The Principal’s Wench [M40/F18] [nc] to [con] [Mdom/Fsub]

It was the summer before my Senior year of high school and to my surprise our ancient dowdy principal had been replaced by a handsome newcomer to our small town. Not only was he tall, but he had a ruggish handsomeness with a muscular ease to his movement. I’ve always had a thing for older men, but something about the confidence he exuded made me want him even more.

Our town has a small basketball league that many of the local men participate in, my stepfather included. It was here that I first met Mr. O’Connor and sized him up. You can tell a lot about a man by the way he plays basketball. Is he confident or shy? Does he know how to handle a ball, or is he a team player? Mr. O’Connor definitely knew his way around a court. I suspected by the bulge in his shorts, he could handle my plays just fine.

Over the next few months I made sure to wear outfits that highlighted my best ass-ets when at school and the gym. I didn’t go out of my way to touch or talk to him. I didn’t want to give myself away too easily. I maintained the facade of the innocent girl next door, but clumsy me, I dropped a lot of things and darn if I wasn’t face down, ass up whenever he happened by. He always seemed to have a smirking grin on his face when I stood up, so I hoped it was working.

The thing about having your birthday two days before Halloween is that you always have a Halloween themed birthday party. It also happened to be my mother’s favorite holiday so our family was well known for our annual Halloween/Birthday bashes. Adults in the big house and my birthday party in the pool house. This year was even grander due to my coming of age and I intended to celebrate it in all its glory.

I checked the guest list and as suspected my esteemed Principal Mr. O’Connor was on the list. I had been quite precise when choosing my costume this year. I had a short sleeve crop top blouson that highlighted my natural cleavage, amplified by a black leather vest bustier corset. Black thigh high fishnet stockings that attached to a black garter fitted tightly at my natural waist. My skirt was a number of red and white mini satin and crinoline petticoats that created an effect that when standing you could see the top of my thighs, but when bending over my backside and a g-string were revealed. To top it off I wore calf level black lace up boots with 5 inch heels and a black lace leather mask across the top half of my face.

By the time I made my entrance, the party was in full swing. I made my way through the crowd sampling champagne and hors d’oeuvres as I scanned the room. I saw Mr O’Connor across the room. It looked like some of my classmates’ mothers had him trapped him in conversation. As I drew closer I saw my prey slip away towards the back of the house. Intrigued, I followed him, the sounds of the party echoing down the hallway. I saw him slip into the laundry room. I paused a few feet back, but the door stayed open. I wondered what he was doing? If he was using the bathroom he would have shut the door already. My heels slowly clicked as I made my way through the door.

A rather large room by any standards, the laundry room seemed empty as I stepped through the door. Hesitating, I took a few more steps into the room, not hearing the door as it shut and locked silently behind me. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain as my wrists were gripped and pinned behind my back. Fear and excitement coursed through me. The predator had become the prey and I could feel my pussy gush from the exhilaration.

Leaning down he whispered in my ear, “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” I gasped at the sound of his voice and held my breath.

With his left hand gripping my wrists, his other hand groped at my breasts, pulling my bra down exposing my nipples. He started pinching and pulling at them. Unable to answer his question, I moaned at his touch, my body a jumble of emotions and sensations. No one had ever controlled me like this, and I loved every second of it.

He asked me again, this time in a firmer voice. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” He pinched my nipple again.

“Yeess” I managed to moan out

“That’s right. You’ve been such a tease.” He continued groping and teasing my nipples. I couldn’t help but moan, my pussy was so wet by this point I was leaking and covering my outer lips. He continued, “always bending over and putting your ass in the air when I’m around. You act like such a good girl, but I know, you’re a pretty little slut who needs to be fucked.”

It felt like electricity running through my clit and pussy. How did he know?! He then instructed me to bend over and mindlessly I obeyed. He moved to my left side slowly rubbing and groping my ass. Without warning I heard a smack and a sudden jolt of pain. I nearly stumbled, but his left hand holding my wrists behind my back steadied me.

“Yes, that’s right, always with your ass in the air. Your ass deserves to be smacked for all the teasing you’ve been doing.”

I cried out as he spanked me several more times. My juices dripped down my legs at this point, he chuckled as he rubbed the outside of my pussy and felt how slick I was.

“You are a dirty little slut. You’re so wet and I haven’t even touched your pussy yet.” I trembled as he smacked my ass again. Multiple fingers entered my pussy, fucking me. I couldn’t help but move my hips to match his rhythm, my ass bobbing, his fingers felt so good inside of me. Just as I was getting close to cumming he stopped, released me and instructed me to stand. Breathlessly I raised myself to a standing position and turned to face him, my ass stinging and pussy aching.

“So what kind of slutty Halloween costume is this supposed to be?” he asked me, motioning to my outfit. He grabbed my mask and pulled it off revealing my face.

Gaining some coherency I said, “it’s supposed to be a Tavern Wench. How … How did you know it was me?”

That grin again, “It’s not like you blended in. Every man in that room had his eyes on you.” He stepped towards me. “It’s clear you belong at the party for you and your friend’s across the way.” His right hand grazed the outer lips of my pussy. “But you’re not interested in any of the boys over there are you though?” I gasped and shook my head as his fingers penetrated my lower lips and coated his fingers in my juice. “No, I didn’t think so. The games you like to play are more grown up aren’t they?” He had found my clit now, I moaned out “Uh-huh” as I nodded my head.

“I thought so. I’m so glad you followed me tonight. I’m going to ask you a few questions now and you can just nod or shake your head if you can’t respond. Is that okay? It’s important to me that you want this too.” He stopped and withdrew his hand. I whimpered with my disapproval, “yes, yes, please,” I begged. To my relief his fingers went back to stroking my clit. I moaned in approval and placed my hand on his chest to steady myself.

“Based on your body’s response tonight, I would say that you enjoy being dominated. Do you agree?” His fingers stopped moving, I quickly nodded, his fingers resumed and my breathing became more rapid. “Good, good girl,” he said. “If you agree, I will take you under my wing this year and help you explore the depth of your depravity. Would you like that?” I nodded and moaned.

His fingers slowed causing my hips to move forward in an effort to meet his fingers. We stayed here for a minute slowly building, my heart was beating so fast, I could barely breathe and then sweet release. His fingers tapped my clit as I leaned into him, leaving me in a state of euphoria, moaning, gripping his shirt in my hand, the other gripping his arm with his finger on my clit. Steadying myself so as not to collapse under all the pleasure I was feeling. The tapping stopped and he removed his hand licking my juices from his fingers.

“Mmmm, you taste so sweet.” He put his hands on my hips and stepped away, looking down at me, he said, “I can see you’ll be an eager slut for me to train. That is, if that’s what you want. That is what you want, right?”

I nod, “yes, sir.”

“Good, that’s a good girl.” He said as he kissed me on the top of my head.

Thus began my year of slut training. To be Continued . . .

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