Bedding The Babysitter 3

Megan then said, leaving the toy inside her slave, "Let's go downstairs and get a drink."

"But what about Karen?" I asked.

"We will untie her in a bit. Let her stew there for a bit; I am still not very happy with her disobedience," she said as she grabbed my hand and led me out of her room.

We spent the next half hour downstairs, talking about everything, including Miss Morgan. As I re-told the story of the past two days in Miss Morgan's class, Megan listened intently. She then asked, "Do you want to seduce her?"

I thought about it a couple of seconds before realizing I did and answered, "Yes, I do."

"Well then do it," Megan said, "But remember a seduction of such a person needs to be well-paced. She is a teacher, you are a student. Even if she wants to, which she probably does, she has to worry about her job."

"I understand."

"So each day should build on the other; each tease going further than the other; each tease revealing more, yet not so obvious that others know," Megan advised me.

"OK," I said.

Megan then said, walking over to her computer, "Let's do some research on her." I followed her over and waited as Megan logged on. I was in awe as in seconds Megan had found all her private information, including her IP adress. She then said, "She is online right now. Let's see what websites she has been on since Monday and what site she is on right now." A couple quick clicks of Megan's mouse and she said, "Well, well, well."

I leaned forward as I asked, "What?"

"Do you really want to know what your teacher looks up in the privacy of her own home?"

I thought about it briefly; this was clearly a violation of her privacy; while old me had morals and would have said no, the new me had much looser morals and clearly would say yes. "Yes, Mistress Megan," I responded.

"You are a devious little dyke aren't you," Megan teased.

I smiled devilishly, "Isn't that the way you like me Mistress?"

Megan shook her head and said, "That I do, my little slave. Now come take a look at this." I leaned forward and Megan said, "Like you, she is a regular reader of Literotica. She reads mostly lesbian stories, although she also does searches using the words ¡¥domination', ¡¥submission', ¡¥humiliation' and interestingly enough, '18 year old'. But yesterday and today she has been searching and reading stories with a new search."

When she didn't continue, I asked, "And what search is that?"

"Teacher submission," Megan responded, "Clearly you have been greatly turning on your teacher, my little dyke."

My pussy began to heat up again as I realized the power I had been having on my hot teacher.

"Look at the stories she has been reading today."The Only True Teacher/Student Story" by Notabutch, "The Pet Teacher"-Couture, "Hot For Teacher"-watchdawg and "The Laura Effect" by krr1957. Fuck, my little dyke, she has been reading non-stop for a couple of hours now."

"Cool," I said.

Megan looked at me and said, "Well the seduction should be easy, my slut. But remember she has an image to protect, so do it with class."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said.

"Should we go and untie Karen?" Megan asked, standing up from the computer.

"Probably, she must be going fucking crazy by now," I said.

"Good, that should teach her a lesson."

"Agreed," I responded.

I followed Megan up the stairs and back to her bedroom. Karen was sweating, clearly near the brink of bliss. The look on her face pleaded for help, for permission to cum and I asked, "Mistress Megan, may I help get your slut off?"

"You think she deserves another orgasm?" she asked me.

"Yes. I think she learned her lesson, didn't you slut?" I asked, playing a more dominant role than I had ever played.

Karen surprised me and Megan as she said, "Yes Mistress Jenny and Mistress Megan, I will never disobey again."

Juice began to escape from my pussy at being called "Mistress" as I waited for Megan's instructions.

Megan finally said, "Go fuck the bitch."

I quickly went between Karen's bound legs and began licking her clit, not touching the toy still inside her. As soon as my mouth made contact, Karen let out a scream of pleasure and kept moaning as I sucked her clit into my mouth. In only a few precious seconds, juice sprayed all over my face as she had a wickedly powerful orgasm. I kept my mouth on her clit as she kept moaning until she begged me to quit. I then stood up; my face soaked with Karen's cum and kissed her. I broke the kiss and said, "How does your cum taste on my lips?"

"Yummy," she barely was able to say, still recovering from her orgasm.

Megan untied her and said, "You ladies better get home, you have school in the morning."

"Yes Mistress," we chorused.

Megan kissed us both once and sent us on our way. As we got back to the car, Karen finally recovered from the evening's events said, "See you tomorrow, my sexy little slut."

"See you tomorrow, Mistress Karen," I responded.

She walked over to me and kissed me one last time, right in the open, although it was dark and no one was around. She then said, "Wear the white thigh highs tomorrow."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, back in our traditional roles, as Karen got in her car. I watched her leave and walked home.

Tired past exhaustion, I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 5th: Almost Caught...Mom is a dyke?

By the third day of my new life, things began to be a bit of a routine, if such a change can be considered routine. Boys stared at me as I sauntered by, girls gossiped about me and a power shift in the cheerleader's group was clearly occurring. Sabrina continued to treat me like a servant, but was less harsh on her criticisms of me; interestingly, she was wearing red stockings and heels, while only Karen and I were the only two wearing the white ones. Ashley, on the other hand, was super nice to me and put her hand on my nylon covered leg on a couple of occasions during lunch. She didn't caress or anything, but it lingered there the first time for almost a minute and the second time for probably five minutes.

Near the end of lunch, Troy came up to our table and asked, "So Jenny, are you free this weekend to go out for supper and a flick?"

I immediately was petrified, I had never had a date with a boy, nor did I really want one.

Karen saved me as she said, "Actually, sorry, Troy, she is my date all weekend; it is the cheerleader's retreat this weekend."

"Oh, well I would love to be a part of that," he flirted, his eyes locked on mine.

I looked away nervously as Karen said, "I bet you would. You probably fantasize one big dyke orgy, don't ya?"

"Well," he said slightly embarrassed.

Karen stood up and walked over to him and said, "Don't worry, we will be sure to make your fantasy come true." She quickly rubbed his dick through his pants and then said, "Let's go, Jenny."

I quickly got to my feet and followed obediently. Karen laughed as we left the cafeteria, "The funny thing is this weekend will be a lesbian orgy of sorts and you will be the center of attention."

"I will?" I gasped.

"Oh yes," Karen said, "You are sharing a room with Sabrina, Ashley and myself. Your duty will be pussy pleaser."

"Oh," I said terrified.

The bell rang and I headed to class. Sally and Eleanor were also different today. Although not dressed as slutty and as revealing as I was, both had on long skirts and tights. I complimented them and they both blushed. We talked as if nothing had changed since last week. We talked about Chuck, which is the best show on TV, complained about classes and talked about other generic nothingness. When class ended, I gave both of them quick pecks on the cheek before leaving, something I had never did before.

I then headed out to meet with Karen and we quickly made our way to English class. As Megan instructed, I decided to take it slow. I sat at my desk and simply slid my feet in and out of my heels all class long. If she didn't look down for a period of time, I made sure to drop my shoe on the floor. Miss Morgan seemed distracted, but only I knew why. It made my pussy damp, knowing the power I had. As class ended, Miss Morgan gave back our poems. She handed mine last and gave me a slight smile. I took the paper and looked at it. I got an A and the following comment, "A very vivid poem that builds to a powerful climax." An accidental laugh escaped my mouth as I read the last two words. Miss Morgan looked at me, began to say something, but then didn't. I said, "See you tomorrow, Miss Morgan," and left class.

Practice number three was another exhausting workout, but again I felt less tired than I had the day before. Karen drove me home again and then invited herself in. My Mom was in the kitchen making supper and Karen walked up and gave my Mom a kiss on both cheeks. Karen then said, "Mrs. Wyatt you look amazing today."

My Mom blushed and said, "Thank you Karen."

Karen and I practiced cheers for an hour, with Mom coming in and out the whole time. After supper, Karen and I went upstairs so I could help her with her math. As soon as I closed the door, Karen said, "You had to notice that your mother was checking me out during our workout, right?"

I did indeed notice, but said, "Not really."

Karen walked up to me and said, "You are a horrible liar."

I blushed and then said defeated, "Fine, it seems she was indeed checking you out."

"I will have her between my legs soon," she purred. When I said nothing, she added, "Speaking of things between my legs."

I blushed, understanding completely what she was implying, and said nervously, "But Mom is right down stairs."

"So?" she asked.

"I don't have a lock on my door," I pleaded.

"So?" she asked again.

"She could walk in at any moment," I said a little more frantic.

"So?" she repeated, as she lifted up her skirt, showing me her naked beaver as sat on the edge of my bed. She smiled at me and using one finger beckoned me in. I didn't move instantly and she then said in a firm voice, "Now slut."

Reluctantly, petrified that my Mom would walk in or hear Karen, I moved to my Mistress and knelt before her. Karen smiled and said, "I have looked forward to this all day; get me off my little lez."

I leaned forward and began licking Karen. I slid my tongue up and down her cunt lips, and then every few seconds I would put pressure on Karen's clit with my tongue. Each time I put pressure on Karen's clit, she shook just a bit. I did this continual teasing pleasure for a while, trying to get her off with a building of pleasure, hoping she wouldn't scream and alarm my mother. I savoured Karen's delicious pussy, her wetness drenching my face, as I continued to lick and lick.

Karen, who seemed to be getting close, demanded, "Finger me slut."

Obeying, I slid a finger inside her ocean of pleasure. It slid in so easily that I slid a second in as well. I began moving my two fingers in and out, completely focused on giving pleasure, I completely forgot about my mother downstairs. Feeling her legs tense slightly, I hooked my two fingers inside, her putting as much pressure on her g-spot as I could. Karen instantly let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead as her juices gushed out of her pussy and sprayed my face. I had never had so much pussy juice on my face as she continued to quake through her orgasm.

I heard footsteps coming and quickly stood up, and Karen, thankfully, quickly got up too, just as my Mom opened the door. My mom looked at us frantically, worried, "Are you girls ok?"

Karen, her face ruby red, clearly recovering from orgasmic bliss, said, "Oh sorry Mrs. Wyatt, I just stubbed my toe and it really hurt."

My Mom somehow did not seem to notice my face shining with Karen's cum. As she said, "Oh thank God, I thought something dreadful had happened. Are you OK?"

Karen sat on the bed and said, "Mrs. Wyatt, could you come and look at my toe. It really hurts."

"Oh, sure honey," my mother said, as I watched horrified.

Karen lifted up her foot, so my mother could look at it, and I could see Karen's still wet and leaking cunt from where I was standing. There was no way my mother would not see it.

My Mom grabbed her foot and looked at the toe through the stocking. My mother said, "Well it doesn't," she then stopped abruptly as she clearly saw Karen's shaved pussy. Mom's face went red, but she seemed to recover pretty quickly as she looked up to Karen, who was smiling like an innocent choir girl, "it doesn't look like you did any serious damage."

Karen asked sweetly, "Could you massage it, it really hurts."

"Sure," my Mom said, as she gently rubbed Karen's foot. Karen's cunt was completely uncovered and in plain sight for my mother, at the angle she was sitting, and I was surprised at how many times my mother would take a quick glimpse of my young 18 year old Mistress' pussy.

This went on for a couple of minutes, until Karen said, "Thanks Mrs. Wyatt, you really know how to make someone feel better."

My Mom let go of Karen's foot and took one last look at the delicious wet pussy before Karen's skirt covered the prize. The peepshow now complete, my mother seemed to regain her composure and said, "Well, um, I will be downstairs if you ladies need anything."

Karen grabbed my mother's hand as she was about to leave and said, "Thank you so much." Karen kissed her on each cheek, lingering a couple of seconds before moving away.

My mother said, slightly flushed, "No problem." She then left the room.

Karen looked right at me and said, "Still think she isn't a dyke?"

"Well, she did take a few peeks, but who wouldn't?"

"A straight woman," Karen answered.

"Haha," I laughed.

"Very soon Jenny," Karen predicted, "Very soon your mother will be my little MILF slut."

I didn't say anything.

Karen added, "Are you ok with that?"

I shrugged, really not sure how I felt about this odd plot twist, "I don't know. It turns me on, yet..."

"Yet what?" Karen asked.

"Yet, she is my mother," I said.

"I'm not asking you to fuck her," Karen said, her eyes going big as she said, "Unless you want to."

"No," I said.

"You do, don't you; you want to fuck your own mother?"

"No," I said adamantly.

Karen smiled, "I think you do." She then kissed me and said, "Fuck I taste good."

"Delicious," I teased back.

Karen then said, "No orgasms for you until the cheerleader getaway."

"Oh," I said crestfallen.

"None," Karen said with a more authoritarian tone.

"Understood," I said disappointedly.

"It's only two days," Karen said, "You're not such a big sex maniac you can't wait two days, are you?"

When she put it that way, I chuckled to myself, had I become such a sex maniac? The answer, of course, was yes. "I will obey, Mistress Karen," I said.

"Good," Karen said, "I got to get going, see you tomorrow my dyke."

"Bye, Mistress Karen," I said and walked her out.

The rest of the evening I worked on my essay and did everything I could to avoid thinking about sex. Of course the picture of my mother submissively pleasing Karen would not leave my brain. I went to bed, my pussy begging to be pleased. Not surprisingly, I had a restless night.

THURSDAY FEBRUARY 6th: An aggressive approach to Miss Morgan

Normality had settled into my new life. I dressed in my usual outfit, today with black thigh highs, Karen picked me up, we got to school, people checked me out and my pussy was constantly on fire. As Karen predicted, thigh high stockings had become the new rave. At least fifty girls were wearing thigh high stockings on Thursday. I smiled as I realized I was either to blame or to be given credit for such a sexy trend.

The day was normal, well my new normal, until after lunch. Sally and Eleanor were in class and both were wearing thigh high stockings. Seeing the two shyest girls dressed so provocatively was both baffling and a turn-on. I complimented them on their outfits and they both blushed like the two school-girl virgins they were. Near the end of class I said, "Sally you are very pretty and have gorgeous long hair. Yet, you wear it in a very unattractive bun every day. Let it down tomorrow."

Sally said, "You think so?"

I purred, flirting with her just a tad, "I know so."

Sally blushed as I looked at Eleanor and said, "And you Eleanor. You are pretty too. You need to wear make-up, especially lipstick to showcase your luscious lips."

She said embarrassed by the compliment, "My Mom won't let me wear any."

I said, "Tell you what. Be here by 8:30 tomorrow and I will give you a makeover."

"OK," Eleanor said with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

The bell rang as I said, "See you tomorrow, hotties."

I left and headed to meet Karen. Karen grabbed my arm and said, "Today I plan to have some fun."

I gave her a sceptical and nervous look as I asked, "How so?"

"When I ask to go the bathroom," she explained, "You will wait a minute and ask to go as well."

My face went white as I realized what she had in mind.

Karen and I reached the classroom before I could really respond, but Karen added, "Do not disobey, slut."

Luckily for me at first, Miss Morgan gave a lecture and Karen is way too nice to interrupt a teacher when she is teaching. I was just starting to relax when with twenty minutes left, she assigned us some time to write a reflection. The topic was simplistic, ¡¥What key moment in time has defined who you are.' I gave a slight smirk as I already knew what Karen was going to make me write and what I wanted to write as well.

As soon as Miss Morgan sat at her desk, Karen asked permission to go the washroom.
After getting approval, Karen left and I waited, my body a mix of turmoil. Both excited to please Karen and scared with the fear of being caught. I waited the full minute before asking to go the washroom as well. Miss Morgan gave a brief look of curiosity, maybe tying the two together, but I doubt it, before excusing me to go as well. As soon as I left the room, I quickly went to the nearby bathroom. A stall was open and I followed Karen in. She did not say a word, as she lifted up her skirt and I simply followed the implied expectation. I licked her pussy, in this awkward position for a couple minutes, long enough to have a shine on my lips and mouth. Karen then said, "Better get back to class. And don't you daer wipe off your mistress's juice."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said as Karen simply composed herself and left me in the washroom. I looked in the mirror, it wasn't too obvious I thought and began to leave just as two other girls entered the bathroom.

I returned to class and sat to work on my project. When I looked up a few minutes later, Miss Morgan was looking at me. I smiled and then went back to work. As I worked, Karen walked over and whispered in my ear, "Make sure you get close enough for Miss Morgan to smell your juices."

I sighed as Karen returned to her desk. The bell was about to ring and I pondered how to achieve this demand. I waited for the bell to ring and then put my hand up.

Miss Morgan looked at me and asked, "What is it Jenny?"

"Oh, I just would like you to ask you about my essay."

"What about it?" Miss Morgan asked as she stood up and began to come to my desk.

I grabbed my essay rough copy, the two paragraphs I had finished so far and said, "Can you read this and give me your opinion?"

"Sure," she said, grabbing a chair and sitting right beside me. She took the paper and read it silently for a couple of minutes. I waited patiently, the distinct smell of Karen's cunt lingering on my face. I don't know if she knew what the smell was, but she did notice it as she gave a peculiar look just as she finished. She laid the paper on my desk; her nostrils just inches away from my sin.

"So?" I asked innocently, making sure my knee now rested against hers.

"Well it is pretty good. Yet, you don't have a topic sentence in your second paragraph and you need quotes from the book to make your point."

"OK," I said, leaning in a bit closer, "That is really helpful." I didn't move, nor did she for a few brief seconds before she seemed to come to her senses and stood up abruptly.

"You should probably get to cheerleading practice," she said, "I hear Miss Hopkins is a bit of a Nazi when it comes to punctuality."

I grabbed my stuff and said, "That she is." I then surprised Miss Morgan by giving her a hug and added, "Thanks for your help. If there is anything I can do to repay you, just ask."

I got to practice just in time and barely survived Miss Hopkins' marathon workout. When practice was done, Karen dropped me off and said, "I expect a good story to share with Miss Morgan tomorrow."

"Should I use your name?" I asked cautiously.

Karen just shrugged, "You decide."

She then said goodbye and drove away to go to work. It was then that I realized I was supposed to start a new job tomorrow. I panicked and went to Megan's house. She answered the door and welcomed me in.

I said worriedly, "I just realized that I am supposed to start work tomorrow with Krystal, but I have this cheerleader's retreat to go to."

Megan smiled and said, "No worries, I will give Krystal a call for you."

"Thanks," I said, a burden instantly leaving my shoulders. Max ran up, hugged my leg and said, "Jenny here to play."

I shrugged, looked at Megan who shrugged back, and I said, "Sure, I have a few minutes." A few minutes turned into an hour, before I saw the clock and realized I had to go home.

As I said goodbye, Megan handed me a piece of paper. I took it as she explained, "It is her code name on the lesbian chatroom she often is on."

I gave her a perplexed look.

"For Miss Morgan," she said.

I looked at it and said, "Thanks," although I was unsure I would use it.

I got home and Mom was in the kitchen making supper and asked concerned, "Where's Karen?"

I answered, "She had to go to work."

"Oh," my mother said, clearly disappointed, but quickly rebounded trying to hide her disappointment from me.

We had supper and Mom asked questions about school, cheerleading and Karen. She made sure to ask vague questions, but it really felt like when a friend is trying to find out if a boy likes her. It was adorable and yet a little creepy. There was no doubt about it; my mother had a crush on my teenage mistress.

After supper, I watched the Big Bang Theory and then went upstairs and wrote my new assignment. Below is the brief essay I wrote for class.

THE LICK OF LUXURY
In everyone's life, there are key moments that define who you are. For some they may not even realize they are important at the time. For example, the day you meet the boy you are going to marry may be rather unremarkable at the time, it is only on reflection you realize how important that day was. Other times, the moment is instantly recognizable, like when you score the winning goal in a championship game, when you get your first kiss or when you graduate high school. For me though, my key moment is a mixture of both, for finding myself, the real me, not the one others had seen for the past 18 years, was only found through the help of one woman. I found myself, when my Mistress found me.

Now I should note first, deep down I am a good person. I am compassionate, I am academically strong and I am somewhat funny (although that could be debatable). I love animals and I hope to change the world someday. I am easily emotional, as I cry when I see commercials for third world country children, I cry at lame commercials that pull at your heart strings and I often cry when I think about my deceased father. I guess the point of all this is, I thought I was a normal, emotionally drained, psychological stressed teenager, and maybe I still am. But my one secret, a secret I held close to my heart, was that deep down I knew I was a lesbian. This secret shamed me, but I held it inside, not allowing anyone in. At night I fantasized about other classmates, about being their submissive pleasure toy and it was these fantasies that kept me sane. I read lesbian love stories online to deal with my unhealthy obsession and my sinful lust. Then I met my Mistress.

Now I should note I had already known my Mistress for awhile as I babysit for her regularly. She is a single mother and one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. She seduced me online (a long story and if you really want to know read Bedding the Babysitter parts one and two on www.literotica.com)and in one perfect evening my shame was washed away and I eagerly and thankfully accepted my role as a submissive lesbian. In my life everything is so stressful, but when I am pleasing my mistresses (I have two now) all my stress is gone. Sure I still have insecurities but I have learned to accept my sexuality and my need to please.

In conclusion, I have come to full terms with the fact that I am a lesbian. I am submissive and get turned on when I am called names or made to do naughty, inappropriate and clearly socially unacceptable things. I have also accepted that I need this degrading, this sexual humiliation to get the pleasure I need and to release the stress that used to dominate my life. Lastly, my mistresses have turned me into a confident sexual being and from this my true personality has been able to shine bright. I proudly wear stockings every day, I proudly submit to the every whim of my mistresses and I proudly accept that I am a submissive lesbian who is eager to please. I eagerly lick and lap in the luxury of other's pleasure.

I finished my second draft and wondered if this was way too direct. What would Miss Morgan think? Then I remembered I had Miss Morgan's secret code name. I went and searched her name, Wanda87. She was online and her profile, with no picture, was as follows:

I am a 23 year old English teacher who is looking for someone special. I have only recently realized my sexuality and am looking to explore my new lesbian lifestyle.
I am still in the closet to my old fashioned family, but would be willing to come out if I met the right person.
Other interests include reading, travel, movies and chatting.

I finished reading her profile and wondered what Wanda87 stood for. I created a new username "Subinstockings" and a relatively true profile:

I just had my first sexual experience with a woman recently and learned that I am very, very submissive. I like to serve and please and will never disobey. I also love to wear stockings at all times.

I clicked on her name and opened a chat session with her:

Subinstockings: Hi, I liked your profile.

I waited a couple of minutes until she responded.

Wanda87: Hi. Your profile is rather interesting as well.

Subinstockings: It is all true.

Wanda87: I was intrigued by your name.

Subinstockings: I am a girl who is very, VERY, submissive.

Wanda87: Oh.

Subinstockings: Sorry, does that disgust you?

Wanda87: Oh no. It's just...

Subinstockings: Just what?

Wanda87: I have been having fantasies about dominating one of my students.

Subinstockings: Oh...you are a teacher?

Wanda87: Yes, so such a fantasy is wrong.

Subinstockings: Not if she is eighteen.

Wanda87: She is, but she is a student.

Subinstockings: Do you think she is a lesbian?

Wanda87: A recent writing implies as much.

Subinstockings: I see.

Wanda87: Plus how does one say to a student, ¡¥I want to take you home and use you as my personal sex slave'?

Subinstockings: Well, saying it would be one way. ļ

Wanda87: I am way too shy and my job is too important. What if I am wrong?

Subinstockings: True. As a student myself, I would love to submit to my teacher.

Wanda87: You would?

Subinstockings: Oh yes. If you were my teacher, I would obey your every command.

Wanda87: Really?!?

Subinstockings: Really. If I was there I would lick your pussy until you came all over my pretty face. Will you be my online mistress?

Wanda87: Um...how would that work?

Subinstockings: You tell me to do something and I obey.

Wanda87: Ok...what are you wearing right now?

Subinstockings: Just thigh high stockings and my jammies.

Wanda87: I see. Tell me one of your fantasies.

Subinstockings: I fantasize about being taken by a group of cheerleaders and made to be their personal sex toy for a whole weekend.

Wanda87: Wow that is hot.

Subinstockings: Thank you Mistress Wanda.

Wanda87: Mistress Wanda I like that.

Subinstockings: Is there anything I can do for you mistress.

Wanda87: Tell me what you would do if you were here at my house?

Subinstockings: Anything you asked?

Wanda87: Anything?

Subinstockings: Yes anything.

Wanda87: I am new at this. Can you give me an example?

Subinstockings: Yes, Mistress Wanda.

Subinstockings: I would crawl to you on request. I would then go between your legs and lick your pussy until you sprayed your love juices all over me. You would then put a strap-on on your sexy waist and fuck me like the lez slut I am. First you would pound me in my shaved ripe pussy and then later you would hammer my tight firm ass. I would only orgasm when given permission. When you were done dominating me, I would then continue to please you as you saw fit.

Wanda87: OMG, you got me so wet.

Subinstockings: Will you cum for me Mistress Wanda?

Wanda87: Yes.

Subinstockings: Rub yourself for me Mistress Wanda. Imagine me between your legs, your clit in my mouth.

Wanda87: Hmmm...

Subinstockings: My finger sliding inside you Mistress Wanda. Your student and slave finger fucking you.

Wanda87: Hmmm, yes....I'm close...

Subinstockings: My finger finding your g-spot and rubbing it as you explode all over your student's eager tongue.

Wanda87: I'm cumming...

Subinstockings: Did I please you Mistress Wanda?

Wanda87: Yes, very much so.

Subinstockings: That makes me very happy Mistress Wanda.

Wanda87: That was amazing. I wish you were really here.

Subinstockings: Maybe someday Mistress Wanda.

Wanda87: What city are you in?

Subinstockings: Boston.

There is a long gap of time, I wonder if Miss Morgan has figured out it is me.

Wanda87: That is too strange. I live in Boston too.

Subinstockings: Well, maybe we can meet face to face and pussy to pussy sometime.

Wanda87: I would like that.

Subinstockings: By the way, if you want to seduce that student of yours. Compliment her. Touch her gently, but not inappropriately. If she is interested, she will respond.

Wanda87: Good idea. I don't know if I can do it. But I will definitely think about it.

Subinstockings: Do. If she is anything like me, she will get wet from your advances.

Wanda87: I don't know.

Subinstockings: Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Wanda87: True. Well, I should get to bed; that orgasm has me exhausted and I have to teach tomorrow.

Subinstockings: I should get to bed too. I have school tomorrow as well.

Wanda87: How old are you?

Subinstockings: 18. You, Mistress Wanda?

Wanda87: 23

Subinstockings: Have a good night Mistress Wanda.

Wanda87: You too my slave.

Subinstockings: Talk to you soon.

Wanda87: I hope so.

I logged out and went to bed with a big smile on my face, Miss Morgan wanted me.

FRIDAY FEBRUARY 7th: Cheerleader's Retreat and love?
The last day of the week was the most eventful. I wore a pair of green thigh highs. They did not remotely match my red and white outfit, but that was the point. Even Karen was surprised with my look. As we drove to school I told her about my night and read her my paper. Karen just shook her head and said, "You really are a complete lez slut."

"I know," I said, not the least bit ashamed.

Karen said, "Finger yourself, but don't cum."

I obeyed, moving my skirt up so Karen could watch. I slid a finger in and out slowly as Karen said, "So next week we will both complete seductions. You will be between Miss Morgan's legs and your mother will be between mine."

We arrived at school as my horniness simmered. Karen said, "Rub your pussy juice all over your mouth."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said and coated my lips with my own cum.

Karen and I then went into school. Both Ashley ands Sabrina seemed to notice my unique lip sauce, but did not say anything.

I met with both Eleanor and Sally and helped each one with their transformation. I don't know if I did a really good job, or if I was just so horny from a lack of an orgasm, but they each looked good enough to eat. Both girls looked radiant in their new look and my pussy got a small tingle of pleasure from seeing their transformation. I complimented them both and learned they both now had dates to next week's dance. I was so happy for them.

The day flew by and I met Karen before English class and she demanded, "Go to the bathroom and finger yourself until you are soaking wet. Then take off your panties and generously coat your lips with your wetness."

I whispered, "Yes, Mistress Karen," and headed to the bathroom. I did as instructed and took off my underwear and put it in my purse. I fingered myself to a feverish tease and then stopped. I took my finger and coated my red lips with my own juice.

I then made myself as presentable as possible and then arrived in class a couple of minutes late. Miss Morgan gave me a look but didn't say anything as I walked up to her, my sweet scent lingering as I handed her my paper. "Sorry Miss Morgan, I had to finish a task before getting to class."

Miss Morgan smiled, showing no reaction to my shiny lips, as she said, "Oh no problem Jenny, I am sure it was important."

"Oh, it was, and I think you will really like my paper," I responded and sat in my seat.

Miss Morgan then instructed that today was a work period for our essays due next week. She then began walking up and down the rows and assisting students. I used the time to work on my paper and waited for Miss Morgan to arrive.

Eventually she arrived at my desk and asked "How is your essay coming along, Jenny?"

I said in a soft voice, so only she could hear, "I have barely got any further from when we last talked. I have been too busy pleasing my mistress, well both my mistresses actually."

She gave out a gasp and said, "Jenny, what has gotten into you?"

I teased back, "Toys, lots of toys."

She went red again as she tried to stay focused, "Can I give you any assistance on your paper?"

I shrugged and said, "I think I am ok." I then stretched my stocking covered legs out, my shoes on the floor, to give my sexy teacher a very open look at my legs and my perfectly manicured and painted toes.

Miss Morgan took a lengthy look at my legs, before moving on to the next student. With a few minutes left, Miss Morgan returned to her desk. She seemed to be reading something and I knew quickly it was my paper as her face went red and she looked up at me. I, of course, was looking at her and made sure it was she who broke eye contact. Another student asked for help and Miss Morgan went to assist her. A few minutes later the bell rang and I got up to leave. As I was leaving, I walked up to her and said, "Have a good weekend, Miss Morgan."

I then met Karen after class and we headed to the bus that would take us to our retreat. It was only an hour away, at a lake that is closed this time of year. The bus ride was gossip central. I learned more in that hour than I had in the past three years. The rumours about me were hilarious, disturbing, but hilarious. I learned that apparently: I was gangbanged by the football team; I had an abortion this summer; I got my high marks by doing the teachers; I was a crystal meth addict and lastly, that I was only on the cheerleading team because I had blackmailed Karen, although no one seems to know how I was blackmailing her.

Anyhow, we got to our destination and then had a three hour marathon workout. It was ridiculous. My whole body ached, even parts I did not know could ache. We were then sent tour cabins...each cabin had 4 girls assigned. Not surprisingly, I was assigned to be with Karen, Sabrina and Ashley. As I entered the cabin, butterflies of nervousness filled my whole body. I knew that any minute now Karen was going to reveal our secret. I was excited as I wanted to taste Ashley, but petrified of what Sabrina may do.

Ashley and Sabrina started to change into their nighties, while Karen came over to talk to me. She said as she handed me a bag, "Here, go to the bathroom and put this on."

"What is it?" I asked nervously.

"You'll see," she said with a devious smirk.

"Ok," I said.

"And the rest of the night, you will refer to me as mistress," She demanded with authority.

"Understood, Mistress Karen," I whispered. I then went to the bathroom to find out what Mistress Karen had in store for me. I opened the bag tentatively and then dismay as I saw my outfit. It was a maid's outfit with black skirt, black thigh highs, four inch heels, a white blouse and a collar with a leash. I got undressed and put on the subservient outfit.

Just as I was finishing, Karen knocked on the door, "Are you ready?"

"Almost," I replied.

"Tell me when you are, PomPom," she said in a voice that was clearly showing her authority over me.

I heard Sabrina call, "Yes, PomPom, get your ass out here, it is time for your initiation."

I put on the collar and slipped into the awkwardly high heels and said, "I am ready."

Karen then said, "Come on out, PomPom."

I did and was again the innocent shy girl I used to be. I was so nervous I could not look any of the three girls in the eye.

Sabrina said, "PomPom, get me a beer."

"Ok," I said.

I began going to the fridge when Sabrina said, "Respond like a good PomPom."

I pondered this and then said, "Yes, Mistress Sabrina."

Sabrina laughed as she said, "Mistress, I like that. I was expecting ma'am."

I blushed and went and grabbed a beer. I handed it to Sabrina and said, looking her straight in the eye, "Here you are, Mistress Sabrina."

I then looked at Ashley and said, "May I get you anything, Mistress Ashley?"

Ashley's face went red a look of stunned silence on her face as she finally said, "Sure, I will have a beer too."

Karen then added, "Get me one too, PomPom slave."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said and went and got two more beers.

I handed both their beers and stood at attention like a maid would, already getting a bit turned on by my subservient role.

Karen demanded, "Get yourself a beer, slut, and come and join us."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I obeyed and saw Ashley's surprised face at me being called a slut.

I returned and then sat down in the open chair. Karen then said, "Truth or dare time for our little PomPom girl."

Instantly I knew all my secrets would be quickly revealed; yet, I was not worried, but rather relieved that the charade would come to an end. I would be their whore tonight and that was the way it was. I wanted to their whore, especially Ashley, yet even Sabrina's bossy demeanour had me yet.

Karen said, "Our PomPom can go first. Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I said.

"Have you ever fucked a boy before?"

"No," I said.

Sabrina then asked "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I said again.

"Have you ever been with a girl?"

"Yes," I replied not at all ashamed, my eyes not leaving Sabrina.

Sabrina added, "Good to know" and took a sip of her beer.

Ashley then looked at me and I said, "Truth" before she could even ask.

Ashley thought about it a while and finally asked "Why did you decide you wanted to be a cheerleader?"

An innocent question on the surface, but my answer was anything but as I explained, "Mistress Karen suggested it on the phone on Sunday." I then waited for dramatic effect before adding, "The day after I ate her out after work."

Ashley let out a stunned gasp, while Sabrina gave an ¡¥I knew it' smirk.

Karen then asked, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," I continued my comfortable pattern.

"How did you end up being between my legs?" she asked, knowing perfectly well the answer.

I then explained, in lengthy detail, for over ten minutes, the whole sordid story from my masturbating fantasy, to Megan's seduction of me, to the actual encounter with Karen at her work.

Sabrina said, "I knew it. I knew there had to be a reason. It made no sense that you would suddenly be a PomPom."

Karen defended me as she said, "She will make an excellent PomPom, won't you my slut?"

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I responded obediently.

"Truth or dare?" Sabrina queried.

"Truth," I responded.

"Do you want to eat my pussy?" she asked, opening her legs slightly.

"Yes, Mistress Sabrina, I would love to eat your pussy," I said so matter-of-factly it was like she had asked if I wanted a coffee.