The fall wind whipped through the trees that lined the city streets, slipping up under my skirt and giving a cold shock to what little fabric was there. It may have been late October, but I knew better than to wear pantyhose with my Heartwood uniform before there was snow on the ground. I read the email again on my phone, just to make sure I was in the right place.
‘Ms. Grey,
This Friday for your lesson, please meet me at Ms. Reed’s home on 3114 Hillcrest. You’ll find it’s no more than 4-5 blocks from the Heartwood Quad. We will work together with Ms. Reed to remediate your scores in her class. Please meet us promptly at 7:30 PM. I do apologize for asking you to meet us in the evening, but there is a faculty meeting that neither of us can miss that afternoon.
I look forward to seeing you,
Headmistress Fox.’
My eyes turned to the large, gold numbers affixed to the brownstone wall up that I stood in front of. 3114. So I was in the right place.
Taking a deep breath I walked up the steps to the door, my black heels clicking against the concrete. I pressed the small plastic button near the door handle, hearing a gentle melody play within the house.
“That must be Khloe. I’ll get it,” I heard Headmistress Fox call out, right before I saw her open the door.
My jaw nearly dropped as I looked at her. No longer was she wearing her typical pantsuit and dark-rimmed glasses, the look that she used every day at school. She was wearing a dark, tight-fitting dress that ended far further from her knees than would be professionally appropriate. Her lips were painted a brilliant shade of ruby red, and her hair was pulled neatly into a bun. Her fingers were painted red to match her lipstick, and in her right hand was a glass of white wine, the rim stained crimson.
“Good evening Ms. Grey,” she smiled, ushering me into the large foyer. “Come in, so glad you could join us. Toya, could you grab a glass of wine for Khloe please?” She called out into the house.
“Oh no, Headmistress, I’m not old enough yet to-“
“Nonsense,” she said curtly, cutting me off before I could protest. “Besides, you may end up benefiting from a little liquid courage tonight,” she added in a low voice.
The foyer opened into a long hallway, with a formal dining room on one side and an ornate door on the other, simply labeled ‘Red Room’. As we walked down the hall my heels seemed louder than gunshots in comparison to Headmistress Fox’s padded bare feet. Further along the hall I could see a brilliant white kitchen, which seemed to be our destination.
“Good evening Khloe,” a low, sultry voice called out as I rounded the corner. As much as I wanted to be, I wasn’t prepared to meet Ms. Reed in her own home.
LaToya Reed was a new professor at Heartwood as of two years ago. Most futas could go unnoticed in public, seeming on the surface no more than a beautiful woman. But Ms. Reed looked more like an NFL player than a runway model. She was easily 6’3”, and had arms that were nearly as big as my head. She had flawless, dark caramel skin that perfectly complimented her dark green eyes. Her silky dark hair flowed over her shoulders, falling just short of her modest bust. If you were into tall, dark, and handsome, LaToya Reed was probably what you dreamt about at night.
For me, it was closer to fear than attraction. Sweethearts either loved Ms. Reed, or hated her, and it likely had something to do with the classes she taught. If you were in her classroom, you were attending either ‘Restraints’, ‘Pleasure and Pain, ‘Spanking’, or ‘Proficiency in Anal’. So it wasn’t totally her fault.
I was guided to sit down at a long, marble bar top, and Headmistress Fox sat down next to me us. A glass of wine was set in front of me, which I immediately took a long drink from. I had an inkling as to where this night was going, and it wouldn’t take much for my small frame to get a little buzz.
“So Khloe I think you know why you’re here,” Headmistress Fox started, turning to Ms. Reed as if confirming that it was acceptable to start the conversation. “Your grades in Restraints have been very low. In fact, low enough to risk keeping you from graduating. Did you know that Khloe?”
I nodded silently, taking another drink of wine.
“So Ms. Reed and I were speaking this week, and she graciously offered her time and her home to help you earn some extra credit, which is why you’re here tonight. Would you like to take this opportunity to improve your grades?”
I nodded again.
“Khloe I need you to tell me that you want this extra credit,” she said softly, placing a hand under my chin and tilting it up to me, forcing me to look in her eyes.
“Yes Headmistress,” I said in a shaky voice, holding her gaze before she let me go.
“Excellent. LaToya, what did you have in mind,” she said triumphantly, turning to Ms. Reed, who had been watching us and tending to her own glass of wine.
Ms. Reed looked over the rim of her glass at me, smiling devilishly. My mind wandered as her eyes met mine, and in my head I could hear the squeals and screams of the other girls in class as her hand or a riding crop coming down hard on a soft ass. The animalistic sounds that came from the throats of my classmates, some of them in pain, some of them in euphoria. The gentle hum and buzz of a toy that was applied to a body part, her hands guiding it where it would need to be. I shuddered slightly and took another drink.
“Fiona I think we should head to my Red Room,” Ms. Reed murmured, finishing the last of the wine in her glass. “Khloe has had some trouble grasping the basic concepts of Restraints, often finding it difficult to obtain her own pleasure from the experience. And as a Sweetheart that simply won’t do. I’ll go down and prepare things, give me a moment before coming down will you?”
She got up and left us, heading down the hall to the door we’d passed across from the dining room and disappearing. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding and with little or no tact drained my glass of wine. To say I was nervous would be an understatement.
I felt Headmistress Fox’s hand on my shoulder.
“Khloe I know you’re nervous, and Ms. Reed is an intimidating figure, but you need to relax. The majority of the problem with Restraints is trust: trusting your partner and giving up total control over the situation. I need you to try, just try to really give in, to submit. Okay? Hey,” she said softly, setting her glass of wine down and taking my face in her hands. She saw just how anxious I was, and to my complete surprise leaned in and kissed me softly.
“I’ll be right there the entire time okay? I’ll be right there,” she whispered.
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“Let’s begin,” Ms. Reed barked, relieving me of my Sweetheart top, and unceremoniously pulling my skirt and panties off of my waist.
I stood in a dimly lit, floor to ceiling padded room. Above me was a steel beam, and from it hung a brown, braided rope. Along the far wall was an armory of toys and paraphernalia, everything from riding crops to cat-o-ninetails, to hitachi wands, to ball gags, to handcuffs. From a distance it looked like the torturing rack in a medieval film.
“Hands,” she commanded, and was some reluctance I put both out in front of me. I tried to ignore how cold and naked I was, and attempted to focus on Headmistress Fox’s words. Give in. Submit.
My wrists were cuffed with leather and then attached to the rope. I watched Ms. Reed walk to one of the walls, pulling the far end of the rope and raising my arms above my head. She pulled it another three or four inches, putting tension on my shoulders, forcing me to stand almost on tip toes to prevent myself from hanging in mid air.
She returned back to me, holding a black riding crop in her right hand. She’d gotten rid of her black dress, and now wore only a pair of red panties and a matching red sports bra. The muscles in her arm rippled as she bent the pliable crop, and there was a devious glint in her eyes.
“Let’s start with your trouble areas.”
Smack!
The room echoed with the first strike from the crop, accompanied by my own yip. A fire began to burn in my right ass cheek, and I tried to fight the rope that held my arms above my head. My heart raced nearly as fast as my mind, and all I could think about was escape.
Crack!
A second spank landed on my left, and I squealed, starting the same futile attempts at escape.
“I told you Fiona,” Ms. Reed growled from behind me, landing two more swift strikes against my soft backside. “She won’t submit. She likes things on her terms. She’s weak.”
Her assault on my ass continued as she spoke, turning my rear a bright shade of red. My shoulders burned as I fought against the cuffs, desperate to pull the rope down and free myself. I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes, and my throat threatened to sweep shut.
“She needs teaching LaToya,” I heard Headmistress murmur from the door. I saw her come in to view from my side, walking up to me. Her eyes were soft and kind, looking at me as though I was a mistreated puppy at the pound. Her hand reached out to stroke my cheek. “Khloe you have to calm yourself. Accept the pain, and turn it into arousal. Submit to the restraints. Relish in your helplessness. Feel that warmth in your pussy and hold onto it. Focus on it. Use it.”
Her hand left my face, and she walked back to her place at the door.
“Resume,” she commanded.
For the next ten minutes you could hear periodic blows from the crop landing on my ass. With each crack I gritted my teeth, trying my best to fall into submission, just as she’d asked. I took the fire burning in my rear and moved it to my flower, turning it into a gentle lubrication for my perfect folds. I could feel the tides turning in my favor, and as the crop whistled through the air on its way to my derrière, my excitement built. I lost track of time before I heard Ms. Reed speak again.
“Much better,” she murmured, returning to the wall and setting the crop back in its place. “I’m feeling a little hungry myself,” I heard her say, grabbing a ball gag from its hook along with two clothespins. Her hips swayed as she returned to me, looking right into my eyes. She’d taken her panties off, and as she walked across the room her long, dark shaft swung wildly back and forth.
“Shhhhh,” she smiled, placing the gag around my neck. “Open,” she ordered, and as soon as my lips parted shoved the ball into my mouth, locking it tightly in place. She then took both black clothespins, clipping them roughly onto my nipples, causing me to whimper around my new oral fixation.
Her hands traversed across my body, and she began to circle me like a predator who was surveying its next meal. I kept my eyes forward, willing the pain in my nipples to either go away or join the warmth between my legs. I made little headway before she stood behind me. I felt her hard cock press into the small of my back as she leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
“Much, much better. We might even be able to turn that pitiful C into a B minus. Now, let’s see how you’re doing. Oh,” she murmured into my ear as her hand found my wet folds. Her fingers expertly found my clit, running across it as she evaluated the moisture I’d created. “Just needed a little extra instruction, I see. Okay Khloe, are you ready for some cock? Hmm? Are you ready for your treat?”
“Yesh,” I called out around the ball gag, nodding my head furiously. I was dying for anything inside me, craving that blissful feeling of fullness. Conventional pleasure. My hips pressed back against her, drunk on the idea that here in this dark room she would fill me with her giant member.
Her hand took some of my own wetness, coating her cock in it as she continued to play with me. The more she played, the wetter I got, and she coated her shaft with my excitement. I heard her spit softly, adding further lubrication to her member. I was unsure as to why she thought she’d need so much assistance, until it dawned on me.
I pulled myself up in the air, attempting to impale my pussy on her cock. If I could just get her inside of me, maybe she’d change her mind. I was unsuccessful.
“Oh, how cute. You thought I wanted your pussy,” she laughed softly, placing her hands on my hips and slamming me back to the floor, bending me over with uncomfortable speed. “No no Khloe, I think your ass is much tighter. Ahhhhh..”
She groaned as she pressed herself at my entrance, my puckered little hole now exposed. Using her hands to steady me, she pushed her enormous cock into my ass, filling me and stretching my orifice to its limits. I felt a burning, tearing sensation as she moved further in, burying herself inside me.
I let out a loud whimper of pain, and I felt a tear slide down my cheek. The ball gag was causing me to drool down my chest, and the stinging pain in my nipples came back as I remember the clothespins. I was suspended, tied, gagged, and filled. I was powerless, helpless, defenseless. I was no more than a hole for Ms. Reed to use as she saw fit. I hung my head, finally accepting and submitting to the situation, surrendering myself to the more powerful woman in the room.
“Yes,” I heard her growl, slapping my ass before she began slamming herself into me. This was not like the treatment I’d gotten from Headmistress Fox in her office. This was primal. Her hips slammed into me again and again, her heavy balls pounding my pussy lips as her shaft buried itself inside me. The ripping and tearing gave way to the hot sensation of her large cock sliding in and out of my tiny hole. It was like a freight train driving down a hallway.
“Little slut,” she murmured, now pulling me violently back from my hips as she fucked me, grunting and groaning like an animal. From the corner of my eye I saw Headmistress Fox near the door, watching listlessly and chewing on her fingernail. It almost looked like she was concerned.
“Fuck.. oh..!”
Ms. Reed roared just seconds before I felt a wetness inside me. Her cock swelled and twitched in my ass, her hips now steady as she unloaded her seed. I could feel her sack contracting under me, and soon her cum began to seep out of me and down my legs. With a loud sigh she pulled out of me, and my gaped ass continued to act as a waterfall for her load, coating the floor beneath me a shade of translucent white.
I heard her panting behind me, and I hung there for a few seconds before I heard her.
“I’ll give her a B. You can cut her down Fiona, I’m gonna go take a shower. Not bad, Ms. Grey. Still a lot to learn,” I heard her call out before the door slammed shut.
As soon as the lock turned Headmistress Fox rushed to me, pulling hard at the rope above me to break the knot, holding me in her arms and guiding me to the floor. She unclipped the ball gag from my neck, pulling the clothespins from my nipples and I cuffing my hands. She wrapped me in and blanket, pulling me into her lap. My eyes were red, dried tears on my cheeks.
“You did so good Khloe,” she whispered softly, kissing my forehead and running her fingers through my hair. “Shhh shh shh. You’re okay now. It’s all over. You’re okay. You did so good.”.
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