I liked it when Ted was my dom. It didnt come out all the time, just like when I am the dom. We like to change roles and play.
I was left in the dark. My nipples riveting from the flowers he clamped around them. My Lips dripping, but also nice and warm from being covering me up. I was ready to be fucked. My thoughts were on the verge of sending me over the edge. I waited for them to calm and my eyes slowly became heavy. I began to dream.
Private school. I smarted off to the religious studies professor. Not recalling what I said but something about evolution. An over whelming feeling of frustration and being in trouble swarmed my head as I walked down the corridor to the head mistresses office. My leather heels clicked along the white marble as I neared the administration wing.
My uniform leaves little to the imagination; you can see my tits bouncing at the top of my navy lace bra. My back tattoo peeked from under the thin button down shirt. A blue plaid skirt cuts just below my cheeks. Thigh highs are clasped with a navy blue garter belt and last, those clicking heels.
I found the office desk and Becky, the office secretary, asked for my name and gestured to sit while I waited for Head Mistress Christine to be available. The cold leather chair kissed my cheeks as I sat down; it sent a chill through my spine. Looking around, I glanced down and found my nipples could be seen poking under my bra.
Becky caught my glance and waived me back to the desk. Flushed, I stood peeling the leather from my cheeks and looked down the hall she pointed out. The direction of Christine’s office. It was down, a right, and up the stairs. I couldn’t miss it.
Again, my heels clicked. The right turn and the softest cushion. Marble was lining the edges of a burgundy carpet that started at the turn and hugged up the winding wooden staircase. Carved and silk to the touch the polished oak banister was beautiful.
Up the stairs, I saw a door with Head Mistress Christine Ox. I knocked and I heard a stern voice telling me to come in.
I slowly opened the heavy wooden door eager to see what was inside. Chocolate wooden accents danced around the windows and many door frames. Leather. The smell filled my nose. A beautiful chaise lounge chair accented the corner of the rounded room. Two old French leather sofas lined the center. They looked stern and upright. Not the kind of couch one snuggles into. Ahead was her desk.
She was a curvy woman. Dressed in black. Her dark brown hair fell in loose curls below her shoulders and framed her full breasts. Her heels grabbed tightly on to her calves as they made their way up her legs. In her hand a crop softly slapping it against her other palm.
“Miss Kathryn. Come sit. I was told you have been disrupting class and interrupting your instructors. Is that correct?” Christine’s voice filled the room. There was a pause. She knew the answer. That is why I was there. She requested me. “You will answer me when I ask a question, Miss Kathryn.” She now demanding as she sharply slapped the crop into her hand.
“Yes. Misses Ox.” I replied.
“You will address me as Head Mistress!” She scolded.
“Yes, Head Mistress.”
“Good girl.” She said softly. Walking across the room behind the couch. Caressing my neck with the crop as she walked to the entrance. She set the crop down to bolt the door. Lifting her hair and spinning it into a tight bun as she reached for something that looked like a skinny whip from the cabinet. She walked back to me; it was a collar and leash. Dark rich leather.
The Mistress spoke sharply as she walked back to the couch. “Your obedience is lacking. You must be taught. In this room you are mine to command and you will do what I tell you. Responding sweetly with ‘Yes, Head Mistress.’ No mouthing off. No questioning. This collar will be your reminder.” I could feel the soft leather and her warm hands latching it around my neck. Snug, but not choking.
Click. A metal clasp. I turned to see. I was attached to the leash. It was long enough for her to trail around the room to the corner chaise. She lounged. Twirling the strap between her fingers. What was she going to have me do? A flood of fantasies came pouring through my mind.
“Come rub my shoulders. My little pet.” She said after a long pause. I got up. Started walking to her and my neck tugged. A quick step caught my startled balance. “Your reply is lacking and you will be punished.” Her voice rose.
“Yes, Head Mistress.” I quickly replied and continued behind her to her shoulders. Reaching to touch her. She dropped her cardigan lowering the straps of her top. Her breasts pressed the hem and wanted to spill out. My hands reached for her skin. Shivers ran down her arms.
“Your hands are cold Kate. Here warm them up.” She said opening the top of her shirt begging me to reach my hands inside. Another tug. “Yes, Head Mistress.” My hands dove down into her soft pillows. My fingers found her hard nipples and I heard her softly moan. “Good girl.” A few minutes had passed as I stood leaning over the chaise my hands softly kneading her breasts and circling her nipples.
“Your back must be getting sore from leaning over me like this. Let’s have you relax. I don’t want you injured.” She sweetfully said. She stood from the couch with her hand holding the leash, her breasts now in the air from me playing. Her fist tightened the slack. “Naughty girl.” She stopped in her tracks, “Here I am offering you a kindness and you can’t do one little command.” She pulled and the shortened leash had me bent over the chaise. “Yes…” she started.
I cut her off quickly, “Yes, Head Mistress.”
“Good girl.” She said as she locked the leash at the foot of the chaise. Anchoring me in to place. My ass feeling the cool air. Her foot steps continued around behind me. I could feel her warmth but I couldn’t see her. A cabinet opened. She grabbed something before closing the door.
“Do you want what’s in my hand?” Christine asked. I had no other choice. The collar. But also…To be honest I was intrigued. So far this sexy woman was making me hot and wet. “Yes, Head Mistress.”
Her hand traced my cheeks. A little pat. I moaned. She lifted my skirt. Laying it over my back revealing my thong and belted nylons. Her fingers lifted the garter strap on either side tracing down my cheeks. Then to the top of the thong. Her finger kissed the top of my crack As she continued down releasing the fabric from my cheeks as it tightened against my lips. Snapping it. “You’re wet. You’re almost ready.” She could feel my wet pussy from tugging on my thong.
“Yes, Head Mistress.” I called back to her.
She traced the thong again. Letting it snap back against me. Spanking my ass a couple times. My moaning grew. My wanting grew.
Her hands spread my cheeks holding them firmly open and her warm tongue licked. Starting at my pussy and to my asshole. She circled around my ass and went back to my pussy giving me all of her tongue. Over and over. Lapping at me. Tonguing my asshole. Spanking me. Then she pulled away. “You’re ready!”
“Yes, Head Mistress.”
“Good girl.” Proudly slipped from her lips.
Again, I felt her hands line my thong, but this time she lifted the sides off my hips and slid them down to my feet. I felt the tip of a cold cock sliding into my pussy. It wasn’t a real cock, it wasn’t warm but it was hard. Slowly at first. Just the tip. Was it a dildo or maybe a strap on? I couldn’t see her. I wasn’t sure. It felt good. The thickness opened me up and I was moaning. Softly she spun the cock back and forth sliding in a little deeper. Then out a little and back a little deeper. She had me pushing back for more. Stopped by the collar tethered to the couch. Deeper and deeper she fed my pussy the cock.
My cum was building. My breath short. I wanted more.
“Good girl.” She said as she spanked the bottom of my ass. Hard. She pulled the cock out fully. I could feel my wet pussy dripping down my thighs. I wanted more.
She pushed the cock back in. Slowly out. Then back in again. Letting my lips open and close with each thrust. The cock warm from my pussy would chill each time. All the way in. Slowly, all the way out. My body craved the cool sensation. In and out she kept going. Stretching my pussy wide. But not burying it fully into me. Not hard. My hips rocked back into the big cock as far as they could.
“You want all of it?” Miss Cox asked.
“Yes, Head Mistress.” I stammered to get out between my moans. She gave it to me. Deep. The fake balls of the dildo kissed against my lips and clitoris. All the way out and in. Her tempo building now. She was pounding my pussy.
I was going to squirt. Cum was going to spray everywhere. Such a wet mess it would make. My mind pulled from the orgasm. I had to calm down. Just cum with out the spray, I tried to breath. It was building and I couldn’t stop it.
“Cum for me. Now!” My mistress commanded.
“Yes, Head Mistress.” I responded to her and released everywhere. I could hear the spray hit the floor and the cabinets be hind her. She was, with out a doubt, covered in my cum.
“Good …very good.” She trailed off.
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