Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2017 14:44:10 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Babysitter's Education (Lesbian / Authoritarian)

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Babysitter's Education -- Chapter 01
By Tappy McWidestance


My name is Mia and I am a freshman in college. Before you ask, no it's not
a big fancy Ivy League school or even a state university. I'm going to my
local community college for a couple of years to save money. My goal is to
go to law school some day so I still have seven years of expensive
university in front of me so I figured getting my basic classes out of the
way in a more cost effective way was a good thing. It's been quite a
transition. In high school I was a cheerleader and dated guys on the
football and basketball team. I was part of the in crowd, always invited to
the hot parties and always had guys fawning over me. After graduation, that
changed. All my friends had jobs so we couldn't hang out like we once did
and if we did get together it was never in a big group. Then in August,
they all went away to school leaving me to be, well, just me. I had just
turned 19 and was starting at a new school where I knew nobody and where
nobody would think I was special. It was a culture shock.


I dove into my studies and slowly began to enjoy college life; although I
was always a bit jealous of my friends as I imagined them having wild
parties all the time and enjoying their freedom away from home. I still
lived with my parents, which was OK since we got along fine, but it did
preclude me from partying too much or experimenting with drugs, sex and
other things like a stereotypical college student. That's not to say I was
a nun, but I just pictured my old girlfriends hooking up every weekend with
some hot college stud, going to fraternity parties or both.


It wasn't until my second semester that I believe my real education
began. That was when I took a Women's Studies and Comparative Cultures
class. While the class was fascinating as it dealt with how people around
the world lived in different ways, specifically how cultures affected
women's lives, the real benefit was the teacher.  A woman named Renee
taught the class. She was French, having come to America nine years ago to
go to college. She said she had met a boy in school and got married right
after graduation. Unfortunately the marriage didn't last and now at
28-years old, she was single and making her way. None of that would have
mattered if Renee didn't also have a four-year-old son and needed a
babysitter every other weekend. When she asked if anyone in the class had a
younger sister who babysat, I raised my hand and she asked me to stay after
class to discuss it.


Renee was surprised that I was volunteering for the babysitting job. I had
experience from when I was in high school and I could always use some extra
money. She told me she was hesitant because it could look like she was
trading my services for a better grade, but I reassured her that was the
furthest thing from my mind (I didn't need help with getting a good grade)
and that I would keep it a secret if that made her more comfortable.


I started babysitting on Friday and Saturday nights, every other week. Her
ex-husband took her son every other weekend and on Wednesday nights and she
explained to me that she "needed some adult contact" on the weekend to keep
herself sane, "if you know what I mean."


I did know what she meant and even commiserated a bit with her that since
my friends were away from school, my party schedule was greatly diminished
and I rarely dated. That is why I was free on the weekends. While I
wouldn't say we were friends, we did get to know each other a little more
than a typical student/teacher relationship. Every other Friday and
Saturday night, I would show up at her house about 8pm. She liked that I
was older and could stay up later. Her son was almost always ready for bed,
so after Renee left, always looking very formal with an alluring dress and
impeccable make-up, he would go to sleep and I would study or watch a
movie. She would return, usually about midnight. She would then have a
glass of wine or two to wind down while we talked about her dates, my
boring social life or just chatted about current events. Renee was actively
traversing the singles bar scene looking for someone to connect with. It
was kind of depressing knowing that in time, I too might be making that
journey if I didn't find someone at school. Every week that she didn't find
the next Mr. Right was a conversation about why American men are such pigs
I had with her while she drank. Some nights she came home later (1 or 2am)
having obviously hooked-up with somebody. Those guys were Mr. Right
Now. Those nights found her in a better mood, if only for a couple days
until it was clear they were not calling her back. We never talked details,
but it made me feel sad for her.


I didn't understand why she couldn't find somebody. She was beautiful,
educated and her French accent was alluring, or so any boy who heard it at
school would tell me if we talked about her. Maybe it was cultural or maybe
she was just still on the defensive about getting emotionally involved. But
that changed when she met Mr. X. I called him that because she never
mentioned anything about him including his name. She met him on a Saturday
night. She left the house wearing, well, what I considered a pretty slutty
dress showing lots of leg and a fair amount of cleavage. She also had on
stockings and four-inch stilettos. She didn't mention it, but I knew it had
been a few weeks since she got lucky and I guess she was trying to stack
the deck in her favor. I made a mental note to be prepared for her to get
home late. That didn't bother me. I usually fell asleep on the couch and
she always paid for the extra time without a fuss. I told her "good luck"
and winked at her as she walked out the door. She smiled back and said,
"Luck is not a factor."


As was the usual case, her son slept through the night with nary a peep
from the baby monitor disturbing me. I got caught up on my studies and
watched a movie. About 11pm my phone chirped and I saw that Renee had
texted me saying she was going to be late. Possibly as late as 3am. I told
her that wasn't a problem and sent her the wink emoji. I then finished my
movie and started another one, but I fell asleep about 12:30. I woke to the
sound of her heels on the hardwood floor. She was trying to sneak past me,
but bumped into the coffee table. I immediately woke up, for a moment
forgetting where I was. She was giggling. I'd never seen her like that. She
was also walking like she was sore. As I got my wits back, I realized she
was drunk. And from her messed up hair and make-up, not to mention her
dress being wrinkled far more than when she left, I deduced that she got
lucky that night. From the way she was walking gingerly, I'd say she got
seriously lucky as somebody had obviously fucked her right. Of course, I
didn't say anything as that would be inappropriate, but I was happy for
her. I must say, I could use a fucking like that as well.


I said good night to her and began walking toward the door. She offered me
the guest bedroom since it was so late, but I declined. She didn't live far
from my parent's house and I wanted to go home. She looked a little
disappointed like maybe she wanted to talk (brag) about what happened, but
I really didn't want to know the details.


Two weeks later on Friday night, she was again dressed pretty trashy and
giggled that she would be home late and hoped I didn't mind. She again said
I was welcome to the guest bedroom instead of crashing on the couch and
just said to take the baby monitor with me if I did that. It was after 3
when she staggered into the living room. Her dress was still neat, but her
make-up showed signs of crying and her hair was a mess. But she was in a
great mood. This time I did stay for a few minutes of girl talk while she
drank a glass of wine but all I could get out of her about her date was
that she now had a friend with benefits that could "keep her sane."


Each night I babysat she would return happier than when she left and
definitely unkempt from her flawless condition when she had walked out of
the door earlier. I was a bit jealous. Monday through Friday in class she
was a model professor, professional in every way. But every other Friday
and Saturday night, she would return home doing the walk of shame, although
not displaying that she was embarrassed about it. I began to formulate
theories about Mr. X and the benefits he was providing. Then fate
intervened. I was studying in the living room as usual when the Wi-Fi went
out. This had happened once before and I found her router on a desk in her
bedroom. I had rebooted it before and that solved the problem so I went to
do it again. What I found, however, changed my life.


Sitting next to the laptop on her desk, was a small leather book. I'm not
sure what possessed me to pick it up and open the cover, but I found it was
her journal. I wasn't surprised that she kept a journal (I had done so in
the past) but I was surprised she left it out. I guess she didn't think I
would be in her bedroom. I was curious, so I started leafing through the
pages. Most of it was about the end of her marriage and starting teaching
at a new school. I wasn't overly interested in the school pages, but
looking at the dates I realized which pages were about her divorce. Those
were more interesting to me. I knew I shouldn't do it, but I took the
journal back to the living room and began reading it. The pages surrounding
her divorce were very dark and spoke of tremendous heartache. I empathized
with her, although I had no real frame of reference for what she was
feeling. The pages detailing her time spent at the singles bars were also
rather depressing. Even the pages showing joy at a hook-up, we tempered by
entries a few days later of anger. Then we got to the section dealing with
the first night I saw her come home after meeting Mr. X.


Alas there were no details as to names or places, but there was detail
about what they did. Renee wrote about meeting in a bar and immediately
falling under FWB's spell. How they left the bar without the usual hours of
fake chat, drinking and dancing. How they both just knew and how Renee
followed when FWB said they were leaving.


It turns out; I was right to assume she got fucked good and proper that
first night. Again the journal had no details about his anatomy or exactly
what he did to her, but she did detail how she felt and that nobody had
ever "filled me so completely." I admit I had a mental picture of what that
might look like. I've never thought of girls sexually, but I could picture
Renee with her stocking clad legs spread while Mr. X had his way with
her. She also described being flipped onto her hands and knees without
being asked and that she hated when her ex wanted to do her doggie style,
but how she came over and over in that position that night. Apparently she
lost track of her orgasms before Mr. X was through with her. That certainly
explained her labored walk that night. She also mentioned loving the
feeling of just being flipped over without being asked and taken. That
sounded good to me too.


Damn, I thought to myself. My boyfriends always squirted within
minutes. Mr. X seemed to go forever. I remember thinking Renee was a lucky
woman. I also remember feeling my panties getting wet reading about her
night. By the time I read about her next "date" with FWB, my fingers were
in my panties and I was trying hard to get off. Masturbating is something I
do frequently since I don't have a boyfriend, but thinking about a girl
getting drilled was a first for me as I brought myself to orgasm. Yes I was
thinking about his apparently always-hard dick and how he never quit until
Renee was completely spent. But I was also thinking about how my impeccably
put together professor was being splayed open and having her holes
used. And yes, but their second encounter he had used all three and
apparently she loved it.


Having orgasmed once already, I took the journal back into her bedroom and
placed it back on the desk. I then went back to the living room, but I
couldn't concentrate on the movie because I was imagining what Renee was
probably doing right now. I knew I could read a few more weeks into the
future, but I preferred to fantasize about her. I told myself the next time
I babysat, I could read her journal and see if my predictions were right. I
fell asleep not long after that. Renee came home a little earlier that
night, but as was now her custom, she was unkempt. I woke with a start
again. I had been dreaming about Renee and her FWB. My panties were soaked,
but fortunately I was wearing blue jeans so the wetness would not
show. Renee was tired and said she was going right to bed. I went home and
masturbated with my vibrator until I fell asleep.


As I sat in Renee's class that week it was hard to concentrate on her
lecture when all I could see when I looked at her was a wild woman enjoying
her life to the fullest. I had to figure out a way to put her adventurous
side out of my mind, but that proved difficult, especially when I read more
of her journal next time I babysat. This time I wore a short skirt and
blouse to her house. It was a little out of place, but I explained I had a
dinner date before coming over. She bought my ruse. As usual she was
dressed to the nines for her evening. I waited for about an hour after she
left and her son went to sleep to go look for her journal. It wasn't on the
desk this time. Was it just a mistake last time? Did she realize I had read
it and didn't say anything? I found it in her desk drawer so I told myself
I was just being paranoid about it.


I give Renee credit. She wrote something every day. I had never been that
dedicated to my own journal. She also grew more detailed as her FWB
relationship grew, although there still were no details about
him. Apparently, though, not satisfied to just fuck her senseless, he had
begun using her in kinky ways. This was a revelation to me. It's not that I
was ignorant to the ways of BDSM, at least in theory, but I'd never met
anyone who had participated. That had apparently changed as Renee obviously
had developed a love for being tied up. Not only being tied up, but teased
with vibrators and not being allowed to cum until she begged (edging she
called it), being spanked, and even riding some kind of machine called a
Sybian until she collapsed. I had to look that one up. That night, when I
masturbated reading her journal, I supplemented my reading with streaming
videos of what she described. They were not of her, but at least I could
imagine what she would look like.


One of the things she described was being bound spread eagle on the
bed. Mr. X apparently left just enough slack in her ropes so that she could
twist and struggle a bit, but she wasn't going to get lose. He also
blindfolded her. Then, in a masterpiece of teasing, hung a Hitachi Wand (I
had to look that one up too) from the ceiling so it swung back and forth as
she struggled bouncing off her pussy. She described how maddening it was
that every time she remained calm enough to have the wand rest on her happy
spot, the vibrations excited her too much to hold still and she would rock
to the side knocking the Hitachi off its pleasure target. FWB left her like
that for about an hour until she was covered in sweat and "blabbering like
an idiot" (her words) begging to be allowed to cum.


I had never even contemplated such a thing, but as I streamed a video of a
woman using a Hitachi on herself, I was overwhelmed with how much fun it
would be to be put in Renee's situation. When I masturbated, I sometimes
went fast to get off quickly and I sometimes went slow to make the
sensations last. The idea that someone else would control that pace and
drive me insane with desire was appealing. I came quickly reading Renee's
journal just like last time. Now I wanted to make myself climax again, but
much slower. It was close to midnight and I figured I had an hour or two
before Renee got home. I put the journal away so I wouldn't get busted and
then, for the first time, went into the guest bedroom and flopped onto the
bed.


I would have loved to strip down for this part of the story, but I was
afraid Renee would come home early and I didn't have a good excuse why I
would be naked. I did lie on the bed stretching my arms and legs toward the
corners as she had described. Granted, I could move them any time so I
didn't get her full experience, but at least I got a taste. I lay in the
dark that way imagining Renee's FWB had me tied as well. Mr. X was teasing
me the same way he teased Renee. After about ten minutes alone with my
naughty thoughts, I slide one hand under my skirt and under the elastic
band of my panties. I was incredibly turned on. Normally when I feel like
this I go for the quick, cum at all costs method of masturbating. But since
Renee had been teased to the breaking point, I attempted to do the same. I
was not successful. Even just thinking about having the Hitachi bouncing
between my legs had me emotionally sensitive and when my fingers began to
rub my clit, I came almost immediately. But I didn't stop there.


The journal also described Renee being on her hands and knees with her face
in her pillow and ass in the air. She was spanked, fingered and then fucked
with a vibrator "when she asked nicely and pledged to be a good slut."
(Again her words)


After I came in my self-imposed spread eagle, I rolled over onto my tummy
and raised myself up to my knees mimicking her position. I have never been
spanked, but I had read a bit on the subject and knew it could be quite
erotic and give the spankee a kind of runner's high. I had two problems
with this position. First, it's tough to give yourself a firm hand
spanking. I tried to hit myself, but I always slowed down right before
impact. I think part of that was I didn't want to feel the pain but another
part of me was worried the noise would wake up Renee's son. One thing I was
not prevented from achieving was the fingering part. I pulled my panties
down to my thighs and I reached between my legs and slid two fingers into
my wet and very needy pussy.


As I was fucking myself, between throaty moans into the pillow, I made a
mental note to try spanking myself at home when my parents were out. I
wouldn't have to worry about the noise and I figured I could borrow a
paddle from the ping pong table downstairs if I couldn't bring myself to
slap my butt hard enough. Again the vision of a helpless Renee, her ass
bright red of her spanking, her pussy dripping from being fingered firmly,
but not quite hard enough to make her orgasm, begging Mr. X to fuck
her. And fuck her he did, at least in my mind.


Renee never described Mr. X, but if she was willing to do all these kinky
things for him, he had to be a Greek God with a huge, hard cock. At least
that was how I pictured him. My fingers were certainly smaller than his
dick, but I imagined it was him pummeling me from behind. Fortunately the
pillow kept my moans from escaping too far. I'd like to say I lasted half
and hour or more with this game, but the truth be told, I only made it a
couple minutes longer than when I was spread eagled, and that was probably
only because my second orgasm always takes longer than the first. I was
actually surprised I came so fast the second time. I usually struggle to
cum more than once, but I suppose that is because I am with lame lovers and
at least in my fantasy world, I was with a stallion.


I would have liked to have just curled up in that bed right then, but I
probably looked as disheveled as Renee would when she got home so I got up
to make myself presentable. My pussy was demanding more attention. That
confused me because I'd never cum more than twice in a day, but my body was
telling me I needed more. Looking at the bathroom clock I saw it was 12:30
and decided any further pleasure would have to wait until I got home to my
trusty vibrator. When Renee finally arrived home, I was back to being the
good, innocent babysitter, although I couldn't wait to get home again,
strip off my clothes and get myself off until I couldn't cum any more. But
something was off with Renee.


Her hair and make-up were the usual mess, but she was walking straight and
she wasn't happy. I could tell she was mad. Oh she tried not to show it,
but I could tell her evening had not gone as well as her past
adventures. Just from her walk I figured she didn't get her usual
screwing. Maybe her monthly visitor had shown up. I didn't think it was my
place to notice she was upset. We'd never talked about what she did on
these nights out and if I had not found her journal, I'd have never known
what a wild woman she hid. I said my goodbye and then stopped to confirm
she needed me the next night. I was concerned she had broken up with FWB,
but I was hoping she said yes because I wanted to read her journal entry
and see what went wrong tonight. She seemed puzzled why I would confirm she
still needed me, but said yes, 8 o'clock as usual and expect that I might
be needed later than usual. That statement made me really want to find out
what happened tonight.


Back in the safety of my bed, and with my pillow pressed firmly over my
face to muffle my screams of pleasure, I rode my vibe until I came three
more times to set a personal best of five orgasms in a day. I was pretty
tired when I crawled out of bed Saturday morning, but at least I wouldn't
have to see Renee in class before I would find out what happened to upset
her Friday night.


Saturday night I prepared myself as if I was going on a date, even if it
was just a date with Renee's journal. I wore the shorter skirt with cute
panties, although I figured they would be soaked through even before I got
to Renee's. Surprisingly she was dressed down. I did mention she didn't
look like her normal self and asked if she and FWB had broken up. She told
me they were not going out tonight but were going to Netflix and chill so I
shouldn't wait up. She again invited me to use the guest bedroom and I
thought I detected a wink when she said it, but the lighting was poor so I
might have just imagined that. If she did wink, that meant she knew I had
used the bed for more than sleep. I didn't think I had messed up the cover
or left any evidence so I decided it was just my own horny brain playing
tricks on me.


Like the night before, I let Renee's son settle into a deep slumber before
going searching for her journal. I went back to the living room instead of
the guest bedroom just to be sure I wasn't leaving any evidence that would
get me in trouble. I also had brought my vibe and it was in my purse
sitting on the couch. I quickly thumbed through her journal hoping she had
written about the night before. Fortunately for me, she had. Unfortunately
for her, I now knew why she was upset last night. FWB had not let her
cum. I would have been furious too.


I sat on the couch reading over and over again her description of being
bound and teased but not allowed to orgasm. I did not have that problem as
my vibe kept my juices flowing and brought me off twice before I finished
her recap. As I told you, I thought it was exciting picturing her bound and
teased, but that was always with the understanding that when she begged,
Mr. X would let her cum. If he didn't, I wasn't down with that. Apparently
he fucked her too and ordered her not to cum if she didn't want to get
punished again. Again. That meant he punished her once, took his pleasure
and left her hanging, metaphorically. I was fucking myself silly with my
vibe imagining her helpless and unable to pleasure herself. Perversely that
turned me on and my own orgasms flowed like never before until I reached
the end of her journal entry. I put her journal down and rode my vibe to
one more climax (I think it was number four) before I took a break. I was
spent and it was only 11pm.


I probably would have fallen asleep soon after that, had I not checked to
see if there was a journal entry for today. I had assumed she wrote them
after I left, but since her last entry was full of anger that she had not
orgasmed, I wondered if she wrote more about that. As it turns out she
did. And the entry was not what I was expecting.


"I am so pissed off that I'm not allowed to cum. My infraction was not that
bad. Now I've been ordered to edge myself to make my torment worse. Beyond
that, I've been ordered to watch the video of myself being teased. It will
be damn near impossible to complete this task without masturbating and if I
so much as touch my clit, in the state I'm in I will cum. I'll have to do
it during naptime. I don't know how I'll keep myself quiet. But I love it
and don't want to live any other way."


I felt my pussy get all squishy again as I read the entry over and
over. Not only did FWB tease her last night and not let her cum, he had
ordered her to do it again before their rendezvous tonight. I knew I had to
play with myself again using this new information to fuel my own
fantasies. I almost missed the part where she said she had to watch a video
of herself. That was a new dimension. I'd watched videos of other people
doing the things she described, but now I had to find one staring her.


I put the journal back in the desk just in case I forgot later because I
was, um, distracted. I didn't need it anymore. I had memorized the last
entry. It was burned into my brain. Then I had to locate the
video. Unfortunately it wasn't as easy as opening the DVD player. She knew
I watched movies so unless her brain was as frazzled as mine was right now,
she wouldn't have left it out. I looked through her DVD collection opening
all of the jewel boxes thinking she might have hidden it in one of them,
but no luck. Then I had the realization that it was probably just a file on
her laptop. If that was the case, I was out of luck because I didn't have
her password. In desperation I looked in the drawer with the journal, but
came up empty. I tried the drawer on the other side of the desk and
bingo... paydirt. It was a DVD-R simply labeled R in Sharpie. That had to
be it. With my hands shaking, I took the disk back to the living room and
put it in the player. I turned the volume way down because I didn't know
how loud the sound would be and of course, I didn't want to wake Renee's
son. If this was a video of his mom, I didn't want to have to explain what
she was doing. Fortunately it was the correct DVD and less than 30 seconds
after she appeared on screen, sound or no sound, my vibe was back to
assaulting my pussy.


I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. Renee, as she said in her journal,
was tied up. She was naked and as beautiful as I had imagined. As I told
you, I'd never really thought of women in a sexual context, but if anybody
could flip me it was Renee. She had such a sensual, exotic quality to
her. The fact that she was hogtied, unable to move and had a big vibrator
sticking out of her pussy may have helped my attraction. How many times had
I brought myself off thinking of that exact thing just based on reading
about it in her journal? Now I was watching it for myself. She was trussed
tightly so there was no escape, but she was able to rock back and forth a
bit. I don't know if that was moving the vibe enough to bring her off, but
she was certainly trying. I did not have that problem. I was able to
position my own vibe just right so I could just sit back and enjoy the show
with waves of pleasure flowing through my body.


The hogtied scene lasted about five minutes. Renee was sweating and begging
to be allowed to cum. I'm sure the video was edited down and that she
probably was in that position much longer. But the DVD jumped to her on her
hands and knees. As described in the journal, her face was in a pillow and
her ass was in the air. Her ass was also bright red. She had obviously been
freshly spanked. She had not described this event accurately in her
journal, or maybe I just forgot it, but her ankles were attached to a
spreader bar keeping her legs spread and her pussy and asshole open and
available. I could only theorize about the spanking part, but her pussy was
glistening as the camera was apparently set on a tripod centered behind her
so she obviously enjoyed it. There was also a big jewel that appeared to be
coming out of her ass. (I didn't know about jeweled butt plugs at the
time.) Her wrists were also tied, but not to the bed. She had been given a
Hitachi Wand and was holding it against her pussy. I imagine with her
wrists tied it was tough not to drop the wand, but she clearly had
inspiration borne out of necessity not to do so. But something seemed off
so I turned up the volume just a bit. I heard the buzz of the Hitachi and
the moans of a woman in pleasure, but then it stopped and I heard a
groan. Then she begged to an unseen person. "Please Carter," she beseeched
a person off camera. "Have mercy and let me cum."


I quickly realized that somebody was turning the Hitachi on and off from
out of view of the camera. They also apparently had some kind of speed
control because the intensity of the buzzing varied. Renee was close. Very
close to the orgasm she craved but the person controlling the wand was not
allowing it. This must have been the punishment Renee wrote about in her
journal. My own mind began to wander from the scene and fill in the blanks
to her story. I doubt I was right and in a way I was probably thinking
about my own fantasies, but I pictured Mr. X, initially a FWB who fucked
Renee every weekend and got her addicted to his cocksure prowess. Then, he
switched into this teasing mode she had to endure because she was desperate
to have him inside her again. After about five minutes of watching this
lurid scene unfold on the video, I think Renee figured out she wasn't going
to receive the vibration she needed to reach her zenith, because I saw her
begin to hump the bulbous head of the Hitachi instead of just holding it
against her pussy. I could see she was trying to rub it against her clit in
a frantic attempt to climax. I also knew whoever was controlling the wand
noticed as well because flying in from out of the frame were the tails of a
flogger that immediately impacted her reddened ass. Five quick strokes with
the flogger caused her to drop the Hitachi and the scene cut again. It was
frustrating to me that I couldn't see Mr. X, but not as frustrating I'm
sure as it was to Renee to have dropped the instrument of her pleasure.


I was close to orgasming as my vibe had been doing its job efficiently and
I found watching Renee be flogged strangely erotic so I hit the backwards
button on the remote and watched the last minute again. It was such a turn
on to watch her desperately try to get off by humping the Hitachi and then
my own pussy clenched as the flogger began to strike her. I would have
never expected my body to react with pleasure at seeing that, but Renee's
reaction was not screams of pain or shouts of anger but were moans of
pleasure as the pain of impact traveled from her ass, lower back and
thighs. I'd read about the runner's high from impact play and now I was
seeing it. I rewound the video a second time only this time I let it play
in slow motion. I could now see the individual tails of the flogger
impacting her delicate skin and see her rock forward with each strike. By
the fifth stroke, I came and I came hard. The perverse pleasure of seeing
her punished had gotten me off. Later that night in the safety of my own
bedroom I would lie awake questioning my values for enjoying watching her
video, but in the moment, I was hoping there was another scene. Luckily for
me, but not so much for Renee, the DVD was not done.


There were two additional scenes and I came watching both of them. The
first was in her journal. It was the spread eagle tie with the Hitachi
hanging over her. It was pretty diabolical, although she had no control
unlike the last scene on her hands and knees. I didn't know if that was
better or worse for her, but I loved watching her twist in her bonds
attempting to keep the buzzing centered on her pussy. Each scene seemed to
be cut to exactly five minutes. I wanted to know how long she actually had
to endure this tease torture. When I just lay on her guest bed trying to
mimic this position I didn't last five minutes and that was without the
vibe or cuffs. She could have been there 30 minutes, an hour or longer. No
wonder she had been coming home angry.


The fourth scene was, in my opinion, the most diabolical. It also lasted
longer and left Renee crying at the end. For the record, she wasn't crying
in pain, but in frustration. I really wanted to know what she had done to
earn the punishment of not being allowed to orgasm. I was also amazed that
she didn't cum as I watched this scene play out. She wasn't tied for this
one. In fact, she was dressed. I remember this dress, in fact. It was a
short, black cocktail dress slit up the side to slow a lot of thigh when
she sat with a generous expanse of cleavage on display. Elegant slutty I
remember thinking to myself when I first saw Renee wearing it. She also had
on black stockings and stilettos like I had seen her wear before, because
of course you would complete the look that way. Then I saw a detail I had
not noticed the night she wore this dress. She was wearing a black choker
around her neck. I had not paid any attention to it originally. It matched
her dress and just seemed like a fashion statement, but now I saw it as a
collar. For the first time I realized Renee wasn't just playing kinky
games, but was submissive to this mystery man. My naivety is on clear
display because you probably figured that out a long time ago when she
first described the joy of getting tied up. I quickly got on my phone and
started Googling BDSM activities. Now I better understood why he wasn't
letting her cum. She had mentioned edging but I had not paid much attention
to the term, but I looked it up. Damn. That was more harsh than I assumed
since the webpage I was reading said it was frequently paired with orgasm
control and the submissive my not be allowed to orgasm for months at a
time. Hell no, I thought to myself. You could tease me for 15-20
minutes. That's just good foreplay. But I'm cumming soon and you are not
going to stop me. But I digress. Back to the fourth scene and Renee's
continued torment.


The camera was setup facing a tall mirror mounted to a wall. It looked like
a bathroom. That made sense. Again, no image of Mr. X, but I did see Renee
crawling toward the mirror. Her dress was hiked up over her ass and I saw a
different plug in her butt. This one wasn't jeweled, but had a hook where
you could hold it using a finger. She had a sexy little sway as she
crawled. And why was she going toward the mirror? Because there was a dildo
suction cupped to the glass. As she reached the mirror, she immediately
went down on the dildo. I watched as she started to blow the sex toy. I
also looked down at the coffee table in front of the couch I was sitting
on. It had a glass top too. I only had my vibe (the only sex toy I owned)
but I pictured the dildo Renee was sucking sticking up from the table and
my kneeling on the floor pleasuring it. I rather enjoyed sucking off my
boyfriends and while I knew sucking a dildo wouldn't be the same, it struck
me as pretty kinky, especially when Renee spun around and backed up
impaling herself on the fake cock.


Here is where Renee and I differ. I'm certainly not above fucking myself
with a dildo. Although I had never done it I have fucked my vibe and it's
pretty much the same thing. But there is no way I would have gone as slowly
as Renee was going. Again, she had obviously been instructed to go slowly
to tease herself. She also wasn't reaching between her legs to finger her
clit. I would have done that and I would have fucked the mirror with wild
abandon. But Renee was going maddeningly slow. I knew it was driving her
crazy. I could see the annoyance in her eyes as she stared that the
camera. I could see her pussy devouring the dildo reflected in the mirror
each time she rocked back, but her eyes told the real story as she
eventually started to cry because she needed to really pound herself. It
was clear she craved how Robin fucked her and this was just to torment her
into having penetration without satisfaction. It kind of reminded me of
some of the boys I had dated who just didn't know how to fuck and left me
hanging. At the five-minute mark, my own orgasm hanging on the edge of
release just waiting to replay the scene, she rocked forward and reached
behind herself. The reflection showed her pulling the plug out of her
ass. I was kind of amazed as I watched her asshole open up as the expansive
portion of the plug stretched her wide open. I have read that anal sex is
pleasurable, but I don't think I could do what she just did. Anyway, as the
plug popped out, her asshole stayed open. Not the full width of the plug,
but it didn't snap shut like I expected. She then backed up on the dildo
again. I'm sure you know which hole she chose for round two.


Her expressions were a mix of pleasure and frustration as she continued to
slowly, very slowly, fuck herself. I imagined a few hard thrusts would have
gotten her off. But whomever was pulling her puppet strings was not
allowing that and she was fighting her basic carnal needs to obey. I felt
sorry for her as I fucked myself. No I didn't match her pace. I fucked my
vibe as hard as I am sure she wanted to fuck that dildo. I had to hold my
hand over my mouth to keep from waking the kid as I screamed in orgasm
watching Renee tease herself. Later as I thought about why watching her get
flogged got me off so hard I also felt guilty about cumming watching her
fuck the mirror. But in real time as I watched the video, all I could think
about was my next orgasm so I skipped the DVD back to the start of the
scene. This time after she was done sucking on the dildo (I was more
focused on the chrome plug) and she turned around to mount it, I played the
video in 4x speed mode so she looked like she was fucking it at normal
speed. Now I could really picture myself in her place. I had a similar
mirror in my bathroom and I started thinking about where I could get a
dildo like she had. I also looked down at the table again wishing I had
that dildo right now. I'd never had a three way, but the thought of blowing
the dildo while I fucked myself with my vibe was a powerful vision. Renee
finished in a couple of minutes this time due to the increased speed so I
had to hit the back chapter button again. She might have been done, but I
wasn't. I tried 8x speed this time and now she was really fucking
herself. Now her look of frustration appeared more like intense pleasure
and reinforced my desire to buy a similar dildo.


It took me a couple more replays to cum a final time. My body had enough
and I felt like I was kind of forcing myself to orgasm the last time. It
was still a good cum, but wasn't great. I came with the dildo deep in
Renee's ass and went back to normal speed just in time to see her crawl
back toward the camera. She had completed her task, but there was loathing
in her eyes for not being allowed to cum. I wondered if tonight she was
being teased as well or if I would see happy Renee. I put the DVD back in
her drawer and put my vibe back in my backpack. I then sat down on the
couch ready to pass out.


I woke to Renee's hand shaking my shoulder. As she predicted it was 3am. I
had been having a naughty dream about being tied up and teased. With the
soft light of the hallway spilling into the living room, I saw Renee
smiling, her make-up not too messed up and her hair in reasonable shape. I
assumed she had finally been allowed to cum. I was curious as to the manner
that happened. She apparently had not been fuck meat tonight. That was the
name I had given to the nights she came home in obvious pain and unable to
walk straight. And she wasn't angry Renee so I was pretty sure her edging
and orgasm control had been relieved. This was more of a I got fucked but
didn't do anything crazy look. I wondered if she had not been with Carter
and found a new partner. Because while she was smiling, I really liked the
fuck meat look better and I was pretty sure she enjoyed those evenings
better as well. But maybe the weeks of teasing had been too much so she was
back to the bars. But obviously I couldn't ask.


I was exhausted though from playing with myself all night (she didn't know
that) so I asked if the guest bedroom offer was still available. Renee said
sure and led me to it. She said she would try to keep her son quiet in the
morning, but there were no guarantees. She apologized in advance if he woke
me up and I told her not to worry. After she left I stripped down to my bra
and wet panties, went to the bathroom and crawled under the covers. I must
have been having more erotic dreams because my panties were still wet when
I woke up to the sound of a four-year-old running through the hallway. I
wasn't really surprised that my right hand was in my panties. I had taken
this job just to earn a little extra cash to help pay for tuition, but as
it turned out, I was learning a lot about myself, not to mention a lot
about my teacher. I knew it was going to be crazy difficult to sit in her
class and pretend I didn't know her secrets. As it turned out, Renee knew
some of my secrets as well.


The week passed slowly and my thoughts were consumed by the video I watched
of Renee being teased. Her ex would have her son this week so there was no
need for me to babysit and watching her in class for three days was
torture. I have to admit that I had developed a bit of a crush on her. She
was living her life so freely through her submission and I wanted to know
more. I wanted to experience what she did, but I didn't know how to
start. I wondered where she met Carter and wondered if I could meet someone
like him I could trust enough to give myself completely. My infatuation
with Renee was complicated by her wearing more formal clothes to class that
week. She wasn't dressing slutty like when she went out. She was definitely
dressing more business-like and that reminded me of her outfits that she
wore for Carter after she had submitted to him. Maybe it was jut me. Maybe
I was projecting my own fantasies on her. I masturbated every night that
week thinking about her writings and the video. I actually found myself
going to bed early just so I could jill off sooner. I needed some human
contact other than my right hand and I decided that Friday I would go out
and find some guy as a hook-up. But Renee had other plans and of course, I
was happy to help her.


Friday afternoon in class I heard her phone chirp in the middle of the
lecture. She paused to look at the text and I could see she was upset. This
was her weekend away from her son and I'm sure she was planning something
more exciting than Netflix and chill with Carson. As class ended, she waved
me over to her desk as the other students were leaving. For a brief moment
I thought she was going to invite me to party with them. I would not have
turned down an opportunity for my first threesome. Even though I had never
met Carson, it was obvious Renee had complete trust in him and that was
good enough for me. But alas, that was just my fantasy mind overrunning
reality. Renee told me her ex had to go out of town suddenly and she had to
keep her son. She said she already had plans she couldn't break and
wondered if I could babysit that night. She said she knew it was an
inconvenience, but she was stuck and would pay me double my usual rate. I
didn't tell her, but I would have babysat for free as long as I could find
her journal and DVD. I pretended like it was an untimely because I had a
dinner date (I was setting myself up with an excuse to dress sexy) but I
told her I would cut it short and be at her house by 8. Her smile beamed
and my heart melted.


I dressed in another short skirt and sheer blouse. I also made sure I had
fresh batteries in my vibe. I didn't bother with my book bag because I
wouldn't have taken that on a date and I knew I wouldn't get any studying
done that night anyway. At 7:55 I arrived at Renee's house. My panties were
already soaked and my heart was beating way to fast. When I walked up to
the door I got my first hint that tonight might be different. There was a
note telling me Renee was running late getting ready and to just come
in. That seemed weird, but OK. She always was ready before I arrived
because she was always in a hurry to leave. I figured she was in her
bedroom, but I never made it that far to check. As I entered the living
room, I immediately noticed some new items on the table. They were
definitely not casual decorations. There was also another note. Looking at
the table I started to shake because I knew my secrets were not so
secret. The note was pretty direct.


"Dearest Mia," it began. "No doubt you are wondering why there are
handcuffs, a paddle, a blindfold, an egg vibrator and a dildo on the
table. I know you have been reading my diary and since my DVD was moved
slightly in the drawer, I suppose you watched that too. Don't worry. Your
secret is safe with me. I am assuming you enjoyed yourself. The last couple
of weekends when I came home I could smell your arousal so you need not
bother denying what you were doing. Obviously from the video, you know my
secrets so it would be pretty hypocritical to judge you for yours. My ex
has my son and I am already out with Carter so you have the house to
yourself. Carter has some big meeting tomorrow so I'll be home earlier than
usual, probably about midnight. That gives you up to four hours to indulge
yourself if you so choose. If you want to just leave, I understand. If you
want to experience some of the things I have grown to love the last few
months, you can do so safely tonight."


I paused reading her note and looked at the items on the table. I
recognized the dildo. It was the same suction cup model she used on the
mirror. Only now it was standing straight up on the table. It didn't look
that big in the video, but in real life, it was impressive and likely
larger than any of my boyfriends. I also picked up the handcuffs. They were
steel and were no joke. I expected them to be light-weight but they were
not. I felt my pussy twitch as I imagined them around my wrist. But I
didn't see a key. Certainly she didn't expect me to bind myself and then
just wait for her, did she? Had I read more of the note I would have known
the answer.


"In the freezer you will find an ice cube. The handcuff key is frozen
inside. If you decide to need it, please put it in a bowl so it will not
melt on the table. Usually it takes about two hours to melt enough to get
the key out. If you are up for an adventure that will be better than just
masturbating to my journals, I recommend the following... First strip down
to your bra and panties. This is optional, but trust me it will turn you on
more if you do it. Then use the paddle and give yourself ten firm swats on
each ass cheek. I know it is tough to spank yourself, but the paddle will
help. Then go and get the ice cube from the freezer.

Dim the lights and turn on the DVD player. Set the TV's volume to 30. There
is a new video just for you. It has ten minutes of a blank screen so you
can prepare for the rest of your adventure. Take the egg and turn it on
low. Slide it into your pussy. Your panties will keep it in place. On low
it will just tease you like I have been the last couple of weeks. You'll
love it. Next, look down and you will see leather cuffs attached to the
legs of the sofa. I had to guess on the length of their ropes, but I think
their position will spread your legs just about right. Attach the cuffs to
your ankles. All that remains is to clip the handcuffs around your wrists
and behind your back. Make sure the bowl for the key is near the edge of
the table where you can twist and reach it. With your legs cuffed you will
have limited mobility. You might want to test how far you can reach before
you attach the handcuffs.

That's it. Enjoy yourself. You'll know what it is like to be teased with no
hope of escape until the ice melts. You can then go home if you like, but I
bet you'll want to put the dildo to good use. Feel free to stay as long as
you like. If you wear yourself out, the guest bed is made up for you. I
won't need you to babysit tomorrow, but we'll be back on our regular
schedule next week if you are still available."


She signed the note Love Renee and I think she meant it. I looked back down
at the toys. I then went and checked the freezer. There indeed was an ice
cube with a key frozen inside. I went back to the table and I picked up the
handcuffs. They seemed to be heavier now that I was contemplating using
them. I then grabbed the dildo by its base and its jelly material wiggled
obscenely. Renee was right about one thing. If I took her up on her little
adventure, I was pretty sure I would be needed that dildo when I got
free. I sat down for about five minutes thinking about my options. Part of
me wanted to run and never come back. Another part, my pussy, was giving me
just the opposite advice. My intellect was saying be cautious while my
subconscious was telling me I could trust Renee and that this was an
opportunity not to be missed. I took off my skirt and blouse and neatly
folded them over the arm of a chair. At least I wouldn't be as wrinkled as
Renee was when she came home. I then went to retrieve the ice cube.


I chose not to spank myself. Part of me wanted to experience it, but part
of me was still freaking out that Renee set this game in motion for me, so
I moved onto binding my ankles. Per her safety instructions, I tested how
far I could twist and reach before securing my wrists. I reasoned that she
wouldn't have given me that instruction if this were some kind of trick to
trap me in bondage. I also figured out that if I needed to escape, I could
hold the ice cube and make it melt quicker. I was almost ready to begin in
earnest. But before I did, I took the dildo and moved it to the center of
the table so it would be in view when I looked at the TV. I wanted to
remember Renee fucking herself on the fake phallus in case that wasn't in
the new video. I then started the DVD player, set the volume and inserted
the egg, set to low as instructed. I felt decidedly naughty as my legs were
now spread and the egg was making nasty sounds as my juices flowed over it.


As Renee foretold, the TV screen was blank, but I could see the numbers
counting up on the DVD player's display. I had seven minutes to
wait. Before I could chicken out, I snapped the handcuff around my left
wrist and then put my arms behind my back. It was a little bit of a
challenge to secure my right wrist as I had never done this before, but
soon I was secured tightly and waiting for the video to begin. It was then
I had a bit of a panic attack. I tried to calm myself, but it was a
struggle. Suddenly everything in the room reminded me of the vulnerable
position I had put myself into and I knew there would be no escape for a
couple of hours. I considered trying to melt the ice cube, but then the TV
came to life and the shock of the image caused my other problems to quickly
fade away. I was looking at myself. It wasn't a live shot though. I was of
me masturbating last week and I couldn't look away.


I watched myself for several minutes wondering how this was possible. The
egg was keeping my pussy occupied while my brain tried to figure out what
was happening. I realized the camera view was at a slight angle to the
couch so I looked to the left of the TV and I noticed a book on the TV
stand that had a strange circle on the spine. Then it hit me. It was a
secret nanny cam. Renee must have been watching me for weeks. I didn't have
to see video to know she probably had one in the spare bedroom too and
watched me spread eagle myself. I almost felt defeated for being so stupid
as to not think she might have security cameras. But then the on camera me
orgasmed and I felt my own pussy twitch in response. After that any worries
about my situation would have to wait.


Forty-five minutes later I had watched all of the footage of me
masturbating in Renee's house. I should have been angry, but all I could
think about was getting free, grabbing the dildo and fucking myself until I
came. I knew it wouldn't take long. Then, with my scenes depleted, the
video switched to a series of scenes of beautiful women in bondage being
teased by Hitachis and riding Sybians. The only difference was unlike me
with just a weak egg to tease me but not let me cum, these women were all
having screaming orgasms within minutes. The volume seemed louder too as
the moans of pleasure echoed off the walls. I was growing more and more
desperate to climax and although I knew it wouldn't really help, I even
rocked forward to my knees so I could lean forward and give the dildo a
blowjob. I knew it wouldn't make me cum, but it seemed like I should be
doing something more than just sitting there.


I tried to figure out if there was any way to rub the edge of the table
with my pussy to make myself cum, but short of melting the ice, I couldn't
figure out a way to relieve my need. I even tried twisting enough to reach
the paddle thinking I might be able to get it to stand upright between the
cushions so I could rub the handle on my pussy, but it was just out of
reach. Much like I had watched Renee struggle last week, the bondage I had
put myself in was design just right to keep me in check.  After a few women
came their heads off on the screen, I watched as two more got spanked and
flogged. Although they were in obvious pain, my arousal did not
diminish. If fact I would have gladly traded places with them if after
their punishment I was rewarded with an orgasm. Finally the screen went
blank. I looked at the ice and realized I still had some time to wait. In a
way that was more frustrating because I had no distraction on the TV. The
batteries in the egg had died and I was sitting in the dim light, tied to
the couch and alone with my thoughts.  Those thoughts betrayed me as I
realized just how much I was enjoying this and praying that Renee would
come home early to release me. Well, not release me but get me off. I knew
I could melt the ice, but I was determined to see this game through.


After what was probably about another forty minutes, the key was free. It
was a challenge to unlock the first cuff and I had to be careful not to
drop the key, but finally my left wrist was released and soon after, my
right. I didn't bother releasing my ankles. I reached over to my purse and
grabbed my vibe and then I grabbed the dildo. I pulled the cord attached to
the now worthless egg and it slide out of my pussy easily. I then leaned
back against the couch cushions and plunged the dildo deep into my
overheated pussy. It felt much better than the egg. I began to fuck myself
with wild abandon as I switched on the vibe and held it against my clit. I
had no interest in teasing myself any longer. I needed to cum and cum
now. I felt my orgasm build quickly and knew I would soon be over the
precipice. I was mostly looking down at the dildo I was slamming in and out
of my pussy, but as I neared my climax I looked up and saw the fake book /
spy camera and realized Renee would be recording every moment of my
torment. That triggered an explosive orgasm as I threw my head back in
ecstasy and let out a primal scream. But my body was far from finished and
I didn't care that Renee would be able to see me continue to debase
myself. I continued slamming the dildo into my needy pussy until I came
again. Then I pulled it out, dripping with my juices, and slammed its
suction cup to the table. I was ready to finally have my mouth and pussy
both filled at the same time. I rocked forward again until I could go down
on the fake cock and taste my own flavor. I then plunged my vibe as deep as
I could into my suddenly empty pussy.


As before, I'd like to say I was able to prolong this kinky pleasure, but
my body soon built to another mind blowing climax that left me kneeling
with the dildo buried deep in my throat as wave after wave of climax washed
over my body. I was spent. Eventually I lifted my head off the dildo and
lay it down on the table. I stayed in that position for several minutes
recovering before I finally unhooked my ankles. I struggled to stand and
ended up lying on the floor for a couple of minutes while my body came back
down to earth. Then I got up and went to the bathroom. Looking at myself in
the mirror, I recognized the look. I had seen it so many times when Renee
came home. I wasn't sore, but I needed to sleep. I slowly walked to the
guest bedroom. Flipping on the lights, I realized that Renee had left me
another note.

"I'm sure you had fun in the living room and I know you enjoyed watching me
bound and teased by the Hitachi Wand. If you want to experience that for
yourself, it is setup for you in my basement. That is where I have my
playroom setup. Take the key sitting on the table next to the bed. There is
a locked door at the end of the laundry room. You'll find everything you
need."


That was a twist I didn't expect. I assumed Carter teased her at his
place. I wasn't 100% sure I wanted to tease myself any more that night, but
I definitely wanted to see her playroom so I grabbed the key and headed to
the basement. It felt surreal to be walking around her house without
wearing any clothes. It was also exciting and my exhaustion from my first
session in the living room was being replaced by anticipation of what I
would find hidden behind the laundry room.


The basement was unfinished except for a wall on one side that appeared to
close off the mechanical area. That is where I found the washer and
dryer. As Renee had explained, there was another door. It looked like maybe
it was originally for a home office or something, but the room would not be
visible from the main side of the basement. It was weird that it only was
accessible from the mechanical room. It was concealed. Opening the door and
turning on a dim light, I suppose I understood why Renee would keep it a
secret. There was a twin bed setup perpendicular to the far wall. It had a
metal frame. As I anticipated there were cuffs attached to the corners and
the Hitachi hung from the ceiling about six inches above the bed. I
recognized the setup from the video. Looking up at the floor joists above
me, I saw various I-bolts, no doubt to secure a wayward sub as well as
various instruments of the trade neatly organized and attached to the
wall. There was also a padded bench, also with cuffs on the legs and a desk
with dildos, vibes, gags, more cuffs and a couple of blindfolds. I was
pretty sure Renee would not like the Dean of the college getting a tour of
this room. But looking at all these new toys, my own pussy began to heat
up. Although I was a neophyte, I could sense the possibilities.


I walked over to the bed to inspect the Hitachi rig more closely. The cuffs
were well padded and their closures were fixed. I couldn't tell how I would
be able to tighten them once I slid them on. That didn't bother me. I
figured they were safe much like the handcuffs were with the icy
key. Looking at the control box, there was a power button and an up/down
arrow selector. I pressed power and quickly realized the arrows controlled
a timer indicator. I turned it back off and picked up another note Renee
had thoughtfully left for me.


"I thought you might want to try this one for real since you came so fast
when you just did it for play. Put your legs in the cuffs, and then press
the power button on the Hitachi control. The default settings (30 minutes
as I recalled) should be fine for a first timer. I recommend using the
blindfold too for maximum effect and pleasure. It will block the light from
the ceiling and let you fully concentrate on the sensations. Then slip your
hands into the wrist cuffs. I left a little slack to make it easier,
although whichever wrist you do last will be a challenge. The control box
will give you three minutes to secure yourself or change your mind. See you
soon."


Renee was right that I had cum way to fast when I just lay on her bed
spread eagled. I also remember her video showing her begging to cum after
just five minutes, but I wasn't sure how long that was in real time. I
wasn't sure if I could handle 30 minutes so I figured maybe I would do 15
and then if I liked it, do another 15. That seemed reasonable. I also was
scared of using the blindfold, so I skipped that.


I hopped onto the bed and easily slid my feet through the cuffs around my
ankles. My pussy was very juicy at putting myself in the position with my
legs spread again. I really liked the feeling of not being able to close
them. I then turned on the Hitachi control, pressed the down arrow a couple
of times (it worked in five minute increments) and then lay back on the
bed. I positioned myself as best I could so the Hitachi would be in
place. My right wrist was easy to secure by twisting a bit. As I did I felt
the Hitachi move and for the first time understood why it had been so hard
for Renee to keep it in the optimal spot. I then attempted to secure my
left wrist. It was more of a challenge, but after about a minute it was
through the cuff. Now I waited. I probably had only a minute before the
control box would begin its cycle, but it seemed like an eternity. The room
was quiet and still. There was nothing for me to do but wait, spread and
waiting with my pussy beginning to leak without being touched. Then it
began. But it wasn't exactly what I expected.


The first sound was from the control box not the Hitachi. It was the sound
of a strong fan and I felt the cuffs begin to constrict around my wrists
and ankles as air bladders were inflated. I was shocked as I felt them
tighten and made no effort to remove one of my arms before it was too
late. I was held tightly. Then the Hitachi began to buzz. For a moment, I
forgot about the bondage.


The control box cycled the speed of the Hitachi up and down and then
off. At first the blissful moments at full speed occurred frequently, but
never long enough to bring me to orgasm. As the timer ticked down, the wand
buzzed all to frequently at a low speed or even turned off. Then it would
jump to full speed for 5 seconds and as I twisted away in an involuntary
contraction, it would slow down again as I struggled to get it positioned
properly. It was maddening. What I wanted to do was just grab it and hold
it tightly on my clit. Instead I was being teased worse than when I was in
the living room. Unable to move more than a few inches, I was helpless to
relieve the cravings consuming my body.


The one saving grace was that I had shortened the cycle and would soon be
released to bring myself to orgasm, although that knowledge did little to
decrease my frustration caused by that damn wand and my self-bondage. I was
screaming in torment and begging to be allowed to cum although nobody was
there to hear me or more importantly help me. But I couldn't help it. My
mind was being consumed by lust again and my sole focus was on my
pussy. Then mercifully I heard the control box click off. The wand went
limp resting against my labia. I breathed easy expecting the cuffs to
deflate. But they didn't. I tugged on them moving my arms and legs as much
as the ropes would allow, but they held fast. The Hitachi slid a little
along my sensitive lips, which my body noticed, although it was far too
little of additional stimulation to bring me any pleasure. I released an
audible sigh and pushed my head against the pillow in defeat.  Then I heard
Renee's voice.


"You look so beautiful, Mia. I could tell how much you enjoyed that."


I looked around the room but didn't see her.


"Look up in the corner to your right," I heard her voice say. I did and saw
another camera. This one wasn't hidden. I was full size and apparently had
a microphone and speaker.


"How do I get loose," I asked the camera. "I need to cum."


"I am sure you do," Renee replied. "But we have a couple of problems. First
off Carter got inspired watching you so it looks like I'm getting fucked
properly tonight after all."


I didn't grasp why that was a problem. At least not until she mentioned
problem two.


"Second, you didn't use the blindfold or keep the machine at 30 minutes."


There was a pause where neither of use spoke.


"The good news," I heard her say, "is that I can reset the box from my
phone. I'll start it again and turn off the light as well so you can get
the full experience. You're safe for a while, so after Carter is done with
me, I'll be home. Enjoy yourself."



I started to reply. Actually I yelled for her to release me. But the lights
turned off instead. I then noticed a red circle of lights around the camera
lens. It didn't illuminate the room, but I knew they were infrared so the
camera could still get an image of me spread wide and vulnerable in the
dark. The Hitachi didn't turn on right away. I decided she was just kidding
about being able to control it remotely. I decided she was just messing
with me. About ten minutes went by, I estimated, and my libido had finally
calmed down. There wasn't much for me to do so I closed my eyes and tried
to fall asleep. That wouldn't be easy as my being spread wasn't a
comfortable way to sleep and my mind was still racing as I fantasized about
what Renee would do to me when she got home. Then the Hitachi turned on and
my eyes shot open, although I couldn't see anything since the light was
still off.


Renee was right. The darkness enhanced the experience because I could only
concentrate on the sensations between my legs. When the wand turned off,
the only sound I could hear was my breathing and the only thing I felt was
the beating of my heart. Actually it was the beating of my heart and a
pulsation in my clit that found the same rhythm. This went on far longer
than 15 minutes. I don't know how long Renee set the device to tease me,
but I was soon a babbling mess in far worse shape than she had been in the
video. The wand would turn off for several minutes at a time leaving me to
wonder if it would turn on again at all. Then it would turn on at a
seemingly random speed. The higher the speed, the shorter duration it would
run. It couldn't decide if it was worse to run at a higher speed to bring
me close to orgasm quicker and then shut off denying what I craved or to
run slowly and take longer to bring me to that plane of need. Either way it
kept teasing me. I simultaneously loved and hated the position I was in and
during those times when the Hitachi was silent, I began to plot my revenge
against Renee, although I think you probably know that I'd do whatever she
wanted me to do in order to cum.


Did the Hitachi tease me for an hour? Maybe. Like I said, time stood still
as all could concentrate on was my desire to cum. Eventually it did stop
and after a few minutes of stillness, I fell asleep emotionally and
physically drained. Some time later, I thought I was having a naughty
dream. I felt like I was on the edge of orgasm again as my clit and pussy
were stimulated by a gentle force I couldn't quite put my hand on as it
slowly and gently stimulated me. I woke but still saw only blackness except
for light coming under the door. That had not been there before. I raised
my head and looked down toward my pussy and saw the back of someone's
head. "Renee?" I asked. With a single long slurp up the length of my pussy
the person paused, "Ah, my fuck toy lives."

The person then stood up and turned on a different light. Fortunately is
was pretty dim, but it was bright enough to see Renee's make-up and outfit
told the story that she had as good a night as I had. She then took off her
dress. She was naked underneath. Next she sat on the edge of the bed and
slowly ran her manicured fingernails up and down my slit and over my
clit. I moaned, my teased arousal returning quickly and with a vengeance.


"So Mia," she said softly, but to me it sounded like a taunt. "Is there
anything you want to say to me?"


I was thrusting my hips forward as much as the ropes would allow attempting
to force her fingers to make better contact with my pussy. But of course,
she was prepared for that and simply raised her hand to keep her digits at
perfect soft tease height. There were plenty of things I wanted to say. But
in the end I just confessed, "I want to cum." Then I quickly amended that
to, "Renee, I meant to say I need to cum."


She continued to gently touch my naughty bits while she said, "We watched
you when you were in the living room. You came a number of times."


"That's true," I admitted, seemingly unconcerned that she had spied on me,
"but that was before that damn Hitachi worked on me for an hour. Plus your
tongue and fingers just now have been teasing me again. Please get me off
Renee," I pleaded.


"There is a long standing tradition that the dominant cums before the
submissive," she told me. I didn't know that. "You wouldn't want your
Mistress to cum second, would you?"


Mistress? Did she say Mistress? Renee wasn't my Mistress and I told her
that.


"Well, not yet," she replied. "But you obviously are submissive and get off
on bondage, so it's only a matter of time."


"Please just get me off," I begged once again. She reiterated that she had
to cum first. I finally agreed, but also told her that didn't mean she was
my Mistress. I watched as she climbed onto the bed and then straddled my
secured body. Did I mention about four feet above the bed there were some
handles mounted in the wall? I had not paid attention to them before, but
as Renee moved forward pinning my arms to the mattress and then grabbed the
handles, I understood their purpose. They helped her stabilize herself as
she fed me her pussy. My first taste of pussy besides my own and I couldn't
do anything about it. I was tentative at first; just sticking my tongue out
a little bit and nibbling at her soft, wet folds. But with her
encouragement, soon I was diving in like a starving porn star. My reward
was an intoxicating release of her own juices as her arousal built. I had
no doubts she had cum multiple times while Carter fucked her tonight, but
then again, maybe she had been teased and this was her first release. She
was certainly moaning like she had not cum for weeks and as she started to
grind her pussy on my face, I assumed her release was near. Hopefully then
mine would be as well. Steadied by the grab bar above the headboard, she
began to pummel my face with her pussy. My makeup would soon look like
hers, I mused to myself, as my efforts to lick her pussy were largely
irrelevant at this point. She was taking what she needed and my face was
simply the conduit for her to get the stimulation she craved. Thirty
seconds later, with a primal scream, she released. I would have loved to
see her face as so primitive an instinct took over and she orgasmed. But
mostly I just saw her pussy and felt her juices leak onto my
face. Occasionally I saw a glimpse of her perfect breasts, but her face was
unavailable to my lustful gaze.


I think it was my nose rubbing on her clit that finally got her over the
edge. I knew her scent was strong and I could no more avoid taking it in
than stop breathing. She howled in pleasure for at least 15 seconds and was
then still on my face. My arms were sore from her kneeling on them and my
head was swimming from her arousal perfume, but at least, I thought my time
had come, so to speak. But as with everything else when you are tied up,
the phrase "not so fast" comes into play.


Renee slid down my body so she wasn't smothering my mouth any more or
leaning on my arms. I appreciated that. I could finally see her face and it
showed a look of pure bliss. She almost looked like she didn't even know I
was still beneath her. Her butt was just a few inches above my pussy. It
would have been easy for her to reach down and with a few strokes of her
fingers, bring me off. But she was still in recovery mode from her climax,
so I was still denied. About a minute later she finally dismounted me. As
she climbed off the bed she took my right nipple in her fingers and gave it
a firm squeeze. "Thanks, babe," she said. "I needed that." She then
repositioned the Hitachi and pressed some buttons on the control box.


"I'll be back in a little while. I have to go call and report on what we
just did," she said before disappearing into the mechanical room and
shutting the door.


I waited as patiently as I could, which is to say not very patiently, for
the three minutes to elapse and the Hitachi to give me the orgasm I
craved. I was sure Renee had set the infernal device to get me off. But
when it did turn on, it was very slow. And it stayed that way. In fact it
was hardly moving meaning my arousal was hardly moving. Oh, it was at a
high level, but not high enough. I silently cursed her. I guess she wanted
to see my orgasm so I was going to have to wait a little longer. I thought
about trying to fake some moans to get her to come back sooner if her plan
was to bring me off herself. Maybe I could trick her into thinking I was
about to cum without her? I put that idea out of my head almost as fast as
it had arrived. She'd been ahead of me this entire evening. Actually she
had been ahead of me since before I found her journal. Certainly she
wouldn't fall for an obvious trick like me faking an orgasm. I was kicking
myself for even thinking it when I did hear a moan. Since it wasn't me, it
must have been Renee. Starting soft and far away, the moans got louder and
closer until the door opened again and Renee was standing there with a
cordless phone in one hand and a vibrator in the other. At first I thought
she was talking to Carter who was going to tell her how to get me off. Then
I realized she was pushing the vibrator into her pussy as she described my
position and me to her phone mate. At least she gave me credit for getting
her off once. Her voice partner was forcing her to beg now for permission
to cum. This was fun for me to watch since she had been denying me that
pleasure. I definitely took schadenfreude in her torment, although I should
have been pissed because she continually denied me my own release. But I
figured if I couldn't cum yet, I could take pleasure in her being denied as
well. Unfortunately that denial did not last long and moments after hearing
her say "thank you," she came again. I would have liked to hear the other
end of the conversation, but at least this time I could see what she looked
like when she was wearing her `O' face. She hung up and then turned off the
Hitachi. It felt strange not to have the dainty buzzing tickling my clit,
no matter how tormenting it had been.


"Please let me cum," I immediately asked.


"Are you ready to call me Mistress?" she replied.


"No, but you have cum twice since you got home and I've been teased for
hours. Have mercy," I implored her.


"If you don't want to be my sub, tell me what you really want," Renee said.


I had to think for a moment. Just saying I wanted to cum wasn't working
with her so I had to think of something else. "I, um, well," I
stammered. "I want to get fucked like Carter fucks you," I finally blurted
out. She seemed a little shocked. So I continued. "I mean, I've see you
come home with your makeup ruined, your clothes a mess and unable to walk
easily because you got fucked so hard. I want that." I couldn't believe I
can come out and told her exactly what I had been thinking of for
weeks. She just stood there and took it all in. She said, "Be careful what
you wish for," and then she walked out of the room. I was afraid I'd gone
too far. Maybe she thought I wanted to steal Carter from her. Fortunately
she didn't stay away long. She was also holding a mirror when she
returned. She held it over my head.


"A) your makeup is a fright right now. B) You did fold your clothes and I
usually don't bother. C) I can do whatever I want to you. How did you like
the dildo I left you?"


Now it was my turn to ponder an answer. "It was good. Just the right size."


"Excellent," Renee said. "I like one that is not too big, but not too small
either. Let's get you off this bed."


I wasn't sure if that meant she accepted my request to get fucked or not. I
watched her press a few more controls on the box and the cuffs deflated
allowing me to wiggle out of them. I would have been happy to have her just
toss me the dildo so I could fuck myself with it again. Or I would have
been happy to lay back and let her to the work. In the end I didn't get
either, but I got much more than I hoped to receive.


Renee helped me up and asked if I needed to go to the bathroom. I snickered
and said, "No, I need to cum." She replied, "Yes, you have made that
clear. Come over here."


She took my wrist and led me over to the padded bench and told me to bend
over it. I was apprehensive but she assured me this is how "Carter fucks
the shit out of me," so I acquiesced to her instruction. I didn't put up a
fight when she cuffed my wrists and ankles to the bottom of the bench
support so I was once again bound and spread for her amusement. It was then
I noticed my ass was pointing toward the camera. Lovely.


"Mia, I have given you opportunity to spank yourself, but you have not done
it. My best fuck sessions are after I get spanked and you are about to find
out why." Before I could respond, I felt the first blow of her right
hand. I was not prepared for the amount of pain that shot through my body
and I yelped.


"That was just a love tap, silly," Renee commented. "You'll learn
though. Once you cum during impact play, you'll never be the same."

I wasn't sure what to make of that statement. It sounded like she was going
to spank me until I came and that somehow that would transform me. I didn't
have long to ponder it before the next strike found my left butt
cheek. Again I screamed. Then I felt four blows in rapid succession
alternating right, left, right, left. Then as I started to cry, I felt
Renee's finger push into my pussy. My stupid pussy didn't know it shouldn't
lubricate when I was bound and spanked so Renee found little resistance.


"That's right my little sub, enjoy when your Mistress punishes you," she
cooed. I didn't bother replying that I wasn't her sub. She knew that and I
was enjoying her fingers, at least for the brief time they were inside of
me before she resumed her spanking.


Apparently my cries of pain displeased her since she stopped my spanking to
tell me that. Her pause did give her time to finger me once again so she
kind of reinforced my bad behavior with pleasure. But it was too much to
ask that she would just get me off that easily. Instead she pulled her
fingers out and roughly pushed the dildo into my pussy. The intrusion was
unexpected and too fast to enjoy. Even her pumping it a couple of times
didn't give me the pleasure I expected. She then put it in my mouth to gag
me and warned me not to let it fall on the floor. I savored my own flavor,
but had to bite down to avoid dropping it. I wasn't sure what additional
punishment I would earn if I released it and I didn't want to find out
either. My spanking resumed.


This time she switched to a paddle. I guess her hand was getting as sore as
my ass. Whatever the reason, the pain intensified and was spread out over a
larger area. I was howling, but the dildo gag was quite effective at
muffling my sounds and my biting down on it helped me withstand the pain. I
thought of cowboys in old Westerns that had to bite the bullet only I was
biting the fake cock. With the increased pain, Renee to care to make sure
her fingerings was more pleasurable as well. As desperate as I was to cum,
part of me didn't want to do it while she was punishing me because that
would show she had power over me. It was a battle I was destined to
lose. Once she figured out I was fighting my desires, she switched from
fingering me to sliding a vibe slowly in and out of my pussy.


"I can force you do cum, you dumb slut," she hissed at me. "But I want your
mind, body and soul to admit you need to serve me. Once you give your cum
to me instead of having me take it, you will be mine."


That made sense to my lust filled brain. Not that she was raping me by any
means since I was here voluntarily, but if I could fight the temptation to
cum spiritually, even if my body gave in, I would win. I'd never though of
sex in these terms. I mean, when I arrived tonight, I wanted nothing more
than to have sex with Renee. But now, while having sex I was fighting for
my personal identity. The orgasm I craved what the key to becoming Renee's
pet or me remaining independent. Already the battle for which result I
truly wanted was raging in my subconscious, although I didn't understand
that at the time.


Renee continued to paddle and tease me with the vibe for several additional
minutes. My will to resist was decreasing. A need to submit was battling
with my silly conscious mind attempting to counterattack. She stopped
briefly and then pulled the dildo out of my mouth.


"You've done very well Mia. In fact, much better than I expected and far
more than I did my first time. But you know in your heart how this
ends. Just give in and I'll get you off."


I shook my head. She just nodded. "Very well."


She walked behind me again and I heard her picking something up off the
table. She then walked in front of me. She was holding two things. One was
a flogger. The other was a strap-on with the dildo I had been sucking stuck
in the harness. It glistened with my saliva and promised untold
pleasure. The flogger promised more pain, but in a way enlightenment. I'd
like to say I chose the flogger and that Renee eventually gave up trying to
make me her sub. I'd like to say that. But what I actually said was "Fuck
me. Fuck me into submission."


Renee simply replied, while slipping the harness on, "Well you did say you
wanted me to fuck you like Carter did to me." I was too exhausted mentally
and physically to offer any further responses. She didn't just walk behind
me and ram the dildo home. No, she unhooked my wrists first. She left my
ankles cuffed. Reflexively I moved my hands up to the bench to steady
myself from the impending assault. Renee grabbed them and held them
together in the small of my back. I felt like they were cuffed again
because I had no strength to resist her. Then I felt her slowly slide the
dildo into my pussy. I moaned. She knew she had me.


Renee was taking long, slow, profound strokes. I already felt close to
orgasming. Renee gave me one hard thrust and held the dildo deep inside of
me. She then leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "We both know how this
ends. Say `please Mistress fuck me until I come,' and I will fuck you like
no man has ever done and you will take your rightful place serving me."


I didn't say it immediately, although I wanted to. I guess I was just
stubborn. Renee continued her slow, agonizingly slow, penetration of my
overheated and needy pussy. I was just enough sensation to hold me on the
edge of the biggest orgasm of my young life and I was confident Renee knew
that. She had won. I had lost. I was ready to admit she knew me better than
I knew myself from the first day we met in her class. Finally I called out
to her," Mistress, please fuck me! Make me cum and claim me as your
property!"


I didn't know where the word property came from, as I had never thought of
someone being someone else's property. Later as I did research into the
BDSM culture now that I had pledged to serve my professor, I realized the
word was a perfect expression of what I wanted. She was my Mistress. I was
her property to do with as she pleased. And at the moment I yelled that,
she wanted to fuck me into submission.


Instead of holding my wrists in the small of my back, She grabbed on in
each hand and pulled them backward causing my back to arch and my red hot
ass to move off the bench and against her. Then she started
thrusting. Hard. It was primitive fucking. It wasn't making love. Her hips
rammed against my ass with each stroke banging me into the bench. As she
pulled her cock back out of me, she pulled my arms with a force I didn't
know she possessed only to slam the strap-on back into me and crashing me
again into the bench. I threw my head back in ecstasy. I'd already pledged
myself to her, but I knew what she wanted to hear and I needed to say
it. "Please Mistress Renee may I cum?!?"


She pinned me against the bench taking both my wrists in her left hand and
pressing them again against the small of my back. She continued to savagely
fuck me, but she began spanking me again with her right hand. The pain shot
right to my clit and then radiated outward as heat through my body. My
pussy tried to clamp down on the dildo, but I couldn't.


"Cum for your Mistress and take your place at my feat, you dirty little sub
slut!" she yelled.


Her words spoke to me. They were so different than anything a lover had
ever said to me, but my previous lovers never made me feel like this
before. I cried out in a throaty moan, "Yes Mistress I am yours!" and then
my orgasm exploded. I saw stars. My nerve endings through my body all
turned on at once. I cried out in pleasure. And Renee kept fucking me and
spanking me.


"Don't think you're only cumming once after all the work I put it," she
hissed. "Cum again for me slave!"


My body was on autonomous mode. I'm not sure if I would count the orgasms
that flowed like water out of my body individually or if it was just one
giant five-minute orgasm, but it consumed me. My head was spinning when she
finally pulled out of my pussy with an obscene "plop" followed by a series
of what I can only describe as pussy farts as the air she had jackhammered
into me escaped. She then moved in front of me and had me suck the dildo
clean. I was on autopilot. A cock, real or fake didn't matter, was
presented in front of my face and I opened my mouth and sucked
it. Satisfied it was clean, she helped me turn the bench 180 degrees. It
was tough since my ankles were still clipped to the base, but we managed. I
vaguely realized she wanted me facing the camera when she moved behind me
again. I bent back over assuming she was going to spank me again, but
instead she grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so it looked at the
camera. My torso was at about a 45-degree angle. Not really standing and
not bent over either. She told me to pinch my nipples. Then she pushed the
dildo back into my very receptive pussy. I moaned, of course.


"Look at the camera, pet," she told me, now in a loving sultry voice. She
was fucking me at a medium tempo. More than her teasing speed, but not the
savage plowing I received that drove me to surrender to her. I looked at
the camera and tried to smile.

"Repeat after me," she commanded. "My name is Mia Roberts." I repeated the
line, although I'm not sure how clearly as my fog of orgasm was building
again quickly and I was losing emotional contact with the real world. Renee
continued to give me instructions. I continued to repeat them as clearly as
I could to the camera.


"Tonight I have given myself to Renee Dubois. She is now my Mistress and I
pledge to do anything she says."


"If I am bad, I expect to be punished. If I am good, I expect to be
rewarded."


"I make this decision of my own free will and it is not in exchange for a
good grade in her class."


"What we do in private has nothing to do with Mistress Renee being my
teacher and my being her student."


"This is a consensual relationship. I am not being blackmailed in any way."


"I will never again touch my pussy without her permission. It belongs to
Mistress Renee."


"I will never orgasm without permission from my Mistress."


"If I want to cum, I need to ask permission first."


"If I break these rules, I expect to be punished."


"Mistress Renee owns me now and I will follow her orders immediately and
without question."


"If Mistress choses to share me with her friends, I will serve them as if
they were my Mistress." She punctuated that rule with a vengeful thrust
reminiscent of her recent submission fucking. A shiver went through my body
as I thought of how humiliating it would be for Renee to loan me out to a
friend. But I repeated the line and I meant it.


"I pledge to follow these rules and any others Mistress Renee deems
necessary to put in place during my training to make me a good submissive."


I grappled with that last one. Not because I didn't want to follow it, but
because her methodical fucking of my pussy had another orgasm building and
I was struggling to remain focused on what she was saying. I probably
didn't get all the words correct, but I must have gotten close enough to
please her because she started building a quicker tempo plunging her fake
cock in and out of my pussy. She still had a tight grip on my hair, but I
found the mix of pleasure and pain intoxicating so I didn't care. Every few
strokes she really let me have it with the strap-on while she tugged my
hair even harder. Then, when she slowed down to a normal pace, she would
spank me again. I was delirious with pleasure. I found myself drifting in
and out of consciousness. It wasn't so much like I was going to pass out,
but more like my head was spinning and I was losing track of where I was
and what was happening. My brain was a haze of pleasure. The spanking no
longer hurt and any time she pulled my hair became a stimulant. My entire
body had become one big erogenous zone.


Mistress Renee could sense what was happening. I'm pretty sure she could
tell that I was beyond the cognitive thought to ask for permission to cum,
but she took pity on me and reminded me. I think I sighed because I was too
far-gone to care if I earned a new punishment, but somewhere in my
subconscious something must have triggered me to remember punishment was
bad. I think I babbled, "Please..." but I know I didn't add a qualifier
such as "... stop" or "... may I cum." Fortunately she took sympathy on
me. She was probably tired and wanted to go to be and didn't want to punish
me anyway.


Mistress Renee pulled out of my well-used pussy and walked in front of the
bench. Reflexively I opened my mouth assuming she wanted me to clean the
dildo. I knew that doing so was a very submissive act and I knew that would
keep my arousal train moving toward the station. But she didn't. She knelt
down in front of me instead and took my hands in hers and gave them a
squeeze.


"You're going to reach down and finger yourself my willing toy. I'm going
to kiss you. When you are ready to cum, break the kiss and ask nicely," she
instructed.


I did as she instructed and she leaned in and gave me a tender, loving
kiss. I was less than tender rubbing my clit and her kisses soon became
fierce. She also grabbed my hair again and held me tightly against her
lips. This limited my ability to break away to ask for permission to
cum. Her kisses were magical and I never wanted them to end, but I needed
to orgasm so I fought to pull my head back and speak the words we both
longed to hear. I needed to hear myself beg and submit to her again and I'm
sure she needed validation that I was serious. But she was preventing that
and I was stressed that I couldn't hold out much longer.


Finally she pulled my head back. She then pivoted slightly so she was
kneeling at an angle to my face and she forcibly aimed my head at the
camera mounted in the ceiling. I could feel a dam bursting in my pussy as
my juices poured down my thighs and my body began to convulse. "Please
Mistress may I cum!" I shouted.


"Yes you may, slut," she told me. "Cum for your Mistress and anyone else I
chose to show this video."


In retrospect, having someone command you to cum and inspiring you to cum
harder because they might share a video of you in the throws of passion
really shouldn't be a turn on. But in the moment it definitely was as
fireworks exploded in my brain. My entire body clenched and I think I
probably squirted because I never remember my fingers and thighs being that
wet after I came. I'm sure I'll see the video someday so hopefully I will
get confirmation about that. I bucked my body against the spanking bench as
I rode the orgasm for all it was worth until my body gave out and I fell
backwards to the floor. My bound ankles kept me near the bench with my
knees facing upward, but my body was laying down for the count. My
breathing was ragged and my eyes were unfocused on the ceiling. I vaguely
remember Renee unhooking my legs and then helping me to stand. I was in no
condition to do it myself. I thought she was helping me to the bed because
I basically passed out from pleasure.


I woke, sore and tired, not in the basement but in Renee's bed upstairs. I
was cuddled next to her. She also woke when I stirred. Her smile showed how
much she cared about me. "Go to the bathroom and hurry back, sweetie," she
told me. I slowly crawled out of her warm, comfy bed and gingerly walked to
her bathroom. I had asked to be fucked like Carter fucked her and now I had
to deal with the aftermath. I was in pain. But I also never felt as alive
or with as much love for another person like I did for my new Mistress. I
looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. My hair was a fright and my makeup
was destroyed. I suppose I asked for that too.


"Mistress, can I shower and clean my face?" I called out to her as I sat on
the toilet relieving myself.


"No, pet. Not yet," she replied. "I want to hold you a bit longer and you
looked wonderful and well used, just like my slave slut should look... and
smell for that matter. You really stank up the playroom last night. You'll
need to clean it today."


Being described like that should have been humiliating, but I felt pride as
I had pleased her and it was a badge of honor. I slowly returned to the bed
as Renee lifted the covers so I could slide in next to her. She was naked
and her breasts looked appetizing for breakfast. I saw that she also had on
the strap-on that had given me so much pleasure. I admit I was a bit scared
at what she planned to do with it at that moment. She told me to spoon her
and she wrapped her arms around me. I felt the dildo pressing against my
ass as she tenderly took my breasts in her hands and began to gently rub my
nipples.


"You were amazing last night," she cooed into my ear. I felt warm and safe
in her arms. The dildo was pressed against my ass and I had the feeling she
intended to break in my unused back door. But that was OK. If that was what
she wanted, that was what she was going to get. I only hoped she would take
it easy on me the first time. I must have sighed again as I thought about
that eventuality because she asked what I was thinking.


"Are you going to fuck my ass, Mistress?" I responded.


"Yes, but not yet," she told me. "I have to prepare your asshole first so
you will really enjoy it. That takes time."


"Then why are you wearing the strap-on," I asked. "Are you going to fuck my
pussy again?"


"Actually after helping you to bed, I just fell asleep next to you without
taking it off," she said. "Do you want me to fuck you again?"


"Absolutely, Mistress," I replied. She smiled. "But maybe not right
now. I'm really sore from last night."


"That is what you asked for little one," she reminded me. I just
nodded. "Let me just hold you for a while," she told me.


We didn't talk. We just snuggled for fifteen or twenty minutes. Then Renee
said she had to use the bathroom. When she returned, she had removed the
strap-on. I looked up at her longingly wondering what happened next. She
lay back down on the bed and told me to lick her nipples. That was a
command I was happy to follow.


Her nipples quickly hardened with the attention and after a few minutes she
told me to lick her pussy instead. "You were enthusiastic last night when
you were tied. Let's see how you do when you are free," she told me. I
quickly moved between her legs and began with long slow licks along the
length of her vulva. She told me to do my best but that my technique needed
work. She also told me I had fifteen minutes to get me off and if I
succeeded I would get a reward. So it was a mixed bag of feedback. I was
disappointed she didn't think much of my skills, but I was happy that she
was giving me time to improve and promised to teach me how to be better.


She gave me pointers as I lay between her legs including instructions of
how most women she'd been with liked to be eaten (technique wise) and how
she was a little different. I must have been doing all right because I
brought her to climax with about a minute to spare. She praised me, but
added that I needed a lot of practice. She then winked and told me I would
be getting plenty of opportunity to improve. That was OK with me. I figured
that my reward was that she would return the favor and get me off. An
orgasm is a great way to start the day. But instead, she went to her closet
and pulled out a frilly maid's outfit. She told me that my reward was to
make her breakfast and to then clean the house. I'm sure the look of
disappointment on my face was clear to see. She reminded me that I had
pledged to serve her and follow her orders. She also told me that not every
task would be sexual (although the costume certainly was) and that I should
take pride in everything I did for her. I wasn't ready to buy that logic
yet, but I got dressed as she ordered.


The maid's outfit didn't come with panties or a bra so I wore neither. As I
was making the eggs, Renee came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me
to play with my nipples. For a task that wasn't supposed to be sexual, my
body certainly didn't understand. She had me make two plates of
breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast and coffee were on the menu. I placed the
plates on her circular kitchen table, but I didn't sit down. I didn't want
to presume I would be allowed to sit and eat until after she was done. I
was half right. Renee told me to move my plate next to hers. She then told
me to sit on her lap. As I did, she spread her legs so I was straddling her
right thigh. She then told me to begin eating while she moved her right
hand between my legs. My pussy was already wet with anticipation from when
she played with my nipples and she found little resistance for sliding two
fingers inside of me. After one bite of the eggs I leaned back against her
and moaned.


"I can be a sweet Mistress or a mean Mistress," she whispered into my ear
forcing me to struggle to hear her. Her fingers were now dancing on my clit
and distracting me from what she was saying. "I know you didn't want to put
on this outfit cook, but you did it. That makes you a good girl. After
breakfast I want you to clean the playroom. Then you can shower and go
home. Your parents are probably worried. Tell them you are going to babysit
tonight again tonight and I may need you to stay the night. Now finish your
breakfast."


Mistress Renee continued to work my pussy as I slowly ate breakfast. I was
in no hurry to finish. Apparently she was in no hurry to get me off
either. It felt so right for me to be leaning into her with her fingers
alternately finger fucking me and playing with my clit. By the time my last
piece of toast disappeared into my mouth, I was panting in need and begging
her to bring me off. She reiterated that I had been a good girl and gave me
permission to cum without the usual delay I had begun to expect. It was a
good cum. Not a great cum, but anytime you can come on your Mistress' lap,
it is a reward to be celebrated. She told me to put my plate in the sink
and that she would attend to it later. I then headed to the basement
without her needing to remind me. I assume she then ate her breakfast.


By the time I was done cleaning up the playroom, which involved changing
the sheets, starting to wash the old soiled ones, cleaning the vibes and
putting the bench back where it started the evening, I was ready for my
shower. I didn't really want to go home, but I knew my parents would freak
if I didn't. I walked back into Renee's bedroom. It had not occurred to me
to use the shower in the guest bathroom. I saw the strap-on on the bed and
heard the shower running. At first I had a dirty thought that I should put
it on and surprise Renee in the shower. I bet she would let me fuck
her. But trying to be a good girl took over and I took the dildo and
harness back downstairs, cleaned the dildo and put them both back on the
toy table. By the time I returned, Renee was just out of the shower. Her
hair was still wet and she was just wrapping a towel around her body. I
know I had lust in my eyes when I looked at her. "Can I service you again,
Mistress?" I asked in a little girl voice.


"Your enthusiasm is duly noted, baby, but not now. We both have things to
do today. Shower so you don't look like such a used slut and go home. I
will have instructions for you later."


I felt squishy inside again when she said she would send me further
instructions.


Back at home the day felt like it was dragging on forever. Waiting for a
message from my new Mistress felt terrible, especially when my mom insisted
I go food shopping with her. I knew I didn't get cell service inside the
store and knew my mom could easily take an hour do the weekly grocery
run. The entire time we were there I imagined Renee texting me just as we
went into the store and then being mad that I didn't respond. I envisioned
that she decided I didn't really want to be her pet and that she would dump
me. But it turned out OK. She didn't message me until almost 3pm and when
she did, she had a pretty simple task for me. I was to photograph all my
clothes, shoes and underwear for her. That seemed like a pretty weird
request, but given what we had done last night, I suppose it was the most
normal thing I would do this weekend. I quickly went to my room, locked my
door, stripped out of my sweatpants, t-shirt, bra and wet panties. Did I
mention I had been having dirty thoughts about Renee all day? I then laid
them neatly on my bed and began doing the same with the rest of my
clothes. By the time I was done sending her pictures of everything, I was
desperate to masturbate. I had been daydreaming of Renee telling me it was
OK to do so as a reward for completing the task, but I didn't hear back
from her until 7pm. When I did, it was instructions on how to dress and
then a command to get to her house as quickly as possible.


The clothes she picked her not particularly sexy, but putting them on for
her was exciting. I did not know what to expect when I arrived at her
house. Would she stay home and play with me? Would Carter come over and use
me? Would she bring other friends over to enjoy my body? As it turned out,
the answer was none of the above.


The same note from the night before was on her door. She was getting
dressed and I should come in. Immediately my heart sank as I pictured
another night watching myself on TV while I was teased. As it turned out,
Mistress Renee was in her room getting ready. She was sitting at her
dressing table doing her makeup. She had on a bra, stockings and a garter
belt, but was sans panties. I licked my lips when I saw her exposed
pussy. She pointed to the space beneath her dressing table.


"Since you are right on time, you can get more practice licking my
pussy. You make me cum before I have to leave and I will let you cum later
tonight."


My disappointment was evident when she said she was leaving, but I was
excited to practice my new skills on her delicious pussy. The space under
the table was a bit cramped, but I fit. Renee commented that the space was
able the same as the desk in her classroom. I shivered at the thought of
doing this at school. Then I refocused my efforts in getting my Mistress to
orgasm. I didn't want to spend the night just teased again. Renee was less
forthcoming with complements than she had been this morning. Maybe she
expected me to remember better what she had already taught me or maybe she
was just stressed over getting ready to go out. Thankfully like this
morning, my skills were just good enough to bring her off as she finished
her hair and makeup. She stood up leaving me kneeling with my face
glistening with her fluid. I did like that feeling. She thanked me and then
told me to grab some panties from her dresser and to help her with her
dress. It felt good to help her get ready for her date, or whatever they
called their sessions. As was typical, she looked stunning. When she was
ready, she told me to strip. I quickly did, down to my bare ass. I knew
time was running out until she had to leave so I didn't waste any. Renee
moved toward me and gave me a very passionate and very possessive kiss.


"You got me off and I am a Mistress of my word. Tonight will be more
pleasure than pain. Use the bathroom and then meet me in the playroom."


I didn't really have to go, but I figured it would be my last chance for
many hours so I urinated. I then practically sprinted to the basement. The
spanking bench had been moved against the wall and a new implement had
taken its place. I recognized it from Renee's video. It was the Sybian. She
told me Carter had brought it over for her after hearing about how well I
did last night and this morning. I guess I should have felt pride of
accomplishment, although I was more than a bit nervous about what was about
to happen.


"Most Sybians have a variable speed control that the user or a friend
manipulates," Mistress told me. "This one can do that, but it can also be
controlled by an app." I watched as she tapped several buttons on her
phone. "Please kneel over it and slide the little vibrating dildo into your
pussy."


I reflexively gave my pussy a quick rub to make sure I was wet enough to
slide down the plastic nub, although that really wasn't necessary. I was
plenty wet to mount the device. The nub wasn't very large so it didn't fill
me like the dildo had last night. But it was curved so it rubbed along the
front wall of my pussy. I remember thinking that will get interesting when
the power is turned on. Mistress then secured leather cuffs around my
wrists that were then secured to a chain hanging down from the ceiling. I
was effectively bound to the device, although in an emergency I could stand
and I took note that she had not locked the cuffs to the chain. I could
escape if I really need to do so.


"Here's the deal little one," Renee began to explain. "I'm going over to
Carter's place. I don't know when I'll be home. We'll check in on the video
from time to time to make sure you are OK. Once I start the Sybian it will
run on five-minute cycles. The first will be slow and very
pleasurable. Then it will turn off for five minutes. The second is stronger
and the third is full power. You'll definitely orgasm on the third cycle
and possibly on the second. Overall it is a 30-minute pattern. Then it will
repeat. If you are still in this position when I return and you have not
cheated by standing up, you will be rewarded."


I said, "Yes Mistress, I understand."


She tapped her phone and the Sybian came to life. It was at a low speed and
as she had said, very pleasurable, but I could tell it wouldn't get me
off. Then Renee added, "I almost forgot, I have a new video for you to
watch and keep you company."


With that she clicked a remote and the TV turned on. I wasn't surprised
that it was the footage of me from last night. Once again Renee had managed
to set me up for a night of teasing while she was out partying with her FWB
and undoubtedly getting fucked properly herself.  But I wasn't going to
complain. I'd seen what the Sybian had done to her, dreamed about riding it
myself and now had at least a few hours to enjoy it. My only question was
whether I would survive the experience or whether I would have to tap out.


To be continued...