Date: Fri, 01 Oct 1999 06:23:00 GMT
From: Rita Saxil <saxil@hotmail.com>
Subject: Miss Hartleys School for Girls

Miss Hartleys School for Girls

Chapter 1: Introduction to submission

When I was 15 years old my parents decided to move me to another
school. They wanted to correct my `errant ways', as they expressed it, and
therefore decided on a school that stressed the aspect of discipline. In
addition they wanted an all girl school, to avoid me having problems with
boys. They did not know that I wasn't really interested in boys. My sexual
fantasies mainly concentrated on a few older girls, whom I dare not
approach, and I had only vague ideas about what girls could do together
sexually. Anyway, my parents chose Miss Hartleys School for Girls, a well
renowned and secluded school in the country.

I was very taken with the buildings when I arrived with my parents. The
school complex was built in red brick and was from the turn of the
century. The grounds were well kept, and I noticed a stable, and what
looked like a spacious gym. My parents took care of the formalities, and
quickly left, leaving me alone with the impressive Miss Harley.

Yes, impressive she was. Thirty-ish and full bodied, some would say
lush. Dark, long hair collected in a tight bun. Brown eyes and a deep,
slightly hoarse voice. She was dressed elegantly but subdued in a grey
silken shirt with long sleeves, a long black skirt and very high-heeled
black leather shoes. She looked me over carefully, taking her time, and
making me feel acutely embarrassed.

`Well, Rita. Welcome to my school'

`Thanks'

`Hmm. We are somewhat particular here, young lady, in the way we expect our
girls to address the staff here. I'm your headmistress and you are to
address me as Mistress Hartley. Is that clear?

`Yes, Mistress Hartley'

`Good. Now we have a system here for new girls. You see, you'll be assigned
to an older girl. She will take care of you during the first part of your
stay here, and you will live in the same rooms. You must, however, also be
of help to her, and in fact act as her part time maid'

`I..I don't understand, Mistress Harley'

`Oh, you will me dear. I've already chosen a girl to be assigned to you,
and she will introduce you to all our rules here. Her name is Carol, and
I'm sure you two will get along fine.'

She touched a concealed button beneath her desk, and shortly afterwards a
girl, some years my senior, entered. She was tall, well trained, with a
full bosom beneath the white linen of the school uniform shirt. Her hair
was dark, cut short, and framed a face with high cheek bones and smoldering
dark eyes. Mistress Harley introduced us, and told me the first rule:

` To you Carol is Mistress Carol. You have certain.. duties to perform, and
this title makes it clear were your place is.  However, Carol will make
certain you fit in, and help you with your school work. This arrangement, I
feel, helps the new girls to find their place, and it works both way. I
sure you'll benefit from Carol's experience.'

I was overwhelmed and rather anxious at this welcome, and the system
consisting of having an older girl as `Mistress'. Carol however, seemed a
very pleasant girl, and smiled encouragingly at me.

Miss Hartley then dismissed us, and Carol took me to her rooms, which were
surprisingly spacious and well furnished. I commented on it.

`It comes with the territory', she replied briefly

` Once we become Mistresses in our own right, we are also given an
apartment such as this. Come, dear, let me show you around'.

The apartment consisted of a living room, with a comfortable couch, a low
table and a small dining table with four high-backed chairs around it. A
thick, beige carpet covered the floor. Adjacent to the living room was a
small kitchen, and a sleeping room occupied by a large four-poster double
bed, with black sheets and cover. Beside the bed was a narrow pallet, with
wooden posts and simple, white bedclothes.

` This is where you sleep, Rita', Carol said and pointed to the pallet.

I had not really expected to sleep with Carol in the large double bed, but
I was still disappointed. The simple pallet looked extremely
uninviting. The bathroom was clean and large and contained a good-sized
bathtub, as well as a bidet.

We went back to the living room, and sat at the dining table while Carol
explained what was expected of me, as a newcomer to Miss Hartleys School
for Girls, and as her ´assistant' or `servant'.

`We have a rather special system here', she started her explanation, all
the while looking somewhat searchingly at my face.

'You see, Rita, we get quite a few students like you. Girls who have had
problems in the schools they've been in before. Disciplinary
problems. Girls sent to us by parents or custodians, or the authorities, in
order for them to learn discipline, humility and self-awareness.'

She looked me directly in the eyes, pursed her lips, and let her gaze stray
down to my bosom, where my brassiere was plainly visible through the thin
cloth of the school uniform shirt.

`One of the ways we do this, is by attaching new girls to senior students,
in order to serve them, and learn from them. And you have been attached to
me, Rita'

`Yes' I answered, `and what am I expected to do?'

`Whatever I demand' Carol caught my eyes again.

`You must answer to my every need, and follow every rule I set down for
you, within the walls of this apartment. Outside you simply follow the
normal school rules, as does everybody else. But here I am your Mistress
and hence you must obey all of my whims. Otherwise I will contact Miss
Hartley, and with your track record you'll probably be sent of to juvenile
detention' She raised her voice slightly ` Is that clear Rita?`'

I didn't answer immediately. It felt strange sitting here, with a
beautiful, older girl at the opposite side of the table, threatening me
with prison if I didn't comply with her slightest wish. And I didn't have a
clue, as to what she would demand of me - cleaning probably. Cooking
perhaps. And I hated both. But she did have a point - I had very little
choice, especially after my last series of shopliftings. Everybody, except
Miss Hartleys School for Girls, had given up on me. And although Carol was
threatening me, it actually felt comfortable to have somebody make
decisions for you.

`Look at me, girl' Carol now demanded. Softly, but with steel audible in
her voice.

I had been staring blindly at the polished tabletop, and now raised my head
slowly, to find dark, hard eyes staring into mine.

`You really have no choice you know.' the softness in her voice grew more
apparent, and there seemed to be some compassion in her eyes.

'But I'll take good care of you. You've been a very naughty girl, but I'm
sure I can correct that'

She paused.

`You need to know my main rules, as a start. I am not going to repeat them,
so listen carefully, and remember the consequences if you forget. And the
first rule, Rita, is always to answer when spoken to, and always to call me
by my full title, which to you is Mistress Carol. Do you understand?'

I looked at her, her full lips were slightly parted, and her face, framed
in short black hair, was flushed. She looked absolutely stunning, and I was
suddenly not in any doubt what so ever. I looked straight into her eyes and
responded:

'Yes I do, Mistress Carol'

It felt easy, was almost a relief. A slight smile came and went on Carols
face. Frosty sunshine in winter.

`Good girl. Continue that way, and you'll do well'

`I'll try my best, Mistress Carol'

The response came naturally, and a tingle started somewhere in the lower
part of my spine.

`OK', she became businesslike and brusque again. `The rest of the
rules. You may never leave these rooms without my explicit permission. You
must dress as I order you to. Outside you must of course wear the school
uniform, but what you have on beneath the uniform is up to me to decide. Is
that clear?'

`Yes, Mistress Carol'

I felt warm and strangely excited by this. Not to be allowed to choose my
own underwear, was something I'd never imagined could happen to me. But I
realized I did not find the idea repelling. From what I could see of Carols
bra, which was silky and lacy, she had excellent taste in underwear.

`Good. Now you have your duties, of course. You must keep the apartment
spotless and tidy, and up my standards. Which are high. You must also
assist me personally, as a maid. That is help me with dressing, bathing,
make-up and such matters. You wont really have any free time, but must
always be on call. School work, though, will have a high priority, and I'll
help you with your homework.'

`Thank you, Mistress Carol'.

This was something I hadn't expected. But then: I had expected none of
this.

`Now, before I continue, I want you dressed right. Stand up, Rita, and take
your clothes off.'

`All of them?'

I was not really comfortable with the idea of stripping in front of this
imposing girl.She sighed audibly.

`Yes, girl, all of it. And I do not like to have my orders questioned. When
I order you to do something, you do it, or suffer the consequences. And you
don't talk back to me!'

I felt I had failed her somehow, and quickly responded:

` No, Mistress Carol, I understand'

` Good. Then proceed'.

She settled back, and watched me closely, as I stood up, and started to
undress.

I felt uncomfortable, with Carol watching me, but nonetheless bent down to
remove my shoes.

`Turn around girl' Carol commanded.

I was confused, and straightened up, flustered. Again that sigh.

`I want to watch your arse, while you take your shoes off. Now turn your
back to me, bend down and go ahead'

I felt my cheeks flush , as I realized that Mistress Carol would actually
take pleasure in watching me. I felt proud - but also nervous and very,
very shy. So I was hesitant, and waited a long moment, as my Mistress held
my gaze, before I turned, and bent down, thus exposing my ass to her
inspection. The room suddenly felt hot.

`Mmm- that's nice, girl. Hike up your skirt a bit'

I did as she asked, exposing my upper thighs, and the plain cotton panties
I was wearing. Mistress Carol was silent, so I simply took off my sneakers,
and the white socks I was wearing with them, and stood up again, and turned
to face her.

`Did I ask you to stand up again?'

`Nnn.., no, Mistress Carol'

`So: Bend down again, and wait for my instructions. I can see, that you
need serious training in how to behave when undressing in front of your
Mistress.'

`Yes, Mistress Carol', I responded, and bent down again, and discovered to
my surprise, that I enjoyed playing this little game. Being ordered to show
my arse to a girl, a few years my senior, whom I hadn't seen until about 30
minutes ago, actually exited me tremendously. And I was looking forward to,
whatever else she had in store for me.

`Remove you skirt and bend forward again. Touch your toes.'

I felt the cotton panties stretch tightly over my bum, waited expectantly
for the next demand. Instead I heard her stand up, and walk towards me.

`Stand still, Rita', she said, and I suddenly felt her cool hand on my
arse.

She deftly exposed both my ass cheeks and drew the panties tight between
them. I gasped as I felt the tightening over my cuntal area, and the
coolness on my nether cheeks.

Carol sat down again, and there was a drawn out silence, while I waited,
with some trepidation, for what her next pleasure would be.

`Very well, stand up, and face me'

I did so, with the panties still bundled up in my ass crease, and with
downcast eyes, afraid to look her in the eyes.

`Look at me, Rita' - sotto voce.

I looked at her, and saw a slight, but warm smile on her lovely face.

`You're enjoying this, aren't you?'

I could not answer that question. The implications were much too
frightening to consider. So I could just stutter

`I...I don't know, Mistress Carol'

Laughter.

`Ahh- but I do, my dear. I do.'

Then like a whiplash: `Take off your shirt and bra.'

I did, thus exposing my slight, not yet fully developed breasts, and felt
the nipples harden, embarrassing me, but definitely pleasing my Mistress.

`Hands behind your neck'

I did as she told me, further exposing my naked breasts and causing the
hardening nipples to stick out even further.

`Mmm- you are indeed enjoying this. Perfect. You do please me, Rita.'

Her eyes bored into mine, and I felt a thrill envelop my body, and a
hotness in my cheeks.

`You please me so much in fact, that I'll do you the honor of removing your
panties'

She approached me, and crouched down in front of me, her face close to my
crotch. Her soft hands gently peeled the panties from my ass crease and
cuntal area, and then she slowly pulled them down my legs, which were now
shaking with embarrassment , excitement and fear. She kept her eyes on my
pussy as it became exposed, and I felt her warm breath.

`Step out of them'

I did, and she stood up - close to me, with my panties in her hand. She
kept her eyes locked into mine, as she languidly lifted the panties to her
nose, and sniffed them appreciatively for a long, long moment. I stood
frozen, naked before her. Shaking and hot, and felt totally exposed. Body
and mind. Unexpectedly she encircled me with her right arm, drew me close,
and I felt her dry lips on mine - followed be a gentle but demanding
tongue, exploring my lips and the oral cavity beyond. I simply melted
against her, let her kiss explore me, and felt my eyes brim with
tears. Carol stood back, a small smile on her face.

`Keep your hands behind your neck, Rita. And stay still. I'm going to
blindfold you now - and then dress you up in the clothes I want you to wear
tonight. And I do not want you to see yourself until I have finished with
you. Understand?'

`Yes, Mistress Carol'

I kept looking down. I couldn't let her see my eyes, and the smoldering
excitement at being so vulnerable and exposed to another girl' s smallest
whim. And she wanted to dress me up! Like those games me and my older
sister used to play years ago, when mother allowed us to use her discarded
make-up, and old clothes.

Carol rummaged in a cupboard behind me, approached me from the back, and
gently tied a black scarf around me eyes, completely blocking out the
light.

So - there I was, 15 years old, naked, blindfolded, waiting with my hands
folded behind my neck. Waiting for a senior girl, appointed to be my
Mistress, to dress me as her slave according to her wishes. I'd never been
so exited in my life!

The next twenty minutes disappeared in the smooth, cool feeling of silk
against my naked body, and in the slow sensuous, lingering touches my
Mistress liberally distributed over my breasts and buttocks while she
dressed me. But it was perhaps, her comments that exited me the most. She
seemed to love dressing me up, and certainly let me know it:

`What a saucy arse you have girl' `Oh - I'd love to suck those outstanding
nipples of yours' ` Mmm - you make a most presentable slavegirl' ` Do I
detect a wetness between those thighs?'

I simply stood in my private velvet darkness and savored her words and her
attention, and I must say that I'd never been appreciated so much. This
wonderful , older, more experienced girl, actually voiced her admiration
for my body, while she dressed me! I couldn't believe it and worked hard to
keep my pose, and please her as much as possible.

At last Carol had finished dressing me, and led me to the full length
mirror without removing the blindfold. She stood behind me, with her hands
on my hips, and as she removed the blindfold, she whispered in my ear:

`This is how I like to she you within my rooms. You look absolutely
delicious, and there are all sorts of nasty things I'd like to do to you in
that outfit'

I could only shiver with pleasure in response, and wonder briefly about
those nasty things, before I was stunned by my picture in the mirror. My
Mistress had dressed me exclusively in black and white. My upper body was
enclosed in a tight fitting white corselet, which provided support for my
budding, teenage breasts, but left them exposed. I couldn't help noticing
my nipples were rock hard and protruding, and blushed at the sight. Sheer
black silk stockings enveloped my legs, and was topped by a matching garter
belt. The panties were white, made of rather heavy silk, exquisite but
simple in design. No lace or frills - just cool silk on my young cunt. I
felt sexy and vulnerable at the same time - and extremely proud and excited
at the pleasure I obviously aroused in my young Mistress.

` Put this on, Rita'

Carol passed me a black garment, which proved to be a very short, pleated
skirt, that only barely covered my rump, and showed my stockinged legs to
their full advantage. I was also ordered to put on a pair on high heeled
leather shoes, black and unadorned.

` That's it: you make a sexy, and very seductive, French maid. Now, turn
around so that I can inspect you'

I did as ordered, feeling her critical, but also appreciative, eyes on my
body. And felt a rush of pleasure as I thus showed myself to her, dressed
as her subservient maid and, yes, slavegirl.

` Turn your back to me, and bend down.'

Her hands briefly caressed my silk-covered ass, so lewdly on display for
her. Then:

` Spread you legs.... No, girl, more. As much as you possibly can. Mmm,
that's better'

Her fingertips gently touched me, and then she changed to more intense
fondling of my arse-cheeks. Never touching the skin, Carols knowing hands
slid all over the stretched silk of my panties, gently massaging my firm
butt.

` You like this, don't you Rita?'

I couldn't answer immediately - her massage had induced a sexual languor in
me. Something my Mistress was not hesitant to correct by giving me a couple
of resounding slaps on my arse, causing me to cry out in surprise

` Oh, Carol...., I mean ... Please Mistress...'

She spanked me again, barehanded and with enough force to make me feel the
heat, but not causing any real pain. In fact I suddenly felt a slight
wetness from my pussy seeping into my panties.

` Ohh...Mistress'

`Answer me! You love have your ass touched - don't you?'

` Ye... yess, Mistress Carol'

`Say it!'

` I..I love to have my ass touched, Mistress Carol'

`Good - and you also loved being spanked on your delicious little
butt. Don't you, girl?'

Again her bare hands slapped repeatedly on my rear, heating up my
silk-covered cheeks, and, to my shame, causing an increased flow of juice
from my pussy. I was confused. I had never been spanked before, and now
this girl, my self-proclaimed Mistress, was causing strange sensations in
my body, by repeatedly slapping my panty covered nether cheeks. She was not
causing any real pain. She was much too accomplished and experienced for
that - but the flow of blood to my arse was, to my great surprise and
confusion, also giving rise to waves a pleasure in my cunt, and tremors in
my whole body. Hearing my Mistress' praise of my arse, and her lewd
implication that I liked being treated in this manner, made my body
override my mind, and as a result I started wriggling my arse slightly from
side to side, and pressed it close to Carol, as I responded:

` Ohh.. Yess.., Please Mistress Carol. Please spank me. Please spank my
arse Mistress. I love it, when you spank me. Please.'

Carol gave a quiet, self-satisfied little laugh.

` Ahh. I knew it, Rita. You are a natural submissive. A born lesbian
slavegirl.'

She finished off her spanking with a few hard slaps - still taking care not
to touch my bare skin - and ordered me to stand up. I stood, somewhat
sorry, that her treatment of my butt had finished, and turned to face her.

Carol' s cheeks were flushed, her full lips were moist and there was a
smoldering fire in her eyes, that I couldn't meet, and I therefore looked
down.

` Look at me Rita..'

Her voice caressed me and made my skin break out in goosebumps. It was like
being touched in the most intimate places with a steel blade cased in
velvet. So I looked at her. For an eternity it seemed I drowned
irretrievably in her steady gaze, my breath uneven, my buttocks on fire
beneath their close-fitting coating of cool silk, my cunt aching with
unrelieved lust.

` You will attend to me now, while I bath, and then you'll help me
dress. I'll strip now, and you will keep looking into my eyes as I remove
my clothes'

` Yes, Mistress Carol'

Slowly, my teenage dominant unbuttoned and removed her white cotton school
blouse and stepped out of the navy-blue pleated skirt, revealing a lush but
athletic body and simple cotton underwear. She continued to hold my gaze as
she removed her white socks and running-shoes, and then she beckoned to me.

` You may remove my bra - but keep your eyes in mine'

`Thank you Mistress Carol'

I approached her, my heart beating wildly, and my legs almost giving way
beneath me, unaccustomed to high heels as I was. Carol held up her arms,
and I could feel her smell, sweet and spicy, as I kept looking at her, and
stood very close in order to reach behind her and unclasp her simple
brassiere. I swayed slightly, intoxicated with her nearness, and fumbled
for an unnecessary long time over my task. But at last Carols ample breasts
swayed free, with generous nipples protruding stiffly from dark brown
aureoles. I suddenly realized that my Mistress was as aroused as I was, and
also that I completely had disobeyed her, and broken our eye to eye
contact, as I removed her brassiere.

` Look at me, I said' Carol snapped, with strictness in her voice.

I almost could not tear my eyes away from her breasts, but managed to raise
me gaze to her face again.

A small, steely smile played briefly on her lips.

` You'll have to punished for that break of discipline late, my girl.'

` Yes, Mistress Carol, I understand' was my submissive response, which
strangely enough gave me a tingle of pleasure. I was in fact cherishing the
thought of being punished by this stunning creature standing near naked
before me, and I loved her already for the way in which she assumed
control.

` On your knees, maid'

I quickly responded, lowered myself to my knees, without loosing
eye-contact with my Mistress (no easy task in high heels!), and put my
hands behind my neck, and she had already taught me.

` Lovely - you did that very well. And that posture makes you look so
vulnerable.. Now, remove my panties.'

I started to take down my hands, when she added, as an afterthought

`- with your mouth!'

 I was stunned! And thrilled to the core. The idea of peeling Mistress
Carol's panties off, using only my mouth appealed enormously to me - and
made my slit even wetter.

` You may look away, but do not remove your hand from behind your neck'

`No, Mistress Carol'

I approached her slowly, on my knees, until I was close enough to smell her
skin, and catch a whiff of the potent aroma emitted by her quim. I noticed
a sizeable wet spot in the crotch of the plain cotton panties, and knew my
Mistress was as exited as I was, at the prospect of having her panties
removed.

` Proceed, slave' she ordered.

I carefully took the elastic of the panties between my lips, and then
pulled them down slowly with my teeth. My lips touched Carols warm, firm
belly, and as I laboriously pulled the white cotton down curly black hairs
tickled my nose, and filled my nostrils with the pungent aroma of sexually
exited woman. I almost fainted, lost my grip on the panties, which slipped
back somewhat, and realized I had to start with my Mistress' lush behind. I
crawled behind Mistress Carol, got a good grip on the panties with my
teeth, and proceeded to reveal her naked arse. By necessity - and a
tingling longing - I had to keep my nose in the dark and beckoning crease
between the firm buttocks, and a heady smell reminiscent of autumn forests
and musk, made my senses reel. I managed, however, to bare more than half
of Carols delicious bum, before again proceeding to her front side, where
it was now possible for me to grip the panties with my teeth, and slowly
pull them down and thus reveal my Mistress' majestic womanhood. Densely
covered in black hair, with puffed outer lips, where moisture glistened it
took such hold of me, drew me into its heady aroma, that I simply had to
taste it. So after having laid bare the cuntal area of my teenage goddess,
I extended my tongue and furtively licked the puffed, blood-filled
cunt-lips so lewdly exposed before my face.

A sharp intake of breath followed my action, and a slight shudder.

` I did not give you permission to do that, slut!'

Mistress Carols voice was scolding, but I didn't care. I was totally lost
in savoring her taste. Fresh and salty it was, with a slightly bitter note
and a flavor of roasted nuts, and I knew I was hopelessly in love, and that
there was nothing I'd like better than to delve into the secrets of my
Mistress' body and feel her many-splendoured taste erupting on my tongue.

Angrily Mistress Carol stepped out of her soaked panties, and rolled them
between her palms into a tight little ball.

` Open your mouth, slut'

I immediately complied - her voice was sharp, and promised no leniency, if
she was not obeyed at once. Mistress Carol then stuffed her panties into my
open mouth, and tied a black velvet band round my head to keep them
there. It was, perhaps, meant as a punishment. But it didn't feel like it!
I had gotten immensely excited by the small lick I had managed to give
Carols naked pussy - and now my whole mouth exploded with her concentrated
taste. I almost fainted as my taste-buds were saturated with my lovely
young Mistress' love juice. And being forced to this explicitly lewd act,
made it all the more excitable. I shuddered with uncontrollable lust, and
felt heat and wetness accumulate between my legs, soaking my tight silken
panties.

` You're an extremely naughty girl, Rita. And savoring your Mistress'
flavor is not really a punishment, is it?'

I could not respond, and couldn't meet her eyes.

`Look at me girl' Carol ordered in a deceptively soft voice.

I slowly lifted my face, and met her gaze - which was knowing, but also
glinted with barely suppressed excitement. Or so I imagined - with all my
senses reeling, I was not sure of anything. But with that look in her eyes,
I could do nothing but slowly nod my head: It was indeed no punishment to
have her cotton panties stuffed into my mouth.

`Very well, Rita. You may now assist me, as I bathe'

There was nothing I'd rather do.

I soon discovered, utterly ashamed of myself, that I was thoroughly
thrilled by having a stunningly beautiful, totally naked, haughty teenager
giving me orders relating to her personal hygiene. And being dressed up as
a slutty French maid, with a pair of delightfully soiled cotton school
panties gagging me, heightened the experience to a degree, where I felt
removed from the ordinary world, and placed somewhere close to my personal
sexual paradise. I drew a hot bath in the large tub, and Carol showed me
how to check the temperature, so it was to her liking. I was then ordered
to add an aromatic oil to the bath-water, and my Mistress then lowered her
body into the water, sighing with pleasure. She relaxed for some time with
her eyes closed, then ordered me to get her a cold glass of white wine,
which she slowly sipped. I stood beside the tub, arms locked behind my neck
as ordered, as waited for her commands. Instead she gave me additional
instruction in how to behave, when in her presence.

` You see, Rita, you need to be controlled extensively. In all matters. Not
only is it absolutely necessary to discipline you thoroughly in order to
make you a better person - but you actually like being a lesbian
slavegirl. So I must, as your ordained Mistress, make you understand the
real pleasure of being a submissive, of being totally devoted to the pain
and dominance that I exert over you delicious body. Do you understand
this?'

I wasn't quite sure what she meant, but her words made unclear pictures,
involving my naked flesh and her magnificent body, come and go in my
mind. So I nodded.

`Hmm. I'm not sure you actually do understand. But never mid - you will
certainly feel what I mean later. However, I need to make one thing
clear. If you have to pee, or otherwise use the toilet, you need to have my
explicit permission.  You're most personal needs will be under my absolute
control. The same applies to your sexual life, of course. You must always
ask for my permission to come, and you may never masturbate, unless I give
you orders to do so. And naturally you may not have any sort of sex with
others unless I demand it from you. Is this clear.'

I felt very conflicting emotions. Having my innermost personal needs
controlled was a frightening thought indeed. On the other hand: Letting
myself be totally dominated by a Mistress as beautiful and sensuous as
Carol, was something, I could now admit to myself, induced extremely
pleasurable feelings in my inexperienced adolescent body.

Carol was looking at me - a slight smile on her face.

` You don't have to worry, Rita. I'll take care of you - and give you more
and better sex, than you have ever had before.'

I knew she was right. I was inexperienced - and she had already, in the
whole atmosphere of the evening, touched my sexuality in a manner which I
had never imagined possible. It wasn't much of a choice. I nodded my
understanding and consent.

My Mistress smiled. She now appeared relaxed and happy - just a buxom
teenage girl in a bathtub. Only a slight glint in her dark eyes - and my
fervid imagination - hinted that she was also an experienced sexual
dominant, pleased to have a novice lesbian slavegirl at her personal
disposal to train and to introduce to the pleasures of being a totally
controlled submissive.

Carol finished her bath, and I was allowed to kneel on the hard bathroom
tiles and dry her legs with a fluffy towel. I then followed her, with my
eyes glued to her firm, naked buttocks, into the bedroom, where she
rummaged in a chest of drawers and laid out a pair of black silk stockings,
a pair of black silk panties with a frilly lace border and a matching bra.

My Mistress now instructed me to assist her dressing, and I gladly helped
her, rejoicing in the close contact with her body, that I was thus
allowed. The black, not excessively decorated, underwear suited Carols well
trained body admirably. The panties fitted snugly over her lovely arse and
pussy. So snugly in fact that I could still see the contours of her slit
beneath the silk as I kneeled before her. I longed to lick her secret lips,
so enticingly displayed before my adoring eyes, but couldn't as I was still
helplessly gagged with Mistress Carols soiled school panties. The bra
complete covered her proud, high-riding breasts, but the proud nipples
could not be kept down. I let my hands linger for a long time on my
Mistress' breasts as I helped her put on the bra. So long, that I earned a
hard stare and a reprimand. The stockings had to wait, as Carol wanted her
nails painted.

We returned to the sitting-room, and I knelt on the floor as Carol reclined
on the couch, extended her right leg and placed her foot at my disposal. I
spent the next half hour carefully painting Carols nails a deep red -
trembling all the time, afraid I might make a mistake. And of course I
did. And naturally my Mistress was angry with her clumsy slavegirl.

` You are a clumsy slut, and in sore need of training aren't you? A naughty
school girl, who must be disciplined. That's what you are, Rita. And I'll
have to take care of that very soon...'

I could only respond by nodding my head, and looking at her beseechingly,
especially as I was feeling pressure in my bladder by now, and very much
wanted to go to the toilet. I tried mumbling through my gag, and Mistress
Carol must have understood something - because she looked at me closely,
somewhat amused it seemed, and asked me:

`Do you need to pee, slavegirl?'

I nodded.

`And would you like me to remove your gag?'

I quickly nodded again.

`Okay - but you'll have to finish dressing me, before you can be allowed to
see to your own needs'

Again I nodded, and Carol proceeded to ungag me. She held my chin for a
moment, looking me deeply in the eyes.

`Thank me, Rita'

`I.., Thank you'

She slapped my cheek - not hard, just as a reminder.

`Its "Thank you, Mistress", slave'

`Ye..yess.. Thank you, Mistress Carol', I hurriedly replied.

` That's better, now get my stockings and the black satin dress in the
wardrobe.'

I hurried, wanting to please her, and to be allowed to pee. I rolled the
black silken stockings on her muscular legs, and slipped the low cut, tight
fitting dress over her head. It came to 6 inches above her knees, and clung
enticingly to her full body. She then fetched a pair of high heeled shoes,
black of course. I knelt and put the shoes on her feet, and then looked up
at my Mistress, standing above me in all her splendor: She had undergone a
transformation from relaxed teenager to a stern dominatrix. Her eyes
flashed as she looked at me, her lowly slavegirl, and the shoes provided
her with extra height. I loved her fiercely as I felt her eyes on me,
appreciating my demeanor.

`Extend your arms in front of you'

`Yes, Mistress' I acknowledged, and did as I was told, though I was getting
worried. I did not want to pee in my pants!

And certainly not in front of my stern Mistress. I did not dare, however,
to ask her once again to go to the toilet. She was aware of my plight, and
was clearly enjoying my predicament. I could only wait - and hope to be
allowed to relieve myself before the pressure became unbearable. The fact
that I was helpless, and that my intimate bodily functions was under the
absolute control of an older, more experienced girl, was making me visibly
excited. Blood flowed into my cheeks, heating them, and providing color,
and a tingling sensation was spreading in my cuntal area, heightened by the
increased sensitivity in my recently spanked buttocks.

Carol had been looking in her chest of drawers for something, but now
returned. She quickly slipped a padded leather bracelet on each of my
wrists, making them tight, but not uncomfortable. They were connected with
a short metal chain, and made me feel deliciously vulnerable. My Mistress
then asked me to stand, and attached similar bracelets to my ankles. These,
however, had no connecting chain. She then ommanded me to stand, and we
proceeded to the bathroom, where I was ordered to sit on the toilet with my
arms extended before me. Carol then stood on a stool in order to slip a
long rope through a metal eyelet screwed into the wall almost as high as
the roof. The other end of the rope she bound to the chain connecting my
wrists, and proceeded to slowly pull on the rope, causing my arms to be
extended above and slightly behind my head.

My bosom was thus put on open display, and Mistress Carol could not resist
the temptation, but stepped close, and began to fondle my breasts, shown to
their full advantage by my bound arms and the tight corselet. She pinched
my exposed nipples, gently at fist, then more roughly, resulting in an
involuntary moan from me. My Mistress, however, continued to pinch my
nipples between two fingers, and then shortly release the pressure before
continuing. This insistent milking of my sensitive buds enveloped me in a
heady rush of pleasure.

`You love this, don't you slut? Don't you love to have your Mistress pinch
and excite your hard, little, girly nipples? Doesn't it make your slave
girl pussy wet and excited? Don't you feel pleasure at being bound, and
being exposed to my smallest whim?'

I loved to have her talk like this to me. It made me feel so lewd and
submissive. I had to respond, and knew instinctively that this was an
integral part of the game. I had to answer her, to admit my lavisciousness
and my desires.

`Ohh, yess.. Mistress. Yes, I love it when you pinch my
nipples. Uuggh. Please... Ohh, yes. Harder, please Mistress. Oh, yesss, yes
it makes my slave girl pussy all wet and slippery and excited....I..I
like... Ohhh - yes, Mistress, I like to be bound by you... It.. I.. Uhhh,
...'

Carol now bent down, and started gently to lick my nipple, then to suck it
into her mouth, making me excited beyond belief. She then bit down - not
hard, but with enough force to cause me considerable pain. First one
nipple, then the other was tortured in this manner, before she stood back a
bit, and surveyed her handiwork. Both my teenage buds were harder and more
extended than they had ever been before. Blood-filled and throbbing they
seemed to radiate heat and pulse with pleasure. I could almost believe it
possible to come by only having your nipples stimulated - as least if the
one doing the stimulation was as skilled as my Mistress.

`Do you want to pee now, Rita?'

I nodded. It was all I could. My voice had gone somewhere else.

`Hmm. But you are not allowed to. Not yet. There are so many things I want
to do with you..'

Abruptly she stooped to kiss me. Roughly invading my mouth, and sucking on
my tongue. Only to leave me panting and unfulfilled a few seconds
afterwards.

` Spread your legs'

I was slow, being still confused, and this caused Carol, with some
irritation, to give me a series of rapid slaps on my upper, inner thighs. I
yelped, roused by the pain, and quickly spread my legs, as ordered. My
Mistress then took care that they would remain spread by pulling ropes
through metal rings in my ankle bracelets and tying them through eyelets
placed on the walls, close to the floor.

So there I was, tied with my legs spread and my arms above me, to a
toilet. Longing to pee, and needing to, but not daring to. It was terribly
frustrating - but also pleasurable, especially to have my beautiful
Mistress surveying her handiwork (and my predicament) with a lustful light
flickering deep in her dark eyes. She knelt down, gazed directly at my
spread and exposed pussy, scantily clad in white silk. Gently, she pulled
the silk, by now moistened with my juices, from my crotch, rolled it
between her fingers with one hand, and parted my nether lips with her other
hand. I drew a sharp breath, surprised at her actions, and the cool air,
that suddenly teased my bared and opened slit.

`Mmmh, Rita. You're such a delicious slavegirl. Wet and willing aren't
you?'

`Yes, Mistress. I'm wet.. and willing..'

`Willing to do anything?'

She started to gently caress my dripping slit my the tip of a finger. I
almost fainted with longing.

`Yes, Mistress. I'm willing to do anything. I'll do anything to be allowed
to pee, Mistress'

`Hmmm. Is that all you'd like?'

Her caress became deeper, and the finger delved into my young cunt hole,
which was slick and glistening my ample secretions.

`Nooo. Yess.. Oh, please Mistress.. May I come, please??'

She stopped all her caresses immediately. Carefully placed the rolled up
crotch of the panties between my blood-filled cunt-lips, and stood up.

`No, my sweet lesbian love-slave, you may not come yet. You need punishment
first. You must deserve your come. So first of all you must pleasure me.'

With desire pounding through my young body I watched my Mistress slowly
gather her tight-fitting skirt and bundle it carefully round her waist. She
then turned, bent down, and backed towards me, exposing her panty-covered
butt to my longing eyes. With care she positioned herself so that her
rounded arse-cheeks were level with my chin, and then her command came,
somewhat muffled by her heads proximity to the floor.

`Kiss my arse, Rita. But don't lick it!'

Obediently, I did as I was told without delay. I pushed my face forwards as
far as my bondage allowed, inhaled the musky aroma, and started kissing. I
was in a dream, totally absorbed in my task. Bound, totally vulnerable and
exposed, and utterly blown away by my submissive desires and unexpressed
longing, I knew only one thing: The firm butt-cheeks of my Mistress being
presented for me to worship.

`That's it girl, kiss that butt. Suck it, slave'

Mistress Carol slowly gyrated her ass, and rhythmically clenched her
panty-coverd cheeks, which were soon sopping wet with my saliva. She then
reached back, and bundled the panties tight in the crease between her firm
mounds, and I reveled in the taste of her naked butt-flesh, licking and
sucking in ecstasy, forgetting my own needs and even my strong urge to pee,
lost as I was in the pleasure of worshipping this dominant teenage girl.

She now stood up, turned towards me, and slowly removed her panties, all
the time looking at my vulnerable body, revealed and spread open for her by
the bondage I was kept in. She then again presented her arse to me, but
this time she reached back and held her cheeks apart, so her arse-crease
and rosebud was laid bare to my adoring gaze.

`Now, Rita. I want to feel your lesbian slavegirl tongue lick my
arse-hole. I want you to ream and tongue-fuck my butt, and to know for the
full, delicious taste of your Mistress. Go for it girl. Suck my butt! Stick
your slavegirl tongue up my ass!'

I stuck my tongue out and moved my head forward as far as possible. A heady
aroma assailed my nostrils. Carol was newly bathed and clean, and her skin
smelled of discretely perfumed soap. But an earthy, dark smell emanated
from her arse-hole, mixed with something lighter, more salty: Undoubtedly
the smell of her cunt.

Enticed by the smell of my teenage Mistress, I carefully started licking
the crease between her buttocks, thus putting my nose directly on her
rosebud, forcing me to inhale her odor directly. My senses were
reeling. Nothing existed in my mind except the smell and taste of this
lovely, domineering teenager who in such a short time had seduced me, taken
control of my body, and introduced me to the strange and powerful pleasure
of being totally submissive.

I licked my way up her crease, found her rosebud and let my tongue savor
the texture of the wrinkled rim, causing my Mistress to moan with pleasure
and press her anal opening back towards the tip of my tongue. I stiffened
my tongue and pressed it past the rim of Carols rosebud, and into her anal
channel, which was moist, soft and pulsating, totally electrifying me.

`Ohh, yesss.., you naughty slut. Come on, baby, fuck my ass. Mmm, I love
it. I love riding my ass on the stiff tongue of a naughty lesbian
slavegirl. And you love it, don't you? I can feel it. Ohhhh... You are a
natural slave girl, enjoying reaming your Mistress with your
tongue... That's it.. Oh, God, you're good, honey...'

I loved it. Her dirty talk, her implications that I was a naughty girl and
a lesbian slave, made me so horny that I responded by stiffening my tongue
as much as possible, and moving my head faster and faster, thus
tongue-fucking Carols butt-hole with increasing intensity, feeling her anal
channel clench and unclench rhythmically, in time my with my movements.

Carol then suddenly withdrew, leaving me with my tongue sticking lewdly out
of my mouth, breathless and shivering with excitement and the more and more
urgent need to relieve myself. She turned around, spread her pouting,
blood-filled pussy-lips with two fingers, and moved towards me. My Mistress
then grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to her cunt. She then used
both hands to keep my head still while she violently rode my mouth with her
cunt, smearing copious amounts of juice over my face, and making me acutely
aware that she was as excited as I was. This took me somewhat by surprise,
but made me feel immensely proud. This older girl was extremely sexually
turned on by me. She wanted me, wanted my body for her pleasure and
satisfaction, and I knew I'd do anything to fulfill her wishes. She became
my goddess at that moment, with the realization that I, Rita, as a lesbian
slavegirl could invoke such desires in her, and provide her with the utmost
release. So I did my best. Licked at her cunt, savoring the pungent flavor
of her excitement. Used my sticky juice-smeared face to rub her cunt and my
slave mouth to suck and service her whenever she would let me. For she was
indeed dominating me: I was her excitement that controlled me, and her
words that spurred me on.

` Ohhh,... mmmmhh.. yes. Lick cunt, my lesbian maid' `Suck my clit,
Rita... suck it hard' `Now, girl, make your Mistress come...yess. that's
it...arrrhhh..'

And come she did, spurting her juices into my mouth, grabbing my hair hard,
and keeping my head close, while the throes of her orgasm made her spasm
against my sticky face.

Afterwards she let go of my hair, and gently licked her cunt juice of my
face, while she teased my nipples to renewed stiffness. I simply sat there
trembling, almost exploding with my need.

` Please, Mistress Carol, I need to pee.. very much so. Can I, please be
allowed to pee? I cant hold back much longer..'

She looked at me, teasingly:

`You not only need to pee, do you, Rita? Isn't there something else you'd
like?'

My eyes downcast, I replied

` Yeees. Mistress... I'd like to... Please, Mistress, would you... I .. I
need to..?

` Yes, what do you need, slave?'

I finally got it together

` I would.. like to... to.. to come, Mistress Carol. Please. I.. I need
an.. org.. an orgasm...., Please'

`Ahh - well, I'll see what I can do for you.'

Abruptly she left, but returned directly, with a something black in her
hand. She showed it to me - a short riding crop made of black leather.

` This is a perfect tool for overexcited slave-girls.'

She slapped it hard and repeatedly against her palm, making me cringe as I
remembered my spanking. I knew she could hurt me a lot - but somehow I was
not very fearful. I was also absolutely certain that this girl could give
me more pleasure than I'd ever experienced before.

She kneeled down besides me, encircled my waist with her left hand, and
started slapping my inner thighs with the short crop. I couldn't help
yelping with the pain, although Carol was being gentle.

`Shush, dear. I'll not be rough with you today. But you are a naughty
lesbian slavegirl, and you need punishment.. and an orgasm.. `

She shifted her focus to my dripping cunt, and I felt the leather slap my
blood-filled, swollen cunt-lips, so lewdly exposed by the sogging panties
bundled in my dripping snatch. It was exquisite! Mistress Carol knew what
she was doing, and used the crop with care. She gave me just enough pain to
keep my pleasure in check, and the subtle slapping of the leather heated up
my cunt-lips almost unbearably, and made the blood flow and pulsate in my
whole cuntal area. My whole body throbbed, and without conscious thinking I
moved my hips forward, as much as my restraint would allow, to meet every
slap of the leather, to have it gently caress my cunt-lips, to beg for
release. Delicious pain shot through me, combined with expanding heat,
flowing sexual pleasure and unbearable pressure on my bladder.

I had a mouth, remembered it - and begged.

` Ohhh, Mistress, please let me peee... and come.... Oh, please... Yesss,
Ouch, OOww, please, Oh, oh, slap my cunt, yesss Please. But let me
cooommmmee... please Mistress Carol...'

My Mistress stopped hitting me with the crop. Looked into my wild eyes, and
smiled wickedly.

`I love to hear a slave girl beg to have release. But you'll have to wait a
little while yet..'

She then, very slowly, moved my dripping panties away from my girly slit,
sucked on her index finger before letting it - oh, so gently - slide into
my cunt-hole. Then she - `Oh, please let me come, Mistress' - withdrew it,
and without warning pressed it up into my virgin bum, where it remained,
finger-fucking my young butt faster and faster. At the same time she used
the short leather crop to repeatedly hit my clit, which was standing
sharply to attention, protruding from my juicy red, utterly abused girly
cunt. The first soft tap of leather to my clit was almost too
much. Pleasure, mixed with dull pain, radiated from my stiff clit to the
rest of my teenage body. I trembled uncontrollably, rocked up and down on
the finger invading my butt, felt my nipples heating up, as they filled
with blood, and my bladder screaming to be emptied. I could only moan
incoherently, but my Mistress relented:

`Would you like to be allowed to pee, slavegirl? And would you also like to
come?'

She stopped her incessant slapping of my pleasure bud, and I barely managed
to gasp `Yessssss... please, Mistressss..' before she gave her permission.

` You may pee now, sweet Rita, darling slavegirl.. and you may come' and
then she gave my clit a last slap.

My world shattered.


My whole body had an orgasm, not just my clitoris, as was the case when I
masturbated myself to release. A yellow stream of piss shot in rhythmic
bursts from my urethra and splattered on the bathroom floor. This released
the pressure on my bladder and set of a series of muscle spasms in my
body. My nipples felt red hot and pulsated as I writhered in my bonds. I
was bound and helpless and shooting my piss on the floor, and yet I had
never felt so good before in my young life. My bottom was sore from being
spanked, and my cunt-lips and clitoris were red and ached from their
resounding beating. My tender bum-hole was being violated and thoroughly
finger-fucked. And I loved it, and loved my Mistress for controlling me so
strictly and for finally allowing me to come. Wave after wave of sensuous
pleasure passed through my body. My nipples throbbed, and my asshole
contracted around the index finger of my Mistress. loving her touch, loving
the feel of her in my bottom. My clit seemed enormous, a beacon of raw
sexual lust it signaled release and heady pleasure to all of my young and
inexperienced body. My cheeks were hot, my slit dripping with juice and
pee, and I rode the contracting, expanding muscle-spasms of the first total
orgasm in my life with a low erotic whisper urging me on:

`That's it, you naughty girl. Let you hot pee splatter on the floor. Let it
go, darling. Pee for your Mistress'

`Mmmm, you're so beautiful when you come. And your lovely pussy-lips are so
red and swollen from my beating. Sooo nice. And such a wet slit! You are a
slut, Rita. A natural born lesbian slave'

`Like my finger up your arse? I know you do. I can feel you coming on my
finger. Aahhh, yes, clench your ass, honey. Let me feel you coming.'

`You really are a natural, Rita. Such a horny, submissive bitch. Getting
off from have her naughty pussy slapped.'

And finally, just before my shuddering stilled and I passed out from sheer
fulfilled lust:

` You are going to like it here, my love. You are going to like it a lot -
and so will I!'

A soft kiss on my lips was the last I knew.

Chapter 2: A lesson in French

One day my teacher in French, a tall blonde called Miss Langley, asked me
to stay behind class. I was mystified, but naturally stayed. As all the
other pupils left I was alone with Miss Langley, who was standing in front
of the blackboard. There was a subtle tension in the room, and I felt my
face flush.

`Stand up, Rita, and come here' she ordered, and I stood up slowly and went
to her with my eyes downcast and my hand folded before me. I felt her
looking me over and did not dare to meet her eyes.

`Look at me, girl', she then said quietly, and I had to raise my head and
look the statuesque teacher in the eyes.

A small smile was evident on her face, and her gaze was thoughtful and
penetrating. I almost couldn't bear her staring at me: I felt she looked
down into my soul and bared all my desires.

`You have been a naughty girl haven't you?' she then asked me, her voice
suddenly hoarse.

My mouth was dry, and I couldn't respond at once. Instead I dropped my
eyes, and felt blood rush to my cheeks and make me blush furiously.

`Answer me, Rita,', Miss Langley said, firm and commanding now.

`I.., I'm sure I don't now what you mean, Ma'am.' I answered in a little
girl voice.

`Oh, yes you do. Look at me, when I talk to you!'

Her eyes were flashing at me, and I lost myself in their power.

`You've been a very naughty girl, whispering with you little friends in my
class, when my back is turned. You are not so innocent as you want me to
believe. I've seen you, touching yourself and having dirty fantasies
instead of concentrating on your work. You are definitely a naughty, dirty
little girl, aren't you, Rita?'

I knew now precisely where this was leading. Mistress Carols training and
the awakening of my submissive streak made me acutely aware of the deeply
erotic undertones in the situation. And I had in fact had fantasies in
class about being dominated by this strikingly beautiful and full-bosomed
woman. We were of course playing a game, but it was a game that made my
pussy juice and my nipples ache. So I responded to her by pushing my girly
bosom forward slightly and demurely answering her teasing question. All the
time looking in to her fiery eyes, blazing into my own.

`Yees.. Ma'am, I'm a naughty girl, Miss Langley'

`Ahh, and what happens to naughty girls, Rita?'

`They.. are punished, Ma'am'

`Indeed they are -- and how are they punished?'

`I.. I don't know, Miss.. are they perhaps spanked?'

A smile graced her face, now also flushing as was mine. She was pleased
with the way the situation was developing, as so was I. So pleased in fact
that my white cotton panties were soaking wet along my slit, and I was
afraid a wet spot was appearing on the skirt of my plain school uniform.

`Oh yes, girl. They are spanked. I love to spank naughty little girls and
make their bottoms all hot and bothered. It give me great satisfaction to
teach girls a lesson they do not easily forget, by putting them across my
lap, lifting their skirts, pulling down their panties and spanking their
behinds until they beg to be let off. I also sometimes have them lay across
a desk and use a paddle to redden their behinds, or a riding crop to make
them remember how to behave.  Mmm, yess. Naughty girls must be punished,
and must beg to receive their punishment, mustn't they, Rita?'

She had seen right through me, and knew what I wanted. And all this talk of
naughty and dirty girls getting punished by lying across the lap of an
older woman had my imagination in full overdrive. It was almost to much for
me to cope with. Having to beg for punishment, beg to be spanked, beg to
have the hands of this older woman light the submissive fires of my
innermost being, excited me beyond belief.

`On your knees, you little slut, and beg...'

I rapidly did as she ordered, and automatically assumed the submissive
position with my hands behind my neck.

`Ahh, you are a trained little bitch, craving punishment for your dirty
doings, are you?'

`Yes, Ma'am. I.. I've been a very naughty girl, touching.. myself, and
having unclean thoughts while in your class. And I should be punished by
you. So.. will you please spank my naughty bottom, Ma'am?'

It was difficult to say. But saying these words made me feel incredibly
slutty and vulnerable. My nipples burned against the cotton bra, hard and
filled with the blood that flowed to all my erogenous zones.

Miss Langley towered above me, and I could smell her now, and I recognized,
below the musk of her scent, the intoxicating aroma of an aroused woman. It
turned me on to know that excited her, and that my submission to her
fuelled the desires of this grown up teacher. I felt as if I was dripping
cunt-juice on the floor. Perhaps I was. The room was supercharged with
electric excitement.

`Very well, Rita, I will punish you for your transgressions, by having you
across my lap and spanking you naked butt. Now kiss my hand.'

She extended her right hand to my face, and I ardently kissed it, feeling
her heat and tasting her skin for the first time.

`Thank you, Ma'am..' I said, and felt her tremble slightly with pleasure at
my response.

`Stand up now, and remove your blouse'

I stood up on unsteady legs and slowly unbuttoned my white cotton school
blouse, acutely aware of Miss Langleys eyes on my girly body.

`Excellent. Now hand it to me, and then put your hands behind your neck'

I did as I was told, and to my extreme surprise the woman bought my blouse
to her face and took several deep sniffs of my smell, lingering in the
fabric.

`Mmmm. I always enjoy the fresh smell of a young girls body. Stand still
now.'

She approached me and I felt very exposed, standing there with my budding
breasts thrust lewdly towards her due to having my hands knotted behind my
neck. She stood very close to me and gently, with her fingertips, caressed
my cheeks and stroked my hair. Her musky, heady scent enveloped me and made
all my senses reel. Miss Langley then stood back a bit, and extended her
hands so the palms touched my now prominently extended nipples, pressing
against the soft cotton of my school bra. She gently rotated her palms,
causing a small moan to escape me as the raw pleasure generated by her
manipulations hit me unprepared. My teacher then pinched the nipples
through their cotton covering using her thumb and forefinger. She was
gentle at first, but reading my response she quickly shifted to using more
pressure, causing sharp, delicious pain and sensuous fire to emanate from
my poor nipples.

`Ahh, you're a little lesbian tit slave, Rita. Who loves to have her
nipples touched and tortured by a Mistress. What about slapping..? Hmm,
I'll have to see.'

And with those tantalizing words, she stood back a bit further and started
slapping my breasts, still within the bra, with both her hands. She started
slowly, but rapidly picked up rhythm and slapped hard with both her
hands. It was not painful. The cotton protected my breasts and Miss Langley
knew precisely how to excite a girl. She slapped me hard enough to make the
blood flow to my chest and flushing it red, right up to my neck, and to
cause my aching nipples to ache for further stimulation as they became
engorged with longing, but she caused no real pain. That was not her
purpose. She just wanted me heated up and ready for my spanking.

`Do you like to have your girly tits slapped, huh Rita. Do you' she asked
as muted slaps rained on my young bosom, making my breasts a throbbing
center of heat, filling my world.

`Yes, yeees, oh yeees! Please Miss. I like to have my tits slapped by
you.. Oh, yessss...'

`Ah. Then I better stop. You should not enjoy yourself too much. After all
-- you need to be punished don't you?'

The cessation of her slapping left my whole upper body warm and tingling
and crying out for more stimulation.

`Yes, Ma'am, I.. I need to be punished.. I need to have my bottom spanked,
Ma'am. Please, please spank me.'

Her breathing was heavy, and a fine sweat covered her brow, but she looked
gorgeous, her eyes sparkling, her face rosy, her magnificent bosom below
her plain silk blouse. She was wearing long, black leather boots with high,
spiked heels below a clinging black satin skirt, that accentuated her full,
lucious body.

Her voice was low, excited :'Take your bra off, Rita. I want you
bare-chested across my lap.'

I quickly took of my bra, and handed it silently to her. She sniffed it
appreciatively and tossed it in a corner.

`Touch your breasts'

I hesitated for a moment, then started fondling my heated bosom gently.

`Harder -- pinch your nipples!'

I complied, loving to be ordered what to do, loving to touch my extended,
throbbing nipples, to pinch them and to feel the delightful pain echo in my
soaking wet pussy.

`Continue, but spread your legs'

I did so, and she moved close, letting one hand stray under my skirt and
gently -- oooh so gently -- caress my pudendum and move slowly down
over my panties to linger in the spreading wet spot over my slit. Miss
Langley didn't say anything. Simply used her forefinger to stroke my soaked
pussy-lips through the cotton panties. Then she removed her hand, licked
the forefinger and then touched it to my lips.

`Lick..' she whispered, and I tasted my pussy-juice clinging to her
finger. My taste-buds opened completely, and the flavor made me dizzy with
longing. I had tasted my self before of course -- but being ordered to
lick my juice from the finger of a dominating woman made the experience
utterly different. My mind was hazy. Only her finger in my mouth existed as
she slowly drew it out, then pushed it in again, finger-fucking my sucking,
licking mouth. With her other hand she at the same time loosened her skirt
and stepped out of it.

`Remove my blouse, Rita'

With devotion and care I slowly unbuttoned the silken blouse, baring her
well formed upper body, encased in a white corselet. She then moved
backwards, with me still licking her finger, and sat down in an armless
chair. She gently removed her finger from my mouth, took of her blouse and
patted her now naked thighs.

`Lie down in my lap, girl, and put your hands behind your back'

Dazed with lust I did as she ordered. The underside of my breasts just
touched her left, naked thigh and her left hand stroked my naked back
gently, pressing me down in her lap. With her right hand she lifted my
skirt up and tucked it under my arms, thus baring my panty-clad arse for
her unrestricted view. I trembled, and could not restrict my ass from
invitingly wriggling slightly and with that movement I realized that my
sopping pussy was plastering to her naked right thigh. For some minutes
Miss Langley then let her hands caress my young body, lying subdued on her
lap. She stroked the cotton-clad cheeks of my waiting behind, lightly
grazed my slit and even explored the crack of my arse. Then she bundled my
soaked panties in her hand, knowing well that the cotton crotch would
excite my dripping snatch and then proceeded to stretch them extremely
tight, baring my pussy-lips on either side.

Smack

I jumped at the impact -- and therefore came to grid my pussy on Miss
Langleys thigh. I tried to move my ass back a bit -- but her grip on my
panties kept me close and the nubbin of my bared clit rubbed against the
soaked cotton.

Smack, smack, smack

She was relentless. Slapping my naked cheeks with force enough to smart and
sting and heat them up rapidly, while at the same time she held my tightly
bundled panties tightly against my slit and clitoris causing my bared, wet
pussy-lips to grind against her thigh in rhythm with her blows. I became
delirious with pleasure. My recently slapped breasts with the pinched,
blood-engorged nipples, my heated, stinging bottom, and the grinding action
of my captured pussy against the leg of my dominating teacher. It was too
much and I could feel the inevitable explosion coming. Then she stopped,
knowing I was close and not wanting me to get release.

`Please... Ohhh... please... I... Miss.. will you pleass....' I
incoherently sobbed.

`Yes, Rita, what are you trying to say?'

`I.. please..I would like to.. to come, Miss'

`Oh, so that's it! Would you like me to play with your little cunny to make
you come?'

I started to wriggle my spanked, red-hot derriere.

`Yess, please, Miss. I'd like that very much.. I would love to have my
little pussy played with by you'

Then fingers pinched my exposed pussy-lips, gently pulled aside my panties
and found my most private spot.

`Ohhh, yess please, Miss, .. touch me there.. on my clit.. yesss.. I'm
coming...'

And I did come with her finger manipulating my clit and her left hand again
raining stinging blows on my naked bottom I was in heaven and my little
body writhered uncontrollably in the lap of my Mistress as waves of
orgasmic bliss swept me away.

I came to myself lying on the floor, looking up in to the shaved cunt of
Miss Langley. Slowly she lowered herself down towards me and I extended my
tongue spearing it into her wet, aromatic slit when she came close
enough. then she ground her cunt into my mouth, riding my face to a fast
and explosive orgasm as I licked and licked. A lesbian tongue slave to my
lovely Mistress and teacher.

`Oh yes, slut.. lick my clit.. Ahhh yess. I love riding your face... make
me come... That's it.. yess. deep... Ohhhh.. I'mm comingg...'

Afterwards I licked her clean, and she rubbed ointment into my sore
behind. Then we kissed each other lingeringly goodbye and I started to look
forward to my next extra lesson in French.

Chapter 3: At the mercy of two Mistresses

Late one night, just past midnight, Mistress Carol had a surprise for
me. She wanted us to go outside her rooms, dressed up as Mistress and slave
and not in our school uniforms. She ordered me to dress in the pleated
skirt I usually wore in her rooms, but provided me with a pair of
tight-fitting rubber panties, in stead of the silken ones I normally had
on. My upper body was to remain naked, but I was ordered to put on silken
stockings and black, short boots with high heels. She then fitted me with a
leather blindfold and tied my hand behind my back by connecting two leather
cuffs with a short piece of chain. I was then ordered to stand still, while
she prepared herself. After what seemed a long time I heard her return, and
she moved behind me, and stood very close as she gently caressed my
body. The smell of her, and the heat of her body's nearness, combined with
the excitement of being blindfolded was enough to make my pussy throb with
longing. The tight rubber panties in addition seemed to heat up my lower
body and the tightness of them caused my ass to thrust out, enhancing the
slutty feeling I always got from being dressed as a maid and serving my
Mistress in her rooms.

Mistress Carol roughly fondled my rubber enclosed ass, and then started
slapping it. Not very hard, just enough to make me appreciate, that she was
in control, and to experience the buildup of heat facilitated by rubber
close to human skin.

`Do you like the feel of rubber against you skin, Rita?'

`Yes, Mistress, it makes me fell very hot... Ouch.. Oww'

`Sssh - I'm just warming you up a bit, slut. Be quiet, relax, and enjoy
yourself!'

I felt my juices start to flow and involuntarily moved my arse back, into
the slaps of my spanking Mistress. A small moan escaped me.

`Hmm, you are enjoying this too much! Bend over, and spread your legs.'

I did as ordered, though it was difficult to bend down blindfolded, and
felt the snug rubber stretch tightly across my bum and fit over my wet
crotch as a second skin.

Then a terrific smack hit my exposed ass and I yelped with pain, as my left
buttock was forcefully spanked with an unknown implement.

`Shut up, slavegirl. I'm going to paddle that delicious ass of yours until
it's red-hot and stinging beneath those tight panties'

So it was a paddle Mistress Carol was using to spank me. She had shown me
her collection of toys recently, and I had noticed a leather paddle and
wondered how it would feel on my ass. Now I knew! A tingling heat rapidly
suffused into my spanked buttock, but I was not allowed to savor the
sensation for very long. Another heavy-handed smack with the leather paddle
immediately made my other bottom cheek equally tingling, and I could easily
visualize the reddening beginning to spread beneath the tight rubber, as
blood started to flow to my abused ass.

Smack, smack.

Mistress Carol quickly resumed her paddling, and as her blows heated up my
throbbing behind, I began to appreciate the subtle effect of the
combination of the leather paddle and the rubber panties. The paddle
covered a relatively large area of my arse, but also spread the force of
the blow, and was thus not excessively painful. The tight rubber casing
that enclosed my out-thrust behind also served to protect me against the
sting of Carols smacks, and at the same time it kept the generated heat
within, causing a rapid warming that resulted in the hot, delicious
tingling in my derriere.

`You love this, don't you girl? You loved having your bottom warmed by a
Mistress, don't you Rita?'

Smack. Smack.

Indeed I did love it. I wasn't quite sure why, but in the short period I
had been at Miss Hartleys School for Girls I had discovered a hitherto
secret longing in me for being thoroughly physically disciplined. I really
needed no explanation for this: It was enough to have my newly awakened
desires satisfied so completely as my Mistress did. The mere nearness of
her made my body tingle and my heart ache. I loved and desired her --
with all my passion and trust.  All this flashed through my mind as I stood
there: Open to the stinging caresses of Carols leather paddle and with my
lovingly smacked ass clad in tight-fitting rubber panties and prominently
on display to her lustfilled gaze. I could therefore only respond to her
inquiry with a feeble, incoherent moaning causing my Mistress to increase
the rhythm of her paddling and to demand a response of me.

`I cant hear you, Rita. I like to hear a lesbian slave express her
gratitude to her Mistress, and to have an answer, when I ask her, how she
responds to my treatment..'

Her smacks were fast now, and I could feel the redness of my now very sore
behind, as I tried to collect my wits.

`So, Rita, how do like my warming of your bottom?'

`Ungh.., Ohh.., I.. I love it, Mistress. I love it. Ohhh.. Ouch.. I really
do.. I. I love you Mistress..., and what you do to me.'

There -- it was out. My declaration of love. There was a brief pause in
Carols paddling, then she finished me off with a couple of very hard
slaps. I felt her move close to me from behind and then she covered my bent
over body with her own. She ordered me to stand, and stood close behind me,
as she gently nibbled my right ear with her lips, at the same time stroking
my exposed bosom with firm, but loving hands.

`Of course you love your Mistress, you randy bitch. You enjoy being a
lesbian slavegirl, and submitting to my every whim, because this is your
deepest, darkest desire. To be spanked and teased, to have your body under
my control, to be dressed as a slut and made to serve a Mistress: This is
what you was made for. Isn't it?'

I almost couldn't stand upright. Her hot breath whispering naughtily in my
ear. Her masterful hands caressing my breasts and pinching my nipples. Her
hard body pressed so close to mine. It was nearly too much. I knew,
however, that a response was necessary, so I managed a nod and a subdued,
barely audible `Yes, Mistress'.

Mistress Carol then proceeded to secure my hands behind my neck, and then
removed my corselet, baring my upper body, and leaving me standing
blindfolded in my high heels and black silken stockings, tight rubber
panties and the short pleated skirt. She stood in front of me and gently
massaged my girly breasts, so effectively exposed to her by my pose.

`I just love your breasts. I could lick them all day long'

And she proceeded to do just that: Lick my sensitive bosom. Initially she
just tongue-bathed both my breasts. Then she used her whole mouth and
sucked as much of my firm, young boobs into her hot oral cavity as she
possibly could. Her coup de resistance was then to alternate her sucking
action in a milking rhythm that totally swept me away.

` Oh., yes. Please Mistress. Suck on my tits, Mistress. Uhh.., Oh,
yes... Please.. I .. love.. it..'

`Indeed you love it, Rita. But I'd like some tightening here.'

I didn't know what she meant, but she left me and returned shortly
afterwards. Again she stood close behind me, but now I felt something being
laid tightly across my bosom.

`This is a rubber bra, or rather a rubber breast tightener. It has holes
provided for you bosom, so your breasts can be pulled through and tightened
by the rubber.'

She gently took hold of my right breast pulled it tight and I felt rubber
around the base of my young buds. Close, but not unbearably tight, and
rapidly causing a throbbing in my protruding flesh and heavily
blood-engorged nipple. Mistress Carol quickly repeated her action on my
left breast and fastened the strange bra behind my back. My breasts now
stuck out stiffly and the throbbing in my nipples was getting painful.

`Mmm, honey, you look so delicious with your tits sticking out like that!
And those protruding, naughty nipples. I love it!'

She gently fondled and caressed my girly breasts, exposed to their fullest,
and eased the pain in my stiff nipples with a few lingering licks. Then she
provided me with an extremely tight, elastic top that fitted excruciatingly
close to my bound breasts and then roughly, lewdly, rubbed my now covered
nipples beneath the tight fabric.

` Oh, how stiff you are, Rita. How tight these little girl nipples are
now. Just waiting to be touched by a Mistress. Excited aren't you? Oh, yes,
I know you are. Very excited. Naughty stiff nipples sticking out, rubbing
against that little top of yours. That is sooo nice... . Now lets go'

And with a resounding slap on my rubber-covered ass, she started me
off. There I was, a devoted slavegirl, with a red newly spanked bottom
beneath close-fitting rubber. Walking blindfolded on high heels, led by a
teenage Mistress to an unknown place in the school. With aching nipples,
stiffer than ever before, at every step rubbing against the fabric of my
top, revealing with longing and deep desires. Loving it. Loving to be so
sensuously forced into submission and sexual service.

It was a long walk, and not an easy one for me, and by the time I heard
Mistress Carol knock on a door I was utterly confused as to my whereabouts.

The door opened, and a woman greeted us in a melodious voice:

`Ah. What a pretty sight! Mistress Carol and her new little slavegirl. All
dressed up and ready for some fun, I see. Come on in.'

I was led into the room, and ordered to stand still. My Mistress conversed
in low tones with the unknown woman, and I heard kissing sounds and some
deep sighs. Then the sound of leather boots on the bare floor bought me to
attention and I felt competent hands, not my Mistress', on my body.

She stood behind me and pulled at my prominently protruding nipples,
enhancing the dull ache in them, and causing me to whimper. She then pulled
me very close to her body, and I felt lush breasts press into my back and
something hard on my spanked buttocks. She started whispering in my ear,
while still exploring my body with those demanding hands of hers. Who was
this woman?

`Are you a submissive slut, Rita.'

`Yeesss, I.. Yes, I am'

Slap, slap. A hand spanked me hard on my hot nether cheeks, red beneath the
rubber panties. Surprised I pulled myself away. Roughly she drew me back,
drowning me in her intoxicating scent, and slapped me gently on my cunt.

` You must address me as Ma'am. Understood?'

` Yes, Ma'am'

`Good. Now. Are you a submissive slut, Rita?'

`Yes, Ma'am. I'm a submissive slut', I answered promptly.

`Good. Spread you legs.'

I did as she ordered, and she caressed my exposed pussy. Initially on the
outside of the panties, but then she carefully put her gloved hand into the
panties and slowly, very slowly, explored my sopping wetness.

`You're excited aren't you, slut. It excites you to have a Mistress
fondling your pussy, slapping your ass, caressing all you secret
places. Doesn't it, slavegirl'

I could only whimper and nod my head as her fingers played their wicked
game with my nether lips.

`Ahh, too heated up to be able to answer me, are you? With a wet and ready
cunt. Hmmm. What should I do to you? What does such a slut need most of
all, huh?'

She pulled away from me, took her hands from my panties and then gently
caressed my lips with a gloved finger wetted with the excretions from my
young pussy.

`You like that, Rita? Do you? Do you like the taste of yourself, licked
from the glove of your Mistress?'

This time I pulled myself together.

`Yees, Ma'am. I.. like to taste.. to taste my juice on your finger, Ma'am'

I was proud, that I managed to be coherent. My body was simmering with
unrelieved passion and I was longing for her touch, her dominance. To be
forced to submit to this unknown woman, with her rough voice and soft hands
was making me ache with lust. I was a total lesbian slut, a slavegirl whose
only wish was to please her Mistress' every whim. And I loved it and needed
it.

She laughed. Quietly. And whispered her agenda for the night into my ear,
once in a while stopping to gently nibble my over-sensitized earlobe.

` You are going to get fucked tonight, dear Rita. You see, my deepest
pleasure is taking the lesbian virginity of young submissives like you. I
love fucking such a dripping snatch as yours, feeling your pleasure as I
fill you up completely and fuck you senseless with my cock. I get hot
watching girls tied up, with their red, hot, spanked asses bared and their
young, virgin pussies juicy with excitement. I love twitching their nipples
and talking dirty to them, and almost making them swoon with pleasure,
before I make them come. You'll be spread open tonight, my girl, and fucked
silly, and I'll guarantee that you'll love every second of it. And Mistress
Carol will be right here with me, assisting in your violation.'

She moved away, and asked the final question:

`Are you ready to submit to me, Rita? Are you ready to let me fuck you?'

I swallowed hard, and on an impulse kneeled on the floor.

`Yes, Ma'am. I ready to submit to you'

`Very good indeed. You show excellent behavior for a slave girl so
young. Now stand up.'

`I'll now undress you, and then proceed with your education...'

She unlocked my cuffs and ordered me to keep my arms above my head, while
she slowly removed all my clothing. She was very careful not to touch my
nipples or pussy while doing this. Obviously she did not want me to be
overly excited yet. I was then led to a leather padded table, where I was
laid down on my back. My arms were spread and secured well above my head,
but my legs were bent and my knees gently pressed outward, leaving my lower
body totally exposed to the whims of my two Mistresses. My feet were
chained and I felt rope tying my knees in place. How vulnerable I was! My
girly pussy openly on display, my body stretched and firmly held in
place. Waiting to be ravaged by an unknown woman and my teenage Mistress. I
almost couldn't wait!

Hands gently massaged oil into my naked skin. Firmly and carefully every
inch of me was oiled, not excluding my juicy slit and throbbing
nipples. Even my small asshole was not spared as an exploring finger
pressed into my rectum. The oil smelled slightly of mint and rosemary and
had a heating effect, so that I was soon warm and tingling and writhering
in my bonds.

A wet tongue explored my ear, and hot breath whispered:

`We are now going to clamp you -- put pressure on those delicious nipples
of yours and on your pussy-lips. It will cause you pain, Rita -- but not
excessively. And when the clamps are removed, and the blood flows back it
will be torture -- but torture ending in the pure white lust of a
pleasure slave. The clamps, you see, will spread you open and make you so
very accessible. A very lovely fuck you'll be -- such a naughty slave
girl, tied down and vulnerable, with her wet snatch opened up and waiting
for her Mistress' cock.'

I moaned. Visions came and went behind my blindfold. Red and searing hot
visions of stretched nipples, pulled cunt-lips and sweet torture inflicted
upon my helpless body by a dark and nebulous woman clad in black. She
really had me going, this unknown woman, with all her whispered suggestions
and promised pain.

Fingers now pinched my stiff and blood filled nipples, and I felt the
caress of cold metal on my hot skin. Then pain seared through my body, as I
for the first time in my life, experienced the touch of a clamp on my
sensitive bud.

`Uggh -- ouch.., Please...'

`Shush my girl, this is lenient.. go with the pain, go into it.. let it
become part of your desire.'

Again pain hit me, as my other nipple was provided with a clamp, and I
tried to gain control over the pain, controlled my breathing and let the
searing, throbbing pain go outwards, from by tortured nipples into my whole
body, which then, unexplainably, rose to a higher level of delirious
expectation. My nipples remained as red hot centers of feeling, but the
pain subsided as I went with it, into my body.

`Ahhh -- good. I knew you would manage that. You are simply born to be so
deliciously teased.'

There was pleasure in her voice, and I was proud.

`Now we'll stretch them a bit'

There was the sound of chains and then I felt a tug on my nipples. I
realized that the nipple-clamps were connected to chains which were now
being pulled upwards, relentless tugging at my poor nipples. The tugging
stopped, however, before it became in any way unbearable, and I let the
sensation engulf me and surprisingly having my breasts stretched in this
manner gave rise to a dark stimulation. I almost lost myself -- becoming
simply two globes of stretched breast-flesh.

Then hands on my cunt made me aware of my predicament. My nether lips were
gently pulled and pinched, causing my juices to flow with renewed vigor. I
took a deep breath as I felt metal against by bared slit and then pain
jagged my senses and I cried out. A gloved finger on my lips silenced me
and I discovered again that I could handle the pain by riding it and making
it part of me and my desire. The other pussy-lips was soon clamped as well,
and secured so that a persistent tug opened my cunt and revealed my hole to
the gaze of my Mistresses. I laid very still and simply throbbed with the
sensations. Fire engulfed my cunt and the tug and my clamped pussy-lips
sent electric chocks to my clitoral knob with stood to stiff attention and
was the center of my being. I let the pain flow down from my nipples and
taut breasts, and from my tortured pussy-lips, into my clit, and it grew
and stiffened until I thought it should explode and give me relief.

No such chance. Leather suddenly slapped on my totally exposed nub, and I
found my mouth and screamed. The slapping continued, rhythmically,
relentlessly, and my desire dropped with my clit. I sobbed uncontrollably,
then gasped as hot breath and a knowing tongue briefly washed my pussy. My
abused clit again stiffened slightly.

`So -- now you are about to be fucked, my dear. But you must reciprocate
the pleasure. Open your mouth.'

A rubber bulb was inserted into my mouth. Something wobbled above my
face. Straps were tied behind my head.

` This is a rubber dildo, jutting now so obscenely from your mouth. Bite
hard on it, and continue to do so, because now Mistress Carol will let her
cunt be fucked by it, and you must at all times remember that you primary
goal in life is to service a Mistress.'

I nodded tentatively, and then sensed Carol climbing up on the table, and
placing herself above my head, with her knees on either side of me. She
gently tugged at the chains connected to my nipples, so she had an
unobstructed view of the violation that was to come. I could smell her --
and the scent of her desire was strong -- as she slowly settled above me,
impaling herself on the rubber dong sticking out from my blindfolded
face. I could hear it as it slid into her well lubricated cunt, and then
she was moving over me, causing a dribble of juice to inflame my taste-buds
and making me wish I had my tongue free. I started to nod my head forwards
as she moved downwards, pushing the dildo deep into her.

`Oh yesss, slut, fuck my pussy, Rita. Let me ride your face, you lovely
lesbian slut slave. Mmmm, I do like you this way. Strung out and all ready
to be fucked and with a Mistress fucking your face... `

She pulled at by breast chains and I couldn't yelp -- only fuck her
harder with my mouth. I realized she could control me totally this way --
by pulling on my already stretched breasts she could tell me how she wanted
to be fucked.

` Quit now', the unknown Mistress ordered, and Carol stilled above me.

A noise began, a steady humming, and a thin vibrating rod was quickly
inserted in my small ass. It was then rapidly drawn out, again inserted, in
a strong, firm rhythm. I had never been ass-fucked, and the thought did not
appeal to me, but this steady intrusion into my darkest hole filled me with
desire, so that I started moving my butt up in order to get more of it in
me.

` Yes, Rita, shake that butt. Make the chains jingle, feel the pleasure of
having your young arse violated. Of being ass fucked with a vibrating
dildo. Mmm, I adore this, I simple adore it.. But you must be cooled down a
bit.'

She started slapping my wide open cunt with her hand, paying special
attention to my rock-hard clitoris. All the while she continued to
butt-fuck me with the thin dildo. It was unbelievable. I almost came as her
hard expertly slapped my flesh, as I contracted my rectal muscles around
the delightful intruder, wishing for it to stay, wishing for an orgasm.

Then she stopped her slapping, left the dildo in my rectum, and began to
insert her cock into my longing young cunt.

It felt enormous, but I was so copiously lubricated, and so ready for it,
with my spread legs and clamped pussy-lips, that she simply slid into me in
one steady push.

I moved as much as I could for my bonds, writhered with her strong strokes,
as she began to fuck me in earnest. Mistress Carol resumed her movements on
the rubber cock inserted in my mouth. I was fucking and being fucked at the
same time, helpless, totally at the mercy of these two devious
Mistresses. A fuckslut, a love toy, a lesbian submissive loving every
single second of my delicious violation. I had been fucked before, but
never with such mastery and control. This woman knew what she was doing to
me. She knew exactly what pleasure and pain she was introducing me to. And
God how she could fuck! With changing rhythm and length of her strokes she
filled me. My cunt grew around that rubber dick, clinging to its sides,
following its every move. She became the center of my universe, my only
focus in a world of floating desire and pinpoints of excruciating pain as
she slapped, pinched or tugged at my nipples, cunt and buttocks. I floated
in a world of my own, moving my head automatically as Mistress Carol fucked
my face, grinding my cunt into the push of my other Mistress' lovely
cock. My clit vibrated and I could almost hear it humming in resonance with
the vibrator stuck deep in ass.

`Aahh, what a good fuck you are, girl. Feeling me deep inside you, filling
you up with my cock. The other end is inside me, you know. Every time you
hump that delicious arse of yours, I feel it inside of me, fucking me. Mmm,
That's it slut, move your arse...'

She increased her speed, pistoning her dildo in and out of my raw, clamped
pussy. And then she suddenly stopped, as did Carol.

`Now!'

The command came like whiplash, and I felt the clamps on my nipples being
released, as they also were on my pussy-lips.

I screamed. And couldn't due to my mouth being filled totally. So I
shuddered uncontrollably as pain flooded to my nipples and cunt with the
blood. A rush of excruciating pain -- then a heady warmth replaced it, as
wave after wave washed through my body. I pulsed in pleasure and my body
moved against the cock in my pussy seeking release. Both my Mistresses held
still. Completely still.

`Would you like to come, slave girl? Then lie still.'

It was almost impossible. Perhaps the hardest thing I did that night. But
at last I managed to quiet the pulsings in my body and lie still.

`Well done, Rita. Well done indeed'

And the it came -- the command to end my longings and give me fulfillment
beyond my darkest dreams:

`You may come'

Everything was still. Neither of them moved. I was engulfed in the smell of
Mistress Carol, tasting only her on my imprisoned tongue. My ass clenched
tightly around the stiff vibrator that deeply excited my innards and my
cunt spasmed around the thick dildo filling it totally. My clit seemed to
move all on its own. It grew to enormous proportions and seemed to spark
with desire. Then -- still without any Mistress moving -- I came. In
shattering convulsions my whole body came. Spasm after spasm of blissful
orgasmic release wrecked my bound body. I almost let the vibrator drop from
my ass as my pelvis shuddered and pressed against the dick in my cunt. My
pussy melted and my glowing breasts exploded as my hard nipples pulsated
with lust.

`Yes, Ohh yes. Come my sweet, feel the total release of being allowed to
have an orgasm. Feel the release of the slavegirl, who only comes when her
Mistress gives her permission to. The heat of throbbing pain transformed
into pure pleasure. This is your reward for being such a good little slave,
and the crowning of you a an incorrigible painslut. Feel the wave, Rita,
come..'

It kept on and on -- and afterwards the fucking continued until both my
Mistresses shouted in unison pleasure as they came at the same time,
setting off yet another, more gentle, orgasm of my own.

Afterwards, as Carol helped me back to our own rooms, she asked me whether
I knew who had ravaged me that night. I told her no, I didn't. But I did,
in fact, know it. The voice of the headmistress, Miss Hartley herself, was
recognizable even when she came!

Enjoy!

Rita Saxil
saxil@hotmail.com