headed for the shower where I hid from my troubles for almost half an hour. I finally emerged and wrapped my white robe around me and did my hair and make-up, being sure to apply more than any sane woman would wear for anything other than an evening of depraved lesbian sex ... 'Oh, god....' Heavy, bright-red lipstick matched the nail-varnish I carefully applied, and then it was time for underwear. After some consideration, I decided I would wear the bra I had worn with the dress on the previous occasion - it didn't show under the dress and with the low cut top, did push up my breasts, offering my cleavage in a way I thought Miss Molt would be sure to appreciate and then high-cut silk knickers in matching red. Next, I pulled out the stockings and couldn't help but smile. I had bought them to wear with the dress for the Christmas party. I loved them. They were black, crochet net thigh high stockings with a red ribbon tied around the top to help hold them mid-thigh. I pulled them on - as usual feeling deliciously naughty. I don't know why, but I always connect wearing stockings with sex, especially these ones. After putting on the dress, I found my highest black heals and looked at myself in the full-length mirror - I did look good. I just wished I had dressed for Mistress Marion, Miss Molt didn't deserve me. 'It'll soon be over,' I consoled myself. 'Just get those photos as soon as possible and leave.' It was time to go. Even though I was dressed more decently on this occasion, I still kept my coat wrapped protectively around me as I approached the hotel and the clock in the square struck the hour. As I rode up in the lift, my nerves threatened to get the better of me. She wouldn't make me ... she couldn't want me to do anything ..., Oh, good grief, how did I get into this mess? I was so nervous, the last thing on my mind was food. I knocked on the door and heard her call, 'come in.' Stealing myself I opened the door and was pleased to see that at least the lights were on this time. 'Oh, Josie, please come in, you look lovely. May I take your coat?' And there was Miss Molt. I hadn't seen her earlier, she had just been a voice and hands in the dark ... but she was really quite an attractive woman ... I realised I was surprised. Long blond hair, drawn back in a ponytail, framed a very attractive face, nicely made-up and of course wearing the favourite deep red lipstick. I did recognise her from school, but I don't ever remember her looking like this. She must be in her mid to late forties now, and was in great shape. She had a short black dress on, low cut over an ample chest - and wearing what looked like fishnet stockings -- not my favourite, but I knew they were to some peoples taste, obviously hers. 'May I take your coat?' 'Please,' I slipped my coat off, and blushed as she looked me up and down with a lewd smile. She clapped her hands, 'Chloe?' I glanced about in alarm. I hadn't realised there would be someone else here. A small girl, no... a woman with a very petite figure came out of the bathroom blushing furiously -- and I could see why. She was dressed in a school uniform: short pleated skirt, ankle socks, white blouse, school tie and blue cardigan. Her mousy hair was in bunches and her only makeup was the same bright red lipstick. She came over and took my coat saying nothing. 'Josie, this is Chloe, Chloe say hello to Josie, surely you remember each other?' I looked at Chloe again and a spark of recognition hit me. She had been at New Hall, but in the year below me. She looked up at me, and then quickly went back to studying the floor before hanging my coat in a closet. 'Miss Molt, about the photo's ...' I began, but stopped when she smiled and nodded. 'After diner, Josie. Don't worry, you shall have your photos, I promise.' A knock on the door signalled that diner had arrived, and Chloe was sent blushing to the door to wheel a covered trolley in. Meanwhile, Miss Molt seated me at the little table by the window and sat opposite; Chloe wheeled in the trolley and served us, then filled our glasses with chilled white wine. 'Chloe is a waitress in London these days, aren't you Chloe?' 'Yes Miss Molt,' answered Chloe softly. She stood back from the table while Miss Molt ate and I picked at the fish, still in no mood for food. 'Chloe now comes to me most weekends, she likes to ... to please me, don't you Chloe?' 'Yes, Miss Molt.' There was silence for some time as Miss Molt ate and I started to get more and more uncomfortable. I couldn't sit and pretend this was just a nice meal any longer. 'Miss Molt, please give me the photos ... you did say you would, please...' Miss Molt finished put down her knife and fork and took a sip of her wine before answering. 'Chloe, please get Josie's photos for her will you.' I took a deep breath and Chloe scuttled of, coming back a few moments later bearing a small hotel tray. On it were two vibrators -- one larger than the other. They rattled together as Chloe held out the tray and I glanced up into her face and saw she was very nervous, and then looked at Miss Molt. 'The pictures are inside, Josie. When you're ready, Chloe will help insert them into you. one will go in your vagina and the other in your anus ... well? you didn't think I would just hand them over, did you?' I looked at her in shock as she continued eating. 'You want me to ...' Miss Molt leaned closer to me, glancing down my cleavage as she did so. 'Yes, Josie. I would very much like to see you fuck yourself with those two vibrators that contain your photos, but only when you have quite finished your meal.' I reached for my wine glass and drank a large gulp, coughing as it went down the wrong way. 'Please Miss Molt, don't make me do this.' 'Just enjoy yourself Josie. You're getting the photos back, and Chloe will delight in helping you. In fact, Chloe must help you. Now push your chair out a little. I want to be able to see and enjoy everything you do.' She picked up her wine glass and sat back staring at me. I sat in shock for a moment. I had to do it ...didn't I? I looked at the vibrators realising there was no way that I could just grab them and make a run for it. No, I had to finish this her way, and then get out for good. 'All right.' I shifted in the seat and pulled up my dress, but it hadn't reached my stocking-tops before Miss Molt stopped me. 'Slowly, Josie, slowly. Entertain me. Do all I ask and you will get all that you want.' With a sigh, I slowly raised my dress above my waist and Chloe crouched down beside me. Very softly, she lifted my leg and propped it over the armrest of the chair, and I moved my other leg as far to the side as I could. I felt my face burning in shame and was glad of all the make-up I was wearing to cover my embarrassment. My red knickers were now very much on display, the dress pulled up around my middle and Chloe's hand was travelling over my stockings, past the red ribbons that held them up, and down my inner thigh. I shivered as her fingers crept closer to my pussy and glanced down, watching in a half-trance as she gently pulled my knickers to the side to expose my pussy. I gasped as cold fingers tenderly spread the lips of my vagina, and then saw Chloe look back for Miss Molt's approval. 'Good girls. Maybe it would be more comfortable for Josie if we removed her knickers altogether?' 'Please, Miss Molt. Don't make me do this ...' 'Stand up and turn around, Josie. Please just bend over the chair ... you know how I want you to stand don't you dear?' I knew. I stood up, turned around, and using the chair for support, bent over, feeling Chloe slowly raise my dress once again. 'I love what you're wearing, Josie,' breathed Miss Molt. 'I just love black seemed stockings, and on legs as tanned and long as yours they look divine. The ribbons are a very sexual touch. Push out your bottom and keep your legs straight -- remember, perform for me Josie ... good girl.' There was no way to do anything but comply. I pushed out my bottom, keeping my legs straight and felt Chloe peal my knickers down my legs to my knees -- then she tugged my legs open wider to support the knickers. It was a position I longed to be in for mistress Megan, but here in this hotel room I felt so exposed, so embarrassed. 'Chloe will now sweeten the entry of your first photos, Josie.' I felt something drip between my bottom cheeks and dribble slowly down to my anus - it felt like honey. It felt so rude to be displayed like this to two women ... yet also wonderful at the same time, and I was secretly enjoying the feeling of being made to do this lewd disgusting thing. But I was also so deeply ashamed ... how confusing. More honey dripped on me, I could feel it collecting around my anus before dribbling down into my pussy. I felt my bottom being gently spread by soft cold hands and a tongue began licking me slowly. Starting around each cheek and then edging closer to my anus -- I couldn't stifle a moan of appreciation. I heard Miss Molt walk up beside me and felt her hand touch me on my back as she drew level. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she drew my head back and I looked up into her smiling face. 'You're being such a good girl, Josie.' She turned to Chloe, nodded, and then bent down and kissed me softly. As I opened my mouth, allowing her tongue to enter me, I felt the smaller vibrator slowly pushed against my anus. Accepting the kiss, our lips sticky with the lipstick, I pushed my bottom back and accepted the vibrator -- it must have been lubricated because it slid into me, filling me easily, then Chloe slowly pumped it in and out. Miss Molt continued to kiss me. I felt her hand slip under me and slide around my left breast, helping it fall free. She repeated the procedure on my right breast and played with them, making sure they hung free of my dress, pulling my nipples, pinching them until they quickly became hard and erect and then contented herself weighing each breast in her hands squeezing them as the kiss lingered and the vibrator continued to slide in and out of my anus. It felt good and I was disappointed when she pulled away leaving me bending over, alone, my legs spread and the vibrator pinning me in position. 'What a pair of fine sluts I have to play with.' Slap! I flinched as her hand came down on my bottom, slap, Slap, Slap! I stayed in the same position pushing out my bottom, taking the punishment, not wanting to give her any reason to deny me the photos. There was a whispered conversation then Chloe came and crouched next to the chair. I looked across at her and saw how pretty she was, the school uniform making her even more attractive. As she approached, hesitantly at first, her lips parted to kiss me and I lent towards her, gazing into her eyes as our lips met. Her hands reached shyly for my breasts and I felt her gasp as she touched them, running her hand gently over them feeling how much larger they were than her own. 'Stand up, Josie. Your back must be aching in that position.' I felt the Vibrator slowly withdrawn from my anus and I rose gratefully, and I felt myself blush again. Standing with my breasts exposed, looking at the women who was taking such liberties with my body, but I knew she was now in command of me. I had to keep doing whatever she asked. 'Clean this,' commanded Miss Molt. Chloe was handed the vibrator and she began licking it as if it were a tasty lollipop -- it was a very arousing sight. 'Well, I suppose you've earned those pictures, Josie. Now all you have to do, is sit in that chair and earn the ones in this vibrator.' I took the larger vibrator and sat in the chair. Miss Molt sat opposite me and Chloe sat on her lap. I watched as Miss Molt's hands untucked Chloe's blouse with one hand and lifted her short pleated skirt with the other and began to grope the schoolgirl on her lap. The chair I was sitting in allowed me to lean back a little, and I arranged myself to perform for my audience. Slowly pulling up the dress I slipped my knickers all the way off past my high-heals and put my legs over either arm of the chair. I tried hard to get over the embarrassment of the situation, as my wet vagina was very much on show. Determined to play the part of the lesbian show slut, I proceeded to rearrange the dress around my breasts so that the bra offered support, then pinched and teased my nipples for a moment. My breasts have no tan lines, are a 'C' cup, and my nipples are a dark pink and instantly go hard whenever I am turned on -- they were very hard and erect as I showed them to Miss Molt and Chloe. After fussing with my stockings to make sure they were still tied properly, I put a little lubrication onto the vibrator and set it ready against my vagina. I glanced across at the two women opposite, feeling every bit the slut Miss Molt had accused me of being, and slowly put pressure on the vibrator easing it past the slight resistance of my wet cunt. It was big, as red as my lipstick, and felt wonderful as it slid in, filling me. I pushed it in slowly with my right hand and began teasing my clitoris with my left -- feeling my breasts jiggling as I did so. I glanced across at Chloe and Miss Molt and saw they were kissing. Chloe saw me looking and lifted the hem of her skirt, allowing me to see Miss Molt's hand with three fingers spreading her vagina. I noticed the smaller vibrator on the table and picked it up, sliding it into my well lubricated anus, until it was buried deep. As I fucked myself for Miss Molt's pleasure, I could feel both vibrators touching each other, separated by the thin wall between my anus and vagina. I lost myself to the disgusting exhibition I was being forced to make and hoped she was enjoying the show. When I next opened my eyes, I saw Chloe coming towards me. I watched in a daze as she climbed up onto the chair and, as I looked up, lifted her skirt and lowered her pussy onto my face. Miss Molt took over with the vibrators between my legs and I felt her licking around my pussy, lapping at the sweet honey taste that remained mixed with my pussy juices. In my turn, I licked at Chloe's pussy feeling the tiny tuft of hair she had remaining above her clitoris, tickle my nose as my tongue explored the folds and tastes of her vagina. With my hands now free, I could now explore her properly while my left hand pinched my own nipples, my right came under her skirt and felt around the smooth globes of her bottom. I made a finger wet from the edge of her vagina and slid it into her anus, fucking her slowly as she moved herself up and down upon it -- I could hear small squeals of delight coming from above me. 'Stand up,' I felt the vibrators withdrawn from me and Chloe climbed down, my finger reluctantly leaving her ass as I looked up into her eyes -- and she blushed. 'Get onto the bed, kneeling down please, girls. You're both naughty little sluts and need to be punished. Lift your skirts and kiss each other. Don't stop until you're told to.' I knelt on the bed next to Chloe and held her hand. With my other hand, I reached back and flicked up my dress, exposing my bottom to Miss Molt's attentions. Beside me, Chloe gripped my hand and kissed me. As the first hard slaps came down, she wrested her hand free and reached for my breast, and then a moment later, she had moved across and was sucking on my right nipple, nibbling at it with sharp teeth. The slaps became harder, travelling around our bottoms and down our inner thighs -- when a slap landed onto my pussy, I decided I was in heaven after all. A little later I was dismissed, sent home with both vibrators in my bag. As I walked to the hotel lift, my emotions were confused. I didn't actually want to leave. As I had glanced back at the door, I had seen Chloe kneeling between Miss Molt's legs, licking at her pussy, lost still to the lewd acts of devotion Miss Molt was subjecting her to. I wondered if Miss Molt might be back in contact with me? ... and then I realised that I hoped she would.