Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2014 21:45:48 -0600
From: Jasmine Walker <silkyjasminewalker@gmail.com>
Subject: Bedding the Babysitter

BEDDING THE BABYSITTER

My name is Megan.  I am a 35 year old single woman with a two year old
child.

Jenny was the perfect sitter.  She went to a private school and always wore
the plaid skirt and knee high nylons (I found it interesting that she wore
knee high nylons and not socks like most girls).  She always wore her dark
brown hair in pigtails or a braid and her glasses made her look like a nerd
or a geek, whatever term you prefer.  Anyways, Jenny was in grade 12 and
had turned 18 a couple months ago when I started noticing that she was
often checking out my long legs, which I always showcase, or my large
breasts, which I also showcase.  I started wondering if she was a dyke and
decided to find out.  I knew from conversations that she was always online
and I decided to research what she does online.  Now I should note I am
computer technician and can easily find out what sites someone goes to.  As
I followed her online the next 3 days I learned a lot about her. She always
went to a band website and played tunes online as she surfed.  Next she
always checked her e-mail and had her msn on.  She then would go to a teen
advice site and read all the new questions and often gave advice to them or
just commented.  After that it varied looking up author sites, doing
research for homework, etc.  But she always ended the night by going to
www.literotica.com and reading sex stories.  She always started on the
newest stories and then would search lesbian sex stories.  Sometimes she
clicked on titles, other times she would search using words including:
submission, submissive, obey, school girl, etc.  Some of the titles she
read included: "Suburban Submission", "Cynthia's Submission", "The
Professor's New Toy", "Bashful Betty" and most interesting "Seducing the
Babysitter".  It became clear to me that she was a submissive looking for
someone to dominate her.  I decided to message her about some advice she
gave on the question of releasing pressure.  The question was "How do you
release stress?"  She responded "All girls are different.  And although I
can advise on almost any academic topic, I have never been able to release
my stress."

I sent an email that stated: "Hi, I am sorry for emailing you personally.
But after reading your response, I thought I should personally respond to
you.  I am an expert at training people to release stress.  I should note
that my plan is very unorthodox and you must be very honest with me if you
want true release.  Love Megan."

15 minutes later Jenny replied "Thanks for the e-mail.  I really appreciate
it.  I am very curious to learn more about this.  What do I do next?
Jenny."

I waited until the next day to make her sweat and then emailed "Dear sweet
Jenny, if you are seriously interested, you must answer the following
survey.  You must be completely honest for your treatment to work.  If I
learn you lied to me, I will quit the treatment instantly. "With that I
sent the email.  She responded in minutes.

Name: Jenny

Age: 18

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Brown

Favourite Movie: A Walk to Remember

Favourite Band: Tegan & Sara

Three passions: Reading, writing, movies

What is your biggest stress: Getting into Harvard.

How do you deal with stress: Music, reading

How often do you masturbate: At least once a day, it too releases stress

When did you last masturbate: Last night.

What did you masturbate about: This is embarrassing but I was fantasizing
about being told what to do by a cheerleader at my school.  She doesn't
even acknowledge I exist and she is a bitch to everyone below her, yet I
can't help but think about being dominated by her.

What is your most constant fantasy: I also fantasize about being seduced by
an older woman who teaches me how to please a woman completely.

Describe your sex life: My fingers, I am a virgin.

Describe your perfect boy and/or girl: A woman who is older, powerful,
understanding.

What are you wearing right now? I am in a pair of pink pajamas.

Last question: One secret that no one knows about you: I like to masturbate
while wearing pantyhose and no underwear as I love the feel of silk on my
legs and vagina.  I guess I have a nylon fetish.

The survey answered all my questions and I knew she would be easy prey.  My
next e-mail was as follows:

Dear Jenny:

Thank you for answering the survey so thoroughly.  Such honesty will lead
to a complete cure to your stress problems.  We will start the program
today.  My msn # is 456767.  Please msn me as soon as you get this.

A few minutes later I got a beep.

Jen78ph: Hi. This is Jenny.

DrMeg: Hi Jenny.  How are you?

Jenny78ph: Good.

DrMeg: What does 78ph mean?

Jenny78ph: 78 is a random number.  Ph=pantyhose.

DrMeg: I see.  Where do you live? I am an American living in Boston.

Jenny78ph: No way.  I live in Boston too.

DrMeg: Very interesting.  Maybe we will meet someday.  Anyways, your survey
made it clear you lack self-confidence.  Would you say that is true?

Jenny78ph: I suppose, I am average looking and considered to be a nerd by
most at my school.

DrMeg: I see. Confidence begins by looks and fashion.  For example, I am
wearing a garter and stockings right now, with a skirt and a tight sweater.
These build my confidence as I get many looks from other men and women.
What are you wearing?

Jenny78ph: Just jeans and a t-shirt.

DrMeg: Yet you like wearing nylons?

Jenny78ph: Yes.

DrMeg: Right now, I want you to change into nylons.  Do you have any
stockings or thigh high nylons?

Jenny78ph: I only have pantyhose.  What are thigh highs?

DrMeg: They are stockings with an elastic top to hold them up by themselves
around your thigh.

Jenny78ph: Oh, my mom has some.

DrMeg: Go put them on.

Jenny78ph: Um, ok.  I will be back in a few.

About 4 minutes later.

Jenny78ph: I am back.

DrMeg: What are you wearing now?

Jenny78ph: Beige thigh highs, a long skirt and the same t-shirt.

DrMeg: Better.  Now I want you to wear a skirt that is short enough for
people to notice your thigh highs if you are sitting.

Jenny78ph: Ok.

A couple minutes later.

Jenny78ph: I'm back and you can indeed see the top of these thing s with
this skirt.

DrMeg: Good.  It is all about your imagination.

Jenny78ph: I don't mean to be rude, but how will this help me relive my
stress.

DrMeg: All in good time darling.  Now I want you to look at yourself in the
mirror.  What do you see?

Jenny78ph: Um, still me, although I do look sexier.

DrMeg: Do you like the new look?

Jenny78ph: Yes.

DrMeg: Good.  Now I want you to go to the mall and buy yourself your own
pair of thigh highs.  If possible get the following colors: black, white,
pink and mocha.

Jenny78ph: Um ok.  Then what?

DrMeg: While you are out pay attention if anyone notices the new you.  Then
msn me when you get back.

Jenny78ph: Will you be online?

DrMeg: Maybe.  But keep online if you are home and we are bound to hook up.

Jenny78ph: Ok.

3 hours later.

Jenny78ph: Hi, I am back.

Jenny78ph: I got all the colors you requested and I also bought a red pair.
They were on sale buy 6 get one free.  So I got an extra black pair and one
beige pair too.

DrMeg: Great to hear you did so well.  How did you feel going out dressed
like that?

Jenny78ph: Great actually.  A few boys seemed to notice me and the
saleslady was super nice complimenting me on my purchase.

DrMeg: I told you, how you dress is how you feel.

Jenny78ph: I did feel a little slutty though.

DrMeg: Dressing sexy does not make you slutty.  Sleeping with a bunch of
people makes you slutty.  So I take it from your questionnaire you are a
lesbian?

Jenny78ph: Um, my fantasies are about girls, but I am not groused out by
boys.

DrMeg: Why older women?

Jenny78ph: I have no idea. I get excited by them more.  They seem so sure
of themselves.  So powerful.

DrMeg: I see.  Older women do have experience, unlike teen boys.

Jenny78ph: I wouldn't know.

DrMeg: This cheerleader you fantasize about.  Is she a lesbian?

Jenny78ph: No, she is dating a boy in college.

DrMeg: I see.  I have a job for you tonight.

Jenny78ph: Ok.

DrMeg: Write a brief fantasy about you and the cheerleader and email it to
me.

Jenny78ph: Um, I am not sure I can do that.

DrMeg: It doesn't have to be porn, just a detailed fantasy.  This will help
me help you.

Jenny78ph: Ok, I will try.

DrMeg: I have to go help another patient.  I will talk to you tomorrow.

Jenny78ph: Ok.  ?

DrMeg: Goodnight.

Jenny78ph: Goodnight.

I then logged out and watched what she did online.  She went instantly to
literotica and searched stories.  After about 20 minutes she logged out.
She read a lengthy story called "The Complete Submission" which is an
amazing story.

Next morning in my e-mail was an email from Jenny.  She is more creative
then I thought:

I was leaving school when I remembered I left by book I needed to finish
reading in my gym looker.  I walked into the gym and saw Karen naked just
getting dressed.  She smiled at me and said 'Hey Jenny, why don't you take
a picture it lasts longer.'  I apologized and she said, 'Actually Jenny you
can do me a favor'.  I say sure and she says 'Come here.'  I walk over and
she kisses me.  She then says, 'My vagina needs to be cleaned, why don't
you clean it for me.'  I feign protest but I slowly drop to my knees and
begin licking her vagina.  I do it slowly, but she demands, 'Lezzie, suck
my cunt, make me cum.'  She then grabs my head and shoves my face into her
wet vagina.  I suck on her vagina lips and try to shove my tongue inside
her.  She eventually has an orgasm.  She then demands 'Get undressed.'  I
quickly do.  She then pushes me back onto the bench and devourers me.  She
licks me, fingers me, brings me to an intense orgasm.  She then kisses me
and I taste my own juices.  She breaks the kiss and says, 'You are now my
property.  You will be our little cheerleader pussy pleaser.  Do you
understand?'  I nod yes.  She then tells me to meet her hear again tomorrow
to start my new role.

 I was impressed.  This would be easier than I thought.

That night:

Jenny78ph: Are you there?

Jenny78ph: That story was so embarrassing.  I have been stressed about it
all day.

DrMeg: Hi honey. That story was very good.  No reason to be ashamed.
Fantasy is natural and a great way to relieve stress.

Jenny78ph: Really?

DrMeg: Of course.  I fantasize too.

Jenny78ph: About?

DrMeg: Many things.  Your fantasy turned me on a bit.

Jenny78ph: Really?

DrMeg: Yes really. So did you masturbate after writing your fantasy?

Jenny78ph: Yes?twice.

DrMeg: Good.  Now the next step of your program.

At this exact moment I called her and asked if she wanted to babysit
tonight.  She did not really want to, but I told her I was desperate and
that she was my last hope. She reluctantly agreed.

Jenny78ph: Sorry, the phone rang and I have to go babysit for my neighbor
in an hour.

DrMeg: That is ok.  I am going out myself tonight. I have a date with my
girlfriend.

Jenny78ph: Like a friend who is a girl or a 'girlfriend'.

DrMeg: Truthfully, she is a whore of mine.  I have a few women who service
me sexually.

Jenny78ph: ???

DrMeg: Just kidding.

Jenny78ph: Oh.

DrMeg: Actually, do you want to know a secret of mine.

Jenny78ph: Yes.

DrMeg: I wasn't kidding.  I have a woman coming over tonight who I am going
to use to release my stress.  When you are ready and more confident you
will be able to release your stress through sex too.

Jenny78ph: Not sure I will ever be that confident.

DrMeg: I promise we will find your happy place.  Although maybe you are
submissive.

Jenny78ph: Submissive?

DrMeg: Yes, maybe you need to be told what to do.  Actually you probably
are.  Let's find out.  When you go to babysit, I want you to wear the
shortest skirt you have, and thigh highs that match.

Jenny78ph: To babysit?

DrMeg: Yes.  Are you going to do as I say?

Jenny78ph: Yes, sorry for questioning you.

DrMeg: It's ok.  I have to go and shave for tonight.  Do you shave your
special place?

Jenny78ph: I trim it.

DrMeg: Do so before you go out tonight.

Jenny78ph: OK.

DrMeg: I must get going.  I will talk to you later tonight.

Jenny78ph: Bye.

I then got ready for my fake date.  I would go out for an hour or so for my
plan to come into action.  I was dressed in a black leather skirt, beige
stockings and a red blouse.  She arrived dressed in one of her plaid school
skirts, mocha thigh highs, and her white school blouse.  You could clearly
see she was wearing thigh highs.

" Wow, you look very sexy Jenny," I complimented her.  "Do you have a late
night date?"

"Thanks Miss Cameron.  You look pretty too and no I was trying something
new."

"Well it works," I said. "So I got a hot date.  Max is already asleep, so
you can watch a dvd if you want.  I think you will like the dvd in the
machine it is a great movie."

" Ok, have fun," she said all bubbly.

"Oh, I will," I said ever-so-coyly.

After I left, I snuck back in and watched from the kitchen.

She sat on the couch and pressed play on the DVD.  What she saw was me with
a strap-on fucking the pussy of a pretty 21 year old coed I seduced a while
ago.  The girl, I can't remember her name now, was screaming "Yes mistress,
fuck me, bang my tight pussy."  I allowed the scene to go on for a couple
minutes and long enough to see Jenny's hand slide under her skirt when I
decided to 'return home.'  I snuck back out and came in the front door to
the sounds of the dvd "Yes mistress, pound me, I'm cumming." When I
entered, Jenny stumbled to cover herself, but could not in time.  I looked
at the TV and faked, "Oops, that was not the movie you were suppose to
see."

She apologized and begged me "Please don't tell my mother."

 I smiled.  "Jenny, Jenny, Jenny.  Jenny78ph .Have you not figured it out?
"

Jenny sat there stunned.  There was a long delay until the lightbulb came
on.  "Oh, um, I, wait, you're DrMeg?

"Yes I am and I am about to relive all your stress."

The confusion in her overwhelmed her.  She looked bewildered.

"Jenny it is all right.  You are a lesbian and submissive; I am a lesbian
and dominant."

Jenny still trying to get the whole ordeal straight in her mind stood there
in a trance.

"Jenny ," I said gently, "If you are willing you will become my slave.  If
you agree, you must obey every order.  I do not tolerate disobedience.  If
you do not want to submit to me, you may leave. I will still pay you for
the night."

Jenny looked me directly in my eye.  I smiled.  She looked tentative, yet I
knew she would not disobey me.

"Sweet Jenny it is time.  If you are want me to become your mistress you
simply need to undress for me."

Jenny's eyes never left mine as she started to unbutton her blouse.  Her
hands trembled slightly, but slowly the blouse dropped to the floor.  Her
small, perky breasts peaked out from her white lace bra.

"You are very beautiful Jenny," I encouraged.  "Please take off the skirt."

Jenny obeyed sliding the skirt down her stocking clad legs.  She stood in
front of me in her bra, white panties and mocha thigh highs.  I looked down
and saw her toenails were painted purple.  She looked so adorable and good
enough to eat.

I walked to her and as my hand touched her skin she shivered.  She looked
pleadingly into my eyes, secretly begging for me to please her.  I moved in
for a kiss so soft, just brushing her tender lips.  I then moved to her
ear.  I nibbled on her ear lobe, my hot breath flowing into her ear.  She
quivered and let out a soft moan.  I then whispered, "Jenny."

She whispered back, almost inaudible, "Yes."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

I moved down her neck, giving gentle soft kisses.  I got to her breasts and
expertly unhooked her bra.  I then licked, nibbled and sucked on her perky
breasts.  Her breathing got harder.  My tongue slid down her belly.  I got
to her panties and slowly, seductively, slid them off.  Without
instructions she lifted her foot to allow them to fall to the floor.  The
ripe young lesbian to be stood before me naked, except for a pair of silk
thigh high stockings. I gave her one gentle lick on her newly shaved pussy
and then allowed my tongue to roam down her left leg. I lifted her foot to
my mouth and took each delicate toe into my mouth.  Her breathing got
heavier.  I moved back up to her delicious pussy and gave her one more
lick, before sliding down her right leg and did the same thing.  Then I
moved up, kissing behind her knee, her mid thigh, her clit, up her belly
and then her lips.  She eagerly kissed me back, moaning in my mouth.  I
broke the kiss and led her to my bedroom.  I laid her on my bed and kissed
her again.  Our tongues twisted and turned.  I then moved back down and
began licking her virgin pussy.  The nectar was so sweet and she was so
wet.  With my veteran tongue, I had her quaking an orgasm in a couple
minutes screaming with pleasure.  But I did not stop.  I licked more,
sliding a finger inside her tight hole, and pumped it in and out.  Jenny
screamed, "Oh my god, don't stop, yes, yes, I'm cumming again."  She bucked
up and then collapsed back down exhausted from the double orgasm.

I got up and went to the closet. I slid out of my outfit, leaving on my
stockings, and hooked on my smallest strap-on.  I came back to the bed and
said, "Jenny, are you ready for your mistress to fuck you."

She looked me straight in the eye and surprising me said, "Please, fuck me
mistress.  I need your cock in me so bad."

I move it to her mouth and without instruction, she began sucking on
it. Seeing this petite, shy virgin sucking my plastic cock really had me
turned on.  After a minute or so, I pulled out and slowly slid my cock in
her.  She was so drenched, the cock filled her completely quickly and as I
started pumping in and out she began to get animated.  The shy, reserved
nerd begged, "Fuck me, harder, harder. Fill my cunt completely.  Make me
your whore" I pumped away.  She came again and again, collapsing for a
second time.

I took the cock off and went and got a couple glasses of water.  I returned
and she had not moved an inch.  I handed her the water and she downed the
whole cup.  She looked me straight in the eye and said, "Let me please
you."

I smiled and said, "Jenny.  You will be pleasing me many, many times.  Now
crawl between my legs and please your new mistress."

Eagerly, Jenny obeyed and began licking.  For a pussy licking rookie, she
was very good.  She licked, she sucked, she probed with her finger and when
she could tell I was close, she surprised me and slid a finger up my ass.
It triggered an intense orgasm and I covered my pretty teen with my love
juices.

She looked up at me, smiled and said, "I read it in a story online."

I laughed. "Well keep reading, that was amazing."

She crawled up to me and asked, "Does it always feel this amazing?"

"It can.  Although you should understand, that I was very gentle with you
tonight.  I won't always be. "

"I understand.  I want you to dominate me.  I want you to treat me like a
slut.  I need it."

"You are going to make a great slave," I look at the clock and realize it
has been almost two hours.  I kiss her again and saw, "You understand that
I will share you with friends.  I will take you to places you have not even
imagined. "

"I understand and eagerly await what you have instore for me."

I got on all fours and said, "Lick my asshole."

"Yes mistress," she obeyed and pulled my ass cheeks apart and began licking
my dark dime. She worked hard to slip her tongue as deep inside my ass as
she could.  Her eagerness to please was so fucking adorable.  I then shoved
her face into my pussy and came on her face a second time.

I then sent her home and told her tomorrow we were going out on the town.
She asked where and I just shrugged and said, "You'll see, but wear the
same thing you did today."

"Yes mistress, " she said.  She got dressed, I kissed her and she went
home.

Tomorrow was going to be fun?

BEDDING THE BABYSITTER 2

Last night I had seduced my 18-year old babysitter. Today I hoped to make
her greatest fantasy come true. So after my ex-husband came and picked up
our son for his usually every second weekend custody time, I msn'd Jenny.
It was just after lunch the following day.

DrMeg: How is Jenny this fine afternoon?

Jenny78: Very good mistress.

DrMeg: That is good to hear?  No regrets about last night's events?

Jenny78: None!  :)

DrMeg: Ready for your training to continue?

Jenny78: Yes mistress.

DrMeg: Are you dressed already?

Jenny78: Of course.

DrMeg: Come on over, we will start researching Karen before we head out to
begin your transformation.

Jenny78: Transformation?

DrMeg: Of course.  A new look.  We are going to make you irresistible to
Karen.

Jenny78: But what if she doesn't like girls?

DrMeg: Well, let's find out.

Jenny78: OK.

DrMeg: Get over here now.

Jenny78: Yes mistress.

Jenny arrived in the exact same outfit as yesterday.  An adorably hot plaid
school skirt, a white school blouse that showcased her nice perky breasts,
dark mocha thigh high stockings and, sadly, runners.  I led her upstairs
and I slid out of my black leather skirt to reveal a black silk panties and
matching black thigh highs.  I said, "Jenny come sit under my desk and
please me while I research your little dream cheerleader for you?"

"Yes mistress," Jenny replied and quickly she went to work with her eager
little tongue as I began typing.  I gave out a soft moan as I asked,
"Jenny, what is Karen's last name?"

Jenny looked up at me, so cute, from between my legs and said, "Pepper."
She then went right back to pleasing my already damp pussy.  I requested,
"Jenny dear, go nice and slow."

I believe she said, "Yes mistress," as she responded, her tongue never
leaving my cunt.

As I research, I learned that Karen came from a well off family, lived in a
massive house and she was an only child.  On facebook, which by the way,
you should protect yourself from much better than most do, I learned she
was a redhead, with green eyes, she was short at 5'2, but her breasts
looked quite large.  I then created a new facebook account under the fake
name of Sarah Conners and I asked her to be a friend, with a note that I
was a girl researching cheerleader popularity (again you really should
protect yourself from online predators).  Not surprisingly she accepted me
five minutes later.  I created a questionnaire for her and sent it to her,
hoping she would respond.  As I waited, I read her wall and learned lots
about her.  She was very sarcastic, she hated her mother, she loved getting
compliments, reveled in them really, and was quite spiteful.  Comments like
"Mrs. Wicks is a complete bitch" or "Did you see what Sara wore today, it
made her look fatter than she already is, if that is possible."  After
reading her wall I looked forward to attempting to seduce her.  I also
learned she had a part-time job working at Mill's Boutique (the best and
most expensive store in town) and based on her status she was working right
now.  All this time, Jenny kept slowly licking my pussy, nibbling ever so
gently on my pussy lips.  I moaned and said, "Good girl my little teenage
pussy pleaser.  Slide a finger in your mistress's pussy and finger fuck me
as you lick me."  She obeyed and I just leaned back and enjoyed the oral
stimulation.  When I was close, I grabbed her face and pushed it into my
pussy and just held her pretty face in my pussy as I quavered a small, but
intense orgasm.  As I regained my senses, Jenny still between my legs, I
noticed that Karen had responded to my questions.  I pulled Jenny up and
said, "Let's read how your little dream cheerleader responded to my
questions:

This survey is completely confidential and just part of an article I am
writing for a national magazine about cheerleaders in America (Please
answer all questions honestly as it is integral to the validity of this
article and the role cheerleaders play our schools):

Name: Karen Pepper

Grade: 12

Age: 18

Cheerleader Role: Captain

Years as Cheerleader: 4

Do you do hazing among the cheerleaders? Of course.  Like our sports teams,
you must earn your place among us.  We have a hazing week that includes a
variety of tasks like making out with one of the ugliest boys in our
school, going to gym class without any bra or panties, flirting with a
teacher, stealing an item at the mall, and we always finish with having the
new cheerleaders make out with each other.

What is the greatest perk to being a cheerleader? I can't choose only one,
because there so many perks.  I already have a scholarship for next year, I
can have any hot boy I want, I get to wear my outfit any wear I want and I
am treated like royalty by most of my peers and teachers.

Do you think you get breaks from your teachers because you are a
cheerleader? Sure.  All I ever have to do for the male teachers is give my
puppy-dog look or showcase my legs a little extra and I get what I want
usually?actually make that always.  The female teaches are a bit tougher,
but again, very few want to mess with us cheerleaders as we have a
reputation of being quite powerful.

How do you choose your squad? It is based on look, fitness and social
status.  This may sound rude, but if you are not attractive and thin, you
probably should not be a cheerleader. Now on occasion we take on a girl who
is not in great social standing if we think we can train her, but usually
it is not worth the effort as they never really fit in to our social
circle.  I know it is shallow, but it is true.

Some schools are cancelling cheerleading programs because of the rise of
teenage pregnancies, has that been a concern among your squad? God no.  I
am not saying we don't have sex, but we are all on the pill.  As captain I
insist on it, as our past captains have too.

Last question, is there any lesbian activity among your squad? Um?yes.
Between cheerleading camp, nighs in hotels during competitions and
post-game celebrations there is a fair amount of lezbo action.  Plus, as
girls dating incompetent teenage boys, although mine is in college,
sometimes the only way to really get of is by a woman's touch.

Any other comments: Please send me a copy of your final article.  Kisses.

Thanks for participating in this survey,

"Well Jenny, I think it is time to go shopping," I said as I got dressed.
She followed and we headed to the mall.  I could see Jenny getting nervous
as we drove to our first stop?a beauty salon.  We went inside and I had
Jenny get the full treatment.  She had a leg wax, a manicure, a pedicure, a
tanning session, facial and finally she got a new hair-do, followed by
having her make-up done.

When Jenny looked in the mirror, now dressed back in her school girl
outfit, she looked like a confident college girl on the prowl. She smiled,
but said, "How can I ever repay you for this?"

"Don't worry, this will not cost either of us any money," I responded
slyly.

"Really," Jenny asked confused, her pure innocence still so charmingly
adorable.

"Really" I responded.  "Actually I think it is time to pay for your
makeover."  I paused, grabbed her hand and led her to the backroom.  As we
reached the office, I walked in and greeted the owner, my best friend since
college, Krystal, and gave her a hug and a tender kiss.

Krystal, at almost 6 feet, towered over Jenny as we walked over to her and
said, "So, this is your new recruit.  She is very pretty."

Jenny stuttered, "T-t-thanks."  Her hands slightly trembled as she fidgeted
with her newly manicured hands.

Krystal put her hand on Jenny's chin and lifted her face up so they were
looking eye to eye.  "Jenny," she started, "Every girl who works here is a
submissive slave of mine, does that surprise you?"

Jenny looked to be attempting to process this information when Krystal
continued, "For example, your manicure and pedicure were done by Carley and
Jen.  Those two were high school best friends who I met at a club one night
who both ended up pleasing me and another friend of mine in the ladies
room.  Your waxing was done by Kiako, she is a 4th year med student
originally from Japan and easily one of the prettiest girls in the entire
world, although she does not believe it.  She is also the most obedient
little slave I have ever had.  I picked her up in a move theatre for some
arts film I went to one day.  Half way through the film, I simply moved
seats to sit beside her, there were maybe 6 people in the theatre, and I
put my hand on her leg.  When she did not react negatively to my move, I
simply whispered in her ear 'Open your legs honey.'  She did without
hesitation and I simply fingered her to orgasm in the theatre.  She came
quickly and shockingly loudly, so loud the few other people there looked
back to see this Japanese girl cum on my fingers.  I then sucked her juices
from my finger and whispered, 'You are the most beautiful girl I have ever
seen. I want to see you again.  If you do too, here is my card, be at my
salon tomorrow at 6.'  I kissed her, handed her my card and left.  Of
course, she showed up the next day and has now become a great little cunt
pleaser.  The others have stories too my sweet, but you will learn them
over time if you wish.  Now I have a job opening here on weekends is you
wish, as a sales clerk; you would work the till, do final clean-up and so
forth.  Are you interested?"

Jenny's face lit up a touch as she said, "That would be great."

Krystal went and sat on her desk, lifted up her skirt and said, "Are you
ready for your on job training?"

I laughed, Jenny blushed, as she walked over to Krystal.  Jenny moved and
bent awkwardly to Krystal's completely shaved pussy.  Jenny began pleasing
her new boss as I watched.  Part way through I went behind my little vixen
and gently squeezed her ass and slowly slid a finger inside her, but not
enough for her to get off.  Jenny eventually brought Krystal to an orgasm
and I pulled my finger out of her wet pussy.

Krystal said, "Well, I definitely think you are hired," she said as she
stood up.  Can you be here for training next Friday evening?"

"Yes," Jenny responded, her lips shiny with love juice.

"Great," said Krystal.  "Be here at 5.  We will train you till 9 and then
you can come to our usual Friday night social which usually goes quite
late," she paused for emphasis, "If you get my drift."

"Ok," said Jenny, slightly nervous.

Krystal gave a little chuckle as she said, "Alright go see Kirsten again
and get your make-up toughed up.  You look like you just ate pussy."

I laughed and chit chatted with Krystal as Jenny got a quick touch up.  As
I returned to the front, Jenny was just finishing getting redone and I
heard the 40ish Kirsten telling Jenny, "I can't wait to eat that young
pussy of yours Jenny."

I chuckled as I pulled a completely beautiful and red faced Jenny back to
the car.  In the car, I said, "Well Jenny, two pussies in two days, you are
turning into quite a little lesbian slut aren't you?"

Jenny probably would have blushed more if she could, as she responded "I
can't believe I just licked a complete stranger."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes," Jenny responded. "I just wanted to make her happy. I hate every
being a disappointment."

I sighed slightly.  "Oh Jenny, we need to work on your self-esteem.  You
are a beautiful girl, a very smart girl and a very nice girl.  Don't you
know that?  Krystal does not just hire anyone, she saw something in you.
Just like I did."

"Thanks," Jenny responded, although her tone of voice implied she did not
completely believe it.

"We are here," I announced as we arrived at our next stop, Mill's Boutique.
Jenny, I assumed, had no idea who worked here.

"Mill's Boutique?" Jenny questioned as we arrived.  "Isn't this place where
the rich and famous go?"

"I suppose it is.  Come on sweetie, I have a surprise for you."

We got out of the car and walked to the front door.  I paused and said,
"Before we go in I should stress that if we go in, there is probably no
turning back."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you can continue coming over to my place, either way, and you have a
job with Krystal so you can still have lots of opportunity to be
submissive, but if you walk through these doors and I go through with my
plan, you will almost for sure, end up with a reputation in your school as
a lesbian.  Are you ok with that?"

Jenny tried to register what I was saying, "Um, I don't understand."

"Do you know who works at this store?"

"No."

"Karen."

Jenny's face went white.

"If you go in there, I plan to treat you as my lesbian slave in front of
her."

"Oh," Jenny whispered.

"Jenny, I don't want to do anything to you that you are not ready for.  So
if you say no, you will not hurt my feelings or disappoint me.  But if you
say yes, I am almost positive you will be eating Karen's pussy very, very
soon ."

Jenny considered this, really considered it and finally said surprisingly
upbeat, "I trust you mistress.  I will never obey anything you ask of me
and if you think this is a good idea, then I do too."

"Great Jenny," I responded, "Let's go have some fun."

I grabbed her hand and we walked into the Mill's Boutique. Now I should say
that my divorce as well as my job keeps me financially well off, I am not a
millionaire, but I live a very comfortable life, so I could afford the
absurd prices this boutique charged.  The shop itself was not that busy
with only a couple people looking at clothing.  One was a slightly
overweight girl with what I assumed was her mother looking at wedding
dresses; while the other was a clearly trophy wife looking at cocktail
dresses and treating her saleswoman with obvious distain.  I did not see
Karen at first which worried me a bit, as we walked over to the cocktail
dress section of the shop.  As I looked around, we were fortunate to have
Karen come over to assist us.

"Good afternoon maam, "Karen said, dressed in a very classy black skirt,
pantyhose, 3 inch black boots and a white blouse.  "Can I help you with
anything?"

I smiled and said, "Yes, you probably can.  I am going to a special gala
tonight for charity and I need an outfit for myself and my friend here.
The outfits must look sexy , but not slutty."

Karen asked for our sizes and left to grab some outfits.  I looked at Jenny
and asked, "Are you ready to begin Operation Karen?"

Jenny laughed, as this seemed to break the tension, although she said
slightly hurt, "She did jot even notice me."

"Well you do look different.  You went from your conservative unfaltering
attire to a revealing sexy attire. Plus with make-up on, you easily could
pass for 21, which we will try to do tonight," I said teasingly.

"What is tonight?"

"That is for me to know and you to find out," I responded coyly.  At this
moment I saw Karen coming back with a few dresses and said, "Operation
Karen is under way."

Karen arrived to both of us laughing and said, "I choose a few dresses I
think you will like. "  I tried on three different dresses that were all
good, but not what I wanted.  So I said to Karen, "Honey, these are all ok,
but I need something that will have every girl there checking me out."

Karen showed just the slightest bit of shock, but regained her composure
quickly before she said, "I think I have just the thing."

Karen left again and I said to Jenny, "This is going to be easier than I
thought."

"How so?" asked Jenny.

"Just watch.  I do need to know if you want her to be your little slave or
do you want to be hers?"

"I want to be her slave," she said shyly and without hesitation.

"I thought so," I confirmed just as Karen returned.  She handed me a gold
gown that was long enough to hide my thigh high stockings, but with a
generous enough slit to allow glimpses of my stocking tops for anyone
really paying attention.  I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, "This
looks excellent."  I grabbed it and went to the changeroom.  After putting
on the dress I came out and looked in the mirror. I spent a bit of time
analyzing the outfit before saying, "These black stockings do not match
this dress, Jenny can I try your dark colored stockings."

Jenny responded "Sure," and we both took off our stockings.  As Jenny gave
me her stockings, I sat down on a soft bench and demanded "Jenny dear,
please put the stockings on for me."

I gave Jenny back her stockings and I lifted up my leg so Jenny could
slowly slide on the thigh high mocha stocking.  I looked at Karen and saw
that she was watching vey intently.  Jenny switched legs and put on the
second stocking. When she was done, I stood up and looked at myself in the
mirror.  I said, "Yes that is much better. "  I looked at Karen and said,
"Can you see my panties outline with this dress?"

Karen looked closely and said, "Well if you are really looking I suppose it
is slightly noticeable."

I then said to Jenny, "Honey, come and take off my panties for me."

Jenny moved towards me as I lifted up my dress.  Jenny ever so slowly slid
my panties down my legs.  Karen's eyes never looked away from the scene.

"So Karen what do you think?  Do I look good enough to eat?"

Karen finally blushed as she responded, "You look radiant?"

"Thanks, but you never really answered my question."

"Um," she paused.

"Do I," I began as I walked closer.  "Look good enough" I continued now
right in front of her.  "To eat," I finished seductively.  I starred into
her eyes waiting for an answer.

"Um yes, you look good enough to eat," she whimpered.

I leaned into her ear and whispered, "Thanks."  I blew hot air into her ear
and then went back to the mirror.  "This is perfect," I said.  "What do you
have for my little Jenny?"

Karen having regained her senses responded, "Of course.  I think that if
you are going to wear gold, she should probably wear something red."

"Good call," I responded.  "You know your fashion sweetie."

Karen left and I said to Jenny, "I have her horny as hell right now."

Jenny replied, "I know, my pussy got wet just watching you tease her."

"Wait until you see what I am going to get her to do next?" I teased as
Karen returned with a gorgeous red little number.  I grabbed it and said,
"Jenny dear, why don't you go and try this one."

Jenny grabbed it and went to the change room.  I asked Karen, "So I hate to
be blunt, but I must ask, are you a lesbian?"

Karen shook her head no as she said, "No, no.  I have a boyfriend in
college."

"Oh," I said, "That is too bad, you are a very pretty woman and my little
Jenny would love to be able to please you."

Before Karen could respond, Jenny came out looking radiant in a sleeveless
cocktail dress that just reached her knees.  I looked it over and said,
"Well this dress clearly needs black stockings."  I grabbed my stockings
that were neatly folded on a stool and handed them to Karen.  "Would you
please put these on for her?"

Karen grabbed the stockings from my hand without question and somewhat
awkwardly slid them onto my young slave's legs.  When she was done, Jenny ,
showing some new found confidence, posed seductively, in the mirror.  It
was awkward and adorable.  It was at this moment that Karen made a stunning
revelation as she asked Jenny "Wait a minute, I know you. Don't you go to
my school?"

Jenny, slightly embarrassed and nervous responded, "Yes, we have math
together."

Karen continued, "I am failing that class, me and numbers don't really go
well together."  She paused before continuing, "You look really different
all dressed up, I kind of thought of you more as a..."

Karen contemplated the right word choice when I stepped in and said,
"Geek?"

Karen shrugged, "Yeah I guess."

Jenny, surprisingly even me, responded, "Well my mistress decided I needed
a makeover."

"Your mistress?" Karen asked baffled.

"Yes," Jenny responded.

I broke the awkward moment by saying, "Yes Karen.  Jenny is my little
slave.  And do I have a deal for you."

Karen still baffled responded, "You do?"

"My little slave here as a crush on you.  She would love to go into the
change room and eat you and your fellow cheerleader's pussy wouldn't you
Jenny?"

"Very much so," responded Jenny a bit eagerly.

I said, "And Karen, she is new to eating pussy, but she is a fast learner."
I moved right in front of her, "Do you want my slave to please you?"

Karen, finally taking it all and gaining back her usual self-confidence,
said, "Yes, I would love to have this sweet little geek please me."

I said, "I thought you might.  Why don't you go and help her get that dress
off.  Take your time."

Karen took Jenny's hand and led her into the change room.  After a minute,
I heard low soft moans.  I waited another minute and then entered the
change room.  I looked at Karen, with Jenny between her legs, and said,
"Karen have you ever ate pussy?"

"Yes," she responded.

"Good.  Do you want to taste my pussy?"

"Very much so," she responded.

With a bit of awkwardness, I straddled her face and she began licking my
pussy as Jenny ate hers.  Karen had clearly done this many times before, as
she had me getting hot quite quickly.  She also kept moaning into my pussy
as she was pleased by my little minx.  I could tell Jenny had made her cum
as a muffled scream vibrated in my pussy.  She kept licking me until I
demanded, "Finger fuck me too slut."  She obeyed sliding two fingers into
my moist hole.  This was all it took for me to orgasm as I came all over
her fingers and face.  I pulled her up and kissed her hard.  I broke it and
said, "Jenny tell Karen your fantasy."

Jenny shyly said, "I masturbate myself every night fantasizing about you
and your cheerleading friends making me their lesbian slave."

Karen looked at me and then to Jenny and moved up to her and said, "Oh
Jenny, I am going to make that fantasy come true.  You will be a great
little toy to have at next weekends cheerleading retreat."  She paused
before continuing, "We need a trainer for our squad anyways.  Do you want
to be our trainer?"

"Oh yes," jenny said.

Karen moved to Jenny and kissed her passionately. Her finger moved down and
slid into Jenny's tight cunt.  She pumped it in and out as she continued
confidently, "Cum for me slut. "  Jenny moaned as Karen rapidly finger
fucked her new slave.  Jenny let out a soft scream as she came hard on her
dream girl's finger.

I concluded the hot moment by saying, "All right.  I think we got what we
came for.  Karen if you could ring these two dresses up for me that would
be great."

"Of course maam," she said as she straightened herself up and left.

I looked at Jenny and said, "So, how was that?"

"Oh thank you mistress.  That was so amazing."

"Your welcome.  Get dressed honey, we need to get some shoes for these
dresses."

"How can I ever repay you for all this?"

"Oh honey, the pleasure was all mine.  You are a great girl, don't you ever
forget that."

We both got dressed back into our original clothes, although we both kept
on each other's stockings.  I paid for our outfits, gave Karen my card
telling her to give me a call sometime, and we headed back to the car.

The next couple hours were uneventful as we bought the shoes we needed, had
a nice dinner and had great conversation.  I learned that Jenny loved to
read and wanted to be an English teacher.  She liked 80s movies and 80s
music and wished she could be just like Molly Ringwald.

Anyways, after dinner we changed into our cocktail dresses and headed to
our final destination of the night.  Our last stop was the exclusive, Le
Chateau Club, a lesbian only bar that focused on privacy and an upscale
clientele.  We got in and went to a table near the dance floor.

On the dance floor, a few women, all immaculately dressed, were dancing to
some Britney Spears song I could not remember the title for and thought
pretty much sucked.  Jenny seemed to be watching the dance floor and after
a couple minutes the light bulb went on.  Jenny looked at me like a little
girl and said, "Are we at a gay bar?"

I smiled and said, "Yes we are my dear."

"Oh," said Jenny as her gaze returned to the dance floor, where a young
pretty redhead was making out with a much older brunette.  I allowed Jenny
to just watch and become immersed in the sexual culture of the club.  As
the next half hour went by, the club got more full and the dance floor more
soft porn.  Women danced, kissed, and caressed each other.

I finally asked Jenny, "Do you see anyone you like?"

Jenny scanned the room and responded, "Everyone here is beautiful."

"This is where the rich and beautiful come to let loose," I explained.
"See that blonde over there, in the lavender dress."

Jenny looked at the late 40s woman and said, "Yes, she is very attractive,"

"Do you recognize her?"

Jenny looked again and said, "There is something oddly familiar about her,
but I can't place where I have seen her before."

"Ever watch the evening news on CTBV?"

"Oh my God, is that Candace Carter," Jenny said stunned.

"Yes it is, and she is, like you, very submissive. "

"Wow, I can't believe it."

"Oh there is more.  See that thin, long haired brunette at the bar wearing
the dark green skirt and white blouse and green pantyhose?"

Jenny looked over and said "Yes."

"Does she look familiar?"

"Not really," jenny responded trying to place her.

"That is the governor of our state, Daphne Green."

"Oh and she is wearing green, that is funny."

"She always wears green.  She, on the other hand, loves young girls.  It is
only a matter of time before she comes over and tries to hit on you."

Jenny shocked said, "Really?"

"Yep, now this place is very unique.  This club has backrooms, generous
sized washrooms and very comfortable corner tables.  You can just dance,
you can just watch or you can participate; what are you comfortable with?"

Jenny considered this before saying, "I don't know.  This is really
overwhelming."

I pointed to a table at the back and said, "See that?"

Jenny looked and said, "I don't see anything, just a woman at a table by
herself."

"Look closer, look under the table."

"Oh my god, is that a girl under the table eating her out?"

"Yes it is."

"Wow, you would do that in public," Jenny said watching the scene from
afar.

"Oh you would be surprised.  So dear, I just need to know what you are
comfortable with.  I can protect you from the hunters who are going to
attempt to devour you, or I can allow it to happen."

Jenny looked around and finally said, "Well, why don't we just see what
happens."

I smiled and laughed, "Oh Jenny darling, I may have created a monster."

Jenny looked around the club and finally said, "I have to pee."

I pointed to where the bathrooms are and reminded her "Anything goes in
there, so don't be surprised by what you see or by what you may be asked to
do."

"Um ok," she said.

Jenny got up, looked at me one last time, and then headed to the washroom.
I got up after she left and walked over to three ladies at another table
and said, "Hi, you three are all quite attractive.  I am not one for small
talk, I am horny, my slave is in the bathroom having who knows what
happening to her and I need an orgasm.  If one of you would be willing to
come and eat my delicious pussy, come on over to my table, tell me your
name and then get under the table and please me."

I then turned and walked back to my table.  I watched as the three girls
were in an animated conversation and after a couple minutes a short, plump,
dirty blonde, mid twenties girl in a ugly flower sundress came over to me.

She said, "Hi, my name is Zelda."

I said, "Hi Zelda you are here to eat my pussy."

She blushed and said, "Yes."

"Why did you choose to come?"

"I find you very pretty and I was turned on by your aggressiveness."

"I see.  Have you eaten a lot of pussy before?"

"No, I have only been into girls the last couple months."

"Have you eaten out your friends?"

"Debbie, the chubby girl in blue, is my girlfriend so yes many times; while
Ophelia is actually straight and engaged to be married in a couple months."

"I see, well why don't you get to work."

"Yes maam," she responded and crawled under the table.

I asked her to take off my panties, which she did, and then I opened my
legs and she began licking.  Her two friends watched as her friend
disappeared under the table.  After a couple minutes of licking, Jenny
returned to the table and noticed I had a guest.

I said, "It's ok Jenny, take a seat.  How was your bathroom break?"

"Educational," she responded.

I chuckled, "I thought it may be.  What did you see?  You were not gone
long enough to join in any action where you?"

"No," she responded, "I walked in and a couple were fixing their make-up
and I went and found an open stall.  As I sat down, I heard moaning from
the stall to my right and realized there was a peephole for me.  I decided
not to look, but as I went tinkle, I was intoxicated by the moans and the
dirty talk. "

"What was said," I asked.

"Eat my cunt you whore and make me cum you fucking dyke."

I finished going pee and decided I had to know what they looked like.
Curiosity overwhelmed me.  As I peaked, I saw a very big black woman with a
skinny white woman between her legs.  The woman's breasts were larger than
anything I could imagine and I was memorized by them.  Her nipples were
large and hard and I nearly jumped when she said, "Whore, it looks like
some other whore is watching.  Look up and let her see your face with my
pussy juice all over it."

The girl looked up and starred right at the peephole.  Her face was
dripping with juice.  She could not have been older than 20, but the sight
of her face drenched in pussy juice had me hot.  I quickly got up and left.
The black woman called out, "Oh honey, you will be back, no one can resist
my nectar, when you do come back, knock twice and say, 'I am a white whore
who needs black pussy.'  I quickly washed my hands as I heard her scream
'I'm cumming slut.'  A couple girls beside me looked at me, but didn't say
anything as I rushed out of there.

I moaned as I said, "That is Big Rosie.  She pretty much lives in that
stall.  You want to go and please her don't you?"

"I don't know."

"Well that fact that you did not say no, means you do.  Rosie has one of
the most delicious pussies you will ever taste.  Usually, when the place is
really hopping, there will be a line waiting to go into her stall."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever?um?"

"Have I ever been between Rosie's black legs?"

"Yes?"

"Oh a few times.  Although, I, like her, like to be in charge.  So usually,
I am the one being eaten out."

"Oh."

I looked over at the two friends and snapped my fingers for both of them to
come over.  They talked to each other for a bit, clearly discussing whether
they should come over. Debbie clearly won the discussion as they both
walked over to my table.

Before they arrived, I said to Jenny, "The tall one is not a lesbian; want
to see if I can get her between my legs."

"Sure, but why would she do it if she is not a lesbian."

"Oh she is curious. I have watched her watching me and others."

The two arrived and I said, "Hi, I am Megan and this is my young slave
Jenny."

Debbie said, "Hi, I am Debbie and this is my friend Ophelia."

I smiled, "Ophelia the tragic Hamlet character?"

Ophelia sighed, "The one and only."

I continued, "Of course, Ophelia died because of a forbidden love that she
couldn't fulfill."

Ophelia contemplated that and said, "Well, the rejection of her love and
her father's death made her crazy."

"Or," I toyed, "The fact that she could not have the forbidden joy she so
desperately wanted and craved led her to become so obsessed by it that she
went crazy."

"Well that is a reach," Ophelia said.

"I don't think so," I said.  "Just a minute, your friend is getting me
close."  I put both hands on my table and waited for the orgasm.  It took
another minute, but a small, but good, orgasm, slightly shook the table.  I
said, "Zelda, you can come out."

Zelda stood up, my juice all over her lips.  She went to wipe it off and I
said, "No, no.  I have a plan for that."  Zelda stopped.

I looked at Ophelia and said, "Zelda here said you were getting married in
a couple months."

"Yes," Ophelia confirmed.

"Congratulations."

"Thanks," Ophelia said.

"You're welcome.  Now do you want to know what I think?"

"OK," she said hesitantly.

"You are just like the tragic Ophelia."

"How so," she asked curiously.

"You too want some forbidden love."

"Excuse me," she stated.

"I have seen you watching the dance floor, I have seen you watching me and
deep down you wished you could have been Zelda.  You desperately wanted to
be under this table, between my legs, but your conscience prevents you from
allowing you to do be the real you."

"I don't think so, I love my fianc?."

"I am sure you do, but that doesn't mean you don't have lesbian
tendencies," I said.  "Look at your friend; my juice on her lips.  Are you
not curious?"

"Well, I."

I continued, "Don't you want to taste it?"

"Um, I."

Knowing I have her in the palm of my hand, I slide a finger into my wet
pussy and bring it out and extended it just a few inches from her face.
"Taste it," I demanded.

She looked at her friends and then at me and leaned forward and sucked my
finger.  I demanded, "Get under this table and eat my pussy now."

She looked at her friend again, trying to figure out what the hell had just
happened as I said, "Now straight girl."

She paused briefly again, looking around to see if anyone else was
watching, which no one really was, and then she got on her knees and
crawled between my legs.

Zelda said, "No fucking way."

Debbie said, "I can't believe it.  We are so fucking the shit out of her
after this."

I smiled to them and said, "She is clearly submissive ladies and," I began
moaning, "she is very gentle."  I moaned again and said, "Debbie, I know
you want to taste me too, but I think your straight friend here is going to
be down here awhile, so why don't you clean up Zelda's face."

Debbie smiled and said, "That is a great idea," as she moved to Zelda and
kissed her passionately.  Debbie broke the kiss and licked her chin,
cheeks, retrieving any lingering pussy juice and then returned to kissing
her friend.  They kissed like high school kids, furious, passionate, and
clearly intoxicated by each other.

After a while, with Ophelia getting me close I grabbed her head and started
rubbing my pussy up and down all over her face.  A second orgasm and a fair
amount of juice exploded out of me and all over the so-called straight
engaged girl.  To my surprise, she kept licking even after I came.  I
eventually pulled her up and said, "That was very good Ophelia. I may have
just saved your life."

She smiled and said, "I don't know what came over me."

"Oh honey," I smiled, "I do, you have been repressing these desires for
years and when the dam breaks, it breaks big."

Debbie continued, "I can't believe you have been holding out on me.  I am
going to fuck the shit out of you tonight."

Ophelia blushed and said, "Deb, don't be silly, let's just pretend it
didn't happen."

Debbie, with a seriously angry tone said, "Don't you dare. I am going to
fuck you; Zelda is going to fuck you.  Understand."

Ophelia tried to be rational, "But we are best friends."

Debbie said, "And soon we are going to be lovers too."  She then walked
over to her and kissed her.  Ophelia while stiff at first, slowly loosened
up and began kissing back.  Debbie broke the kiss and said, "Zelda, lets go
back to your place.  We are going to need the toys."

"Sounds great," said Zelda.

Ophelia still trying to be rational said, "But I am getting married."

Debbie smiled, "No one said you were not, but that does not mean we can not
have a lot of fun.  Plus you don't want me telling your man that you ate
out some random woman at a bar do you?"

"You wouldn't," said Ophelia aghast.

"No, I wouldn't, unless," she teased.

Ophelia knowing she is defeated and turned on as well said, "Fine, but this
is a one time thing."

"Oh Ophelia, you think that.  But after I have given you pleasure that you
don't even now exists, you will be back begging me to fuck you."

Zelda continued, "After one time, you will be hooked honey. "

Ophelia defeated says nothing as Debbie grabbed her hand and said, "Let's
go baby."  She then looked at me and said, "Thank you."

I gave her a slight nod and called to Ophelia, Ophelia, come here."

Ophelia returned to the table and I handed her my soiled panties, "Here is
a souvenir to remember me by."

Ophelia took them and followed her friends back to their table, where they
grabbed their purses at their table and exited the bar, assumingly for a
night of great pleasure.

I looked at Jenny now and said, "You know what you want to do now don't
you?"

She looked down at the table, but nodded her head.

"Go," I said.

She looked at me with a look of great trepidation.

"You want me to come with you?"

"Please," she said with relief.

I stood up and grabbed her hand.  We went to the bathroom and as expected
there was a woman in the stall on her knees, her black boots clearly
visible.  Another girl, a pretty blonde, probably 21, was in line as well.
I told Jenny, "Go stand in front of the stall. She likes to know girls are
waiting for her, plus the line may get longer."

"But people will know why I am waiting in line."

"Yes they will," I agreed matter of factly.

"Won't they know why I am waiting in line and for who?"

"Yes, anyone who has been here before will assume you are waiting in line
to eat Big Rosie."

"That is so embarrassing."

"Then don't do it."

Jenny considered this for a long time, before she let go of my hand and
stood in line behind the blonde.

I walked up to the blonde and said, "Waiting in line for Rosie?"

"Yes," she said not remotely embarrassed.

"You have done Rosie before?"

"Yes, many times."

At that moment, Rosie screamed "That's it Carter, I'm cumming."  We waited
for the exit of shame.  It was always adorable to see women exit the stall,
face dripping with juice, and see their reaction.  The stall opened and out
came Candace Carter, the TV celebrity.  She looked at us, put her head
down, and exited the bathroom.

The blonde entered the stall and Jenny moved up slightly.

 A couple of older ladies, in their late 40s, came in and saw Jenny in
line.  One of them said, "Hey little thing, you can come eat me out if you
want."

Jenny blushed.

The woman then moved closer and said, "So, you like eating pussy do you?"

Jenny looked at her and said, "Yes."

The woman put her hand on her shoulder and said, "Do you want to eat my
pussy?"

Jenny said, "Maybe, but not now."

The woman shrugged and said, "Your loss slut."  Her friend laughed as they
went to check their make-up.

A small Asian girl entered the bathroom and walked right behind Jenny.  She
was so tiny, not even five feet tall.  Jenny looked at her, and the Asian
instantly put her head down.  A minute later Rosie screamed, "Finger fuck
me you blonde dyke."

A pair of drunk girls, probably in their thirties, walked into the
bathroom.  One jumped on the sink counter and pulled up her skirt and
expertly, especially considering how drunk she was, pulled off her panties
and tossed them to her friend.  The friend pulled out a toy from her purse
and shoved it into her friend's cunt.  As I watched this another young girl
lined up behind Jenny and the Asian girl.  I smiled, that Rosie had it
made.  The stall door opened and the blonde waked out.  She walked up to
Jenny and kissed her hard.  Jenny was shocked, but did not move away.  The
blonde then broke the kiss, winked at me and walked out of the bathroom.

Jenny looked at me tentatively and after I gave a slight nod, she went into
the stall.  As instructed she knocked on the stall door twice and said, "I
am a white whore who needs black pussy."

Rosie said, "Ahhh, I knew you would be back here, come on in my little
peeping slut."  Jenny walked into the stall and closed the door.  I heard
Rosie say, "I love fresh meet. What is your name?"

Jenny answered, "Jenny."

"Well Jenny, why are you here?"

I walked into the stall beside her and listened.

"I want to eat your pussy."

"Why?"

"I don't know.  I saw another girl eat you out earlier and I desperately
wished it would be me."

I stood up on the toilet and said, "Hi Rosie."

Rosie looked up and said, "Well hi there Megan.  Long time no see."

"Indeed."

"You wanna watch this little white slut eat me?"

"That I do."

Rosie looked back at Jenny and said, "Dive in dyke."

Jenny leaned forward and disappeared between the large woman's legs.
Rosie, who always knew how to put on a show, said, "Oh yeah, slut, lick my
wet pussy. "  She grabbed Jenny's head and pushed it into her soaked cunt.
She pulled her back out and said, "So Jenny, how does my cunt taste?"

"Delicious mistress," Jenny responded.

"Mistress?" Rosie chuckled, "I like that." Rosie shoved my young slave's
pretty face back into her cunt.  Rosie moaned, "Oh yeah, lick me, please
your black mistress."  Rosie moaned and then let out a surprise yelp as she
said, "Oh yes, you are a dirty white slut, aren't you.  Yes, keep fingering
my ass, faster whore, faster."  You could tell Jenny was desperately trying
to please Rosie as she licked and fingered the black woman's large ass at
the same time.  Rosie screamed, "Aaaahhhhh, fuck, fuck, oh my God, I'm
cumming."  Her orgasm was crazy intense as she squeezed her legs against my
little slave.  I briefly worried that Jenny would suffocate between Rosie's
legs, but Rosie opened her legs just at that moment.  Jenny, her face
drenched, I mean drenched with cum, stood up and surprised Rosie by moving
up and taking Rosie's large left tit into her mouth.  Rosie moaned, "You
are a good little lezzie Jenny.  Hmmm, yes, bite my nipples." Rosie then
pulled Jenny up and kissed her, this is something I know Rosie seldomly
does.  She then said, "Whore, you are about to get a special gift. Straddle
my face."  Jenny, looked up at me, smiled, and then awkwardly straddled the
large woman.  Rosie then grabbed Jenny's ass, moved it forwards, and buried
her face into Jenny's young nectar.

Jenny moaned instantly and begged, "Yes mistress, eat me."  Rosie kept
licking and after a couple minutes, she slid a finger into Jenny's pussy
and another into Jenny's ass and ravished her two holes.  Jenny screamed
instantly and begged loud enough for the whole world to hear, "Oh yes, fuck
me faster, faster, oh my God, yes!!!"  Jenny collapsed forward onto Rosie's
face and then moved down and kissed Rosie hard.

Rosie, who seldomly smiles, did as she said, "I expect to see you here
again."

Jenny shook her head and said, "I promise that every time I come here I
will wait in line proudly."

Rosie still smiling said, "Good.  Now get out of here, I need to see what
other little lesbos want a piece of Rosie."  I left the stall just in time
to see Jenny exit the stall of shame. She looked at the Asian girl and
said, "Go please her whore."

The Asian girl looked at her stunned, but went forward and closed the door.
Rosie said, "Oh well if it isn't Asian Annie, back for another taste of
black pie."

I looked and noticed there was over a dozen women in the bathroom watching
Jenny.  One woman there was the governor Daphne Green.  She whispered to a
petite purple haired girl (yes it was purple) something and the girl
nodded.  I looked at the line now that still included the brunette that had
arrived just before Jenny went in, but now included three more: a black
woman in her thirties, another blonde in her fifties and a clearly pregnant
girl in her late 20s.  It amazed me, the power Rosie had.  I also knew that
the next time I was here, I would be getting in line.

I looked back at Jenny who was now talking to the purple haired girl.
Jenny walked over to me and said, "Mistress, Governor Daphne Green wants to
take me home.  Is it ok?"

I smiled and said, "Do you want to go?"

"Very much so," she said eagerly.

"Well then I am fine with it.  I will call your mom and say you are staying
the night at my place to babysit, so you can stay the night there if you
wish."

Jenny hugged me and said, "Thank you so much for everything Megan."

I smiled and hugged her back. I then looked at the governor and then kissed
Jenny with tender passion.  The kiss lasted minutes and when I broke it,
Jenny looked at me memorized.

I smiled and said, "Penny for your thoughts honey."

She glowed as she said, "I just realized, I love you Megan."

I smiled and kissed her again and said, "I love you to Jenny. Now go, have
fun."

Jenny left, I winked at our governor who mouthed "Thank you" as she took my
young slave's hand.  The girl in purple did not follow, but instead said,
"Governor Green told me to come and serve you."

I chuckled, "I should have known she would.  Tell you what, go find another
girl to bring home with us and we will leave in a while."

"Yes mistress," she said and began to leave.

"Wait," I said.  She instantly stopped and turned around.  "What is your
name?"

"Brittany," she said with a smile, "Brittany Green."

I coughed, shocked for the first time this day. "Your last name is Green?"

She shrugged and said, "Of course, Daphne is my mother," and then she
turned and left.

In stunned silence, I reflected on the day.  Jenny would be a cheerleader
slut very soon, she would have a great job and a great place to meet other
lesbians and now she was going to serve the governor of our glorious state.
It was quite a day.

Still really horny, I looked at the line for Big Rosie, I shrugged and
walked to the back of the line and waited for my turn.

Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 03

What a weekend.  Jenny had become a perfect little submissive.  Seeing her
glow as she came to grips with who she really is was very rewarding.
Anyhow, many people have asked dying to know what happened after this first
glorious weekend.  Well the best way to tell you about it is to let my
young babysitter slave tell you about it herself.  So if you want to know
about Jenny's journey to popularity, her submission at hands of the head
cheerleader Karen, her seduction of a teacher and falling in love please
read on.

**********

Hi,

My name is Jenny.  Mistress Megan has demanded I retell my past week's
occurrences.  Of course, I will obey.  If you have read the first two parts
of my Mistress' Bedding the Babysitter series (which I highly recommend
reading if you have not) you already know how I came to be a submissive
slave.  If not, let's just say before that eventful and life- altering
weekend, I was a closet lesbian who had no real experience to know for sure
if I was an actual lesbian.

But within just one weekend with my beautiful Mistress, I had a new job,
had my fantasy of being with Karen, the head cheerleader, come true, and
had been to a lesbian club. There I had begun to really experiment with my
sexuality and my obedience.

The following story is the first week of the rest of my life, in which I
have another adventure with my mistress, I attempt to seduce a teacher, I
become an obedient cheerleader's servant and, oddly enough, become a
cheerleader myself...oh, and I fall in love.

**********

SUNDAY FEBRUARY 2ND: A Reflection and Babysitting Again

It actually began on Sunday afternoon, the day after my brief submission to
Karen at her workplace.  I was exhausted from my long night at the La
Chateau Club, a special club that caters to lesbian women, and an evening
pleasing the governor of our state.  I won't get into the details, as
mistress has instructed me to focus on my cheerleader submission. Let's
just say that our governor is one very demanding and kinky lady.

I got a call around 2:30 from Karen Pepper and here, as best as I can
recall is the conversation:

"Hello is Jenny there?" a girl's voiced asked.

"Speaking," I responded, unaware it was Karen.

"This is Karen," she informed me.

"Oh," I said, slightly surprised and instantly out of my comfort zone. It
was one thing to submit to her in front of Mistress Megan, as I was only
obeying my mistress, and felt safe when she was with me, but it was
completely another to actually speak for myself.  Instantly, I became the
shy closet lesbian I had always been, the wallflower no one knew or
noticed, insecure and unsure of myself.  Now don't get me wrong; I had
friends, but they were all just shy geeks like I was.  We lived in our
pond, they lived in theirs.  In reality, they were royalty, we were the
peasants.

"Is that any way to react to someone who is going to make you popular?"
Karen asked, slightly annoyed.

"Popular," I repeated in a haze.

"Yes," She said, "I put a lot of thought into this all last night as I
reflected on how great it was to have you between my legs.  I came up with
a great plan."

"You did?" I asked, unable to put a full complete and intelligent sentence
together.

"Yes, I have decided you will be a PomPom."

This shocked me.  The PomPoms were always freshman or second year
cheerleader wannabes who were pretty much servants for the actual
cheerleaders.  They carried their trays for them at lunch, did their
homework for them, and so forth.  No senior had ever been a PomPom.  It
would be humiliating. A long pause followed as I reflected on this
revelation.

The silence was broken by Karen who said, "You don't want to be a PomPom?"

I collected myself before responding with a stutter, "I-I-I thought only
f-f-freshmen were PomPoms?"

Karen responded, "Well, that is usually the case, and the odd
second-year. But as Head Cheerleader, I really can do whatever I want and,"
she paused her tone changing ever so slightly, "I want you to be a PomPom."

"But what will others think?" I asked, worried for the first time in my
life about my reputation."

"Well the other PomPoms will be furious and will do whatever they have to
do to crush you. My fellow cheerleaders will be slightly confused, but they
won't question me and the rest of the school will finally know who you
are," she said logically, before adding, "Although I imagine the gossip
about you will range from mean to inquiry to sarcastic to who knows what."

Again, I had nothing to say.  I was unsure what Karen had in store for me.
"I don't want the whole school to know I am a..." I started.

"Lesbian?" she asked and then continued, "Dyke?"

"Yes," I whispered, ashamed.

"Well that secret can remain a secret for the most part.  I won't announce
it to the school if that is what you mean.  But I will expect you to be a
good little girl when asked."

"What do you mean?" I asked, just beginning to understand the full reality
of yesterday's submission.

"Well, I plan to use you over and over and over and over again, and my two
co-captains will also be allowed to use your services, understood?"

My face went white with fear as I realized what her plans were; although my
pussy also went wet with excitement at the same time.  Now, while Karen was
a redhead, with green eyes, large breasts and rather compact at 5'2, Ashley
Swanson and Sabrina McCafferty were her perfect counterparts.

Sabrina, strangely quite chunky, for a cheerleader, I thought, with breasts
way too big for any girl; she was about 5'4 and had an odd air of
confidence in herself for a girl who was not particularly attractive.  On
the other hand, Ashley Swanson was almost 6 feet tall, a brunette, with
long, long legs, brown eyes and very small breasts.  She was pretty, but in
a conservative way, if that makes any sense.

I attempted to respond, but nothing came out of my mouth.  Karen, clearly
getting tired of waiting, said, "Jenny, I know you want this, so don't
pretend you don't.  I have one question to ask you; if you say yes, then I
expect you to do as you're told.  If you say no, then I understand and will
not bother you ever again, nor tell anyone about yesterday's fun excursion.
Ready for the question?"

 Anxiety filled me as I realized I did not want to displease her. I
responded nervously, "Yes, I am."

"Good girl," she said like a mother would say to her little daughter when
she did as she was told.  She paused, leaving me hanging over what seemed
like an eternity, "Do you ever want to taste my pussy again?"

My spine had a chill go down it and my pussy got a little wetter just by
the question.  My answer was obvious; of course I wanted to please her
again.  She was my fantasy girl.  Yet, at what cost?  If I said yes,
everything in my life changed; the whole school would know who I was and
keeping my secret a secret would be a lot harder.  That said, if I said no,
I would never be allowed to please Karen again and I would remain the
unpopular nobody I currently was.  As my hand began to rub my clit, I
answered, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Karen asked leadingly.

Knowing that what she wanted was my ultimate submission, I said, "Yes, I
want to eat your pussy again."

"You will obey?"

"Yes, Mistress Karen, I will obey," I responded like a good little slave.
I then pleaded "But please don't humiliate me in public."

"Mistress Karen, I like that.  If you are a good lesbian pussy slave, I
will make sure you are protected, my precious," Karen reassured.

"Thank you, Mistress Karen," I said sincerely.

"I will pick you up at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. I have your PomPom
outfit ready for you," she instructed.

"Understood, Mistress Karen," I obediently answered.

"You are getting my pussy wet," Karen said surprisingly.  She then
continued, "Be sure to wear those sexy stockings you were wearing on
Saturday."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said, but asked, "Won't they be visible with the
PomPom outfit?"

"Yes they will," Karen said causally.

"Oh," I said slightly worried.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Karen asked.

"No, Mistress Karen," I responded, "It's just, I don't want all the school
to think I am a tramp."

Karen let out a soft laugh, getting more excited as she talked, "I will
have the other PomPom girls and cheerleaders wearing the same thing.  That
way you won't stand out.  Plus, I found them to be a turn on.  The entire
cheerleader's squad will be wearing them as well; we are going to start a
new fashion revolution.  Out with the old knee high socks and in with the
thigh highs.  You should feel special my pet, you are going to start a
fashion craze."

"I am?" I asked, confused.

"Yes," she answered, "When others see the cheerleaders and me, the queen of
the school, wearing thigh highs, others will copy us.  You watch."

"OK," I said, believing her, "I will be ready and dressed as you requested,
Mistress Karen."

"Fuck, I love being called that," Karen said, giving a soft moan.

I asked, "Mistress Karen, are you masturbating because of me?"

"Yes," she moaned, "Tell me a story my little lez, get me off."

I considered briefly before saying, "So you are at school, Mistress Karen,
and your pussy is all fired up.  You text me while I am in class, demanding
I go to the bathroom.  I ask to be excused from my class and quickly head
towards the bathroom.  I knock on the door and you say 'get in here, slut'.
I walk in and close the door, being sure to lock it.  You then demand, 'Eat
my pussy, my lez whore' and I get on my knees and dive into your pussy.
You call me all sorts of dirty names as I get you off like a good slave
should."

"Aaaaaaaaaah," Karen screamed into the phone as she had an orgasm from my
dirty talk. Inside I felt a great joy and a spreading of warmth in my pussy
as I knew I had pleased my mistress.

"Did I make you cum, Mistress Karen?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes," she breathed into the phone, still breathing heavily.

"Thank you, Mistress Karen, for allowing me to help you cum. It is an
honour to be responsible for your pleasure," I said honestly, my hand now
rubbing my own clit softly.  "Mistress Karen," I said in a questioning
tone.

"Yes, my slave," she asked, almost recovered from her orgasm.

"Do I have your permission to cum?" I requested.

"Yes my little tramp, cum for your mistress, do it now," she demanded.

I quickly rubbed my clit, faster and faster as I fantasized about all the
things she would make me do.  It took less than a minute and I moaned, "I'm
cumming," and let out an orgasmic moan.

Karen asked, "Did you cum my dyke?"

"Yes Mistress Karen, thank you for letting your lezzie cunt have an
orgasm," I responded blissfully.

"That wasn't much of a scream, a good lesbian would scream so the whole
world knew she was having an orgasm."

"Sorry, Mistress Karen, but my mother is downstairs and I would hate for
them to hear me in such a compromising position.  She thinks I am her
innocent, sweet, pure daughter and not a lesbian cunt slave," I explained.

"Fair enough," Karen said, "But when you cum for me when we are together, I
expect the walls to shake."

"Of course, Mistress Karen," I agreed, "I will do whatever you ask of me."

"You are such a good little lez.  What about Megan?" she asked.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Is she your mistress as well?" she asked,

"Yes Mistress Karen, Mistress Megan is my Head Mistress and I believe if I
understand her completely, your mistress as well," I explained.

"Oh," she said thoughtfully, "Do you think Megan would take me as a slave?"

"Oh yes," I said, thinking I was right.

"Well, when do you plan to see Mistress Megan?"

"She texted me this morning, asking me to come over at five to babysit.  I
don't know if she means babysit or something else," I said, unsure of
Mistress Megan's purpose and Mistress Karen's questioning.

"I see," Karen said, "Please tell Mistress Megan that I would love to see
her again."

"Yes Mistress Karen," I said, "I am sure she will be glad to hear it."

"What is your cell number?" she asked.  I gave her mine and she gave me her
digits back.  I put them in my cell phone instantly under my favourite
five.

"I will see you at eight tomorrow morning my slut," Karen confirmed once
again.

"Yes Mistress Karen, I will be ready," I responded.

"Goodbye Jenny," she said using my name for the first time in a long while.

"Goodbye Mistress Karen," I responded, and she hung up the phone.  I did
the same and reflected about our conversation.  Karen was submissive to
Megan and dominant to me which I thought was strange.  I went to my desk
and actually did some Calculus homework for a while and then began to write
my Pride and Prejudice essay that was due in a couple of weeks.

At ten to five I put on white thigh high stockings, a red sweatshirt, and a
long skirt, as mother was home and would think it odd for me to leave in my
school outfit.  I arrived at Megan's and saw her dressed casually in jeans,
a blouse, open toe heels that showed she had tan stockings on underneath.
She gave me a hug and said, "You didn't know if this was actual babysitting
did you?"

"No," I said slightly disappointed.

"Sorry to disappoint.  I am going out for supper with a couple of friends
of mine and then to a movie.  I should be home around 9:30 or so."

"OK," I said, trying to be my usual bubbly self, although inside I was
greatly devastated.  Trying to get her interest back I said, "Karen called
me, she was hoping to be able to see you again."

"Oh," Megan said, "Well that could be arranged.  Do you have her number?"

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said as I grabbed my cell phone.  I handed her my
cell phone and she hit dial.

"Hi Karen," Megan said, "It is Megan."  There is a pause before she
continued, "So Jenny here says you are interested in seeing me again."
After a brief pause she said, "Good, well I am free on Tuesday evening;
understand if you come over, you are mine for the night."  After a brief
pause Megan gave me a wink, as she said, "And I expect you to treat my
little Jenny well.  Learn to be a good mistress to her.  In return she will
be a perfect slave."  Megan laughed from something Karen said as she then
added, "Yes, she is very obedient.  I will see you on Tuesday at seven PM,
do not be late."

Megan handed me back the phone and said, "Are you free on Tuesday?"

"Oh yes Mistress Megan," I said a little too eagerly.

 "Great, I am going to train Karen how to be a good mistress to you," Megan
said as an explanation.

"Thank you," Mistress Megan I responded gratefully.

Megan came up to me and kissed me on the lips gently.  She then broke the
kiss and said, "I will always look after you, my sweet."  She began to
leave and then said, "Max is in the basement watching Toy Story 3, for the
100th time in a row.  Be sure to put him to bed at eight o'clock.  After he
is asleep, there is a reward in the envelope on the kitchen table."

I looked over to a vanilla coloured envelope on the table.  She smiled and
said sternly, "Do not open it until Max is asleep."

Max ran up the steps at that moment and so I changed my response to "Yes,
Miss Cameron."

Max gave his mother a big hug and then ran to me and said, "Jen play hide
and seek with me."

I bent down and said, "Of course, Max."

Max said, "I get to hide first."

I smiled and started counting, "1-2..."  Max immediately ran away to hide.

Megan smiled and said, "Jenny, you really are the perfect all around
babysitter."

"I aim to please," I said, awkwardly seductive.

"That you do my precious," Megan said as she headed out her front door.

I spent the next couple of hours playing with Max, who is a funny, funny
boy.  We watched Toy Story again, played games, had a snack, cleaned up his
snack mess and I read him three books.  He eventually fell asleep, way
later than he was supposed to, while I eagerly anticipated what was in the
envelope.  As soon as I knew he was asleep, I went to the envelope and
opened it quickly.

It was a letter.  It said, "Dear Jenny.  Go to my computer and log in.
When you do, go to my files, go to the bin called 'my stories' and click on
Bedding the Babysitter.  Read it."

I followed Mistress Megan's instructions and, after a few minutes, I was
face to face with my story.  I went ruby red, I imagine, as I realized she
had documented my submission.  I read the story, learning exactly how I was
seduced.  I was in awe.  I then relived my first time and began to rub
myself. I took my time, just teasing myself.  As I read about Saturday, a
flood of memories washed over me.  Each detail made me smile, made me
cringe, made me want to relive it again and again.  I finished the story
and was surprised to learn that Mistress Megan had lined up to please
Rosie.

I was still rubbing myself when Megan walked into her room.  I was so
immersed in her story that I did not hear her come home.  She said, "I see
you are enjoying your story."

"Very much so," I said.

"Guess what?" she asked as she pulled me up from the chair.

I looked into her eyes and asked, "What Mistress?"

"That story you read," she began teasingly.

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I queried.

She kissed me and then began, "I plan..."

Another kiss as she teased, "To."  Her mouth moved to my right ear as she
whispered, "submit this story," she continued as she moved to my other ear
and finished the sentence, her hot breath on my ear, "to Literotica."

Her lips went to my neck as I said, "Oh my."

"Think very soon" she whispered, her hand sliding to my pussy, "the whole
world will know your story." I moaned as she rubbed my clit.  "Pervs,
dykes, young eighteen year old girls like you."

"Whatever you wish, Mistress Megan," I breathed heavily.

"Good," she said, "As I plan to send it to my online friend Jasmine who
will take the story and make it all erotic and so forth. Have you read any
of her stories on literotica?  She goes under the name silkstockinglover."

I recognized the name as I continued to moan, "The name sounds familiar."

Megan then abruptly quit touching my pussy and moved to the bed.  "You can
read all her stories tonight when you get home. She is one crazy bitch."

I stood there unsure what to do.  I finally asked, "Can I please cum,
Mistress Megan?"

"No," was all she said.

I waited for her to say more but she just stared at me with an unreadable
expression on her face.  It then turned into a slight smirk.  This
frustrated me greatly until I finally asked, "Why, Mistress Megan?"

"All good things come to those who wait," she said philosophically.  Seeing
my confused, frustrated and annoyed expression she added, "You are not
allowed to cum until Tuesday.  If Karen tries to force you, you tell her
you are forbidden."  She paused and then said, "Actually, give me your
phone again."

I handed it to her.

She hit the speed-dial and after a few seconds she said, "Hi Karen, it is
Mistress Megan."  After a couple of seconds she continued, "Neither you nor
Jenny are allowed to have an orgasm until I see you two together Tuesday
evening, is that understood?"  A second later she said, "Goodbye slut," and
handed me back the phone.  She then finished, "Don't worry my sweet, I
won't touch myself until then too."  She walked over kissed me sweetly one
last time and said, "You better get going home.  You have school tomorrow."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, and feeling and depressed, left and returned
home.

I did not look up the stories Mistress mentioned for fear of them getting
me horny.  Instead I did my homework, struggling to start that stupid
English essay.  I didn't get too far before deciding to just go to bed.  It
took forever as I often masturbate myself to sleep and I kept wondering
what Karen had in store for me tomorrow.  I considered so many options, I
fantasized about so many more. Yet what happened the next few days was so
much sexier, so much dirtier and so much crazier than I could even begin to
imagine.

**********

MONDAY FEBRUARY 3RD: Being Noticed

The day started early as I spent way more time than I usually do getting
ready.  I wanted to look presentable for Karen. I had on beige thigh highs
and with my skirt anyone could see what I was wearing.  I was surprised,
the first of many the next week, when Karen appeared in my doorway a few
minutes before eight.  She was wearing her usual cheerleading outfit, the
only girls who were allowed to not wear the school uniform, and dark beige
thigh highs, the lace tops in clear view, were the cheerleaders.  The red
and white school colours were brought more to life with the dark beige
stockings. She said, without any sort of greeting, "Take off the skirt, I
have your new outfit."  She handed me a bag.

I opened the bag and saw the cheerleader's red skirt and the usual tight
white t-shirt, with red arms, that had the word 'Trainee' on the back.  I
went to go to the bathroom to change when Karen demanded, "No put it on
here."

"OK," I said and quickly switched skirts.  I then took off my blouse and
put on the new t-shirt, which was very tight and showcased every curve of
my breasts and hips.  I looked in the mirror and my mouth dropped open.  "I
can't wear this to school," I explained.

Karen said dismissively, "You look good, hot actually."  She then said,
"But let's make this even hotter and put your hair in pigtails."

"Pigtails?" I asked.

"Yep," she said, and in a flash my hair was in pigtails.  As she finished
my make-over she breathed into my ear, "You are going to be one hot little
lez trainee, aren't you?"

A light moan escaped my lips as I responded quietly, "Yes Mistress Karen."

Karen then grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs, where my mom saw my
new appearance.  She gave a long puzzled look before she asked, "What are
you wearing?"

Mistress Karen turned on the charm and explained, "Hi Mrs. Wyatt, I am
Karen; Jenny has decided to try out for the cheerleading squad.

"She has?" my mother questioned with a completely mystified look on her
face.  "My daughter wants to be a cheerleader?"

"Yes Mom," I said, "Is that ok?"

My Mom quickly recovered from this extreme change in her daughter as she
said, "Oh no. no honey, it is fine. It is just a bit of a surprise."

Karen slyly added, "Oh Jenny is full of surprises, aren't you, Jenny?"

My face went red as I feared that Karen would reveal my new submissive
lifestyle to my prudish mother.  Luckily, Karen said, "Nice meeting you,
Mrs. Wyatt, but if we don't leave now we will be late for school."

Karen grabbed my hand and led me out the door as my Mom called out, "Have a
great day honey."

As we reached the car, Karen said, "Your Mom is pretty hot."

I blushed, never really thinking of her in any way other than my mother.
"You think?"

"Yes,' Karen said, "and you look just like her."

A chill went up my spine as I realized she was giving me a compliment on
the sly.  I got in the Karen's car and sat silently as she put the car in
drive.  I waited patiently for Karen to speak, but she kept silent as she
drove.  Oddly, I felt a tingle between my legs and the beginning of
dampness forming.  I silently cursed to myself.

Karen finally broke the silence as she asked, "So my slave, are you ready
for your climb to popularity?"

I looked at her, stared actually at her pure beauty, and said, with an
immense amount of trepidation, "Yes, Mistress Karen."

"You don't sound too convincing, my little pussy pleaser," Karen said with
concern.

"I really don't know what to expect," I began, "Last week my life made
sense.  I went to school, sat with my couple of my friends, and lived a
simple wall flower life."

"Did you like that life?" Karen asked.

"I don't know.  It was the life I knew.  It was who I was.  I accepted long
ago I would never be popular and would just live my high school life as a
ghost.  Seeing everything, but not being allowed to partake," I said
allowing my deepest insecurities to spill out like water when a dam bursts.

Karen gave a sympathetic smile as she said, "You know, being popular isn't
all people think it is.  It turns you into someone you are not.  For
example, everyone looks up to me to lead and somehow my persona has turned
into one that is often bitchy and arrogant.  But?"

I looked at her, she had a tear in her eye, "It's ok," I said, my hand
going on her leg as we stopped at a red light.

She grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze, and said, "People only see what
they want to see."

I laughed and said, "Isn't that the truth."

As the light went green, she let go of my hand and said with a smirk,
"Don't think that means I won't use you as my little submissive."

"I wouldn't even consider it, Mistress Karen," I replied.

Karen smiled, "I just want you between my legs right now," she said
frustrated, knowing we were not allowed to cum.

"I would love nothing more," I flirted back, with just a slight tone of
frustration.  I didn't even know I knew how to flirt.

Karen smiled as we pulled up to the school and into the grade 12 parking
lot, "Well," she began, "Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," I said unsure but willing to begin my new life
and obey my new mistress.

"OK," Karen said, "Let's go, my little dyke."  She then opened the door and
strode out, and I, after letting out one last sigh of resignation, did the
same.

Karen came around to my side of the car and handed me her books and I
carried them, walking three feet behind her as all PomPoms did.  I felt
humiliation burning inside me as I got a plethora of odd looks from the
other grade 12s in the parking lot.  I looked down, trying to avoid eye
contact, as I heard the odd rumbling.

Mike, a basketball player, asked Karen, "Who is the new recruit?"

Karen smiled, "Don't you recognize her? This is Jenny Wyatt.  She is in our
English class."

As Mike looked me up and down like a piece of meat, I tried to show
confidence in my new look and gave him a smile.  "A grade 12 recruit,
nice," he said.

Karen said with an innuendo only I understood, "Yes, she is a real eager
beaver."  I am sure my cheeks went a fire red.  Finally Karen said, "Let's
go, PomPom."  As we began walking she looked back and must have seen my
embarrassment as she, walked over to me and whispered, "Jenny, you are a
PomPom girl now.  Everybody wants to be a cheerleader.  You are now the
envy of most girls here and will become the focus of many boys' late night
all alone stroke sessions."

I looked at her confused, "Stroke sessions?"

"You really are innocent, aren't you," she said with a chuckle, "Stroke
sessions, whacking off, beating the stick, cranking the love pump, fist
fucking."

Finally the light bulb goes clicks and I say shocked, "Boys will masturbate
about me?"

"Girls too, I imagine," she informed me and began walking again.

 I followed behind her.  It was then I saw Sally, my best friend at school,
although not someone I did much with out of school.  She had a perplexed
look on her face as she saw me.  I gave her a 'I know this is weird' look
and then said, "Hi Sally," without stopping.

We entered the school and I followed Karen to her locker.  I held her books
as she gave Sabrina, who was wearing thigh highs as Karen said she would, a
hug.  Sabrina gave me a look, not overly impressed, and then asked, "So
this is your new recruit?"

Karen smiled but said with a 'don't mess with me' tone, "Yes, this is
Jenny; she will be our newest PomPom."

Sabrina shrugged, showing indifference, as she said, "So why the thigh
highs?"

Karen said, "It was time for a change.  Plus they are sexier than knee high
socks, don't you think?."  Karen then did a diva pose which made my cunt
drip a little, and a few boys stopped to stare.  She then asked Sabrina,
"What do you think?"

"Well they are hotter and sluttier," Sabrina agreed.  "Don't you think
Principal Dictator will make us change?"

"No, he loves checking us out," Karen said matter-of-factly.

"Ho."

"Slut."

Their riveting banter had me bored but I pretended to care.  The bell then
rang and I walked Karen to her Biology class before I rushed to my
Chemistry class.  I got a lot of odd looks but I just sat in my regular
seat as if nothing was different.

The rest of the morning was a blur of the surreal.  Teachers gave me
peculiar looks, girls gave me jealous glares and boys gave me horny stares.
The attention was so strange after a lifetime of being a nobody that lived
on the fringes of the school hierarchy.

I liked it---it was exhilarating.

I hated it---it was awkward.

I loved it---it was addictive.

All these feelings overwhelmed me.  It was great to be noticed, yet I
quickly resented being seen as an object.  In History class I noticed
Wilson, a kid who was a poster boy for nerds, gawking at my legs.  I don't
know why I did it, but I looked at him and winked seductively. He blushed
and looked away.  I felt a perverse joy from embarrassing him and from
being stared at.

Lunchtime finally arrived and I quickly and eagerly, like a puppy looking
for his master, went to find Karen.  She was at her locker with Ashley, who
towered over me.  Unlike Sabrina who looked down at me, Ashley was very
nice to me.  She said, "Hi Jenny, you are in my History class right?"

I smiled, happy that she knew who I was, and responded, "Yes."

"What is your essay topic on?" she asked.

"The rights of women in third-world countries," I replied.

"Are you a feminist?" she asked.

Karen laughed and said, 'Trust me; she is not a feminist, although she does
have an appetite for women."  I went red I'm sure as Ashley gave a confused
look.  Karen handed me her lunch and we went to the cafeteria.  I looked
over at my usual outsider table and waved to Sally and my other friend
Eleanor.  They gave an awkward wave back as they attempted to figure out
why I was now a PomPom girl.

During lunch I was asked to get dessert for all three of the captains and
was lambasted by Sabrina when there was no strawberry jello so I got her
cherry instead.  She said, "PomPom, how useless are you?  I asked for
strawberry; is this strawberry?"

"No," I responded explaining, "They were out of strawberry so I got you
cherry."

She looked at Karen, greatly perturbed and said, "Really?  Why her?"

Karen didn't defend me, just responded, "Oh, she has very special talents.
Trust me."  I blushed; worried that she may announce my special talents to
the group.  But she didn't.

The table of cheerleaders talked about the upcoming Valentine's Dance; what
they were wearing and who was taking them.  The conversations were hard to
follow as it seemed ten girls were all talking at once, while myself and
the other four PomPoms, all freshman by the way, listened intently.  As the
bell rang, I walked Karen to her class and then I headed to Advanced
Calculus class, which I suppose really did showcase why I was a geek.  I
love numbers.

I arrived in class and took my usual seat at a table, in-between Sally and
Eleanor.  I had been dreading this all lunch hour, what was I going to say
to the two of them.  I couldn't tell them I was a lesbian and that Karen
was my mistress, and I had never once in my life even given the slightest
notion I wanted to be a cheerleader, and of course no grade 12 just
suddenly, part way through the school year, decided to become a
cheerleader.  So I had to come up with a lie.  I sat down and said, "Hi
girls."

They both said hi back and both seemed too nervous to ask the question they
were assumedly dying to ask.  So I began as I asked, "I guess you are
probably wondering how I ended up being a PomPom?"

Sally, the sarcastic one, responded, "I assumed you lost a bet."

I gave a chuckle and said, "Funny.  No, I went shopping at a store where
Karen Pepper works and before I knew it she asked if I wanted to be a
PomPom. I was so flattered I said yes and then on Sunday I panicked.  What
if she is setting me up to embarrass me? I decided to not do it, but she
showed up at my house this morning and ta-da here I am."

They both looked at me as if I was an alien speaking in some intergalatical
language.  Finally Eleanor asked shyly, "So you want to be a cheerleader?"

Thinking of Karen's advice I responded, "Yes, I do."

"Oh," Eleanor said, almost speechless.

Sally added, "Well it does make you look s...," she paused for a long time
before rewording and finishing "prettier."

I think she wanted to say sexier, which instantly made me wonder if she was
a lesbian.  But that thought quickly faded as Mr. Hermanson began class.
The class ended and I surprised myself and Sally by giving her a squeeze on
the leg and saying, "Later ladies."  I then rushed again to find Karen and
went with her to the one class I had with her, Advanced English.

On the walk there Karen asked, "So, how has your day been, what with living
in the spotlight and all?"

"Great," I responded, which was partly true and partly a lie.  It was great
in that as I enjoyed the looks, mostly, but it wasn't all great as I
balanced my new found popularity with the fact that I was only popular
because I was dressed differently and not because of who I was as a person.

"Good to hear," Karen said and then informed me, "By the way, the first
rumour about you has already hit gossip alley."

"W-w-what?" I stuttered, fearing what she would say next.

"Supposedly, you slept with a couple basketball players in return for the
privilege to be a PomPom."

"No," I said, tears already forming in my eyes.

Karen rubbed my back gently as she explained, "Oh Jenny, get used to it.
How many rumours have you heard about me?"

I thought about it and realized I had heard many from she blew off
quarterback Aiden Smith before every game, to she had slept with the hot
gym teacher Mr. Parker, to she was in rehab this past summer for drug and
alcohol abuse.  "Lots," I answered honestly.

"And trust me; almost none of them are true; we are the celebrities at the
high school.  And rumours are like the tabloids, they feed the masses
information regardless of its truth. People want to live vicariously
through us."

I considered her explanation as I said, "But people will think I am a
slut."

"True, but at least people will know who you are," she said.

At this moment, Troy Sparks, a 6 foot 3 black basketball player, walked
over to us and said, "Hi Karen, Hi Jenny."

I blushed; stunned that Troy Sparks had any clue who I was.  I didn't hear
the next part of the conversation, but they both looked at me waiting for a
response.  "Sorry, what?" I asked like a confused idiot.

Troy asked again, "Are you going to the Valentine's Dance?"

"Oh, no, I don't go to dances," I began, until I saw Karen shaking her head
yes, so I quickly recovered and said with a sly smile on my face "but there
is always a first time for everything."

Troy, all confident, informed me, "Great, so you will be my date?"

A slight gasp escaped my lips as I realized he was asking me to be his date
at a dance.  I wanted to say no but looked at Karen who was shaking her
head yes.  So reluctantly, very reluctantly, I said, "Sounds great."

The warning bell signalling class would begin in a minute rang and Troy
said, "Great, I'll be in contact," and headed to whatever class he had.

I stood there stunned as Karen grabbed my hand and said, "Geez you really
are turning into a whore."

This brought me back to reality and we got to class just as the bell rang.
Now all the other teachers noticed my new look, as they all gave a
questioning glance or two, but none said anything.  But that changed as
soon as I walked into Miss Morgan's advanced English class.  Miss Morgan
gave me her usual bright smile but this time said, "Wow, Jenny you are a
PomPom girl?"

"Yes ma'am," I responded politely.

"That is a real surprise," she said, then added, "Although you look
adorable in your new outfit."  I blushed and my pussy leaked just a smidge
as I got such a compliment from a teacher I had spent many late nights
fantasizing about.  Miss Morgan is a first year teacher and easily one of
the most beautiful women I have ever seen.  She has hypnotic ocean blue
eyes, long straight blonde hair, large breasts that she does not hide with
the tight sweaters she usually wears, and long luscious legs that are
always showed off in pantyhose (although deep down I hoped they were
stockings or thigh highs).  Her smile always made me melt and her voice, so
sweet and innocent, was the icing on an already perfect cupcake.

I got out with a mutter, "Thank you," and sat down in my front row seat.  I
didn't know at first if it was a coincidence or not, but it seemed to me
that Miss Morgan would often take a glimpse of my legs.  By the end of the
class I was convinced I was right as the looks came often enough that it
could no longer be just coincidence.  As she talked about Langston Hughes
and how he was a voice of a minority, I tuned out and wondered if Miss
Morgan was a lesbian.  I had to close my legs tight as to not get too
excited and desperately attempted to listen to her lecture.

Just before the bell was to ring she gave us a brief assignment; Miss
Morgan explained, "We are all a minority in some way.  Some of you come
from a minority racial background, some of you have unique family
situations, and some of you may be insecure about something."  She paused
before finishing, "So your assignment, due tomorrow, is to write a poem, in
the style of Langston Hughes, in other words simplistic in word usage, but
deep in message, about being a minority.  Get personal, get passionate, dig
deep to find how you are a minority in this class, this school, this city,
this country or this world."

Someone asked how long and she said, "This is poetry, the length is
irrelevant, write until the message shines through. You are dismissed."
She sat on top of her desk and watched as we got ready to leave.  She then
said, "Jenny, can you please stay for a minute?"

"Sure, Miss Morgan," I responded, both eager to hear what she had to say
and scared of what she may discover.

As the class dispersed, she said, "I would like you to write about this
whole PomPom situation."

"Excuse me?" I asked confused.

"Well, you are a minority of one.  I don't think any grade 12 has ever been
a PomPom before, have they?"

"I don't think so," I responded.

"Well then, it is done," she said and stood up and went to her desk.

"Thanks Miss Morgan," I said politely and began to leave.  As I was at the
door I looked back, and she was still watching me.  So unlike me, I gave
her a wink and a smile; she instantly put her head down, but I was now
pretty convinced Miss Morgan was a lesbian or at least girl curious.

After I left, I was instantly confronted by Karen who said, "Miss Morgan
was so into you."

I blushed and said, "She did seem to be checking me out."

"Checking you out?  She wanted to have you for supper," Karen announced.

"Well that may be extreme," I said.

 "We may just have to have you seduce her," Karen concluded as we headed
for the gym.  Others quickly joined us, so the conversation would have to
wait.  The next two hours were insane. I had never put a second of thought
into what cheerleaders do.  I had never considered them athletes or
skilled, but after watching one practice, my whole respect for them
changed.

My whole body ached fifteen minutes in and that was just from the
stretching.  Miss Hopkins, the cheerleading coach, was a slave driver and a
complete bitch.  She was a perfectly fit, black woman, in her early
thirties I would guess, who was pretty much Sue from Glee if you have ever
watched it.  She yelled, she criticized, and she humiliated all of us.
Sweat poured off my whole body by the time the workout was done.  The last
hour was cheer after cheer and dance move after dance move.  I learned I
had no memory for the cheers, but I actually caught on to the dances pretty
quickly.  When practice ended, I was pleasantly surprised to get what I
assume passes as a compliment in Miss Hopkins world as she said, "Jenny,
you don't suck as much as I assumed you would."

"Um thanks," I responded, but she had already begun walking away.  I
showered and changed and was then asked by Sabrina to give her a neck
massage, which she criticized the whole time.  I was not massaging hard
enough and then I was massaging too hard.  I could never get it just right
for her.  She finally got up and said to me in a condescending tone, "You
will never be a real cheerleader."  She then walked away.

On the drive home Karen said, "Sabrina will come around.  She is not one to
accept change or any threat to her perceived power. And she sees you as a
threat."

"Why?" I asked, stunned.

"Don't you see?  You are a diamond in the rough."

"What?"

"You are smart, cute, sexy, sweet, and I have taken a liking to you," she
said, her right hand dropping to my leg.  "In other words, she feels like
you may replace her."  She then paused as she moved her hand up my leg and
under my skirt.  "And she should be worried, because she is right; I hate
that bitch."

I gave a soft moan as her finger touched my pussy over my underwear as she
drove.  As she reached my house she said, "So I think we are going to test
a theory tomorrow."

"What theory?" I asked.

"That Miss Morgan is a dyke," she blurted out, her finger tracing my pussy
lips through my underwear.

"How so?" I moaned.

"Wear a pair of heels and throughout class tomorrow, dangle your shoe.  Let
it fall to the floor.  I will watch to see her reactions," she said as she
formulated the plan, her finger still teasing my now extremely damp pussy.

I finally said, "Please stop or I will cum."

"So?" she teased.

"Mistress Megan said we can't."

"She would never know," she whispered her finger putting pressure on my
clit.

"But I could never lie to her," I whimpered.

"Suit yourself," Karen said and withdrew her hand from under my skirt.  I
was disappointed and relieved as I got ready to leave.  "What are you going
to write your poem about?"

"Miss Morgan asked me to write it about how I became a PomPom girl," I
said.

"Fuck off," Karen said shocked.

"Seriously, but I have no idea what to write."

"This is perfect," Karen said enthusiastically.

"How so?" I asked.

"You will write a poem in which you come out to her," Karen said
confidently.

"What?" I said horrified.

" If she is a dyke, this will be a perfect play."

"For what?" I asked freaking out inside.

"For you to fuck her," Karen said casually.

"You want me to fuck Miss Morgan?" I asked.

"Don't you?" she asked back.

I paused for a long time, knowing deep down I would love to pleasure Miss
Morgan, before I answered shyly, "Yes."

Karen responded, "Jenny, you need to stop being so insecure and shy.  You
are a PomPom girl now.  You are in.  Be aggressive, be confident."

"OK," I said rather unconvincingly.

Karen's tone dripped with frustration as she said, "Now tell me what you
want to do to Miss Morgan?"

I responded after a few seconds, "I want to eat her pussy."

"Well, that is a bit better, but be more aggressive," she said.

I contemplated this for a bit before finally releasing my real feelings as
I said, "I want to eat her pussy until she cums all over my slut face and
then I want her to fuck my pussy till I cum like the little dyke I am. I
want to be under her desk licking her cunt as she has a parent interview
with my Mom.  I want her to share me with the entire girl teaching staff in
the school.  I want to be her lez whore."

Karen's mouth dropped a little as she said, "Well, there we go; I knew you
had it in you."

I looked at my watch and said I should get inside.

"OK," Karen said.

I said, "Goodbye, Mistress Karen."

Karen leaned in and kissed me.  The kiss sent electric shocks throughout my
whole body as it was so unexpected and tender.  She parted my lips with her
tongue and we French kissed for a couple of minutes.  She then broke the
kiss and said, "I will pick you up tomorrow at the same time."

"Ok," I said.

The night was uneventful, as I tried not to think of tomorrow; that said,
writing my poem was difficult and frightening, yet when it was done, I felt
relieved; it seemed to wash away any insecurities or doubts I had.  I was a
lesbian and that was not going to change...although I was still not ready
to reveal such news to my mother.  In case you are curious, here is the
poem...

ACCEPTANCE: FINDING MY WAY

Have you ever

	Wondered

		Who

			You

				Are

					?

				I

			Have

		Every

	Single

Day

	Felt

		Shame

			For

				My

					Sexuality

				Hid

			It

		Deep

	Down

Inside

	I

		Was

			A

				Wallflower

					Always

				On

			The

		Outside

	Looking

In

	But...

		That

			All

				Changed

					When

				She

			Found

		Me

	That

Day

	When

		She

			Kissed

				Me

					Gently

				When

			I

		Fell

	To

My

	Knees

		Desperate

			To

				Please

					Her

				Between

			Her

		Stocking

	Covered

Legs

	I

		Accepted

			Who

				I

					Was

				As

			I

		Extended

	My

Tongue

	I

		Had

			A

				Loving

					Mistress

				And

			I

		Would

	Become

The

	Perfect

		Submissive

			Obedient

Lesbian

	Slave...



TUESDAY FEBRUARY 4th: A Power Shift

I woke up excited, knowing that tonight was a special night with Mistress
Megan and that I probably would be able to cum?if I didn't soon I might
just explode.  I wore my PomPom Outfit, red thigh thighs which I thought
were really hot, since we have red as a school colour, and hip as I will
definitely stand out.  As instructed by Mistress Karen, I also wore heels.
The only pair I owned were a lame pair with a tiny one inch heel.  I was
waiting by the door and as soon as Karen pulled up I rushed out of the
house, before Mom could see today's outfit.

The look on Karen's face was indescribable as she saw the red stockings.
She said flattering me, "Wow that is fucking hot.  I have got to get some
of those."  Her hand moved to my leg to touch the silk fabric.

"Thanks," I responded, very happy to please her, "I thought you would like
them."

"Your shoes, on the other hand," she said with disapproval, "Have got to
go."

"It is all I have," I said with a sigh.

"What size are you?"  Karen asked, "A six?"

"Yes," I said back.

"We have the same size," she said, as she started driving and did a u-turn.
"We are going back to my place."

She started driving and asked how the poem went.  I read it to her and she
gasped as it got dirtier as I read it.  "Wow," she said amazed, "That is
hot.  You really are turning into a sex machine, aren't you?"

I shrugged and said, "It seems so."

We arrived at Karen's mansion, I assumed she was rich and now that
assumption became a fact.  She said, "Wait here," and went inside.  She
came out a couple of minutes later with a pair of three inch pumps.  She
handed them to me and said, "Put these on."

I took them and put them on as Karen drove us to school.  As I got out of
the car I realized I had never had three inch heels on before.  I almost
stumbled twice early, but then got the hang of it. As we entered the school
I got even more looks than yesterday.  The red stockings I wore stood out
so much that everyone who saw them seemed to do a double take.  When we
arrived at Karen's locker Sabrina shook her head in disgust and said,
"Jenny, could you look like a bigger slut?"

Karen quickly defended me when she said, "Tomorrow we will all be wearing
red stockings, it is a brilliant idea. Secondly, calling Jenny a slut is a
bit ironic, don't you think?"  Karen glared at Sabrina, who was seething,
but said nothing in response to being called a slut by the head
cheerleader.

Ashley came up behind me and said, "Wow, Jenny, red stockings are a great
idea.  Why didn't any of us think about this?"

I turned around and said, "Thanks.  It was just a spur of the moment thing.
I had a pair and thought, what the heck."

"Well good call," Ashley said as the bell rang.  The rest of the morning
went by as a blur.  A quiz in History, a lot of strange looks, a few boys
drooling; a couple of girls even seemed to be giving me special attention.
While yesterday I was conflicted by this new popularity, it was now
becoming addictive. I was beginning to like the looks, even though I knew
they really were nothing about the real me.  Sally and Eleanor were even
more baffled by my appearance today; based on the expressions on their
faces. They did not know how to react to my new look.

I met Karen at her locker to head into Miss Morgan's Advanced English
class.  As we walked to class, Karen instructed me, "Remember, be
confident.  In your mind every boy here wants to fuck you and every girl
wants to eat you." As we entered class, she added, "Including teachers."

Miss Morgan's expression seemed to change the second she saw me.  I walked
up to her, confident on the outside, an insecure mess on the inside, as I
handed her my poem and said seductively, or at least I was trying for
seductive, "Here is my poem.  I think you will really enjoy it."  I then
turned around and sat at my desk.

Miss Morgan began to read my poem, and her face went redder and redder as
she read each well chosen word.  When she finished, she looked at me and
saw I was staring at her and quickly looked away and put the assignment on
her desk.  As class began I could tell she was trying not to look at me,
but I was in the front row and dead center, I was hard to miss.  As
instructed by Mistress Karen, I dangled my shoe and when she avoided my
legs for too long, I dropped my shoe to the floor. As expected she looked
down.  She taught for a couple of minutes before she gave us time to work
on the questions to the short story we had just read.  Miss Morgan went to
her desk and began marking.  I looked up on a few occasions to see if she
was looking my way, but did not catch her glancing at me at all.  Suddenly,
I realized how foolish I had been.  She was not interested in me; she was
just surprised and maybe concerned by my new appearance. The bell rang and
I went to cheerleading practice with Karen.

Another exhausting practice, but everything seemed easier.  I had the
chants and cheers memorized by the end of the second day and the dance
numbers were getting easier.  Stamina-wise I was still weak, but I seemed
to have a bit more energy than I had the day before.

On the drive home, Karen and I stopped at the mall and bought twenty-five
pairs of red thigh high stockings.  She also bought twenty-five black thigh
high stockings which matched the trim on our cheerleading outfits and
twenty white pairs, as that was all they had, which was our other school
colour.  Just under 400 bucks and one incredibly curious saleslady later,
we were driving back home.  Karen said, "So Miss Morgan is definitely a
dyke?"

I shook my head as I said, "No, I don't think so.  She did not look up at
me the whole time she was at her desk."

"True, by then she knew I was watching her," Karen stated.

"How do you figure?" I asked curiously.

"She saw me smirking at her the couple of times she clearly had checked you
out earlier in the class."

"Really?" I said, unbelieving.

"Really," she replied, "It is only a matter of time."

We arrived at my place and as soon as she stopped, she shut the car off and
took her keys out.  I looked at her with a slightly confused look on her
face.  She smiled, flipped open her phone and pressed a button.  Her free
hand moved to my leg as she waited a few seconds before saying, "Hi, Mom.
I am going to stay for supper at Jenny's house."  A brief pause ensued
before she said, "Yes, the new PomPom girl.  I am going to stay here
tonight and work on the dance routines tonight." After another brief quiet
period, Karen finished, "Yes I'll be home around ten, I have a lot to
practice.  Bye Mom, love you."  She flipped her phone closed and said,
"Well no point driving home if we are going to see Mistress Megan tonight."

"I suppose," I responded nervously.

"What's the matter?" Karen queried. "Afraid I am going to dominate you
right in front of your mother?"

I blushed. "I wasn't until you said that," I said with a concerned look on
my face.

She smiled with a soft laugh, "I'm kidding.  We really will work on your
dance routines, until seven at least."  She then opened her door and got
out.  She went into her trunk, grabbed one package of stockings and then
followed me into my house.

Mom was not home and so we went upstairs to my room. The first thing Karen
did was ask, "Take my stockings off my slave."

I was slightly surprised by this; two days of friendship and no real sexual
demands had relaxed me a bit.  I moved to Karen, who was sitting on the
edge of my bed, and deciding to be a tease, I took off her heels, and then
slid my hands all the way up her left leg, slowly, ever so slowly, as Karen
gave a soft moan.  I reached the top of her beige thigh high stocking and
began to slide it down her leg.  I then gently, with such care, slowly slid
the stocking off.  What could take one second, took me thirty.  When I
looked up, Karen had her eyes closed and a pleasant smile.  I moved to her
right leg and massaged her stocking foot.  She moaned again and I surprised
her by taking her silk stocking-covered foot in my mouth.  I sucked each
toe into my mouth, savouring the salty sweat of her feet.  I then slid my
tongue up the side of her calf and up the back of her leg.  My tongue never
quit touching her leg as it slid up until I reached the elastic top of the
thigh high.

Karen spoke for the first time in a few minutes as she said, "Fuck Jenny,
you have me soaking wet."

"Sorry," I said coyly.

Karen looked at the clock, it was 5:15.  "Fuck, a couple more hours at
least until I can cum," Karen said, sexually frustrated.

I slid off the second stocking with as much care as I did the first.  I
then grabbed the stocking package and opened it.  I took one red thigh high
stocking and slowly put it on my beautiful mistress.  As the top of the
stocking wrapped around her leg, I then moved my head to her white panty
covered pussy.  I stopped just millimetres from her pussy, her sexual aroma
breaking through the sheer underwear. I moved my mouth onto her panties for
just a second and then moved away reaching for the second stocking.

"You are such a tease, slut," Karen said, her breathe a bit heavy.

I smiled, but remained silent as I slid the second red thigh high on her
leg.  I finished and was just moving in for a second tease when I heard the
front door close.  Startled, I jumped up with lightning speed.  Karen sat
there smiling, before standing up.  "Think I could seduce your mother?" she
asked casually.

"What?" I asked incredibly surprised.

"You heard me," she said and then repeated, "Think I can get your mother
between my legs?"

"No way," I said confidently.

"Want to bet?"

"No," I said, worried she may try to seduce her.

Mom knocked on my door; she always respected my privacy, and I said, "Come
in Mom."

Mom entered, dressed in her usual business formal, and said, "Hi
girls. Good to see you again, um..."

"Karen," Karen said, and walked over to my Mom and gave her a kiss on the
cheek and then hugged her.  My Mom blushed but hugged her back awkwardly.
Karen broke the hug and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I invited myself
for supper so your daughter and I can work on our dance routines and then
we have an extra practice at 7."

"No not at all," my mother said and then added, "I was just going to order
pizza, if that is ok with you ladies."

Karen said, the double-entendre dripping in each word, "That sounds
delicious."

Mom missed the flirtatious tone and asked, "What kind do you like Karen?"

"Oh, I like all kinds," Karen said, still trying to flirt, but somewhat
failing.

"OK," my Mom said and added, "I'll get a Hawaiian and a double pepperoni."

"Sounds great," I said, trying to break the awkwardness of the situation.

My Mom left and, as soon as the door closed, Karen announced, "She will be
easy to seduce."

"How do you figure?" I asked, not seeing it at all.

"Trust me, it will be easy," Karen said confidently.  "Let's go practise in
the living room."

"Why?" I asked.

"We need more space and I want to make sure your mommy gets lots of chances
to watch," Karen said.

"She isn't, she won't," I tried to articulate.

Karen smiled and said, "What?  She isn't a dyke, like her daughter?  When
was the last time she had a man here?"

I contemplated this as I said, "Not since Dad died."

Karen instantly changed her tone from aggressive to caring as she said,
"Sorry, I didn't..."

"No it is ok," I said, "It was five years ago.  A car accident."

"Oh, sorry," Karen said, giving me a gentle friendly hug.  She held me for
what seemed like an eternity. I felt so safe and comfortable inside her
arms. My heart began beating faster.  Finally, she let go and said, "I'm
still going to try and seduce your Mom."

I don't know why, but I said, "OK."

"I'm going to have her between my legs soon," she said confidently.

I doubted she was right, but a part of me, the perverted me that I had
never let out until last week, was curious.  "Go for it," I egged her on.

Karen smiled, grabbed my hand and led me downstairs.  We practised a couple
OF dance routines, my mom in and out of the room, until the pizza arrived.
We ate as Mom asked a bunch of typical mother questions to Karen: What do
you want to do when you graduate?  Do you have a job? What do you do for
fun? Etc, etc... When dinner was finished, I grabbed the dishes as Mom and
Karen went to the living room to watch the news.  My Mom always watches the
news.  I put the few dishes in the dishwasher, grabbed a glass of water and
returned to the living room.  I held in a gasp, barely, as Karen was giving
my Mom a foot massage.

Karen smiled at me, massaging my Mom's stocking foot and said, "Mrs. Mom
had a long day, so I asked if she needed a foot massage."

My Mom gave me a slightly awkward smile as she said, "And Karen was so nice
to offer."

I sat down on a chair and watched the news, taking a glimpse at the
couch. Karen switched feet and kept massaging.  Finally after fifteen
minutes, the time now 6:45, Karen said, "Sorry to stop Mrs. Wyatt, but we
got to get going."

My Mom responded as she stood up, "No problem.  I have to go shower
anyway."  She paused as she stretched, her large breasts clearly visible
through her blouse, "and call me Amy."

Karen smiled, "Ok Amy, thanks for supper."  She then kissed my Mom on the
cheek again and gave her another hug, her hand resting half on my Mom's
butt. I shook my head as Karen looked me directly in the eye and winked.
Karen lingered longer than normal hug etiquette dictated before giving my
mother one last kiss on the cheek.

Mom's cheeks were red as I gave my Mom a kiss on the cheek as well and
said, "I'll be home by curfew Mom."

"No problem," My Mom said, "Just give me a call if you are running late."

"OK,' I said and Karen and I headed out.

As soon as the door was closed Karen asked, "So still think your Mom can't
be seduced?"

I no longer was sure of anything, but said, "That was all harmless."

Karen shook her head as she said, "You'll see.  I will have her eating out
of my pussy in a week, two tops."

"I doubt it," I said, although I really no longer had a clue if I did doubt
it.

We got in the car and drove around the block so my mother would think we
had left as we said and parked. We then walked to Mistress Megan's.  We
knocked on the door, at 6:55, five minutes early, dressed in identical
cheerleading outfits.

We waited until Mistress Megan opened the door.  She opened the door,
wearing a black leather skirt, black stockings, black 'fuck me' boots and a
red blouse.  She smiled and said, "Welcome ladies, come on in."

We obediently walked in and followed Megan into her living room.  Megan
poured us each a glass of wine and asked, "So how are things going dear?"
she asked.

"Good," I said.

"Care to expand?" she asked, taking a sip from her wine.

"Well, I have become more popular, that is for sure," I explained and then
added, "And I am beginning to get more comfortable with my new look."

"I see," Megan said before asking, "And Karen, she has been a good girl?"

"Very," Karen answered, "She has been a perfect little slave."

"Neither of you has had an orgasm have you?"

"No," we both said in unison.

Megan gave an odd look before asking, "Karen, you are not lying to me, are
you?"

"No," she said, avoiding eye contact.

Megan walked up to her and said, "I think you are and I don't appreciate
being lied to.  I will only ask one you more time.  Did you have a
forbidden orgasm?"

"Yes," Karen whispered, "I am so sorry Mistress, but Jenny's submission to
me had me so hot that I masturbated myself to sleep last night."

"I see," Megan said and then just looked at Karen for a long time.
Finally, Megan said, in a tone I had never heard escape her lips, "Don't
ever lie to me again."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," Karen said.

Megan then said, "Follow me."  We both did and I found myself in the room
where I lost my virginity.  A warmth in my body and especially my privates
filled me as I reminisced about what happened in this room just a few days
ago.  Had it been less than a week ago?  It seemed so long ago, like a
distant memory, yet it was indeed only a few days ago.

Megan left her room briefly and then came back with a kitchen chair.  She
looked at Karen and said with authority, "Sit."

Karen obeyed and Mistress Megan grabbed her arms and tied them behind the
chair.  She then tied each leg to a leg of the chair.  She then explained,
"Karen, your punishment is to watch while I give our slave great pleasure,
pleasure you would have experienced if you wouldn't have disobeyed me;
pleasure that is beyond what you could ever imagine."  Megan then grabbed a
vibrator, turned it on full and placed it under Karen's bum.  She then said
sternly, "Don't you dare cum."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," Karen said, disappointedly.

Mistress Megan slid off her skirt and then grabbed a strap-on.  "Jenny,"
she said sincerely, her sweet tender voice back, "You are so beautiful."

"Thank you," I responded, flattered.

"Have you ever sucked a cock?"

"No," I said.

Megan looked at Karen and asked, "Have you?"

"Yes, Mistress Megan."

Megan walked over and said, "Show our Jenny, how to suck a cock."  Megan
grabbed a stool and then stood on it, her black cock now directly in
Karen's face.  Karen opened her mouth and leaned forward to suck the cock.
She moved back and forth taking in a couple inches and then trying to take
more.  This continued for a couple of minutes until Megan asked, "Jenny, do
you think you can do that?"

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, eager to try.

Mistress Megan walked over to me and I, without instruction, dropped to my
knees and grabbed the cock with my hand.  I kissed it and then opened my
mouth.  I engulfed the toy in my mouth and, like Karen, moved back and
forth.  With each stroke I attempted to take a little more in my mouth.  I
gagged a couple of times, but eventually got into a decent rhythm.

Megan said, "Good girl," as she pulled me up and kissed me, the stiff cock
poking me just above my damp vagina.  The kiss was tender and
passionate. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth until she finally
said, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Desperately," I responded.

She led me to the bed, assisted me out of my underwear, but kept on my
whole cheerleader's uniform.  She had me on all fours, facing Karen.  Megan
went behind me and said, "See Karen, this could have been you; getting
fucked by your mistress, while your slave licked and sucked your clit. The
double pleasure would have had you in a type of pleasure that you have
never even imagined."

I moaned as Mistress Megan's fake cock slid into my very ready pussy.

Megan put her hands on my hips as she slowly started fucking me with the
seven inch cock.  She asked, "Slave Jenny, how does it feel?"

"Soooo good, Mistress Megan," I moaned honestly.

Megan began to move faster and I began to move back to meet her
thrusts. "That's it my little lez, bounce back on my cock."

I eagerly obeyed, as I moved back faster, taking all seven inches inside
me.  The pleasure felt so good and a couple of days without orgasmic bliss
had me near the brink in only a couple of minutes of fucking.  I pleaded,
"Mistress Megan, can I cum, I am so close."

Megan grabbed my hips, pulled me back, the cock going even deeper than I
thought possible.

I whimpered ecstatically, the cock filling me so completely.  She held me
there and then I felt a finger at my anal entrance.  She whispered, "You
may cum any time you want, as long as you don't move."

I moaned, "Thank you, Mistress Megan," and stopped moving as she slid a
finger inside my anus.  She kept pushing forward and soon she was
finger-fucking my ass.  The quick pace kept me excited and nearing the
brink of bliss, but not over it.  Suddenly as my moaning got louder, she
gave one brutal thrust with the cock, and I screamed in orgasmic surprise
louder than I thought possible as I came instantly.  My body shook like I
was having an epileptic seizure as the most intense orgasm I have ever
experienced charged through my whole body.  I kept repeating, "Yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes," as the sexual explosion continued to pulse, engulfing me,
drowning me.  Megan just held me tight, a finger still in my ass, the cock
still buried to the hilt in my pussy, until my breathing slowed down and
the last remnants of the orgasm were released from my body.  Finally, Megan
let go and I fell forward as her finger and the toy slid out of me.

She then surprised me again, flipping me over and kissing me hard.  This
time the kiss was heated and eager like two lovers before the
apocalypse. Her breasts and mine were squished together as we made out.
Her tongue danced inside my mouth, seemingly searching for something as it
explored every crevice.  The hardcore kissing had the chills roll through
my body like an electric current, and my pussy began to fire up again.  She
then broke the kiss and surprised me, as she buried her head between my
legs. She did something I can't even explain to my clit as she sucked it
into her mouth and rolled it around her lips.  A few seconds of this
intense clitoris pleasure and I was writhing on the bed as a second intense
orgasm quaked inside me.  As my pussy juice flooded out of me, Mistress
Megan kept my clit in her mouth and began pumping two fingers in my pussy.
This intense joy fulfilled me for minutes as a third, fourth and fifth
orgasm exploded out of me.  When I finally collapsed, perspiration dripping
down my forehead, Megan moved away from between my legs and looked at me.
Her face glistened, completely soaked with her slave's love cum.

She pulled me up one last time.  There was a twinkle in her eyes and a
sweet sexy smile on her face as her tongue traced my lips, her lips barely
touching mine.  She teased my lips with her tongue and lips until finally
she leaned in and kissed me gently.  This time our kissing was soft and
gentle as if we had all night to just drown inside each other's mouths.
When she finally broke it, I was disappointed.

Mistress Megan then stood up and took off her cock.  She then slid off her
panties and sat on the edge of the bed.  Megan stared directly at Karen,
who I had forgotten about completely, and spread her legs.  I looked at the
clock, it was 8:12, and I couldn't believe it. Over an hour had flown by
already; it had felt like seconds.  Megan began to rub her clit as she
asked, "Was that hot, Karen?"

"Yes, Mistress Megan," responded Karen, who's face was red and clearly
horny from the toy underneath her and watching my sexual bliss.

"Do you want to eat your mistress's pussy?"

"Very badly, Mistress Megan," she answered.

"What will you do to make you worthy of such a treat?" Megan asked coyly.

"Anything," Karen said desperately.

"Anything?" Megan asked.

Karen then offered, "I will offer you Jenny's Mom as a slave for you."

It was Megan's turn to be surprised as she questioned, "Excuse me?"

"I will seduce Mrs. Wyatt and bring her over to your house as a gift to
you," Karen offered confidently.

Megan looked back at me and said, "What do you think of this?"

I explained, "Karen thinks my Mom is a lez and that she can seduce her.  I
don't think that is possible."

Megan mulled this over for awhile before she said, "An interesting
proposal, Karen my little disobedient slut, a very interesting offer
indeed."

Karen, getting some of her confidence back, added, "I will have that bitch
begging to eat me out within a week."

"Well, what can I say," Megan said, looking at me again, "Your mother is
very hot and it would be handy to not have to play this babysitting charade
every time I want to have you over here."

"Whatever you want," I said, like a good little submissive.

"Done," Megan said, "When you bring Amy Wyatt here, dressed in a
cheerleader's outfit, wearing the same red thigh highs you two dykes are
wearing, then and only then Karen will you be allowed a taste of my nectar
and the pleasures that only your mistress can bring."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," Karen said, "I will have that MILF over here
submitting to you soon."

"Good," Megan said, and then said, "Jenny, come and eat your mistress, I am
fucking dying for an orgasm."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said and quickly jumped off the bed, fell to my
knees and began to pleasure my mistress.  Trying to replicate what Mistress
Megan had done to me, I focused on her clit, taking it into my mouth.  I
put pressure on it as I slid a finger into her gaping hole.  I added a
second finger and began pumping in and out.  As her moans got louder, I
pushed my face hard against her clit and pubic bone and furiously finger-
fucked her.  I felt her hand on the back of my head as she pulled me in
deeper.  Seconds later her legs tightened around my head and a flood of her
cum sprayed onto my face.  Her cum was so intense I felt like I was
drowning in her love juice.  I drank as much of her deliciousness as I
could, not wanting to ever leave her pleasure shrine.

When her orgasm subsided, she lifted me up and kissed me once again.  She
broke the kiss and said, rather humourously, "Fuck, I taste good."

I laughed as I said, "There is no better taste in the world."

As Megan got up and grabbed a robe, she said jokingly, "I should bottle it
up."

"You would make millions," I joked back.

We were both laughing, as Karen sat there still bound.  Megan asked, "So
Jenny, do you think Karen deserves an orgasm?"

"Yes," I said instantly.

Megan smiled, "You are too nice."

I shrugged.

Megan moved to Karen and pulled the toy out from underneath her and,
without warning, slid it inside Karen's pussy.  Megan said, "Cum my slut,"
and Karen instantly screamed and in less than ten seconds had the orgasm
that had been building up inside her the past two hours of teasing.

Megan then said, leaving the toy inside her slave, "Let's go downstairs and
get a drink."

"But what about Karen?" I asked.

"We will untie her in a bit.  Let her stew there for a bit; I am still not
very happy with her disobedience," she said as she grabbed my hand and led
me out of her room.

We spent the next half hour downstairs, talking about everything, including
Miss Morgan. As I re-told the story of the past two days in Miss Morgan's
class, Megan listened intently.  She then asked, "Do you want to seduce
her?"

I thought about it a couple of seconds before realizing I did and answered,
"Yes, I do."

"Well then do it," Megan said, "But remember a seduction of such a person
needs to be well-paced.  She is a teacher, you are a student.  Even if she
wants to, which she probably does, she has to worry about her job."

"I understand."

"So each day should build on the other; each tease going further than the
other; each tease revealing more, yet not so obvious that others know,"
Megan advised me.

"OK," I said.

Megan then said, walking over to her computer, "Let's do some research on
her." I followed her over and waited as Megan logged on.  I was in awe as
in seconds Megan had found all her private information, including her IP
adress.  She then said, "She is online right now.  Let's see what websites
she has been on since Monday and what site she is on right now."  A couple
quick clicks of Megan's mouse and she said, "Well, well, well."

I leaned forward as I asked, "What?"

"Do you really want to know what your teacher looks up in the privacy of
her own home?"

I thought about it briefly; this was clearly a violation of her privacy;
while old me had morals and would have said no, the new me had much looser
morals and clearly would say yes.  "Yes, Mistress Megan," I responded.

"You are a devious little dyke aren't you," Megan teased.

I smiled devilishly, "Isn't that the way you like me Mistress?"

Megan shook her head and said, "That I do, my little slave.  Now come take
a look at this."  I leaned forward and Megan said, "Like you, she is a
regular reader of Literotica.  She reads mostly lesbian stories, although
she also does searches using the words 'domination', 'submission',
'humiliation' and interestingly enough, '18 year old'.  But yesterday and
today she has been searching and reading stories with a new search."

When she didn't continue, I asked, "And what search is that?"

"Teacher submission," Megan responded, "Clearly you have been greatly
turning on your teacher, my little dyke."

My pussy began to heat up again as I realized the power I had been having
on my hot teacher.

"Look at the stories she has been reading today."The Only True
Teacher/Student Story" by Notabutch, "The Pet Teacher"-Couture, "Hot For
Teacher"-watchdawg and "The Laura Effect" by krr1957.  Fuck, my little
dyke, she has been reading non-stop for a couple of hours now."

"Cool," I said.

Megan looked at me and said, "Well the seduction should be easy, my slut.
But remember she has an image to protect, so do it with class."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said.

"Should we go and untie Karen?" Megan asked, standing up from the computer.

"Probably, she must be going fucking crazy by now," I said.

"Good, that should teach her a lesson."

"Agreed," I responded.

I followed Megan up the stairs and back to her bedroom.  Karen was
sweating, clearly near the brink of bliss.  The look on her face pleaded
for help, for permission to cum and I asked, "Mistress Megan, may I help
get your slut off?"

"You think she deserves another orgasm?" she asked me.

"Yes.  I think she learned her lesson, didn't you slut?" I asked, playing a
more dominant role than I had ever played.

Karen surprised me and Megan as she said, "Yes Mistress Jenny and Mistress
Megan, I will never disobey again."

Juice began to escape from my pussy at being called "Mistress" as I waited
for Megan's instructions.

Megan finally said, "Go fuck the bitch."

I quickly went between Karen's bound legs and began licking her clit, not
touching the toy still inside her.  As soon as my mouth made contact, Karen
let out a scream of pleasure and kept moaning as I sucked her clit into my
mouth.  In only a few precious seconds, juice sprayed all over my face as
she had a wickedly powerful orgasm.  I kept my mouth on her clit as she
kept moaning until she begged me to quit.  I then stood up; my face soaked
with Karen's cum and kissed her.  I broke the kiss and said, "How does your
cum taste on my lips?"

"Yummy," she barely was able to say, still recovering from her orgasm.

Megan untied her and said, "You ladies better get home, you have school in
the morning."

"Yes Mistress," we chorused.

Megan kissed us both once and sent us on our way. As we got back to the
car, Karen finally recovered from the evening's events said, "See you
tomorrow, my sexy little slut."

"See you tomorrow, Mistress Karen," I responded.

She walked over to me and kissed me one last time, right in the open,
although it was dark and no one was around. She then said, "Wear the white
thigh highs tomorrow."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, back in our traditional roles, as Karen got
in her car.  I watched her leave and walked home.

Tired past exhaustion, I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.



WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 5th: Almost Caught...Mom is a dyke?

By the third day of my new life, things began to be a bit of a routine, if
such a change can be considered routine. Boys stared at me as I sauntered
by, girls gossiped about me and a power shift in the cheerleader's group
was clearly occurring.  Sabrina continued to treat me like a servant, but
was less harsh on her criticisms of me; interestingly, she was wearing red
stockings and heels, while only Karen and I were the only two wearing the
white ones.  Ashley, on the other hand, was super nice to me and put her
hand on my nylon covered leg on a couple of occasions during lunch.  She
didn't caress or anything, but it lingered there the first time for almost
a minute and the second time for probably five minutes.

Near the end of lunch, Troy came up to our table and asked, "So Jenny, are
you free this weekend to go out for supper and a flick?"

I immediately was petrified, I had never had a date with a boy, nor did I
really want one.

Karen saved me as she said, "Actually, sorry, Troy, she is my date all
weekend; it is the cheerleader's retreat this weekend."

"Oh, well I would love to be a part of that," he flirted, his eyes locked
on mine.

I looked away nervously as Karen said, "I bet you would.  You probably
fantasize one big dyke orgy, don't ya?"

"Well," he said slightly embarrassed.

Karen stood up and walked over to him and said, "Don't worry, we will be
sure to make your fantasy come true."  She quickly rubbed his dick through
his pants and then said, "Let's go, Jenny."

I quickly got to my feet and followed obediently. Karen laughed as we left
the cafeteria, "The funny thing is this weekend will be a lesbian orgy of
sorts and you will be the center of attention."

"I will?" I gasped.

"Oh yes," Karen said, "You are sharing a room with Sabrina, Ashley and
myself.  Your duty will be pussy pleaser."

"Oh," I said terrified.

The bell rang and I headed to class.  Sally and Eleanor were also different
today.  Although not dressed as slutty and as revealing as I was, both had
on long skirts and tights.  I complimented them and they both blushed.  We
talked as if nothing had changed since last week.  We talked about Chuck,
which is the best show on TV, complained about classes and talked about
other generic nothingness.  When class ended, I gave both of them quick
pecks on the cheek before leaving, something I had never did before.

I then headed out to meet with Karen and we quickly made our way to English
class.  As Megan instructed, I decided to take it slow.  I sat at my desk
and simply slid my feet in and out of my heels all class long.  If she
didn't look down for a period of time, I made sure to drop my shoe on the
floor.  Miss Morgan seemed distracted, but only I knew why.  It made my
pussy damp, knowing the power I had.  As class ended, Miss Morgan gave back
our poems. She handed mine last and gave me a slight smile.  I took the
paper and looked at it.  I got an A and the following comment, "A very
vivid poem that builds to a powerful climax." An accidental laugh escaped
my mouth as I read the last two words.  Miss Morgan looked at me, began to
say something, but then didn't.  I said, "See you tomorrow, Miss Morgan,"
and left class.

Practice number three was another exhausting workout, but again I felt less
tired than I had the day before.  Karen drove me home again and then
invited herself in.  My Mom was in the kitchen making supper and Karen
walked up and gave my Mom a kiss on both cheeks.  Karen then said,
"Mrs. Wyatt you look amazing today."

My Mom blushed and said, "Thank you Karen."

Karen and I practiced cheers for an hour, with Mom coming in and out the
whole time.  After supper, Karen and I went upstairs so I could help her
with her math.  As soon as I closed the door, Karen said, "You had to
notice that your mother was checking me out during our workout, right?"

I did indeed notice, but said, "Not really."

Karen walked up to me and said, "You are a horrible liar."

I blushed and then said defeated, "Fine, it seems she was indeed checking
you out."

"I will have her between my legs soon," she purred.  When I said nothing,
she added, "Speaking of things between my legs."

I blushed, understanding completely what she was implying, and said
nervously, "But Mom is right down stairs."

"So?" she asked.

"I don't have a lock on my door," I pleaded.

"So?" she asked again.

"She could walk in at any moment," I said a little more frantic.

"So?" she repeated, as she lifted up her skirt, showing me her naked beaver
as sat on the edge of my bed.  She smiled at me and using one finger
beckoned me in. I didn't move instantly and she then said in a firm voice,
"Now slut."

Reluctantly, petrified that my Mom would walk in or hear Karen, I moved to
my Mistress and knelt before her.  Karen smiled and said, "I have looked
forward to this all day; get me off my little lez."

I leaned forward and began licking Karen.  I slid my tongue up and down her
cunt lips, and then every few seconds I would put pressure on Karen's clit
with my tongue. Each time I put pressure on Karen's clit, she shook just a
bit.  I did this continual teasing pleasure for a while, trying to get her
off with a building of pleasure, hoping she wouldn't scream and alarm my
mother.  I savoured Karen's delicious pussy, her wetness drenching my face,
as I continued to lick and lick.

Karen, who seemed to be getting close, demanded, "Finger me slut."

Obeying, I slid a finger inside her ocean of pleasure.  It slid in so
easily that I slid a second in as well.  I began moving my two fingers in
and out, completely focused on giving pleasure, I completely forgot about
my mother downstairs.  Feeling her legs tense slightly, I hooked my two
fingers inside, her putting as much pressure on her g-spot as I could.
Karen instantly let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead as her juices
gushed out of her pussy and sprayed my face.  I had never had so much pussy
juice on my face as she continued to quake through her orgasm.

I heard footsteps coming and quickly stood up, and Karen, thankfully,
quickly got up too, just as my Mom opened the door.  My mom looked at us
frantically, worried, "Are you girls ok?"

Karen, her face ruby red, clearly recovering from orgasmic bliss, said, "Oh
sorry Mrs. Wyatt, I just stubbed my toe and it really hurt."

My Mom somehow did not seem to notice my face shining with Karen's cum. As
she said, "Oh thank God, I thought something dreadful had happened.  Are
you OK?"

Karen sat on the bed and said, "Mrs. Wyatt, could you come and look at my
toe. It really hurts."

"Oh, sure honey," my mother said, as I watched horrified.

Karen lifted up her foot, so my mother could look at it, and I could see
Karen's still wet and leaking cunt from where I was standing.  There was no
way my mother would not see it.

My Mom grabbed her foot and looked at the toe through the stocking.  My
mother said, "Well it doesn't," she then stopped abruptly as she clearly
saw Karen's shaved pussy.  Mom's face went red, but she seemed to recover
pretty quickly as she looked up to Karen, who was smiling like an innocent
choir girl, "it doesn't look like you did any serious damage."

Karen asked sweetly, "Could you massage it, it really hurts."

"Sure," my Mom said, as she gently rubbed Karen's foot.  Karen's cunt was
completely uncovered and in plain sight for my mother, at the angle she was
sitting, and I was surprised at how many times my mother would take a quick
glimpse of my young 18 year old Mistress' pussy.

This went on for a couple of minutes, until Karen said, "Thanks Mrs. Wyatt,
you really know how to make someone feel better."

My Mom let go of Karen's foot and took one last look at the delicious wet
pussy before Karen's skirt covered the prize.  The peepshow now complete,
my mother seemed to regain her composure and said, "Well, um, I will be
downstairs if you ladies need anything."

Karen grabbed my mother's hand as she was about to leave and said, "Thank
you so much."  Karen kissed her on each cheek, lingering a couple of
seconds before moving away.

My mother said, slightly flushed, "No problem."  She then left the room.

Karen looked right at me and said, "Still think she isn't a dyke?"

"Well, she did take a few peeks, but who wouldn't?"

"A straight woman," Karen answered.

"Haha," I laughed.

"Very soon Jenny," Karen predicted, "Very soon your mother will be my
little MILF slut."

I didn't say anything.

Karen added, "Are you ok with that?"

I shrugged, really not sure how I felt about this odd plot twist, "I don't
know.  It turns me on, yet..."

"Yet what?" Karen asked.

"Yet, she is my mother," I said.

"I'm not asking you to fuck her," Karen said, her eyes going big as she
said, "Unless you want to."

"No," I said.

 "You do, don't you; you want to fuck your own mother?"

"No," I said adamantly.

Karen smiled, "I think you do."  She then kissed me and said, "Fuck I taste
good."

"Delicious," I teased back.

Karen then said, "No orgasms for you until the cheerleader getaway."

"Oh," I said crestfallen.

"None," Karen said with a more authoritarian tone.

"Understood," I said disappointedly.

"It's only two days," Karen said, "You're not such a big sex maniac you
can't wait two days, are you?"

When she put it that way, I chuckled to myself, had I become such a sex
maniac?  The answer, of course, was yes.  "I will obey, Mistress Karen," I
said.

"Good," Karen said, "I got to get going, see you tomorrow my dyke."

"Bye, Mistress Karen," I said and walked her out.

The rest of the evening I worked on my essay and did everything I could to
avoid thinking about sex.  Of course the picture of my mother submissively
pleasing Karen would not leave my brain.  I went to bed, my pussy begging
to be pleased.  Not surprisingly, I had a restless night.



THURSDAY FEBRUARY 6th: An aggressive approach to Miss Morgan

Normality had settled into my new life.  I dressed in my usual outfit,
today with black thigh highs, Karen picked me up, we got to school, people
checked me out and my pussy was constantly on fire.  As Karen predicted,
thigh high stockings had become the new rave.  At least fifty girls were
wearing thigh high stockings on Thursday. I smiled as I realized I was
either to blame or to be given credit for such a sexy trend.

The day was normal, well my new normal, until after lunch.  Sally and
Eleanor were in class and both were wearing thigh high stockings.  Seeing
the two shyest girls dressed so provocatively was both baffling and a
turn-on.  I complimented them on their outfits and they both blushed like
the two school-girl virgins they were.  Near the end of class I said,
"Sally you are very pretty and have gorgeous long hair.  Yet, you wear it
in a very unattractive bun every day.  Let it down tomorrow."

Sally said, "You think so?"

I purred, flirting with her just a tad, "I know so."

Sally blushed as I looked at Eleanor and said, "And you Eleanor.  You are
pretty too.  You need to wear make-up, especially lipstick to showcase your
luscious lips."

She said embarrassed by the compliment, "My Mom won't let me wear any."

I said, "Tell you what.  Be here by 8:30 tomorrow and I will give you a
makeover."

"OK," Eleanor said with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

The bell rang as I said, "See you tomorrow, hotties."

I left and headed to meet Karen.  Karen grabbed my arm and said, "Today I
plan to have some fun."

I gave her a sceptical and nervous look as I asked, "How so?"

"When I ask to go the bathroom," she explained, "You will wait a minute and
ask to go as well."

My face went white as I realized what she had in mind.

Karen and I reached the classroom before I could really respond, but Karen
added, "Do not disobey, slut."

Luckily for me at first, Miss Morgan gave a lecture and Karen is way too
nice to interrupt a teacher when she is teaching.  I was just starting to
relax when with twenty minutes left, she assigned us some time to write a
reflection.  The topic was simplistic, 'What key moment in time has defined
who you are.'  I gave a slight smirk as I already knew what Karen was going
to make me write and what I wanted to write as well.

As soon as Miss Morgan sat at her desk, Karen asked permission to go the
washroom.

After getting approval, Karen left and I waited, my body a mix of turmoil.
Both excited to please Karen and scared with the fear of being caught.  I
waited the full minute before asking to go the washroom as well. Miss
Morgan gave a brief look of curiosity, maybe tying the two together, but I
doubt it, before excusing me to go as well. As soon as I left the room, I
quickly went to the nearby bathroom.  A stall was open and I followed Karen
in.  She did not say a word, as she lifted up her skirt and I simply
followed the implied expectation.  I licked her pussy, in this awkward
position for a couple minutes, long enough to have a shine on my lips and
mouth. Karen then said, "Better get back to class.  And don't you daer wipe
off your mistress's juice."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said as Karen simply composed herself and left me
in the washroom. I looked in the mirror, it wasn't too obvious I thought
and began to leave just as two other girls entered the bathroom.

 I returned to class and sat to work on my project. When I looked up a few
minutes later, Miss Morgan was looking at me.  I smiled and then went back
to work. As I worked, Karen walked over and whispered in my ear, "Make sure
you get close enough for Miss Morgan to smell your juices."

I sighed as Karen returned to her desk.  The bell was about to ring and I
pondered how to achieve this demand.  I waited for the bell to ring and
then put my hand up.

Miss Morgan looked at me and asked, "What is it Jenny?"

"Oh, I just would like you to ask you about my essay."

"What about it?" Miss Morgan asked as she stood up and began to come to my
desk.

I grabbed my essay rough copy, the two paragraphs I had finished so far and
said, "Can you read this and give me your opinion?"

"Sure," she said, grabbing a chair and sitting right beside me. She took
the paper and read it silently for a couple of minutes.  I waited
patiently, the distinct smell of Karen's cunt lingering on my face.  I
don't know if she knew what the smell was, but she did notice it as she
gave a peculiar look just as she finished. She laid the paper on my desk;
her nostrils just inches away from my sin.

"So?" I asked innocently, making sure my knee now rested against hers.

"Well it is pretty good.  Yet, you don't have a topic sentence in your
second paragraph and you need quotes from the book to make your point."

"OK," I said, leaning in a bit closer, "That is really helpful."  I didn't
move, nor did she for a few brief seconds before she seemed to come to her
senses and stood up abruptly.

"You should probably get to cheerleading practice," she said, "I hear Miss
Hopkins is a bit of a Nazi when it comes to punctuality."

I grabbed my stuff and said, "That she is."  I then surprised Miss Morgan
by giving her a hug and added, "Thanks for your help. If there is anything
I can do to repay you, just ask."

I got to practice just in time and barely survived Miss Hopkins' marathon
workout.  When practice was done, Karen dropped me off and said, "I expect
a good story to share with Miss Morgan tomorrow."

"Should I use your name?" I asked cautiously.

Karen just shrugged, "You decide."

She then said goodbye and drove away to go to work.  It was then that I
realized I was supposed to start a new job tomorrow.  I panicked and went
to Megan's house.  She answered the door and welcomed me in.

I said worriedly, "I just realized that I am supposed to start work
tomorrow with Krystal, but I have this cheerleader's retreat to go to."

Megan smiled and said, "No worries, I will give Krystal a call for you."

"Thanks," I said, a burden instantly leaving my shoulders.  Max ran up,
hugged my leg and said, "Jenny here to play."

I shrugged, looked at Megan who shrugged back, and I said, "Sure, I have a
few minutes." A few minutes turned into an hour, before I saw the clock and
realized I had to go home.

As I said goodbye, Megan handed me a piece of paper.  I took it as she
explained, "It is her code name on the lesbian chatroom she often is on."

I gave her a perplexed look.

"For Miss Morgan," she said.

I looked at it and said, "Thanks," although I was unsure I would use it.

I got home and Mom was in the kitchen making supper and asked concerned,
"Where's Karen?"

I answered, "She had to go to work."

"Oh," my mother said, clearly disappointed, but quickly rebounded trying to
hide her disappointment from me.

We had supper and Mom asked questions about school, cheerleading and Karen.
She made sure to ask vague questions, but it really felt like when a friend
is trying to find out if a boy likes her.  It was adorable and yet a little
creepy. There was no doubt about it; my mother had a crush on my teenage
mistress.

After supper, I watched the Big Bang Theory and then went upstairs and
wrote my new assignment.  Below is the brief essay I wrote for class.

THE LICK OF LUXURY

In everyone's life, there are key moments that define who you are.  For
some they may not even realize they are important at the time.  For
example, the day you meet the boy you are going to marry may be rather
unremarkable at the time, it is only on reflection you realize how
important that day was.  Other times, the moment is instantly recognizable,
like when you score the winning goal in a championship game, when you get
your first kiss or when you graduate high school. For me though, my key
moment is a mixture of both, for finding myself, the real me, not the one
others had seen for the past 18 years, was only found through the help of
one woman. I found myself, when my Mistress found me.

Now I should note first, deep down I am a good person. I am compassionate,
I am academically strong and I am somewhat funny (although that could be
debatable).  I love animals and I hope to change the world someday. I am
easily emotional, as I cry when I see commercials for third world country
children, I cry at lame commercials that pull at your heart strings and I
often cry when I think about my deceased father.  I guess the point of all
this is, I thought I was a normal, emotionally drained, psychological
stressed teenager, and maybe I still am.  But my one secret, a secret I
held close to my heart, was that deep down I knew I was a lesbian.  This
secret shamed me, but I held it inside, not allowing anyone in.  At night I
fantasized about other classmates, about being their submissive pleasure
toy and it was these fantasies that kept me sane.  I read lesbian love
stories online to deal with my unhealthy obsession and my sinful lust. Then
I met my Mistress.

Now I should note I had already known my Mistress for awhile as I babysit
for her regularly.  She is a single mother and one of the most beautiful
women I have ever met.  She seduced me online (a long story and if you
really want to know read Bedding the Babysitter parts one and two on
www.literotica.com)and in one perfect evening my shame was washed away and
I eagerly and thankfully accepted my role as a submissive lesbian.  In my
life everything is so stressful, but when I am pleasing my mistresses (I
have two now) all my stress is gone.  Sure I still have insecurities but I
have learned to accept my sexuality and my need to please.

In conclusion, I have come to full terms with the fact that I am a lesbian.
I am submissive and get turned on when I am called names or made to do
naughty, inappropriate and clearly socially unacceptable things.  I have
also accepted that I need this degrading, this sexual humiliation to get
the pleasure I need and to release the stress that used to dominate my
life.  Lastly, my mistresses have turned me into a confident sexual being
and from this my true personality has been able to shine bright. I proudly
wear stockings every day, I proudly submit to the every whim of my
mistresses and I proudly accept that I am a submissive lesbian who is eager
to please. I eagerly lick and lap in the luxury of other's pleasure.

I finished my second draft and wondered if this was way too direct. What
would Miss Morgan think?  Then I remembered I had Miss Morgan's secret code
name. I went and searched her name, Wanda87.  She was online and her
profile, with no picture, was as follows:

I am a 23 year old English teacher who is looking for someone special.  I
have only recently realized my sexuality and am looking to explore my new
lesbian lifestyle.

I am still in the closet to my old fashioned family, but would be willing
to come out if I met the right person.

Other interests include reading, travel, movies and chatting.

I finished reading her profile and wondered what Wanda87 stood for.  I
created a new username "Subinstockings" and a relatively true profile:

I just had my first sexual experience with a woman recently and learned
that I am very, very submissive.  I like to serve and please and will never
disobey. I also love to wear stockings at all times.

I clicked on her name and opened a chat session with her:

Subinstockings: Hi, I liked your profile.

I waited a couple of minutes until she responded.

Wanda87: Hi.  Your profile is rather interesting as well.

Subinstockings: It is all true.

Wanda87: I was intrigued by your name.

Subinstockings: I am a girl who is very, VERY, submissive.

Wanda87: Oh.

Subinstockings: Sorry, does that disgust you?

Wanda87: Oh no. It's just...

Subinstockings: Just what?

Wanda87: I have been having fantasies about dominating one of my students.

Subinstockings: Oh...you are a teacher?

Wanda87: Yes, so such a fantasy is wrong.

Subinstockings: Not if she is eighteen.

Wanda87: She is, but she is a student.

Subinstockings: Do you think she is a lesbian?

Wanda87: A recent writing implies as much.

Subinstockings: I see.

Wanda87: Plus how does one say to a student, 'I want to take you home and
use you as my personal sex slave'?

 Subinstockings: Well, saying it would be one way. ?

Wanda87: I am way too shy and my job is too important.  What if I am wrong?

Subinstockings: True. As a student myself, I would love to submit to my
teacher.

Wanda87: You would?

Subinstockings: Oh yes.  If you were my teacher, I would obey your every
command.

Wanda87: Really?!?

Subinstockings: Really.  If I was there I would lick your pussy until you
came all over my pretty face.  Will you be my online mistress?

Wanda87: Um...how would that work?

Subinstockings: You tell me to do something and I obey.

Wanda87: Ok...what are you wearing right now?

Subinstockings: Just thigh high stockings and my jammies.

Wanda87: I see. Tell me one of your fantasies.

Subinstockings: I fantasize about being taken by a group of cheerleaders
and made to be their personal sex toy for a whole weekend.

Wanda87: Wow that is hot.

Subinstockings: Thank you Mistress Wanda.

Wanda87: Mistress Wanda I like that.

Subinstockings: Is there anything I can do for you mistress.

Wanda87: Tell me what you would do if you were here at my house?

Subinstockings: Anything you asked?

Wanda87: Anything?

Subinstockings: Yes anything.

Wanda87: I am new at this.  Can you give me an example?

Subinstockings: Yes, Mistress Wanda.

Subinstockings: I would crawl to you on request.  I would then go between
your legs and lick your pussy until you sprayed your love juices all over
me.  You would then put a strap-on on your sexy waist and fuck me like the
lez slut I am.  First you would pound me in my shaved ripe pussy and then
later you would hammer my tight firm ass. I would only orgasm when given
permission.  When you were done dominating me, I would then continue to
please you as you saw fit.

Wanda87: OMG, you got me so wet.

Subinstockings: Will you cum for me Mistress Wanda?

Wanda87: Yes.

Subinstockings: Rub yourself for me Mistress Wanda.  Imagine me between
your legs, your clit in my mouth.

Wanda87: Hmmm...

Subinstockings: My finger sliding inside you Mistress Wanda.  Your student
and slave finger fucking you.

Wanda87: Hmmm, yes....I'm close...

Subinstockings: My finger finding your g-spot and rubbing it as you explode
all over your student's eager tongue.

Wanda87: I'm cumming...

Subinstockings: Did I please you Mistress Wanda?

Wanda87: Yes, very much so.

Subinstockings: That makes me very happy Mistress Wanda.

Wanda87: That was amazing.  I wish you were really here.

Subinstockings: Maybe someday Mistress Wanda.

Wanda87: What city are you in?

Subinstockings: Boston.

There is a long gap of time, I wonder if Miss Morgan has figured out it is
me.

Wanda87: That is too strange.  I live in Boston too.

Subinstockings: Well, maybe we can meet face to face and pussy to pussy
sometime.

Wanda87: I would like that.

Subinstockings: By the way, if you want to seduce that student of yours.
Compliment her.  Touch her gently, but not inappropriately.  If she is
interested, she will respond.

Wanda87: Good idea.  I don't know if I can do it.  But I will definitely
think about it.

Subinstockings: Do.  If she is anything like me, she will get wet from your
advances.

Wanda87: I don't know.

Subinstockings: Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Wanda87: True.  Well, I should get to bed; that orgasm has me exhausted and
I have to teach tomorrow.

Subinstockings: I should get to bed too.  I have school tomorrow as well.

Wanda87: How old are you?

Subinstockings: 18.  You, Mistress Wanda?

Wanda87: 23

Subinstockings: Have a good night Mistress Wanda.

Wanda87: You too my slave.

Subinstockings: Talk to you soon.

Wanda87: I hope so.

I logged out and went to bed with a big smile on my face, Miss Morgan
wanted me.



FRIDAY FEBRUARY 7th: Cheerleader's Retreat and love?

The last day of the week was the most eventful.  I wore a pair of green
thigh highs.  They did not remotely match my red and white outfit, but that
was the point.  Even Karen was surprised with my look.  As we drove to
school I told her about my night and read her my paper.  Karen just shook
her head and said, "You really are a complete lez slut."

"I know," I said, not the least bit ashamed.

Karen said, "Finger yourself, but don't cum."

I obeyed, moving my skirt up so Karen could watch.  I slid a finger in and
out slowly as Karen said, "So next week we will both complete seductions.
You will be between Miss Morgan's legs and your mother will be between
mine."

We arrived at school as my horniness simmered.  Karen said, "Rub your pussy
juice all over your mouth."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said and coated my lips with my own cum.

Karen and I then went into school.  Both Ashley ands Sabrina seemed to
notice my unique lip sauce, but did not say anything.

I met with both Eleanor and Sally and helped each one with their
transformation. I don't know if I did a really good job, or if I was just
so horny from a lack of an orgasm, but they each looked good enough to eat.
Both girls looked radiant in their new look and my pussy got a small tingle
of pleasure from seeing their transformation.  I complimented them both and
learned they both now had dates to next week's dance.  I was so happy for
them.

The day flew by and I met Karen before English class and she demanded, "Go
to the bathroom and finger yourself until you are soaking wet.  Then take
off your panties and generously coat your lips with your wetness."

I whispered, "Yes, Mistress Karen," and headed to the bathroom.  I did as
instructed and took off my underwear and put it in my purse.  I fingered
myself to a feverish tease and then stopped.  I took my finger and coated
my red lips with my own juice.

I then made myself as presentable as possible and then arrived in class a
couple of minutes late.  Miss Morgan gave me a look but didn't say anything
as I walked up to her, my sweet scent lingering as I handed her my paper.
"Sorry Miss Morgan, I had to finish a task before getting to class."

Miss Morgan smiled, showing no reaction to my shiny lips, as she said, "Oh
no problem Jenny, I am sure it was important."

"Oh, it was, and I think you will really like my paper," I responded and
sat in my seat.

Miss Morgan then instructed that today was a work period for our essays due
next week.  She then began walking up and down the rows and assisting
students.  I used the time to work on my paper and waited for Miss Morgan
to arrive.

Eventually she arrived at my desk and asked "How is your essay coming
along, Jenny?"

I said in a soft voice, so only she could hear, "I have barely got any
further from when we last talked.  I have been too busy pleasing my
mistress, well both my mistresses actually."

She gave out a gasp and said, "Jenny, what has gotten into you?"

I teased back, "Toys, lots of toys."

She went red again as she tried to stay focused, "Can I give you any
assistance on your paper?"

I shrugged and said, "I think I am ok."  I then stretched my stocking
covered legs out, my shoes on the floor, to give my sexy teacher a very
open look at my legs and my perfectly manicured and painted toes.

Miss Morgan took a lengthy look at my legs, before moving on to the next
student.  With a few minutes left, Miss Morgan returned to her desk.  She
seemed to be reading something and I knew quickly it was my paper as her
face went red and she looked up at me.  I, of course, was looking at her
and made sure it was she who broke eye contact.  Another student asked for
help and Miss Morgan went to assist her.  A few minutes later the bell rang
and I got up to leave.  As I was leaving, I walked up to her and said,
"Have a good weekend, Miss Morgan."

I then met Karen after class and we headed to the bus that would take us to
our retreat.  It was only an hour away, at a lake that is closed this time
of year.  The bus ride was gossip central. I learned more in that hour than
I had in the past three years.  The rumours about me were hilarious,
disturbing, but hilarious.  I learned that apparently: I was gangbanged by
the football team; I had an abortion this summer; I got my high marks by
doing the teachers; I was a crystal meth addict and lastly, that I was only
on the cheerleading team because I had blackmailed Karen, although no one
seems to know how I was blackmailing her.

Anyhow, we got to our destination and then had a three hour marathon
workout.  It was ridiculous. My whole body ached, even parts I did not know
could ache.  We were then sent tour cabins...each cabin had 4 girls
assigned.  Not surprisingly, I was assigned to be with Karen, Sabrina and
Ashley.  As I entered the cabin, butterflies of nervousness filled my whole
body.  I knew that any minute now Karen was going to reveal our secret.  I
was excited as I wanted to taste Ashley, but petrified of what Sabrina may
do.

Ashley and Sabrina started to change into their nighties, while Karen came
over to talk to me.  She said as she handed me a bag, "Here, go to the
bathroom and put this on."

"What is it?" I asked nervously.

"You'll see," she said with a devious smirk.

"Ok," I said.

"And the rest of the night, you will refer to me as mistress," She demanded
with authority.

"Understood, Mistress Karen," I whispered.  I then went to the bathroom to
find out what Mistress Karen had in store for me.  I opened the bag
tentatively and then dismay as I saw my outfit. It was a maid's outfit with
black skirt, black thigh highs, four inch heels, a white blouse and a
collar with a leash.  I got undressed and put on the subservient outfit.

Just as I was finishing, Karen knocked on the door, "Are you ready?"

"Almost," I replied.

"Tell me when you are, PomPom," she said in a voice that was clearly
showing her authority over me.

I heard Sabrina call, "Yes, PomPom, get your ass out here, it is time for
your initiation."

I put on the collar and slipped into the awkwardly high heels and said, "I
am ready."

Karen then said, "Come on out, PomPom."

I did and was again the innocent shy girl I used to be.  I was so nervous I
could not look any of the three girls in the eye.

Sabrina said, "PomPom, get me a beer."

"Ok," I said.

I began going to the fridge when Sabrina said, "Respond like a good
PomPom."

I pondered this and then said, "Yes, Mistress Sabrina."

Sabrina laughed as she said, "Mistress, I like that.  I was expecting
ma'am."

I blushed and went and grabbed a beer.  I handed it to Sabrina and said,
looking her straight in the eye, "Here you are, Mistress Sabrina."

I then looked at Ashley and said, "May I get you anything, Mistress
Ashley?"

Ashley's face went red a look of stunned silence on her face as she finally
said, "Sure, I will have a beer too."

Karen then added, "Get me one too, PomPom slave."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said and went and got two more beers.

I handed both their beers and stood at attention like a maid would, already
getting a bit turned on by my subservient role.

Karen demanded, "Get yourself a beer, slut, and come and join us."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I obeyed and saw Ashley's surprised face at me being
called a slut.

I returned and then sat down in the open chair.  Karen then said, "Truth or
dare time for our little PomPom girl."

Instantly I knew all my secrets would be quickly revealed; yet, I was not
worried, but rather relieved that the charade would come to an end.  I
would be their whore tonight and that was the way it was. I wanted to their
whore, especially Ashley, yet even Sabrina's bossy demeanour had me yet.

Karen said, "Our PomPom can go first.  Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I said.

"Have you ever fucked a boy before?"

"No," I said.

Sabrina then asked "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I said again.

"Have you ever been with a girl?"

"Yes," I replied not at all ashamed, my eyes not leaving Sabrina.

Sabrina added, "Good to know" and took a sip of her beer.

Ashley then looked at me and I said, "Truth" before she could even ask.

Ashley thought about it a while and finally asked "Why did you decide you
wanted to be a cheerleader?"

An innocent question on the surface, but my answer was anything but as I
explained, "Mistress Karen suggested it on the phone on Sunday."  I then
waited for dramatic effect before adding, "The day after I ate her out
after work."

Ashley let out a stunned gasp, while Sabrina gave an 'I knew it' smirk.

Karen then asked, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," I continued my comfortable pattern.

"How did you end up being between my legs?" she asked, knowing perfectly
well the answer.

I then explained, in lengthy detail, for over ten minutes, the whole sordid
story from my masturbating fantasy, to Megan's seduction of me, to the
actual encounter with Karen at her work.

Sabrina said, "I knew it.  I knew there had to be a reason.  It made no
sense that you would suddenly be a PomPom."

Karen defended me as she said, "She will make an excellent PomPom, won't
you my slut?"

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I responded obediently.

"Truth or dare?" Sabrina queried.

"Truth," I responded.

"Do you want to eat my pussy?" she asked, opening her legs slightly.

"Yes, Mistress Sabrina, I would love to eat your pussy," I said so
matter-of-factly it was like she had asked if I wanted a coffee.

"Well, come do it," Sabrina demanded.

"All in good time," Karen said.

"Fine," Sabrina huffed.

It was Ashley's turn, and I said, before she could ask, "Dare."  I thought
it would be fun to see how the shy one of the group reacted.  She sat there
a long time, seemingly unsure what to ask.

Sabrina said, "Make her eat your pussy. I bet she wants to."

I gave Ashley a smile implying Sabrina was right.  But instead Ashley
dared, "I dare you to a dance for us."

This was worse than actually eating her pussy, as I was an awkward dancer.
Karen got up and plugged her iPod in and after a couple of seconds of
searching a song began to play. It was Brittany Spears 'I am A Slave for
U.' I stood up and began dancing awkwardly to the song.  All the more
awkward since I can't dance and I was wearing four inch heels.  The song
seemed to play forever as I wiggled my butt, slid my hands up and down my
breasts and then playing the role of a stripper, I moved to Ashley and did
a sexy lap dance for her.  Ashley strred obsessed with my moves as I teased
her, bringing my body so close to her and them moving away.  The song ended
and I went and sat back down.

Karen then said, "Dare or dare?"

I smiled, realizing the game had changed.

"Um, dare," I joked.

Karen smiled, chugged the rest of her beer, and said, handing me the now
empty beer bottle, "Fuck yourself to an orgasm."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said as I grabbed the bottle.  I then took off my
skirt, sat on the chair and rubbed the bottle around my lips.  I slid the
thin top of the bottle in my very wet pussy.  I began to move the top half
of the bottle in and out as I rubbed my swollen clit, completely oblivious
to the three sets of eyes watching me.

As I began moaning, Sabrina demanded, "Shove the bottle deeper, dyke."

"Yes, Mistress Sabrina," I moaned as I attempted to push the wider part of
the bottle into my tight pussy.  I let out a yelp as the wider bottle,
wider than any toy that had ever been used to fuck me, slowly penetrated
me.  My yelp became a whimper as a slight jolt of pain quivered throughout
my body.  I continued to slowly push it in deeper, until the majority of
the bottle filled my pussy.

I didn't notice Sabrina until her hand replaced mine and began to
vigorously pump the bottle in and out of me.  "Take it all you fucking
slut," she said as she ruthlessly fucked me.  I whimpered, a mixture of
pleasure and pain as I was assaulted by the bottle.  Eventually, my juices
lubricated my entrance enough that the pain subsided and I began to enjoy
the bottle domination.

"I am close to an orgasm," I pleaded, "Please Mistress Sabrina, fuck me
harder."

Sabrina then slid all but the last inch inside me and I screamed,
"Yesssssssss," as an intense orgasm hit me and my cum flooded out pushing
the bottle out of me.

Sabrina smiled, "You really are a whore, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Sabrina," I moaned, the orgasm still bringing great pleasure
to my whole body.

Sabrina handed me the bottle and said, "Clean your juices, slut."

"Yes, Mistress Sabrina," I obeyed, taking the bottle and sucking it like a
cock.  I then licked around the rest of the bottle, retrieving any last
juice.

Sabrina then looked at Karen, "Can I use this cunt yet?"

Karen, playing the powerful leader she was, responded, "Not until you pay
your dues as well."

"Excuse me?" Sabrina said defiant.

"You have been questioning me all week.  You need to pay for your lack of
loyalty."

"How so?" Sabrina asked a little less defiant and a little more worried.

Karen went to a bag and pulled out a rather thick butt plug and said, "Fuck
yourself to an orgasm with this."

Sabrina looked at it disgustingly and said, "I would never do that."

Karen held the plug inches from Sabrina's face and said, "Not only will you
do it," she began as she grabbed a camcorder from her bag, "You will do it
on tape."

"No," Sabrina said shocked.

Karen continued, "Look.  You have two choices.  Do as your told or don't.
Either way I win.  If you do, you will be my little lez slave as well, but
you may, I do mean may, get Jenny as your little dyke slave.  If you don't
submit, I will get you kicked off the team and since I don't really like
you that much it won't be much of a loss."

Sabrina was seething as she said, "I will just go and tell Coach Hopkins
you are threatening me."

Karen laughed as she said, pictures in her hand, "Go ahead. Then I will
send these photos of you with Mr. Paulson."  I gasped too.  Mr. Paulson was
a chubby math teacher who was hardly attractive.

Sabrina went instantly white.  "H-h-how did you get these?"

"Oh the how doesn't matter. Don't you understand I run this school? Not
you.  The key is I have them and I have no problem shattering your rep and
getting a teacher fired. Plus, a better question is why you are fucking
Paulson, there are a lot hotter teachers then him."

Sabrina, wavering a bit, said, "He threatened to fail me last year."

"And?" Karen asked.

"I said I would do anything to pass and he took me up on my offer," Sabrina
explained.

"And you call Jenny a slut," Karen said.

Sabrina said nothing, realizing her predicament.

"So, I will ask you only one more time.  What is your choice?  To be my
slut or to not be my slut: that is the question.  Whether it is nobler in
your mind to suffer the binds and cuffs of outrageous servitude or take
arms against me and be swallowed by a sea of trouble and by opposing me be
crushed."  Karen then moved in front of Sabrina and placed her hand on her
shoulder and pushed her down onto her knees.

Sabrina did not resist, seemingly defeated.

Karen slid out of her skirt, presenting a shaved pussy to her cheerleading
assistant captain.

Karen then continued her sexual filled Hamlet parody as, she seductively
said, her pussy now inches from Sabrina's face, "To beg: to submit: all
night, and by obeying end your holier than thou attitude."

Sabrina had tears in her eye as she said, "Please Karen, I..."

Karen interrupted her as she said, "Stop.  Beg to have slut Jenny fuck your
ass with this butt plug."

Sabrina looked at her, pleading with her eyes desperately, before saying,
"Jenny, please fuck my ass."

I had been watching in complete silence the hot blackmailing submission and
was jarred back to reality by my name.  I stood up and Karen handed me the
butt plug.  Karen instructed as she handed me some lube as well, "Don't be
gentle."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I responded.

Sabrina looked at me slightly scared as I generously lubed the toy.  I then
said, surprising everyone including myself, "Bend over bitch."

Sabrina looked at me furiously and began to say something, but stopped
before any sound escaped her lips, as she obeyed, getting onto all fours.
I then lubed her ass as well and without any warning began to slide the toy
in her ass.  Sabrina gave out a rather loud scream as it penetrated her
ass.  Obeying Karen's command, I showed no gentleness as I pushed the thick
plug in her ass.  I don't know what came over me; maybe it was all the
years of being looked down upon by her or just her ignorant treatment of me
this week, but I began to verbally abuse her. "How does that feel you
fucking bitch?"

Sabrina moaned in what I think was pleasure, but hard to tell, as she
didn't say anything.

I then said in a forceful tone I didn't know I had, "Answer me, cunt!"

"It hurts, but it feels good too," she whimpered, her eyes showing fear
from the new dominant me.

I pushed the plug in deeper and soon all six inches were filing her ass.  I
then said, "Fuck back on the toy slut.  Fuck yourself to an orgasm, you
butt slut."

"Yes, Mistress," she moaned and I got exceedingly wet at being called
mistress.

"Mistress what?" I asked as I slapped her chunky ass hard.

"Yes, Mistress Jenny," she said.

I held the plug, and watched as this chunky bitch, the bitch that had
always been so much better than everyone else, obeyed my command and began
to bounce back on the plug.  Her moaning got louder as she continued to
allow the plug to fill her as deeper and deeper. Then finally she screamed
as she reached orgasmic bliss from the humiliating debauchery.

I looked at Ashley, who had been quiet this whole time, and was rubbing
herself frantically.  I slapped Sabrina's ass once more, leaving the plug
in her ass and said to Ashley, "Dare me to eat your pussy."

Ashley clearly desperate to have an orgasm after watching the sexual
depravity begged, through a moan, "Please."

"Close enough," I quipped and quickly went between the beautiful, sweet,
girl's legs.  I instantly worked on her clit and as soon as my tongue
touched her clit she began to quake and sprayed juice on my face.  I kept
licking right through her orgasm as I attempted to get her off again.  I
nibbled on her clit and slid a finger inside her.  I pumped the finger in
and out of her surprisingly tight pussy.  She continued to give moans of
pleasure as I pleasured her cunt.  I then slowed down so I could savour her
deliciousness.  I licked slowly, my finger lodged deep inside her, but not
moving.  I slid my tongue up and down her pussy lips, continuing to tease
her.  I then slid down a bit more and surprised her a bit as my tongue
touched her anal pleasure spot.  I pushed my tongue in just breaking her
anal taboo, and then returned to her pussy.

I heard her whisper, in a pleading and insecure tone, "Please, I need to
cum."

I looked up at her, smiled and got a shock of pleasure through my body as
she smiled back.  I then said, "Yes, Mistress Ashley."

 I then went between her legs again and attacked her pussy with an
aggressive mixture of licking, nibbling and fingering.  This focused
assault of her pussy had her moaning and moaning until her legs tightened
and a gush of cum exploded all over my face.  I had never seen someone gush
so much cum from her vagina.  I kept licking, attempting to swallow as much
of her delicious love juice as possible.  Finally she actually pushed me
away as she said, "Please, no more."

I looked up at her, thinking I had failed. My look of confusion was
recognized by Ashley as she said, "Sorry Jenny, I have never had such an
intense orgasm and I needed to allow it to flow through me."

"Oh," I said, "I thought I had disappointed you, Mistress Ashley."

"God no," Ashley said, perspiration dripping down her face, "That was the
most amazing sensation I have ever felt."

"Thank you for allowing me to pleasure you," I said sincerely.  I looked
and saw that Sabrina was still on all fours, but now was also between
Karen's legs licking her pussy. The butt plug was still clearly lodged
inside her ass.

Ashley then said, "Can I do you?"

"You don't have to," I said, "I am here to please you."

"But I want to," Ashley said, and then realizing how serious and obedient I
was, she said, "I demand you lay back, spread your legs and have an
orgasm."

"Yes, Mistress Ashley," I obliged excitedly as I lay back on the floor and
opened my legs.  To my surprise, Ashley leaned in and kissed me gently.  A
tenderness that I had never felt before and a chill went down my spine.
The kiss lasted minutes as we explored each other's mouths.  I could have
done this all night, my pussy getting wetter and wetter, but sadly for me
she broke the kiss.  She then went and nibbled my left ear, her hot breath
allowing another chill to thrill my body.  She then moved lower, unbuttoned
my blouse, and took my left breast into her mouth. She spent minutes
exploring every region of my breasts and belly.  Giving soft kisses and
gentle nibbles that had my juice leaking form my desperate cunt, she slid
down my body, past my soaked pussy and glided her tongue down my right leg.

She then found my all-time weakness, as she sucked each of my toes into her
mouth through the sheer nylon. I gave myself away as I moaned like a girl
getting fucked from her focused pleasure.  She took my other foot and did
the same thing, staring at me the whole time, but saying nothing.  She
massaged my foot, before sliding her hands down my stocking clad leg.  She
leaned back in, passed my pussy and came back to my lips.  I eagerly opened
my mouth and we kissed again, her knee pressed against my pussy.  The
pressure had me moan into her mouth and moved her knee around, teasing me.

My moans got louder until finally Ashley asked, "Do you want me to lick
your vagina?"

I smiled at her saying vagina, still so proper considering the
circumstance, and said, "Yes, please, Mistress Ashley."

Her knee leaned into me as she said, "On one condition."

"Anything," I quivered, my focus fading because of the pressure down below.

"Don't call me mistress," she said tenderly, "Call me Ashley."

I responded desperately, "Oh Ashley, please eat me, I need to cum so
badly."

Ashley smiled, a smile so sincere, so sweet, so pure, I got even wetter as
she said, "I would love to, Jenny."  She slid back down and licked my
pussy.  She didn't fuck my pussy, she made love to it with her tongue.  She
teased, she pleased, she probed, she explored.  She was clearly in no
hurry.

For the first time in many minutes I looked across the room and saw that
Karen was watching me intently as Sabrina sat on the floor like an obedient
puppy dog. To make the scene even more humiliating, Karen was petting
Sabrina's hair like she would a dog.  Karen winked at me.

I smiled and mouthed a 'thank you' before closing my eyes again.  I then
just let myself go as Ashley continued to pleasure me.  Eventually I could
feel my orgasm coming and I moaned, "I'm cumming Ashley, please don't
stop."

Ashley, hearing my request, slid a finger inside my ocean of juice and took
my whole clit into her mouth. I instantly screamed from the new double
pleasure and within seconds my orgasm exploded out of me.  Like me, Ashley
kept licking and fingering as the orgasm thrilled every part of my body.
Eventually the pleasure was too intense, and like Ashley, I begged, "Please
stop."

Ashley did, smiled at me and said, "See."

I smiled, trying to catch my breath, as I responded, "Yes."

Ashley moved back up and pressed her body against me as we kissed one more
time.  Like the previous kisses, the kiss was electric, passionate and
tender.  We kissed for minutes, with no other agenda, other than to be
immersed in each other's passion.

It was finally Karen who broke our make out session when she said, "Well,
we should probably hit the hay ladies; drill sergeant Hopkins is going to
work us like rented mules tomorrow.

Ashley broke the kiss and helped me to my feet.

Karen walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek, took off my collar and
then put it on Sabrina. She then spoke to Sabrina, "Do you have anything to
say to Jenny?"

Sabrina looked at me completely humiliated and said, "Sorry Jenny."

I smiled at her and said, "It's ok."

Karen then said to Ashley and me, "I thought you two would hit it off.
Jenny, did you know that Ashley is a lesbian?"

"I do now," I joked.

Karen then said sincerely, "You two make an adorable couple."

Ashley blushed, but reached for my hand.  I looked at Ashley and then a
flood of realization hit me as I realized it was not Karen I was in love
with, it was Ashley.

Karen smiled, "Jenny, I have a new slave" as she patted Sabrina like a
puppy again.  "If you two want to be an item, I will allow it."

I looked at Ashley, who looked at me and she asked with an insecure tone,
"Are we an us?"

I smiled back, nervous as well, as I said, "I would love that."

Ashley kissed me again gently.  Karen added, "But don't think it will be
that easy.  Jenny still has a mistress with Megan and I will expect to be
able to use Jenny on occasion if I wish."

Ashley seemed a bit disappointed by this, but I was secretly thankful. I am
not sure I could commit to just one girl.  I needed to be dominated
sometimes, and Ashley is way too sweet to dominate me.

"Understood," I said.

Karen then added, "I still expect you to finish your seduction of Miss
Morgan."

"Of course," I said, as Ashley gave a look of surprise.

"And," she finished "I still plan to seduce your mother."

"I figured you would," I said giving Ashley's hand a soft squeeze of
support.

Karen than began walking to her room, with Sabrina following on all fours
on the leash.  Karen called out, "Share a room, you two dykes."

Ashley and I watched Karen and Sabrina leave and then wordlessly we went to
our own room.  Both exhausted sexually, we got under the blankets and
cuddled.  I fell asleep with Ashley's arms wrapped around me.  I had never
felt such warmth in my life.  In her arms, life made sense.

SATURDAY FEBRUARY 8th: The final puzzle piece played

I woke up in the arms of Ashley.  I rolled over and Ashley was awake,
smiling at me. She leaned in and kissed me.  She then looked at me and
said, "That was a crazy night."

I smiled back and said, "Yes, and yet not my strangest of late."

"I suppose," Ashley said, "what did she mean about Miss Morgan?"

"I have been seducing Miss Morgan all week," I explained.

"She is gay?"

"I don't know if she is gay, but she definitely likes women," I said and
then explained the whole week.

"Oh, wow," Ashley said, as the alarm went off. She then said reluctantly,
"Well we'd better get up.  If we are late Hopkins will crush us."

"Ok," I said and we got up.  We got dressed and went to the living room.

Karen and Sabrina were not out yet, so we knocked on the door.  Karen
bellowed, "Come on in."

We did and were witness to Sabrina handcuffed to the bed, the butt plug
still in her ass, as Karen was sitting on her face.  It was an obscene, yet
hot scene.  "I'm almost done," she said.

We watched in silence until Ashley said, "We are going to be late."

"Shit," Karen said frustrated, and then began rubbing her ass all over her
new slut. She then stood up and said, "You will be punished later slut for
not getting me off in time."  She then released her from her restraints and
grabbed her clothes.

Sabrina looked at me humiliated before getting up off the bed, her face wet
with Karen's juice.

I couldn't help but smile as I left and waited in the other room.  A couple
of minutes later, Karen and Sabrina both came out dressed and composed, and
we silently headed to breakfast.

If I thought the week of practice was intense, or that Friday was brutally
painful, that was nothing compared to what Coach Hopkins had in store for
us.  All morning was extreme conditioning and she was particularly hard on
the rather tired and out of it Sabrina.  By lunch, I thought I was going to
die.  After lunch though, we worked on our routine for States.  It was so
much fun.  I don't know if Karen had talked to Coach Hopkins or not, but I
was surprised to learn I was involved in all the routines, while the
younger PomPom girls seethed on the sidelines.

I have never felt so a part of something in my life.  It was so exciting to
feel a part of a team; to be in the in crowd.  We trained until 5:30 before
we got on the bus and headed home exhausted.

The bus ride back was incredibly tame as we were all too tired even to
talk.  Ashley and I held hands in the dark and I fell asleep on her
shoulder and was surprised to see the lights of town approaching when I
awoke.  When we arrived back at school, the four of us all went to Karen's
car. Sabrina sat in the front, while Ashley and I sat in the backseat.

As Karen drove she said, "Well ladies, that was fun, and you all know that
what happens at Cheerleading Camp, stays at Cheerleading Camp, understood?"

"Yes," we all replied in perfect unison.

The rest of the drive was shockingly silent, although I felt a sudden sweet
warmth all over me when Ashley grabbed my hand.  I gave her hand a squeeze
to let her know I appreciated her.

Karen dropped me off first.  I said, "Bye, thanks girls, it was fun."  I
blew them all a kiss and then headed into my house.  I was exhausted but it
was only eight o'clock.  My Mom was not home, so I went upstairs and logged
onto my computer.  I checked my e-mail and then decided to see if Miss
Morgan was on.

When I logged in I was happy to see she was on.  I decided to see if she
would contact me first.  As expected she did:

Wanda87: Hi...you there?

Subinstockings: Yes, Mistress Wanda; just got home.

Wanda87: I looked for you last night...

Subinstockings: I was away with some friends.

Wanda87: I see.

Subinstockings: What are you wearing mistress?

Wanda87: just jeans and a t-shirt.

Subinstockings: I am in my cheerleading outfit.

Wanda87: You're a cheerleader?

Subinstockings: Yes.

Wanda87:I was one too.

Subinstockings: You were?  Did you have any sexual experiences with your
teammates.

Wanda87: In college, yes.

Subinstockings: Were you in charge?  Or submissive?

Wanda87: Neither...it just happened.

Subinstockings: I see. I am also wearing stockings.  Black ones.

Wanda87: With your cheerleading outfit?

Subinstockings: Yes.  I like to dress provocativly.

Wanda87: I see.

Subinstockings: Can I please u in real life?

Wanda87: Umm...I don't know.

Subinstockings: U don't want me?  :)

Wanda87: It's not that. It's just I have never done this before.

Subinstockings: Me neither...not like this. But I want to.

Wanda87: I want you too.

Subinstockings: I am tired tonight.  I will be at Starbucks on Winter
Street at 11:30am.  I will be wearing my cheerleader's outfit.  You won't
be able to miss me. If you are not there, I will understand; if you are, I
am your sub for the afternoon.  Goodnight.

I then logged out before she could respond.  I smiled. All my cards had
been played, and played well, I think.  I would find out tomorrow if I had
won the jackpot.

Oddly, I went to bed thinking about Ashley even as I attempted to finish my
seduction of Miss Morgan.  I tried to forget about Ashley, about how good
it felt to be in her arms, but the feeling of warmth still filled me with
joy.  The confusing emotions had my mind reeling and I was an emotional
mess.  I loved being Megan's slave, I enjoyed being Karen's slut, and I was
enjoying and looking forward to finishing my seduction of Miss
Morgan...yet, as I drifted to sleep all I could think of was Ashley.
Ashley's body, Ashley's smile and how I felt when her arms were around me.
As I faded into sleep I wondered, had this whole week of submission and
seduction ended with me falling in love?

BEDDING THE BABYSITTER 4

SUNDAY FEBRUARY 9th: Mission Completed

I dressed in my cheerleader outfit and red thigh highs and headed to
Starbucks, getting there fifteen minutes early. I ordered my drink and
bought one for Miss Morgan as well, and sat down at an open booth where I
could see Miss Morgan when she arrived, if she arrived. I sat for ten
minutes, fidgeting at my boldness. And at 11:28 Miss Morgan, dressed in a
pretty, but conservative, blue dress and black pantyhose walked in the
door. She surveyed the room and stopped, face aghast, when she saw me. She
stood frozen for a few seconds before joining me at the booth.

I smiled, handed her a coffee, and greeted, "Hi, Miss Morgan"

She sat down tentatively and took the drink.  I could tell her mind was
reeling.  She was clearly attempting to come to grips with the reality of
the situation.  Silence lingered between us. I waited for a response from
her, my heart pounding.

Finally, in a whisper so soft I could barely make out her words, "I can't
believe it is you, Jenny."

"Did you have no idea?" I asked.

"No, although based on the past week, I guess it makes sense," she said,
still dazed.  "H-h-how did you change so much, so quickly?"

I explained, "This may be hard to believe, but I found a Mistress and she
opened up a whole new world to me."

Miss Morgan still looked completely out of her comfort zone.  I could tell
she was fighting her conscience.  She took a nervous sip of her coffee,
"Who is your Mistress?"

I smiled, I was pretty sure I had her, "Well my main Mistress is a
neighbour of mine, Mistress Megan." I paused, making sure she was listening
when I announced my other Mistress.  I looked deep into her eyes, "My
school Mistress, the one responsible for my sudden popularity is...."

"Karen," she whispered, putting two and two together.

"Yes," I confirmed, "How did you know that?"

"Just thinking about the week and how odd you were acting and I recalled
Karen's smirks," Miss Morgan reflected.

I agreed, "Yes, Mistress Karen has been giddy all week with the thought of
your seduction."

"Oh my God," Miss Morgan gasped, "Karen knows about this too?"

"Yes, it was her idea, but it is ok, Miss Morgan.  Mistress Megan is in
control of Karen too and there is one key rule to submission.  Never, ever,
please and tell."

Miss Morgan laughed and then caught herself.  Her smile faded and a serious
facade replaced it. "This can't happen Jenny.  I am your teacher."

"If that is how you feel, Miss Morgan, I will respect that," I responded.
"But, before you reject me, keep in mind I will never tell.  I will be your
perfect little pet.  You know that I always strive to do the best at
everything I do."  I slipped my foot out of my shoe and allowed my foot to
slide up my teacher's leg.

This startled her, but as I hoped, she did not move away or ask me to stop.
Instead, she asked, already wavering, "But what if someone finds out?"

"No one will, Miss Morgan," I assured her, "Plus we are both consenting
adults, free to ravish each other in any and every way imaginable."

A second gasp and a flush of red escaped Miss Morgan while she tried to
deal with her conflicting emotions.

Attempting to push the envelope, aggressive even for me, I offered, "If you
wish me to show my true loyalty to you Miss Morgan, I will crawl under the
table and please you right here, right now."

"Oh Jenny," she said, flushed, "Stop that."

"Am I making you wet?" I queried, teasingly.  She didn't answer as I
allowed my foot to slide up a bit more, now under her dress.

"Please," she whispered.

"Please what?" I asked.

"Not here," she got out.

I reached for my purse and pulled out a piece of paper.  I asked, confident
I was right, "When you were chatting with me the other day you said you
couldn't stop thinking of a certain student. It was me, wasn't it?"

"Yes," Miss Morgan answered, not making eye contact with me.

"And," I began before pausing for dramatic effect, "you said and I quote
you 'I want to take you home and use you as my personal sex slave'".

"Oh my God," she blurted, looking up, "Did I really say that?"

I handed her the transcript of our chat.  She reread the entire
conversation before finally speaking. "Ok Jenny, I did say that, but it was
role play and I had no idea I was talking to an actual student."

My foot moved to within an inch of her pussy.  Inside I was confident I had
won. "Can we go back to your place?"

When Miss Morgan didn't answer, I moved my foot so it was touching her
panty-covered crotch. "I, um, we can't, we just can't." To my surprise, she
stood up and apologized, "Sorry, Jenny, I just can't do this." Before I
could respond, Miss Morgan hastily made her retreat.

After she left, I finished my coffee, contemplating what went wrong. After
a couple of weeks of living a very charmed life, I guess I was bound to
fail. I texted Karen and told her of my epic failure. She didn't
immediately respond, so I finished my coffee and went to the bookstore, my
personal solitude whenever I was feeling down.

I went to the teen section and browsed the new titles. There is just
something so exciting about holding a book in your hand. Looking at the
cover, reading the brief summary on the back or inside the book jacket, and
reading other authors praise the book. I spent an hour browsing through
title after title, making a list on my Ipod touch notebook of books that
caught my interest. If I bought every book I wanted to read, I would never
have any money. I finally settled on a novel called Delirium. It was about
a time in the future, where when you turn eighteen you have an operation to
prevent a disease...LOVE. It sounded interesting and different from other
novels, plus I was definitely struggling with the word LOVE. I loved my
time with Mistress Megan, I loved my one time at the Le Chateau Club, I
loved the attention I got at school now, I loved being submissive to Karen
and I loved the thrill of the chase with Miss Morgan, even if I did
fail. But mostly, although I wouldn't label it love, or lust either, my
feelings for Ashley were different from anything I had ever felt before. I
mean, I had greatly enjoyed my newfound submissiveness and all that
followed, but my time with Ashley was different. I felt something more than
just pleasure, something more than just the heat of the moment, something
completely different and foreign. I couldn't explain it, or quantify it,
but none the less it was embedded deep in my heart. I wanted to call her,
but really had no idea what to say. How do you attempt to have a normal
conversation the day after such a night of naughty and yet romantic sex?
Even though I was pretty confident she felt the same way I did, how does
one know for sure? Especially under the circumstances we began our
relationship, me a cheerleading sub and all. Not to mention, even if we did
start a taboo lesbian relationship, I already had not one but two
Mistresses. Could I give that up? Did I want to give it up? These questions
spun in my head like a tilt-a-wheel until I thought I might be sick.

I grabbed a fruit smoothie and a muffin, and sat down to read and relax. I
wasn't three pages in when I heard a voice I knew. I glanced up from the
novel I had just started and, sure enough, it was Miss Morgan ordering a
drink too, a bag of books in her hand.

She hadn't seen me yet. I contemplated the odds of seeing her again an hour
later. Concluding they weren't good, I took it as fate's way of giving me a
second shot.

Once she received her drink, a fruit smoothie as well, she turned around
and saw me. I joked, "Fancy meeting a girl like you in a place like this."

She chuckled nervously. "Sorry for the hasty retreat this morning. I just
needed time to think."

Realizing I might still have a chance, I asked, "Did you have time to
think?"

She scanned the room, looking for I don't know what, before sitting down
beside me. "Yes, I did."

She seemed to be struggling with what to say next. "And?" I questioned,
attempting to lead her on.

"I can't get you out of my mind," she confessed.

Inside I was giddy with excitement, but outside played it cool, offering an
olive branch. "The offer from this morning still stands, Miss Morgan."

She seemed to be attempting to process this when I decided to take a
risk. I kissed her; a quick, yet passionate three-second kiss. As expected,
she didn't break it. Instead I did and whispered into her ear, "I will be
at the front of the mall in five minutes. If you want to take me up on my
offer, pick me up. If you don't, I will catch the bus and head home." I bit
her ear gently and allowed my hot breath to linger. She gave just the
softest of moans, the evidence I needed to feel confident my seduction was
working. Satisfied I had enticed her, I stood up and walked away. I was
tempted to look back, but resisted.

I couldn't believe how excited and nervous I was while I waited to see if
my boldness paid off. Two weeks ago I was too shy to even complain when my
order was wrong at McDonald's. Now I had just propositioned my teacher. I
checked the time, every few seconds, hoping I enticed her enough.

Just as I was beginning to think I had failed a second time, Miss Morgan
pulled up. I got in the passenger side and she quickly sped off, like she
was the getaway driver in a bank robbery.

Once on the road, she said, "I can't believe we are going to do this."

I attempted to comfort her and convince her she made the right
decision. "Me either, Miss Morgan. I have wanted this to happen for a long
time."

"Really?" she asked, surprised.

"Miss Morgan, I began to think I might be a lesbian when I started taking
your class. I began dreaming about you. I fantasized kissing you, touching
you, pleasing you.  I just never thought you might be interested in someone
like me."

"Oh my God, Jenny, I have had inappropriate thoughts about you all
semester. Way before you began to dress so provocatively. I loved how cute,
innocent and pure you looked," my teacher confessed.

Insecurity hit me. "Do you mean you like the old me more?"

"No, but the old you was more the real you, don't you think?"

The conversation was getting very real. I knew I had changed a lot these
past couple of weeks in all areas, but not once did I think it was a bad
thing. Was I losing the real me? Was the old me even the real me? If not,
who was the real me? These thoughts ricocheted around my head like a
racquetball. I announced my sudden insecurities. "I don't know who the real
me is anymore, Miss Morgan."

"Just do what you want to do Jenny. Don't do things for others'
approval. You are a great young lady and have a bright future ahead of
you."

Tears began to roll down my cheeks. It was strange to have someone tell me
to be myself, especially when I no longer knew who that was. Finally, I
spoke the only truth I knew for sure. "Miss Morgan I am still trying to
figure out who I am. I don't know what I want to do next year, I don't know
where I want to be next year, but I do know where I want to be right now."
I put my hand on her knee and squeezed gently.

Her face turned red and her breathing changed just slightly. "Jenny, are
you sure?"

"Miss Morgan, I am unsure of many things in life. But when it comes to
this," I paused, "I have never been surer of anything in my life."

We arrived at her house and pulled into her garage. Once parked, Miss
Morgan seemed to hesitate, unsure what to do next. I moved my hand under
her dress. Pantyhose blocked access to the pussy I now craved to sample.  I
leaned in and kissed her again, making sure she didn't have time for second
thoughts.  My tongue parted her lips and, although tentative at first, Miss
Morgan kissed me back.  I pushed my finger hard onto her covered crotch as
we kissed.  She moaned into my mouth, and we kissed for what seemed like an
eternity.  It was passionate, it was gentle. It was exactly how I had
imagined it so many nights while in my bed with just me and my fingers.  I
felt a tingle down below and finally broke the kiss.  I began to unbutton
her blouse.  She stopped me, attempting to catch her breath, "Let's go
inside, Jenny."

Attempting to push the envelope, "Yes, Mistress Morgan, anything you say."

She gave a slightly startled look, but didn't say anything as she got out
of the car and led me into her house.  Once inside, we went straight to her
bedroom and it was now Miss Morgan's turn to surprise me.  She pushed me
onto her bed and crawled on top of me.  She leaned in to kiss me.  Her lips
barely touching mine, she kissed me ever so gently.  She followed the soft
pecks by sucking on my lower lip.  I had never been kissed like that and it
was driving me crazy, making my pussy very damp.  She moved down to my neck
and gave soft nibbles and teasing sucks, spending enough time on each spot
to potentially leave a hickey.  Slowly she moved down my body and pulled me
up so she could take off my shirt.  "Oh, my," escaped her lips when she saw
my tight white breasts, still bundled in my white lace bra.

I shivered slightly, suddenly cold, and feeling like prey to my salivating
teacher.  She kissed the tops of my breasts while reaching behind to
unbuckle my bra and release my breasts.  Once freed from their confines,
Miss Morgan cupped both in her hands and looked like a child in a candy
store.  She spent at least ten minutes adoring my breasts.  She kissed,
nibbled, and sucked on my nipples. The tenderness and deliberate teasing
had me on the edge of complete ecstasy, desperate to come soon.  I
whimpered, "Mistress, please let me come."

She bit my nipple, not hard, but hard enough to make a statement.
"Princess, lay back and enjoy.  I want to savour every minute of our time
together."  She bit my other nipple, before sliding her tongue down my
belly.  I had never had someone use her tongue in my belly button, but the
feeling was shockingly erotic.  Maybe because it was so close to my pussy,
maybe because I was so horny or maybe it was simply another erogenous zone
in my overactive horny body.  Either way, when her head moved lower and
under my cheerleader's skirt, I let out an excited moan.

Miss Morgan asked, "Is one of your orders no underwear?"

"Yes, Mistress Morgan," I responded, my breath giving away my anticipated
eagerness.

"Please call me Cameron, Princess."

"As in Cameron Diaz?" I had to ask.

"The one and only," she whispered, her finger making just the slightest of
contact with my pussy.

"Aaaaaah," I let out.  "I thought your first name was Wanda."

"That is my middle name.  I can't have people knowing my real identity
online."

"That makes sense," I whimpered again, her finger teasing me.

"You have such a beautiful vagina, Princess."

She leaned in and under my skirt.  I moaned in reply, as her tongue made
contact with my pussy lips, "Thank you, Mistress Cameron."

Her tongue explored my whole pussy region.  She slowly moved her tongue up
and down my lips, lightly teasing me.  Her tongue slid below my pussy lips
and teased the crack of my ass.  I wanted to see her, so I begged, "Can you
take my skirt off, Mistress? I want to be able to watch you."

She moved out from underneath my skirt and, without a word, reached for my
skirt.  I lifted my ass to assist her and soon I was only wearing
thigh-high red stockings.  She smiled seductively before returning to my
feverish pussy.  She continued the slow meandering teasing, still avoiding
my clit.  I could feel juice beginning to leak out of me, her teasing
driving me to the brink.  My moaning began to increase with each lick of my
teacher's tongue.  Suddenly, just when I couldn't take it anymore, she slid
a finger inside my pussy while at the same time taking my swollen clit into
her mouth.  In a second, I screamed, "Oh my fucking God, Miss Morgan, I'm
coming."  An electric jolt tore through my body as an orgasm exploded out
of me and through me.  Miss Morgan let go of my clit, but kept
finger-fucking me as she licked the juices leaking out of me.  Much to my
surprise, the continued attention kept my body revved up and, as one orgasm
simmered, a second began bubbling inside.  I begged, "Oh yes, Mistress
Cameron, don't stop, make me come again."  A second finger slid inside me,
joining the first, and I let out a squeal of delight.  She again took my
clit into her mouth and somehow licked it while at the same time sucking it
in her beautiful mouth.

The sensation and the stretching of my tight pussy had me again on the
verge of orgasmic bliss.  To my surprise, Miss Morgan finally spoke, her
words sending shivers through me, "That's it baby, come for teacher, come
harder than you ever have, Princess."

Hearing my sweet, beautiful teacher order me to come was the final breaking
point. My body shuttered to a second, smaller, but still gloriously
beautiful orgasm. "Oh yes, Mistress, you are too good to me," I moaned,
pure pleasure resonating inside me.

Miss Morgan pulled her two fingers out of me.  She lapped up my juices for
another minute, before sitting back up and moving beside me.  Lying face to
face with me, my juices coating her face, she complimented, "You have the
most delicious pussy I have ever tasted."

The compliment sent a chill up my spine.  I am sure I blushed as I
responded graciously, "Thank you, I bet you taste divine yourself."

It was Miss Morgan's turn to blush.  "I get very few complaints."

"I bet you don't," I teased, before asking, "Anyone I know get the
privilege of pleasing you?"

Her face went from blissful to panic as she responded, too quickly, "Oh,
no, no.  I was just talking hypothetically."

Her reaction told me she had at least one lover and I wondered if it was
someone I knew, but decided not to push it, deciding instead that it was
time to return the favour.  I attempted to be seductive, "Miss Morgan, is
there anything I can do for you?"

I could tell she was slightly nervous, which seemed ironic after what she
had just done to me.  I could tell she was trying to find a way to tell me
what to do, so I decided to do it for her.  I moved up and kissed her
gently.  I pulled her up and unzipped her dress.  With a bit of a struggle,
I took off my teacher's blue dress.  I was then face to face with her
beautifully firm breasts, barely being held inside her white lace bra.  I
kissed the top of her breasts while I fumbled with the buckle of her bra.
Eventually, I released my teacher's large breasts from her fabric prison
and took one of her nipples into my mouth.  Miss Morgan moaned and I
cupped, fondled and sucked on her large 'C' breasts for a long time,
becoming completely lost in them.  Finally, I moved down her body and
slowly pulled off her pantyhose.  I suggested, "Miss Morgan, for future
reference, it is way easier to get to your appetizing pussy if you wore
thigh-high stockings."

"I will have to buy some then," she replied, her breath already
anticipating my tongue.

Once I had her pantyhose off, I slowly removed her pink undies.  I returned
between her legs, eager to taste her.  Her pussy was not shaved nor really
hairy, just natural.  I buried my head between her legs.  Her legs
stiffened, anticipating my touch, but I teased, "Miss Morgan, can I eat
your pussy?"

"Yes, Jenny, stop teasing me, I need to come so badly," she pleaded.

I obliged and began licking her pussy.  Her scent was uniquely sweet and
her pussy was already excessively wet.  Her smell seemed to be caught in
her pubic hair and held in like a pussy bouquet.  I licked slowly and
cautiously, her hair occasionally tickling my nose.  I purposely avoided
her clit as I wanted to linger between my teacher's perfect legs for as
long as possible.  I moved my tongue slowly up and down, occasionally
between her lips.  Her moans were constant from my teasing, and slowly
began to increase.  Suddenly, and much to my surprise, my sweet adorable
teacher had a personality shift. She ordered, "Fuck Jenny, stop teasing
me. Lick me like the little slut you are.  Please your Mistress."

My pussy tingled, like it always seemed to when I was given a direct order,
and I obeyed like I always do.  My fingers went to her pussy and my mouth
to her clit.  Simultaneously, I began to lick her clit while I slid two
fingers inside her very drenched pussy.  I used my tongue to do small
circles on her clit, while I pumped my two fingers in her like I was
fucking her.  Her moaning increased as did her dirty talk.  "Oh yes, Jenny,
finger-fuck me, make teacher come," or, "That's it Jenny, be a good
student, get another 'A'," or "Oh yes, Jenny, you are a good little lez."
It only took a few minutes and she screamed, "Oh my God, Jenny, oh my God,
I'm coming Jenny, you're making teach come, fuck, yes, fuck, fuck, oh my
Goddddddd." Her legs tightened and her juices flowed from her delicious
pussy.  I continued lapping her pussy and savouring her perfect taste.
Unlike every other girl I had pleased, her juices just kept coming and
coming, like a faucet stuck on.  Her orgasm lasted at least two minutes,
while I continued pleasing her.  Finally she screamed, "Aaaaaah," and
pushed me away.

I looked into her eyes, surprised by her reaction, "Are you OK, Mistress?"

At first I was worried she was hyperventilating, her breathing was so
intense, and she couldn't talk.  After a few seconds, she finally spoke,
through heavy breathing, "Sorry, Jenny, that was just too intense."

A chill filled me; I had obviously pleased her greatly.  "Can I get you
anything, Mistress?"

As she began to calm down she requested, "Can you get me a glass of water?"

"Of course, Mistress," I replied and went to her kitchen.  As I poured her
a glass of cold water, I caught my reflection in the microwave.  I
smiled. My hair was a mess and my lips had a shine. I shook my head. I was
in Miss Morgan's house, naked, her cum on my lips.

I returned to Miss Morgan's room. She had not moved at all, but her
breathing had returned to normal.  I handed her the glass, and she sat up
and took a long drink.  I sat on the side of the bed, suddenly nervous,
like I often was after sex was done.  I was never sure what to say next.
Everything that popped into my head seemed silly.

Miss Morgan broke the silence, "Jenny that was incredible. I didn't know I
could come like that."

"It was my pleasure, Miss Morgan."

"Oh, it wasn't only your pleasure," she joked.  I laughed, while she pulled
me in and kissed me.  It was a gentle, sweet kiss, which lasted minutes.
When she finally broke it, I would have allowed it to continue forever, she
said, "Jenny, wait here a minute."

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, wanting to make sure she understood my
complete obedience.

She went to her closet and, after pilfering around for a bit, returned with
what appeared to be a long dildo.  I looked at the toy, slightly perplexed.
She smiled and asked, "Ever used a double- ended dildo?"

I shook my head no.

Getting aggressive, Miss Morgan pushed me onto my back and opened my legs.
She rubbed the toy on my pussy and, without much effort, pushed the thick
long dildo into me.  After the toy was buried in me deep, she repositioned
herself and I realized what the term double-ended meant.  She inserted the
other half in her own pussy and slowly moved herself closer to me.  Soon
the long dildo had disappeared almost completely.  Miss Morgan repositioned
herself again so that her feet were pressed against mine, both of our knees
bent at a strange angle.  "Now buck your ass back and forth Jenny. I want
you to fuck both of us."

"Anything you wish, Mistress," I moaned, thrilled to be ordered to do
something.  Although awkward, I bucked my ass forward and let out a yelp as
the dildo went deeper in me.  Miss Morgan let out a similar yelp as I
thrust the dildo deeper in her too.

"Fuck me Jenny, fuck me hard," she moaned.

Desperate to please her, I used my hands to balance myself and began
bucking my ass back and forth, stimulating us both.  A mixture of Miss
Morgan's moaning and the sensation of the fucking had me horny as hell in a
couple of minutes.  I attempted to thrust in and out of her as fast as I
could, eager to please her.

Her moaning increased and she began begging, "Don't stop, baby, harder,
fuck me, yes, fuck me."  I obliged, perspiration dripping down my face.  I
was close to the point of exhaustion, when thankfully she screamed,
"Deeper, deeper, oh my, oh my, oh my, aaaaaaah."

Quickly, I pulled the toy out of us and dove between her legs, licking the
delicious remnants of her orgasm.  Just as suddenly, she pushed me onto my
back, and slid the dildo back in me.  She pumped the long, thick dildo in
and out of me and demanded, "Come for me, baby, come for your teacher."

The deep penetration and fast pace had me close in less than a minute and
when she leaned in and nibbled on my ear, I screamed, "Yesssssssss," and
had small convulsions as another orgasm exploded through me.

Soaked in my own sweat, I lay exhausted on my teacher's bed, her sexy body
lying next to me.  Silence filled the room for minutes while we both
recovered from our intense encounter.  Eventually, she suggested she drive
me home and reality set in.  Tomorrow would come and we would see each
other as student and teacher again.  The awkward silence lingered a long
time before I finally said, "Miss Morgan, I had a wonderful time."

"Me too," she responded nervously, "it's just...what now?"

"Nothing," I replied, "For all intents and purposes, this never happened.
You will know and I will know and Megan and Karen will know, but the secret
will die with the four of us."

"How do you know?" she asked, clearly fearing the truth coming out.

"I know.  I have seen the power of Megan up close.  She will not allow
disobedience. Our secret is safe."

She gave a sigh of relief, but I could tell she still was nervous.  We
arrived on my block and she stopped a few houses down.  I looked in her
eyes and again confirmed, "That was amazing Miss Morgan."

She went red as she agreed, "Jenny, I haven't felt this good in a long
time."

"Well, I hope it isn't a one-time thing," I concluded with a wink and
closed the door, leaving her with the lingering foreshadow of more to come.

She drove away and I checked my phone messages.  I had a text from Ashley.
A chill went up my spine.  As much as I enjoyed my time with Miss Morgan,
there was something so special about Ashley that I couldn't even begin to
explain my feelings.

From: Ashley

Feb 09 1:33PM

Subject: Hi

Hi, give me a call when you get a chance.

I sat down on the sidewalk and dialled her number.  With each unanswered
ring, I got more and more nervous.  On the fourth ring, I was just deciding
to hang up when Ashley answered the phone.

"Hello," she said, her voice bringing yet another chill up my spine.

"Hi Ashley, it is Jenny," I greeted.

Her voice showed a bubblier than usual Ashley, "Oh, hi Jenny, thanks for
returning my call."

"I wouldn't think of not returning it, Ashley."

"I am happy to hear that.  What have you been up to today?"

I hesitated.  I didn't want to give my true answer, but I was as honest as
I could be. "I went out for coffee, went book shopping and visited a
friend. You?"

"Cool.  I slept in till noon and then finished writing my History essay.
But I definitely need a break."

"I understand that.  I get stir crazy if I am in my house all day."

"Me too," she giggled and paused. Finally she asked, the nervousness
clearly present even over the phone, "So what are you doing tonight?"

"I have no plans, Ashley. What do you have mind?"

"Do you...um...would you like to see that 'No Strings Attached' movie with
Ashton Kutcher?"

"I would love to.  It's a date," I quickly replied, before realizing what I
just said.

Luckily, she seemed to ignore my last words, her giddiness back. "Great,
can I pick you up at 6:15?"

"Sounds good to me," I agreed.

"See you then, Jenny." Her voice said my name in a way that had me melting.

"See you tonight, Ashley," I replied and soon heard the dead air of a cell
phone.  I hung up the phone and considered the implications of tonight.
Was it a date?  A growing friendship?  What should I wear?  These thoughts
bounced in my head while I walked to my house.

My thoughts were quickly dismissed when I noticed Karen's car in the
driveway. I figured she had just arrived, and didn't think of it as
anything remotely sinister.

Once I walked in my house and closed the door, Karen bellowed, "Get your
ass upstairs, Jenny."

I obeyed and went to my room, which was empty. Slightly confused, I
followed the female moans coming from my Mother's room.

As I got closer, anxiety crept in. It couldn't be! There was no way Karen
had seduced my Mother.

Now, in a week of surprises, nothing could have remotely prepared me for
what I was about to see.

My Mother was tied to her bed, with a toy in her pussy and my new best
friend straddled over my Mom's face. From Karen's moans, it was obvious
that my Mother was licking my friend's and Mistress's cunt. I watched in
perverse curiosity and shock.

Karen had predicted she would get my Mother and, although I had doubted the
prediction, I thought it may be possible, eventually, but I never expected
this.

 I stood there frozen for what seemed like an eternity, but was only a
minute or two before Karen screamed, while rubbing her pussy all over my
Mother's face, "That's it Mommy, I'm coming, lick your Mistress's cunt,
yesssssss."

Karen collapsed forward and, although my Mother could not yet see me, I
could see her face shining with pussy juice.  I was mortified. I was
shocked. I was mystified.

Karen looked up at me and asked with a purr, "I bet you are dying to know
how this happened?"

I'm not sure dying to know would be the descriptor I would have used, but I
was curious.

Karen ordered, "Mommy slut, tell your daughter how you ended up being my
personal play thing."

Mom looked up and our eyes met.  The look of humiliation on her face was
obvious.  She let out a soft sigh, before apologizing, "I am so sorry,
Jenny. I just couldn't resist."

Karen turned around and demanded, "Enough, Mommy slut. Just tell your
daughter and my slave how you ended up submitting to me."

Mom broke eye contact with me and began....

Bedding the babysitter Ch. 5: MOM'S STORY

Karen's cum glistening from my face, I was ordered by my new Mistress and
my daughter's cheerleading friend, to tell my only daughter how I came to
be tied up on my own bed, a vibrator in my vagina, and her friend
straddling my face.

I began retelling the story, still handcuffed and lying on my bed,
completely vulnerable in front of my daughter.  "I knew something was up
the first time I met Karen, that morning you became a cheerleader. She just
seemed to have something about her I couldn't put my finger on. "

 Luckily, as I began to tell my humiliating story of submission, Karen
untied my wrists from their tight restraints. I thanked the 18-year-old,
"Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome, Mommy slut," she replied, my shame going another shade
deeper.

I continued, "That said, I was way more baffled by my daughter's
transformation overnight than I was by her pretty cheerleader friend."

Karen, sitting beside me now, did one quick pump with the toy inside me.

I whimpered, and went on."But my attention began to shift without me even
knowing it when Karen offered me a foot massage.  As Karen so gently
caressed my feet, I felt a long forgotten tingle in my vagina, one that had
been largely ignored since your father passed."

"Your what, slut?" Karen reprimanded.

"Sorry, Mistress, my cunt.  I felt a tingle in my cunt. When you two were
getting ready to leave, I couldn't believe that I purposely stretched,
trying to showcase my big breasts to Karen.  When Karen kissed me on the
cheek, ever-so-delicately, I felt a chill go up my back.  When she hugged
me, her hand resting on my ass, I finally concluded that Karen was flirting
with me.  Yet, instead of being flattered, I was mortified that I had
allowed her to massage my feet and even more stunned that I both liked it
and wanted her touch more.  Once you two were gone, I went directly to my
bedroom and masturbated myself to a very intense orgasm, my first good one
since your father died.  Once my orgasm had faded, I was embarrassed by my
impulsive actions and promised myself I would not let such innocent
flirting, if she was even flirting at all, distract me."

"You seem pretty distracted right now, dyke," Karen pointed out, while
beginning to fuck me slowly with the toy.

"Y-y-yes, that is true," I agreed, unable to deny my newfound desire to
come.  I continued telling my daughter my complete fall from grace,
"Obviously I couldn't control my desire.  When I came into Jenny's room the
following day or two, whenever it was, I realized two things: one, I had a
small crush on my daughter's new friend and two, my daughter was a
lesbian."

"How did you know that?" Karen led me on.

"At the time, it was just a hunch.  As for you, Karen, well, I knew I had a
crush on you the second you came into my house and kissed me on both cheeks
again.  I instinctively almost moved in for a kiss on your lips, but held
back barely at the last second.  But when you complimented me, 'Mrs. Wyatt,
you look amazing today,' I was putty.  When I felt your hand just touching
my ass, any doubts I had that you were just really friendly were put to
rest. As watched you leave, my vagina, I mean my cunt, tingled
uncontrollably as I checked out your amazing legs from behind.  Once you
two went upstairs, I took a long cold drink of water, trying to ignore my
inappropriately building fascination with my daughter's 18-year-old
cheerleader friend."

 "Did you masturbate downstairs, my slave?" Karen inquired.

 "No, Mistress. I controlled my desires, but then I heard your scream and
rushed up the stairs.  As soon as I entered the room, I knew that my
daughter was a lesbian."

"How did you conclude that?" Karen curiously asked, the toy now fully
inside me.

"The sexual tension in the room and Jenny's ruby red cheeks implied she was
guilty about something. Your red face and slightly heavy breathing, Karen,
was the next clue.  There was no way you stubbed your toe.  Then you asked
me to check your toe and I knew this was where I should have said no, but
instead I knelt down beside you, suddenly feeling absurdly nervous.  I
could smell your sex instantly and when I looked up, I could see your
shaved cunt glistening.  I instantly concluded my precious daughter's face
had just been between these legs.  I then gave you a massage as requested,
my own cunt beginning to uncontrollably leak into my panties.  I couldn't
resist and took many quick glimpses between your legs and into your
cunt. Once done and you kissed me on both cheeks again, I panicked and
wanted to leave.  Just as I was leaving, I glanced at my daughter, who was
staring at me, her face shiny with what I assumed was your juice.  Stunned
and completely out of my element, I quickly left the room.  I was rattled
the rest of the evening, long after you left.  Supper with my daughter was
awkward, as I knew what she had done and I felt like she knew exactly what
I was feeling.  That evening, alone in my bed again, I masturbated myself
to not one, not two, but three orgasms, imagining it was me between your
legs, not my daughter.  I couldn't believe that instead of protecting my
daughter against your powerful sexuality, I was envious of her lesbian
opportunity."

"Do you want to cum, slut?" Karen asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I honestly replied.

"In front of your daughter?" Karen continued attempting to humiliate me.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, ashamed but defeated.

Pulling the toy out of me, a loud swish sound as it exited, she explained,
"Well, once you are done, I will fuck you to an orgasm."

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, unable to hide my excitement at the
opportunity of being fucked by the 18-year old Domme cheerleader.

I continued, still avoiding eye contact with my daughter, "So then, on the
weekend, while you girls were at your cheerleading retreat, I searched
Jenny's computer."

"Mom," Jenny gasped, "how could you?"

I looked at my daughter for the first time in a while, and answered
apologetically, "I'm so sorry, honey.  You know I have always respected
your privacy, but with the changes in you and the changes in me, I had to
know."

I could see the devastation of my betrayal in her eyes, oddly more than I
had seen when she first saw me in this sexual predicament.  She muttered,
"I can't believe you would do that."

Karen ended the drama. "Enough with the pretented shock Jenny. You knew I
was going to seduce and fuck your Mom, and you didn't do anything to stop
it."

It was my turn to be shocked. "You did?"

Jenny, now on the defensive, said, "That's not true.  Well I suppose it is,
but I never in a million years thought you would actually succumb to her
charm.  It was just way too preposterous notion."  She paused, looked at me
with a facial expression that confused me, and went on, "But apparently it
wasn't so preposterous after all."

My head was reeling with all of this new information, yet it didn't change
anything.  Whether Jenny knew or not, it was still me who submitted to
Karen.

Getting back to the story at hand, my utter submission to my daughter's
friend, I continued, "Anyways, as I searched Jenny's computer, I kept
getting surprise after surprise.  First, I found she frequently visited a
website called Literotica and read almost exclusively lesbian fiction.  I
read some of the stories she had saved on her hard drive and many were
similar, submissive lesbian stories.  My daughter was clearly a lesbian,
clearly submissive and clearly just beginning to learn about her sexuality.
I have to admit when I read the story Training Teacher, I actually came
hard, imagining myself as the teacher during that seductive parent-teacher
interview.  I copied the links to some other stories to read at a later
date on my own private laptop before continuing to search her computer.  I
eventually found some saved chats.  The more I read the more stunned and
shocked I became at what my baby, my sweet innocent Jenny, had been up to
right under my nose. I read chats from a Dr. Meg, who was clearly seducing
my daughter and read later chats of my Jenny attempting rather bluntly to
submit to some stranger online."

Karen, always one for shock value, announced, "Do you know who Dr. Meg is?"

"No, idea," I replied, although I was very curious.

"Your next door neighbour," Karen revealed.

"No!" I responded, visibly shocked.  Karen babysat for Meg. She had a young
child. It didn't seem possible.

"Yes," Karen rebutted, "isn't that so, Jenny?"

Jenny whispered, almost inaudibly, "Yes."

"And actually, she is Jenny's and my Mistress," Karen revealed.

I couldn't imagine someone more powerful than Karen, as I responded,
slightly dazed by yet another bombshell, "I don't believe it."

"Believe it, slut, you will soon be on your knees submitting to her too,"
Karen proclaimed.

Megan was a beautiful woman, one whom only a few days previously I had
considered as just a friendly, sweet neighbour. But now, with my naughty
side unleashed, I could imagine her exactly as Karen described, a powerful
Mistress to please.

"Would you like to submit to Megan?" Karen asked.

"Do I have a choice?" I responded.

"We always have a choice," Karen pointed out.

I realized she was right.  I could have prevented this submission from
occurring. But a dark side of me, a side I had held in check for a long
time, had finally come out of hiding, and once out, there was no going
back. "Yes, I suppose so," I responded, trying to avoid being too
committal.

Karen waved her hand dismissively, "We can talk about your submission to
your daughter's Mistress later.  Please continue your story."

I had to think briefly, to remember where I left off, before I continued,
"Well, I decided I would have to confront Jenny when she returned from her
cheerleading retreat, although I really had no idea how to go about it.  I
didn't want her to know I had been on her computer and reading her private
stuff.  Conflicted and confused, I shut down her computer and contemplated
how I would deal with this.  I still hadn't come up with a concrete plan I
liked when she returned last night. I had planned to deal with it today
somehow, but I guess that is rather irrelevant now."

"I would say so," Karen chuckled.

Ignoring Karen's chuckle and the implications that went along with it, I
continued my story, "So, that night, I must confess, I spent hours online,
reading story after story on the Literotica website, in the lesbian
section.  Occasionally, I would click on a story at the end of another
story that had similar themes.  This led me to the occasional group sex
story and, I hate to admit it, a few incest stories.  It wasn't the incest
that turned me on, but the utter submission of the mother that did.  For
example, I...no, never mind."

"You can't start and then leave us hanging," Karen teased.

"No, it's not important," I responded, attempting to make it seem like it
really was nothing.

"You don't want to be punished in front of your daughter, do you?" Karen
threatened.

"No!" I quickly responded, terrified at what the sexy but powerful teen
might do.  My face flushed with embarrassment, I admitted, "There was a
story called 'Mommies Make Good Puppies' and it was about a daughter who
dominated her Mom and made her her pet, like a puppy.  I can't explain it,
but such utter submission had me so wet, I ended up fucking myself with a
brush."

"You don't have toys?" Karen asked, flabbergasted.

"No," I admitted.

"Well, we will change that very soon," Karen promised.

"Ok," I agreed, although the smirk on her face had me slightly worried.

"So you fucked yourself with a brush fantasizing about being your
daughter's pet?"

"No, no, no," I adamantly denied, "I got off on the utter submission, not
the incest part."

"Sure, sure," Karen responded, dismissing my reasoning.

"No, really," I countered, desperate to end this incest talk, especially
with my daughter in the room.

"Jenny, would you like a new pet?" Karen asked.

My mouth dropped open, mortified at the question.  Jenny luckily had the
same mindset as me, "No."

"You sure? Mommy seems like she would be a good little pet.  A very
obedient little pet," Karen teased, clearly trying to humiliate me even
further.

Jenny shook her head, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.

Karen shrugged, looking directly at me, "Whatever.  So then what happened,
slut?"

Thankful the awkward incest conversation was over, I continued, "The next
day I did my best to avoid the temptation of my newfound libido, but I
ended up spending a few more hours on Literotica.  I learned I could search
my tags and searched under the lesbian category using tags like submissive,
blackmailed, domination, teenager.  I don't know how many times I got off
that day, but it was more than a dozen."

"Wow," Karen responded, impressed, "When the dam breaks, it really breaks."

I blushed again, although my face was probably stuck on ruby red
forever. Ignoring her comment, I continued, "Which I guess leads us to
today."

"Oh, yes it does," Karen responded, her sexual innuendo impossible to miss.

I paused, pondering how to even start the bizarre events that led to me in
this submissive predicament, this humiliating, yet utterly enthralling
submission.

"Let's go, slut, I don't have all day," Karen prodded.

I let out a sigh and began, "So that leads to how I ended up here."

"And your final submission as my slut," Karen gloriously added.

"Yes," I agreed, my shame burning so hot I thought I would look like I was
on fire.

"Anyways, there was a knock on the door just before twelve.  I was still in
my robe, having a very lazy Sunday, quite frankly.  I opened the door and
it was Karen in her usual cheerleading costume.  I told her that you were
out at the mall or something, but she said she was here to see me.  I
invited her in, confused at why she would possibly be here to see me."

"But your cunt knew, didn't it?" Karen vulgarly proclaimed.

"I don't know.  I don't think so, honestly.  It didn't hit me at that
moment what your intentions might have been," I admitted.

"So Karen came into my house and I offered her some iced tea.  She agreed
and I went into the kitchen to get some.  Karen followed and sat down at
the table.  Once I had poured the iced tea, I returned to the table and sat
down."

Karen pushed the toy fully into my cunt and demanded, "Close your legs,
slut."  I obeyed. The toy was now a major distraction.

I continued telling the humiliating story to my daughter, although I
changed my narration to tell the story with the dialogue as I remembered
it.

 I asked, "What can I do for you Karen?"

Karen smiled, "I need some advice."

"OK," I replied, "What's your problem?"

"Well, you may have guessed this already, but I am a lesbian," she
revealed, rather frankly.

I was slightly surprised by her secret, although in retrospect it made
perfect sense, although my first thought was to ask if she made my daughter
one too.  "That is ok, my dear, this is 2011," I comforted, knowing this
was a delicate situation.

"Oh, I know," she confidently responded, "It's just how do I tell my
Mother?  She will freak!"

"Hmmm," I pondered, "I don't know, but I have found that honesty is always
the answer, although at first there may be a rough patch."

"How would you respond if Jenny told you she was a lesbian?" Karen asked.

A week ago, it would have shocked me to my core. But now, I just assumed
she was. The evidence was all there.  "Well, I would support her, of
course.  I mean, being a woman in the world today is tough enough. Being a
lesbian in a man's world is even tougher.  I would hate for her to be an
outcast or ridiculed because of her sexual orientation."

"So you would be ok with it?" Karen questioned.

"Yes, although I'd rather her be straight and eventually get married and
have kids and all the other typical American family dream stuff," I
answered honestly, hoping that my daughter was just curious and not
actually gay.

"It's 2011, Mrs. Wyatt, she can still get married and have kids," Karen
pointed out, using my own words against me.

"Oh, I know," I agreed, but rationalized, "but it will still be tougher to
live in today's society as a gay couple."

She shrugged, before asking me a question I was not expecting, "Have you
ever had a lesbian experience, Mrs. Wyatt?"

"My goodness, no," I responded.

"Does such an idea disgust you?" Karen asked, her facial expression and
tone showing I had offended her.

"Oh, no, no, no," I tried to recover, "It's just I grew up in a much more
black and white time.  You met a boy, got married, had kids, and so forth.
Being a lesbian was like being from the wrong side of the tracks."

"So you have never thought another woman was attractive?"

"Oh sure, I mean I know when a woman is good looking.  I have often
compared myself to other women, especially when I was married and I saw my
hubby checking out younger women."

"But you never were tempted to do anything with one?"

"No," I honestly answered, confused at how this conversation had shifted
from being about Karen's coming out to my own non-lesbian lifestyle.

"Never?" she asked, her tone shifting in a way I can't explain, but implied
she thought I was lying.

I too quickly responded, "No, never."

At that moment, Karen spilt her still half-full glass of iced tea onto her
cheerleader's top. "Oh shit," she cursed, "I'm so clumsy.  If this stains,
coach will kill me. I have already wrecked one this year."

Instantly in Mother-crisis mode, I ordered, "Here, hand it to me. I'll
throw it in the wash."

She quickly obeyed and stunned me even more when I learned she was not
wearing a bra and her young, firm breasts were directly in front of me.  I
stood still in a slight daze, staring at her breasts.  Karen asked, her
tone innocent and sweet, "Is anything wrong, Mrs. Wyatt?"

Her words brought me back to reality and I stammered, pretending her firm
naked breasts had no effect on me, "N-n-n-n-no, nothing.  I'll go and throw
this in the wash."

I began to leave, but Karen said, "Stop.  I got some on my skirt too."  She
quickly slipped out of her skirt and was now in only beige thigh high
stockings and what appeared to be a pink thong.  I wordlessly took the
skirt and shirt and quickly rushed downstairs, my head a mess.  While I
tossed the clothes in my washing machine, I tried to get my head straight.
I couldn't erase Karen's breasts from my mind.  I took a deep breath and
chanted to myself, 'I am not a lesbian'. Finally confident in my
self-control, I went back upstairs.  Karen was still sitting at the kitchen
table, still half-naked.

"I better go and get you a robe," and quickly went to Jenny's bedroom.  I
returned and handed her the robe.

She stood up, "Can you put it on for me?"

A strange request, but wanting her covered up to prevent the impact it was
having on me, I obliged.  My hands shook slightly as I was so close to this
young girl who had caused me to question my sexuality.  She stood still and
once it was on, she turned around so she was eye to eye with me.  She
leaned in, I thought to kiss me on the lips, but instead kissed my cheek.
A tingle spread to my cunt and I desperately tried to ignore it.

She excused herself to go to the washroom and I waited, the whole time
trying to extinguish the fire that was getting hard to ignore.  She came
back down a couple of minutes later and sat across from me.  She returned
to our conversation, as if it didn't miss a beat.  "So you have
never...ever...thought about another girl sexually?"

"I didn't say that," I replied, attempting to make a joke about it.

"So, you have thought of a girl sexually?" she asked, her tone giving just
a hint of flirtation.

"I imagine every woman has at some point," I responded, attempting
desperately to make it seem casual.

"Ya think?" she smiled, as I confirmed to myself that she was indeed
flirting with me. While my head tried to resist the temptation, the fire
down below was getting harder to ignore.

I shrugged, desperately attempting to keep it casual, "Of course."

I heard a bump on the table and Karen curse, "Ouch, shit, I stubbed my toe
again."

"Are you OK?" I asked, motherly instinct again taking over.

"I think so, can you come and take a look?" she asked.

Without thinking, I dropped to the floor and took her stocking foot into my
hand.  "I don't see anything hurt, Karen. I think you..." I began and, as I
moved my head to look up, I saw her completely uncovered pussy, her robe
casually falling to the side.

"Do you like what you see, Mrs. Wyatt?" Karen asked, her smile giving away
any last innocence that may have existed.

"P-p-pardon?" I stammered, thrown by the sudden shift in context.

"You heard me, Mrs. Wyatt, do you like looking at my cunt?" she asked,
before adding "You sure seemed to the other day."

I began to stand up, but felt her hand on my shoulder.  "Don't get up yet,
Mrs. Wyatt. Take a good look at the cunt your daughter loves to savour."

Hearing her confirm my suspicions about my daughter sent a chill up my
back, but I obeyed and stayed on my knees staring at the teen's shaved
cunt.  It looked so inviting.  I couldn't explain it, but suddenly I wanted
nothing more than to taste my daughter's friend's cunt. I knew I should
stand up, end this silliness right now, but instead I just stared like a
teen boy at his first strip show.

"You want to savour it too, don't you, Mrs. Wyatt?" she teased, opening her
legs wider.

I didn't say anything, although the fact that I was on my knees, in my
kitchen, staring at her cunt, was probably the answer already.  I tried to
resist, to stand up, but I couldn't. I was helpless and completely at the
whim of this beautiful 18-year-old.

"Answer me slut!" she roared, startling me completely.

Being called a slut should have brought me back to reality. I was
definitely not a slut. But instead the harsh derogatory name had my pussy
getting damper. I stammered like a shy fool, "I-I-I-I don't know."

"You don't know?  Really?" she teased, sliding her finger inside her cunt.
I watched in voyeuristic awe as she pumped her finger in and out.  After a
few seconds, she pulled it out and brought it towards my lips.

Without even thinking, I leaned forward and opened my mouth.  She pulled
her finger back a bit, although her scent lingered just above my nose.
"Beg to suck my finger," she ordered.

I again could have prevented this; stopped my humiliating fall, but all I
wanted was to suck her finger, to taste her juice.  "Karen, can I please
lick your finger?"

"Are you sure?" she questioned, the sticky finger just lingering there in
front of me.

Each question slowly weakened me, "Yes."

"Yes what?" she asked.

"Yes, Karen?" I replied, unsure what she wanted me to say.

She explained, "As soon as your mouth touches my finger, you are mine.  I
will be your Mistress and you will be my slut.  My cunt.  My lez.  Is that
understood?"

The harsh reality she presented me had me reconsider my desire to submit to
her.  I was not a lesbian!  Or a cunt!  While I pondered this, she put her
finger back in her cunt, coating her fingers with her juice.  She brought
it to my lips, and said, raising the temptation ten-fold, "Just so you know
what you will be missing if you decline."

As soon as her finger touched my lips, I extended my tongue and tasted the
forbidden fruit.  I didn't know what I thought it would taste like, but one
subtle taste and I craved more.  I moved to satisfy my craving, but she
again moved it away.

"So you are ready to submit to me completely?" she asked.

"Yes," I whimpered without hesitation, my panties now sticky with my own
fluid.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Mistress," I announced, officially committing to a position I didn't
yet completely comprehend.

She rewarded me by putting her finger at my lips.  "Good slut, clean my
finger."

I obeyed, eagerly, like a puppy being rewarded for doing a trick.  I
savoured her juice, using my lips and tongue to get every drop of juice
from her finger.

Once done, she asked, "Do you want to get some directly from the source,
Jenny's Mommy?"

Throwing in my daughter's name was obviously used to shame me even more,
but I was in far too deep to back down now.  My eyes stared at the wet,
shining pussy directly in front of me.  "Yes, Mistress," I submitted.

Karen repositioned herself so her pussy was at the end of the chair and
only inches from my face.  "Do you like what you see?" she teased.

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, a slight moan escaping me.

"Are you wet, slut?" she questioned.

Humiliated, I shook my head in the affirmative.

"Give me your panties," she demanded, before adding, "actually, get naked
slut."

Mortified, I stood up, pulled open my robe and allowed it to drop to the
floor.  In only my nightie and panties, I felt instantly vulnerable.  No
one had seen me naked since my husband passed. I trembled like a drug
addict going too long without a fix as I struggled to get my nightie over
my head.  Once in only my panties, I hesitated.

"The panties too, slave."

The word slave had extra leakage dampening my panties for some unfathomable
reason.  I obeyed and she took my panties.  "Holy shit, slut, you are
soaking wet!  Why?"

"I don't know," I honestly answered standing naked in my own kitchen.

"Don't you?" she teased, pulling my hand, implying I should fall back onto
my knees.  Once on my knees again, she added, "I think you know exactly why
you are wet.  You want to be my slut, a lesbian sub just like your
daughter.  You are in exactly the same position your precious little dyke
daughter was just a few days ago...on her knees between my legs in this
very house.  Are you ready to submit completely?"

"Yes, Mistress, I will do anything," I admitted, attempting to ignore the
humiliating reality she kept reminding me I was in.

"I like that.  I like that answer very much," she purred.  "Go ahead slut,
taste your prize."

I leaned forward, full of trepidation, slowly.  The closer I got to her wet
cunt the more intoxicated I got with the scent alone.  Finally, after so
many years, I finally tasted my first pussy, and as soon as I did, I knew
there was no turning back.  I licked slowly at first, but once her pussy
got wetter from my tongue and the juices began to leak, I became determined
to get more and more juice.  I licked and I sucked.  I probed her pussy
lips with my tongue, penetrating her pussy with my tongue, wanting nothing
more than to bury myself inside her cunt.  Her whimpers became moans, and
after a few minutes of random licking and sucking, I felt her hand on the
back of my head, pulling me in deeper.  I was soon rewarded for my
eagerness with an explosion of her cum coating my mouth, lips and nose.
She held my face tight against her pussy till long after her orgasm had
subsided.  Once done, she said, "Well, you are an eager little beaver,
aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, oddly thrilled by her approval, my face sticky
with her cum.

"Crawl to your bedroom, slut, we are just getting started," she informed
me.

My pussy tingled with anticipation at the pleasure I desperately wanted to
feel.  I fell onto all fours like a dog and began crawling to my room like
a puppy, humiliation and desire tearing me apart. She followed me.

Once in my room, she demanded, "Get on your bed, slut and stay on all
fours."

I obeyed and watched, both disappointed and nervous as she left my room. My
nerves suddenly came flooding back as I wondered where she was going.  She
was gone a couple of minutes before returning, now wearing, a strap-on
cock.  I briefly wondered where she would have gotten such a toy, but
decided it no longer mattered.

She got on the bed, "Does my slut want to be fucked?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, wanting nothing more, partly because it had
been so long since I had been fucked and partly because of the utter
submission I was feeling at the hands of this powerful cheerleader.

Her plastic cock touched my pussy lips and I quivered just a bit,
definitely hornier than I had ever been in my life.  "My, my, you really
are one horny bitch.  Hard to believe you are a dyke virgin. Well, your
daughter was too until just over a week ago."

Every time my daughter was mentioned, my shame doubled, yet no matter how
much I knew I should stop this before it went any further, my desire to
come or please overtook it.

Without warning, she thrust the plastic cock deep inside my wet pussy and I
screamed, "Aaaaaaaaaah, yes."

While holding the cock deep in my cunt she asked, "Who owns you?"

My only desire was to come and the only way to come was complete submission
to this radiant, beautiful, powerful teenager, so I answered, "You are,
Mistress."

One quick thrust out and back in increased the sensation in my cunt.  "And
you will do anything I ask, my dyke?"

"Yes, Mistress, anything," I whimpered, just wanting her to fuck me,
ignoring the unknown consequences of such a commitment.

Three quick thrusts assaulted my pussy, bringing quick pleasure I barely
remembered ever feeling.

"Beg to come, slut," my new Mistress ordered.

Propriety long out the door, I pleaded like a nasty whore, "Oh Mistress,
fuck your slut, she needs to come so baaaaaaad."

Seemingly content with my words, she began to fuck me, hard and fast, with
purposeful thrusts that filled my pussy.  Each hard plunge into me had me
wetter and closer to my much needed orgasm.  As my moans got louder, she
suddenly pulled out and ordered, "Get on your back, slave!"

I quickly did, assuming she planned to continue fucking me.  Instead, I
watched as she tied my wrists with her thigh high stockings to my bedposts.
I stared at her in utter horror as my helplessness increased, as did my
desperate desire to come.  Once she had me tied to the bed, she took off
the strap-on and left the room, without a word.  Frustration filled me both
at my weakness and my need to come.  I waited over forty-five minutes at
least before she came back in drinking a glass of water and texting on her
cell phone.  Before I could react, she took a picture of me in the most
vulnerable and humiliating position I had ever been in.

She shrugged, "Just in case my slut ever decides to deny her place on her
knees as my slave."

She put the water down and left again.  I wondered if my humiliation would
ever end and suddenly realized that Jenny could be home soon.  I called
out, "Mistress, please untie me, Jenny could be home any minute."

Luckily, I thought, Karen came back in, but in her hand now was a vibrator.
She walked over and none too gently shoved it in my cunt.  I whimpered, my
desire to come overriding my worry instantly.  She straddled my face and
lowered her cunt onto my lips.  I began licking, as I assumed she expected,
when I heard the door open.

Calmly, Karen explained, "Be a good slut, whore, and I will allow you to
come. But there is no reason to hide your new role from your daughter. She
has a similar role.  Like daughter, like Mother, I suppose."

Defeated, and restrained, I accepted my role, the toy buzzing in me, as I
heard Karen call out, "Get your ass upstairs, Jenny!"  Karen rubbed her
pussy on my face, using my face and lips to get herself off.  I licked as
best I could in my suffocated state for another couple of minutes until I
heard Karen scream, way over the top, "That's it Mommy, I'm coming, lick
your Mistress's cunt, yesssss!" She collapsed forward, her cum dripping
onto my face.

I lay still, worried my daughter was in my room, yet distracted by the toy
inside me.  My worry was confirmed when Karen purred, "I bet you are dying
to know how this happened?"

My daughter was obviously stunned, as I did not hear one word escape her
lips.  The silence was broken by my new Mistress, our Mistress, who
demanded, "Mommy slut, tell your daughter how you ended up being my
personal plaything."

*****

"Which leads me to now.  I am so, so, so sorry, Jenny," I apologized with
both my words and my eyes.

Jenny stared at me, clearly stunned by what she had heard and witnessed.

Karen pushed me back onto my back and began pumping the toy in my pussy.
My long pent-up stress and much needed orgasm took control and I again
became not Jenny's Mom, but rather Karen's slave.  "Oh yes, Mistress,
please keep fucking me."

"Are you ready to come, slut?" Karen questioned, testing me in front of my
daughter.

"Yes, Mistress, I need to come so bad," I begged. She left the vibrating
toy lodged in me while she quickly tied my wrists to my bedposts again.

"In front of your daughter?" she questioned.

The answer should have been a clear no, yet my need to come superseded
logic and my daughter heard me moan, "Yes, Mistress, in front of my
daughter.  Make me yours completely in front of my daughter."

Karen returned between my legs and resumed pumping the toy into me and the
second she leaned in and took my clit into her mouth, I shuddered and
screamed as my long-awaited orgasm followed, "Oh yes, Mistress, I am
comiiiiiiiiing!"

Karen kept my clit in her mouth through my entire orgasm, easily the most
intense and fulfilling orgasm I had ever felt.  Yet, as soon as the orgasm
was done, shame overwhelmed me.  I had just submitted to my daughter's
friend in front of my daughter.  I was mortified.  I tried to move but
realized I was still tied up.  I asked, "Can you untie me, please?"

Karen asked Jenny, ignoring me completely, "How was your day, Jenny?"

Finally hearing her speak again, she said, "I accomplished my task, but it
was quite a challenge."

"You fucked Miss Morgan?" Karen bluntly announced.

"Yes, Mistress," my daughter replied, sounding identical to me.  I was
double shocked. First, at hearing my daughter call Karen Mistress like I
had been doing all day and secondly learning my daughter had seduced her
teacher, assumedly the one I had read about online.

"I want to hear all the juicy details," Karen said.

"Of course, Mistress, but can we go to my room? I have to also get ready
for a date," my daughter announced.  I was instantly curious about my
daughter's date.  A couple of weeks ago, I thought I knew everything about
my daughter, but now I felt like I didn't know her at all.

"With who?" Karen asked, her curiosity also piqued.

"Ashley," Jenny revealed, her voice implying her insecurity, which I still
could recognize.

Karen got off the bed, leaving the toy still in me, grabbed my daughter's
hand and began to leave my room. When she reached the door, she turned
around and looked at me and ordered, "Stay," and left, laughing out loud.

I lay there stunned, humiliated and exhausted.  How would I ever be able to
show my face to my daughter?  How would I regain her respect?  My mind
replayed the past couple of hours in my mind, and I was mortified by what I
had done.  What had I agreed to?  What had I become?  Each simple fall of
my submission flashed in my head. My shame slowly simmered as the buzzing
in my cunt began to take control.  I sighed, knowing I was no longer in
control. I closed my eyes, awaiting the unknown....

BEDDING THE BABYSITTER CH 6

Once in my room, I tried to erase the shocking scene I had just witnessed
from my mind. I simply couldn't believe my Mother had sexually submitted to
one of my friends...even though Karen had hinted at it over and over again.

Karen, still pretty much naked, said smugly, "I told you I could get her to
submit."

"So you did," I replied, unsure how I was possibly going to deal with
talking to my Mom now that both of our naughty secrets had been spilt in
such a revealing way. I was mortified by how my Mother had found out about
my sexual identity and I was stunned by her own story of submission. I
hadn't really had time to process all this information before I had to get
ready for my first date ever.

"She was even easier than I thought she would be," Karen said with a smile.

Trying to change the subject, not wanting to talk about my Mother's sex
life, I reminded her, "I finished my seduction of Miss Morgan."

"I can't fucking believe it," Karen responded, clearly surprised by my
success. "Do tell."

I retold the whole ordeal from the initial rejection, to the hands of fate
bringing us back together, to the inevitable climax when I went back to her
place.

"Wow," Karen said, impressed, "you are both the hunter and the prey."

I shrugged.

"The question is which of those are you tonight?" Karen questioned.

I reflected on the question. In every other sexual encounter it was clear
that I was the submissive, other than my seduction of Miss Morgan, I
suppose. But this was different. "I don't know."

Karen's phone rang and it was her Mom. "I'm at Jenny's. What? I was? Fine,
I am on my way." Karen hung up. "Apparently I was supposed to babysit my
little brother ten minutes ago. I have to go. I guess I better go and untie
your Mom."

"Good call," I replied, shaking my head at the obvious absurdity of my
Karen's last sentence.

She left and I in a tizzy over what to wear, how to act, and scared to deal
with my Mom, decided to go to Megan, the person who started it all, for
advice.

I knocked on her door and was thankful when she answered. Her genuine smile
told me she was happy to see me. "Well, hi Jenny. Max is going to freak
out."

A second later that prediction came true when Megan's son Max attacked my
legs screaming, "Wenny," It took fifteen minutes of playing before he
calmed down and I promised, "I will come back and play in a bit, but I need
to talk to your Mommy, ok?"

"Ok, Wenny," he agreed, watching some kid TV show I no longer was cool
enough to recognize.

Megan had poured iced tea for us and asked, "What is bothering you, Jenny?"

"How do you know something is bothering me?" I asked.

"Am I wrong?" she asked, her hand falling on my knee.

I unloaded all the sordid details of my life, the good and the bad and the
preposterous and my fear of how to deal with my Mom after what I witnessed
and she learned about me and my upcoming date.

Megan listened without interruption before responding. "Well, that is a lot
for any eighteen-year-old to deal with. But I am more concerned about
Susan."

"My Mom? Why?" I asked.

"Well, sure your Mom found out you are a lesbian, but she was just
humiliated in front of her only daughter, who has since left the house
without talking to her. I can only imagine how emotionally unstrung she
must feel right now," Megan pointed out.

"I am such a bad daughter." I sighed, tears beginning to form.

"No, you are an amazing young lady who is finally coming to grips with who
she is sexually. But you are lucky you found out when you were eighteen;
Susan is just learning now. You followed your natural instinct when crisis
or upheaval comes unexpectedly....fight or flight, and you chose flight."

"I need to go," I acknowledged.

"Yes you do. But remember she is probably very fragile right now. Although
she is the adult, right now it is your turn to be there for her. Talk to
her. Listen to her. Let her help you with our date," Megan instructed me,
her maternal side flowing out of her...no evidence of the sexy seductress
she was.

"Ok," I agreed, standing up, although still scared for the conversation I
had to have.

"Jenny, I am always here for you. I am a friend first, a Mistress second,
although I wouldn't mind seeing you soon for the latter," she smiled,
implying she missed the intimacy we shared.

"I would like that," I agreed and Megan wrapped her arms around me for a
warm embrace of security.

"Thanks," I said, when the long embrace ended.

"You are welcome, Jenny. I will always be here for you."

I left and returned home. I paused at my front door, still unsure what to
say. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to have a conversation I never
in a million years thought I would have.

Mom was vacuuming, which shouldn't have been a surprise. When she is
stressed, she cleans even if the house is already spotless, which it was as
yesterday was her usual cleaning day. I don't think she even heard me come
in until I said, "Hi, Mom."

She turned round and the sheer fear in her eyes broke my heart. I was
originally petrified to tell my Mom my true sexual identity and now it was
Mom worried about having a similar conversation with me. Her first words
were, not surprisingly, an apology. "Jenny, I am so, so, sorry you had to
witness what you did."

I replied, moving towards her, "I am sorry too. I unleashed her on you. I
am to blame."

"Oh honey, you are not to blame for my weakness and my loneliness," she
replied, tears already beginning to stream down her face.

Smiling, I officially came out to my Mother. "Well Mom, in case you had any
lingering doubts. I like girls."

"Only girls?" Mom asked clearly digging deeper without obviously digging
deeper.

"Yes, only girls. I have accepted that I am a lesbian, but was too scared
to tell you," I admitted.

"Why?"

"I just thought you are already a single Mother trying to raise a child on
your own, the last thing you needed was to learn I was a lesbian."

"Honey, I love everything about you. You know that, right?" Mom asked, her
tone heartfelt, and concerned.

"Oh Mom, I know. It was a silly insecurity, but I have only explored my
curiosity very recently," I explained.

"I understand," she said, before adding with a sad smile attempting to
lighten the heavy mood, "I too have only recently explored my curiosity."

"Touch?," I quipped back, before adding, "It is ok, Mom. You are allowed to
have sex."

"With my daughter's friend?" Mom asked, mortified by her actions.

"Well, it is not the most orthodox choice, but you really had no
choice. Karen is utterly irresistible," I comforted her with saying the
truth.

"And to be treated like a, like a, like a...." Mom couldn't even finish the
sentence.

"It's ok, Mom. I am a sub too."

"But I am your Mother!" she exclaimed, trying to cover herself with even
guilt for her actions.

"I know. But I am an adult too," I pointed out.

"I try to forget that."  Mom smiled. "It's tough seeing you grow up and not
need me anymore."

"Oh Mom," I said, giving her a hug, "I will always need you."

After a silence, Mom asked, "Well, now what?"

"Well, no more secrets," I suggested.

"Agreed," Mom concurred.

"Can I suggest something?"

"Sure, honey."

"You should go talk to Megan," I suggested.

"Ms. Cameron?"

"Yes, my real Mistress," I said and told Mom everything that had transpired
the past few weeks.

Once I had finished, Mom was silent before she finally said, "I don't even
know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, Mom, you just have to support me."

"Of course, honey," she softly replied, "it's just this has been a lot to
digest in one day. Both my predicament as well as learning my daughter is
gay."

"I know, Mom," I replied. Looking at the clock, I freaked out. "Shoot, I am
suppose to meet Ashley in twenty minutes and I haven't even started getting
ready."

"Well, what can I do?"

"Drive me," I asked.

"Of course, honey," she chuckled.

"What?"

"When the day started if someone would have told me I would be driving my
daughter on a date that would have surprised me. That it was a date with
another girl would have surprised me even more. Yet, after all that has
happened today...."

"I know Mom." I smiled."I know." I gave her a quick hug and kiss on the
cheek, before I hurried to my room and rifled through my closet. What to
wear on my date? If it was a date? Was it a date? Or was it two friends
going to a movie? Time being my enemy, I didn't have time to analyze what
it was or wasn't and focused on what to wear. I decided to stick to my more
provocative style I had worn since my transformation. A long plaid skirt,
thigh high stockings and a white blouse. My hair wasn't perfect, but it
would have to do.

I quickly texted Megan:

Mistress Megan,

I talked to Mom. I think we are cool if that is possible after today. Could
you please check on her.  She knows about you and I.

Pet Jenny

Megan texted back while I was in the car with my Mom:

Pet Jenny,

Oh my... she knows. How is she taking it?

Meg

I typed back:

Mistress Megan,

Fine...I think. I just think she needs an adult to talk to.

Pet Jenny

She responded:

Will do, sexy.

Meg

We drove in silence to the theatre while I texted. Once I put my phone
away, Mom asked, "Who you texting?"

"Mistress Megan," I admitted.

"Mistress," she repeated, still attempting to come to grips with what she
had done, "I can't believe how many times I have heard or said that word
today."

"Tell me about it," I joked, before warning "I asked Mistress to check on
you."

"You did?" she asked, instantly going red.

"Yes, she can help you sort out all your feelings like she did for me," I
explained.

"But she seduced you," Mom pointed out.

"She opened the door to who I am," I corrected. After a brief pause, I
added, "Plus, although she is a Mistress, she is above all a compassionate
woman. Promise me you will talk to her if she comes over or invites you
over."

"Ok," she reluctantly agreed.

At the theatre, Mom smiled. "Call me if you need me to pick you up."

"Will do," I smiled and have her a quick hug, like I had always done.

I watched her pull away and my anxiety instantly grew. Considering all I
had done the past couple of weeks, and the fact that Ashley and I had
already had sex, albeit under strange circumstances, I was incredibly
nervous. I entered the theatre and saw Ashley already there. She too had on
a plaid skirt, black stockings and a pink blouse. She looked so adorable,
so sweet and yet so sexy. I felt a chill go up my spine just looking at
her. I could tell though, that like me, she was nervous.

I walked over to her and she handed me a ticket. "I got here early to make
sure we got tickets," she said, handing me my ticket.

"Good call," I replied, before adding wittily, "two great minds think
alike."

"What?" she asked, confused.

"We could be fashion twins," I joked.

"I wanted to try to pull off what you have been lately," her tone implying
flattery.

"Well, that you did," I confirmed, "you look adorable."

"As do you," she returned the compliment.

"Well, it's settled. We both look adorable."

"Agreed," she laughed, her smile so radiant. "We are two hotties."

"Damn right," I laughed. "Now let's go get some snacks."

We waited in line and talked about cheerleading and the upcoming
competition in three weeks. Ashley flattered me. "I can't believe how
quickly you learned all our routines."

"Well, Ms Hopkins scares me. She is a drill sergeant."

"True, but she has a heart of gold underneath that intense exterior,"
Ashley pointed out.

I complimented her back. "And you are the silent leader of the group."

"Not really," she said, uncomfortable with getting praise.

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Seriously, this group would be lost
without you."

Suddenly there was silence as I carelessly made the first move by accident
and in case I had any doubts if this was potentially more than a date it
became obvious by the nervous awkwardness of the moment. Before I had time
to consider this, the cashier called next and I let go off her warm hand
and smiled, "What would you like?"

The moment passed, we ordered a big tub of popcorn to share and a couple of
drinks. Once in the theatre and seated, we both had time to consider our
feelings. We each grabbed some popcorn and ate as a way to avoid the
awkward conversation that we both were obviously insecure about. Suddenly
my phone rang and it was a text from Karen.

Karen: Have u fucked her yet?

I went instantly red.

Ashley asked, "You ok?"

"Yes," I replied, putting my phone on vibrate.

"Are you really going to the prom with Troy?" Ashley asked.

I shrugged. "It happened so quick. One moment I am a shy, nerdy outcast,
the next a popular cheerleader.  I never really had a chance to catch my
breath. We have not even talked other than at school."

"Do you want to?" she asked, her facial expression so insecure.

"I don't know. I have never had a boy interested in me, but now that I do I
realized something," I admitted, after a brief consideration.

"What is that?" Ashley asked, anticipating my every word.

"I am not really interested in boys. "I threw the hint out there, scared to
declare my confirmed lesbian status, yet hinting at it in a way to say I
was available to her. After a brief silence, I asked, "Are you going with
anyone?"

"I was supposed to go with Dixon, but we broke up last night," she
revealed, seemingly opening the door for me the same way I had for her.

"Oh," I replied, "how did that go over?"

She smiled, clearly not heartbroken by the ending of the relationship. "He
told me I was a cock-tease, a bitch and that I would regret dumping him."

"You dumped him?"

This time her hand went to mine and she revealed, "I have fallen for
someone else."

My face flushed again and I was briefly speechless. After a lingering
silence where the silence spoke wonders, I asked, tentatively, even though
every sign screamed yes, "Me?"

"Yes, you, Jenny," she admitted, playfully slapping my shoulder. "I always
questioned my sexuality, and the fact that I never remotely wanted to have
sex with Dixon only enhanced my doubt of my true sexuality. Dixon and I
never had intercourse. I gave him head a few times, but that was it and I
can't say that was even remotely appealing." After a pause she added,
"Other than the odd fooling around with the girls in hotels at cheerleading
competitions, I am rather inexperienced."

"I was too, until very recently," I admitted, hoping to make her less
insecure about her lack of experience.

"Jenny, I like you, I mean I like-like you," she admitted nervously,
putting her heart on her sleeve, her cheeks ruby red.

I didn't hesitate when I repeated her words, "I like-like you too, Ashley."

Her eyes lit up, her cautious smile broke wide open and ignoring the
quickly filling theatre, she leaned in and kissed me. The kiss was soft and
tender; cautious and sweet. It only lasted a few seconds, five maybe,
before we broke it realizing the setting for such intimacy was not ideal.

Our feelings now out in the open, we had a full movie to silently consider
the repercussions of our declarations to each other. I assume Ashley
pondered how her very Christian family would take the news, while my
worries went in a completely opposite direction. Even though Karen already
approved Ashley's and my relationship, I pondered how to deal with having
two Mistresses and a girlfriend? Did I actually have a girlfriend? Just a
couple of weeks ago I was a virgin and unsure of my sexuality and now I was
very confident of who I was. The lights dimmed, the first of many trailers
began and I suddenly was nervous to reach for popcorn. I wanted to just
hold her hand, but even after our declarations and our kiss, I was nervous.

After the first trailer, which I could tell you nothing about as my head
ping-ponged inside over my insecurity and excitement, Ashley, sensing my
anxiety asked, as she purposely dropped a couple of pieces of popcorn down
her very nice cleavage, "Do you want some popcorn?"

I blushed like I had so many times this past several months. "I would love
some."

I glanced around slyly, nervous of others seeing before I leaned over and
retrieved the popcorn pieces that were lingering on the top of her small
but well-showcased breasts. I returned to my upright position as Ashley
pointed out, unbuttoning one, then two, buttons on her blouse, "Jenny, you
missed a piece."

My mouth dropped open slightly before I quickly leaned over and retrieved
the lost popcorn piece from right between her breasts in her white lace
bra. I felt a rush, as I sat back up and chewed thoroughly the lucky piece
of popcorn. Ashley didn't fix her blouse as she offered me popcorn the
traditional way and returned to watching the movie with a sexy smile on her
face. I took some popcorn and, suddenly relaxed, I watched the trailers.

A few minutes into the movie, Ashley put the popcorn bag down and entwined
her fingers between mine. A chill electrified my spine and a sweet warmth
filled my body.

The next hour and half, give or take, was the simplest and most amazing of
my life. Everything just made sense. We watched the movie, both of us
content to just be together with our declarations and the indescribable
warmth that goes with it. Neither of us ever touched the popcorn again,
neither of us willing to let go to the security that went with just holding
hands.

As the credits inevitably ended, I felt a wave of disappointment, not
because the movie was done, but because our first date, this small ripple
of perfect time was ending. Real life was so much more complicated than any
one small moment of bliss that always ended. Instantly, even as we both sat
quietly as the credits rolled, I wondered: now what?

Eventually, we were the only two left in the theatre when Ashley finally
spoke, breaking the lengthy awkward silence, "So I guess we didn't eat much
of the popcorn."

The words came out of my mouth without thinking, "That wasn't what I was
hungry for."

A second later, when I realized what I had just said, I apologized. "I am
so sorry, I don't know why...."

My apology was stopped mid-sentence by Ashley's soft lips.

Her tongue parted between my lips and we were soon in a tender, passionate
kiss like nothing I had ever experienced. I imagined the fireworks above my
head exploding like in the movies as yet another chill of pleasure slid up
my spine. The kiss lasted only a fraction of a minute before the lights
began to flicker. Ashley asked, "Do you want to come over to my house for a
bit?"

"Sure," I eagerly agreed, my loins on fire even though I assumed there was
no way we would be able to do what I was craving.

Ashley took my hand, entwined our fingers again and led me out of the
theatre. A couple of people noticed, but I didn't care. I was a lesbian and
I no longer wanted to pretend otherwise. In a move totally unlike the old
me, I even blew a kiss to a guy who was watching us.

In the car, we drove in silence, both of us content with what we had shared
and admitted, although I was nervous and excited at the possibilities of a
relationship. It was hard to believe that this day started with me
attempting, failing and then succeeding in seducing Ms Morgan, was followed
by me walking in on my Mother being dommed by Karen and now I was
potentially in a real relationship. It was all so surreal, the kind of
stuff you read on Literotica, not the stuff that actually happens...yet it
all had happened and this crazy day was not yet over.

Pulling into her driveway, Ashley announced news that instantly sparked a
fire down below, her tone implying she was thinking the same thing I
was. "My parents are at some charity event and won't be home till late."

In the house, she suddenly was nervous and unsure what to do. I tried to
help by asking, not so subtlety, "So, where is your room?"

Her face went red, but it seemed to be the tiny push she needed. She
grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs and into her room. On the wall
were posters of various eighties bands. She apologized, "Sorry, I love the
eighties."

"Me too," I said, and began singing, "Wake me up before you go-go, don't
leave...."

She joined in and we danced and goofed off, allowing the awkward tension to
fade.

Exhausted and giggly, I fell on her bed. She looked at me. I smiled and
teased, "Come over here Ashley, I don't bite...hard."

She laughed nervously, but joined me. I looked into her eyes and she mine
and I leaned in for the kiss. She closed her eyes and our lips
touched. When we first had sex at the cheerleader's retreat it was amazing
and somewhat intimate, considering the circumstances and my position at the
time as a submissive for Karen. But now, just the two of us, it was
different. We kissed with tenderness, exploring each other's mouths. Her
hands began to unbutton my shirt, and the anticipation of more tingled all
over. Not wearing a bra, a chill went up my back as my blouse was
opened. Once she had my breasts uncovered, I returned the favour, pulling,
unbuttoning her blouse button by button.  Her lace push-up bra showcased
her small sculpted breasts. I reached around and unclasped her bra and
allowed it to fall between us. I smiled, "We have almost identical
breasts."

"Small, but perky," she shivered, feeling the same cold breeze.

"Let's warm you up," I offered, pushing her onto the bed. She pulled me
down with her and our breasts drew together, and we returned to
kissing. The heat picked up as the kissing became more raw and needy, each
of us melting into the other, until there was no more 'other'...two
becoming one.

Wanting to please her, I pushed her onto her back and moved to her
breasts. I spattered kisses all over her breasts, before teasing each
nipple with my teeth, not hard bites, but nibbles that made her breathing
increase. I slid my tongue down her toned belly, past her cute belly
button, before reaching her sweetness. I was greeted by a slight gleam on
her shaved pussy and a sweet aroma that I wanted to die in. I extended my
tongue and began licking, savoring each lick. Her moans increased quickly
and after only a couple of minutes of pleasure she begged, "Finger me,
Jenny, please."

I slid two fingers inside her hot pussy and her moans increased
exponentially. Shy, conservative Ashley left the room and was replaced by
horny animated Ashley. As I pumped my fingers in and out of her, she got
animated. "Oh fuck Jenny, harder, fuck my cunt harder."

I did, thrusting my fingers in and out as quickly as I could, but it wasn't
enough.

"Another finger," she begged and I allowed my three middle fingers to fuck
her.

"More," she moaned, "another, please."

I couldn't fathom another finger fitting into her pussy, but I added my
pinkie, which her cunt surprisingly easily allowed.

"Aaaah," she screamed, and I was thankful her parents were not home.

A minute later, Ashley clearly on the brink of orgasm, she surprised me
when she begged, "Fist-fuck me Jenny."

"Really?" I asked, not able to fathom my hand, although petite as hands go,
fitting inside her.

"Fucking do it!" she demanded, "fist-fuck my cunt now."

Her urgency startled me, but with trepidation I did, scared I would hurt
her. But like the four fingers, my fist slid inside her wet pussy rather
easily. Once in, she began bucking her hips on my fist, literally fucking
herself. I watched in amazed awe at how Ashley had transformed from a sweet
timid girl to a raging slut so quickly, before realizing I had done the
exact same thing in the past month.

Seeing her sweat, desperate to come, I leaned forward and sucked her
swollen clit into my mouth. That was the pebble that broke the dam, as
Ashley's legs wrapped around my head and she screamed, loud enough I was
worried the neighbor's would think she was being murdered,
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

She collapsed onto the bed as her cum sprayed out of her, like a broken
water fountain. I eagerly tried to catch all her sweet nectar, as all the
while I continued to fist-fuck my beautiful girlfriend. Her whimpers
continued for a long time, as did her orgasm. Finally she begged, "Please
stop, I have to pee."

I pulled my fist out, which was surprisingly harder than putting it in, and
Ashley scurried to the bathroom. As I lay in her bed, giddy with what had
just occurred and hoping she was going to return the favor, my cunt
tingling like there's no tomorrow, I heard the front door open and close.

I quickly searched for my clothes, just as Ashley returned to her room
freaking out. "Shit, shit, shit, my parents are home."

"It's ok," I said, trying to calm her down, "get dressed and they will
never know." I tossed her her skirt and she quickly pulled it on, just as I
finished dressing.

She quickly found her blouse and I made the bed, which was a complete
disaster, just as there was a knock on her door.

Her mom announced, "We are home, sweetheart. Can I come in?"

Ashley, her face still just fucked red, looked at me as I jumped on the bed
and opened a textbook, answered, "Sure."

Her mom came in, dressed in a beautiful red cocktail dress, looking like a
twin to Ashley, not a mother. "Oh, you have company."

Ashley was paralyzed, clearly not used to lying to her mom or almost
getting caught having lesbian sex. So I stood up and walked over to
her. "Hi, Mrs. Swanson, I am Jenny."

"Hi, Jenny," she replied cordially, adding, "we have heard a lot about
you."

"You have?" I questioned, playing all innocent. "I hope it was all good."

"Of course," she smiled, "well, I will leave you two alone. But it is
getting late."

"I was just leaving," I replied.

Once the door was closed, Ashley collapsed on the bed. "Oh my God, do you
think she knows?"

"How would she?" I asked. "It looked like two girls studying."

"I suppose," she sighed, looking so cute in her insecurity.

"But I should be getting home," I said.

"I am so sorry I didn't get to...."

I returned to her bed and I put my finger on her lips. "I'll take a rain
check." I kissed her, quickly wanting to remember her softness.

We went downstairs and after meeting her father and chatting shortly with
her mother about cheerleading, it was decided her dad would drive me home,
which was a disappointment as I wanted to spend more precious time with
Ashley.

Generic chit-chat later and I was home. I noticed the light was still on at
Megan's, but resisted the temptation to go over, even though my pussy was
still begging for attention. I figured I would have to pleasure myself the
old fashioned way...with my fingers.

Checking my phone before going in, I noticed three texts:

Karen: Answer me, slut!

Karen: I am going to punish you tomorrow, slut!!!

Ashley: Will you be my prom date?

My whole body warmed at Ashley's six words. My hand trembled as I typed my
response.

Ashley

I would LOVE to be your date.

Your girlfriend?

Jenny

I sat on my doorstep, eagerly awaiting a response from Ashley that didn't
come. I considered texting Karen, but I didn't even know where to begin so
I figured I would worry about Karen and her threat tomorrow. Today was too
perfect to ruin.

Ashley then texted me:

Jenny,

I can't wait!!! I really LOVE spending time with you and YES you are MY
girlfriend.

On cloud nine, I put my phone way and entered the house.

Once in the house, I went to the front room and was surprised for one last
time today. For the second time today, I saw my mother in a compromising
position...this time she was on her knees between the legs of Mistress
Megan.

Megan looked up, smiled at me and asked casually, as if my Mother wasn't
currently pleasing her, "How was your date?"

The end...