Date: Sat, 2 Jan 2010 23:19:22 EST
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: My Place In Things - F/f  D/s From: JYM

I never did find my niche, but it found me  on a lonely road in rural
Massachusetts one hot August afternoon.  My  father thought forcing me into
teaching would be just the thing to straighten me  out, so I guess the joke
is on him.  He forced me to take a teaching job by  cutting off my allowance and
threatening to write me out of his will.  Up  until I started teaching I'd
never done anything useful with my college  degree.  I was content to enjoy
life - traveling the world, partying,  sleeping with every guy who caught my
fancy, all the while supported by my  father's money.  It was inevitable
that he'd get tired of my shit and do  something about it.  And he did.
I arrived at Stone Ridge academy in the  late summer of 1994.  It's located
in a small town in the Berkshires.   Stone Ridge is a place where rich
parents send problem kids to straighten them  out.  I suppose it's ironic that
my father got me the teaching job there,  but maybe the old man does have a
sense of humor.  My name is Dana Dawes  and I was a week shy of my 25th
birthday when I arrived at Stone Ridge.   I'm a very beautiful brunette with long
sleek legs, a nice figure, and big brown  eyes.  I'm 34c-25-35, stand 5'7"
and weigh about 123 pounds.
My first  year at Stone Ridge went pretty well, all things considered.  It
was hard  to get used to living in a small town (population less than 2000)
and learning  to deal with a bunch of kids who act just like I did was no
stroll in the  park.  But I was shocked to learn that I enjoyed teaching,
still do in  fact.  It's just my personal circumstances that have changed.  I
lived  alone the first year, in a room in one of the dorms - part of the job
was  supervising the brats when they weren't in class.  I kept to myself
pretty  much and concentrated on making a go of it.  I didn't want to get cut
out  of daddy's will!
One teacher who's much admired by the male population is  Jill Barrett, the
girl's physical education teacher.  She's in her late  twenties, tall,
blonde, athletic, and easily the most beautiful woman I've ever  seen.  And I've
seen quite a few.  She was courteous and helpful, but  maintained a certain
reserve, a distinct coolness.  At first I thought it  was me - another
woman, beautiful, and a potential rival.  But I soon  realized that she treated
everyone the same.
I didn't get any vacation  this year (1995) and spent the summer teaching
remedial classes.  I did get  away for a couple of weekends, but that was it.
 In August, during a major  heatwave, I drove to Boston on a Friday night
and spent the weekend with an old  flame.  It was great - dinner, a show, a
Red Sox game, and some great  sex.  It was over all to soon and I drove back
to Stone Ridge on Sunday  afternoon.  I wanted to rest before classes on
Monday.  Remedial  classes are the pits!
I was close to Stone Ridge, maybe five or six miles  away, when a tire blew
out on a stretch of rural road and my car went into a  ditch.  I was
wearing my seatbelt and the airbag deployed, so I wasn't  hurt, but my car wasn't
drivable.  I locked it up, put a note on the  windshield and started
walking.  I'd walked a little over a mile, and was  sweating like crazy before a
car passed and pulled over.  It was  Jill.  She stepped out of her car, a gray
Accord, looking cool and  sophisticated in a halter-style tennis dress that
displayed her perfect figure  and long, tanned legs.
She leaned against the trunk with her arms folded and  watched, smiling, as
I approached.  "Need a ride?" She inquired.  I  nodded, "God, yes!  It's so
hot and there hasn't been another car since  I've been walking."
"I saw your car back there.  What  happened?"  She straightened up as I
approached.
"Tire blew and it was  in the ditch before I could react.  I'm so happy you
came along.  I  don't think I could walk another mile in this heat!"
Jill smiled.  "It  is hot, and so humid.  But if you want a ride you're
going to have to beg  for one.  On your knees.  Nude.  Like the slave you are."
I  stared at her in shock.  "What are you talking about?  I'm no  slave!
Are you crazy?"
She just grinned.  "I've been watching  you.  You need someone to control
your life.  Keep you on the  straight-and-narrow so you can inherit daddy's
money."  Suddenly her hand  shot out and she slapped me across the face.
Hard.  She's 5'10" and  very strong and the slap rocked me back on my heels.  I
touched my hand to  my cheek and stared at her with tears in my eyes.  She
slapped me  again.  "Now get those clothes off and get down on your knees
and  beg!  Or you can walk back and when you get there we can do this  again!
Do you strip now or later?"
I dropped my eyes and whispered,  "Now."  She slapped me again.
"You're first lesson - call me ma'am or  Miss Jill or Mistress, and be
polite.  And answer fully.  Now try  again."  Another slap reinforced the
lesson.
I was crying, but I  stifled my sobs and whispered, "I'll strip now,
ma'am."  She nodded and I  started to unbutton my blouse.  She opened the trunk of
her Accord and told  me to throw my clothes in as I removed them.  My
blouse was followed  closely by my linen shorts and my sandals.  Then I reached
back and  unhooked my bra.  "Very nice," Jill commented as my firm round tits
tumbled  free.  "I like your tan lines."  I could feel myself blushing as I
 bent to push my panties down over my hips.  Jill chuckled.  "I love a
modest little slave!"
After tossing my panties into the trunk, I went to my  knees and begged for
a ride back to school.  She made me grovel on my belly  in the dirt and
lick the dust off the toes of her tennis shoes.  I was  shocked to discover
that I was excited.  Very excited.  She let me  lick the toes of her sneakers
for a couple of minutes before nudging me away and  telling me to crawl
around to the passenger door.  As I crawled around to  the side of the car, she
kicked me between my legs.  Sobbing, I crawled  faster to avoid more
punishment.  She opened the door and I crawled in,  remaining crouched on the floor
as ordered.  As she drove, she talked about  what was expected of me.  I
would move into her quarters to 'share'  them.  Her roommate had just left to
take another job and nobody would  think anything of it.  I would be
responsible for all of the cooking,  cleaning, and laundry.  I would also be
responsible for the upkeep of the  house, the yard, and the automobile.  Mine would
be sold and the money put  into a CD.  I would have a wardrobe for school.
Around the house,  which was surrounded by a high stockade fence and many
evergreens and other  plantings, I would remain nude at all times.
Regardless of the  season.  I would have one jogging bra, one pair of running shorts
and one  pair of shoes.  I would be expected to run five miles everyday
before 6  a.m.
When we arrived back at school she parked in a hidden spot behind the  gym
and got my clothes out of the trunk.  She watched me dress and then we  got
back into the car and she dropped me at the dorm.  I went inside and
packed.  Everything I owned fit into two large suitcases.  None of the  furniture
in the room was mine.  I called Jill when I was ready and she  came to pick
me up.  Her quarters, owned by school, are across campus on a  hill near the
gym.  The house is small, but cozy.  The exterior is  brick and it was
built in the '20s.  The stockade fence was added a few  years ago to give the
occupant some privacy.  As we approached the gate,  Jill pressed a button on a
remote and the gate swung open.  Once inside,  she pulled up to the garage
and parked.  I was trembling from a mixture of  fear and excitement as I got
out and followed her into the house.
My  suitcases went right up to her room where I unpacked and allowed her to
sort  through my clothes.  Dresses, skirts, and most blouses went into the
closet  for school wear, many things went onto the floor for the trash (all
my panties,  bras, pantyhose, and slacks) and some went into a pile to be
altered.   (Jeans - to be converted to shorts for instance).  When that was
done, Jill  had me strip and shower.  The shower was symbolic I guess - to
cleanse me  before I began my new life as her slave.  When the shower was over
she  ordered me to kneel and rest my head on the shower mat.  She prepared
an  enema while I watched with fearful eyes.  She hung the bag from a hook
sent  in the ceiling and then slipped the greased nozzle into my ass.  She sat
 beside me and massaged my belly while the three quarts of soapy water
filled my  bowels.  When the bag was empty, she removed the nozzle and replaced
it  with a large, tight butt plug.  "You'll hold this for 15 minutes.
We'll go out into the back yard and I'll show you my gardens."
I  nodded.  "Yes, mistress.  Thank you."  I followed her down the  stairs,
walking very slowly.  We paused in the kitchen and she had me hold  my arms
out in front of me with my hands clasped while she tied my wrists  together.
 Not tightly, but tight enough so that I couldn't get out.   We walked
around while she showed off her gardens.  They're quite nice and  well-planned.
After fifteen minutes had passed, she took me over to the  fence and had me
stand on a wooden box, facing the fence, and she looped the  rope around my
wrist over a hook in the top of one of the fence posts.   Then she pulled
the box out from under my feet, leaving me hanging by my wrists,  my toes
barely touching the ground.  Then she spread my buttocks and pulled  the butt
plug out.  She pushed one hand between me and the fence and  massaged my
belly.  I turned and whispered, "Please, don't make me do  this!  Please, let me
go to the bathroom.  Please mistress, please  don't humiliate me like
this!"
Jill grinned.  "But that's the  whole purpose.  To humiliate you.  To make
you realize that you have  no privacy, that your a slave. Now be a good girl
and expel it.  You do  want to be a good girl, don't you?" Then she slapped
me on the ass.  "Or  would you rather be persuaded with a good hard
spanking?"
"No, mistress, I  don't want a spanking.  I want to be a good girl."
Then, weeping in  shame, I expelled the contents of my bowels.  I felt the
water and shit  splash on my legs and wished I could crawl into a hole and
die.  But, at  the same time, I felt a perverted sense of satisfaction - I
was a good girl and  wouldn't be spanked.  Jill washed me with a hose and then
let me  down.  Then she took me up to the patio, gagged me, and bent me
over a  chair.  I screamed into the gag as she beat me with a braided leather
belt.  When it was over, I crawled to her on my belly, sobbing, and licked
her bare feet while I begged her to let me prove to her that I could be a
good  slave.
She crouched and ruffled my hair.  "The best way to prove that  would be to
stretch out on the table with your legs spread and beg to be
pussy-whipped."  I stared up at her in shocked disbelief.  A minute  later I was on the
table, legs spread.  "Please, Miss Jill, whip my  pussy.  Please, whip it
hard."  I lay there and took ten hard strokes  between my legs.  I sobbed and
begged, but I didn't move.  After it  was over, I went inside on my hands and
knees, a form of locomotion that I was  to get well acquainted with over
the next few months.
I was sent up to shower  again, and Jill made me go up the stairs on my
knees, hands clasped behind my  neck.  It was hard!  Especially with her behind
me, whipping me along  with that damn braided belt!  I was sobbing again by
the time I got to the  top.  My knees ached for hours.  The stairs are
hardwood and not  carpeted.  This time, before my shower, my long hair was
clipped short and  I was shaved.  After the shower, when I was dry and had
brushed my teeth, I  went into the bedroom and found Jill sitting on the bed cross
legged and  nude.  Her body was fantastic - firm, pointy tits and those
long beautiful  legs.  She was shaved too and as she moved to sit on the edge
of the bed I  knew what was coming.  I had tried sex with a couple of girls
in college  and it didn't do anything for me, so I wasn't a virgin in that
respect.   But to be expected to provide continually sexual services as a
slave was  something new.
I went to my knees in the doorway and approached Jill  with downcast eyes.
"Please, mistress, may I satisfy you with my  tongue?"  She sighed and
stroked my hair.  "Such a good slave.   Yes, you may satisfy me with your
tongue.  Begin at my feet."  I  crouched and licked and kissed each toe on both
feet.  Then I worked my way  up her lovely calves, paying a good deal of
attention to her delicately sculpted  knees.  Even more time was spent licking
and kissing her long firm  thighs.  By the time I ran my tongue up the furrow
between her legs she was  dripping.  She moaned with pleasure as I teased
her with my tongue.   "Oh god!  You are a great little cunt-licker!"  I
slipped my hands  under her buttocks and lifted her so that I had full access to
her sex.   After a minute or two I began to tease her anus with the tip of
one  finger.  When she pushed against my finger, I nipped her clit and drove
my  finger deep into her tight ass.  She threw her head back and screamed in
pleasure as her orgasm tore through her.
She rewarded me by strapping on a  huge dildo and raping my virgin asshole
as I whimpered and begged.  God, it  was so right!  And that was only the
beginning of my slavery.
On Monday,  I taught a remedial class wearing a clingy gray dress, white
thigh highs, and  black medium-heeled pumps.  The way my breasts bounced when
I moved made it  clear to all that I was braless.  And I heard one girl say
to another,  "Look, no panty lines.  She must be nude under that dress."  It
was so  deliciously humiliating.  After class one of the girls, a cute
little  redhead, stayed after to ask some questions.  Something she'd never done
 before.  Jill had ordered me not to resist if any of the girls made
advances, but I was not to initiate anything.  The redhead, Amy, was  wearing
shorts and a cropped t-shirt.  She's a small girl, no more than  5'4", but she
has a great little body and she's pretty - big green eyes and lots  of
freckles.
As I answered her questions, she casually reached out and put  her hand on
my ass.  I glanced at her, but didn't say a word.  She  went over and closed
the door.  I heard the lock click before she turned  away from the door.  I
stood by my desk and stared at her in silence as she  walked back from the
door.  "Are you wearing anything under your  dress?"  She smiled as she
spoke because she knew the answer already.   I shook my head.  She grinned.
"Show me."
I stooped and caught the  hem of my dress and lifted it smoothly over my
head.  I folded it neatly  and put it down on the desk.  Then I stood with my
hands at my sides and  stared at the far wall while Amy stroked me.  She
cupped my tits and  squeezed them gently.  I sighed and closed my eyes.  She
teased my  nipples erect with the balls of her thumbs.  "Do you like this?"
I nodded.  "Oh, yes!"
"And this?"  I sighed as her hand worked  between my legs.  "Oh god,
yessss!"
"Is it true that you're Jill's  slave?"  My eyes opened in shock.
Amy giggled.  "Jill told me you  were.  Do you think I'd do this if she
hadn't put me up to it?  Now  get up and squat on your desk - knees apart."  I
obeyed.  And moaned  with pleasure as she worked her small hand into my cunt
and fist-fucked  me.  My orgasm was incredible!  Then I was down on my
knees and eating  her delicious young pussy.  She was bare and wet and so eager.
 I knew  that life at Stone Ridge was going to be memorable from then on.
Amy  kissed me before she left and whispered, "Next time I fist your ass."
I  shivered and whispered, "Please....."
And she did.  Many times.

THE  END