0 comments/ 116838 views/ 19 favorites The Teacher's Pet Ch. 1 By: shy_amanda Amanda walked slowly down the hall toward the class room, fear building with every step she took. She dreaded the meeting about to take place, but it was necessary if she wished to graduate. Amanda had just turned eighteen, was a senior in high school and graduation was only four weeks away. For the most part, her grades were pretty good, all of them except one. She had been struggling in Chemistry all year, never getting anything over a C minus on any of her exams, and it had been slipping steadily all semester, something that upset her mother to no end. It was time to try and get help from the only person she knew could help her. That person was Ms. Thompson, the Chemistry teacher. Amanda liked Ms. Thompson, but the older woman made her nervous. Ms. Thompson was 28 years old, 5' 10" tall, slim in build, with shoulder length red hair and piercing, hazel-green eyes. In contrast, Amanda was 5' 7" tall, also slim in build, with long blond hair and light blue eyes. Final bell had just rang for the day, and Amanda stood out side the Science Lab, waiting for the room to empty out. She could hear Ms. Thompson giving the Freshmen science class a few final instructions as they filed out. After the last of the students had left, Amanda tentatively walked into the class room. "M-M-Ms. Thompson?" Amanda asked shyly. "Yes? What is it Amanda?" Ms. Thompson said without looking up form the notes she was writing. "I need to talk to you about my grade ma'am," Amanda stammered. Her mouth felt dry and her palms were sweating. She could feel the blood rushing to her face as Ms. Thompson looked up at her with those piercing, green eyes. "I've been meaning to talk to you about that myself," the older woman said as she leaned back on her desk, motioning for Amanda to have a seat. Ms. Thompson was dressed in a pale blue blouse, a knee length denim skirt, sheer stockings and three-inch black heels. Amanda was dressed in a thin white blouse that showed she was wearing a bra, knee length plaid skirt, white ankle socks, and brown penny loafers. "Your grade has been slipping all semester, young lady," Ms. Thompson continued. "I'm afraid that if things continue at this rate, I will have no choice but to fail you." "P-P-Please, Ms. Thompson," Amanda said, tears starting to well in her eyes. "I just have to pass. If I don't, my mom will kill me. Is there some kind of extra-credit work I could do?" "I don't know, Amanda," Ms. Thompson said, looking down into Amanda's pale blue eyes. "Your grade is pretty bad. I don't know if there is enough time left in the school year for you to make it up, even with extra-credit." "Please, Ms. Thompson," Amanda said, tears running down her checks, her mouth trembling. "I'll do anything to bring my grade up. I just have to pass. I have to graduate." Amanda began to cry into her hands, her stomach feeling upset. "Anything?" Ms. Thompson said, arching her eyebrows. Amanda looked up at Ms. Thompson, a small ray of hope building inside of her. "Y-Y-Yes, ma'am," she stammered. "I'll do anything to pass and graduate." Ms. Thompson crossed her arms and studied the young girl for a moment, her eyes narrowing. "Well then," she said finally. "Perhaps we can work something out. It is going to take a lot of hard work to bring that grade up, and with only four weeks of school left, we will need to work on it every day until school is out. That includes weekends. Are you willing to do that?" Amanda sat there and looked at her teacher for a moment. She had not counted on giving up all of her free time to raise her grade, but knew she did not want to face her mother with a failing one. "Yes, Ms. Thompson," Amanda said with a hard swallow. "I have to graduate. I have no choice." "No, it appears you don't," Ms. Thompson said, reaching for a pen and paper. "Here is my address. I want you there at five o'clock sharp. No excuses. If your mother needs to know, just tell her that you are getting help with your chemistry. Understand?" "Yes ma'am," Amanda said, taking the paper. "I will be there." "See that you are," Ms. Thompson said returning to her notes. She watched Amanda leave the room out of the corner of her eye, a smile coming to her lips. ******************** Denise Thompson rushed home as fast as she could, cursing every red light between the school and her home. She rushed inside, checking the time. 'Only an hour to get ready,' she thought as she set her briefcase down. She quickly undressed, wondering if she had time for a shower. She dismissed it, an idea forming in her ever active imagination. Instead, she went to her bedroom to get ready for her "guest". She started by pulling on a very small, tight, black thong. She decided against a bra, slipping on a thin, white silk blouse. She pulled on a black leather mini-skirt, followed by her black leather thigh-high boots. She checked to make sure that all of her equipment was in place, ready for use. She then went to the living room and waited for the agreed upon time to arrive. She kept glancing at the clock, then the mirror. She was a bundle of sexual energy, waiting for release. She kept going over everything she had planned in her mind when she heard the light knock on her door. Denise checked the clock before going to the door. As she opened it, she drank in the sight before her, and fought back a smile. "You are five minutes late, young lady!" she said to Amanda. "Maybe you were not serious about raising your grade this afternoon." "B-B-But my watch says five o'clock," Amanda stammered, her eyes wide with shock and fear. Seeing the way her teacher was dressed made her face turn a bright red, suddenly wondering what she had gotten herself into. "I don't care what your watch says," Denise said, grabbing the trembling girl by the arm and yanking her inside. "My clock says it is five after. Do you still wish to raise your chemistry grade, Amanda?" "Yes, ma'am," Amanda whispered, swallowing hard. She found herself staring at her teachers breasts, mesmerized by their fullness. "You will call me Mistress Denise while you are in my home, slut," Denise said, locking the door. "Do you like staring at my breasts, slut?" she asked, slapping Amanda across the face, her palm leaving a nice red mark on the young girls face. "Yes, ma--Mistress, I mean, no Mistress," the young girl floundered as she dropped her book bag and raised her hand to her stinging cheek. "Quiet slut," Denise said as she guided Amanda into the living room. Denise sat on the sofa, looking at Amanda. "Take off your clothes, slut." "M-M-My clothes?" Amanda asked, fear in her eyes. "YES, YOUR CLOTHES," Denise commanded, anger flashing in her eyes. "TAKE THEM OFF NOW!!" Amanda took a step back, her hands coming up to protect her face, afraid of another slap. "Fine," Denise said, rising from the sofa, anger in her voice. "If you would rather fail, take your things and get out. I don't want you wasting any more of my time. Go. Now." Amanda dropped to her knees and grabbed Denise's leg. "Please, Mistress. Don't throw me out. Please. I'll do better Mistress, I promise. Please give me another chance, Mistress. Please." Denise looked down at her student, there eyes locked, a frown on her face. She could see the tears on Amanda's cheeks. "Very well," she said with a sigh. "But I want no more disobedience from you. Is that understood? One more act of defiance, no matter how small, and you can kiss any hope of passing my class good bye." "Yes, Mistress," Amanda said, looking into Denise's penetrating eyes, her bottom lip trembling. "Now, remove your clothes. I want to see your hot teen body," Denise said leaning back and crossing her legs. "Yes, Mistress," Amanda said as she stood before Denise. Amanda could feel her cheeks burn as her shaking fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. She worked form the top down, sliding the blouse from her slim shoulders and laying it aside. She kicked off her shoes, then unbuttoned her skirt letting it fall to the floor. "What are you waiting for?" Denise asked, feeling the dampness between her legs. "I want you completely naked. Then we will begin work on improving your grade." "Yes, Mistress," Amanda mumbled as she reached around and unclasped her bra, freeing her 34B breasts. Her nipples stiffened in the cool air as she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her white cotton panties and slid them down past her slim hips and smooth legs. "Give me those," Denise said as Amanda was about to lay her panties aside. Amanda handed them to her Mistress and stepped back, watching as Denise held the panties under her nose and sniffed them. "Mmmmm, not bad," Denise said folding the panties and laying them on a nearby table. "Hmmmm," Denise said looking at her student. "Not bad. I see that you shave your pussy. That's good. I love a bald pussy. Turn around and show me your ass." Amanda turned here back to Denise, not sure of what else to do. "Bend over. Grab your ankles," Denise commanded. Amanda obeyed without a word, her face feeling warm and flushed. "Mmmmmmmm, very nice," Denise said as she reached out an felt Amanda's ass. "Nice and young and tight. Do you exercise to get it that firm, slut?" "I jog in the mornings, Mistress," Amanda replied. "It helps me to wake up." "Good," Denise said, her hands still roaming over Amanda's young ass. She slid one hand between her slut's legs and felt the wetness she knew would be there. "My, but we are wet, aren't we slut?" Denise cooed. "Yes, Mistress," Amanda said, feeling her pussy being invaded by Denise's fingers. "And tight, too. Tell me slut, are you a virgin? And when did you shave last?" Amanda let out a soft moan as Denise pumped her finger in and out of Amanda's pussy. "Yes, Mistress, I am a virgin. And I shaved this morning in the shower. I try to shave every two or three days." "From now on, you will shave every morning. And you might as well get rid of your panties and bras. You will no longer be needing them," Denise said as she pulled her finger from Amanda's pussy. Amanda watched as Denise licked and sucked her finger, tasting Amanda's juices. She heard Denise moan as she sucked on it. "You taste very sweet slut," Denise said returning to the sofa. "Turn around and get on your knees. Lace your fingers behind your head, and spread your knees apart." Amanda quickly did as she was told, not saying a word. In this position, her breasts were thrust forward, and Denise would have excellent access to her pussy. "Tell, me slut," Denise said as she rubbed Amanda's left nipple with the heel of her boot, causing the young girl to moan in pleasure. "Do you masturbate?" "Yes, Mistress," Amanda answered shyly, trying to rub harder against Denise's boot. But Denise kept moving the stimulation away. "What do you think about when you masturbate? What gets you good and wet?" Denise asked as she moved the toe of one boot to Amanda's pussy, rubbing it against the young girl's clit. "I-" Amanda began, fighting back another moan building inside of her. "I think about people I wish were with me. Movie stars, class mates--ohhhhh--teachers--ahhhhhhh," Amanda moaned in spite of herself, unable to contain her obvious pleasure. Denise lifted the toe of her boot from Amanda's pussy and held it in front on the girls mouth. "Lick," she said. "Clean your juices form my boot and I will begin with some ground rules." Amanda slid her soft tongue over the supple leather of Denise's boot as she listened to her Mistress. "First, you will no longer wear panties or a bra. Not to school, not here, and not at home. Don't test me on this. I will find out. "Second, you will shave every morning. I want you smooth and silky all the time. Suck on the heel now, slut." Amanda moved to comply, sucking on the heel. Denise moved the toe of the other boot so that it rubbed against Amanda's clit, toying with the girl, keeping her excited, but not allowing her to cum. "Third, you will no longer be known as Amanda. Your name is 'slut' now. I will still call you Amanda at school, but when you are here, you are 'slut'. "Fourth, when you are here, you will dress only in this," Denise said leaning forward to fasten a leather dog collar around Amanda's neck. "I may add to your ensemble, but for now, that will do. "Fifth, you belong to me. Your ass, your pussy, your tits, all of you, belongs to me. You no longer own your body. I do. And I will use it as I see fit. "Sixth, you are only to have sex with whom I tell you to. Right now, the only person you are to have sex with is me. "Seventh, you are no longer allowed to masturbate unless I give you permission first. Not at home, not at school, and not here, unless I tell you to. And you must always ask permission before you do so. Lick the other boot now, slut." Amanda moved quickly to obey. She leaned down, her soft tongue running over the smooth, supple leather. She realized she was beginning to make love to the boot. Kissing and licking all around the toe, slowly working her way up the leg. "Eighth, I want you here every free moment that you have. Afternoon, evenings, nights, and weekends. I will call for a special parent/teacher conference with your mother, and make it ok with her. After graduation, you will not be going to college. Instead, you will move in here with me, so that you will be able to service me anytime I wish. "Ninth, I expect you to be here before I am everyday after school. I will get you a key. You are to let yourself in, change into your slut attire, and fix dinner. I will leave the recipe you are to fix setting on the kitchen table. You are to clean up afterwards, making sure all of the dishes are clean and put away. "Tenth, you will bathe me every night, either before you go home, or before we bed for the night, or any other time I wish to bathe. Do you have any questions, slut?" "No, Mistress," Amanda said as she continued to lick her way up the boot. She was now between Denise's legs licking the inside of the right boot, near the top. She could smell the older woman's excitement and longed to taste her pussy. "Does my pussy excite you, slut?" Denise asked, seeing the girl eye her wet love tunnel. "Yes, Mistress," Amanda whispered as she continued to give the boot a tongue bath. She could feel her mouth water at the prospect of tasting her Mistress. "All right," Denise said, grabbing Amanda by the hair and pulling the young girl's head into her hot pussy. "Let's see what kind of talents you have. I want you to pull my thong down, but I want you to use your teeth, not your hands. Then I want you to put that tongue of yours to work. After that, we'll see what's next." Amanda slid her hands up and pushed the mini-skirt back out of the way. She then leaned in and took the elastic of Denise's thong in her teeth and slowly pulled the older woman's underwear down past her hips, sliding them down each leg of Denise's boots until they were free. She looked up, holding the thong in her teeth, her eyes locking with those of the older woman. Denise smiled at the young girl and stroked her long, blond hair. She took the thong form her and laid it next to the pair of panties Amanda had been wearing earlier that day. Amanda smiled back at her Mistress as she leaned down, kissing Denise's inner thigh, her teeth lightly grazing against the older woman's smooth skin. Amanda slowly licked and kissed her way toward the moist lips in front of her. The scent was intoxicating to the young blond woman as she inched closer and closer. Denise pushed Amanda's head in tight, moaning as the young girl's soft tongue licked up and down the outer lips of her pussy. She continued to stroke her pet's hair as Amanda pushed her tongue deep inside the older woman's pussy. "That's it, slut," Denise said. "Fuck me with that tongue. Make your Mistress cum and you will be rewarded." Amanda moaned as she licked and lapped at the juices pouring from Denise's pussy. Her tongue found the tender clit and sucked it into her hot mouth. Denise responded by pushing harder on the blond head between her thighs, her hips rising off the sofa, grinding her pussy into Amanda's face. "Ohhhhhhhh, that's it, slut," Denise moaned, grabbing fistfuls of the young girl's blond hair. "Suck my clit, slut. Harder--ahhhhhhhh FUCK--suck it harder bitch. Bite it. Fuck me with your fingers." Amanda responded instantly to each of Denise's commands. She slid two fingers deep into the pussy she was sucking on. She sucked and nibbled on the clit in her mouth, moaning as she did so, pumping her fingers deeper and faster. 'Damn, for one so young, she's good,' Denise thought as she felt her orgasm building, her toes starting to curl. Her hips bucked harder into the young girl's face, sweat glistening on her brow. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning louder and louder under Amanda's oral assault. Amanda added two more fingers as she pumped them deeper and deeper. She sucked harder, nibbling faster on the clit in her mouth, trying to swallow as much of the juices flowing from her Mistress as she could. Her own pussy was on fire, begging for attention, especially after the teasing from the boots. Amanda was dieing to finger herself off, longing for the bliss of release. But she did not dare, for fear of upsetting her Mistress. Denise felt her legs start to shake as Amanda pushed her over the edge. Denise pushed Amanda's face hard into her pussy, grinding her pussy into the young girl's face as her orgasm erupted from her cunt. Denise let out a low groan, feeling Amanda's soft tongue licking and lapping up her cum. Denise stroked the long blond hair, as she came back to her senses. Amanda continued to lick and suck at Denise's clit, her fingers still deep inside of her. Denise pushed the blond head away and looked down into Amanda's eyes. The young girl's face was drenched in her cum, and Denise thought she saw a small sadness in the girl's eyes at being pushed away from the sweet juices she craved. "You did very well, slut," Denise said. "Have you been with a woman before?" Amanda blushed. "Yes, Mistress," she replied. "Only two. I hope I pleased you Mistress." "Mmmmmmmmmm, yes, slut," Denise said as she contemplated this new information. "I am pleased. One more thing I want you to do, and if you do as well with this, then I will reward you greatly." Denise said this last with a wicked grin. "Yes, Mistress," Amanda said, biting at her bottom lip. She was trying to squeeze her legs together and relieve some of the itching between her legs. "Is your pussy wet, slut? Is it burning with desire?" Denise asked, smiling. "Yes, Mistress," Amanda replied, her blue eyes sparkling. "Very much so." "Well, come with me," Denise said rising off the sofa and hooking a leash to Amanda's collar. "If you do this as well as you ate my pussy, I will be more than happy to help you scratch that itch." Denise tugged on the leash and started off down a short hall way. Amanda followed on her hands and knees as fast as she could, watching Denise's ass sway as she walked. Denise led her pet to a bathroom at the end of the hall. Amanda returned to her kneeling position after she was in the bathroom, waiting for the older woman's instructions. "Undress me, slut," Denise commanded. "Everything but the boots. Leave them on for now." "Yes, Mistress," Amanda replied. She reached up and unzipped the skirt, carefully lowering it and helping her Mistress step out of it. She stood and forced her trembling fingers to work the buttons of the silk blouse. She gently slipped the blouse from Denise's shoulders, and pulled it free of her arms. She folded it gently and placed it on the edge of the sink, then returned to her kneeling position, gazing at the beauty of the woman before her. The Teacher's Pet Ch. 1 "Crawl into the tub, slut," Denise commanded. She watched as the young blond crawled into the tub, gazing at the fine ass that wiggled before her. After getting in the tub, Amanda returned to her kneeling position. Denise walked over and stepped into the tub also. "Put your mouth to my pussy again, slut. Keep it wide open, and swallow as much as you can," Denise commanded, guiding the young girls head to her pussy once more. Amanda opened her mouth as wide as she could, and Denise pushed the head into her cunt as hard as she could, holding it in place. A few seconds later, her bladder let go, a stream of urine flowing from her and into the waiting mouth of her pet. Amanda started to cough, not expecting the salty taste of urine that was flowing into her mouth. She swallowed some of it, simply because she had little choice. She fought back the reflex to gag, not wanting to upset her Mistress, but she simply could not take all of it. Some of the urine spilled down her body, over her tits and down her flat stomach and into the tub. Denise set one boot on the edge of the tub after she had finished. She snapped her fingers and pointed, looking down at her pet. Amanda immediately went to licking the urine from the supple leather, her stomach feeling upset from the urine. After she had licked the boot clean, Denise shifted so that she could lick the other one clean as well. "Now the bottom of the tub," Denise commanded, watching the young girls ass sway in the air as she licked up the urine on the bottom of the tub. Amanda returned to her kneeling position when she had finished. She could still smell the urine on her body, and the stench assaulted her sinuses. "Good, slut. Is your pussy still itching for attention?" Denise asked. "Yes, Mistress. I am so very horny, and my pussy is begging for attention," Amanda said gazing up into Denise's eyes. "Very good, slut," Denise said tugging on the leash. "Get out of the tub, and follow me." To Be Continued... The Teacher's Pet Ch. 2 Amanda followed her new Mistress, her eyes watching the hypnotic sway of Denise's ass. She could smell the urine that was drying on her breasts, still tasting it on her lips. Denise lead the young blond by the leather leash, guiding her up a flight of stairs and into a small bedroom. "This will be your new home when you move in here, slut," Denise said as she closed the bedroom door. "I will provide you with everything you will need. If there is any thing you really WANT, you must first earn it." "Yes, Mistress," Amanda replied, looking around the small room. There was a small dressing table in one corner, a small, empty closet in another, and a full-sized bed next to the single window. "Get up on the bed, slut, and assume your position," Denise said, tugging the leash. Amanda hurried to obey. All the excitement of the evening had left her pussy wet and burning with desire. She longed to rub her sensitive clit until she climaxed. She would probably keep rubbing it until she climaxed again, she felt so horny. Amanda had always been shy and timid. Her shyness was one of the things that had kept her a virgin. However, it had never occurred to her that she would like to be commanded, especially by another woman, and being commanded to perform sexually made her pussy itch that much more for release. 'I can't believe I'm doing this,' she thought as she climbed onto the bed, kneeled and put her hands behind her head. 'But I also can't believe how horny it's making me.' "All right, I want you to face the head of the bed," Denise said, moving around to the headboard. She watched as Amanda shifted her body to comply. "Lean forward. Place your hands on the posts of the headboard." Amanda leaned forward, doing as she was told. She felt Denise unlatch the leash from her collar, only to have her fasten two short chains to the ring. She watched as her Mistress fastened one chain to an eye bolt located in the top of the left-hand post. Denise did the same with the other chain, attaching it to the right-hand side. The chains were long enough to allow her to lay her head down on the bed, but she would be unable to get out of the bed. "Lay your head down, and slide your hands down along the sides of the posts," Denise commanded. She pulled a short shackle up from under the bed and attached it to the young girl's wrist, doing the same on the other side. Amanda realized she was completely helpless now, unable to move either of her hands if she had wished to get away. She could feel the juices running from her pussy, her excitement growing each time her Mistress bound her to the bed. "My, what a beautiful sight," Denise said as she ran her over the young girl's firm ass. She felt Amanda push back into her hand and pulled it away. "Now, now, slut," she said moving behind the girl. "Not so fast. I know you're horny, and that your pussy must be driving you crazy right about now. However, before I can reward you with your release, you must first be punished for your initial disobedience." Amanda's stomach knotted. Her heart raced, fear in her eyes as she tried to see where her Mistress was. "The real question is how to begin. I think a good, old-fashioned spanking is in order. How about you, slut?" "Y-Y-Yes, Mistress," Amanda replied, swallowing hard, fighting back the tears in her eyes. "You would know best. I was wrong to disobey you, and I deserve to be punished." "So be it. Keep that ass in the air, or else I might have to punish you again." "Yes, Mistress," Amanda replied. She braced herself, waiting for the first sting of pain to bite into her tender flesh. Denise's eyes twinkled as she watched the young girl, counting the seconds off in her mind, making her slut squirm with anticipation. "I am going to give you twenty lashes, slut. After each one, you will count them off and say 'Thank You, Mistress, May I please have another?' Understand?" "Yes, Mistress," Amanda answered quietly. Denise folded the leash and raised it over her head. She ticked off the seconds, then brought the leash down hard. "One...Thank You, Mistress. May I please have another?" Amanda hissed, her teeth clenched against the stinging pain. Denise brought the leash down again and again, each mark crossing the ones before it. Amanda's ass turned to a bright red with each lashing, and she fought to keep her ass high for her Mistress. "N-n-nine...Thank You, Mistress. May I please have another?" Amanda said, her strength beginning to fail. Her ass felt like it was on fire and tears rolled down her cheeks. "TENNNN...Thank You, Mistress. May I please have another?" Denise smiled wickedly as she continued to whip the young girl with the leather leash. She could feel her pussy growing wet again, excitement building each time she brought the leash down. "FOURTEEEEEEN...Th-Th-Thank You, Mistress. May I please have another?" Amanda's breath was becoming short. She could feel her ass burning hotter each time the leash bit into her tender ass. More importantly, she could also feel the fire in her pussy growing. Never before in her young life had she been so excited, and she could feel an orgasm building each time her Mistress hit her. "N-N-NIIINETEEEEEEEEEN...THANK YOU, MISTRESS. MAY I PLEEEEASE HAVE ANOTHER?" Denise could sense the young girl's excitement and her cries only fuled her own. She was close to cumming again from beating her slut, something that had never happened to her before. She had said only twenty, but she was not sure now if she could stop there. "TWENNNNNNNTYYYYYY...THANK YOU, MISTRESS. PLEASE MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?" Amanda screamed as she felt her legs start to shake, praying that her Mistress would continue so that she could have her orgasm. Denise heard Amanda's cries and knew she was close to release. She didn't want to let the girl cum yet, but Denise was close also, her own legs shaking, her pussy feeling wet and hot. She could feel her own jucies running down her thighs as she brought the leash down again, this time harder than before, causing a thin line of blood to swell on the young ass. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK, YESSSSSS!!!," Amanda screamed as her orgasm grabbed her. Her head was back, her hands balled into fists, and her toes curling as she felt the electric heat begin in her pussy and spread up to her nipples and down into her thighs. She could feel her cum gushing from her pussy, wetting the bed. The sight of the girl cumming, sent Denise over the edge, her own orgasm gripping her, causing her to become weak in the knees. She felt her cum gush down her legs and onto the carpet. She fell to her knees on the bed, one hand holding on for support, the other rubbing her pussy. Amanda felt her Mistress fall to the bed, and knew she was cumming again. She pulled against her bindings, her fingers longing to plunge deep inside her hot pussy and bring her to another orgasm. She could smell the excitement of her Mistress and herself, and it kept her wanting more... To Be Continued... The Teacher's Pet Ch. 3 Sorry about the long wait for this installment of "The Teacher's Pet", but here it is, and I hope you enjoy it. I have already began work on Chapter 4, so look for it to be posted soon. Thanks to everyone who has sent me feedback, I really do appreciate it, so keep it coming. * * * * * Denise watched her slave struggle against her bonds through a slight haze. The orgasm she had just experienced was one of the strongest she had ever had in her life. She rested on the bed for a moment, trying to gather her composure, trying to slow her breathing to normal. "You...handled that...well...slut," she said at last, her breathing still a little short. "Th-th-thank you, Mistress," Amanda said, her own breathing still short from her own orgasm. She was still trying to hold her burning ass high, fighting the urge to just start humping the bed. She was still very horny and wanted desperately to cum again. "And I think I will...overlook...the fact that you came without my permission. But only this once. You are never to cum unless I allow it. Do you understand that slut?" "Y-Y-Yes, Mistress," Amanda stammered, fear gripping her heart at the thought of displeasing her Teacher. "However, I don't think I liked your use of profanity either," Denise said as she looked at the thin line of blood on the young girls ass. She felt her pussy twitch at the thought 'I did that.' "Therefore, I feel that you should be punished for that," Denise said, rising from the bed. "Y-Y-Yes, Mistress," Amanda said quietly, fresh tears forming in her eyes at the thought of the leash again. "Your punishment for the use of such language is that I shall not give you the reward promised for the good job you did in eating my pussy earlier," Denise said as she unlocked the shackles from Amanda's wrists. "Yes, Mistress," Amanda said, disappointment in her voice. "Thank You, Mistress. I deserve that. I will do better." "I'm sure you will, slut," Denise replied, unlatching the chains from the collar and attaching the leash. "Get into position, slut." Amanda moved quickly, kneeling on the bed with her hands behind her neck and her knees apart. Her pussy still itched and she was dieing to finger herself, but dared not to. "I think we have had a productive night, however," Denise said gazing into Amanda's pale blue eyes. "As long as things continue in this way--you remembering the rules, pleasing me, and so on--then I think you may pass my class after all." Amanda gazed back into her Mistress's piercing green eyes, a small, loving smile touching her lips. "Thank You, Mistress," she said quietly. "Now, it is starting to get late, and we don't want to get your mother upset until I have had a chance to talk to her. So, what do we do now, slut?" Denise said, slipping into her "teacher mode." "It is time to bathe you, Mistress," Amanda said quickly. "Very good, slut, you remembered. Too bad you can't answer that quickly in class," Denise said tugging on the leash. "Yes, Mistress. Thank You, Mistress," Amanda replied, crawling off of the bed to follow her Mistress. Denise led her into what Amanda assumed was the "Mistress's Bedroom." "Take a good look around, slut. I will expect you to clean the house, top to bottom, on the weekends. This room--IF you continue to please me--may also become a big part of your life. Now, follow me." Denise led her through a door on the far side of the big room. As they walked through it, Amanda looked around. The bed was at least a queen size, four-poster bed. On either side of the bed stood a nightstand, each with two drawers and a closed door. An elaborate dressing table with a large mirror stood at one wall, next to a large window covered in dark blue drapes. There was the soft sound of music coming from a radio somewhere, but Amanda could not see it, and the sweet smell of potpourri was in the air. Denise opened the door and led Amanda into a much larger bathroom than the one they were in before. "Fill the tub, slut," Denise said. "Not too hot, not too cold. I want to be comfortable. You will find a bottle of bubble bath in the cabinet and a towel in the closet." "Yes, Mistress," Amanda said as she moved to fill the tub. She kept testing the water, trying to find the right temperature. When she was satisfied, she plugged the drain and added the bubble bath, getting the scent of lavender from the soap. As the tub filled, she went and retrieved the towel from the closet and laid it on the counter next to the sink. When the tub was full, she turned the water off and returned to her slut-position. "Very good, slut," Denise cooed. She had been fingering herself the whole time, watching the young girl move, especially Amanda's delicious looking ass, still red from the spanking. "Now, take my boots off so that I can bathe." "Yes, Mistress," Amanda replied, moving quickly to obey her Mistress's wishes. She almost reached for the zipper with her hands, and then thought better of it. Instead, she leaned in and took the zipper tab of the left boot in her teeth and slowly slid it down. She slipped the boot off and set it aside, kissing the toe as she did. She then repeated with the other boot. When she was done, she returned to her slut-position. "You like those boots, don't you slut?" Denise asked after the girl was done. "Yes, Mistress," Amanda said, looking deep into Denise's eyes, a small smile on her lips. Her Mistress was now completely naked in front of her. Amanda's heart beat a little faster at the site of her Teacher, and her pussy was longing to be touched by her. "I really liked the way you took them off. Very erotic," Denise said as she reached out and caressed Amanda's cheek. "Thank You, Mistress. I am trying to please You, Mistress," Amanda replied as she ran her cheek against Denise's touch. "I know you are, slut," Denise said as she climbed into the tub and settled into the warm water, letting the bubbles surround her. "You are learning. It just takes time, slut. Soon you will be able to please me all the time." "Thank You, Mistress. I will strive to meet all of your expectations, Mistress," Amanda said as she gazed at the beauty before her. "Oh, I know you will, slut. Is your pussy still wet, slut?" "Yes, Mistress. I am still very horny, and humbly ask that I may finger myself in front of you so that I can cum before you," Amanda said shyly. "I am pleased that you remembered to ask for my permission, slut. But you are being punished for your bad language, remember?" Denise said, her eyes closed as she leaned back in the tub, trying to relax and not let Amanda know that her own fingers were rubbing her own pussy under the water. "Yes, Mistress. Please forgive me for asking, Mistress," Amanda said, disappointment in her voice. "I forgive you," Denise said. "But, unless you can give me another punishment to give you, I must deny you your self-pleasure." Amanda thought franticly. There had to be something. Her pussy was itching for attention so bad, she would do anything for the chance to cum. She looked around the room and saw several things that might be painful, but she was so new to this sub-servant role, that she did not know what would be the right thing to say. "I-I-I don't know, Mistress," she said at last. "Well, I have an idea, but I'm not sure if you will like it," Denise said, opening her eyes and looking at her slut. "I'll do it, Mistress. I need to cum sooooo bad. I'll do anything You command. Pleeeease," Amanda pleaded, her eyes wide as she looked back at her Mistress. "You already said that you would do anything for a better grade in my class," Denise retorted. "So that is not much of a bargain. I know you will do anything I command, because you are my slut. If it pleases me to watch you masturbate until you cum before me, then I will allow it. But at the same time, you must learn discipline. Without that, you are just A slut and not MY slut. Is that what you want?" "No, Mistress," Amanda said, her eyes wide. "I love You, Mistress. I belong to You. My pussy, my ass, my tits...my heart...are all Yours to do with as You please Mistress." "But how are you willing to prove that to me, slut?" Denise asked, her fingers working over her clit. "I-I-I don't know what You want, Mistress," Amanda replied, tears running down her cheeks. "I wish to please You, now and always, Mistress." "Then prove it to me, slut. Use your imagination with the items in this room, and show me what you would be willing to do to let me let you cum. If you come up with something, I give you permission to move and try it. However, I may stop you at any time if I don't like what you are doing." Amanda looked around again. She saw several bottles of different sizes and shapes. She saw make-up and wash clothes, cotton swabs, and then she saw what might allow her to get her way and it made her stomach tighten. There, by the sink, next to the towel she had went after earlier was a white candle. Next to the candle was a book of matches. Amanda crawled over to the sink, reached for the matches, and lit the candle. She then brought the candle over and sat it in front of her and returned to her slut-position. Denise watched all of this with awe. She had an idea of what the young girl had in mind, and it made her nipples grow harder than they already were with excitement. Amanda waited patiently, fear and excitement growing inside of her as she watched the flame, waiting for the wax to soften and melt. She truly wondered if she would be able to go through with what she had in mind, and her pussy answered for her but growing even more wet. "Amanda, you don't have to do that," Denise said, her fingers feverishly working her own pussy, part of her hoping that the young girl would do it, and part of her afraid for her student's safety. "Yes I do, Mistress. I love You with all my heart, and I really do wish to prove it to You. I must do this. And my name is not Amanda, Mistress. My name is slut." Amanda picked up the candle, gazing into the small pool of melted wax that had formed at the top. She breathed deeply a few times, trying to prepare herself for what was about to happen. She blew the flame out, looked up and directly into her Mistress's eyes and poured the wax over her stiff and sensitive nipples. She hissed as the hot wax hit her skin, but did not cry out. The wax dried quickly, but she did not remove it. She simply looked at her Mistress. She then relit the candle and sat it down again in front of her. Denise could not believe her eyes. Her pussy spasmed around her fingers at the site of her slut sitting there with the cooling wax on her breasts, looking almost as if a man had just shot his load on her. At that moment, she looked more beautiful than anything Denise had ever seen before. 'She truly does love me' Denise thought. 'I was going to wait until after she graduated to use candle wax on her, but she bore it well. A little hiss, some flinching, but well.' Amanda waited a few more minutes for some more of the wax to melt, then repeated the pouring, this time between her tits, so that the wax ran down her flat stomach. She then relit the candle and sat it in front of her again. It surprised her that each time the hot wax hit her skin, her pussy would grow wetter and wetter. She began to wonder if she could cum from this. Denise had a small orgasm as she watched her slut torture herself, her fingers delving deep into her own pussy and rubbing furiously over her clit. "That's enough, slut," Denise said as Amanda reached for the candle a third time. "But I still have one more part to pour it on, Mistress," Amanda said, looking over to her Mistress. "No, you don't," Denise replied. "When it comes time to pour hot wax on your pussy, it will be for my pleasure not yours. I can see how much you are enjoying it." "Yes, Mistress," Amanda said, looking down. "However, because you bore the hot wax on your nipples so well, I will allow you to now finger yourself in front of me until I tell you to stop. When I say stop, you MUST stop, even if you have NOT cum yet, understood?" "Yes, Mistress. Thank You, Mistress," Amanda said, a glint in her blue eyes. "All right. Lean back and open your legs so I can watch, but don't start until I tell you to," Denise said as she moved to the edge of the tub. Amanda did as she was commanded. The cool tile felt good against her sore ass. She spread her legs wide, allowing Denise to see everything she had to offer. "All right...begin," Denise said, watching closely. Amanda plunged her fingers deep into her wet pussy, her thumb rubbing hard against her swollen, sensitive clit. Her hand flew as she tried feverishly to cum before her Mistress denied her again. As her right hand worked her pussy, her left hand moved up to pinch and roll her nipples. Her breathing was becoming short as her orgasm built, sweat glistening on her body, her eyes closed. Denise watched all of this with lust in her eyes. She counted off the seconds in her head, her own hand pleasuring her pussy as she felt yet another orgasm building. 'This little bitch has no idea what she is doing to me,' she thought. Amanda started to moan, her hips rising off the floor as she tried to fuck her own hand. She was almost there...her orgasm building as she alternated from pinching and slapping her clit to thrusting her fingers deeper and deeper inside of her...she was so very close... "STOP!" Denise commanded, denying Amanda her orgasm. To be continued...