Under Roberta
2. Teacher Creature
One Friday Miss Simms, her English teacher, asked her to meet after school. Simms was a shy, quiet woman. She reminded Roberta of her mother; the part she didn’t like much. Roberta immediately recognized what Miss Simms wanted. She waited outside Miss Simms’ room as the last class filed out. When the room was empty, she went in, locking the door behind her. She walked right up to Miss Simms and without saying a word gave her an aggressive open-mouthed kiss. One hand was inside the back of Simms’ slacks and panties, grabbing her ass and holding her hips tight against Roberta’s own. The other hand was behind Simms’ head, fingers woven into her hair, twisting her head and neck back. Miss Simms turned to sexual mush in Roberta’s insistent grip.
Less than an hour later Roberta was stretched out on the couch at the teacher’s one bedroom apartment while a very naked Miss Simms was on her knees worshiping Roberta’s pussy with her tongue. Simmy, as Roberta now called her, was an experienced cunt licker. She used long slow strokes up either side of Roberta’s pussy that ended with quick teasing flicks across her clit. She carefully monitored Roberta’s rising excitement, and finished her off by concentrating her efforts on Roberta’s exceptionally long thick clit. Simmy got Roberta off repeatedly, and between times she rubbed her nose, cheeks, and neck on Roberta’s wet cunt, literally wallowing in her youthful stink. Roberta rested her raised legs over Simmy’s shoulders, ankles crossed, heels digging into Simmy’s upper back. This kept Simmy’s face buried between her legs.
Simmy could only use her mouth on Roberta, because her hands were cuffed behind her back with her own set of handcuffs. Simmy was a submissive whose last lesbian SM relationship had dissolved some months earlier. Simmy had invested in a wide selection of bondage gear. It had lain mostly unused of late, but Simmy kept it available, not hidden in a closet. It reminded her of just what she was. With her meager teacher’s salary, it had taken her years to accumulate all of it.
Simmy promised to show Roberta how the gear worked. Most pieces were obvious, but some of the equipment was quite complex. Roberta got on the phone to call one of her other submissive toys. Simmy started to protest until Roberta crammed her soiled underwear into Simmy’s mouth. “Don’t worry, Simmy. I’m calling Slick. She can be trusted. She is one of the cheerleaders. You would know her as Claire Johnson. If the other girls on the squad knew she was a lesbian, she’d get kicked off. Her parents would probably disown her. I make her suck off one of the football players every now and then, just to keep up the image. She finds it disgusting, but I tell her to swallow it and act like she loves it. She always does what I say. I guarantee your secret is safe with her. Beside, you really don’t have a choice right now, do you?”
Roberta finished dialing, “Hi! May I speak with Claire? ... Thank you. ... Hey, Slick, clear your schedule for the rest of the weekend. Something came up. ... I don’t give a shit, change it! ... I said I don’t care. ... Well, make an excuse you silly twit! ... Look, I’m not asking, I’m telling you, 2701 Monroe, apartment 24. Get your horny cunt over here, now! ... Ya, 24, like your IQ, you idiot. ... OK, OK, one hour, but if you are any later than that, you’ll pay. ... Hey Slick, bring over your Dad’s electronic camera. ... Oh, and one more thing, what are you wearing? ... Good, I like that dress. Now take your bra and panties off and leave them at home. ... No, not when you get here. Take them off right now. ... NOW Slick! ... Ya, whatever.”
Roberta hung up and looked down at Simmy on the floor, expecting to see fear in her eyes. Instead she saw blissful satisfaction. It had been over half a year since Miss Simms’ last lover had left. The long nights filled with masturbation and self bondage had become quite lonely. Roberta was young, her ways were immature and she had a lot to learn. But Miss Simm’s saw a diamond in the rough. This was one of those times a teacher prepares her entire career for. A truly gifted student had walked into her classroom. She could make a difference. Simmy had the knowledge and experience to turn Roberta into a first class dominatrix.
Roberta picked Simmy up and marched her into the bedroom, which turned out to be a fully equipped dungeon. The walls were lined with exotic bondage equipment. The bed was more than just a bed. The king size mattress was upholstered in a black vinyl material. The head and foot boards were very strong. Two rails ran either side from the head to foot. Heavy eye bolts and D rings appeared everywhere and their purpose was obvious. In the middle of the bed was a wedge shaped foam pillow, also upholstered in black vinyl.
Roberta needed to get these handcuffs off. She pulled the panties out of Simmy’s mouth “So where are the keys to these things?”
“They are in the drawer of the table next to the couch.”
Roberta stuffed the panties back into her mouth. They were now sopping wet with saliva. When Roberta returned with the keys, Simmy had crawled to the center of the bed. She was on her back with her hips supported on the wedge pillow. Her legs were raised up and spread wide. Her wrists were still cuffed and her forearms were pinned under the small of her back. Her fingers were diddling what they could reach, which was her taint and the lower margins of her cunt.
Roberta chuckled in delight. By laying on her back and spreading her legs the teacher was unmistakably signaling her total surrender to Roberta. By openly masturbating, she was also demonstrating what a horny slut she was. As Roberta approached the bed, she noticed two leather cuffs attached to the side rails by short chains. Their use was obvious; when Roberta lifted one, Simmy presented her ankle for easy restraint. When Roberta wrapped the cuff around the slender ankle, Simmy gave a muffled mewl of delight through the gag. The supple leather of the cuff was well worn. It had been recently oiled and cared for. The buckle settled naturally to a position that fit Simmy’s ankle perfectly. While Roberta attached the other cuff, she noticed Simmy’s ankles had calluses where the cuffs sat. It was obvious she wore them often. Simmy whimpered several times with pleasure when both legs were restrained high and wide. She pulled on them slightly, wiggling her hips to find that comfortable, familiar posture.
Roberta knelt on the bed and looked down at her captive and frowned. Something was missing, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Then it hit her: pubic hair. Simmy didn’t have any hair at all between her legs. She looked as bald as a baby. Roberta placed her fingertips on Simmy’s exposed pussy and felt. Some of the other girls in the locker room were quite sparse down there. (She never hid her gender preference and looked openly at all the other girl’s genitals.) She knew that some trimmed it back to hide under bikini swimsuits. But she had never seen a girl completely hairless between the legs.
Roberta looked at herself in the mirror. There were three mirrors in the room: one on the wall above the headboard, a large one attached to the ceiling and a tall free-standing one that could be positioned anywhere in the room. She looked down at her hairy pussy and felt it with one hand. She lifted her arms and folded them above behind her head to look at her smooth shaven armpits. Her mother hat taught her to shave there and she did it out of routine. She must have inherited her impressive bush from her unknown father. The thick patch of stiff wiry pubic hair formed a large triangle. The rug went well up towards her belly button and down between her legs until it surrounded her asshole. Roberta never wore bikinis, preferring jeans and tee shirts. So she had never bothered to trim it.
She looked down at the bald pussy on the bed and decided this was right. Her baldness was a symbol of her inferiority. Roberta’s own fully grown pubic hair was a sign of her authority. She decided to never shave any part of her body again. From now on, she would demand that all her Pussies shave, every day, out of respect and submission.
Roberta fumbled a bit with the keys getting the handcuffs off Simmy. As soon as her arms were free, Simmy placed them above her head where two more leather cuffs awaited her wrists. These too were well worn, but while Roberta set them she noticed that there were no calluses on Simmy’s wrists. This was because Miss Simms could buckle her own ankles up, but she had no way of restraining her arms by herself. For the last half a year she had spent at least part of every night with her legs like this, alone, masturbating until she fell asleep. She had spent so many nights like this over the years that her hips were completely adjusted to the position. It was not unusual to sleep the whole night spread wide and wake up rested.
Roberta placed her palm over Simmy’s cunt .She didn’t need to rub, for Simmy started humping her hips against Roberta’s hand. Roberta recognized the rising excitement and pulled her hand back slightly, holding it only a few inches away. Simmy lifted her hips up trying to make contact with Roberta’s teasing hand. After a bit Roberta placed her hand back onto Simmy’s pussy. She intended on denying Simmy release, but within seconds she had a powerful orgasm. Her whole body jerked in spasms, tugging at the cuffs.
Roberta pulled her hand away and watched the thrashing teacher for a few moments. “You damned horn dog, you. I gotta see that again!”