Date: Thu, 2 Dec 2010 17:29:59 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Tamed Cougar - Chapter 3

Tamed Cougar - The Professor Gets Educated - Chapter 03
By Tappy Mcwidestance


"Now Tammy, what are we going to do with you for molesting my daughter?"

Mrs. Forrest's words hung in the air and rang in my ears. I needed to get
control of the situation and fast.

"Wait a minute, Mrs. Forrest. You need to better control your daughter," I
countered forcefully.

It felt good to stand up for myself. I had not done that the last
week. Alas my feeling of victory was short lived as before I could react, I
felt the sting of her palm against my cheek. I recoiled in shock as the
pain spread across my face. I looked at her in the eyes. My fiery intensity
was matched by her own.

"Don't you dare take that tone with me you little slut. Your pussy is out
of control and needs to be taught some manners," she scolded me.

We stared at each other, neither of us wanting to give any ground. Her gaze
was like ice. There was no emotion in her eyes. She obviously didn't think
much of me, but I couldn't get a read on what she was really feeling. I
opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I saw her snicker.

"That's right Tammy. You know I am speaking the truth. Julie could see
it. She got Heather to help her seduce you and now we're here and your body
is craving my touch."

My mind was reeling. Consciously I was still fighting, but my body was far
beyond my brain. The moment she slapped me I felt a flood of juices in my
pussy. As I had a week ago, my will to resist a powerful woman was
crumbling faster than I wanted to admit. I softened my stare.

"Good girl," she cooed. I lowered my eyes to the floor defeated.

"Tammy, you have just learned position one," she began. She used the tame
tone I take with my students. She sounded like a teacher.

"Whenever you are in the presence of your mistress you must keep your eyes
down until you are instructed otherwise. At all times you are to show
reverence for your superiors. You should not speak unless spoken to and you
must acquiesce to any command quickly and without question. Do you
understand these rules?"

I was still trying to process all that she said. It was a direct
question. I must be allowed to answer. However she had not told me to look
at her. Must keep my eyes down I repeated to myself.

"Yes," I said without averting my eyes from their view of the floor.

"Yes?" she questioned.

I paused running through the rules in my head. Show reverence. I'd
forgotten to show reverence.

"Yes, mam."

"Good. You can teach an old dog new tricks."

Old dog? Did she have to use that phrase? I was mad, but also aroused. I
continued to look at the floor until Mrs. Forrest told me to look at her
again. This time my face showed contrition and acceptance of my situation.

"I don't have a lot of time to work with you. It's a shame. You are lovely
and obviously a natural sub. I would have enjoyed training you and turning
you into a premium love slave."

"Do you have to be leaving so soon?" I asked.

I saw her hand moving, but again could not defend myself in time to prevent
another stinging rebuke against my cheek. I wish each slap was not
accompanied by a resulting flash of moisture in my pussy, but I couldn't
help it. My body was on autopilot.

"Do you know why I slapped you?" she asked.

I thought for a moment. "Because I spoke without being spoken to?" I
answered in the form of a question, but I knew it should have been a
declaration of fact.

"Yes," she replied. "Now take your clothes off and be quick about it."

Her bluntness surprised me, although it shouldn't have. Still there was
nothing more my body wanted right then but to submit to her will so I
quickly shed my clothes and stood gloriously naked before her. She nodded
at the speed I stripped. She then walked around me examining my form. She
pinched both my nipples as if to check their function. She pushed two
fingers inside of me to confirm what she already knew. She told me to bend
over and touch my toes before she greased up my asshole with pussy juice
and pushed a finger into my backside. While she fingered my ass she stroked
my butt cheeks. I wanted her to spank me. I wanted her to rub my clit. I
wanted her to do whatever she wanted. But I said nothing.

Mrs. Forrest played with me for maybe a minute. My legs were already
getting sore but I held the position after she pulled her finger out of my
ass and gave me a spank in return.

"I need to get something from the car. I'll be right back she said."

I heard her open the door and walk outside. My calves were starting to
burn, but I was determined to hold my position since she had not given me
instructions otherwise. Here I was naked in my living room bent over,
holding my ankles and waiting for a woman I'd just met to return. Did I
mention my pussy was almost overflowing with juices? If my husband could
only see me now. What would he say?

I turned my head to look back toward the door in anticipation of her
return. What I saw almost made me run and hide. She had left the front door
open. If that wasn't bad enough, the mailman was just putting the mail into
my house's mail slot. He was watching me intently and leering at me. It was
so humiliating. I wanted to sprint to the bathroom and grab a towel to
cover myself, but I was frozen to the spot. Just then Mrs. Forrest
returned.

"Why don't you take a picture? It will last longer," I heard her say.

"Good idea was the reply."

I looked back again to see a camera phone pointed my way and I blushed as a
fresh wave of humiliation crashed over me.

"Put that away!" I heard Mrs. Forrest exclaim. "I was kidding."

I looked again and saw her hand pushing his phone down and blocking the
lens from capturing my depravity. I wanted to thank her as he turned and
walked back to the sidewalk with a huff. But I didn't want to break another
rule so quickly so I turned my head back to where it should be focused
staring at my feet. My pussy and ass were available for her pleasure as I
heard her drop a duffle bag with a thud next to me.

"Like I said, unfortunately I don't have time to work with you, but I do
want to punish you for what you did to my daughter."

I wanted to scream that I didn't do anything to her daughter, but I was
silent. I was trying to be a good girl.

The first thing she did was to sit down, put me across her knee and spank
me the same way I had spanked Heather. She made sure to give my pussy the
same attention I had given Heather's, only I know she was much more
insistent about bringing me to the edge of release but not beyond. She then
told me to stand face first in the corner with my hands on my head. I felt
like a grammar school child being punished in a classroom. All that was
missing was the dunce cap.

I heard her moving behind me, but I had no idea what was happening. I
thought I detected the removal of clothes and then I know I heard a zipper
on the duffle bag. Finally I recognized the next sound easily. It was the
buzz of a vibrator. A powerful one at that. First I heard the buzz. Then I
heard the buzz become muted. Then I heard a moan. Oh my God, Mrs. Forrest
was masturbating while looking at me.

She said nothing. She requested nothing. I wanted to finger my pussy and
take my own pleasure, but that command was not forthcoming. I wanted to
bend over again and show off my ass to her. That command didn't happen
either. I wanted to do anything but stand motionless, stare at the wall and
feel the heat rising from my punished ass. But I couldn't. Mrs. Forrest was
obviously enjoying what she was doing. My own arousal scent was now mixing
with hers as she repeatedly fucked herself with the vibrator. She was now
crying with pleasure. Why didn't she order me to eat her pussy? Is she
going to play with me? Does she do this with Heather? These questions and
others raced through my mind as I listened to her masturbate. My own
arousal was going through the roof even though I wasn't touching myself. I
needed her to touch me or at least give me the approval to get myself off,
but it didn't happen.

Instead I had to listen to her give herself what sounded like a very juicy
and satisfying cum. I was so jealous. I wanted more. I wanted
everything. And she was giving me nothing. I couldn't wait until she left
so I could satisfy my own lusts. I didn't need her pretending to be
tough. I could do that in my fantasy world. I was pissed.

Finally she calmed down from her self pleasure. I heard her moving and
sensed her presence behind me. At last it was my turn, I thought. I felt
her wrap her left arm around me and pull me tight against her. I could feel
the heat from her pussy radiate out onto my buttocks. From the corner of my
eye I saw her right hand moving around my head. It was holding the
vibrator. I offered no resistance as it first contacted my lips. She
applied a little pressure and I took it in my mouth.

"A good submissive always cleans the toys when playtime is over," she said.

Playtime? Over? It had better not be over I screamed silently to
myself. Her left hand now slid down and began rubbing my clit as my mouth
savored her flavor for the first time. What a treat it was to have three
senses (smell, taste, touch) being manipulated at the same time. This was
what I wanted. I began to moan as her left hand danced on my clit. Her
vibrator was obviously clean by now. I secretly wished she would use it on
me. I knew I could come in a matter of seconds. But just like when she
fingered me during my spanking, as soon as I got too excited she stopped.

"Lesson two," she said. "No cumming without permission. You have not earned
that yet."

I was dejected, but I held my position facing the wall with my hands on my
head. I was determined to take whatever she could dish out.

"You're doing better Tammy. You have not moved and you have not spoken. I
even liked your moan. It was very sexy. Would you like me to fuck you now?"

I was surprised she didn't make me beg like her daughter had. I almost
screamed "Yes, mam!"

She took me over to my dining room table. Fortunately it was cleared off as
my final exams had all been graded days ago. She bent me over and went to
work. She must have brought the rope with her in the bag as I knew I didn't
have anything like that in the house. In the end my legs were spread very
wide and my ankles were tied to the legs of the table. No matter how much
they hurt, I wasn't going to be closing them. My arms were also tied. The
rope from my wrists ran the length of the table before being affixed to the
opposite table legs. Mrs. Forrest left me just enough slack to be able to
move my arms, barely. Maybe only an inch or two but that was it. My pussy
and ass were both on display and easily accessible. I wondered if she would
choose only one of my holes or if I would be treated to both being
satisfied. My legs were tied tight, but if I wiggled my hips just right, I
could get a most pleasing pressure on my clit from the edge of the table.

My mind flashed back to Julie's bedroom where I first masturbated myself
bound and on the corner of her dresser. I felt depraved then, but now, just
a week later, I looked forward to the pleasure a piece of furniture would
soon be giving me. Slowly I began to grind my hips forcing my clit onto the
edge of the table. I don't know if I expected her not to notice, but of
course she did. She just laughed.

"See I knew you were a slut. I've tied you up and the first thing you do is
try to fuck a table. I'm going to have to make more time to train you
properly."

She didn't tell me to stop and she didn't spank me again. I took that as
tacit approval to continue. I heard her walk into my kitchen. Now was my
chance. Summoning all of my strength, I shook against the tight bonds
trying to find the right pressure on my clit to finally release all of the
emotions that had built up since Mrs. Forrest's arrival. I didn't care that
I was earning another spanking. I was only concerned with
cumming. Unfortunately the corner of my table was rounded and try as I
might, I couldn't get over the edge. By the time Mrs. Forrest returned
about 2 minutes had passed and I only succeeding in making myself even
hornier.

"If you were my slave I would punish you for that my dear," she told
me. "But I understand. I need to get going, but I don't want you to break
the rules so I brought you something."

I couldn't see what she was doing, but I felt her place what I later
discovered was a dish towel, folded over, on the edge of the table under my
clit. I heard her use several pieces of strapping tape to hold it in
place. Whatever hopes of using the edge of the table for my own pleasure
was gone.

"I've got a plane to catch, but I would love to see you again and really
teach you how to pleasure a woman. Can I call you?"

I grunted, "Fine," but I was steaming mad. Then it dawned on me that she
was going to leave me like this. I knew I couldn't talk her out of doing
whatever she had planned and rather than fight, my body emotionally
collapsed. I no longer was struggling against the ropes for either escape
or an orgasm. I was limp, bent over and secured to the table. Then I heard
her dialing the phone again.

"Hi Julie," I heard her say. "Yes, she's all ready for you. Yes, she's
naive, but trainable. I could work wonders with her. What's that? Did you
make her beg before you let her eat you? Good. I'm going to leave Tammy
here for you. Yeah, she's not going anywhere. What? A blindfold? Sure. I
can take care of that. OK. I'll tell her you'll be over later. Have a good
summer. Bye."

I lay passively on the table listening to her discuss me with my now
graduated student. What else could I do? I'd let her tie me to the table. I
wanted her to tie me to the table. But now she was leaving. I was
depressed.

I didn't say a word as Mrs. Forrest slipped my sleep mask she found in my
nightstand over my eyes. I was in darkness. I felt her adjust the strap as
tight as it would go. I thought I might be able to rock my head around
after she left to get the mask to fall off, but a strategic wrap of the
packing tape tightened it even further. It was going to have to be cut
off. At least the tape was only on the strap and not on my hair. Thank God
for small favors. I felt her penetrate my pussy once again with two
fingers. It was still warm, moist and inviting.

"I have to go now. But your friend Julie will be by in a while when she's
done with Heather. Have fun."

I didn't give her the pleasure of a response. She didn't ask for one
anyway. I felt her pull her fingers out of my smoldering pussy. I then
heard the familiar buzz of her vibrator. I prayed it was for me. I heard
her turn it on high and then felt the tip brush against my pussy lips.

I immediately broke my silence and started moaning. I heard her tear
another strip of packing tape as I felt the vibrator being pushed deeper
into my needy pussy. Then I heard her say "oops" as if she had made a
mistake. Out came the vibrator and down went the sound. When it again slid
into my waiting love hole it was hardly moving at all. She had turned it to
its lowest setting. The bitch. I then felt the tape press against my
butt. The vibrator was now trapped inside of me. It was inside of me on a
setting meant to tease not please. I was tied unable to change my situation
and my clit was protected from any meaningful contact with the edge of the
table. My only savior would be Julie and I had no clue when she would be
arriving and what her plans were when she did. I was screwed. I heard the
door open. I didn't hear it close. The dining room isn't in view from the
front door, but if it was open it wouldn't prevent anybody from walking in
on me.

My mind flashed back to the mailman watching me. Would he come back? Would
he fuck me? I began to rotate my hips again in an effort to make myself
cum, but it was futile. I lost all sense of time. Without my eyesight I
couldn't even see out the window to gauge the time by the light. Finally I
heard footsteps. The sound of high heels on the wooden floor was music to
my ears. I heard someone removing their clothes.

"Miss Julie, please let me cum," I begged without waiting for permission to
speak.

There was so response but I felt the table move a bit. I felt my arms ropes
move and then a touch on my shoulder. I didn't understand it at the time,
but it was the heel of a foot. I felt the back of my head begin grabbed and
lifted and was delighted to have it pulled back down into a delicious and
wet pussy. I didn't need any prompting as I began to service the tasty
treat laid before me. The flavor was familiar, yet different. I heard a
moan I didn't recognize from the night in the sorority. This was not
Heather and I was pretty sure it wasn't Julie. But who was it?

Heard the high heels once again and then felt the tape being pulled from my
ass. The vibrator was pulled out. I felt empty. It has teased me enough. I
wanted more. What I got was the vibrator now pushing insistently against my
ass. I relaxed and let it slip inside of me. I then felt the vibrations
increase and another strip of tape being applied.

I heard the heels move away from the table. Whoever I was eating seemed to
be enjoying herself and I was certainly enjoying the renewed attention to
my backside. I refocused my attention to the very wet pussy pressed against
my mouth. Its owner was moaning and obviously appreciative of my efforts. I
felt a dildo pushing against my own pussy. Was the other person wearing a
strap-on? I decided not because I didn't feel her legs pressing against
mine. This was a semantic debate however because the plastic invader still
felt wonderful. With my mouth occupied and both my holes being pleasured I
knew I could cum soon even if my clit wasn't able to get as much attention
as I usually required. My only prayer was my tormentor would allow that to
happen.

Our scene continued for several minutes. I worked diligently on making the
girl in front of me climax in an effort to earn my own and eventually she
did. The sounds of womanly pleasure rocked my dining room and then I heard
her move off the table. The girl behind me was still fucking my pussy and
the vibrator was still buzzing my ass. With my mouth now free of its juicy
bond, I began to moan as loud as the other girl did. I began to chant "Fuck
me. Fuck me harder." to my assailant. I felt her slow and then pull the
dildo completely out of my now gaping pussy. "Nooooo," I moaned. Should I
have expected any less from Julie? Of course not. Was I surprised? Not
really. I wasn't surprised at all until after just a few seconds she pushed
the dildo back inside me and resumed slamming it in and out. Almost
instantly my orgasm washed over me. It wasn't the huge, soul quaking kind I
had so many of last weekend. It was definitely smaller in scope. Nice but
not great. I think it was my body reacting to her tease and taking what it
could when the opportunity arose.

After I calmed down I felt the ropes being untied. I felt two hands on my
hips and I was escorted up the stairs to my bedroom. I felt elation that
they were not done with me. They put me on my bed. The rope from my right
wrist was removed. I felt them pull my arms above my head and could tell
they were threading the rope from my left wrist through my headboard. My
legs were not touched, but my right wrist was quickly tied back to the
rope. Immediately I noticed a change. The rope was not taught. In fact I
had at least 6-9 inches of play. I wondered why?

I heard a vibrator, probably the one which had been in my ass turn on. I
then felt it slide effortlessly into my pussy. I hoped they had the good
sense to wash it. I then heard them walk out the door and heard the click
of the light switch. I was alone. I strained to hear them as they walked
down the stairs. I did discern the click of Julie's heels on the hardwood
floor again, but I didn't hear the door. My worry about where they went was
short lived as the buzzing in my pussy began to work its magic. I tried to
hold my legs together to force more pressure against the pleasure tool. I
tensed and relaxed my body in an effort to please myself. My wrists would
come down almost even with my face as I strained to maximize the pleasure I
was feeling.

My hands came together and it took a moment for me to realize I had the
power to free myself. My arousal built as I feverishly worked on the knots
to extricate my hands. I tired of holding my hands above my head so I
rolled over on my belly so I could work on the knots in a less stressful
position. Without having eyesight it was a great challenge. My arms were
more relaxed now which helped. A side benefit was my new position also
forced the vibrator deeper into my now very happy pussy. I knew I must be
soaking my sheets as I tried to get free. My clit was finally getting the
attention it desired as the nub of the vibrator was just outside my pussy
and now was being pushed right against my joy spot.

I must have been a sight as I humped my hips against the bed and tried to
untie the ropes at the same time. Finally I felt the tight knot begin to
loosen. The vibrator had done its job and I could feel my body building to
the size of orgasm that had eluded me on the table. It was going to be a
big one. The ropes finally gave way and I quickly freed my right hand. The
rope was still tied against my left, but I was able to flip over onto my
back and pull my hands down in time to grab the base of the dildo and start
fucking myself just as the monster cum crashed over me. With the vibrator
in my right hand I pinched my nipples with my left. Pulled the vibrator out
of my pussy I pressed it with as much force as I could muster against my
clit and held on for dear life.

I must have screamed obscenities loud enough to wake the dead and I felt
like I was going to pass out. I don't know how long I lay in a puddle of my
juices soaking the bed. It could have been 15 minutes or it could have been
an hour. Eventually I peeled myself up and tried to stand. My hands went to
the blindfold so effectively held by the tape. It didn't budge. I knew I
had scissors in the kitchen so I gingerly and slowly made my way down the
stairs. I had to move slowly as I never tried to walk without sight
before. It was maddening. Eventually I found my way to the kitchen drawer
and found my scissors. I slowly cut the tape free making sure to not cut
either my skin or my hair and then I slumped into a kitchen chair thankful
that my ordeal was finally over. Or was it?

I still wasn't sure the girls were gone so I made a quick inspection of the
house. I found no evidence of them in the dining room or living room. Not
even a note. I took a quick tour of the house but I found
nothing. Graduation was over. The school year was done. Julie was gone. Now
what was I going to do?

I went to bed that night but was restless. I resisted the urge to
masturbate because I was afraid the images of me helplessly submitting to
Julie and Mrs. Forrest would rule my thoughts. Even though I'd now had two
glorious days of women controlling me and giving me the best orgasms of my
life, I didn't want to admit to myself this was the lifestyle I would
follow.

The first week of summer break was the toughest. My support structure of
friends always breaks down in the summer and I was spending too much time
alone with my thoughts. Going to Boston and picking up a guy had no
interest to me anymore. In week two I did make the trip, but it was to a
lesbian bar I found on the Internet. Maybe it was a slow night, but nobody
there really interested me. My dreams during this time were frequently
about Julie. I would wake up and find my panties soaked. Finally I went
back to the lesbian bar and let myself get picked up by a young girl. She
must have been over 21 to be in the place, but she looked 18. We had sex at
her apartment. It was nice. I had missed having somebody touch my body for
two weeks, but it wasn't the same. The next week I found myself in a
different bar hoping to find someone more like Julie or Mrs. Forrest. This
time I let an older woman pick me up, but the result was the same.

The woman knew what she was doing and I did cum a couple of times. So did
she as I did my best to pleasure her, but it wasn't the same thrill as when
I was "forced." I was distraught. I began searching alternative dating
websites and underground newspapers hoping to find what my body and soul
were craving. There were plenty of offers available, but none seemed quite
right and honestly I was scared to meet anybody that way. Then a
nondescript envelope came in the mail. It was addressed to Professor
Cumsalot and postmarked Chicago. I knew that was where Heather and her
family lived. My heart soared even as I wondered what my mail carrier must
have thought.

My pulse raced as I began to read the letter. It wasn't signed and there
were no clues as to who sent it, but I knew it was her. It read, "Dear
Tammy. By now you probably are going crazy trying to find a source for what
you need. It can be provided for you, but you must agree to see our program
through to the end. Our program lasts one week. You must agree to follow it
completely for that time. Failure to complete the program will be met with
strict disciplinary actions. During this time you will have no contact with
family or friends. This is the only time this offer will be extended as is
good for the next 24 hours. If you agree to our terms, send an email to..."

The letter concluded with a generic sounding Hotmail address. I read the
letter a second time and then a third. My pussy was wet. One week. One week
in Chicago or here? One week with Mrs. Forrest, Heather or both? My
curiosity was pegged at 100%, but it was also scary. I'd been unwilling to
meet anybody from the Internet, yet I was seriously considering responding
positively to an unsigned letter with no return address. I read the letter
a fourth time. I masturbated. I came. I put the letter down and walked
away. An hour later I masturbated again. That night I dreamed of Heather
and her mom. Once again I woke with damp sheets and drenched panties. I
sent the email.