Date: Thu, 18 Mar 2010 01:06:58 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: Enslaving Laurie

Enslaving Laurie f/F Bnd  by Laura Davis

My name is Laurie Harmon and I'm an investigator assigned  to the district
attorney in Hampton County. I'm twenty-three years old and I  just joined
the DA's office after just two years on the police force in  Springfield. On
the 20th of May I was sent to investigate complaints of abuse at  Hampton
Hall, a private school for girls located in the northeast corner of the
county. The DA had received a series of anonymous letters that claimed the girls
were being abused by the staff.
I did some research before going out to the school.  First, I confirmed
that our state allows corporal punishment in the  schools.  The final decision
is up  to the board of education in each district.  Private schools, like
Hampton Hall, make  their own decision. The only requirement is that each
parent must sign a consent  form. I made a note to check consent forms on file
at Hampton  Hall.
My research on Hampton Hall indicated that it had a good  reputation.
It specialized in problem girls, girls who'd gotten in  trouble elsewhere,
girls whose parents couldn't handle them. Rich girls. The  school claimed a
100% graduation rate and their brochure claimed that 97.5% of  their
graduates went on to college. Tuition was a staggering $27,000 in 1998. I  couldn't
find a newer brochure at the library but I was certain it had gone up  over
the past few years.
I discussed my findings later that day with Harry Carson,  a fellow
investigator and my current lover. We were in the hot tub on the back  deck of his
house. Harry lives out in the county, n ten acres of land surrounded  on
three sides by state-owned woodlands. Harry's thirty-five and ruggedly
handsome. I was straddling his lap with his long, thick cock buried to the hilt  in
my cunt. He was fondling my small, firm breasts while I described my
findings. I was finding it very hard to concentrate and finally gave up  trying.
Later, in the kitchen I took up where I'd left off. Harry  was wearing
jeans and a t-shirt but I was still naked. He likes me naked and I  like being
naked when he's watching. I'm tall and slender and I have a nice,  athletic
figure (read: small boobs) and long nice legs.  My hair is black, my eyes
are brown, and  I have a smooth olive complexion. I'm on the borderline
between attractive and  pretty. At 5' 7", I'm a full head shorter than  Harry.
When I finished outlining my research Harry shrugged and  said, "Looks like
you've covered it. I've never been out there so I don't have  anything to
add. What time are you leaving in the  morning."
"About 6:00. I want to get there before classes  begin."
I was up and showered before Harry stirred. I dressed  carefully, bypassing
my usual man-tailored shirt and jeans. I put on my sexiest  French lingerie
- lacy silk bra (34b) and matching thong panties.  Then a pair of white
thigh highs and a  sheer white silk blouse.  Finally I  put on my one good
suit, a gray Armani with a short skirt that showed a lot of  thigh when I was
seated.
I arrived at Hampton Hall shortly before 7:00 a.m. The  school secretary
ushered me right in to Ms. Hunter's office. Ms. Hunter was the  headmistress
and had been for almost six years. She was an attractive blonde in  her late
thirties. We discussed the situation and she gave me a thick folder
containing copies of the consent forms signed by the parents. "We have 634
students and you'll find 634 valid consent forms in there. You have complete
access. I've assigned a student to escort you anywhere you want to do and I've
arranged an appointment with Ms. Jackson, our dean, at 10:00 a.m.  She's in
charge of discipline. Ah,  here's your escort."
I turned and saw a beautiful blonde girl standing in the  doorway.
Ms. Hunter waved her in and made the introductions. "Ms.  Harmon, this is
Jenny Stark. Jenny, this is Ms. Harmon. She's an investigator  with the
district attorneys office." We shook hands and Jenny sat down. Ms.  Hunter smiled
at her before continuing. "Jenny will show you around and answer  your
questions. She's a senior and has been with us for the full four years.  She's
scheduled for punishment at 10:00 and you'll be able to witness it. If  there
's anything else you need just call me."
It was a clear dismissal so Jenny and I got up and left.  The school
uniform was a crisp white blouse, a gray skirt, gray or white knee  socks. and
black penny loafers. Jenny was a stunningly beautiful girl with blue  eyes, a
perfect peaches-and-cream complexion, and long world-class legs. She was
about 5' 10" and had a very nice figure.  We turned left and walked slowly
down the hall while Jenny outlined the  school's history. Her voice was soft
and musical and I detected a slight trace  of a southern accent.
We glanced into every room we passed. The students were  quiet and
attentive. We continued on outside and watched a PT class playing  soccer. There
were three games going on simultaneously. I asked Jenny if she  played. She
grinned and said, "Yes, I'm on the varsity soccer, basketball, and  lacrosse
teams."
I returned her smile. "Why are you being punished  today?"
She glanced down at the ground and blushed. "I got caught  kissing another
girl." She gave me a quick look and when I didn't respond she  continued,
her voice soft. "It was a dare. Kate's a teammate and everyone knows  she's
a lesbian. A couple of the kids dared me to kiss her at practice. I did  and
I got caught. Now everyone thinks I'm gay too."
"Are you?" It just slipped out and I could have bitten my  tongue off.
She suprised me by grinning. "Yes, but I didn't want  anyone to know."
"So what's your punishment going to  be?"
Her smiled disappeared. "Twenty strokes with a cane. On  my bare butt."
We continued on, reentering the main building by a  different door.
We went up to the second floor and visited several  classrooms, sitting in
the back to listen for a few minutes in each room. Then  we visited one of
the dorms where students lived 3 and 4 to a room. The rooms  were spacious
and clean. We visited Jenny's room and she sat down on her bed. I  sat across
from her and we talked for a few minutes. "I was a real bitch when I  got
her. Totally out of control. I was punished almost every day for the first
couple of months. And then I realized that they weren't going to change so I'
d  have to change or continue to be spanked almost every  day."
I watched her while she talked and suddenly I realized  that I was very
attracted to her. It was a shock because I'd never been  attracted to another
woman. Jenny was adorable. I wondered what it would be like  to kiss her, to
stroke her sleek, bare thighs. Even her knees were pretty! I  wondered why
she wasn't in New  York, making a fortune  modeling.
I didn't realize I asked the question aloud until she  smiled and said, "I
was a model when I was thirteen and fourteen. That's what  caused my
problems. My parents sent me here to get me out of that environment."  She
shrugged, "I hated it at first but I'd probably be dead now if they hadn't  sent
me here." She glanced at her watch.  "Oh, shit! It's almost 10. Let's go. I'
ll get ten extra strokes if I'm  late."
We arrived at Ms. Jackson's office with seconds to spare.  Ms.
Jackson was a slim brunette in her early  forties. Jenny introduced us and
then Ms. Jackson escorted us into the  punishment room. She explained that
allowable punishments ranged from five  strokes with a paddle to thirty
strokes with a cane. "All students have periodic  physical exmainations and they
are seen by the nurse immediately following  punishment."
The punishement room was a small, bare room with a single  table on one
side of the room and a padded vauting horse on the other. "We use  the horse
when students require restraints. Jenny was very familiar with the  horse when
she first arrived." She glanced at Jenny and said, "Get  ready."
We watched as Jenny walked over to the table. She lifted  her skirt and
tucked it into her waistband. Then she lowered her cotton panties  down to her
knees before leaning over the table, supporting herself on her  forearms.
Her ass was as beautiful as the rest of her body. Ms.  Jackson selected a cane
and aproached the  table. I stood to one side and watched. Jenny grunted as
the first blow landed.  By the third she was whimpering in pain, by the
fifth she had tears streaming  down her face. Each blow resulted in a loud "
owwwww"! By the tenth she was  sobbing like a baby, screaming as each blow
landed. Her ass was red and  crisscrossed with welts. After twenty she
sraightened up slowly, sobbing as she  reached back to touch her sore bottom.
After a moment Ms. Jackson said, "Go and kneel in the  corner. Put your
clothes in the closet." I watched in silence as Jenny removed  everything but
her blue knee socks. She walked over and opened a hidden closet  and hung her
things on hangers. Then she walked over to the far corner and got  down on
her knees. She laced her hands behind her neck and crossed her ankles,  her
knees spread for balance.
Ms. Jackson glanced at me. "She'll stay there until she's  regained her
composure. Then she'll go to the nurse." She paused then asked if  I'd seen
enough.
I nodded. "Yes, I think I have. Your punishments can be  harsh but I don't
think they constitute abuse."
She smiled. "Is that it  then?"
I shook my head. "There's one more thing." I paused and  glanced at Jenny.
She was still crying softly. I took a deep breath. "I want to  experience
the same thing Jenny just went through. For my report, of  course."
Ms. Jackson smiled and nodded. "Of course. Let me get a  release for you to
sign." She left and returned a moment later with the form. I  signed it and
she set it aside. "Please prepare yourself Ms. Harmon.  I think you'd
better hang everything in  the closet. Tears might stain the silk."
I walked to the closet and slowly undressed, hanging each  item carefully
on a separate hanger. I slipped off my pumps but left my thigh  highs on. I
walked back to the table, blushing as Ms. Jackson calmly surveyed my  nude
body. My nipples hardened in the cool air and my breasts bounced gently  with
each step. She directed me into the proper position and then she whipped me
with a fresh cane. I heard the swish and then experienced an incredible
jolt of  pain, worse than anything I'd ever felt in my life. It felt as if I'd
been  branded! I wanted to stop it right there but I was too stubborn. I
started to  cry immediately and I was sobbing hysterically by the sixth
stroke.  Ms. Jackson paused and asked me if I  wanted her to stop. I wanted her to
stop but I shook my head and whispered, "No!  Finish it. No matter what I
say after this."
I screamed as each stroke landed. After three or four  more I began to beg
for mercy. I begged her to stop but she ignored me. I took  the full twenty.
I was sobbing like a baby when I dropped to my knees next to  Jenny. Jenny
left a few minutes later. I spent nearly thirty minutes on my knees  before
I calmed down. Ms. Jackson escorted me to the nurse's office. It was two
doors down the hall. She had me remove my stockings and put them in the
closet.  Then she held my arm in a firm grip and walked me down the hall. I was
nude and  girls were hurrying between classes so the hallway was crowded. It
was totally  humiliating but I realized it was very effective. Not many girls
would want to  make that walk a second time.
Jenny was long gone when I entered the nurse's office.  She had me stretch
out face-down on an exam table. She rubbed some anesthetic  cream on my sore
butt and the pain started to fade almost immediately.  Then she had me
stand up while she  listened to my heart and lungs.  Finally, she took my
temperature. With a rectal thermometer. She dipped  it in Vaseline and I blushed
as she spread my buttocks and slipped the  thermometer into my bottom. My
temperature was 99 degrees. The hall was empty  when the nurse walked me back
to Ms.  Jackson's  office.
I got dressed under Ms. Jackson's watchful eye. Then I  shook her hand and
thanked her for everything. The anesthetic started to wear  off before I got
back to the office and the last twenty minutes were agonizing.  I stopped
at a drug store and bought some. I had to apply it hourly for the rest  of
the day. I filed my report exonerating the school and then took the rest of
the day off.
I called Harry and left a message on his answering  machine. I told him I
wasn't feeling well and was going to take a couple of days  off.  I told him I
'd call him when I  felt better. I knew he'd respect my privacy. He'd call
but he wouldn't come  over, wouldn't see the welts on my ass and start
asking questions I didn't want  to answer.
Harry called about 7:30 and we talked for ten minutes. At  8:15, my
doorbell rang. It was Jennifer. I opened the door and slipped inside.  "How'd you
find my address? It's not listed."
She smiled. "It's good to see you, too, Ms.  Harmon."
I locked the door and sighed. "It's nice to see you,  Jenny. Call me
Laurie. Now, how'd you find me?"
She grinned. "Simple. I looked at your driver's license  while you were in
the nurse's office."
I shook my head. I'd have to be more careful. "Why are  you here?"
"I wanted to see you, see how you are." She glanced away  and blushed. "I'
m attracted to you."
She was wearing her uniform and looked adorable. "You  can't be.
You're just a child."
She bristled. "I'm eighteen and I graduate in a couple of  weeks.
I'm not a child." She stamped her foot for emphasis and I  couldn't help
grinning. Which only made her madder. "Look my in the eye and tell  me you'
re not attracted to me."
I looked her in the eye and did my best to lie with a  straight face.
"I'm not attracted to you, Ms.  Stark."
She smiled. "With all due respect, you're a lying bitch,  Ms.
Harmon."
We stared at each other in silence for a few moments.  Then I shugged. "I'
m busted. You'e right, I am attracted to you. Who wouldn't  be? You're
stunningly beautiful and you seem like a nice girl. But I'm not  gay."
She stepped forward and put her hands on my shoulders.  "That's okay.
Only one of us has to be." Then she kissed me. Her lips  were soft and her
tongue insistent. I moaned and opened my mouth, leaning  against her. She
hugged me close while her tongue darted around inside my mouth.  It was the
most erotic kiss I'd ever experienced!
I was wearing a skimpy little tank top and loose cotton  drawstring shorts.
I had a bra on but no panties because my butt was still too  sore. I was
barefoot. She undressed me right there in the front hall. I resisted  for a
moment but stopped after she slapped me. It wasn't a hard slap but it  stung.
I dropped my hands to my sides and stood quietly while she stripped me.  She
cupped my breasts and teased my nipples erect with her thumbs. I moaned
with  pleasure and she chuckled.
A few minutes later I was on my knees beside my bed,  watching her undress.
Her beautiful butt was back to it's normal color but the  welts were still
prominent. I was intrigued by her total lack of pubic hair. Her  vulva was
smooth and bare, her sex shockingly visible. I rested my hands on her
perfect thighs and bent to kiss her right knee, then her left. Then I rested my
forehead against her knees and she ruffled my hair. "Don't know what to do
next,  do you?"
I shook my head. "I know what to do, I'm just scared to  do it." She
spread her legs and I sighed and rubbed my cheek against the soft  skin of her
inner thigh. "God, your skin is like velvet!" I glanced up at her.  "You've
got to be the most beautiful girl in the world. I don't know whether to
make love to you or worship you."
She leaned and kissed me. "No reason you can't do  both."
I kissed her high on the inside of her right thigh. "I'll  probably go to
hell." I kissed and licked her soft inner thighs while she moaned  with
pleasure. She was wet by the time I worked my way up to her sweet little  pussy.
I inhaled the musky scent of an aroused female for the first time and
loved it. I ran the tip of my tongue up the furrow between her labia and enjoyed
 hearing her whimper with pleasure. She tasted tangy and slightly salty and
I  pushed my tongue into her looking for more of her juice. She tangled her
fingers  in my hair and pulled my mouth against her pussy. "Oh! My! God!
Yes!  Eat me! Oh, please, eat  me!"
Despite my lack of experience I managed to bring her to  orgasm within a
few minutes. She clamped her tights around my head when she came  and I
thought she was going to suffocate me. Afterward, she stretched out on her  back
and I cuddled up next to her with my head resting on her flat, firm belly.
Her full breasts, slightly flattened by gravity, rose in front of me, her
pink  nipples hard and pointy. After a few minutes I planted a kiss on her
belly and  then sat up. She smiled lazily and whispered, "You're mine,  now."
I nodded. "How am I going to tell  Harry?"
"You don't have to tell him. We'll show him." She refused  to elaborate
any further. She just told me to call Harry and invite him over for  dinner
the following night.
I had my doubts but one doesn't argue with one's own  personal goddess. I
kissed her foot and whispered, "Yes,  mistress."
She'd signed out for the weekend so she stayed with me  that night.
She was 18, legally an adult so I had no qualms about  having her sleep in
my bed. I woke up from a very erotic dream and moaned with  pleasure as
Jennifer's tongue found my clit. I screamed with pleasure when I  came. She
rubbed my belly gently until I fell asleep  again.
Saturday was a busy day. We were up at 7:00 and out of  the house by 8:30.
Jennifer had brought a small suitcase and she was wearing  exercise clothes
- a sportbra, a cropped tank top, loose nylon shorts, socks,  and Nikes. I
wore a t-shirt, jeans, and sandals. No bra, no panties. Our first  stop was a
beauty salon that took walk-ins.  Jennifer had them cut my hair short,
very short, transforming me from an attactive young woman to a cute tomboy. She
 also have them give me a complete bikini wax. She held my hand while they
pulled  the strips of cheese cloth, ripping my pubic hair out by the roots.
It hurt but  nothing like getting caned. The woman who waxed me was curious
about the welts  on my butt. Jenny smiled and told her I'd been a bad  girl.
Next stop was a small jewelry store run by a slender  redhead in her late
twenties. Her name was Kate and she and Jenny were old  friends.  They hugged
and kissed and  then Jenny introduced me. "This is Laurie.  She's mine. I
want you to pierce her nipples." She glanced at me and  said, "Take your
t-shirt off."
Kate examined my nipples while I stood there, blushing  furiously.
"She's got nice nipples. There won't be any problems.  Pick out a nice
pair of rings. I'd suggest silver for contrast." We left twenty  minutes later
and I had delicate silver rings hanging from my nipples.  Jenny had
promised to bring me back  later to have my labia and clit pierced.
Our next stop was a fetish shop where Jenny bought me a  collar and a
leash. She also bought leather cuffs for my wrist and ankles. She  selected a
paddle, a leather strap, and several canes. I shivered and whispered,  "Please,
don't buy canes."
She smiled. "Be a good girl and you don't have to worry  about them.
I will use the paddle and the strap as soon as the welts  on your butt fade.
" She also bought gags and nipple clamps, a big strap-on  dildo, and a butt
plug made of stainless steel. I began to get a glimmer of what  had
happened to her in New  York when she was modeling.
That night, when Harry arrived, Jenny answer the door and  ushered him in.
I was on my knees in the hall. I was nude and my body gleamed  with oil. I
was collared and cuffed and gagged with a big penis gag.  There were weighted
clamps on my  nipples. The butt plug was in place.  My wrists were cuffed
behind my back and a leather strap around my arms  pinned my elbows together.
I was in pain and it was obvious.  Tears trickled down my cheeks. Jenny
picked up my leash and said, "She's mine now." Harry turned and walked out
without a word. I haven't seen him since. He left the DA's office, sending
his  resignation in by email.
That was more than six weeks ago. Jenny graduated on the  19th of June and
I attended. Her parents didn't and I could tell that  it hurt her even
though she refused to admit it. When I tried to get her to talk  about it she
whipped me until I begged for mercy. Then she held me on her lap,  stroking me,
until I calmed down. She can be very cruel but most of the time  she's
loving and kind. There's no doubt that I'm her slave and if I push the  limits
she can bring me back into line with one word:  cane.
She took me back to the jewelry shop at the end of June  and had my labia
pierced and fitted with stainless steel rings. I have a  stainless steel ring
through my clit hood and a tiny stainless steel stud  through the base of
my clit. It keeps me in an almost constant state of sexual  arousal.
Jenny will be leaving for college in a few weeks, an Ivy  League school,
and I'll be going with her. My resignation is ready and I'm just  waiting for
her to tell me to submit it. Jenny's grandmother left her a huge  trust
fund and she's richer than god. That's one of the things that rankles her
parents, having Jenny be far richer than her  father.
Jenny's far from perfect. She can be a stubborn bitch  and, like I said,
she can be cruel. Inventively cruel. Physically, she's as  close to perfect as
a human can be. I love to watch her when she's asleep. I  love her and
always will. I also adore her. I love to curl up on the floor while  she's
watching television, or reading, and have her put her bare feet on my  belly or
my butt to warm them. I also love to stretch out on my belly and lick  her
feet in worship.
College will be interesting. She's very smart but she can  be lazy.
I'm trying to figure out how to keep her nose to the  grindstone without
having her take the cane to my butt. She's leased the  penthouse apartment in
a luxury building just off campus. She's already gotten a  waiver from the
requirement that all freshmen live in a  dorm.
Oh, well. It should be an interesting four years.