Date: Sun, 7 Sep 2014 13:27:23 -0700 From: Faye Duncan Subject: How Rebecca conquered Me How Rebecca Conquered Me Faye Duncan and Rebecca f/F, ff/F, Fff/F Humil. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. 1 I teach where Rebecca goes to school. She has been eying me for the past year because she can tell I'm hung up on her. It's so humiliating for me to admit that I'm hung up on one of my teen girl students. But I just can't help myself. She is just so attractive, long, slender figure, flat tummy with just a hint of baby fat, pert little breasts, coltish legs, perfect butt, and cute little feet. Who wouldn't be hung up on her? My problem is she knows I am. And she also knows adult female teachers aren't supposed to lust after their teen girl students. And she knows she can use that fact against me. She must think it's sensually exciting to have an older woman who is also her teacher lusting after her. How do I know she feels that way? She whispered it in my ear one day last week just after class. Since then, she has begun to tease me mercilessly. Today, the teasing got a lot worse. Rebecca remained in my classroom until all the other students had left for the day. I was sitting at my desk quietly putting student work away when she sauntered over and leaned way over my desk to ask some silly questions about tomorrow's assignment. I looked up, startled, and she giggled a little in her throat when she saw my hungry eyes drawn to the opening of her top that was so loose fitting because of how far she was leaning over the desk. Things weren't helped by the fact that she had unbuttoned the top two buttons so her top practically let me see everything she had. I was sure Rebecca knew very well she had beautiful teen breasts, and she obviously went braless today just so she could show them off to me and tempt and torment me with them. She was just as much saying, "I know you want these, teacher dear. But you'll have to work to get them." When I made a little whimpering moan in the back of my throat, Rebecca giggled. "Why, Ms. Duncan," Rebecca lisped with a little smirky sigh. "Are you by any chance looking down my top"? I blushed all the way down to my breasts and started to stammer out a denial. She kept leaning over my desk, and then she grinned knowingly because it was obvious that I couldn't tear my eyes away even though she had busted me for looking. Rebecca slowly reached out a slim hand and cupped my chin so I had to look directly into her eyes. "I do have yummy tits, don't I, Ms. Duncan"? I blushed even deeper. Rebecca squeezed my chin as if to say, `you better answer me, or I'll hurt you'. "Say 'Rebecca has yummy tits', Ms. Duncan." I squirmed in my chair, but I just couldn't say a word. I was mesmerized by the sight of her sweet young breasts, but she had made me speechless. "Say It, you bad girl"! She screamed right into my face. I tried to pull away, but her hand held me in a vice. "Rebecca has yummy tits", I whispered so she could barely hear me. "Say it louder, you pervy little teacher slut"! She screamed again. I was so afraid someone out in the hall would hear us and come in to see what was going on. I was trembling; part from fear and part from hunger to see more of her. "Rebecca has yummy tits", I said in a normal tone of voice, hoping this would satisfy her. She smiled sweetly and ran the fingers of her other hand through my hair and said softly, "See, Ms. Duncan. That wasn't so hard. Was it?" She slackened her hold on my chin and I nodded my head. It really wasn't so hard. She took her hand completely away from my chin and my head dropped so I could look right down her top and feast my hungry eyes on her beautiful teen breasts again. Rebecca noticed where my eyes had gone and she laughed. "You're so easy, Ms. Duncan. Wait till tomorrow when I make you say even more humiliating things, and do even more humiliating things." Suddenly, Rebecca stood up and sauntered right out of my classroom without another word. She arrogantly left my door open for anyone who passed to see how flushed she had made me. I blushed bright red at the memory of what Rebecca had made me do and say. I slowly looked down at my desk, my head lowered in shame; and then I saw the cute little stationery envelope she had left on my desk. I frantically tore it open and read her note as I felt little beads of pleasure/pain sweat begin to form on my upper lip. ************************************* "Dear Ms. Duncan (My Own Little Teacher Slut)," "Since I was a little girl, I have always wanted an older woman lusting after me. The fact that you lust after me and that you are a teacher is even more naughty and exciting. It took me a long time to work up my courage for today, but I could feel something between us growing for a while now. I can't help but notice how you blush when you look at me or I stand close to you." "Now that I have put Phase One of my plan into effect, I'm going home with lots to think about. I can't believe I finally did it. I not only showed you my little teen tits, but I'm positive you really got excited seeing them. I know you actually WANTED to see them. And, unless I'm wrong, you blushed all over and repeated just what I planned to make you say like a good little girl. So obedient. I like that in a teacher." "Once I get home, I plan to run up to my room. I'll be glad my mom is still at work for a while. I will want the privacy of my bedroom to touch myself and think about you, Ms. Duncan. I'm going to imagine your wet lips on my hard nipples. I'm going to finger myself with one hand and tug on and twist my adorable nipples with the other. My whole room will smell just like my pussy as soon as I cum very hard." "Don't you wish you were with me? Giggle." "As I lie there, drifting along after my cummy, feeling so yummy, I will think about tomorrow. I am certain I will start to feel myself tingle again. I'm going to make sure to see you right after school again. Be ready for me." "Just the idea of what tomorrow will being makes me squirm. I'm going to wear a loose top like the one I wore today with even more buttons undone. I also have a snug little short skirt that will be the perfect tease. Should I wear a thong underneath or just skip panties? Hmmm...I also have an adorable pair of sandals that should be perfect. They have just enough heel to show off my nice legs and let you see my cute little toes. I think I'm going to sit in the front of the class tomorrow. Maybe I'll give old, horny, Ms. Duncan a little show. Would you like that, horny, old Ms. Duncan"? "Sincerely," "Teen Princess Rebecca" 2 As the students filed into my classroom next day for my last period, I noticed Rebecca whispering to her best friend Kasey. You both giggled and Kasey headed for your normal seat in the back of the room while you slid into her normal desk at the front. My desk is far enough back from the front row of student desks that I could see under that row, and what I saw frightened and excited me all at the same time. Since my scary/exhilarating encounter with you yesterday, I hadn't been peaceful, even in sleep. After you sauntered out of my classroom, I literally ran to my car, not caring if anybody saw me or not. I couldn't even keep it together enough to drive home. I just sat right there in the parking lot with my fingers inside the waistband of my skirt and my hips raised off the seat so I could stroke my soppy labia through my juices-soaked panties. I didn't want to let myself go to the point of orgasming right there in the parking lot, but it was everything I could do to stop myself in time. I drove home at a high rate of speed, ran inside my house, tore off my clothes, and threw them on the sofa, except for my soaked panties. I jammed those into my mouth as far as they would go, and sucked on them, and moaned while my fingers slammed inside my puffy pussy till I came and came. I kept calling your name through my wet panties and kept begging you to take me and take me and take me. I didn't sleep at all that night, thinking, and dreaming, and hoping. Today was more or less alright till I saw you sitting in Karen's desk. I could see that your top was even looser than yesterday, and that was doing nothing to keep me from getting soaked again. Every time you bent forward to write something down from the lecture I was stammering out, I could see those tantalizing breasts of yours. And when my eyes were drawn under Kasey's desk I could see your beautiful legs encased in a skirt that was so too short. In a fog of lust, I wondered why you had even bothered wearing it at all. Then you parted your legs and I could see you were wearing the cutest little thong panty that did almost nothing to cover your tantalizing little pussy. My mouth got really dry as I stared at your crotch because I could plainly see your labia outlined by the thong. It was everything I could do to keep from falling on my knees right there in class and crawling under that desk. I finally tore my eyes away from your spread legs and fastened them instead on your sandal clad feet. Your bright pink toenail polish mocked me and I longed for the privilege of painting your nails for you. I was obviously a total wreck by the time class let out, and I didn't know if you were just going to leave with that knowing smirk on your face, or make me do more humiliating things like yesterday. 3 My classroom emptied, all except Rebecca. Just like yesterday, she slid out of her desk and walked straight toward me. I squirmed in my seat and looked down at the floor. I was just like a scared rabbit. Rebecca leaned over my desk as she had before and made sure I had a perfect sight line to her little tits. Needless to say, I wasn't looking at her face. "Oh Ms. Duncan," Rebecca said softly. She slipped her hand under my chin and lifted my face so we were looking straight into each other's eyes. I tried my best to shift my gaze. But Rebecca would have none of it. "Ms. Duncan. I need some special after school tutoring today. I thought maybe you could go ahead and reserve one of the study carols in the library for us. Did you hear me Ms. Duncan?" I nodded my head meekly. I had heard her instructions. I was being obedient and I could sense that my meekness just added to her wicked pleasure. "Yes, Rebecca. I'll do that." My voice was so low it was almost a mumble. "Make sure you get one of those really private ones. You know what I mean. Ms. Duncan. You can stop looking at my tits now and go make that reservation. I'll see you in just a little while." Rebecca raised up, and as she turned to leave, she stopped and turned back around. My eyes dropped to her sweet tits again. "Teacher, you sure do have a thing for my little teen tits, don't you?" My face flushed and, once again, I tried to look away. But her next words drew me right back. "Did teacher enjoy looking up my skirt today? I saw you checking me out. You do like teen girls, don't you, Ms. Duncan?" I couldn't do anything but lower my head in shame and mumble something incoherent. But Rebecca still wasn't satisfied. "Ms. Duncan, did you like my thong? Did you see how wet it was?" She impishly slid her hand under her skirt and brought it back up. She held it out to me imperiously. "Look at how wet I am. My fingers are sopping. Would you like to sniff my fingers teacher dear...or maybe lick them off"? I moaned pleadingly and you shoved her fingers in my mouth. She granted me a minute to lick them clean and enjoy the taste. "Ms. Duncan, I need to get on with my life. Make sure you reserve that study room and meet me in the library." I nodded my meek head in obedience. I knew absolutely I shouldn't be thinking about Rebecca "that way", much less doing what I had just done. I had actually agreed to obey Rebecca and reserve a study carol in the back of the library for "after school tutoring", and, worse yet, I had actually begged Rebecca to put her sex sticky fingers in my mouth and I had sucked her heavenly nectar off them while she smiled her knowing little smile that said " Gotcha"! After Rebecca left me just sitting there, ashamed and humiliated, I stood up like a zombie and went directly to the school library to reserve the study carol. Ms. Shafer, the school librarian, looked at me quizzically as I made a special request for one of the carols without the little window in the door, as is required for all the new carols. Since this one was way in the back of the stacks, they sort of forgot to replace the old solid door. I had heard rumors that teen boys and girls went back to those carols to make out. I wondered if Rebecca knew about that and why she told me to make sure to reserve one of those. The thought of what that might mean made me wet, wet, wet. I finally wheedled Ms. Shafer into assigning me one of those old carols for the rest of the school year. "At least, you can keep those dirty sex-crazed kids from doing disgusting stuff in there." she said, obviously not aware of the "disgusting stuff" I soon hoped to be doing back there with Rebecca. I went to the teacher's lounge for a drink of water, then practically ran back to the library. Rebecca was already there ahead of me talking quietly with Ms. Shafer. They looked up as I walked in, acting like they had been plotting some secret something and I had interrupted them. Rebecca looked directly at me and said, "Well, well, Ms. Duncan. Are we finally ready for our lesson?" Ms. Shafer giggled softly way back in her throat at my embarrassment at being talked to that way by one of my students. I lowered my eyes respectfully and said very softly, "Yes, Rebecca. I'm ready". Rebecca sauntered over to me and took my hand as if I were a small child and led me back to the farthest part of the stacks. "Ms. Shafer told me which carol was ours, Faye. Wasn't that nice of her"? I tingled at hearing Rebecca calling me by my first name, and a diminutive at that. "Well, Faye, wasn't it"? I nearly stumbled, I was so embarrassed. "Yes, Rebecca. It was very nice of Ms. Shafer to tell you which carol she had reserved for us." Rebecca giggled, took the key out of my trembling hand, unlocked the door, led me unceremoniously into the carol, and locked the door behind us. "Now Faye, isn't that much better," Rebecca cooed as she leaned forward and impishly flicked her tongue along the very tip of my nose. I moaned in rapt hunger to be controlled by this assertive teen princess. "Oh yes, Faye. So much better. We can be all alone here, for that extra special tutoring you are going to give me. Right, Faye"? I wriggled like a happy puppy. "Yes, Rebecca. So much better." My eyes were half closed, my breathing came in short, fierce pants. My fevered mind raced from one image to another. What extra special tutoring did Rebecca have in mind for me? It was obvious by her own body language that Rebecca was becoming excited to have me all to herself in the study carol. It seemed her plan was working much better than she had ever hoped. I have been very easy to control so far. Now I was standing meekly beside the locked door. She pulled one of the two chairs away from the little table and sat down. Rebecca looked up at me and smiled "You know, Faye, you always told us we should find a nice, quiet place to study and get comfortable. I've been on my feet all day today and my feet really hurt. Makes it kinda hard to concentrate on my lessons, don't you think?" She stretched her enticing legs out and wiggled her toes. My eyes locked onto her legs and feet and I licked my lips in anticipation. "Why don't you get down on your knees, Faye, and give Teen Princess Rebecca a nice foot massage. It will help me study." Hearing these salacious words, the expression on my face shifted from horror, to humiliation, to animal lust. Rebecca was assertive enough to know I was hers now and that I would be obedient no matter how degraded I felt. I would be obedient because of how degraded I felt. For a moment, I remained still and said nothing, hungering, anticipating. Then I slowly dropped to my knees right there in front of my Teen Princess. My eyes stayed fixed on her sexy little feet and enticing long legs. She lifted one of her feet off the floor and pointed her toes at my flushed face, indicating she wanted me to take off her sandal. My hands were trembling a little as they moved toward her outstretched foot. I fumbled clumsily with the buckle before getting it unfastened. Slowly and lovingly I slid the sandal off Rebecca's foot. She wiggled your toes, then raised her other foot. I unbuckled that sandal also and took it off. Rebecca leaned back and spread her legs a little. My heart pounded inside me. "Good job, little Faye. That feels much better." She could tell by where my eyes were focused that I was looking up her short skirt. I was looking at where I wanted to be more than anything in the whole wide world. "You know, Faye, my legs are a little stiff. Why don't you be a good little teacher and give me a leg rub as well as a foot massage." Without asking permission I had already begun to rub her cunning little teen foot with their bright pink toenails mocking and taunting me. Teen Princess Rebecca looked down at me triumphantly. She could tell that rubbing her foot was turning on her submissive teacher. She spread her toes and wiggled them. As she continued to look down at me, she could plainly see where my eyes have wandered. "Faye, precious, didn't I tell you to rub my legs? My muscles are stiff." She opened her tantalizing legs even wider. She obviously wanted me to get hot looking at her legs and looking up my skirt. But then she scolded me for doing the very thing I thought she wanted. "Stop looking up my skirt, you pathetic little perve," She screamed at me. I flinched away as if I had been slapped. "I'm so sorry, Rebecca. Please don't get mad at me," I cried out. I immediately leaned forward and started working on her smooth calves. "Mmmm...that's better, Faye, precious. I knew you had it in you. You be a good girl now and you can move up to my thighs." My face turned red and I was breathing hard. I was so excited now my hands were trembling. I was hungrily caressing Rebecca's legs and staring up hungrily between them. I couldn't help it even if it made her mad again. I could see that her tiny thong is soaking wet. I wanted to inhale her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted everything. "My pathetic little Faye. You are such a naughty and horny slut, aren't you? Lusting after one of your teen student's pussy...what would Ms. Schafer say if she knew what you were doing back here? Such a bad teacher." I could only manage a pitiful little whimper. Sliding my hands up and down this teen girl's legs, I suddenly found myself baby kissing her thighs. "Now Faye...do you know what time it is? It's time for you to have that little treat you've been dying for. I want you to be a good teacher and slide off my soppy wet thong. Then I want you to lick my little teen pussy just like the subby teacher slut you are." Even though I heard the words I had longed to hear so much over the past two days, I remained frozen in place. Even though every fiber of my being drove me to slide my flushed face up Rebecca's outstretched legs and bury it worshipfully between them, I just couldn't seem to move. Was it the ultimate humiliation I felt being on my knees before one of my students? Was it disbelief that she would actually allow a stupid, perverse old woman like me the privilege of tasting her most intimate places? Was it the stark awareness that, if I took this final, degrading step, I would be her slavish sex toy for as long as she wanted me? I looked up beseechingly to seek some sign from my Teen Princess that she really did want me to move onto the final surrender. I could see the animal excitement in her eyes. I could tell this was no sudden whim on her part. It was clear she had been planning this moment for a long time and coaxing me right to this subservient place on my knees before her. Then, I saw her expression change. She had become impatient with my dithering at the very moment when she wanted to celebrate her ultimate triumph over me. Rebecca's nostrils flared in anger and impatience. Harsh, unintelligible words came flying out of her mouth and I diffidently lowered my head in response. I had displeased my Teen Princess. And I would suffer for it. And I would deserve to suffer for displeasing her. Suddenly I found myself lying over the chair she have pulled out, not knowing at all how I got there. Suddenly I found myself pleading with her to punish me any way she felt necessary. Suddenly I felt my hands reach behind me as if they had a will of their own. Suddenly I lifted up my hips without really thinking about what I was doing and rooked my skirt up around my waist. More harsh, humiliating words came from Rebecca as she stared at my panties, now plainly visible. Even harsher words as she ridiculed my unsexy choices in underwear, and it broke my heart to hear them because I had picked out my sexiest pair to wear today in hopes she would have made me show them to her right there in my class room. More harsh commands as I found myself jerking my panties down to my knee hollows. Now she could see my exposed backside. She laughed harshly and commented snarkily on how flabby my bottom was. Then, just as suddenly, her tone softened. She actually gave me a complement on how smooth my pussy lips were as she saw them puffed out beneath the crack of my butt. I thrilled because I had been especially careful to shave them the night before, praying she would eventually want to see my vulva. AI Rebecca's words of praise, I wriggled like a happy puppy at the thought that she was pleased with what she saw. I closed my eyes dreaming that she would stroke me there lovingly and tenderly only to feel the sudden, sharp pain as she slapped my bottom hard. I cried out, as much in sorrow as in pain. Rebecca didn't want to treat me lovingly. She merely wanted to amuse herself by abusing me. And I couldn't do one thing to prevent it. Nor did I really wish to. I wanted her so much I would endure any humiliation, suffer any punishment, if she would only let me worship her. Rebecca decided to relent and only gave me one spank. Part of me was glad, and another part hungered for more pain at her hands. I wanted to prove to her that I could be a good girl and take my rightful punishment. Perhaps I would displease her on purpose later on just to goad her into punishing me again. Perhaps. Then, just as I was becoming moist dreaming of a good hard hand spanking, Rebecca instructed me to pull up my panties and adjust my skirt. Once more, I found myself on my knees in front of her longing to do whatever she had commanded before indecision had overtaken me. But she was having none of it. She wriggled her bare foot before my face and admonished me that I needed a great deal more "tutoring" before she would once again extend the privilege of allowing her slutty old teacher toy access to her sweet labia. I confessed aloud that she was correct. I did need more "tutoring". I obediently began the happy task of sucking her teen toes, one at a time. Rebecca smiled down at me. "I love the expression on your face, Faye. Kind of like a deer in the headlights. I couldn't tell whether you were more excited or more humiliated. Whatever the case, I'm excited. I've waiting and planning for this for a long time." I looked up at her and I could plainly see the lust hunger mixed with cruel viciousness in her eyes. She wanted to tease and control me. It excited her. It made her wet. "Faye, I told you to lick my pussy and you just kept kneeling there with your hands on my legs. Then I spanked you for being a bad girl, and you still just sit there, kneeling. I'm beginning to think you are being a very bad girl. We can't have that. We can't have that at all. You must be obedient." I started whimpering and begging her to give you another chance. She interrupted me. "Bad girls must be punished, Faye. You know that. I guess one spanking just wasn't enough". She motioned to the same chair she had spanked me on before. "You know what you are supposed to do, Faye. Now I want you to lay across this chair just like before with that flabby ass of yours up in the air just like before. Do you understand me? I was still whimpering. "Oh yes, Rebecca. I am so sorry. I have been a bad girl." I stood up and went back over to the chair. I lay across the seat with my feet on the floor. "Slide that stupid teacher skirt up again." I reached behind and awkwardly slid the skirt up to my waist, just as before. Except this time, I was fully aware of what I am doing, and twice as humiliated as before. Rebecca taunted me again. "Well look at that...teacher panties. Isn't that cute. Did you get those in the old lady department of Walmart"? "No ma'am..." My voice was trembling with humiliation. "Well, go ahead and slide them down to your ankles, stupid. You know what you are supposed to do. NOW!" I was whimpering again. I could see how Rebecca loved controlling me and making squirm in fear and humiliation. "I really enjoyed spanking that flabby butt of yours, and I'm really going to enjoy doing it again. I think it's so cute your puss is shaved and smooth like a little girl's. Did you do that for me, slut"? Rebecca leaned forward and gave my bottom a hard open handed slap. It sounded loud and I squirmed. She repeated it four more times. Each time there was a loud smack followed by my little whimper of pain and degradation. I was being spanked on my bare bottom by one of my students and I was loving it. By the time she stopped spanking me, my labia were covered with sex dew. "Now, Faye. Pull up those granny panties and pull down your skirt and get down on your knees again." As I was re-arranging my clothes, I noticed that Rebecca was holding her foot out and wiggling her toes. "You still need more training before you can lick my pussy you old slut. "Suck my toes, one at a time...first this foot" 4 Again and again, my brain skidded between fear and lust. What was I doing in this study carol with a teen girl, one of my own students, who obviously derived sexual pleasure and excitement from humiliating me and knowing she could control me to satisfy her own twisted desires? How wrong could this go? I could be ruined, lose my job, have to move to another town, lose my house, everything. But then, my hungry eyes focused once more upon Rebecca's sweet, tempting breasts, or her coltish legs, or her cunning little feet with their sexy toes, and the hysteria was washed away by the gnawing hunger to serve my Teen Princess, and worship her, and do anything she told me to do. Anything at all. I could see the scorn and disgust in her eyes and the confident smirk on her face. Yes. She was right about me. I was easy. So easy to tease. So easy to humiliate. So easy to control. So easy to spot for the teen girl hungry slut I was. So meek. Rebecca giggled softly as she noticed my eyes travel down her legs and rest hungrily on her feet. She sat back and told me in no uncertain terms what to do, and I did it. I crawled toward her like an obedient lapdog. Just like the obedient lapdog I have become. The knowledge of what I have become humiliated me. I, a teacher, a respected role model for young people, was obediently crawling on my hands and knees toward the feet of one of my own teen girl students to give her the foot licking she demanded. And I couldn't stop myself even though I knew how sick it is. I had become Rebecca's obedient little teacher slut. I was ashamed, and degraded, but that's what I was. So why not make the best of it. Rebecca lifted one foot and pointed the toes toward my face. I knew what I must do even without being ordered. I sniffed her toes just like before and thrilled to her smell. Then I reached up with trembling hands, held her foot tenderly, and began slowly and sensuously sucking each toe in turn. Rebecca leaned back against her chair and reveled in the feel of my soft, warm, wet tongue on her toes. As I finished slavishly laving one foot, she brought the other one to my lips. And I repeated my devotions slavishly. When she appeared satisfied with the level of my servitude, Rebecca looked down at me, kneeling there on the floor. "And what does Faye want now"? Her tone was mocking, imperious, condescending. But I couldn't keep from replying. I poured out my heart, all restraint gone away in a flood of hunger. "I've been a good girl, Rebecca. I've done what you told me to. And I really need to be rewarded for the good girl I've been." "I'm so hungry for you to control me, Rebecca. I'm so needy to be your horny old lezzy slut. I need your finger deep inside my soppy pussy, and deep inside my rose if that would excite you, turning, twisting, scratching, and making me squeal and squirm. I need a good hand spanking on my flabby old butt. I'm soppy wet, begging you, humiliating myself to you telling you what I need. I'm so ashamed of how degrading this is." "I need to be completely naked on my knees in front of you always. I need you to pull my hair and make me lean way over so you can slap my floppy tits as they hang down. I need you to put on a strap on and fuck me deep inside my pussy. I need that same strap on, soaked with my juices, shoved deep into my rose. I need you to make me scream and beg you to fuck me and hurt me and humiliate me." "I know hearing all this will disgust you and you will probably throw me away. But I can't stop myself from telling you. Maybe, just maybe, you will take pity on me. Maybe you will laugh at me and think I'm so pathetic you can do anything you want with me and I'll keep coming back for more. Maybe the whole thing will turn you off and I'll never hear from you again." I lay on the floor, sobbing my eyes out. Rebecca sat beside me, stroking my hair softly. "Yes, Faye precious. You've been a very good girl and you've done whatever I told you. I hope you realize that it is I who decides when you get rewarded and punished from now on, not you. If you are too impatient and pester me with demands, I will have to punish you really bad." "We both know you are my horny old lezzy subby slut from now on. I'm going to love shoving my fingers deep up your old butt, turning, twisting, scratching and making you squeal and squirm. I'm looking forward to it. Did you like it when I spanked your butt? I did enjoy that so." I nodded my head vigorously. "Oooh, Faye. I think I`m also going to like slapping your old tits and seeing the nipples get hard. Then I'll pinch them and twist them and make you squirm and squeal some more. Such a horny old cunt you are...the perfect fuck toy for a teen girl like me." "And speaking of toys, I have this yummy little strap on at home. I'm going to want you to put my strap on for me and suck my girl cock and get it wet and slippery because I'm going to fuck your hot old cunt. Mmmm...I love that mature pussy of yours. I want to bend you over, grab your hips and ram that big girl cock into your soppy old cunt. I want to feel my pussy rubbing against that flabby woman ass of yours. I want to see those tits of yours hanging down and flopping around. I want to hear you whimper and moan and squeal." "And when I get tired of using you all by myself, I'm going to share you. Won't that be yummy"? I lay there on the floor and sobbed and sobbed. But not from humiliation or fear, but from purest erotic joy. Rebecca wasn't disgusted with me. She wanted me just the way I was. I rolled onto my back and raised my arms high above my head. I wanted her to see my total vulnerability and surrender. "I love you so much, Rebecca. I have been thinking about you and what you would do to me for the last two days. You knew I would want you to share me." "How would you share me? How would you prove to your teen girlfriends how much I would do for you? Would you make me sit naked in front of you and your friends with my soppy panties in my mouth? Would you show them what a dirty old woman I am and how much I crave your teen body? Would you embarrass and humiliate me because you know how much I need it? Would you call me "your horny old slut" in front of them? Would you make me lick your butt crack and your little rose? Would you make me suck your soiled panties? Would you make me suck their panties? Would you be amused knowing how embarrassed and afraid I was that someone would catch me? Would it make you wet to know I was worried and still couldn't stop doing whatever you said?" "Would you make me get on my knees and beg you to let me lick your pussy while we were in class? Would you give me to your teen girlfriends in class to make me do sick things? Would you like to watch me squirm while I was doing them? Would you make me sit in my desk chair and let you tie my wrists behind my back, and my ankles to the front legs of the chair with my legs spread wide so you and your girlfriends could see my pussy all moist for you? Would you like to see me struggle and squirm in those ropes while you and your girlfriends slapped my breasts and tweaked my hard nipples, and shoved horrible things deep inside me?" Would you make me go with you to the adult store to buy an even bigger strap on than the one you already have so you could fuck me with it? Would you enjoy my embarrassment and humiliation as I had to explain to the sales girl what I wanted and why I wanted it? Would you take me home, make me strip and then make me help you put it on? Would you make me kneel and suck the dildo part till it was slick with my spit? Would you make me lean over a chair and fuck me standing up? Would you giggle at the wet spot I was making on the floor as you fucked me? Would you make me lick up the wet spot when you got through fucking me? Would you put me back over the chair and make me beg you to fuck my sexy ass? Would you giggle as I squirmed when you put your lube-covered fingers deep inside my rose? Would you make me squirm and beg for you to fuck me there? Would you like knowing I was scared of being fucked there, but was still begging for it?" "Does it excite you to see me, your teacher and an adult woman, squirm and beg you to torment me and want you so bad she'd do anything to please you? Would it excite you to fuck my rosebud with your fingers? Would you like the feel of my tight hole as you slid your fingers up inside me? Would you like it when my anus squeezed your finger? Do you want to see my face pressed against your pussy and all covered with your juices?" "Do you like my giving up control to you? Do you want all my friends to know just what a horny old slut I am? Do you want me to be thinking about you all the time I am with them, but not be able to let it show"? "Do you want to control when I can have an orgasm? Would you want to prevent me from cumming even though you know how worked up and excited I must be to bring my Teen Princess the cruelest pleasure. You know that humiliation and control just gets me so hot. And I know there's nothing you like as much as your horny mature teacher slut all primed and ready and not being allowed to cum." "Do you want to tell all your teen girlfriends about how slutty I am and what a good little pussy eater I am. Do you want to give them a chance to see for themselves"? "You know I will be obedient and please my Teen Princess Rebecca". Rebecca stroked my hair even more lovingly and replied sweetly, almost as if she were re-assuring a hopeful little girl who wanted her presents. "I do plan on sharing you with one or more of my teen girlfriends. There are lots of ways to do it and I want to explore as many as I can think of." "Of course I would make you go to the adult store with me to buy a nice big strap on to fuck you with. You should know that already! I'd be so excited to be fucking my own little teacher slut" "It does make me hot to see a mature adult woman like you squirm and beg me and want it so bad she'll do anything. I do like to take control of you. I like the idea of your friends knowing just how much you crave my teen pussy." "I like knowing that my subby little teacher slut is always horny for me and craves teen girls. I like it very much that she wants to be controlled and humiliated. I like that she gets off on struggling and squirming." "I have this friend and we talk a lot. She's very cute and popular. Her name is Kasey and she has blonde hair and blue eyes. She's also a cheerleader. She has lots of energy and she giggles a lot. We've discussed a lot of things, including sex. I had never told her I'm in to controlling older women, though, until last week. Of course I have told her about you since then, and she seems quite interested." "Last week the two of us had a sleepover at Kasey's house. Her mom and dad were out of town on Friday night and they were OK with me staying over with her. She had a cheer practice Saturday morning so she couldn't go with them." "We stayed up late watching movies and talking...mostly talking. I was feeling really close to her and we did this sort of truth or dare thing. I ended up admitting I liked older women. It didn't seem to bother Kasey at all. Mostly she was curious about it. I told her I had an older woman who I was going to order to help me with my studies pretty soon. We both giggled over that, and she seemed real eager to get me to go ahead with my plans." "After that sleepover, Kasey kept bringing up the subject when just the two of us were together. She just kept asking questions and wanting to know if she could meet whoever I was going to make surrender to me. Her questions got more sexual and it was hard to avoid giving her the answers. She finally got me to say that I was planning to do more with that older woman than just get study help. I told her some more stuff about my plans and it made us both real hot. But I wouldn't tell her who I had in mind, not then anyway. We kissed and it was really awesome kissing Kasey. Kasey was very curious and didn't like taking no for an answer when I wouldn't tell her the name of the older woman I was looking at. I finally told her I was thinking about letting her meet you if things worked out. And they have worked out, haven't they, Faye?" "Being the obedient, horny old slut that you are, I figured you wouldn't have any problem meeting her, once I got you to the point you would do anything I said. I also knew how you crave pretty teen girls. It finally worked out that we could make the arrangements and stay with you overnight, tonight, as a matter of fact. I asked Kasey to wear her cheer uniform and tie her hair back in a ponytail. I told her you liked cheerleaders, and, with her to help me train you, it is going to be an awesome night." I shuddered at the thought of Rebecca sharing me with another girl. I knew Kasey very well. She had switched desks with Rebecca so my Teen Princess could torment me during class that day. And Rebecca had told Kasey about her plans for me. That thought made my pussy spasm in anticipatory hunger. Rebecca pulled me out of my reverie. "Now Faye. You need to get up off the floor and put yourself back together so we can leave here and you can get ready for this evening's entertainment. Ms. Schafer will be wondering what we are doing back here." I was very disappointed that all I had been allowed to taste that afternoon were Rebecca's toes. She saw the sorrow on my face and giggled. "No problems, Faye. If you are a good girl tonight, you'll have all the teen pussy you can lick." My mood shifted from disappointment to anticipation as we got off the floor and prepared to leave the study carol. Rebecca smoothed down her skirt and put her sandals back on. I straightened myself as best I could, but I knew I must look like a slut in heat. We left the carol and walked to the checkout desk. Ms. Schafer was sitting there waiting for us, and she and Rebecca exchanged knowing smiles. I was so embarrassed I couldn't look directly at Ms. Schafer. My face turned beet red when Rebecca said, "Ms. Duncan and I really learned a lot today. We'll be back soon." Ms. Schafer just smiled and nodded her head. "Well, Ms. Duncan sure looks like she learned a lot," Ms. Schafer quipped as I turned even redder than before. Rebecca moved away from me as soon as we left the library and went on her way without even a "good bye." I raced home to get everything ready for that evening with Kasey and her. 5 All the remainder of that afternoon long I paced from room to room, straightening up things that were already straight, dusting where no dust was. Just going crazy waiting for Rebecca and Kasey to get there. Rebecca had telephoned me about an hour after I got home with explicit instructions concerning what she wanted. Luckily I already had, or could order everything she wanted. My church work had got me the reputation of being sort of a den mother for the teen girls in my Sunday School class. Their moms all liked and trusted me, so it was no problem with them when, at Rebecca's orders I set up a sleepover at my house. Kasey's mom knew me well from church, and she knew Kasey was in my class along with Rebecca. Rebecca had no trouble convincing Kasey's mom that they were going to have a study hall at my house, and some fun and refreshments, too. Rebecca had told me to be sure to have plenty of soft drinks, pizza, and cookies on hand for the sleepover and warned me what would happen if we ran out. Truth to tell, I was kind of hoping we would run out. I had everything ready when Kasey and Rebecca finally arrived. Rebecca was dressed in her sexiest short shorts and thin crop top (I didn't know how her mom let her out of the house dressed like that). Kasey was true to her word and wore her cheer outfit, complete with pom poms. As I stood in the doorway to let them both in, I couldn't keep from staring at Rebecca's incredible, enticing teen body. She gave me that taunting smirk of hers, and I shifted my embarrassed gaze to Kasey. Kasey was taller than Rebecca, but more slender. Her boobs were not as big, but her legs were longer and more-well-muscled. Both girls had these "cat looking at the canary" smiles on their faces that made my juices begin to flow. Rebecca had already warned me that Kasey hadn't stopped prying till she got out of my Teen Princess the fact that I was the mature woman she was talking about. I found out later from Rebecca that, once she found out it was me, Kasey had practically demanded to meet me. And Rebecca also said that Kasey was the one who had told her what I should have on hand for the sleepover by way of refreshments. I already knew how aggressive and demanding Rebecca was, blush. But it sounded like Kasey had her beat. I could tell right away that Kasey was beside herself with impatience. She must have been wound up ever since Rebecca had told her about my surrender in the study carol and her teen hormones must have been churning. Kasey was your typical cheerleader with lots and lots of teen energy which only made her crazier to get at me. I had tried my best to wear things that I hoped would make me attractive to these two teen girls. I was wearing black matching high rise panties and camisole. Rebecca giggled and made a snarky comment about my choice in lingerie, especially the high heeled dress sandals. Kasey commented that my legs and ass looked just awesome. I blushed at her comment and the fact that Rebecca's friend couldn't take her eyes off me. My braless breasts jiggled seductively when I led the girls into the living room and they could see my hard nipples pressing against the camisole. I greeted Rebecca with a long, deep kiss. Kasey was impressed with how quickly she took control of me. "Faye, this is Kasey. Kasey, this is Faye." Kasey held up her pom pons. "You got someplace where I can put these down, slut?" I meekly pointed to a chair. "Why don't you put them there for now. By the way, you look very pretty in your uniform." Kasey laughed out loud as she tossed the pom poms onto the chair. "I know how pretty I look, slut," Kasey quipped as she walked across the floor, reached out a hand and casually squeezed one of my breasts. I sucked in my breath but didn't move away. Rebecca smiled. While we had been on the phone earlier, she had coaxed me into begging her to bring Kasey over so the teen girl could fuck her with Rebecca's strap-on "Faye, what a worthless hostess you are. Why don't you fix us some cold drinks?" "Yes, Rebecca," I mumble meekly. I knew Rebecca and Kasey were staring at my legs and ass as I walked across the room. Rebecca leaned forward and stopped me with her hand on my arm. "Are you two really ...uh...together...like Rebecca told me? Did you do all that nasty lez stuff she told me about this afternoon"? I could do nothing but nod my head. "Yes, Kasey. We did everything Rebecca told you about." Kasey grinned from ear to ear. "I still think you're just telling me that stuff. I can't believe a grown up teacher would let one of her students do all that to her. But, if it's true I want to get in on it, if you know what I mean?" I blushed again and started to do as Rebecca had ordered. As I leave the room, Rebecca said, "You can get in on it anytime I think I'd get off on it. Maybe we'll take turns." Both girls giggled. Rebecca beckoned to me when I came back in the room with the cold drinks. I immediately went over to where both girls were standing and offered them refreshments off a tray. After I served the drinks, Rebecca motioned me closer to her. She leaned over and picked up a pink doggie collar from my coffee table. I hadn't seen the collar before. Rebecca must had brought it in her purse. "I got this collar yesterday afternoon in hopes I would be putting it on you today. Now be a good girl and go show Kasey how cute it is, Faye." Kasey's eyes got wide when she realizes what it is. The collar was neatly printed with "Property of Rebecca" on the leather. Rebecca smiled. "Faye, bend forward so Kasey can put on your nice, new collar." Totally humiliated I obediently leaned forward. I could see Kasey's hands shaking with excitement as she put on my collar. When Kasey finishes, Rebecca said, "Keep leaning forward, Faye. I think Kasey wants to see your tits. Isn't that right, Kasey?" Kasey's face brightened as I leaned even further over. Both girls could see the camisole was gapping and giving Kasey a nice view of my pendant tits and my hard nipples. Kasey's mouth was slightly open and she was breathing harder. "Faye, now you can come back over here and sit by me. Since you are having us over and being such a lovely hostess, you deserve a hostess present." Rebecca looked over at Kasey. "Why don't you return the favor, Kasey? Pick up your pom pons and come over here. Stand in front of us and do a special cheer. I think Faye would enjoy that." Kasey smiled wolfishly and picked up her pom pons and made her way over to us. Both girls could see I was getting excited and they didn't blame me. Kasey looked very hot in her uniform with her pretty blue eyes and long, blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Quite yummy! Her cheer started slowly, but she soon got into it. I thought she was a bit of an exhibitionist, but I wasn't complaining. My hungry eyes constantly moved over her tight teen body. The long, well-muscled legs...the luscious butt...and her firm tits. Kasey finished her cheer and sat down beside me. She was a little out of breath. Rebecca leaned across my body. "Kasey, it looks like you got Faye all worked up. I'm going to have to do something about that. I can't leave her that way...Faye, get down on your knees on the floor in front of me." Kasey was wide-eyed and very excited, as I immediately knelt before my Teen Princess. "That's a good girl. Now put your hands on my hips and pull down my shorts." I wasted no time in sliding my trembling hands down Rebecca's hips, hooking my fingers on the waistband of my Teen Princess's shorts, and tugging them down. Her panties came with them. I slid them both down her legs, over her feet and tossed them on the floor. "Now show Kasey how excited she got you and how much you want to eat my pussy." Kasey leaned forward for a better view. I knew she'd wanted to watch her lezzy teacher eat Rebecca's pussy because she'd never seen a mature woman like me eat teen pussy before." It wasn't long before my face was all coated in Rebecca's juices. She placed her hand behind my head and pushed hard, grinding her exquisite pussy into my face. I slid my hands under her springy teen ass so I could hold her just where my tongue and lips could make her the most aroused. I wanted Rebecca then so much. My lips and tongue soon pushed her over the edge. I glanced over and noticed Kasey had her hand under her cheerleader's skirt. While Rebecca was catching her breath after her sweet cummy, I caressed her legs and sucked on her little teen toes. She finally pushed my head away. "Faye, you know Kasey is our guest and we shouldn't be doing these things in front of her without letting her enjoy the fun, too. If it's OK with her, I want you to show her your hospitality. Is that OK, Kasey? Would you like that?" "Oh YES..." Kasey was beside herself with unfulfilled lust. She spread her thighs wider and her little cheer skirt slid up her thighs. I crawled to her, and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered how her pussy taste would compare with that of my Teen Princess. As I knelt before Kasey, Rebecca's sex taste and smell lingered with me. They had captivated me earlier that day in the study carol, and they had possessed me ever since. There was no doubt any longer in my mind that I completely belonged to Rebecca. I could only thank God that she was not truly cruel and only liked to tease me and show me off to her teen friends. She knew from recent personal experience how much I loved licking young teen girl pussy. She also knew that no matter how many other girls she would order me to service, I would still love her taste and smell the best. That was her hold over me. That was what re-assured her that, no matter who she gave me to, I would still long to taste her the most. I knelt meekly before Kasey, and she obliged me by pulling up her cheer skirt around her hips. The problem lay with the fact that the cheer outfit had sewn-in panties. I pushed my head between her legs and licked her gusset's soaking wetness through the cotton material of her panties. This actually drove her crazier than if I was actually licking her pussy. Kasey rolled her head back and forth while I licked and licked, and little hungry moans escaped her lips. Rebecca saw what was going on and she leaned over and whispered into my ear to raise my flabby butt up in the air as I continue to lick. As soon as I did, she jerked my panties all the way down to my ankles and stuck two of her cunning fingers deep into my soppy pussy. She scissored her fingers against my vaginal walls and I went crazy. I licked Kasey even harder than before, and she moaned in total rapture to have this mature woman who is her teacher at her school, licking her pussy through her cheer panties. When Rebecca's fingers became coated with my juices, she pulled them out of my pussy and unceremoniously pushed them deep inside my rose. I squealed and whined in pleasure pain, but I never stopped licking. Finally, when Kasey was almost ready to orgasm, Rebecca ordered me to stop. "Faye, you pathetic slut. Don't you know you can't get Kasey off through her panties? Now take off that silly cheer skirt, and do it right, you're embarrassing me." Your snarky words brought me up short and I meekly did as you had commanded. Kasey was enjoying how excited I had made her licking her sweet teen pussy through the wet cotton material of her panties. But I knew right away as soon as I got her cheer skirt off her and began licking her smooth, sex moistened nether lips that she was enjoying that even more. Rebecca leaned over and whispered into my ear. "You just can't get enough teen pussy, you pathetic slut. And you'll be begging me to bring Kasey home to you every day. I'll take you to a couple of the games where she will be cheering and you'll get so hot watching her you will nearly go crazy not being able to taste her right in front of everybody." I whined like a hungry puppy as my tongue licked Kasey's sweet pussy and my anal walls clenched Rebecca's fingers. Rebecca whispered into my ear again. "I love to hear your little whimper. Faye, you are nothing but a dirty old lezzy cunt that just can't get enough sweet teen pussy, can you?' I replied in the only way that mattered. I licked sweet Kasey even more hungrily. She moaned softly at first, then louder. "Oh my God, you were right, Rebecca. She does know how to eat pussy! Just think. This horny teacher, this horny old slut, is eating my teen cheerleader pussy. More tongue, teach, stick it deeper inside, deeper!" I could feel Kasey's growing excitement. And Rebecca could sense mine. She slapped my bottom hard with her free hand. "Faye, you old pathetic cunt. Didn't you know you couldn't really enjoy that lovely teen pussy through her panties? What a twit! Now, keep eating her right. You're embarrassing me and Kasey wants it too much for you to stop now" As I redoubled my efforts, Rebecca grasped one of Kasey's hands and squeezes it fondly. "See what I told you, Kasey. Mature sluts like Faye do know how to eat pussy and get a girl off." Kasey screamed. "Oh God, Rebecca. Make her lick me harder. I want that slut face of hers buried in my pussy. I want to see my juices smeared all over her face." Kasey exploded in an orgasm that nearly drove her unconscious. 6 While Kasey was still screaming out her orgasm, her strong thighs pressing my face tightly against her pussy, I had a vague impression of hearing my doorbell ring. As Kasey slumped back in satiation, the doorbell rang again. I looked up, Kasey's sexual juices covering my flushed face, to hear the doorbell ring impatiently for the third time. Rebecca slapped my bottom to get my attention. "The doorbell is ringing Faye. You better go see who it is." I couldn't believe what Rebecca had said. Did she really want me to answer my doorbell like this? My panties were wound around my knees, I was totally naked below the waist, my face was covered in girl juices, my camisole was awry and one of my breasts had fallen out of it. "Go answer the doorbell, slut"! Rebecca screamed at me. Slowly I stood and began hobbling toward the front door. My will was no longer my own. Rebecca was in charge and I had to obey. As I opened the front door, I received the shock of my life. There, standing with an evil little smirk on her face was Ms. Schafer, the librarian from whom I had checked out the study carol. "Well, Faye," Ms. Schafer took in my appearance and laughed out loud. "I see Rebecca and Kasey have started without me. Better let me in before one of your neighbor sees you." Dumbfounded, I stepped back into the house and Ms. Schafer followed me inside. She kicked the door closed behind her and took me by the hand and led me back to the girls. I was in shock as Ms. Schafer waved fondly to Rebecca and Kasey. "We seem to have caught another one. Hun, girls"? Rebecca and Kasey both nodded their heads vigorously and laughed gleefully. I started to protest but Ms. Schafer held up her hand for silence. "Now before you say anything Faye, dear, I want you to listen to something." Ms. Schafer reached into her purse and removed a little voice recorder. She pressed a button and I heard my voice pleading, "...get on my knees and beg you to let me lick your pussy while we were in class? Would you give me to your teen girlfriends in class to make me do sick things? Would you like to watch me squirm while I was doing them? Would you make me sit in my desk chair and let you tie my wrists behind my back, and my ankles to the front legs of the chair with my legs spread wide so you and your girlfriends could see my pussy all moist for you? Would you..." Ms. Schafer turned off the voice recorder and I sank to the floor. It was obvious that Ms. Schafer had been a willing accomplice in my surrender to Rebecca. She must have had a microphone hidden in the study carol. She must have recorded everything and listened to it. I was lost. Rebecca stood up and walked over to where I was sitting on the floor. She sat down beside me and started to explain how things would be from now on. "You see, Faye. Ms. Schafer knows all about me and my hunger for older women. She likes helping me blackmail them into being my yummy little sex toys until I get tired of them. She knew about the study carol and she put sound pickups in it to record anything that went on. You're not the first grown up teacher I've caught and used and abused and shared. And you won't be the last, either." I just sat there and cried softly. "Ms. Schafer helps me because I make all my subby lezzy sluts like you lick her pussy, and suck her tits, and lick her rose, and do anything else she likes. Don't I, Ms. Schafer"? Ms. Schafer just nodded. "And I let her lick my sweet teen pussy too, whenever she wants to, because I know how much she likes the taste." Ms. Schaffer nodded even more vigorously. "So I'm going to give you to Ms. Schafer, and you're going to do anything she says, because if you don't, she's going to send that voice message of yours right to the school board' and maybe a copy to your preacher at church for good measure." I began to shiver uncontrollably. I was truly lost. "And don't worry about Ms. Wilson, our dear principal. When Ms. Schafer gets bored with you, I'll give you to Ms. Wilson. She likes her pussy licked by women like you just as much as I do." "And besides," Kasey chimed in, "she likes teen girl pussy too, and we give her some from time to time." I continued to lie on my floor, crying softly. Rebecca began to stroke my hair. "It's not that bad, Faye. You're going to give me everything I want from now on. "I am much stronger than you are now emotionally and I know you are afraid of me and can't stop me from doing whatever I want to you. And if you ever think you could break away from me, I'll have this little voice recording." "And we'll also have a boat load of pictures and videos of you doing the sluttiest things to put with the recording. And you'll just love every minute of your performance." Ms. Schafer and Kasey nodded in agreement. "We're going to make you into a real amateur porn star, Faye." "You'll beg me to lift your skirt. Pull your panties down and spank your bare bottom over my knee in front of my friend Kasey until you sob" "You'll beg me to let you serve us naked." "You'll beg me to let Kasey spank your flabby butt." "You'll beg me to spank your floppy breasts and your nasty old pussy." "You'll beg me to shove a vibrator way into your slutty pussy while Kasey gets it all on video and I'll wait until you orgasm before taking it out." "You'll even beg me to let you call me 'Mommy'' and let me change/spank your wet diaper in front of Kasey and her snoopy camera." "You'll beg me to let you go naked in front of all my girlfriends from your class and let them watch me take a belt to your flabby old butt." "You'll beg me to take you to that lesbian biker bar and take your skirt off in public and offer you to all those really pervy dykes." "You'll beg me to let you change my tampons when I have my period." "And you'll even beg me to spank your flabby old butt right in front of Marcy, my 11 year old niece. She just loves it when I do that for her" By the time Rebecca had finished, I was nearly insane with fear and humiliation. Her little speech had gotten Ms. Schafer hot, and the librarian was busily licking Kasey's teen pussy for all she was worth. I knew now where my life was heading. I was never going to have a moment's peace again. Someone would always want to use me and abuse me. Someone would always be there to humiliate, degrade, and embarrass me. Listlessly, I crawled over to Rebecca's shoulder bag, and pawed around inside until I found what I was looking for; her strap on. I put the straps between my teeth and crawled over to my Teen Princess. I sat back on my haunches, put my hands out in front of me like a puppy doing "sit", and whined piteously. "Awwwww. Isn't she cute," Rebecca chuckled. "I know what little Faye puppy slut wants." And she did know. She had always known. This work is copyright (c) 2014 by Faye Duncan and Rebecca. You may download and retain a copy for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copy. Please do not post this story to any web site without permission from the author. All other rights reserved. No alteration of the contents is permitted. Faye Duncan can be reached at: fayeduncan01@Yahoo.com