****** Headmistress Susan ****** =============================================================================== Headmistress Susan Part 1 Welcome Back "Have a seat, Karen," Headmistress Susan smiled. "Or do you prefer Mrs. Brown now?" "Of course it's Karen," the brunette laughed as she sat and crossed her shapely legs, "It isn't like we've never met." Headmistress Susan shared the laugh with her old friend as she let her eyes roam over her body. It had been almost twenty years since they had been roommates here at the Girls Academy. She still remembered the pleasure she had found in Karen's submission. "Alright then, Karen," she looked down at the folder on her desk, "Let's get down to business. We can always chat afterwards. You're wanting an emergency placement for your daughter, Melissa. Can you tell me why?" Karen looked down for a moment before answering. "Yes, ma'am," she murmured, "I'm afraid that I haven't been too good of a mother. Melissa is hanging out with a rough crowd and doesn't seem to care about anything any more. This weekend she came home late and I thought she smelled like pot, but I couldn't be sure. She won't tell me anything about what she's doing or whom she's going with. Wednesday night I got up to check on my son, Michael, who was sick, and she had snuck out of the house in the middle of the night. I'm scared for her and I don't know what else I can do." Headmistress Susan looked at the woman seated across from her, a plan beginning to develop in her mind. She was pleased that Karen had called her "ma'am". That meant that the dominant relationship they had enjoyed long ago was still ingrained in this thirty-eight year old mother of three. She also could hear the guilt, regret, and fear in Karen's voice. Strong negative emotions always made it easier to re-assert control over a former lover. "It's good to hear that you accept responsibility for failing as a mother," she said coldly. "I'm a little ashamed of you. I know the Academy taught you better than that. We are actually at capacity right now. However, I can bend the rules a little for an old friend. If you expect me to do that, though, you must co- operate completely. I'm going to ask you some very personal questions. You'll probably be embarrassed by some of them. That doesn't matter. What matters is that you must answer them truthfully and completely if you want to help your daughter. Do you understand?" Karen's soft whisper could barely be heard. "Yes, ma'am." Headmistress Susan smiled discreetly, knowing that Karen was now hers for the taking. First, though, she needed to be humiliated. "Karen, when your daughter was young and she misbehaved, what did you do?" "I scolded her and told her to stop." "What if it was really bad?" "I made her sit in the corner." "Did you ever spank her?" "No," her voice dropped even more, her eyes closed. "I can't hear you." "No, I never spanked her." "Why not?" "I don't know." Headmistress Susan sat back and smiled. She knew that Karen would be thinking of how she had willingly been spanked into submission when she went to the Academy. She had a feeling that the last time Karen had indulged in her love of submission was when she left the Academy. "You know that is not an acceptable answer to the Headmistress." "Yes, ma'am," Karen's eyes darted up in surprise then back down in submission, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I have no excuse for not spanking her, ma'am." "That's better. Remember who you are speaking with, Karen. Is she a virgin?" "I don't think so." "But you don't know?" "No, ma'am." "You seem to be good at neglecting your child. What about you, when was the last time you made love to your husband?" "Three nights ago, ma'am." "Did you let him come inside you?" "Yes, ma'am." "Did you come for him?" "No, ma'am." "You faked it?" "Yes, ma'am." "Why?" "Because, ma'am," Karen shifted slowly in her seat, "I never come when we make love." "So you don't really make love to him do you? You just let him fuck you." "Yes, ma'am." "It's always been like this?" "Yes, ma'am." "Then say it. Say, 'I've never made love to my husband. I just let him fuck me like a cheap slut.'" "I've never made love to my husband," Karen's lip began to quiver and a single tear darted down her cheek. "I just let him fuck me like a cheap slut." "Do you suck his cock?" "Yes, ma'am." "Do you eat his cum?" "No, ma'am. I never let him finish in my mouth." "You mean you don't suck the cum out of his balls. You don't love him enough to let him enjoy the feeling of dropping a load of cum on his wife's tongue. You're repulsed by the thought of tasting the most intimate body fluid he can share with you." "Yes, ma'am." "Do you want him to fuck around on you?" "No." "No what?" "I'm sorry, ma'am. I meant, no, ma'am." "Karen, you may not respect your husband enough to submit to him, but you will respect me and my position as Headmistress. The rest of this interview will be conducted with you on your knees." She watched the matron for a few seconds. She could see the desire Karen had to get on her knees and submit. She also could see that Karen was beginning to realize she was renewing their old mistress/slave relationship. Karen looked up into her eyes for a moment, pleading silently. Susan held her gaze coldly, waiting. Slowly, Karen slid out of her chair and onto her knees." "Good, Karen, but you should remember not to make your Headmistress wait so long. Have you ever let him fuck your ass?" "No, ma'am," Karen's eyes found the floor again. "Let me see if I get this right: you fuck your husband like a slut, you give him head but won't even let him come in your face, and you've never even let him stick a finger up your slutty little ass. Not only are you a bad mother, you're a bad wife as well. How many reunions have you missed?" "I don't know, ma'am." "It isn't hard, you dumb little cunt. You're thirty-eight now, you left here when you were eighteen. Don't fuck with me, you worthless piece of shit. Counting this year, you've missed twenty reunions. That's twenty nights when you would have come back and renewed your love of being dominated. That's what's wrong, asshole. You've denied who and what you are for twenty years. Because you denied yourself, you denied your husband and your daughter. Stupid cunt." Headmistress Susan watched the effects her words were having on Karen. Tears were running down her cheeks now and her chin was tucked against her chest. "The whole reason we have reunion is so that slaves like you don't have to live their whole lives as sluts. I owned you when you left and I still own you. I would have sold you to an alumni near you that would ensure your submissive needs were met. Then your husband would have a wife who could give herself to him fully and your daughter wouldn't be out at night fucking like a whore in heat. You are fully responsible for this. Now you come walking in here trying to impress me with your husband's name and money. Who the fuck do you think you're fooling? I fist-fucked your ass and made you beg for more. You licked my ass for a year so I didn't have to feel toilet paper against my pretty little asshole. You filthy, slimy, worthless shit-pile. Do you remember the Headmistress' Punishment Room, my disgraceful little slave? I know you do. That's where I'm taking you now. Stay on your knees and strip." Karen obediently began unbuttoning her blouse. Then the skirt was unbuttoned and pushed over her hips. Headmistress Susan eyed her lustfully, remembering how that body had willingly served her in the past. Karen removed her bra and let her breasts fall out. Headmistress Susan noticed that her nipples were fully erect. She moved over to stand next to the woman as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pushed them over her ass. Reaching down, Headmistress Susan took Karen's right nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinched wickedly. Karen clenched her eyes shut in pain, but didn't cry out. Headmistress Susan smiled as she twisted the nipple causing her slave to gasp. No sound came out of her mouth as she pulled the last of her clothing, as garter belt, from her body. "It's good that you remember your training, little slave-bitch," Headmistress Susan smirked, "Don't worry. You'll have permission to scream in agony before long. Crawl like a bitch over to that table by the window." Following the crawling woman, Headmistress Susan fastened a collar around Karen's neck. It was leather with a cold metal ring that pressed into Karen's skin. A matching collar was buckled around her mid-section. "We didn't have this when you were here before, living under me. It's a training device. The belt around your middle contains a power pack and when I press this little control button, it delivers an electric current directly to your worthless flesh. I'll demonstrate how it works for you. Remember your training. Suffer in silence." The cruel headmistress felt her sex moisten as Karen's body convulsed. The slave's mouth opened in pain and she fell over on her side. Susan turned Karen's face so that their eyes met. She held her slave's gaze for a ten count before releasing the button. Karen panted, tears running like rivers from her eyes. "That was a rather low setting, cunt. It isn't strong enough to be fatal, so remember I could do that to you for hours if I so desire." She pushed her hand between the slave's legs and felt the gushing moistness of her cunt. "I thought so," she told the panting woman, "you always did enjoy the pain I allowed you. Get up, slut, and follow me to the Punishment Room." The Headmistress walked across the room and opened what looked like an ordinary closet door. Karen walked slowly, fearfully into the white tiled room, shaking inside. She remembered how well stocked the torture chamber was and she could imagine that Headmistress Susan had made improvements of her own. As she felt her bare feet touch the cold, hard tile, she knew why she had brought her daughter here. She knew that her daughter was a slut because she wanted her to be. It was the only way she could find an excuse to come back. "Welcome back, slut," her Headmistress whispered in her ear. "I can't wait to hear you scream." This story is part of White_Shadow's_Nasty_Stories. You may also want to visit: * Erotic_Top_100_Story_Sites * Sexy_Top_100_Stories